#because i never hated you au

[just-another-star-47]

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Disclaimer: Please be aware that the following story is fiction and fantasy and written with the mindset, that Sebastian could never do anything that MC truly dislikes. Scenes like that need communication and clear boundaries in real life, so please reflect on the things you read.

Because I never hated you

Punishment

Because the poll wasn't so clear, there's a little sweet moment at the end. The rest is just angry Seb doing naughty things. 😅

She lay stretched out on the rumpled sheets, hands tied to the end of the bed, her whole body trembling from the last orgasms Sebastian had tickled out of her.

"I can't take more..." her voice was nothing than a pitiful whimper, her inner thighs sticky and quivering as she tried to move them.

"I'm not finished yet."

The cigarette he'd lit while her mind and body bathed in the heady after-effects of absolute bliss, hung between his lips and she hated how unimpressed he looked.

"Isn't it enough already?" she tried to protest again, stammering, but Sebastian just shook his head and calmly took a puff from his cigarette while his thumb traced circles over her clit.

"Not at all."

"Not at all?" Her startled words were drowned out by an exasperated gasp, as his fingers, which had remained still inside her until then, began to thrust deeper again. It was impossible to describe the feeling they were causing at this point. A mixture of absolute exhaustion and an equally fulfilling desire to experience the all-consuming ecstasy of another orgasm. Add to that the slight onset of pain from long overtaxed muscles and the shame of feeling his cool gaze on her while she whimpered and squirmed, not knowing whether her hips should push against the movements of his fingers or avoid them. A decision that was pointless to think about, as her body always decided in favour of the former.

She had long since realised that Sebastian was really angry, even if she didn't really understand the nature of the punishment.

Once again, her body tensed up before it began to pulsate in another high, her moans now almost stifled by the too much of everything.

Sebastian remained silent and when she looked at him with hazed eyes, he calmly returned her gaze, formed a ring of smoke and put his cigarette between his lips again. Perhaps this behaviour was the real punishment.

"I hate you..."

It was the last, cheap rebellion of her pride as her legs began to tremble again and she strained against the restraints on her wrists. But instead of having any effect, her statement made Sebastian laugh, rubbing his fingers against the most sensitive spot inside her to show her what he thought of her words.

"And because you hate me, you mess with older people who talk rubbish about me, huh?"

His laughter was replaced by a dangerous flicker in his eyes as he rammed his fingers deeper into her, making her gasp.

"I don't know what your fucking problem is."

Her defiance and resistance were feigned and her body, quivering with exhaustion and delight, gave it away.

"The problem is that you never think before you do something stupid. And that you've hurt yourself, beeing this stupid."

His anger spread from his eyes to his face and finally to his entire body like wildfire, blazing in his every move and in the way he forced her to a high again. But she welcomed the fire, much more comfortable burning than freezing to death from the chill of his rational rage.

"Don't.ever.do.that.again!"

Sebastian reinforced each of his words with a well-directed stroke of his fingers until his rhythm swelled and merged into her cries of rapture.

He leant his forehead against hers, his cigarette smouldering forgotten in the ashtray, his fingers running over her tear-stained cheeks and her bursted lip.

The sight of the latter alone made him think of starting the punishment all over again.

But the look in her eyes stopped him, completely exhausted she tried to blink away the tears that were proof enough that her body was incapable of dealing with the intensity of her feelings and emotions.

"I can take care of myself." The soft sound of his voice enveloped her like the smell of tobacco, which she had loathed before she knew Sebastian. Unable to answer, she let his soft lips run over her face, over her closed eyelids, to the tip of her nose and along the trail of her tears until they touched her lips softly like butterfly wings.

"Come here..." with whispered words he pulled her towards him, undoing the restraints on her wrists and wrapping her body in one of the blankets.

"I never want to see you put yourself in danger again because of a few stupid words. Do you understand me?"

She wanted to reply that it was just a busted lip and that she couldn't stand other people talking badly about him.

But instead she snuggled closer to him, knowing that he would hold her in his arms for as long as she needed to recover.

More of 90s Seb here.

[starry-bi-sky]

mmm throwaway conversation between Dan and Danny that popped into my head that I had to write out:

"You spent ten years being a one-man mass extinction event, then went back in time and fought me, and lost." Danny snarls, arms crossed and throat tight. His mouth pulls back to bare dagger-sharp teeth, and his eyes burn with the familiar thrum of ectoplasm heating up behind his eyes. "If I didn't believe you were half of Vlad before, I do now."

