#i am fucking incorrigible help

[bladekindeyewear]

I might have binged all of Murder Drones start to finish now that the youtube show / series is complete as of a couple weeks ago

i might be bingeing whole reaction playlists of different people watching the entire show back to back

i might do a classpect post on all the characters sometime later once i've worked them out 👀

[hawkinsbnbg]

Today, Mike had woken up on the wrong side of his bed so he was especially vicious as he ranted about anything he found irritating about Steve.

He hadn't even reached the midpoint when Dustin decided to rip him a new one. Which, yeah, was fair because he didn't usually do Steve that dirty. But his bad mood had taken over and he found himself arguing with Dustin.

"It's not like you don't gripe about him every day," Mike retorted heatedly. "In fact, you are the one making fun of him the most out of everybody here," he gestured widely at the others (Lucas cringed, Will looked guilty, Max and Erica high-fived each other, El nodded calmly, Eddie just gave him a little wave).

"That's because I'm his brother," Dustin said matter-of-factly while adopting Steve's signature mom pose. "But who are you? You're just his ex's brother. Without Nancy, you're just a random kid to him."

(Eddie, Max, and Erica looked at each other with the same smirk. "Oh, that burns."

Lucas just sighed helplessly as Will and El watched on in amusement.)

Mike's nostril flared indignantly. He would never ever admit this, but while he thought Steve was lame and an idiot sometimes, he respected Steve plenty. Not enough to admire, but enough to fight Dustin for him.

"So what? I know him longer than you," Mike fired back. "I have more M&M's and 3 Musketeers from him than you do, I played baseball with him every weekend, and I also watched Star Wars with him."

"You do understand what ex means, right?" Dustin narrowed his eyes at him. "Nancy's his ex-girlfriend, ergo you're his ex-something, ergo you need to stop living in the past. You know why? Because I," Dustin pointed at himself smugly, "am his favorite now. I'm the present and the future. His shotgun, his house, his pool, his snack cupboard will forever be mine, thank you very much."

And just like that, all hell broke loose.

Because not even Will was willing to accept that bullshit. Steve never had a favorite, okay? As their babysitter, he wasn't allowed to.

"What the fuck are you fighting for?" Mike glared at Erica who was (impressively) making Dustin wail like Mew on the floor.

"Steve still owes me a lifetime of free ice cream, duh," she looked at him like he was an idiot. "Stop talking shit and come help me."

A wise man once said: "Enemy's enemies are friends."

So it only took Mike a second to give her a hand.

———

"Why didn't you stop them?" Steve asked in exasperation, thinking about the fistfight that would've taken place in the Wheelers' basement had he not interfered on time.

"'Cause the more they eliminate among themselves," Eddie leaned in closer and whispered conspiratorially, "the less I gotta fight to keep you."

"But I'm their babysitter," Steve pushed him away with a finger on the forehead. "And you're supposed to make it easier for me, not harder."

"Sweetheart," Eddie grabbed his wrist and nuzzled his nose into it, "Just say the word and I'll make something harder for you right now."

"You're incorrigible," Steve rolled his eyes, but his pretty smile had betrayed his mood.

"Yeah, all because of you, baby," Eddie pressed his lips on the back of Steve's hand. "O prithee, my princess, give me the remedy."

"What if I don't have any?" Steve raised his brow.

"You do, darlin'," Eddie pulled him close and cradled his face. "My tonic is right here," a kiss on his forehead. "My joys," on his eyelids. "My happiness," on his his nose and then his mouth, "my love."

Later, when they cuddled in bed, sweet and tender after loving each other til midnight, he would tell Eddie there was no need to ask for him in the first place.

Because he had been Eddie's boy since the day the battle vest was draped on him.

It seemed Steve did have a favorite, after all.

Except, it was none of his kids.

Truly a tragedy.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

Hi zeta! So I received a notification today that I was ovulating and had a thought. Husband/Ceo!Cheol checking your phone as you received and notification that you were ovulating. Like my man would go crazy and be at it like the fucking rabbits.

(sorry why is this so long)

tw: dom!seungcheol, sub!reader (fem), marriage!au, unpotected sex (pls stay safe), breeding kink, mentions of kids and pregnancy, praise, use of petnames, daddy and mommy kink (they want to be actual parents), mating press, spanking, oral (f rec), cockwarming - minors dni.

@gyuwoncheol tagging her bcs she helped me to her own demise

"Babe?"

"Yes darling?"

"You have a new notification!" Seungcheol yells from the other end of the living room.

"I'll check it later, thanks!" You yell back, trying to make yourself heard through the noise of the kitchen mixer.

Seungcheol is a man who values your privacy and would never attempt the petty snooping around on your phone.

But how could he miss the bright notification of your cycle tracking app saying that you're ovulating?

He turns his head to your direction and looks at the shape of your body standing in front of the counter and his mind races at the thought of you bearing his kids and having them run around your legs in the future.

And it makes him want to fuck you until he has made sure you're pregnant.

He gets up from the couch and walks up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

"You sure love back hugs, don't you?" You let out a small laugh.

"How can I not when I have such a pretty wife?" He hums.

"Oh, I see how it is." You turn off the mixer and turn around to face him. "Come on, out with it, big guy."

"What? Can't I just compliment my wife because I feel like it?" He pouts his lips.

"Seungcheol, you never compliment me without any reason."

"I was just thinking...."

"I knew it."

"I haven't even said anything yet!" He complains.

"Oh my God, just say it!"

"I was thinking how pretty you'd look with a belly full of our kids."

Your eyes widen with shock at your husband's blunt words. It's true that you've discussed the possibility of widening your family with Seungcheol and you know he would be the most silly and doting dad ever. But the way he looks at you and his hands tighten on your body makes you feel a tad bit jittery (in a very good way).

"Did you just think of that, or...?"

"Your tracking app said you're ovulating and I can't get it out of my damn head." Seungcheol groans.

"You checked my phone?!"

"I didn't unlock it! It was right beside me and I just saw the pop-up on the screen!"

"And that made you worked up already?" You deadpan.

"God, you have no idea." He drops his head on your shoulder and rolls his hips against you.

"You're incorrigible." You hug him with a light chuckle.

You feel his lips stretching in a grin and he throws you over his shoulder with one swift motion, carrying you to the bedroom. You complain all the way, but he just slaps your ass and puts you down on the mattress, your legs hanging from the edge of the bed.

"I am indeed incorrigible, darling." Seungcheol strips himself down to bare skin and purposefully climbs over you to grab a pillow and place it under your lower back.

"I'll do everything in my power," he hooks his fingers in the hem of your sweats and drags them away from your legs, "to get your pretty pussy," he removes your cotton panties to reveal your cunt, "full of my cum until you physically can't take more inside you."

"C-Cheol-" You watch your husband kneel on the foot of the bed, ready to use his tongue on you.

"Talk to me, darling. Tell me what you want."

"Fuck, I want your kids so bad." You moan and spread your legs, putting your hands under your knees to pull them on your sides.

"That's what I thought too." He smirks and leans down to press a kiss on your clit, followed by full-bodied swipes of his wet muscle from your puffy bud of nerves to your hole, waiting for your pussy to drip just enough to get messy.

"You're so perfect, you know that?" He brings your legs on your chest and puts your ankles on his shoulders, the head of his cock dragging over your pussy. "Perfect wife, with a perfect pussy." He whispers and slides his shaft inside you, stealing your moans with his mouth.

You let yourself get lost in the feeling of his pillowy lips, all while his cock is battering up your cunt. Your leg muscles tense up from being stretched out to their limits, but you don't want to switch up positions.

"Sweet, sweet fucking cunt, all ready to keep my cum safe." Seungcheol groans wildly on your lips, "Want to make you a mommy so bad."

"Fuck, I want you to be a daddy, Cheol, ah!" You throw your head back on the bed, watching your husband plow his hips in you relentlessly, his bottom lip caught between his pearly whites.

"W-Want a pretty little girl, w-with your eyes and lips, wanna treat her like a princess."

"And a rowdy little b-boy, so you c-can play g-games with him." You stammer over your words, but you get the message across.

"Fuck, I love you so much, darling." Seungcheol moans airily and plants his hands beside your head, rutting in you like a madman, sweat dripping down his body and a few drops landing on your chest.

"Cheol, I'm c-close." You sob.

"Me too, baby. Just a little more, please." He begs you to hold out.

You do as he says and you cum undone underneath him, his thick cock pulsing until he has emptied himself inside your cunt, not daring to pull away from you.

A few seconds of silence pass and none of you has moved yet. Your pussy clenches around his cock ever so slightly and you whimper, your legs falling limp on the bed.

"Even your pussy wants more, babe." Seungcheol chuckles and moves his cock inside you, bringing himself back to full hardness.

"You mean you've got more to give?" You pant.

"For you? Always."

[everdreamofme]

it's a boy, girl thing

mattheo riddle x reader

Mattheo Riddle was insufferable. He was one of the biggest assholes Y/N Y/L/N had ever met, and she had met a lot. Being a more 'reserved' Ravenclaw, Mattheo and his friends had the tendency to tease her every now and then. Not as much as other students in their year, admittedly, but she definitely had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of it.

Like today, for example. Transfiguration class wasn't exactly Y/N's favourite class, but she did well enough in the subject that she didn't despise the lessons. Y/N had always wanted to be a healer after Hogwarts, and to do that, she would need at least an Exceeds Expectations in numerous subjects just to be able to qualify for the Young Healers programme at St. Mungo's. Transfiguration being one of those numerous subjects.

So here she was. Transfiguration was fairly straightforward, but of course the execution was the tricky part. After successfully transfiguring the small American Goldfinch in front of her into a bouquet of flowers, a satisfied grin crossed her features as she set her wand down and turned in her chair to dig around her bag for some spare parchment to begin her essay. 

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened as she turned back to face her flowers, only to find there were no flowers sitting in front of her anymore. Instead, a huge phallic object made of porcelain now sat in front of her. Laughter came from all over the classroom as her peers started to notice what was sitting before her.

'First time seeing a dick?' Draco sniggered as she hurriedly searched the desk and surrounding ground for her wand.

She snapped her head up towards the table of Slytherins, ready for a snarky response, when she spotted Mattheo Riddle in the seat closest to her desk, twirling her wand absentmindedly through his fingers with a wicked grin on his face.

'You idiot, Riddle -'

'Miss Y/L/N,' She froze on all fours as Professor McGonagall called her name. 'I suggest you change the subject of your essay to one less... erotic. Fifty points from Ravenclaw House.'

'Y-yes Professor McGonagall.'

Standing, she snatched her wand from Mattheo's hands and sat with a glare as she transfigured the phallic object back into a bouquet of flowers.

I am going to kill that boy one day!

After class had ended, Y/N had all but chased the Slytherin boys down the hallway.

'Riddle! Riddle!' 

Mattheo groaned as he turned from his conversation with Draco and Enzo to the Ravenclaw girl storming towards him, his friends continuing on without him. 'Can I help you with something, Raven? Checked out any sex toys lately?'

'I cannot believe you did that to me! In front of Professor McGonagall too!' Scoffing, he began down the hallway after his friends again, Y/N stomping after him.

'You lost me fifty house points, Riddle! Fifty! They're going to eat me alive in the common room tonight!' She hissed after him.

'I don't give a fuck what you pencil-neck virgins do in your common rooms, princess,' He smirked as he turned to her again, leaning casually on the statue of Merlin that stood in the hallway.

'Can't be much worse than what you dumb Slytherin jocks get up to in your common room!' Her words didn't affect him, and she knew it from the roll of his eyes and the remaining smirk on his face. 'You're incorrigible, Riddle!'

'Don't care.' He shrugged back.

'I hate you!' 

'That's because you secretly want to have sex with me!' 

'Eugh! When I do decide to surrender the flower of my womanhood, I always imagined it to be with someone of my own species!' Y/N scoffed back, some passing students shooting her strange glances.

'Someone of your own species? What, like Longbottom?' He snorted.

'You are such an idiot, Riddle!' She hissed. ' You really think the world just revolves around quidditch and your stupid little gang and the dark arts.' Mattheo's jaw clenched as he took a step towards her.

