#ho tower of god

[otori0]

Ho, Bam and consequences | ToG rant

SPOILERS AHEAD !!!

Disclaimer - I'm reading the manhwa at the same pace I watch the anime so I won't miss anything, and I'm enjoying both equally, I think there's value in both of them. Both will be referenced on this post. Also I haven't finished S1 yet so of course I'm open to changing my mind later on. I might also write a full analysis later on (probably on Ho because as you can see I'm very invested in his writing...such a shame he had little screentime). Additionally, this was written on discord so it's not as fleshed out and coherent as my usual posts.

I loved episode 9 of the anime to death. I loved it, but it feels to me like Ho's death had more weight narratively than for the characters. Especially, I expected his exchange with Bam and Rachel to affect them a lot more than it did, at least so far. Ho's death is important to the narrative because it showcases the gap between the powerful and the powerless, the chosen and the failures, in a more extreme way than the previous dropouts had. Ho's immediate response to his (very naive) plan failing is to kill himself, which hints that he might have thought about it beforehand- Ho saw his plan as his last chance to regain some self-esteem, pride and to show himself that he isn't wrong (and of course, to pass the test). This episode also strengthens Endorsis' despair to survive and aim higher, Khun's arrogance, and in general gives us a more empathetic view of how it feels to climb the tower for a Regular. I think Ho should have lived a bit longer and actually faced his plan failing (might actually write a fic about this), but it's something that would have happened sooner or later to someone, and a pivotal moment that involve two of the most important characters Bam and Rachel and also forces them to interact. At least, that's how it feels, that it should have been pivotal.

It undeniably is, but I can't help but feel that it should have affected specifically Bam more, especially the things Ho says to him. Him saying that the friend list is just lip-service and never meant anything to him should make Bam question the rest of his friends. It's one of the first times, if not the first, that Bam is directly confronted with someone lying to him like that, spitting on his good intentions, and showing him the darker side of people and the tower. Ho directly blaming him (''It's your fault for showing off your power'') should make Bam doubt himself and his power. Ho telling Bam that he's a monster, that he's going to become the same as the one who attacked his family? village? (i don't think we know the details), and that Bam is sure to grow up that way should make Bam reflect on himself, or feel shocked. But here is the thing- through his death and afterwards, Bam doesn't seem all that affected by Ho himself. Instead, the small bits we get of how it reflects on him are much more self-centered.

In the manhwa (and I'll never forgive them for skipping this line), when Ho kills himself Bam says ''Why must everyone always try to run away?!''. This line, this one says a lot. Bam seeing suicide (something he surely has or should have little knowledge of, all he knows is that Ho is dead by his own volition) as running away, something he has never considered of doing but he knows that other people do... He might see Rachel's avoidance as running away too. He might like Khun and Rak because they're two pretty straightforward and ambitious people. ((Or at least, that's how they look from his perspective- We however know that Khun is all but straightforward in his ways and he actually struggles with changing)) Endorsi is the same way. It gives us insight on how Bam sees other people, although so far he always tries to see the good in them. But it also just seems rooted in pure frustration, and I don't believe Bam is blaming Ho here. Once Ho's dead and they do his funeral, it seems like Bam immediately forgets and focuses on the most important thing: Rachel. In a sense, Rachel being injured is the perfect excuse for Bam to again shift all his attention to her. But the thing is- this isn't an inconsistency. I don't know how much SIU has planned this beforehand, but this makes perfect sense, which makes it frustrating. Bam really has mainly only thought about Rachel. Sure, he likes his friends, he cares about them, but he's lacking a basic empathy that people seem to miss, and once Bam actually loses Rachel, he's going to find that he's an empty person because he couldn't see the bigger picture. He's only seeing her and his own goal. His altruism is selfish from the very first episode, and that actually makes it interesting, but it's also sad because it kind of confirms Ho's fears. Ho is forgotten and meaningless and a failure. Up to now, the other dropouts also received this treatment from the cast, so it's not surprising, but it's still upsetting (not to mention, the only person who actually seemed affected by it left...which i completely understand).

We don't see much of Rachel's point of view, so I'm unsure on how she approached this whole matter mentally speaking, but we can tell that she either: 1. Didn't care if Ho actually killed her (most likely option), or 2. Was confident enough to think that she wouldn't die in that situation (can also be likely because there's many reasons why Ho's plan could have failed anyways without Bam being there). She might also be used to experiencing that sort of thing/her negative outlook might influence this.

((Adding to Bam's lack of empathy, there's the fact that he didn't hesitate to fight a Ranker after Ho threatened that he'd kill Rachel if Bam didn't. I won't go as far as saying that Bam would have tried to kill Quant, but I don't think he would have minded it if that meant Rachel survived. I wonder how much does Bam know and internalize about life and death.))

Some other small details that stood out to me that I might include if I write a Ho analysis: It's interesting that Ho brings up God a few times. I wonder how does God work in a universe like ToG's. Him assuming that God must have taken something from Bam in exchange of his powers is also interesting (''What did God take from him in exchange for that talent? I lost everything and all I got was enough power to do some parlor tricks.'') and it makes me wonder if he'll be proven right on this too...

It's upsetting because, in real life, you could argue with someone with this mindset that people's talents aren't given by god, that instead they're a lot of times the result of a lot of hard work. But in the ToG universe specifically, it does work that way, people are chosen and more than once one's hard work doesn't mean anything. So it's really interesting that we could see a character with this mindset.

All in all I really enjoyed that episode, I'm really curious to see if and how will this situation affect them in the future (the lack of effect is also an effect on itself, which was the main point of my rant), and to see how the cast develops. I'm very intrigued so far by the writing, it's very interesting, and I feel like every scene or line tells a lot about each character giving them a lot of personality.

Forever sad that Ho doesn't have more lore or scenes, but I can change that......

[druskels]

Happy... Halloween....?

+ bonus

[deiaiko]

#6.1 Hoh

Grace braced himself and walked up to the front desk right after Bam left the room. "Mr. Hoh, do you have a moment?"

The man in question turned around, clearly trying to mask his surprise at his unexpected encounter. "Yes?"

Grace took a seat next to him. "Next test is tomorrow. I'm just wondering how you are doing."

The man flinched, "Does it matter to you?"

Grace stayed silent and calm as he observed the fiery gaze that Hoh tried to burn him with. He recognized the emotions behind those eyes; jealousy, concealed rage, and a hint of loneliness. Hoh looked away first and Grace took the opportunity to speak.

"I know we didn't talk much to each other, and I know that you don't like me, or Laure, or Bam–" Hoh flinched again at the accusation and Grace had to stop himself. "So it is. May I know what's upsetting you?"

"It's nothing," Hoh dismissed the topic.

Grace hummed, thinking of a different approach. "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Hoh laughed, "What can you even do to help me?"

"Someone said I'm a good listener–" Hoh rolled his eyes, not that then. He couldn't offer to teach him to control shinsu with the limited time he had. So that left him with– "I can give you some of my points…" That seemed to catch his attention, Grace smiled to himself. Agni was right after all; Hoh just needed to make sure he'll pass the test.

"What's the catch?" Hoh finally faced him, "For the points…"

"Nothing, really. I consider you as a friend, and friends help each other."

Hoh hummed thoughtfully. "Will that be alright with you?"

"Yes." Grace wouldn't be needing them to pass since he has a different test to take, but Hoh didn’t have to know that.

Hoh thanked him after he transferred the agreed amount, and Grace hoped Hansung didn't pull another string that would make Hoh experience the same fate. He could only hope that they would meet again one day.

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[mikey180]

I’m pretty sure I’m the single bastion of Hoh simping in this world, I am BEGGING you for anything of my boy

I understand if you don’t care about him, feel free to send me in my way lmao but if you have any ideas for him like relationship headcanons, kisses, date ideas, cuddles, I will do your bidding if you give me a crumb of content

Oh, you mean our beautiful baby girl? That's fine, darling, I like him too, there's just not enough content for me to get that attached to him at the moment*dramatic sigh*...I don't mind shouldering the weight of carrying his fan service. Choose headcanons for this, do tell me if you have ideas for a one shot.

Hoh-

This man is so shy at first, fidgeting with his nails, biting the dry skin on the sides of his fingers, rubbing his hands on his clothes, anything when he wants your attention or affection but is too scared to ask for it.

Will love hugs, anytime, anywhere. May say a complaint or two, but if you actually pull away he's ready to cry. Keep your arms loose unless he tightens his grip first, I feel he gets claustrophobic easily.

