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[raith-way]

multiverse scenes that (most likely) won’t be in the original fic

archaic kings

“Anyone seen Jo?” Darcy asked as she walked into the den. So far, only three people had made it to their designated meeting spot before leaving for the night’s festivities. She looked over at the closest person to her, Tony, who just shrugged. Tony was reclined back in a chair, practically laying down in the thing, and the closest he came to wearing a costume was putting on a tee shirt that read: left my cape at home. Dig at Strange? Most likely.

“She’s still getting ready,” Bruce answered. In a chair across from Tony, Bruce was sitting in the same relaxed manner as Tony and was showing more skin than she’d seen outside of training or a mission. Doreen wasn’t kidding when she said she gave Bruce a relaxed costume, but did an unbuttoned shirt and jeans count as a costume?

“As her favorite superhero, allegedly,” Tony added. He sounded bored, but his eyes were alert on the opening to the den where Darcy was still standing. Darcy wasn’t focused on Tony now though. Her attention had been pulled to Steve, another lazy costumer just wearing a Superman shirt with his usual jeans. He had shifted though, something unlike him, and was resolutely not looking towards the den doorway. He hadn’t even looked her way, and Steve always looked at people when they entered a room.

“Who is Jo’s favorite superhero?” Darcy didn’t ask the question aloud, but she was curious. As the girlfriend of Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, had she picked one of them? Jo could definitely rock an iron suit, but Darcy would pay to see her covered head to toe in green paint.

“Avengers!” The loud yell came from behind Darcy, loud enough and sudden enough to make her jump and spin away, and her eyes widened as she took in the sight. She even backed up a few steps to let the captain walk into the den properly.

“Steve is your favorite superhero?” Darcy got out around a startled laugh.

“Aw, c’mon! Cap is the best!” Jo declared and raised her borrowed shield, but her fierce captain look only lasted for a moment before she started grinning. “Steve, stop blushin’ or I’m keepin’ the shield!”

“So, you two, what’s the verdict?” Darcy asked as she looked between Tony and Bruce. Neither looked upset at not being their lover’s favorite. It actually looked like Tony couldn’t stop checking out the new America’s ass.

“Lovely!” Bruce declared for both of them. Darcy smiled and tried not to laugh at the way the two scientists watched Jo with open affection as she tried to get Steve to spar with her in the den, and she collapsed onto the arm of the chair that Tony was in.

“Happy Halloween,” Darcy whispered to Tony.

“Happy holidays, kid,” Tony said without looking away from Jo. Bruce looked at Tony with the same open affection he’d had aimed at Jo, and Darcy relaxed more against the chair. Hopeless, the three of them.

Forever: @connietheecunning @waterloou @vintagecptmrvl @hiddenqveendom @asirensrage @arrthurpendragon @jvstjewels @reggiemantleholdmyhand-tle @cas-verse

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[locustsend]

all seeing eye.

[anotherramblingfangirl]

Summary: 

“As of the books timeline, Madrigal never knew about Tania - dismissing the claim of her being his a scam and having his lawyer silence an annoying doe who insisted it, before forgetting about the matter entirely.

But what if the other Raith's had become aware much earlier, of what he had led to - and for once the scorned fear eater had been made to take responsibility for his own actions?

A child acquired and custody given.“

[blues-of-randomness]

I don't have spotify so I'm using my 2024 recap instead (and the story in mind is one i'm drafting called "Emerald Edge")

First Song (the overall vibe): A humans touch by TWRP.

Yep, That's pretty accurate giving the setting.

Twenty fifth song (the main characters lover): Digital Hallucnations by OR3O (slowed + Reverb)

It's an interesting choice but I wouldn't say that it fits his lover specifcally cause when I listen to it I think of all the characters in this story.

fifityth song (the main character): Dream a little dream of me (Lullaby version) by The fox + The hound

Yeah, I woud say that's pretty accurate. I could see himse signing that while thinking about his Mom and Brother

hundreth song: No surprises by Radiohead (slowed + Reverb)

yeah pretty much, I won't reveal how they met just yet but it fits pretty good

Bonus thirty-ninth song: Poison from Hazbin hotel, little swing version sung by Miku and Teto

interesting pick but that is basically the turning point in the story..but it's with his father not his lover

Using Spotify Wrapped

Your #1 song represents the overall vibe of your next story or scenario. Your #25 song represents your next OC's (or main character's) Lover. Your #50 song represents your OC or the main character. Your #100 song represents how they met.

