#the push pull dynamic is generally a thing that really works for me

[kaciidubs]

Are You Still Watching?

✧ Summary: It was meant to be a sweet gesture to treat you to a surprise at-home date - what a shame that the pajamas that were supposed to be covering your bodies were now on the floor. ✧  ✧ Word Count: 1.8k ✧ Warnings: Smut, fluff, light humor, slight Dom/Sub dynamics, daddy kink, spitroasting, slight choking ✧  ✧ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ✧  ✧ Additional Tags: Reader is referred to as Good Girl, Baby, Pup, Slut, Seungmin is referred to as Minnie, Chris is referred to as Daddy, Baby ✧ Stray Kids Masterlist ✧ General Masterlist

You’d appreciated the effort they put in on the surprise date night; the living room decorated with small tea light candles as the coffee table held an array of your combined favorite snacks. They’d even treated you to your favorite restaurant for take out - and by they, you really meant Chris, seeing as he would rather be struck by lightning than have you or Seungmin pay for anything (though, recently, he has been getting better at letting you both exercise your independence).

However, your favorite detail of the whole night was the way they basically transformed the couch into a sea of blankets and pillows - Seungmin making sure to include your favorite fluffy blanket to be shared between the three of you - which only made it more shameful to note that it was currently crumpled on the floor with pajamas that should’ve been covering your bodies.

“C’mon, you can take more than that, can’t you?”

You made a sound of indigence, eyebrows pinching as the pressure on the back of your head increased just a bit.

“Minnie, don’t - ah, fuck - don’t force her, give her a second.”

As usual, Chris’s caring tone added a lighter caress to Seungmin’s bite, though those sweet words could only do so much as his hips twitched up, unintentionally pushing more of his length past your lips.

Seungmin scoffed, a humored, lighthearted sound as his eyes narrowed, “You do realize, she’s the one who told me I could do this, right? She likes it, you know she does - don’t act like you don’t like it either, hyung.”

Punctuating his point, he pressed further against the back of your head and you dropped your jaw to allow Chris’s cock to slide along your tongue and prod at the back of your throat, before letting his grip pull you back up for a little reprieve.

“Bub wants to be used like a little slut - are you going to deny her that?”

You keened at his words, flicking your tongue around the head of Chris’s cock for further coaxing - you were okay with it, more than okay, and seeing your enthusiasm served to whittle him down more.

“G-Gonna be a good girl f’me and take it?”

Your head shifted slightly, a nod, as much as you could give with Seungmin’s hold on you remaining firm and secure.

That was all he needed to see as he spread his legs just a bit more, planting his feet before thrusting his hips up; his dick easily finding its way down your throat from the way Seungmin kept your head at the perfect level.

The living room soon filled with the sounds of your choked moans, wet slurps, and breathless groans as Chris fucked your mouth with ease; one arm laid along the back of the couch while the other braced against the cushions to aid in the leverage he needed.

“God, fuck, look at you,” he hissed, cocking his head in order to catch the way your cheek puffed up and hollowed out with each stroke, the shine of saliva bubbling at the corner of your lips sending his mind into a frenzy. “Pretty little thing letting daddy use your mouth like this - wouldn’t have it any other way, hm?”

Replying in kind, you dipped your head lower, working past the resulting gag on the following thrust with nothing but pure determination and need.

“Fuck.” Both men spoke in unison, a sound filled with equal parts desperation and fascination.

The sloppy sounds of Chris’s cock leaving and entering your mouth bounced off the walls of the living room more frequently, his pace growing faster as he began to chase the hints of his impending orgasm.

“‘M gonna come soon,” he gasped out, lidded eyes trained on the way your head rocked and bobbed, but stayed relatively in the same position Seungmin held you in, “be good and swallow it all, okay, baby? J-Just a little longer- shit.”

You tightened your lips around his girth, determined to hold everything he gave you, and like clockwork his dick twitched against your tongue followed by the bitterness of his seed filling your mouth.

He came with staggered breaths, his stomach heaving with each wave that coursed through him until his body fell lax against the couch.

The grip on the back of your head vanished, though another presence made itself known underneath your chin, slowly pulling you away from the softening cock between your lips - Chris hissing from the determined suction you kept to take the remnants of his orgasm with you.

Turning your head towards him, your eyes met his lust fogged ones, pupils blown and a considerable glow emanating from his body.

“Show daddy.”

He watched as the muscles in your throat subtly shifted before you parted your lips, tongue lolling out to show the inside of your mouth void of his cum.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing his thumb against your tongue.

Your lips eagerly wrapped around the digit, holding his strong gaze as you sucked on it daringly - priding yourself on the way his tongue pressed to the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowing at your boldness.

However, your little show was cut short as you felt a pair of hands dragging you back by your hips, blindly following the lead as your legs were guided up and over the arm of the couch, planting your feet firmly on the hardwood while your hips rested against the cushioned arm.

“Alright, alright, I’m here too.” Seungmin mumbled, though his cadence expressed a playful annoyance than anything else as he ran his hands along the curve of your ass, “Channie hyung shouldn’t have all the fun - this was my idea.”

There wasn’t enough time to counteract with a statement of your own as you felt the blunt tip of his cock nudge against your pussy, sliding through your arousal with a gentle rock of his hips.

“Seungmin, please.”

He gave a light huff, but you could practically see the amused smirk undoubtedly on his lips, “So needy, pup.”

However, you could argue that he was needier as he gripped your hip tighter, his other hand supporting the base of his dick as he began to slowly push past your walls - a hiss of satisfaction falling from his lips in the process.

Your head fell forward, a low moan floating through your parted lips; though, it didn’t last long as a finger hooked underneath your chin and gently lifted your head back up.

“Feels good, doesn’t he, baby?”

Lust fogged eyes locked with darkened ones, a familiar hunger lingering in his irises that had your pussy clenching as a result.

You felt yourself getting lost in his hypnotizing stare, sinking deeper and deeper into the pool of desire until a thrust jolted you forward - breaking you from your reverie with a choked out moan.

Then came another, then another, then another, until you were steadily rocking against the arm of the couch as Seungmin fucked you as he pleased; hard and thorough with a hand gripping your hip while the other remained steady at the back of your neck.

“Jesus, she’s so wet,” he groaned, lidded eyes locked on the curve of your ass, “bet she’s been turned on since we started this whole ‘date’.”

“Yeah? You think so?” A low chuckle left Chris as he took in your lust fogged expression, “She’s probably been waiting for one of us to put our hands on her ever since we got to the couch, spoiled little thing.”

A slap rang through the air, your yelp of pain melting into a needy whine while Seungmin’s hand massaged the cheek of your ass.

“Needy little slut,” squeezing the flesh, he hummed, “it’s cute, though - probably means we’re doing something right.”

Your breath caught at their words, an addictive mix of embarrassment and arousal flowing through your veins like molten lava - stomach twisting and walls clenching that only served to intensify Seungmin’s precise thrusts.

“Oh, she liked that.” His hand slid around your hip and between your legs, a deft finger easily finding purchase on your neglected clit, “Did you like it enough to come for me, pup? I can feel you clenching, I know you’re close - come for me.”

A larger hand made its presence known around your neck with a firm grasp, not enough to cut off your airflow, yet still present enough to have your eyelids fluttering and lips parting in a small ‘o’.

“Go ahead,” Chris cooed in a velvety tone, gently squeezing his fingers against the column of your neck, “come for Minnie, baby - come so he can fill you up just how you like, yeah?”

The mere thought of his orgasm had yours slamming into you faster than you could comprehend - your legs nearly buckling as you gripped the couch cushion, while a staccato of moans floated past your lips.

“Seung- Baby- A-Ah- Fuck!”

Seungmin mirrored your curse with one of his own, forced through gritted teeth as his finger continued to slide against your clit, drawing out your orgasm as long as he could until his body tensed - grunting out a small “‘M c-coming-” before pressing his hips flush to yours.

Chris’s hand slowly left your neck, granting you the ability to let it fall forward and relieve some tension off your shoulders; the sound of heavy footsteps walking out of the living room keying you into what he set off to do next.

A pair of lips pressed to your shoulder blade, followed by another kiss to the junction near the base of your neck, leading you to let out a soft giggle.

“I’m okay, Minnie.”

“Even after what I said…?”

His voice was right next to your ear, soft and a tad meek - you couldn’t help but nudge the side of his head with your own, “Baby, you calling me a slut barely breaks the surface of what I can get Channie to call me if I push hard enough - I’m perfectly fine with being your ‘needy slut’ if that’s what you need in the moment.”

He made a sound that could only be described as bashful embarrassment, choosing to respond by leaning forward to peck your cheek before pulling away at the sound of footsteps once more.

After a quick - gentle and careful - wipe down with a washcloth provided by Chris, a few bathroom trips, and a refresh on snacks, the three of you settled back onto the couch like before - sans pajamas.

“So,” Chris hummed, rotating the remote in his hand, “are we still watching this, or…?”

You held back your laugh as best you could with Seungmin laid on top of you, eyes already closed and determined to stay that way. “Keep it on as background noise?”

Nodding, he selected ‘keep watching’ before tossing the remote to the coffee table and tugging you closer against his side.

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[lilianne-tarot]

⋆.˚PICK A CARD: "What Are They Really Feeling About You" ⋆.˚

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⋆✮ Pile I

Cards Pulled: 3 of pentacles, the hermit, knight off swords, 4 of cups, page of pentacles, Uranus, and oracle cards

This reading is soo adorable sjsdhhobxckvc😭😍

Bestie... this person is down bad for you. And the more calm and collected you are, The more it drives them wild (and confused 😭).They just want to figure you out. To meet you where you are. And maybe, just maybe... be enough for you.

Okay SO... you have probably met them during a major shift in your life like something big had just changed, could also be unexpected change, or you were stepping outside of your comfort zone. It could be things related to career stuff, work placements, school, college, internships, basically somewhere tied to your goals or a professional life where you were pushing yourself.

They see you as “THAT” person!!!!. Like seriously, they think you’re the epitome of structure, elegance, and unshakable composure, to them, you are the standard. I’ seeing that most of yall are introverts. About them, I’m also seeing that they’re obsessed with how serious you look when you're concentrating LOLL. 

This person, Oh honey, they are also soooo ambitious and determined in general, but when it comes to YOU, They’re reckless in the best way possible. Like “I don’t care if I make a-fool of myself, I just want to be yours” reckless (SOMEONE GIVE ME TISSUEEE). They view you as this beam of perfection, someone who always strives for the best and thrives in systems and routines, prolly a virgo. Meanwhile, they’re probably a little chaotic inside like, “How does this angel even function so perfectly all the time?”😭😭

But in reality, behind that facade of perfection, you stress yourself too much, right? cuz they notice it too. They notice that when things don’t go your way, you might panic a lot. And they’re like, “Wow... even their breakdowns are elegant.” LMAO I’m not even kidding.

On the bright side, they see you as someone above them in experience or confidence or maturity. There’s a real student/mentor, or junior/senior vibe here, not literally. They lowkey look up to you. Maybe they’re younger in age, or maybe they just feel way more inexperienced compared to your level. Also, this feels very much like a professional connection. There’s a respect, a formality, kind of dynamic. So again, work or college, or while you were doing your thing. 

Emotionally though, OH BABY. They are in their feelings. Deeply. Like they feel this soulmate-level connection with you. They feel this spiritual bond with you, like you complete them. BUT They also think you’re super introverted (even if you’re not!), and it throws them off. They're over here trying to pour their whole heart out, like "take it, it's yours!" Meanwhile you’re just sitting there like 🧍 “hmm okay but what does this mean?”  “Why won’t they just say they love me the way I want to hear it?” vs “Why are they saying so much at once I need to process???”

You might not realize it, but they feel like you're not as expressive or emotionally certain as they are. They want to you to express yourself to them, whatever you feel, but they feel like you're still calculating the water temperature 

Despite all this They hold you in very high regard. They don’t even think they’re worthy of your love tbh. They’re like “I could never meet those standards ”  and that’s where the self-doubt kicks in. But, they’re still ready to risk it all for you. Like, consequences be damned! This person is on a mission to build a bond with you, even if the odds feel stacked against them.

They’re rushing. Reckless. Emotional. And terrified. They want you RIGHT NOW. And the idea that you might not love them back the same way is Devastating ot them. And because of that, they try to match your vibe, mature, calm, composed, but inside they're EXPLODING. They think you’re so perfect, so ideal, that they’re trying everything to charm you. Like everything. Subtle flirting, random compliments, charming little jokes, they’re throwing it all at the wall to see what sticks.

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˙⋆✮ Pile II

Cards Pulled: 5 of pentacles, the hermit, 8 of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, Gemini and oracle cards

I can already feel the heaviness of this connection.😭

Your person are not as emotionally invested anymore or at least, not in the same way. NOW don’t get me wrong here, cuz this DOESN’T mean they are loosing feelings. They are just in a phase where they are thinking “I need to move on for my own growth”. They’re kinda checked out emotionally, sure. And if they’re still in this relationship, they’re questioning whether it’s truly right for them, atleast at the moment.

What I’m getting is that they feel like this thing might not be working,  like it’s just not aligning anymore. They’re looking at it like: “This isn’t helping me grow. This might even be holding me back.” And so... they’re walking away. Not out of hatred. Not even out of anger. But out of emotional self-preservation. For their own sake. And the worst part is, you can’t even blame them for this. 

Right now, they’re turning to themselves. Focusing on themselves. Working on themself. They're in full-on Hermit mode. They’re putting effort into rebuilding their life, mostly about their career or goals in life. BUT what I'm seeing about you all is that y'all are feeling hella suspicious right now. Like, “Are they cheating on me? Is there something I don’t know? Why do I feel like something’s off?” And tbh... I don’t blame y'all for thinking that.

Because i can hear spirits telling me, "be cautious my dear, because not everything is what it seems". Gemini also popped up, It’s a sign that gets associated with duality, sometimes masking intentions, and yes, even lying at times. So it’s no surprise that you are overthinking mind is going crazy. You feel like something sneaky is going on behind the scenes. And the fact that this person is emotionally withdrawing only amplifies those fears.

BUT here's the thing...From what I’m picking up, I don’t think it’s about cheating. I think it’s about distance. Like... your person still likes you (well only for some of you tho). Maybe even still LOVES you.So they can’t just cut that cord so easily. They’re still longing to look into your eyes, for hours. They’re obsessed in a very soft way. But they also feel like time is slipping through their fingers. They’re standing at a crossroads like: “Do I follow this pull toward my future and personal success? Or do I stay in this connection that means so much to me emotionally but feels like it's hampering my success?” They’re not trying to hurt anyone, they’re just trying to figure out why their heart is being so dramatic. BUT your person is also strong-willed AF. When they want something, they go for it. They’re determined and fearless to get it. But now they’re in uncharted territory, because they’ve never felt this deeply before. Like... ever.

They see you as the GOAT. The greatest person they’ve ever known. 💖 They know this kind of connection doesn’t come around twice. But the problem is, they also know that if they stay too long without healing or clarity, it might sabotage their own future. Their dreams. Their growth. Their purpose. So they’re stuck in this mental tug-of-war: “I love them. I don’t want to lose them.” vs. “But what about my goals, my future, my expansion?” I’m also seeing, changes, disruption, and soul-searching across distance, beliefs, or even higher learning paths. This person is questioning everything. And they might even be considering leaving physically, traveling, moving, or shifting away to find clarity. 

They don’t hate you, my dear. They’re not trying to break your heart. That would be the last thing they would imagine. The fact is, actually, They’re just... overwhelmed. They’re scared they’ll get so attached that they’ll lose themselves. So instead of staying and drowning, they’re pulling back to breathe and figure out who they are again.