On the topic of kisses, he doesn't know anything. Probably hurts your lips kissing too hard and not in the good way, I mean trying to press a quick kiss to your lips only to be going way too fast and literally slamming his lips into yours. You're not kissing anymore, you're just bumping teeth.

He feels bad about it, especially if he made you bleed, will try again if you ask, might ask you to do it first so he knows how it's done.

I also feel he wouldn't find anything about you to be gross. Ticks you're too squeamish to take off yourself(same)? He's got you. Acne? His nails will pop or extract anything. Lice? He'd pick it out with his hands if the comb hurts. He may not like it, but he'll at least be neutral about it.

Will be protective...in a baby girl way. Just like "Yes, dear, please do yell at that guy that I'm taken because he put his arm around me and yes, I will make you your hot chocolate once we get back to our room."

Likes to be carried, is embarrassed about it, will admit it. He's not tsundere in my opinion, just very shy.

If you pamper him in any way, brush his hair, do his nails, take off his shoes for him, he loves you even more.

He probably has panic attacks often, I see him to have severe anxiety. He doesn't want to talk or have you ask him questions or hear anything, he wants all the stimulation to be taken away. Will probably sit in a corner with a wall to one side and his back and a nightstand to the other just to feel secure. Covers his ears and closes his eyes as he curls up there.(not me self-projecting, not panic attacks, but dang... overstimulation sucks.)

While speaking about hair, he loves his hair. It's naturally that good, but he takes care of it too. Will take care of yours if you let him or if you already do, me may just steal your hair care products or methods. Do wash his hair, he relaxes so well when you do, is practically putty in your hands even if you're just playing with it, will also fall asleep in your hands.

Man probably snores, not loud annoying ones, but the soft ones that are barely heard, ones that make you become accustomed to hearing.

Loves to hear you say his name, yeah baby names are nice, pet names and all, but...Hoh...just in nice quiet moments or maybe if hes emotional.

He likes to just be. With you. But just exist. Let him wordlessly stand up close to you and put his head on your shoulder. He doesn't want a hug or a kiss he just wants to be there, maybe have you tell him about your day.

Small story time as per usual-

You lay there, slightly sat up against the pillows, Hoh laying on top of you as you brush your fingers through his freshly washed hair. "Be careful," he reminds you "wet hair is most fragile". You nod a little, giving a small hum in acknowledgement. He's told you that a hundred times over, but you probably snagged a knot or something without noticing it. His hair smells faintly of rosemary, probably the oil he uses, and you can feel it slightly sticking to your fingertips. He'll probably apologize later when you inevitably wash your hands because of it, but for now you can see his eyelids falling. He's had a long day so you can deal with the oil on your skin till he wakes up. A small kiss to his head and a mutter of sweet dreams and goodnight wishes, you turn the lamp on your bedside table out.

[icewindandboringhorror]

I still very loathe the Media Trope of ‘’cold genius man doesn’t feel emotions and never has relationships... UNTIL.. one random relatively bland Preddy Woman comes along and warps his entire personality and ability to think, his heart has grown and his seeming asexuality has evaporated, he is now Normal :)” or whatever like... AS a walking generic hermit archetype myself.. we would NOT act like that .... just let people be detached weirdos in peace, you cowards .. OR, don’t bother to write one in the first place if you find us too boring to exist realistically in our natural state lol.. pathetic 

[harvestmoth]

pocket monster ideas

[mikey180]

It really went "whomp whomp"

BRUH WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT CUT I JUST REALIZED IT

[phyrestartr]

Prisoner of the Coast | Sukuna x M!Reader (WIP)

#SFW wip, reader is a water dragon, sukuna is a ronin, lore, mythology, there's plot, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, probably sad ending?, AU note: I JUST WANTED TO POST SOMETHING IDK

tags: @kamote-kuneho @prettorett @memedealer-exe @tr4nniez @better-imagination-9 @flowersatwork @memedealer-exe @silvern1006

Fear was not what he felt. Ryoumen Sukuna did not fear you who he faced; he was not a weak man. He was not a faint-hearted warrior. He was not a coward. But gleaming, ghastly eyes reminded him of mortality. Of the very human blood embedded in his veins. 

And the longer those round, moonlit eyes stared, the longer they sliced through the endless, empty blankness of the forgotten seaside palace, the louder that sound of drumming shook Sukuna's skull, against his ribs. But he was not afraid; he did not fear the gods. He would not fear one of their ilk in the flesh. 

The sound of water shifting echoed in the infinite void, dancing off distant walls as shards of light managed to catch on gentle, lapping wakes. Yet your head never moved an inch. Sukuna had seen other snakes do the same in his travels, keeping their heads still while their bodies squeezed and slithered–but their eyes were bound to fall closed. Yours stayed awake. Staring like the head of a Lion Dance puppet. Abnormal. Unaware of such abnormality. 

Sukuna gripped one of his swords tightly, ready to quick-draw if you'd chosen to strike. Gods were like that–hateful, horrible, honourless–and he expected nothing less from a beast like you; however, you'd been meandering towards him his entire stay, he realized too late. Slow. Quiet. Patient. The way one might approach a scared animal. 

I'm not getting paid enough for this shit. Sukuna found a smile, though. Maybe I’m getting paid too fuckin’ much. Who the hell does this thing need protecting from, huh? 

The question gnawed on his mind as your grandeur size became near-tangible–then, your eyes closed. Right when Sukuna started to make out the glint of scales against the moonlight of your eyes, the shimmering glow vanished, leaving only dappling sunlight streaming in from time-worn holes in the towering ceiling. 

“What do you want?” A man’s voice, your voice, asked from the shadows. The source was lower than before, ringing from a height so oddly human it gave Sukuna whiplash. 

“Ho? A shapeshifter?” Sukuna wondered, grinning. “You think you can take me on like that?”

“I don’t intend to ‘take you on’ at all, samurai.” You sighed and paced. Sukuna followed the sound of bare feet stepping on stones, coupled with the stiff drag of something scratching against the floor. Perhaps a tail? Perhaps fins? He didn’t know. The sunlight protecting him proved too stark against the shadows you dwelled within. 

“Someone has sent you here,” you decided. Sukuna felt your stare on him, though he could not see the twin lights. “My parents.” 

The grip on his blade lessened. “More or less. Said there was a godling that needed babysitting.” 

“Babysitting–?! The fucking audacity. Well, I promise you, this isn’t babysitting.” You snapped, bitter. 

Sukuna smirked. Never did he imagine a god-like thing would be so rough around the edges. “Then what would you call it?”

“Imprisonment.” You stepped toward the light when you said it, coming from an angle Sukuna didn’t expect, making him whirl in place and face the shadowed silhouette standing too close yet too far away. “And you’re my own, personal jailer.” Then, after a moment, you added, “Well. I guess it is glorified babysitting afterall. Expensive babysitting, at that. Congratulations on the easy money.” 

“That mean you’re gonna make this simple for me?” Sukuna asked. He tucked his arms into his sleeves as he waited for you to say something, but you only stepped back into the empty blackness filling your glorious cage. 

“Might as well,” your voice echoed, wilting, “I don’t care to leave this place anyway.” 

“‘N why the hell not?” He asked. 

But there was no answer; there was only the quiet splash of water, and twin ghost lights disappearing into the depths.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Lyric Subgenres

This is a summary of the kinds of poems that lyric poets return to most frequently. It is convenient to be able to name a poem by its kind, because you can then compare it to others of the same kind. Examples:

Address to the reader - "Pray thee, take care, that tak'st my book."

Ballad - "There lived a wife at Usher’s well, / And a wealthy wife was she; / She had three stout and stalwart sons, / And sent them o’er the sea."

Child's poem - "The Little Black Boy" (Blake)

Dawn poem (aubade) - "Get up! get up for shame! the blooming morn / Upon her wings presents the god unshorn."

Deathbed poem - "I heard a Fly buzz — when I died —"

Debate-poem - "Body / O who shall me deliver whole / From bonds of this tyrannic soul? . . . / Soul / What magic could me thus confine / Within another's grief to pine?"

Echo-poem - "Then tell me, what is that supreme delight? Light. / Light to the mind, what shall the will enjoy? Joy."

Ekphrasis (poem on an art object) - "Ode on a Grecuian Urn" (Keats)

Elegy - "Felix Randal the farrier, O is he dead then, my duty all ended?"