BONUS: Your #39 song represents the turning point in their relationship or the story.

What are the song titles?

(If you don't want to make new OCs or plots, what OCs are all of the song titles for?)

[asirensrage]

Title: Witness Fandom: Tokyo Revengers Rating: T? Pairing: Haitani Rindou x Unnamed!Undescribed!FemaleOC Word count: 385 Warnings: Voyerism? Swearing. Mention of obsession and addiction alcoholism. That's about it. Unbeta’d

Summary: Ran looks on at his brother having the time of his life.

Notes: A soft thing for Christmas. This is a small sequel to Limerance. As soon as I saw the music video for APT by Rose and Bruno Mars, I knew it was Rindou and this girl. That inspired this.

TR masterlist

Rindou is in love. 

It’s adorable. Ran leans against his apartment window, looking down into the same one that Rindou spent ages wasting away dreaming of the girl who lived there. Usually Ran would tease him, but Rindou wasn’t here now. Instead he was in the apartment Ran was watching with the girl of his dreams. Rindou didn’t even seem to realise that he could see them, that anyone could. Maybe it’s her influence, but Ran doesn’t care. He’s never seen his brother as happy as he is right now. 

Rindou and his girl are dancing around the room, acting like they’re performing for a crowd instead of just each other. Ran can’t hear the music, but he doesn’t need to. Rindou is grinning widely as she sings at him and kisses his cheek. He’s never seen his brother look so carefree. 

Rindou reaches for his girl, tugging her into him before she spins around and gets him to join her in a move that involves and step and shaking his shoulder before she laughs wildly. Ran smiles to himself as Rindou yanks her back, cupping her cheek and kissing her. 

She wraps her arms over his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her head falls back as she laughs again and Rindou swings her around, lifting her feet on the ground before he looks down at her. Ran doesn’t can’t read his lips, but he knows his brother well enough to know that Rindou is singing to her softly. 

She looks at him and even from this distance Ran can tell she’s as in love with his brother as Rindou is with her. 

Ran turns away from the window. He’s not even jealous. He’s happy that Rindou has found someone who’s willing to stay up all night, play games and loves music as much as his brother does. Someone who can draw him out of the shell Rindou won’t even admit that he has and keep him from drinking his life away. Ran will take his brother being addicted to her over anything else in this world. At least she won’t fuck him up in the long run. Not if Ran has anything to say about it. 

He likes being able to get a decent night’s sleep without having his brother partying in their living room.

everything tag list: @raith-way @zeleniafic @veetlegeuse @chickensarentcheap @residentdormouse

@themaradwrites @kingsmakers @thatmagickjuju @awkwardchick87 @hayatoseyepatch

tr tag: @mitsuwuyaa @blackfire2013 @bleach-your-panties @reiners-milkbiddies @scythegal

network tag: @pixelcafe-network

also @sxrvivc who listens to me ramble about TR and all my writing for it lol

[mysticstarlightduck]

OC Picrew Tag!

I wasn't tagged but I found this really cool picrew, and I made some of my characters with it and thought you guys might like giving it a try too so here it goes!

From Scrapyard Boys:

Chase Raith ("Lazerstorm")

Valen Cassidy

Jordan Raith ("Sleet Slasher")

Quince Warren

From Supernova Initiative:

Artemis Zreeth

Jack Tithus

Deimos Soll:

From The Forgotten Ones

Arion "The 'Broken' Mage" Syndrir

Asael

Deryc

From Song of Thorms

Orianna Whisperleaf

Renn Atrius

Kane Mylestrom

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams,

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

[darsynia]

Um if it sounds fun to you could you write a reader (character of your choice but I think Tony works for this, maybe Stephen or Steve) where reader is a professional and has been so focused on work they don’t feel sexy or desirable anymore? New or established I guess but fluffy/cheeky and uplifting. Only if it inspires you, LOVE YOUR WRITING!

