#just terrible power dynamics all over the place

[shih-coulda-had-it]

2 I with Sorahiko, All for One and Machia

big guys

[bbkoolkatz]

⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　mama... I fucked a criminal! k. bakugo!

pairing: prisoner katsuki x prison guard reader!

cw: porn with plot? female reader, explicit adult content, strong sexual themes, profanity, power dynamics, imprisoned!katsuki!, verbal teasing and taunting, consensual sexual acts, embarrassment, spanking, groping, mentions of getting caught! reader discretion is advised.

2.3k+ words!

MDNI!!!

there was nothing that really got to you. you've grown used to the criminals in their cells telling you all the nasty things they'd do to you, if you let them out or if you came in. but it never hit your skull like the way his words did...

"oi, sweets, y' just gonna stand there all day, or y' gonna come in 'n keep me comp'ny?" him —the man behind the reinforced glass, infamous traitor, the explosive ex-hero Dynamight—

you didn't even glance at him, staring straight ahead at the blank wall across from you. you knew better than to feed into his games. yet, somehow... he always managed to get under your skin.

"silent treatment, huh?" he mocked, words rolling off his tongue oh so smoothly. " 's fine. I can talk enough fer both of us." it's like second nature to him with how often he taunted you, feeding off of every little reaction you gave.

you clenched your jaw, refusing to let his words phase you. It had been like this every shift since they assigned you to guard this cell where, the Dynamight, was locked away, and for reasons you couldn't fathom, it was your job to keep him in line.

"yer real cute when yer all serious, y'know that?" he drawled, the grin in his voice clear even if you refused to look. "bet yer just dyin' t' say somethin' t' me."

your grip on your firearm tightened. "shut up."

his laughter was low and raspy, echoing off the cell walls. "oh, there she isss. knew you couldn't resist me, sweets."

you turned your head slightly, glaring at him through the glass. his orange jumpsuit was tight on his arms, veins bulging from them, his blond spikes of hair messier than usual, hanging right above his crimson eyes, that sparkled with mischief. he was lounging on the narrow bed in his cell like he didn't have a care in the world, one arm draped behind his head as he smirked at you.

"don't call me that," you snapped.

"what, sweets?" he teased, leaning forward just enough to rest his elbows on his knees. "would ya' prefer somethin' else? Doll? Babe? Honey? y' gotta tell me what gets ya goin', princess."

your face burned, and you turned away quickly, cursing yourself for reacting, as you squeezed your thighs together. you could feel his gaze like a physical weight on your back, and you knew he was loving every second of it.

"aw don' be like that," he cooed, voice softer but no less taunting. "yer my only entertainment in this place. least y' could do is let me have some fun."

"this isn't fun," you muttered, trying to sound firm, but all he heard was, cute... "this is my job."

"n' yer real good at it, too," he goaded, standing and moving closer to the glass where you stood. "but yer not exactly subtle, y'know." he teased, "I see the way yer hands shake when I talk t' ya', the way yer cheeks get all red." and he glaced down your body, "n' the way those fuckin' thighs squeeze t'gether... y' like it, don'tcha?"

you spun around to face him, your heart pounding in your chest. "I do not."

he grinned wider, pressing his palm flat against the glass. "yer a terrible liar, princess."

the way he said it, so smug and self-assured, made you want to scream. but you knew that's exactly what he wanted. he thrived on your frustration, on the little cracks in your composure, even if he only saw it for a split second.

"shift exchange." a voice crackled over the speaker, clipped and monotonous.

you exhaled a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding, turning your gaze back to the glass. katsuki's smirk was nothing short of devilish as he leaned against the barrier, his perfectly crimson eyes locking onto yours like a predator savoring his prey.

"that's my cue," you muttered, hoping the tremor in your voice wasn't as obvious as it felt.

"aww, don' look so disappointed," he drawled, "yer playin' with my feelin's here." his tone was mocking but dangerously, dangerously smooth. "i'll be right here, waitin' for ya, sweets. same time, same place. maybe next time, i'll even sweeten the deal fer ya."

you rolled your eyes, stepping back as another guard arrived to relieve you. his eyes followed you as you left, grin widening when you hesitated at the door.

"don' forget about me, sweetcheeks," he rasped, voice dripping with amusement. "i'll be thinkin' of ya."

you didn't look back. how could you forget about him? you spent months guarding his ass... your boots echoed against the cold floor as you walked away, but his words followed you, curling around and suffocating you like smoke.

you rubbed your temples. katsuki had this uncanny ability to irritate you, to pick apart your defenses with uncanny precision. and it was maddening.

yet… there was a heat that refused to dissipate, a knot forming in your lower belly that you couldn't quite shake. the sound of his voice replaying in your mind like a broken record.

"get a grip," you muttered to yourself, but even as you said it, you knew it wouldn't be that simple. there was already an itch he created inside you... 'cause he was as far under your skin as he could get, and he wasn't leaving anytime soon...

the other day, they called you in early, for god knows what reason, and he hasn't shut his mouth from the moment he saw you, till now.

"why don'tcha just admit it?" he teased, in almost a purr as he leaned his head on the glass... "admit y' like the way I talk t' ya... the way I look at yer ass in those tight pants... admit y' thought about openin' this door and lettin' me—"

"that's enough." you cut him off, your voice sharper than you intended. and you took a deep breath, trying to ease the ache he made you feel in the pit of your stomach, "you're wasting your breath."

"am i?" he asked, tilting his head, leaning forward, and studying you like you were the most interesting thing he'd ever seen.

you tilted your head in the opposite direction and subconsciously leaned closer... like you were leaning in for a kiss, "yes..." you whispered, fogging the glass with the heat of your breath.

-

"i've fucked ya' a hundred times over in my head," he leaned over and groaned in your ear, "watching yer uniform hug them pretty fuckin' thighs instead o' me..." he smacked your plump ass and smirked when it rippled under his palm, plowing himself into you, scratching that itch he embedded deep in your cunt.

"such a pretty fuckin' thing aren't ya," he prodded, landing another stinging smack on the reddened flesh that he couldn't stop grabbing at. his fingers dug into the curve of your waist, pressing you down on the soft material of the makeshift mattress he spent all day and night on, thinking about fucking you.

the sounds of your squelching cunt filled his cell as his hips thwacked mindlessly into yours. and the salty sting of tears pricked at your eyes, as he had you bent over the edge of the platform jutting out from the wall, that he'd called his bed.

"i needa know, sweetcheeks," he huffed, "di'ja fuck yerself t' me when y' left?" and the feeling of him pumping his fat cock inside you stopped...

you hesitantly nodded, whining under him, as a series of incoherent babbles fell through your lips. "use yer words, baby." he encouraged, grinding his hips against you.

you turned away from him, soft moans leaving your throat, "m-mhmm," you whimpered, hoping he'll take that answer... he didn't... smack!

"uh-uhh babe," he goaded, "words, not whimpers." he slowly pulled his length out of your drippy pussy, running two fingers up and down between your lips.

"ahh- y-yes, hah," you whispered, burying your face into his pillow, to hide your embarrassment.

" 'm not hearin' ya baby, louder." he slapped your puffy clit, rubbing his fingers harder and faster between your sloppy folds.

... how did you end up here? well...

"c'mon sweets, jus' confess. promise I won' tell anyone," he playfully pouted, leaning on the barrier between you both, with an arm over his head as he looked down at you.

"you're insufferable," you muttered, turning back to face the dirty white wall.

"maybe," he said, laughing softly. "but ya can't get enough of it."

you tried to focus on your breathing, on calming the rapid beating of your heart sending throbs between your legs, on anything but the man behind you. but then he spoke again, his voice quieter this time.

"y'know," he said, "y' should loosen up a little. let yerself have a bit o' fun. life's too short to be so uptight, sweets."

you refused to respond, refused to give him the satisfaction. but his words lingered and replayed in your brain.

after a long pause, he chuckled again, the sound softer but no less infuriating. "i'll break through that wall o' yers eventually. n' when I do, yer not gonna know what hit ya'."

"keep dreaming." you said, your voice steady despite the heat still burning in your cheeks.

"oh I will." he replied, and you could hear the grin behind his words. "n' guess what? yer always the star o' the show."

now you're here, a pretty little mess pressed up under him as the tip of cock prods at your sopping wet entrance. " 'm not hearin' ya dollface," he crooned, pushing just his fat tip in and out of you, "won' put it back in 'til ya say it loud and clear f'me."

"mh- yes! alright! hah~" you groaned, frustrated with yourself that you gave into him, that he had this kind of hold on you... that it felt sooo fucking good when his veiny cock was stretching your tight pussy out...

"yes what? baby?" he sinks himself into you, inch by painstaking inch, stretching you open again.

"ahg- yes, I touch myself -hngh- thinkin' 'bout you..." your whining was music to his ears, hearing those words fall through your saliva covered lips, only making him grow harder inside you. smack! if only you could see how fucking hot you were as you looked back at him while he thrusted into your aching cunt.

"atta girl~" he grunted, with sloppy thrusts, hands bruising your hips with the hot grip he had on them. you reached a hand back trying to pry them off, but he grabbed your wrist, holding it hostage, using it to plow deeper into you. "don' try t' get my hands off." smack! "been watchin' y' through that fuckin' glass -ugh- fer too fuckin' long fer me t' not leave a few marks."

"shift exchange." . . . fuck. . .

"oh this is gonna be fuckin' sweet." he drawled, dragging you over to the same glass wall that separated you from him, "how long d'ya think we got 'til someone comes in?" he teased, grabbing handfuls of your tits as he rammed you into the glass.

"m-'bout, 5 -hngh- minutes?" you moaned, "l-less?- ahh~" rubbing at your wet sensitive clit.

"want me to stop?" he purred, sucking on the soft of your neck, pinching your perky nipples, "y'could come back t'mo-"

"no!" you gasped, repeatedly shaking your head, desperation taking you over, "please... i-i'm close..."

"didn't take ya fer such a freak sweetcheeks," he mused, using your neck to pull you back, for him to lock his lips with yours, his tongue shoving past yours to explore every crevice of your mouth, and by fuck, you're sweet as hell... you were driving him more insane than he already was.

he didn't care if anyone came in and saw him fucking your brains out and apparently, neither did you... kinda... all he cared for, was making you cum, whining and crying on his throbbing dick. "if ya' beg nice enough maybe i'll let ya'."

"huh?" you groaned, hasn't he embarrassed you enough already? no. "i'm not gonna-"

"'pretty pretty pretty please', 's all y' gotta say princess," he whispered, slowing his thrusts. "n' I'll make sure you cum all over my cock."

you groaned, trying to shove yourself back into him, and he chuckled at your attempt, firmly holding you in place, "mmh- p-pretty, pretty, pretty please?" a single tear fell down your cheek. "please make me cum!" he lapped at your cheek savoring the salty taste of the tears that followed the first.

"good girl~" he cooed, picking up his pace once more, drinking in each moan he fucked out of you, throwing in some of his own grunts and growls. he snaked his hand down your body, to rub and pinch at your swollen pleasure button, bringing you closer to climax.

" 'm c-cumming! ffuck!~" you clenched around him, feeling each ridge and vein of his pulsing hot dick and your legs gave out from under you as he rode you through your high. the only thing keeping you from falling to the cold floor was his toned body pressing yours into the glass, with your tits squished between his pair of musclebound arms. his head dropped to rest in the crook of your neck, as he heaved a series of pleasure filled curses.

"on your feet," he rasped, finally pulling away and out of you, making you whine a little with how abrupt he was, "ya' needa put yer uniform back on," he grinned, picking it up off the floor to throw it at you. " 'm keepin' these." his hands held up the little fabric of your underwear as he shoved them into his jumpsuit.

"huh? i need those!" you complained, reaching to get them back only for him to pull you into another tongue hungry kiss, leaving a string of saliva when he pulled away.

he licked the plump surface of your now pink lips, "i need 'em more, sweetcheeks." and he left one last smack on your sore ass before you got dressed and your shift ended... ꨄ

didn't know how to end it... :/ mlist

[azrielbrainrot]

My Body Keeps Saying it's Yours

Pairing: Rhysand x Reader

Description: Some foolish males try to seduce you and Rhysand decides to show them who you belong to.

Warnings: Smut, Exhibitionism, Slight Dom/Sub dynamic, Abuse of power, Darker themes (not that much but just to be safe)

Word Count: 4304

Rating: 18+

Notes: This is just smut, couldn't get Rhys off my mind and this happened. Also I'm terrible with titles I'm so sorry. Enjoy!

You were making your way to your husband's office slowly. It wasn't that unusual for Rhys to ask you to come to his office in the middle of the day, you've shown up out of the blue so many times, for reasons as simple as finding a nice place for a nap or for a quickie on his desk, but something about the tone of his voice has you a bit nervous to find out what he's up to today.

Your suspicions are proven true when you open the door to find two males sitting on the sofa in the corner of his office, tied up in chains and, from the looks of it, under some sort of silencing spell, as they kept opening and closing their mouths to no avail, not being able to make a single sound. Their eyes were open wide in fear, almost begging you with their expression to help them.

You look back to your husband for an explanation but you find him sitting at his desk with a serene smile on his face, as if nothing was out of the ordinary. After a few moments of seeing you frozen in the middle of the office looking between the sofa and him, Rhys finally gets up, walking around his desk to stand in front of you.

“Welcome, my love.” He bends down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, still acting like this is a completely normal occurrence. At this proximity, you can, however, make out a glint in his violet eyes, one you know too well, one that promises trouble.

“What are they doing here, Rhys?” He merely keeps smiling down at you, running his thumb over your plush bottom lip. “What's going on?”

“I've never thought of myself as particularly lenient,” he starts with a sigh and traces a path down your jaw to the column of your throat, then wraps his hand fully around your neck, not pressing down, just holding you possessively, “but it seems some people still need to be reminded not to covet my things.” The new information has you frowning, looking back at the tied up males to try to make sense of it. “We're going to show them exactly who you belong to, darling.”

You remember now. These two males were invited to a banquet up in the House of Wind last weekend, just like so many of the more notable merchants in Velaris were. The economy in the city was thriving and Rhys thought it would be a good idea to celebrate the fae working hard to make that happen. The party lasted almost all night, which was to be expected in Velaris. Towards the end of the night, while Rhys followed through with his duties and entertained everyone in the room, you sneaked off to a quieter place for a moment to unwind. Azriel had sneaked off hours ago so you decided it was only fair that you got a break as well.

Unfortunately, two males, the ones present, had gotten too drunk or were just incredibly dumb and decided it was a good idea to try to seduce you, their High Lord's wife, in his own house. You tried not to cause a scene at the time, only slapping one of them and leaving Cassian to throw them out, but when you got back to the party, Rhys had immediately knocked at your mental walls to see what happened. You managed to convince him not to ruin the night for everyone and calm him down, showing him they hadn't actually done anything besides a few crude remarks.

Later that night, he had made it up to you, even apologizing for letting this happen. Of course you told him it wasn't his fault but you should have known your scheming High Lord wouldn't leave things at that. With a sigh you open your mind to him so hopefully he can show you what's going through his.

Do you trust me, darling? You'd be offended he even had to ask if you weren't so apprehensive about this situation. Every time you think you have a good read on his thoughts, he surprises you.

With anything. His answering smirk almost has you wishing to take the words back. He leans back against the edge of the desk, never breaking eye contact, and pulls you with him by your waist. Dropping a soft kiss to your lips, a kiss you know the meaning of too well. It's a reminder of sorts, of how much he loves you.

