#you're being like *fucking insanely* cruel to me i shouldn't *have* to give a fuck about your feelings or any stupid minor inconveniences

[slimyenemy]

i mean i thought you don't really care about whatever i could say that seemed a little wrong (it's not it doesn't even read like anything like that you're just obsessed with finding stupid ass excuses to hurt me) by accident i just didn't think you'd get this evil and nasty about it again

[gothghostiie]

cw: bully!soap is his own warning, dubcon, slightly risky place, spit as lube, brief fingering, anal, degrading, crying, orgasm denial, creampie, afab!gn!reader

thinking about bully!soap and reader finally getting to the point where he finally fucks you - or at least tries to. you know hes trying and the thought scares you shitless, yet you cant deny how it gets your pussy throbbing and drooling at the mere thought. the way his fingers rub at the band of your underwear, his hot breath against your neck, it all drives you insane.

you know you shouldn't want this, he's a bully; if not worse. and yet here you are, pressed face first against the wall in the changing rooms while he chuckles into your ear. sure, he snuck in while you were alone, sure he was groping your ass through the thin sweatpants, but you didn't put up much of a fight. none at all, if you're being honest. your mind is fogged up, his rough touch making it hard to know what you want. only when he speaks to you, you snap out of your thoughts, giving him an anxious look from the corner of your eye. he pulls back a bit, one hand on the back of your neck while the other pumps his semi.

"c'mon, show me what you got." he orders, eyes flicking to the fabric loosely resting on your hips. you hesitate before fumbling with them anf pulling them down, just over your ass. he grins, the hand going from his slick cock to grab a hand full of your ass, squeezing the flesh firmly. "look at that ass.. christ." he grins. you arch your back a bit, shifting around in hope that he does as much as graze your cunt, feeling how wet snd needy it is. of course this doesnt get lost at him, and it makes him laugh. the sound is cruel and malicious, his fingers snaking down to press against your tight asshole. "you didn't think I'd actually fuck that little cunt of yours, did you?" his tone is mocking, he licks his lips before spitting on your hole. you gasp, your face burning as he leans in so close that your noses are almost touching.

"Nasty little sluts like you dont deserve to have their precious pussy fucked." he almost hisses, his finger pushing past the resistance of the tight muscle. you gasp, tensing up a bit as your mouth gapes open in a silent wail. he presses his lips against your open mouth, kissing you sloppily while his fingers scissor you open. it all happens so fast, you couldn't protest if you wanted to. his fat tip nudges your asshole, demanding entry, precum smearing all over it, making it slick enough for him to slip in. he groans quietly, a cry falls from your lips, his thumb rubs your skin soothingly as he lets you get used to the feeling. the gentle behaviour surprises you, but it's gone as quick as it came.

"you're fucking lucky I wanna fuck a perverted slut like you at all, you know. what fucking little sicko gets wet from being bullied, huh?" he grunts, starting to thrust into you as the cruel words leave his lips. it makes tears of embarrassment shoot up in your eyes, your face growing hotter by the word. breathy little sobs fall from your lips, mixing in with the moans of pleasure as he bullies himself into your asshole. his thrusts are harsh, hips snapping against yours in a fast pace, skin slapping against skin, pubes rubbing against your lower back. his head falls back as he chases his own high, one hand on your hip, the other still gripping the back of your neck, holding you in place, not letting you escape from him.

he cums quick but hes not ashamed. 'it's not about your pleasure anyway' he tells you as he buries himself inside you to the hilt, the warm liquid inside you making you shiver. he stays like this for a moment, letting his breathing calm down, his cock slowly soften up - even though the sight of you sniffling and trembling almost makes him wanna fuck you again - before he finally pulls out with a groan, leaning you gaping open. "c'mon, spread 'em. show me." with shaky hands you comply, spreading yourself open, hole dripping with his cum.

"fuck, look at that.. gaping open like a whore.." he chuckles, shaking his hand and giving your ass a firm pat. "get dressed. don't want anyone finding you like this, do you?" he grins, giving you a wink as he tucks his cock away, a kiss goodbye on your forehead before leaving you to yourself.

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@lillyeyes @maplewhisk

[rogueddie]

Warmth and Safety T | 808 words Prompt for @steddielovemonth: Love is the heartbeat I can feel when I hug him

Steve knows he should be in his own hospital room. Not only so other people can visit too, but because of how his head spins as he struggles to walk down the corridor.

The white walls are too clinical, too metalic. They look nothing like the Russians underground lair, but mixed with the sharp stench of bleach and medicine? It's mixing into a cruel cocktail that has his instincts screaming for Robin.

He pushes forward, gritting his teeth and- trying- to ignore the memories trying to haunt him.

"Steve," Eddie greets, when he finally makes it through the door into his room, sounding exhausted. "What the hell, man?"

"I'm fine," Steve lies, hating how breathless he sounds. He sags into the chair next to Eddies bed, grimacing. "Just need a minute... catch my breath. There's, like, so many stairs."

Eddie is silent for a long moment, but Steve can feel his eyes boring into his head.

"What?"

"Wh- you shouldn't be here, man!" Eddie says. He sounds too exhausted for the stern tone to have any effect. "The nurses have told you already. You need to heal. You can't do that if you're dragging yourself around to... I don't know, check on us?"

"I need to make sure you're ok."

"We're in a hospital. We're as ok as we can get."

"I get that, but..."

The clock chimes, the earth rumbling as the town reads apart, Dustin's screams...

"Yeah, I know," Eddie sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I understand, alright? But you need to cut this shit out."

"I can't."

"Steve-"

"I need to know that you're alive. I need to know. It's not enough to hear that you're ok, I need to see it. I need to, Eds."

"Jesus Christ," he throws his head back, sighing heavy and dramatically.

But then he lifts his head, smirking a little as he opens an arm out towards him, beckoning him closer.

"Come here, big boy, let me give you a hug."

Steve rolls his eyes, but he does as he told, standing up so he was shuffle to the bed.

"You don't have to say it all creepy, man, you'll give me ideas."

"Promise?" Eddie wiggles his eyebrows. But his playfulness quickly morphs into exasperation again when he huffs out, "just sit down, Steve, come on, come here."