-🤓

This was fun as hell, and thank you! I chose Tony Stark/F!Reader.

Summary: Tony wakes you up in the early morning after staying up working on his cars. He knows your job is stressing you out, and if he can't make things better at work, he can at least make you associate certain work things with him…

Warnings: Minors DNI! Oral sex (f receiving) and PiV sex.

Length: 2,288

Tags (if you'd like to be tagged for Tony posts or other characters please let me know!): @starryeyes2000 @raith-way @fyreball66 @themaradaniels @starksbf @chickensarentcheap @tiny-anne

Liquidity (Or, Well Deserved)

You’re dreaming, and it’s a really good one. In the dream, you’re on your stomach draped over a cloud, and a warm, loving hand is stroking your back. The hand slides up into your hair to scrape fingernails along your scalp before moving back along your neck and over your shoulder blades, pushing your wide-necked nightgown out of the way.

The realism of the dream is wonderful. You can even feel the way the front of your nightgown presses against your nipples in tension as the man drags the fabric down and out of the way. He starts dropping kisses along your spine, and you shiver, mmm-ing in your sleep at the tingling way his comfort is turning erotic.

The dream-cloud shakes a little, and you can picture the whole scene. You are sleeping in Tony's bed when he comes up grease-stained and horny after taking advantage of your late hours at work. Once he’s scrubbed his hands, he gives up on the shower, hoping you’ll join him if he can manage to be persuasive enough. 

That thought sends half-asleep you into a spiral of dirty thoughts, but you aren’t quite sure if you’re actually dreaming or if the confident, sensual kisses on your back are real. Tony’s usually not quiet-- but he can be, if there’s motivation enough.

The word ‘motivation’ reminds you of everything that’s stressed you out at work lately. It derails the heated scrape of beard hair that trail after each open-mouthed kiss, and, fuck, what time is it? It’s not Friday, is it? It’s Saturday, right? If it’s Friday, you’ll have to rush to--

“You just tensed up,” Tony whispers, and he’s right, you did.

“I’m sorry, I was up in my own head again,” you groan, sliding your knees up underneath you in a vain attempt to hide your disappointment. You’re a compact package of overworked misery. “It’s Saturday, right? My boss would totally invent a time machine just for the glee of demanding an extra workday.”

“If I wasn’t pretty sure you’d roll off the bed in frustration at my inability to shut up about it, I’d order you to quit your job. Again,” Tony says, grabbing a handful of your nightgown and throwing himself onto the mattress beside you. 

With him anchoring you, you can’t roll over or move away, and he knows it. Tony moves his head near to where yours is, reaching over with his free hand to move your hair out of the way so he can see your face. 

“It would serve you right if I rolled off anyway,” you tease.

“Do it. I’ve always wanted to rip this thing off of you,” he grins.

“Tony!” you groan in frustration, but suddenly he’s pulling you over on top of him. He’s hot as a furnace, clearly hard, and the clock on the nightstand reads 4 AM. “Don’t,” you whisper, suddenly shy. “I didn’t have time to do anything but fall into bed. No shower, no teeth, and the bags under my eyes--”

He stops you with a kiss that’s filthy and enthusiastic, sliding his big hand up to the back of your head to hold you steady as he symbolically chases all of your objections away with swipes of his tongue against yours. “Good,” he whispers against the curve of your jaw. “Be dirty with me. I probably got grease swipes on your back, I was too impatient.”

That word sends you into another anxiety spiral, no matter how hard you try to fight against it. Tony’s impatient because it’s been days. The project at work isn’t finished, and you have a feeling you’ll get a call sometime today from your boss promising a bonus that won’t actually materialize if you pop into the office for a few hours.

“There you go again. Hon, if you can fuss about work, I’m clearly not on my A game,” Tony says from beneath you. In a move that takes your breath away and coincidentally presses his barely-clothed cock right where you want it, he expertly reverses your positions. You end up on your back with your nightgown hopelessly twisted up out of the way, and Tony’s sliding down.

