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thecameronchronicles · 2 years

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No Nut November

TW: Masturbation references. Smut. Semi-public sex. Language.

SUMMARY: Partaking in ‘No Nut November’ would prove difficult when you become a bit too needy for him to stay true to his ambition.

WORD COUNT: 1500

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Reader x one of the obx guys and him and his friends (so either the other kooks or other pogues) are challenging each other who can go the longest for no nut November and it’s been a few days and you’re being needy so you do everything to tease him until he finally gives in and fucks you

*I WANTED TO CHANGE THIS A BIT TO MAKE IT A BIT MORE INTERESTING…

No Nut November

The odds were stacked against him from the second he agreed to this display of self control; one thing he already wasn’t known for possessing. But by the two week mark, having lasted longer than anyone thought he would, JJ was busting at the proverbial and literal seam of his pants as you only made this worse. Purposely wearing only his shirts and tracing him such ways that if you’d only move slightly north, he’d certainly stain his shorts after denying himself that release for so long. But if there was one thing JJ Maybank was above all else, it was stubborn. Especially when money was on the line. And this was the deal he made with the other pogues. Two hundred dollars for who could last. But you had an ambition all your own.

“JJ?” You asked as he relaxed in the hammock, trying to think of anything but how his cock throbbed at even just the sound of your voice. He was desperate, but too stubborn to let anyone else have that two hundred dollars.

“I’m bored…”

“I think Sarah and Kie are-”

“I want to play with you…” You watched his jaw clench and his chest rise in a deep breath.

“Sweetheart-”

“Please J…I miss you…” He sat on the edge of the hammock, tapping his knee as you knew the invitation well as it was all you had for the last two weeks. But no matter how skilled he was with his fingers or his tongue, you wanted HIM. Because there was nothing like the sensation of his fullness-the closeness. And for that, you were willing to risk appearing desperate or even feral.

“I want YOU, JJ��”

“Baby, I can’t-” For this, you dropped to your knees, running your hands up his thighs and to his belt as he contracted against you.

“Is THIS worth more than two hundred dollars? Shit, J, I’ll pay you myself, just fuck me!”

“Ahem!” John B cleared his voice at your back as you turned to find Pope and Kiara smirking at your desperation.

“You’re so screwed, J…” Kie commented as he was able to distance himself from you long enough to ignore the temptation you forced on him.

A few hours later, you were all set around the inner heart of The Chateau. Some conversation of a recent movie spoken between Kiara and John B with passionate standpoints on either end as you could only focus on the fringe of the blanket at the ends of your fingers, unable to meet anyone’s gaze as you were too embarrassed. All because of a stupid deal that made you completely unhinged. And in the attempts he made to warrant a response from you, you would only ignore him, until he tried to pull your legs over him, to which, you’d just pull yourself into his room, slamming the door closed without a care of how this could embarrass him or yourself.

He waited only a short while before following behind you, finding you in one of his shirts yet again, only now, without a care to use it as a means of seduction. But the second that you would find him wrapping his arms around you, no matter how tempting his embrace had been, you pulled away from him. Or at least tried to before feeling him pull his grip to between your thighs. As you tried to fight him, but found the expert circles and perfect pressure to draw you into more of an agreeable state than what you would have preferred.

“JJ-”

He silenced you by a hand around your mouth, “You’re gonna want to keep this there…I’m not stopping until you know how sorry I am…And I know how much of a screamer my girl is,especially when I make her squirt…” You groaned into his palm as he was quick to take you to that precipice of that orgasm, only to edge you.

“JJ, Please…”

“I know what you need…And I know exactly how to give it to you…but you need to give it to me when I’m ready…”

“Please, J…Nobody has to know…Just the tip…Just let me see it-fuck…please…”

“You really love it that much?” He smirked against your ear as his hand had lowered so you could talk.

“I need it, J…Please…” You began to rock your ass against him, rubbing and circling him, before his hands stationed at your waist.

“Then we’re gonna make it worth two hudnred dollars.” He turned you suddenly on your stomach, the excitement of this moment having only been compared to that of your first time together. His hands were quick to undress himself before he would then position your hips up to him.

“You want it and you’re gonna take it, right sweetheart?”

“Yes, J-I swear to God…”

“Nuh uh…Me. Swear. To. Me.” He ordered as he bent you into such an arch that he could look into your eyes as you nodded.

“I swear to you, JJ…Whatever you want to do to me, I’m yours…” He smirked.

“Then perk that perfect little ass up for me and bounce it against me exactly how I like it…you know how…And I want you to flick yourself…do it slowly because I want this to last…” You nodded. “And you don’t get to come until I say.”

“Yes, JJ…”

“Goooood girl…” He purred, his cock suddenly inside of you as you whimpered.

“Yes…” You grunted. “YES-” You spoke again behind tear eyes and clenched teeth.

“You gonna make it worth it for me?”

“Yes…”

“Then why the fuck aren’t you moving?” You began to move forward, allowing his cock to find the familiarity of your inner walls clenching around him. With a hand to the bend of your neck, he held you in guidance to slow your desperate thrusts before you were left solely to his motions and the white knuckled grip into your shoulder.

“J Please…it’s-”

“Don’t you dare complain. I’ve waited two weeks without doing as much as stroking and you’ve been walking around making it worse…wearing my shirts with no panties-yeah I noticed…” He paused to set a smack to your ass, “Bending over and moaning…on your knees and looking up at me like you know drives me crazy…So YOU don’t get to complain.” But as he spoke these words, he would take pity on you as he had been relentless, minutes fading into an hour and beyond as he’d break long enough to prolong his own release. All the while, edging you and spouting those dirty words that kept you ready for him without aggression reaching to the forefront.

“JJ…”

“Turn over.” He finally allowed you a reprieve before you obeyed, his hands quick to pull his shirt from your torso as he was quick to attack each breast. Your fingers ran through his hair but were quickly set over your head.

“You’ve done enough…I know you’ve had to wait too…So you’re gonna come,” He was silenced by his own motions, wincing at the reinsertion of his cock to your welcoming sex, “With me…It’s only fair-”

“Please, JJ…”

“Fuck…I missed those whines…Ke-k-keep whining for me…shit…” He grunted, head folded into your shoulder as you dug your nails into his arms, his muscles contracting to each movement, before his paces grwe to that familiar speed of a near climax.

“You can stop and still win, J-” You reminded him.

“Not a fucking chance in hell. You wanted it…you’re gonna get it. All. OF. IT!” He clenched, battering into you, finger rushing across your clit as you would squirt,allowing him the perfect slick to pound his final desperate movements into you before then falling at your side, breathless, pullingyo in to him.

“To be honest…I can’t believe I lasted THIS long…” He confessed as you nodded.

“I’m sorry, JJ…For being desperate-”

“I’m not.” You looked up at him, his hand softly tracing your jaw.

“Because it means that you have 200 reasons to make it up to me.”

“200-orgasms?!” He nodded.

“Before the end of November-” Your eyes widened.

“That’s like five a day, J!”

“And this was one…” He winked. “Now do whatever you have to, get some water-shower,although that’s redundant…because when I come back…I’m using that perfect…dirty…little mouth…” You were left in awe as he moved back into the crux of The Chateau, applause awaiting him.

“Guess you missed out, JJ…” Pope teased.

“You can gladly have it. Because after that last dollar is spent, I’ll still get to have sex…” He teased as you blushed when hearing him speak in regards to you. But you couldn’t help the fact he was right…

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cannellee · 8 months

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Love this blog fr <3 wish their was more omegaverse on tumblr..

I have a request! Any alpha tokyo revengers characters x tall! Omega reader !!!

Can you imagine reader from far away looks intimidating because of their height but is actually a sweet heart !! I love this trope sm

TOKYO REVENGERS OMEGAVERSE ★

୨୧ alpha! Tokyo revengers x tall!omega! Reader (pairing : mikey, draken, baji & sanzu)

— a/b/o tokyo revengers headcanons

tw : slightly pervy mikey (?) & unhinged baji.

my masterlist : ☆

(aaah thank you sm!! I hope you like it🫶)

MIKEY

when mikey first met you, he never once thought you were an omega. a beta for sure or a submissive alpha at least, but definitely not an omega.

you had that intimidating look and an overall quietness that is so foreign to an omega. he was surprised when you first talked to him about a school project to smell such a sweet aroma around you.

probably thought you were carrying some sort of snacks and asked you to share.

your usually unexpresisve features softened instantly and you explained quickly that it was just your pheromones.

seeing a flustered look on your face was new for mikey. he might be slow at times but he understood immediately what you meant and that he was mistaken.

your height never phased him. he was an alpha, and didn't need his omega to be shorter than him for him to have confidence.

when you started dating, he was actually amused by the reactions you would give him.

mikey loved to tease you. you just seemed so sure of yourself, even though all he needed to do to make you loose your composure was his pheromones.

it seems you were very sensitive to smells, more than your average omega. and mikey knew it.

he couldn't help himself! you were just so cute crouching down to dig your nose into his neck to moment his scent hit you.

your scent also drove him crazy. with little to no care for time or place, mikey would often bury his nose into your chest. it's not his fault if your boobs were always right in front of his eyes!

he doesn't care if you're shy, you can't stop him from getting a good sniff. you might be taller but mikey still is stronger than you.

would then sweep you off your feets and carry you bridal style to yours or his house.

mikey loves it when you're both inside his bed or your nest, that way he can kiss you without having to ask you to bend down. that face you make when you weren't expecting his kisses is adorable!

forces you into his clothes. he loves when you smell like him, especially when you both go outside. his sweaters are often too small for you, but insists you look good with tight clothes regardless.

buys a few oversized shirts a while after...

mikey felt a sense of pride to have such a beautiful omega submit to him & accept him as her alpha.

he might tease you a lot, but never about your height, and those who dare act up in front of you are met with a fight, no exceptions.

mikey is unsurprisingly protective and takes his role as your alpha really seriously.

people often mistake you as a beta and that sometimes lead you to uncomfortable situations. others don't think much of it and think of you as an assertive type of person, they often disregard your feelings as a result.

that's not mikey's case. and his instincts and genuine care for you make him able to read every one of your reactions, even though he doesn't look like the observant type.

if you don't feel at ease, he will gently drag you away and take his time to calm you down.

DRAKEN

being taller than any omega, people would often subconsciously treat you with less care than your counterparts.

believing the perfect omega is someone shorter than them, most alphas never even looked at you as a potential mate.

you kept repeating to yourself that it didn't matter, that you would fine someone worth it one day. but you couldn't change the fact that you were deeply insecure.

you tried everything to make you look smaller, less intimidating, being sure you would attract more alphas, but to no avail.

when you met draken was the first time you didn't feel out of place.

being pretty tall himself and an alpha at that, he was unexpectedly the taller one out of the both of you.

he is also surprised about your height but doesn't think twice about it.

you're a sweet thing who needs an alpha's attention, and good for you, draken is just soo ready to give you that.

the more he gets to know you, the more delicate you appear in his eyes. your every moves are so captivating, slow and soft.

draken's protective instincts are always on when you're near.

he enjoys the fact that he doesn't have to bend down to kiss you. he will look at you in the eyes and tenderly put his lips on yours. it's just easier and more romantic that way!

being almost the same height as him is very practical too! he's your personal stress reliever, and you find yourself burying your face into his neck with ease at any time of the day.

draken lets you do anything with him. he loves making you happy and comfortable.

knows it's useless but draken will still try and help you around the house or when you're doing groceries to grab the higher items before you do.

says it's to avoid you dropping it on your face and hurting yourself, you tell him you can easily do it yourself but you find his motives very touching.

draken knows how previous alphas have treated you and hates himself for not meeting you sooner.

would give them the beating of their lives if he ever got his hands on those who hurt you.

how could someone possibly harm you, physically or mentally, you're such a kind omega, and so docile at that. your desire to please your alpha is so strong it drives draken mad.

you're lucky you found him. draken knows how to look after you the way a reliable alpha should. you can always count on him!