Your eyes move from his to the cowering males still tied up on the sofa. You have a feeling you know what he's about to do, what he wants to show them but you've never had an audience before. You can't help the anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

Do you want me to stop? You bite your lip and look back at him. You've never really thought about the possibility of anyone watching you in such a compromising position, but you don't think you're opposed to it at all. They won't do anything more than watch and you know Rhys will fix this if it all goes wrong anyway, one way or another.

No.

The look on his face as he leans down to kiss you again should be illegal, satisfaction and anticipation glowing beautifully on his features. This time there's nothing chaste about the kiss, it's nothing short of passionate. He's unhurried in his movements, letting himself taste you properly. I need you to be good for me now.

Breaking away from the consuming kiss, Rhys pushes you off him carefully to pick up one of the chairs by his desk. He carries it to the middle of the room and sets it back down so the confused males have a great view of it, sitting on it with spread legs, like a king on his throne.

He looks over to where you're standing and holds out a hand, you take it without hesitation, letting him guide you until you're standing in between his legs, with your back to them. You look down to his lap, taking notice of the bulge already waiting for you. He holds onto your waist to get your attention back on him.

“Take everything off first, my love.” You'd probably jump off the window to your left if he asked it in that tone of voice of his. You kick your shoes off first, slowly, while looking straight into his eyes. You know he has the power in this situation but you can't help but tease him at least a little, it'd be no fun if you just followed his every word blindly. He raises an eyebrow at the delay but he knows you too well, knows you don't really mean it.

The simple black dress drops to the floor soon after, leaving you only in your violet lacy panties. He seemed pleased at your choice, reaching out a hand to run his fingers over the hem of your undergarments. You thought he would be when you bought them, you just never imagined anyone else would see them. You suppose they help the point he's trying to make - a happy coincidence.

“I said everything.” You hook both your thumbs on each side of the panties and drag them down your legs slowly, making a show of bending down, letting your chest fall right into his line of sight. As you hear a gasp behind you, you remember they're also getting a show. The thought has you wanting to play into Rhys' idea even more, show them you'd never think of letting them touch you.

“Should I throw this at them?” You taunt as you dangle the piece of fabric from your index finger.

“No,” he reaches out for it and puts it in his pocket, “They don't get to smell how wet you are for me.” His words make you realize that you can't smell them at all, Rhys put up a shield between you. The possessive bastard.

“What will you have me do now, High Lord?” You know all too well exactly what he wants. Still, hearing him order you through it sounds delicious.

“On your knees, darling,” his smirk deepens when you obey immediately, “Take me out. Show them what you can do to me.”

You can see the imprint of his throbbing cock through his trousers. Not being able to resist playing with him a little you gather your hair to one side of your face and look up at him with doe eyes before leaning down to lick his erection through his pants, leaving an open mouthed kiss on the tip.

He hisses and grabs onto your hair, pulling your head away to look into your eyes. A warning. You try to fight your smile by biting your lip. You love when he gives you warnings.

Luckily for him, you can't wait to feel him in your mouth. You're also committed to showing the disrespectful males what they won't ever be deserving of. Reaching out for his trousers, you make quick work of the buttons holding them close. Pulling them and his underwear down enough to let his cock slap back to his stomach, looking painfully hard and absolutely delicious.

You grab onto it, feeling its familiar weight in your hand before wrapping your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around, tasting him. You pull back just to hear him growl and lick up a stripe up his length with a smile. Gods, he's going to wreck you tonight.

Taking him back into your mouth, you start taking as much of him as you can, getting lower with each bob of your head, sucking harder, tightening your hand at the base, just the way you know he likes. His hand tangles back in your hair, softer now. Almost petting your head and caressing your cheek tenderly as he watches you.

“Just like that,” he moans out, “Isn't she absolutely breathtaking?” His heavy lidded gaze moves from the exquisite view of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock to the sorry excuses of males that dared to think they could take you from him. “Such a shame you won't ever get to feel her perfect mouth on you. Let me tell you, boys,” his gaze moves back to you, knowing the praise will get to your head, “It feels like heaven, hell and everything in between.”

You take him deeper in response, determined to get everything into your mouth. He rakes his fingers through your scalp and throws his head back in a breathless moan, letting himself get lost in the pleasure, forgetting the show momentarily. His hips start thrusting into your mouth, slowly at first to let you get adjusted but, when it's clear you can take it, he holds onto your hair tighter and takes over, fucking your throat with slow, deep thrusts.

You start to feel your arousal dripping down to your thighs. It seems you enjoy the spectators more than you thought you would, you don't remember the last time you were this wet without even being touched. Reaching a hand down your body, you gather some of your slick and bring it up, circling your clit in small motions, taking some of the edge off, moaning softly.

“Sucking my cock got you that needy?” He can try to tease you as much as he can but you can tell his voice is strained, he's getting close. Being watched is getting to him too, but it's the confirming moan you let out around his cock and whatever picture he finds in your open mind that has him moaning out your name and speeding up, uncaring of the slight choking noises erupting from you, cumming down your throat not long after.

He keeps thrusting into you slowly as he rides his orgasm out, mumbling mindless praise while stroking your head. After a few moments, he pulls you gently away from his sensitive cock and coos at you when you swallow the last bits of his cum without him even having to ask.

Rhys pulls you up and gives you a sloppy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue. You wince slightly into his mouth as you take your likely bruised knees off the floor, moving up higher to sit across his lap so you can reach him better. Never breaking the passionate kiss, he starts caressing your sore knees, making you moan in contentment.

You're both lost in your own little world for a while, tasting and touching each other, but it seems like he remembered what you were there to do because he pulls away from you, smirking at the wrecked look on your face and the string of saliva connecting both your lips. You move back to suck his bottom lip into your mouth, licking the string connecting you away, drawing a breathless moan from his lips.

“We're being rude to our guests,” he says as he holds your hand up to his face, the still damp hand you had used to play with yourself before, and sucks the fingers into his mouth, moaning around them at your taste.

“You were the one who invited them.” As his tongue swirls around your digits, you can only think of the mind shattering pleasure he can bring you with that tongue. Your guests could keep watching or take a dive out the window for all you cared.

“And I promised them a show.” He takes your hand out of his mouth to speak and it brings a pout to your lips. It seems you won't get to feel his skilled mouth today. Later. You smile victoriously at the reassurance. So spoiled. That's your fault.

He smiles fondly at you before turning you around in his lap, leaning you back into his chest and spreading your legs over his, making you face said guests. Your eyes widen a bit at what you see, you hadn't looked their way since before you even took your clothes off. Being able to see them, with their faces morphed into awe and horror, and a noticeable bulge on their pants has a tiny glint of fear spark in your body.

Rhysand moves to reassure you as soon as he feels you tense, stroking your body tenderly and kissing your neck, whispering into your ear, “I'm right here.” You relax almost instantly, you don't have to worry about the consequences when you're with him. He wouldn't let either of them hurt you or even get close to you. “Let me take care of you.” You nod and relax further into him, letting him take over.

You let yourself wonder what you must look like in the males' eyes, spread over their High Lord, completely naked while he was fully clothed in his dark suit. One of his hands moves to rest on your stomach and the other grabs one of your legs, spreading them open even more so your guests can have a good look at your wet cunt, all for him.

“Having the privilege of watching is one you don't deserve,” he drops your leg, moving it over his so you can't close them even you wanted to, “But since you were brave enough to try to make a move on my wife,” he drags his hand from your stomach straight to where you need him most, playing around with the wetness, making you drop your head back into him with a soft moan, “It's only fair I show you exactly why you're not worthy of her.” Hearing him use his High Lord voice while he's taking care of you is making you tingly in all sorts of places.

After coating his fingers in your wetness, cursing softly at the amount he finds, he starts rubbing slow circles around your clit, just as you had done before. Letting you melt into him and become more malleable with each stroke.

“Do you hear that?” You open your eyes, not sure if he's talking to you or them but you get your answer when you see them nod with a terrified look on their faces. Seems like your husband got inside their minds. “That's all for me. All of this,” he pulls his hand away to show them the wetness clinging to his skin, connecting him to your pussy, “is mine.” You nudge your hips up, reminding him to keep giving you the attention you deserve after you did such a good job for him. He complies with a chuckle.

He speeds up his pace and moves one hand up to play with your nipples, teasing them just as he knows you like. When he starts tracing your neck with sloppy, open mouth kisses, biting you softly every so often, you realize he wants you to cum fast. You almost forgot he was trying to prove a point.

Your hips start chasing his hand, greedily wanting more. As you're moving back and forth, you can feel him already hard and ready for you again. This makes you moan louder and sink your nails into anything you can reach, one of those things being his arm.

“Want me to stop?” He purrs into your ear, slowing down slightly, pulling a growl out of you.

“Don't you dare.” You stab your nails deeper into his skin, smelling blood.

He just chuckles and picks back up the pace. Looking up to watch your guests squirming in their seats and, you assume, to fuck with their minds further. He widens his legs more, taking yours with his, baring you even more to them.

“I'm going to make her cum now,” you let out something between a whimper and a plea, “And when she does, I need you to hear exactly whose name she'll moan.”

True to his word, he speeds up again, touching you exactly how you need him to. You're really getting close, your moans start getting louder, a mix of his name and please escaping your parted lips, until the knot getting impossibly tighter breaks, washing you away in waves of ecstasy, pulling you under until you can't breathe.

It doesn't take you as long to come to, you weren't completely satisfied after all, he was intentionally neglecting your fluttering entrance. When you do, you notice he has moved his hand to cup your cunt. You almost think it's a way to cover you after the show is over but, as you notice the glint in his eyes as he's staring them on, you know it's a way to mark his claim even more.

“Rhysand.” You've played his game and you know the poor idiots more than got the message. You want him now.

“Tell me, darling.” He looks back to you, moving to kiss your neck, biting at the already fading marks he left earlier.

“Want you to fuck me.” He hums, still sucking around your neck, not giving you any indication that he'll follow through with your request.

“We have company.” What an infuriating time to start caring about the males sitting across from you.

“I don't care.” It seems like that was the answer he was looking for since he immediately turns you around and kisses you deeply. You can feel all the self control he was holding onto break as his kiss gets sloppier, more desperate. He stands up, lifting you up with him and walks to his desk, setting you down on the dark wood, devouring your mouth all the while. The room feels different around you and you don't have to look to know he let his power run untamed.

Urgency starts spreading inside you with each stroke of his tongue, moving to all but rip his clothes off him, needing to feel his body against your own, as close as physically possible. He breaks away from your mouth in favor of trailing kisses all over your chest, biting down on your nipples until you grab his hair and bring him back up to crash your lips against his once again.

You let your hand wander down his torso, running your nails just hard enough to leave red marks in their wake. Wasting no time, you grab onto his cock, giving him a few strokes so you can hear him moan into your mouth.

He pushes you down gently onto the desk, laying you down with no care for the important documents still scattered around it. He breathes out a curse as he holds onto your hips and watches your body sprawled before him, he knows he'll never tire of the sight. You take notice of the darkness that set itself in the room, you probably wouldn't even be able to see your guests through it. Not that you'd look away from him for anything right now.

Ever the tease, Rhys starts swirling the leaking head of his cock around your clit, playing with you before giving you what you want. He does this enough times that you were just about to snarl at him, but then he finally circles your entrance, pushing the head in slowly and bottoming out soon after, not being able to resist your sweet warmth.

The pace he sets is messy but you still try to meet him in his thrusts, you're both desperate, having only one thing in your minds. The hold he has on your hips is sure to bruise but he doesn't let up, and you keep begging him not to stop. You try to hold onto the desk, pushing some things to the floor, trying to keep a hold on your sanity as well. Your legs wrap around him, your body urging him to keep going. Not that he would ever dream of stopping.

You feel your orgasm reaching for you fast, screaming out his name in warning. He moves one hand to play with your clit once again, and it doesn't even take two thrusts before you're exploding around him. Your mind goes blank behind your eyes and you barely feel him cumming right after you, filling you up.

This time it takes you both longer to come back down to the world of the living. Mind blowing pleasure still teasing at every one of your nerve endings, your legs still shaking softly. You run your hand over your face before opening your eyes to catch him already staring down at you. He looks absolutely ruined. His hair is messy from both his hands and yours running through the dark locks, there were red marks all over his torso, down his hips and his arms, your marks. You don't have to see yourself to know you match his satiated expression.

Rhys helps you sit back up on the desk, wincing at the papers stuck to you and picking them off with a smile. Your muscles feel like soup but you still find the strength to hug him to you, leaving little kisses everywhere you can reach. You can't help but bite down on his collarbone when he pulls his spent cock out of you gently, burning with oversensitivity. He drops a kiss on your shoulder as an apology, wrapping one arm around you as well.

You're extremely uncomfortable sitting on the desk, you're probably ruining said desk with the cum dripping out of you too, but you refuse to move away from him. As you lean your head on his chest, almost purring at the way he's caressing your back, you look over to the tied up males, noticing they were unconscious.

“They've already seen enough,” he explains when he catches you looking. You simply hum in response, at this point you don't care if they also see you fuck him or hug him. It won't matter either way.

“You'll make them forget about it?” Your voice is scratchy from all the abuse your throat just endured, you could still feel him when you swallowed.

“Of course,” he nuzzles your hair, “Wouldn't want them to remember how beautiful you are with my cock in your mouth or screaming my name in pure pleasure.” The reminder has your thighs clenching. Gods, this male makes you insatiable.

“Was that all for nothing then?” You move back enough to look into his eyes, not resisting giving him a soft kiss.

“Not for nothing,” he pecks your lips again before giving you an impish grin. “Do you realize how hard you just came?” Your body somehow still has the energy to blush a little at his words.

“That's not what I meant.” You roll your eyes slowly, pouting a little. If he makes them forget about this whole situation, they won't learn their lesson. You hope they're not dumb enough to try hitting on you twice but if they did there was nothing you could do to save them from spending the rest of their days in Azriel's dungeons, you probably wouldn't even want to try to help them.

“I'll leave some of our previous talk intact. They can't forget who you belong to.” He looks over to the males with a serious look on his face, seems he's still on the fence about letting them go so easily. Being High Lord must be hard sometimes, having to be the voice of reason. “I'll let them remember how easily I could toy with their minds and have them think the rest was a nightmare.”

“And you're not worried about what your people would think if they knew how mean you can be?” You wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him closer, always needing him closer.

“As long as you still love me, darling,” he kisses your forehead before leaning back to smile down at you, “I don't care what anyone else thinks of me.”

[randomshyperson]

Party Monster - Wanda Maximoff Kinktober #01

Summary: A Halloween party takes an interesting turn when Wanda reunites with her ex-girlfriend. Maybe she'll learn a lesson or two, or maybe she'll still be terrible at following orders.

Warnings: (+18), Dom!Reader with Brat!Wanda, ex-girlfriends who are not over each other at all, really rough smut with teasing and orgasm denial, a lot of cursing, power dynamics, toxic behavior, unhealthy relationship (implied), the “cheating vs we are on a break” dilemma, mentions of a party atmosphere but no explicit alcohol consumption mentioned, Ghostface mask during smut scene ‘cause I’m a simp for Amber Freeman. | Words: 2.688k

A/N- Someone needs to get slasher movies away from me, but I thought this would be a good theme for kinktober. And we started with dom!Reader too because it’s a tradition. Good reading by the way, your horny people.