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˙⋆✮ Pile III

Cards Pulled: wheel of fortune, 9 of cups, The devil, death, the star, pieces, venus, and oracle cards

SO MANY MAJOR ARCANA CARDS IN ONE?!?!?!? That too, such big ones💀💀💀and the only minor arcana is also soo powerful and one of my favs. The order in which the cards were laid out is so dramatic and exciting!!!(*rubs hands aggressively*)

This pile is literally every synonym of love😭🥹 ( uhm...maybe obsession and some drama too) Before anything else i'll put it here, if you're unsure or wondering if this person likes you? THEY DO. THEY DO. THEY FCKN DO.

Words can’t even begin to express how intensely this person is feeling on the inside. Like... their emotions they are feeling because of you Are on another level. They feel this incredibly fated connection with you, one that’s deeply transformative, nurturing, and honestly, It feels like their biggest wish has come true. You’re that person for them. To the point where they literally can’t control themselves. There’s this obsessive, magnetic undercurrent to it all, and yes, sexual tension is very much in the room with us right now 🫠. They’re like, “Why do I feel this way? Why can’t I stop thinking about them??” But they can’t even find the words. The connection is hitting so hard, it’s beyond logic. It’s just feeling.

This is giving BIG Venus-in-Water-signs energy. Cancer, Scorpio, Pisces vibes all over. Either you or them (or both) probably have strong water energy in your chart, or you just feel like a water sign, super deep, intuitive, romantic, and soft but intense at the same time. They feel like you’re the one nurturing them. And this connection is unlike anything they’ve ever experienced before. It’s the kind of emotional attraction that feels so healing, but also terrifying. Like... “this is so good it has to be bad, right??”  (but they want it anyway). They literally can’t stop thinking about you. And being in this connection, being with you, is everything. Like, EVERYTHING. Their entire existence is starting to revolve around it.

The intensity of love, emotions and obsession they feel for you Unmatched. It’s honestly overwhelming for them. They feel out of control, and yet... they want to pour every ounce of their soul into this. Because this is something they manifested. Something they dreamed of. You are the person they feel they could never let go of.

Now, real talk, there’s a strong obsessive vibe here too. Some of y’all might not vibe with that energy, and that’s valid!! But this isn’t just a toxic obsession; this is that deep Pluto kind that leads to massive emotional transformation. But don’t be fooled, this person isn’t always this intense. They’re actually very, very sweet. Almost like honey.  And funny enough, that’s exactly how they see you.T o them, you’re like a piece of art they’re lucky to even look at. They admire you. Worship you.. And they just want to hold you forever, like literally never let go. They want to surrender to this connection fully. And they have already surrendered themselves to you already.

And here’s the best part is, even they can’t believe what they’re doing or feeling. They're like, "Who even am I right now??" They’re in awe of your grace, your magnetism, your aura. You feel so “lethal” to them, but in the most beautiful way. Everything about this connection feels brand new to them. The emotions. The pull. The obsession. The beauty. It’s like tasting a flavor they didn’t know existed. It’s nurturing, healing, and intoxicating all at once. Sometimes, they genuinely feel like they're doing something wrong, like they shouldn’t be this into someone. And they try to pull away. But the feeling? That nurturing warmth you radiate? They can’t leave. They won’t let go. They feel like you are their karma, like everything they’ve done in life led them to you. They know this deep within that “What I seeded is what I now receive.” They truly believe you are the fruit of that karma. The divine reward for all their past efforts. You’re their gift from the universe. And losing you is not an option for them. Not even a thought. There’s this fierce need to protect you. Yes, there’s physical desire and all the fiery sexual tension, but underneath it all There’s this soft, delicate devotion. Like “wrap you in a blanket and make you soup forever” kind of love.

They see you as their emotional support. The missing piece in their soul. There’s a part of them that’s always felt incomplete, a heart half-full kind of ache. And you? You’re filling that cup. You’re not just healing them, you’re healing wounds they didn’t even know they had (and you never even caused them in the first place).

They describe you in their mind as honey. The sweetness. The softness. The warmth. The comfort. And they want to protect that at all costs. They don’t see themselves letting you go. They already see a future with you. And honestly? They might already be planning it. (Don’t be surprised if they’ve imagined you two picking out curtains together).

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[krirebr]

All Things Go 2

Pairing: Alpha Steve Rogers x Omega Female Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Summary: It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine!

Warnings: Angst (with an eventual happy ending), Steve actually having to deal with the PTSD and depression and anxiety he would so clearly have if he'd been through everything in the MCU, this one really focuses on the depression, patterns of disassociation, pretty troubling self-talk, use of a derogatory term for sex-workers, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, possible slow burn - we'll see. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

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A/N: Oh boy. This one might officially be my angstiest story. I know the competition is stiff, but Steve is really going through it here. Please be sure to read the warnings and take care of yourselves, my friends!

Thanks to @bigtreefest for doing a gut-check on the parts I wasn't sure about and always being a great cheerleader in general.

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The rhythmic slaps of his feet hitting the pavement were helping drown out all the noise in Steve’s head. He felt the air fill and leave his lungs as he pushed himself forward. His arms pumped at his sides, his hands curled into tight fists. He could go faster. He would. He needed to.

He wasn't sure what exactly had happened. One moment he'd been sitting across from you, the next he was on the floor. A moment later, he was on the street in front of his building, dressed in his running gear.

He’d reacted strongly to the news he was being benched for at least three months; he knew that much. It was embarrassing, losing it like that in front of a complete stranger. He was better than that. Stronger than that. He had no excuse to be that weak anymore.

He pushed his body harder, faster, needing the burn, the ache to be louder than everything else going on in his head. The scenery blurred beside him as he just focused on going further further further. Harder harder harder. He felt the never-ending cycle of pain and healing in his feet, his shins, his quads. The skin cells of his palms trying to grow back as his fingernails bit in. He hadn’t been able to decide if it was a good thing or not that nothing he did to himself ever left any marks.

He stopped short when the asphalt in front of him suddenly disappeared, wrought-iron guard rails standing in his way. Oh. He’d made it to the bay. He hadn’t realized he’d gone that far. He took a breath. Then another. He should turn around. He should go home. That’s what he should do. But he just couldn’t make himself turn around, head in the right direction. He briefly contemplated leaping into the bay, swimming to Staten Island so he could keep going, keep running. But the idea of the icy water engulfing him was too much to bear. 

“Holy shit! Is that Cap?!”

He grimaced, and the urge to take his chances in the water grew stronger. But only for a moment. Then he pasted a friendly smile on his face and turned around, waving at the onlookers. He posed for ten pictures before he felt like it wouldn’t be rude to pull away, his skin crawling the whole time, desperate to hide from the attention. He still couldn’t wrap his head around everyone having cameras in their pockets. Wanting to remember every moment like that was terrifying.

After waving goodbye to the growing crowd, there wasn’t really anything else to do but run back to the apartment. He dragged his feet as he turned around. It would be fine. He would be fine. He always was.

Not long after everything, S.H.E.I.L.D. had set him up in an apartment that occupied the entire 2nd floor of a brownstone in BedStuy. Agents lived in the units above and below him, although he wasn’t supposed to know that. He’d thought a few times about telling Fury that he might want to invest in a more subtle form of surveillance, but what would be the point? Nothing he said really mattered. To anyone.

He’d requested it when they first moved him out of HQ, a place in his beloved Brooklyn. But now, as he did his best not to look at the city as he ran past it—the skyscrapers, the neon signs, the national chains—he thought for the thousandth time how foolish that had been. The Brooklyn he loved was gone. And he would never get it back.

Too soon, he was slowing down in front of his stoop. He reminded himself to breathe. And again. And again. It would be fine. It was his home now. It was ridiculous to feel like he was scared of a place. It was just a series of rooms. It couldn’t hurt him. Not much could. Not in a way that mattered, anyway.

He pushed himself into the building, then up the single flight of stairs that brought him to his apartment. One last deep breath gave him the strength to open the door and walk into his home. Or, at least, the place where he lived.

“Oh, thank goodness!” 

Your exclamation brought his attention across his open-plan living room to where you were in his small kitchen. All of the cabinets were open, and there was a notebook lying open on the counter with a pen beside it. He quickly walked over to you. “What are you doing?”

“Huh?” you asked, looking around like you were seeing all of it for the first time. “Oh. I’m taking an inventory of your food and making a grocery list.” And then you didn’t pause long enough for him to follow up. “I know we haven’t had a chance to set up guidelines and establish boundaries, but while we’re working together, I would really appreciate it if you didn’t storm out of here without your phone. Especially when you’re in such a vulnerable state.” You took a deep breath. “I was very concerned.”

He looked at you, confused, the tension in your shoulders, the furrow in your brow. You’d changed, he noticed for the first time. You were no longer in the professional attire he’d greeted you in, but now stretchy leggings and an oversized sweatshirt that slipped off your shoulder. His gaze settled on your soft skin and the empty space at the juncture of your neck and shoulders where a bite mark would g– His gaze jumped back up to your face. “I wasn’t in a vulnerable state. I was running. For exercise.”

Your lips turned down into a thin line. You held his gaze in a way that made him both want to look away and somehow unable to. “Right,” you finally said with a sigh. “Well, in any case, I’d appreciate it if you brought your phone with you when you go out. Just in case.”

He nodded, mostly to placate you. It wasn’t that he left it on purpose. He just… never thought to bring it, hardly thought of it at all. He wasn’t used to having a phone in his home, let alone his pocket, so the idea of feeling lost without it was completely foreign to him. But everyone looked at him like he had two heads when he tried to explain that, so now he kept it to himself. It was just one of an ever-growing list of things he kept to himself.

But his nod seemed to be enough for you. You let out a sigh of relief and said, “Okay. Thank you.” 

He just nodded again. He didn’t know what else to do. 

You gave him a long, serious look. It made him want to run again. But he didn’t. “How are you feeling now?” you finally asked.

“Oh, uh.” Embarrassed. Ashamed. Anxious. On fire. Ready to bolt. “Fine,” he said. “I’m fine.” 

You hummed in consideration and tilted your head in thought. “You know,” you started, your tone too even, “I’m actually not a big fan of that word. Fine. It’s a cover-up word. I think we can do better, don’t you? While we’re working together, describe our feelings in a different way.”

He swallowed the scoff, just dying to crawl out of his throat. We. Sure. He’d been brought in front of a gaggle of therapists after he’d come out of the ice. They’d said nonsense like that, too. It was all useless. “I honestly don’t know how else to say it,” he said with a shrug.

“Can you try? Today got pretty intense, you must have some feelings about it.” 

He sighed. The only thing that made him talk was the way you were looking at him, your face shockingly free of judgment. “I feel silly,” he said quietly, “to have made such a big deal over nothing. This is just the way my life is now. There’s nothing for me to do but accept it.”

You let out another thoughtful hum. “I’m not going to argue any of those points with you for now. But. I do want to say that I will never think you’re silly for having strong feelings about what’s happened to you and the way your life’s turned out. I can promise you that.” 

He felt something move inside his chest at that. His fingers drummed against his leg. That wasn't the reaction he was expecting. Everyone expected him to adjust and move on. But the look on your face was so sincere, so accepting, that all he could do was nod once, and then look away while clearing his throat. He glanced around again at all the open cabinets in his kitchen. “Why are you taking inventory of my kitchen?”

For the briefest moment, you looked sheepish, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by the determination he was already coming to associate with you. “Well,” you said, “I started it to give myself something to do while you were gone, but then I discovered that you don’t have any food, Steve.”

“I have food,” he said, purposely not looking at all of the bare cabinets and shelves. “It’s all in the refrigerator.”

He was surprised when you rolled your eyes. Not because it felt judgmental, but because it was casual. Comfortable. It’d been a long time since someone felt comfortable with him. “Yeah,” you said, “I found the protein shakes in the fridge. That isn’t food, that’s–” you paused to find the right word. When you did, it was dripping with disdain, “sustenance.”

He took a step back, suddenly self-conscious. “I need a lot of calories a day. The protein shakes are just easier.”

You looked at him thoughtfully. “Okay,” you said. “Noted on the calorie intake. And–” you paused as your gaze softened, “I understand things like meals and such feeling too hard, but, Steve, you’re allowed to enjoy things, that’s what makes a good life.”

He swallowed around a lump in his throat, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t—couldn’t—tell you that he was pretty sure that ship had sailed for him. Even if that was the truth. 

After a long moment of silence, you spoke again. “Listen, I’m not going to make you get rid of the protein shakes. But I am going to put in a grocery order,” you held up your small notebook, the page filled with your neat handwriting, “just so we both have some other options. And” you added, glancing at the time on your phone, “I think we should order in for dinner. What do you think about some Thai food?”

He cleared his throat as heat flooded his face. “I, uh– I don’t really know what I think about Thai food.” He braced himself for your inevitable reaction. Oh my god, seriously?? Or how have you never had Thai food???

But you didn’t ask either of those questions. You didn’t act appalled or scandalized or even surprised. You just cocked your head to the side and asked, “Do you trust me?”

He just stood and stared at you, his mouth wide open as he tried to find any words that might answer that question, even though he had no idea what that answer would even be.

Before he got any closer to figuring that out, you gave an embarrassed laugh, shaking your head. “Oh my god, why did I ask that? Of course, you don’t yet. It’s only been, what? Three hours since I barged into your house? Sorry. Let me ask this instead: Would you be okay with me ordering a bunch of different dishes, and you can try any of them that look good and see what you like?”

Your phone was already in your hand, swiping across the screen. “Sure,” he said, even as dread filled him. This had happened countless times since he’d woken up in this century. He’d be presented with something new to him that was apparently commonplace now, and then whoever it was (usually Tony) would watch him like a hawk to see how he reacted. To make sure he had the right reaction. It was so much pressure. He hated it.

“Okay,” you said, with an easy smile. “I’ll let you know when it’s almost here.” And then you went back to working on the grocery list.

Surprised at being seemingly dismissed, Steve realized it was probably time for a post-run shower.

After unpacking what looked like an actual mountain of food, you must have caught Steve’s deer-in-the-headlights expression because you quickly offered to make him a plate. You explained each dish to him as you added it to the plate, then handed it over with much less of a to-do than he was expecting. You turned your full attention to your own food and mostly left him alone. It was a relief not to have to put on a show of trying new things. It was almost a new experience to just be able to taste the food and form his own opinions.

But he still felt uncomfortable with you in his home, just eating silently next to you. What would Sarah Rogers have to say about his hosting abilities? “So, uh,” he tried, in between bites, “you said you’ve done this for three other SHIELD agents?”

You nodded as you swallowed. “Yeah, I’ve been called into SHIELD three different times, usually after missions gone wrong. To help the agents at the center of it process what happened and reset. And give them a safe space to do so.”

Steve mulled that over for a moment. He wasn’t sure what exactly there was to process. Bad things happened. The wrong people survived. And everyone ended up alone. What was there to reset? “Do you work exclusively with agents?”

“Oh no,” you said, shaking your head. “The majority of alphas I’ve worked with have been civilians. I’ve had long-term assignments with eight alphas in total, so far. You’re my ninth. I do other short-term work in between. But the long-term assignments are my favorite.” It had to be the exhausting nature of the day he’d had that was the reason he couldn’t hide his shock at that number. You furrowed your brow at him. “What’s so surprising about that?”

“Oh,” he ducked his head, trying to school his expression. “I just– My understanding was that part of the point of all this for you, for omegas, was to find a mate. I thought the long-term ones often ended up that way. I was just surprised you’ve done this so many times and are still…” he trailed off at the look on your face. The only word that came to mind was thunderous.