'You know, you think you're so different to everyone else-'

'Different from.' She interrupted, causing him to stare at her incredulously. 'You said 'different to'. The correct phraseology is 'different from.''

'Thanks for that information; now I can say you're no different from any other fucking nerd with books instead of friends - and you don't have to open your big fat mouth to fucking correct me!'

'Dick!'

'Bitch!'

'Fuckboy!'

'Skank!'

'You know, I should pity you, but I can't—I hate you too much! I would rather cut off my legs with a rusty knife than be anything like you!' She exclaimed, pointing a finger in his face. Mattheo seethed, nostrils flaring, and eyes hardening.

'Ditto!' He hissed.

She snorted. 'Ditto?'

'Yeah, ditto!'

'Well - double ditto!'

'Double, double ditto!'

'Ugh - you are insufferable, Riddle!' The pair scoffed in unison, barging shoulders with each other as they stormed their separate ways.

Later that night, Y/N sat in front of the common room fire, hunched over a potions essay. She dropped her quill with a grimace as a blinding pain came into her head.

'Is everything alright?' Luna asked from her spot on the arm chair.

'Yeah, just got a sudden headache, is all.'

'Maybe stop faffing over your essays for once and actually get an early night then?' Cho suggested, flashing a grin at the girl from behind her magazine. Y/N rolled her eyes but began packing her textbooks up anyway.

'Yeah, I think I might just do that. Goodnight guys.'

Mattheo laughed as a puff of smoke left his mouth and he passed the blunt to Blaise.

'Mate, you have got to get some more of this for the party,' Draco complimented as he took a drag of his own blunt.

'You know I was already planning it,' Mattheo grinned in response until a sudden pain hit his head. He groaned as his hands shot up to his temples and his eyes screwed shut.

Theo barked a laugh. 'Think someone's about to hit white, boys!' 

'Nah, it's just a headache; I'm sure it'll pass soon.'

'Or you'll pass out!' Enzo giggled.

'I don't think so, Berkshire.' He scoffed, standing up. 'But I think I will have an early night.' He patted a sleeping Pansy on the shoulder as he made his way to his dorm, leaving his friends in the common room to continue their usual late-night shenanigans.

[thirstydemisexual]

Blood path || Jason Todd x vampire!reader

Prologue

divider by: @sister-lucifer

PSA: the povs will switch from second to third person as convenient. also I'm writing this as I go so yeah the pacing between the parts hopefully will be coherent

warnings: 18+ content, mention of r4pe, blood, a p3do getting what the fuck he deserves, (and bad grammar)

I've made mistakes, Lord struck me down Caught in a landslide, lost underground I hear them gates, swing open loud Come close to midnight, hell fade me down - Used To The Darkness by Des Rocs

The night was young. As the last shades of orange had just dissipated in the sky, Gotham prepared itself as their usual over abundance of criminals took to the streets. Some of them tho, were busy browsing on the internet, unlucky them.

Phil, 38, child predator who escaped Arkham a couple weeks prior, sneaking away as the Bat and the other heroes took care of the bigger fishes, was browsing on the dark web, looking on his phone at his favorite source of inappropriate child videos with a fist down his pants.

The abandoned building in which he resided, which was once an apartment complex before a villain attack, was located in a rather well populated zone of Gotham. Only two streets down from The Wayne foundation preschool.

Unlucky for him, his connection wasn't the most secure. Even a high schooler with basic computer science knowledge would have been able to dox him.

The dumb fuck didn't even try locking the door, not like it had a functional lock to begin with. But non the less, she still wouldn't be stopped by a mere lock as that men's refuge wasn't his home, thus the threshold didn't bound her. She was able to sneak into the premises without as much as a sound.

She was hungry and her face was morphed into an inhuman shape.

He doesn't even have time to scream or fight as her fangs sinks in his neck, tearing his carotid artery. Long claws shredding up the skin on his forearms as he tries to reach to stop his attacker. He stops squirming in seconds as she feasts on his blood, draining him in mere moments.

After she's done she quickly leaves the building, ready to go home and wash her hands and mouth throughly as just the mere thought of having touched that individual, let alone feeding from him, in her post feeding shame(and because of than mans nature) made her regret her choice of feeding.

Although she would never regret ridding the world of scum like him.

It was a weirdly sunny day in Gotham, Jason Todd noticed as he turned off the engine of his motorcycle after parking in the Gotham University parking lot.

Last night patrol had took a tool on him, and he was more exhausted than normal. He threw his book bag on his shoulder before entering the building, toward his first class of the day.

Jason normally quite enjoyed his Modern Literature class, but today all he wanted to do was crush on his bed at his safe house and sleep away until patrol hour came.

He sat down in one of the last rows in the room and crossed his arms on the desk before laying his head down and closing his eyes, he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

"Slept bad?" a familiar voice came from his side. Jason lifted his head up, a little smile at the realization of who it was.

"You could say that" His eyes didn't leave you as you sat down next to him and started to get your stuff ready for class.

"You could have skipped class today Jay, you seem way too tired to be here"

"And miss the chance to have our daily banter, no way miss" he replied, smirk on his face. You couldn't help but roll your eyes.

"Seriously Jay, you can't keep coming to class looking like a zombie"

well technically I am a living dead so its not that out of character for me, thought Jason but didn't voice it out to her.

"I'll take a nap between classes alright? Come on, don't act like you wouldn't miss me if I were to go back home"

"You're incorrigible Todd"

"I don't hear you denying my claim" he kept smirking at you, you shushed him as the professor started class.

"Just rest your eyes, I'll give you my notes later" he chuckled a bit as he put his head down on the desk again,

"You'd be a light saver sweetheart"

If you could blush, the nickname would have done it. You tried to stay concentrated but your gaze would often stray onto Jason's figure, slumped over the deck, neck slightly exposed.

Looking so appetizing

You mentally slap yourself as you divert your eyes. That is Jason, one of your only friends NOT a charcuterie board.

You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. You didn't know why but even after feeding the thought and sight of Jason Todd just riled you up, hunger rising through your undead body and plaguing your mind.

Hopefully you'll keep being able to control yourself around him.

You have to

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[dehydrated-for-donghae]

word count: 1.6k

content warning: hint is in the title, plus some description of a few fun sexual acts

this was an ao3 request, but I thought I'd share it here too. In a development that shocks precisely no one, I got a bit carried away writing this, so you can expect a Sexting with Super Junior headcanon to show up at some point. feel free to request things, this was fun to write and I have so many ideas and half written things rotting in my google docs, it's nice to have a little direction.

Talking Dirty with Super Junior

Leeteuk

“Eyes up angel. I want you to look at me when I make you cum.”

A man of layers, Leeteuk’s purity kink fizzles away into filth the moment you start talking dirty. It was an accident, but he was fucking you so good you couldn’t help but tell him, and he liked it.

He really liked it.

With one eyebrow raised and a particularly rough thrust, that dimple took on a devilish tint.

(Oh yeah? Does that feel good sweetheart? You want more?)

His purity kink is still strong though, so if he’s ever trying to focus on work or cook or do anything other than take you to bed (you can wait a while, can’t you baby?), pair simple white cotton underwear with your best dirty talk and watch his resolve dissolve like sugar in tea.

On special occasions, like his birthday, make sure you act extra bratty to give him a reason to put you over his knee and spank you until your ass is raw and your panties are soaked.

��You like it when I spank you, don’t you?”

Heechul

“Look at this pretty kitty, all for me. And she's so wet. ”

Heechul has met his match at dirty talk and he couldn’t be happier.

His bedroom talk ranges from sweet praise (look at you, taking me so well. Are you gonna cum for me, baby?) to utter filth (just admit it, you’re a slut for my dick).

Absolutely incorrigible with it too, turning it into something of a competition to see which of you can say the dirtiest thing in public without getting caught.

He’s never gonna let you forget that time at Leeteuk’s house, when made you cum without even properly touching you. Just kissing your neck and whispering filth in your ear, fingers trailing so innocently under your skirt and up your inner thigh while you tried to focus on the movie.

If Eunhyuk noticed the way you were trembling next to him on the couch, he kept his mouth shut.

But Heechul certainly fucking didn’t, even once you got home he wouldn’t stop or shut up, saying the dirtiest stuff he could think of, trying to see if he could do it again.

(He could.)

And when he finally decided to take care of his own needs and fuck you, he still made you beg for it.

“Beg me for it, princess.” 

Yesung

“Your pussy feels so fucking good.”

The KING. An absolute pro at dirty talk, he’ll sit you down early on in your relationship and ask about what you’re comfortable with.

He’s up for anything, from sexting and dirty voice messages, to praise and degradation kinks, and he’s so excited when you match his freak.

He really admires your creativity, the way you come up with bedroom talk more suited to some kind of kinky sex dungeon, and sometimes he records you saying these filthy things on his phone so he can listen to them when he’s lonely on tour (or in the bathroom at work on a slow day).

He does, on occasion, get a little carried away (I can't wait to rip your panties off and choke you with them).

Then, when he realises he’s said something truly off the chain, he’ll snap out of fuck-mode and start apologising.

The only way to fix that is to get on your knees, look up at him with your biggest and best puppy eyes, and say “please”.  “

Be a good little fuck-slut and spread your legs for me.”

Shindong

“Whatever am I going to do with you?”

If you want to get Shindong going, sit on his lap and call him daddy. He was a little shocked and surprised the first time you did that, but it was an interesting and effective way to find out he has a total daddy kink.

He loves it when you’re being bratty and demanding, especially when he’s holding both your wrists behind your back with one hand, using the other to tease you through your panties, and somehow you’re still giving orders like you’re the one in charge.

It’s not exactly dirty talk, but Shindong likes to know how to give you exactly what you want, and the way he asks for instruction makes it explicitly clear who’s in charge.

And you know what they say, an elephant never forgets.

Still, he likes to tease you, doing the same movements with his fingers or his hips but just missing that spot where you need it, driving you crazy until you’re begging crumbles from words into just sounds.

“Do you like that?”

Eunhyuk

“You look so pretty with my dick in your mouth.”

Eunhyuk could spit filth all day.

And sometimes he does, blowing up your phone with dirty voice messages and dick pics (wanna see how hard you make me?) With him being on tour so often, phone sex is a big thing with him.

He’ll call you up when he’s jerking it, panting down the phone as he tells you exactly what he’s going to do to you when he gets home

(I’m going to tease you with my tongue until I’m drowning in your juices and then I’m going to fuck you until the bed breaks).

He loves it when you talk dirty to him, and it makes his heart speed up and his dick throb when you give as good as he gets.

Did I mention Eunhyuk’s oral fixation? Your mouth or his, it doesn’t matter, as long as someone’s genitals are getting licked.

So tie him down, get him all hot and bothered, straddle his chest with your bare pussy just out of reach, and listen to some pure poetry.

“Sit on my face, smother me, I don’t care just let me taste you.”

Siwon

“I’ve been waiting all day for this.”

The first time you told Siwon to take the condom off and fuck you raw, he didn't quite manage it.

Your magic words had him spurting in seconds, just the idea of getting to fill you full of his cum sent him flying over the edge.

You knew he had a breeding kink, you just didn’t realise how strong it is.

He also has a few exhibitionist fantasies, and while he’d never act on them, that doesn’t stop him whispering filthy things in your ear when you’re out in public.

You’ll be out for a meal with the rest of Super Junior, and as Siwon leans over you to pour you some more water he’ll whisper in your ear,

(I want to bend you over this table and make everybody watch as I breed you.)

And then he’ll go back to sipping his drink like he said nothing at all.

The bastard.

“You want my cum? Yeah? Deep inside you? You want me to fill you up? Stuff you full, so you can have my babies?”

Donghae

“Tell me how to make you feel good, baby.”

Donghae is a talker and babbles a lot during sex.

But rather than call you a dirty little whore, or his thirsty cum slut, or a brat (and you very much are all of those things when it comes to Donghae’s dick), Donghae is much more likely to whisper sweet nothings in your ear while he’s searching for that sweet spot that makes you gasp and moan and cling to him a little harder.

He’s just so soft for you, all he can think about is how much he loves you and how much he wants to make you feel good.