His other self -- and really, can he even call him that? He's half of Vlad too. Two halves severed from each other and welded together to make a new whole, -- snaps his head over to him. Wild-eyed and furious, he looks unlike the man Danny fought before, the one unruffled and untouched, unbothered by the world around him. It's familiar, but not like the way a reflection is.

"What's that supposed to mean." The Other hisses, matching Danny's scowl one-for-one with fangs much bigger and sharper than his.

But there's a reason lions fear hyenas. Danny matches the rumble in The Other's chest with one of his own, and shoves his face close to his. "I don't lose."

[coolnonsenseworld]

A little promo with my little obsession on the side...........

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[m0e-ru]

i cant believe p4g came out and every single one of you forgot about adachis sister

[ohitslen]

College (uni??) AU catering to my own interests as it should always be hehe :)

[triglycercule]

happy birthday to these two specifically. very specifically. i literally only drew dream and nightmare (or my aus of them,,,,,) today this is the least mttpilled i've been in 500 years. 500 years??? hmmmm reminds me of someone...... other nm oc jumpscare below

melpomene jumpscare. jeez i wonder who that is in his hand,,,,,, and i wonder who drew those other doodles,,,,,,,,, hmmmm,,,,,,

[lucradiss]

Existing in more than one fandom space is like having more than one group of friends but both of them being so wildly different that any overlap at all would be like getting shot in the head

[ask-the-druggieverse]

Had nightmare (or passive) ever convinced Dream to use drugs?

1/? (hehe yes another multi-thingy.... WUAGWHAWG) (I love doing these for some reason but... 0_0)

- ALT - DREAM: Passive? Is that what you call his original self? DREAM: Well either way- DREAM: No, he's never done anything like that DREAM: And as for Nightmare DREAM: (or as he's also called "corrupted" or "goopmare") DREAM: uhh... DREAM: UHHHHHH DREAM: I don't think he meant to DREAM: It was always left out and I just found it- DREAM: AH- DREAM: You're probably confused by that sentence... DREAM: I should probably explain what happened after I woke up from stone...

- IDK - I've been writing the script for my AU (Fiddletale not my other MAU) and I feel like I wanna make that be lineless art a well XP, Lineless art IMO is way faster and honestly looks pretty rad too, might experiment with lineless a bit by giving it black outlines either in future posts or main account posts (experimenting with it rn with a new sans I'm designing :3)

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[random-autie-fangirl]

Chara: I'm wanting everything to end instantly

Asriel: And I'm wanting to go on unchanging forever

🔥🔥🔥THE BEEF WITH LINEAR TIME SIBLINGS🔥🔥🔥

[domnorian]

What it feels like for me most of the time on tumblr...

SB fans: Honestly, Conner being a Lex and Clark clone is bullshit! Freakin hate that Geoff Johns made it canon istg it's such a lame idea

Me: 🥺

SB fans: No, not you, Dom. You're cool

/j

[egginfroggin]

*yeets this and runs*

My hand regrets my decision to try for more realistic wings, frankly

Transcriptions:

Mabel Pines - Steller's Jay

Dipper Pines - Blue Jay

fledglings

can't quite fly yet

wing's aren't adult-sized yet

Dipper often forgets to preen

Mabel likes to put glitter in her wings (and Dipper's, when possible)

Dipper collects his primaries to make quill pens

Mabel collects their feathers for crafting

Yeah so I'm just gonna drop this here and uhhhhh run, thanks for checking this, and I hope you have a good day

(program: krita; time taken: about 1 hr 45 minutes)

[starry-bi-sky]

Blood Blossom Au: Baby's First Commissioner Meeting :)

TL:DR This Post: Danny (orphan) gets poisoned with blood blossom extract by Vlad. He runs away from him and ends up under the care of one Pre-Robin Battinson Batman! Starry is loudly pushing her batdad agenda.

(Also known as "Late At Night, When The Nightingale Sings" on my ao3!)

This was a fun rough idea I've been sitting on for weeks, thinking about how Commissioner Gordon and Nightingale's first meeting might go.

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Commissioner Gordon likes to think that he's adjusting to the new normal of Gotham very well, -- the new normal being grown men running around dressed like bats, in military-grade strength body armor, committing acts of vigilantism, -- and slowly, little by little, he was no longer being surprised when this new normal pops up out of the shadows like the world's most terrifying daisy. His shaving lifespan thanks him for it.

....

The kid is a surprise though.

Granted, he seemed to be a surprise to the Bat too.