And that’s all you did for a very long moment, just stare at him silently. Then, with a sharp intake of breath, you said, “The point of all this is to help alphas, even the most bone-headed ones. I do this because I believe that everyone, no matter their designation, deserves to feel safe and happy and have access to the mental health care that will serve them best. So, no, I’m not just doing this as a way to get someone to mark me.” And then you took a large bite of food and chewed it so very angrily. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen someone do that before.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, looking down. He was fucking everything up, everywhere he went. He never tried to offend, but that was all he seemed to do. And it didn’t help that no one seemed willing to ever give him the benefit of the doubt. He’d been immediately branded as old-fashioned upon waking up, and he’d quickly gathered that that was thought to be not just bad, but malicious. But no one bothered to explain things to him without judgment. If given the chance, he would swear not to cross any lines. He just needed to know where the lines were first.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, “I didn’t mean– the omegas I used to know, they wanted different things, I guess. And maybe I’m not doing a good job of catching up, but I’m trying.”

He could feel your eyes on him for a moment that just stretched on. He didn’t dare look up to see what your face was doing. Then, he heard the air rush from your lungs, and you said, “And I probably reacted too harshly, so I’m sorry for that. There’s just– there’s a lot of cultural baggage around support omegas. Some people call us ‘hookers with advanced degrees,’ or other things that are a lot worse. But I really am just here because I want to help people. Steve, I want to help you.”

He let himself look up at you and found that your anger was completely gone, replaced only by sincerity. He nodded as he moved some food around his plate with his fork.

You let the silence last for a minute, then asked, “So, what’d you think? You like any of the food?”

He took the olive branch for what it was. “It’s good. Different, but good.” He pointed to a noodle dish, “I really liked that one.”

You smiled, and it lit up your whole face. “Pad Thai. That’s a good one. A classic.”

He smiled back at you, and it didn't feel entirely fake.

When it came time for bed, he went through the motions. He changed into sleep pants and a t-shirt. He brushed his teeth. He washed his face. He said goodnight to you and watched you go into the guest room. He even went so far as to sit on his bed for several long minutes. But he didn’t lie down. He couldn’t do that.

If he lay down, then he risked falling asleep. And if he slept, then he was pretty much guaranteed to have nightmares. And after the sort of day he’d had, they were sure to be especially horrific. No. He didn’t need sleep. He’d be fine.

So he sat. And he stared at the wall. And he listened and he waited. The house settled, and everything got quiet. When things had been so quiet that you must have been asleep for several minutes, he moved into the living room as quietly as he could. Not that this room was much better, but it was bigger and he felt less hemmed in. Now all he needed to do was kill time until the sun started to come up. Then he could go for a run, and if you caught him, he could just act like he was an early riser.

But the night stretched on in front of him. He tried to read, but he couldn’t focus. He had a TV, but he never really knew what to do with that, and he didn’t want to risk waking you up. Before, he may have passed the time drawing in his sketchbook. But he couldn’t stomach it now. So he settled in for a long night of staring at the clock.

He must have been so in his own head that he was startled by a noise in the hallway. He looked up to see you walking into the living room, dressed in soft-looking PJs, trailing a blanket he’d just purchased behind you. He gaped at you for a moment. “Oh, uh– I was just–”

You shook your head. “It’s okay,” you said, gently. “We can just sit, if you want.” You settled yourself on his couch before giving him the softest look he’d been on the receiving end of since his mother died. “I didn’t want you to be alone.”

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[forgeofthenine]

Omg in the last few posts you were talking about heat as in temperature but my brain registered it as something COMPLETELY different and it got me thinking…

What if tieflings had some kind of a heat cycle and they get extra sensitive and desperate because of it?? I can imagine Zevlor and Rolan being super embarrassed or nervous to bring it up, maybe Dammon’s more chill about it but still extra needy

So, this has absolutely been a passing thought in my mind and as soon as this request came in I knew I just had to push it to the front of my request queue, purely for my own mental health lol

Gotta admit, I'm a fan of omegaverse dynamics and I actually looked a little into irl animal biology and mating behaviour to get a better feel for what I think tieflings would be the most like. So this has both general headcanons and some NSFW headcanons for the individual bachelors

You probably didn't expect quite this much (over a thousand words of tief content) when requesting but this had me in a chokehold, I hope everyone enjoys <3

TW: NSFW under the cut, very heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, alpha/omega adjacent dynamics

Tiefling NSFW heat and rut headcanons

General

So, I feel like once all tiefs reach sexual maturity they'll start to either have heats or ruts, depending on their biology

Anyone with female biology will have a heat, and I feel like they'd have heats similar to cats but with a slightly longer time between heats

So generally they'd have a heat every two to three months or so unless they're pregnant or have other health issues

For the ones with male biology they'd definitely have a rut

They'd follow similar patterns to the women, but it's not unusual for some tieflings to have longer stretches between their ruts if they don't have a partner

A single tiefling that isn't particularly sexually active might only go into rut once or twice a year

I do think a male tiefling could prematurely go into rut if exposed to a females heat, and couples that have been together for a while will sync up

They have pretty typical heat and rut behaviours with nesting, possessiveness, and a pretty undeniable breeding kink

Nesting, possessiveness, and general mood shifts tend to start setting in during pre-heats and pre-ruts

Pre-heats and pre-ruts can last two to five days, and a full heat and rut can last anywhere from two days to a full week depending on the individual

In saying that, having a partner can definitely shorten both heats and ruts, so single tieflings working through things by themselves will have longer heats or ruts

Heats and ruts can also become more painful the longer they go on without the relief of a sexual partner

Tieflings can tell when others are in heat and rut mostly through pheromones, but a female tieflings tail will also involuntarily lift when she's in pre-heat/heat and around a male

I wonder if I should go so far as to headcanon that they have knots, I did already give them all ridged dicks

Dammon

If you and Dammon aren't dating then he'll be much more shy about his ruts

He basically disappears from his forge and the public for a few days and then comes back as if nothing happened

Once you start dating him is when you find out why he pulls the disappearing act

Dammon is actually very open about it now you're both together and have already been intimate

Blushes slightly while trying to explain some of the more physical, primal aspects

Would flush even more if you tell him you find the whole thing incredibly attractive

The next time he has his rut, you're the only person allowed to see him, and he really is a sight

Naked and tangled in his sheets, all flushed and tense, undeniably hard as he palms himself while looking over at you

Even the way he strips you of your clothing is different, he just about rips it off you as he kisses and nips down your neck and chest

While Dammon is usually one to take his time with making you feel good when he's in rut the only thing on his mind is getting to cum

Though even in his hazy mind frame he still makes sure you're comfortable the whole time

Even a near sex crazed and highly hormonal Dammon is still a very caring partner

You know he's going to bend you in half as he fucks you, he just loves how good you look underneath him like that

Breeding kink go brrrr

This man always fucks like he's trying to breed you but it's off the charts when he's in rut

I hope you're ready to be fucked within an inch of your life because his refractory period ceases to exist

Absolutely watches as he pulls out of you and some of him cum leaks out because he's stuffed you so full

Dammon praises you so well too, you can not shut up this man and his dirty talk

"That's it gorgeous, you take my cock so well."

"You gonna make me a daddy, darling? 'm gonna knock you up, full you up with my cum."

Once his rut dies down enough, he'll scoop you up for a bath

There is no way you could stand after the way this man just wrecked you-

Dammon takes very good care of you, and then you do it all again the next day

Zevlor

Whether you're dating Zevlor or not, he's your personal wealth of knowledge on everything tiefling

So what do you do when a book you read mentions 'the times of year and conditions unique to tieflings' and doesn't explain it?

You go and find your favourite paladin

Zevlor is so embarrassed, dating or not, explaining to you how tiefling heats and ruts work

Can't even keep his eyes on you

When you two are dating and you realise you didn't see him at all yesterday, it's time to go hunting for the man

You have an idea of what might be going on but nothing prepares you for what you find

Much like Dammon, you find him tangled in his bed sheets desperately trying to get himself off

He lets out the sexiest groan when he sees you standing there

He's the gentlest of the three while working through his rut

Even then, Zevlor is noticeably rougher with you than usual

Has you in a missionary position, his whole body pressed to yours as he pants in your ear and thrusts into you

Zevlor can't keep his hands off you when he's in rut, they're all over your hips and chest and giving light tugs to your hair

He gives into the primal need to mark you too, it's the only time he'll give you hickeys

Breeding kink: the sequel

Absolutely tells you he's going to breed you, and fucks you like he means it

Doesn't even think as he uses his hands and tail to spread your legs so he can fuck you deeper

Zevlor loves to look at the way you tremble every time he fills you with cum, using his fingers to help you get off at the same time

Even while he's trying to find his own relief, he makes sure to make you cum so many times you end up overstimulated and about to cry from the pleasure

Definitely has you cockwarm him as the two of rest, the thought of you keeping his seed so deep in you until it takes just gets him going again

You'll know he's ready for another round when Zevlor starts grinding himself into you again

When the worst of his rut is over he gives you the best massages

Apologises so profusely too the first few times you help him through his rut, even if you tell him how much you like it

Rolan

There is no way Rolan is ever telling you anything about heats and ruts

Absolutely forbidd his siblings from mentioning it too, he's just way too embarrassed for you to know

Even when you guys are dating he just locks himself away in his tower for a week while he works through it and recovers

This man will not tell you anything

And then he forgets to lock the door

As soon as you open it you're met with the sight of a whiney, teary eyed Rolan trying to get off by grinding against a pillow in desperation

Unlike with the other two, there's no clear 'top' when you're with Rolan during his rut

He loves having you ride him until he sees stars just as much as he wants to bend you over his desk until everyone else in Ramaziths tower can hear you scream

Rolan loves hearing you when he's in rut

Yell his name, tell him that you belong to him, tell him how good he fucks you, say he looks so pretty when you ride him-

He loves all of it so much

He's also the one that bites you the hardest, expect him to draw at least a little bit of blood by accident

Breeding kink: the trilogy

Rolan isn't letting you leave the room unless he's knocked you up

Absolutely puts a fertility spell on you by brushing his hand over your lower belly and murmuring the words

He also refuses to pull out unless it's to change positions, and if any cum leaks out of you he'll push it back in with his fingers

Overstimulation is the name of the game with Rolan, he wants you both overstimulated and crying and completely fucked out

This man believes in equality and we love him for it

The youngest of the tiefling bachelors and definitely the most pent up, it'll take all day before he calms down enough for the two of you to rest

When things do calm down, after he makes sure you're both clean and fed, Rolan wraps you up with him in his bed and will read to you

It's his own personal flavour of aftercare, cuddling and reading your favourite book as he makes sure you're comfortable and happy

And it all starts over when you wake up the next morning with him hard as a rock against your ass

[zorosnavigator]

Timebomb fics rec

A lot of timebomb fics are hiding through a lot of CaitVi/JayVik tagged works on ao3 (while many are also CV orJV centric) so i made this rec post for everyone who dont want to spent 1 hour scrolling or missing some of them bc you're filtering other ships!! (sorry for the short summaries/ i didnt write my thoughts as thoughtfully as i would have liked because.yk.time and all. update chapter count/add of new fics every week)

AU/crossovers fics

Je t'aime (Je t'attends) 3 chapter, WIP.

Hunger games x Timebomb/Arcane, the way the system of the games from the og novels are mixed in the Arcane universe is really masterful, the writer dont lose too much time explaining it but you understand the dynamics of the 2 cities and the characters perfectly anyway.

Where would you be now ? by enaven 5/6 chapters, WIP.

family/modern AU, timebomb feels, Ekko and Jinx are Isha's parents, CaitVi are just silly aunts and i'll never stop recommending this fic

you're the best thing to ever happen to me (but also the worst thing to ever happen to me) by grey_toiletpaper ( @greytoiletpaper ) 3/8 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Timebomb inspired by 10 things i hate about you.

We Moved Into a Real House (a Wild Field Behind it) by smokesatellite 3/10 chapters. WIP. Rated T.

Modern AU, Timebomb roommates/friends to lovers, Isha is a foster kid...you know where this is going .. (Ekko as a nurse is not something i expected but its surprisingly good. Also the in law feud between Jinx and Cait is very funny)

s1 fics

Silco is less of an asshole

The Heart of Zaun by 1ts_Br1tney_B1tch 8/ chapters. WIP.

or: Silco try to rally the Firelights to his cause (in this case, Zaun - he's much more involved in doing better for his city than in the show) but of course they're bound to have some..tension between them, since they hate him - and Shimmer. (it has the good parent Silco tag so i'd say that all in all, this Silco is a little less...Silco than in Arcane, but manage to keep some of the bite he has in canon...) i only read 2 chapters, and what i can say is that it does a good job with the general cast, the interactions between Silco/Ekko-Firelights are believable, i think the one thing that could have weird me out is the way Silco is said to be 'proud' of the Firelights in the summary (for me 'pride' is something he'd reserve for Jinx yk?? anyway i stop the rambling) . The Timebomb relationship has more or less the same push and pull as in the show, with Ekko thinking about the girl Jinx used to be/ Ekko being a link to the past before Jinx and all that entail...so yeah, i'm loving it!

Powder doesnt become Jinx

The Alpha Command by typewriter_in_galaxy 13 chapters. WIP. Rated E.

ABO/Reverse AU where Powder doesnt become Jinx and is raised by Viktor, Ekko is taken in by Silco. btw i dont read a lot of abo fic (im very nickpick) but this one does every characters justice, and actually dwelve in depth in the abo universe.. (everything by typewriter is good to be honest, but my favorite thing is how they write Powder, who even when she doesnt become Jinx, is still shaped by a very violent world/trauma and it shows through her mental health issues and very, very low self worth/need to prove herself. )

everything's better with a friend by typerwriter_in_galaxy 7chapters. Completed. Rated E.

Timebomb centric rewrite of Arcane, Jinx is Powder, she doesnt fall under Silco's hand (or in his arms precisely), Ekko is Ekko, and 1, i need to hug Powder, 2 she deserves the world and 3 the characterization of everyone, everyone is so brillantly written and the timebomb relationship (damn even the CaitVi one too) oh, the timebomb of it all... they feel so, so real and it hurts, Powder's insecurities, her mental illness, her guilt, her need to prove herself but in same time she doesnt feel herself worth of anything (or anyone) good... just.read it. read it, because i just did, after like 2 years of not doing that and. im like mad bc why didnt i??? but in same time so grateful to just discover it now, taking my sweet little time reading it; it rewinded my brain its amazing, (like this work in another fandom, the first time i read this rebelcaptain's fic A Love song by skitzofreak - did i just linked it for you to read even tho its a timebomb rec post??? yes. yes i did. thats how much i love, adore, worship this one guys - so everything's better made me think a lot of this TB fic, and also of RC (the abandonment issues, thinking that you have to leave first before everyone leave you, Jyn and Powder damn).

Shattered Web by Firewolf2132 1 chapter. WIP. Rated M.

you know how everyone make the comparaison between Ekko and Miles?? well, the author found a way for Ekko transform into a spiderman that feels right in the arcane verse (end of act1) and damn its so good. Ekko slowly morphing and gaining his powers while everyone still have some focus on them (mostly Powder), but it still manages to keep the suspense of the fate of other characters. fabulous. author note: [I have seen so many comparisons between Ekko and Miles and a lot of fanart. So it felt that I had to do this. I can't promise future chapters right now (busy), but I am eager to see if this inspires any stories with a similar premise.]

S2 fanfics

fics covering Timebomb moments between ep 8 Ekko saving her /they painted each other and ep9

Go Back For Her by A_Lily_In_The_Moonlight 3/3 chapters. Completed. Rated E.

