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Fandoms:
Jesus Christ Superstar
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Merlin
Hannibal
Dead Boy Detectives
EPIC: THE MUSICAL
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Hadestown
Heathers
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss
Interview With The Vampire (books, film, and TV show)
The Magnus Archives
Arcane
Priscilla Queen of the Desert (film and stage)
The Sandman
Good Omens
Fandomless (with archetypes)
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Brief: Jesus Christ Superstar, Jesus/Judas/Mary, soft smut that focuses on their relationships more as a rewrite for a previous chapter, 1500 words (ended up being 1771)
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Brief: (Part of a three chapter request, so is shortened) Tanz Der Vampire, Alfred/Herbert, smut, objectively noncon, but Alfred is enjoying it, Herbert is trying to be romantic but doesn't 'get' human flirting, fear bonner and cumming into his pants, 1500 words (ended up being 1748)
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Brief: (Part of a three chapter request, so is shortened) Tanz Der Vampire, Alfred/Herbert, hurt/comfort and smut, internalised homophobia, make that twink suffer, fear and guilt for how he responded before then leading into a sex scene in a later chapter
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Brief: Starlight Express, Dinah/Greaseball, smut based on the song 'Bed Chem', 1400 words (total ended up being 1464)
Dark of The Moon Fic (AO3 Crossover) - Barbara Allen x John the Witch Boy
Fandom: Dark of The Moon (A New Musical)
Type: Hurt/comfort, angst
Rating: SFW, innuendo and mentions of sex
Triggers: Erectile dysfunction
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This whole human thing was not going over as well as he would have liked, and being able to hear the witches in his mind was not helping much either. He could still see their faces in the corner of his eye, and John couldn't escape it no matter where he went. And this, of course, included the bedroom, which seemed to be their favourite place to make a running commentary.
It was late in the night, and John was feeling more restless than normal; his human body wasn't used to the libido of a witch, and he knew that this adjustment wasn't going to be easy. But he didn't know quite how hard it was actually proving. He had hoped the others would have given up by now and gone away, but it seemed, them having sex in his bedroom while he had to listen and lay next to his sleeping wife was certainly entertaining enough for them.
His eyes fixed on the worn roof as he tried desperately to not think about how good it would feel if he could be involved in that desperate display of sex. It was something he needed more than his human-turning mind could understand, forcing him to lie awake with this mind when sleep would have made it so much easier to battle through this targeted attack.
"Don't you want to join us, Johnny?" Raven asked, panting slightly as she flicked her hair from her face, her body gleaming with sweat after they had finished. All three of them were just on the floor beside the bed, giggling in the height of their orgasms, because of course they had indulged in as many as they could squeeze into the short time that was the night.
Arwen leaned in closer and kissed Raven, making the wet sound of their tongues pressing together as loud as possible so John really knew what he was missing. Devin was about ready to start going for another round, moving in closer and kissing up Arwen's thigh when they noticed the rustling coming from the bed.
John moved, trying to get comfortable with his eyes closed as he was just trying to keep his mind satisfied, and he knew that this didn't count as anything other than faithfulness to his wife.
Delving into his own mind as Barbara Allen lay beside him, sleeping soundly and unaware of the horrifically lusty activities that had just happened in her room, John shuffled off his trousers and just tried to focus on something other than the witches making all that noise at his bedside.
He tried to ignore how much he wanted to have something happen right now, how much he wanted to be touched by any hand other than his own and just get what his mind wanted. What those immortal desires couldn't shake even when put in the body of a mortal. He tried to take it into his own hands, but it seemed as though his body wasn't getting the memo, and he didn't know quite how to interpret that.
Trying to make it work but not really wanting to make too much of a fuss lest he wake his sleeping wife, John grabbed himself and tried to shake some blood to go where it needed to. He had never had this problem when he was a witch; he didn't understand what was happening and why he wasn't getting his body to do what he wanted.
Was this something that happened to humans? Their bodies just disobeyed their will, and they what? They just had to deal with it? John wasn't having it and was getting more frustrated as his mind began to crave the pleasure and divine lust he had been so used to getting every day, even every hour on some occasions. It was hard to pull back from that feeling of euphoria and release when he was actively craving it. And then based on the giggling that wasn't like the normal kind that resulted from kissing or touching.
Devin looked up at him and laughed, genuinely laughed at him. "Is the witch boy having some trouble getting it up?" They teased, enjoying every moment of it, even falling onto the floor in a fit of laughter as the other two also took joy in the sight. It was so pathetically human that how could they not revel in it?
Arwen did feel slightly mean about teasing him as John looked away and covered his body like he never used to, but that didn't stop her from laughing as well. "I guess the human really took it out of him. You've got limited bullets in that human gun of yours." She teased, giggling but then feeling a small twinge of some guilt as John hid his body more.
John had never done that before, never hidden the chest covered in black tendrils that they licked and touched all over. But now he was, and it was confusing her more than she could understand. It didn't make any sense, and she just watched as her own laughter started to die down, not that the other two showed any sign of stopping the relentless teasing any time soon.
Raven leaned against the bed, pulling the sheets back and reaching to toy with his body before John pulled back; he wasn't about to let them get away with touching him like that. That would be against his vows to Barbara Allen, and he wouldn't let that happen.
"Aw, is the witch boy scared to be touched because he thinks it will make him feel worse about his lack of manhood in this human form? Don't you want to be fucked right instead of letting her fumble her way around your body? We know just how to play you to get the perfect noises out. Don't you miss that witch boy?" Raven asked, crawling closer and forcing John to look at her as the other two also climbed onto the bed.
There really wasn't enough space for it, and all John could do was close his eyes and hold still. They wouldn't do anything to him if he didn't allow it, and lying still with his eyes closed had to be the only thing he could do to avoid the feeling in his chest and the thought in his mind getting worse.
Finally, Barbara Allen woke up, stirring from the heavy breathing of her husband and turning in the darkness to face him. "John? Is everything alright?" She asked, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. Seeing the state of his breeches and how he was laid out, she didn't know what to make of it.
Was this some kind of personal moment she ought to leave him to, or was there something else going on? He was shaking after all, hands in fists by his side, eyes tight and squeezed shut, holding tension in every muscle of his body. That wasn't normal, and he wasn't even aware she had said anything.
She knew he had things going on and that witches could talk to him; they had even had a few nights similar to this before, but his fly had never been opened like he was caught mid-stroke. It was strange, and she didn't quite know what to do, so she just touched his arm gently. John jumped, his eyes opening and searching for her through Arwen's body.
"Woah, easy, I didn't mean to fright you." Barbara whispered softly. "Everything alright? You're in one hell of a state, and I'm not sure if you want help or…" She laughed softly, hoping to ease him a little bit.
John could still hear the others whining and groaning about the ruined moment as they rolled off the bed and went back to doing whatever they wanted to, but he didn't care. He could see his beautiful wife, and she wasn't even angry with him. Not even upset for that matter, and he didn't know why he deserved such grace.