He loves it when you tell him what to do, a little (or a lot) harder, or faster, even when he’s completely drunk on your pussy he can follow simple instructions.

The closer he gets to orgasm, the more he babbles

(you're so good for me, wanna make you feel so good, wanna feel you cum on my cock, please baby please, squeeze me out...)

He might be a little embarrassed after, hiding his face in your neck, trying to distract you with kisses while he remembers all the dirty things he said.

And on those special days when you’re both feeling a bit kinky, when you’ve got him on all fours, teasing his tight little hole with just the tip of the strap on, he’s not shy about begging you to get a little… rough with him.

“Punish me. Please. ”

Kyuhyun

“Just you wait until I get out of these cuffs.”

Kyuhyun’s fairly tame in the bedroom.

Oh, other than being a massive tease.

He loves it when he’s got you all wound up and desperate, begging him to touch you properly, or to fuck you, or even to just let you suck him off.

albeit in a tone more suited to narrating erotic audiobooks

Likes to get you so frustrated you start saying the most depraved stuff, while he keeps his practically PG

(someone’s enjoying herself…)

He does not like the taste of his own medicine. Why would you tie him to a chair and edge him, when he could be buried balls deep in your sweet cunt, fucking you as hard as you’d like?

It doesn’t matter, he’s gonna whine like a smutty-mouthed little bitch

(hurry up, let me fuck you, let me fuck you before before I fucking explode)

and you better let him cum, or you might not survive his revenge. Him pounding you rough and relentlessly for hours, until you’re being overwhelmed by your fifth orgasm and begging him to stop.

“I’m not hearing the safe word, sweetheart.” 

m.list

[on-a-lucky-tide]

I was chatting to my uncle about his time in service the other day and what it was like in 2000 when gay people were allowed to openly serve in the military for the first time.

I didn't tell him I was researching fanfic, he just likes chatting with me about politics and history because I'm his Pet Socialist Nephew and it's like a whole new world for him.

(My aunt worked for MI5 and they met in Cyprus while both were deployed; I'm pretty sure they're the reason I got to the late stages - NePoTiSm - but then I disappointed them to become a Tofu-Eating Wokerati Teacher. Yes, I am an ex-Tory, let's not.)

He was a lawyer in the RAF and spent most of his time prosecuting soldiers for misconduct. There is shit he has to take to his grave, especially surrounding the Gulf War. But he remembers dishonourable discharges for "sodomy" and how distasteful he found the "whole sordid business" when there were people still serving who had done "unspeakable things", and he told me about the slow dismantling of those laws, with the help of Stonewall, and the impact it had on so many men and women in the service.

He recalled one particularly terrifying NCO who often ridiculed him for his belly (my uncle likes cheese and wine, a lot; we got through a bottle of Merlot each...I'm pretty sure he opened a second) kissing his partner of 16 years openly, in full uniform, at the 2008 London Pride; how this "incorrigible" man broke down in tears because for the first time he wasn't torn in half: he could love both his country and his partner openly.

Now, this story is a fucking gold mine for me... Cause...

Can you imagine the 141 going to 2008? They think they're going to support their pet bi-disaster, Soap. Figure they'll go in No2s cause they'll be drinking and walking a lot. Then fucking Ghost rocks up in full No1s, shoes polished to an inch of their life like he's turned out for the god damn Queen.

When Soap teases him about how Extra he's being for lil ol' him, Ghost simply sighs and says, "I've waited my whole life for this, Johnny... I'm doin' it right."

That's how Ghost "comes out" to the 141, because of course it is. He doesn't do things in half measures. Soap looks him up and down and tries to play it cool, but Price can see how he's vibrating on the spot and figures they should fall in before Soap executes an unscheduled halo dive on Ghost's dick...

Johnny gets his kiss; by the lions of Nelson's column, under the admiral's watchful eye. Ghost's beret clenched in fist, strong arms clutching him so close, like Ghost's worried the moment might still be snatched from him at any point.

Johnny won't ever mention the tears he tastes between their lips. Some things just need to be let go.

[heroes-among-us-all]

Good to have u back!

Can i have a scenario with aizawa vs a villain that is always flirty with him, untill him decides its enough for him and they end up in a steamy situation and she gives up to him cause she reeeeeally likes him😳

If enough people like this scenario, I'll probably write a part 2

NSFW BELOW!

Aizawa narrowed his eyes. God, this was such a pain. It was always the same game of cat and mouse, and to make matters even worse, you insisted on being an insufferable tease every time.

"What's the matter, Eraserhead?" you giggled, deftly evading his cloths. "You look like you're having a hard time catching me. By the way, you're as hot as ever. What would it take to let me ride you?"

Precocious little brat.

You were absolutely incorrigible. Ever since you'd first crossed paths, he'd been victim to countless of your shameless attempts to flirt with him. He'd never expected that he would have to deal with a villain that seemed interested in getting into his pants at any given opportunity. He knew he had to take his job seriously, and you were actively breaking the law, but it was difficult to stay focused — not only because you kept goading him on, but also because you were far more attractive than he could stand.

Aizawa was ashamed to admit that he'd masturbated to the thought of you more times than he could count. It was a mixture of frustration at always failing to apprehend you, but most of it was just lust, plain and simple. It also didn't help that your villain costume was so goddamn revealing.

"This is the last time I let you get off easy," Aizawa muttered.

That was what he said, but the truth of the matter was that you were remarkably difficult to catch. Even when he canceled your Quirk, it didn't make a difference. You were naturally agile and skilled at hand-to-hand combat, as well as a master of weaponry. Aizawa wondered if he would ever be able to arrest you.

As far as villains went, you hadn't committed any particularly heinous crimes, but the law was still the law. You also had a habit of almost only appearing in front of him. Aizawa was a grown man, so it was obvious to see that you were attracted to him — either romantically or purely sexually. Plus, the comments you made were already a dead giveaway.

You evaded his attacks once more, then hoisted yourself up on a nearby rooftop and grinned down at him from above.

"I have a proposition for you," you grinned. "Fuck me just this once, and I'll let you arrest me. I'm pretty confident I'll be able to break out of prison anyways, but this way you get to take credit for a job well done, right?"

Aizawa's brow twitched. "Don't patronize me. I don't need any freebies, and I'm not stupid enough to believe that a villain would hold up their end up the bargain."

"I can prove it," you insisted, and to Aizawa's immense surprise, you jumped down from the roof and landed mere inches in front of him. His hero instincts took over, and he bound you in his cloths without so much as blinking. You didn't bother to struggle, though. In fact, if the flush on your cheeks was anything to go off, he might've thought you actually enjoyed being tied up. "Oh no," you mused. "I've been caught. Are you going to punish me now?"

You really were a piece of work, and as much as Aizawa wanted to pretend like he was above all this, he could already feel his cock throbbing.

He decided to give in to your provocations, just this once.

"Maybe I am," he gritted out, then shoved you against the nearest wall, while your limbs were still bound. He pushed down you down by shoulders until you collapsed onto your knees in front of him. He could see your grin getting wide with excitement as he used his free hand to pull down his pants and reveal his boner.

"Oh my god," you moaned, pressing your thighs together in anticipation. "Your dick looks amazing. I've been wanting to see it for so long."

Aizawa had to admit that the prospect of doing something so taboo — a hero fucking a villain — was really, really turning him on.

"Since you're such a needy little slut, I'll be nice this time and give you what you want." He grabbed fistfuls of your hair and pulled you in until the tip of his cock was pressed against your cheek. "Now, suck it."

Despite being a villain, you were awfully obedient when it came to such matters. You didn't need to be told twice before you were dragging your tongue all the way up the length of his shaft.

Aizawa let out a quiet hiss. Fuck. Even just your tongue already felt incredible. As much as he wanted to maintain the illusion that he was completely composed right now, his heart was beating ridiculously fast.

"So good," you breathed, licking and sucking with an enthusiasm he hadn't known was possible. You swirled your tongue around the head of his cock, then puckered your lips, sucking in awfully hard.

Aizawa could feel his self-control dissolving the longer he stared at your sinful expression. He just couldn't get enough of how you looked to be completely transfixed on his cock, strings of saliva spilling out over your lips.

He inhaled, then gripped your head tighter.

"I believe I told you to suck. What are you taking your time and messing around for? Do it properly."

He shoved his entire cock into your mouth, making sure that it bottomed out against the back of your throat. You gagged from the sudden intrusion, a few tears reflexively prickling at your eyes, but your arms were tied up, so you couldn't push him away.

He doubted you would've actually wanted to, though.

Aizawa barely even bothered to stifle his groans as he fucked your face relentlessly. The sound of you choking and struggling to breathe while you were forced to deepthroat him was honestly like music to his ears. He wanted to burn this image into his mind; remember every little detail so that he could jerk off to it later on.

"Fuck," he growled, thrusting sloppily, "your mouth feels so good. I guess a slutty villain like you has probably been around quite a bit. Well, how is it? How does it feel to have a hero violate you?"

Tears were streaming down your face, and your cheeks were a flushed mess of crimson hues. You gagged in between your moans, but didn't make the slightest attempt to fight back. Aizawa loved seeing you like this. After being unable to apprehend you more times than he could even count, the sight of you being completely at his mercy was almost too good to be true.

Aizawa bit back a gasp. "Shit... I'm already about to cum. Drink it all up. If you waste even a single drop, I'm not going to forgive you."

Between how roughly he was thrusting into your mouth, it was incredible that you managed to nod hazily. Aizawa couldn't help but crack a crooked grin at your fucked-out and nearly delirious expression. This was easily the most turned on he'd ever been.

He came a few moments later, busting his entire load into your mouth. Ever the obedient girl, you swallowed every last spurt of his thick cum. Even though you were probably desperate for air by now, you stayed perfectly still and let it all slide down the back of your throat.

Aizawa eventually pulled back, delighted to see you smiling through your tears, chest heaving under the heavy weight of your arousal.

"You taste so good," you panted, strings of cum glued to your lips and chin. "That was amazing. I can't believe I just sucked your cock. I love you so much..."

Aizawa felt himself blush ten times more fiercely than before. Fooling around was one thing, but to hear you say that loved him was a different thing entirely. It seemed like your feelings for him were a lot more serious than he'd first though.

After a brief pause, Aizawa eventually released you from his cloths, and just as promised, you made no attempt to run away.

"I guess I'll go to jail now," you sighed. "Oh, well. It was worth it. I wonder how long it'll take me to get back out."

I should turn her into the police. She's still a villain.

Aizawa was a hero, and he had a duty towards the public. But at the same time... you weren't really hurting anyone. You'd pulled off a few robberies to make your name known, and shortly after, you'd started appearing around him, but not much else.

He couldn't believe he was having such conflicting thoughts. There was only one right call, and he was struggling to make it.

Aizawa adjusted his pants in place and turned away from you. "Leave," he grimaced. "Before I change my mind. Like I said before, I don't want any freebies. I can apprehend you on my own terms, without needing to be given a handicap."

You stood up with a gasp. "Y-You're letting me go? So, then... will we get to do this again?"

Aizawa was unwilling to show you his expression, so he kept on facing away from you. It was better this way, otherwise you would've been able to see the grin creeping onto his lips.

The next time you ended up meeting, Aizawa was going to give you the pounding of your life.

[goponylover]

Jon Sims and Arthur Lester: On Sight

Scene: Jonathan Sims and Arthur Lester are sitting across from one another at a plain wooden table, having tea and pleasant conversation. Jon puts his cup down and leans forward a bit in his chair as he prepares to breach a new topic.

Jon: Arthur...if it's alright, may I ask you a...somewhat personal question?

Arthur: I suppose that depends on what it is.

John: He's looking down at his teacup pensively, as if hesitating.

Jon: ...What is it like? Not being able to see?

Silence. Arthur is taken aback.

Jon: ...Actually, forget I said anything. That was too personal. I don't know why I asked that. I-

Arthur: No, no! It's fine! Jonathan it's fine! I understand that My John and I have a very...unique relationship. It's only natural you'd be curious!

John: Nosy, you mean.

Arthur: (hisses) Be nice.

Jon: Sorry?