Emblem-poem (allegorical object) - "The Sick Rose" (Blake)

Epigram (short, pointed poem) - "I am his Highness' dog at Kew: / And pray, good sir, whose dog are you?"

Epitaph - Underneath this stone doth lie / All of beauty that could die.

Epithalamion (wedding song) - "And evermore they Hymen Hymen sing, / That al the woods them answer and theyr eccho ring."

Hymn - "Jerusalem, Jerusalem / Lift up your gates and sing, / Hosanna in the highest . . ."

Inscription - "I the poet William Yeats . . . / Restored this tower for my wife George: / And may these characters remain / When all is ruin once again."

Letter - "This is my letter to the world / That never wrote to me."

Lover's complaint - "And wilt thou leave me thus?"

Lullaby - "Lullay, lullay, thou tiny child."

Muse-poem - "The Solitary Reaper" (Wordworth)

Nocturne - "'Tis the year's midnight, and it is the day's."

Pastoral (rustic poem) - "The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing / For thy delight each May morning."

Political poem - "Easter, 1916" (Yeats)

Quest-poem - "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? / Thou art more lovely and more temperate."

Religious poem - "I saw eternity the other night."

Romance - "The Eve of St. Agnes" (Keats)

Seasonal poem - "Sumer is icumen in, / Lhude sing cuccu!"

Self-reflexive poem - "I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds, and bowers."

Shaped poem - "Easter Wings" (Herbert)

Song - "It was a lover and his lass, / With a hey and a ho and a hey nonny no . . ."

Twin poems - "The Lamb" and "The Tyger" (Blake)

Valediction - "Adieu, farewell earth's bliss."

Variations on a theme - "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Black-bird" (Stevens)

There are many other such that one could name: the bird poem, the eclogue (a dialogue of shepherds), the georgic (a poem on farming), the testament (a poem making a will), the conversation poem (a poem of a middle, or familiar, style recounting a conversation among friends), and so on. The essential thing is to realize that almost any poem is a repeat of a preceding genre, perhaps an answer to it, perhaps a revision of it. Thinking “What kind of a lyric is this?” makes you more aware of its place in a genre tradition, and of its response to that tradition.

Source ⚜ More: Writing Notes & References ⚜ Writing Resources PDFs

[archgabrielangel]

uhhh rating the first and last lines of riordanverse series (yes all of these get above 5s 💀)

-The Lighting Thief

"Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood."

iconic. what's a halfblood? there's suspense. why percy??? tell me?? 10/10

-The Last Olympian

"For once, I didnt look back."

such a great ending, he's moving on and thinks he's gonna have peace for once. so naive. 9/10

-The Red Pyramid

"Look, we don’t have time for long introductions. I need to tell this story quickly, or we’re all going to die."

huh??? whatsgoingon???? even more suspense 10/10

-The Serpents Shadow

"Brooklyn House is open for buisness."

mediocre considering the other 2 books ended with the sentence just mixed around but I still like it;) 8/10

-The Lost Hero

"Even before he got electrocuted, Jason was having a rotten day."

not giving us much to work with. like ok?? also who even are u?? 6/10

-The Blood of Olympus

"The bronze dragon spread his wings and they soared into the unknown."

AJHSJSJS. need i say more? 10/10

-The Sword of Summer

"Yeah, I know."

hes so relatable. 100/10

-The Ship of the Dead

"But in the meantime, as Loki once said, we can choose to alter the details. That's how we take control of our destiny."

ho o o oly shit. 9/10

-The Hidden Oracle

"My name is Apollo. I used to be a god."

wow way to give it all away. but great segue since we all (kinda) knew what happened to him in BoO. 8/10

-The Tower of Nero

"Call on me. I will be there for you."

ohmygohsohmygoshohmygosh. this sentence is like a warm blanket being wrapped around your shoulders. it's like a cup of hot chocolate on a cold day. I may have cried??? you'll never know. 1000/10 I totally did cry

(btw this is edited since I didn't spell thief right the first time😭)

[rileyglas]

The List ~Pt. 4 - Corruption~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: An intense evening with Alastor starts to corrupt your judgment. Your list and morals are put into question as you start to uncover his intentions with you and the full scope of your abilities.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), Smut (oral and fingers), brief mentions of blood and bodily harm, cursing, fluff, actual plot, slow burn, and of course 18+ MDNI

3.3k Words (Ya'll wanted longer chapters so here ya go)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 (You're on it!) Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

Had someone told you two months ago that you’d be sitting in an Overlord’s bed with his head in your hands, you’d have called them insane. Tonight though, it was your reality. Just try to keep a clear head. You pull away from the grip Alastor has on your wrists but keep your body close to his. “I don’t understand. Why do you feel like you need to protect me? I’m just some sinner here for a chance at –"

Apparently, that was the wrong answer.

The Radio Demon’s antlers grow and his eyes flash to dials. Before you can register what’s happening he has you pinned into the bed by your shoulders, placing all his weight down as he climbs on top of your body. I’m so fucked. “Why do you insist on lying to me my dear? Do you consider me a fool? I could sense your power the second I walked into that meeting, and I felt your presence as soon as you crossed the hotel doors. Oh-ho no, you’re no ordinary,” he leans closer, “ - filthy sinner.”

His tone was taunting, nearly playful, contrasting with his agitated demon form. Two minutes ago he was pressing kisses into your skin saying he would never hurt you and now he’s trying to intimidate you? He might know more than you had initially thought, but this ‘almighty/all knowing’ attitude is starting to test your patience. You’ve tried being the sweet, helpless sinner long enough. I’ve always enjoyed playing with fire, Radio Demon – two can play your game.

A giggle bubbles out of your chest. “Oh, you sense my power? Then it is quite laughable you’d think I’d ask for someone to protect me. Especially…someone like you.” The lights in the room flicker violently causing all the bulbs to burst. Alastor disappears into his shadow as the room dims. Finally free from his weight you jump up from the bed, pausing to allow your eyes to adjust. The room was dark, but the faint light from the bayou granted some visibility. “I know you’re still here Alastor. Don’t waste your energy trying to scare me. I’ve faced far mor---” a force slams into your shoulder, pushing you to the other side of the room.

With a solid thud your body hits the wall but your head is braced by a hand. You can feel Alastor’s warm breath once again on your face. He towers over you, holding the back of your head while caging you in with his other arm. His lips find your ear, “Continue to question my competence or my power and I will have to remind you who…I…am.” You shudder from the rush of adrenaline surging through your body. He pulls back to study your face, awaiting your next move. Rule #4̷͈̔.̸̹̋ ̵̣̆N̴̤͘e̸̼̎v̸̥̂e̴̫̿r̴̤̆ ̶̲̑ĺ̶̖ē̷̖t̵̞̅ ̴̮̿y̴̘͊õ̵̬u̴̻̓r̶̥͌ ̷͙̿w̴̨̒e̸̺̎a̶̻̿k̸̮͋n̶̢͝e̵͇͛ṣ̶̏s̶͕͘è̸ͅs̸̬̔ ̶͎̈s̵̺̿ȟ̵͚ő̴͖w̵͔͝

I might regret this later but fuck it. “Remind me then.” You breathily tease. The demon’s pupils grow, and his smile widens, “As you wish, ma chère.”

Alastor’s lips crash into yours with a hungry passion - his tongue immediately begging to taste your mouth. The hand behind your head was now entwined in hair, gripping the base of your skull. The other hand forcefully pushed on your lower back to make your body flush with his. You throw your arms around his neck to deepen your kiss and feel - Oh my God…he’s completely hard. Did my defiance give him that much of a thrill? This was not how I thought tonight would play out. A warmth starts between your legs from his kiss alone. The initial plan to push the demon to his breaking point is being rapidly replaced with the desire to break him in other ways.

Your head is abruptly ripped back, making you cry out in pain and frustration. His fingers hold your hair tight as he moves your head to look up at him. “I tried to be gentle with you darling, but it seems like you prefer to make things more…. interesting.” Alastor uses his grip on your hair to drag you across the room, tossing you onto the bed.

The force of his hand reignites your initial rage, “What the fuck is your ---" his lips press back into yours. Pulling himself on top of you he pushes a knee between your legs, putting pressure on your clothed heat and making you push into him. A smug laugh rumbles in his chest. You grasp his vest to pull him closer, but he breaks away yet again to grab your hands - pinning them to either side of your head.