"What?" he mumbled, just trying to get his bearings again before shuffling to try and cover himself more. "It was just – you know how witches can be, and my head was just in a way. It was sticking to certain things, and I thought it might help to relieve the stress I – I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." He apologised, feeling very ashamed of his urges in a way he didn't know was possible.
Never before had he ever wanted to apologise for his desires. "I mean, it didn't really work. I wasn't, you know, awake enough down there to do anything." He said, feeling more shame rising in his stomach, as strange as the sensation was.
Barbara listened carefully and then chuckled to herself, stroking his cheek. "Don't apologise. You think you're the first to try some self-maintenance in his bed?" She teased, trying to make him see it wasn't so strange.
"I mean, I'd have preferred you to talk to me, to tell me what's going on in your head, but this is alright too. And as for the not-working thing. That's normal too. It's how the body is some times." Then she leaned in and kissed his forehead.
"Now, unless you want some affection, I suggest you hold me tight and try and get some sleep." And John didn't need more convincing than that. He moved in closer and wrapped his arm around her, pulling her against his very human chest, feeling her breathing and remembering it all. All that love, it was still there. Breathing right against his chest.
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"Very interesting," said their Professor, making some more notes in his journal. There was so much to learn about these creatures of the night. They were a whole new species to explore and document. This was going to be one of the greatest discoveries of the entire century. But that was if he managed to get enough evidence to prove that this was in fact something that was worth documenting.
He needed more documentation of what was standard behaviour of the undead race. They were so fascinating, and he wanted to get as much information as he could without sacrificing himself to them. But his assistant was certainly more disposable, and he had been using that to his full advantage as he wanted to monitor their mating rituals and patterns.
Alfred was certainly proving to be a very useful thing in this case. He was being seduced and courted by the son. The younger of the two and likely the youngest of the group he suspected. Perhaps this young age in comparison to his father, who had taken up the prime female in the area, drove him into homosexual tendencies. Perhaps if he had a coven of his own, he would be able to seek a female rather than another male.
Regardless, he had to suspend his own opinions on the matter for a little longer so he could get an unbiased view of these creatures and their habits. Alfred seemed to return in one piece from most of their meetings, even red in the face, which suggested that Herbert was not draining his blood yet. This suggested there was a method to getting into such a state of feeding. Or that feeding was treated differently within a courtship. Or even perhaps that he was such a low-status vampire in the coven he wasn't able to feed without permission from the head, that being Count Krolock.
All of this was filling his notebooks a lot faster than he had anticipated it would. But he was not complaining about that. It was certainly very good. "What do you suppose that the creature wants to do next with you? What would be the next stage of this mating behaviour?" He asked as Alfred breathed deeply, trying to pull his shirt collar up higher.
Alfred didn't need more prodding of his bruises again, like had happened so many times already. "Well, he was suggesting something about talking to his father. I think he wanted to get his blessing or something similar?" He suggested, knowing the real reason was closer to wanting to make them an official couple of sorts.
The Professor hummed and scribbled down some more notes, as this was confirming his hypothesis more than he had thought. "So it is about dominance in the coven's hierarchy." He said to himself like it was a great discovery.
"Well, I wouldn't put it like that, but certainly something about dominance is involved." Alfred mumbled to himself, rubbing his wrist to try and calm his body down a little bit.
"Then I shall go along as well. As the head of your 'coven' in his matter. We can see just how it goes, and I can get some excellent notes!" Before Alfred could try and persuade him against the idea, he was already walking towards the door with his notebook in his hand, ready to make one of the strangest dinners come into reality.
Herbert had been trying to convince his father of this for a while. He was trying to suggest that Alfred would make a very good wife for him or husband, as the case was, but of course before they made anything official, before they wed and then got to finally consummate the union as Herbert so desperately wanted, the Count was going to make sure he had properly met the boy and whatever guardian ruled over him.
Herbert was excited for the meeting, smiling and opening the door for Alfred and the Professor. "Come in, come and sit; dinner is already laid out and ready." He said, hoping that was how they liked things to be. He sat down next to his father and across from Alfred, moving his foot to touch the other's under the table once he sat down.
Alfred shot him a very terrified look as he really would rather not have his blush noted down once again in that damned notebook. But of course, it was noted down, as well as the food set out on the table, the clothes and the lighting. Everything was made into notes in that book before another single word was spoken.
The Count just looked at him, eyebrow raised, as he was trying to understand what was going on. He seemed harmless enough, but they could still be pretty weird if this was how they started a formal dinner. But he was willing to overlook this transgression for now as Herbert seemed to be desperate for this to go well. The boy was honestly rather pathetic in that respect, but as his son, he was partly to blame for his desperate need for attention.
"Well," the Count started, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I hear Herbert talking about you both a lot; he's been rather hopeful about this meeting." As for a response, the Professor just nodded and then made some more notes. This was going to be a little bit harder than he expected it to be. "So, what do you two do over the week? I know about your work, after all that brought you here in your research, but what about for pleasure?"
The Professor hummed and then finally looked up at them both properly rather than just to take notes. "My work takes up all of my time, and any free time is spent on sleep or recovery. If not, then I would rather be with my notes. Research and learning is what I take most pleasure in." He said, looking for a reaction, his pen itching to write more.
"I see." The Count looked at Herbert as an awkward silence followed. He was trying his best to keep communication up, but clearly it wasn't working. He didn't know what else he was supposed to do to try and support his son. These two seemed like nutjobs. But he was going to try his best.
Herbert wouldn't be able to fault him on that front at least. It was going to be a long and interesting night, but he was going to try his best. That much they should all be grateful for.
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I used to use Google docs, but the white mode only was really annoying me (tires my eyes), so I swapped to Ellipsus (which I genuinely love and recommend), but it was bothering me a bit that I need wifi in order to use it, so now I switched to LibreOffice Writer, which I do like.
It very much has a Microsoft Word feel, but is open source and you need no accounts to use it. It's local on your device, so no AI can scan it, and no wifi is needed.
I still wish it had the Google Docs cards, because, bitch, that thing is so good for easy organizing.
Spongebob Squarepants (The Musical/Human AU) Mini Fic - Karen x Plankton
Fandom: Spongebob Squarepants (The Musical/Human AU)
Type: Kind of a crack fic? But otherwise, hurt/(no)comfort
Rating: SFW
Triggers: N/A
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Yet another plan at failed and Plankton was feeling like he needed to get out of his head. There was so much he wanted to do with himself and here he was with a failing business and failing plans. It couldn't be helped all that much but he was just hopeful that things managed to get better.
Not that they ever did, they were always going to be this bad as they had always been. He was hunched over in his lab, just looking at the pots and wires and trying to think of some other plan to come up with. Some great idea that would finally get him that formula once and for all. But nothing was coming to mind and he was getting more and more hopeless as it continued to be this silent.