Ekko's pov -i only read 1 chapter - we see his thought's process on his relationship with Powder AU/ Jinx, and how he came to the conclusion he must go back to her. the moment where he help Jinx with his Z-drive comes a little differently than in ep8 (well, the aftermath) aaand another fic where Jinx's grief over Isha's death shatters me, the pain and the self loathing/blaming from Jinx really devastating.

I dont believe in God, but i believe you're my savior by mquesterminds One shot. Rated T

[summary: every time Ekko has to rewind time to stop Jinx it cuts to a different moment from throughout their love story because I'm allergic to happiness the moments covering their shared past really make their present 10 times sadder.]

I'm sure we're taller in another dimension by hallwayheart One shot. Rated M. i have nothing to say because i'm still processing what i just read.ty.

Fires That Were Set by ilophilia ( @ilophilia on tumblr) 1 chapter. WIP.

the conversation after Ekko helped Jinx in episode 8. Loved the banter, the emotions (the grief is there and its important to feel it but damn i want to hug them so bad). They tell each other what happened when Ekko was gone, and you feel the distance/the closeness, near intimacy building again and its beautiful..

Hope is a winged beast by Grey_ Unicorn 4 chapters. WIP. Rated E.

prepare you tissues because i was myself not ready for chapter 3 and the emotional wreck of Jinx processing her grief. but here we are.

fics from AU Powder pov/exchange between Jinx and AU Powder

what we left behind by re_dragon_rising 3/3 chapters. Completed. Rated T.

Powder traverses to the og arcane universe 1 year after Ekko's visit. (the insight into her life after Ekko leaves is wholesome and also give the reader a glimpse of the Mylo/Claggor/Powder siblings dynamics + the impact of Vi's death on them. really great. a little sad too.)

The other Ekko by GrammarThyEnemy Oneshot. General audience.

Powder knows this Ekko is not her Ekko.

memento vivere by fuwaaa 1/2. WIP. General audience.

covering the AU episode, Powder knows something's up with Ekko.

See Ya On The Other Side by moth_dust 3/5 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Powder also travel to the og universe.

these forgotten faces by whippindippin ( @whippindippin on tumblr too!) 6 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Jinx and Powder body swap and its both the worst and best thing that could ever happen to either of them. great reading and their reaction on point.

Isha is alive

Astrantia by AelinCreativ ( @aelincreativ they're on tumblr too!) 5 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

canon divergence where Ekko saves Isha. a lot of angst. but also a lot of happiness. so we can cry while smiling along with them. great. ty author!!

Ankle-Biter by darkfire1220 8/9 chapters, WIP. Rated M.

Isha is Jinx's biological daughter, Silco is a not so bad (grand) father, and their mother/daughter bond is one a the greatest thing ever. (very slowburn timebomb). Also Vi. i love you Vi.

post s2

we made our peace with weariness (and let it be) by The_FlamingTiger 3/3 chapters. Completed. Rated M.

Ekko and Jinx reconnect in Bilgewater..(and Jinx goes to therapy. that too. its nice)

I don't believe in God (But I believe that you're my savior) by yeonatsu Oneshot, general audience.

Ekko is mourning.

this hunger for love won’t disappear by Amuria Oneshot, rated T.

Months after the battle for Piltover, Ekko begins to dream of Powder. He thinks it’s his grief playing tricks on him. She has different theory.

Francesca (Do You Think I'd Give Up?) by PoetProlific 2 chapters. WIP.

Ekko tries searching for Jinx...(with the help of Caitlyn, yep. and its well done, because I think Cait would help, for Vi. And i love how Ekko-Cait's dynamics might evolve because of this..)

So I met him there and told him I believe by ijustwanttoreadinpeace 3 chapters, WIP. Rated T.

Jinx begins a new life in Bilgewater but is forced to come back... (edit: be warned, this is now an orphan account so idk if there will be more chapters.)

all the 6 timebomb one shot by atabex (the other fics are not timebomb) they're all rated E and oh boy is it worth it. most of these oneshot are gut wrenching and do smut + characters so well... the most recent one is just Ekko and AU Powder ahem doing the boombayah on the rooftop, but yk, with bits of sad and tragedy here and there.

i'm a little ashamed i'm only adding it now but every TB os fics by @shroomystar is 🤌 nothing else to add because each one of them are good. so. (if you want the explicit one-shots it's here and if you prefer without, it's here )

[seleneprince]

Love this idea! Also now i can't stop to imagine how tim and N!kitty! Reader would interract.

The brainrot is getting worse for me, unfortunately. I'm one positive comment about the idea away from actually including it in the series.

Oh, I thought of that too. You know the character called Lynx? She's faced against Tim before, but if you look at the Red Robin runs they have an...interesting dynamic. Kinda like Batman and Catwoman 2.0, except Lynx is more proactive. Look it up if you don't know her yet👀

That's basically how the dynamic between Tim and Catgirl would be (she hates that name but I'm afraid it fits her too well lol), except Catgirl doesn't really like to be chased. Not like her mentor or Lynx does. She takes her heists very seriously, she's a huge perfectionist, and last thing she needs is an annoyingly persistent detective distracting her by trying to catch her.

Catgirl is only in it to learn from Selina, and improve her stealth and thievery skills until she's confident enough to go solo, because as brilliant of a hacker she is, there are places she can't reach through hacking alone. She has to sneak in and handle things manually sometimes, and she needs to move like a cat burglar to do it. And well, if she does actually steal some stuff here and there, only Catwoman is witness and she's no snitch.

Plus, since she's actively separating herself from the Batfamily as a whole, having the most brilliant member interested in her is a headache. She's trying really hard to keep her civilian identity as the clueless, spoiled rich daughter of Bruce Wayne that knows nothing of their world. But if she lets Tim Drake out of all people get close enough to Catgirl, how long until he guesses it? Until he begins to pay attention to her outside the suit too and notices the similarities, the mannerisms? The coincidences? She knows how he is when it comes to solving enigmas. Batman himself said Tim was a better detective than him. Catgirl is paranoid to say the least. She despises him. No matter how witty he is, how stimulating their arguments/fights are, how he's so damn intelligent that he's a threat but also can keep up with her in conversations, the smugness that he hardly conceals when he overpowers her (and how stupidly hot he looks in those moments)

Meanwhile, Red Robin treats her like a particularly tricky case. Catwoman doesn't take sidekicks, she works alone, everyone knows that. So who's Catgirl? Why did Selina take her in? What's her purpose? What's her ultimate goal? And why is he enjoying their encounters more than he should? Why doesn't he pull apart when she kisses him? The more she dodges him, the more determined he is to get her. He has ended with a few scars from her claws when she had enough of his presence, but those only increase his interest. How far can he push her? How long until she takes a wrong step and falls into his hands? He hates to admit he's a bit of eager for that to happen...because he's not entirely sure he wants to arrest her afterwards.

So, in short, Catgirl and Red Robin's dynamic is basically a cat-and-mouse game, except the roles are reversed because it feels like he's the cat more often than not. They're Batman and Catwoman second generation, except Catgirl refuses to admit they have that kind of tension and avoids him, while Red Robin wants to catch the kitty and maybe put a collar on her.

[anotherocean]

My first pick a pile reading for you all! Been wanting to do this for a long time and hopefully add a little sparkle to your day, some guidance, maybe reassurance (?), or just a little divination fun.

This is a general reading for your life at the moment. I used tarot and my intuition to come up with these readings. If you aren't familiar with how to do this, you just pick an image that pops out at you, or choose one quickly and randomly. Whatever method you want to use it usually works. Pile readings below! Let me know if anything resonated with you! This is my first time doing this so feedback is really nice :)

Hello my beautiful pile 1s! A lot of mental energy here!

My main piece of advice pile 1 is:

GIVE IN TO THE NOT KNOWING

Looks like you could use some support with that overactive mind of yours. First thing's first it's going to be okay. It looks like you've had some sleepless nights recently and something is keeping you awake at night in worry-- whatever you are going through is not easy and would test anyone's faith. This might be the result of feeling betrayed (or a misunderstanding for some) in some way, or perhaps you are even lowering yourself to a level that feels untrue to you. In any case your soul is saying no to a lot of ways you are perceiving your situation right now and urging you to take a step back. Your idealism may be pushing up against some cold hard facts … about a person? (never a fun feeling) and disillusionment of some sort might be setting in. Your desire to win or succeed or have your own way may be clouding the best avenue toward your genuine peace and fulfillment (I've been there honey, I feel you). I am getting the feeling you are going around and around in your head playing mental games. Tap into your honesty and your intuition. Don't sneak out the proverbial back door. Patience is required right now. You'll make it through I believe in you! Things are going to work out, but maybe it's time to rest and reflect a bit babe? I'm getting the sense that rest frightens you a bit. Either you feel you can't stop, or rest has become equated with stagnation in your mind. In this instance that is not the case. Rest is a terrific idea for you because this looks like something you need to wait out. On the upside, I'm seeing that for some of you there could be some wonderful feelings of inspiration or drive or something urging you forward. Perhaps there is a complex mix of your excitement for a new idea or project, and conflict between something going on in your life, so you are experiencing some push/pull dynamics that are causing a lot of uncomfortable mental energy. My advice is rest, tap into some inner strength, and give in to not knowing and what a truly beautiful and relieving feeling that can be. You can't possibly know, so don't! You don't need to figure everything all out at once honey, or solve this problem immediately.

Hello my incredible pile 2's! I love you.

You have an incredibly clear mind at the moment. You are approaching your situation with logic, which may feel a bit at odds with your needs to be nurtured. I'm getting maybe someone studying or pouring themselves into research but forgetting to take care of their more sensual needs like eating nice meals, going for walks, etc. In the distant or recent past you may have been in a limiting situation -- either victimized by some form of addiction, or bad relationship, or something that was bringing out parts of your shadow side that were not to your liking. This was something that you may have felt chained to... I'm getting your toxic ball and chain. That said, I'm seeing that you are harnessing a lot of energy positively right now, and will continue to do so. You have the power and ability to manifest your dreams, reach toward your goals, be the creator in your life. In the past you may have felt victimized and held captive by a person or situation, but you are now finding yourself (or about to be finding yourself) holding the power in your life. The world around you is aligned with you in presenting you with new opportunities for growth and love, and this is merely reflecting all the power you have right now. It seems you may be faced with an important decision, and while you are jumping and ready for new adventures, I ask you to also make sure you align your desire for adventure with your values related to the people and relationships in your life. You can do no wrong if you truly consult your heart in this important decision and take an honest look there by also allowing the people in your life to be included in that "gazing into the heart" that I mentioned. You are not an island, you are most definitely connected. You also have some doubts it looks like, or fears of separation or loss. The pain of heartbreak. A last word of advice is talk to someone you trust, perhaps a mentor, or consult your higher power for guidance. You may find resolution in aligning yourself with your traditions, or the traditions of people around you. I have to be honest pile 2, your picture isn't crystal clear for me, so I hope I filled in enough blanks to give this reading some value for you!

Pile 3 hello! So much beauty here.

It looks like there are so many beautiful things in your life right now. Wonderful relationships, some degree of emotional fulfillment, and periods of gorgeous and harmonious socializing and abundance are all present. There is a strong, positive emphasis on community, but you also need to nurture your individual creative expressions (be that something tangible like painting a picture, or something more related to using your creative abilities for manifestation, or maybe just... spending some time in the garden planting seeds). You need to see the fruits of your own labor (!!!). Also, let it be known that as soon as I began your reading and was looking at the above image I felt such a lightness! Wish I were you pile 3! Like a breath of fresh air. Life is good. You also want to create some more stability for yourself. Even with all the good things, you have your sights set on something better and what a beautiful thing that is! You might be itching for something new and exciting, even with all the good things going on in your life, and the main and BIG POWERFUL MESSAGE of this reading is to embrace change. You may have built up something gorgeous and fulfilling but your heart is looking for more. EMBRACE the radical changes. EMBRACE the tearing down of the good things. More good things will come. You may currently find yourself feeling influenced by some conservatism around you (not necessarily a bad thing), but the stable attitude of those around you may be at odds with your need to honor your enthusiasm for adventure and break down what you have in order to build up something new again. As I mentioned, what you've built is gorgeous, but perhaps it is time to tear it down? You have some fears and worries around this, so take this advice as lightly or deeply as you like. Whatever the case, the changes you want aren't going to be a lightning bolt. You need to put effort into long term planning with patience, and perseverance. You need to carefully nurture your efforts right now, more than you need to immediately start a new life.

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That's it! I had so much fun doing this, I hope you enjoyed it! It was fun getting a peak into some of your lives. At some point I may offer clarification card readings if any of you want to pay for additional info or extra questions related to the above readings. I'm not sure yet, just enjoying the experiment and maybe I'll do this with some regularity :) Also let me know if there's any specific reading you might like to see me do in the future! I have been so hardcore into astrology recently (truly obsession level) so tarot is a nice little sideline.

[greenstripedcat]

Fanfic recommendations

I've been reading (a little too much) fanfiction since I became obsessed with Phantom early in winter, and since AO3 doesn't really have convenient folder management system, I'll use this as an excuse to (somewhat) systematise what I've read so far. Almost all the stories are multichapter bar a couple; I've tried to tag the authors I know are on tumblr, but if you spot anyone not tagged, please let me know and I'll edit it.

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Unsung - wheel of fish @wheel-of-fics (I don't even know what to say, by far the best PotO fic I've ever read, one of the best fics full stop, I loved it so much, this is what happened after the ALW musical events, and not LND, as far as I'm concerned) Red death riding (highwayman AU that had me singing Loreena McKennitt's rendition of 'Highwayman' for ages, and get the British Library's book on notorious highwaymen of the past; in progress), Out of the woods (modern AU with Erik as a US vet - a good mix of mystery, romance, sadness and sweetness), A Lasting spring (set post ALW events, Erik x Original character, Josephine, whom I utterly adore) - all absolutely great stories by wheel of fish @wheel-of-fics  Battered dove - Battydings @battydings (another modern AU with Christine as a drug addict, angsty, well-written and all around a good story; I'm surprised how much I enjoy modern AUs for this ship in general, and not so surprising, but still interesting how many different shades the kidnapping plot can play out within this pair; personally, as long as it steers clear of Fowles' "Collector" dynamic with the collector's empty loveless need to possess someone as a pretty trinket, I'm very interested in exploring it) Like and Subscribe - ShameWithoutSin (a perfect modern AU with Leroux-leaning Erik, who kidnaps Christine, and is absolutely terrified of her; in progress) Scarlet as a rose - MultiColoredRosePetals (the most fanfic-y story on the list, but very sweet, and perhaps fits the tropes that push my buttons specifically) Between the Lines - Les_gnossiennes @les-gnossiennes-fantomatiques (the hottest story ever, Leroux compliant in the best way possible) Tristan and Isolde - catcorsair @catcorsair (Erik/Sorelli oneshot: attractive, raw, leaves something hole shaped in my chest upon finishing; this author's works in general are in equal parts batshit crazy and hot) Sympathy - ashadeintheshade @ashadeintheshade (Veterinary doc Christine modern AU; shortest one on this list, and quite perfect in every way) Home for Christmas - Not A Ghost3 @notaghost3 (a sweet Christmas strangers-stranded-in-the-snowstorm and there-was-only-one-bed story; in progress) Pilgrim Soul - Mertens (just to finish off with something angsty with a happy ending (most of Christine/Erik stories I read tbh), a 70s nurse Christine AU inspired by a b&w film Voice of the Whistler - it's always extra fun for me when fics get me to go and watch a film or read poetry or learn something new like BSL - which I was 'prodded' to do by two different fics aready!)