Arthur: Nothing. A-as for your question...it was scary at first. It's still scary sometimes, given how frequently we have to run or hide or fight for our very lives while one of us is, quite literally, stumbling around in the dark. John guides me, tells me where obstacles are, alerts me of threats and helps me to combat them. He'll describe my surroundings to me so that I can get a sort of...mental map of the place I'm in. Sometimes I'll ask him to describe the scenery we drive past or the clothes hanging in the shop windows, little things like that. And usually he's happy to oblige...when he's in a good mood at least.

John: Hey!

Arthur: Of course it's not exactly the same and it's often frustrating for both of us when we fail to communicate properly. Especially when we end up in tight spots because of it. But honestly...I don’t know how people like me would manage without a John of their own in their heads.

John: Don't sell yourself short. You've been without me before, and you managed just fine.

Jon: What's he saying?

Arthur: Hmm?

Jon: You tend to...pause at odd moments when he's saying something to you.

Arthur: Heh. You're quite observant, aren't you?

Jon: (uncomfortably) It comes with the territory.

Arthur: (bashfully) H-he was just...complimenting me. Saying I've been without him before and I managed which I suppose is true.

John: You suppose?! You dragged yourself through the freezing cold to a cabin, while blind and bleeding from the neck. Fuck off, you suppose.

Arthur: (Ducks his head and whispers) Shut up!

John: (teasingly): Now who can't take a compliment?

Arthur: (shakes his head) All of this is to say...I'm very lucky to have him.

Jon: I see. Well I'm glad you two have each other. I don't know what would become of me if it weren't for Martin.

Arthur: (Hums in agreement) ...If I may ask...what sparked your curiosity?

John: His eyes are widening and he looks...embarrassed? As if you've somehow seen something you weren't supposed to see...

Jon: (sputters a bit) I- w-well it's interesting isn't it? Like you said! Your...symbiosis.

Arthur: I don't disagree. But we've discussed the subject of My John several times and you've never really focused on the topic of my blindness before.

John: I think I like that. You calling me YOUR John~

Arthur: (Chuckles softly) You're incorrigible.

Jon: (latching on) W-whats he saying now?

Arthur: Wha? Nothing, its- nothing. Jonathan, your deflecting.

Jon: I am not.

Arthur: I'm simply wondering what made you want to know more about my blindness. (Suspicious) What are you so desperate to hide all of a sudden?

John: He's hesitating...he's sighing. His shoulders are sagging as if in reluctant defeat. He's scooting the chair a bit closer to the table and leaning in.

Jon: ...I've told you of my time working at the Magnus Institute.

Arthur: Yes. I remember. Where you and your colleagues sadly fell under the influence of the dark gods that seized you.

Jon: I...I discovered a way to separate myself and the others from the Eye.

Arthur: You did?!

Jon: Yes. But at great cost. To separate yourself from the Ceaseless Watcher...you must completely destroy your own eyes.

Arthur: Jesus...

John: Fuck.

Jon: ...I didn't...I didn't want to do it alone so I ran to tell Martin. Him first before any of the others. I...I said we could get out of there. Together. Long story short, he refused. ...I don’t know if it would've worked on me. I was at the point where I couldn't even cut off a finger without it healing the second I removed the knife but...I could've tried. I should have tried. If it had worked, if I hadn't been so selfish-

John: Selfish? The fuck?!

Jon: -so much pain and death could've been avoided! But a million things held me back. Part of me told myself that it was because I didn't want to just run off and leave Martin and the others alone in that place but...but what if I was just lying to myself? What if I was just being a coward?

John: ...He's slumped in his chair. His eyes are focused on the far wall, clouded with shame. He's tense...as if bracing himself for something?

Arthur takes a moment to gather himself, struggling to piece his racing thoughts together into something coherent.

Arthur: Jonathan...you're not a coward for not wanting to lose your sight!

Jon: But-!

Arthur: Listen to me. I love my John and I love what we have and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world but...but I still miss my sight. I miss it everyday. I miss being able to walk down the street unassisted, I miss the simple joy of being able to look at painting o-or watch a sunset instead of having it described to me and picturing it in my head! I miss... I miss being able to see my own face in a mirror. Heh...you know, sometimes I wonder how distorted my memory of my own face will grow with time. I wonder...will it fade altogether, one day?

John: (determined) I won't let it.

John raises his hand to cup Arthur's face gently. Arthur leans into the touch briefly.

Arthur: (fondly) I know you won't, dear.

Arthur: What I'm trying to say is...our eyes are a gift, Jonathan. A gift that we so often take for granted. Not wanting to lose them does not make you selfish nor cowardly. It makes you...

Arthur & John simultaneously: Human.

John: He looks...surprised. And maybe a little grateful.

Jon: ...I...T-thank you, Arthur I...I don’t know what to say.

Arthur: You don’t have to say anything. I've been in your shoes, Mr. Sims. We are both men that have committed a great number of sins. But those sins are not who we are.  Try to remember that.

John: He's smiling.

Jon: I will.

[allthesmutl0vers]

The Weight of Blood: Tom/Theo/Draco/Regulus/Fem!Reader (Part Six)

MDNI, 18+, NSFW Masterlist Pairing: Tom Riddle/Theodore Nott/Draco Malfoy/Regulus Black/Fem!Reader TW: Sexual references, Dom/Sub relationship/Longing/Flirting/Mentions of depression/Possessive!Slytherins

Chapter Six

Y/n

The Next Morning

The boys are still sleeping when I wake up, so I do my best to grab my clothes for the day and change in the bathroom without waking them up. At first, it seems like I’m successful, but after putting my ear to the door, I can hear them talking. Shit . 

“Well, good morning,” Theo smirks, sitting on the small couch next to Draco. 

I feel the blush creep onto my cheeks as I straighten my tie. “Morning,” I turn to Draco. “Good morning.” 

“Good morning. Sleep well?” Draco smiles tiredly, lifting his mug to his lips. 

“Well enough,” I shrug. “Hey, where did you get coffee?” 

“Elves, I had them bring some up. Sit down, I’ll make you a cup,” he nods to the armchair across from them. 

“Oh, um, thanks,” I move to the armchair, taking careful steps. I look around for Regulus and Tom but don’t see them. “Where’d Regulus and Tom go?” 

“Went to talk to Dumbledore about skipping today,” Theo yawns and stretches his arms over his head. “Thinking about going to Hogsmeade. You in?”

I pick up the letters from McGonagall and Dumbledore from the coffee table in front of me. “Probably not,” I shake my head with a sigh and re-read the letters. “I actually have to see Dumbledore and McGonagall today about why I’ve skipped all week.”

Draco hands me a cup of coffee and gently grabs my chin, tipping it up to look at him. The action sets off butterflies in my stomach, something I haven’t felt in a long time. “Don’t worry about that, darling. It’s being handled,” he smiles. 

“But, aren’t you guys going to get in trouble? You snuck in here, and you stayed the night in my dorm. What if they think—”

“Shh. You worry too much. Just drink your coffee and relax. Understood?” Draco’s voice is calm but stern as his thumb grazes my chin. 

I feel a blush heat my cheeks, and I nod in his hand. Against my will, my voice comes out entirely submissive and soft. “Yes.” 

Draco takes a deep breath, and his jaw clenches as if he’s holding himself back from doing something or saying something that he shouldn’t. His hand leaves my chin, and he smiles instead before walking back to the couch next to Theo and sitting down again. 

“Fuck me, that was,” Theo pushes the fingers and his thumb on one hand together, bringing the tips to his lips and kissing them. “Sexy,” he winks. 

I bite my lower lip, fighting a smile. “Shut up, Theo.” 

Theo leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees with a cigarette between his fingers. “My pleasure, bellissima. Just place your lips on mine,” he smiles. “That should do the job.” ( beautiful)

I can’t help but blush and laugh. It’s been a long time since I’ve actually felt wanted for more than just a quick fuck. And the way they do it… actually makes me want to. God, it’s been so long since I’ve wanted to. Or had a choice. 

“You’re incorrigible,” I roll my eyes and smirk at Theo. 

Draco smiles and chuckles. “Just wait, he gets worse.”

Theo fakes an insulted gasp. “I’ll have you know I am quite the romantic.” 

“For some reason, I doubt that,” I smirk over my coffee mug. 

Theo looks back at me and smiles. “Care to place a wager on that, bella?” He takes a slow drag off his smoke. 

“And hypothetically ,” I wave my hand. “If I win, what’s my prize?” I take another sip of my coffee.” 

Theo sits back and takes another drag, thinking for a few moments before he answers. “Whatever you want,” he smiles. 

I bite the inside of my cheek and smirk. “Do I even want to know what you want if you win?” 

Theo smiles and blows the smoke out over his head before he looks at me again. “Bella, I would’ve already won. Because you went out with me.” 

My eyes widen, and the butterflies in my stomach flutter again. “I don’t know if I’m ready for that yet,” I look down at my cup and finger the rim. 

When he responds, his voice isn’t flirty or playful anymore. Instead, it’s comforting, calm, and sweet. “I’m prepared to wait. As long as it takes.”

I’m saved from coming up with a response when my door opens, and Tom and Regulus walk in. But my stomach sinks when I see Professor McGonagall behind them. “Professor,” I stand up. “I— I was going to come see you today.” 

Professor McGonagall takes a look around my room, namely at Theo and Draco sitting on the couch, before she looks at me again. “I am aware, Ms. Hunt as Mr’s. Riddle and Black have already explained to me. However, I thought it prudent that I come to see you anyway. Will you please join me in my office?” she opens the door wider for me to follow her. 

I look at Tom and Regulus, who both nod for me to go without saying a word. “Yes, Professor,” I hesitantly follow her out of my dorm and down the stairs. We exit the common room and enter her office a little ways down the hall. 

“Would you like a cookie, dear?” she offers as she motions for me to sit in one of the two chairs in front of her fireplace. 

“No, thank you,” I take my seat. Yesterday, I wouldn’t care if I got kicked out or cared about whatever she's about to say. But today, I can’t stop my hands from shaking with nerves and hope she doesn’t make me pack my trunk. 

“So, as I’m sure you’re aware,” she sits down across from me. “Tom and Regulus came to see me and the Headmaster this morning.” 

“Not until I woke up, Professor,” I try to keep my leg from anxiously tapping the ground. 

McGonagall nods. “Well, they explained that you have been having some trouble as of late and that it involved someone in your house and a certain photograph , that I have been hearing whispers about.”

God, please open up the earth and swallow me whole .

“While they didn’t go into detail about what happened last night, I understand what you’re going through,” her voice softens. “I have had the same thoughts, and I would like to share something with you that might help. If you’ll allow me to.” 

I nod, and she stands up. “If I may ask you to follow me once again,” she smiles softly. 

Neither of us says a word as we walk through the castle and out of the front door. It’s not until we are at the edge of the forbidden forest that she speaks again. “When I was young, I married my husband, Elphinstone. We met while working at the ministry. He was my boss. It was quite the scandal, if I must say so myself,” she smiles softly at me. 

“We had a great love, the kind of love you only experience once in your life. If you’re lucky,” she smiles sadly as we get deeper into the forest. “He died after I transferred here. A tentacula plant bit him when he was studying it for research. The venom killed him when he couldn’t get to the hospital in time,” she says as we walk a little further. 

“After he died, I was in so much agony. I was so depressed that I never wanted to feel anything again. I didn’t want to face the pain of losing him, and I was willing to do anything to be with him again,” she sighs. “One day, I was walking through the forest, the same path we are on right now. And I came to a spot that seemed fitting to take my own life,” we stop walking, and she faces me. “This cave was where I intended to do it,” she motions to a dark, grimy, and near-collapse cavern. 

“Tell me, what do you see when you look at this cave?” she looks at me with her hands clasped together in front of her waist. 

“It looks dark, and,” I look at her skeptically, not wanting to offend the place that obviously means a great deal to her. But she nods her head for me to continue, so I decide to just be honest. After all, she’s been honest with me. “I don’t want to go in there. I’d rather go further into the forest at night,” I look up at her to see if she is angry with me. “Sorry.” 

McGonagall straightens her back. “There is no need to apologize. However, I will ask you to accompany me into the cave. I assure you it is safe.” 