BAJI

baji is completely devoted to you.

I still can't get off my head how he's toman's n.1 boyfriend.

when baji first saw you, he knew he was going to make you his.

he thought you were the prettiest omega he ever saw and never once doubted your second gender.

most people would agree baji is a bit clueless but there are stuff that don't escape his eye.

the way you carried yourself so softly, your soft spoken tone, your natural kindness and the terribly sweet and fruity smell that followed you everywhere, there was no way you could be anything other than an omega.

while baji has his smart moments, he also is a bit dense.

probably thought he would've to assert dominance first, in order to make you look at him.

people couldn't possibly get the attention of an omega such as you, elegant and graceful, without proving themselves.

can you imagine how shocked he was when he found out you didn't like his present.

turns out burnt cars with your name carved on them isn't your thing.

baji starts to court you like a normal alpha would after that.

when you both finally decide to date, he's the most doting alpha you've ever had.

people sometimes look at you funny. you both form and odd pair, with a feral alpha baji and his tall and shy omega who's trying to calm him down.

when that happens you drown him in you scent and hug him like a baby.

he loves it when you do that, but when he cools down, you're back into his arms and he's the one scenting you.

if you were to ever kindly make fun of him for being shorter, he would waste no time in tackling you to the bed and making you understand that he doesn't have to be your height to be the one in control in your relationship.

baji has the upper hand in your dynamic, his abundant confidence is what keeps him away from insecurities.

he knows he's very much capable and can protect you if danger arises.

has such a soft spot for you, he thinks you're genuinely the purest and most loving person he knows.

when he wants to look at you in the eyes, he carries you with ease to the nearest low wall and makes you sit on it. places himself in front of you, between your legs and starts scenting you.

scenting is a big part of your couple's life. baji is all about claiming you in that way.

showers you with kisses and attention. your height doesn't matter to him.

SANZU

sanzu takes dating you as a way to prove himself as an alpha.

you're tall, confident and really beautiful.

he thinks you were out of his league.

tall omegas like you are so rare, countless of alphas must have tried to get their hands on you but you still chose him?

that's it, you're bound for life.

the first time you interacted he was swept off his feet, he thought you were really pretty, sure, but your kind-hearted and humble personality was unexpected.

you were a breath of fresh air in his life of delinquent.

growls and threatens anyone who dares offend you, if they can't appreciate the person you are then there's no reason they should stay around you any longer.

sanzu with a tall omega mate gives off major guard dog energy. he feels like you're so precious you could be snatched away instantly if he were to turn his head, even for a small second.

probably a bit paranoid, but that's why he protects you so well. sanzu will unknowingly make you feel the safest you've ever been.

now his wardrobe is your wardrobe, he will buy clothes too big for him just so you can wear his stuff.

sanzu is always with you, insists that you need his constant care, that your unusual height makes you more desirable and that he can't let another alpha gets his hands on you.

acts all big and fierce when you're both out, he needs to keep the danger at bay, but gets all pouty at home and engulfs himself in your embrace.

he loves it when you're the one who takes care of him at home.

complains about how you didn't look at him enough earlier when you were with your friends. he's just mad he has to grab your chin to make you notice him more.

he will use his pheromones if you keep teasing him, spreading them so much your heat start and he has to carry you home to take care of you just the way you need it.

sanzu just worships your every being. thinks your height is the most attractive part of your body.

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arabellasleopardcoat · 11 months

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Lamb (Daemon Targaryen x Reader)

Summary: Modern Daemon has bad blowjob etiquette. You think you can teach him a lesson.

Warnings: Smut. Rimming. That’s it. That's the fic. Nah, kidding. Cursing, trapped in an elevator, male masturbation. Casual workplace sexism.

A/N: The last two Sundays I decided to be sweet. But since my finals started, we go back to my scheduled period of being unhinged. And then I started my actual period and hated this so much. So if it sucks, sorry.

He is staring at you. Again.

You never understood the point of glass walls. If you owned the building, you would have them all replaced by real, actual walls. Or at least, you would put blinds on. But you don’t own the building.

The man that does is sitting in the office right across from yours, staring towards you. Daemon Targaryen. Board member of Targaryen’s Industries. Your father and he had been at each other’s throats since you had been a little girl. Otto Hightower and Daemon Targaryen hated each other, it was a fact of life. Him choosing the office right across from yours had been taken as nothing more than a taunt to your father.

But you knew better. Daemon was set on driving you to insanity. You scowled, and he smirked at you, closing his laptop and sliding those damn glasses off his face to look at you unashamedly. He looked starving. Like he wanted to eat you whole.

You didn’t actually know what his position was. It was hard to keep track. He had been appointed by the CEO, your godfather Viserys, to more departments than you could count. First, he had been head of marketing, but your father complained he was using too expensive models that were not on the budget. Then, he had overseen PR, which had been an absolute disaster. After that, he had been placed as the CFTO, only to be demoted a few weeks later. Then he had been… Well, you get the idea.

Daemon waves his hand, shaking you out of your contemplation. You quickly close your mouth, noticing you had your lips slightly parted, as if to speak a word that would never come out. He snickers, no doubt amused at what he perceives as a weakness.

He has done this for a month. You have to give it to him, he is a patient man. Daemon sits there every morning and just looks at you. Takes you in, as you flutter around your office, sometimes on the phone, sometimes typing away on your computer. He never gets bored, or tired of it. How could he, when he is a predator waiting to pounce?

You see, Daemon has been waiting weeks for a moment of weakness. Taunting you, looking at you, making you uncomfortable. And it’s fitting, really. That today of all days is the day you break. There is a storm raging outside, the worst winter Westeros has seen in years. Climate change it’s at fault, or so they say. You only know that you despise Daemon, and you despise thunderstorms.

His eyes. Purple and mischievous, meeting yours at every turn. You despise those. His little sideways smirk. That, too, you hate. You hate his entitled, nepo baby attitude, and you are sick of the taunts about your nephews and sister. His handsome face, and how good he looks in glasses. Annoying. You wish someone would put him in his place.

No one had actually expected you to enter corporate life. You see, as the daughter of an old money family, your father was sure you would do just as Alicent did and become the housewife of a rich man. The thing he didn’t take in consideration was that you had inherited none of your mother’s and Alicent’s grace and soft tempers, and all his cunningness.

You had gone to a good school, and had quickly risen through corporate ranks. You had a strong work ethic, but your last name had helped, too. Being the daughter of Otto Hightower had his perks, especially in university, considering you had been able to not worry about paying student debt and only focus on getting good grades. It also helped that you had a sure work once you had graduated, since Viserys Targaryen was not only your brother-in-law, but you were his goddaughter too. That last fact had made for interesting conversations after he married your older sister.

Still, you dedicated yourself to your work, trying to prove you deserved to be there as much as anyone else. It was a male dominated field, and working in the company where your father was CCO, and your sister married to the owner meant many expected you to be either looking for your own rich husband or to be a lazy nepo baby. Just like Daemon was.

The sound of thunder cast you out of your thoughts. You gave a quick glance at the window, noticing that once more, it was pouring. Not a good omen for your meeting. Thunderstorms always made you slightly uneasy.

Too wired to keep working, you shut down your laptop and slid it inside your purse. You had to be at the meeting room in fifteen minutes, which, in reality, meant you had to leave now. As soon as you stepped outside, however, it seemed destiny had other plans.

“Oi, sweetheart!” Daemon called, and you fantasized of strangling him with one of his expensive ties. You knew, without needing him to speak more, that he was about to taunt you. Still, he owned half the company, you couldn’t risk ignoring him. You turned, heels clicking in the hallway. “Bring me a soy latte, no sugar.”

“Mr. Targaryen, I’m sorry, I’m not your secretary. And I’m going to a meeting.” You answered, very politely, and started walking again, this time towards the elevator. Daemon followed, eyeing your ass with delight. You truly worked those dress pants.

“Come on, Hightower. We both know you are not really busy.” He arrived at the elevator first, to your disgrace, and pressed the button. Daemon leaned his arm on the wall, effectively caging you in. You glared at him, trying not to get distracted by how good he smelled. It’s not that you were attracted to him, surely. He just used an expensive cologne, and those always smelt good. Even your nephew Aegon, who was the sleaziest twenty-something you had ever met, could make them work.

“I am, though.” You ducked under his arm and pressed the button insistently, trying to get the elevator to arrive faster. Nothing happened.

“Doing what? Getting the rest of the board coffee?” Daemon snickered at his joke. You turned to look at him, giving him a disdainful once over that turned… Not so disdainful, when you realized he looked good enough to eat in that suit. Whatever, it’s not like it meant anything. All men did. Still, your cheeks heated up, and your next words came out in a mutter.

“Doing my job, Mister Targaryen. Which does not involve serving coffee.”

“Bah, you are a CDO. A made up position if I saw one.”

“I plan the whole company's social media strategy, and oversee our different digital platforms for purchase and devolution.” You glare even more, but quickly avert your eyes when you realize he is looking at you like he wants to eat you. Again. Gods, does he ever tire? “Hardly a made up position.”

“So you direct a bunch of nerds and interns. Big deal. You can still get me coffee, or send your minions to get me one.” Daemon stepped closer, twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. You batted his hands away, shivering. From the cold, obviously. There was a storm raging outside, it had been one of the harshest winters in a while. It didn’t matter that you were wearing thermal clothes underneath your suit, which was wool. You were not affected by Daemon’s touch. At all.

“Here’s a novel idea.” You were just too angry to avoid insulting him. It was not often you resorted to those petty tactics. You left them to your nephews, Aemond and Aegon. “Why don’t you go bring me coffee? I don’t even know what you are doing in our department, you don’t even have Instagram, old man.”

Daemon laughed.

“Who are you calling old man, little girl? I will have you know, I know all about social media.”

“Oh, really?”

Daemon ignored you, typing something on his phone. You weren’t too bothered by it because the elevator finally got there, and you were able to step inside. Your phone pinged, as you did, so your hand went to the pocket of your blazer to check it. Distracted, you didn’t notice Daemon getting into the elevator with you.

Your phone pinged again. You took it out, checking the notification without unlocking it.

@caraxesrider has started following you

@caraxesrider: U were saying?

At that, you looked up and glared at him, startling a little at finding him inside the elevator.

“You know I will have to report this, right?” You quickly started scrolling through his Instagram, which seemed very… Normal. He followed his official one, and the accounts of his family members and plenty of models and fitness girls. In little clothing. What a pig. “You are not allowed to have an Instagram, apart from the official one that is in the hands of the community manager.”

“Says who?”

“Viserys.”

“Real mature, that you call him by his first name now. Tell me, do you think watching your father’s business partner marry your older sister, who is young enough to be her daughter, traumatized you?”

You ignored his taunt, frowning.

“I will report you to the PR department, they were clear you are not allowed to…”

“Not allowed.” He imitated your voice, mockingly. “Not allowed. Will you tell your daddy, little girl?”

“I’m serious.”