It takes a lot of gesturing and, eventually, slight man handling, but eventually Eddie gets Steve to lay down next to him. He tugs Steve's head down so his ear is resting on his chest and, with some hesitation, he curls an arm around Eddie's waist.

He can feel his heartbeat, thumping against his ear, matching the beeping of the monitor.

"There," Eddie mumbles, brushing his fingers down Steve's spine. "Better, right?"

"... yeah."

His heart is pounding, almost as much as Eddie's is. It's only a little reassuring that Eddie is just as nervous as him- he can only hope it's for the same reason.

"You need to take care of yourself too," Eddie continues. "Who's gonna run around after those brats of you don't heal right? Me? I'm a bad influence, Stevie, you know I'll make 'em worse."

"You'd do great, they love you."

"Noooo," he squeezes Steve a little tighter, whining as high as he can get his voice to go. "Please, I'm begging, I'll go insane if I have to deal with them alone!"

"Now you know how I feel."

"God, I wish I didn't," Eddie sighs, turning serious again so fast that Steve feels like he's getting whiplash. "This whole thing is fucked. Those kids are only, like, fifteen."

Steve hesitates for a moment, before whispering, "I was sixteen, when this all started. Back in 83.x

"Jesus."

"Yeah, it's... I don't know. Like, I know it's horrible, but I like it when it's like this. Everyone in one place, knowing that there's doctors and shit nearby."

"That's not horrible. You know they're being cared for."

"Yeah, but it's worse this time. Like... I keep thinking that one day I'll wake up and we won't have made it. This will be some stupid dream and you and Max..."

"We're still here," Eddie brings a hand up to his head, brushing his hair back. "You can feel it, right? I'm right here. We're not going anywhere."

Steve nods, closing his eyes so he can focus on Eddie's heartbeat.

"You know I love seeing you, right? Just... at least get a wheelchair or something. Please?"

Something is his chest cracks at how Eddie's voice breaks, how pained and desperate he sounds.

"Ok. I can do a wheelchair."

"Good. You start taking care of yourself and we can do this everyday."

"Promise?"

"Yeah," Eddie whispers, hand finally coming to a stop, cupping his cheek. "Yeah, I promise. Whenever and for however long you need. I'll be right here."

[clarajohnson]

the magicians s1e4

filed under episodes you couldn't make today and that you shouldn't have made then. not that i don't love it because I DO but whew

watercolors!

(hamster who was turned into a human boy voice) no, my life is my life, this is--

i do think we need to grapple with how dumb tutting looks out of context

that napkin full of technicolor pills would've done numbers on 2014 tumblr at least

the physical kids is as suggestive a name for that group as they deserve

the moths are real bad !!!!!

ALICE'S BROW RAISE. i'm gonna find a screenshot of it i can't let it go

that's an episode of lost in space-- star trek-- what?-- that's an episode of star trek-- fine, that's an episode of star trek

there is so much eyebrow acting in this episode actually

in my first watch i was so pro-julia the whole time because quentin hadn't become an all-time little meow meow for me yet god this was always a terrible thing for her. the fake engagement is a particularly cruel dig like... how can i torture q the most? tell him nothing that's brought him joy and purpose in the last few years was real, tell him he's being left behind, tell him people are moving forward without him, everyone else knows how to be normal but him

ohhhhhhh julia did you want to see the fireworks? did you? rookie gaslighting mistake miss wicker

laughing at you? what kind of a friend would do that? AND THEN THE SMIRK ohhhhh she and marina could have been so good together

one thing that's real? you're always a raging dick

someone in the discord said penny is leaning into it so hard and i have to agree like... they should not have done this but at least arjun gets to have fun

[whispers] hashtag agree

in 2015 singing shake it off was one of the strangest things a man on television could do but eight years later it just seems like me watching myself in my apartment any given friday night

i understand the logistics that inhibit the pairing but alice and eliot had so much potential like at LEAST platonically

okay all of the stuff above was awful of julia but actually the most awful thing was making q think he'd harm his father (and that that harm was linked to magic use! which will come back around when magic shuts off!)

penny helping by shouting at quentin as loud and aggressively as he can :-) you racist motherfucker !!!!!!

julia and marina having a sexy raspy voice-off

high-end designer cooperative magic... said while wearing her little leather bondage outfit... hitting on kady... affectionately, you melodramatic cunt

our little q :-) he knows where he would take him on a first fucking date

do we know what marina's discipline was/would've been? ik it's not like (barf) hogwarts houses or whatever but i'm curious where brakebills placed her

jesus christ i didn't remember he was gonna get a fucking lobotomy

there's a lot of eye horror in this show which is just the worst

ughhhh bad episode for julia

god eliot is so obvious right from the start it is insane... patting q's head giving him things... fuckin loverboy

poor you and your taste of honey worse than none at all :-( marina they could NEVER make me hate you

[bruinhilda]

I'm so tired.

My Dad has...let's call them serious medical issues. They don't threaten his life on the day-to-day, but they can when they suddenly flare up. He also has what I would call "inconvenient issues," such as weight and incontinence, that instantly cut off a lot of health and transport services.

I can't drive. I spent 10 years trying in my 20s. I'm so tired of having to explain this to people who can't comprehend an inability to drive. I have no other family living here who can help. I have one sister 2000 miles away with her own elder care issues, and that's it. I don't have close friends that I can just randomly impose on.

Dad's docs sent him to the ER today. A non-emergency ambulance ride was helpfully arranged. But the ER just discharged him after a few hours. "Treated and released."

He has no way to get home. It's Friday night, all of the transport companies that *could* handle his weight and lack of mobility refused. His usual service requires 24 hour notice, and doesn't take reservations after 5pm. The same ambulance service *will* bring him home...tomorrow afternoon.

He's stuck sitting in the ER. I can't get to him. I've been assured he'll get basic care, but I can't get confirmation that they'll, y'know, give him his meds, because they don't do that when you're discharged. The patient care coordinator is "looking into it." At least I had her help, because I honestly don't know where to even start. I've looked into transport services before and had absolutely no luck in even finding them, much less getting their service.