General Masterlist | Kinktober Collection | AO3 | Wattpad

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It was definitely a bad idea.

Terrible, poorly thought-out, and reckless.

But Wanda finished putting the costume together and the final touch - the black gloves - made her take a deep breath, trying to gain a little confidence in her Halloween costume.

In the bedroom mirror, there was still a photograph that she knew she should have taken from there to at least fool herself that she could move on, but just as she had done dozens of times before, Wanda adjusted the item to prevent it from falling. 

Your smiling figure stares back at her, and Wanda sighs softly, ready to party.

She crossed the campus in half an hour, alone because the girls went ahead and honestly, Wanda wasn't that close to her friends nowadays. Not since the break-up anyway.

"Hey, Wanda!" The male voice shouting her name startles her for a moment. But she forces a smile as she is enveloped in a strong hug, Steve Rogers entering her field of vision in the next second. He looked drunk when she got a closer look. "Glad you could make it."

The forced smile begins to bother her face, so Wanda stops, swallowing dryly and trying not to look so uncomfortable. 

"Yeah, thanks." She mumbles awkwardly, nodding towards the open door, where the party seems even fuller and livelier. "Stark sure knows how to throw a party."

Steve laughs. "That he does." He says, looking ready to start small talk. Usually, he's as out of place as Wanda in crowded environments, but now he's got enough alcohol in his system to seem cool compared to the rest of the team's jocks, who stand out at parties with their eyes closed. "The guys are inside, come say hi and we can get you something to drink."

The non-existent details of the exact people who constituted the " guys " Steve was referring to made Wanda's stomach turn. But the blond had already grabbed her hand and was pulling her into the crowd, and frankly, Wanda wasn't going to make a scene.

She could handle the possibility of you being at the party, even if she hadn't seen you for four weeks. And three days, nineteen hours, and according to the clock by the beers, fifteen minutes.

"Guys, look who showed up!" Steve announces to the group at the ping pong tables. Wanda remembers the first year when you first visited the fraternity house and you made a joke about the number of expensive objects in the place, and she laughed even though she didn't really get the joke. God, she was so whipped back then.

The whole group looks at them at once. Wanda almost giggles at the scene, all the creative costumes are a sight to behold. Natasha in leather outfits similar to her sister's, or Tony in some kind of colorful armor. Thor dressed as the god after whom he was named, and Clint as a green archer. 

And then there was you, with a ghostface mask around your neck so you could get to taste your drink.

You almost choke on the liquid when you meet Wanda's gaze, and she could consider it a personal victory. At least you looked as affected as she was.

It's obvious that the atmosphere gets heavy. Everyone there knows that you two broke up and that it wasn't a pretty thing. Or easy.

And maybe that's why Yelena hides a tense laugh behind her glass of drink and Natasha rushes over to greet Wanda and put an end to the scene.

The only person Wanda really wants to greet tonight puts her mask back on. You drop the glass and leave without saying anything, making the mood even worse. 

Natasha clears her throat and strokes Wanda's arm gently. "Don't mind her, I, we, are happy to see you, sweetheart. I'll talk to her, enjoy the party."

It's sweet of Natasha to worry, but as the night goes on and you don't exchange a word, and you keep ignoring her, Wanda doesn't feel a bit better.

She tries to have a good time, but her gaze keeps seeking out your figure, which manages to evade her curiosity masterfully. 

You disappear for a good few minutes after beer-pong, and Wanda begins to consider leaving. So she dismisses Bucky Barnes' story about a mess with the rival team and decides to be miserable in her bed instead of at a party full of strangers.

She turns into the corridor and there's a Ghostface cornering a pretty girl at the bottom of the stairs.

Anger blooms and dominates her actions before she can think about it. She lunges forward and grabs the figure by the cap of the costume, hard enough to almost knock the couple over.

The male's shout makes her wince.

"Are you fucking mental?" Complains the stranger in confusion and indignation.

"I-I, shit, I thought it was someone else" She stammers with wide eyes, walking backward, away from the confused couple. 

The scene attracts the attention of a few people around, but she feels her back hit somebody and before she can turn around, two hands come around her waist and push her away from the angry guy.

Wanda blinks, and you shove him away harshly. "Back the fuck off, motherfucker." 

The man snorts indignantly. By now, half the party is staring at the scene.  "What the hell? She started it."

"And I'm finishing, fuck off." You cut him off coldly, and you probably wear that costume better than he does, because the guy hesitates and turns away to grab the girl's hand behind him, leaving without saying another word.

You turn your masked face to Wanda, and she feels hers burning with shame. All you do is shake your head in disbelief and take the hard way upstairs.

Wanda follows you without thinking about it.

She stops the bedroom door from closing with her hand and ignores your protest.

"I'm sorry-"

"I don't want to talk to you." You cut her off, holding up a finger. "I don't even want to look at you, Maximoff. Get the fuck out." You advance but Wanda is quicker. She closes the door behind her, and you end up pressing her into the wood by the arms. 

You sigh heavily, as affected as she is. 

"I thought it was you." She confesses in a shaky whisper, her hands trapped behind the body you kept squeezing. "I don't know what I'd do if I saw you with someone else."

You chuckle dryly, taking a step back. "Apparently you'd try to throw me to the ground."

Your attempt to pull away completely is interrupted - Wanda grabs your wrists, trying to get you to wrap your arms around her again. It becomes a struggle of pushing and impatient grunting. Until Wanda is forced against the bed, and her apologies break down into a dirty moan.

Your hand around her neck - in an attempt to get her to shut up and stop repeating what you don't want to hear - has a very different effect. 

You're on top of her, pinning her to the mattress with your own body. Wanda thinks you can feel how wet she is against your thigh.

"Don't make a fucking sound. I don't want to hear you, understand?" You warn, the loosest grip on her throat to allow her to breathe. Wanda nods obediently and has to bite her lip hard when you pull up her skirt, only to grope for her panties. 

Silence is an impossible task, especially when your fingers, so eager and familiar, thrust into her without warning. She squirms, throbbing in your fingerprints, and the sigh of pleasure is yours.

"Fuck, I've missed your pussy." You pant, fucking her carelessly, hard, and deep. The sound of Wanda's soaked arousal makes her ears burn - but she doesn't mind. She's busy trying to keep still, even when you're driving her over the edge so quickly. You notice, of course, and pull out as soon as she's ready to let go, and Wanda breaks into a loud whimper, her hips thrusting restlessly into the air.

You let go of her throat to grab her cheeks. "You're not going to come, Wanda. You don't deserve it. And you know why, don't you?"

Her pussy is throbbing, enough to be almost painful, knocking her out of orbit. All she can do is whimper, nodding; you let out a wicked chuckle. "And why don't you deserve it, darling?"

Of course, you'd make her admit it. Because everything so far hasn't been hell enough. Wanda turns her face away, and with her silence, a slap hits her pussy. She spasms, moaning loudly, her back arched in the mattress. 

She almost came in one go. Holding onto the edge at the last second.

"Oh god please." She whimpers shamelessly, and you grunt, watching the wetness ooze down her thighs, her pussy clenching against the emptiness in front of you. Wanda wants to come so badly that you almost feel sorry for her. "Just... one time. I'll do whatever you want."

You chuckle, and spread her legs a lit more to fit your body, pressing her against the bed. The friction between your joined hips makes her groan, trying to grind up onto you, but you remain firm, holding her still.

"Tell me." You demand. "Why aren't you allowed to come?"

She shakes her head, tears welling up in her eyes. "I... I can't."

You sigh impatiently and walk away at once. Wanda almost cries at the lack of contact.

"Get out of my room."

"N-no, please-"

"Then say it!"

Despite her shame, Wanda swallows her tears. "I fucked up."

You chuckle coldly, busy opening a drawer. "Clarify it." You command, and Wanda only obeys because she knows very well what's in the last drawer of your bedside table, she can feel herself clenching for the feeling. With a dry throat, and looking brazenly at what you're wrapping around your waist, she retorts: "I fucked someone else." She murmurs, biting her lip when the hardness is properly fitted. You laugh dryly.

"Hm, and why did you do that?"

Wanda spreads out on the bed, a bait. You don't fall for it. She pants in anticipation. "I wanted to get a reaction out of you. We're on a break. I wanted you to regret it."

Your hand begins to slowly masturbate the dildo and Wanda lets out a shuddering breath, becoming even more aroused by the image. 

“I’m the one who will make you regret it.” It is your final clarification. But Wanda gasps.

"Take your mask off, I want to look at you."

But you chuckle again, darkly enough for Wanda to shudder. "What you want doesn't matter to me anymore."  You retort, and Wanda has no room for hurt now, the lust and longing for the feel of your body on hers taking over all her senses. "Get on all fours, you’re gonna watch yourself."

Wanda moves on trembling limbs, her face burning. She tries to ignore the mirror in the corner of the room, but as soon as you're behind her, your hand grabs her hair and forces her head up. 

The Ghostface mask stares back at her. "You're going to watch me fuck your needy pussy and you're not going to cum, Wanda. No matter how much you want it, how much you beg for it." You warn sternly, your free hand adjusting the toy at her entrance. "Because petty, selfish girls who ruin a three-year fucking relationship don't deserve to come, do they?"

She shakes her head, at this point, she thinks she'll agree to anything you say. And you must understand that pleasure has gotten the better of her because you start masturbating her entrance with the tip of the fake cock and it's enough for her knees to give way. She whines in a plea.

"Please-"

You sink into her at once, filling her to the brim and Wanda moans throatily, her hands clutching the sheets. The last time you were this deep, playing power games, Wanda squirted on the new sheets, and she's not sure that after going a month without touching you, she can stop it from happening again. "God."

You chuckle hoarsely, seeming to have the best time in the world with this. You pull out of her only to enter again, slow enough for Wanda to let out a sob. "Hold it."

"I-I can't." She cries out, choking on her own breath, and instead of taking pity, you sink in again, picking up a rough pace. Wanda would have fallen onto the mattress, but you grab her hair again and force her to watch what's happening.

"Look how beautiful you are when you're being properly fucked." You tease, your hips never failing against her. Wanda can only moan in return, each second more impossible to stop the knot in her belly from bursting. "I know no one makes you this wet, Wanda. No one knows your body like I do." To prove a point, your hand slips between her legs, and eager fingers flick her neglected clit exactly in the way that makes her squeal to the ceiling. 

Thank God for the loud sound of Tony Stark's parties.

Wanda is sure she's going to cum by now, and you can tell because you've been through this hundreds of times, and you know her body like the back of your hand. The fake cock slides out the second she's ready to let it go, and Wanda collapses flaccidly onto the bed with the lack of your hands while unable to hold back her tears.

"Fuck you, I hate you, I fucking hate you, you bitch." She babbled breathlessly, the frustration of her second stolen orgasm of the night making her groggy. You chuckle as she squirms on the bed, hugging her own body, and Wanda doesn't even notice that you've moved away just to lock the door.

Wanda is still trying to catch her breath when you remove the mask in one pull and kneel in front of her on the bed, between her legs which you pull open. 

You don't give her a chance to prepare, you move in and start eagerly fucking her pussy, ignoring how Wanda writhes on the bed and muffles her moans in the mattress. 

"Oh my god." She meows, her knuckles clutching the sheets, and the only thing stopping her thighs from closing against your head are your hands holding her tight. "I c-can't hold it, detka! 'can't-"

You stop again, and Wanda thinks she might kill you. This time, you sigh into her. "Hold it, or I swear to God I'll switch to another college."

Wanda is forced to chuckle at that. It's stilted and hoarse, and she knows there's a grain of truth in your words, but she does it anyway. Even more annoyed, you stand up. 

She despairs but is giggling nervously. "No, wait, babe, I'll behave, I promise."

It's your turn to chuckle, in disbelief at the scene. Wanda clung to you as if your departure was the worst thing in the world. 

"You're a lying brat, Wanda." You say, and despite the harsh words, your hand gently strokes her hair. Wanda sighs shakily, the redness in her cheeks showing how much she enjoyed the words. You push her hands away and take two steps back. Far enough, you quickly untie the item from around your waist. "I'm going back to the party. And if you want to cum tonight, you'll stay here. Waiting like a good girl."

She opens her mouth to protest, but you hold up a finger in warning, and the seriousness in your gaze is enough for her to know that if she disobeys now, you'll send her away.

Swallowing dryly, she lets you go, and when the door closes, she throws herself back on the mattress. 

Her body’s on fire, and the traces of your shampoo on the pillow don't help. She moans low, adjusting to touch herself. 

Maybe, just maybe, you won't mind if she comes while looking at your picture on the bedside table. 

[signedkoko]

(separate) lucifer and striker with an s/o who fell from the heavens headcanons!! the more closer they get, the more they realize their s/o was one of the angels on the council but didn’t condone the extermination — of which, they were casted down to hell.

Lucifer | Striker X Reader [Romantic]

In which they know you are a fallen angel, but not the extent to which you protected hell. Reader is genderneutral.

Lucifer could sense your presence quite fast

But only because you weren't an exterminator—no, you were something far stronger

It pained him to see a new angel cast down, the first since he was, bloodied and caught in the fiery pit you'd have to call home

He understood you must have been an angel that came along after him, though, because he didn't recognize you

Either way, Lucifer offered you a place to stay and let you adjust to life in hell through his lens—a safe house where demons couldn't bother you as much

Of course, he also wanted to make sure the news of your existence didn't get out

He could only imagine the kinds of people who might want to get their hands on a fresh angel

Even though he was cast down himself, Lucifer is very flattered that you know him and that you speak so highly of him

You quickly worm your way into his heart, and he loves talking to you a lot about his past and all the things he kept buried within him

Even down here, you still seemed happy, although a tad uneasy

He won't pressure you for your backstory too much, but with his knowledge of heaven he is able to gather that you were at least a mid-ranking angel on the council

Your position exactly, he wasn't sure

He only found out after he spoke about his daughter's plan with the hotel

" Thats a wonderful idea! They may cast me down for demanding an end to extermination, but I won't let them ruin your daughters redemption plans. "

You dropped it so casually that he almost missed it, swooning at how supportive of Charlie you were

Actually chokes

Please give him a moment to catch his breath because, wait, really?

That explains a lot, at least

Of course, heaven would cast down the most beautiful of angels just for being kind to even the most damned beings

That same anger within him roars back to life, both for you being shut down and for how he, too, was treated in heaven

He'd make sure your life was far better here, no matter what it took

Being a fallen angel is already an extremely worrisome background for Striker, especially following his hate for royalty

Not that a fallen angel is royalty, but the power dynamic is hard for him to get over, as guilty as he feels now for holding it against you

When you first met, he saved you from another bounty hunter

Saved is the wrong word

He stole you so he could get a prize himself

But it all backfired when you were just so kind and curious, and offering you up to some terrible people didn't feel like the right move

Striker told himself he'd hold onto you until he knew the true value of an angel, but that may have just been him stalling for time

Either way, your charm worked wonders, and now he was stuck with the most attention-grabbing partner in all of hell

Oh well, he knew he could protect you

While he was curious about your life in heaven, Striker was extremely used to not asking questions about others past

But the more he knew, the more he wanted to know

Every few months, you'd tell a story that revealed a new interesting piece of information, things that made him wonder what you had to have done to be so harshly cast down

It all made sense when he puzzled it together one afternoon, when you were particularly fond of your past memories

" I hope Em isn't in trouble too. "

" Why so? "

" Well, she also thought killing demons was pretty bad... "

" Of course, hun. "

As usual he nods along with you before he freezes and jumps out of his chair

" Hol on now, what? "

Striker is able to puzzle things together fast, and he's not sure if he's more pissed at the angels above you or if he's surprised you felt that way

He'd always assumed no angels thought good of demons, but this changed things

Next extermination, he wants to have a hand at capturing one of those winged fuckers and seeing if he can force some more out of them

Author's Note - DEVIL FINALLY I GOT TO UR REQ!!! More Striker content, love to see it- and ofc Lucifer, who I know is about to be eaten up by every person in this god forsaken community. Thank you for requesting 🖤

[maxdibert]

Lily doesn’t seem to think she’s done anything wrong by insulting his poverty and aligning herself with his abusers - only Severus is remorseful, and the trauma that caused him to lash out was considerably worse than the trauma that caused her to lash out. She believes he deserves it, as apparently she believed his abuse was amusing. And I’d be totally fine with this from a character perspective because it’s the teenage condition to be self-centred and poor at self-reflection. But the *narrative* (and the author in interviews) doesn’t believe Lily was in the wrong here. And it believes Lily made the correct moral judgment on the two boys when she casts Severus off for his crime and falls in love with James despite his. But I just don’t buy into that framing, and I didn’t even when I was 10. The use of the word ‘mudblood’ while in considerable distress is not a greater sin than sexual assault.