“Whatever. Report me. I don’t care, you are such a kiss ass.” Daemon rolled his eyes. It stung a little. You hated being called that. It was not your fault, truly. You liked following the rules. They were there for a reason. And Daemon’s antics usually made the company stock drop because his last name was attached to it. When Daemon got drunk and insulted a server or was spotted at a strip club, it was not him who suffered, but the company as a whole. He was a PR nightmare. His Instagram, no matter how private, would eventually leak and become another.

But whatever you were going to say, be it either a witty retort, or more talk about what you were going to do, died in your throat when the elevator jerked to an abrupt halt.

“What… What..?” You braced against the wall, the phone falling to the floor in your haste to hold on to something.

“Well, at least we still got power…” Daemon pointed towards one of the security cameras. “They will see us and then…” He didn’t get to finish his sentence because the lights turned off, leaving you both completely in the dark.

“You jinxed it!” You accused, voice shaking. You were not claustrophobic, nor were you afraid of the dark. What did scare you, however, was that you were trapped in an elevator in a building with no power, which as far as you knew, meant you could plummet to your dead anytime.

“Fuck. Never mind. Are you alright? You sound as if you are about to cry, and I can’t deal with crying people.” Daemon complained, switching on his phone, so he could light up the space. He truly looked concerned. He dropped to his knees to search for your phone and handed it to you.

“I’m fine. Just… Do you think we are safe?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Daemon banged on the wall of the elevator, making you let out a tiny yelp at how it shook.

“Don’t do that!”

“When elevators get less power, they jerk to a stop. It’s safe. It was probably the storm.” Daemon is leaning against the wall and starting to scroll through his phone. Like he is bored. And not, you know, terrified out of his mind because he is hanging from a rope in a metal cubicle caught between floors. The thought makes even more panic bubble up in your throat, so you try to think of something else.

“How do you know that?” You narrow your eyes at him, noticing how the light from his phone lighted up his sharp features, giving them an eerie blue glow.

“I read the OSH mail, every once in a while. That was in the winter’s newsletter.” He drawled, in a bored tone. “Come here.”

“Why?”

“Because you look frightened. Come here. I can make you feel better.” And he almost sounds convincing. Were the light on, you would be able to see that he is nearly salivating at the mouth, like the wolf about to pounce on a little lamb.

He has been working on you for a month. Little pretty Hightower, so tightly wound, always doing the right thing. So close to snapping. It’s like you were a present, placed on his lap by Otto himself when he sent him to this godforsaken department.

You gave him a dubious look, but stepped closer.

“Good girl.” Daemon brushed your hair back, gently. You were so close to breaking, he could taste it. “You will be just fine, just match your breathing to mine.

“I’m not having a panic attack, you fool.” You complained, trying to hide the hint of a smile on your lips. What was it about him that was so intoxicating? He had boosted your mood immediately. Oh, you hated feeding his ego.

"Rude.” Daemon muttered. He pulled you into a hug, pressing your bodies close. Chest to chest, hips to hips. Your curves against him, so damn soft, so ready for the taking. “There, there. It will all be fine.”

“I pity your kids.” Still, you melted into the hug regardless. Daemon took the chance to nuzzle your hair, hands trailing dangerously lower on your back.

“You are so rude and cunty. I can see the family resemblance.”

“Shut up, you inbred degenerate.” You mumbled against his throat, still hugging him. “You were chasing after your niece’s skirts not so long ago. And Viserys first wife was your cousin. Your family resemblance is worse.”

“I have not denied it.”

And of course, doing something very foolish, you tilted your head up and kissed him. Blame it on the sexual frustration, or the way he had shown you he had a decent side to him, but you never found him more tempting. Your kiss was heated, all teeth and frustration. If he responded, it would undoubtedly turn things less family friendly.

Daemon, never one to lose the opportunity to have sex, responded in earnest. How could he not, when he had been waiting for a chance to pounce for a month? His lips parted, turning the kiss into something much more dirty. His hands went to your hips, rolling them against his. You moaned.

When you parted, he had his trademark smirk on, full force. The one that said, Daemon Targaryen is a winner. The asshole was getting off on the thought of corrupting a Hightower.

You pressed a few careful kisses down his throat, making sure to not smear your lipstick in places that are noticeable. Daemon smells so good, it makes your knees weak. Fucking expensive cologne.

The arousal doesn't let you think straight, and he loves it. You are desperate for him already, Daemon can tell by the way you clutch and grope at him. And in truth, you are turning into a wanton little thing. Wet from just a few stolen kisses, it’s hard to think of all the reasons why this is wrong.

You want to suck his cock, badly. It’s not often, you are in the right headspace to give head. It gets guys too arrogant. And Daemon is already arrogant enough. The temptation seems too great, until he tries pushing your head down. Talk about a mood killer. It feels as if a bucket of cold water has been dumped on top of you, dulling your arousal and making you realize, in fact, you had been about to suck your nemesis off.

Daemon. You had been about to suck Daemon's cock. The guy who orders you to bring him coffee, as if you were some intern and not the head of your section. The guy who despises your family. The guy who calls you and your father kiss asses and Alicent a cunt. Twenty years older, brother to your godfather, man whore, Daemon.

Oh my god, are you turning into Alicent? Fucking men old enough to be your father? Being into Targaryens? Ew. No way. Viserys is nowhere near as appealing as Daemon. But still. What's next, leaving your career to pop out entitled brats?

You stop. Daemon pushes your head down again. It ignites a rage long settled on you.

“Are you seriously pushing my head down?” It comes out like an indignant little yelp. Turns out, the little lamb was not so willing to surrender, Daemon thinks. He has two choices. He can force you down, make you break. Or he can wait it out, lull you into a false sense of comfort, and slowly get you more and more pliant. Yet, he wants to see what you are about to do.

“Is it working?” He sasses, and you turn your head up to glare, even if he can’t see it in the dark elevator. Then, a thought sparkles in your mind. Kiss ass. And here you have someone who needs to be taught a lesson.

A thud. Your knees hitting the floor of the elevator, between Daemon's legs.

“Fuck. Are you really…?” He groans, and you hear another thud. Must be his head against the wall. Good. Perhaps this way, his two brain cells will actually connect.

You unbuckle his belt and open his trousers, the sound loud in the stillness of the elevator. It's done the fast and quick way, not really knowing how much time you have left before someone comes looking for you. You kiss his hipbones, then his thighs. Daemon tangles a hand in your hair, leading you to his cock. You go along with it, but do not touch him where he wants you to.

Instead, you go lower. And a bit further back.

“What are you…?” He asks, confused. Praying to god he showered that morning, you spread him open and lick a stripe over his asshole. His body seizes up, a moan leaving his mouth. “Oh, little girl… You are filthy.”

Daemon is clean, if a bit hairy. The carpet matches the drapes, you will be able to say now. This will be a little secret, between the two of you. When he mocks you in the boardroom, or asks you to get him coffee, you will be able to think of this moment. Not only have you seen him bare, but you intend to take him apart.

For all his posturing, he is only a man. It shows in the way he arches, hips bucking, desperate to find friction. Cock swollen and balls heavy, tip messy with precum. You lick at him, making sure to make the most obscene slurping noises you can, as if his ass was a fine meal. Daemon moans, hand desperately going to grab at the wall to keep himself upright, and you snicker.

“Tell me again how much of a kiss ass I am.” You taunt, curling one of your hands around his gorgeous cock. He is thick and warm in your grip, you can feel him throb in your hand. Your panties feel embarrassingly wet at the pure filth of the act you are performing, but also at the fact Daemon is losing control so steadily.

“You… Oh. Seven Hells. Fuck.” And it's not his fault, really. You have been steadily opening him up with your tongue, nearly french kissing his hole, only to spear your tongue right when he tries to form a coherent sentence. One of your hands keeps him spread for you, and the other is braced on his hip, to avoid him rutting and bucking. Daemon is so pent-up that if you weren't holding him, he would be humping the wall.

His hand tugs at your hair, harshly. You stop.

“What…?” He looks down at you, at the way your face disappears between his thighs, utterly confused. Then, he gives you a menacing growl, as if he were the one in control. “Don't tease, little girl.”

Daemon wears dominance well. It comes with being a Targaryen, you have realized. The entitlement oozes out of his pores. When he gives an order, he is used to at least five people jumping out of their seats to obey him. That gives any man an unstoppable confidence.

But it's not what you want. This is about rewarding politeness, not him acting like an entitled fool. You press down on the sensitive skin behind his balls, right on his perineum. You want him to beg. Not only will it teach him a lesson, but perhaps, get you railed after.

“Beg.” You order, pinching at his thigh.

“You are out of your mind if you think…” Daemon starts, but he quickly shuts up when you place a hand on his cock again. You are not what he was expecting, not what he was expecting at all. He underestimated you. Yet, he cannot say he doesn’t like what he is learning about you.

“Beg.” You insist, teasingly dragging your nails over his sensitive skin. Not enough to hurt, but to warn. Your teeth and mouth are very close to his most delicate parts, and he should remember it. “And be polite about it.”

“You will not get away with this, little girl. I’ll spank your pretty ass red.” Daemon complains, and you snicker. Funny, that he thinks that is a threat. You intend to do much worse to him.

“Oh, really? And who says you will have the chance?” Petty. Realizing you are not going to budge, and he cannot make you, Daemon lifts his hand from your head and pats you on the hair. Not an apology, no. A reward for a particularly clever pet. The game is not over yet. Not when he still has everything to play for. What is losing a battle when he can win the war?

“Please.” At his moan, you start jerking him off. It's a bit rough, without any lubricant, so you offer your hand to him, never stopping your tongue and mouth from working. Daemon catches the hint beautifully, spitting on your open hand. You go back to jerking him. His desperation is a heady thing. It gets you almost high on the thrill of it. You squeeze your thighs together, trying to get some friction on your clit. A shame you cannot touch yourself, with both hands busy.

You wish you could suck his cock, mouth watering with the sight. He has one of the prettiest you've ever seen, all flushed skin and slightly curved in a way you know would feel just right inside of you. And he is smells nice too, which is deeply unfair. Clean, yet still male and musky. Daemon tenses, cock throbbing in your hand. He is very close, about to spill all over you.

The sound of metal scratching against metal makes you jerk and pull away. Divine intervention, you think to yourself, as you get up and start rightening your clothes and hair.

“And where in the Seven Hells you think you are going?” His tone is so short and clipped, you worry he is about to pounce you. His breath is heavy. You bet, if you could see his face, he would be absolutely enraged.

“Are you deaf?” You answer condescendingly. You can hear how his teeth grit against themselves with how hard he must be clenching his jaw. “Bruxism is not sexy, by the way. You will hurt your teeth.”

“Deaf? Bruxism? What the fuck are you talking about? You just ruined my orgasm! I was so close and you, you… ” Daemon truly, truly wants to grab at you and choke you. He underestimated you. Again. Such a fool, he has been. Thinking he is leading his little lamb to the slaughter, and here you are, composed and retouching your lipstick without a care in the world. Oh, next time he gets his hands on you, he is going to make you cry.

“They are opening the door.” You answer, smugly.

“You little shit!” Daemon nearly screams. You cannot hold it any longer, and start laughing. The scratching turns louder, and Daemon hurries to tuck himself back into his suit.

When they finally open the doors, you strut out, not a care in the world. You kiss your father’s cheek, who is standing next to the security guys. Daemon glowers.

“Neither of you thought to text or call someone?” Otto asks, incredulous. He turns to you and checks you over. “Are you alright? Did he hurt you?”

“I didn’t hurt your precious little flower, Otto.” Daemon rolls his eyes. Now that he is standing in the light, you can see he looks slightly disheveled, cheeks flushed and standing awkwardly. You nearly smirk. “She is a cunt, just like you. If any, she hurt me.”