I'm constantly told by random "helpful" people about all these wonderful services that exist to make all of this easier, and to care for people like Dad. They INSIST there's help. But if you look into it, the services either flat don't exist, or they do, but they won't help YOU, because you don't qualify. You need too much assistance they can't help with. Or they only offer care that doesn't actually help your issue.

Sometimes you're told that you have to be "persistent." You have to keep badgering people and ignoring the no until they cave and help you. Which one, is utterly insane. And two, has never fucking worked for me. When I get emotional, I get *nothing*. People won't deal with me if I get too angry or upset. And they certainly won't explain how I'm supposed to do what they expect me to do to unlock the magic cheat codes that will solve all my problems.

You can't help but feel the cruelty of it all. How you don't fit into the overall fantasy everyone else lives in. How people just shrug and decide that you must not be doing enough, therefore it's all your fault you couldn't get help. Just learn to drive! How? I tried, it didn't work, what am I supposed to do to get past the repeated failure? Just do this, just do that. I don't know how. Nobody is going to show me the 'how', you're just supposed to magically figure it out. It's supposed to just work out, somehow. Oh, it didn't? Well, you fucked up. You shouldn't do that. Do it right, and things will be okay. Why can't you just do it right, why do you expect others to hold your hand and help you? You shouldn't need so much help! Oh, things got really bad, didn't they? Why didn't you ask for help?

I know we're not the only ones. There are people "slipping through the cracks" all the time. Often they die from it. I suspect I'll die from it when I'm older and more disabled, because I won't even have someone as bad as it like me fumbling to help me like I fumble to help my Dad.

Don't get me wrong, I've had some shocking acts of kindness in dark moments. People going above and beyond to help out a stranger, often without even being asked. There *are* people who do try to help. But those are individuals, and they *are* going above and beyond. Our society as a whole is cruel, it's set up to be cruel and unhelpful, and it's masked by the firm belief in the fantasy that help is always there for you if you need and deserve it. When it's not, you wake up to the lie. But nobody will actually believe you until they're up shit creek with you.

Thank you for reading my wail. But please, don't start suggesting I look for help from services you assume must be there, somewhere.

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 28 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Vince

"Where are you going?" Xavier asked.

"Fuck off," I told him but he stepped in front of me.

"Don't you start lecturing me as well."

"Where are you going, Vince?"

"What does it matter?" I fired back.

He wasn't fazed by my outburst, instead, blocking my path.

He sighed uneasily before looking at me sternly.

"Don't go after him. Give him some time and space. Simon is still adjusting and quite frankly, he's terrified of you."

"You think I'm going to go through with this stupid plan?" I mock.

"You're just as insane as Michael is."

"No," he frowned.

"But I think Simon knows that you'll want your title back and if that means being with you, he might consider it."

"He's dumb if he thinks I'll allow that."

I tried moving past him but he put up his hands.

"That's why I'm saying give him some time."

Time, my ass.

If he hasn't realized after sixteen years that I wouldn't accept him, then he's really a dumbass.

"Time will only give him hope," I scoffed.

"Hell, I'll tell him right now it's not going to work. I'll just find another way to get my title back."

"Vince..." Xavier tried to hold me back but I was determined now.

Every time he'd try to pull my arm back, I shrugged him off.

"Don't."

He was really getting on my nerves so I turned around and shoved him hard before sneering...

"Shouldn't you be looking for your mate?"

He froze, the look on his face was priceless.

Sure it was cruel but I didn't need my brother nagging me anymore.

Besides, if Simon really was considering it, it was best to squash it earlier.

Besides, there were other ways to take my title back.

If I trained harder, I could fight him in a duel again.

It's not like being with Simon was the only option and even if he considered it, there was no way he could stand to be in the same room long enough to act on it.

Yeah, it was better to tell him to forget what Michael said, that it was a lie or some sick joke my insane brother had.

I continued down the stairs, heading outside when I heard shouting.

Walking closer to the door, I peeked outside, hearing Aspen clear as day.

"Why did you even agree to come here?"

Beside him, I could spot Simon visibly upset, his hands balled into fists.

I stayed out of sight, remaining still in earshot of them.

If someone were to walk by, it probably would've looked suspicious to just be standing next to the tree outside the door frame.

Simon said something quietly out of earshot, which only fired Aspen up more.

Aspen fired back...

"We should just leave, Simon."

Simon muttered something else after that out of earshot, before Aspen continued...

"But look at what you got yourself into. Staying here is only going to cause you more pain. Mentally, you'll be destroyed, Simon."

I wasn't sure what he meant by that but Simon responded before I could dwell on it.

"I did it for you and for Cedar. You know I didn't want to come here."

Aspen gripped Simon's shoulders.

"We didn't have to, we were fine on our own."

I could see Simon shaking his head, saying something quietly.

Aspen ran a hand through his hair as if annoyed by his words.

"That asshole murdered your family, Simon. He ruined your life," Aspen screamed, flailing his arms in frustration.

"And you think there's still a chance?"

Simon had visibly flinched away from him, his eyes shut if he was in pain.

I had cringed inside as well, when he worded it like that, it was a tad harsh.

'It wasn't just me, jerk,' I had wanted to jab at him.

There was so much more to it than that.

I wasn't the one to pitch the idea of murdering them, hell, even I knew it was extreme but the council was so demanding at that time.

So emotional over my father's death, they didn't care what I had to say about the whole thing.

I was lucky I had managed to spare Simon's life at the last second but I had given the orders and I guess that did make me seem like the bad guy.

"He could change," Simon sounded unsure with his own words.

"There's a possibility..."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence. You're so naive to think that-that monster could have an inkling of remorse or feelings for you."

"I'm not saying that... it's just maybe..."

"If Sarah had hurt Cedar I wouldn't dare bat an eye at her," Aspen jeered.

"You can't blame it on the bond."

"But..."

"Don't even try and defend that asshole to me," Aspen said, pushing at Simon's shoulder.

Simon frowned, replying...

"I'm not. It's just... what if..."

"Enough, Simon."

Aspen's outburst nearly scared me with the amount of force he put into it.

A few passing pack members had turned to look their way, before going about their way.

They stood there for a bit, Aspen pacing in place before turning to Simon seriously.

