cw. Nothing yet, it's the first part to Bailey being the absolute worst to the reader. Mentions of bullying from Bailey and creepy behavior from Eden. Robin being a little guy. Next part will feature noncon, anal, and very very very mean Bailey, but that's for the actual Spooky Day.
Halloween was always one of your favorite times of year. Ever since you were young, you had looked forward to October more than any other month, more than your own birthday. Your parents always found that adorable, how at the start of August, you were already planning your costume and the decorations, the same way people prepared for Christmas.
You remembered also being teased for this, especially by a pointed face boy who openly mocked you whenever you were in earshot, to his gargantuan friend who just watched you closely and creepily. When you got older and remained in love with the holiday, he went from mocking you for being childish to snapping at your waistbands and your ribs, sneering that you could at least dress slutty if you were going to be an eyesore. His tall friend just continued to watch. One of your blessings these days was that you never ever saw Bailey around that much, too swept up in God knows what. That and Eden disappeared a few years after graduating, no longer around to suddenly appear behind you when you turned around, or staring at you from across the room, or, you swear, following you home.
Now you could just thrive, known as the best person on the block to go for the actual fun sized chocolates and sweets, the funnest decorations, everything. Hell, that’s how you met the kid.
Robin was practically herding some of the younger orphans around, shyly talking to their friend the entire time but they brightened at the sight of you. Hell, he liked to hang out with you just normally, happily staying for dinner and asking your advice on crushes. It was adorable, and some parental instincts you never knew you had kicked in. To the point he shyly asked if you would ever think about adopting him, maybe even their friend, who always seemed so much busier and constantly on the move.
You promised him that you’d think about it and he in turn said he’d bring it up to his caretaker.
Speaking of Robin, you were eagerly awaiting him to swing by, having promised to set up some of the extra decorations. He was always so timely, so you didn’t care that he was so late when the knock finally came, but your smile was wiped from your face when you finally did open the door.
Bailey. Standing right before you. With his tattooed hand clamped onto Robin’s shoulder, so tight you could see the crinkles of his shirt pulled taut. Worst of all, Bailey looked great. He had grown into his pointy rat face, muscles pressing against the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, tattoos stark against his skin. You even wish you could call his slicked back hair greasy looking but it just didn’t.
“Hey, stranger.” Bailey’s thin lips spread into a sneer, similar to the ones he would shoot you so long ago.
Underneath his grip, Robin swallowed, looking up at you with bloodshot eyes. His eyes flickered to the door again and again, specifically focusing on where your hand rested on the handle. Beseeching you, but for what? You already knew Bailey was just a bully, but he couldn’t be that bad.
“Hey Bailey.” You finally greeted back, opening the door a bit more. “What’s-”
“Our little Robin mentioned you to me the other day. Almost couldn’t believe that you were still hanging around this dump.” Bailey interjected, his grip tightening on the orphan’s shoulder. “Thought we could have a sit down and discuss our next few steps, hm?”
You brightened and the caretaker’s grin sharpened before glancing down at Robin once more.
“Go back to the others.” He loosened his grip and jerked his head down the street, where a small group of children were waiting, wide eyed.
Robin looked between you two, his breaths coming fast and in shaky puffs before he jutted his chin out, as if defiant.
“I wanna stay. It’s important to me too, right?”
Bailey stared down at him before glancing at you out of the corner of his eye, and something darkened in his eyes. He leaned down, almost nose to nose with the boy and whispered, low, just to him.
“Fuck. Off.”
That’s all it took for the orphan’s courage to crumble down into dust and he turned on his heel, heading back towards the group. Meanwhile, Bailey straightened up and smiled at you again, nasty and off putting.
A Special Crossover with @heck-damn-so-i-draw is currently in the works right now. We are setting it up to celebrate spooky month so it is going to be a fun little combination of the Ouija Board au/Asylum au and Dawn's Ghost Adventures au.