I swallow and nod. McGonagall lights up her wand and motions for me to follow her at her side. I hold my breath as we walk about fifty feet into the cave and stop. McGonagall smiles at me and turns out the light at the end of her wand. 

I blink for a few moments, trying to adjust my eyes to the dark. But it’s not needed. The walls glow and glitter with red, green, yellow, and blue gems, much like the colors for all of the houses. It’s so beautiful I can’t help but gasp as they light up the cave in a beautiful rainbow array of light.

McGonagall smiles and nods. “Tell me, what do you think of the cave now?” 

I spins slowly, taking in all of the beauty. “It’s… beautiful doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

“Yes, it is quite a sight to behold,” she smiles as I stop to look at her again. “Who would have known that all of this beauty,” she motions around us. “Was just on the other side of that dark and gloomy entrance? This is what pain is.” 

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean, Professor?” 

“The entrance of the cave represents the fear and pain we feel. We don’t want to go through it. We don’t want to face it. So we run, we hide, we do anything else to avoid it,” she holds up a finger. “ But , if we face our pain and push through our fears, we get to a place more beautiful than we could’ve ever imagined on the outside of it.”

“I never thought about it like that,” I admit softly, looking down at my shoes. 

McGonagall places a gentle hand on my shoulder, and I look up at her. “That is because you were on the outside of it, and maybe you still are. But I promise you, you’re pain, and your fears do not represent who you are. They are the outside of this cave, but if you push through it, I promise you will come to a much better place.”

Tears prick at my eyes, and one manages to fall down my cheek. For the first time in a long time, I feel hope. 

“I’m scared, Professor. I don’t want to face the people in my house or the other students who saw the picture. I don’t want to see him .” 

McGonagall pulls me into a hug. “He has been taken care of. I can assure you of that. You never have to see him for the rest of your time here,” she pulls back and puts her hands gently on my shoulders. “As for your fellow schoolmates, they don’t know the whole story. And they don’t need to, not if you don’t wish for them to. But you do have to push through. The other Professors, the Headmaster, and I will do everything we can to shut down any chatter about it.” 

McGonagall wipes away a tear that falls down my cheek. “And, of course, you are more than welcome to come and talk to me, and I hope you do. Any time, day or night. And should you ever need or wish to come back here, I am happy to accompany you.” 

“Thank you so much, Professor,” I sniffle, feeling so much better than I did before. “I’m sorry for everything you went through. And I’m so thankful you are still here.” 

“Oh,” Professor McGonagall smiles and starts to lead us back out of the cave. “Thank you, dear. I am thankful I am, too, and I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could come to me before. But I hope you know that you are very much loved and such a talented young witch.” 

“Thank you,” I smile as we walk back to the castle. 

“You’re welcome. And I have one more question for you, if I may.”

“Of course, anything.” 

McGonagall smiles as the castle comes back into view. “Tom and Regulus, and Theodore and Draco, they seem to be quite fond of you,” I can’t help but smile as I nod. “Are the five of you…”

“Oh, gosh, no,” I shake my head. “No, actually, I didn’t even think they liked me until last night. Not Tom and Draco, at least.” 

McGonagall nods. “I see. Well, it’s nice to see them talking to other people outside of themselves. They rarely do so, according to Professor Snape,” she laughs and smiles. “Not that I listen to gossip.” 

“Of course not, Professor,” I smile back. She totally does . 

When we get back to the front door of the castle, I see Tom, Regulus, Theo, and Draco talking amongst themselves. Professor McGonagall turns to me again before we reach them. “Oh, I almost forgot. There is no need to speak with the Headmaster, he is aware and is willing to forgive and forget skipping classes this week, given the circumstances.”

“Really?’ My eyes widen slightly. 

“Yes. You are also excused from them today,” she looks over at the boys, and Theo waves with a cheeky smile. “Your friends as well. Take today and relax. You may also be excused tomorrow since it is a Friday. However, I do hope to see you in class.” 

“That’s very generous, thank you,” I chuckle nervously. “Honestly, Professor, I was expecting at least a month’s detention.”

Professor McGonagall shakes her head with a chuckle. “Not at all. It’s understandable. We just want to be sure you come back when you’re ready. I’ll let you enjoy the rest of your day,” she smiles and walks back to the castle as the boys walk toward me. 

“You alright?” Regulus pulls me into a hug. 

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I sigh softly as I pull back and smile up at him. 

Theo takes the opportunity to pull me into a bone-crushing hug next. “We got the day off with you,” he laughs. 

“That’s— uh, Theo?” I struggle slightly to breathe.

“Yeah?” 

“Can’t breathe,” I wheeze. 

Theo immediately pulls back. “Shit, sorry, love,” he laughs. 

I suck in a breath and laugh. “It’s fine.”

Draco nudges me playfully. “Soo, Hogsmeade?” 

I smile and nod. “Sounds good to me, Tommy?” I smile at him. 

Tom nods and gives me a small smile. “Sure, doll.”

We take full advantage of Hogsmeade being empty of other students. No lines at The Three Broomsticks and no crowds in Honeydukes. 

“Oh my God! They have them back in stock!” I shriek with excitement and clap my hands. 

“What?” Draco asks over my shoulder. 

I hold up the cady in my hands. “Fizzing Whizzbees,” I smile wide. “They never keep them in stock long enough for me to get my hands on them when all the students are here.” 

“Oo! Fizzing Whizzbees?!” Theo says excitedly as he comes up to us. “These are my favorite!”

“Mine too!” I giggle excitedly and put a few handfuls in my basket. 

We walk over and find Regulus, who insists I call him ‘Reggie’ like everyone else, and Tom by the Chocolate Frogs. “You guys have all the cards?” I ask, sucking on an acid pop. 

“Most of them,” Reggie answers with a smile. He pulls the acid pop from my mouth and puts it in his. 

“Reggie! That’s mine!” I reach for it with a gasp. 

Reggie laughs and smiles. “We can share,” he smirks and looks at the others with a raised brow. 

Tom grabs it back from Reggie without a word and gives it back to me. “Thanks, Tommy,” I smile and stick my tongue out at Reggie. 

Reggie scoffs a laugh. “Boo, you’re no fun,” he teases Tom. 

“You’re acting like a child,” Tom rolls his eyes but smirks at me. 

I pull it from my mouth and hand it back to Reggie. “Here, just ask next time,” I smile. 

Reggie salutes me with two fingers to his forehead and smirks as he pops the acid pop back in his mouth. “Will do, lamb.” 

We all pay for our candy and make our way back to The Three Broomsticks for lunch, thankfully. I skipped breakfast, so I’m literally starving. We sit at a table in the back, Theo and Draco on one side and me between Tom and Reggie on the other. 

“What are you getting?” Tom asks me as we all look at the menu. 

“Hmm,” I look over the options. “Probably the shepherd’s pie. You?” 

Tom looks over the menu again before putting it down. “Same as you.” 

“I’m getting the spareribs if anyone is curious,” Theo smirks. 

“I’m very curious,” I tease with a laugh. 

Theo smirks and winks at me as the waitress comes and takes our orders. “And to drink?” 

“I’ll do red currant rum,” Theo hands her his menu. 

Draco answers next. “Mulled mead for me.” 

“Same for me,” Reggie hands her his menu. 

Tom takes me menu and orders for both of us. “She’ll have a butterbeer. I’ll take a Firewhisky,” I tense at the mention of it, and it doesn’t go unnoticed. Tom places his hand on my knee under the table and squeezes it. “Actually, I’ll take a mulled mead as well.” 

The waitress nods with a smile. “I’ll be right back with those.” 

“Why’d you change your order?” I can’t help but ask. 

Tom shrugs and picks a piece of lint off his robe. “Seemed like you didn’t like it.” 

I bite the inside of my cheek, feeling guilty he didn’t get what he wanted. “You could’ve gotten it anyway.” 

“It’s what he drank. And getting something else that I like instead of Firewhisky is a small price to pay to not make you uncomfortable.” 

I feel a blush rise to my cheeks as he grips my knee a little tighter. “As long as you like mulled mead,” I shrug. 

Tom looks at me with a narrowed gaze. “I never eat, drink, or do anything I don’t wish to.” 

Draco clears his throat, and I look up at him curiously. Theo and Reggie also seem to get a bit uncomfortable. “Everything okay?” I look at the three of them. 

Draco looks up at me and nods. “Yeah, everything is fine,” he smiles. “Just never seen him like this before,” Draco nods to Tom across from him. 

“Like what?” I sit back against the seat. 

“Like he actually wants to fuck someone,” Theo smirks. 

I feel myself blush again and shift in my seat, not knowing how to respond to that. 

“Way to go for making shit uncomfortable, mate,” Reggie scoffs. 

Theo scoffs a laugh. “Am I wrong?” 

Draco elbows Theo. “For fucks sake, are you trying to scare her off?”

“Quite the contrary,” Theo winks. 

“Knock it off,” Tom grips my knee harder to the point it hurts. I grab his wrist and he immediately loosens his grip. 

Our drinks come, and Reggie gently nudges me to get my attention. “So? Anyone in your sights now that you’re a free woman?” He keeps his voice light and playful. 

I smile and rub the rim of my glass. “Maybe,” I smirk, letting the buzz of the butterbeer numb my anxious nerves. 

“In your house?” Draco asks curiously. “Because we’re more than happy to vet them for you,” he laughs and holds up his glass. 

I laugh and shake my head. “No, no. No need to do that,” I smile and sigh. “Honestly, I’m just glad to be free. Shit, when he and I got together,” I shake my head. “He introduced me to some,” I blush. “Let's say unusual dating habits.” 

Theo’s eyes widen, and he smiles, leaning forward on the table. “Tell. Us. Everything .”

I shake my head and laugh. “No, I couldn’t possibly,” I wave my hand. “It’s embarrassing.” 

Theo groans and taps his hand on the table. “Come on, bella. Now we have to know,” he laughs. 

I smile and relent. “Fine. But you guys have to swear not to laugh.” 

“Consider me curious, I promise,” Draco smirks. 

Theo crosses an ‘x’ over his chest. “Cross my heart.” 

“On Merlin’s grave,” Reggie smiles. 

“I will do my best,” Tom smirks. 

I sigh and take another drink of my butterbeer. “Okay. Well, he was into,” I bite my lower lip and scrunch my nose slightly. “Something called ‘BDSM’. It’s like a power dynamic,” I wave my hand lazily. “Like dominant and submissive,” Tom’s hand moves up my leg another inch, and I shift in my seat. “So, like the ‘dominant,” I make quotation marks with my fingers. “Tells the submissive what to do, or ties them up and stuff like that, and if the submissive doesn’t or acts like a uh,” I snap my fingers, forgetting the term. 

“A brat,” Reggie clears his throat and takes a drink from his mug. 

I snap and put my hand on his upper arm. “Yes! That!” I chuckle. “A brat, then the dominant gets to punish them however they see fit,” I take another drink. “But uh, yeah,” I tsk. “That didn’t end well for me, as we know,” I bite my lip nervously. 

Theo licks his bottom lip with a smirk and Draco shifts in his seat. “So, were you into that?” Draco looks at me curiously. 

I sigh and lean forward on my elbows. “I don’t know,” I shrug. “I mean, he was a piece of shit, so maybe I just had a bad experience because of that. But I don’t think anyone here is into that besides him,” I chuckle and shake my head. “And I’m definitely not going back to him. Shit, he’s not even going to school here anymore.” 

Tom draws lazy circles on my knee and takes a drink. “I wouldn’t say nobody . But it is something you should try with someone more experienced.” 

“Maybe,” I shrug and take a drink. “But I just want to make sure I can trust them. I liked it if I’m being honest. At least, I liked it when it first started.” 

“What about it did you like?” Theo prods as he lights a smoke. 

I bite my lower lips and try to remember the things I did like. “Well, I mean, I liked belonging to someone.”

“Anything else?” Reggie lights a smoke, too.

I feel myself blush. “I don’t know, a few things I guess. But you guys don’t wanna hear about it. It’s a little, uh, personal.” 

Tom nudges me to look at him, and when I do, he looks from my lips to my eyes, making me shift in my seat. “We wouldn’t ask if we didn’t want to hear. If you don’t want to share, that’s fine. Just tell us that.”