"Seriously, why couldn't you just stay with Sam?"

I could hear Aspen sigh loudly before I heard them talking lowly as they walked away.

For once, I kinda agreed with Aspen, this whole thing was not going to work but the way he was handling it seemed a bit much.

Wasn't he supposedly Simon's friend?

His words were a bit harsh, even if they held some truth to it.

I had so many questions swirling around but two stood out.

Who the hell was Sam?

And why did I have the slightest desire to prove Aspen, of all people, wrong?

[devcted]

she knew what it felt like to have to work for the approval of your parents which seems a bit strange knowing you didn't even ask to be in this world but now you have to beg to be the person you want them? it was unfair but it seems regulus got the worst kind of parents. ones who saw him as a mold of clay they could shape into whatever they wanted, chosing what he does for a future and who he loves, this obsession of being pure blood was literally killing people like regulus for a time and even her own brother...it makes her sad.

bee knows who he beings to describe in his desires, how he basically wants her right down to the ribbon in her auburn hair. she smiles a bit, blushing at his words a little. "you're right, that doesn't sound like daphne greengrass at all." she giggles, trying not to let herself catch on fire when he's so close. "you really think my body is perfect?" she bites down on her lower lip a little before giggling at his comment about her getting on top of him. "you're a very good boy, you just think you're a bad boy and that's what makes you so sexy." she teases playfully. "as long as you fuck me like a bad boy."

did his mom allow him to do anything? not even a pet to love and hold seemed just a little more cruel on top of what was already a very horrible situation. "that's insane, creatures are such a wonderful part of our world and there's so many just waiting to find families to love them. owls especially are essential, I don't know what I would do without my baby merlin. he's the sweetest boy..." she feels herself ranting a bit and realizing how silly it must sound to get so caught up in her emotions over creatures but she hates the thought of them not being loved. "we can go to the magical menagerie tomorrow, I did some volunteer work over there last year....they have the loveliest creatures I'm sure you'll find one to bond with so quickly." she was passionate about creatures and she always loved a good excuse to go visit them even if alfie got a little jealous of having to share his mom's attention with them. she didn't miss his comment about calling it a date though, already planning her perfect outfit. "I think that's a pretty romantic first date actually..." she smiles shyly. "we can even hold hands more."

toching her face and telling her she can look at his dick whenever she wants shouldn't sound as good as it does but it makes her hot, eyes flickering at it again as she purrs. "it's kind of hard not to think about.." for one it was the first time she'd ever seen one in person but one as pretty as his had her feeling light headed.

she didn't mean to break down over her brother, she wasn't done it in so long and then it comes pouring out like a waterfall, so smooth and fast...but she feels comfortable with regulus in a way she's never felt before. sure she had her friends but this was something intense like her skin was transparent and he could see inside her soul, loving her even though there was so much bagge to carry. she lets the tears fall down when soft cheek, it hurts so much to think of everything her brother would miss out on. but his words take her by surprise and confusion as he attempts to take some of the blame. "you are not responsible for that regulus or anything else voldemort and his followers do. bad things happen and we do things we regret but you were just a kid... the only ones who have failed me are the ones who live ln their high horses in the clouds thinking only for themselves and for shitty beliefs that you dont even believe in anymore....if anything you give me hope that people can be good." she sighs, wiping her tearas she looks up at him. "cedric would've liked you a lot...not as much as I like you." she shakes her head. "you already gave me an amazing gift by giving em a chance to know you, I don't need anything more."

she's excited to share her books with him. the knowledge of knowing how important creatures of their world are and that includes dragons even if wizards didn't really seem to have much respect. she wants to help them too in her journeys once she leaves hogwarts...maybe they'd do it together. she's lost in thought when regulus asks her her type and she has to pause for a moment "oh..." she blushes. "I like smart guys but not just your average smart like so smart he can bring himself back to life kind of smart, I also like when he's slightly brooding but knows how to make me laugh and is confident in who he is." she bites down on her lower lip again. "the green eyes and dark curls are an added bonus I guess..."

his hand is on her neck when she kisses him and it sends shivers down her spine especially given the context of what he's saying, telling her she would be his first too if they were to cross that line and she easily nods. "I want to be.." she says softly with a purr, smirking back at him. "I never really wanted that...I never even really masterbated before...but I don't know something about you makes me want to cross that line and give you every inch of my body."

his hands are on her cheek, they're warmer now and soft as he looks back into her eyes. he's only inches away from her as he speaks filthy words making the throat feel dry and her heart race as blue eyes glisten with desire. "just making sure you know what you're in for...i meant no disrespect sir." she teases, pouting playfully. "but if you're sure you can handle me then I want you all night long, maybe later you can punish me for my disrespect?" she hums wanting so bad to kiss him but doesn't, not yet. it's almost as if they're waiting to that exact moment, knowing if she did to now she would ruin her mom's table cloth.

but they've made their way to her brothers old room, getting regulus prepared for his shower and the fact she would have to start moving things that had gone untouched for the last two years. she thinks about how regulus said he'd kill for her, just so she would be his and it makes her realize how much easier doing all of this is because it's for him, someone who is worth the care and strength it will take to do this. "what's funny is it feels like I'm already yours...." she chuckles a bit sadly.

it feels weird being in here, it's still smells like cedric but distant in a way. she doesn't wanna break down again, she's supposed to be taking care of regulus but he wraps his arms around her frame before she can say a word more, shocking her a little but making her chest feel more free as well as her arms wrap around his body and she holds him close, eyes closing as she smells him for a moment, it's mostly of forest grass right now but she wonders what he will smell like when he's around longer, probably of old books and something unique, just like him. she rests her face in his chest for a moment. "thank you for showing up when you did." she says in return pulling away to realize she did let one of her tears catch up with her so she wipes it away and smiles. "and thank you for that..." she drops her gaze with a sad smile for a moment before looking around. "I'm guessing you were a slytherin in your day...it must be kind of weird sleeping in a hufflepuffs wet dream." cedric was proud of his house. "but he'd be happy to give it to you...as long as you shower before you get on his comfy bed." she teases before leaning up to kiss his cheek again

regulus wishes more than anything that he could not care about walburga, just like bee says. but he’s spent his entire life caring too much; trying to assume the best of every adult in his life and doing what he can to ‘carry his weight’ and be a good son and wizard. he’s tired of doing it, and angry that he spent so long trying. he wonders what it’s like growing up with emma and amos as parents— surely the intense expectations were there, with amos. or maybe he just fully forgot about bee and her loveliness, trying to bury that pain of being reminded emma loved remus. bee didn’t deserve any of it, and he hates that she was separated from the father who could’ve reminded her how perfect she is. he supposes he’ll just have to do it himself. 

