#and That's when it starts to get hard to differentiate him from dick especially

[hood-ex]

Does anyone else find it difficult to write Dick, Roy, and Wally in the same scene without giving them the same voice? Because fuuuck me. The three of them start to blend together in my brain and it's very hard for me to make them sound more distinct from one another.

[forcemeanakin]

Make you feel better.

•WARNINGS: SMUT.  Vaginal sex (female top), unprotected sex, blowjob, handjob, degradation kink, spanking, dirty talk. Explicit mentions of injuries.

Pairing: TCW!Anakin Skywalker x female reader.

Summary: You are a nurse in the 501st squad and General Skywalker needs some assistance. Only you could help him feel better.

Word count: 4.8K. This started as a blurb, but I’m incapable of shutting up. I haven’t stood up from my chair since 10am, so enjoy.

A/N: I’m so so so so in love with this man, it’s sickening. Scenario inspired by Ahsoka ep.5!. NOT PROOFREAD!!, english is my second language, so please be gentle. If there are any mistakes, pls let me know in private so I can correct them, thanks :) Also I have a serious issue between differentiating “in” and “on” situations, so bare with me lmao

Also first one shot since like forever????

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As a war nurse, you are used to treating the nastiest of wounds, the bloodiest of cuts, the vilest of injuries. 

You have chosen your profession out of love and vocation. As cliche as it might be, the true desire of your heart was to help people feel better: The plan was to specialize as a pediatric nurse, even becoming a doctor one day. Working at a hospital, maybe have a private practice with that medic husband of yours you often dreamed about. 

All of that was erased the moment war erupted. 

Fresh out of nursing school, every single one of your classmates, including yourself, were drafted to report to duty as nurses on the frontlines. The assignment of troops was random, but as if fate had decided, you were put at the service of the 501st. Little did you know, the job was harder than you had ever imagined it would be; and the constant bombing and deceased people you had to observe had nothing to do with it.

It was the general of the squad that made your job more complicated than it had to be.

General Skywalker. 

Well, it wasn’t exactly him, but the persistent crush you had on him. 

Needless to say, it was extremely unprofessional to be daydreaming of the person who was technically your boss. Even more unethical to be full-on fantasizing about his dick size when you were supposed to be suturing injured clones. But dammit, was it hard. So hard to be so close to his pulling presence and yet so far from achieving anything real with the man. Not that you had tried. Public rejection would be even more embarrassing than crushing on him. 

Anakin Skywalker hardly recognized your existence. Between his duty as leader on the field, his responsibilities as Jedi off-hours and the reduced sleep time he could squeeze in between battles, he didn’t have time to remember the name of one of the nurses of his legion. Especially when he never went to the tents himself; the god of a man was indestructible. 

Fuck, was he hot.

Just watching him scream: “Forward!” every day, as he ran directly to conflict with bravery was enough to have you dripping. His whole General image was your own personal definition of lust; his armor, the tone in which he would deliver orders, the frown he would wear until he had defeated each and every single one of his enemies. The smile he would flash whenever they won over a battle. Luckily, it was often.

But you had this idea that, out all of the medical staff, you were his least favorite. Maybe it had something to do with how social you were: always distracting his soldiers with jokes as you cleaned their cuts so they wouldn’t think of the sting. Or maybe it had something to do with how emotional you could get during your shifts: always fighting with your colleagues so they would treat the troopers as people, not numbers. Even if he had created a culture of trust among his peers, you weren’t sure if he appreciated that you caused so much trouble within the medical wing. 

You had endured a year of stolen glances, salivating at the sight of him from afar and lonely nights with just your hand. Cheeks would blush so fast whenever he would catch you checking him out, and maybe you were drunk on the smell of medical alcohol, but you swore that you caught him checking you out too once.

But that was long forgotten the next day, when he came back to being his same old cold persona. You forgave that aspect of him: the atrocities he had committed in the name of the Republic weighed heavy on his shoulders, slouching his proud figure whenever he had to face the reality of his situation. 

The same you had to face everyday.

“Who’s available?!” Yelling was the official way of communicating over here. You were finishing up a bandage on a trooper that had lost his left leg, meaning that you had to answer the call of duty.

The Ryloth takeover was more hectic than the squad had ever anticipated. Soldiers falling left and right, some didn’t even make it to the medical bay, just straight to the pseudo-morgue that was built to then give them a final resting place. 

“I’m almost ready to take the next one!” You screamed over the noise from the ships flying over.

“Ms. Dana.” Someone called you by your last name from outside the medical tent. “General Skywalker’s tent in 5.”

That made you drop the jar of gauze.

No one has ever been there, you thought. 

Outside of his skippy padawan and uptight master, Anakin’s tent had always been off limits to the public. His sacred place to unwind in peace. The ways he must unwind after a long day of battle…

“Ms. Dana!” That woke you up from a very explicit image of Anakin jerking off the stress away. 

“C-coming!” You choked. Grabbing your personal kit, you ran to the destination that had your clit throbbing with anticipation. 

You would see the sheets he slept on, the place where he storaged all of his robes, the shower that saw him naked every day. Jealousy of an inanimate object took over you as quickly as it left, making you feel stupid for getting angry at a room.

You almost didn’t notice that the battle was over, the only remnants of it were the people being moved in gurneys, the clouds of dust and the beaten up ships. Your outfit was probably not the best to endure the hardness of the Ryloth landscape: a tight, white buttoned up dress with a stupid little hat on top of your head. You hated the son of a bitch, it was ridiculous as fuck, but necessary for recognition among all of the personnel working in camps.

Anakin will think it’s stupid too.��

He will think you are stupid. 

The self-degradation stopped once you reached the entrance of his tent. Gulping exaggeratedly, you were unsure if to knock, announce yourself or wait until he was annoyed enough to come out and see you standing there like an idiot. 

“Come in.” It was his voice who cruelly cut the silence, growling. 

With shaking legs, the green fabric that formed his personal chamber was removed from your eyesight and you were hit by the delicious smell of him. So manly, so musty. It smelled like his cologne all over and you wished you bottle that up to spray it on your own sheets. 

It was less rewarding to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with an exasperated stare, analyzing your figure with obnoxiousness. You even cut short your eye-fucking tour of his body when you met his tired eyes.  Have you taken too long to get here?

“So they sent you.” He sighed, deviating his gaze. The evident disgust at your presence made you slouch timidly. You were a good nurse. The best one in the camp, if you dare to say. “I told Rex I’m fine. I don’t need assistance, it’s just a bruise.” His tone was harder than his words, surprisingly. 

“Well, now that I’m here, might as well take a look at that, huh?” Fighting through the devastating embarrassment, you proceeded to walk over his bed to place your kit. Biting your lip, you feared to ask the next question. “Shall we get started?”

He was one step away from rolling his eyes. “Fine. Just do it quickly.”

“Got it, sir.” Weird. There was no chilly breeze, however, Anakin had just flinched. “Care to show me where the bruise is?” 

He hesitated for a bit, closing his eyes with frustration. You were about to ask again when he exhaled with annoyance. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

“I would like to confirm that. Please, sir, the faster we do this, the faster I’m on my merry way.” You hated that he was desperate to kick you out, but apparently your compelling argument helped to accelerate the process. 

After seeing that he still felt fuzzy about checking the bruise, you decided to start somewhere else. “Let me get started with this cut over here. Looks pretty nasty.” 

You doubted if to take a seat, scared that it would be too close to him, but you needed the space to maneuver. Giving up to your internal fight, you sat down next to him and began by cleaning up the wound that escaped the fabric of his burgundy robe. 

“That’s nothing.” He mumbled under his breath, still not looking at you. 

Ignoring his attempt to diminish your work, you decided to also ignore your basic instinct to start a conversation to ease up the process. The internal alarms of survival were yelling at you not too. However, there was a moment where the alarms shut down, basically because every part of your brain shut down simultaneously and it was when you had to grip his bicep to make it stand still. Your fingers dug into the hard muscle, feeling how every little bit flexed under your fingertips, proving first-hand just how strong he was. 

“Done. Now I’m gonna clean the ones in your face.” You poured some alcohol into another cotton ball and turned to face him. 

Being face to face with Anakin Skywalker had been the most intimidating experience of your life and that hot as hell scar and mean frown didn’t make it easier. In fact, it had you clenching around nothing. You cleared your throat before slowly reaching out for his chin, pulling him to give you a better look of his dirty and exhausted aspect. 

He gasped the second the puffy ball made contact with a cut on his left cheekbone. You took that opportunity to bring him some comfort, despite your irregular breathing and overall tenseness. Rubbing your thumb along his jaw, you saw his pain decreased until the sting was gone. You moved to another cut on his forehead, repeating the process until you had treated most of them gone. When you swapped your current cotton ball with a new one so caught him looking down on your body. 

It’s this stupid uniform.

He sensed your eyes on him and quickly deviated them to focus on your irises. You gulped before continuing your beeline around his face, this time close to the scar you often fantasize about in bed.

“That one 's old. No need to worry about it.” He joked.

He joked.

Unable to form a coherent comeback, you limited yourself to give him a nasal laugh, demonstarting that you got it. 

“Thought you wouldn't be this silent. You’re more chatty with the clones.” He said, slightly tilting his head.

“I didn’t know you wanted me to talk.” You replied, this time with a little smile as a peace offering.

“What did you think I wanted?” He frowned, interrupting your cleaning.

“I thought you wanted me out as quickly as possible.” You stopped momentarily to accommodate his face once more into a position you could work with.

He let out a dry laugh. “It’s nothing personal. I just want to come back to work.” 

“You just came back from battle and want to keep working? Do you ever stop?” You joked back, feeling how the atmosphere inside the tent had changed. Feeling more comfortable, you switched your body a little, now your chests were aligned, just inches apart. 

“Hardly.” He clicked his tongue, gaze slightly dropping to give a quick sweep of your lips. 

“Well, you should rest. Relax. That’s an important part of recovery.” You advised him, finishing up the last cut. You took a cloth of your kit and used it to clean some of the dry blood and dirt off him. 

“Can’t stay still.” He shook his head.

“There are other ways to relax.” You shrugged your shoulders, taking that little pause to admire his beautiful demeanor. Those blue eyes could spell you into saying yes to basically anything. 

“Like?” He pushed, licking his lips as his intense gaze focused on making you feel smaller and smaller.

“Like…” You dirty minded bitch, think about something other than sex! 

Almost like he could hear your inner dialogue, he chuckled. 

“Like taking a walk or reading a book.” You finally came up with a pg-13 alternative to relaxing. 

“Could be.” He snickered. After his beautiful giggle dialed down, you felt the tension switching. Thicker. More intense. “More of a physical guy myself.”

Feeling the pull to his plump lips, you rushed to get out of the trouble zone. “Ready for me to see this world-famous bruise?” 

Your brain short circuited when he snapped his shoulder armor in one swift move and threw it on the floor. The next thing had you mentally panting and physically in shock: Anakin was removing his robes to expose his naked and bruised torso. The skin of his middle part would dip perfectly into breathtaking abs, not to mention the flexing of his arms became more evident to you without the stupid robe in your way. 

The reddened-purplish spot expanded all the way from the right side of his lower abdomen, all the way down the waistband of his pants. The silent gawking didn’t go unnoticed by him, a little smirk coming to greet your widened eyes. That woke you up enough to get moving.

“H-how-“ You took a moment to regain some composure. “How did this happen?”

“A droideka fell on me.” He muttered shortly, almost as if the portion of information brought shame to him.

“Alright, I’m gonna need to palpate the area to know if there’s any further damage.” You announced with more nerves than a medical professional should speak to their patients.

Because he was now standing up, sitting down didn’t give you the best height to disinfect some of the minor cuts that tainted his perfect tanned skin. 

“Sir, I’m going to need you to lay down for me, please.” Formalities came back as soon as you felt threatened by his overpowering presence again. 

“No.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’d prefer to stand, if it’s possible. Please.”

“Sure.” After all, it was your job to make the process easier for him. On the other hand, that meant having to kneel in front of him. That caught him off guard and almost backed down when you reached out to feel the tampered skin. “Please tell me where it hurts.”

Your little fingers began to poke around the wounded area, massaging the zones where you knew a more serious injury could present itself. It didn’t go under your radar the way he would have goosebumps whenever you looked up to him or groped him more firmly. Repeating over and over: “How does it feel here?” you made your way all over the part of the bruise that was visible to the eye. 

“Good. It seems like no internal organs have been compromised.” You announced with a little smile. Now the part you dreaded -and kind of expected- was next. “Uhm, I’m going to need to check the rest of the bruise to make sure you didn’t break your hip, sir.”

“Anakin.” He spat.

“Pardon?” You blinked rapidly.

“Call me Anakin. It makes this… easier.” He cleared his throat.

“Okay, Anakin.” You nodded. How you said the next thing so calmly was still a mystery to you. “So, I know this part may be uncomfortable, but I’ll need to remove your pants out of the way. Probably your underwear as well, if I need to take a better look. Don’t worry, I’ve seen enough male anatomy for this to be routinary for me-”

In the middle of your speech, as you dropped your gaze to prepare yourself for dipping your fingers under his pants, something snapped your attention. 

The gigantic bulge right in front of your eye line.

How you had missed such a tent while you palpated his abdomen was another mystery to you. 

“Uhm- I-” You choked, unwilling to look up. “I-”

Anakin made no effort to try and hide his wood. But what was the point? It was already there. You had already noticed it. 

Mumbling, you decided to continue being professional. It was a normal response after all. “I’ll go ahead and lower your pants, sir- Anakin, sorry.” You corrected yourself, but it was too late.

You had already seen the reason why he made you call him Anakin: his dick twitched the second you said “sir”. Now that was interesting. 

Your hand pulled down the brown pants, lowering his black underwear at the same time, only revealing his right hip, leaving the bulge quietly covered. Anakin’s chest rose uncontrollably, flinching every now and then when your hand would get too close to his boner, or when your warm breath would fan his exposed hip. When you finally dared to meet his gaze, to let him know you were almost through with the exam, you were pleased with the view above you. 

Rose pink cheeks, bottom lip trapped in between his teeth, darkened gaze fixed on your cleavage. It was the equivalent of liquid courage in human form. 

“Does this hurt?” You felt up another portion, this time closer to his groin. When he murmured a weak “no”, you inched even closer. “And here?” Same response. 

When you got to a point where your pinky grazed the bulge and he gasped, you knew this was the point of no return. 

“And does this hurt?” You asked, slowly palming the thick shaft that was threatening to rupture his pants at any given second. 

Swallowing harshly, Anakin refused to speak up a word. Instead, he let you carry on with your devilious plan. 

“And this? Does it hurt, sir?” You wrapped your hand around the still clothed member, rubbing faster and harder. 

He limited himself to closing his eyes, moaning on the low as your hand gripped his swell cock with more pressure and more confidence. Your ego was so high up in the sky that you had the impulse to rub your lips against the fabric already stained with pre-cum. 

“Sir, can I finish up the exam?” Your wide doe eyes were quite the contrary of your filthy intentions. 

Once he nodded with hooded eyes, you fished his veiny cock from out of the confinements of his underwear and tugged it out for you to admire all of its glory. It sprung free, the tip pointing directly at you, like it knew. Involuntarily, your mouth opened in admiration to such a big and thick frame. Anakin’s sly smirk made another surprise appearance at your gawking.

You were acquainted with male genitalia. But not like this. Never like this. 

So huge. So intimidating. So mouth-watering. 

“It’s almost like you have never seen one. Not as huge as this one, right?” You shook your head, biting your lip as you took in the whole image. You needed a minute to wrap around the idea that he was carrying this weapon everywhere he went.

Your hands -yes, plural, because you needed both to handle such beast- pumped fast to grant him the deliberation he so desperately craved. Yanking his thick shaft in between your palms had you pooling all over your white panties, like a goddamn slut. His hips were thrusting at the rhythm you had set, fucking your fist like he pleased. Feeling how he tensed his abdomen, the climax was closed.

Taking a last leap of fate, you stopped the jerking off momentarily and clutched the fabric of his pants down with both hands, revealing his whole lower part to your delight. His thighs, oh, his muscular thighs always did unholy things to you and to have them right there for you to grip was making you rub your own thighs together. Foreseeing what was to come, you let your hair down, losing the stupid hat.  

Digging your nails on the hardness of his leg, you licked the tip of his shaft, testing the water. The little drop of pre-cum you managed to catch was salty and warm, so deliciously milky. Moaning, you opened your mouth to lazily envelop his tip, rubbing it without interest, just softly teasing him.

“Look at you. Who would say that you would be so unprofessional, sucking your commanding general’s cock? Huh?” Anakin mocked you from his proud stand. “Miss little giggling nurse turned out to be a filthy cockslut. Salivating at the sight of my dick.”

You moaned, still pampering the reddened head of his cock.

“I could.” He chuckled, his thumb coming to caress your jaw just like you did to him earlier. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you stare when I walk by the medical tent? How you practically undress me with your eyes? Such a desperate slut. Begging to be fuck just right. Acting like you're not thinking about hopping on this dick while working.”

After giving a last open mouthed kiss on the sensitive tip, you opened your mouth and presented your pink tongue to him, for which he rewarded you with a smiling expression. 

“You offer yourself to make me feel better?” He cocked an arrogant brow.

Nodding, you let out a small, high pitched whimper to hurry him up. 

“Hope you know what you’re doing, baby.”

 And with that, he grabbed a handful of your locks with his gloved limb and the other one he used to tug your chin further down, making room for the rest of his cock. In the blink of an eye, he was fucking your throat raw, having no mercy for you or the tears that spilled from our eyes when he would especially far down. He emphasized repeatedly how he had to train you to take all of him in, that you were not properly ready to take someone as big as him. He even said it with pity, making fun that you hadn’t been fucking with real men. 

But he was here now. And he was going to take care of you. 