Lily feels no remorse, nor does she think it's wrong to half-smile at the bully who’s targeting your so-called friend. She doesn’t even consider that this might be why your supposed best friend insulted you in the first place. But here’s the thing: this isn't Lily's fault. It's J.K. Rowling's fault, and the way she portrays ethical dilemmas throughout the series, blurring the lines between what's morally right and wrong. Now, if you’ll allow me, before diving into the dynamics between Lily and Severus, I’d like to provide some context as to why I believe the biggest issue with many of the characters’ attitudes in the series lies in Rowling’s constant attempt to project her own moral compass through her writing. In doing so, she falls into repeated inconsistencies and creates a narrative that’s all over the place when it comes to how certain characters are treated.

Rowling is never consistent. She portrays Draco Malfoy as an irredeemable, terrible character because he’s a rich kid spoiled by his parents, using his power and influence to bully those weaker than him. Yet, she gives James the benefit of the doubt, even though he behaved exactly the same way: a rich bully who used his status and his friends to gang up on the vulnerable. From early interviews, Rowling claimed Pansy Parkinson is practically the reincarnation of Satan, even though, of all the antagonists, Pansy is probably one of the least relevant and harmless. This is simply because Rowling projected onto her the stereotypical “mean girls” who mock those who read and study—something Rowling clearly couldn’t stand. On the other hand, she glorifies characters like Ginny, who has a pretty nasty attitude towards any girl she doesn’t consider cool or "not like the other girls." Ginny treats Fleur like a witch when Fleur has done nothing wrong—her only crime is being incredibly beautiful, knowing it, and not constantly apologizing for it. And this treatment of female characters throughout the series deserves a proper gendered critique, because they fall into every stereotype and archetype set by the traditional male gaze.

In Rowling's world, there are always two kinds of women. When it comes to younger, adolescent characters, there are the "good" women—those who don’t fit the typical feminine mold, the weird ones (like Luna), the tomboys who are “one of the guys” (like Ginny), or the overly studious ones who don’t have time for frivolous things like reading magazines or talking about boys (like Hermione). In other words, the cool girls, the ones who are supposed to be role models, are those who "aren’t like the other girls." But not because they’re deconstructing gender roles consciously—they just happen to embody the fantasy of the woman who can give you kids while still being one of your bros. It’s a common male fantasy, where women abandon the graceful, ethereal, delicate image to fit into a set of needs the modern man has. These are "manic pixie dream girls," hiding a deeply internalized misogyny as they are presented as individuals opposed to the “other” women—the “other” being less cool because they lack traditionally masculine traits, and thus are less than. We see this not only with how Fleur is treated but also with the disdain or prejudice Hermione shows towards girls like Lavender or the Patil sisters, just because they act like normal teenagers instead of validating themselves through academia to compensate for their inferiority complex (cough, cough).

Then we have the adult female characters, where Rowling’s toxic and incredibly conservative view of motherhood kicks in. Except for McGonagall, the rest of the adult women who are seen in a positive light are either already mothers or end up becoming mothers. And for them, motherhood is everything. They are mothers first and women second, in every case. Lily is Harry’s mother, who sacrifices herself for him. Molly is the Weasley matriarch, whose entire life revolves around her kids—she hasn’t even looked for a job (which wouldn’t be a bad idea, considering the family’s financial situation), nor does she have any aspirations beyond knitting sweaters and worrying about her children. Even Narcissa, a negative character throughout most of the saga, earns her redemption solely because she loves her son and is willing to risk everything for him. Nymphadora Tonks, a 25-year-old woman, ends up pregnant by a man 13 years older than her and goes from being an independent Auror with her own life to a passive housewife waiting for her man, who is off having an existential crisis. The adult women in the saga aren’t independent individuals—they’re extensions of their children. And any woman who isn’t a perfect, self-sacrificing mother (like Merope Gaunt) is either a psychopath or portrayed as a terrible person.

What I’m getting at is that Rowling is far from impartial in the moral narrative of the story. In fact, she’s absolutely inconsistent. She presents characters she sells as "good," whose attitudes are absolute trash, yet she continues to insist that they’re good and perfect. This is especially obvious with her female characters, because throughout the seven books, she constantly emphasizes her ideal of the "perfect woman" in terms of tastes, motivations, and behavior. Hermione is a self-insert, Ginny is probably a projection of who Rowling wishes she could’ve been, and Luna is the quirky girl who isn’t “threatening” to other women, and is treated with a condescending, paternalistic lens. They are either Rowling’s aspirational figures or archetypes that don’t bother her, or they’re reduced to filler characters who are mistreated by the narrative.

When it comes to Lily, the problem is that Rowling spends half the saga painting her as some kind of Mother Teresa. She’s the quintessence of motherhood—but not a conscious, modern motherhood, but one rooted in traditional Judeo-Christian ideals. This is the kind of motherhood that can do no wrong, the one that represents women because, in this view, a woman can’t be fulfilled unless she’s a mother. Lily dies for her son, and that love creates a divine, protective magic. She’s beautiful, popular, and one of the most popular guys at school is after her. Clearly, she must be a saint, because everyone describes her as such. And while the narrative does question James’s perfection, even if vaguely and unsuccessfully, it doesn’t do the same with Lily. Harry questions his father’s actions but never his mother’s. He never stops to think about how problematic it is that his mother almost laughed at Severus or refused to hear his apology, or that she couldn’t empathize with what he was going through, knowing full well the kind of situation Severus had at home. When a narrative tells you something but never shows it, and worse, never questions it, that’s a problem. Something doesn’t add up. Rowling is obsessed with showing her own moral line through her characters and doesn’t realize how incoherent it is to portray Lily as someone who always does the right thing when what we actually see of her suggests that, if she really liked James all along, not only is she a hypocrite, but she’s also quite superficial with questionable principles. But this is never addressed, never explored. It would be fascinating if it were, giving the character more depth and making her more relatable. But Rowling brushes all this aside, as she does with so many other things, because to her, Lily was a role model, despite the fact that anyone with common sense can see she was just a terrible friend who got tired of justifying why she hung out with a poor, scruffy kid and ultimately decided it made more sense to date the rich, handsome bully.

[actuallysaiyan]

I'm Right In Between(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Ino Takuma)

warnings: smut, mentions of alcohol, power dynamics, male x male, teacher and student type relationships, oral sex(male receiving), snowballing/cum swapping, facials(not the spa kind) word count: 2.2k pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader x Ino Takuma summary: you and Ino want to help Kento relax, and you get the brightest idea...it's also the naughtiest idea! a/n: this is for the haters :) go fuck yourselves

You and Ino have always had a friendly rivalry. You both were recruited to Jujutsu Tech at the same time, and you both showed promise quickly. Another thing you both had in common was that you valued anything Nanami-sama had to say. You both valued him greatly, knowing that he had the best experience and life lessons to pass down to both of you.

Another thing…you and Ino were both crushing on one another. Ino would find it much too hard to confess to you, and your own crush on your senpai would lead you to try and push your feelings for Ino away. Despite this, everyone talks about how you two would make such a great couple.

One day, Nanami and Ino return from a mission that you weren’t called upon. You watch as the two men you were deeply enamored with return in such rough shape. It hurts you to see Nanami work so hard, and you feel terrible about Ino trying his best to really impress your senpai. So you sneak away to the cafe nearby and retrieve some goodies to help pep up the two men.

You find Ino and Nanami in one of the staff rooms, and you gently knock on the door. Nanami’s voice welcomes you in, and you open the door. Ino’s eyes light up when he sees you, and Nanami isn’t dumb to notice such a reaction from his protege.

“I brought some lunch,” you say with a sweet smile. You place the tray of drinks and the bag of food on the table.

Ino is the first to reach over, and he opens the bag. Kindly, he passes Nanami the sandwich you ordered specifically for him. You take your seat between them, your smile radiating so much warmth for them. You all eat while chatting lightly, Ino re-enacting the mission in a very animated way. But you notice how Nanami looks so tired. He’s barely able to keep up with Ino’s energy.

“Thank you for the food, I have to go fill out the reports.” Nanami says as he gets up. You want to tug on his sleeve and tell him to stay, but you know he probably wouldn’t.

Nanami leaves and it’s soon just you and Ino. Ino smiles at you in a lovesick sort of way, and you giggle softly. You’ve always found him so cute, even when you were growing up. Now that you’re both adults, it feels so different with him as well. It’s different because your feelings have evolved into something even more.

“Hey Ino,” you say as you take a sip of your tea. “You think there’s something we could do for senpai? He’s so stressed all the time.”

Your heart is racing as you try to plant the seeds to your risque idea. It’s going to be naughty for sure, but you want to really show your senpai that he can relax. He can count on both you and Ino for anything, even when it comes to personal matters.

“That’s a great idea, cutie! What do you think we could do?”

Ino’s pet name for you makes you blush, and your cheeks turn even brighter as you begin to think about how you’re going to propose this naughty idea. Ino chuckles softly before he leans in closer to you, resting his chin on his hands. He winks in a flirty way, making you look away.

“Awhh, come on…you can tell me.” Ino is being so flirty.

You shake your head, “Ah…I don’t know.”

Ino laughs softly again, then he reaches out to poke you on the cheek. Ino makes a comment about how cute you are when you’re all flustered. You blush even more, but Ino doesn’t give you the chance to look away. He cups your cheek and pulls you even closer.

“Tell me, please. I want to help Nanami-san relax.”

Finally, you just blurt it all out. You can’t even hold it back any longer. You know you shouldn’t be suggesting something this sexy, but it’s just such a good idea to have Nanami-sama calm down. You wonder if it’s been a long time since he’s had any kind of sexual pleasure anyway.

“Y-you wanna what?” Ino asks, a little bewildered by this idea. His cock twitches in his pants just thinking about it,

“I want to uh…give him a blowjob.”

Ino is now so red in the face when you finally say it out loud again. He was sure you had said something else, but hearing you repeat it makes his cock jump in his pants. This would be so thrilling for everyone involved. He’s a little worried Nanami wouldn’t agree to it.

“First we come in with a bottle of sake, you know something to help him loosen up.”You begin explaining it to Ino.

Ino laughs, “You wanna get him drunk?”

You shake your head and look away embarrassed, “Just a little buzzed..”

Ino decides to throw caution to the wind and he decides he’s on board with your plan. He’d be an idiot if he said he wasn’t sexually attracted to Nanami. And then he would get the chance to be sexually active with you as well, so Ino counts this as the sexiest thing that could ever happen in his life.

He decides to leave campus to find the bottle of sake, and you head into Nanami’s office to keep him company. You’ll be stalling him from leaving the office just yet. You know you’re going to need a little time to get Nanami loosened up where he won’t be mad at this plan. It’s not like he’d deny that it would be good for him, but he would be worried that he could be abusing his power over you and Ino.

You knock on his door, and your heart wrenches when you see the tired eyes of your mentor looking up at you. You can see just how relieved he is that it’s you and not someone else. Namely Gojo-sensei. You offer Nanami a soft smile and he beckons you inside his office. You approach the desk.

“What is it, sweetheart?” His voice makes you so weak in the knees.

“Just checking up on you. You left us pretty quickly earlier.”

Nanami frowns at your words. It was true, he was itching to get these reports filled out and sent to the higher ups so that he could potentially leave early today. He had worked very hard today with Ino at his side, so he’s just feeling quite tired.

“No need to worry about me. I’m fine,”

You know you should believe him when he says this, but it still hurts. You can see how tense he is. He probably hasn’t had anyone doting on him in so long. It makes you worry. You know for a fact he doesn’t have a girlfriend nor a wife thanks to the information that Gojo-sensei was more than happy to supply to you.

“Can I show my appreciation to my wonderful mentor?” You ask, your voice so saccharine right now.

Kento chuckles, “And what did you have in mind?”

You come behind him and begin rubbing his shoulders. Kento melts into your sweet touch. You smell really good too, making him lean back into the chair even more. He sees that sweet smile that makes most of the men here on campus swoon for you. He’s not alone in finding you so attractive, but Kento was sure that you and Ino were a couple.

At that moment,. Ino knocks on the door. Nanami looks at you and you nod your head. Ino comes in and presents the bottle of sake. Now Nanami was starting to think this was some sort of plan. He’s touched that his two proteges were so willing to help him relax. 

“Nanami-sama! I brought us some sake. Shall we toast to our successful mission?” Ino asks, procuring some mugs from the coffee station in the teacher’s lounge.

Kento laughs again, “Just one toast. That’s it! We’re all still on the clock.”

But one toast turns into two, then three. By the fourth, Kento is feeling buzzed. He’s so buzzed he doesn’t notice that Ino has locked the door to his office. He barely realizes you getting on your knees. Once you begin unbuckling his belt, this is when Kento clues in.

“So this was your idea after all,” he surmises as you move forward with undressing him.

Ino smirks, “It was her idea. Isn’t she such a naughty little minx?”

You moan at the words of your partner. Then you begin unzipping Kento’s pants, wanting nothing more than to take his cock out. Ino is behind Kento now, rubbing his shoulders. You can’t help but be turned on when Ino and Kento share a kiss. You never thought this would be happening, but you are truly happy that your plan came to fruition.

“Woah…” you murmur the moment you pull Kento’s cock from the confines of his boxer briefs.

“Shit! You’re packing!” Ino makes this comment, making Kento smirk proudly.

Kento then reaches down to caress your cheek, and he rubs your lips with his thumb. You eagerly take it into your mouth, sucking on it to showcase just how good you’re about to make him feel when his cock slips between your plump lips. Ino watches in awe as you suck on your mentor’s thumb, his own cock growing in his pants.

You pull off the digit then you take Kento’s throbbing length in your hands. You slowly stroke him while keeping his gaze locked onto yours. Ino watches the two of you, growing a little envious of the situation. He then joins you on the ground, kneeling for his mentor as well.

The minute you wrap your lips around Kento’s cock, your mentor realizes he might never want to go without this treatment ever again. To have his two attractive subordinates treat him like this is just too much. He knew you two really loved him and admired him deeply, but he didn’t think it was to this degree.

“That’s a good girl,” Nanami praises you, placing a hand on the back of your head. He doesn’t push, just holds you.