he can’t read her expression, when he talks about his family traditions. he’s sure she’s horrified, just like most of hogwarts now seemed to be. it was outdated, the way the old families did things. to him it’s tradition; one he begrudgingly accepted, but still trying to be proud of, until very recently. she surprises him by not commenting on it, instead asking him about what he wants in a partner and centering the conversation on the fact he has a choice now. he’s never really had someone do that before— even sirius was more stern with him when he was trying to convince him to be his own person.

he considers her question seriously, falling quiet. ���i want someone who’s as warm as this treehouse,” he says easily, because that’s obvious to him already. “and not concerned with status or money or power… someone who wants to raise a family because they love children and not because they’re tools to be used.” he pauses, thinking about physical characteristics. “she has to be the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen, with big blue eyes and ribbons in her hair.” his voice gets a little lower as he leans in, gaze flickering from her lips to her eyes again. “she’s brunette and has a perfect body.”

the way she compliments him paired with agreeing she would get on top of him makes him smile. “that’s hot. you could do whatever you wanted to me,” he purrs, already envisioning how she would look sitting above him. “i’m not a good boy, but i would be for you.”

she reminds him she doesn’t know how to control it and he studies her for a moment before answering. “i’m sure that’s scary, with everything going on.” she seems like she’s had so much more stress than she deserves, and pain to go along with it. he wishes he could take it all from her, knowing fully well that he would give up this second chance at life if it meant he could make this girl full of sunshine any happier at all.

she suggests going with him to get an owl and he smiles, because he’d always wanted to get an animal but never did because walburga didn’t want any of the mess in her home. he had tried to tell her it was nonsensical to be worried about, since kreacher’s cleaning spells are quick, but she didn’t budge on the matter. “i’ve always wanted one. it’ll be even more special, with you there.” he’s sure the creature will take to bee just as quickly as he has. “and it’ll make for the perfect first date.” he hopes that’s what she wants, because he already likes her so much that he doesn’t know what he would do if they weren’t on the same page. she’s like a raft in a storm, saving him from sinking.

“as big as my what?” he asks with a smile. “you can’t stop thinking about it, can you? luckily for you, you can look at it whenever you please…” he leans in, brushing her hair out of her face as his thumb traces her cheek gently. 

he wants to touch her again, as soon as he sees the tears shining in her pretty blue eyes. she explains what happened to cedric and his chest feels like it’s splitting open, a lump in his throat. he had suspicions about how he was killed, but he foolishly clung to the hope that maybe it was something that couldn't be helped and voldemort wasn't hurting people to this degree in regulus's absence. he hoped it wasn't completely and utterly preventable, if only people like regulus had fought back instead of supporting voldemort. or maybe if dumbledore cared enough to refuse to be apart of the tournament, especially knowing voldemort was in power. “i’m so sorry,” he says quietly, looking down. “so many people failed you. dumebledore was one of them and so was i.” maybe she would try to argue he wasn’t, because she’s the sweetest girl he’s ever met, but it doesn’t stop it from being true. “i would give anything in the world to bring him back to you… you and your family didn’t deserve this.” he hates war and he hates everything these stupid beliefs have done to people. at the end of the day, was it even about fear, or was it about one man seizing power because he needed it to feel anything? regulus doesn’t know the answer, but he hates voldemort all the same.

it’s sweet that she’s offering him her books, as if she want to encourage him. he had friends in the year he died, but he never opened up enough to admit to them the things even his mother shamed him for. he feels vulnerable in a way he hasn’t before, which feels consistent considering he was naked in the forest not long ago. “maybe i’ll read them all and impress you,” he says, already knowing he’s going to anyway. “what’s your type? since you asked what mine was.” he knows it’s him, but he would never get tired of hearing it and in fact he’s using every opportunity to do so.

his hand slides up to the side of her neck as she kisses his cheek, touching her gently even as she pulls away. “you’re my first time, too… if you want to be.” he’s never had sex before, not prioritizing his horniness when he had other things to do. besides, he never liked anyone in a meaningful way, so it didn’t feel right. not when so many girls wanted him, asking him out enough times that it drew ire from james potter, who wanted everyone’s attention and especially lily’s. at least it worked out for him in the end, even if regulus still isn’t sure he would ever like james.

there’s something dirty about their words, especially given they’re in the middle of emma and amos’s dining room. he already feels himself getting hard from her cheek kisses and flirting, but it feels even more intense when she asks him lowly about if he can handle her. he leans in, cupping her face, the plate beside them forgotten (she tastes better than the pancakes, anyway). “are you implying i can’t keep up because i’m older? what happened to respecting your elders, baby girl?” he glances down at her mouth, but doesn’t kiss her. “i can do everything you ask of me and more, and i can do it all night.”

she even curses when she compliments him, which makes him harder. “that’s how i feel about you… i think i would kill someone, just to make you mine.” she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he wants to taste every inch of her body, covering her in him. it feels like an inevitable soulmate connection to him, or maybe he’s just a romantic. but even without that emotional connection he would be dying for her, his green eyes glued to her body and checking her out because she’s perfect in every way.

he allows her to lead him to the bedroom, their fingers intertwined and his stomach fluttering. the mood changes a little as they walk in; or maybe it’s just the space cedric left behind. it’s warm and full of fondness, from the handsome smiling boy in the pictures next to a girl smiling just as big, to the warm colored quidditch posters covering the walls. he can tell cedric was a hufflepuff by the banners and even the yellow and black blanket on the bed.

regulus turns to look at bee, who is using her sweetest voice to encourage him to go take a shower, as if she hadn’t just walked into her recently dead brother’s room. his heart aches for her, so he steps forward, folding her in his arms and hugging her to his chest. “thank you,” he says softly, burying his face in her shoulder. he cradles her tightly, his arms sliding down her back.