You want that, but fuck… Tony Stark may be your boyfriend now, but before that he was known for his women, clean women, women who spent their whole lives hoping that he might look sideways at--

Tony interrupts your spiraling thoughts by yanking you toward the foot of the bed, and you lift your head to see that he’s actually dry humping the mattress as he grins up toward you, barely visible in the dim light of his bedroom. Every line of his body is painted with desire, desire for you, and as soon as he sees that you’re watching, he slides his bent knuckle along your core. Just to ensure you’re well and truly wrecked, he pulls his hand back to lick it.

“You’re going to relax, and if you don’t, I’m going to make you associate work stress with this,” Tony says, hooking your knees in his hands and pulling you down just within reach. He leans his head down to kiss you right above your mound, nuzzling you with his nose as though that soft part of your body makes him wild with desire. Hell, Tony doesn’t seem to enjoy faking things much, so maybe it does.

While you’re reckoning with that, Tony settles in, groaning low and deep as he caresses you on the way to resting his hand on your stomach. There’s something about being known like that; he has to anchor you, you’re always like a wildcat when he tastes you.

Does he know that the warmth and pressure of his possessive hand on you while he takes you apart is half the reason you’re so responsive?

“Fuck,” Tony says. “One sec.” He lifts up and you watch as he tears his sweatpants off, unable to resist pumping himself once as he glares at you as though you’re completely to blame. “Waistband was going to chafe, and I need to be able to focus,” he says.

You laugh and take the opportunity to pull off your nightgown, too. Tony is nothing if not controlled chaos in bed. His hands are usually everywhere; he’s always swearing and praising under his breath, hips always moving, but sure, his waistband will derail him.

“Oh, that’s it,” he says, crawling up to look sternly down at you with one hand on either side of your head. “You’re going to tell me your morning routine while I do this. If you stop talking, I’ll stop.”

“Tony, I do not want to mix--”

His mouth takes yours, one hand cupping your face tenderly even as he nips your bottom lip and soothes it with his tongue. “Neither do I. You started this, I’m going to finish it.”

With that he drags his cock right against you, following that with beard hair on your nipple to make you cry out from the overstimulation and smack him.

“Well?”

“Oh my god, it’s not like you’ll get up and walk away if I don’t--”

Tony interrupts you by reaching down to jack himself, his knuckles brushing against your heated core incidentally, nowhere near enough.

“Goddamnit Tony!”

“That’s my girl,” he purrs. “Go on.” Another hand movement, and you’re desperate.

You grab two handfuls of sheet to anchor yourself and start speaking, using an annoyed, disapproving tone. “I walk in and say hi to whoever is working reception.”

Tony swirls his tongue to soothe your nipple and runs his nose along your stomach on his way back down. There’s no time to be self conscious, because he’ll just make you watch him instead, probably while teasing you with useless, sexy touching.

“I head upstairs, usually on the stairs, because you never know who will be lurking near the elevators,” you continue, maintaining your tone of disinterest right till you reach the word ‘elevators,’ because that’s when Tony spreads you with both thumbs. “Oh my God, if you make me think about this while I have a meeting with my boss, I’ll have to quit my job!” you whine, hating the way he just stops.

“They’d have to hire three people to replace you,” Tony says, his lips brushing the thin skin of your inner thigh. “I’m sure I could come up with something for you to do.”

“Just don’t hire three women to do this,” you mutter under your breath. 

Tony says your name, and you bite your lip and look at him. As soon as you do, he slides two fingers inside you, slowly and gently, his gaze intense. It’s an effort to keep yours open, it feels so good. Then, because he’s making a point, he pulls back out and strokes his cock, using your arousal as lubrication.

“Keep going, love.”

The ‘love’ just slays you. The man is inexorable in everything, and the promise of a mind-blowing but agonizing orgasm (not to mention an exciting life together) forces you to capitulate, begrudgingly.

“I sit down at my desk,” you whisper, eyes caught by the way the uneven shadows cast by the dim lamps heighten Tony’s sensuality as he allows himself one last swirl of his fist. “I turn on my-- ahhh, my computer,” you whimper at the first swipe of Tony’s tongue. The next minutes are a fight for coherence as you rock your hips against the steady pressure of his hand holding you still, gasping out mostly nonsense syllables that barely resemble your log-in tasks. Tony clearly relishes what he’s doing, drawing reward words with the tip of his tongue after each completed sentence.