I am also working on the second chapter to Never Play Alone, but due to my current work schedule I don't get a lot of time to work on it. I'm going to set up my next day off and focus only on the chapter so I can get it out to you guys. ^^
ANYWAYS!!! Thats all for this announcement. You guys can look forward to the crossover in October and hopefully a new chapter up with the next week or so. If you have any questions or just want to chat my DMs and asks are always open.
~~ BBS GHOST ADVENTURES AU + NEVER PLAY ALONE AU~~ Part 2
Little did they know, Marcel had been researching and looking into places that had yet to be investigated by any sort of paranormal studies. He's come across one name a few too many times to be considered a fake question by his standards. He's seen it on yahoo, on wiki answers, and even seen a few books checked out by the same person. A demon problem, huh? Well, it's this man's lucky day. He's written down a number he hopes will work in getting into contact with this fellow, then he stands up from the computer, stretches, and goes off to find Evan, who is currently in the living room on the treadmill. They all share a house so it's easier to pay for with their t.v show-earnings, and to bond as a group. Marcel walked over and leaned over the edge of the treadmill's control panel, grabbing Evan's attention and making him pop an earphone out as he continued to jog. The Canadian was sweaty and about ready to stop anyway, so he pressed the button to stop the machine. "What's up, man?" He asked as Marcel boredly tapped the plastic on the machine before stopping as Evan slowed to a stop. "I was looking for stuff to investigate, and found a guy who's been having a bit of trouble with a demon. I was thinking of giving him a call, just wanted to run it by the group first, you know?" Evan nodded along and popped his other earphone out to listen better to what Marcel was saying. "Yeah, okay. That's cool with me. You know how Brian feels about demons and demonology though." He warned the man in front of him, who responded with a shrug. "I know. I'm gonna talk to Tyler about it first since Brian's in the shower. Do you know where the big guy is?"
"I think he's making biscuits or something? Check the kitchen."
Marcel nodded and stood up straight to go off and look for him. "Thanks Ev, make sure to shower after Brian so ya don't get all stinky, you stinky stinky man." He teased, to which Evan scoffed. "I'll stink if I want to." They both laughed and went their separate ways.
"Ey, Tyler? You in here-?" Marcel called as he entered the kitchen, immediately finding the answer when he's met with a face full of flour. "What do you need?" Tyler answered, making Marcel laugh. "What happened to you? You're... Whiter than usual." "Oh hah hah. Biscuits is what happened to me. What do you want?" Tyler replied with a salty tone, taking a towel he had in his hands and wiping the flour off his face.
"Just your opinion. I already talked to Evan about it but, while I was investigating places to go look for paranormal shit I found this guy, his name is Ryan and he's been dealing with a demon problem for a little while. Figured we could go help him out."
Tyler raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Talk to Brian about it yet?"
"Not yet… he's in the shower." Marcel answered, walking over to the kitchen table and sitting down in one of the chairs.
"I'm fine with it. But you know how-" Tyler started before being interrupted by Marcel's groan. "I know. Brian and demons don't mix well, Jesus y'all act like I dont know the guy. It's either this or I keep looking for some fucking haunted hospital, and I know you ain't down for that." Tyler gave him a look of disgust at the mention of his fear of hospitals, not even to mention a haunted one. "Get Brian on board with this or you're gonna get a knuckle fucking sandwich for lunch."
Marcel nodded. "Got it."
Then he stood up and left the kitchen, one, before he got too hungry, and two, to see if Brian was out of the shower yet.
Lucky for Marcel, Brian had just opened the door to the bathroom and was leaving it, a towel wrapped around his waist snugly as he scrubbed the water out of his hair with another. "Hey Brian! When you get dressed, I need to talk to you."
Brian stopped and turned towards Marcel and tilted his head, stepping towards his friend instead of heading to his room. "What is it?"
"Just- we'll talk about it when you're not.. Naked." Marcel said, coughing a bit at the last part to avoid looking at Brian's toned chest as water droplets fell from his hair to his skin.
"Just tell me, Marcel." Brian folded his arms and raised an eyebrow at Marcel, who seemed just uncomfortable with talking to a half naked man. "'s not like me dick is out." Brian scoffed, which made Marcel roll his eyes.