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Future reading list (for my own reference, but perhaps someone else might find useful): City of angels (ashadeintheshade), Fly Agaric (Les gnossiennes), A Stroll on Sunday (Antiquarianne) (completely random, but I read somewhere that Lindsay Ellis referred to this fic at some point - I don't know how accurate it is; anyway, as her phantom videos were part of my gateway to phandom, it adds to the interest for me), By Starlight (wheel_of_fish), Like Pulling Teeth (catcorsair), So Fair a Gift (bespin_clouds), Regret Like Tears (FieryPen37), Soft Place to Fall (ponderinfrustration), What Happens in Vegas (ShameWithoutSin), Gustave Daae's daughter (Mertens), The Nanny (Mertens), The Eater (Battydings), Made of Stone (Morrigan24601), All the things yet to come (Comet19) These works seem interesting, but I'm scared of how long they are: Shadow Government (Quiet2885), Fraternité (Gondolier), Новые звуки (Жаворонок87)

What phantom has brought me (apart from the community of friends and like-minded people): I'm slowly learning BSL (slowly seems to describe a lot of my activities nowadays), signing up for French starting next academic year, if I'm still as enthusiastic about this; and now have a desire to sew a costume myself, although with this one I'm completely out of my depths, and it will likely stay as a long-lasting wish either forever, or at least for a very long time. Ah, also quite a few films added to the watchlist, poetry (it seems poto authors are particularly partial to Yeats) and, of course, classic (and-not-so-classic) music! You guys had me listening to Satie's Gnossiennes, Gluk's Orfeo ed Euridice, múm and lots of Bach as of late.

[moonyflesh]

Hiya it’s fine if you don’t but I really liked your Peter strahm valentines headcanone any chance you could do more just general being in a relationship with him? <3

What would being in a relationship with PETER STRAHM be like?

WARNINGS: both fluff and smut! p in v, oral, sub/dom dynamics, degradation, choking, and a healthy amount of profanity.

CHARACTER: [Special Agent] PETER STRAHM — (‘Saw/Jigsaw’)

AUTHOR���S NOTE: hey Anon! tysm for submitting this — (considering i’m going through a severe Strahm phase and haven’t had any recent ideas for him.) — I hope this is what you were looking for!

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• Peter isn’t bad at relationships; he just…doesn’t think they’re ‘for him’. He’s too involved in his work, too hardened, too used to the chase. But then you happened….And just like that, his phone has texts that aren’t work-related, and there’s a coffee on his desk that he didn’t order.

“I’m not… good at this. But I’m trying.”

• He doesn’t say “I love you” often, but when he does, it’s heavy. It’s raw. It means something. Usually, it slips out in quiet moments—when you’re half-asleep against him, when you pull him in by his tie after a rough case, or when he’s gripping the back of your neck after a fight.

“You piss me off more than anyone. That’s gotta count for something.”

• He’s not touchy in public, but behind closed doors? The man can’t get enough of you.

-> Sitting next to him? His hand is on your thigh.

-> Walking past him? He hooks a finger into your belt loop to pull you close.

-> Standing in the kitchen? He slides up behind you, pressing his chest to your back.

• But he has an unbelievable weak spot for when you initiate. Running your fingers through his hair, dragging your nails down his back when he’s tense—that’s how you break him down.

“Fuck—do that again. Feels good.”

• He doesn’t do ‘passive-aggressive’. If someone so much as looks at you wrong, he’s making it known that you’re his.

-> His arm around your waist tightens.

-> His jaw clenches.

-> His hand finds the back of your neck, a silent warning.

• But if you really want to push his buttons? Flirt with someone in front of him. He won’t start shit in public, but the moment you’re alone, it’s game over.

“You think that was funny? Go ahead—test me again. See what fucking happens.”

• He’s not interested in power games—he just is dominant. He doesn’t ask for control; he takes it. The moment you’re in his bed, he decides how things go.

“Hands behind your back—yeah, just like that.”

“If you wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like one.”

“You don’t come until I fucking say.”

• He doesn’t just dominate physically—he gets in your head. The teasing, the pauses, the deliberate way he makes you beg—he’s got it all down to a science.

• He talks so much shit in bed, but he makes every word hit.

“You’re so fucking desperate for it, aren’t you?”

“Look at you, whining like a needy little thing. You embarrassed yet?”

“Open your mouth—there you go. Knew you’d take it like a good slut.”

• But here’s the kicker: aftercare is non-negotiable. He talks a lot of filth, but he knows how to reel you back in. The moment it’s over, he’s running a hand through your hair, pressing a rare, lazy kiss to your temple.

“You good? Need anything?”

• He loves having his hand around your throat. It’s about control, about feeling your pulse beneath his palm.

-> One hand pinning you down, the other wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressing just enough to make your breath hitch.

-> Whispering filth in your ear as his grip tightens—

“That’s it, sweetheart. God you’re so pretty.”

-> Watching your eyes go hazy when he finally lets you breathe again.

• If he’s going down on you? He’s not stopping until you can’t form words.

-> He drags it out, keeping you on edge until you’re practically sobbing.

-> Constant eye contact— watching every little reaction.

-> He pins your hips down when you get too squirmy.

“You can take one more. I know you can.”

• But when you go down on him? Jesus fucking Christ.

-> He grips the back of your head, guiding you at his pace.

-> Low, gravelly moans when you do exactly what he likes.

“God—look at you. So fucking pretty with your mouth full.”

• He doesn’t do ‘slow’ unless he’s feeling particularly cruel.

-> Slamming you against the wall, dragging your clothes off like he’s been starving for you.

-> Biting down on your shoulder to muffle his groans.

-> Hand in your hair, the other gripping your hip like he owns you.

• And if you really want to make him lose it? Drag your nails down his back, moan his name like it’s the only thing you know—he loves that.

“Say it again. Louder.”

• He might be rough in bed, but he’s not careless. After? He’s running his hands over you, checking for bruises, rubbing circles into your skin.

“Too much?” … “Yeah, didn’t think so.”

• And if you’re completely wrecked? He’s smirking, wiping sweat from your forehead like an asshole.

“Fuck, I did a number on you, huh?”

• This man is a walking contradiction—a hard-ass, overprotective agent with a filthy mouth and a surprising amount of care hidden underneath. You will test his patience, he will make you pay for it in bed, and afterwards? He’ll run his fingers through your hair and press a rare, lazy kiss to your forehead like you didn’t just have the filthiest sex of your life.

[skele-ghost]

Fuck in the Graveyard (not really)

Summary: (Graves/Reader) You’ve been taking illegal suppressants for wayyy too long, and when you miss a dose, it all comes crashing down.

Content Warning: A/B/O Omegaverse dynamics, reader is afab, female pronouns?, substance abuse, technically is a fuck or die situation, p in v, knotting, brief fingering

Graves is kinda sweet in this one. I’ve never posted my stuff anywhere before and this is the first fic I’ve written in second person. Let me know what y’all think. I do not take requests.

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The thing about taking illegal suppressants is that you have to time them perfectly. You’d better have your cycle down to a science, and you’d better take them three days before your heat, during, and three days after—and don’t you dare take them any more than 24 hours apart.

That’s how you wound up completely fucked: you took one dose two hours too late, and now the suppressants were completely ineffective. Was it really your fault? No, you’d been in the middle of a firefight, for fucks sake! But by some sick case of luck and science that made next to no sense, your heat started to build.

You hid being an Omega as much as you could. It wasn’t exactly a secret—it was there in your file for anyone to see. But so long as your heats were taken care of and you weren’t sending every Alpha within a mile radius into a rut, the military was happy.

And you were happy to let them believe that you were taking the regular course of suppressants that they prescribed you, and not the dangerous, high-dose, illegal ones that you preferred. They made your scent next to undetectable and made sure you could actually think straight when you were suppressing your heat, unlike the regular ones.

You were a specialist, an asset of high importance, and you’d be damned if you’d let your own biology stand in the way of that.

That’s why you liked the Shadows. Graves sent you a job offer after working with you on a mission gone sour in Urzikstan. He admired the way you kept your head cool when the world was falling apart around you. Even when you disclosed your designation, he shrugged it off.

“As long as you can keep your head cool like you did out there, we won’t have any problems,” he’d said.

And you’d kept your promise for nearly two years, now. But that was a long time to go without a heat, and a long time to be surrounded by the heady scent of Alpha unclaimed.

You were ashamed of the way you had to take off earlier. Once everyone was back from the mission, in one piece, settled in, you bolted, feeling the heat and sweat cling to you like a second skin.

It was sheer resolve that allowed you to keep the scent patches on for so long, little bandages clamped over your glands with a strong deodorizer, not letting anything out. You nearly passed out from the intense pain of prying them off your neck and wrists, the scent glands over-sensitive to even a breeze.

You blink away the tears quickly; you have to stay focused. You’ll drive to the safe house and crash there, get something planned. You knew the consequences of completely suppressing your heat for so long with such toxic drugs. Now you had to live with the consequences.

The little white farmhouse is remote, nestled deep in an old growth wood. It was beautiful, living up to the pictures you’d seen when Graves had shown it to you as a precaution. It had been in his family for generations before he fixed it up and decided to turn it into a safe house.

You pant as you put the car in park, staring at the building for a moment, your thoughts jumbled and disconjointed. As much as you want to melt into the seat, you have to get inside. A cold shower—that’s what you promise yourself, meek little motivation.

It manages to pull you out of the truck, onto shaky legs that want to collapse underneath you, but you push on.

They key is behind a brick on the foundation beneath the porch. It takes you a moment to remember which one—Graves had only shown you once.

Since you are the only unclaimed omega in the Shadows, he told you where the house was and how to access it. Just in case you had, in his words, “omega-related problems.” It isn’t too far from base. You’d have to figure out some way to show your eternal gratitude for the man…if you ever saw him again.

You retrieve the key and turn to make your way up the stairs, and that’s when things go sideways. You trip on the last step, crashing onto the porch with a force that shouldn’t hurt as much as it does.

The key falling out of your hand is the last coherent thought that you have before the pain takes over. Your sensitive skin and muscles cry out and it feels like hitting a sore bruise, everywhere.

You whimper, tears rolling down your cheeks as you stare up at the watery image of the porch’s ceiling. There’s a wasp’s nest, gross, but it’s November. They’re either sleeping or dead from the cold.

And thank god it’s cold, because at least your skin doesn’t feel like it’s completely on fire.

You know this is bad. You’ve deteriorated too quickly, the heat sneaking up and hitting you like a blitz attack from the dark.

As much as you hate to admit it, heats are necessary. It gets rid of built-up chemicals in the brain, provides a release to make new ones. Not quite like sleep was necessary, but in a similar fashion.

You’re worried that this one might kill you. You’re worried that if this one isn’t quelled and satisfied, you might end up brain-dead or in an eternal coma like the people in those stories your middle school health class scared you with.

But in the face of death? All that you wish is that you could apologize for the inconvenience. What kind of paperwork would Graves have to fill out for your corpse? Would he get in trouble for not monitoring you, for not knowing about your use of the illegal suppressants?

You slip into unconsciousness, the word ‘sorry’ on the tip of your tongue.

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A whimper is all you manage as you stir awake, the first thing you notice being the thick, heavy, intoxicating scent of an Alpha, and one you know.

Graves smells like bonfires and bourbon, or maybe it’s whiskey? You make a breathy moan at the smell, brows furrowing as you feel yourself being carried.

“I know, baby, I know,” he says, his voice making a nice rumble trail down your spine.

He’s holding you bridal style and then holds you close to him as he sits down, tucking your head into his neck so that you can scent him.

It cools the flames slightly, letting your mind clear itself of the fog as you finally stir, opening your eyes.

“Com-mander?” You ask, voice not much louder than a whisper.

He pulls you back, glancing down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern. “(Y/N), what’s going on? You don’t smell right, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“Suppressants…not working,” you grit out, whimpering as an uncomfortable cramp begins in your gut.

“The ones you’ve been taking? Why, what’s wrong with them?” He lays you down on the bed he’d been sitting on and you whine at the loss of contact, squinting your eyes shut at the cramping.

You can hear him search through your bag, the one that had been digging painfully into your back a few minutes ago, and you hear the rattle of a pill bottle.

“Oh, (Y/N), you didn’t…” he says, and you can only imagine what his expression is as he looks at the bottle. It’s pretty damning—the prescription bottle with someone else’s name blacked out on it, half empty, label reading exactly what’s inside.

Graves returns to your side, his cool hand on your cheek turning you to look up at him. He looks…betrayed? Crestfallen? Worried, above all else, as he holds the bottle up with one hand.

“(Y/N), tell me you didn’t take these—tell me this isn’t what I think it is,” he demands, the command in his tone making a gush of slick escape you, adding to your already soaked panties.

“M’ sorry,” you whisper, tears blurring up along your waterline.

“Shit, (Y/N),” he growls, tossing the pills onto the bed, running his hands through his hair. “What do I do? You need to go to a hospital, is that it?”

You shake your head, “no, they can’t do anything. And I’d get arrested—ah!” You cry out, curling inwards as a sharp, painful cramp rolls through. Slick gushes out of you again, your organs overproducing as if they need to make up for all the missed heats. After a few agonizing moments it calms down and leaves you gasping, tears rolling down your cheeks.

You know what your options are, you know how fucked up this is, and you know that Graves is probably going to fire you after this—but you also know that you’re not ready for the final alternative.

“Please, it hurts!” You beg, pleading up at the sight of your commander above you, “please, Alpha.”

He closes his eyes and clenches his jaw, pursing his lips in that way you’ve always found so hot, “are you sure? You’re not thinking clearly, (Y/N).”

You nod frantically, grabbing his arm and scenting his wrist, keening at the smell, “please, please, Graves.”

His restraint snaps and he climbs ontop of you, pinning your wrists to the bed and placing his mouth on yours. You moan into it, trying to lift you hips up to get some kind of friction to no avail.

He pulls away and you tilt you head aside to give him better access to your neck as he scents you, breathing in deeply and growling. You cry out as he runs his tongue and teeth along the glands.

“I never got a good smell of you, (Y/N), you always wear those damn patches and I always want to rip them off,” he nibbles along your jaw, your whines and whimpers filling the small bedroom.

“Alpha, please,” you beg, desperate, clenching around nothing when you want to be clenching around him. “Inside, please put it inside.”

“I know, baby,” he says, pecking your lips again before he pulls back, hands gliding along your sides as he pulls your shirt off. “You’re burning up.”

Tears prick in the corners of your eyes and you squirm, whining and babbling as he pulls your bra off, too. The cooler air feels nice on your sweat-sheen skin, and you buck your hips as Graves gets off of you, hooking his fingers to pull your pants and panties down in one fell swoop.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses, then groans at the sight of your slick, how it clings to your parties in wet strings before he pulls them away.

Your boots are still on and he didn’t get your pants all the way off, but maybe seeing how soaked you are makes Graves hasty.

The most pornographic moan escapes you as he sinks two fingers in your hole, your sweet little cunt sucking them in and clenching down.

“Fuck, good Omega,” Graves groans, slipping in a third finger that has you moaning even louder.

Every spot he hits is the right one, every move pure ecstasy. Your voice is a broken babble of pleads and curses and moans, begging for your commander to fuck you, to take you, to make you his.

You almost sob when he retracts his fingers, not even caring to wipe them as he rolls you onto your stomach, grabbing your hips and pulling them up into the air, right against his own.

Feeling his erection against your ass, you turn downright frantic, “please please please, please fuck me, Alpha, please I need your knot so bad!”

He hisses as you rub against him and he begins unbuckling his belt, which only spurs you on more. He manages to still your hips and get his pants down, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick.