Your orgasm takes both of you by surprise in the most delightful way; one second you’re swearing because Tony’s challenged you to remember all the headings in your most-used Excel spreadsheet, the next second he’s pulling his glorious fingers out of you and lifting his head, tutting at your inability to focus. You’re so frustrated that you put all your strength into bucking your hips up to chase him, and for once, you overcome Tony’s strength. His hand slips on your stomach, sliding up to crash into your breast, and he falls face-forward onto you.

His throaty chuckle and opportunistic nipple tweak send you, and as you shudder and moan, Tony recovers enough to thrust in.

“Oh fuck, that’s--” he gasps, hand desperately grabbing for yours. You wrap your legs around him and pull him down for an open-mouthed, gasping kiss that’s more about sharing breath than anything else. Tony’s hand is bigger than yours, and his finger-threaded grip is just this side of painful, but he’s driving into you like his life depends on it, anchored by the places you’re joined. It’s emotional, sexy, and affirming as hell.

Your orgasm lengthens, spurred into extra ecstasy with Tony’s fervor. Once you’re in that post-bliss intensity, the final column header he’d been demanding comes to you, even as Tony gives up trying to kiss you and just presses his forehead onto the pillow. He’s swearing again, praising the friction, the feel of your smooth legs against his sides, and a number of things you’d blush to even think to yourself in the privacy of your own mind.

“Tony, I remembered the last column,” you whisper against his ear, capturing the lobe in your lips. His hips stutter against you, and you scrape him with your teeth gently before he groans and moves in for a greedy kiss. You lose focus for a few heady seconds, but you can tell Tony’s close, so you pull back. “The column,” you remind him. “Aren’t you going to punish me for stopping?”

Tony lets go of your hand so he can grab your hips, holding on with an iron grip. He’s glaring at you, looking joyful but frustrated.

“I deserve this, don’t I?” he groans, but manages to hold still inside you. “Well?”

You arch your back and run your hands along the corded muscles of his arms, letting out a sigh that you know for a fact drives him crazy. When you lift your head again, he’s trembling against you, so you take pity on him and make direct eye contact. Tightening your inner muscles around his cock, you say a single word on a breathy sigh, sliding your fingers around your nipple just to enhance the effect.

“Liquidity.”

“Oh, I’ll give you liquidity,” he growls at you, grinning.

“Are you saying you’ll show me your assets, Mr. Stark?” you blink up at him innocently, holding completely still but for another pulsing squeeze of your inner walls. 

Ever since you started dating, Tony’s joked about Accountant/client roleplay, and even though you knew he wasn’t serious, you’ve always teased that you couldn’t possibly. Now you’ve turned the tables on him, and the litany of swear words Tony lets out in utter amazed, erotic frustration is only balanced by the power of his renewed thrusts. He basically drives your body back up the bed, and it’s so fantastic you feel another peak rising. Tony does too, and he slips a hand between you, capturing your lips and fucking you with cock, fingers, and tongue into a devastating orgasm that leaves you both breathless.

When Tony finally rolls off of you onto the bed, reaching to twine your fingers together in silent satiation, you can’t stop smiling.

“You asshole, you woke me up at four o’clock in the morning after I worked all day and I’m not even mad at you.”

“Yeah, well, I’m the one in trouble here,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder.

“Oh?”

“I have an appointment with my financial advisor today.”

Note: I'll be honest, after 20+ years of marriage I often forget about protection, because it's just not part of my life anymore. Definitely protect yourself and protect your partner, but also please forgive me for letting that slip my mind. It's important, but this is also fantasy.

[shrinkthisviolet]

Alternatively an AU where Eowells 'raises' Barry alongside Morgan and they get to grow up as brother and sister (with the world's shittiest dad)

OOOH I LOVE THIS!