It just felt like he was hitting a slump. It was almost like it was time for some kind of midlife crisis but he didn't even have enough energy for that. It was almost time for some kind of vacation even but he didn't want to risk leaving and then losing the perfect opportunity to get the formula. That was his ultimate goal and he couldn't be distract from it for a single moment.
"Plankton, dinner's ready!" Karen called. Well, perhaps Plankton could be called away for a moment or two to get his food. Not that him and Karen were on particularly good terms at the moment. It seemed like they were never on good terms anymore, but he didn't have the time to deal with it. "Chum nuggets, with chum fries and a cool chum shake." Karen said while sitting down across from him.
She didn't need to eat, so was just sitting there for the performance of it all. Plankton sighed and rolled his eye. "Right. It's no chum burger but it will have to do." He mumbled to himself as he took a bite, adjusting his eyepatch with the other hand.
Karen shot Plankton a look he was very familiar with. She was not about to have him criticise her cooking when he hadn't done anything productive all day. And it worked as Plankton knew better than to try and test her. "I mean thank you my honey sweetie bear." He blurted out, not really meaning it but not wanting to get shot with a lazar.
They just sat there in silence as Plankton ate. But once he was done, Karen decided to put some hearts on the monitors, hoping they could spend some more time together. She leaned over the table and touched his fingers, trying to entice him a little. "I thought maybe after dinner we could watch a movie together. Just spend some time together. You know, like a date?" She suggested, before she began to play from smooth jazz music on low volume.
Plankton was a busy man, but he was still a man and he couldn't help when he blushed. "Oh, um - well," He didn't know why he was looking for excuses to spend time with her but he was. "I have some work to do in the lab." He sputtered, standing up and walking away as fast as he could. Of course, he called himself an idiot after and hit his head against the desk.
Karen was thoroughly disappointed, switching off everything but her main processor and getting tucked into bed, knowing Plankton wouldn't be back for hours. It was annoying to be neglected like this but she couldn't be bothered to deal with it just yet. Maybe next time she'd storm into his office and throw him against the wall until he gave in. Because she knew he wanted to, he was just really, very stupid sometimes.
Sitting in his lab the rest of the night, resentment for himself and his circumstances only grew. The bitterness festered and he couldn't stop it, but he also knew he was so close to actually getting what he wanted. Just a little more and he could have everything he ever wanted. They could have everything.
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"Well fine then! I guess you're just gonna have to wait and see cause I'm gonna prove you wrong!" Tink yelled, making quite a big scene out of their argument. But this was all par-for the course with Tink. This happened every couple months, where he would go out and yell that he was going to come back just like them, proving to them that he was just as strong and smart as them all. But of course, he couldn't develop past the age he was stuck at, and so he was stuck being a kid no matter how much he tried to be something more.
Something different. Tink was already different, and trying to be like the rest of them always ended up with someone getting hurt - more often than not, it was Tink himself. But this was what happened when someone was stuck in that kind of way, and they had all just kind of learnt how to deal with it. This was just how Tink was, and no one really saw any reason to fix it. Even Zahara said this was normal for someone of Tink's age, so they supposed they would have to deal with it forever then.
With his declaration complete Tink grabbed his small bike and stormed off, cycling away as fast as his legs could carry him. Of course he would be back soon enough, and they all knew Tink well enough that if they were worried, they knew where to find him.
After all, he couldn't really go that far on a pedal bike. It would have been funny if they weren't all sick of this now. It was getting more annoying than really worrying, and The Lost didn't have a clear way to deal with it.
Tink was still a kid after all, and they couldn't really kick him out without condemning him to starving to death out there. Or getting kidnapped or something. Maybe they could hand him over to Falco and Sloane to adopt since Raven was out of their way now; she lived alone. But that wouldn't last too long, and soon enough he would run away or find some excuse to get back here and be with Strat.
That was the main issue. Strat. Tink was head over heels for him, and everyone could see it, but what could they do about it? Strat couldn't bring himself to break the kid's hearts, but what else could he do? If he tried to make Tink happy and give him what he wanted, Strat would be sick with his guilt. He did love Tink, and yeah, in another life where they weren't stuck like this, they could have grown up and started dating in their late twenties, but that wasn't reality, and Strat knew it wouldn't ever be.
He had never loved Tink in the way he wanted to be loved, and there was no future where he could grow to develop something more. Lying would make things worse, and this was Tink they were talking about. Last time Strat had rejected him and they had fought, he had nearly got himself killed. Well, he did get himself killed for a good few minutes before Zahara managed to revive him. They were soulmates, in the purest sense of the word.
Timing and fate were cruel, and there wasn't any solution.
Strat felt guilty for the way he thought. He hated that he led Tink on when he didn't mean to. He hated how he felt like he was going to be sick when Tink made any advances, but how couldn't he? He was a kid, and as much as Tink tried to convince him they could be together and they could make it work and there were worse relationships out there, Strat never allowed it.
It was going to be a childish crush for the rest of forever. Never anything more than Tink looking at him and sighing and trying to kiss him when they fought, and Strat comforting him when he felt stupid for letting himself hope like that. He loved him enough to burn the whole city down if he were hurt. And that kind of love also meant he wouldn't dare entertain his fancy anymore than was strictly necessary to keep the peace.
Strat sighed and just walked away from the group, needing some time to himself. He wasn't going to change his mind, but whenever Tink stormed off like this, he was left feeling like an older brother, best friend and resentful crush all at once. It was a lot, and sometimes just being alone and thinking could make it easier when they eventually spoke to each other again.
After having done a lap around the city, Tink was starting to get into a better mood. But he was still feeling like he should get something out of his system, wanting to make a bit more of a scene out of his emotions. It was pretty good luck all things considered, as he managed to spot Strat, sitting on the bank of a highway, just looking at the cars going by and thinking to himself. This was the perfect time to find out what he truly thought of him.
For a long while Strat just sat there thinking in his head, which was probably a first for him. He sighed and then ruffled his hair. "That stupid little loveable idiot. So smart, so stupid. Such a good heart." He mumbled to himself to try and get the things out into the air. That way maybe they would make more sense to him. "What the hell can I really do for him?"
Strat chucked a rock across the road. "Maybe it's time for something more drastic." Strat mumbled, thinking about therapy for the kid, even though it was impossible to afford. It was an option. Maybe with Raven, they could get Falco to fund it for the kid; I mean, Falco did seem to like him at least a little bit after they managed to make up.
This was his chance, Tink thought, assuming that Strat was going to confess that he loved him back and they could be together and that he actually hated Raven and wanted to divorce her and they could be together finally. Just holding each other and going on adventures without anyone else in the way like there always had been. With that in mind - and an irrational level of confidence - Tink rode up behind him and smiled.
"I knew you'd come around." He said, trying not to smile, as he didn't want to be that kind of person. Though 'I told you so' was right on the tip of his tongue, he refrained. And instead did something else with his mouth.