Ino smirks, “She must be a good little cocksucker,”

Kento lets his head fall back in pleasure, his eyes fluttering closed as you begin to take even more of him into your mouth. You bob your head a few times before pulling off. Then he feels you shuffling aside and another mouth is on his cock. This makes him twitch as he feels Ino stroking him and wrapping his lips around him.

“Oh fuck…Ino…”

Ino’s heart flutters as he hears this praise. He’s never done this with another man, but he knows he’d do it for his mentor anyday. It’s so thrilling and erotic to be sucking Nanami’s cock. Ino isn’t nearly as good as this as you are, but he makes up for his lack of experience with lots of eagerness. Kento’s moaning and grunting as Ino begins to bob his head up and down a little more now.

“Good boy, Ino.” You praise your partner, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before pulling his hair out of his face.

Kento grunts. “Yes, he certainly is a good boy.”

Ino looks up through his lashes, the praise really getting to him. With renewed confidence, he begins to take even more of the girthy dick of his mentor into his mouth. The minute the tip of Kento’s cock hits the back of his throat, Ino has to pull off to breathe. He’s sputtering a little, trying to regain his bearings.

“My turn again,”

With that, you wrap your lips around Kento’s cock again. His fingers bury themselves into your hair, tugging ever so slightly to guide you into the perfect pace. You’re a lot more experienced with this, suctioning around his cock in the best way. He feels his balls drawing up as his orgasm gets closer. 

“Whose mouth should I cum in?” Kento asks, a lustful look in his eyes.

“I’ve got an idea.”

You pull Ino closer, kissing him hungrily. Your mouths move together as your tongues rub together, then you look over at your mentor. Kento moves in closer, his cock rubbing against your tongue first then against Ino’s. You reach down to begin massaging Kento’s heavy balls, making the man above you moan even louder.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” He roars, the coil in his stomach tightening.

The first few spurts of cum hit your tongue and chin, then you pull Ino’s face a little closer and you watch as Kento gives Ino what you can only perceive as his first facial. Ino looks up at his mentor with so much love in his eyes, it just turns you on to see him like this.

You then cup Ino’s cheeks and pull him in for another kiss, this time you’re swapping spit and Kento’s cum. Kento watches as he tries to catch his breath, his heart still thumping wildly in his chest.

“Fuck…you two will wreck me.”

You giggle softly as you pull away from Ino. You then look up at your mentor and wink playfully.

“Not yet, old man. We haven’t even fucked yet!”

[penny00dreadful]

STWG Prompt: Falling Star💫

Continuation from this post

Steve felt discomfort squirming in his belly.

Though he no longer had the star–Eddie, he reminded himself–chained to him like a mule or a dog, he still felt like there was a power dynamic, a weight of responsibility sitting on him.

Eddie trudged along behind him through the woods, looking downright miserable, exhausted and covered in dirt and debris from where he had landed in the forest and the crater his body had created.

He was faintly glowing in the light of dawn, but it was much dimmer than it had been in the dark of the night, like his brightness was waning. 

Steve tried to think of how he would feel, dropping into a strange foreign world with the hope of finding love, only to be chained up by some guy from Hawkins of all places and told he was to be taken back as a… as a prize for who Steve hoped would become his finacé.

It wasn’t the best feeling in the world.

Glancing back over his shoulder at Eddie’s tangled dark curls, ripped and muddy silvery cloak and robes, his pale skin spattered with a dark contrast of dirt, almost as stark as the tattoos adorning his arms and the dark bags under his eyes, he made a decision.

“We’re going to take a detour.” He announced as Eddie stumbled over another root in the ground.

“Why? The sooner I go meet your Nancy, the sooner I can start on my own journey. I’d prefer if we got it over with.”

“You’re exhausted—” 

“Well it’s past my bedtime already—” Eddie snarked back, waving at the rising sun.

“And you’re filthy.”

“You’re not looking so hot yourself, sunshine.”

Steve looked down at himself, also covered in mud and scratches from where he’d had to crawl through brambles and hedges just to get to Eddie’s crater site. 

“Exactly so… so we’re gonna head to the nearest town. It’s not that far from here, I think. We can wash this dirt off and we can get you some new clothes and a nap or something.”

Eddie frowned at him.

“Why do I need new clothes? We can just get these washed. That’s something you do down here, right?”

Steve blinked at him.

“Yes. We wash our clothes but…”

Well… it was now or never. Time to voice the other worry that he had sitting in the back of his head.

“I highly doubt I’m the only one out here looking for you.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s… you…” He shook his head, not able to think of a way to make this sound not terrible. “Stars are valuable. You’re valuable. There’ll be some people like me, who will probably be looking for a big lump of rock, but I suspect in a land like this one, there’ll be plenty who know exactly what they’re looking for. Someone like…” Steve gestured over all of Eddie.

“If they’re looking for a star, I doubt they’ll be looking for someone like me, Steve.”

Eddie crossed his arms, leaning against a tree, his whole body drooping with some kind of bone deep exhaustion that wasn’t just coming from the daylight.

“They’ll be looking for someone pretty and perfect and bright. Shiny hair and unmarked skin and someone who isn’t so fucking weird.”

But you are pretty and perfect and bright, something in Steve’s head said and okay maybe that was a little too far for right now.

He’d only met the guy a few hours ago and he still had… Nancy was waiting for him.

“Your clothes are very star-like?” Steve hedged, unsure of what else to say.

“Only because I didn’t really have a choice in the matter.” Eddie mumbled back.

“Okay, well… then I’ll get you something that feels more… you.”

Steve was forced to swallow as those dark and intense eyes looked up at him from their slumped position. Almost being pulled in by gravity.

“Why?” Eddie asked again.

Because I want you to be happy. I want you to be comfortable. I want to see what you look like when you feel more like yourself. 

Steve only shrugged.

“And your Nancy isn’t going to mind the delay?”

“She’s not my Nancy.” Steve huffed. “Not yet anyway.” 

Maybe not ever, if the hesitation on her face had been anything to go by, when he’d proclaimed he’d go and bring her back the star for her hand in marriage.

Eddie sighed and it seemed to take a lot of effort for him to push himself back to standing again. 

“Fine. Whatever.”

Sneaking Eddie into a village and then into a room at the inn was much easier than Steve had anticipated.

He’d heard whispers of the villagers about the fallen star but Eddie was correct in assuming people wouldn’t glance at someone who looked like him.

It also helped that his brightness was nonexistent under the midday sun.

So while Eddie bathed and slept off his exhaustion in their room, the only room available at the inn, one bed between them–what were the chances– Steve ventured back out to the local market to get him something to wear that was less star-like. 

Steve had noticed Eddie’s eyes catching on the shiny jewellery and dark leathers as they had passed, so he took a risk and picked a few of those pieces up for him, feeling a little fluttery about it.

Like he was buying gifts for courting or something, which was a ridiculous idea.

He couldn’t court a star.

But when he got back to the room, arms laden down with whatever he could carry, he was forced to reevaluate when Eddie was just lying there, face relaxed in sleep, beautiful and placid, breathing slowly and easily, clean and combed and glowing.

And probably naked as all hell under those sheets. They only came up to his hips and Steve had to tear his eyes away from the lean muscle and sharp bones sitting under delicate pale flesh marked through with a shock of black tattoos.

How anyone could think he wasn’t pretty and perfect and bright was beyond him.

Steve set the clothes and jewellery down on the desk and snuck his way around the bed, to the window with the heavy curtains drawn closed.

The room should have been dark, but Eddie was giving off enough light on his own for Steve to easily find his way around. 

He managed to sneak behind the curtains, sitting himself down on the little cushioned alcove seat beyond, and curled himself up into a little ball.

He stared out the window to the small village below and tried to remind himself of why he was here in the first place.

Eddie was ignoring him. 

Eddie had been ignoring him for the entire day. 

Steve didn’t know what he’d done wrong. Everything had been going great. They’d been talking about… well, nothing really.

It was one of the things he really liked about Eddie. That they could talk about anything for hours and every time they did, Steve inevitably kinda forgot what he was doing here.

He was supposed to be bringing Eddie back to meet Nancy. The girl he hoped to… to marry.

And… and then he was going to help Eddie find love.

And that was… that was fine.

That had always been the plan.

And okay, maybe he had mentioned that he wasn’t totally sure about the Nancy of it all anymore, so that might have been it? 

Maybe Eddie thought Steve was going to back out on his side of the deal now.

But he didn’t know because Eddie wouldn’t even look at him.

Whenever Steve tried to strike up a conversation, Eddie just hummed, turning his head away and staring ahead of them and Steve could practically hear him begging him to stop talking.

So Steve did.

But he couldn’t anymore.

“Did I do something?” He asked, hands shoved in his pockets as he looked out over the green fields and mountains, over the landscape while they walked the road leading them back to Hawkins.

Eddie didn’t open his mouth to answer, just made a questioning noise at him, still kicking rocks down the road. Still not looking at him.

Steve sighed and stopped. Waited for Eddie to stop too, which he did. He turned and looked with a furrow in his brow, silently asking why they had stopped moving.

“Did I do something wrong?” Steve asked again. “If I said something to piss you off, I’m sorry for whatever it was but… can you just tell me so I don’t do it again?”

“No. It’s not-” Eddie shook his head, turning his back again. “It’s not you, you didn’t do anything.”

“Then what’s the problem?” Steve took a few steps forward.

“There’s no problem, Steve.”

Not Stevie. Or sunshine. Or sweetheart. Just Steve.

“Clearly something is wrong, Eds, you’re not even glowing anymore. Just tell me so I can fix it-”

“It’s nothing you can fix.” Eddie snapped back, so suddenly loud and angry, Steve was struck dumb.

He reached forward, catching Eddie’s wrist up in his hand. Eddie didn’t try to pull away, but instead froze, face turned away and whole body tense.

“Eds, please.” Steve brought them face to face, a hand on his cheek.

Eddie looked somehow both angry and heartbroken at the same time.

“I can’t drag you down with me.” He muttered.

Steve could only shake his head in bewilderment.

“What?”

“I can’t drag you down with me, Stevie. We just need to get you back to Nancy and everything will be fine.”

“But… but I don’t even know if that’s what I want anymore.” He let go of Eddie’s wrist, brushing his fingers along Eddie’s, trying to take his hand. “I think… I thought… maybe—”

Eddie ripped his hand away.

“I’m a fallen star, Steve!” He shouted, his face crumpling. “I’m not just a star, I’m a fallen star. I can’t take you back to the skies with me, I can’t give you everlasting life, or magic or wealth or whatever else you humans might want me for. I can’t give you anything like that!”

“Eddie- what? I don’t care about any of that-!”

“It’s fine.” Eddie shook his head and started to stomp his way back up the road. “We’ll get you back to Nancy and you don’t even have to worry about helping me out on my side of things, I can… I’ve got it covered. We’ll get you back to Nancy and everything will be fine.”

“Wait- Wait!” Steve shouted after him, jogging to keep up and planting himself in Eddie’s path again. “I don’t want any of that stuff from you. I just want… I don’t want Nancy anymore. I want you.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Eddie. You know what my life has been like. Let me make this decision for myself. I don’t care that you’re fallen. I don’t care that you can’t give me all of that. Why would I want an everlasting life when I could grow old with you?”

“You would want that… with me?”

“Eddie.” Steve almost whispered, their faces so close together, Eddie’s big wet eyes staring at him, the faintest glow of hope coming off of his skin. “I want everything with you.”

Eddie closed his eyes with a little laugh, letting his head tilt forward until their foreheads were pressed together.

“God damn it, Stevie.”

Eddie pressed his face in that little bit closer, finally sealing their lips together.

[5cookiekitty-nsfw]

*『Sweet as sugar』

Yandere Alpha Buddha × Omega F.reader 『Nsfw』

Summary: Or the one where you knew he would find you again , he wasn't the type to let somthing of his go. You just wished you were more prepared. Maybe then you wouldn't fall back into his arms so easily

Tw: fated mate/soulmate au , Yandere behavior , Possessive Behavior , alpha/omega dynamic , reader gets pregnant at the end but only for like 200 words , Nsfw:Alpha/omega dynamic , oral(F receiving) , vaginal fingering , knotting->creampie , praise kink , nicknames , biting , Dub-con-first smut please go easy on me.

Green tea , Petrichor , and warm honey.

It was a warm sunny day when you met him. So tall and imposing as he was intimidating , you knew he was dangerous the first time you laid eyes on him. Yet his very being brought nothing but a sense of tranquility and safety your body still craved to this very day.

His scent of green tea , petrichor , and honey was not as strong as any alphas you've ever met-not as dominant and overpowering as it was in most. It didn't need to be. He was dangerous all on his own and didn't need his scent to bring that across.

The feeling of joy and happiness that busted from your chest when you realized that this powerful deity was just as much of yours as you were his.

You didn't realize at the time how much he took that seriously.

Even now , sitting in a small ,old ,run down building ,you knew you couldn't truly hate him. His kind words and eyes full of love as he held you gently was a memory that your brain refused to forget. That you refused to forget.

You were lucky to escape before he was able to place a mating mark against your scent glands forever bounding you to him.

You laid your head against the cool window brought on by the heavy rain outside. You hate rain now. The scent it brought after always left that ache in your heart that almost made the omega in you cry out.

"My beautiful lotus."

You shook your head and let his sweet voice fade from your head ,lest you find yourself crying your heart out in the pitiful nest you made.

It's been almost a year since you ran away from that embrace. It's getting easier to cope , easier to breathe , and easier to live without the feeling of him by your side. Some days are easier than others but you're slowly getting there.

But right now you had more important things to worry about.

With the one year anniversary of your runaway approaching , you know your heat is not too far behind. You can't even begin to try to imagine what that's going to be like now that you've met him. Probably the worst one you've been through to-date.

But you were , if not anything else , too stubborn for your own good and you would rather throw yourself off into the deep end than to go anywhere back near him.

You knew you wouldn't be able to make yourself go if you saw him again.

A sudden strike of lighting brought you back to the real world and your eyes flickered across the window before you slumped off the windowsill and towards the bed. You let yourself drop onto the uncombable mattress with a sigh.

You pulled the old , thin blanket over your body as you curled up. The feeling of phantom hands were quickly shaken off as you let your head be cleared. With thoughts about your terrible heat approaching and the way you knew you would have to be moving again to avoid getting caught , you want to sleep with worry in your mind and a thousand thoughts running through your head. It was amazing how he managed to occupy almost all of them.

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The feel of a breeze gently swaying your hair brought a smile to your face as you sat below a tree. Arms tightened around your waist and you pushed yourself deeper into his embrace. You felt him bury his head into your neck where your scent glands were located and you tilted your head to allow him better access. He hummed in apparition of your gesture and showed it by placing a small kiss on the outline of your glands making a shudder run through your body.

You loved having his time like this. Just the two of you basking in each other's presence with nothing but love in your hearts. It was the only time he allowed himself to truly relax with you in his arms. No one around but just the two of you.

“What's got you so happy?” His voice managed to let your attention fall on the feeling of your lips stretching up into a smile. He placed his chin on your head as he pulled your back flushed against him and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Me i hope.” you didn't have to see his face to know he was smiling , the way his fingers playfully danced along your side was enough evidence of the fact that he was. You scoffed lightly and he barked out a laugh at the sound. “I'm guessing I got it wrong.”

“No you got it right.” you said as you rolled your eyes. “But to guess yourself first is a level of confidence and self assurance that only you would have.”