“Quite a position you’ve gotten yourself in dear. What was that about not needing my protection?” he leans over and drags his long tongue up your jawline forcing a whimper out of your throat. “Ah it seems your body betrays you. It’s crying out for me, isn’t it?” Letting go of your hands he snaps his fingers, queuing for his shadow to slide your pants down. The sudden rush of cold sends chills over your bare skin. Show SOME restraint. Don’t just lay here and let him think he’s in charge.

“I might be slightly unraveled but from what I see, you aren’t as in control as you think.” Your hand palms the prominent bulge behind his zipper. He freezes, having not expected you to touch him so aggressively. Using one hand to undo his belt and pants button, you use the other to continue to tease him through his clothes. “Seems like you’re the one who needs me.” you say slipping your hand under his boxers, starting to rub up and down his length. Alastor’s eyes roll back, and a deep growl settles in his chest. Got him.

To your surprise, Alastor is (for once) at a complete loss for words. He hangs his head as he grinds against your hand. You drink in the beautiful moans dripping from his lips with every stroke your hand delivers. The breathy sounds of his pleasure make you squirm under him.

You swear you hear a husky “no” when you pull away. Looking up, his eyes darken and his voice rumbles like gravel, “Mmmm, that’s it.”

Oh shit…

Alastor gets up and grabs your hips, ripping them to the edge of the bed. You hiss when his nails dig into your skin, creating red droplets around each of his fingers. He lowers himself to his knees and traces the cuts with his mouth – eagerly drinking up what little blood had spilled. Uhg – Cannibals.

There’s no time to process the stinging on your skin before you feel his teeth at your thighs, making a trail of bite marks and kisses up to your heat. He pauses to look at your now soaked slit, flashing you a wicked smile as hooks one of your legs on his shoulder and kisses just around where you needed him to be. You buck slightly, giving him all the permission he needs to begin devouring you, flicking his tongue and suckling like it was his last meal.

Your hand slides into his hair, being mindful not to grab his ears or antlers. You tighten your grip, pulling a groan from Alastor before you start to grind into the warmth of his mouth. Feeling your body plead for more, he hastily thrusts in two of his fingers, massaging in and out while your walls spasm around him. You feel him hum in amusement as his tongue continues to lap at your heat, your breathless whines fueling his hunger.

Tears begin to sting your eyes. The tension was too much, “Wait –  no - not yet!“ you try to push away but he hooks onto your thigh, forcing you down onto his mouth. Looking down you meet his eyes, his stare silently begging you to surrender to him. You give in as your head and eyes roll back in sheer bliss. “F-fuck - Alastor!“ you call out to him as an unfamiliar blaze ripples through your body. You reach a point of no return – no logical thoughts, no background noise. Your only focus is to ride out your own resolve.

Alastor gently works you through the high. As your spasms ease up, he pulls away completely. You watch him remove his fingers and put them to his lips - licking each one clean. You can’t help but be in awe of the erotic view – hair disheveled, shirt mostly unbuttoned, and the glow of the bayou casting over his face as he savors the mess you’ve become, the mess he’s made of you. “Is this all it takes to make you beg for me, ma chère?”

A cheeky smile spreads across your face while you set yourself up on your elbows “Beg? I don’t beg for any man.”

“Oh darling…” he crawls over you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “You’ll soon find out I’m far greater than any man. Let’s pick up this little conversation tomorrow, shall we?” Before you can respond, he snaps his fingers, making the world around you quickly fade out and back in. Just like that you were back in your room and on your own bed.

What in the actual fuck just happened? You stand up from your bed, still completely bare from the waist down. Could have at least sent me back with my pants, asshole. 

As if hearing your thoughts you see a shadow slip under your door delivering your neatly folded slacks then bolting right back out. How the - you know what, no. I’m too tired for this shit. 

Any other night you would have stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing for the next day, but not tonight. Your eyes close before your head hits the pillow.

Between helping Angel then Alastor throwing you around, you wake up feeling like you got hit by a train as expected. You drag yourself out of bed and head into the bathroom, hoping a hot shower will help wash away some of the tension. Removing your shirt you begin to examine your naked body in the mirror. Your shoulder was turning an ugly shade of green and smaller bluish-purple bruises riddled your arms, hips, and thighs, reminding you of every place his fingers touched. Guess he was rougher than I thought. You shake your head and laugh – realizing the twisted satisfaction you feel seeing the aftermath of the night’s events.

Your body welcomes the sting of the hot water as you step inside the shower.  Closing your eyes, you begin to relax while your mind wanders.  

Alastor was quite an enigma. He said he could ‘sense’ your power which surprisingly didn’t worry you as much as you thought. Oddly enough it felt like a small weight off your chest having someone in the hotel finally know some truth, though you would have preferred it to be someone, anyone, other than Alastor. What truly troubled you was the lengths he seemed prepared to go to earn your trust. He was a powerful demon Overlord; he had an arsenal of ways to get what he wanted – fear, torture, bribery, death etc. Hell, with his reputation you were half expecting him to offer up a deal – but he didn’t. Why bother kissing me? Why be so vulnerable? Was he just trying to get a rise out of me? Trick me? Of course he was. Did he really think I would magically trust him just because he made me -

Three loud knocks at the door jolt you out of your thoughts. “What’s up!?”

“Just checking in! You missed breakfast and the usual afternoon activities. Everything okay?” Charlie’s sweet voice called back to you. Damn I slept through the day?

“Oh sorry to worry you, just not feeling – I have a bad headache. Could you please send Nifty up with some tea? Thank you!” You really didn’t feel like leaving your room today anyway. If Alastor wanted to pick up your little chat so badly, he knew where to find you.

Finding out the day was already halfway over; you finish up your shower and get dressed in comfortable clothes - sweatpants and a large off the shoulder tee. No use dressing up when you have zero intentions on leaving your room or seeing anyone, other than Nifty of course. Unfortunately, the hot shower only temporarily relaxed your sore body – the pain in your back and shoulders once again begin to throb. You decide to kick back in bed with a book while awaiting tea.

You don’t even look up from your book when someone knocks at your door, “Come on in Niff – just set it on the dresser, please and thank you.” The door opens and your ears ring. Of course. I should have guessed.

“Well good evening my dear. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to hide away from me. Did we not agree that we’d continue our conversation today?” Alastor hums as he walks into the room. He might not have been who you expected but at least brought the tea you asked for.

“Good thing you know better.” You jeer. Although you’re apprehensive of his illusively true intentions, you can’t help but smile at him looking so affable, pouring two cups of tea, and sitting himself on the side of your bed. “I’m just not feeling great, that is all. I’m tired and achy.” Reaching for the cup, your shirt moves to expose your bruised shoulder.

His eyes immediately lock onto your discolored skin. “And that wouldn’t be because of our little…altercation…would it?” his gaze wonders to see the marks speckled down your arms. His usually harsh stare softens as he sees what he did. Is that remorse?

“You didn’t hurt me if that’s what you’re asking. I usually feel like this after…” Stop stop STOP TALKING. Rule #2̷̦͒.̶̛͚ ̷̠͌N̶̰̄e̵̞͗v̸̹͝e̶̘̾r̶̜͋ ̵͉̌t̷̤̑e̶̹͒l̸̮̇ĺ̵͔ ̵͙̇á̴̠ ̷̦̅s̷̰̓ǫ̷̔u̵̺̅l̶̼͐ ̸̜̿w̶̪̆h̷͇̽a̶̡͠t̸̙́ ̷̖͠(̵̪̐o̶͖̾ȑ̴̨ ̶͓̊h̵̻͗o̸͎͠ẅ̵̢ ̶̝̕m̸̧̈́ṵ̵̔c̴̳̉h̵̡̀)̶̖̌ ̴̓͜p̵̡͐ö̴̡w̷͈̏ȅ̵̫ŕ̷͚ ̴̗͛y̷̳̔ó̴͙ư̷̞ ̶͔͘h̵̥̍a̴͍͘v̶̬̚é̵͈

He tilts his head, raising an eyebrow in curiosity, “After - what exactly? Wouldn’t have anything to do with why you fainted last night, would it?”

He obviously knows something.

You avoid his question, “You said last night you can sense me. What exactly does that mean?” Alastor sighs as he sets his cup down. He reaches for your hands like he did the night before, only this time he held them tightly in his, “Close your eyes.”

“Uhm - Excuse me?”

He huffs, “Have I not made it clear that I have no intention in hurting you?”

“I mean – “ you motion towards your bruises.