Even if you lack the ability to relax your throat enough for you to take the whole 9 inch monstrosity that was violating your breathing canal, he was appreciative of the way you gagged around him and the noises you made whenever the tip would hit a wall. He even praised the movements of your tongue on his underside, rewarding you with a little slap on your cheek. Anakin laughed when he heard your horny moan at the harsh action. 

Suddenly, Anakin stopped bobbing your head up and down his length, causing the mess of saliva that was covering both you and him to dissolve into a mesly string connecting you two.

“Let me see how well your other hole makes me feel, baby. Up.” As your legs made an effort to stand without shaking, Anakin returned to his previous seating position, this time manspreading to let his cock breathe in all of its glory. Patting his lap, he called you in like a dog. “Here.”

Dying of shame at the wetness that dripped from your inner thighs, you spread yourself until both your knees were at each side of his hips. Anakin glanced at the leaking juices and fucking grinned the brightest smile. 

“So wet just for sucking dick.” His index and middle finger retrieved some of the spill, playing with your sensitive nub on their way. He tasted the juices himself, licking his fingers clean. He hummed in approval, ripping your panties apart to have more access and drink up more of your arousal. “Pretty little pussy. Do you think it’ll fit?” He asked you with a narcissistic loop side smile, as he sucked some more off his fingers. 

“I don’t know.” You answered honestly, shaking at the ministrations of his hands around your ass.

“It will.” He reassured you, pulling your skirt up and entangling it just above your hips. “You’ll make it fit.” He put his hands behind his back, on the bed, yielding control to you. “Now show me how bad you’ve been wanting this. Ride my dick.”

Using his strong shoulders for leverage, soon your slick pussy was sucking up his length. The first contact had you digging your nails on his shoulders, fighting through the pain of the stretch, this position only enlarging the already swollenness of his member. Gasping with an open mouth, you fought to push yourself even further down. Skin to skin, you were feeling all of him in: every curve, every wrinkle, every twitch. Even after remembering the condom, you opted for not mentioning it. There was no way you could say goodbye to feeling him bare.

Anakin pulled you in by the neck, drinking in the scream you let out when you bottomed out. His lips tasted better than anything you had ever tried, so sweet by nature and salty because of the sweat. You just wanted more and more; anything he was willing to give you.

“Faster.” Anakin demanded; clasping to your hips to bounce you harder on him, to remind you that this was about him, not you. 

Obeying like the sub you were, you humped him faster, adjusting yourself to surround his shoulders with your arms so you could pull his hair. You knew he liked it by the way he purred on your ear, embracing your waist tighter to manhandle you better. The hug you were both entrapped in ended with his big hands holding both your ass cheeks, groping them in such a disrespectful manner: splitting them open, squeezing them until it hurt, slapping without any sort of consideration. 

“Mhm, just like that, baby.” He praised blissed out, his hand cruelly smacking your already red and abused rear. “You do know how to ride dick. So good, taking me so well with this slutty pussy of yours.” 

Chasing your own pleasure, you gripped him harder and grinded on his wood, rubbing your clit with his pubic bone. You whimpered when you felt the delicious shock on your clit, which only incentivized you to rock your hips even faster. You were close, so close to coming undone, clenching him like a vice. 

“C’mon, you offer yourself to me, to use you as I seem fit.” Anakin pushed you back so you could see him clearly. “I want you to bounce, baby. Bounce those tight tits for me.” 

Anakin removed three buttons of your dress, enough for him to get drunk on the sight of your boobs pressed together and bouncing, but not all the way exposed. Like instructed, you bounced on his dick like it was your job to do so, enamored by the view of him hypnotized by your jumping breasts. Your nipples would shyly come to greet out of your white top, albeit Anakin wouldn’t have the full show because of the fabric that still caged them. 

Tired of the partial view, Anakin’s hands left your ass and traveled to their next destination: your full tits. Without removing another button, he took in the weight of your boobs inside of his palms and played with your meaty buds like he had never seen a pair before. The rough movements of his hands around the fat caused your dress to open a bit more, basically leaving you naked for him. 

“They’re more gorgeous than I ever anticipated.” He muttered, before enveloping a peak inside his mouth and lapping at it repeatedly. “Seeing you with this lame excuse of a uniform it’s harder than going to war, baby. Craving a taste of you and not being able to do anything about it, it’s torture. Pure torture.” He moaned in a ragged voice, sucking in the same nipple with closed eyes, savoring it. 

“You- you wanted me?” You cried, sliding in more frantically.

You were so close and he had it in his hands to make you come in that same instant. 

“Baby, I’ve been dreaming about filling this pussy to the brim the second you were drafted.” He exhaled with a smile. “I hate seeing you with the clones: gifting them smiles that should belong to me, parading this cleavage around when it should be for my eyes only, showing off this ass when only I should know the feeling of it inside my palms.”

“Anakin! I’m coming! I’m coming!” You announced, simultaneously feeling how his dick twitched inside of you. 

“Let me feel it, baby. Come all over my cock. Indulge me.” This time it was you who took the initiative to kiss him, thinking this would be your last chance to savour him before this was all over. 

You convulsed around his dick, just like he asked, tumbling over his shoulder to regain your breath. Anakin followed short after you, shuddering as he spilled over, biting your shoulder to muffle his groan. 

After the aftershocks dissipated and you regained consciousness, the shame of what had transpired hit you like a train. Fixing your dress to cover more of you, you wondered how long you should wait before saying something. Luckily, Anakin broke the ice first.

“Next time you should keep the hat. I like it.” He chuckled, making you giggle as well. 

Needless to say, you were now expected to be in his tent every night after he came back from battle, split open for him, ready to take in all of the frustration of the day and make him feel better.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Nightwing is a little bit batshit sucks to be Jason (TW Torture)

"You know, I felt so guilty about your funeral not that Bruce actually told me, but I would have wanted to be there."

It was supposed to be quiet night after his duffle bag stunt the alley, and majority of the actual problems have finally understood that the Red hood meant business was someone to be feared.

He didn't expect Dick in full blue bird getup to be sitting on his couch sprouting bullshit.

"Dickhead get the fuck out of my shit, and I don't give half a one about whatever your bitching is about."

He doesn't even see him move.

His back collides with the floor pain shooting straight into his spine. He can't even gasp before Dick's escrima is pressed to his throat.

He swallows.

He looks up at his brother in a way it's easy to forget the power of Nightwing under hugs and laughter he's deadly.

Batman's first protege the leader of the titans one of few able to actually take down the Bat.

"I wanted to be excited Jaybird, My baby brother back, and all grown up, but I think you forgot the rules Little Wing."

All cheery like it's a daily occurrence to threaten your supposed brother.

He goes to speak a hand covers his mouth pressure enough to pop his jaw.

"It's my turn ok Jay? Nod if you understand."

He nods.

"Now I don't mind what you did to Bruce, I happen to agree he should have done something, I killed Joker and guess what he revived him." He says with a giggle.

"I almost happened to enjoy your little bomb under the Batmobile if only my Robin wasn't about to enter it." Is growled into Jason's ear.

Almost on instinct Dick pushed down harder the stick starting to cut off Jason's breathe, before becoming almost gentle.

"You understand don't you, I protect my Robin's especially when they are running around in my suit. I still will happily protect you Little Wing, but you had to hurt my Baby Bird."

"Timmy's fourteen and you're funny enough over the age of eighteen Jaybird and what does it say about me if a grown adult can hurt my bird without consequence?"

Jason won't beg the little Pretender deserved what happened every broken bone, the fear it was music and no matter how scary Bitchwing can be he won't apologize he will do it again.

Dickhead must see his lack of apology the escrima turns on. He screams teeth shaking as he seizes. Dick turns him to the side a gentle hand rubbing his back incase he gets sick. It feels like hours but must have only been seconds.

"To think that was the lowest setting, I had hoped that you would apologize but I was wrong." Like a parent with a misbehaving child.

"It's ok, plan's can change, I'm gonna do it one more time, not enough to kill you of course! But you will be very uncomfortable when you wake up."

Laughter that would be hard to differentiate from a certain clown.

"You will learn though no one hurts my baby bird, especially not you."

It hurts so much, he bites clean through his tongue a scream cut of as vomit spews onto his floor quickly joined by another liquid.

He passes out to the sound of Dick's quiet humming and a hand running through his hair.

[scrollypoly]

If you haven't already, Ben for the nsfw alphabet 😳

It took 3 days since i started this for you guys to ask me about ben, yall should know i'm one of the biggest ben simps on this gd hellsite, i'm so disappointed in all of you 😤

That being said I now get to talk about my baby boy~ 🥰

Friendly reminder that my ben is very different from the generally accepted canon, and if some things confuse you, you can always shoot me an ask or dm, or go through his tag or my masterlist for a couple posts talking about him. A big one that i will bring up here tho is that Ben and BEN are two separate entities that share a body, and i distinguish between the two of them. I will be writing for both of them here, and when it comea up, I will differentiate between them by making BEN's notes green for you guys. Also, my Ben is trans, these hcs will reflect that.

Now time to gush about my baby 😫😫👏🙌

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS - DO NOT INTERACT, you will be blocked

Ben Drowned NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is very important with him, because if he trusts you enough to have sex with you, you need to affirm it. He can have severe drops from his ptsd and get overwhelmed easily. Thankfully its not hard to calm him back down and assure him, just give him a good sturdy squeeze and soothe him a bit, reassure him that he's safe with you, and after a couple minutes of that he'll be good to tell you if he's okay to keep going 💕

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Being dead and forming his own vessel to use as a body, he got to pick how he wanted to look. Very lucky for him, because he likes almost every part of his body. Especially his eyes tho, he has his mom's eyes and now that she's dead its one of the few things he has to remember her.

On you? Boobs, if you're a woman. He also loves thighs and your neck, very fun to bite and suck on. Or just snuggle up into 🥰

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

His dick isn't technically real so most of the time, unless you've been working him up bad or edging him, he fires blanks He is a squirter though 😳💦

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's a dirty panty thief, none of your laundry is safe. He is pretty shameless about it too, if you catch him, he'll tease you for it 😤

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Ok listen . . . This boy is not inexperienced. However, most of the times he has done anything sexual previously was as a way to manipulate victims unfortunately. So in terms of an equal and enjoyable sexual encounter?? This boy is lost, but he's eager to learn 👀👉👈

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He doesn't have too much of a preference, but he likes to lay back and see you on top. Cowgirl, reverse missionary, amazon, any of them work cuz he loves the view 😏

BEN however is flipped almost. BEN is more dominant and will pin you down on any surface and leer over you and watch you freeze up or squirm 😈

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Def someone more casual and goofy, he knows he's nowhere near smooth enough to be all serious and sexy so why bother 🤭

BENs a bit more serious, mostly cuz it's more intimidating, so if it jokes around with you it has this weird threatening undertone thats pretty much designed to throw you off, and he plays it off pretty well but inside he's laughing his ass off cuz its so easy to fluster you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean but he doesn't care much to trim. He prob will if you ask nicely tho 👀😏

As for the carpet matching the drapes, well, he's not a natural blond. Take that as you will

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

The two of you will only have a sexual relationship if he trusts you a lot, so that intimacy will already be there. Like Jack, Ben is demisexual, and has some severe trust issues, so the intimacy is a prerequisite for a relationship with him. He's very clingy and affectionate, and that translates to sex as well. He's very touchy and doting and will absolutely melt at any gentle touch you give him 🥺

BEN also needs a lot of intimacy to be in any kind of sexual relationship with you, but being a sort of protector of Ben, it needs far more trust with you, and has also never really had a chance to receive or process any sort of physical affection. It will be more of a hard ass for longer than Ben would, but once you have proven to him that it can trust you, it will slowly open up to you. Once BEN realizes it can safely have this kind of physical intimacy, it might fry a little bit tbh, but it will get so soft and gentle with you. He treasures you now 💞💖

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He gets so shy when he masturbates oh lordy He has to drop the glamour when he does it cuz his glamoured dick doesn't get that much sensation, and thankfully his dysphoria isn't too bad anymore, but mentally its still an Experience™️ to get off with a vagina when he's so used to having a dick. He gets really flustered and tbh it makes the sensation much stronger, and it's really hard for him to be still. His whole body goes into it when he masturbates.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

If you both be careful, he'd love to choke you, just make sure you have a safe word or signal so he doesn't go overboard.

He also has a bit of an oral fixation, and it shows cuz he will kiss and nibble and suck on you so much. Let this boy suck on your fingers, he will be such a good boy for you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Please just a bed jfksjfk Or his desk 👀 he def would not mind that either 🥴

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

If you dress up for him, there's no going back, his pants are off, you are getting thrown onto that bed, and you cannot get out of this no way sir, nuh uh, he is on top of you and kissing down your neck like you are air that he needs to survive 😩

Sending him any form of nude or audio will also make him go crazy and if you do that, be prepared for him to pop out of your phone and show you how much he appreciates that~

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do Not ever choke him; I wouldn't even recommend putting your hands on his neck. I wouldn't recommend any impact play on his upper body or arms either, it's just too close to the abuse he used to receive. If he asks for it, anything below the waist is okay though. I wouldn't restrain him without his enthusiastic consent either.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This boy could go down on you for hours if you asked. He has a slight oral fixation, and by golly he knows what he's doing down there too 🥴🤤

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Tbh he lets you control the pace most of the time, but he doesn't like to go too fast, he'll just kinda bounce you on his lap and watch your head roll back and be content~

BEN likes to go a bit faster and rougher, it's just that demon-like instinct

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hell yeah, come sit on his lap and ride him rq while he's playing a game, he'll be putty in your hands

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Open to public risks, but not many more.

BEN is far more open to public stuff because he's a possessive little shit.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Decent, he doesn't really do much working out so for what its worth he can last 🤭 Him not being as sensitive helps more tho, but having other pretty sensitive spots on his body that you can exploit evens that out

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a few, might have stolen them might have not 🤭🤫 Hes got a bullet vibrator and a couple of different dildos, and somehow he managed to get his hands on a stroker, just in case

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He can be a tease~ He's very touchy and that's usually how he'll get ya, he'll sneak up behind you and start rubbing down your sides and playing with your neck

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Noisy boy lol, very whiny and groany and breathy. He might babble a bit too, if you get him too much into a space

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Listen I know everyone talks about how sensitive his ears are, and I hate to disappoint, but my Ben is not elf like 😔 He doesn't have the pointed sensitive ears you can play with, he's just some guy

His neck is sensitive tho 👀

Technically since hes also *technically* a demon, BEN can have cycles

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Alright This is where the bulk of my trans headcanons come out, yall ready?

BEN is, physiologically speaking, a demon. It was not born a demon, but when it was created, the digital process resembled the arcane process of creating a demon just enough that it developed those traits. That means that BEN has a shifting or glamour ability.

Ben's dick is not real. I'm so sorry to say. It feels real and looks real, about 6.5 inches and very pretty, a nice vein underneath thats a little more sensitive. It feels real to the touch, but because it technically isn't, it's not nearly as sensitive as a real dick would be unfortunately. The good(?) news about this is he can't be overstimulated this way.

Depending on how bad his dysphoria is, he might be okay with having sex without his dick. He hasn't had any hormone treatment or surgeries, he didn't have to after he died, so he has a normal vagina. Usually, he keeps his dick out as long as he can, but if he gets too weak or exhausted his glamour will drop. If he wants to keep going after that, most likely he will strap up.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive isn't super high, but it is pretty easy to get him worked up.

Unfortunately though, BEN has a very very low sex drive. It wasn't really programmed for that, and most of the time for it, sex is an act of service or manipulation. The thing that really gets it going tho is the trust and intimacy of it, which does make him crave it more.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you wear him out, yeah he can probably fall asleep with you. He's such a cuddle big from being touchstarved most of his life, he really likes being able to be close and frisky with you like that and then just curling up in your arms and feeling good and safe and warm. Both of them do. Its very pleasant and reassuring to him, and it feels so safe.

If its during the day though, and you both have things to do, you'll prob still cuddle for a bit, but then its time for work

[littlesniggy]

Could you pls do a general nsfw for Gaban and Rayleigh separate

Hey Anon! Thank you for the request :) Please enjoy the headcanons.

Warning: nsfw, 18+

Characters: Scopper Gaban, Silvers Rayleigh

Scopper Gaban

Gaban is a confident, honest and straight forward man so he prefers someone who is confident in how they look and what they do. They don’t need to be the best looking nor the sexiest nor the most intelligent if they just are at peace with themselves; because this way sexy times will be a lot more fun for the both of them.

Honestly, I can imagine him being quite a prude when he was younger; he was interested in sex but when it came to the deed, he could get quite nervous and it didn’t make it enjoyable for him at all. This changed when he met someone who pushed him to explore all the fantasies he had and get more comfortable with being intimate.

That’s why now, it’s quite an adventure to have sex with him. He’s had a lot of experience in bed; some casual one night stands or something more long-term as well but, since he’s a pirate, he can’t stay in a healthy relationship with anyone who isn’t on the ship as well. But over those years, he has learned how and where to touch his partners. His hands are magical and they make his partner moan with every inch of new skin they caress.

His hands are calloused and rough, making his partner shiver and long for more. He loves seeing them writhe underneath him with just his hands, not even touching them in the most private parts and letting them beg for more.

He’s not really into bdsm, tying his partner up, or whatnot; he prefers if they are able to touch him as well, explore his skin and especially his dick. He loves receiving a hand-/boob-/blowjob. He likes lying on his back, his hands crossed behind his head and watching his partner go to town on him. Anything is fine, really.

His favorite position is the reversed cowgirl; his partner holding onto his muscular thighs, nails digging into his skin, loud and uncontrollable moans, all the while he is just watching them move on his member, giving him the perfect view on their ass.