You keen embarrassingly loud as he enters you, slowly letting every inch of himself be swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

When he bottoms out, pressing against your cervix, it’s like a switch flips. You cum, whining as your legs shake, as Graves gasps behind you.

“Goddamn, baby,” he drawls, squeezing into the meat of your hips. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

Your brain is too melted with lust to be able to form any coherent sentence. When he pulls out and slowly thrusts back into you, testing the waters, you all but go limp, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you moan.

“Goooood girl,” he praises, speeding up his thrusts and finding a steady rhythm, your skin slapping together. “So slick and tight for me, omega, good god—“

All you can do is moan and take it. There’s no more painful cramping, and though your skin is still hot it’s not as bad. Your body is getting exactly what it needs: a good, hard fucking by a big, strong Alpha.

“(Y/N),” Graves moans, his voice sounding so sweet to your ears, “so good, baby. Better than I ever imagined.”

You keen at that, at your alpha wanting you—well, he isn’t yours, is he? It makes your heart sting slightly but that’s quickly forgotten with a slap to your ass, sending shockwaves of excitement through you.

You can feel yourself getting tighter, getting ready to be thrown over the edge again, and you can feel Graves speed up his thrusts, his knot slowly beginning to swell inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” he groans, “gonna give you my knot, gonna fill you up good—“

His thrusts get even harder, even rougher, and you cry out, feeling yourself come tumbling violently over the edge as his knot catches on you, cumming in waves like the sea crashes onto shore.

Graves stills inside you, making good on his promise, shooting ropes and ropes of hot seed. You can feel his swollen knot inside you, just past your entrance, making your pussy full in the most delicious way. You hear him catch his breath before he carefully rolls you both over onto your sides, laying down with you on the bed.

You hum happily as he wraps his arms around you, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder as both of your ragged breathing calms.

“Fuck, (Y/N),” he says, his voice husky in a way that makes you wish you were his.

“Yeah,” you manage to reply, running your hands along the arms that hold you.

“I don’t want you taking those damn pills ever again,” he growls, making you shiver. “Understand?”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him, confused at the soft expression on his face. It’s almost…vulnerable? Wasn’t he going to fire you?

“Commander?”

“This isn’t up for debate,” he says. Behind his blue eyes is a fire you know well, akin to the one that dances in his eyes on the battlefield. “I’ll drug test you if I have to, but I’m not going to lose you to some stupid suppressants.”

You blink. “You’re not going to fire me?”

“What? No,” he says like you’re crazy for thinking so. “But if you want to stay, darlin,’ we’re going to need to set some ground rules.”

“Okay,” you agree, relieved. You didn’t want to lose your job, it’s a good gig. The employee benefits are killer…and you’d miss your commander.

“It’s simple, (Y/N), no more illegal suppressants, and you come to me for your heats,” that bastard smirk of his returns and you giggle.

“Are you propositioning me, Commander?”

“Hell, yes I am,” he says proudly, reaching up to caress your cheek. “Probably should’ve done it sooner.”

You lean in and kiss him, enjoying how it sweetens his scent. Your heart flutters in place, content, elated; you had only ever dreamed of this. You finally have him.

“Oh, and no more scent patches. You smell too damn good to be covered up.”

You roll your eyes at him, still grinning. “You sure about that? I don’t think you’ll like every other alpha sniffing after me.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll keep you safe,” he says confidently, placing a lingering kiss to your cheek. His eyes hint at something darker, “besides… they’ll catch on.”

[etoilesombre]

Hi im a new here i finally watched black sails after someone convinced me. And im changed. I'm. Yeah. I'm not who i was before. It's a bizarrely good show?

I'm so so so glad that so many ppl on ao3 agree with me that flint and silver need to fuck. Have fucked. Will fuck.

This will be all i think about for the next month or so.

If you have fic recs do let me know. I'm in dire need.

Hi my friend and welcome to hell! It's the best, right? ("Month" is a HIGHLY optimistic estimate about how long this will consume your brain...)

So honored that you asked for recs! I don't think I've ever compiled a general list of favorites, I had a great time and I think I'm happy with the results. This is by no means comprehensive, and obviously HIGHLY reflective of my own tastes, which are... uh.. I am known to not enjoy nice things very much. I invite others to reblog with their own favorites. Here we go...

Notes: These are in vaguely chronological order. I'm including word count and brief descriptions so you know what you're getting into but no warnings or anything, that's all on AO3. They are all silverflint and all explicit (I think, there might be one or two 'mature' in there but, this is the they need to, have, and will fuck list.) I didn't include any of my own work because presumably that's how you found my blog so you're aware, but I do have a pinned list, and if you want recs for mine or to talk about any of these just message, I will talk about silverflint all day.

Overall Recommendations:

The Most Unexpected Things by forbiddenarchives (~20k words) I think this one is a great starting point. It is very.. fic flavored fic, if that makes sense, in a great way. Hits the spot. The author's description is "season 2 if everyone were 5000% hornier" and that is accurate. Note this is marked as unfinished, but the place it wraps up feels totally reasonable to me.

As Good as Gone by spinninginfinityboy (~5.5k words) Complicated hot weird semi-hate sex on the way to Charles Town. A thing with a Spanish Dubloon that is emblazoned on my brain forever.

Combat by equestrianstatue (~10k words) A two part series, which I think captures the push-pull early frenemies vibe of s1-2 perfectly. Also the writing itself is stellar.

All alone in a moonlit shanty by PrimalScream (4.3k) Celebrating a good day hunting, Flint gets very drunk and tells the crew a dirty story. Silver tries to put him to bed, but he has different ideas. By far one of the lighter things on this list.

after the winnowing by princesskay (~14k) Set after Silver loses his leg, early in his recovery. Silk pajamas, multiple orgasms and overstimulation as well as their usual codependent fuckery.

What It Feels Like Not to Hurt by Robotboy (~9k) Another recovery fic. As the author says, it's 9k of slowburn watersports but really it's about Silver's pain and autonomy and humiliation and. Just. Even if it's not your usual cup of tea it's hot, give it a try.

vigia by doomcountry (~3k) A short, perfect rendering of their dynamic during early s3 raid times. Heartwrenching character study, excellent porn.

The Sack of James Flint by princesskay (~107k) So, yes, this is a novel length sub!Flint cock and ball torture series. I would make the argument that it is one of the best character studies in the fandom, for real. Absolutely worth your time, but fuck, it hurts your heart as much as your captain's balls in the end.

Concurrence by ember_firedrake (~2.5k) Mid s3. The first time they call each other by their first names. Now, that's not actually a thing I think they do, but, good porn and lower angst.

appreciation by nysscientia (~8k) Flint cultivates a certain aloof persona, but Silver sees right through it, and eventually they kiss about it.

Don't Fear The Ships (Fear The Black) by Farasha (~10k) - Silverflint use learning to sail as a coded way to flirt and talk about feelings (and eventually they kiss about it).

A Ship Is A Republic by Robotboy (~20k) A slow burn fic set during the inter-season sword training times. Love this dynamic, this author does power bottom Flint and sub Silver so fucking well.

deliverance is ours by the light of the stars by piratecaptainraven (3.1k) Flint sees Silver and Madi together, and doesn't stop watching when he should. They don't technically fuck in this, but its SO much pining, and the writing is poetic and gorgeous.

frail and fragile bars by ajaxthegreat (~21k) Possibly the hottest thing I've ever read, this rewrote my brain chemistry. Slow burn-ish. It captures that late season love and dependence and resentment and power struggle.

Cold, Dark, Depraved by notfelix (~10k) When fucking fixes absolutely nothing. This hurts in a way that feels, to me, similar to canon. I hate it (affectionate).

Opportunist by anonymous (~6.1k) This was part of the kinkmeme event (see below) and it fucking changed me. If I recommend one fic and only one fic to process the ending, it's this. It's awful. It's necrophilia and light cannibalism. It's the only thing I can imagine happening after, if Silver actually shoots Flint on that island. It makes me feel bad in the best way.

hand in unlovable hand by brinnanza, Jaynovz (~9.9k) Affectionately known as the worst ending AU, this is actually a great followup to the last one. How Silver copes, after Skeleton Island.

Bonus: AUs. I don't generally read AUs, but these two worked for me, in very different ways that still felt very silverflint.

did the twin flame bruise paint you blue by Jaynovz (138k) Novel length mod AU where silverflint broke up, and we see their relationship along two different timelines, before and after. Toxic fucked up goodness, lots of BDSM dynamics, bonus silvervane! All set in NYC.

holy ghost fire by ajaxthegreat (~52k) Appalachia horror au! The author clearly knows the area, and silverflint is already a ghost story, so it works really well. If you've ever been there you'll know how right it feels, if not, just trust me.

extra bonus: fic event collections and rec lists

kinkmeme

built on sand

beach blanket black sails

@jaynovz has also compiled a number of much more specific rec lists, which can be found at #jay's esoteric rec lists

[missvelvetsstuff]

The Situation Room

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: After a mission almost gone wrong, Tony brings back Bucky's former assistant, who is also Bucky's ex. Can they work together without hurting each other? Will the whole truth about their break up finally come out?

Avengers AU where Thanos never happened.

Chapter 1

Warnings: swearing, angst

After a rough nites sleep, Y/N woke at 6am and took a shower before heading to the kitchen for coffee and breakfast. There was a team meeting at 8am and she knew she needed caffeine to get through it.

She was sitting at the table with her coffee and a bagel when Steve and Sam came in followed by Bucky. She greeted them with a quiet good morning which had Sam pulling her out of her seat for a hug, winking at Bucky who rolled his eyes. Sam's friendship with Y/N had always irritated him and he just knew Sam was going to do everything he could to exacerbate the tension.

"Radar! How you been, baby girl? I'm surprised to see you back here, tired of Madripoor?" Sam laughed as he squeezed her.

Y/N shrugged "Are we really sticking with this Radar thing? I mean I love MASH but just because you're so predictable, Sammy, doesn't mean I'm psychic." She teased "There's too much going in Madripoor to get bored, I'm just doing an old friend a favor but don't plan to be here too long."

"Thank God for small favors." Bucky spat

She felt her stomach drop at his tone but just smirked at Bucky "Just keep your shit together so I can train you a new assistant and get the fuck outta here."

Sam laughed "I have missed you!"

Steve was more reserved, worried about how Bucky was going to deal with this new dynamic "Nice to see you again, Y/N" he gave her a small smile and nod.

Radar grinned "Same to you, Rogers."

Wanda and Nat wandered in chatting with Bruce trailing behind them. Nat stopped dead and put her arm out to stop Wanda "Is that who I think it is? Y/N? You're back?" She tried to temper the excitement over seeing her friend here in the compound after 2 years while picking up on the anger radiating from Bucky. She went to hug her friend "I didn't think I'd ever see you here again. Not that I minded our girl time in Madripoor."

Radar smiled, hugging her and Wanda at the same time "It's good to see you ladies. It's been 6 months since our last get together we'll have to tear up Manhattan when we can schedule it."

She smiled at Bruce and he hugged her "Glad you're back Radar, we've missed you."

A voice came from the hall "I hope you aren't planning a girls nite without me. I missed the last trip." Maria Hill walked into the kitchen and went to give Radar a hug.

Steve and Bucky were staring at the women, slack jawed until Steve spoke up "So you girls have been getting together regularly? How is this the first I'm hearing of this?"

Radar chuckled "Well geez Cap, it's girl time and you aren't invited so why would anyone tell you? Besides there's all kinds of drinking and swearing and general mischief making. Really not your type of party."

Bucky scoffed, glaring at Radar "So Nat, you and Wanda have been getting together with her, even after she- after what she did?" he shook his head "some friends you are." and stomped down the hall.

Radar shook her head and whispered under her breath "Yeah, what I did to him. Pffft."

Nat rubbed her back "You going to be ok working with him again?"

Radar smiled sadly "Yeah, as soon as I get his shit in order, I'll work to find and train my replacement. Then it's back to exciting Madripoor and the Power Brokers trail."

Nat hummed as she considered whether she should say what she was thinking and decided to push ahead "You could try to talk to him, tell him the truth about what happened."

Radar chuckled humorlessly "Right, he's obviously totally open to talking to me, thats why he says something nasty every time we're in the same room. He's no more interested in my side of the story than he was the day it happened. Sorry, Nat, sometimes you can't go home."

Steve poured himself a cup of coffee, wondering what they were talking about before switching to captain mode. "Meeting starts in 30, make sure you're all there on time."

Radar smiled "Don't worry Cap, we're on our way."

The ladies chatted for a few more minutes before heading to the conference room. They all sat together with Radar between Nat and Wanda while Bruce sat next to Nat and Vision walked in with Tony then sat next to Wanda.

Clint was behind them and smiled when he saw her "Radar! Welcome home." He patted her on the shoulder.

Radar looked at her friends on either side of her and smiled sadly at their happiness. She was thrilled they both found good partners but seeing them like that made her so lonely. She'd had no romantic interest since she left the compound. It felt like that part of her heart was broken beyond repair. There had been a couple of flings, a girl has needs, but nothing more than one night.

She had truly believed that Bucky was it and after everything still loved him, even if they couldn't be together.

Sam, Wanda and Nat had kept her up on the team gossip and while learning of Bucky's many women felt like a shot to the chest, she knew that was him acting out and would still do whatever she could to help him. He had worked so hard to make up for what Hydra made him do and his reputation had been trending upward but this last mission and the incident with the photographer made the public and the team's benefactors question him being there.

Radar took a deep breath to calm her mind, reminding herself that she would get him back on the right track, then go back to the wilds of Madripoor and probably never see him again. The thought of that hurt but she shook it off, that's how it had to be.

She jumped when she heard her name.

"Radar! I can't believe it's really you, never thought you'd come back." Nick Fury shouted with a grin on his face.

She smiled "Good to see you too, Nick. Enjoy me while you can because I'm just here to clean up a mess and train the next guy."

Nick chuckled "We'll just have to see if we can find a way to make you move back home permanently."

Radar smile at him sadly, why did everyone but him have to bring up keeping her here. "I don't think that's a good idea but I'm flattered you want me around."

Bucky and Steve walked into the room and Bucky scoffed "If she stays I'm fucking leaving. I'd rather give up my pardon and live the rest of my life on the Raft than anywhere near her."

Radar sighed "Yes Barnes, we get it. You hate me and wish I were dead. If you insist on reminding me every time we're in the same room together, I'll be convinced that you're still obsessed with me." she winked at him.

Bucky was sure steam must be coming out of his ears, she had a lot of nerve fucking with him like that "If you-"

Fury interrupted "Flirt on your own time, Barnes. This isn't speed dating, we have business to take care of."

Bucky sputtered and went to say something but Tony spoke up and interrupted him, not that he had any coherent thoughts to voice so he sat back, glaring at Y/N.

"Now that we're all here. The first order of business is notifying all of you that Radar has returned to help Barnes get organized and train her replacement. Once that's done, we need some excuse to convince her to stay."

Bucky groaned "please, god, no."

Radar shook her head "Don't get yourself in a tizzy Barnes. I told you, that's not happening." She looked at Tony "I told you that I'm leaving once I've trained a competent replacement. I can't stay here permanently and you know that. You all need to let that go cuz it's not happening."

Bucky sighed, relieved that she wasn't planning to stay. He didn't know if he could deal with seeing her all the time so he promised himself he would do everything in his power to speed things along. But somewhere, deep in his subconscious he dreaded the thought of her leaving again. And maybe never seeing her again. He still loved her desperately, the countless women he had gone through in the last 2 years gave him no peace, none of them felt or smelled or sounded like her and he was terrified that he would give in and beg her to take him back if she stayed too long. He was also terrified that he wouldn't and she would get away from him, again.