I nod and suck my bottom lip between my teeth, fidgeting my fingers on top of the table. “I, um,” I clear my throat. “I liked the punishments and being tied up,” my voice comes out as almost a murmur. 

“What punishments?” Theo takes a drag of his smoke, his voice velvety and smooth. 

“Look up when you speak,” Draco leans on the table. 

My breath hitches in my chest at the command, and my body follows it without hesitation, looking right into Draco’s grey eyes. “Spanking,” I swallow. “And this thing called edging. But I also really liked praise, too.” 

“Like being called ‘good girl’ and being told how well you’re doing?” Reggie looks at me with a darkened expression. 

I nod and pull my sleeves down over most of my hands, my fingers still fidgeting. 

Tom pulls my face to him with a finger under my chin. “Use your words.” 

My thighs clench together involuntarily, but for the first time in a long time, I don’t mind it. “Yes, I like those things,” my voice comes out almost in a whisper as I look into his dark brown eyes.

“Mm,” Tom hums with satisfaction. “Good girl.” 

I let out a shuddering breath and close my thighs tighter; my body practically melts under his praise and the others' commands. 

Fuck me. Like, seriously. Jesus fucking Christ. Could these men be any fucking hotter? 

Wait. Did I really just think that?  

I pull myself away from him as the food comes and clear my throat. “So, what do you guys want to do after lunch?” 

“There’s always the shrieking shack,” Draco shrugs. 

I smile and nod. “Sounds fun,” I turn to the others. “You guys okay with that? 

Reggie nods and smiles, and Theo winks over his glass. “Sounds like a date.” 

I shake my head and chuckle. “Alright then.” 

After we finish eating, we all walk down to the shrieking shack. The wind blows especially hard and makes me shiver as we get to the door. I stuff my hands into the pockets of my robes as Tom unlocks the door, and we all step inside. 

The smell of dust and old wood seeps into my nose, making me scrunch it slightly. The ground is littered with old alcohol bottles and upturned tables and chairs line the walls that are covered with peeling paint and wallpaper. “Why do they call it the shrieking shack? Looks more like a place to party.”

Draco moves to stand next to me. “The locals say they hear screams from the ghosts of people who died here. Going back years and years.” 

My eyes widen as I turn to him. “Ghosts? You mean,” I look around. “People died here?” 

Draco chuckles and steps closer to me. “Not from any official records. But that doesn’t mean it’s not true,” he places a hand on my arm. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of ghosts. There are tons in the castle.” 

I shift on my feet, my head still reeling from the conversation we had earlier, and his touch on my arm reminds me of Tom’s on my thigh under the table. “Yeah, but I know those ghosts,” I look up at him before looking over my shoulder, up the staircase, looking for any ghost that may pop out. 

Reggie comes up behind me and places a hand on the small of my back, sending a bolt of pleasant sparks up my spine. “Don’t worry, little lamb. You’re with us,” he brushes my hair out of my face with a finger. 

With us . The thought makes something stir deep in my belly. I can’t quite put my finger on it. Longing? Trust? Desire? Nervousness? Lust ? When I’m around all of them now, the words seem to meld together into something I can’t describe. Making me want more. 

Slut. How could you possibly think of being with all of them? Jesus Christ, you’re single for a few days, and suddenly you want to fuck around with not just two different guys but five ? 

I smile nervously and move away from both of their touches, hugging myself around my waist as I walk through the house. I couldn’t possibly make a move on any of them, not when I can’t even be sure what I’m feeling. McGonagall’s words come back to my mind. 

“They all seem to be quite fond of you. I can’t help but wonder…”

I shake my head as I walk into the tattered and dirty kitchen, long abandoned by any type of cleaning materials. Would it be possible? How would it work? Do they take turns passing me around like some kind of toy? 

Do they share me all at the same time?

I shudder runs through me at the thought. I know talking to them about what I’m into earlier was more than just talk between friends. I think a part of me wanted them to know, to see their reactions and if they’re into that stuff too. I could be crazy; I could be reading into things that don’t exist, but it seemed that they just might be. 

They’ve made jokes about sharing. Granted, it wasn’t me specifically. But now that I think about it, I bite my lower lip. Maybe they did mean me. 

“Are you okay?” Tom comes up behind me, his front brushing against my back, making my breathing hitch in my chest. 

I respond without looking back. “Yes,” I look out of the dusty window that overlooks the path we came down. 

Tom’s breath cascades down my neck, sending a pleasurable shiver through my body as he whispers in my ear. “Are you lying?”

I pull my lower lips between my teeth and nod as I clench my thighs and shift on my feet to hide the action. “Yes.” 

Tom places a hand on my hip and turns me to look up at him. “Tell me what’s going through your mind.” 

I bite the inside of my cheek, weighing my options. I could tell him how I really feel, or I could lie and say it’s something else. Tom tips my face up to look at his. “I could read your mind, but I want you to tell the truth.” 

My heart flutters in my chest, and my lips part to answer him softly. “I… I don’t know how to feel,” it’s not a lie, but it’s not the full truth. 

Tom’s eyes narrow slightly as he seems to gauge what I’m telling him. “How to feel about what? About us? Or something else?”

I nod his finger still under my chin. “Both. I don’t know, I just feel confused.” 

“Do you like how we make you feel?” 

His question catches me slightly off guard and I blink a few times, processing his question. “Yes,” my answer comes out in a whisper. 

“I see,” Tom nods, his eyes darkening. “Do you want more?” 

I nod without thinking. 

“Words, princess.” 

I shift on my feet under his gaze and I feel the heat rise to my cheeks. “Yes.”

“Then why are you confused?” His finger moves from my chin up my jaw, and his fingers brush through my hair. 

“I’m scared of what people will say,” I look up into his eyes. “After everything with—”

Tom presses a finger to my lips, silencing me. “I don’t want to hear his filthy name on your beautiful lips again. You don’t belong to him anymore. You never did.”

His thumb pulls down my bottom lip, and I feel myself shudder. “Then who did I belong to?” 

“Us,” Draco leans against the doorway behind Tom with Theo and Reggie. 

“Always us,” Reggie steps forward. 

Theo smirks and pulls his cigarette to his lips. “And it’s about time we showed you that.” 

My heart flutters, and desire pools deep inside of my stomach. “Here?” 

Tom shakes his head slowly. “No. Not here. I won’t allow you to lay on this filthy floor while we take you,” he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. “We’ll take you back to the castle, lay you out on your bed,” his hand skims the skin of my thigh, brushing the hem of my skirt. “And show you just how good we can make you feel. Show you how we can make you submit, make you want to submit.” 

Tom pulls back and I let out a slow, deep breath, looking at all four of them. Reggie steps forward, takes my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it without breaking eye contact. “That is if you’ll have us.” 

“This is all up to you. It’s your choice, bella,” Theo steps forward, too, as does Draco. 

“Everything is on your terms as it should be,” Draco looks me up and down. 

I only ponder it for a moment. I remember the cave and how something I never expected could be on the other side if I’m only brave enough to walk through. I look at all of them. Could this be my gemstone cave? Could they be my light in the dark, even if they are the dark? 

“I accept.”

Part Seven

[shezzabee]

Ineffable Slices of Life pt. 1

“Ah, there you are.” Aziraphale barged into the room with seemingly no consideration for the passed out demon inside. The bastard.

Said demon groaned — it might have been a plea for help or to be left alone.

“Here I am. You found me,” Crowley said, voice sleep-rough as he flipped on his back. “Gold star, angel.”

Aziraphale closed the door with a soft click, the sound seeming to echo in the quiet room.

Out of the corner of his eye, Crowley watched him as he stood there for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob, his expression a mixture of concern and curiosity. Ask me, Crowley urged silently. Ask me what I’m doing in your bed. Again.

Just when Crowley was about to tell him to sit down, Aziraphale moved towards the bed.

Crowley stilled, but he merely walked past it, and sat down on the armchair near the window.

Far enough away to be socially acceptable, the Aziraphale in his head said, but close enough for pleasant discourse.

Crowley rubbed the meat of his palm over his eyes. He must make quite the picture, splayed out on Aziraphale’s bed, limbs sprawled, his normally perfect red locks devilishly disheveled.

On a normal day, he’d show more decency around Aziraphale. He’d pull down his rucked up shirt, blink the sleep out of his eyes, take care not to leave ring stains on Aziraphale’s centuries old mahogany side-table.

None of the days lately have been normal.

“Drinking alone, I see.” Aziraphale glanced pointedly at the two empty wine bottles.

“Mn, yeah, you were busy. With Jim.” Crowley blinked, bleary-eyed, at his wristwatch. 11:40 am. Plenty of time to continue getting sloshed the rest of the day. Fan-fucking-tastic.

“That was hours ago,” Aziraphale said, frowning slightly.

“You bought him a gift.” Lot of good an exceedingly sulky nap did him, it seemed.

“Well, I thought he’d enjoy it,” Aziraphale said, all puffed up and proud.

“…What was it?” Crowley asked, because clearly he was an idiot who relished in torment.

“Ah, a beautifully bound journal. With a soft leather cover and the most exquisite, high-quality pages. I've included a rather lovely fountain pen as well, with ink that subtly shimmers with intent.”

“You wot,” Crowley turned to look at him, his lips twitched. “you miracled it?”

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It wasn’t a proper miracle. Merely a… helpful suggestion.”

“A suggestion for an amnesiac archangel to write down his deepest and darkest thoughts?”

“That would be playing it rather fast and loose with the term ‘amnesiac’, don’t you think, dear?”

“Does he even know how to write?”

“Well, of course —”

“Not it.”

Aziraphale blinked. “Not it, what?”

“I’m not doing it. I’m not teaching bloody archangel Gabriel who may or may not be faking, how to write. You’re it.”

“No one is it, he knows how to write. I think.”

Crowley blinked at the ceiling, his silence laden with doubt.

“He knows how to read.” Aziraphale pointed out a bit tetchily. “It’s perfectly safe to assume writing is still a skill-set he possesses.”

“’S kinda hard to imagine Gabriel possessing any skills other than being a downright bast —”

“Crowley.” The tone was so chiding, it almost made Crowley want to cough up an apology. Almost.

“Are you really that troubled over it?” Aziraphale asked.

“Nah.” Crowley blinked again (he was doing an awful lot of blinking), the faint brush-strokes on the ceiling were starting to form long-forgotten shapes. Were those symbols? “If he does write something, we could read it.”

“You are incorrigible.”

“Don’t act like that wouldn’t be playing out precisely how you’d hoped.”

“I’m sure I’ve no idea what you mean,” Aziraphale countered primly.

“You might as well have sat him down and ordered him to write everything he remembers, at gunpoint.”

“I would never —!” Hand over his heart, Aziraphale managed to give him a look that was both scandalous and impish.

“Yeah, no, ‘course, a miracled fountain pen that gently coaxes its handler to write whatever comes to mind is a much more ethical approach.”

“It encourages creativity and introspection without any undue influence. Perfect for someone rediscovering themselves.”

Crowley snorted. “Leave it to you to passive-aggressively send his Holy Highness to therapy.”

“Well, sometimes we all need a bit of gentle encouragement, don’t we?”

Crowley’s eyes narrowed, then he pushed himself up on his elbows, giving Aziraphale a look of mock horror. “Therapy, angel? Are you suggesting we go all touchy-feely and introspective? What’s next, group hugs and trust falls?” He shuddered theatrically. “Honestly, you read too many books.”

“You mean to tell me your reaction to all of this has been completely reasonable?”

“Has yours? You’re harboring a fugitive archangel in your bookshop!”

“We’ve been over this. You agreed it was the right thing to do.”

Crowley flopped onto his back, fingers interlaced over his chest. Perhaps if he couldn't see Aziraphale, the fear and anger gnawing at him might stop.

“Unless you didn’t agree,” Aziraphale frowned, lips pursed in displeasure. “But then — why did you come back?”

“You know why,” Crowley suddenly felt a profound weariness, right down to his bones. “Naivety was never your colour, angel.”

The silence that followed felt stifling. Crowley lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. Those were definitely ethereal symbols up there, giving him a proper headache.