When they ride him like this, he loves to get up at one point, wrapping his arms around their torso, his hard abs pressing against their back and then finally thrusting into them. He loves being so close to them, his lips skimming their neck, licking and biting them while he fucks them from below.

Another position he likes is him standing up, his partner bent down, his big and rough hands holding their hips while he thrusts into them. It’s mostly hard and primal so he usually chooses this position when he’s been stressed and needs some quick release.

He’s not the biggest talker during sex but he likes to curse a lot! I don’t mean some swear words here and there, I’m talking full on cussing whenever his partner makes him feel especially good. While he curses, he grabs their flesh, squeezing it and groaning in pleasure.

Silvers Rayleigh

Rayleigh’s had a lot of experience as well but different to Gaban he’s always been smooth and content. He enjoys sex and doesn’t just see it as something to kill time. He likes to take his time when he is about to get intimate with a partner. He is a good talker and he knows what and when to say it, making it oh so pleasurable just to hear him speak. That’s how he gets most of his partners; his appearance is just a plus.

Since he likes to take his time, he also tries to extend foreplay as long as possible, wanting to make sure his partner knows how much he appreciates their body. And it doesn’t get boring either! He always finds new, intimate and pleasurable ways to tease his partner; differentiating between hard grasps and tender caresses.

He’s also a really good kisser so his partner should feel lucky whenever he kisses them since it will make them see stars and they will crave him even more. Speaking of his mouth, he’s a master at giving oral. He knows how to put this tongue and lips to work, knows all the sensitive places and he has them moaning his name long before he even starts to get really started. I’m talking about licking, sucking, biting (not too harshly and if they like it), his tongue will explore places his partner never knew could be touched by this muscle!

When they’re all worked up, he will start using his hands as well, making it almost impossible to keep composure underneath him. That’s when he starts teasing them by telling them what he’s doing, how wet they are and how much he knows they want him. And all with that sexy, raspy voice that drives his partner crazy. He’s a smooth talker, yes, but he’s also a dirty talker. No name callings, just describing what he is doing/ wants to do.

When he knows things lead to sex he prefers giving oral but when his partner just wants to do him a favor, wants him to relax, he loves if they help him out. He is sitting in an armchair, arms on the armrest and he is just watching how they work his dick with their mouth. He’s not a fan of deep throating; he prefers if they go like half-way and work the base with their hand. He tried it once when his partner took him in all the way and sure, it was amazing, but he thought it wasn’t as intimate.

His favorite position would be “The Om”. It’s intimate and he can kiss them. Missionary is a go-to as well but it just does it for him when he is sitting on the bed or a chair, him buried deep inside them, slowly thrusting upwards, while their body is pressed against his and their legs wrapped around his waist. His lips will capture theirs every chance he gets.

Rayleigh likes someone who is a little feisty and can give him counter. That’s when he likes to disciple them; by spanking, orgasm denial, or his favorite: making them feel embarrassed about what they want him to do. He has them spell it out word for word and he won’t give it to them until they tell him in every detail what they need. But that’s not the norm and he thinks if he does it too often it will lose its appeal. But they shouldn’t worry; he has plenty other things he likes to do to them.

[rachelgreyisgay]

My Stupid Rachel Headcanons

1. kate called rachel sweet girl in 811, and when rachel was brought to 616 she started calling kitty sweet girl and now it’s their term of endearment

2. rachel likes milfs

3. rachel wears her hound uniform but in red bc mojo used it against her...she wants to reclaim it and have that uniform associated with good so that no one can use it against her again

4. i have this scene in my head where brian and rachel are butting heads and brian is trying to get a rise out of her and rachel goes “i don’t have to prove that i have a bigger dick than you, i already know”....blah blah blah something about rachel not having a big dick and then, after thinking through how mad it would make brian, “...that’s not what your sister said” like a petty little bitch

5. rachel only feels like she’s home on three occasions: when she’s in kitty’s arms, when she has the phoenix, and when she’s among the stars

6. rachel unronically wears cargo shorts

7. kitty made her wear that stupid cape that one time, and she only agreed bc kitty designed it for her

8. rachel drinks orange juice straight out of the carton

9. all of rachel's things can fit in a duffel bag. and she doesn't like unpacking that duffel bag.

10. rachel hasn’t slept through the night since she was a child and she often gets up in the middle of the night and eats. this brings about many late-night conversations with other x-men

11. rachel may be on decent terms with logan, but she constantly reminds him that he tried to kill her

12. “you kiss my mother with that mouth??” being said to logan

13. the word “bub” is in rachel’s vocabulary because of logan

14. kitty left piotr at the altar bc subconsciously she knows she loves rachel ARGUE WITH THE WALL

15. i legitimately can’t remember what comic this is from but everyone was supposed to be wearing red and someone asked kitty “where’s your red?” and i can’t remember what kitty said, but idc she said “at home” and she 100% was talking about rachel

16. RACHEL. ADORES. HOPE. this woman has spent her whole life yearning for a family and you’re gonna tell me she didn’t jump all over the fact that she has a niece?? smells like bullshit

17. rachel’s strap is red, duh

18. rachel didn’t know to land in london after escaping mojo, she just hoped really hard she’d make it home. and somehow that brought her to the exact place kitty was

19. rachel calls jp “boober” only because it pisses him off

20. franklin is rachel’s beard. she needed companionship in the camps and there weren’t many ppl to pick from. she does love franklin, but in the way that she loves kurt. not in the way she loves women.

21. rachel has trouble differentiating between romantic and platonic feelings. this is why she confuses her feelings for kurt and franklin. she’s never been shown consistent support and affection from the people she considers friends, so she thinks that when others do that for her it must be romantic

22. rachel is a massive nerd. major star trek and star wars fan. she definitely made kitty and kurt dress up as luke, leia, and han with her.

23. rachel keeps threatening kitty with the idea of shaving her head. kitty is convinced they’re empty threats. they are not.

24. rachel definitely had a crush on illyana. but she also had intense feeling of wanting to be her.

25. rachel gets fucking bent whenever nathan refers to her as his little sister.

26. way way way in the future kitty and rachel head their own team and they go by captain grey and captain pryde...needless to say most of the team is queer.

27. “is that my mom or your mom?”

“does it matter?”

“it matters. my mom never tried to fuck our dad’s brother.”

28. even when she’s not the phoenix host, she keeps her close by wearing phoenix inspired jewelry. a necklace. and arm cuff. a single dangly earring. an ear cuff.

29. rachel has issues with being physically affection to most people.

30. rachel doesn’t like when people touch her without her consent. especially her neck and torso.

31. rachel made a telepathic bond with kitty just like she did with nathan, but she often regrets it bc she hates feeling how hurt kitty is when she can’t fix it.

32. rachel constantly wonders what about her makes so many men approach her and flirt with her. she’s a tall, muscular woman with a mullet who consistently dons massive spikes and mainly non-feminine clothing. what about her says she wants a man’s attention??

33. ray has major resting bitch face.

34. rachel has called brian a pig on many occasions.

35. john grey was the only member of her family that rachel felt really loved her as family.

36. rachel worked with hope prior to her becoming the phoenix bc scott is incompetent.

37. rachel can’t fucking cook (sorry babe) but at the same time, when she first came to 616 she was always hesitant to eat food others made for her.

38. rachel hates the feeling of being drunk. not having complete control of her body reminds her too much of how she was drugged as a hound.

39. but she is a stoner gay

40. rachel has experienced her mother dying multiple times. her bond to her mother transcends the multiverse. and somehow, it gets worse every time.

41. rachel refuses to have any biological children. she’d be open to adoption or her future partner using a surrogate, but honestly has no plans or urge to be a mother at the moment.

42. rachel is a fucking FLIRT.

43. rachel and ruby met and are best friends you can’t convince me otherwise.

44. although she doesn’t necessarily want children, rachel is actually pretty good with kids.

45. rachel hates cops.

46. rachel will always show up to an event dressed better than you (unless you’re emma. emma would win that competition)

47. i’m legitimately stuck between wanting rachel to have no genetic relation to scott and rachel having three biological parents. if she is related to scott, she has his eyes (this one is 100% stolen oop)

48. rachel threatens to snitch on remy to anna marie whenever he fucks up

49. rachel is fucking tough. but that doesn't mean she doesn't cry. she cries quite frequently because of how her emotions and trauma can overwhelm her.

50. rachel constantly wonders why she’s in 616. she originally thought it was her own fuck up, but the phoenix sent her there outside of her control. she feels like she has no purpose. but even still, she vows to keep fighting for mutantkind so they won’t suffer the same fate mutants did in her world. she never realizes that she did exactly that and that it was her purpose all along. if she never landed in 616, she never would’ve become mother askani, and nathan would’ve never lived to raise hope if rachel weren’t there. rachel was integral to bringing the mutant messiah to where she needed to be. and rachel hasn’t realized that she is doing more to protect mutantkind than most. she still feels lost.

51. rachel is a leftist. you want me to believe that she lived through a genocide and came out a centrist? bullshit.

52. this isn't even a headcanon bc she did it in excalibur but she braids her mullet when getting suited up and it looks like a rattail.

53. kitty and rachel 100% recreate that one picture of the women doing their makeup:

and it stars with kitty on top, but kitty can't do makeup for shit (still love you, though) so they switch and it sends kitty into a gay panic.

54. out of everyone in the summers-grey clan, nathan and rachel have the best bond and relationship. although it's not super lovey and affectionate outwardly, they always have each others' back and know they can rely on one another. and they bully the shit out of one another. that's what family is for.

55. fellow lesbian laura teases rachel about her crush on kitty all the time. they also go to gay bars together.

56. while rachel is a butch lesbian, she can rock a mini dress and heeled boots like nobody else (especially if they're leather). but she tends to wear a suit when attending formal events.

57. if she can wear big stompy boots, she will wear big stompy boots. bonus points if she can stomp on someone in them.

58. she loves the 80s. 80s movies. 80s fashion. 80s music. she also has a crush on joan jett.

59. rachel is constantly tucking kitty's hair behind her ears.

60. rachel absorbs the phoenix indefinitely, marries kitty, and fucks off to space and lives happily ever after.

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Oh, Loverboy: Part 5 (Everyone x Everyone, Star x Fem!Reader Centric)

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Warnings: slight smut, handjobs, tiddies, implied threesome, cursing

Word Count: 2.2k

You'd managed to drag Michael and Star away from the main cave, back into where your own room was set up. Away from the common room where any of the boys could interrupt. It was down in the tunnels, a maze of hallways and dead-ends. You'd grabbed a torch to light the way, and stuck it in the barrel outside your room. 

Your room was one of the fallen hotel rooms, one of the only ones that had survived. You could still see pieces of the fading wallpaper in some places, but most of it was made out of rock. Your room was mostly untouched, with posters, a beanbag, your bed, and all of your records in the same place they'd been the last time you'd slept over. God, it felt like forever ago since you'd slept over.

You'd used your lighter to start lighting some of the candles, letting your back be turned to the two brunettes. You didn't know what the plan was. If you'd lend them your room for privacy's sake or- You swallowed. You didn't know why you felt nervous, and your head instinctively tilted when you heard the whisper of words. You tried to focus on it as you held the flame in your hand, lighting enough candles so the three of you could see. You nearly jumped when you felt a hand stroke down your back, and you turned to see the dark brown eyes of your girlfriend. She leaned in to capture your lips, a short, chaste brush of your lips. You stared at her, before you leaned in to do it again. You flicked your lighter closed as her hand snuck up to hold your jaw, and you could already feel yourself melting when she pulled you in again and again. Finally, she broke away to ask,

"Do you want to stay?" And you pulled away enough to let your eyes graze over her face. You glanced at Michael then, who was sitting on your bed. He was taking off his shoes, half-pausing to watch the pair of you. You reached out absently, running a hand down her arm. Part of you was curious, even you had to admit that. She'd talked the brunette up, and you wanted to see if there was truth behind her words. 

"Does loverboy want me to stay?" You asked, giving him a small grin. You watched as he flushed, quickly turning his eyes back to the task at hand at being mentioned. The girl in front of you grinned back, leaning in to press a few lingering kisses to your cheek and down towards your jaw.

"He likes the idea." She whispered in your ear, and you giggled as you leaned in to catch her mouth. You pulled her close by her waist, holding her for a moment. She ran a hand down your arm, before she was reaching back up to cup your neck. You smiled into the kiss, letting her tilt your head and deepen it. It took a moment for either of you to pull away, and you looked over to see Michael quickly glance away.

Michael was gentle just like Star had described. You'd moved and sat on one side of him while Star took the other, and you giggled when you caught his eyes. You'd seen the way he'd wet his lips, but he was still. He didn't seem to know where to turn his attention, either towards you or the other girl besides him. The pair of you grinned, and, for a moment, David's words flashed in your mind. They're like a pair of hyenas, those two. If that was true, then Michael was your prey. Trapped between the two of you and not knowing who would strike first. Ready to be devoured.

You moved first, deciding to put him out of his misery. You smiled softly and gently cupped his face. He turned to face your direction, and your other hand crept to hold his jaw. You pet it gently, trying to calm any of the nerves his blue eyes held.

"You alright, loverboy?" You asked, a teasing tone in your voice to keep the mood light. He gave you a smile, nearly turning his head away as he rolled his eyes. You couldn't help your growing smile, especially when his own was blooming on his face.

"You gonna call me that while we do this too?" He asked, and the pair of you giggled. You liked this side of him. The sass. You pet his cheek, humming for a moment before you said,

"Maybe." You started, wetting your lips as you looked over his face. Really, Star knew how to pick them. He was handsome even up close. And, when you reached to play with a strand of his hair, you found that it was softer than you'd thought it be. You looked down at his lips, wondering if you'd find out the same. "Unless you give me a reason to scream something else." You flirted, and you watched him process it. He seemed half-embarrassed by the forwardness of the remark, enough so that he couldn't think of a reply. You glanced over at Star, catching the way she was watching the pair of you with her lip caught between her teeth. Her hand ghosting Michaels arm. Your eyes flicked back to Michael, and, just when he looked as if he'd finally figured something out to say, you leaned in to steal a kiss.

It was a sure fire way to shut him up, and he was exactly what Star had described. He was gentle but eager, testing the waters but quick to learn. Easy to guide, and even easier to rile up. You carded a hand through his hair, tugging on the strands and earning a low moan from him. It sent a jolt up your spine to hear the sound, and you found you nearly got ahead of yourself. Star hadn't told you that he was vocal. You sucked his bottom lip between your teeth, earning another small sound from him and hand cupping your neck. A thumb rubbing right below your jaw, almost signaling you to turn your head. You did, and you were pleased to find that perhaps he wasn't nearly as inexperienced as you thought he'd be. Though, it seemed he was still caught between who to touch.

Michael seemed reluctant to let you pull back, but he made no attempts to stop you. When you did, Stars hands were replacing your own. Drawing him in for her own eager kiss. You busied yourself by trailing kisses down his neck, and it wasn't long before you were pushing the jacket off his shoulders. He shrugged it off, and reached to tug his shirt out of his pants when you reached to tug him back towards you. He met your lips for a short kiss, before he was pulling back to tug his shirt up and over his head. You'd only had a moment to stare at the expanse of skin, catching sight of a happy trail and your hands gliding over his chest as he guided you back in. A hand curled around the nape of your neck, one that was more confident than before. He was slowly getting the hang of it, finding his own pace.

You let the other brunette steal Michael back, and you leaned down to nip and kiss down the extent of his neck. You could practically feel his heartbeat drumming under his skin. It was still slower than what you could expect, but it tempted you all the same. You found a spot under his ear, and sucked a pretty mark you knew would be gone by the next day. Just like the cut on his hand. You could practically taste his heartbeat on your tongue, but you only grazed your blunt teeth down the length of his neck.

You squeezed his inner thigh before tracing your hand up to the crotch of his pants, and, you could feel him melting like an icecube between the two of you. It was cute, seeing how he tried desperately to keep up. His eagerness to please dripping off of him. Even if he was distracted by the feeling of you rubbing him through his jeans. He was practically panting already, and his hands went to fumble with his zipper. You giggled in his ear, leaning down to suck another mark just under his jaw. Star kissed her way across his jaw before, you assumed, she left her own marks on the boys neck.

You watched as Michael reached for the strap of Stars tank top, sliding it to the side. He was gentle, even if half his thoughts were elsewhere. You heard his breath hitch when you trailed your hand under the waistband of his briefs, and the boy let his head roll back with a sigh when your hand wrapped around his length. It only took a few strokes before he was hot and heavy in your hand, and bigger than you expected, and you watched as Star lifted her shirt up and off. You couldn't help but stare at the sight of Stars bare chest. She almost never wore a bra, and you were quick to tug Star into a kiss. She was quicker to bring your free hand to her chest. You could feel the way she shivered when you thumbed one of her nipples before rolling it between your fingers. She moaned against your mouth and tugged you closer, her hands gripping the material of your clothes, and Michael let out a soft sound at the way you twisted your hand. How you thumbed the slit of his dick.

It felt like you were caught between a frenzy and wanting to pace yourself, wanting to throw off all your clothes and tease and take your time, and you knew you weren't the only one feeling it. You felt the snag of a fang against your lip, before you leaned back and saw a yellow glint in Stars eyes. Right before she went to go back to kissing the boys neck.

You knew what she was thinking, where she was headed. The promise of blood was too tempting, especially when the scent of Michaels cut hand filled the air. Lust and bloodlust. Always hard to differentiate. 

***

But Star hadn't sunk her fangs into his neck, and you'd managed to distract her enough. You kept her mouth on yours when we she seemed close to a slip, even if it meant muffling her cries. Michael was very much still alive, somewhat, and was currently carrying you on his back down the boardwalk. 