Bucky badly wanted to touch her, kiss and hold her, make love to her for hours like he used to. He could smell her vanilla body spray, the citrus shampoo & conditioner and the musk that was distinctly her. He could feel his body responding to being in close quarters with her again and was grateful for the table to hide his, ahem reactions.

Thankfully, Nick Fury spoke up "On to business. There's a facility in Belarus that was believed to be abandoned but is showing signs of activity. I need 2 people for recon. Any volunteers?"

Bucky raised his hand "I'm in if I can get out of here while....." he trailed off.

Radar kept her face emotionless. She was starting to think this was a mistake. As if the glares and cold demeanor weren't enough he had to make a crack every chance he had.

Just being near him was torture. She felt an empty ache in her chest and her eyes filled with tears but she refused to let them fall. She swallowed a sob down and whispered in a sing song voice "Obseeesed"

Bucky growled and she felt her panties dampen. His nostrils flared and he sat back in his seat, a death grip on the arms, before he took her on the conference table in front of the whole team.

Sam volunteered to go with him and Bucky groaned, he was almost as difficult to be around as Y/N.

Fury nodded and handed packets to both men "There we go, that wasn't so difficult. Since Sam's assistant isn't here, Radar will prep everything you need and be in the quinjet and in your ears when you go in. I suggest the three of you get some sleep, wheels up at 9 tonight"

Bucky shook his head "What do you mean she'll be in the jet? Starks tech is good enough that she can do it from here. Goddammit I want to be wherever she isn't so send someone else."

Fury glared at him "For a man who's over 100 years old you are acting like a fucking child, Barnes. Grow the fuck up and act like the professional you are supposed to be."

Nick's face turned up into a devious grin "You do realize that if you don't go, she doesn't either right? She's your assistant, your angel. If you had hired assistants without prioritizing their fuckability, you wouldn't be here. It's already decided. Go hit your rack while you can."

Sam chuckled as he left the room "You just can't win Terminator. Maybe the universe wants you crazy kids together."

Bucky sighed, no point in complaining any more. A mission with the two people he would least like to be around. Hopefully the intel was right and it would be a quick in and out. He went to his room to stretch out, knowing that sleep was unlikely.

Steve caught up with him in the hall "I'm just giving you some information and what you do with it is up to you." He lowered his voice "I heard Nat trying to convince Y/N to talk to you, she said something about telling you the truth about what happened that day. Maybe you should hear her out, listen to her side."

Bucky shook his head "What side? There's no side that makes what she did ok so there's not much point. I just want to get through this so she goes on her way."

Steve shook his head "Fine punk, it's your life."

Radar went to the armory to put Sam and Bucky's gear and weapons together and loaded up the quinjet before heading to her room for a couple of hours of sleep, if she could manage that much. She prayed to whatever gods were out there that this mission would be easy and fast.

Chapter 2

[emeraldvanfleet]

Hi all, I know it's been a while and this thing has been gathering dust in my docs for way too long but I finally found the time to edit and post it so here we go.

Thanks to @scarletvanfleet for helping beta read, tag, and pushing me to actually post this. Love you!

Summary: you and Jake recently confessed to each other that you're both into the idea of hate fucking. After setting up some rules the day has finally come where you get to bait the everliving shit out of him, and he gets to fuck you like he hates you.

Tags: Hate fuck, aggression, aggressive behavior, Dom/sub dynamics, teasing, baiting, spanking, choking, play fighting/kind of CNC, fingering (vaginal and anal f receiving), spitting, spit as lube, biting, bondage, restraints, pet names, blood kink (slight), nipple play, tit slapping, bdsm, pain kink, name calling, oral sex, fingering, scratching, slapping, vaginal (p in v) sex, dacryphilia (kind of) ,degradation, cum swapping, creampie, daddy kink (slight), aftercare.

Word count: 3.9K

Don't like don't read, minors DNI.

You had been bratty to Jake all day. Mouthing off at every opportunity, pestering him while he was trying to finish some work, and just generally annoying the ever loving shit out of him.

It wasn't something you did often, you usually let him be while he was busy but there was a motive behind your actions today.

You needed Jake to be mad. Not genuinely, not angry enough to start an actual fight. Just pissed off enough to give you a good hate fuck.

You had recently confessed to him that this was something that you were into. It had started out as a throwaway line, blurted out in the heat of the moment. You had yelled out that you wanted him to fuck you like he hated you and that had clearly lit a spark in him. Ever since that night he had hinted at it over and over until eventually you sat him down and discussed some rules.

Long story short, you would get free reign to pester him all day and he would be allowed to truly fuck you like he hated you. And so it started. By the end of the day you could practically feel Jake's blood boiling every time he looked at you and you simply smiled back.

The final straw comes when you teasingly run a hand across his shoulders as he stands hunched over his desk, desperately trying to focus on the computer screen in front of him in order to finish up what he is working on for the day.

“You’re so tense Jakey, why is that?” you laugh as your fingers lightly trace over his shoulder blades.

He doesn’t reply, but you can feel his muscles tense ever so slightly more. Discontent with the lack of attention you are receiving, you let your hand drop from his shoulders. Jake starts to let out a sigh, glad that you have seemingly given up on your torment, but before he can even finish his exhale your hand makes contact with his left asscheek. Hard.

He lets out a growl and spins around, grabbing you by the neck and pushing you against the nearest wall. His breath hits your face hot and heavy as he uses his free hand to pull down your pants. It’s clear he’s not playing anymore as he bites out "You think you're being funny huh? Well let's see how funny you think this is.”

His hand around your throat isn’t exactly cutting off your oxygen yet, but it makes escape nearly impossible. Not that you’re really trying. The pawing at his shoulders is all part of the performance. Your pants hang around your knees but your movements only make it look like you’re struggling against him. In reality they are ensuring that your clothes slip even further down your legs, making it easier to step out of them in a moment's notice.

His face twists from anger into a devilish smile as he plunges two fingers inside of you and feels how absolutely soaked you are.

"Oh… so you wanted this huh, you fucking slut" he grunts out as you soak the fingers working in and out of you. The stretch should have been slightly uncomfortable but you’re used to taking much more from him.

His grip on your throat tightens as he fingers you. Your breaths become labored and your skin prickles from the lack of oxygen. His eyes are ravenous but he's not using you hard enough yet so you smile back before you spit in his face.

There is a flash of shock that crosses his features. A moment of hesitation before the demonic smile returns to his lips. The fingers that were inside you just seconds ago come up to his face to wipe the spit off of his cheek. He looks down at his hand for a moment. He huffs out a laugh at the two types of fluids coating his fingers before adding his own glob of spit to them and shoving them back inside your leaking cunt.

You let out a gasp as his fingers enter you again. You feel so good and full as his fingers lightly spread inside of you that you nearly forget why you were even being an ass to him all day.

Jake reminds you as he takes the opportunity of your gasping lips to force his tongue into your mouth. The kiss is frantic and sloppy, you’re both fighting for dominance and when he presses his fingers into your g-spot he forces a moan out of you. You can feel him smiling against your lips, counting the sound as a victory. You bite his tongue in retaliation, making him let out a hiss and releasing your lips for a moment.

"You're not gonna behave are you?" He says, his lips fractions of an inch from yours. Even though he's got you by the throat you still lunge to bite at his lip. He moves back just in time and lets out a laugh. His grip on your neck tightened momentarily, more to hold you in place than to cut off your airflow but the result is the same nonetheless.

"Good, I wouldn't want you to. Makes it more fun to break you when you're like this”

You fight him all the way to the bedroom but he's strong and he knows just how to overpower you. He's trained himself to find your weak spots and use them to his advantage.He throws you down on the bed and quickly straddles you, ensuring you have no way to escape. You’re cursing and spitting at him as he ties your hands together and pulls them up over your head, securing them to the bed frame, making sure you can't escape. You try to kick him but he simply pins your legs underneath his own.

"I love it when you fight back." He smiles.

His words rile you up even more but he just looks at you as you thrash against your restraints. He's fully sitting on your legs now and the way he bobs up and down under your movements is almost comical. You hiss as you feel the restraints digging into your wrists when you give them an especially hard tug. He notices too and simply tuts at you.

"Ah ah ah, hurting you is my job puppy. Where's the fun in it for me if you're doing it all by yourself?"

He bends down, hovering his torso above yours, his hair falls like a curtain over both of your faces and his lips ghost across your own as he whispers "Do you want me to hurt you puppy? Is that what all this is about?"

You’re panting from fighting your restraints but he hasn't broken you yet. Not by a long shot. His lips are so close to yours and in a perfectly timed lunge you manage to capture his bottom lip in between your own and bite down.

The taste of iron fills your mouth and you grin, knowing that you’ve made him bleed first. He inhales sharply at the sensation but he doesn't retreat. Instead he deepens the violent kiss, making sure to spread his blood all over your mouth. Soon he is all you can taste.

As his tongue glides across your teeth you feel his hand caressing up your side. His hand cups your chest and his thumb swipes across your nipple softly, just once.

Then a sudden shock of pain makes you suck in a breath, releasing his mouth and gasping at the sensation. His thumb and forefinger have closed around your nipple and are pinching it hard. He sits back up and his grin is devilish, teeth and lips stained a dark crimson. He is beautiful and for a second all the fight leaves your body and you just marvel in the image of him above you. But then he releases your nipple and uses that same hand so slap your tit and all of the stubbornness returns at once

"You're such a little slut for pain aren't you puppy?" He laughs as he slaps your tit again. The sting heats up your chest and the feeling of his fingers against your skin linger long after he's moved away again.

"Don't forget to fight back..." he smiles, noticing how your body has gone slack after the hits.

you buck your hips up, trying to shake him off but he just laughs and scoots down your thighs.

"Oh, is this where you want me to hurt you next?” he grins, running his hand down from your chest, across the warm skin of your stomach down to the crook of your hip, and coming to rest just over your mound. “You want me to ruin your pretty little pussy for you? Well don't worry darling I'm more than happy to oblige…”

He moves faster than lightning. Before you can even realize what's happening he's gotten off of you and pinned your legs open and up against your chest. You’re completely exposed and he now has a clear view of your sopping wet cunt.

He lets out a laugh when he sees the slick dripping down your legs. Your clit is swollen and your pussy lips are red and puffy with excitement.

"Would you look at that. My little whore, so wet from getting slapped around a bit. Such a pathetic little slut." He's mocking you but for some reason your face flushes bright red and you can actually feel your pussy starting to drip more.

Without warning he drops his head down low and bites the inside of your thigh. You let out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan as you feel his tongue tracing the indentations his teeth left behind. He leaves a trail of bite marks from the backside of your knee all the way to the inside of your hip. His face is so close to your slit but right when you think he might run his tongue across you and finally add some pleasure to the pain he's provided, you feel two fingers spreading you open. The sudden intrusion startles you and the sensation of being so full again so fast is almost too much. You start to protest but your words die halfway down your throat as you feel him curl his fingers and instantly find your g-spot once again. It's a cacophony of sensations, the slight burn of the stretch combined with the pleasure of him pressing down on the bundle of nerves. His fingers scissor you open and right when you’re starting to get used to the sensation of being filled he pulls them out. You whine at the emptiness left behind and he chuckles.

"Such a needy little puppy. Even when you're way too full you still want more.”

You let out another whine but your desperation is quickly met by his lips wrapping themselves around your clit. His tongue swirls the nub a few times before he starts suckling on it, almost like he's nursing. You get lost in the pleasure for a moment before your senses get assaulted once again by three of his fingers plunging back into you. The stretch is almost too much but you can hardly focus on the pain with the way he's lapping at your clit. His tongue is pointed and flicking it back and forth like it's a toy to him. His teeth graze lightly across your hood every so often and when he goes back to suck the entirety of it into his mouth you can't help but think how grateful you are that he can't see your face from his position cause you know you must look like a desperate whore.

His fingers are pistoning in and out of you and you can feel the knot in your stomach tightening with every stroke. It's so much. You can feel every groove of his fingers against yours, the texture of his fingertips sliding into you. He's pressing into your g-spot with all three fingers at once. Your skin feels like static as his free hand moves up to your stomach and he rakes his nails down your skin. You try to warn him of your rapidly approaching orgasm but when he digs his nails into your hips you lose all ability to speak.

Your orgasm crashes through you and you can't help but squirt all over his face. He presses his fingers into you as deeply as possible as he feels your release land on his tongue and you can feel the vibrations of his moan against your clit as he laps up as much of your cum as he can get. No matter what position he was in, no matter who had the dominant hand during your love making, Jake would never give up on the opportunity to drink down your cum.

When he comes up for air the lower half of his face and some strands of his hair are soaked. His lip is still bleeding from where you bit him and the blood and cum mix on his chin and steadily trickle onto his chest. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide and you can see a snarl playing around his lips.

"Did I tell you you were allowed to cum, whore?" He bites out as he slaps you across the face with the hand he just used to finger you to your release. You gasp at the sting. You prepare to start up your string of curses once more but your mouth is quickly filled with the fingers that were just inside of your pussy.

"Clean" is all he says but the fight you had abandoned in favor of your orgasm returns once more. You lick the taste of yourself off of him for a moment before biting down on his digits. You’re not out for blood this time, you’re just aiming to rile him up even further. And your plan seems to work as he growls at the pain and quickly retracts his fingers from your mouth.

"Oh you're getting it now you little cunt" he snaps as his hand strikes your face and each of your tits once more. You don't have time to recover from the sting as he grabs you and twists you around so that you’re now on your elbows and knees.

"I knew you liked pain but I didn't know you had a fucking death wish" he spits as his hand hits your ass hard.

His knees press yours apart and one of his hands comes up to your head and pushes your face into the pillow.

"You're gonna stay down and you're gonna take me like the whore that you are, got it?" He snarls out but any reply you would give is muffled by the pillow case against your mouth.

You can feel his cock enter you fully in one long stroke. Despite the stretch that his fingers provided he still fills you up more than anything else. You clench around him as you feel your hips connect and the tip of his dick slides all the way up to your cervix. He groans as your walls squeeze him from all sides and you feel another slap sting across the skin of your ass.

"You're gonna be the perfect little hole for me puppy. Any more attitude out of you and I'll make sure you won't be able to sit for the rest of the week."

You moan into the pillow and clench once more. Another hit lands on your cheek and you can hear him groan.

"Fine, have it your way, whore"

When he finally starts moving inside of you the speed with which he pumps into you is frantic. It's clear he's abandoned all concern for your comfort and he's just plowing you like you’re his personal sex toy.

The thought almost makes you cum again.

He's fucking you so hard and deep you know he has to be bruising your cervix. you can feel him hit it on nearly every stroke and after a while you’re crying into the pillow but he's not letting up. You try to clench around him again but the strength is rapidly leaving your body. He still registers the effort however and another slap cracks across your ass. Your knees buckle at this point but Jake is unrelenting. He presses his torso against yours as he fucks you into the mattress.

"That's what I thought, little whore. You submit to me. You can pretend to fight me as much as you want but we both know that at the end of the night you're nothing but a set of holes for me to use as I want. Now, be a good little cum dump and take my load. It's what your holes were made for after all. Wouldn't want to deny a whore its purpose.”

You let out a cry at his words, another orgasm shaking its way through you at the thought of him filling you like this. Jake simply sighs "such disobedience. We really need to train you better. Maybe this will teach you to behave." You expected another slap somewhere on your body but instead he pulls out of your pussy and temporarily replaces his cock with his fingers again. You whine and cry out, begging him to put his cock back in and cum inside you but he simply smacks your ass again and tells you to be patient.