[jerry-hornes-foot]

dom!steve making you beg for it!!!!!!

Went a bit crazy for this one but I'm just wild for Steve getting turned on by just how pathetic you can be when you really need him, and getting to write more dom!steve is just so 🥵🥵🥵 thank you for this!!!

906 words

18+ only

Smut

Steve Harrington x Gender Neutral Reader

Tags: dom/sub; sub!reader; dom!steve; bondage; masturbation; teasing; begging; humiliation; degredation; fuck toy; dacryphilia; touch denial; offensive language

Thick rope binds your wrists and winds up the back of the chair Steve has you tied to. Each of your ankles is bound separately to the two front legs, keeping your legs spread so that Steve can get a real good look at you. Your body is trembling with lust, Steve had been teasing you all night at the party and now that you were home, he had no intention to give you the release you needed anytime soon. He plant's his feet between yours and looms over you, gripping your chin and holding your head so that your eyes are locked with his.

"Come on, Harrington, you've got to give me something." You say with a weak attempt at a laugh.

"I wouldn't speak to me like that if I was in your position. If you want me, you better ask nicely."

"You want me to beg you, is that it? You really think I'm that desperate?"

"Oh, I don't think that." Steve replies with a cruel smirk.

He glides his finger slowly down your chest and over your stomach, then gets onto his knees and grips your thighs tightly. Leaning forward he places his head between your legs, sticking out his tongue and pushing the very tip against you. Even this tiny amount of contact makes your skin shriek, and you let out a uncontrollable moan, which distorts into a pathetic whine as Steve pulls his head away and glares up at you,

"I know it."

The ropes tighten around your wrists and ankles as you attempt to hump the seat of the chair, but Steve's knots are too tight to give you any wiggle room. He's perched on the end of the bed opposite you, watching as you struggle against your restraints. He's enjoying this.

"Alright!" You shout finally. "Please, Steve, I'm begging you okay? Come over here and fuck me. Please."

Steve tilts his head and scrunches his nose at you.

"Not really good enough is it? Although I must admit, it is hot seeing you this desperate for me. Making me very horny, not sure I can take much more. I guess I'd better do something about that."

Kicking off his boxers he throws them into the corner and wraps his hand around his dick. Keeping his eyes fixed on your body he starts to stroke himself, slowly. He runs his tongue over his lips as he stares at you, then bites down on his bottom lip with a performative groan, lifting his hips up and slowly fucking his hand. You swallow harshly, your mouth totally dry as you stare at Steve's cock sliding up and down in his fist. It's driving you insane not being able to quell the burning between your legs.

"I'm sorry Steve, I shouldn't have acted like a brat, okay? I promise I can behave, if you'll just touch me."

Steve's eyes flick down to his hand then back up at you,

"I bet you wish this was you."

"God yes, I'd do anything if you'd let me ride your dick, Steve, anything."

Steve groans and rolls his hips.

"God you sound so pathetic." He says, leaning back on his free hand, and picking up speed slightly with the the other. "I could make myself cum just watching you."

"You can do whatever you want to me, I don't care."

"Oh really?" Steve raises an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Anything you like. Use me. Fuck me like I'm your dirty little toy. Ruin me."

Steve's cock kicks at your words, his body twitches and another moan catches in his throat.

"I'm all yours Steve, and I know that now, yours to treat however you like if you just please, please, let me feel your hands on me, let me feel your dick inside me!"

Every cell in your body is screaming for Steve's touch, you're so frustrated you can barely think straight. Tears start to well in your eyes as you get overwhelmed with the need for release. It's so humiliating to have to beg Steve like this, and the worst of it is that only makes you hornier, and Steve knows it. His breathing is ragged now, hand pumping firmly over his cock as he listens to you plead.

"I don't know what's gotten into you, but I like it. Tell me you're mine one more time and I'll think about it."

"I'm yours Steve, all yours! Yours to do whatever you like with! You don't even have to make me cum! Throw me about the bed like a fucking ragdoll if you want. I just need you so badly I can't bear it!"

Tears spill down your cheeks, you feel as though you might explode if Steve doesn't touch you soon. Your thighs ache with how hard you've been tensing them. Steve's hand slows to a stop and he stands up, leaning over you once again and smiling coldly.

"There now, that wasn't so hard was it?" Lifting his hand to your cheek he wipes away a tear with his thumb. "We wouldn't have had to go through all this if you'd just asked nicely to begin with."

"I know, I'm sorry Steve, please forgive me."

Steve swings his leg over yours and straddles your thigh.

"If you wanted me to ruin you..." The sudden sensation of Steve's hand against your body knocks the wind out of your lungs. "You only had to ask."

[allegra-writes]

"Bright blue ripples"

Mob!Tom Holland x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, overstimulation, dirty talk, master/sir kink

Just a little blurb cuz I can't get this scene out of my head 💦

"Light of my life, fire of my loins

Be a good baby, do what I want"

Off to the Races - Lana del Rey

"Say it, baby girl" Tom cooed softly against your ear, voice calm and sweet, like he hadn't been torturing you, pushing you to the brink of insanity, blurring the line between pleasure and pain, for almost two hours now. 

As if he wasn't buried balls deep into your tight heat, fucking you raw. 

But no, the bastard wasn't even winded. He was completely under control, as always.

It was unfair.

"Say it, come on" He insisted, "Just three little words, and it'll be over. Just three little words… and master will let you come" 

You dug your fingertips on the sun warmed skin of his shoulders, his back, holding on for dear life as he kept on slamming his hips against yours, railing you into the pool wall. 

You opened your eyes in an effort to clear your mind, to focus on something other than his big cock, thrusting inside you so deep and so hard, that you were sure he was bruising your womb. The bright blue ripples, glistening under the afternoon sun, that he was creating around the both of you with every move, caught your eye. That was exactly the way he was making you feel: wave after wave of pleasure, crashing, growing, amplifying inside you, until you were swept away in the riptide. Until it was hard to breath, useless to fight. You were just too exhausted for that, the only option left was surrendering. 