He wondered how he was supposed to wriggle out of this mess now. There was no chance he was dancing again. One indignity per century was more than enough to endure.

Finally, Aziraphale said quietly, almost shyly, “Do you want to see your present?”

[stormfall1327]

Do you honestly mean to tell me that I wrote part of a House/Reader fanfic involving Mario Kart that I completely forgot about?! I was going through my Notes on my phone and found a spicy little number that I obviously need to finish. 😬

WIP below:

Fuck.

Second place, again.

No matter how tight your lines, no matter how precise your item management, he managed to beat you. Every damn time.

You flop back into the couch cushions with a groan, hearing him snort in satisfaction next to you.

“You know, sweet cheeks, maybe Mario Kart just isn’t your game.” House glances over at you, eyebrow poignantly raised and a smug smirk plastered to his face. Reaching for his beer, he takes a long pull. Your eyes can’t help but wander to his Adam’s apple, bobbing slowly as he swallows. You suddenly feel the urge to run your tongue along his throat.

“Did you ever stop to think that maybe I was just letting the cripple win?”

He scoffs and rolls his eyes. “Please, after that little display? You’d have an easier time convincing me that Thirteen is straight.”

You roll your eyes in return, suppressing a smile at his jab.

“Hmmm. Well, Gregory House, I’m afraid to inform you that arrogance isn’t your most attractive trait.”

“And what would my most attractive trait be, Y/N? My dashing good looks? My devilish charm? My impressively large co-“

“Ugh, you are absolutely incorrigible!” You stand up from the couch, only to find his long fingers suddenly wrapped around your wrist.

“Where are you going? And also, you didn’t answer my question,” he rumbles, voice low and gravelly. His icy blue eyes twinkle with mischief as he holds you in place, thumb tracing gentle circles on the inside of your wrist.

“I am going to get another beer. Your ego doesn’t need any more stroking,” you state plainly as you lean down to give him a chaste kiss.

“Mmm, speaking of stroking…” he mutters against your lips, grabbing your ass with his free hand to pull you closer.

[allmyhyperfixations]

I don't think that Damian is incapable of being kind or gentle to people, like how he's sometimes portrayed in fandom and canon. Specifically in the context of comforting civilians. I just don't think that he would be bad at it without Dick or Bruce stepping in and helping him learn how to do it properly, since it's an essential part of being Robin.

However, I do think that people are surprised by his kindness, both civilians and his family. Civilians because they've only ever seen this Robin yell, grumble, and snark and they didn't realize he could also be so gentle. Family because Damian is still the grumpy, snooty, occasionally violent kid they know and love 99% of the time, so they weren't expecting him to be so good at comforting victims.

I imagine it might go something like this:

*Some traumatic event happens (rogue attack, assault, mugging, etc)*

Bruce: Robin, go check in with that civilian.

Tim, on comms: B, are you sure that's a good idea?

Jason, also on comms: Yeah, we don't want to traumatize the victim more.

Damian, with the civilian: Are you alright? Are you injured?

Civilian, a little dumbfounded: ...no, I'm not injured. A little shaken, I guess.

Damian: Everything's going to be alright. Emergency services will be along shortly, and they can give you a check up, along with a meeting with a psychologist if you wish.

Civilian, a little teary-eyed now: Okay. Thanks Robin.

Damian: Of course. Would you like some candy? I have a variety you can choose from.

Civilian: Yeah, that'd be nice.

*They keep talking till police/ambulance/whatever arrives, and Damian makes sure they're okay before retreating back to Batman*

Jason: ...Okay, did someone else just hear that or did I get hit with another hallucinogen?

Tim: No, I heard it too.

Jason: Then the fuck was that?

Damian: I am capable of basic decency, Hood.

Jason: Hey, it's surprising! You're usually the epitome of the moody teenager stereotype.

Damian: It's my job, you incorrigible imbecile.

Bruce: Good job, Robin.

Damian: ...Thank you, Batman.

(When Dick is later informed of this moment, he goes on a whole rant of how proud he is of how much Damian has grown, and Damian wants nothing more than to disappear from the face of the Earth.)

[tennessoui]

Hey kit ! Your last fic was a treat, I love sugar baby Obi-wan being spoiled by Anakin !! He deserves it ! Thank you so much for sharing !

For the four words prompt, what about TIIT Obi-wan saying « you’re a menace » to Anakin 😁 ?

hey!! thank you, i'm glad you liked it!!!

this is set in the squick: a/b/o universe of terribly inconvenient, incredibly terrific, a few months after the end!!

(also,,,,,may be posting a 4th chapter/epilogue to that fic this week,,,,,,where obi-wan goes into surprise rut,,,so if you wanna reread to prep/remind yourself,,,,i had to)

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For one blissful, probably pheromone-addled moment, Obi-Wan had really honestly let himself believe that claiming and mating Anakin would somehow make him easier to wrangle. That perhaps the only thing that would have helped during his bratty and incorrigible senior padawan years was a mating bite and some sort of sexual reward system for good behavior.

He’d even tricked himself into feeling quite optimistic about the whole thing. He’d never particularly envisioned himself as a mated alpha, but he’d thought it could be agreeable, when the omega he was mated to was also the same person who turned out to be the love of his life.

He’d really honestly thought that mating the brat would make his life much easier, and not even because of any of the stereotypical alpha tricks and dynamics nonsense always purported by the galactic holos and media. He hadn’t thought he could scruff Anakin into obedience or that he’d ever want to use that commanding alpha tone on him to make him fall in line.

Obi-Wan isn’t that sort of alpha. 

Obi-Wan would rather die than ever become that sort of alpha. 

But they’d admitted their love to each other in the wake of Anakin’s heat, in the precious few moments before they’d bonded. 

Weren’t you supposed to want to make the person you loved’s life easier? As a general rule of thumb?

Apparently no one’s told Anakin this.

“You’re a menace,” Obi-Wan says, and his tone is supposed to be flat, unimpressed, but it comes out almost awed. 

Anakin preens from behind the bars of his jail cell. He goes back to looking surly a second later though, like it’s his resting demeanor.

“Two planetary incidents in one fucking day,” Obi-Wan continues, still trying to wrap his head around…this. He starts pacing, because pacing usually helps. “The Vun and the Jael peoples hate each other, Anakin. They’ve not agreed on anything for the past two thousand years, hence the entire civil war. And yet in the span of one day, you’ve managed to unite them behind one thing. Hatred for you.”

Anakin bears his teeth, air spiking with the scent of—of—sticky sap.

“Are you—sorry, are you aroused?”

“No!” Anakin scowls and shifts from his seat on the jail cell bed. His cheeks are flushed though, and he can’t maintain eye contact with him.

“You are,” Obi-Wan says slowly, the awe accidentally slinking its way back into his voice. “Do you know how many hours of my night I just spent negotiating for your release and our safe passage off Vu/Jaelo? Too many to fucking count, Anakin. I am furious with you.”

Anakin shifts again as if he can’t help it. “Yeah?”

“Force,” Obi-Wan rubs a hand over his beard with a shake of his head. “Both sides wanted to kill you, Anakin—the only reason they didn’t is because they couldn’t agree on how.”

“No,” Anakin says and Obi-Wan’s eyes narrow.

“Oh, I assure you they did. It took all of dinner to convince them not to—why are you aroused, Anakin? This is neither the time nor the place!”

He doesn’t mean to raise his voice, as Anakin never responds well to yelling, but he’s feeling his own instinctual response to Anakin’s arousal stirring in his stomach. His omega is wet and Obi-Wan just spent twenty odd hours defending him and protecting him aand the alpha inside his chest is clawing at the bars of its cage to take his reward. 

Obi-Wan automatically starts on a very reliable breathing exercise, but it just pulls more of Anakin’s scent into his lungs, which is so distracting that he doesn’t even realize he’s stopped regulating or counting his breaths all together and is just standing half a step away from his omega’s prison cell, mouth open and watering.

Had he really ever, actually thought that his life would get easier after mating Anakin?

What a fool he’d been.

“Not knowing how wasn’t the only thing that stopped them,” Anakin says, rising from his cot to press himself against the jail bars. “You did. You’d be a pretty shit alpha if you let your omega get killed over a little diplomatic misunderstanding.”

Obi-Wan feels his lips pull back into a snarl. “I should put you on your knees,” he hears himself say as if someone else were growling the words. How can Anakin affect him so much, so easily? Half the time they’re together now after their mating, he feels like he’s coming undone, like he’s two seconds away from being swallowed by his instincts to take. To possess.

 “You could,” Anakin agrees. “You’re my alpha. You could order me to do anything, and I would. You could tell me to kneel in that tone, and I’d drop for you. I wouldn’t be able to help it. My body would listen because it knows it’s yours.”

“I’d never,” Obi-Wan says, horrified by the very thought, and then doubly so when he’s hit by the idea that perhaps Anakin is expecting him to do so, has been waiting for it to happen, for Obi-Wan to snap and—and abuse him. He’s stepping forward to cradle Anakin’s cheek through the prison bars.

For the first time since they mated, Obi-Wan wonders if they should have. If he could ever be a good enough alpha for Anakin, when he’s never going to be able to stop being his master.

And being Anakin’s master historically has meant a lot of nagging and berating and attempts at controlling.

But as his alpha, the nagging and the berating and the attempts at control…Anakin must have worried Obi-Wan might actually control him, use the alpha command, force him into compliance.

Anakin presses his cheek against the palm of Obi-Wan’s hand, practically nuzzling him. “I know,” he murmurs. “Of course I know, Obi-Wan. You’re the best alpha in the entire galaxy.”

Something settles in Obi-Wan’s chest at this admission, and he watches as his thumb strokes along the edge of the scar over Anakin’s cheek. “Best omega,” he replies rather nonsensically as the omega in question is currently standing behind prison bars after causing a round of serious diplomatic incidents.

“Don’t lie,” Anakin admonishes with a smile. His cheeks crease with the force of it.

“My omega,” Obi-Wan corrects himself, and Anakin lets out a noise that can only be described as a purr. He goes through the motions of unlocking the cell and is rewarded with Anakin in his arms, cold nose rubbing over the mating bite on Obi-Wan’s neck.

“I knew,” Anakin mumbles several hours ater after he’s thoroughly scented all of Obi-Wan, and they’re laying on their sheets, basking in the afterglow of sex that has yet to lose its electric and heady magic.

Obi-Wan hums to show he’s listening, but most of his attention is focused on the arduous task of stroking his fingers through Anakin’s soft hair, from root to tip over and over again.

“But I had to make sure,” Anakin continues, and it must be important because his scent goes sharp with nerves and he props himself up on Obi-Wan’s chest. “So. Sorry. You know. About the last few months.”

Obi-Wan blinks, eyebrows furrowing as he tries to think past his sex haze to what Anakin is saying. “You had to make sure,” he repeats.

“Yeah,” Anakin’s hair has fallen down across his forehead. He bites his lip. “I knew you’d never really command me or, you know. Be like that. But—but I just needed to make sure.”

“Wait,” Obi-Wan says. “Sorry, just—are you saying that you—for the past few months you’ve been so awful and incorrigible on purpose? You were testing me to—what, see if I’d snap?”

Anakin shrugs with one shoulder, looking torn between stubborn and sheepish. “I’d never known you as an alpha, just as my master. I needed to see for sure that you’d—you’d be an alpha I could trust as much as I trust my master.”

���Healer Che gave me meds to help with the migraines you’ve been giving me,” Obi-Wan says flatly. “She didn’t even question why I’d need them. You’ve been a menace. You poured soup on the lap of the Queen from Balion. You stole every left footed boot I own and hid them around the ship. You told the cook that my favorite food was ushral paste and to use it in everything. I despise the taste of ushral. You know that.”

“Well,” Anakin sniffs. “Tastes can change.”

“I’ve spent ninety-seven days wanting to throttle you.”

“Well,” Anakin clears his throat. “I’ve spent the last ninety-seven days falling more and more in love with you. Because of how you’ve—because you’ve never—you never snapped. You never commanded me to stop. You just went all Master on me.”

“All Master on you.”