Just as Strat turned around, realising Tink was there and what he might have heard, Tink leant forwards to kiss him. Now, Strat had been lenient in the past since he didn't see the harm in a small peck every now and then, but he knew this was more than that to Tink, and he needed to stop it fast.
Strat lifted his hand and put his finger right on Tink's lips, stopping him dead and keeping him quiet in the process. Tink, of course, let out a little squeak of surprise as his eyes opened and he felt his face start to burn a bright shade of red.
"I don't need to tell you why you shouldn't be doing that, do I?" Strat asked, a little more serious than he normally was, but it worked, and Tink nodded with understanding.
"Now I don't want you to be upset about this. But you know me and you know this is not what I want. You understand you shouldn't do it. You gonna do it again?" He asked, and Tink shook his head. "Good. So we're gonna head back to The Deep End and just go back to normal, yes? Yes."
After that Strat pulled his finger away, and Tink looked down at the floor, feeling very embarrassed as he always did whenever he tried something like this.
It never worked, but he always kept trying, which wasn't really the best thing. But he cleared his throat and then kicked the dirt while trying to form a sentence. "Um, yeah, we should be heading back soon. I don't want to worry them too much. I was just kidding earlier, you know?" Tink nervously laughed and then ran off to get his bike and head back to the rest of the group.
At least then he could start a fight or something and get his mind off his horrifically bad attempt at flirting, and they could go back to normal like Strat said they would.
It was kind of adorable seeing Tink like this, but Strat just rolled his eyes, knowing this would probably happen again in a couple months, but he didn't mind it. "Hey, Tink." Tink turned. "The beat is your forever," he sung sweetly, trying to get a smile back on his face.
It worked. Tink smiled and got on his bike, throwing his hand up. "The beat is always true!" He called back, peddling his bike towards Strat and around him as they then sung together.
"And when you really, really need it the most, that's when rock and roll dreams come through." Tink rode off back towards The Deep End while Strat laughed to himself. He didn't know what he was going to do with that kid. But all things considered, the struggle was well worth the good moments they shared like that one.
There would be a solution, even if it took three more decades to figure out.
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"Ah! Fuck Cait stop! Ow! Shit that hurts so much! Stop, stop, stop!" Vi whined, squirming under Cait as she pushed her thumbs right into her back, pressing deep against those toughened muscles. She could feel pain her toes and fingers with how hard Cait was pushing against her. It had to be inhumane.
She didn't know why she agreed to this stupid idea, but she was stuck now as Cait was straddling her back and pulverising her muscles. Vi was helpless, buring her face in the pillows as she groaned. "No Cait actually fucking stop - Ah!" She screamed and then tried to buck Cait off her like a horse.
But Cait had been through worse, and she knew how to handle it. "Come on Vi, it's just a massage. You have your whole back tattooed, but you can handle me massaging your shoulders?" She teased, purposefully wanting to make her feel like she was being dramatic. "Besides." Cait leaned in a little closer. "It's cute to watch you squirm for a change." She teased before then purposefully driving her hands under Vi's shoulder blades to really get those knots out.
Vi was not about to made fun of but before she could get her words out she whined in pain, flinching and trying not to move as the pain was almost impossible to describe. "Shut up would ya!" She yelled back in a mild rage but Cait just laughed, thinking it was pretty adorable how worked up this fighter could get over a little massage.
"You're so adorable. And so incredibly tight. I don't know how you walk around when your muscles are like this. I really do recommend that you go and see my massage therapist. She's very good and will do a better job than me at it." Cait teased.
But Vi had had enough and rolled them over, wrestling with Cait as she fought to get on top and pin her hands down. "Don't try fight with me cupcake." She teased, purposefully using the nickname. Vi then leaned in and kissed her neck.
"I think you should fire you massage person." Vi said, very possessive and Cait just laughed. She knew Vi would always be this way and she didn't mind it.
"Why? Just because you're jealous another woman gets to rub oil all over me? Not a chance. Go see her and you'll understand the magic she works much better." Cait said back before shuffling to try and move out from under her.
Vi collapsed down on top of Cait, making sure she had no way to escape. "Nope. You're staying here with me." She grumbled, snuggling in closer to make sure Cait had no escape.
"Vi, I need to get up. I've got a meeting to attend." Cait complained but she wasn't too upset about the affection.
After the continued silence from Vi, Cait sighed and stroked her hair. "You can have me all to yourself after this meeting." She insisted and that managed to make Vi move - even if it was with a deep groan.
Cait kissed her on the cheek for her troubles before giving her a proper kiss and getting up. "I'll be back in a couple hours. I suggest you take a bath or something so you're all smooth for me to continue on your back." Cait threatened but she knew they both appreciated the simple, non-life threatening stuff.
"Have fun." Vi sarcastically called as she watched Cait leave, feeling like a bit of a pervert for how much she enjoyed it. But it was a good view, and if she was going to have her muscles minced while laying on her stomach again, she'd better make the most of it.
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There was something to be said about how even a mythical figure could doubt the practice he was performing. It wasn't so simple as to believe that a summoning circle and some offerings could do something like break an all-powerful god-like creature from its holding place, but there was something worth a try in it all.
Puck had never really been one to care about the occult when it didn't directly profit him, but there was something to be gained here. He had to see what had happened and what he needed. So it was worth trying something that seemed a little bit stupid for the time being. If it didn't work, he would be the only one to know about it, and he could manage that embarrassment well enough.
Looking over the book he was copying from, he finished up the circle with salt, and of course he spelt out the other's name with it as well, just for some flair. Speaking of which, he then lit the whole thing on fire, which was much more difficult than he thought it would be.
Of all the things this was what he was most annoyed by. "Fucking salt." He mumbled as he finally got it all burning properly. Then, with printed paper in hand, he read aloud the summons as best he could. Waiting for something to happen. Anything at all.
The fire started to slowly pitter out, and the offerings of a very good whisky bottle and two glasses just sat there, warming slowly. Puck sighed, ripping the paper in his hand. "Stupid idea." He mumbled to himself.
Just then the centre of the room burst out into flames. Burning high enough to scold the ceiling as Puck stumbled back, the paper lighting in his hands, being caught by some vortex wind and being dragged into the centre of the circle.
Before his very eyes he saw as the ashes of the wooden flooring started to pile higher and higher until moulding into the shape of a kneeling figure before him. Hunched over and shielded by the ashes before they slowly started to fall away back to the ground, revealing their precious cargo, which he had summoned.
Kneeling on the floor before him was Loki, bruised, covered in dust, looking down and dishevelled. He looked almost pathetic, which Puck never expected from such a creature. Puck just looked at him for a long while, uncertain if he had managed to summon the correct thing or if he had managed to get himself into some kind of mess again.
"Look," Loki mumbled, his voice hoarse with a weird twinge of exhaustion and perhaps even weakness. "Whatever you want, I can't give it to you. Just send me back; I'm not in the mood to be dealing with petty mortal matters right now." He grumbled, his eyes never lifting.