"Fine fine I just- I was looking for things for us to investigate, right? And well, uh. I found a guy who's been having a problem with a demon. He seemed pretty sure it was-" Brian stopped him by holding his hand up and closing his eyes, shaking his head and turning the other way to walk to his room. "Ye're right. I'll talk to ye about this when I'm dressed so I can fuckin' hit ya."
"Brian.." Marcel started, then Brian turned back to his friend with a scowl. "You know how I feel about this demon shite, Marcel. Wha'appened ta that hospital ye found?"
"Tyler isn't-"
"Tyler can suck my dick, alright? I'm not doing this."
"Brian, come on, the guy is still living so obviously it isn't too bad-"
"'Isn't too bad'? Are you fucking me right now, Marcel? You've no idea what them damn things are capable of. Ye've never even fockin' seen one. I'm not doing this."
"Brian please, come on. You're the only one who can see them. We need you. He needs us. Who knows how bad it's gonna get if we don't step in? After we do this, we can make Tyler suck it up and investigate the hospital. We can't pass this up, Brian. Please." Marcel practically begged, making Brian huff and shake his head in annoyance before turning around to go back to his room and get dressed. "Fine. Whatever. You owe me f'er this, Marcel."
This made Marcel sigh and nod. "I know. Thank you Brian."
The Irishman grumbled and slammed his door shut behind him, making Marcel flinch a bit and sigh, before looking back at Evan, who'd been watching from afar. Marcel shook the argument off and went back into the set up office to call this guy. Hoping he didn't argue with Brian for nothing and can get a hold of this Ryan guy.
cw. harleep being a nasty. pseudoincest cuz raphael ya devil daddy, congratulations, you're a tiefling reader. gn reader at that. kinda dubcon?
note. DAY THREE, AND ITS INKY'S DAY ON THE COLLABOWEEEEEEN. check out the other sluts doing the collab, @necros-writing-stuff @angrelysimpping @letstalktea @undead-merman. also cuz inky is INKY theres a mention of gortash ehe. Also yeah, I'm only doing my own prompts instead of any of the others lol sorry guys
You needed to talk to your father.
That was a thought that never would have ever crossed your mind three days ago. No, you had been having such a good time, away from the Hells and your devil of a father, that he had never even crossed your mind.
Not until he appeared before you, his wide smirk catching for just a moment at the sight of you, before returning full force. Of course. Raphael didn’t even realize it was you until you were right in front of him, a spitting image of your other parent, but still his blood nonetheless. Your world you were slowly building with your new companions, that you were just like them, that you could have a future, came crashing down as he grinned, wide and loving and fake.
“My child.” He mused, reaching a hand out to trace along your cheek. “What a predicament you got yourself into.”
His false concern tasted like salt on an open wound, metallic and stinging. You knew he didn’t care about you. Hells, you were the only one of his children kept in the House of Hope because your mother was one of the few who tricked him into keeping the Tiefling offspring she had after laying with the Devil who had no interest in her. Of course, she paid dearly for that. Sometimes you wandered past the room where she was kept to this day, her screams switching between begging and wrathful.
The only reason that she was locked away was because Korilla was the one who made the plea on your behalf to not see whatever was happening to her.
But your mother made the deal, and the deal was for him to look after you as a child. So the minute you turned eighteen, you snuck out the House of Hope and never looked back. Did Raphael even notice? You doubted it.
But now here you were, actively seeking him out, just to demand answers and also help. Your father could help you all out, you knew it, and you were willing to engage with him enough to squeeze some solutions out of him and hopefully have him fuck off long enough for you and your companions to do something about it.
You knew how to make the portal ritual to the Hells, but the messaging one was simpler, and would need quite a bit of energy for someone to decide to suddenly hop through. The type of energy that would definitely burn you up almost instantly if you were, say, dragged through. Better to be crisped to death than back in the House of Hope with your father and his weirdos.
The ritual circle burst into dark flames, reaching up, over your head but no smoke emanated up. Hellfire was annoyingly unique like that. You waited, the flames embers spitting and crackling as the blaze raged on, but your father had yet to appear. You felt like you were being put on fucking hold, as he filed his nails all pointy and looked at the corresponding circle in his boudoir with that annoying smirk of his.