Otto glares at him, and places an arm over your shoulder, gently steering you away. He starts talking a mile per second, something about all meetings being adjourned because of the weather and waiting to give you a ride home. Of how worried he was, when you didn’t answer your phone and were not in your office. You hardly listen. Because your phone pings in your hand, another Instagram notification.

@caraxesrider: You will pay for that, little girl.

Your fingers fly over the keyboard in your haste to answer him:

I'm totally reporting you to the PR guys. XOXO.

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enterwittyjokehere · 7 months

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Accidental Announcement

Raiden x (gender neutral) reader smut

⚠️ warnings:

[They/them pronouns used]

[Slight smut: 18+ only!]

[Blow j*b]

[Main character death]

"Shang Tsung, please stop this behavior before you do something irresponsible." Lord Liu Kang pleaded.

The high strung outworld sorcerer just let out a sarcastic laugh, he held a close friend of the fire God hostage.

(Y/n)'s frail hands wrapped around the towering sorcerer's own. He held them by their throat, as some prized game he had just killed.

"You think I'll find my humanity now, lord Liu Kang?" He let out another laugh, only this one was slightly more unhinged.

With his second, free hand, the sorcerer snapped (y/n)'s neck, taking their life force in. Then Shang Tsung dropped the lifeless corpse with a loud thud.

Raiden, who had been tending to his fellow former Shaolin monk, Kung Lao's, injuries, watched in horror as it happened. Raiden was a sweet man, who always seemed to see the best in people, and seeing this truly upset him.

Kung lao put a hand on Raidens shoulder, in an attempt to lift himself up off the ground, "(y/n)!"

Raiden held him down, "Kung Lao, please, stay down. You're hurt very badly."

Raiden pleaded with silent tears, Kung Lao noticed the pain of his friend and laid back down.

Liu Kang looked as though he would kill Shang Tsung, anger engulfed him similar to the flames traveling up his forearms. Earthrealm's Johnny cage had scaled the wall, that Shang Tsung was watching the champions of Earthrealm from, he was only met with a kick and fell onto his back, exhaling most of the air in his lungs.

Kenshi helped him to sit up as he gasped for air, Raiden watched, he wasn't sure what to do he wasn't sure how to help.

Netherrealm he wasn't even sure if they were dead, Shang Tsung was a powerful sorcerer and he has been playing with them this whole battle.

But something in raidens mind told him he was wrong, Shang Tsung was not that merciful.

Raiden got up, leaving Kung Lao's side, walking in between Liu Kang and Shang Tsung. He squatted down to be at (y/n)'s side, feeling for a pulse. He felt none, lightning buzzed off of him most of it siphoned into the ground.

"You kill for no reason." As always Raiden spoke clearly, he knew something no one else in the room knew and it made this situation much worse.

"Therefore you cannot be reasoned with." Raiden's words made the arrogant sorcerer smile.

He looked down at (y/n), his partner, for a few months now he and (y/n) had been 'sneaking around' to say the least. It started out as puppy love sweet and cute, (y/n) had presude Raiden, but raiden cared much for them already.

"And what will you do about it 'farm boy'?" Shang Tsung used Johnny Cages nickname, but it sounded even more demeaning coming from him.

"Nothing." Liu Kang objected, "Raiden. This is not your fight."

Though Lord Liu Kang's voice was stern, however, Raiden had to do something, he would not be able to live with himself had he allowed Shang Tsung to get away with prematurely ending his beloved's life.

"It is now, lord Liu Kang." Raiden answered, "forgive me, but I must disobey you."

Raiden removed his hat and placed it to cover (y/n)'s face, "Rest now, my love. Your fight is over."

Only Liu Kang was close enough to hear his whispered words, but Raiden knew that after his battle all his earthrealm friends would know of his secret.

As Raiden began to fight, lightning crackled and popped, the now recovered Johnny cage urged kenshi to help him move (y/n)'s lifeless body.

The two made their way over to the body of their friend, picking them up carefully, both out of respect and to not drop Raiden's hat. The energy exuding from Raiden was bitter and strong, it did not take an empath to realize how angry he was, even as he kept his cool and fought calm and collectively.

As the two friend's of Raiden and (Y/n) hosted the body up lightning struck it, sending bolts through Johnny and kenshi as well, they let go. The body of their friend slipped to the ground, Johnny reeled back as the electricity made his muscles spasm, "D*mn it"

Although, as (y/n) hit the floor they made a noise. Raiden's hat fell slightly off center and the earthrealmers watched as their beloved teammates eyes fluttered open.

"Hey gorgeous, just deciding to rejoin the fight?" Johnny said, estactic your were ok.

He was only met with a scream as they ran away from him, ducking past a very confused Kung lao. Who just shrugged with wide eyes, helplessly staring at Kenshi and Johnny.

"What?!" Shang Tsung let out, seeing you were somehow alive.

"Hail the elder gods!" Raiden teleported down off the ledge and slapped Johnny's hand, "Johnny tap in, take care of him."

With that he ran after them, Johnny looked up as a very angry Shang Tsung approached him, "why me?"

[(Y/n)'s pov]

You ran away from the strange men, that had surrounded you, they sounded familiar even looked familiar but you had no recollection of them. You ran far and fast but all the rooms in this building looked the same. To be completely honest your weren't even sure of where you were running to. You knew you had a home, but you couldn't remember it, you couldn't remember anything. Finally you came to a long winding corridor, filled to the brim with exotic weapons you stopped to grab a few, you may need them in case the odd men pose any threat to you.

You stopped arming up when you heard loud, flat footsteps approaching.

"(Y/n)!" The guy with lightning powers approached, "Oh, thank the elder gods. I-I..." He paused as you had a twisted dagger in your hands.

"Who are you?" You asked him, he raised his hands in a surrender.

"(Y/n) I mean you no harm. Do you not remember me?" He asked, his puppy dog eyes staring into your own, "Remember our nights together?"

"Nights together?" You repeated, "what do you mean?"

Raiden cleared his throat as a red hue took his tan features, "I'm not sure if explaining would help my current situation, my love."

You cocked an eyebrow at his nickname, "I don't think I can trust you." You explained "The brown haired man also made advances towards me. How can I be so 'close' to the both of you?"

"That's just how Johnny is, now please just listen before you do something you'll regret." He said, attempting to take the blade you held.

You retracted it cutting him, he winced and pulled his arm back. Tilting his head to look at the wound, showing you his little bun. (Not important for the story i just adore his little hairdo 🥰🙈🙈)

"Please give me the knife." He spoke stern but soft.

"I don't know if-"

"No, (y/n) right now, we cannot trust you." He cut you off, his words serious and stern, although his voice still held the same sweet tone. You backed away, but he persisted, "Please I will not let you hurt yourself or anyone else."

You didn't listen only turned to face him and grabbed his shoulder, pushing down on his leg and successfully getting him down on the ground. Moving to straddle him, you dug your knees into his side, holding the knife at his chest, "I would not hurt anyone unless tempted."

"You cut me. On accident." He clarified.

You couldn't think clearly it was like he was playing with you messing with your head. He grabbed your forearms in an attempt to get the blade away from him.

Only thing he did was make you strain to where you pushed back on him, almost grinding in a way. The two of you heard footsteps once more, you looked up to see the brown haired man running towards the two of you.

"Raiden. (Y/n). What the hell are you,-" You're senses faded out with an electric sizzle.

Your lifeless body fell into Raidens chest and peirced the dagger into his chest but only slightly. He winced and held you tightly in place, whispering prayers to the elder gods of outworld.

"Raiden the f*ck was that?" Johnny said approaching the two of you.

"I'm hoping it'll kind of reset them. They were gonna hurt somebody most likely themselves I had to stop them."

You felt your mind fade back into consciousness, you heard mumbled speech and the bright lights bouncing off the beige stone walls hurt your eyes. A loud ringing accompanied the the vague voices, in your ears. You looked up and saw raiden talking, his jaw turned to you a heat seeped into your hands and arms looking down you saw red and a twisted dagger, stabbed into raidens chest.

"Raiden your bleeding!" You said causing him to jump.

"God's, just-" Raiden looked at you as you pushed off him to straddle him, looking at the knife, "you know who I am?"

"Yeah, raiden I hope I would be able to identify my boyfriend." You said, carefully removing the knife and throwing it to the side, "it's not a deep wo-"

Raiden's hands cupped your face, pulling you back onto him, and into a passionate kiss. You grabbed his wrists and kissed back, it wasn't uncommon for Raiden to kiss you out of nowhere. He was quite affectionate, you were just preoccupied with his wound.

The two of you pulled away to breathe, you looked up and saw Johnny Cage, Kenshi, Kung Lao, and lord Liu Kang, staring at the two of you almost in awe.

"Shit. Raiden." You said pointing at them.

He sighed, "yeah, they came to help when you tried to skewer me."

"I did that?" You asked, placing a hand to your heart.

"Yeah, but it's fine." He said.

"No raiden we have to get you help." You said attempting to get off of him.

"Wait don't move just yet." He said pulling you back onto him.

He moved to whsiper in your ear, you scooted back onto him feeling what he had just informed you of.

"Kung lao, Kenshi can you take Johnny and Lord Liu Kang to get a medical professional. I'll stay here with Raiden."

"Knowing what we know now. I'm not sure that's the best idea." Kung lao spoke, "I don't think we should be leaving the two of you alone anymore."

You groaned, "Raiden has a boner so unless you wanna see that I suggest you do as your told."

"(Y/n)!?" Raiden yelled, hiding his face in your shirt.

Kung lao took kenshi and Liu Kang and left, however as you helped Raiden up Johnny cage looked at the bulge in his pants, "guess I'll have to start calling you farm man from now on."

With that Johnny left.

You took Raiden into one of the rooms, it had a small desk space and a chair the two of you moved to it, pushing Raiden onto the desk you kneeled down in front of him. Pulling down his pants, you took your dominate hand and began to pump, lubing him up with the slimy prec*m coming from his tip.

Raiden made his usual cute little noises, as he wiggled around needing more friction, "(y/n), please."

You knew what he wanted, Raiden loved blowjobs, he loved your mouth all over him, he also loved doing oral on you. He felt it's more intimate.

"Give me a second, love." You said as you continued to pump slowly.

You cleared your throat and kiss the tip of his pen*s, then you took him into your mouth, Raiden groaned into his arm. As you began to move around him, swirling you tougne and moving your head in the same motion you had been doing your hand.

Raiden snaked a hand into your hair, the other covered his mouth to hide his noisy moans. You used your free hand to massage his balls, making him moan even more. As Raiden got close he removed his hand from your hair, to prop his body up.

He moved against you, basically f*cking your face. Before his body curled and he came into your mouth you swallowed as much as you could and removed him from your mouth.

He licked the remaining c*m that had dripped down your face off and connected his lips to your own pulling you closer towards him.

"Careful baby, get me too wound up and you'll have to go another round." You said.

"Ooh. That's just sad." Johnny's voice said on the other side of the closed door.

"How long have you been listening, perv!" You said opening the door as, Raiden quickly failed to pull his pants up.

"Well, we got a doctor." Kung Lao said in a sour voice.

"Although, it sounded like Dr. (Y/n) fixed him up pretty well on their own." Johnny snickered.

"I'd still like for him to be looked over." You said, grabbing your partner by the arm to help him.

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tunnelofdusk · 22 days

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jjk ficlet: gego, a/b/o, dubious consent

wc: 1234 words

Yaga Masamichi has no delusions about his role—he sends children to die. They call him sensei as he teaches them how to kill—how to maim. It is for the greater good and he teaches these children to find purpose in the lives they will save with their power.