After a second he pulls his fingers out again, they're soaked in your own slick and cum and for a moment you think he's going to shove them in your mouth. But then as he plunges his cock back into your pussy you can feel one of his slick soaked finger press against your ass. You whine and use what little energy you have left to thrash against the bed but it's no use. He's fully overpowered you and you’re simply a set of holes for him to ruin.

The slow intrusion of his fingers in your ass combined with the neck breaking speed of his cock plowing into your pussy is enough to finally break you. You have no energy left to fight him. All of your muscles relax and you slump deeper into the mattress as you cry into the pillow, the continuous onslaught on your holes too much to bear. you can hear Jake chuckle behind you as your fading resistance makes it easier for his finger to slip into you.

"Now that's a good puppy. I knew you'd behave in the end"

You want to buck your hips and fight back but all you can do is whimper into the pillow as you can feel his rhythm starting to stutter. He's railing your pussy like his life depends on it and his movements are becoming sloppy. You let out a sob as he pulls his finger out of your ass and with a final thrust slams into your cervix once more. He releases his cum deep into your womb, fucking it in deep before pulling out and flipping you over.

He looks you over for a moment, a pleased look on his face as he beholds your tear streaked cheeks and the red marks he's left behind on your tits, tummy, and thighs. His eyes roam across your body, finally coming to land on your abused pussy, a stream of his cum and your slick steadily trickling out.

A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as you can see an idea pop into his head. You don't have the energy left to protest or even comment as he folds your legs up to your chest, lifting your butt off of the mattress and giving him ample access to your cunt.

He blows some cold air onto your puffy pussy lips and you let out a pathetic whine in response, the tiny noise a testament to the fact that he's fully broken you.

He runs the flat of his tongue all the way from your taint to your mouth in one long stroke, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

His hands which were resting on the back of your thighs, keeping your legs in place now come up to your core. He knows you're not gonna fight him now, he doesn't need to restrain you anymore. Instead his thumbs part your folds, exposing your stretched out hole to the open air. He admires the way his cum leaks out of you for a moment before his pointed tongue plunges into you.

You let out another sob at the intrusion, the overstimulation is becoming too much but he keeps fucking his tongue in and out of your hole. It almost feels like he's digging his own cum out of you, gathering it in his mouth along with your slick.

Once he's satisfied with the amount he's managed to lick out he drops your waist back to the mattress and straddles you once more.

His strong hand holds your face still as he forcefully pushes your lips together. The tongue that just seconds ago was digging into your pussy now swipes at your lips and your mind is so far gone that you just automatically open your mouth to him.

As soon as you do his tongue is in your mouth, pushing his cum onto your tongue, forcing you to take his load for the second time.

You can't help but let out a moan as the taste hits your tongue. The combination of the two of you together has always been your favorite flavor and to taste it like this is divine. The force in his kiss dissipates as you swap his cum back and forth. The violence in his touch melts into the comfort you're used to as your tongues slide together and you each end up swallowing about half of his load.

Your heaving breaths synchronize and slowly even out as you both come down from your highs. All the while Jake is pressing soft little kisses along the skin of your shoulder and neck

His clean hand comes up to undo your restraints and softly wipe the tears from your face.

"Are you alright my love?" He mutters into your skin as his hands massage your wrists.

"Yes daddy, never been better." You sigh out contentedly and you eagerly return the soft kiss he presses to your lips.

"God…We should have done this way sooner." He chuckles as his softening cock slides out of you and he wraps you up in a warm and comfortable hug.

"Hmm yeah daddy, do you like it when I annoy the shit out of you?" You reply with a laugh.

“Only ‘cause I know how much you get off on being beaten into submission afterwards my little slut.” He responds, pressing a tiny kiss to the tip of your nose.

"You're so hot when you're angry."

You both let out a laugh and nuzzle close. Reveling in each other's skin for a moment longer before he goes to run a bath for you. You’re nearly asleep when he comes back to get you and as soon as you’re settled in the warm water together and you can feel his strong hands wash you, you rest back against his chest and allow yourself to drift off in the arms of the one you love

The end

[licncourt]

The power dynamics between Louis and Lestat being a huge obstacle between the two ever trusting the other and reaching the kind of intimacy they both long for was so intriguing in the early books. So it was wild when Anne went full King Lestat mode and lobotomized Louis lol don’t get me wrong I love their romantic passages as well in later books but like in isolation and not so much because the books are actually good. How would you have liked to seen their power dynamics shift and change over time?

That's the perfect way to put it, I really do think the romantic moments work better with no context because you don't have to Know....

In general, I think it would have been nice to have a bit more fluctuation between them in terms of power and we missed out on that because of Anne's disinterest in exploring Louis' inner world. I think moments of hesitancy towards Lestat on Louis' part would have made sense, maybe some times where he isn't emotionally available or has priorities of his own that aren't Lestat. The Louis we saw in IWTV becoming basically a sure thing from their reunion on is a bit jarring, though I suppose there could be reasons for that. Ultimately though, he doesn't DO anything, his life is not passing the Lestat Bechdel Test. I wish his ENTIRE existence hadn't seemed to revolve around sitting around waiting for Lestat.

I'm so glad that Louis rejects Lestat's begging in TotBT because it's the only time there's any real pushback from him and I think it's crucial that Louis be that person in Lestat's life who will say no to him. Basically from TotBT on, Lestat is a the Michael Jackson of the vampire world and he gets his way with virtually everyone he encounters. In many ways I think the reason Louis can be a forever partner for Lestat over anyone else is because he can't be bulldozed the way others can. He knows and sees Lestat for what he really is in the deepest sense, but also loves him for who he really is. He doesn't succumb to force or to star power. I wish we had more examples in mid and late canon showing this side of Louis. He's a quieter personality than Lestat, but an equally strong one that provides a super important check on Lestat's overpowering will.

The thing I think AR did right though with what she set up is having Lestat ask Louis to come to France with him, having Lestat appeal to him to regain that relationship etc. It's a great way to establish this upcoming part of the relationship because of the reversal of the dynamic we've been seeing for so long. Until Lestat was willing to relinquish that level of power he's had since their reunion and put himself in a position to be rejected, they were never going to be on truly even footing again. Lestat allowing himself to be at a disadvantage for the first time is so crucial. If he's been radically IN control, he needs to be radically powerless too.

I would say that this kind of continues too in a less obvious manner. Lestat is wrapped around Louis' little finger in the PL books, absolutely pussy whipped and he kind of needs to be so that this feels satisfying at all and not sort of uncomfortable given the prior context. Even with the lobotomy, you at least never feel like he's getting steamrolled or in a bad situation or anything. He's clearly going to be getting what he wants from Lestat without even trying, he's doing just fine. I do wish there was a still-recognizable push and pull between them so so much, but with how the 90s and 00s books were written, I don't see another option tbh.

If more of that dynamic and Louis' personality had stayed intact, it would have been really fun and really interesting to see him take more of an active interest in his position as consort too. He has the personality, skillset, and personal history to be an deeply yet subtly authoritarian freak. I wish he had felt like a real counterpart to Lestat's immense physical and social power at this point in canon in his own intellectual way. This sort of mirrors what they had going on in IWTV, except before they were equally matched in opposition to one other with Louis using intelligence and manipulation for control and Lestat leaning into his brute strength and dominance. Seeing them take those traits and use them in tandem this time would be a cool full circle moment and have a still sweet and romantic but appropriately VC-dark vibe to it.

[howlsofbloodhounds]

In the most /lh way possible , I honestly don't really think fanon killermare is ' knock off ' colorkiller ? Like I mean , even Fanon [ Multiple fanon interpretations , there's many .] Nightmare is very different from Color and I think each ship has its own interesting dynamics , so calling it ' off brand [other ship] ' seems a bit . Generalizing to me ??

[ apologies if this is hard to read or comes off as rude ! ]

No I get you. I’m promise im just pissy and also on my period lmao.

But here’s the thing. here’s the thing; people give Nightmare Color’s personality. They give him shit he never did for Killer, the stuff Color did. The stuff he worked on and he risked his life for and he tried so hard to do. And all he got for his efforts was being pushed aside and ignored and only brought up to demonize him and dismiss him and look down on him.

Yeah, I’m talking about the whole “killer falls in love with nightmare because he saved him” stuff. No Nightmare didn’t and this interpretation is so popular people genuinely think it’s true and as a result don’t even know who Color is at all. And when they do find out they’re dismissive or use him as bait for a pointless drama love triangle.

Ive literally had to convince people to care about what was already canon and there because people gave it all away to Nightmare like they did everything about Killer’s character and story. His entire character in fandom revolves around Nightmare, there’s hardly ANY killer centric stories that don’t involve shipping or Nightmare and it’s annoying.

Nightmare is in fact very different from Color; and that’s the thing. Most interpretations I see of fanon killermare hardly seem like Nightmare. It’s basically just Color in Nightmares skin with more sophisticated language.

People take away every single part of Color’s character and achievements and give it to a fanon Nightmare with a bit of a “darker gothic” twist and then complain about how Color and his friendship with Killer is “boring.” And im like; of course you think it’s boring.

You gave everything about his character and color spectrum duo’s relationship away to Nightmare and Killermare for absolutely zero reason. And it’s precisely because of that I have to shift through Killermare after Killermare to get even a smidge of anything with color. People find any excuse to get rid of friendships and ignore it and I hate it.

Color saved Killer. Color is helping Killer. Color is who Killer trusts the most, that’s his best friend, that’s how Killer turns to for safety and protection and stability and the first person he genuinely believed cared about him, one of the most important people in his life. If he’s dropping to his knees and worshipping anyone it’s Color—and Color will pull him back up to his feet and offer him a warm hug instead. Not Nightmare. That’s been the narrative for literal years now and it’s not true.

I haven’t seen any fanon interpretations of Killermare I could get behind besides maybe two that doesn’t make me think “Color could literally be doing and saying this” and the only reason he likely isn’t is because the person doesn’t know Color exists or wants to demonize him and give away all his hard work to a canonical kidnapper and trafficker and abuser.

I’d rather see Nightmare grow and change as a person and actually do something to earn Killers trust and loyalty. I’m sick of it being freely given because people want to ignore his canonical abuse at Nightmares hands. And I want this change to happen precisely because Color challenges him and offers to help him too in the end when he needs it.

So basically: I hate that fanon Killermare often completely ignores what Nightmare did to Killer. I hate what it does to Killer’s character and story. I hate that it ignores Color most of the time or only to demonize him. I hate that friendship or queer platonic relationships aren’t cared about in this fandom as much as romantic or “found family” ones even tho Killer and Color are found family and so are the entire Chromatic Crew.

People are free to disagree and keep shipping whoever they want, that’s not my issue and i don’t want to ruin people’s fun even as i complain. I just wish Color Spectrum Duo, and Color, and bits of Killers canon got more actual care and respect and attention. And also please tag yalls stuff with the proper ships so I can chose not to engage with it (not directed at anyone.)

[livewithyura]

Hi!!! I’m new to Tekken fandom and this is my first time requesting! So can I request victor chevalier x reader (she/her and works for victor) General dating Headcannon (SFW)

Thanks! :3

Victor Chevalier x reader [ SFW HEADCANON ]

Answer : Hello, welcome to the community btw! I hope you enjoy your stay! ( even though season 2 is a pain in the ass LMFAO. ) Actually, I’ve received a loooot of requests about this man, so I’m picking your message because it had so many great details! You did a really good job requesting, so thank you! I hope you enjoy my little scribble, anon. 🙏🏻🤍

Slight warning : Age-gap

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You were part of the organization under Victor’s command — one of the younger, fiercely determined warriors he’d quietly been watching rise through the ranks.

At first? He didn’t pay special attention to you , you were just another fighter with something to prove. But the way you handled pressure, the way you challenged orders when they didn’t sit right… that caught his eye.

First real interaction? You called him out. Maybe in a strategy meeting — voice steady, gaze sharp. “With all due respect, sir… that’s not going to work.” Victor’s brow arched, that little smile tugging at his lips. “Hm… is that so, ma chère?”

After that, he made a habit of seeking you out. Training sessions. Tactical reviews. Quiet one-on-one check-ins under the guise of “mentorship.”

You tried to keep it professional. He didn’t. [ Don't be fooled by his stoic demeanour , remember when he said "I've got a lady I can't bear to keep waiting" . Yup this man mastered The Art Of Flirt lmfao ]

He's Always just a little too close, always slipping in a murmured, “Impressive work, mon cœur… but do pace yourself. I’d hate to see you burn out.”

The tension built fast . Long glances across mission briefings, sparring matches that lasted a little too long, moments after dangerous missions where his hand lingered on your shoulder just a second longer.

The turning point? A mission gone sideways. You were hurt, pushing yourself past limits. Victor was the first at your side, helping you to your feet, voice low and tight “You reckless thing… you’ll be the death of me.” And that’s when you realized this wasn’t just a mentor and his soldier.

SFW Headcanon

Victor’s first thought when you start dating? “Mon Dieu… what am I getting myself into?” You’re fire, attitude, memes, and late-night chaos and he’s soft-spoken menace, tailored suits, and old-school finesse.

You show him TikToks at 1 a.m. in bed. He pretends he doesn’t get it , but you catch him smirking way too often. One time you hear him mumble, deadpan, “It’s giving… what’s the word… slay?” You almost fell off the bed laughing.

Oh, you think you’re in charge? Victor’s smirk says otherwise , the second you walk into the room he keep teasing you all the time . Especially when you’re flustered. Victor , Leaning in a little too close with a low voice “Mm… I bet it doesn’t feel like this with that 'boy of yours' does it?” (He’s half-joking — but not really.)

He’s protective without being suffocating. If anyone so much as looks at you wrong, his hand’s already at the small of your back, guiding you away, gaze sharp and polite “Is there something I can help you with, mon ami?”

The age-gap dynamic hits hardest in quiet moments , when he’s brushing your hair back, murmuring, “No matter how hard you fight me, mon cœur… you’ll always be mine.” And yeah, his accent absolutely destroys you.

Victor is old-school romantic , Sends flowers “just because.” Opens your door, pulls out your chair, takes your coat. But also lets you call the shots when it counts , he likes someone who challenges him.

When you’re out together, he’s tactile! A hand at your waist, fingers brushing yours, lips near your ear when he speaks. Always making sure you know you’re his.

In public , He composed, sophisticated in front of you . But in private he's surprisingly soft. Kisses the inside of your wrist when you’re sad, tucks your hair behind your ear, whispers French endearments when you least expect it.

That voice during fights or reconciliations? You will not win. “Mon amour… come here. Let me remind you why you are mine.”

The arguments are legendary. You throw shade; Victor throws silk. “You can’t just buy my problems away” Victor with a wine in his hand “No, but I can buy the building they live in.” “Victor—”“Hush, mon cœur.” [ And he give you a kiss on the forehead lmfao ]

He spoils you endlessly. New phone? Check. Designer clothes? Check. “Victor, I don’t need all this.” “Ah, but I need to see you happy.” (and yeah, he’s smooth enough to get away with it)

Technology gap? Hilarious. You teach him how to use Discord and he teaches you how to sip bourbon without dying. “Why do you text with perfect punctuation?!” “Why do you… type in lowercase and send frog emojis?”

Physical affection is constant. Victor touches your back when you pass him. Kisses your temple when you’re focused. Runs his fingers through your hair while you rant about your day.

Jealousy? Subtle but deadly. Someone flirts with you? Victor appears beside you, wraps an arm around you, murmurs in French just loud enough for them to hear. They back off fast.

His biggest soft spot? When you fall asleep on him, mid-ramble, hoodie half-off, phone slipping from your hand — Victor just watches you with the fondest damn look on his face. “What am I going to do with you, mon amour…”

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