“Just close your damn eyes.”

You reluctantly close your eyes and listen to his instruction, “Concentrate on what you feel, and I mean really dig deep into the feeling your power gives you.” Okay fine I’ll play along, what’s the worst that can happen? You take a deep breath and focus on the flutters your stomach usually felt when you made a contract with a sinner. Of course you could feel the power each one gave you. The human soul was like pure energy, it was no wonder their collection was used to feed the Overlord hierarchy.

Feeling a pull, Alastor puts your palms flush to his chest. Your small flutters explode into full body vibrations - an intense static floods your veins and your hands begin to glow the soft pink you so often had to hide. The feeling makes you pull back in a panic. Damn him! How?  

He responds to your look of shock with a breathy chuckle as stands up from the bed. Running his fingers through his hair, he looked all too pleased with himself. The arrogant reaction snaps what little patience you had left with him. You heatedly stand up as pink flames burst from your body and eyes while two small black horns crack through your skull. “What the HELL are you trying to get at Alastor? Why toy with me if you know so much already!? What the fuck do you want from me?” your voice was fierce but low. I don’t need Charlie or anyone else to hear me.

A smile crosses Alastor’s face, wider than you’ve seen before. His face would probably split if it went any wider. “Oh my dear, your demon form is beautiful.” He says coolly, placing a hand on your arm and hooking the other under your chin. His touch quickly brings you back to normal form. “Please sit, I can explain everything.”

“I don’t trust you,” you say as you both sit back down on the edge of the bed. His brows furrow at your statement, “Just hear me out?” You nod for him to continue.

“I took a…. sabbatical…seven years ago. When I returned, I felt drawn somewhere. My body began to ache from the pull. I could never figure out where I needed to go - until I walked into that meeting and felt you.”

“I’m…not following.”

“You know how magnets work? A negative charge and positive charge attract, or rather, are drawn to each other. Once together they create a force that can be unbreakable. The power we both possess does exactly that.” He grabs your hands again, flashing you a look of…is that excitement?

You’re skeptical of his idea, it sounded insane. Stupid even. But it made sense. You also felt the pull and ringing whenever he was around. As for opposites attract, that couldn’t be truer to the two of you. He rose to power by causing pain and carnage, abusing the souls he collected for his own gain. Meanwhile you were doing the exact opposite - protecting, healing, doing good for damned lesser souls.

“Okay say I believe all this - Seems like you would only want to use me and keep me around to feed your own power-hungry needs. I will not be some pet, locked away and only played with when it is convenient for you!” Your words come out involuntarily tearful. A pain burns in your chest at the realization that you wanted him to want you. Rule #3̸̭͗.̴̠̇ ̴͔̉N̷̙̉e̷��͌v̶̪̾e̶̼̽r̶͍̈́ ̶̜̏b̷͈́ȓ̸͈ì̶̲n̶͚̍g̶̣̕ ̸̙̀a̷̼̚n̷̠̆y̶̺̕ö̶̫́n̷̯̈́e̶̤̅ ̷̯̽ť̷̪o̴̻̾o̵̱̚ ̷͙̃c̵͙̽l̴̞̋o̷̦̓s̵̪̎e̸̦̚

Seeing the worry flash across your face, Alastor grabs you with both hands and presses his lips into yours. Last night his kiss felt lustful and hungry. Not tonight. Right now, he kissed you like he would lose everything if he couldn’t have you.

He breaks the embrace, resting his forehead on yours, “I was never a good man. I will never be redeemed, nor do I want that for myself. I am selfish and possessive over the things I want. I will not lie to you, I want power. But I also want you. Not as a pet. Not as a tool. As an equal. Working together, not even the King of Hell can stand against us.” His words were calculated, voice smooth like whiskey – and you were drinking in every drop.  

The list. Stick to the list. This has death written all over it. You can’t help anyone if you’re (more) dead, come on use the LIST! Rule #1̷̨͠.̷̗̓ ̴̡͝N̴͙̒e̶͐ͅṽ̷̬ẽ̴̲r̶̖͗ ̵̟́t̸̥̕ṛ̵̃ȗ̴̢s̶̙̃t̵̠̕ ̸̛̜à̶̭ǹ̷̫ọ̶͂ṯ̵̃h̸̢̒e̶̜̋r̶̳̒ ̸̯̓O̴̳̓v̷̖͑e̴͎̅r̸̮̀l̴̼͐o̶͚̕ȑ̴͕d̸̝̎

You pull his hands away, holding them between your fingers as you draw nervous little circles in his palms. “Alastor this is…a lot to take in. Your words are striking, but I need more. Prove I can trust you. Prove you want me by your side. Then maybe, maybe, I will consider your offer. Until then, I think it’s best we don’t speak about this to anyone. Deal?”

Alastor’s smile was soft with half-lidded eyes. “Consider it, a deal.” He leans into you as green and pink light flashes around the room. Your first deal with the Radio Demon, sealed with a kiss. 

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello & how are you?

RoR x Pokemon, with Yandere Apollo x Human! Reader

Reader, a who's a Kimono dancer (like from the Johto in Pokemon) but also miko/guardian of the Bell Tower or Ho-oh's

She had close (familial-like) relationship to others, including her fellow dancers, pokemon & also Ho-oh

Has a timid but also sweet has quiet confidence. Or the opposite of Apollo

You can also add that Reader's a human fighter in Ragnarok or not

-Apollo knew that there were many beautiful Pokemon in the world, including several strong ones, Pokemon that could handle themselves in almost any situation.

-That all changed when he beheld a truly beautiful work of art, a massive bird Pokemon flying across the skies, a rainbow coming from the tail that seemed to shimmer with diamonds as well.

-Apollo had been outside by his pool, reading, when he had heard the call and looked up to see this beauty, and instantly he knew he had to meet this legendary creature.

-It wasn’t hard to track, he just had to follow the rainbow, and it led him over into the Shinto Pantheon, a place he visited occasionally mainly for the strange but beautiful architecture.

-In the distance he saw this Pokemon land atop a massive tower, calling out before it descended, like it was going to the ground and Apollo was quickly rushing there.

-As Apollo grew closer, he heard the sound of a bell, but it was like any bell he had ever heard. He quickly ascended the stairs to this odd tower and before him was an even more beautiful sight.

-This Pokemon was sitting on the ground, cooing softly at a young maiden- you, who was dancing gracefully, wearing a beautiful kimono, holding a bell in your hand.

-There was other similarly dressed women around the stage you were performing on, watching you with fondness in their gaze, their Eevee evolution partners beside them as a crowd of people were watching, completely silent- in awe.

-Apollo was also silent, watching your display with unwavering awe, you were so beautiful, so graceful and delicate- even the massive legendary behind you was entranced by your dancing.

-You turned sharply, facing the crowd, one hand holding your kimono sleeve up while the other was up, holding the bell, which you rang once more, before you bowed deeply.

-Loud applause surprised you, making you flinch back only slightly, something your fellow dancers saw, making them smile as they knew how shy you were.

-Ho-Oh called out happily, joining in before Apollo approached, and many in attendance knew who he was, calling out his name in surprise.

-Many of the other dancers turned, surprised to see a god there, at least a god from another pantheon, but they bowed to him, greeting him and welcoming him to the Bell Tower, resting place of the legendary Ho-Oh.

-Apollo was polite, giving dazzling smiles to those around him, “Ho-Oh- so that is the name of this glorious creature!” as he said he ascended the stage to get closer to Ho-Oh and you gave a small bow- showing him that you were shy.

He couldn’t help but smile, thinking you were even lovelier up close, “And may I know the name of this beautiful creature?” as he said this he bowed at the waist, taking one of your hands in his own, pecking the back of it.

-Your face flushed red as a tiny squeak escaped your lips, surprised by his forwardness which made his smile grow more before you managed to speak, “Y/N- my name is Y/N.” he smiled, pecking your hand again, delighted to meet you.

-Ho-Oh called out and you both turned to him as he stretched his wings out before taking to the sky, causing a gust of wind to surround the stage. You lifted your arm to shield your face only to freeze as Apollo embraced you, pulling you into his arms, protecting you.

-You weren’t hurt but you were stunned by his actions, as were your fellow dancers who had their hands over their mouth in shock, feeling slightly giddy on seeing something so romantic.

-Ho-Oh called out in the sky, taking off again, leaving a rainbow behind, something that made you smile softly.