Masamichi teaches his children to kill curses and curse users. They are not meant to hurt each other and yet, Masamichi listens as Gojō Satoru fiercely defends his new alpha.

“He didn’t know I was in heat. It’s not his fault,” Gojō says.

But he did know. I told him.

Helplessly, Masamichi stares at Getō Suguru’s unlined face. The gentle curve to his mouth makes Masamichi wonder where he went wrong in teaching him. The magnitude of this betrayal could break Gojō, who is already disillusioned by the fiasco of the Star Plasma Vessel incident, and Getō knows this. How placid his eyes are—daring Masamichi to shatter his own student to pieces.

—

Dried blood splatter flakes off the curve of Getō Suguru’s jaw as he enters Yaga-sensei’s office for a preliminary debrief of his assignment. He smiles and more blood flakes off. It itches his skin but his hands still stay loose at his sides. There is blood beneath his fingernails, tinting them pink.

Yaga-sensei waves a dismissive hand when Suguru’s eyes flicker down to the red-flaked carpet. “How did it go?” he asks. Seated behind his desk as Suguru stands at attention, he idly shuffles a pile of papers.

“I executed the curse user,” Suguru says. “Unfortunately, his hostage didn’t survive the fight.”

The deepening frown on Yaga-sensei’s face is not an unfamiliar sight, but Suguru does not care. His casualties grow higher and the higher-ups stay silent as long as their dirty work gets done. The death of a monkey here and there has no impact upon the world of jujutsu sorcerers. What does the lion care about the ant?

(“Jujutsu exists to protect non-jujutsu sorcerers.” How naïve.)

“He was just a kid,” Yaga-sensei murmurs.

So was I.

“I’ll hand in my report tomorrow, sensei,” Suguru says. He is still smiling, muscles aching, and blood is still flaking off his face—a decaying mask disguising nothing.

“Ah, fine. Wash up…Would it have killed you to have at least cleaned up a bit before you came in?” Yaga-sensei grumbles.

“Hey, at least I’m not like Satoru. You can barely get a debrief out of him,” Suguru says wryly.

Yaga-sensei shifts in his seat. “Speaking of Gojō-kun,” he says, “be careful. He just went into heat.”

All the muscles in Suguru’s body tense for a fleeting moment. Under Yaga-sensei’s sharpening gaze, he relaxes and smiles. “I always am careful,” he says as his canines begin to ache. Nowhere near his own rut, and yet, venom pools bitter in his mouth.

Yaga-sensei dismisses Suguru with a few words, and the smile sloughs off Suguru’s face once he exits Yaga’s office. Be careful, Yaga says. Be careful. Suguru is tired of caring—of caring so deeply that he hollows himself out. Ever since Amanai’s murder, he and Satoru exist on parallel paths as the higher-ups bury them under curses and curse users to kill and kill and kill—

The scent of ozone suffuses the air outside Satoru’s door, escaping its imperfect seal. Instinct has led Suguru here. He wonders if Satoru can smell him, heat and cursed energy elevating his senses to inhumanity. After all, only jujutsu sorcerers still atavistically bear alpha and omega traits—the primitive world of surviving amongst predator and prey reflected in their monstrosity. The life of a jujutsu sorcerer is about survival and bearing offspring to propagate bloodshed.

Suguru lingers outside Satoru’s door, jaw ever so slightly unhinged and exposing glistening canines. He could never forget the taste of Satoru’s skin, the scent of him, the sight of him flushed with his first heat and the way Satoru had almost been his until Yaga had stumbled upon them—juvenile scents turning acrid with the first bloom of maturity. And now Suguru and Satoru haven’t talked to each other in days…

A soft keen ensnares Suguru’s attention and he splays a palm across the door. One movement and he could change the trajectory of their lives. Satoru will leave Suguru behind if things continue as they are. Is it so wrong of Suguru to do what is best for them? Poor Satoru—too powerful, too pretty, too arrogant to be left alone. They will isolate Satoru in a cage of his own making and Satoru will let them—is letting them.

You’re my best friend, Satoru had said, trying to cajole Suguru into another Digimon marathon. And Suguru had burned with the indignity of it all—a fire in the pit of his chest where longing blows sweetly on dormant coals. Best friend? Suguru spends his nights lying in bed and listening to Satoru’s nightly routines as if awaiting the sun to set in his sight. He now knows him only by the sound of him—the creak of his bed as he collapses in a mess of limbs and the sweet exhales of his burdened body.

You left me and never gave me the chance to catch up, Suguru whispers.

“Suguru?” Satoru says hoarsely. His bare feet audibly pad across the floor and Suguru knows that the distance between them only relies on this flimsy door. The social contract of jujutsu sorcerers—the polite fiction that doors and locks can keep each other out when they regularly break concrete and warp metal with their human bodies.

“Satoru,” Suguru dares to croon, hot breath fanning across the door—so close is he. “I thought we were going to watch Digimon tonight?”

“...Digimon?” Satoru says.

The shakiness of Satoru’s voice incites Suguru’s heart to beat quicker and quicker in anticipation—a hawk catching sight of a lame rabbit and preparing to swoop down. They are on the edge of precipice, but heat disables Satoru’s mental faculties—none of his wit and charm maneuvering him out of this situation. Only Suguru knows the pheromonal danger blooming in this moment.

“Satoru, let me in,” Suguru says. “We’ll watch Digmon like you promised.”

“I…promised?” Satoru says haltingly. He pants softly at the conclusion of his words, like a dog dying of heat. A bitch.

“Satoru,” Suguru croons. You know me, the undertones promise. Deliberately, he pulls down the collar of his shirt and rolls his sleeves back to bare his scent glands. The scent of sandalwood fills the air—heavy and redolent. There is nobody else on this floor; there is nobody to accuse him of manipulating an omega in heat with the scent of a trusted alpha. Even now, Satoru knows who his alpha is. How beautifully he responds.

“Suguru,” Satoru exhales. He opens the door.

Out of heat, Satoru is a beauty—all long limbs, long lashes, pouty mouth, and bratty behavior. In heat—Satoru is just as Suguru remembers from that fateful few months ago in the gymnasium. Satoru’s first heat had struck like lightning, illuminating the fertile, febrile nature of his body. The flush of his skin, the soft part of his mouth, the grace of his body surrendering…the scent of him…the taste of him…the curve of his mouth…the dip of his waist…the flesh of his hips…the curve of his ass…skin upon skin upon skin upon—

Satoru’s first heat had triggered Suguru’s first rut.

Now, Suguru does not have the excuse of his rut for the actions he takes.

#jujutsu kaisen #gego #gojo saturo #geto suguru #jjk #fanfic #satosugu

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slythereen · 6 months

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I agree, if Charles went to RBR it would actually be the best, PR-wise, for RB and him.

If anyone starts talking about Charles betraying Ferrari? The absolute shade Christian would throw out into the media about how Ferrari didn't treat him right.

People hating on him once he starts winning? Red Bull would bask in the media attention for being the villain team and having two drivers destroy the competition. They would post videos of getting booed and see it as a sign of superiority. You're right, they would definitely eat that shit up and throw it in everyone's faces.

And Charles in Ferrari media always gives PR-media-trained-perfect-angel-boy, but we all know Charles is actually unhinged and insane and can be snarky as hell. RB would allow him to not be a robotic PR boy for once in his life.

Honestly, it would be best for everyone, and most importantly, entertaining for us.

you know, i actually am not sure how demonic charles would be on main about it all. on one hand, yes, ferrari absolutely has a hand in how buttoned up his media persona is — but, he's been with them for so long (is ferrari the team that sent him to media training with sky? or was that earlier?) that it's definitely influenced his natural approach, i think. careful and deliberate is ingrained in him.

don't get me wrong: he has his moments. he's not afraid to get a little sassy, he will toss shade, but significantly less than other drivers (and half the time he gets kidnapped by silvia and returns suddenly happy with ferrari again). i can see the sudden shift in pr management from transitioning from ferrari to rbr going two ways.

first, charles doesn't really shift much. his personal brand is very polished and serene. it may have originated with ferrari, but it's part of the image that he has also helped to craft for himself. he may just me more relaxed and freer with his cheeky commentary, less likely to get scolded behind closed doors (but everyone knows so it may as well be in the paddock), generally be a slightly spicier form of charles... but he'd still be gentle about it. playful about it. not abandon his main persona very much, because a) i think a lot of it is genuine but b) a switch up would make it look not genuine. so non-robotic but not the fullblown rbr villainy that would entertain me greatly.

or: rbr as a brand encourages it. they will tell him he can do it, likely (within reason/without it blowing back on the team, naturally). they may even craft scenarios where he can be "real" on main. red bull gives you wings, after all, and charles' have been clipped for years. and charles, if he moves to rbr, knows what he is signing up for. if he wants to cohesively integrate into the rbr image and marketing (which he would want/need to) he would need to embrace a shift in his pr approach. that's something he would need to be committed to in advance. he might full-send it, or at least send it harder than expected. it might be part of the new marketing angle he's taking.

a combination thereof may be closer to the how the brand book would be put together. a happy middle ground, maybe. if you think about it, charles' shift in messaging supports it, too: "i don't care for pole, i want to win" "max may have the best car but that doesnt excuse his talent. the driver winning is still extremely talented even with the best car, btw. (pls remember that when i have the best car and suddenly am winning again)". it's little but it's noticeable; he's repeated it a lot.

#paddock politics #not to say that i dont think he means it re: max btw #obviously he respects him and thinks hes talented as shit #but its interesting that hes pointing that out SO heavily #me pretending to have etiquette by adding a read more #how did this get so long #i need to work on conciseness #for shame #*oracles #lestappen gate 2023 #rbr charles

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space-mermaid-writing · 16 days

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

This looks fun! I'll only pick fics I wrote in English tho. (fyi I have like 50 more in German. But those are old and from another fandom)

1. The witchling and the god [Loki / Witch!Reader] AO3 link Why a favorite: I started writing it because of a simple idea. It was never meant to become that long and deep. But I really like how the fic turned out. A pleasant surprise :D

2. The black cat with blue eyes [IronStrange] AO3 Link Why a favorite: Stephen in cat form (temporary) and a lot of trauma. Do I have to say more? I put so much analysis in this.

3. You don’t always have to be okay [Doctor Strange / Reader] Why a favorite: Short but soft. I wrote it in the night; that always means I put a lot of myself in it. This oneshot is a comfort blanket that gently wraps around you.

4. Cuddles [Alpha!Loki / Omega!Reader] Why a favorite: what can I say? I don't remember why I even first started reading a/b/o...maybe as a joke, maybe because I was curious what the fuss was about. Joke's on me: it became a favorite trope of mine. 'Cuddles' is the only a/b/o related thing I've ever written but I'd love to explore that verse more in the future.

5. In space nobody hears you scream [Mirror! Leonard McCoy] AO3 Link Why a favorite: Bones is my favorite Star Trek character in all timelines. But what if he was slightly unhinged? What if everyone was slightly unhinged? But Bones, Kirk and Spock would still strike some kind of unlikely friendship? I love what I wrote in this peace. Especially the banter between Bones and Kirk.

After some consideration I deemed these my favorites. I will now continue to pass the message on :)

#ironstrange #Loki / Reader #Doctor Strange / Reader #Leonard McCoy #loki x you #Loki #Stephen Strange #Doctor Strange #Tony Stark #McKirk #spacemermaidwriting #SpaceMermaid #tag game #fanfiction #my writing

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miralines · 1 year

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as per @ladydragonkiller‘s request, and inspired by @classicallymar‘s recent post about Marius, a continuation of my rambling in the tags, on the subject of the Mechanisms, their individual manners, and their approached to charm and politeness.