Mother should have just asked for child support.
A dark figure slowly formed behind the walled inferno and you sighed, putting your hands on your hips, feeling suddenly a lot like Korilla whenever she caught you doing something you were forbidden from. Like asking for permission before doing something.
“Finally! Did you get your fancy shoes on- Oh.” You paused in your angry tirade as the flames lessened, revealing…. Your father’s lover.
He seemed to have perfected your father’s smirk.
“Oh, little lost lamb,” Harleep purred, hands on his hips as he showed off his scant body. You felt a bit unwell at the sight. “Your father stepped out, he’s very busy these days. But I’ll gladly take a message for him.”
You were never allowed near the incubus. Not that anyone thought that he’d be anything but a shit of an… Uncle? to you, but Raphael was spoiled and didn’t like when his favorite playthings would hang out without him.
“He’s not doing anything. He's sitting around with his thumb up his ass and giggling.” You snapped and Harleep smiled, just enough for the fire to glint against his pearly teeth, the canine digging into his lip.
“Oh darling, he does nothing with that ass without me-”
“Yeah yeah yeah, way too much information, that’s my father you know.” You grumbled, fighting the urge to cover your ears, or… Maybe duel him for your dad’s honor, you didn’t know.
Harleep gazed at you, his eyes burning low and hungry…
“You seem different little lamb.”
“The last time you saw me was when I was thirteen, Harleep.” You grumbled, suddenly feeling a bit squeamish. “You tried your hand at babysitting me and Father came home to find us having a tea party with his favorite bottle of wine.”
“Ah, I remember.” Harleep didn’t break his gaze from you, slowly stepping closer and closer to you. “In my defense, I filled your cup with the pool water. Not a drop of alcohol.”
“...Just your spent jizz water.”
“It was refreshed just that morning.” Harleep murmured, his eyes twinkling. “But, if you still so wish for a taste, I don’t mind.”
“Don’t be fucking gross-”
“Twas in earnest.” Harleep sighed, his gaze dragging over your body, lingering on any exposed skin he could see. “If you have the same appetites as your father… I could-”
“No, nope, nope, no-” You stepped away but he simply took a step forward, until his bare feet touched the edge of the burning sigils, a small hop away from exiting the circle.
Harleep suddenly stilled, leaning his head back and sniffing the air, like when you came across those gnolls, panting and salivating at the scent of your flesh. You froze up. You know what he was doing. He did it every time your father came home, and smirked, sauntering over to their boudoir. Did it when Korilla came home, flushed and pink and Harleep would tease her about visiting Elminster’s library, whatever that meant. Did it when you were seventeen and you were caught with the boy the caretaker loved to hit, with his coarse hand pressed against your belly. You two were found, and Harleep came across you two being chewed out and he just smirked, looking at the dark haired boy with such deeply intense knowing that he flushed.
“Oh, little lamb. You smell so ripe.” He murmured. “Unlike your father. Never noticed before, your scent… Is that of a pretty little bitch that deserves to be on their back while delicious things are done to them.”
“H-Harleep…” You stammered, unable to form any words other than his name, which apparently he liked, given the sudden strain against his leather ass shorts.
“You shouldn’t have scampered off so quick all that time ago.” He murmured. Then he stepped forward.
His body shimmered as he stepped through the lowered blaze. You could feel the energy pulsate from the circle, as he forcibly crossed the realms, with such force that it made you stumble and fall unceremoniously on your ass. You hoped someone, like Gale, would feel the Weave pulsate with magic, the earth shake just a bit for people to notice. You blindly cursed yourself for deciding to do this so far away from the camp, so you wouldn’t be witnessed whining at your father.
Harleep took advantage of your prone state and sank down, his thighs straddling your sides.
“It’s been so long since I’ve had such a cute thing under me… And from what I’ve heard, you might last a while, even with two fingers inside of your hole. A pretty hole too.”
You had no idea if you should feel flattered by the comparisons to your… Father and his… Lackings, or deeply grossed out, given he was saying all this with your own bloodkin’s face sewed onto his skull.