Hearing that Puck was very deeply upset. He knew Loki as such a bright fire of energy and force, and here he was beaten down and bruised, looking for nothing more than a return to that pit he had been dragged from. It softened his heart in a way that Puck hadn't realised it could be, and now here he was feeling like the fool.
"I don't want anything from you, Loki," Puck said, softly and simply. He didn't want to get too emotionally involved after all the heartache Loki had put him through with the child they shared care for. He couldn't let him know he missed him, even in the slightest.
That managed to get Loki's eyes up as they glistened with a moment of affection before. "Well, why did you call me, huh? Just want to watch me suffer?" spat, feeling resentment was the easiest way to cover up the growing desire to go and hold him. How had he become so needy and wanton inside himself? It made him feel pretty damn pathetic.
"You know that's not why I'm here." Puck snapped back, though he knew both of them were hiding their true feelings. That was how they always were, after all, and how could it be helped? They were designed to lie, and their nature couldn't so easily be curbed.
There were a few moments of silence. "I wanted to talk. And, well, I missed you a lot. " Puck admitted, expecting Loki to laugh like he always did, but there was just more silence. "And I thought maybe we could share a drink, and I don't know. Cuddle. Is it so ridiculous? I just want to be wanted again, and I know you don't have a reason to, but that never stopped you before."
Spilling his heart like that took more guts than Loki would have admitted to aloud. But he would respect it enough. After a few more moments he leaned back. "Fine, come over then." Loki waved him over and sighed.
They had a long way to go before they started to not trust each other again, but as Puck moved closer, wanting the touch and embrace of the other, there was certainly hope they could do something with themselves. Even if it was just a bit of fun.
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Starlight Express Fic (AO3 Crossover) - Dinah x Greaseball
Fandom: Starlight Express (2025 London)
Type: Light angst, hurt/comfort
Rating: SFW
Triggers: Injury
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With their line of work it was only expected that they could get into a few scrapes every now and then. There had been all manner of small injuries over the years: buffed paintwork and twinged joints. Even some cuts into the outer metalwork. There had been more serious injuries as well, and they had managed them as they came on.
Engines being battered and having parts flung across the track. Some were getting run over more than once, and then there are big pile-ups that spiral out of control into the barriers. Then of course there was the reality that trains had been set alight during races before due to fault pipes or gashes from other races going just that bit too deep.
And on the track there was no doubt that they were going to be a spark that could be taken advantage of by leaking fuel lines looking for trouble. And of course when one is the champion, there is a lot that could happen on track, and they always have to be prepared for the worst at any time.
That was until Greaseball got injured while not even racing. They had been attending another race, and one of the engines had been blowing kisses at Dinah throughout, and then on the final lap Greaseball had had enough of it. She jumped the barrier and chased down the offending engine.
There was screaming and yelping as Greaseball tried to batter their face before another engine, who was just trying to win, managed to hit Greaseball and run her over. This resulted in a Greaseball fracturing her right arm in three places and being excluded from racing until she was properly healed. Not to mention she had been banned from sitting in the front row of the stands for any races in the future where she is not personally competing. And reasonably, Greaseball wasn't too happy about this.
Dinah had been very worried, of course, but she had actually been a little flattered that Greaseball cared so much as to do that. After all, this was the great champion Greaseball; who would think she would risk something like the ability to race for someone? Well, it turns out that she was happy to risk and even lose out of racing for a while for the sake of her girlfriend.
It meant a lot even if she was, of course, very concerned about the injury. But the doctors had been good, and Greaseball had been through worse. And, in some way, Dinah was actually enjoying this time away from the track. It wasn't like a holiday, but it wasn't too dissimilar.
They were getting to spend more time together. Greaseball wasn't as achy all the time, and she ate slower, even if just by a little bit. It was nice to have some time to rest and time to be away from the whole racing mentality they had been living in for the whole of their lives. Strangely, Dinah enjoyed taking care of Greaseball, helping her, being present and actually getting to just live with her rather than having to always be training.
Yet, of course there were going to be downsides as well. Greaseball wasn't much help around the house, and with the lack of training going on, she had a lot more time to try and be 'helpful' around the house. It was almost comical how bad she was at housework.
Now, of course Greaseball could take care of herself. She could cook and clean enough to survive, but that wasn't helpful when she wasn't living alone. Greaseball's idea of breakfast, lunch and dinner was simply rice and chicken for all of them. Washing clothes happened once a month and she'd walk around naked if she ran out of clothes.
Now, that wasn't an issue for Dinah but would be if the press sent out paparazzi for them. Greaseball was functional, but Dinah preferred it when she just sat to the side and let her clean the bathroom, since last time she managed to create poisonous gas and nearly burnt a hole through the bathtub. It was better and safer this way, and Dinah actually liked housework; it was her time to think and decompress after a long day.
On such a day Dinah was getting ready for dinner, getting all the veg out so that she could cut it well. Just humming to herself, thinking she could get this done smoothly and then enjoy a nice meal with Greaseball. She took the knife and started to cut, just as Greaseball rolled up behind her. She leaned in closer and wrapped her good arm around Dinah's waist.
Dinah hadn't been expecting it and jumped at it, turning around with the knife in her hand ready to attack. "Starlight! Damn it, Greaseball! You can't be sneaking up on me like that. Especially not while I've got a knife in my hand. I could have taken off your good arm." She teased, though she was a little shaken by being so close to having sliced open her girlfriend and the world racing champion.
But Greaseball lingered, and Dinah would rather her not stand right there if she wanted to help out with the cooking. "Okay, if you want to be here then you can finish up cutting those vegetables while I get the pan ready. " Dinah suggested, hoping she wouldn't be so stupid as to stab herself.
That was of course still a very high bar for someone like Greaseball, but she was clearly trying her best as she started to slice with her alright arm. Dinah started to brown the chicken in the pan, trying to keep an eye on Greaseball while she was doing so. But of course Greaseball couldn't be fully trusted. "Finished; let me just put it there in with your stuff." She said, carrying over a handful of cucumber, the arm in the cast clattering against the side of a cabinet.
Still, she wasn't used to not moving her arm as freely. As a result, she dropped the cucumber and managed to scatter it all over the floor. "Let me pick it up." She said before Dinah could try to stop her, kneeling down and knocking into Dinah's legs just as she picked the pan up to move it out of the way, meaning now the majority of their dinner was on the floor, some of it landing in Greaseball's hair with a sizzle.
Greaseball cursed and then threw what she had gathered even further as a response before rubbing her head to try and sooth her scalp. "This is so stupid; all I was trying to do was help and everything just goes so wrong." She said with a huff. "I'm useless like this and I hate it. I'm nothing without racing and I can't even help you after all the things you've been doing to help me. I'm so fucking stupid."