-Apollo pulled back from you, giving you a bright smile, apologizing for being so forward but he was amused by your flushed face as you thanked him, not meeting his intense gaze.

-You were perfect- you were so stunningly beautiful, but also elegant and soft- so shy, so pure, and you were the one who called Ho-Oh- the vision of beauty that brought Apollo to your side, as if you were calling him yourself.

-Apollo wanted you to stay by his side- he would keep you safe and keep you happy, you would never want for anything if you would only be his!

-He wanted you to feel the same, he was going to make you fall in love with him! He would keep all other suitors away from you, as you were meant for only him, and when you realized how happy you were by his side, then he would whisk you away to covert you for all eternity.

-He was patient- for you- only for you.

[druskels]

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[snapemalfoy]

“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.’’ 𝙃𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙, 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠, 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝘼 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩.

18+, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ sᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ Sᴇᴠᴇʀᴜs. ⵊ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ɪᴛ. ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: ᴀʀɢᴜᴍᴇɴᴛs, ꜰ/ᴍ ᴏʀᴀʟ, ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ, ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ, ᴘᴏssᴇssɪᴠᴇ/ᴏᴡɴᴇʀsʜɪᴘ ᴋɪɴᴋ, ᴄʜᴏᴋɪɴɢ, ᴏʀɢᴀsᴍ ᴅᴇɴɪᴀʟ,ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.

•

The wand that sits tightly in your grip feels abnormally heavy, despite its very lightweight material. You stare down your arm as the tip of your wand points at his chest. You’ve been angry before but you’ve never felt a rage quite like this. This is different, the feeling is something that words fail to describe.

The anger within you burns brighter as he sits there and takes it. His eyes staring into yours like he’s sorry. Like he’s the one who’s hurting. Fucking 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚. How 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 he.

“Get the fuck out.”

Your voice steady, and cold. The last time you saw him, you were in tears as he promised he’d come back soon. But now, you have your wand to him, ready to send off whatever spell you see fit.

“You and I both know you’re not actually going to do anything. Hand that over.” His tone is gentle, and quiet. It’s the same tone he’d speak to you with everyday. The voice you once loved so much, now makes you enraged and disgusted.

𝘼𝙨𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙡𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠.

You take a step forward, digging your wand into his chest, causing a small indentation to form on his robes. You’d do it, you’d send a spell off, that’ll show him. Maybe then, he’ll hurt. Hurt like the way you hurt now, the way you’ve been hurting these past three years.

You constantly reminded yourself that you moved on. You met another man, dated him for a while but deep down you knew that no one would ever match up to Severus. The way he held you after a long day of teaching, the way he’d plant kisses on your face every morning to wake you up, the way he’d wrap his arms around you, trapping you in a bear hug, the way he made love to you.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪.

The anger you’re feeling is fueled at the way he showed up here, made himself comfortable, walked in as if he still owned you.

Your arm began to tremble and you grit your teeth in a pathetic attempt to hold back your tears, to keep the hysterics from coming up your throat. Your eyes followed his form as he pushed himself up, standing over you. You used to love that, the way his height would tower over you. He didn’t even push your wand away, or take it, and you know he has the strength to do it. He continued to allow you to hold your only weapon to him.

As you cock your head to look up at him, one of the many things you used to adorn about Severus, is one of the many things you now hate about him. You now 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 about him.

You know you can’t hold out much longer, your grip is faltering, as well as the tough front you’re putting on.

God 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙞𝙩.

“Get 𝙤𝙪𝙩.” You say again. The once cold fury you spoke with, is slowly washing away.

“You’re gonna get hurt love. Please, let me.”

Goosebumps form on your skin at the familiar nickname, your heart now beating up the inside of your chest. You could do it, you know. Say the two little words that would end everything right here. He 𝙖𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙙 you, 𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙩 you, like it was easy. As if you never mattered to him. And now, three years later, he’s in your living room, calling you love, and acting as if you weren’t about to kill him the second he walked in.

But like Severus said, we both know you won’t do it, won’t say the words that’ll end his existence. It’s why he’s still here, standing before you, taking his punishment with a brave face and attitude. He knows you don’t have it in you to hurt someone, let alone kill them. You’re too 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. This side of you is completely foreign to him, but he knows your true self. And knows, that this is all talk.

But Severus, isn’t all that patient.

Severus came to you to explain, to talk to you about how a few days turned into three years. He wanted you to understand that he did this to protect you, to keep you out of harms way. He wants you to know what the Dark Lord was up to, and for you to see why he had done what he did. Severus ignores the tightening of his pants as his cock twitches behind them. It’s been so long since he’d seen you. You’re still as beautiful as before, and for some unknown, strange reason, this display, is turning him on.

He remembers the days you two trained and dueled, how you were too nervous that you’d accidentally hurt him. Severus would reassure you that nothing you did would ever hurt him.

But now, the confidence you have with your wand, 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙢, is doing 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 to him.

“Fuck off.” You snap, and something flashes behind Severus’ eyes. You go to move your wand to his head, but Severus is faster. Your hand is now empty as he expertly removed the weapon from you.

“Are you finished?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. His tone continues in monotone as he speaks. You watched as he tossed your wand onto the floor, about ten feet away.

“Go to hell.” You shouted, allowing the anger to flow, consuming every inch of your being. Severus’ mouth contorts into a scowl, and you feel proud. He’s finally showing some sort of emotion, even if it’s something as little as an expression change.

Knowing he’s getting mad, is sparking something within you. It’s egging you on. It’s making you want to continue.

“Why the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 are you even here? Hm?” You hiss, and he lets out a sigh. He’s becoming impatient.

“I am not here to fight with you. I want you to unders-.’’

“Fuck you, asshole.” You remark. His eyes darken, as he was interrupted and one thing about Severus is he hates being interrupted. But he hates arguing with you even more. Deep down he knows the only way to calm you down.

“𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.’’ He voiced, his tone dark, biting. A very clear warning evident.

“Oh 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 enough? Calling you an asshole is where you draw the line?” You say through a laugh. You didn’t take his warning, and continued on with your hurtful words, not having a single care anymore.

“Why you little-.” Severus begins before being cut off.

“Little what? Don’t even dare think about calling me any name after the 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩 you 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙.” You voice.

He has no 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩.

You shove him, your fists making a faint noise as they came in contact with his hard chest. This action didn’t do anything to him, didn’t even cause him to step back. His impatience and irritation is etching it’s way over his features.

“Fuck you. You 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙜𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 prick.”

A small flicker of pain flashes across his face, his eyes showing the hurt he’s been hiding, seeing how upset you are with him, is 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 him.

You knew that was below the belt, but you didn’t care. You’ve been holding in all this betrayal and pain for three years, and the object of your hate is standing before you. Making it worse.

You’d always imagine the future the two of you would have. Getting married, moving into a small cottage near the beach, having a child, and Severus retiring. To live a life of peace, and happiness.

But now, all you want is him to disappear, to stay gone like he was.

Severus’ breathing was becoming uneven, and you recognized the signs. Severus was getting angry. He was always so good at keeping that side away from you, but there were a few times you’d witness it. He’d come home after tasks and meetings, still pent up with adrenaline and stress and those were the nights your face would be mushed up against the wall or the floor as he fucked his frustrations out into you. These sessions would leave you unsteady, legs weak and wobbly. Your skin covered in red and purple marks from where his lips would latch on. Your voice would come out raspy as your throat would be overused and your holes abused. Severus would hold you tight, planting soft kisses from your head to your feet. Treating you like the princess he saw you as. You understood the stress he’d have of being a double agent, as you were once in that position.

𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙙.

“Watch it now.” He hissed through gritted teeth. You felt a smirk forming and didn’t try to hide it.

“What are you going to do if I don’t?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. “What the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 are you going to do?” You spit as you go to shove him again, being stopped as Severus gently gripped your wrists in his hands. This gesture didn’t stop you.

“You think you can come here and act like shits going to be sweet. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 you. I made a life out of myself. You were gone for three years. Three 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 years Severus.” He let’s go at the sound of his name, taking a step back. You watched as his jaw clenched.

“𝙄. 𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙. 𝙊𝙣. So do us both a favor and choke.” You snapped, poison filling your veins as rage came over you.

“𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 you and your disgusting 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 face. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 whatever excuse you’re going to come up with. I don’t care to hear it.” You spill, the atmosphere fills up with nothing but your rage.

“I never want to see you again! I hate you! I 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞-.”