"I'm sorry, sir" You sobbed, "I'm so sorry"

Tom leaned back, fingers tilting your chin up to look into your hooded eyes and you realized he was only using one arm around your waist to hold you up. It shouldn't amaze you anymore, how strong he was, but it did.

"See, I don't think you are" He tsked, slowing down his movements again, making you whine in complaint, "sorry that you're being punished, maybe. But not sorry for what you did…" 

"No, please, I'm sorry" you begged, "please, sir, let me come"

He chuckled. He loved seeing you like that, his little hellcat, his cold, proud ice queen, reduced to a docile, pleading little kitten. And he was the one to do that to you. No one else but him could tame you, could satiate the hunger within you. 

"I'm not being cruel because I want to, baby girl" Tom explained, thumb brushing away the tears you hadn't realized were falling. "I have to make sure to ingrain the lesson inside that pretty head of yours: Fire is messy, dangerous. I don't want you playing with matches anymore…"

You pouted, petulantly,

"But fire is fun!"

Your boyfriend's face fell, as you realized too late exactly what you had done.

"Did you just "but" me?"

Horrified, you opened your mouth to deny it, to defend yourself, to say anything, but a single stern look from his deep brown eyes was enough to shut you up. His grip around you tightened, as he carried you to the shallow part of the mosaic studded pool. A whine left your mouth as Tom slid out of you and placed you on your feet, the water reaching up to your waist.

"Strip" he ordered, pointing at your white bikini, askew and covering nothing at all already, but you guessed whatever plan he had, he didn't want anything in the way. 

"Lay back, I want you to float on your back" he continued, once your bathing suit was off. You obeyed once again, eyes never leaving his face as he walked around you, disturbing the waters. He seemed to consider for a moment, before grabbing hold of your hip, guiding you closer to the edge of the pool. 

"Hold on" 

Once again, you submissively did as you were told without questioning it, reaching back and grabbing onto the sand colored tile. 

Tom let your hips go, but kept his hands on you, trailing soft caresses from your collarbone, down to your breasts, tearing a moan from your lips when his blunt fingernails catched on your over sensitized nipples. 

"My pretty little girl," he hummed, approvingly, "like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yes, sir"

He cupped his hand under the water, only to later bring it to your chest, watching the droplets fall from his palm to your soft mounds, to the valley between them, catching the sun, glimmering on your skin. 

"My precious girl…" Tom praised, circling you to step back between your legs. He never stopped touching you, massaging your calves, your thighs, stopping a breath away from where you needed him the most.

Your weak sigh made him chuckle,

"Want something, princess? Want me to touch you here?" His index finger finally traced your slit, gathering your wetness, different from the water surrounding you, playing with you, breaching your entrance just a falange, only to withdraw and flick your clit instead. 

"Like it when I play with your pussy too?" He didn't really expect a reply. Luckily, because you didn't think you could have formed words, as he used his index and middle finger to penetrate you at last, wasting no time in searching for that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars. 

"God, look at you… you're so wet, don't even need lube for this. Juicy little cunt" 

He stroke his big, fat cock once, twice, before using the same hand to help guide himself inside you. Without removing the fingers from his other hand. 

You cried out at the feeling, the fullness. He was stretching you to your limit, tearing you in half.

And you fucking loved it.

"You can take it, can't you princess?" It wasn't hard for Tom to realize your cries and sobs were of bliss, "My perfect girl can take everything I give her… Fuck! Taking it so well"

You couldn't have replied even if you had wanted to, you were in ecstasy, weightless, floating, soring. Helpless to the tsunami of sensation as Tom started thrusting again, slow and measured, careful of not hurting you. He was close to bursting himself, but you were his priority, fingertips never stopping rubbing against your g-spot, as your screams grew higher and louder. 

"So fucking tight… my baby needs stretching"

You whimpered. His breathy voice as he talked filth to you was always your undoing.

"So tight… gonna milk me so good…"

He could see the muscles of your entire body starting to lock, "Gonna come for me, baby girl? That's it… you can let go… come for your master" 

You didn't even realize you were holding it until he gave you permission to let go, but when he did, you came immediately, hard, every cell of your body exploding into a million sparks. 

Oxygen deprivation at just the right time could do that to you. 

"Shhhh, you're safe. I got you" Tom's voice was the next thing you were aware of, as he held you close to him with both arms, all of his skin against yours sending you to overdrive as he kept on rocking inside you.

You locked your arms around his neck and legs around his waist, urging him on to go faster and harder. 

"Baby…"

"More" You demanded, "Come inside me… please sir, I want your come"

He growled against your neck, but complied, moving you up and down his shaft, using you to get himself off. 

"Want you to come for me again" He gasped. You shook your head,

"I… I can't"

"You can and you will" His voice broke no arguments as he squeezed you against him tighter, pelvis grinding against your clit. 

"Tom… please, no"

"Oh yeah" he moaned against your ear, "my baby girl has to learn her lesson" 

Your head was too muddled, too confused to decide if you wanted to get closer to the pleasure or further from the pain, but in the end it didn't matter, you were too weak to push him away, anyway. 

"Good girl… isn't it better when you stop fighting? When you just obey?"

You nodded your head minutely, all the answer you could manage, but it seemed to be enough for him. A couple thrusts later, and he was bitting down on your shoulder, releasing deep inside of you, the pulsing of his cock against your overstimulated entrails sending you into climax again.

On shaky legs, he carried you to the steps of the stair of the pool before collapsing on them, with you on his lap.

"God… that was…"

"Amazing" You finished for him, placing a soft kiss on his sweaty forehead. His replying smile was nothing short of ethereal. 

"You were incredible, babe"

"Well, you weren't half bad yourself" Your chuckle died in your throat, as you saw his lips fall. You followed his eyes to the transparent film dressing covering half your right arm, where the gasoline had splashed your jacket and caught fire a few days before, when you had gone against his orders and burnt down the Collucci's place instead of waiting for the boys. 