Greaseball got up and looked away from Dinah, not sure what to do with herself. She couldn't help clean up and she couldn't storm off without making Dinah feel worse. Why did she have to be so sensitive to the emotions of needs of her partner all of a sudden? It made everything so much more complicated, and Greaseball didn't know how to deal with the guilt.
It was complicated when changing how you lived by yourself and then having to be with someone and then again when you were the one being taken care of. Maybe a couple months ago Greaseball wouldn't have cared, even enjoyed being able to sit around doing nothing, but something had softened and even fractured inside her, and it wasn't just the bones in her arm. It was a lot and with it, she couldn't face Dinah for it.
There was a lot going on here, and Dinah had to keep in mind she wasn't Greaseball's therapist, as much as she wanted to help her. Dinah loved her too much to say what was probably needed to actually help her. But she could give her some comfort and try and make the most of this whole thing.
"How about we just order some takeout or something? Maybe a nice pizza or even an Indian? I know you've been having cravings for that recently?" That managed to at least drag Greaseball into some semblance of a good mood.
"Don't worry about the mess, we can deal with that later. You need your rest and things are going to be okay. I'm here with you, and we are a team, remember? The best team out there." Dinah said with a little laugh as she thought it was probably a little bit cringe, but if it worked, she didn't mind at all.
Even if a little reluctantly, Greaseball smiled and tried to accept that she wasn't able to do this. She knew that it couldn't be helped and she had to wait for her recovery one way or another. And what better way to do it than to just have a good night with her girlfriend and make the most of the time off?
Of course, Greaseball still hated not being able to do anything she wanted to, but this could at least get rid of a couple of hours a day. "Yeah. Sure. Let's do that then." She said, standing up and offering Dinah her good hand to help her up as well. Dinah smiled; it was still the same stubborn Greaseball, but this time she was going to be at least a little safer.
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Triggers: Mentions of kidnapping, body-related trauma, ptsd, nightmares
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Lying in bed, there was nothing between the mind and body. There was simply the soft flow of conscious thoughts moving in and out of the mind. And such thoughts often managed to find something unpleasant in the unconscious to bring forth into a dream. Or perhaps they even used the lucid memory to fuel the most violent cause of action a mind could understand.
Cait was sitting in that chair again. Bound and unable to move more than a few little squirms. Unable to speak, her cheeks burnt from the pressure of what Jinx had gagged her with. Head spinning, body feeling raw and alone. Confused, tender, and able to remember just how she had managed to grab her naked from the shower and drag her here to be used as set dressing.
Skin itching for something to change, something to stop. Needing her clothes to be burnt and to scold her skin until it was clean again and she was safe. This all felt wrong, her wrists searing and yanking, trying to focus on something in the dark.
And from that darkness there was her voice again. Jinx was there yet again, and Caitlyn knew what she would do. She knew this was the voice of who had killed her mother. The voice who had trapped her here once more and would use her old name of Powder to try and get what she wanted from...
Vi.
Violet was here, and she – what was she supposed to do? She couldn't do anything. Heart pounding in her chest, as she knew in that haze there was a gun pointed towards her.
One being raised to her head as Jinx pleaded for Vi to do it. Do it and she would be free; they could be happy again.
Cait looked down the barrel of that gun, watching as Vi flicked between all the guilt in her heart and the fear that she was helpless and couldn't escape this. They would all die here, certainly if something didn't happen right now.
Those eyes were so heavy with guilt, and in that short glimpse Cait knew she was not the one she would pick. The trigger was pulled, and the noise rang out.
Cait sat bolt upright, breathing heavily as sweat covered her body. Eye aching in the dark, she rubbed the damaged one open. She couldn't see anything in the dark, but the noise of Jinx laughing was echoing through the room.
Beside her, Vi stirred, rolling over and putting a hand on her thigh to try and comfort her. Cait pushed it back and shuffled away as far as she could get.
That was what made Vi properly wake up in the end. "Cait? What happened?" She asked, sitting up and turning the bedside lamp on, not sure how to help when she couldn't physically comfort her.
"I was back there. With her. She... Jinx took me out of the fucking shower." Cait breathed through her words and then covered her eyes, not wanting to be brought to tears like this. "You... You shot me. In my dream, I know you wouldn't, but I can't help but think you might have if things were different. I know you want her back." Cait was trying to be sensitive to Violet at the same time as talking, and it didn't seem to be working all that well.
Vi looked away for a moment, seeing again how Jinx looked at her. Seeing her fall. It was a lot, but she couldn't dwell on it, and she needed to be there for Cait. "She's dead, Cait. She can't get to you again." She said, even though the words felt so bitter on her tongue.
"She's -" Cait stopped herself. "What if she finds some way to come back -" She paused again and sighed. "I know. I know she's gone. And I'm sorry." Cait stroked Vi's cheek, trying to be there for her even in one of her more vulnerable moments.
"You look tired," Cait said, knowing this was deeper than anything else. "Come on." Cait pulled Vi against her chest, able to tolerate that touch for the moment, and Vi just let her weight ground her. Both of them were getting something good out of it.
Neither of them managed to get back to sleep, but the gentle movement of hands through hair and breathing against each other's chest. It was as close as they were going to get. There was a lot they needed to work out, and Vi was suspicious of things like always, but now wasn't the time. Right now was the time for rest, which they both so sorely needed.
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The lights seemed too familiar tonight in the ring. Vi knew she wasn't supposed to be here, but she knew this was what she had to do. Paint smeared over her face and rubbed into her hair, hoping it would wash out this evening or her pillows would stain, and she didn't need the extra hassle.
But none of that mattered since she knew she was going to make a killing tonight. The fight was simple enough, and she had managed to convince the crowd that despite her muscles she was weak and injured or perhaps even getting sloppy. And with that, she knew the bets against her would be high, so when she finally won, she would get a better payout in total.
The guy was bigger than her, but that had never been a problem before. She lifted her hands, rubbing her thumb along the inside of her hand wrap. It probably wasn't going to do much against bone, but she was going to try. The bell went and she started with a soft bounce as the massive idiot trudged towards her.
She was light enough on her feet; the first punch managed to miss completely. Vi then ducked behind him and gave a small burst of fast hits into his side. The opponent groaned slightly and slugged a wide hook in her direction, which she managed to duck, but she didn't realise he was so sloppy as to drop his hand anyway, catching her shoulder as it fell. The clip hurt, but it wasn't anything hard, and it just annoyed Vi enough to deliver another blow against his chin, knocking the other guy back into a wall. Vi had this in the bag now.
That was until a gunshot was heard, loud and echoing through the arena. Everyone fell silent, as it was a mighty sound and not the noise of some rabble passing through. Vi looked up and felt her face drain. Shit.
Caitlyn Kiramman. Dressed in full uniform with her gun in hand as she stared down at Vi. Her eyepatch was fitted perfectly, and still her gaze cut through the crowd. "Don't you all have better places to be?" She asked, and Vi thought stupidly in that moment it would be better to run, attempting to scatter, but Cait just dropped a shot at her feet. Vi stopped, breathing heavily.