You'd been invited to the Emerson house to meet your father's new girlfriend and her children. You'd been surprised to find that it was Michael who opened the door. He'd been just as shocked to see you, and your father with a bouquet of flowers. It'd taken an awkward moment, of you wondering if you should leave and of Michael wondering if he should stay. Finally, your father had relinquished you from your responsibility, and you'd left with Michael on the back of his bike. Both of you seemed to have more questions than answers, and you'd paused outside the boardwalk staring at eachother for a moment. And all it took was a moment for you to laugh. Michael gave you a confused stare, before he scoffed his own laugh. It was funny when both of you thought about it. That, or the situation was unfortunately awkward.

The only thing that wasn't funny was that you'd traded your usual footwear for a pair of heels, ones that were far too nice for the boardwalk and had a stiletto heel. While part of you was tempted to take a page out of Stars book, you still didn't want to chance stepping on a nail. The solution the pair of you had decided on was for you to ride on Michaels back, and you carried the footwear in one of your hands while the other played with some strands of his hair.

"You see Star?" You asked, but Michael shook his head. Usually, the girl wasn't so hard to find. You let out a long sigh, before Michael stopped and pat your wrists. He needed a break, and you let him set you down. You grinned at him, reaching to slide your hand in his instead. You didn't know if he'd been half as strong as he was before, but you knew what he'd had in the bottle had certainly given him an edge. He'd been carrying you for thirty minutes, and you watched as he ran a hand through his hair. He didn't even seem winded, more like his thoughts were elsewhere. Your eyes lingered for a moment, before you were glancing away.

You looked down the boardwalk, your thoughts swirling. You hadn't known why David had given him the bottle. Why he'd decided to keep him. You'd supposed it was because Star, and David, liked him. But, now, you were wondering if there was another reason. When you looked at Michael, you reached up to smooth a hand over his face. He looked weary, barely a figment of what he'd been the night before. You knew he was probably hungry, if he wasn't starving.

You looked up and down the boardwalk once more, wondering where any of the others might be, before you finally spotted a group of familiar bikers.

[shadowsinger11]

Taking Care Of You

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: Major fluff and also smut, oral (female receiving), first time with your adorable werewolf boy, the good stuff

A/N: Heyo did you really think I'd spend years in the fanfic world without writing content myself? I think it's time I finally share some of my writing on here. Wattpad was my old love but it now brings cringy memories of me thinking I can write lmao. Enjoyyy

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Being friends with the infamous Marauders sure was an adventure.

No matter how many times you'd get in trouble because of their mischief-making, you couldn't help but love those dorks, always being ready to defend them if punishment was to be expected. In return, Peter, Sirius, James and Remus absolutely adored you and they basically adopted you as their own the minute you first stood up for them in front of your stoic and most of the time quite unfair Potions teacher. This was the beginning of a bond which neither of you thought you'd create. It didn't take them very long to trust you since you had proved multiple times that you're on their side and the boys loved having you around.

The whole school was aware of how close you were with the three pranksters but almost no one bothered to differentiate them - to Hogwarts, James, Remus, Sirius and Peter were just "the marauders". Very few people knew them individually and thought of them as separate people without having to associate one with the other two.

Needless to say, you were one of those very few people.

You loved each of the boys for their own personalities. They were so different but together they balanced each other out and that's what made them an unstoppable team.

Even though you had a strong friendship with all three, your connection ran much stronger with Remus. Due to him being way more caring and emotionally mature, he was able to understand you better and provide the best advice. At first you saw his intelligence as intimidating, worrying you'd accidentally embarrass yourself in front of him, but then you realised how much of an idiot Sirius could be around him so you began to get more comfortable. With time you also understood that Lupin was basically just a fluffy smart puppy.

His friendly but somehow shy personality was enough for you to trust him in no time and after awhile so did he. At first Remus was very hesitant to reveal his secret to you but instead of being scared or disgusted when you found out he was a werewolf, you were more intrigued than anything else.

Since then he'd be way more open about his feelings with you thus your friendship grew even stronger. You'd also feel free to share with him your struggles and count on him to help you out and cheer you up. Sometimes he'd take you out for a butterbeer and you'd spend a chill evening together in a cozy café.

If you were tired though, Remus would love to just lie down in his bed with you and cuddle.

Normally he enjoys being the big spoon, but he later found out he'd much rather bury his head in your neck or chest and wrap his arms around your midsection, tangling his legs with yours. This way he felt like he could truly protect you. You would always blush when he suddenly nuzzled his face into your chest, especially at first because you weren't sure what his feelings for you were.

When he later told you he was in love with you, it took you by surprise but the idea itself didn't surprise you. It just felt right.

Now the cuddling sessions felt much more intimate to both of you.

Remus could hear your heartbeat getting faster when he would occasionally press kisses to your neck or chest while basically being wrapped around you.

It filled him with pride when he looked up and saw how flustered you had become because of the gesture.

You would look down at him in admiration and run your fingers through his messy brown hair, trying to play off the fact that your mind was buzzing with thousands of thoughts. There was no hiding this from Remus, he could see your blushing cheeks and the sparkle in your eyes.

Sometimes he'd love to tease the hell out of you by continuously kissing and nipping at you sensitive skin until your breathing got uneven or you accidentally let out a moan.

The latter would give him a huge ego boost and he'd look all smug about it. He'd usually just genuinely smile at you but when he'd smirk at you during these moments, it made your knees buckle.

You'd discreetly try to relieve the tension between your legs by slightly rubbing your thighs together but Remus always took notice.

When it came to you getting dirty, it started off slow.

You were softly kissing on his bed, you straddling his lap.

Your kisses became more urgent and needy as you grabbed his soft hair. Remus tested the waters by moving his lips down to your neck. He knew you'd become flustered but he wanted to see how long he could keep doing this to you for.

Soon you were tugging at his locks and panting heavily, instinctively rubbing your clothed pussy up and down against his crotch.

Remus found himself getting hard on the spot. He wanted to have you right then and there but he knew he had to be careful with you.

"Is it okay if I take this off?" he asked, gesturing to your house themed shirt.

A little hesitant, you nodded and he peeled the clothing off your body. You helped him take off his own shirt as well, his Gryffindor uniform finding its place next to yours on the floor. However, you still had your bra on.

Once he reached to unclasp it, your smile faltered.

"What's wrong, my love?" he softly asked, looking up at his lover in concern.

"Nothing! I just… I don't think you'll like what you'll see…" you muttered in embarrassment. You had learned to dislike your body overtime, thinking your appearance would never make a guy find you attractive or desirable, but Remus was determined to help you change your mindset. He pecked your nose and looked into your eyes.

"My darling, I assure you there's nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, look at my scars. You still love me with them, huh? You like how I look," he stated, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "Even if you don't like your imperfections, I love them and I'll teach you to love them too. Now please let me admire you, sweetheart."

Always soft spoken, he never failed to make you melt with his words.

Now, a bit less hesitant, you let him take off your bra.

Once you were uncovered for him to see, he slowly trailed his fingers up your waist until he cupped your breasts. His fingers felt warm and soft against your skin. When you looked up at him, his reaction surprised you.

His eyes were significantly darker, eyeing you up and down hungrily. Something between a whimper and a growl escaped his throat and he whispered, seeming out of breath.

"My love, you're stunning."

His mouth found your nipple and you gasped in surprise, hands grabbing his shoulder as he sucked greedily. His fingers rolled your other nipple and you could feel yourself getting wetter by the second. You threw your head back as moan after a moan started falling from your reddened lips.

"R-Remus…" you breathed, mind dizzy with pleasure.

His eyes shot open and he looked up at you, "Yes, my love? Did I hurt you? Am I going too fast for you?"

You couldn't help but let out a laugh, "No, you're doing great! I'm quite enjoying myself actually." You playfully bit your lip, ruffling his already messy hair. He smiled, seeming way more relieved. Remus had to get used to you moaning his name and the thought of it filled him with joy.

He carefully laid you back down on the bed, capturing your lips in a long, deep kiss. His lips moved slowly against yours, tasting them as if for the very first time. When you felt his tongue lick your bottom lip, you gladly let it in and your lover wasted no time to explore your mouth. The kiss swallowed your desperate moans and your hips involuntarily buckled to meet his.

Remus took the hint but instead decided to prolong this further by setting between your legs and dry-humping you. His clothed dick rubbed deliciously against your pussy and you were sure your panties were soaked at this point.

"Remus, please…"

Even though he enjoyed toying with you, Remus was pretty impatient himself so he pulled back and slipped down your jeans. He spread your legs wide and his lips twitched in amusement at the damp spot on your panties. He ran his fingers up and down your core and chuckled when you whimpered.

Remus finally peeled off your panties and stared at your red, swollen and incredibly wet pussy in all its glory.

And you saw it again - that same animalistic look of hunger on his face.

He licked his lips and growled quietly, making your thighs tremble before placing each of them over his shoulders.

Remus blew hot breath on your core and you sighed in anticipation. He used two fingers two spread your folds and inhaled your hypnotising scent.

Remus used the tip of his tongue to gently flick your clit and you yelped, you thought you could cum right there but he stopped. He licked a generous amount of your juices and slowly dragged it up before adding his lips to the mix and starting to french kiss your pussy.

Your head fell back down on the pillows, hands coming down to massage his scalp as your needy moans echoed in the room. Your hips involuntarily moved up to meet his mouth and he hummed in appreciation, the vibrations spreading waves of pleasure through your body.

Remus slightly pulled back and watched as he slowly entered two fingers into your pussy, a thick layer of wetness coating them. He moved them in and out carefully as he asked, genuinely concerned, "How does it feel, darling?"

At this point you were not in the state to form a proper sentence, "So good, oh my god… please keep going…"

Remus smiled to himself and went down to business, quickening the pace of his fingers. His tongue came up to play with your clit again but you truly lost it when he added a third finger, thrusting them rapidly as he sealed his lips around your clit, sucking harshly and massaging it with his tongue. You came hard with a loud moan, your juices gushing all over his fingers as Remus kept eating you out like a starving animal. He only stopped when you tugged at his hair since your clit had become sensitive and he crawled up to you, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

"How was I, darling?"

"I think you already know the answer to that," you giggled, pressing a kiss to your lover's lips and he was quick to return it. His hands began to wander your body, eager to feel all your curves. His fingers left goosebumps everywhere they touched; your chest, your breasts, your neck, arms, thighs… Remus made sure to mark every single spot with his fingers and lips.

He quickly got rid of his boxers and your mouth watered when you saw his glorious length spring free. He wasn't very long but he was exceptionally thick and your pussy begged to have him buried inside you.

Remus began to grind down between your legs, looking up at you once more, "Do you truly want this?"

"Absolutely," you sighed, kissing the tip of his nose. "I love you."

"I love you too," he murmured against your lips and slipped his cock inside of you. His thickness stretched you out much more than his fingers, your pussy eagerly welcoming every inch. You squeezed your eyes shut, taking a moment to appreciate the feeling of being full up to your cervix.

"Does it hurt, my love?" Remus asked, checking for any signs of pain or discomfort.

"Not at all," you smiled. "You can move now."

And with that Remus laced his fingers with yours in a firm, but gentle grip and started to slowly pull out and then thrust back in deep inside until he filled you completely. And again. And again.

Your bodies moved in a passionate dance, your hips lifting up to meet his as he kept pushing into you.

Remus' grunts and gasps joined your moans and whimpers as you both clung desperately to each other. He picked up the pace, hips snapping into yours as his thick cock slipped in and out of your glistening pussy. Your back arched, your breasts brushing against his chest with every move.

Remus removed one of his hands and slipped it between your bodies to rub nice tight circles on your clit.

"Remus, I'm-"

"I know, just breathe."

The volume of your moans increased and so did the speed of his thrusts and fingers. You looked down at where your bodies met and you moaned at the sight of his thick cock frantically entering your wet pussy, hitting all the sweet spots. With one harsh thrust he spilled his seed deep into you which triggered your own climax, your pussy clenching tight around his cock and milking him for all he's worth.

Remus kept thrusting in and out of you, prolonging your orgasm, and then finally slipped out, lying next to you and hugging you to his chest.

You both started to laugh. You felt tired, absolutely spent, but you were also energised and refreshed.

"Did you enjoy it? Was I okay? I didn't hurt you, right?" Remus asked again while pulling the covers over you two.

"Remus," you placed your hands on his cheeks to make him face you. "I just had my first time and it was mind-blowing. You did amazing, I assure you."

He seemed visibly more relaxed now and looked down at you with such pure love you had never seen before.

"I am honoured to be your first and I'm immensely glad I satisfied you. You deserve to be taken care of in an appropriate manner."

You smiled at him, letting your fingers dance seductively along his chest, "Then what do you say you take care of me appropriately again?"

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[sinfulslanders]

Fem!SO with Tourette’s

Request: @bootybetterbebruised “Hello! Since you did such a great job with the last request I’m going to request another one! I hope that’s ok. Could you please write hcs for Jesse, Jason, Vincent, and Freddy with a fem s/o with Tourette’s and a lot of her tics are saying dirty things or insulting people? Your writing is amazing!!

Warning(s): Language

Note: Hey! Thank you for complimenting my writing. I’ve been sick for this past week or so so I haven’t been able to really do anything really. I hope you enjoy!

— Jesse Cromean

He already knew she had tourette’s since he was always watching her and knew that she had it. He doesn’t laugh often but some of her tics do get a small giggle out of him, especially when a tic comes in time to call her dickheaded boss a “cock cunt”.

He would have no problems with her tics, especially the dirty ones. He would enjoy the insulting ones a bit too much than he would like to admit, but hey, he couldn’t control it either. He wouldn’t be the type to laugh at her so once she has her tic, he’ll either wait respectfully until she’s done or keep on talking and act like it didn’t happen.

If people try anything with her after she has her tic, he will shut it down. People that experience the inappropriate tics and think it’s flirty will get a quick reality check from him. People who get offended and try to start something with her will have to go through him. Usually once she has explained that she has tourette’s they apologize and are filled with embarrassment.

Whenever someone wants to be ignorant and continues their acts, even after it’s been explained that it’s involuntary, they now have to face him. They then get scared off since he’s a big guy but one time a guy around his size tried to continue his harassment after she called him a “limp dick”. After the confrontation, let’s just say the guy had more than a bruised ego and a limp dick.

— Jason Voorhees

Jason was very shocked when he first heard her “fuck me, daddy” to her friends. She didn’t seem like the type to say things like that so he did feel a bit bamboozled. Guess all girls were the same. He wouldn’t know much about other disorders besides from his since he was raised by a very conservative mother.

Once the two started going out, technically he just let her live and stay in crystal lake so it felt obligated that they begin dating, she explained her condition and put a lot of emphasis on the fact that she cannot control the things she says and that they might have to repeat them a few times if they’re not a certain way.

Once he knew that then he understood why her friends didn’t seem bothered by the way she talked to them. He wouldn’t mind it at all. He was different too. He was more different than her since he was an unbeatable murderer (and undead) but the point still stood.

He would hate it but he ignored his mother’s ignorance when she started talking about his s/o’s condition. His mother thought that she was pretending or that she was not trying hard enough to stop herself from having tics. It wasn’t like his s/o could personally talk to her or hear her so Jason would ask about her condition all the time. Once she realized that his s/o wasn't pretending or doing it on purpose, she apologized to Jason.

— Vincent Sinclair

He was honestly a little surprised when he realized. He didn’t notice her strange behavior until Bo said something to him about it. Vincent hadn’t really been around a lot of people to differentiate a normal person from someone who has tics. Once Bo said something about it, then he would write down his question when they were alone.

When she confirmed it, he had to ask every question that came to mind. Everything from what tourette’s is to how many tics does she have. He might ask stupid questions but he’s just trying to better understand what she goes through. He will immediately apologize if he asks sometime she doesn’t feel comfortable talking about.

He mostly follows after his brother but when Bo starts making hurtful comments about her tics, Vinc will size his brother up and give him a death stare. Since Bo is very stubborn and is considered the leader, they have a stare down for about ten minutes. Sometimes there’s a possibility that they might actually fight but she stops it and tells Vinc that it’s not that serious.

He would probably cuddle with her when they get alone and try his best not to be upset with his brother. She would have to comfort him a lot so he doesn’t end up physically fighting Bo, she does admit that she feels at fault for their conflicts but Vinc quickly shakes his head and hugs her tighter. He probably will confront Bo and try to explain that it hurts not only her but him when he makes those comments.

— Freddy Krueger

He found it very hilarious when she suddenly called him a “fucking cunt bitch” while they were first meeting. He wouldn’t get mad but when she told him that she had tics he was a bit upset since she was basically forced to say it. He thought that was all her doing. He would giggle every time she had an inappropriate tic and tease her about it.

He would be the type to say things so they become a new tic for her. Once she develops that tic he’ll tease her and say that she’s trying to become like him. In all honesty, he thinks her tics are adorable and after he’s had a stressful day, he loves hearing her and it brings a smile onto his face.

If she voices that she doesn’t like him messing around about her tics, he wouldn’t apologize. He’ll say she should know he wouldn’t actively try to hurt her or will tell her she’s being sensitive. But his comments will turn sappy and he’ll call them adorable to her face. If she tries to bring that up then he’ll deny it and call her crazy.

If he finds out someone is making her feel bad for her tics besides him, they’ll meet him soon. No one can make fun of her tics except for him. If the person goes missing or is found dead he’ll deny he had any involvement with it but will hint that it’s good that they don’t have to mess with her ever again.

[kimnjss]

party favors | myg

⤑  series: do it again

⤑ genre: smut, rapper!yoongi x model!reader, ex lovers au.

⤑ rating: explicit.

⤑ word count: 5.5K

⤑ warnings: jealousy, cursing, dirty talk, dom!yoongi, manhandling, semi-public sex, oral sex (m. receiving), (angry?) penetrative sex, detailed blowjob, some spit, biting, hair pulling.