“Harleep, this isn’t funn-”
“Hush, little lamb. It's such a pleasure to have my favorite little lost creature back in my reach. To be the one to see you get tended to. And-” He pressed a clawed finger against your lips, dragging it down over your throat. ”If you promise to be good while we play, I’ll see what I can tease out of your father, to help with your little… Tadpole.”
You fell silent, as he continued to stroke over your bare neck and shoulders. You mulled over the proposition as Harleep’s hands traveled down, settling on your chest and giving an appreciative squeeze.
“Should have stayed at our lovely House, little devil.” He murmured, his cock pressing against your stomach as he rolled his hips. “Anytime your father left, I could have come and kept you company. Made up for our lovely lost time.”
Harleep’s ministrations stopped for just a moment as he looked down at you, his gropes almost becoming soft, sweet touches as his finger tips trailed over your collarbone.
“He wouldn’t have let me look after my little lamb. You were so small and I wanted to sit with you in your room while you cried. He didn’t let me. I asked…. I asked if I could become your uncle, or some sort of parent. I wanted to so badly. He wouldn’t let me.” He shook himself out of his reverie. “But no. You’re not my little lamb anymore. You’re not my little anything anymore…”
He leaned down, one hand digging into the dirt by your head and pressed his scorching lips against yours, groaning softly into your mouth, utterly desperate.
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to be mine. All mine.” Harleep murmured, his fingers dragging back down, this time to yank at your trousers. “In a way even your Father won’t have you.”
He had his hand fully down your trousers, greedily groping you with two fingers grazing your hole over your underwear. You whined against his tongue dragging itself over your teeth, utterly muffling any sounds you were making, instead just drinking them all down.
“Let me make you cum.” He growled softly, his fingers pressing deeper inside of you, his claws slicing right through your underwear and curling inside of you. “Then you can treat me when you come home and I get you all to myself.”
You fought down both waves of pleasure, his fingers burning with a delightful tingle inside of you, but also nausea, seeing your own father’s face against yours. You wonder if Harleep liked it like this. A familiar connection but also getting to touch and fuck one of the few people he… Had some sort of emotional feelings for.
“All mine, aren’t you?” He murmured thickly, his lips beginning to suck hickeys into your neck. “Give me all of you, and I’ll look after you so well.”
It didn’t matter how many times you tightened around his fingers, cum staining his skin, it didn’t matter how he ravaged your neck completely until it looked like Astarion had a midnight snack on your arteries, it didn’t matter that you were sore and twitching by the end of it. Harleep couldn’t seem to get enough of his little lamb.
Hells, you were walking sore for such a long time afterwards, you didn’t even notice the pleasurable tingles shooting along your spine and shoulders, as if someone was wearing your skin and getting fucked nasty in it.
The time has come everyone it is now time for the spooky. >:3
DISCLAIMER: This is not connected to the cannon of "Never Play Alone", it is merely a fun little collab idea I had with a friend. I guess you could technically say it takes place in an alternate timeline.
Alright, so in honor of spooky month I though it would be fun to make a crossover collab with @heck-damn-so-i-draw , mixing her bbs Ghost Adventures AU with the Ouija Board AU/Asylum AU. So throughout the month of October, starting today, Dawn and I will be rotating perspectives of this crossover(Dawn doing a take of her AU, while I do my take on this one). The first few posts will be sort of setting up for the big meet up, then the fun will begin.
Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this. We spent a lot of time working on this and have been preparing for a few months now. I hope you guys enjoy reading this as much as we did making it. ^^ This is the first bit of the collab, the next part will be posted on Dawn's account soon enough.