There's been a string of murders lately, -- which, in Gotham, is kind of like saying there's been another storm during monsoon season. And there's just been another; in some dilapidated building down in south Gotham, with the broken, boarded-up windows and mildew-crawling walls to match. The victim is a man in his thirties, multiple gunshot wounds to the chest, left in the center of the room for the blood to pool out around him.

The place is already secured when he arrives, the building swarmed with officers and the forensic detectives. The Bat emerges shortly after he does -- or, he might've been here the whole time, hiding someplace dark and shadowy. For his own sanity, Gordon doesn't think about it too hard.

The kid is a surprise, and he appears like a bolt of lightning.

He shows up in the middle of a conversation Gordon is having with the Bat.

A whistle, sharp and loud, slicing through the air, meant for open air rather than a confined space. Gordon's ears pierce and protest the sound, and the solemn, murmured chatter floating through the room abruptly cuts off like the swing of a gavel. As he turns towards the sound -- as they all do -- he swears, up and down, that he sees Batman's shoulders jump, just slightly.

At the source, perched on the window, is a boy. A boy in a gray-blue scarf and an oversized black hoodie, one that hangs off his frame and has ace bandages wrapped around the wrists in some attempt to cinch the sleeves. The hood is up, big like the rest of it, and threatens to swallow the upper half of the boy's face whole in the fabric. What upper half Gordon can see, is smeared with some kind of opaque, black face paint. He's holding onto the side of the frame with one hand, on his hip is a grappling hook. A familiar grappling hook.

Gordon has multiple questions, and his officers tense up.

Martinez puffs up, brows furrowing as his face shapes into a frown. Shoulders rolling back. "You can't be here, kid--"

The reaction is immediate, like a spark to gunpowder, the boy yanks his fingers from his mouth and his mouth twists into a scowl. Head snapping over to Officer Martinez, his hood manages to stay on but Gordon swears that as he bares his teeth, the glint makes them look sharper than they should be. His voice is rasp and quiet and harsh; snappish in its hissing; "Put a fuckin sock in it, Martinez. I'm not stayin."

Martinez reels back, and the boy immediately veers his attention off him. Like a switch, his demeanor drops. Despite half his face being covered, his mouth twists into a cringing, apologetic smile. Slanted and off-beat, embarrassed. It'd be disarming if this wasn't Gotham, and if he didn't just hiss at Martinez like he was about to bite his head off.

"Sorry." He whispers, voice deceptively polite and softer now. Gordon has to strain his ears to hear him. "I was looking for him."

He points his finger towards-- Gordon? No, Gordon follows the direction, and finds himself looking at -- the Bat.

The Bat, who always looks stiff as a pole, now looks even stiffer. Somehow. Well, the explains the grappling hook attached to the boy's waist.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat says, gruff and unable to completely smother the stumble of surprise in his tone.

The boy still holds a sheepish smile, and slips off the window ledge. His feet hit the creaky boards with a near-silent thud, the Batman finds his feet and rapidly begins crossing the room.

Gordon notes the slight tremble in the boy's legs as he straightens. He adjusts his scarf, which droops close to his knees now that he's standing, and slings a backpack -- how long has had that? -- off his shoulders. When the Bat reaches his side, he does as he always does, and looms over the boy like a spectre. A threatening mass of shadows cloaked in all-consuming black. Standing next to him, the boy looks teeny in comparison.

The Bat is a man who terrifies even the most hardened criminals, Gordon has seen grown men shiver in fear at the mention of his name. And yet when the boy looks up at him, he doesn't even flinch.

Instead, his sheepish smile melts away like ice under the sun, holding only traces of his previous embarrassment. It remains as a shadow on his face, a small upturn at the corners of his mouth. The boy pushes his hood back just enough to reveal glinting, ice-flint eyes surrounded in tar-black face paint. He holds the backpack up with one arm. "You forgot this."

[rad10active-ketchup]

thinking about how anya cant really have a truly good ending because of how the lore is.

[just-another-star-47]

Because I never hated you

Gryffindor House Party - Or the reason why Sebastian starts calling MC 'kitten'

Some teasing, a little bit of flirting and a tad drinking - featuring the good old Slytherin and Gryffindor chemistry.

I actually planned it to be a lot more.. naughty. But I'm sorry, I'm not in the mood, so it's just a little teasing.

It was a tradition that the house whose prefects went home for the Christmas holidays had to organise a house party. And this year, Gryffindor was one of those houses.

Firewhiskey and butterbeer were smuggled into the common room in small quantities from Hogsmeade over several weeks, an agreement with a group of house elves ensured snacks and food and several bottles of good red wine ensured that the lady in the portrait turned a blind eye when more than just Gryffindor students mumbled the correct password.