⤑ A/N: hope you enjoy this because i had a lot of fun writing it! there’s a lot of things to uncover too, with their personalities so pay attention! aLSO!! pls, pls, PLEASE!! DON’T be a silent reader!! a lot of you guys are reading this story and i would love to know what you’re thoughts are! please let me know x

Jealousy. One of Yoongi's weak points. He was never able to differentiate between an innocent encounter and you actually flirting with someone. In his eyes you were always flirting, always flaunting your cute smile and batting your pretty eyes. It was at the height of all your arguments because he never believed you.

 That familiar fire in his belly ignited as he searched for you in the crowd of drunk party-goers that didn't seem to know a thing about personal space. Who could you possibly be with, what were you doing? Why did you come dressed like that if you two were no longer a thing? Did you have someone here that you wanted to impress?

 Across the room, he spotted you. Head thrown back and face scrunched up as you laughed. He always loved the way you looked when you found something really funny. Slowly you brought your head up, showing your teeth as you smiled wide at the person beside you. A delicate hand slapping their shoulder as you leaned forward.

 That's when he caught sight of who was standing next to you. Taehyung. He could feel his body heating up, spreading to his cheeks and reddening his ears. Would his best friend really do that to him?

 It happened all at once: Tae's strong arm wrapping around your waist, hanging dangerously low as he pulled you into his side. Your giggles died down until soft sighs left your lips, sighs that could be mistaken as something sexual by anyone who didn't know you. You were saying something, grinning, before tilting your head up; lips finding the tanned skin of Tae's neck.

 Yoongi was elbowing his way through the crowd before he could decipher if what he saw wasn't just a figment of his imagination. Not even bothering to give a moment of doubt, his only concern was getting to you and yanking you away from the sleazeball he called his best friend.

 You had always found Taehyung to be hilarious. His dry humor and deadpan expression always seemed to tickle you in away. He was sweet too, kept contact with you even after the breakup with Yoongi. You liked that, considering how close the two of you had become while you were dating his best friend.

 So it was no surprise to you when Tae was walking up to you, offering the extra drink he had in his hand. You took it graciously, listening as he filled you in on all the reasons why this night was a bust. He had struck out not three but four times, twice with the same girl! He swore he didn't realize he had already hit on her and you decided that was his problem right there.

 His mention of hiring a hooker for the night, paired with his oh-so-serious expression had you cracking up. Head falling back as loud laughs left your lips. Your hand slapped at his shoulder and you caught the hint of a smile on his lips.

 “I'm sure if you-” Your sentence was being cut short by a strong grip on your wrist. Your body was able to register the owner of the hand before your mind, instantly you were relaxing. Yoongi's dark eyes stared down at you and you didn't miss the way Tae took a few steps back. “Come on,” He tugged you away before you had a moment to protest, weaving through the crowd that seemed to part just for him.

 People always seemed to praise the ground he walked on, put him on a pedestal is if he could do no wrong. He loved for it, lived for it. Felt like he deserved it for being the leader of RAPL!NE, taking the group to #1 countless times.

 At first, his confidence interested you, made you want him. The way he talked, handled people, treated you... as if he were the KING. It took you a while to realize that it wasn't an act and he actually believed that he was a king and you made it worse because you let him, never once checking him.

 Yoongi dragged you to the empty dining room. You were ripping your arm from his grasp the second your feet were steady. “What the fuck are you doing?” You spat, rubbing at your wrist as you stared at him.

 “What the fuck are you doing? All over my best friend like you're ready to let him fuck you in the middle of my kitchen.” You had to blink a few times, trying to piece together what he was talking about because what the fuck was he talking about?

 “What the fuck are you talking about?”

 “Don't play dumb, I fucking saw you!” Seeing the confusion on your face had Yoongi thinking he might've misread the entire situation. He wasn't one to back down and admit he was wrong, though. Especially if he was the one that started it.

 You laughed, right in his face and that pissed him off like crazy. He watched as you pushed your, usually chin-length hair out of your face. You had added extensions, messy dark waves falling past your shoulder blades. He had always liked you with long hair, hated when you decided to cut it.

 “So what? Figured pulling me away would keep me from doing what I want? We're not together anymore, Yoongi. If I want to fuck your best friend-,” His hand was in your hair, cutting off your taunting sentence.

 Of course, you'd never, in a million years even think about fucking Taehyung... or any of his friends for that matter. You had to be a different kind of low to do that just months after breaking up, you weren't that type of girl but apparently, Yoongi didn't believe that.

 He tugged you toward him with the hand he had in your hair, your nose pressing against his cheek as he moved to whisper in his ear. “You sure you want to finish that sentence?” Okay, it was no secret you were a big fan of the way he handled you. Just his hand alone had a gush of arousal pooling between your legs, you squeezed your thighs together... urging yourself to keep your composure.

 Useless, because he noticed. His smirk hidden but you knew he was doing it. Yoongi's strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifting your body and sitting you up on the table with little to no effort. “Is that who you got all pretty for? Wanted Taehyung to see how good you looked in this dress?” You shook your head, eyes finding his.

 Obviously, you didn't get dressed up for Taehyung. What was he on? You had no intention of voicing that he was the only one on your mind the entire time you got ready for this night. No way were you going to be the one to inflate his ego.

 “Or was it for me? You still love getting all pretty for me, huh? Even though all you whine about is how we're not together anymore, you still want my attention.” He smirked, this time where you were able to see. Your eyes rolled and he caught that, a frown taking over his features.

 A hand pushed the hem of your dress up your thighs, eyes dropping to the newly exposed skin. “Fuck.” He breathed. “No panties?” The tip of his fingers traveled up your thigh and he was pressing himself closer. You could feel how hard he was against your skin. You wanted him.

 “I didn't want anything to get in Tae's way,” But, you loved to tease him more. Yoongi snarled, staring up at you with fire in his eyes. You knew that that shouldn't have turned you on as much as it did. But you couldn't help it, Yoongi was sexy as fuck when he was pissed and right now he was livid.

 With his hand in your hair, he pulled you from the table and onto your knees. You were now face to face with his solid bulge at the front of his pants. You whimpered, memories of how well he filled you up flashing through your mind. Whether it be your mouth or your pussy, he seemed to always fit perfectly.

 On instinct, you were reaching your hands forward. Quick with undoing his belt and lowering the zipper of his jeans. He watched in amusement, but you were too driven by the thought of having him your mouth again, so you chose to ignore it. He was harder, heavier than you remember.

 Your small hand looked even smaller wrapped around his girth. Leaning forward you prepared yourself to swallow his length. Just as your lips wrapped around the tip, his hand was batting yours away, taking control of his cock. “So eager to have my cock down your throat,” He teased, holding your head steady so he could fuck forward.

 Yoongi tried to move his hips back, but your mouth chased him, not letting his cock fall from your lips. He let out a laugh, tugging your head back until his cock was slipping out. “You're so full of shit, Yn.” He laughed. “If you planned to come here tonight and fuck my best friend, explain why you're on your knees for me, hm?” 

 “Yoongi,” You panted, trying to get closer to him but the grip he held in your hair keeping you from doing so. He shook his head, that fucking tantalizing smirk only growing as he watched you. 

 “You know how this works, baby.” Despite his tight hold in your hair, his expression seemed to soften. The tip of his free hand brushing against your jaw gently. “Tell me what you want,” He waited patiently, his thumb stroking your once glossy lips.

 You knew he wouldn't do anything for real unless you gave him the green light. And you were too turned on to continue this little cat and mouse game. “Fuck my mouth, please Yoongi. I want you to fuck my mouth.” A sweet pout on your lips and innocence in your eyes. His whole body reacted, breath hitching. Satisfaction washed over your body, knowing you still had that effect on him.

 “Such a good girl,” He breathed. With his hand in your hair, he tilted your head back to look at him. “You're my good girl, aren't you?” You nodded without a second thought and he was grinning. He used the grip he held on his dick to push it closer to your lips. Your mouth dropped almost instantly, welcoming his head inside.

 Your eyes lifted, meeting his for a split second; a familiar warmth rushing through your body that you could only describe as being in love. His eyes squeezed shut, pushing more of his length inside. His fingers on your chin held your mouth open, the other hand holding your head steady as he began to rock his hips.

 It wasn't long before you were struggling, jaw aching from being slack open for so wide around him. He was moving too slow, searching for a proper pace that he liked, sliding deeper with each movement. You tried the best you could to swallow all he was giving you, hands bracing on his thighs as you slowly tried to move your head.

 His grip loosened in your hair, allowing you to move on your own. You pushed forward, easily taking him deeper but only by a few inches. With a huff, you pulled back breathing before trying again. This time able to swallow more of him down.

 You pulled back again, urged yourself to relax your throat before lowering yourself. You felt the familiar stretch of him in your throat, breathed evenly through your nose as you swallowed, effectively squeezing him.

 “Oh, fuck!” Heavy breaths left through his nose, the hand that once held your mouth open gripping the table behind you. He watched you were furrowed brows, the tip of his tongue rubbing against his lower lip before he was chewing down on the skin and God, he looked so fucking good.

 “That feel good?” You spoke after pulling off of him, licking gently against his length. He nodded, the quiet noises leaving his lips surprising you. “So good, baby.” He complimented and you grinned, leaning down again. It was no secret between you two how much you enjoyed having his cock down your throat, you could feel yourself growing wetter as the seconds ticked by.

 His hand was back in your hair when you had switched from swallowing him down to landing teasing kisses against his length. “You were doing so well,” He grunted, using the grip he held in your hair to push your head back down. Your mouth opened easily for him, his cock sliding down thickly.

 You hadn't been expecting it so quickly, your throat constricting and the sound of you choking filling the room. He grinned. His hips pushed forward, forcing another inch down before he was pulling back. Yoongi only allowed you a moment to compose yourself before he was pushing back in, setting a rough pace.

 A whimper left your lips as you desperately tried to accommodate the fast intrusion, your fingers tightening around his thighs. Tears were brimming at the corners of your eyes, streaming down your cheeks the harder he pushed forward. He was only slowing to take a look at your face. “So pretty,” He sighed.

 Picking up his pace back up, he held your head at an angle making for a smoother slide down your throat. You braced yourself, knowing what was next. Two hands tangled in your hair, Yoongi was pushing forward, pulling you toward him until your nose was pressed against his hipbone.

 He held you there, thrusting forward shallowly. You were so glad the distance this position warranted, knowing only embarrassment would come from his knowledge of how wet you were right now. Yoongi hissed out a breath, pulling your head back. “Such a good girl, you take my cock so well,” He praised and your body warmed at his words.

 Your eyes landed on his throbbing dick, just inches from your face, unbelievably hard, and wet with a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum. You leaned forward, mouth open, ready to swallow him down again.

 The sound of Yoongi's chuckle stopped your actions, his hand in your hair lifting you onto your feet. Standing face to face, he looked at you with the softest of expressions. You wanted so badly to drop back to your knees, just so he'd stop looking at you like that. There were already too many emotions floating around this room.

 His thumb brushed under your eye, wiping some of the smeared makeup from your skin. If you didn't know him any better, you would've guessed that he'd say something sappy. Something that could be considered romantic in the slightest bit. But you knew him way better than that.

 Yoongi's grip fell from your hair to the side of your face, holding you still as he covered your mouth with his. Your breath caught in your throat. His hands were dropping shoving your dressed further up your legs until your ass was on full display. Hands groping and kneading the flesh, pulling a whimper from your lips.

 “I want to fuck you tonight. Will you let me?” His words were murmured against your lips, he had only pulled back a few centimeters to speak. Nevertheless, you were understanding him, nodding your head at his words... a happy giggle leaving your lips. He smiled, dropping a gentle kiss to your lips before he was lifting your body off the floor.

 Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. Quickly, he was tucking himself back into his jeans before leading you out of the dining room and up the stairs to his bedroom.

 You silently thanked him for not crossing through the crowded room of people, giving them a full view of your ass as he carried you away. With the toe of his shoe, he kicked his door open, using his heel to push it closed.

 This was so like you two. Sneaking away during a party just to be alone. The suggestive glances from across the room, how he'd disappear just moments before shooting you a text to meet him. Then he'd fuck you, urging you to be loud for everyone to hear, knowing you wouldn't really be heard over the booming bass.

 He was always finding a way to be with you, be around you. Even in the earlier stages of your relationship when it was a secret from everybody. It was like he could never get enough of you, no matter the risk. You felt the same. You still felt that way. Not so sure about him.

 Your body bounced as he dropped you onto his bed. His hands grabbing the neck of the collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. “Move up,” He ordered, watching you as his hand dipping into his boxers. Oddly, that's when it hit you.

 You weren't together. The three months you had spent trying to get over him weren't for nothing. Nothing and everything had changed, he was still the same and you were falling for it all over again. You couldn't fall for it all over again. He wasn't good for you, this relationship, being around him... wasn't good.

 The fact that he could so easily make you forget all the things you have been working on, scared you. You were sure you had done so well, that you were over him... but here you were. He was lowering himself onto the bed, his large hand wrapping around your thigh. And you hated yourself for still wanting him as much as you did even after everything.

 “Move up. I want to eat you out,” He repeated. Exes relapse, right? There was a name for this because it was a thing. Something like a congratulatory fuck, for doing so well for those months spent apart. You deserved this, right? You had done so well.

 There just had to be some rules. This was only a quick fuck. Exes hooking up because it was familiar, not because there was any interest in starting up again. Him eating you out was nowhere on that list. The memory of how good it felt, how talented he was with his tongue, no way you'd be able to stand your ground after that.

 “You're not eating me out. You take too long and this is supposed to be a quick fuck.” His brow furrowed, a laugh leaving his lips as he moved to hover over you. His elbows pressing down at either side of your head, his clothed cock pressing against your wet pussy.

 “Is it?” He replied, cockily and you rolled your eyes. “Yes.” There was a stern, no funny business tone in your voice and he grinned. “That's not fair,” He pouted, head dropping down into the crook of your neck. He planted wet kisses against your skin, licking a wet stripe toward your ear, before nibbling at the lobe. “You know how much I love how sweet your pussy tastes... especially after you've sucked me off.”

 You felt his cock jump against your thigh. He ground his hips into yours, sinking his teeth into the skin of your neck. You gasped, head rolling back as you reached up to grip his back. He stuck his tongue out, soothing the skin his teeth had just irritated. You moaned. “No?” He asked once more, eyes finding yours. You shook your head, earning a sigh from him.

 “Fine then.” Yoongi lifted his body to kneel on his knees. You watched as he pulled his cock from his boxers, stroking it a few times. The skin glistened still and he was harder than before. A bead of cum rolled down the side and your mouth watered; your pussy clenching around nothing.

 Yoongi was never a fan of teasing when it came down to it. He wasn't wasting a moment as he lowered himself onto you again, only stilling when your hands found his shoulders. “Do you have a condom?” Confusion took over his features as he stared down at you.

 “You stopped taking the pill? I know Sejin has been sending it to you.” It was just like Yoongi to be in control of even that. When you had agreed to go on the pill so he could stop using condoms, you didn't expect that his manager would be the one to take you to the appointment, pay for it and ensure you stayed on schedule.

 The whole situation was quite intrusive and very awkward, but he said it made him feel better about it so you let it slide. What you surprised you the most was the knock on the door weeks after you two had broken up, his manager holding the prescription bag and handing it to you before walking away... without a word.

 “I'm still on it.” You assured him, letting him know his money wasn't going to waste. “I just don't know what type of girls you've got running in and out of here.” You expressed honestly and he was rolling his eyes. With a shake of his head, he was reaching into his bedside table, pulling out the foil-wrapped rubber.

 It only took him a few seconds to roll it on, looking up at you with a bored expression. “Happy?” You rolled your eyes at him, shifting so you were more comfortable underneath him. “Ecstatic.” Your tone mocked his, the same with the look on your face.

 His fingers were dropping down, toying with your clit slowly. Your face melted into a twist of pleasure, soft moans leaving your lips. He smirked, loving how easily he could turn you to putty. Eyes finding yours, your jaw dropped as he began to push his way past your fold; bottoming out. “Ah, fuck.” You groaned.

 It had been... well three months... since you last had someone fill you up. The usually delightful stretch was uncomfortable and a bit too tight. Yoongi let out a sigh, sensing your discomfort, he shook his head.

 “You should've let me prep you.” He spoke in an annoyed 'I told you so,' tone and you rolled your eyes. “Shut up.” Yoongi laughed, his hand reaching between your body, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow eights into the wet nub.

 His head dropped back into your neck, wet kisses landing on your clammy skin. He nibbled and sucked at the skin, making sure to keep his hips still as he toyed with your clit. You could feel yourself slowly starting to loosen up and Yoongi was quick to pick up on that, dragging his hips back before pushing all the way in. “F-fuck!” You squealed and he grinned.

 “So...fucking tight,” He fell into a slow but deep pace, loving the how your pussy sucked him in with each thrust of his hips. “Bet you haven’t let a single person inside you since me, huh? Is that right, baby?” He grunted while thrusting forward particularly hard, a gasp leaving your lips.

 You kept your mouth screwed shut, knowing he wanted to hear your answer to his question. Secretly wondering if you had been fucking around because, despite your earlier assumption, he had not. You didn't know that, though, and you refused to give him the pleasure of knowing you were still too hung up on him to move on to someone else.

 Your teeth bit into your lower lip at the next thrust, whimpering as he sped up his pace, fucking into you much harder now. “Don't even have to fucking answer... I know you,” It sounded like he was convincing himself but you stayed quiet.

 A hand shot up, gripping your hips to keep you perfectly in place as his thrusts turned rougher, each snap of his hips pushing your body up on the bed until your head was hitting against the headboard. “You're mine anyway, I fucking know that.” He spoke through gritted teeth. You were whining, barely audible begs for more leaving your lips.

 All at once he was dropping his body onto yours, surprising you with the sloppy way he captured your lips into a kiss. The feeling of how quickly your mouth reacted to him, distracting him from all the comments that were begging to slip through his lips. His reeling mind calming as you kissed him, your hand reaching up to grasp his jaw.