“Yeah, like. I’m very disappointed in your antics, padawan, if you want to behave like a child, I’m sure we can find a spare cot for you in the creche—”

“I never said that,” Obi-Wan protests, because even at his most annoyed with Anakin, he never even considered sending him away.

“You practically did,” Anakin shrugs with his other shoulder. “But I would have deserved it. I was being awful.”

“Agreed,” Obi-Wan says. “I think I understand though.” “Of course you do,” Anakin drops down to rest his head on his chest again.

Obi-Wan lets the quiet envelop them again, resuming his Force-given job of scratching at his omega’s scalp gently. “So you’ll stop then, right? No more tests?”

“No more tests,” Anakin says. “You’re a good alpha.”

“Excellent,” Obi-Wan replies. Then with a bit of a grin he can’t keep off his face if he tried, “and I can’t wait to see you attempt being a good omega.”

Anakin bites him. 

It’s only partially well-deserved.

[rwac96]

Oh, they fuckin'.

Shallot: Hey, you alright? *holds out his hand*

Weiss: *on the ground, exhales* I'm fine, aside from wounded pride. *grabs the Saiyan's hand*

Yang: *grins* Oh, they fuckin'.

Blake: *blinks, raising an eyebrow* What? No, he's just helping her up.

Yang: *shakes her head* Trust me, KitKat, they're fuckin'.

~

Weiss: *sitting across Shallot* How many times have I told you, the phrase is 'Silver Spoon' not 'Silver Fork'. Get it right!

Shallot: *scoffs* Jeez, sorry, Princess.

Weiss: Ugh. *rolls her eyes* You're incorrigible.

Shallot: Heh, that I am. *thinking* 'The hell does that word mean?'

Yang: See, Blakey, they are fuckin'.

Blake: *groans* Yang, Weiss does that to you all the time.

Yang: But she didn't correct him, Blake. She didn't do the 'it's Heiress actually' on him.

Blake: *rolls her eyes* And people say I read too much into things.

~

Jacques: You have some nerve bringing these delinquents here, Weiss.

Yang: Fuck you too, douche.

Jacques: But you continue to embarrass the Schnee name by bringing this brute here!

Shallot: Says the prick who married into it.

Weiss: Plus, only I get to call him 'brute', Father.

Blake: *ears twitch, raising her brows* Oh.

Yang: Well~?

Blake: Oh, they're fuckin'.

Yang: Definitely fuckin'~.

[cloudbattrolls]

Boy Talk

TW for allusions to sexual harassment.

Jikiro Takami & Jameth Abnale | Takami Estate | Present Night

Jamie didn’t go over to the Takami estate as much these nights, with his steadfast refusal to see Ashe at all, but Jikiro had assured him the jadeblood was too busy with work and classes to come by at the moment.

Jikiro had, seconds after him stepping through the portal, immediately told him they were having a talk about Railey. The midblood insisted his kismesis sit down for it as the kookaburra troll squinted at him through his glasses. Jikiro himself sat on a plush armchair in his hive, one Dearth had picked out during the great redecoration. 

“Why? What about him?” The blueblood’s ears flicked, annoyed and baffled. “He’s fine. What do you have to bother me about? You’re getting along with Crimew, aren’t you? Isn’t she helping you with some translations?” 

“Yeah, she’s cool, it’s nothing to do with her.” The tealblood said, shaking his head. “It’s Railey. When are you gonna realize he has a thing for you red?”

The blueblood sputtered laughing.

“When am I going to realize the moons are actually purple and gray?” He shot back snidely. “So he’s a flirt. That doesn’t mean he’s in flush with me.”

“Hasn’t he basically asked you to fuck, like, five times.” Said Jikiro bluntly. “At least according to Crimew.”

“He’s teasing.” Said Jamie dismissively. “I can tell he means his compliments, very nice of him, but that doesn’t make me special. He probably treats everyone he sleeps with that way, it’s how he gets laid, I imagine. He’s a good sort.”

Jikiro sighed. “You are determined to be blind, huh. The fuck are those glasses for if you can’t see what’s right in front of you?”

Jamie rolled his two-tone eyes. “There is nothing. I am not stupid enough to think a man that pretty is interested in me. What on Alternia even gave you that idea?” 

“Uhhh, it’s obvious? Wake up, dumbass. Also, he really likes you. Really likes you as a person, and he thinks you’re hot.” 

The cobalt looked quite done.

“‘Hot’ and ‘cripple’ don’t go well in the same sentence, Jiji.” Jamie said, with an irritated flick of his ears. “A wobbly broken body - especially a bony, flat one - is not attractive to someone like that. It’s just not. Everyone knows tha - ack!”

Jikiro got up and walked over, scooping up his kismesis to kiss him all over his face and neck as the blueblood wriggled around in his grip.

“And what do you think you’re doing? Let me -“

“Let you what?” Asked Jikiro teasingly. 

Jamie stared at him, glasses slightly fogged up, and leaned over to bite the tip of his kismesis’s nose. Jikiro laughed even as a bit of teal blood ran down his face and used one of his hands to wipe it off, then ran it through Jamie’s hair, gently tousling the curls.

His wrist was gripped with iron strength; the spindly kookaburra troll was still a highblood, after all. 

“Put that down.” He muttered, almost gently, and Jikiro amiably let him guide his hand to the cushion…before falling back on the couch and taking Jamie with him as the cobalt let out a squawk, releasing the midblood’s arm.

“Incorrigible.” Sniffed the smaller man, rolling off his quadrant and lying on the gray piece of furniture.

“Yeah, and you like it.” Countered the ink maker smugly.

“I don’t see what this has to do with our conversation.”

Jikiro rolled his teal and black eyes.

“Hot’s different to everyone, Jamie, you know that. I think what just happened was hot, but some pitch couples wouldn’t be down for it.”

The freckled man sighed deeply. 

“What would a drone, with his perfectly designed body, want with me, who had a flawed one before my spine ever got smashed? He clearly gets around, and good for him! Railey deserves it. But there’s absolutely no reason he would be flush for me.”

Jikiro put a hand to his face in frustration. “Because he’d want more than sex from you? Fucking duh. Flush is about more than that and you know it, you little dipshit, you’re just being dense on purpose now.”

Jamie gritted his teeth. “That man clearly needs tenderness. Support. I can do those, but they’re hardly my strong point. Besides - there’s a lot he doesn’t know about me. Even assuming he does feel that way, I’d probably just alienate him if he learned more about my past, or even my present, goodness knows. 

And in regards to…well, that…” he sighed, looking very tired, ears drooping.

“We both know how I am, Jiji.” He said quietly. “I can’t match up to a regular man. I can be as clever, charming and anything else as I like…but I will always have my limits in bed. Not to mention how I look without my shirt on.”

“Hot?” Offered Jikiro, cheerful.

Jamie snorted.

“Ah yes, feel my ribs and count my endless freckles, aren’t I just a walking temptation?” He retorted, sarcastic, then got tugged upwards by one of his kismesis’s hands as the other went to undo his shirt’s buttons.

“Oh why not, I don’t need that, not like I’ll get cold or anything, you great fat idiot.” He commented snidely, but made no move to stop the tealblood.

Jikiro gave a sharp-toothed grin as he kept undoing the buttons. “See, that’s always funny coming from the guy who never complains about having plenty of me. The opposite, usually.”

“Hmph!” Replied the cobalt, pointy nose in the air as he snootily avoided his spade’s gaze, his pale blue shirt now carelessly tugged off and cast aside.

Then Jikiro got up and…went to bring back a full-length mirror? He learned it directly across from where they’d been sitting, propping it up against the wall.

Jamie blinked. That wasn’t how this usually went.

Jikiro sat back down and gently took Jamie’s chin in one hand. The bird troll played along, uncertain where this was going.

“Look in the mirror, Jamie.” The tanuki troll said, firmly.

The blueblood squirmed, his expression reluctant. 

“Look.” It was a command now, with a hardness the midblood rarely expressed, but the highblood knew better than to deny it.

Unwillingly, the bird troll looked.

He saw what he always did in the glass. A man who was supposed to have died, or else lived as a laughingstock, a pathetic imitation of what a real blueblood was. He supposed in some ways, Coloth had gotten his wish.

He instinctively covered his chest with his arms, until Jikiro gently tugged them back.

“Nah. Look at yourself. Skinny, sure. What’s wrong with that? You’re all nice and petite. Your freckles are cute. They’re like -“

“ - stars.” Jamie finished quietly. It wasn’t the first time Jikiro had said it to him. He wished he could believe it. 

They sat there in silence for a moment.

“It isn’t bad.” He said quietly. “I just…it’s not what bluebloods are expected to be. Tall. Strong. Or lean and quick. Or beautiful, with perfectly curved faces and clear skin. That’s what people like…that’s what they expect. A powerful noble, capable of leading lower castes.”

“Get over yourself.” Jikiro snorted. “So you’re not some classic buff blueblood guy. Big whoop. You’re never gonna be one, Jamie, you’re not stupid enough to think you will either.”

The kookaburra troll opened his mouth, but the ink maker continued. “You know damn well I was expected to not be fat. Oh he’s a guy, too bad, but we’ll forgive him a little if he loses weight, Izanam said. You were so good at getting mad at her for her bullshit and then you turn right around and say all this stupid shit about yourself.”

Jamie squirmed, knowing his kismesis had a point and hating it. The tanuki troll chuckled.

“Why are you so scared?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jamie murmured. “The one time - the one time I went for it, I - ”

He couldn’t speak of it. Even after several sweeps, the shame was too great.

Jikiro’s face softened.

“You gotta stop beating yourself up for that, Jamie.” He said, firm but gentle. “Sure, what you tried to do was shitty. But you stopped.”

“Only because he made me.” The kookaburra muttered. “I was…I was just as awful as him, let’s be honest. The only reason I didn’t was because he stopped me…because he could stop me easily…and then…”

His throat seized up. It didn’t seem to matter how long it had been. The memories welled up like poison in his mouth.

“Hey. Look at me.”

Dully, the kookaburra troll did, all will to resist gone.

“You tried to do something bad, sure. You got yourself in a dumb fucking situation and it was a damn good thing I interrupted. But he basically taunted you into it, made you think it was fine. Then you didn’t try to fight him when he stopped you, yeah? Plus, he could’ve just walked away. Could’ve walked out and ended it right there, and he sure as shit didn’t do that.”

Jamie didn’t speak.

“You were a stupid kid who thought it was how you were supposed to flirt, thought it was the only way you’d get attention. He knew what he was doing the whole time, and I’ll never fucking forgive him for what he did, or what he said to you.”

“It wasn’t even all that awful.” The kookaburra troll murmured, but he could remember every word of it, despite the far worse harassment he had heard over the sweeps.

Come on, Jamie, you can’t think I was serious. Even if it weren’t for the crutches, you’re a bit ugly, you know? But it’s okay. I’m going to do you a favor. 

He’d heard far crueler things than simply being called ‘a bit ugly.’ It still stung, stupidly, almost worse than what the man had actually done. At least he hadn’t gotten very far before Jikiro had showed up, the usually placid tanuki troll yelling at them both fit to crack the heavens.

Yet at the time, along with feeling angry and cheated, he’d quietly been slightly, perversely grateful that at least he’d been worthy of some sort of attention. 

It was so…so hard to think someone who wasn’t Jiji might…could actually be sincere.

Even if Railey did mean it, would he stay interested, if he ever knew? Ever learned Jamie was damaged goods in ways besides the obvious?

That was deeply unlikely.

It was more realistic to think it wasn’t so. 

But how did he feel? A voice in him rose up unbidden. Did he want Railey?

Shut up, shut up, the highblood told himself. He liked Helios, safely remote, not within reach, entirely uninterested in him. Never any danger of reciprocation.

“Jamie, you good?” 

Jikiro’s voice was distant, despite being right next to him. The cobalt looked up blearily to see his spade’s eyes filled with concern. 

“Good enough, I think.” He murmured. “Good enough. I’m…tired. I’m sorry. I need to sleep. Can I have my shirt back?”

Jikiro went over to get it, then put it back on the kookaburra troll and kissed his forehead, settling him into the couch and turning on its heating elements. 

Jamie slept deeply, and was glad he didn’t dream.