Ohm sat on the couch of his home reading, sitting in front of him on the coffee were several other books on the paranormal and a few on demonology as well. Ever since he had accepted the fact that Luke wasn't going to just leave him alone he started to learn how to deal with the demon and his antics every day. Overall he had successfully gotten back to a normal life and had begun using his spare time to learn more about the more spiritual side of the world. While he was intrigued by mythology, he was particularly interested in paranormal hauntings. He used the fact that he had a demon as a roommate to his advantage while he was studying, being able to determine what was true, what was mere speculation, and what was nothing more than false teachings. He would spend hours reading and researching, having Luke help him correct false information in his books, and even talking with other demonologists who had spent years on their research. His studies and knowledge about the paranormal lead him to apply for a degree in demonology, that was the easy part. Once he got the degree that was when the real work started, he searched for genuine books online, would drive to different states to talk to wiccans, psychics, and empaths as a way to learn all he could about his new feild. He spent well over a year travelling around and learning all he could about the spiritual part of the world; the good side, the bad side, and everything that laid between. After getting his degree he would occasionally help local paranormal groups on their investigations in the areas that he visited, slowly building a name for himself in the paranormal community as well. He sighed softly as he marked his page on the book he was reading, and closed it gently before laying it on the table in front of him.
He had been spending so much time on his research lately, that he had both mentally and psychically drained himself. He spent weeks running to libraries all over the state trying to get all of the resources he needed, convincing most libraries to let him buy the books he needed so he wouldn't have to return them later on. On top of all of his trips to libraries, Ohm would also turn to the internet visiting wikipedia's sites, Yahoo, Google, and even Bing. He would visit any platform he believed could help him learn more. His favorite way of getting information was by reaching out to people claiming to be professionals, he would contact them and get their opinions on things he had gone through in the past with Luke, then base how much he trusted their answer by how accurate the reply was. He didn't think much about the groups he would join and enjoyed talking with people who were open to his opinions as well. He loved learning more and more about his new field of study and he wasn't planning on slowing down at any point. However, his head was spinning from all of the information he had been forcing into it and at the moment he wanted to do nothing more than get a little relaxing in.
He leaned back into the couch and picked up the remote, turning in the tv in front of him. "Calling it quits a little early today, aren't you Bunny?" Luke asked playfully as he manifested next to Ohm on the couch, getting a groan from the man at the nickname. "Why do you always insist on calling me that?" He asked quietly, not really paying the demon much more attention as he flipped through the channels before landing on a ghost hunting show he had watched for a while. "Because it's fun to aggravate you, why else?" The demon said back with a chuckle, before looking at the tv to see what Ohm had chosen to watch. He would never understand what Ohm found so entertaining about a group of guys running around in search for spirits, especially since most of the interesting facts the show spewed out Ohm had already learned from his studies, but it wasn't Luke's choice it was Ohm's. Suddenly a small idea popped into the demon's head, and he looked over at the dull eyed male with a mischievous smile. "You know what would be fun..." He asked, gaining the human's attention almost immediately, as Ohm looked over at him questioningly. "If we fucked around with these guys." He said playfully, making Ohm scoff and roll his eyes playfully back at the demon. "We are NOT going to do that Luke. The last thing I need right now is to have my reputation ruined because you're bored." Ohm said, before bringing his attention back to the screen. He could hear the demon huff next to him, making Ohm smile slightly in victory, not thinking there would be any way that Luke would be able to mess with the investigators on the television. Oh how wrong he was...
Now for the month of October there won't be any additions for the actual story, but it will pick back up again once this collab ends. ^^
Also since these are all just little drabbles they won't be as long as "Never Play Alone" chapters. So they will be shorter posts but my drabbles will play off of Dawn's and vice versa.
Tomorrows the first day of October everyone, that means it is finally time for me to start posting my parts of my project. Going to be posting the first part of my AU crossover collab with @heck-damn-so-i-draw tomorrow when I wake up, so be looking for it. ^^ we should be posting every other day with each part and i will be reblogging Dawn's additions when she posts as well. Look forward to some Never Play Alone updates coming out in November as well. I'm excited to get this stuff out to you and I hope you like it.
Gosh...,!I'm Ready To See My Eyes Popped Up In October!,!Also...,Well,I Guess I'm Excited To See More Demon Luke!🐰👹,Poor Bunny...>:3
I hope you're ready myself and Dawn have been putting a lot of work into these, and if they end up being like enough I may even make this a yearly thing. ^^