This is going to be long, so here’s a cut.

Obviously the mechs are all unreservedly unhinged terrible people (with Carmilla as the sole person who tries to be less terrible). But just as their particular moral compasses or lack thereof manifest in unique ways, so too do their mannerisms, and the degree to which a bystander understands “oh god I should get out of this person’s vicinity immediately for the sake of the lives of everyone I know and love.”

As I mentioned in the tags, Marius at times comes across as more hinged than many of the others (Jonny, Nastya, Tim, Raph) because he is interested, fairly frequently, in coming across as normal, polite, and/or charming. Jonny will be sullen and moody and tell you to fuck off, and if you don’t fuck off you at least should really see the gunshot coming. Or he’ll be on a gleeful violence high (see Sleeping Beauty) and it will still be obvious that he is Like That. Marius, on the other hand, will befriend you. He will charm his way into whatever position he wants to be in for his violence, whereas Jonny just works with where he is. Marius’s manner will occasionally be... off. A little too enthusiastic, in the weird, vaguely unsettling way of Expert Testimony. Most of the time that’s because he wants to be. Occasionally he just gets overexcited. The point is Marius is both interested in and capable of Seeming Normal.

Contrast this to TS, who is extremely polite! It is very interested in acting like a human and being charming and gentlemanly. It’s just made of wood, and pings the uncanny valley instinct way too quickly to get anywhere with its manners.

Ashes is often charming as well, but their charm is a more intimidating type. They want people to listen to them, to respect them, to do what they say, not to like them. They’re charismatic enough to frequently be given positions of power, and to maintain them, but it’s much more about their capability, competence, and what you can’t actually prove they’ll do if you fail them.

Nastya has never once in her life been charming. She has never once wanted to be charming. If she expressed any modicum of interest in being charming, that’s when you would know she’d been replaced by an imposter. Nastya is a weird antisocial little vent gremlin and I love her.

Ivy cares about being accurate. She can take or leave charming. Which is good, because most often her manner is at least slightly robotic, if only due to the overly technical speech patterns.

Tim’s manner depends largely on his mood and whether his (canonically horrifying-looking) eyes are visible. He can come across as relatively normal and polite, maybe a little edgy, but well within normal mortal person ranges, especially if his eyes are not visible. Seeing his eyes tends to make people question him a little more, but that varies from “oh god an abomination” to “it’s rude to make assumptions of people based on their prosthetics, be normal, Janet.” Of course, when he gets into a mood (see this broadcast or. you know. any of the gleeful violence) that all goes out the window. Honestly, in this way I think of him as the most “normal” in his expressions. Like many mortal human people, he will try to be pleasant enough when he’s in a decent mood, but if he’s not he may get a little snappy, or grumpy, or homicidal.

Brian is fairly similar to Marius in a lot of ways, but I think that A) his baseline temperament is a lot chiller and calmer and B) his politeness/charm is also quieter. Reactions to him vary on the planet they’re on and local views towards robots, androids, automatons, and/or mostly metal humans, but assuming they’re someplace where he is assumed to be a person, not a very elaborate machine or a former corpse (although in the most technical sense, that assessment is accurate), he tends to initially come across as a nice, kind of quiet, kind of weird guy (or a prophet, when he chooses to, but that’s a role he plays sometimes more than a regular expression). Then you get into his moral advice and things start to look. Concerning. But he’s also very good at sounding reasonable in whatever justifications he comes up with for anything, so he’s usually perceived as trustworthy until things get very extreme.

Like Ivy, Raph can come across as robotic sometimes when she’s explaining something, and like Marius, it occasionally suits her to try to be charming (though much less frequently, and much less successfully). Mostly she comes across as very enthusiastic about whatever she’s interested in at the moment. She does sometimes try to leverage that into recruiting test subjects, but they often catch on that she is far more interested in the science she might do on them than them as people. Y’know how Aurora says she has a weird look in her eye? That. She comes across as quite sincere a lot of the time, but like Marius’s Expert Testimony shenanigans, it’s in an off-putting way that tends to raise red flags for people. She also sometimes forgets what’s normal and what’s not, and will casually mention some horrifying violation of scientific ethics without remembering that most people don’t like that.

I don’t have any neat way to end this but thank you for coming to my ted talk

#the mechanisms #the mechs #marius von raum #jonny d'ville #ashes o’reilly #nastya rasputina #gunpowder tim #ivy alexandria #drumbot brian #the toy soldier #raphaella la cognizi #meta #my meta #character analysis #in which it shows just how excessive the amount of time i spend thinking about these people truly is #i should copy and paste this and my morality one into a document to see how long they are

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pondphuwin · 5 months

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bl characters i desire carnally

(in no particular order)

nobody tagged me i just kept seeing it on my dashboard and i want another excuse to say pond is hot.

palm (never let me go)

*unintelligible screeching* there are probably numerous messages in the depths of me and b's live watching sessions that are proof of me getting constantly distracted by palm while watching this show that i missed half the plot the first time around. anyway. it's about the devotion and the protection and the care. and pond. have i mentioned how hot pond is?

mork (fish upon the sky)

coming out as a mork defender. i'm sorry that confidence and being kind of an asshole looks really good on him. it's not my fault! the cheesy pick up lines make it better actually. and pond. again.

phupha (enchante)

yes out of all the aou characters i chose phupha. he is so angry and pathetic and i am deeply insane about him in every way. i need to step on him. take that as you will.

nuer (cutie pie)

guy who is so incredibly horny about the one guy who is least likely to be horny back and yet still SUCCEEDS! look at his little smirk. this should not be allowed.

king (bed friend)

obviously for obvious reasons. bed friend is the sexiest show in the world, kinguea is the sexiest dynamic ever, king is the sexiest character to ever exist. i love his open and honest gaze and how that translates into the most beautiful bedroom eyes ever put to screen.

night (last twilight)

where are my fellow night fans! there is something about mark in this role man...... me and porjai are one in the same. also i'm in love with porjai. do you guys have room in your soon-to-be relationship?

segasaki mizuki (my personal weatherman)

i hate this man....... most of the experience of watching this show was me going HOW ARE YOU SO BEAUTIFUL at my screen. perfect elegant handsome face, perfectly ridiculous and selfish and slightly unhinged and in love <3

hyeong daun (blueming)

just. when you care for and love someone so deeply it leads you to doing questionable things. guy who is so cool and popular seemingly effortlessly who would go to the ends of the earth just for the boy in front of him to even look at him. GOD!

kim junho (kissable lips)

is this show good? it's fine. is the ending satisfying? not at all. is jiwoong a hot beautiful vampire in it and therefore it cancels out anything else bad i could say about the show? of course.

if you got this far, thanks for indulging in my ridiculousness. i love to look at pretty men. tagging @petrichoraline @sparklyeyedhimbo @tenprem (i'm dragging you into this too b), and anyone else who wants to do it!!

#mint talks #tag game #except no one tagged me LMAO #i thought this was 10 characters but it's 9 and my 1am brain can't count #but compiling this list was actually harder than i thought #and b suggested i just add pond again. so pretend i did that

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opens-up-4-nobody · 9 months

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#i am going to describe the state of being that i call: feeling unhinged #at least according to how i experienced it today. sometimes its a lil different #but i woke up at like 5am with racing thoughts. not racing in an anxious way but too much to think and trying to think all of it at the #same time. so much to think that it was hard to listen to anything because it was like my thoughts were a radio playing discordant sound #over everything else. so it was like i wasn't all the way in the present. most of me was in my head. and its like when i stop listening to #things my brain has echos. like someone's whispering in the peripherals of my mind. not in like a auditory hallucination way #just like in my head and ever so slightly out of control. its not bad. just kinda weird #and then energy. so so much energy. too much to hold in my chest. i could not be still so i ran and ran and ran and i still wasnt tired #and it was still hard to focus bc my brain was everywhere. around 1 i started to calm down and now im laying down #but i mean im not exhausted. for some reason i guess i was just possessed by a demon for a few hours. how am i supposed to get things done #bc like it would b nice if i could stop my brain from catching on fire 🔥#like idk what to call that tho. bc it didnt feel good. it felt like im holding my head together so it doesn't explode so i dont burst into #flames. ive got so many ideas but im just sitting here with my head in my hands #just kinda unhinged #unrelated

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koinotame · 5 months

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hi! it's me, nana / koinotame!

if you're wondering why i went inactive and then deleted, my mental health kind of (really) tanked... and i ended up deleting my blog in a fit.

it's getting better bit by bit though! and i've been wanting to get back into writing (and talking abt my unhinged/yan ideas i can't really talk to anyone else abt), so. here i am! for now, at least

as for my previously posted writing, there's some good news and some bad news: the bad news is that everything i wrote directly into tumblr (99% of snippets, a lot of ask answers, most exact content warnings, etc) is gone. the slightly less bad news is that iirc there were very very few posts of mine that weren't reblogged by anyone at all, so they're probably still out there? feel free to send them my way if you find any and i'll rb them. @/midnight-remembrance also has reblogged a couple of them! there's a couple snippets i have saved in some places, so i might repost those on my own as i find them, but there's very few of those. the good news is that anything longer (proper writing �� oneshots, hcs, yan alphabet responses and so on, prompt responses, etc) is safely backed up where i originally wrote it! some of it is also on my ao3, which is the same username. feel free to send me asks about any you'd like to see again and i'll repost them! i might not post them if i feel too embarrassed about/wish i hadn't posted them, and i might rewrite/heavily edit some of them, but i think there's only a handful that fall into the former category and none of them were particularly popular. either way, no harm in asking!

as for some other updates: i'm a little divided on whether i want to keep posting explicit nsfw or not so we'll see. i might just keep it out of main tags. idk yet. regardless of what decision i make, this blog is still strictly 18+ and that will not be changing. since we can reply from sideblogs now, this is a sideblog and not my main now. why? sometimes i prefer to check up on a blog frequently instead of following them for a couple of reasons, but this felt very awkward when they were following me. so this being a sideblog relieves a bit of that stress. if this makes it sound like i have severe brain worms, it's because i do. to that effect though, if we interact every so often feel free to consider us mutuals regardless of whether or not i'm actually following you =w=b tbh i.............. am not really into genshin anymore. i might post about it here and there but i just Do Not (really) Care about it anymore. scara aside to some degree i also have no clue what's going on post inazuma lol whatever projects or commitments to writing or etc i had made beforehand. i forgot all of them so just pretend that never happened ok? ok i'll also probably be posting more sparsely, but we'll see! and (this is obviously the most important bit) i have no clue where i put the mika edit so we're back to my og classic pfp. the header scales terribly and is temporary, please ignore that too

all that aside, as a treat for anyone who sees this in time,

*roughly 6/22 done, but fairly quick to write. roughly one paragraph per character (sneak peek line: "it's not too hard to be discreet with his unique magic when someone really deserves to fall face down a flight of stairs. or three. oopsie. odd they don't remember it, huh? well, he had nothing to do with that.") **more realistic isn't quite the right word(s)... probably won't post this one to the main tags regardless. won't be doing all of the characters (only important/relevant ones) and won't be writing more about/expanding on, so this one is just like. a one off experiment sort of thing. overall less violent than most takes on the au + leans a bit (or lot, depending on how you look at it) more on the religious aspect of self aware aus. i wrote a couple paragraphs a while ago, then rewrote them, but i'll only finish/post them if there's interest for it (sneak peek line: "aether has deluded himself and cast You aside entirely on his own—and when You finally grace them with Your real presence, zhongli is certain aether will be the first to fall from Your grace.")

i have one other new thing immediately ready for posting that'll get posted in a couple of days but that one's pretty silly

#koinotame #and hi to the three people that found this blog before i posted this o/#long post #i ended up writing a lot. ehem.#<- the type to always have trouble getting essays down to the max word limit #if nobody ends up seeing this. well. it'll be here still when i post some actual writing #q

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more new obikin recs pleaseeee <3

Okay this has been stewing in my inbox for a while and I think I have enough new ones. I know the last one requested the last three months and I don't want a re-do, so I'm going to do a mixture of old and new faves.