Making the case is easy enough for Eowells—Joe assisted in Henry’s prosecution, he shouldn’t get to adopt his son. And Eowells recently lost his wife and has his daughter, baby Morgan. He could use another child to fill the desolate quiet…and he’s more than happy to take in a child whose pain he might somewhat understand. (And ofc he’s a rich white man—that helps too)

Barry is ofc an angry kid at 11. Made angrier by the fact that he couldn’t even be adopted by someone he knows (Joe) but by Eowells. But…baby Morgan is adorable, and Barry finds himself at least coming to adore her, if not her father. Because yeah—Eowells is “Morgan’s father” to him. Barry won’t change his name, won’t call him Dad. But he’ll softly call himself Morgan’s brother, and hold her close like she’s the most important person in the world. Iris (he’s not allowed to interact with her outside of school, but ofc they find their ways) notices and teasingly remarks on it, saying he makes a wonderful big brother

Barry is parentified by the time…well, maybe by the time Morgan is 5. He was a little bit before, but this is when it really starts. He’s 15, old enough to stay at home by himself, so often he and Morgan have the house to themselves. He soothes her nightmares, sings her to sleep…when he turns 16, he’s the one taking her to and from school. It’s tough balancing this and his own life, he’s not cut out for all this by himself…and Tina notices. She asks after Eowells, but he makes excuses (because yeah, by this point, he considers Eowells his dad and even cares about him, even if that love is mixed with resentment for his late hours working). Still, Tina insists, and Barry reluctantly accepts, letting her shoulder some of Morgan’s childrearing. They become a sort of team…and Tina even helps him out from time to time

In this AU, Morgan is much more attached to Barry than to Eowells. She doesn’t think of him as her dad exactly, but…he’s not far off either, and in a lot of ways, he’s at least more parental to her than Eowells. The first time she got scared of thunderstorms, it was Barry who cuddled with her, sang her to sleep, and told her a funny story about thunder and lightning being “show-offs” that made her giggle. It’s Barry who comes to all her choir concerts and karate belt tests with (or without, on occasion—Tina’s still a busy woman) Tina, being the embarrassing big brother who says “that’s my sister!!” and insists on taking a million pictures and teases her just enough to make her roll her eyes but smile anyway (and she, ofc, gives as good as she gets)

It means that she’s also much less conflicted about Eowells. Sure, she loves him, but if it’s Barry’s life on the line? He’s always been there, Eowells hasn’t. It’s an easy choice to make. She’ll always choose her brother. She even changes her surname to his—although she’s now Tina’s legal child, she’s always been Barry’s baby sister before anything else.

Admittedly, parts of this AU overlap with what I have planned for the Childhood Friends AU (you’ll notice there are some chunks I didn’t address in these headcanons, and that’s because they’d be spoilers for some CF AU plot points 😅), which is…really the only reason I’d hesitate to write it. And yet…👀👀

Also, to anyone else reading this, @fezwearingjellybananas (the wonderful sender of this ask) did sorta write this premise in their amazing Speedster Siblings series (with the addition of Wally, and it’s Jesse rather than Morgan so she’s a speedster). I highly recommend it!

send me an au and i’ll share 5+ headcanons about it!

Taglist (send an ask or DM to be added or removed):

@arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @raith-way @vexic929 @ironverseocs @thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce @starstruckpurpledragon @angst-is-love-angst-is-life

[thecharmedburrowspn-files]

Writing game

Rules: Post the last line you wrote and tag someone for every word in the line.

Tagged by: @raith-way and @darknightfrombeyond (thank you)

Tagging: Anyone who wants to share some of their work. (I'm late responding and I'm actually posting the last two lines since I was tagged twice).

Lines from Imperfectly Bound Part 2:

Needing more light, Gwen focused on the light bulb above them and magically increased its brightness. Now able to make out more than shadows, the three gasped as they took in the sight of two large cuts slashed across Elena’s back. 

[raith-way]

i don't think anyone will see this, i have been inactive forever, but guess who found their list of account passwords!!!

[locustsend]

theres something that's been killing me falling apart, its tearing me unwillingly

[anotherramblingfangirl]

Summary: 

“With his exile having come to an end and Thomas Raith now being welcomed back into the fold of House Raith, there are several reunions that are now able to happen.

But such things are never simple within a family like his.”

[existence-is-useless]

Who is working for The Advasary: a Dresden Files poll.