While the younger students were banished to their rooms, the older ones sat together comfortably.

At least until the Slytherin students arrived. The atmosphere in the room changed, the rivalry clearly noticeable even during the party. Again and again, biting jibes were thrown out, jibes that continued to escalate over the course of the evening.

"If you're as hard-drinking as you are pass-catching, you'd better switch to water, MC," Imelda sneered before pouring herself another drink and leaning closer to Sebastian, who had taken a seat on a couch with other sixth years.

"If your intemperance with stupid sayings reflects your intemperance with alcohol, I'd better take this off your hands," MC grabbed her glass and drained it in one go before pushing it back into her hand with an expressionless face.

"Oh, suddenly someone's showing their claws," Imelda hisses, setting the glass down on the table in front of her with her lips pressed together.

"Don't think you're that important, MC, you may think you're a dangerous lion, but you're nothing more than a harmless kitten."

"Says the grass snake who dreams of being a cobra."

Sebastian watched the exchange of blows with amusement, leaning one arm on the back of the couch and slowly bringing his drink to his lips.

MC's eyes darted in his direction: "I don't know what there is to grin about."

Surprised, Sebastian raised his eyebrows and lifted his free hand dramatically upwards, while his grin widened rather than disappearing.

"I apologise profusely."

"And rightly so," she returned caustically, and turned away from him without waiting for his reply.

Shortly afterwards, she made her way to the table of snacks, her eyes darting over the offerings before she decided on a sausage roll. With crumbly fingers, she munched curiously on the dish prepared by the house elves and tried to recognise which ingredients they had added.

"Jealous?"

She only had to turn her head slightly to look into Sebastian's mischievously twinkling eyes. With a grin, he brushed a few crumbs from her lower lip with his thumb, his chest lightly touching her back.

"Maybe in your dreams..." she snorted, narrowing her eyes and pushing his hand away from her face. He heaved a sigh of mock frustration and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"I take it, that my little brat is back again?"

"She was never gone."

He laughed and bit into her neck tenderly as his arms wrapped around her waist:

"I remember a very different moment."

His grip on her tightened: "A moment when my good girl called me Sir."

Her cheeks began to glow, and she felt one of the crumbs get stuck in her throat, causing her to cough momentarily.

"That was an accident."

"Of course..." she could feel the vibration of his suppressed laughter tingling through her body and rolled her eyes.

"You're such an incredibly annoying idiot."

Now she could hear his laughter echoing in her ears, and it sent a warm shiver through her body that spreads to her fingertips.

She grabbed his arms crossed in front of her stomach and held them gently, causing Sebastian to blow a kiss on her cheek.

"See... such a good girl."

He held her tightly, laughing, as she grumbled and tried to free herself from his embrace, his cheek pressed against hers.

"Or what did Imelda call you? Kitten?"

"Oh, don't you dare!"

"So maybe a little jealous after all, huh?"

Before she could protest further, Sebastian turned her round and pressed her against the table, his hands on either side of her body, his nose touching hers. The movement and the clinking of plates caused some of the students present to look in their direction and raise their eyebrows in surprise.

"Eyes stay with me."

Sebastian whispered, pressing his body even closer against hers.

"Attention stays with me."

His lips gently touched hers as he closed his eyes.

"That's my girl."

His kiss became more demanding, and she tasted the whiskey on his tongue as a familiar fire began to burn in the pit of her stomach and spread rapidly throughout her body.

"I think you're really going to be my little kitten."

He mumbled against her lips and cupped her face with his hands.

"You're drunk," she mumbled back, nibbling on his bottom lip, "so I'll let that comment of yours slip."

"Oh, believe me, I'm fully aware of what I'm saying."

He grinned and pulled her closer to him, his hands slowly gliding over her body as he hid his face in her neck.

"You're definitely drunk."

She couldn't help but grin as she hugged him and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Maybe a little, piseag..."

[autisticrosewilson]

Trans fem Jaybin asking Bruce if she can visit Willis in prison because she wants to know what he would have named her if she was born a girl and that's how she finds out that Willis was murdered and despite knowing from day one Bruce just... didn't tell her.

[sforzesco]

‘Is there a point to any of this or do you just want to see how much more I can take?’ snaps Crassus. ‘Oh, I knew there was still some bite left in you,’ says Cethegus, thrilled. Cethegus teaches Crassus the art of politics and the ways of business. Sulla is not a fan.

Sulla: the Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney

Crassus, Catilina, and the Vestal Virgins, Ronald Syme

Sulla: the Last Republican, Arthur Keaveney