✰ (Explicit, A/B/O, Complete) Molten by @zimriya

“Was Ben my omega father?” Luke asks.

The cavernous void that is Darth Vader’s heart demands that he swallow the boy whole. “Why does it matter?” he says. “Your other father clearly never wanted you. He gave you up the minute you were born.”

One truth; one lie.

This is a continuation to a past rec., Igneous. It's still canon compliant, it's basically the rest of the story. I'd say you should give these a read even if you're not usually into a/b/o, because it doesn't really linger on the whole a/b/o usual squicks people have, and it is so beautifully done. It also has a little epilogue piece which (in my opinion) has the funniest star wars imagery. I truly recommend reading these if you love canon compliant obikin.

✰(Explicit, WIP) stars to fill my dream by hidden_humours

Given a second chance, Anakin Skywalker awakes from death--into a different world than the one that made him.

Obi-Wan Kenobi, a lost young padawan still finding his way, becomes apprenticed to a living legend who doesn't seem all there...

I know reverse!padawan isn't everyone's jam, but it is mine, so you get it recced. I'm really obsessed with this story (and this author, I like the way they write slightly unhinged Anakin, they have a little one shot if you don't want to read wips, I recommend checking it out) Please note that in this story, Anakin is a bit creepy so keep that in mind.

✰ (Explicit, Complete) Sanctifica Mē by @theseptemberist

Father Obi-Wan Kenobi has never desired anything more than to guide and serve his flock. He's content with his simple life—or he would be, if not for one confessor who returns again and again, pouring sickening stories into his ear, sinful and bloody. It's unbearable, but he can't bring himself to turn away. At least, not until he finally understands.

What does Anakin Skywalker truly want from him?

I know people complain about reccing popular authors but! 1)there are always new people in the fandom, and 2)there might be people who have missed it! Hooooly shit so this is *the* yandere!anakin priest fic. It’s *so* good, as always mind the tags, but hhhhhhhhhhhh priest!obi-wan. l always keep coming back to this one, if only for the writing alone (and nothing else *cough*)

✰ (Explicit, Completed) Slow Learner by @binaryeclipse

Four times Anakin tried to fit Obi-Wan's big dick inside him and one time he managed it. or; the evolution of their sexual relationship.

I mean. Literally what it says on the tin lmaoo - but it’s so well done. It’s literally 12k of Anakin just gagging for it (how relatable,) I don’t know what else to say. As always read the tags, but also go read this fic.

✰(Explicit, WIP) Obi-Two by Viraha

After Anakin is denied the rank of master, a mysterious phenomenon in the Force creates a baffling situation right in the middle of the same Council session. Anakin is not complaining.

Or, How Two Obi-Wan Kenobi can resolve Pretty Much Everything

I usually refrain from reccing things with only a single chapter or very early in the WIP stages but this one intrigued me so much. Usually time travel fics bring in the pada-wan version, but this one has a twist. I don’t know I’m very intrigued by this one, I’ll be watching this space.

✰(Explicit, Complete) full throttle by spqr

“If you’re not first, you’re last,” Anakin says wisely. “Qui-Gon told me that once.”

I know it’s a (relatively) well known fic but I just read it again the other day and. HHHHHHHHHH rattling the walls of my enclosure. So it goes in this rec list, read this if you haven’t it’s so good. bark bark bark.

✰(Teen & Up, Complete) Hands that are earnest, brave, and true by @obi-wkenobi

On Trevo, after watching his Master be fret and fawned over by the governments elite, Obi-Wan miraculously peeled himself away from wanton eyes and returned to sit by his side, and for the first time ever, Anakin truly noticed the hands that rose to smooth back long copper hair.

Or, five times Anakin was distracted by Obi-Wan's hands, and one time that Obi-Wan noticed.

An *entire* fic about Obi-Wan’s hands y’all. It’s really soft and I’d say a feel-good fic if you’re in the mood for some fluff and love. There’s also a lot of pining (which is the draw!) but it’s all resolved in the end and it’s so beautifully done!

✰(Explicit, Complete) A Study in Tears by shatou

Anakin is used to sinking into the comfort of Obi-Wan’s arms when he is in tears. Obi-Wan is used to offering it. Neither of them realizes the moment when habit tips into heat-haze, but their acceptance for each other is boundless all the same.

(or: five times anakin gets aroused by accident when he’s crying and being comforted by obi-wan… and one time obi-wan does)

BARK HOWL CRY etc. God this fic, it really is one of *the* ones for me. I really enjoy this author’s work, but this particular fic. You know what I love, when a kink that could be considered niche, or could easily be done in a very tacky/porny way is done so intricately and artfully it just. Hhhhhhhhh it’s really good. Really good.

✰(Explicit, Complete) Beer and Paint by @intermundia

Artist!AU - it’s a part of a collection (go read all of it if you haven’t already) this is the latest stand alone chapter!

As it’s written, it’s inspired by Hayden in Life as a House, and it’s soooo delicious. Perfect mixture of hot/angsty/sweet. The atmosphere is set *so* well for a relatively shorter fic, as always i’m in awe, this was really good.

✰(Explicit, WIP) if this isn’t nice, what is? by Anonymous

"Your form has been improving remarkably quickly, Anakin," Obi-Wan said on the sparring platform one afternoon, as he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. "Don't tell me you've actually been listening to the healer for once and doing your physical therapy."

In his adrenaline-addled mind, it took Anakin a moment to sort out what his master was talking about, but eventually his gaze drifted down to his lightsaber, or, more accurately, to the mechno-hand that held it.

"Um," he said. "Something like that."

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Or, once he could hold a lightsaber again, it took Anakin maybe three days to learn how to jerk off with the new metal hand.

Again, what it says on the tin. It’s really well done though, I can’t wait for it to be completed. Tbh personally I really enjoy stories around Anakin’s mechno arm, and this one...well. I really really like it.

✰(Explicit, WIP) toss overboard what is too heavy to carry by @tennessoui

In the aftermath of the Clone Wars, Palpatine dead and untold tragedy averted, the Republic struggles to heal and rebuild itself.

Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi attempt to do the same with their own relationship, riddled as it has become with betrayal, distrust, and hurt. It's not going too well. Desperate and unwilling to accept that maybe their friendship is ruined, Anakin finds a counselor they can talk to, one that specializes in healing "teams."

Or, as the counselor would probably put it, married couples, which they are decidedly not. Not that she knows that though. And not that they know that she thinks they're in a romantic relationship either. What a silly assumption to make. It's not like they're more intimate than lovers or anything.

YOOOOOOOO God this fic this fic!!!!!! I don’t know if I need to rec Kit’s fics honestly, as with some other authors I can feel people going “yes we are aware of this fic” but as I said, I want to do an honest list lol. Listen this one really has the potential to end me I don’t know. I’m really into the premise, the setting, the dialogue, the everything.

✰(Explicit, Complete) sink into the dunes by @starsdies

“How about now, my young Padawan?” Anakin shivers, the title in Obi-wan’s chiding voice taunting him. Like he already knows. “Do you need me now too?”

This has every single trope I can want in a fic - first time, virginity kink, canon-verse!!!!!! I love their dynamic in this, especially love how suave Obi-Wan is. The tone, the setting, the dialogue... chef’s kiss.

✰(Explicit, Complete) on high by @treescape

Anakin breaks once they’re in the turbolift, alone, a dozen stories beneath the Council chamber and climbing steadily downwards.

“Are you even going to look at me?” he blurts out into the heavy silence, his own eyes fixed straight ahead. Obi-Wan stands still as stone beside him, but for the rise and fall of his chest, their shoulders just a breath from touching. His hands are folded into the sleeves of his robes, the very image of the calm Jedi Master.

It’s infuriating. It makes Anakin want to fidget, makes him want to run the edges of his own sleeves between his fingers and twist just for something else to focus on, but he catches himself just in time.

He doesn’t want to give Obi-Wan the satisfaction of sensing him squirm.

Or, Anakin returns from a series of missions and thinks Obi-Wan is angry with him.

Obi-Wan being angry with Anakin because he’s being too reckless is *my jam* I love this trope of one of them being too worried about the other one because they’re too reckless!!! This is beautifully written as always, I genuinely love angry!obi-wan so much, possibly one of my favourite obi-wans.

✰(Explicit, WIP) the trouble with wanting by @travellingcircus

Anakin is an alpha with few hobbies, chief among them watching his favourite omega and amateur videographer Ben showcase his many, many talents. Anakin tells himself he isn't obsessed, but when he finds out Ben is a lot closer to him than he realises, he stops at nothing to get what he wants. That is, Ben's sweet little ass--even if Ben turns out to be Anakin's stuffy, buttoned-up Lit professor.

Ahhhh last but not least! Mind the tags, again with a bit of a darker Anakin in this one, but I am so obsessed with the story telling aspect and I’ll be hones the idea of ~professor kenobi being on cam on the side is just. You know. They also have a couple other stories as a part of the obikin fest s1 which you should check out!

Oookay, this was it for me this time! I know I’m probably missing some great content out there, but I don’t want to rec anything I haven’t personally read. As always, please mind the tags before you read a story, and don’t read it if you see anything that might potentially trigger you.

#obikin #fic rec #fanfiction #answered

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msfbgraves · 8 days

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The wedding night scene went pretty much as I thought it would! ☺️ 💕 It was calm and sweet and even rather considerate…but not without that underlying dubious and slightly forceful pressure. There was no way Terry wasn’t going to consummate that marriage and take his prize after months of waiting. Sorry Danny boy. Anyway, I had an inkling Terry would get Danny to drink something to calm the poor thing down a little—it helped though, that he was a little sleepy, and his guard was weak against Terry’s forceful, experienced nature.

I think that if Terry hadn’t got him a little warmed up with the whiskey, Daniel would have been even more frightened, and maybe even cried. He did come off as almost painfully young and and docile and sweet here. Too cute 🥺 🥰

I’m just a little surprised that Terry didn’t undress him fully first, considering how very pretty Daniel looked and how badly he wanted him. Then again, he didn’t get undressed either. Did he keep their clothes on to make it easier on Daniel? Would Daniel have been more shy and uncomfortable if they’d both been naked? I think Daniel would have been terrified by ah…Terry’s…. Ahem. 😆 😂

Oh well. They have plenty of time to explore the other. 😜 😛 After all, Daniel is a horny teenager and Terry is…well, Terry.

Enjoy that honeymoon boys! 😏😘

You know how sweet Daniel gets when people put their foot down with him? The harder they go, the more fawnlike he gets! Not when he feels the need to protect, then he goes very hard, but when it's just him? All big eyes and parted lips and coy looks with this one.