"I'm sorry" You said, sincerely, "I'll wait for reinforcements next time. I won't act alone again, I promise"

"I know you won't" He deadpaned, "You are off the field for a month" 

"What?? No! Tommy, that's too long!" You complained. He only smirked,

"Don't worry, princess" The mischievous glint in his eyes foretold trouble. For you. "I can keep you entertained until your punishment is over…"

[mevekagvain]

Chapter 189 - I still have no clue why the lords' sanctuary is used as a grave like okay yeah I do it's mostly symbolic and to grieve but I still think it doesn't make sense. All the other uses? Yeah cool. Grave? Nah, not when purebloods dissipate into red mist when they die. Extremely funny imagining mvp lord picking out a fancy coffin full well knowing he won't leave a corpse though like okay king <3 and I haven't even started on those damn stairs.

- Everytime Rael's being cringe I flash through renditions of memes that cover the general energy of habitual suffering that is simultaneously willing yet forced.

- Tbh as someone who doesn't particularly believe in the whole concept of honourable fighting unless it's sports or agreed upon beforehand by all parties and because they're going against what they perceive as traitors or invaders... Rajak shouldn't be scolding Rael for trying to get rid of the trio.

Chapter 190 - Here they know the traiters were behind the Loyard massacre but later Seira doesn't even think that Zarga may have played a part until he said it himself so what's the truth.

- Really, Rousare having died should make it obvious that Gejutel wasn't involved and prevent all this. At least Ludis has some sense.

- Ah, time for grandpa's trashtalk.

Chapter 191 - It always drives me insane that Raskreia knows jack shit about Frankenstein and Raizel like she really did not give a fuck about them did she lmao? Oh father has sent clan leaders out on an arrest warrant? Oh father asks me to regularly visit this random stranger who he adores often and wishes for him to be lord? Why would I ever wish to learn more about them? Like queen ily but keep track of important events in Lukedonia even before you're lord please.

- I know Gejutel's just bullshitting but like. The traitors having foresight? Sjjsjsis where? Lagus and Roctis yeah sure I get it. But the rest? Ignes literally experimented on ppl in Lukedonia. Urokai, as much as I love him, is definitely the stupid dumbass of the group. Zarga if he had any foresight would have either just stayed on Lukedonia and chilled as a loner or had a heir who he passed Lontrick on to and left Lukedonia to once again chill as a loner since unlike the others he only disagreed with the new ideals rather than wanting to actively murder someone. As for Gradeus... we know he can use his brain but he really turned it off entirely when deciding to install bloodstones huh? Like if all you want to do is fight than becoming that strong even when you're already the strongest around is not gonna be enjoyable. Well then he went cuckoo so whtever. Ofc I do wonder whether his goal went from enjoying fighting to mere murder before or after he was exposed to bloodstones and the same for him massacring his clan since the options have implications.

- And here we are at the "clan leaders should go into eternal sleep with the lord" bullshit. Like sorry but just cos the good guys are the ones spouting it doesn't mean I'll ever agree with it. Like tf. It makes me think immediately of rulers who had their servants buried alive with them, emperors whose harems were killed upon their deaths, wives set fire upon their husbands funerals, etc. It is interesting ofc that even nobles who are very obviously written as the best race in noblesse have such regressive and cruel practices. Much more fascinating to have humans take inspiration from them for both good and bad after all.

- Grandpa really tried to be mean so Raskreia wouldn't feel bad executing him huh. Not that it worked ofc.

Chapter 192 - It's so funny that Raizel changes his clothes to Lukedonia's black and gold upon entering because like, did he feel like the odd one out or something?

- Darling clan leaders, I'll excuse your ignorance and underestimation of the enemy, but esteemed lord please, you should know better.

- Hilarious that Gejutel saw that the current gen had extremely spotty knowledge due to their predecessors being like that ig but instead of fixing that he essentially went "It's none of my business idc idc" and ignored it until it came back to bite him in the ass. Like at least tell the lord about all this pls. She should know what a noblesse is 😭

Chapter 193 - Rip Karias not finding everyone in the throne room. It's like when a class gets changed last minute and you have no clue which new place it's in.

- Raizel just take the earring off normally I swear. Imagine having only one memento from a friend you actually meant to keep but you just tear it apart. I would cry.

- Gejutel being apologetic about making Raizel use his lifeforce... grandpa,,,

Chapter 194 - The fact that Ludis' eyes glow as he sets up the protection for the sanctuary,,, love him.

- Insert 300 page analysis on Raskreia's relationship with being lord and just her in general here. I'm too lazy to type it out so insecurities, lack of communication, lack of clarity, formality and duty leading to distant relationships, etc etc etc.

Chapter 195 - This is so rude 😤

- God Karias' entrance and interactions with everyone,,, the way he fusses over Raskreia openly, the way Rozaria beckons him over, them,,,

Chaoter 196 - "The clan leaders share my thoughts" obviously not with the traitors. Well Roctis may have agreed but Ignes prevented him from all that. Still, even from the other 4 non traitors of Ru, Elenor, Loyard and Mergas, it's very much possible they disagreed but simply kept quiet about their thoughts because how dare they go against the lord? I mean, the track record isn't exactly great and that's just how it is in these sort of systems.

- Well I definitely think the method he decided on was stupid but I do think mvp lord's sentiment was very sweet. And ofc just how he wants the best for Raizel... it makes me sad everytime like he just wants him to be happy and be able to enjoy life and yet. Just how his message always has him with that soft smile for Raizel as he tells him to live a long joyous life... that he wants him to be safe... that he's happy he's been outlived... gonna go cry brb..

Chapter 197 - Yeah just gonna ignore and replace the misogynistic bs they make mvp lord spout with like "Be wary of men; instead of wasting time beating them up see if you have any interest in women instead. Especially if they're not nobles. Only wear what you're comfortable with and don't let anyone pressure you. Remember to train often with swords or your skills will become rusty. Etc etc etc."

Chapter 198 - At least he has earring number 2 ig

- "This house is a little old and needs some renovation" It's great that you're being tactful but Tao we both know that this estate that hasn't had any upkeep for at least 5 centuries needs a hell lot more than a little fixing.

- M-21 just has his priorities straight okay,,, you all do need to change.

- Why did Tao pack aprons and gloves for the trip?