“Only because you're involved” his words never failed to make butterflies go off in your stomach. Even after months of knowing each other he still manages to find new ways to make your heart flutter.

You felt those butterflies increase when his hands came to the cup of your cheek and pulled your face back to see his. He smiled , one of his rare genuine ones , as his brush brushed the corner of your lip. “My lotus.” he placed his forehead against yours. “I wish for his moment to last forever.”

“But then we wouldn't share any more moments.”

“No i supposed we wouldn't.” he pulled his head back slightly to look you in the eye. “But I might as well make this one more special than the rest.”

His lips met yours in the first kiss you two shared.

It was under that tree that you both shared the first kiss and it was under that tree when you made the decision to run away from him.

Even to this day you still remember the feeling of his lips against yours and the tears that spilled from your eyes as you left the home you had built by his side.

•~•○•~•

Something was wrong.

You just didn't know what…

Whatever it was , it was setting off your omega brain in a way that felt oddly familiar. The feeling poked in the back of your mind for hours as you walked the little town you found yourself in.

It was warm and the feeling of wind on your skin felt good as you walked around the town you found yourself in. You managed to pick out some ripe fruit and a little bit of rice , stuffing your goods into the sad little brown sack you called a bag before you started to make your way back to the motel you were staying in.

Waving to the desk clerk as you walked by , you made your way up the stairs and towards the very end of the hallway where your room was. You threw the sandals you had on onto the floor before an odor caught your nose. You sniffed at yourself and wrinkled your nose when you did so.

‘I need a shower badly’ you thought as you started to make your way to the bathroom. You took off the black halter neck wrap dress you had on before turning the shower on and stepping in. “damn this feels good.” and it did. rarely did you get warm showers , instead more often than not you took a bath in the river due to staying in abandoned houses more often than not.

Humming to yourself you lathered up your body before letting the shower rinse you off. You stayed there a good few more minutes before your fingers started to wrinkle and you stepped out. You grabbed at a towel and wrapped it around your body before stepping closer to the bathroom door and-

Green tea , Petrichor , and warm honey.

The feeling of calmness and safety washed over you did little to quell the burning panic and horror that was creeping up your body. You stood there , paralyzed and rigid as a million thoughts ran through your head. You had no idea what to do.

He wasn't the type to just let his scent run wild like this ,he had better control than that. No , if you could smell him all the way into the bathroom it was because he wanted you to. Wanted you to know he was here.

You swallowed as your erratic eyes set their vision on the window above the bathroom door. It was maybe dangerous and you may sprain something but at least you'll have a headstart in ru-

‘Don't run , Don't Run , DON'T RUN FROM ALPHA.ALPHA.ALPHA.ALPHA’ you choke on your spit when your instincts immediately object to the idea. It was burning and you were forced to turn your head away lest you forcibly drop in the middle of the bathroom with the person who you have been trying to avoid for a whole year right outside the door.

Damn it. You can't run , your stupid instincts won't let up after coming into contact with his scent after so long , and you sure as hell can't fight him. Nothing

There was nothing that you could do to get out of this situation.

You knew this day would come , that he would eventually drag you back into his embrace. You just wished you also knew what to do when that day came. Your arms felt heavy from where they hung at your side and your shoulders hunched over in defeat.

You slowly walked over to the black dress you had on and slipped that and your undergarments on before facing the door. You straightened , squaring your shoulders and evening out your face as you walked over and twisted the door knob open. His scent hits you like a train but as you walk to where your beds were located and stop right under the arch that separated the room.

He still looked as beautiful as you remember him to be.

He sat on the bed , one leg crossed over the other and his face leaning into his hands with a sucker in his mouth , looking like the beautiful god he was. He stared at you and you stared right back. It was silent as you both observed each other before a little smile appeared on his face.

“My beautiful lotus.” he cooed and you shivered a little at hearing his voice.

“Buddha.” was all you said , tone even and he frowned a little.

“Really? Is that all I get after you disappear for a year without telling anybody.” he didn't sound mad , Just annoyed , as if you disappearing for a year was more of an annoyance and hindrance if anything. To him it probably was , what's one year compared to the thousands he lived. Still-the tone did make you flinch a little despite your best efforts not to. If he saw it he didn't say anything about it , only moving a finger in the ‘come here’ motion. You didn't and when he waited for a few more seconds he spoke. “y/n.” ok so maybe he’s feeling more than just a bit annoyed.

Having him use your name instead of his enduring nicknames splurged you to move towards him at a reasonable pace. Buddha watched you , intently , as you made your way over to him before stopping at the food of the bed where he sat. he reached his hand out and pulled you into his lap , cradling you to his chest as one would do a baby with your legs dangling off the sides of his.

“There we go.” you didn't say anything about the slightly relieved tone you heard. “Did you have fun on your little adventure.” he took to rubbing your body , where his hands held you , with his thumb. “I sure do hope so.” and suddenly his scent spiked and with your head being right next to his neck it sent you into a daze that left you a gooey , puddling mess in his hold as you went. “Cause it's going to be the last time I'll let you leave that again , pretty little omega.” He then began to pull something out from god knows where and when your eyes caught sight of it you began to fight the haze that had covered your mind to squirm.

“B-buddha pleeease don't.” your words slurred as you tried to plead with him to not put on the omega collar. God knows that as soon as that thing injects his pheromones into your system you'll become an even more puddle of instincts eager to please the alpha in front of you. “I-i d-don't want it.” he just cooed down at your form as he held the cursed thing up in the light.

“It's ok little lotus , It will just make you a bit more receptive to my demands. I'll take it off as soon as we get home and you'll go right back to your normal self but right now I can't have you fighting me.” the damn collar was pretty too-even if you didn't want to admit it. It was fluffy and the color of his eyes with a golden tag in the shape of a lotus hanging from a loop with the word ‘buddha’ was neatly inscribed on it.

You hated how the omega part of your brain preened and begged for him to put it on , to show all of the valhalla who you belonged to. Your rational part of your brain silenced the omega part and made you squirm harder as you ranked your nails on his arms holding you. “What the-Hey! Stop that you -Don't try to bite me!” you did in fact not stop and continued to fight him as he struggled to hold your flailing form. “No , No , NO! Don't you dare buddha! Let me go and leave me alone-”

“THAT IS ENOUGH!” the alpha voice immediately made you stiffen as your limbs locked in place. For him to yell-his annoyance must be flying through the roof right now. “Now , you're going to sit still and let me put the collar on you like a good little omega.” you hated how patronizing he sounded. You hated how your body was forced to listen to his command even more. He seemed to fiddle with the damn collar before it opened , ready to be put around your neck and seal your fate.

“Y-you. What do you plan on doing.” that seemed to stop him as he blinked down at you wide eyed before a wistful smile crossed his lips. “I love you so much. Do you not know how close you were to breaking me after you left. Putting me through this goose chase after you just to have you in my arms again. And while I do respect your wishes and boundaries you obviously cannot be trusted with your own self considering how you still kept away despite it hurting you. Hurting us.” you wondered how long he had known where you were at to even know that info. You hoped he didn't see the nights of you crying in bed because of how much your heart ached to have him back with you. “So I'm doing what's best for the both of us.”

“If I put a pretty little mating mark on your neck you won't be able to stay away.” your eyes widened as you tried to protest his words.”wait , buddha no-” Key word being tired cause he once more interrupted you “Buddha , yes. I won't let you deny yourself happiness cause of-god knows why you ran away.” he then started to move the collar towards your neck. “I'll figure that out after we've made it home.” tears left your eyes as the fur touched your neck.

He wipes them away with a free hand before kissing you on the forehead. “It's ok little lotus. Your alpha is going to take real good care of you.” and then that damn collar was clamping on your neck and all you knew was a haze.

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your once cotton brain was filled with thoughts you were able to comprehend , slowly , over the course of half an hour. It was only after that time did you realize what your brain was trying to tell you.

Why were your eyes covered?

Your hands flew to your head to tug off the silk that covered your eyes but to avail. It was as if the damn thing had a lock on it that you couldn't feel with how hard it was to even tug the edge of it off your face. One of your ankles was also bound to , what you could assume , was a bedpost by the same indestructible silky material.

You laid there , tossing and turning in your spot as you let the thoughts eat away at your brain. Damn buddha-

Oh…that's right.

Buddha took you once more. You hate yourself for getting too comfortable with your freedom and now you're paying the price for it. You wished you could say you hated being in his arms again. What did he plan on doing to-

“My beautiful lotus.” there was a hand gently moving along your ankle all the way up your calf and you jumped a little. You had been so lost in thought that you didnt hear him enter-that if he left at all. “Did I scare you little one?” he chuckled to himself as that hand continued to crease its way up your body all the way to your face.

You felt the bed dip as the hand cupped the other side of your cheek to move your face towards what you assumed was his. Your suspicions were proven to be correct when you felt hair crease your forearm and a breath fan your face. “Right back where you belong.” he continued to run his hands along the sides of your body.

It was only when you began to shudder and squirm that he pulled away only to bury himself into your neck as he pulled you up , how he did that with chain , you had no idea and finding out didn't seem so important-not when he was pulled you into his lap and forcing your nose to bury itself into his scent glands.

He then begins to pet your hair as he whispers in your ear “I missed you so much you know. It was agony for me to not be able to hold you in my arms everyday that you were gone.” there were fingers tilting your head up and you could feel his lips centimeters away from yours. “Won't you grant me this one thing , my love.” and then his lips were on yours.

It's been so long since you felt him in this way and you hated the way your body seemed to relax in place as he pulled you closer to his body-you hated even more how your body seemed to slot perfectly against his. Like a final puzzle piece being put into place. The kiss was getting even a little too steamy for you as his tongue found its way into your mouth and tangled itself with yours. He pulled away to let you breathe only to dive right back in once you got that gulp of air.

Finally , after only he knows how long . did he pull fully away and you felt a string of saliva on your chin. “If only you could see yourself.” the husk in his voice made you shiver and he nipped at your ear with those tusks of his. “So sweet for me aren't you .” and then you felt him tug on the cloth covering your eyes and an orange glow entered your eyes.

His room was still the same as you remembered it.

It was covered in an orange glow and the center of it all was the man whose lap you currently sat on. His hair down and sprawled out behind him , he wore nothing but an open robe and some pajama pants. You took a quick look at your outfit and noticed he had changed you into a fur trimmed , spaghetti strap , baby blue , satin nightgown.

You could only imagine how you looked. Flushed cheeks , mouth open a little with salvia , and dazed eyes accompanied by your nightgown strap slipping off of you. It's proof of his control that he hasn't pounced on you yet and even then you could feel that sleeping through his hands.

“Do you have any idea on what you do to me , the effect you caused on my life since you came into it? You think its ok for you to just fuck off for a year without telling me where you are.” One of his hands came to cup the back of your neck and pulled you towards him until the both of yall were chest to chest. You had to crane your neck up to even look at him because of the way he loomed over you. “Were you even thinking of the damage you might have caused because of your little adventure?”

The growl in his voice made you shiver and he cooed mockingly down at you from the feeling. “My poor omega. Were you scared without me there with you? Did your heart pang as much as mine did when I wasn't there? I bet it did.” the hand on your neck trailed slowly down your back causing you to arch to get away from the fiery feeling of his hands.

Why did everything seem so-so-God damn it! you can't put a name to it but whatever it was it was making being this close to him all more intoxicating. That's when your eyes noticed some incense around the room and-Oh my god. “Buddha -buddha no. please dont-” he shh your pleads and peppered your face in kisses as you shook there.

He had put up heat inducing incense around the room and in your panic you didn't see or smell them until it was too late. Now you knew what that feeling was in the pit of your stomach that seemed to get worse now that you knew about it.

It was your body calling for its alpha to take care of it.

“I love you so much and it broke my heart to have you away from the safety of my arms like that. But i can assure you it won't be happening again.” he nipped at your ear and a small whimper escaped your mouth. “If I put a pretty little mating mark on your neck you won't be able to leave.”

“Buddha wait please , let me-”

“There's only one thing I'm letting you do tonight.” he interrupted you and suddenly you were flipped onto your back with him between your legs. He was pushing up your dress with one hand while holding down your squirming hips with the other. “Now take it like the good girl you are.”

The feeling of his fingers teasing your slit through your panties made you shudder. “Look at you. So wet for me.” he pinched your lips , making your clit puff out from in between and leaving a nice wet patch on your panties. “I do wonder what the source looks like.” your pussy was exposed when he tore off your last defense from his hungry eyes.

He teased your slit once more before spreading you , exposing your hole out as he whistled. “So pretty for me baby.” he blew and watched as the hole twitched as a whine escaped your mouth. He circled around the hole as his other hand teased your clit until you were a whining , squirmy mess beneath him. Buddha watched the way your face turned red and your expression haze as you became more lost in your heat-induced mind. “There we go omega , so good for me.” he encouraged as he cooed over you. He was going to have you cock drunk by the end of this he was sure of.

He lets one of his fingers collect your wetness before slowly sinking it into your core. the sound that tore through your throat was nothing but whorish. You were going to be an embarrassed mess the next morning but right now all you cared about was the way buddha's finger slipped into your walls. He seemed to still one he got knuckles deep before pulling back and slipping right back in with a slow pace.

He worked you up on just one finger alone before your voice was begging for more in which he slipped a second finger in. this time he sped up the pace as he curled his fingers. That little action seemed to have hit a nerve in your body that caused pleasure to spread all the way down to your bones as you jerked your hips to catch his hand.

He pushed your hip down but continued to fuck you on his fingers. “So beautiful , so perfect for me like this.” The wet sound of his hand meeting your ass cheeks every time he came into contact with them made you shudder as he continued to hit that sweet spot in your core. “Taking my fingers so well my little lotus. Can you handle a bit more?” and then he was leaning forward as his tongue caught your clit suddenly.

You screamed from pleasure as he swirled and sucked on your clit all the while you lost yourself on his fingers-when did he add in three-that were plugging in and out of you. It was becoming too much and you felt your hands scramble for purchase to ground yourself. You found them tangled in his hair and the groan he let out only made you moan more as the vibration traveled straight to your core.

“Buddha , buddha , love , please i cant-cant-” you were a babbling moaning mess as he ruined you completely. His fingers were curled now , catching your g-spot everything the went in and out , and his tongue was practically makingout with your puffy clit. He seemed to give your clit a break as he pulled up. “Yes you can. You can take it little lotus. I'll. make. Sure. of it.” Each word was met with a kiss to your clit before he dove right back into his mistreatment.

Something was building up in the pit of your stomach and you felt yourself getting tighter and tighter the longer he continued. “Buddha , buddha-please i'm about to-” he growled as he got up just enough for him to speak. “Then by all means , cum for me omega.”

And who were you to deny your alphas order.

With a couple more thrust and a swirl of your clit he had you seeing whiteness as you sprayed yourself all over his hand and chin. His thrust was a little weaker as he coaxed out your orgasm for as long as physically possible. He only let up once he heard your little whine as he sat up to lock eyes with you. He made a show of licking your essence from his mouth and fingers as you looked away embarrassed.

Your heat was in full swing now and right now all it cared about was getting his cock and knot inside you.

You heard the shuffling of clothes being taken off and you felt him spread your legs wide apart before settling in between them. “Tonight we join as one. When this is all over you will be mine as I am yours.” you felt the head tease at your entrance as it gathered up some of your slick. And then he was slowly dragging himself in and-Oh my god.