"Inside now." She said it with calm control, but Vi knew what was underneath. There was chattering from the crowd, something about Vi getting told off by her wife or how she was getting carted back, and even some laughing, and that was what Vi hated most of all. She didn't like people talking behind her back.
The door slammed and Cait put her gun on the bed. "What the bloody hell were you thinking!" Cait said, her voice not so loud as to yell but with that tone she often reserved for serious blunders during active missions. And this wasn't a mission, so Vi was really in the shit now. There was nowhere to run anymore.
"Or were you not thinking at all?" Vi kept her eyes down. "Right. So now you're not even talking to me? Do you have any idea how worried I was waking up without you in bed with me? No note. No message. Nothing. You were gone and I thought you could have been kidnapped. You could have died. I almost sent out the enforcers to find you, Violet!" Cait put her fingers to her brow, breathing deeply.
"Vi, you need to talk to me. What's going on? Why are you here again with that stupid make-up on?" Cait reached out and smudged it down her cheek more. "Even if it is kind of hot." She teased, trying not to be all bad.
"You wouldn't get it." Vi said, pushing her hand away and going to the sink. The room was tiny, but she was more than used to it. The water was cold, and she cupped her hands, dunking her face in with a small breath after.
"Try me."
Vi sighed. "I needed the money." She knew Cait wouldn't understand, and she knew the questions that were about to follow, and in all honesty she didn't want to hear them but knew that Cait needed to say it all.
"What?" Cait asked, genuinely confused. "What do you even mean by that? We have money. We aren't struggling; we have food and a home and everything, and you even have a job with the government and enforcers – I offered you a job to work training soldiers, and you didn't want to take that. I don't understand; it's not logical at all—"
"That's because you won't ever understand, Cait!" Vi snapped, water droplets being flung across the room.
The silence was heavy as Vi caught her breath.
"It's your money. I don't want to be dependent on you. If I work there with a job you get me, then it's still your money; I still owe it to you. This would have been mine. This would have been completely mine. Mine to spend on what I want, and it would actually mean something to spend it rather than fishing money out of an endless mountain of wealth." Vi didn't like speaking like this, but it did feel like she didn't have a choice.
Cait didn't realise she had been making her feel like that, and she still didn't fully understand it all, but that didn't mean she was going to argue. She cared enough to keep things this way. "I'm sorry, Vi. I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I don't really know how to help. I don't want you fighting here; it's too dangerous."
"And being an enforcer isn't?"
"Fair enough," Cait said with a small laugh. "How about I just make it up to you somehow, and then we can figure out things later? I'm sure there's like a greengrocer that's around." Vi laughed at that, but she was more than happy to try and forget about this all.
"So... You're kinda into the whole fighter thing?" Vi teased, nudging her. Cait rolled her eyes, but she was blushing.
"Oh shut up." Cait replied, grabbing her face and kissing her. Vi smirked, holding her face and running her finger over her eyepatch strap. "We should get home." But they both knew they probably wouldn't be heading home quite yet.
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After the mess they had made, Herbert wanted to get Alfred cleaned up and comfortable before getting into the next part of the evening. Clearly the man was shaken up, and he hardly knew what to do with himself, clearly a little overwhelmed with all the attention he was getting. But that was very normal for a human, and he just wanted this to go smoothly above all else, no matter how long it took.
However, Alfred could feel his mind sinking deeper into his chest. Falling between his ribs and down his hollow body just into the lingering stain of his disgust. Everything felt cold; it was all wrong; none of it felt good anymore, and he just wanted to curl into himself and never unravel. His throat was dry, head spinning as his soul drifted away from his eyes in a way he could only assume was dragging him deep into hell and the abyss.
It wouldn’t take a genius to notice something was wrong, and Herbert was able to pick up on it the moment after Alfred finished. Clearly something was on his mind more than just the simple withdrawal of pleasure after a human cumming like that. So, he wanted to make it right, giving him some more attention in hopes that the evening could continue. Herbert knew he could do better than some petty grinding. He had to make this evening a night that Alfred would dream of the rest of his mortal life.
“Alfred?” He asked softly, his hands trailing down his sides. “Perhaps you’d be more comfortable if we got you out of those clothes?” He suggested, smirking as he started to undo the buttons, not truly understanding why the man was shaking so much. “And then you can get into bed with me. It will be nice and warm, and with the curtains around the bed drawn we will have some more intimacy.” Herbert pulled at his shirt, managing to get his shoulder free.
That was when Alfred pushed him away with all his force. Hands trembling as he felt tears falling down his cheeks. “Don’t touch me, devil!” He cried out, his voice painfully hoarse, words hanging in the air between them. Alfred breathed deeply, eyes twitching. His muscles ached and his skin felt rancid. The room was spinning, and his mouth was aching to move and force words into reality. To make his mind clear.
“Don’t touch me. You’ve already infected me with this – this disease of twisted lust. I can’t allow you – I never allowed you in the first place, and here you have forced me into vile behaviours that are completely unnatural. You have made me into something wholly – wholly queer!” He was starting to raise his voice, hands flailing as he couldn’t control the hot flashes of disgust festering inside him.
Herbert wanted to protest, but the insult had genuinely made him recoil in shame. Which soon turned to anger on his face, of which Alfred seemed so oblivious as he continued to rave. “And now this thing is growing inside me. This is a crime of unforgivable behaviour. You – you did this and by God I will – I…” Alfred started to slow down, needing more time to breathe as his head crumbled under the pressure. He couldn’t meet Herbert’s gaze and sank onto the floor.
He sobbed, tears soaking the hardwood floor beneath him, dripping in a slow, steady pattern. Herbert waited, patient and still fighting back the impulse to put the man in his place for such behaviour. “Why – Why would you do this… I don’t understand. I did everything right. I have never done anything wrong or bold or anything at all, and still I am punished with this. You make me into some filthy fag? What for? For sick amusement? Well, I hope you got it…” Alfred gripped his hair, trying to pull his mind from his body.
Herbert sighed, not certain what to do, but he was very touched by the man; he wanted to do something to help. “Now, I think you’re being just a bit dramatic.” He said, trying to lighten the mood, but it clearly didn’t work. Slowly, Herbert kneeled down beside him, reaching his hand out to touch his face but then pulling back before he made contact. “Alfred, listen now. If you were those things, if you were wrong, certainly you wouldn’t want to stay?” He asked softly, not with any intention of making him stay.
Alfred nodded, but then his crying softened as Herbert put his hand over his own, running his long nails on the back of it in what he assumed was meant to be a comforting way. It came off more like a cat clawing its prey, but he paused, and he listened. “You can leave right now. Never come back… Or…” Alfred found himself listening closer than before.