 His hips slowed as he pulled away, focusing shifting from his insecurities to pleasuring you. Getting you to realize that you didn't need anyone else but him. If only he knew you already thought like that. He kissed from your jaw to your shoulder, trying to concentrate on his deep thrusts.

 Low grunts would slip from his lips each time you would squeeze him particularly tight and the sound turned you on. Yoongi was biting down on the skin of your shoulder, the hand that had been on your hip reaching up to grasp your breasts. You moaned loudly, the contrast of pleasure and pain from his fingers and teeth getting to you.

 His head dropped lower, lips wrapping around your nipple. Your back arched as he sucked the bud into his mouth, gently rolling his tongue over it. He pulled his hips back, sliding all the way in slowly. Breathy moans left your lips as he kept up with that pace.

 “Like that?” He mumbled, allowing your nipple to fall from his mouth. You nodded, feeling yourself clench around him even tighter. He grinned, moving his mouth onto your other side. His teeth sunk into your nipple, his sped up all at once and you were yelping.

 His hand was wrapping around your ankle, pushing your leg as far back as it could possibly go. “F-fuck! Yoon...” Your voice trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence that hung on your lips. Yoongi had his head tilted down, watching as your swollen wet pussy, swallowed his hard cock. He was able to slide deeper inside of you with your leg up like this, your head was spinning. Leg muscles screaming from being bent so far back, but the feeling between your legs was too good to lose.

 “Wish you could... fuck,” Even he was starting to lose his control. “Baby...” He groaned, hips switching back to the slow thrusts so he could calm himself. “Your pussy looks so good,” His eyes met yours, causing a blush to spread across your cheeks. “wish you could see it. You take me so well,” He was speeding up again and you squealed, not expecting it.

 The only thing that could be heard throughout the room was the sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your wet pussy, taking him in. If it were any other guy, you would've been embarrassed about how wet you were, the way it dropped down your thighs shamelessly. But this was Yoongi, your Yoongi and you knew he loved it when you were like this. Not to mention, he was the only guy that was able to make you like this.

 His hand was dropping down between your legs, the tips of his fingers quick to find your clit. You whimpered, trying to spread your legs wider than what they already were. The grin on Yoongi's face didn't go unnoticed as he started to rub fast circles onto your clit. “Wish you could see how fucked out you look right now. Just for me,” He mumbled the last part, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

 He was close. You could tell from the way he wasn't moving so quickly anymore. His focus now on getting you to your release before him. It was like he knew you were at your edge, all you needed was just a few brushes of his fingers and some strong thrusts and you were falling apart. He watched as you unraveled, hips lifting and bucking without your accord.

 Loud screams of his name falling from your lips and he loved the sound of it. Yoongi wasn't far behind you, fucking into you a few more times before wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He pressed his body tight against yours as he released into the condom, grunts, and groans of praise for you leaving his lips.

 Minutes passed and the two of you were finding your composure again. He was rolling off of you, hand reaching down to pull the condom from his softening dick. You watched as he stood to throw it away, shamelessly admiring his cute butt as he walked away. Your legs were numb, makeup a mess all over your face, hair even worse. But you were happy. You hated that he was able to make you so happy, but he did and you were.

 He walked with a washrag in his hand, wiping his dick off before he was sinking beside you on the bed. His fingers tapped your knee, forcing your dazed eyes up to his face. “You want me to run you a bath?” Your heart warmed at the offer. Such a minuscule detail, but you were surprised he remembered. How much you loved a bath after having sex. You nodded.

 Yoongi was standing once again, disappearing into the bathroom. As you stood, you became vaguely aware of the party that was taking place below the two of you. The music had been lowered and there wasn't as much chatter was earlier on. Was it coming to an end? Oh! Did they hear you? What if they had, oh fuck.

 Your hand went up to cover your mouth, hiding the giggle that threatened to slip out. Not being able to bring yourself to care whether or not they had heard. Especially when Min Yoongi was stepping out of the bathroom, leading you to the pretty smelling bath he had drawn just for you.

 Yoongi's body was cold against your warm back. Unconsciously, you were reaching back to cover him up more with the blanket you were supposed to be sharing. A sleepy groan left his lips, his nose digging into your neck as he inhaled, pulling your body closer.

 After you had gotten out of the bath, you had planned to get dressed and go home. You two had hooked up and that was going to be it. There was no way you'd be getting back together because this was just one night. You were so sure of it.

 Then you were entering his bedroom, finding him asleep with your side of the bed open. He had pulled on a pair of sweats, them hanging low on his hips, revealing just the top of his dark pubic hair. How rude of you to slip out while he was asleep.

 You were rummaging through his drawers like you had done countless times before, finding a comfy t-shirt and pulling it on before sinking into the bed beside him. It didn't take long for him to realize you had claimed your spot, his arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you close.

 You fell asleep like that.

 There was a hard knock on the door, startling your eyes open. Two more knocks followed before whoever was pushing the door open. Tae's eyes caught yours and he was smirking, tilting his head to the side.

 “Good morning, Yn.” You wanted nothing more than to slap that shit-eating grin right off his face. You could just tell how badly he wanted to do his little 'I told you so' dance. And you were sure the only thing that was stopping his was the grumpy man shifting awake behind you.

 “What do you want, Tae?” He grumbled in the sexiest morning voice you've ever heard. He was sitting up, messy black curls laying messily on his head. The heel of his hand rubbed at his eye as he yawned.

 You fought the urge to reach over and pull him back onto you. “I'm gonna go grab some breakfast, what do you... two? want. Are you staying, Yn?” Yoongi didn't give you a chance to answer, slurring your usual breakfast order before snuggling back into the sheets. Cute.

 Tae nodded his head, turning only after shooting a knowing glance in your direction. The second he pulled the door closed, Yoongi's arm was wrapping around your waist, pulling your body into his. “You spent the night,” He mumbled.

 “I did,”

 His hand began to wander up the hem of your shirt, grasping your bare thigh in his hand. He separated your legs a bit, shifting himself behind you in order to press his morning wood into the back of your leg. You giggled. “You're wearing my shirt,”

 “I am.”

 He slowly began to rock his hips, effectively rolling his length into your ass. It was hard to mask your moan, head falling back onto his shoulder. “You know how much I like you in my clothes,” He groaned, his hand moving between your legs; fingers quick to find your clit.

 “I do.”

 You felt his grin at the back of your neck, turned your head when his free hand grasped your chin. His lips puckered and you smiled wide, leaning forward to cover his lips with yours. 

– months after deciding to end their three year long relationship, a sex tape hits the internet. fans go wild speculating that rap star, min yoongi and aspiring model, yn are the stars. old feelings arise as the couple try to figure out a way out of this.

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Not A Silent Night

“What the fuck.” Summarises Derek’s morning. Dream? No, he’s fairly sure you can’t get a headache in a dream - and there was also the fact that his dreams wouldn’t start here anyway.

Usually his dreams started just as things got more heated - he kind of liked this change in scenery. But this wasn't a dream, and the reality was here; cocooned in a pile of tangled blankets (seriously, what did he do last night?) coated in some sticky substance – which he found was wine (Derek didn’t even drink wine, what the hell?) and engaging in a staring contest of the ages with Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles Stilinski, recent graduate from Berkley (“top of my class, suckers”). Stiles Stilinski, resident pack researcher and Spark in training. That Stiles Stilinski. Who was in his bed. Derek must still be groggy from the hangover considering he hadn’t yet properly had a mental breakdown at Stiles being in his bed. Or maybe it was because he was already having that breakdown. Either way, Derek kept his body frozen - because he was undeniably naked under the sheets.

“Oh my god” Derek would have said something snarky to this, at finally seeing Stiles speechless (a myth that has never been proven until today, and no one would believe him) - at least Stiles was doing better than Derek.

“Oh my god” Stiles repeats. Derek tentatively nodded his head in agreement. It would have been almost funny, the way they rolled onto their backs in unison, if they weren't engaged in a waiting game of who could get their mental faculties back first and break the ice.

“Dude we totally boned.” Stiles didn’t even look bothered by that statement, while Derek was startled into a coughing fit.

“You don’t know that.” Derek managed to cough out. Why would Stiles’ mind go straight to the least likely option? At least it worked on getting them to appear normal.

“We’re both thinking it.” Stiles retorted. Derek wanted to say that no, they weren't both thinking it, because Derek had common sense and supernatural senses. He'd know if it smelt of sex, semen and arousal. Derek really wanted to point out why that would be Stiles' first explanation. “Why else would we be naked in bed together?”

Well...Stiles had a point there. But Derek focused more on the fact that it didn’t even occur to him that Stiles might be naked under the sheets too – and now he couldn’t get the thought of a bare mole dotted arm inches away from his own out of his head.

Derek grunted - which suited as enough of an agreement to Stiles’ assessment to placate him. Mostly, Derek was trying to ignore the heat blazing up his side.

“Okay so how is this going to work?” Derek had absolutely no clue as to what Stiles was referring to, and he told him as much. “How is what going to work?” Stiles only offered him an exasperated look which didn’t belong anywhere on Stiles’ face.

“Well, I don’t see any clothes around and unless werewolves have superspeed like the Flash that I don’t know about, then we’re sitting ducks. Naked sitting ducks ” Stiles felt the need to add on. Derek couldn't exactly tell him that was stupid, since they were sitting ducks (yes, Stiles, naked sitting ducks.) Derek clutched the sheets tighter.

“We can close our eyes.” Stiles provided but Derek didn’t believe for a second that Stiles actually would. It wasn't like Derek hadn't spent the last week carefully monitoring Stiles around his house when he inevitably went looking for his Christmas presents. That had led to some embarrassing moments that Derek would rather not mention.

“Can’t you use your Spark to move the dresser closer.” Not his best suggestion, but how hard could it really be to drag the dresser within arm’s reach? With the power of belief or whatever Stiles said anchored his spark.

“Are you being serious? Like for real, ‘can’t you drag the dresser closer’. This isn’t Harry Potter Derek, I can’t just Accio clothes over here with a flick of my wand-” Or maybe not. “-besides we’re both adults. I’ve seen my fair share of dicks of all colours and sizes – locker rooms are not inclusive to the self-conscious believe it or not – and I know you were on the basketball team in school so you’ve been in the shared showers.” Derek was unabashedly gaping.

“No.” Stiles pouted. “Come on Derek, stop being childish” Stiles said as he sported a wolfish grin to put the actual werewolves to shame. Derek didn't trust that grin.

“No.” Derek didn't falter.

Stiles slumped with a dramatic sigh like Derek was the one being irrational.

“Fine I’ll go first.” Stiles stood with an over exaggerated stretch, showing off the winking dimples in his lower back and the lean muscles from years of running with the supernatural. Despite that display, Derek didn’t fail to notice the smirk that screamed of trouble Stiles threw over his shoulder before sauntering into the bathroom.

“Hey, can I borrow a toothbrush?” Borrow a what?

“What?” Stiles stuck his head out of the bathroom door - only his head, thankfully - the top one.

“Toothbrush?” Stiles sounded way too pleased with himself. “Under the sink.” Derek at least sounded more in control than he actually was.

Derek took Stiles’ absence as a ticking timer to find a pair of boxers – not briefs, definitely not briefs – that would hide his half hard cock. Derek resolutely ignored the way his mind said that Stiles won that round, and his claws that echoed it by almost making an appearance; but Derek did manage to have clothes on before Stiles appeared leaning against the bathroom door. (He counted that as a small victory)

Leaning was a strong word to use for what Stiles was doing – it was more like watching an accident waiting to happen with the way Stiles slowly tipped sideways and slipped away from the doorframe. Derek pretended to ignore the awkward stumble before Stiles caught himself. Although he probably shouldn't have, for the hell Stiles had given him so early in the morning.

“Boxers, really? I thought you were more of a briefs kind of guy” Stiles tried to pull off the cocky tone. Instead he ended up sounding like Jackson - Derek didn't mention that for his own safety.

“How’d you guess?” Derek mustered up Stiles level of sarcasm.

“Your ass deserves the best” Stiles shrugged like it was nothing new. “Also, your laundry basket is full of them.” His...laundry basket?

“What?” Somehow Derek failed to notice that Stiles was not standing in the nude but was sporting a pair of loose briefs that were undeniably Derek’s. Derek didn't know how to feel about Stiles scrummaging through his laundry (lie, he almost puffed out his chest in pleasure)

“Take. Them. Off.” Derek tried to intimidate Stiles but he still looked far too pleased with himself, like Derek was playing into his long, beautiful - stop it - hands.

“Well...because you asked.” That should have been Derek's cue, seeing as Stiles doesn't do things when asked. Agonizingly slow, Stiles leisurely pulled down the elastic band - until Derek could see the barest hint of dark curls.

“Stop!” Derek growled, Stiles paused. Derek ignored the sound of the elastic hitting Stiles' skin. “Why are you even wearing my briefs in the first place?” Derek tried to sound judgmental, but only came off as desperate.

“Well, I figured since we most likely had sex you wouldn’t mind me borrowing your underwear. Also, I needed something to wear unless you want to see the full package.” Stiles saucily winked.

“We didn't even have sex, Stiles” Derek was at the point where he had to stress Stiles’ name. If only he could manage to tell Stiles exactly why Derek knew they hadn't had sex.

“Well either we didn’t have sex or you did it wrong because I don’t feel any different.” Stiles sounded disappointed by that – at which part Derek didn’t know. Derek was only mildly offended, knowing it's intention was to hit his pride.

“Who says I’d be fucking you?” Derek finds himself asking anyway. Derek has to force himself not to do something stupid at the aroused scent Stiles give of on that.  

“Really?” Derek raised his eyebrows, what Stiles calls judgmental face number 4. He didn't even want to know what differentiated numbers 1, 2 and 3.

Stiles had the audacity to look offended “Are you shaming me? Seriously, I am a young, sexually mature-“

“You’re twenty-four” Derek deadpanned. “And sexually mature is pushing it.”

“-and honestly, what were you expecting?” Stiles carried on like Derek hadn’t said anything – nothing new there. “It’s not like you aren’t hot like burning and have an ass like a hockey player, obviously that’s going to make me thing of R rated things.” Stiles used his hands to accentuate his point for him. What point? Derek couldn’t remember anymore. “If we actually did the dirty and I don’t remember it I am going to be so pissed.” Stiles sounded like that might actually be true. Derek couldn't figure out why.

“Did the dirty?” Derek felt the need to point this out, in hopes that Stiles would stop.

It worked, mostly – and Derek was left to blatantly stare at the flushing neck as it flexed and gulped. Damn him. If Erica were here she would laugh right in his face. And then take a picture - or lock them in the room. Or both. Derek can’t truthfully say he would mind.  

“It’s not like there’s any evidence that we did have sex” Derek pointed out to break the second staring contest of the day. (Derek won: Stiles - 3, Derek - 2.)

“I agree” There was something wrong with that sentence coming out of Stiles' mouth. “I mean I feel pretty satisfied and achy after sex so that means we didn’t have sex or we did and it was unsatisfying”  Derek took that as the challenge Stiles wanted it to be.

He barely resisted the urge to growl – especially when Stiles looked so satisfied with himself. Derek wanted to pummel the little shit - and then maybe kiss, lick and bite him.

“Well, there’s only one way to know for sure.” Derek wasn’t about to let Stiles win. Their relationship relied on banter as it was, what's wrong with adding something a bit more intimate to it.

“What?” Stiles looked nervous now, and his gulp was audible from across the room. Derek barely hid his grin. "Scent."  

“If all you need to do is have a sniff of the room, why haven’t you yet?” Stiles sounded dubious.

“Scent is greater taken from a human than from objects” A complete lie that Derek had plucked from a completely bullshit website of werewolf 'facts'. But Stiles wouldn't know that considering his ability to tell if a website was fake almost immediately.

“Sniff yourself.” Stiles thought that was an acceptable solution. Derek didn't even know where to begin explaining how stupid that was so instead he parroted Stiles' words from earlier.

“Now who’s the one being childish?” Derek didn’t wait for Stiles' rant and just stuck his nose in the curvature Stiles’ neck. “Not fair, dude” Was the only thing Stiles could say - what wasn’t fair was how intoxicating Stiles’ smell had become. The arousal had heighted everything that was Stiles. Derek couldn't resist nipping at the skin.

“Dude did you bite me?” Stiles actually sounded offended about this – like he hadn’t made every joke about werewolves and biting in bed. It was just a nip anyway.

“Stop calling me dude.” Derek didn’t know why he tried - except to test if he could still say words. It wasn’t like it worked the other three hundred times. Derek braved a taste. Derek was more than a little smug that Stiles was too worked up to manage an 'ew' at Derek licking him.

“Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working. Oh my god” Stiles didn't even try to hide his arousal, practically melting against Derek's chest. Derek continued to be smug about that for all of two seconds before Stiles’ hips shifted forward. Derek ignored the feel of Stiles' erection against his - in favour of panicking because Stiles had definitely felt his.

“Dude do you have a boner?” Stiles had an excited tilt to his voice that made Derek want to smother himself in Stiles' neck. Instead he took the still and silent approach.

“Can I help you with that? I really want to help you with that.” Stiles sounded way past want. Jesus Christ. Derek lifted his head to be on the receiving end of Stiles’ innocent face. Stiles wasn't getting out of this one now that he had felt exactly how Derek was feeling.

“Don’t say that and feign innocence.” Derek crossed his arms - which only made Stiles drool.  

“Maybe we could ignore that? For the sake of dignity please.” Stiles actually tried that - like Derek was going to let this go at the matter of dignity. Derek snorted. What dignity?

“No. Why did you offer to do...that?" Derek tried to articulate his point like Stiles - with full exaggeration of his arms. Derek could admit he and Stiles had grown closer from bashing each other's heads into steering wheels but that was one thing - offering to suck his dick was another.  