You've never felt so full and so right as he bottomed out and a moan left your mouth at the feeling. He seems to be frozen in place , taking the time to feel how your pulse and flutter around him as a groan leaves his mouth. You felt just as perfect as he imagined you to be.

And then he started moving and your hands went fumbling once more before he hooked your legs over his shoulders to grab at your wrist and pin them above your head. “Calm down little lotus. If you break, I'll be sure to put you back together again.” with that he was thrusting into you hard and fast. It knocked your breath out and soon enough you were a moaning withering mess once more. The feel of him dragging himself in and out of your walls left sparks sizing your nerves in the best way possible.

Buddha looked down at you as he continued to roll his hips. Face flushed in red and moans leaving your lips like prayer , it was a beautiful sight that egged him on more. He leaned up , still having your legs thrown over his shoulders , and left a kiss on its febrile skin. “You look so beautiful, split open on me like this.” a strangled keen left your mouth at the praise and he chuckled into the skin of leg. “You feel so good wrapped around me yeah? Do you want more , do you want more of your alpha?”

You couldnt think clearly , not when his hips were rolling into yours and not when he took your legs off his shoulders to press them firmly back against your chest. That seemed to allow him to deeper and a garble escaped your mouth as he drilled himself deeper into you. “Buddha! Buddha! Buddha!” you chanted his name like it was the only thing you could remember. He lets out a please him as he reaches down between your legs to roll your pearly bud between his fingers , leaving one hand to hold up your legs.

That got you screaming out in pleasure as he continued to play with your body to his own pace. “Buddha ! buddha!” a single word left your mouth that caused the temperature in the room to skyrocket. “Alpha~” that seemed to get him going as a growl left his lips and suddenly he was really fucking your brains out.

“Thats right , its your alpha taking care of you and its your alpha thats fucking you.” that familiar feeling was creeping back up your body and buddha hissed when he felt you tighten. “You're not ever leaving my side again. I won't allow it.” h was swirling and pinching at your clit and you felt yourself shake in pleasure at the mistreatment. “Now do as our alpha says and cum.”And with that your legs are shaking as your second orgasm hits you for that night as your nerves light themselves on fire.

Yet despite this something was still missing and you felt yourself sob out for whatever it was. “Was you not cumming enough?” buddha teased as he fucked you through your orgasm with no sign of him stopping anytime soon. “What does my omega want huh? A kiss? Another orgasm?” his hair was sprawled out everywhere around y'all as those blue eyes of his seem to glow in the dimly lit room. “My knot?”

That was it , that was what you wanted-no needed. You nodded your head “yeah , yeah.” he chuckled as his legs felt limp and twisted yall body’s so you were seated on his lap as he continued to jack hammer into you. He moved your hair from one side on your neck as he nibbled on the sensitive area that was your scent glands. You jerked and whittered from the new position as the base of his shaft started to expand. “So pretty for me , like on the most beautiful goddess laid out before me.”

“But do you know what would make you prettier?” he said as he scraped his teeth along your scent glands causing you to shudder. “Having my mating mark on your neck.” and then everything happened all at once. His knot grew and he slammed it into you and his hot spurts of cum shot inside you leaving you thruly fucked out of your mind and unable to form a sentnse or word. And then he was biting into your neck and you felt the bond forming between the two of you as he let go of your neck to lick at the blood dribbling out.

You feel your own fangs come out and Buddha pushes you towards his own scent glands with a gentle petting hand. “Go on omega , mark me as your.” and mark him you did , biting down on the gland caused another spit of his cum to shoot out from where he was locked in with you causing your wall to flutter around him.

He lets his face fall into your neck where he kisses the newly mated mark on your neck with a pleased hum. “Mine.”

•~•○•~•

The wind was blowing through your hair as you stood in the garden of buddhas palaces. You let yourself wander around the area until a familiar scent reached your nose. You didn't move to greet him , only stood there watching as a butterfly went from one flower to the other.

He reached and when he did he placed a kiss against the scared over mating mark on your neck causing you to shudder. “Little lotus.” He greeted you with a warmth that left it hard to stay in any short of a bad mood around him no matter how hard you tried. “Buddha.” you greeted back and you could imagine the smile he sent your way. He never did figure out why you ran away that day and you weren't ready for him to find out. Least he make good on that promise you unfortunately overheard.

You felt him cup your belly , now round and filled with his child , as he lets you lean into his embrace. “Come along now little lotus , I've got something to show you.” you let him lead you into the house with the sun rising behind the two of you.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

Okay, pulls out pitch notecards, idk who will want this, but I'm making it. It's based heavily on this post @kinardsboy wrote, but it's gonna be BuckTommy not Rocker/Buck. So, here's the gist:

25-year-old Tommy, barely just getting his life together, maybe a year after Gerrard was kicked out of the 118, and almost a year since Tommy has come out, stumbles across 19-year-old Buck terribly stealing a bag of chips from the grocery store. And usually, Tommy's policy when he sees people steal food is no, he didn't, but there's no way Buck's going to be able to hide that bag of chips, he does not have the right jacket for that, and even then, bad choice in food to steal.

This starts up a conversation that ends up with Tommy buying the chips for Buck, taking Buck to get dinner because Tommy's been in that position before (possibly kicked out of his home or left it young), and hears Buck's story - he fucked up at community college, ran away from his terrible parents who were just going to judge him, tried to get his older sister to run with him and leave her abusive husband, but instead ended up with a car. And he had decided to live as far away from his parents as he could think of - California.

This ends up with Tommy letting Buck couch surf at his place until Buck figures out what he wants to do with his life, gets back on his feet, or at least gets a job. Because Tommy has slept in his car before and that was never great. Having an address, even a temporary one, is also good for a job search.

Tommy lets Buck join him at the station maybe the next day or after a few days and Buck falls in love with it. The idea of helping, the comradery, the people. He finds the newest of a long string of captains at the station, Bobby, to be admirable. He wants to become a firefighter. All the while, Tommy is thinking about how he misses flying. He had signed up to be a pilot for the military, but one wrong relationship with a terrible guy who happened to have a lot of power cost Tommy and had him discharged early. Which honestly might have been for the best, but Tommy still felt drawn to the sky.

Buck and Tommy encourage each other to pursue their dreams. Tommy helps Buck get through the fire academy and Buck pushes Tommy to apply for a transfer to Harbor Station. Buck drags his feet on finding a new place once he starts his time as a probie at the 118. It becomes a little more complicated for Tommy to get through all the red tape of becoming a full firefighter pilot due to how he was discharged from the military. Still, Buck manages to be a probie with enough pay to at least move into his own place and Tommy gets that transfer he's been waiting for.

It's bittersweet, but they're happy for each other, even if they're not sort of living in each other's pockets any longer. And there's a loneliness in both of their newfound senses of independence, but there's something healthy about it; something good.

And maybe they're both sad that they're drifting apart. Tommy isn't sure if anyone at the 118 really would even want to keep in touch, let alone Evan. And Buck is reluctant to overstep.

But they meet each other a little over a year later, on Buck's twenty-first birthday since Eddie (who had joined as a probie alongside Buck and became fast friends with both of them) invited Tommy to come - that he knows Buck would want him there. Tommy had thrown Buck's twentieth, after all. Why wouldn't Buck want him at his twenty-first?

And Tommy isn't sure. He's not sure if he's actually wanted, but he takes a leap of faith. And Buck's in a good place - a fantastic place since Tommy met him about two years ago. And Tommy's more confident and in a better place too. And they decide, yes. They can pursue this. It felt like wrong timing before, but now, with them both in good places and happier people and the power dynamic equal, they can fall into the feelings they have had for one another maybe since they first met.

So.

I'll be working on that soon.

[iamnmbr3]

Can we do multiples for this? If so, #8 and #12 for Drarry please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Sure!

8. Unpopular opinion about them

I am not a fan of drarry being depicted in canon universes as either 'cool masculine action hero harry'/'damsel in distress fragile draco' or 'sweet but kinda dumb and blundering harry'/'calm cool and collected ice prince draco' or 'enemies who still loathe and distrust each other postwar to very reluctant openly hostile allies to lovers.' All these dynamics are fine if you want to read/write them but the thing is...at least to me...they aren't drarry. And by reducing the characters to those dynamics you end up missing out on a lot of the nuance that makes the characters special and the ship interesting and you kinda flatten them into something pretty generic.

Contrary to popular fanon Harry is not dumb. He was supposed to be in Slytherin for a reason. He's very clever and observant and resourceful. And while he can be very kind and compassionate he also can be deadly when he needs to be and has a real temper that many people, even those close to him (though interestingly not Draco), can find intimidating at times. Draco also is a very good Occlumens and definitely matures a lot, but he's also not someone who is innately cold and dignified, much as he might wish to be. He's hot and firey and emotional too - just like Harry - but presents that in different ways. And yes in later books Draco often overcomes and masters his fears and emotions - because he has to - but it's not easy for him, and sometimes it all comes bursting out. And that makes him interesting and complex and human.

However Draco is also not a fragile damsel in distress. By the end of the series he is no longer the sheltered boy who once dramatically claimed to be "dying" because Buckbeak scratched him. He's been branded with the Dark Mark, been tortured by Voldemort himself, and used Unforgivables on others in turn - even if under duress. He's had to survive living with Voldemort and his followers in his house while he and his family were out of favor and virtually defenseless. He showed himself to be far more clever and resourceful than many would have given him credit for during book 6. In book 7 despite knowing intimately the terrible fate he was likely condemning himself and his family to if Harry & Co escaped, he didn't reveal the fact that he saw Ron & Harry had freed themselves from their bonds in the cell and didn't identify Harry and his friends, which bought them the time they needed to get away. He also held his own in a duel against Harry - who is extremely skilled - due to his quick reflexes, powerful magic, and strong ability to use nonverbal spells. Draco is tough and powerful in his own right, especially after the war and wouldn't just collapse into frightened hysterics at the slightest danger or find himself unable to fend off an angry group of younger students during 8th year.

He and Harry are equals and foils and parallels and opposites all at once. That's what makes their dynamic so interesting. They can stand up to each other and they never are afraid of each other - even when logic says they should be - and their skills and abilities and temperaments are extremely complimentary.

Also I love a good 'toxic dark bitterest of foes to lovers' fic but again, that doesn't feel like postwar drarry. They couldn't bring themselves to hate each other at the height of the war. Harry spent most of book 7 worrying about Draco. Draco risked everything for Harry at the Manor. They're not going to suddenly start a bitter feud after all the pressures pitting them against each other are gone. Postwar Draco would feel guilt and regret over his actions. And Harry, who lied for Draco after the Astronomy Tower Incident in book 6, is unlikely to suddenly decide he's angry Draco didn't end up in Azkaban. (Which is not to say he might not be suspicious of or curious about Draco's activities - but it wouldn't come from a place of hatred or openly vicious aggression.)

What's so fascinating and unique about this ship is that for all they are rivals and later enemies on the opposite sides of a war they don't hate and distrust each other the way you'd expect. Yes there's enmity and hostility. Yes they have to fight each other sometimes. But they also understand each other so deeply. And whenever one of them is actually in danger they always, always save each other.

It is this complex and contradictory relationship that makes them so interesting to me. And so unique compared to a lot of other ships and ship dynamics.

(I also wrote about an unpopular opinion for Draco here.)

12. Crack headcanon

There was a 7 year long 'will they or won't they' betting pool among an ever widening circle of students traumatized by having been subjected to their shenanigans.

Send me a character/ship from any fandom and a number.

[vickyvicarious]

Oh yes, the feeling that you have to rely to the creeper who you loathe so much that you have come to hate even the rooms he resides in, that he's not the scariest thing in your life, that you have to run to his arms for safety. Horror! Dracula claiming him was the high point of the entry (than the almost-bite)

Honestly, yeah. The dynamics between Dracula and Jonathan are so scary, to the point that all the supernatural events are the cherry on top rather than the main course, as far as the horror of this section goes.

Dracula does so much manipulation here, holds so many different kinds of power over Jonathan, and multiple levels of each too. He's got physical power - both in the sense of the castle being a prison, and in the sense of his incredible strength. He's got social power - as a noble, and as a client/boss. He's got monetary power over Jonathan too, able to potentially make or ruin his career. He has so much control over Jonathan's ability to express himself - he's the only company available to him, he's forcing him to keep up a pretense of friendship, he's limiting and controlling his communication with others. Jonathan has no escape: he can't go out of the castle because he's locked in, he can't go many places inside the castle because he's locked out of them, and now he can't leave the rooms Dracula wants him in because otherwise the vampire ladies will get him, and within those rooms there is nowhere safe from Dracula himself. Jonathan has seemingly no action he can take: if he sneaks around behind Dracula's back, a greater threat awaits. If he acts openly, Dracula's own threat may become realized. If he doesn't act at all, he's doomed. If he acts at all, he's doomed. If he trusts Dracula, he's doomed. If he doesn't trust Dracula, he's doomed.

Of course, the supernatural elements are the mechanics by which Dracula increases the stakes, the threats underlying the charming veneer. Specifically, the introduction of the vampire women is what puts Jonathan in this seemingly inescapable box, and one with potential threats to something even greater than his life.

But Dracula's playing this Bluebeard role and could have done so with some more mundane threat as well, without changing too terribly much about his own actions. Where he's scariest (at least to me) is in these interactions with Jonathan, in these manipulative webs and traps he lays out in his words, in the way he pushes so many boundaries until they're forced to collapse or warp under the pressure. Jonathan's privacy keeps getting worn away. Dracula's speech and touch get more familiar and more possessive. He started out the first night blaming Jonathan for the things he did himself ('oh, why did you make your conversation so interesting we had to stay up all night?') and escalates until now he's making Jonathan be the one to act, and to suffer the consequences: whether in forcing him to lie to his loved ones, or in dangling the bait of sleeping outside his room and then only barely saving him when he does. And Jonathan has no real choice but to act. To fail to do so, in one way or another, would mean giving up all hope at escape or likely even survival. But because he has to act, he winds up feeling complicit. He ends up in situations where Dracula thanks him, forgives him, saves him. It keeps putting them on seemingly the same side, with Jonathan in a lesser/reliant role. And that's all a huge lie, at its core. But in a very real way, it's true too, to an extent. More and more, he's getting layers of resistance scraped away, and having to seek safety from Dracula now is so, so horrifying. In many ways all he truly has left is his will to live, his internal determination to resist - and now he's been given powerful incentive not to trust in that latter part too much. It's absolutely brutal.

He's walking a wire that just keeps getting thinner and thinner. All he can possibly do is try to keep this balancing act going, and hope for something to change that will give him more options down the line.

[longagoitwastuesday]

Anyway, if anyone is interested, Borges' "Pascal's Sphere" plays with a few of the topics/motifs I saw in the moment in which Gojo first extends his Domain that made me rewatch the same five minutes of that one episode over and over for days, like a broken watch rewinding but unable to move on. It's also just a few paragraphs long

Every day I am haunted by the fact JJK could be amazing but it will be just idk Bleach or something

[the-scheme-system]

I’ve noticed that it’s rather difficult to find medical kink content from the other perspective, well I’m here to provide.

Disclaimer: I hope it’s obvious but I am not an actual doctor. This is a fetish that I can’t control having, obviously I would never actually do this to someone.

Warnings: non-con, medical fetish, abuse of power dynamics, this doctor should not be licensed, a simultaneously great and terrible understanding of the medical system, clinical terminology such as “genitalia” and “vaginal canal”, sub has a vulva/vagina and they/them is used.