Below is a list of the top 9 characters I would not be surprised if they were possessed by The Advasary.

Choose who you believe most likely, or click other and write in the tags who you think should have been on the list.

[asirensrage]

kinktober entry 1: Shibari

Rating: Explicit Pairing: Aizawa x unnamed/undescribed afab oc Fandom: My Hero Academia Warnings: bondage. edging. unbeta'd.

These are just small things for the month. Just a bit of a taste. I had fun writing this. Enjoy!

She shifts, testing how tight he’s bound her before she relaxes into it, mind slipping back as he takes command. It’s a release for both of them. She gets to give up all of the control to someone she trusts and he gets to be confident in the fact that he holds all the power in the situation. It isn’t like facing a villain or a disaster. Everything in this moment is manipulated and held in check by him. 

She used to be terrified of heights, but being held in suspension by him in the air gives her a sense of security. She trusts him in every moment, in every way. Even when bound in ways she didn’t think her body could manage, forced to accept the vibrations of the toy he holds against her. 

The phone rings but they both ignore it. The outside world isn’t a part of this. It’s only them. Just them. A break from the responsibilities and chaos their lives hold when they’re not in the moment. Until it doesn’t stop.

Shota sighs, running a callused palm up her side, over the bindings of his scarf that holds her in place. “Stay still,” he orders before shifting to ensure the toy remains pressed against her even as he steps back. “Not a sound.” 

She bites her bottom lip, trying to control the sounds that are desperate to come out as he finally answers the phone. 

“What?” There’s a long pause and she can barely focus on his words as the tension of her upcoming orgasm heightens. She hears him sigh though because the disappointment of is cuts through everything else. “When?”

She’s at the cusp of her release, trying to hold back from her impending orgasm because she knows he likes it when she waits for the order for it. Her toes curl, unable to do more to retreat from it. 

The vibrations stop, letting her catch her breath as he turns her slightly from her perch to face him. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs softly. “Look at me.” He waits until her eyes meet his and she focuses enough to ensure she’s actually hearing him and understanding. “I’m being called to the field.”

“What?”

“I know,” she sees the tension in his jaw, the way the relaxation that he had as he manipulated her into place is gone as the outside world has forced itself in. “Our time right now is being cut short. Now, I am giving you two choices. You can finish, I’ll untie you and ensure you’re comfortable and taken care of before I leave and we can continue another time…or I can leave you here, letting this-” he turns the vibrations on again, “bring you to the edge over and over again until I come back. I’ll have an alarm on me and an alert with you. You ever need to stop, you can stop the toy and I’ll come untie you regardless of what’s happening where I am. I’ll take care of you.” 

Her throat tightens as she hears the promise in his words. It would be the first time he’d ever leave her like this. “Don’t you need your scarf?”

“I have more than one,” he says, sounding amused. 

“Oh, right.” 

He gives her a moment to consider the options. “Well, sweetheart? What’s your choice?” 

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Unedited Snippet of Next Update

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Kallista hastily blinked away the sweat that dripped down her face into her already blurred vision. Her eyes raked over the man with what vision she had. J. Fell. Officer. Unmanicured hands gripped her face away from her gaze on his uniform and brought her attention back towards his rather unfortunate face.

She could hardly fight against his hold, though his grip was rather pathetic compared to his quiet co-worker. Her lips curled up in disgust, the overwhelming smell of cigarettes and vervain on his lips harshly blew down on her. Nausea threatened to overwhelm her, the longer he loomed, the worse it became. Her weakened body was nothing but an obstacle to overcome and by the Nordic Gods, she would overcome it. If only to get rid of pests like him.

Blue eyes peer down at her, only serving to remind her of the utter child that had gotten her in this utterly embarrassing position. “Deceptive beasts, aren’t they?” His unchapped lips split when he smiled, cheeks reddening underneath the cold whip of wind of the night. “This one almost looks pretty. Human.”

Anger swirled in her belly, growing into something more as strong winds curled her around her, throwing her brown curls into her sweat soaked face. She could only laugh in his face, dry mouth causing her to sound deranged, the sound was not sweet nor kind, and it made her prey pause.

Blood would be split tonight and it would taste sweet on her tongue.

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