Before you’re able to finish your distasteful words, your back is now up against the wall. Your breath knocked out of you, and your heads spinning. As you waited for your eyes to un-blur, you feel fingers wrap around your jaw and chin, holding you head steady. Once your eyes have cleared you see Severus’ face, inches from your own. His pupils are blown, and this is the angriest you’ve even seen him.

“I told you to watch it.” He sneers.

“Fuck you.” You say through smushed lips, ignoring his warning for the second time.

“You 𝙖𝙧𝙚 going to listen to me, you brat. I came here to talk, like an adult, but if this is how you want to behave, fine. But you will listen to me.” He says, squeezing your face.

Flashbacks of the times he’s had you pinned to this wall float back into your head, making you feel ashamed at the way your cunt clenches. You push your legs together slightly to hopefully ease the ache you feel in your clit.

But most of all, you hope 𝙝𝙚 doesn’t notice.

𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠.

“I have spent these past three years fixing 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩. To keep not just you, but the entirety of the wizarding world 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚- only to come back and find out you 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣.” His tone softer, but still angry.

“I 𝙘𝙖𝙢𝙚 back, and I heard the 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝.”

“What the fuck are you on about?” Your words came out slurred, from the grip he still held on you.

“You didn’t think I’d heard.” He continues, ignoring the throb coming from his crotch.

“Hearing that you’re out and about, sitting pretty on 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 man’s 𝙖𝙧𝙢. Do you know 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡?” Severus’ tone got louder as his jealously became apparent.

“You left me, remember that. Answer me this then. Why the 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 would I have stayed? You were 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙚 Severus. You 𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 to me.” Severus let go, pushing himself away from the wall and away from you. Watching as he did this, made you burn.

“I was coming back to propose. Be welcomed home by my 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 loving partner. But all I was greeted with was stories about you 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 another man.” He snapped while his back faced you.

“So that gives you the right to be angry with me? As if I’m the one who 𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙨 you something? Don’t be absurd.” You snap, as you readjust against the wall. Resting your head on the dry wall as you made an attempt to restrain yourself.

Severus whirls on you then, slamming his palm against the wall by your head. His spare hand finds your wrists, restraining you before you had a chance to push him again.

“It was all lies. I’m not stupid Severus. Lies after fucking lies. I was probably just a cover for you. All that sweet shit you’ve told me, you didn’t mean any of-.”

Severus’ hand finds your face again, his thumb resting firmly against your chin, enough pressure to keep your eyes on him.

“Don’t you ever.” Severus begins, his grip on your wrists tightening, causing you to gasp. “𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚 say that shit to me again.” He says.

You steered your eyes from him, avoiding contact until you were able to push the blush back. You felt the wetness forming between your thighs, and 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 he couldn’t pick up on the signs.

It’s 𝙥𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙘 and you know it, just like you know that you’re still his.

In a last ditch effort, you bring your knee up, attempting to kick him away. And just like before, he stopped you. Blocking your swing easily. His grip on your hands let up, allowing you to push his hand from your face.

“I meant every word. Every 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 word. I 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙 the Dark Lord and came back, for you. Only to hear that you were out, playing 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 house with some piece of shit man.”

No.

“You’re a liar.” Your voice came out smaller than you expected. Your hatred moving from him to yourself as you feel yourself folding, and giving up.

“Get out Severus.” Your face feels hot, knowing that the blush you pushed down earlier has come back, and won.

“𝙉𝙤.”

Severus says as he stalks towards you. His voice rough, and hard. Even after all this time, he’s still as handsome as before. His hair much longer now, and pulled back into a low ponytail. Taking in his features, you swallow back your embarrassment as the ache in your clit worsens.

“Please, get out.” The bite that once contaminated your voice has faded to nothing but a mere memory.

“Or what love?” He questions. His tone cocky yet gentle.

You hands come up to shove him again, and he catches you. A small smirk forming on the corners of his lips.

“Just say it love. Say those words. I know you want too.” Severus chuckles, knowing he’s caught you.

You do nothing but shake your head and look away, hiding the tears that are on the brink of spilling.

Severus knows you. He knows you better then you know yourself. He knows when you’re upset, happy, or angry. Even when you don’t say anything. He knows that if he was to reach into your pants, he’d feel nothing but how wet you are for him.

“Now let me ask 𝙮𝙤𝙪 something.” He mewls into your ear.

“That man you were with, did he treat you the way I treated you? Did he take care of you love? But most of all, did he 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 you the way I did?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

That was one of your favorite little quirks of his. The way he’d cock his head in a teasing manner. Especially when asking you things. It would be the fastest way to turn you into a puddle.

You shut your eyes tightly. Trying your hardest to bring back the hate you felt when you first saw him in your living room. You had your wand against him, ready to kill him and now look at you. Nothing but a mess, pushed up against the wall.

“You’re calling me a 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧 among other nasty names when you’re over here soaking wet for me? How does that work 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜? Tell me.” Severus’ lips are by your neck, leaving behind nothing but ghostly traces.

You couldn’t do anything. You’re pinned between a rock and a hard place. You’re left speechless as the truth sinks in. You’re still his, you’ve always been his. Even when you were with that man. Who was he compared to Severus? No body. You lied, you didn’t move on and both of you know it, just like how both of you know, you’re. still. his.

“Was he able to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours? Was he able to make you cum?” Severus’ hand toys with the waistband of your pants, causing you to buck your hips towards him. He sneers, and pushes you back against the wall.

His fingers dance around your collarbones and neck, causing a shiver to go up your back. A gasp slips from your lips as you feel his hand slide under your pants and down the front of your panties, groaning as he feels the wetness that’s seeped through the soft fabric.

As the room fills with your gentle moans you think about how much you missed this, missed him. He was correct, the guy you dated for a brief time was nice and all but he didn’t know how to fuck you. He didn’t know how to be rough with you. He wasn’t confident or strong like Severus.

“He didn’t make you this wet, did he?” Severus asked in between the marks he was leaving on your neck. You pants have fallen now, sitting around your ankles as he ran a finger over the fabric that kept your cunt covered. You shook your head in reply.

“Such a whore. He didn’t deserve to be with a whore like you.” He mewled as he pulled your panties down, revealing your slit. The moans that seeped out were pitiful as he pinched your clit between his thumb and forefinger. He shoved one finger, then another, and then a third inside you, working them back and forth as your walls clenched around them. You thrust your hips forward, into him, causing Severus to groan. The sight of you like this, to anybody else made him angry, jealous, and hateful towards the man he’s never met.

Severus always knows when you’re close to an orgasm. The way you writhe against him, how your eyes would squeeze shut, how you’d beg for his cock.

But you’re not getting what you want that easily. Severus is still mad at you.

Right as your orgasm was approaching, he ripped his fingers from you, and you whined at the sudden emptiness. He pulled away from you, holding onto your shoulder gently as he pushed you to the floor. Your cheek is mushed against the carpet as you feel one hand grip your waist, holding you in place. There were no words, no warning, no noise as he pushed his the tip of his cock into you. A loud gasp comes from you as your body learns to take his size again. You hear a chuckle come from behind you.

“Did you forget how to take my cock love?” Severus groaned as his length sank into you. He remembers how tight you were the first time you two had sex, but forgot how warm you were and how his dick would feel strangled from your tightness.

“Did he fuck you this way? Face mashed into the floor with your ass up like the dirty slut you are?” His hands tightening around your hips as he waits for your answer. “N-no.” You stutter out as he pushes another inch into you.

“You’re not deserving of the couch, or the bed for what you said to me. You think I’m going to let that slide just because I love you? No.” He says as he thrusts his full length into you, causing you to cry out at the sudden fullness.

Severus groans as he feels the way your walls hold his cock, just like a piece of a puzzle being put together. He watches as your grab at the rug as he pounds into you.

“Did you really think you could move on from me?” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“N-no, I.” Your words come out in broken sentences as your spot is being massaged roughly by the tip of his cock.

“That’s what” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“You said to me love” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“You said” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“That you hated me” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“That you never wanted” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“To see me again” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“I-so.” You attempt at an apology was cut short.

He’s rocking into you with such purpose, slamming himself as deep as he can into your hole in this position. Severus’ pace picks up and a hand comes forward, grabbing a handful of your hair, and pulling you up so that your back is resting against his torso. The hand that once held your hip is now around your neck. He can feel your orgasm approaching as the grip around your neck firmed. Severus caught on rather quick and his pace slowed again, causing your moans to turn into pathetic whimpers as he denies you again.