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To make it clear, I hardly desire physical contact at all. The idea of doing anything sexual with my own body disgusts me, the only pleasure I get from this is mental, which I feel somehow makes it more sadistic.

I walk down the hallway towards the exam room, reading through the chart and smirking under my mask. I stop in front of the door, straighten my back and clear my throat. I knock firmly and wait a few seconds before walking in.

“Good morning, I’m Dr. Chisaki, you must be (name)”

After getting a nod from the nurse opposite me, I look over at our patient. Observing how they look away from my gaze, playing with their fingers and shifting uncomfortably. I lean over the desk and double check the information on my computer before turning back to them. From this point, my focus should solely be on the clinical aspects. For a while I was ashamed to admit any enjoyment I got from this. What kind of doctor would feel this way about their patients? I should be ashamed of myself. But I’m not. Any shame left me a long time ago, and at this point I rationalize it to myself by saying it’s normal to enjoy your job. Right?

I take my place at the end of the exam table, glancing quickly to the nurse and then down at the instrument tray. I grab and begin to put on the exam gloves, the patient noticeably reacts to this. Seeming more uncomfortable as time goes on. The nurse squeezes their hand gently, the patient starts to relax, but suddenly someone is calling for the nurse from the hall.

“Oh dear- I’ll just be a second I’m so sorry-“ she rushes out.

I follow her, glancing out the door as she exits. Before slyly locking it behind her. I turn back to my patient, who looks a lot more concerned

“Now, shall we begin?”

The patient seems too nervous to protest as I make my way back, changing my gloves after having touched the lock.

I ask them to lay back, to just try to relax and that this will be over as soon as possible. Gently at first, I try to spread their legs. They hesitate, so I become a bit more firm. I notice them close their eyes and I will admit I silently chuckle to myself,

“For some people it’s easier to have their eyes closed and for some it’s easier to have them open. Do whichever makes you feel more comfortable, but I will advise you most first time patients prefer to be able to see what I’m doing.”

Their eyes slowly open as I lift the gown, a gloved finger gently tracing along their labia. Their breath hitches and I feel them tense

“Please just try to relax”

I begin to gently press it into them, slowly, watching for any pain or reaction at all. They squirm a bit, looking away from me, but I can feel how they’re actually feeling. Surprisingly wet, I’m able to push another finger in with little effort. This causes more of a reaction though. They gasp slightly then immediately turn their head away, squeezing their eyes shut. They may try to ignore that, but I can’t ignore how they clenched down at first. I begin to slowly move my fingers, gently pushing in and curling them. They try to not react, and for a few seconds they’re successful, but as I push my fingers deeper a moan draws from their lips.

I make no visible reaction, but I’m smiling under the mask. I begin to focus on moving deeper, I am actually performing an exam after all. Two fingers continuing to thrust and curl inside of them, I start to look over and examine the external genitalia with my other hand. Deciding it would be best if I also examine clitoral function while I’m here. Thumb pressing gently into it, I feel them clench more. They attempt to close their legs but I firmly redirect it. Giving them a warning glare, the first time I’ve really bothered to make eye contact. They look more scared at that, but it’s quickly overshadowed but my hands getting back to work.

I’ve learned in this job that consistency is what causes an orgasm. A predictable rhythm their body can fall into. And before they even realize it, they’ll be cumming around my fingers. Not this one though, this one was actually enjoying it. I could tell they were still trying very hard to hold back, but at a certain point instinct takes over. The way their body would jerk, the noises they attempted to stifle, all of it led to me leaning over them further than normal, hand planted next to their head. Looking down at them, watching them unravel. They shyed away from me, and I continued. It didn’t take very much longer, I let them close their legs this time. They reached up to cover their mouth, and came on my exam table. Shaking, crying, gripping onto whatever they could reach. Looking up at me for guidance

“You did wonderfully” I reassure.

They nod a bit and look away, I slowly remove my fingers and stand straight beside them. Carefully removing the gloves and washing my hands thoroughly.

“I’ll give you a few minutes to clean up while I record my findings, I’ll return in about five minutes. You’re welcome to either leave when you’re done and receive the results through email, or you can wait here and we can discuss them in person.”

They nod and I make my exit, walking down the hall and spotting my nurse. She was sitting at her desk, charting. She glances up for a moment and I see her quirk a brow at me, I nod at her. We both knew she wasn’t coming back into that exam room.

I sit down at my desk and begin to chart

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Patient Name: Date of Birth:

Exam Date: Conducting Physician:

Supervising Physician:

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“Exam progressed as usual with no incidents. No significant or abnormal findings within the vaginal canal. No significant or abnormal findings on the cervix. Clitoris was found to be significantly more sensitive than normal. Will advise patient of methods to reduce or cope with this.”

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I grab my laptop and return to the room. The patient remains, having dressed themselves and sitting patiently on the table. I sit down on my stool, crossing my legs and place the laptop on my lap.

“I’m glad you decided to stay, I do have a few findings to discuss with you.” They look a bit nervous again.

“Overall everything went well during your exam. Everything internally is normal and no cause for concern” the nervousness fades and is replaced with confusion, I continue “well, I found that your clitoris is a lot more sensitive than expected. There’s nothing wrong with this, and it’s nothing that will cause any significant health impacts. However, especially now that you’re aware of it, it may lead to discomfort or, well, let’s say be a bit of a distraction. Don’t worry, there are ways to help. My usual recommendation is physical therapy.”

“and what would that entail?” They speak for the first time, softly

Once again I smile under my mask

“Essentially it would be what we did today, but with a lot more focus and intensity.”

Their eyes widen but it doesn’t seem to be fear anymore

“I would like to see you back within two weeks to begin treatment, I have an appointment available next week at the same time.”

They hesitate

“But if that’s too long to wait, I do make house calls.”

If I missed any tags/warnings please let me know, asks are open on anon.

[feartoxinjelloshot]

clipsverse SWAP AU! for fun! character elaboration under the cut because it gets kind of wordy:

selina's deal is pretty straightforward: she has the typical “saw parents die as a child" backstory, but she’s obviously not a millionare so she’s operating out of some kind of condemned underground parking lot... somewhere. authentic gotham grunge i guess. she’s a functioning alcoholic and i am obsessed with her. she's a hardboiled detective like batman, but tends to be a bit more cynical - sort of like if rorschach from watchmen was a normal person and also didn't hate sex. firefly is her "guy in the chair" similar to what alfred is to batman in canon, minus the surrogate parent part, obviously. public opinion is pretty split on if the bat is a man or a woman under there. i don't really have swap ideas for the robins ironed out, but i'm thinking that cass and stephanie are her robin and red hood equivalents (cass being dick, stephanie being jason). cass would have an allblack bird theme going on, so she might be "crow" or "blackbird" instead of robin. dunno what stephanie's red hood rendition is like. purple hood? i'll figure it out eventually.

bruce’s parents are alive, but he has a terrible relationship with them and with his own wealth so he mitigates the guilt complex by dressing up as a cat to steal and redistribute resources to people who actually need it. he could probably do that in daylight but there is something very wrong with him. i don't think his dumb slutty playboy persona is entirely genuine even without his parents' deaths, but he does lean into it more and incorporate parts of it into his vigilante persona over time. i think this version of bruce is just generally very lonely under the surface. he tries to be normal in his daytime life and he's very bad at it - theft aside, in a certain sense being the cat(man? woman?) is his own break for freedom; he felt a need to plunge himself far into the deep end of what normal society calls a 'freak'. ...writing it out like this, we're probably lucky he didn't start killing people. fortunately batman isn't really that kind of guy in any universe.

meanwhile on the other side of the rails: ivy! her deal is slightly unformed right now due to the fact that the hatter and the joker also swap places in this au - so the hatter is a dangerous, evil mastermind intent on controlling gotham to suit their whims, and the joker is... just a harmless silly little guy. yeah. i don't have swap-hatter's exact personality ironed out yet, so detailing his and ivy's dynamic would be difficult, but i can say that while she is his loyal second-in-command at his table of advisors, she is also plotting against him. ivy is a consistent loner in both mainline cv and here, and while she doesn't have the same tumultuous, antagonistic, emotional relationship with him as harley does with the joker, she is also frankly not interested in being his number one until the end of time. she wants to do it herself and she wants to do it right. this is an ivy who, in lieu of her own world-altering gift, is scraping tooth and nail to successfully supersede the most powerful entity she can her her hands on. the hatter is blissfully unaware of this - we can't all be perfect.

harley, for her part, is very tame in comparison. she mirrors ivy's canonical backstory pretty closely: an esteemed scientist studying stem cell relations who was denied funding, mocked, and forced to experiment on herself to prove a point, unwittingly connecting herself to a worldwide hive-mind of plantlife. this version of harley, while still dressed as a scientist, is far more surface-level emotionally volatile than mainline ivy, more impulsive and irrational, and probably willing to lean much farther into the classic poison ivy reputation as a villainous seductress, to varying degrees of honesty and success. it takes ivy an incredible degree of patience and control to maintain the mental and physical balance she strikes with the green, and this version of harley has far less of both. she lets it use her body as a conduit of earthly rage and she lets the poison infect her skin and organs until mottled and decaying. she's not unhappy, but she's not exactly stable, either.

jonathan is a mysterious, faux-sleazy lounge singer who lost his left arm to a snake bite infection as a child and thereafter became obsessed with the symbolism of the balance of life via games, tricks and questions - winning and losing, birth and death, etc. the ouroboros is a common symbol in his theatrics. he possesses a certain degree of social confidence that the mainline jonathan has never quite been capable of - while he doesn't have the same fervent need for attention as edward, he takes a compulsory delight in the mental influence he achieves on small crowds and will employ many avenues to get ahold of it. he's certainly not outgoing: he keeps almost entirely to himself offstage, uninterested in fame outside of his show persona. unlike mainline jonathan who views the scarecrow as a genuine self-inflicted diety, this jon sees his persona as more of a mantle or responsibility that he must take on in order to discover new truths about the world. like his canon counterpart he is asexual and uninterested in sex, but i imagine that he has less qualms about leading people on as an act to get what he wants from them. he's not terribly famous in his singing career, but he's become a bit of an underground legend for his resolute 1920s-inspired style and occasional genuine debonair charm.

edward in comparison is not nearly as ritualistically compelled as mainline scarecrow, but he’s far less cagey about his own machinations and his mental relationship to them: he lives in a tricked-out barn somewhere on the far outskirts of gotham, and he spends his time as a propmaster creating elaborate saw-trap-esque haunted houses and escape rooms to invoke panic in his “guests”. he wanders the halls of his own houses along with the guests, repairing and tinkering, or just scaring the shit out of them. he also makes a genuine living by making and selling cosplay props and other related objects online; he's developed a bit of an internet presence through this channel, though he's not as fixated on it as the mainline riddler would be. he still craves spectacle and attention, but he's more of a "quality over quantity" guy according to his own standards and is rarely happy with the work he creates, hence the endless roundabout of creation and reinvention.

[merwgue]

Cassian and Mor’s relationship is one of the more baffling dynamics in the ACOTAR series. The emotional and psychological complexity, combined with their outright failure to establish boundaries, creates a toxic cycle that affects not only them but those around them, especially Nesta and Azriel. Let’s break down the layers of dysfunction and toxicity in their relationship:

Cassian’s Conflicting Feelings for Mor

1. Cassian’s Obsession with Mor: Despite claiming to see Mor as a "sister," Cassian’s actions contradict this on multiple levels. He constantly defers to her, listens to her, and essentially worships her, giving her power over him that goes beyond a normal sibling-like relationship. This level of deference to Mor is particularly troubling when you consider his supposed bond with Nesta.

The Issue with Nesta: In 800 pages of A Court of Silver Flames, Cassian doesn’t tell Nesta that he ever had feelings for Mor or that there was a confusing dynamic there. Hiding this from Nesta, who’s supposed to be his mate, creates a deep foundation of dishonesty. If Cassian really saw Nesta as his equal and mate, why wouldn’t he be more forthcoming about his past with Mor? It’s a massive breach of trust.

2. Not Defending His Mate: When Mor suggested that Nesta be sent to Hewn City, a place she knows is hell for women, Cassian just agrees with her. The fact that he doesn’t defend Nesta, his mate, from such a terrible fate says a lot about his priorities and loyalty. If he truly cared for Nesta, he would have stood up for her against Mor, but instead, he goes along with Mor’s suggestion. This is not just a minor oversight; it speaks to his lack of respect and protection for Nesta, the woman he’s supposed to be bonded to.

Mor’s Manipulative Behavior

1. Using Cassian to Deter Azriel: Mor’s sexuality is complex, and while it’s understandable that she doesn’t want to hurt Azriel with the truth of her bisexuality, her continued use of Cassian as a shield is incredibly damaging.

Leading Azriel On: Mor knows full well that Azriel has feelings for her, yet she doesn’t put a stop to it. Instead, she uses Cassian as a way to keep Azriel at bay without having to address the real issue. This is manipulative and shows a lack of emotional maturity on Mor’s part. By leading Azriel on, she’s effectively psychologically torturing him, allowing him to believe there’s hope when she knows there isn’t.

2. Impact on Friendships: Mor’s behavior has ruined the dynamic between Azriel and Cassian. By constantly using Cassian to divert Azriel’s attention, she’s driving a wedge between the two friends. Azriel is left heartbroken and confused, while Cassian is complicit in the manipulation. The emotional toll this takes on all of them is enormous, and it’s a huge part of why this relationship dynamic is so toxic.

The Destructive Power Dynamic

1. Mor’s Control Over Cassian: Mor’s influence over Cassian is clear—he constantly defers to her, even over his mate, and prioritizes her feelings and opinions. This gives Mor an uncomfortable amount of control over Cassian’s actions, even when it’s to the detriment of his relationship with Nesta. This imbalance in power leads to further dysfunction, where Cassian is torn between loyalty to Mor and his bond with Nesta.

2. Lack of Boundaries: The fact that there are no clear boundaries between Mor and Cassian’s relationship is what makes it so volatile. Mor continues to use Cassian when it suits her, and Cassian is unable (or unwilling) to set boundaries that would protect his relationship with Nesta or his friendship with Azriel. Without these boundaries, the entire inner circle becomes entangled in a toxic web of unspoken feelings and unresolved tensions.

Emotional Fallout

Nesta’s Marginalization: Cassian’s inability to prioritize Nesta over Mor, or even stand up for her, marginalizes Nesta in the worst way. She’s left feeling unsupported and dismissed, while Mor continues to hold an elevated status in Cassian’s life. This is not the foundation of a healthy mate bond.

Azriel’s Pain: Mor’s manipulation of Azriel is nothing short of emotional torture. Azriel is left in limbo, constantly yearning for something that will never happen, and instead of addressing the issue head-on, Mor keeps him at arm’s length, leaving him emotionally fractured.

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Conclusion: A Relationship Built on Dysfunction

Cassian and Mor’s relationship is rife with manipulation, dishonesty, and a lack of boundaries, creating an environment that’s toxic for everyone involved. Cassian’s failure to defend Nesta, coupled with Mor’s manipulation of both Cassian and Azriel, has created a destructive cycle that harms everyone around them. Rather than being a relationship built on trust or loyalty, it’s one marked by emotional confusion, power imbalances, and psychological damage. This dynamic ultimately undermines Cassian’s supposed bond with Nesta and Mor’s friendships, creating an ever-present cloud of dysfunction within the inner circle.

Ty @litnerdwrites for letting me use your post as inspo❤️❤️❤️