“Come on Derek, don’t pretend you don’t know about my giant heart boner for you. Please can we just forget this happened.” Stiles waved it off like it was old news. Derek should maybe start paying more attention to the news, if he misses stuff like this. He mouthed the words heart boner – part in amazement at Stiles’ refined vocabulary and well...He didn’t want to acknowledge the other part.

“Does heart boner-” Jesus Christ “-mean what I think it means?” Derek really hoped it did, it probably showed in his voice too - because Derek was just that far gone at the chance he could have this.

“Well, if you think heart boner means that I’m literally in love with you and want to do all the romantic shit with you but also want you writhing beneath me, then yes, it is what you think it means. But the writhing beneath me part is mostly from my actual boner. You can shut me up now...any time.” Derek never wanted to. He wanted the rambles and random rants about inconsequential shit that Derek will never think of again, even at 3 in the morning after fighting off a chimera.

“I do as well. Have a heart boner. For you.” Derek was really about to let that be their love confession story - and he told Stiles as much.

“I can’t believe that’s going to be our love confession story.” It was ridiculous and stupid, but it suited them.

“As long as we don’t tell Erica, we’ll be fine. Or Lydia, otherwise she’ll hold the fact that her parties had a large part in us getting together for the rest of our lives.” Derek didn't even want to think of the pack right now - they were going to be absolutely unbearable for three weeks at a minimum - what he really wanted to do was smother Stiles’ infectious grin. With his face.

“We are getting together right?” Derek shut Stiles up with a kiss instead - he could do that now, and with a lot of other things.

“Now, what did you say about having me writhing beneath you?” Derek didn't care if this was considered going to fast, not when the room was clouding his head with the smell of their arousal.

“Oh god, how can you switch from cute to sexy in under a second. You’re killing me.” Stiles flailed and stumbled out of Derek’s brief with his usual ungracefulness - he teetered at the edge of the bed on one foot, yanking the briefs down his calves where they had somehow gotten tangled. Derek found it endearing – and he didn't want to know what that said about his type.

Derek tried to resist, truly – but in the end he failed. He nudged Stiles’ shoulder where he was still yanking the briefs enough that they probably wouldn't even fit Derek anymore, and watched the balance tip. Stiles yelped as he bounced face first on the bed with his ass in the air. That was an added bonus, and was Derek's cue to take off his own boxers.

“Rude” Stiles huffed, muffled by the pillow – but he still rolled over and spread his arms. “Come here so we can do the dirty.”

Derek huffed as he fell into the warmth. He can’t believe he has a heart boner for this idiot.

[mst3kproject]

Magic Christmas Tree

I thought I’d try something different this year and find a bad Hannukah movie, but everybody I asked had the same recommendation: Adam Sandler’s Eight Crazy Nights.  I know for a fact that is a prohibitively awful film, because I know people who’ve watched parts of it (I have not to date met anyone who could sit through the whole thing), but it just doesn’t feel like an MST3K feature to me.  Anyway, I have standards.  My conclusion is that people need to make more Hannukah movies… and until that happens, I’m watching Magic Christmas Tree, which comes specially recommended by RiffTrax.

This is the only Christmas movie I’ve ever seen which starts with cheerful holiday music over footage of… Hallowe’en decorations. Obnoxious bully Mark and his two pushover friends decide to go investigate a supposedly-haunted house. Naturally the old lady who lives there is a witch, and in exchange for Mark rescuing her cat, she gives him a seed for a magical tree that will grant him three wishes.  Two months later, with the tree fully grown, his first wish is to have magical powers for one hour – he uses them to torment unfortunate people who were already having to work on Christmas Eve.  His second wish is to kidnap Santa Claus and extort unlimited presents from him, but that attracts the attention of the spirit of Greed, who intends to keep Mark as a slave forever!  Good thing he’s still got that third wish.

God, I hate this movie.  I’d say it’s the worst Christmas movie I’ve ever seen, but Elves exists, so instead I have to say it’s the worst Christmas movie that didn’t have any Nazis in it.  It reminds me more than anything else of Ghost of Dragstrip Hollow, in that it’s an absolute mess that seems to have been put together by people who have no idea what they’re doing.  It spends most of its time on boring, annoying irrelevant bullshit, and then when it gets to the plot, that’s boring and annoying, too!

Magic Christmas Tree is only an hour long, but that’s twice as long as it needed to be.  A plot summary makes it sound like most of the film will be dealing with Mark’s three wishes and how he uses them, but it’s half-over before we even get to that point.  The time leading up to it is spent watching Mark follow the witch’s complicated instructions on how to grow and activate the tree, and his parents dealing with this unwanted thing appearing in the middle of their back yard.  All of this is presented in excruciating detail.  We watch Mark dig the entire hole to plant the seed in.  We see his Dad struggle with the lawnmower at unbelievable length, while the Mom yacks about nothing on the phone with her friend Betty.  The Dad tries to cut the tree down with no success.  Mark has to say a set of magic words over and over and over.

It goes on so long, it passes the are you fucking kidding me? point and wanders into territory where you wonder if there’s something wrong with the disk and you’re playing the scene over and over.  It actually starts to feel like it’s on purpose – especially when the slowness is repeatedly emphasized by shots of Mark’s pet tortoise, Ichabod, who seems to be eating his patch of clover far faster than anybody else is accomplishing anything.  You’ll swear the movie is making fun of you.

The sound that accompanies all this is sometimes very peculiar.  The old lady has exactly the voice you’d expect from a witch in a cheap kid’s movie, but Mark’s Mom sounds like she’s being dubbed by a twelve-year-old boy, possibly the same one who provided the voice for Mark himself.  The tree speaks (oh, yes, it does) in the voice of a smarmy stereotypical gay man.  Santa Claus sounds like he’s half-senile and wondering what’s for lunch.

The lawnmower makes some very strange noises indeed. I guess they’re meant to be cartoonish and funny.  They’re definitely the former but they’re never the latter, possibly because they never sound remotely like a lawnmower.  When Mark’s Dad is trying to get it started it sounds like the ghost of a consumptive horse, and three hours later when it actually gets going, it makes noises like a traffic jam in Whoville.

Besides sounding weird, the actors are just plain bad.  The guy playing Santa Claus is half-asleep.  We’re told that the tree’s magic means he’s trapped in the chair he’s sitting in, and I honestly do believe that actor could not have gotten up if he tried, no wishes necessary.  The woman playing Mark’s Mom looks like she’s high as a kite and only barely keeping her grip on reality.  Maybe that’s why they had to dub her.  Mark’s Dad recites his lines like a guy on a game show reading his own life story off a teleprompter, and does his yard chores in a way that’s probably supposed to be pantomimey but is the opposite of entertaining.  The Dad gets an inordinate amount of screen time, which I can only chalk up to the fact that he’s played by director Dick Parish.

The worst of the lot are, of course, the kids, who are predictably terrible 60’s child actors.  They yell all their lines, with the volume and exaggerated emphasis you expect from a school play.  It wears thin very, very quickly.  The kid playing Mark is the worst of the lot, although I might just think that because he’s the one we spend the most time with.  He’s a huge part of why this movie makes me so mad.

I think the best way to describe Mark as a character is to say that the first time I watched this movie I assumed his name was ‘Billy’, despite the fact that everybody kept calling him ‘Mark’. He just seems like the type of nasty little brat who’d be named ‘Billy’ in a bad 60’s Christmas movie.  We meet him having lunch with his two friends by the playground, and learn that he’s a greedy little shit when he drives a hard bargain in a sandwich trade.  Greedy-little-shit-itude continues to be his primary character trait and is, of course, the core of the movie’s lesson.  His attempt to monopolize Santa Claus makes him such a greedy little shit that Greed himself takes an interest in him.

Greed is a huge hairy man who takes delight in kidnapping little boys.  I think he’s supposed to look like a fairy tale giant.  Watching him manhandle a child is an intensely uncomfortable experience.

I guess ‘don’t be greedy’ is a standard message for a children’s movie, and it seems like a particularly appropriate one for Christmas, which presents children with a great opportunity for avarice. What seems a little odd is that Mark never actually suffers any consequences for his selfishness, only the vague threat of them. There was a perfect opportunity for some of this when Mark kidnaps Santa Claus.  Santa, after all, brings toys to good girls and boys… surely by this point, after his brief reign of terror with his magical powers, Mark has been naughty enough to deserve only coal.  Apparently that’s not how it works, though.  Mark just wanders off into the woods in search of small animals to shoot with his new rifle, runs into the giant, and immediately repents even though Greed is offering him all the toys and candy he wants.

What supposedly prompts Mark to become a better person is seeing how the world has responded to Santa Claus going missing.  Curiously, there is very little emphasis on the children who are sad because they didn’t get any presents.  Maybe somebody thought that would have made them seem greedy? Instead, the vision Greed presents to Mark is of the United States military mobilizing to locate Santa and bring him home, Santa Claus Conquers the Martians-style!  So… I guess Mark becomes a better person because he’s afraid of what’s going to happen if the army finds Santa trapped in a chair in his house?  I guess that is pretty terrifying.

Another thing that blunts the lesson is the fact that Mark is given his three wishes as a reward for a good deed.  He got the witch’s cat down from the tree, so she offers him the magical seed and doesn’t let him refuse.  What then was he supposed to use his three wishes for, if not to get stuff for himself? Was this intentionally a poisoned gift, because you shouldn’t accept things from witches?  The witch insists that there are good witches as well as wicked ones, but she’s not exactly an unbiased source.  The movie never tries to blame her, though.  The situation is presented as Mark’s fault, and Mark’s alone.

Finally, at the end Mark wakes up and finds that of course the whole thing was a dream – there was no witch, no magic tree, and no Santa Claus.  This is less annoying than it could have been because at least it’s not a surprise. Mark did hit his head when he fell out of the tree the cat was in, and the movie changed from black and white to colour.  We’ve seen this before in The Wizard of Oz and we can guess where it’s going. The audience might assume that Mark will wake up and immediately take the opportunity to be generous instead of greedy, perhaps by giving his friend something to make up for the lunch trade. Instead, the woman who owns the cat (who is not actually a witch, but looks even more like one in this part of the film than she does wearing the Hallowe’en witch costume in Mark’s dream) offers him milk and cookies, and he delightedly accepts.  This just gives the impression that he’s learned nothing.

Is there anything in this movie I didn’t hate?  Well… among Mark’s school friends is a token black kid, who is not differentiated in any way from his peers.  He talks like them, he dresses like them, and the writers did not use either his lunch or his Hallowe’en plans as a way to demarcate a class difference between him and the others.  So yeah, the movie sucks, but the writers tried really hard not to be racist.

Happy fucking holidays.  I want to say hooray for surviving 2020, but we’ve still got a week to go.  That’s plenty of time for oh, I don’t know, an alien invasion, or a giant meteor, or the Yellowstone supervolcano, or zombies, or whatever.  At this point, if most of us aren’t dead by this time next year, I’ll count that as a win.

[jadelotusflower]

Robin Hood Rewatch: 1x08 Tattoo, What Tattoo?

aka Robin wants to do a war crime.

It’s been a while, but I’m back on my rewatch. This is actually one of my favourite episodes of the whole show, so get comfortable, this is a long one. Also, I welcome comments/discussion on any of these posts - I’m always up to talk Robin Hood!

Flashback time! 1191. Now, we’ve had the current date set as 1192 by earlier episodes and this is the story of How Robin Got His Scar - assuming that he must have spent some time convalescing before returning to England, he can’t have been back more than a year at the absolute most.

There’s no point talking about historical accuracy on this show - my approach is that any story ostensibly taking place in our history is that it’s an alternate universe, and this is an easy way to ignore when things don’t square with real events.

Robin fights with a broadsword in this scene, not his scimitar, and we never find out how/why he got the latter.

For plot reasons, Robin neatly slashes through Guy’s tattoo instead of cutting off his arm.

Okay, Richard’s birthday was 8 September. The attempted hanging in the first episode was 26 April, so it’s been less than five months? Actually, I think this works fine.

In an earlier episode I lamented that we never saw the bright green shirt again, but I was wrong, Robin’s wearing it under his hoodie and it had very frayed hems. I do think the show does a pretty good job of using costumes for the gang that actually look like they live in a forest and show significant wear and tear.

This is one of my favourite Marian’s costumes - it’s beautiful!

I never noticed before, but after Guy announces the engagement, Edward takes Marian’s hand and it’s very sweet.

The possessive way Guy holds up Marian’s hand to show off the ring is...yikes. And don’t the guests sound enthused!

Nobody ever brings up that it was Robin ignoring the signal because he just had to stick it to Guy and take the ring is the reason Djaq is captured, and they really should have. That said, I do like him being cheeky and kissing Marian’s hand before depriving her of the ring.

Guy could very easily have freed the dagger holding his sleeve with his other hand - but he wanted Robin to know it was he that almost killed him in the Holy Land. Just like Robin could have easily escaped, but instead waited for Guy in the forest - this confrontation has been brewing all season - so let’s get into it.

Guy starts with saying that the King has enemies because he wants peace, and “there will never be peace with the Turk.” So we assume that his motivations are with the warmongers - to scupper the peace talks with Saladin so the Crusade continues and Jerusalem is conquered. Which...doesn’t really make sense with what we know of Guy, that he would care about claiming the Holy Land, and this stance is actually contradicted later. It makes more sense that they would want to keep Richard in the Holy Land so Prince John can usurp his power while he’s away, and Guy can maintain his position. I think we can assume that is the case, and Guy is just deflecting/pushing Robin’s buttons with the war talk.

And of course, the confrontation is only ostensibly about Guy’s treason, secondly about dick swinging over Marian. Guy gets kicked in the face (for the second time this season!) and only stops his throat getting slit by the timely arrival of the gang.

Djaq is cool, calm and collected the entire episode, despite no doubt being reminded of her time in slavery.

“That’s what you taught us.” Robin told the gang all about the articles of the Geneva Convention, but like many a self-righteous superpower, thinks they doesn’t apply to him if a breach is “necessary.”

I jest, but Robin actually does stay his hand initially and listen to the gang. He does knock Guy out, but I don’t think we can hold that against him. Concussion Count: Guy (Total: Robin x 1, Guy x 1)

It’s kind of understandable that the gang are skeptical of Robin’s claims it was Guy who tried to kill the King - it can’t have gone unnoticed that Robin has war-related trauma, and just that morning a nightmare of that very event. It would seem convenient indeed that he suddenly claims he remembers Guy as the assassin, right after the engagement to Marian was announced.

I’ve said this before, but I really think it’s a strength of the show that it is prepared to Go There with Robin as a deeply flawed protagonist. Because the gang is 100% right, and he is 100% wrong - Djaq’s life should take precedence, and he is in no state of mind to be making life and death decisions. 

Concussion Count: Guy and Robin (Total: Robin x 2, Guy x 2)

Confrontation Round 2 - ding ding!

Robin is straight up manipulative of Much to get himself untied and it hurts to see - there’s a real power differential to their relationship that Robin takes advantage of. Much knows more than anyone else how damaged Robin was by the war, he knows there’s this other, brutal, side of him that can triggered (”earlier...you were not yourself”), but he still loves his friend, he wants to believe in his promises, and he’s spent his life following Robin’s instructions and those habits die hard. He does try to do the right thing - he talks in a soothing voice (”you’ve had an upset” is so Soft), tries to get Robin to sit down and talk it through, but he is too far gone.

“I will kill you whether you talk or not.” Guy doesn’t believe him, and throws his earlier words back (“show me an argument ever settled with bloodshed”) but Robin is deep in his cold rage and when Much tries to intercede we get the heartbreaking “that is because you are also simple” which really, really hurts. Now, obviously we can explain Robin’s behaviour as a trauma response/ptsd episode, but not excuse it, because it really is a cruel thing to say, targeted to hurt Much the most and push him away, and all the “I did not mean it”s in the world doesn’t change that. It’s a disturbing pattern; that Robin will say something cruel in anger or frustration, then immediately take it back and say he didn’t mean it - but the thing is, a part of him did mean it, must mean it, because he said it - it may be a dark fleeting thought, those unkind things we all think sometimes, but Robin gives voice to them and causes hurt, and that can’t be undone.

Again, I give credit that this is a show that doesn’t always cast its hero in the best light - he does screw up, he does say the wrong thing, he does make poor decisions despite his good heart. Robin is such an interesting, complicated character - heroic but with another side to him, a capacity for cruelty and violence that most of the time he keeps in check, but every now and then he can’t stop it rising to the surface, can’t keep that dark side of himself contained, but can only try to push it back with regret.

He then shifts from trying to kill Guy to trying to torture him, and obviously it’s all very thinly veiled social commentary, but this was 2006, and as I’ve said in a previous post social commentary is why we retell stories like this.

As I said above, Guy contradicts his earlier reasoning with “what kind of king deserts his people to fight someone else’s war in a foreign land?” but I think this is more the fear talking, with that red-hot sword close to his face, trying to appeal to Robin’s kinder/protective nature. To which we get another yikes line from Robin - “if you were his people he was right to desert them.” I don’t think Robin believes this, he’s deflecting Guy’s very good point to try and justify torturing him.

But in the end, he can’t justify it, at least not without making it a fair fight. And it’s a good fight! Well acted and choreographed, visceral and emotionally intense - they way they get progressively sweatier and dirtier and more exhausted, the way the music shifts from the jaunty theme to silence to those haunting strings - one of the best sequences of the show, imo.

Guy continues to throw out arguments that I don’t think he holds himself, but rather what he thinks will appeal to Robin - “it’s not England’s war, it’s Rome’s” was the exact point Robin made in the first episode (”Is it our Holy War? Or is it Pope Gregory’s?”). When Robin rightly points out that Guy’s assassination attempt broke the ceasefire, and Guy responds that “there will always be war”  and he wants a King that will fights for England’s gain, not the Pope’s. That, I think, is close to his true motivation.