“We could stay here. I could kiss you until you stop crying. Take off those clothes and let me see you without yours and touch anything you want. Take you onto this bed and make you feel your soul being cleansed of all earthly worries.” Herbert said, hoping it would be enough to convince him to stay.
Alfred was considering it, and that alone told him some part of this was within his own will. But that didn’t make it right; none of this was right, and it was worse if he was going to choose this. He looked at Herbert’s iridescent nails and gently took his hand, bringing it to his face, feeling the cold skin against his cheek like some strange reassurance this was going to be okay.
Feeling the way that Herbert cupped his face, rubbing his thumb back and forth. Just letting him have some time to process this all. Breathe, and think it over as his mind swirled deeper down the drain. Herbert started to wipe his tears away, taking his face with both hands as he then started to kiss over his cheeks. Avoiding his lips was key as he kissed his eyelids, cheekbone, his jawline, his hair and forehead; everywhere he could reach, just to prove this was worth something.
Alfred pulled back, only to fall into his hands again. “It’s wrong.” He mumbled, but his shirt was starting to itch and he just wanted to stop the heat under his skin.
“Does it feel so wrong?” Herbert suggested, his smile returning as his lips found their way back to his neck, wanting to turn that tenderness into dark purple bruises. Wanting to mark their time together like a testimonial to pleasure.
Alfred couldn’t find it in his heart to lie about it, so he simply didn’t speak again. Instead, he bit his lip to silence himself as his hands finally met Herbert’s body, rubbing over his soft cotton shirt. Rubbing over the frills, he tried to figure out how to get the thing off him as quickly as possible.
Herbert almost laughed at how difficult it was for him to get the clothes off. “Behave.” He said, perhaps firmer than he had intended. But it got Alfred to stop, his hands dropping as he looked at him expectantly. That was exactly what he wanted. He grabbed his shirt and pushed him towards the bed, seeing a small flash of returning fear, which was perfect.
Standing before him without shame, he started to undo his trousers, and Alfred felt his jaw slacken and his eyes close, uncertain what to expect but his throat closing up regardless. And in that darkness his wrist was grabbed and pushed up inside of Herbert’s thighs and then between his legs before reaching his tight entrance. Herbert let out a small noise of agreement before coaxing him to push inside.
With a firm swallow, Alfred pushed inside the tight ring of muscle, feeling how Herbert clenched around his fingers, pushing his hips closer as he wanted more. He wanted deeper. He didn’t fully understand the purpose, but his hand wasn’t shaking anymore, and the pressure felt reassuring. So, he pushed in deeper, right up to his knuckles.
“How big are you?” Herbert asked, his voice alluring in a way that made Alfred stammer with confusion and blush with shame. “You heard me. How big is your pretty cock?” He asked, angling his hips to try and get more movement. Alfred was speechless, and honestly, he didn’t know how to answer, as he didn’t have any point of real reference, his mouth hanging open as he finally looked up at Herbert, meeting his eyes.
And that gaze, the sadistic enthusiasm as he watched Herbert run thought dozens of possibilities in moments. “Spread your fingers.” He commanded, and Alfred’s hand responded without his permission instantly, his fingers scissoring open and stretching Herbert wider. Eliciting a soft whine from the other. “A – Ah, good. Fuck it, I can’t wait for this any longer.”
Herbert pushed Alfred flat onto his back. The winded man squirmed, desperate to get himself up again. But it was no use; Herbert was already on top of his, claws digging into his chest as he hastily grabbed the fabric and ripped it open, revealing his chest finally. Finally, some skin he could properly use.
Alfred yelped, flinching and trying to contort his body and hide himself. But it was pointless as Herbert scratched into his chest, drawing deep red marks down his skin and ripping some of the light hairs out on the way. He pulled back just long enough to tear his own shirt off over his head, tossing it to the side, letting it drape the furniture. “I’m going to show you what it means to be used in pleasure.”
There was nothing Alfred could do, but as his eyes gazed on Herbert’s bare chest for the first time, his body was sparked back to life. His cock, once again, was growing in need of attention, skin hot once more. He couldn’t deny his body wanted it again, wanted more than before. Lust mixing with pleasure was a dangerous game to play, but with an experienced games master such as Herbert, how could he not submit?
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Cait stood in front of the mirror. She looked at her eye, trying to focus on the new details she hadn't gotten used to yet. Things she didn't recognise in herself still, trying to align her mental image of herself with this new reality. The cut through was clean, and she didn't know how she felt about it, still trying to get used to it.
Her vision wasn't completely gone, but without an eyepatch her eyesight was significantly worse. And choosing to keep her eye rather than have it removed meant perhaps she might find some way to heal it.
But until that day she would have to get used to the pale white slicing her blue iris. Try and get used to the flickering; she did to try and keep her balance when the light caught her eyes wrong. Notice the cut from the corner of her eyes was like a flick of eyeshadow.
In all honesty, she had got away very lightly. She was lucky. But that didn't make getting used to this any easier. This wasn't her face anymore. She looked different, and she could hardly look at herself without her eye twitching and a deep pain behind it radiating through her skull as she tried to force it to focus.
Cait winced as the headache began, rubbing her eye to try and soothe the pressure underneath. It didn't do much, but she didn't want to put her eyepatch back on just yet. It was better to try and get used to seeing herself now rather than try and hide the issue away when there was no one around to see it.
Well, not no one. Vi walked out of the shower, towel wrapped around her waist as she rubbed her hair with the end of it. "Cait?" She asked, noticing that she was in pain, before quickly going behind her and starting to rub her scalp. "Headache again?"
The question was simple enough, but the notion this was becoming so common in their lives brought a sense of guilt with it. "I'm fine. I was just trying to look at myself without the eyepatch." She explained, even though realistically she didn't need to.
Vi sighed. "You don't have to. I'm fine." Cait repeated, not wanting Vi to be upset with her. "I'm honestly fine." She reached for her eyepatch and slipped it back on, pushing Vi's hands away.
"Cait, that's not—" Vi sighed again. "I'm just tired. Not with you or anything; it's just been a long day. It's okay." She assured her, stroking the patch with her thumb.
"But it's not. I'm an invalid now. It's not what you signed up for with me." Cait said, like this was some kind of business meeting about profit margins.
"Cupcake, listen for a sec? I love you. I want you. And I signed up for all the rough stuff too. It's not like I'm a walk in the park either." She teased with a chuckle, flipping up the patch and then kissing her eyelid. "It's okay. It's all okay."
Cait cracked a small smile at the assurance. "When did you get so responsible with words?" She teased back, giving her a nudge.
"Oh, really? I'm responsible now. Would a responsible person do this, huh?" Vi then grabbed Cait, tackling her to the bed. Cait didn't fight back but did roll to try and get on top. Vi was holding her down, though, so she just kissed her, holding her face.
It disarmed her enough that Cait could get on top. "Not too bad for someone who's half blind, hey?" She teased before laying down against Vi's chest. She could get dressed in a minute. For now, they could just hold each other; that was all she wanted to do.
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