“Answer me.” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“Is it true, that you don’t want” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“To see me again?” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“I-lied. I’m so-sorry.” You cried out, tears forming in the corner of your eyes as you crave for him to go harder.

“You wanted me to get out.” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“That’s what you said to me.” 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩

“I di-didn’t mean it.” Your words muffle as he holds your throat. He pulls himself out, and you push your hips back in a pathetic attempt to cum.

He stands, pulling you with him by your hair as he sits down on the couch.

“𝙍𝙞𝙙𝙚.” He demanded and you straddled his hips. Lowering yourself slowly and it felt like you were being split in half.

Severus held onto your hips, and thrusted roughly once into you. You shrieked as his cock filled you up. You leaned forward to nuzzle your face into his neck.

“No. I want to see your face as you cum around my cock.” He says as he propped you back up.

The room filled with the mixtures of your cries and his groans as you bounced up and down on his thick member.

“Sev-Severus pl-please.” You whined as you felt your orgasm nearing.

“Tell me, tell me what you want love. I’ll give-.” He said through moans, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you forward. Your face meeting his hair.

“Cu-cumming.” You moan turned into a cry as you tried holding it off, not sure if you’ll be denied again.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Make a mess on me, you’re okay.” He cooed into your ear. His reassurance and praise threw you over the edge, your orgasm washing over you as he fucks you through it.

Severus fucks you from below as you ride him, creating a perfect rhythm.

“Used to fuck- my fist to the thought- of you love. 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠.” Severus cuts off as he feels your walls clench around him, another orgasm coming.

Severus can feel his balls tighten as his orgasm approaches.

“I’m never-leaving my love again.” Severus groaned, his thrusts becoming messy. Your eyes roll back as Severus hugs you tighter.

“𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠, I-I’m gonna-.” He groans out as he fills you up, painting your walls white. He slows his pace as the high wears off, pulling you from him so he can look at you.

His hands caress your face, gently pushing your hair out of your eyes. He smiles as he takes in your glossed over pupils, and bright pink cheeks.

“I’m sorry for leaving and I promise to explain it all to you once we’ve both settled. I love you.” He whispers as he massaged your temples. Proper words and sentences fail you and all you’re able to say is

“I love you.”

[mikey180]

UGHHHHHH I OWE YOU MY LIFE FOR THE HOH CONTENT

You seriously got me giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair thinking about gently kissing him after a hard day and pampering him by brushing his hair, and maybe giving him a massage to help him relax…….. maybe cuddling him after and talking to him softly while I run my fingers along his horn and his hair………. You have no idea how much I want to make that man feel safe and comfortable dude it’s unreal I love him

He will get as much hot chocolate as he wants

How could you do this to me (highly affectionate)

Actually, same. I feel like he's just so wholesome and sweet. It is a shame there's not more content on him, he was a beautiful design. Anytime you want him, I don't mind, dear.

[mysticsublimeperson]

Based on this post I wrote sometime ago, I got a little idea

Arthur was furious, he had been waiting too much for his supper. Merlin definitely was going to pay for that.

He had been in such a good mood after the improvised hunt he went on that afternoon. He knew Merlin tended to do this little acts of revenge when he makes him cover for him, be a little late, have the water a bit too cold or burning hot, pick the itchy nightshirt, tiny thing that he allowed for the sake of the strange relationship they had. But it had been more than three candle marks since the night bell. He was hungry.

Could he have called for another servant to bring him food? Yes, yes he could. But it was a question of principles.

And he was the prince.

"Call for Merlin, bring him here, now!" he roared to the guard posted at his door, who gave him a surprised look at the sudden request.

"Sire?"

"You know what?" he decided "leave it, I will look for him myself, and I will make him eat my boots when I find him!"

Arthur went to Gaius's chambers muttering threads to the air "If he has gone to the tavern, so help me god I'll have him made stocks just for him" he said fuming as he strut his way to the tower.

"MERLIN!" he shouted when he entered the infirmary.

No one answered. The room was badly lit and Gaius was nowhere to be seen, which meant that Gaius was likely doing his nightly rounds.

"Merlin!" he called again, while he marche to Merlin's tiny room without paying any mind. He opened the door with a bang, and tried to make sense of the space, this room was almost in total darkness, the light of the moon slipping through the window.

"Merlin!" said while shoving the bundle of sheets in Merlins bed out of the way, only to find it empty, "oh, ho ho... I'm going to kill him" he declared turning around and shouting his name out, just for the sake of burning some steam.

"Sire?" he heard the door squeak open while a tired looking Gaius entered the chambers "Is everything ok?" he said quietly.

"Of course not, Gaius. Have you got any idea of where in the world could be my useless of a manservant?" Gaius looked stricken by the question.

"Why do you ask your highness? Do you need him for something?" his tone was strange but Arthur hadn't caught it yet.

"Obviously Gaius, I been waiting for my food for ages, Im properly famished and it's all his fault. So don't try to protect him, tell me the truth, Where is he? Is he in the tavern? I bet he is..."

"Merlin is here" he said slowly, and pointed to the cot in the corner of the room.

"He sleeping! I can't believe him, Is he drunk? He must be, not hearing my call" he kept ranting while he got close to the cot.

"Gods, Child!" Arthur stopped on his tracks, Gaius hadn't talked to him like that in a long time. "Can't you see?" he said, and now Arthur could detect something in his voice, not yet understanding what it was.

Gaius took a candle and got close to him so Arthur could see.

"What?" Suddenly his voice didn't work correctly, and felt simultaneously the need to see what Gaius meant and to turn away and leave without never understanding what Gaius meant.

He breathed and looked at the cot.

Merlin was pale, sweaty and dirty. More than usual, and his face looked sucked in, his hair looked oily, he was lying on his side and his hands were resting next to his face, dark with dirt and his wrist red and raw. He could not see very well, but he guessed that his neck would be in a similar condition.

"How much time he was in the stocks?" he asked softly.

Merlin had told him that it was a common occurrence, when Arthur decided to flee of his responsibilities that he needed a moment to breathe, Uther punished Merlin a bit by putting him in the stocks. But Arthur did it too, he wouldn't say constantly, but Merlin probably would. The fact was that the stocks had never put him in this position before.

Gaius shook his head "He was just released" he answered with disappointment, he was disappointed at him "Your father was rather upset you weren't at the meeting with Lord Durham" Gaius he'd moved to his working table and was grinding herbs, he almost managed to sound detached.

"I... I know" Arthur didn't know what to say. He kept looking at Merlin in the semidarkness. A whole day in the stocks, still, he'd seen people in worst state than Merlin get through that, and not end up like this. Something was missing.

"He was in the stocks the whole day Arthur" Gaius explained a bit chocked up, and then moved behind Merlin with two bowls, une with water and a cloth and the other where he had been grinding the herbs. He pulled up his shirt and with the cloth he started to clean softly. Arthur's stomach started to ache, suddenly the hunger and fury that had moved him across the castle disappeared and transformed itself in something else.

"There were no breaks, and no one was allowed to bring him food or water" Arthur tried not to gasp, while the old man kept cleaning, and even in the darkness he could see how the cloth was staining an ugly dark color.

"Uther seemed to be under the impression that he had some kind of knowledge of your whereabouts, because he kept asking. And then he got tired. And he had Merlin flogged" Arthur had to close his eyes, he was shaking, he had known it was coming, Gaius did not try to hide the situation, and it was obvious something more had happened but to put it in to words made so real it hurt.

"Merlin is a member of the royal household..." he said weakly, that punishment was disproportionate, that was something he would expect for a prisoner or a traitor. The guilt settled in his throat, in his chest, in his stomach, he was afraid of asking more, suddenly afraid of getting closer, of seeing it with both his eyes.

"Ten lashes" Gaius answered the unasked question and Arthur sucked his breath.

He had to stabilize himself. Ten lashes were for the weaker, it was enough to kill.

"The sun was high in the sky when they did it" Gaius kept talking and Arthur just wanted him to shut up he needed time to process "He spent the day in the sun, with the wounds open" he took the herbs in his hands and started applying them to Merlin's back, the man did not even flinch "We are lucky the infection hasn't taken him already" Arthur let himself fall in the bench trying to control himself. "So Arthur, I'd like to think that whatever you were doing, whatever secret quest Merlin paid the price for, was important"

"I..." he didn't know why he was talking, there were no words that could be said that excused this, just "I am so sorry" chocked out, his voices sounding unstable.

Gaius did not answer. He kept applying the herbs in silence.