And here he's just so brutally outgunned. He has stood his ground, bless him, all day even, but now he's exhausted and rightfully scared. And this was the biggest gamble of the whole thing: is Terry a considerate man when he wants to be? And the answer to that, even at his most unhinged, is a resounding 'yes.' He wants to win people, because he values loyalty, and loyalty can only be won. And he feels he needs to get this hurdle out of the way - he's going to fuck his mate, no two ways about that, so there's no point in dragging it out, but if he scares him and hurts him, he will make it more difficult in the long run between them. He doesn't need to make Daniel more vulnerable by undressing him. He's had his power moment with the Don giving the boy to him in full view of all his friends and his rivals. Now he simply wants it to be as painless for the boy as he can make it, and the clothes probably help. And yeah, he's had other omegas tense up seeing his cock, and that's uncomfortable. They'll both be naked soon enough, but then Daniel at least already knows he can take him!

As for the whiskey - it does relax you, but it also really does warm you up from the inside out. I've been riding in Ireland, and once our group came to our b&b soaked through with rain, because rain or no rain, horses only go so fast. Our landlady was all aflutter, urging us to get out of our wet things right now and she'd get us a drink to warm us up - and it did! You can feel the warmth flow up and through you (that's why no ice. Sure have your bourbon on the rocks, Danny love, but not against cold!).

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #wedding night

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“Gaslight, Gatekeep, Girlboss/Mansplain, Manipulate, Malewife”

Pleeeease

Jesus fucking Christ.

Of course you’d pick the single darkest and most fucked up wip I own. Alright, I said I’d do it, here goes:

TW for gaslighting, drugging, murder, child death, other death, Bode being entirely unhinged (I swear I love him very much), and Cal having a very bad time (I swear I love him too)

This one’s inspired by a Tweet I saw once about drugging someone and then gaslighting them about it, and pushed along by The Evil Chuckle (1:1 what I called it in that wip) that Bode can do in the final battle.

I guess I’ll just slap down some notes from the wip and you can… do with that what you will (except judge me, keep that to yourselves)

Context:

Kata dies, Bode kills Merrin (and Greez too I guess), BD gets broken? I dunno. And Bode ends up completely fucked in the head and treating Cal like a pet one second and his dearest beloved lil boi the next

Outline

Start out with Cal thinking he can fix Bode

Willingly gives in to some of Bode’s demands

There’s no fixing that man

They end up killing each other

Gaslight:

Shove medication/drugs down his throat and then pretend he didn’t

Tell him that his memory is so unreliable, that why he always needs BD around, but now that he’s not here, Bode can take over that task

Girlboss:

Brutally murder some people to keep Cal “safe” (they might’ve been trying to save Cal from Bode)

And now for some snippets, because this is never getting finished or published anyway, so I might as well.

Malewife

Bode reached out and caressed Cal’s freckled cheek with the back of hand. He looked so… soft while he was asleep. All of the weight, the struggle, the pain of the day gone and replaced with vulnerability and compliance. He traced Cal’s eyebrow with his thumb, smoothing out the slight crease in his forehead.

He really was beautiful. His eyelashes splayed elegantly against his pale skin, the freckles across his nose, his soft, slightly parted lips. Bode ran his thumb over Cal’s bottom lip. It yielded readily to his touch. The skin was a little dry. Maybe he should buy Cal some chapstick. Cal liked practical gifts. He’d told Bode once that non-functional gifts just sort of felt like a burden. It was a shame. Bode would’ve happily showered him in gifts, but he didn’t want his Scrapper uncomfortable. But chapstick would be fine.

He stroked over Cal’s upper arm. “I’ll be back in a little bit. Still have some stuff to take care of,” he murmured. “Love you.”

He stood from the bed and made his way out of the room quietly, safe in the knowledge that the drugs would keep Cal under for at least another five hours. Making him swallow another pill then would be easy as long as he was still soft from sleep. Bode smiled to himself.

Murder

Bode gasped softly as Cal ignited the saber through his stomach.

“C-Cal?”

Cal tried to stumble away, but Bode gripped his arms and held on tightly. Cal squeezed his eyes shut so he didn’t have to see Bode’s face. Bode had no right to look so- so scared and confused. His heart felt like it was being ripped out of his chest. It wasn’t fair. None of this was fair. Bode had hurt him. He should’ve been the one to feel guilty for his actions. Cal just… he just wanted it to stop, why did it hurt? He wanted Bode gone.

Bode sunk to his knees, pulling Cal with him. They hit the floor with a dull thud.

“I’m sorry,” Cal whispered.

“W-Why?” Bode placed one hand against Cal’s shoulder, bracing himself.

Cal looked up, into Bode’s hurt eyes. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“I just-“ Bode whimpered as the lightsaber in his gut shifted a little. “I just wanted to take care of you.”

Cal sobbed. No. No, this wasn’t fair. He hadn’t- he’d hurt him. He’d drugged him and beaten him and humiliated him and now he wanted to be thanked? No! It wasn’t- he didn’t-

Cal shook his head. Bode had fed him and cuddled with him and soothed him when he couldn’t sleep. He… he had taken care of Cal. And now Cal was thanking him by murdering him.

But then why did Cal flinch every time Bode touched his lower back? Why did he cringe away from any glasses of water Bode offered, afraid of what he might have in his other hand?

Why was there a collar in the drawer upstairs?

“I’m not your pet. I’m a p-person.”

Bode laid a hand against his cheek. “It’s okay.”

A scream got stuck in Cal’s throat as a searing hot pain stabbed through his gut. He looked down to see Bode’s hand on the lightsaber, thumbing the ignition of the other half. His hand dropped away as he swayed into Cal.

“I love you.”

Cal dropped the lightsaber like he’d been burned. It turned off and rolled away with a soft clatter. There was- there was a hole through him. It still felt like the lightsaber was inside.

Bode fell into him and pressed against his shoulder, his hands tightly gripping Cal’s back. Cal hesitantly wrapped his own arms around Bode. He… he was dying. He’d killed Bode and then Bode had killed him and now they were both dying.

Tears were rolling down his cheeks. He wasn’t sure if he was crying again or if he hadn’t stopped. He wished… he wished someone was here. He wished someone would hold him and tell him that it’d all be fine.

But he’d killed Bode. He could feel his presence in the Force fading. The ever present threat of punishment going with it. Cal missed the way he’d once felt. That steady boulder in the stream, the safe haven in a chaotic galaxy. But that been a lie. This toxic whirlpool of anger and fear and obsession had always lurked beneath the surface.

But Bode really had loved him. And he’d loved Bode. And now it was all broken. It would all be over soon.

He didn’t know how long they kneeled there, hugging, before Bode’s muscles went slack and his arms dropped. He didn’t know how long it took after that for death to claim him too.

More Unhinged Stuff

“Hey, Scrapper.”

Cal couldn’t hide the flinch at the familiar nickname. Bode forced down a smile at the visceral reaction. “Brought you some food.” He crouched down a safe distance away from Cal, watching Cal’s body move with slightly stuttering breaths.

“What did you do?” Cal was trying oh so hard to sound hard, grounded. But his voice couldn’t hide the fear threading its spidery web through the wildfire that burned inside of him.

Bode sighed. “I don’t think you want to know. Come on, you’ve gotta eat something.”

“I’m not hungry.” Cal curled in on himself further, as much as his splinted leg would allow him.

“I don’t care.” Bode stood and stalked toward Cal, primal pleasure curling around his shoulders as Cal tried to scramble away. This time, he couldn’t suppress the grin that stretched across his face. “You do as I say, now, Cal.” A sloppy kick was easily sidestepped, and without much effort, Bode had his little Jedi pinned under him.

“I gave you a choice. I gave you so many chances. And you wasted them all.” He grabbed Cal’s wrists and pinned them beside his head. Cal thrashed under him, anger bleeding into rage, trying to relight the dark spark he’d gripped during their fight. Bode let the dark wave of his own presence crash over Cal, suffocating the attempt. He was in control now. The Dark Side was his. Cal was his. He leaned down and set his forehead against Cal’s as the man under him gasped through the shock of being blanketed by Bode’s presence.

“No more choices now. Now, I’m deciding what’s best for you.”

Context

I love Kata, Merrin, and Greez, also. I promise.

This is your last warning. Turn back now or suffer the consequences

“Stay back!” Why did she insist on trying to get in the way? Couldn’t she see that he was doing this for her? He just needed a little bit. He’d defeat them soon enough. Cal was struggling futilely against his headlock and Merrin, hah, her grasp of the Force was wholly different. He could rip through her little spells faster than she could chant them. As long as Kata just-

A resounding crack splintered something anchored in his heart. He gasped, his vision greying out for a moment as freezing numbness swept through him. What- what was that? What had just happened?

“Kata?” He let go of Cal, who dropped to the ground with a harsh wheeze. Merrin’s hurried approach was ignored as he staggered to his feet and over to where he’d pushed Kata. He almost fell to his knees a few times, every other step either too light or practically cracking straight through the floor. “Sweetheart?” Why couldn’t he sense her?

His daughter’s tiny little body laid unmoving on the ground beside a large fallen boulder. Bode dropped to his knees at her side. “Little Star?” He gently shook her shoulder. Her head lolled weakly with the movement. The numbness began turning to fear.

He hadn’t pushed her that hard. It had just been meant to get her out of the way - out of danger; she should’ve barely stumbled; why- why wasn’t she waking up? “Kata.” He picked her up, cradling her body in his arms. She was so small. “Kata, sweetheart.” He brushed the hair out of her face. She had that little furrow in her brow when she was asleep, like Tay had said he did too. Bode had spent many nights sitting by her bedside and smoothing his thumb over it. It wasn’t there now.

Kata wasn’t asleep, was she? She was gone.

His body shook as he curled over her, a feeble attempt to shield her body. From what? She was dead. He’d killed her. He hadn’t meant to. She was dead. He’d killed his own daughter. He’d killed the last person who meant anything.

Soft footsteps approached from behind. Cal. Merrin. “Bode?”

He took a shuddering breath and carefully put down Kata’s body. There was nothing he could do for her now. It was over. His body wouldn’t stop shaking. He clenched his hands into fists. Everything he’d done. All of it for nothing. What good was Tanalorr now? The person it had been meant to shelter was dead.

He laughed quietly. Well, if nothing mattered anymore, there was no sense in trying to hold on to any semblance of sanity. What was there to fear? Nothing. Nothing left. And the Dark beckoned so sweetly.

“Bode?” The sound of Cal’s lightsaber igniting hissed through the air. Bode climbed back to his feet with measured movements, then rolled his shoulders back.

If he couldn’t have Kata, he’d take Cal. He whirled around and grasped the power at his fingertips to wrap it around Merrin’s neck and crush.

Cal’s anguished scream echoed through the room. Bode ducked under his swing and rammed his shoulder into Cal’s stomach. His lightsaber turned off as it fell from his hand and bounced harmlessly off Bode’s back. Bode followed with his momentum to send them both crashing to the ground. Before he was even able to draw in another breath, Cal was already clawing at him, mad with grief.

A handful of hair and a slam into the floor left Cal dazed for long enough to let Bode flip him onto his front and press his arms into his back. Bode tilted his head in thought as he watched Cal struggle under him. Now what? Oh. Right.

He shifted so he could lay a hand on Cal’s thigh. “Sorry about this, Scrapper. But I can’t have you running away while I take care of some stuff.” Cal was all blunt force, sweeping waves of power blasting groups of stormtroopers off of cliffs. Bode’s talents were a bit different. A pinpointed attack had bones cracking clean in two, and Cal screaming in pain. That would do.

Now, where was that annoying Lateron?

#mind the TWs #these parts be dark #I think I’m going to leave this one untagged #every other fic I’ll happily inflict onto the fandom tag but this one #this one stays at home with me

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