We get confirmation that religious conviction is why Robin went on crusade, but that it was meeting those of other faiths and realising the Holy Land should be shared, not conquered, that turned his heart. This seems to be the primary cause of Robin’s trauma - that he fought in an unjust war, made under false pretenses, and that he was not a warrior for God, but a murderer. While Much is obviously also scarred from the war, I think he handles it better partly because it wasn’t his decision to go, he was just following Robin, and he didn’t have his faith and understanding of the world shattered like Robin did. Also, he’s selfless, he’s a caretaker, so I think he buries his own trauma deeper and it doesn’t bubble to the surface as much as Robin’s does but comes out in sadness rather than anger.

UTTER EXHAUSTION.

Guy’s taunts become more pointed - calling out Robin’s glory seeking and loss of status, then turn to Marian, and it seems his obsession with her (other than being The Only Noblewoman in Nottingham) is in part to have everything Robin once did  - his lands, his title, and the woman to whom he was betrothed - especially taking into account the backstory of season 3. It’s rather gross the way he speaks of Marian (“do you think I won’t laugh every time...”) although I suppose you could argue that it was a targeted attack on Robin and not how he actually feels.

It’s interesting that at this point, Guy accepts that Marian is sympathetic to Robin and still has contact with her - he’s not entirely clueless.

Concussion Count: Guy (Total: Robin x 2, Guy x 3)

The scene between Robin and Marian is also very good - he does throw her “everything is a choice” back at her somewhat petulantly, but it shows that he listened to her, and took what she said to heart. Marian, like the gang, assumes the accusation against Guy is about her engagement, and they have two tense conversations at once (”you took his ring/you took his ring” is rather deft).

I feel for Marian here, because she’s in a bad situation forced into marriage with Guy, and it would be made so much worse if he’d done what Robin says. She’s trying to make the best of it.

Everyone’s reaction to “I like her/I think I love her” is priceless, and I will defer to this commentary on this excellent post. Also a shoutout to @angel-in-a-big-blue-box’s tags #I also love how marian's stepping back like 'I don't understand. Y'all just voice your feelings like that? #You don't passive-aggressively snark at each other?’ SO TRUE - neither can fathom actually being this direct - Robin snarks that “everything is a choice” about running off into the forest, when he means “choose me” but can’t say it.

Concussion Count: Robin  (Total: Robin x 3, Guy x 3). Both of them about to develop CTE at this rate.

I’ve said it before, but for all his faults, Robin admits when he’s wrong.

Will’s awkward little “Djaq” and Allan’s grin and nod is so cute.

I would have liked a longer conversation between Robin and Djaq tbh, her “and you gave him up for me?” is perhaps a trifle too magnanimous of her, but it’s a nice little coda with the gang all sitting down together and forgiving Robin.

[thegeminisage]

i finished the raven cycle

which means i finished the main trc books and the short story about opal and the first dreamer trilogy book. here are my spoiler lite final impressions:

trc2 is the best trc book but trc1 is a VERY close second

i did power thru trc3 even though i wanted to fight m*ggie in the parking lot myself. i still think the gray man deserves to die. BUT im glad they said in tdt1 that the lynch brothers DO NOT talk to him, like, ever. good. as god intended

i think trc3 is my least fav because of the gray man alone actually. it’s hard to differentiate 3 and 4 in my head as well because i read them both on the same day but i didn’t like 4 very much either

blue’s freaky tree dad 🖕

[this bullet has big spoilers for trc4] i think the twist in trc4 was poorly done and i didn’t enjoy it very much. that final moment re: gansey deserved a little more unpredictability, more strong imagery. at no point was i tricked into even CONSIDERING a favor was going to prevent him from dying. i was 100% certain the entire time he was going to die and then they’d find a way to bring him back. so to have him die and then get his life saved, even if it wasn’t by the king, felt a little weak. like, uneventful. time travel future vision prophecy shit is supposed to yank you around a little more

it still got me in the end tho. gansey grew on me enough that when he did finally kick it i was sad. but i didnt miss him in tdt1. i did miss blue VERY much. i also really miss henrietta. it’s not somehwere i would ever want to live personally because rural towns are just one step removed from hell, but it gave the trc books a lot of character. the barns don’t count. take me back!!!

did we just all totally fucking forget about noah? is that what happened?? if i stanned noah i’d be pissed as hell. when we say removed from time do we actually mean everyone LITERALLY forgot about him, cause he’s the only member of the gangsey that doesn’t get mentioned in tdt1

i kept ping-ponging back and forth about do i like adam or not. sometimes i love adam. sometimes i wanna dump him in the garbage. stop yelling at blue!!! stop being such a dick!!! it’s wild to me that adam began the book as being closest to gansey and the second person he grew close to was blue but when he’s on the same screen as either of them 99% of the time i want to punt him into the sun

adam/ronan rights tho. i couldn’t see it at first but yk what they’re cute good 4 them

tdt1 got a slow start (not super interested in watching ronan’s relationship crash and burn or seeing him be miserable 24/7 over what he is) but the end was BANGIN. i was on the edge of my seat for the last third of it or so

REALLY liked jordan hennessy and all, uh, related entities. less enthralled with the dreamhunters and visionaries. felt like i should have been sadder when [redacted] died but they didnt have enough time to build up a rapport!!

trc was ronan stan hours but tdt1 is declan stan hours. actually ronan is kind of a freak in tdt1, it’s a little scary

ronan would be doing a lot better in tdt1 if he didn’t have a depression/anxiety-incuding security system set up around his farm

tdt1 did the impossible in that it made matthew actually interesting near the end. i still don’t know that i’ll ever be like Invested in him but i’m VERY pleasantly surprised that i’m no longer bored by him

i REALLY like ronan and hennessy’s bond but i don’t want it to be romantic (ronan’s gay and not bi, right?). on the other hand declan and jordan should absolutely ride off into the sunset together

[this bullet has big spoilers for tdt1] but listen: that moment when declan encountered a copy of his dad who hugged him and said he was proud. when you find out aurora is not his mom. when declan has needed ronan and NEEDED ronan over and over throughout the books and ronan doesn’t answer but he answers when the dreamhunters are coming for matthew. when ronan whose dreams have isolated him and been nothing but trouble for him and his loved ones uses that power to summon an entire swarm of essentially hellhounds to go protect matthew in his place. when ronan is dead 600% certain he’s about the find the body of another family member and he drops to his knees in relief to hear matthew alive, to realize for the first time he’s not too late to save them. when declan gets THIS CLOSE 👌 to thanking ronan for finally being there and saving their lives. declan realizing at the end of the book that he gave up everything for nothing. ronan, only a few years out of the closet, his entire life having been defined by secrecy, standing up and showing a crowd of like 60 people what he really goddamn is. tdt1 fucks actually

however i can’t decide if i like tdt1 better than any of the trc books bc they’re different animals. blue is in trc and i really love blue. but watching ronan really come into it as a dreamer is extremely cool especially since he spent the first half of the book feeling sorry for himself

S W O R D S

[gainerstories]

Muffin Tops: Epilogue (Community Story)

Written by: Gainer Stories

Hayden unlocked the front door of Muffin Tops and waddled inside, followed by his husband. They walked to the back of the bakery and up a spiral staircase to their office. The duo had been proud business owners for a mere six months, and proud husbands for nearly a year. Out of breath from the stairs, they each plopped down in their reinforced office chairs. Every morning they arrived one hour before opening to discuss cash flow, changes to that day’s menu, and issues concerning staff. Business was booming since they had opened, with both men astonished at their income. They chose a location far from the beach and innovated a regularly updated gourmet menu to differentiate themselves from Thick Treats Bakery, and it was definitely paying off.

“Here’s today’s menu,” Hayden said passing Diego an iPad for review.

“Sounds delicious, save me some of the cherry devil cupcakes will you? And perhaps we should up the price point on those-- they went fast last time,” Diego replied while absentmindedly rubbing his protruding beach ball of a gut.

“Perfect, and let’s discuss Adrian,” Hayden said. “He’s such a sweet kid, but he’s horribly awkward with the customers. I gotta say that I haven’t minded watching him put on that little paunch since he started, but…” Hayden shrugged.

“But we should consider letting him go. It’s a shame because he’s really thickened out. That ass is seriously juicy now! I was watching him bend over to take trays out of the oven and his pants can’t even contain that furry ass crack from showing.”

“He does love sampling my concoctions, I can’t complain there. I bet he’s put on a solid twenty pounds of chub in two months…”

The couple decided to keep a closer eye on Adrian, his work performance and his gains, before pulling the plug. After finishing up their meeting, Hayden rolled his chair over to his husband to plant a smooch on his chubby cheek, their bellies grazing each other. They were nervous to go into business together, but it had only made their relationship stronger. Besides, Diego didn’t spend every day at the bakery, leaving day-to-day operations up to Hayden. Now that he had a bank account to match his waistline, he was going to the gym again and sprucing up an old Jaguar in his free time.

“I’m gonna get in my baking gear and head down to the kitchen,” Hayden said.

The baker hoisted himself from his chair causing his pale belly to swing out of his too-tight T-shirt. Hayden hadn’t put on too much weight since their wedding, maintaining the fleshy form of a baker that knew his craft. Small moobs rested atop his swollen, hanging, midsection that barely fit in any clothes. He’d taken to wearing obscenely small shirts under his baker’s jacket because Diego liked the surprise when he ripped it off. On workdays Hayden exclusively wore sweatpants, and the rest of the time he usually had to wear suspenders with his jeans. A jolly double chin spilled out around the collar of his baker’s jacket, occasionally causing a slight rash on particularly sweaty days. The last ten or so pounds seemed to collect mostly on his thighs, which were chafing like crazy. He was definitely feeling the discomfort of being obese, but ameliorated the pains by training his employees to take over his most labor-intensive duties.

Diego remained in the office for a couple hours doing paperwork. Muffin Tops was a-flurry with customers as usual. Feeling accomplished for the day, Diego grabbed his gym bag and locked the bathroom door to change. He stripped off his skin tight jeans and slid booty shorts over his bulbous butt. He was happy that his ass grew just as fast, if not faster, than the rest of him. It had developed an overhang of its own and required special tailoring for all his jeans. The only downside was that it was constantly sweating. All that meat packed into the seat of some tight denim caused a serious case of swamp ass. He didn’t mind, however, and relished the way it bounced in tandem with his belly when he walked.

Next, he pulled on his muscle tee. This was his sluttiest and favorite type of clothing. About thirty pounds ago he had cut the sleeves off a bunch of black tees. Since then they became faded and tattered from overuse and as of late a sliver of belly peaked out everytime he lifted his arms during a workout. His perfectly rounded and wobbling belly, crisscrossed with bright red stretch marks, garnered lots of stares at the gym. His pecs also were somewhat exposed in his shirt. The muscle undergirding his chest and arms was coated in a layer of pudge that connected both parts of his body with more stretch marks. When Diego was swole, it looked like he was about to burst.

Dressed in his skimpy ensemble, he lumbered down the stairs and towards the front of the store. As he approached the front counter a familiar, yet hard to place voice uttered his name.

“Diego?”

Confused, Diego stared at a large man in front of him, trying to place where he’d seen his face before.

“Diego, it’s me… Bradley. Your former boss.”

“Oh my god, Bradley. You…” How the tables had turned. It seemed like just yesterday that Bradley didn’t recognize Diego’s fattened physique. Now Bradley was giving him a run for his money.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who got thick,” Bradley, beat red, awkwardly muttered and shrugged.  

“I… well, I mean, yeah married life and running a bakery has done a number on my waistline,” Diego proudly gripped his gut with both hands and gave it a firm jiggle. He no longer had qualms about showing off, even to someone like Bradley. He was proud of his body.

“No shit, you run this place? That’s amazing dude, I live for your coffee cake. Come here a few times a week before work. I uh, got promoted to an office position at city hall... Hence this gut hangin’ off of me.”

Diego looked down at the former lifeguard’s torso. Bradley’s beach body had completely gone to pot in a little over two years. Diego couldn’t believe his eyes. Bradley still retained some muscle, but for the most part his chiseled physique and sunkissed skin had become swollen, fleshy, and pale. He also wasn’t used to seeing Bradley in a button-up, especially one so snug. His love handles warped the the geometry of the plaid print, accentuating the distendedness of his belly. Diego also noted how his chest had begun to sag and even his cheeks were puffier. For a few seconds they were both just staring at each other, taking in their swollen fatty forms bursting at the seams of skimpy clothing.

“Hey Adrian, give my friend here the employee discount from now on,” Diego shouted and turned to face Bradley. “From one former lifeguard to another: you look better with some chunk, Bradley,” he said and patted the man’s gut. “I gotta head out but I’ll see you around. Enjoy yourself,” he said with a wink.

As Diego strutted out the door he could feel Bradley’s eyes on his bouncing behind. The encounter was extremely gratifying to Diego who worked out even harder at the gym because of it. By the end of his workout his limbs felt like jello and he knew he was gonna be sore the next day. Even still, he was electrified with verve. He felt ecstatic, hungry, and horny.

Diego spent the rest of the afternoon at his favorite burger joint and then the beach. He scarfed down a double cheeseburger, fries, and a slice of pepperoni pizza. Before leaving he filled up his large cup of coke one more time and waddled out to his car. On his way to the beach, he stopped at a corner store for a bag of pork rinds. The next two hours he spent shirtless in the sand, like an Adonis grown fat with wealth. Lathered in sunscreen, his naked torso glistened and gurgled in the sun. He had learned to be careful of getting an uneven tan with his new belly. Too often, only the top would tan leaving a pale crescent of underbelly. This meant fully reclining on his back to ensure the pillow of fat on his abdomen got full exposure. As he lay reclined, fantasies of the newly fattened Bradley drifted through his mind.  

Following his beach romp, Diego was even hornier than before and headed straight to Muffin Tops where Hayden was closing up. His dick nearly hard before he even got there, Diego swung open the doors and confidently marched over to his husband. His whole body jiggled and swayed and Hayden was in awe.

“Wow, who is this tanned hunk of meat approaching me?” Hayden said starry eyed.

Diego pushed the baker onto the counter, ripping off his baker’s coat, and kissed his mouth like it was the most delicious pastry on earth.

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After-Party: Skrimir

All smut will be tagged as #risque

So here's the first part of sequels to the Corrin fic. And here we start with Skrimir. It's been forever since I've ever written smut and I actually kinda like this!

This whole series is inspired by tumbyrumblings. Especially their "The Big Day series," but all their stuff is good. So go check em out!! Especially if you like more smut wg stuff. Cause it will not be a common thing for me

Won't ever take smut requests in the foreseeable future and I still don't like talking about specific explicit stuff cause I feel like I'm a prude.

Also kinda glad l took it a smut route since it helps give me more ideas to differentiate each part.

I really love the idea of Corrin being super possessive from being dragon.

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"Graaah!" A multitude of roars and complaints a constant to Corrin's new lifestyle, Skrimir's always remain the loudest and most insistent. 

Scrolling on his phone, Corrin smiles as Skrimir's anger persists. A treasure to see him express his anger, his fat not permitting to act upon it, Corrin loves teasing Skrimir by placing food outside his reach.

The smallest of the five, Skrimir was given special attention early on to catch up. Except everyone else's hopeless need to fulfill their hunger made sure that Skrimir was still the smallest, Ranulf the closest and even he holds a sizeable difference to Skrimir. Skrimir's body is a cantaloupe to the other's watermelon body. 

Lying down in bed, Skrimir the only one with such luxury, he's nearing the end of that privilege. His face an imitation of a topographical map, Skrimir's cheeks bloat out, the molehills rising with each angry huff of air. Despite being the smallest, his size is only comparative, for Skrimir to be compared to anyone else, he could only.be described as a mammoth, his gut or ass able to crush any normal sized human.

Corrin only in boxers, most of his day consumed in baking food that his lovable blobs would consume and feeding said lovable blobs, he found the lone pair relaxing, Corrin always preferring less layers. A simple tray of sugar cookies beside Skrimir's bed, Corrin enjoys his day.

"Corrin!" His roars not causing any reaction from Corrin, they evolve into him yelling his name. Anger only rising, Skrimir's thrashing only intensifies. Bed springs boinging, the sound of them remind Corrin of another activity. His clenched legs only provide a bit of the friction he craves, hands rubbing his thighs. His phone turned off, Corrin dips a hand down, eyes closing. 

The band lifted up, creaking springs getting louder, Corrin's hand shoots back up from a crash. Heart racing from the shock, it continues to race from the scene in front of him.

A desperate need for the cookies despite having already eaten no more than thirty minutes ago, Skrimir's vigorous shaking led to him gaining momentum for a roll. His roll allowed his fat to venture past his dented mattress. Except his body wasn't able to lift himself up so he came crashing down to the floor. But his endeavor caused him to fall on the opposite of the cookies' location, Skrimir now further away from them. 

Corrin standing up, he ends up with an unobstructed view of Skrimir's dimpled ass, the tan blubbery stuffed cheeks curvier than a winding road. He catches a view of Skrimir's mountainous gut, the hill for a stomach lifts him up, fat oozing underneath him. 

Boxers straining more than before, Skrimir's gasps and complaints only strain them further. Deciding to take it slow, tormenting Skrimir too good to pass up, Corrin takes his time. Ignoring the cavern that us Skrimir's fat caked hole, he grabs the tray of cookies first. He lies down on Skrimir's back, Skrimir's quickening breath from his member pressing into his back doesn't go unnoticed. The way Skrimir's back folds contort slightly around his member also don't go unnoticed, Corrin's legs buckling.

"You want these cookies, huh?" Skrimir doesn't have the opportunity to answer, his mouth crammed with multiple cookies from Corrin's fistful. "Then shut up and eat," Wasting no time, Corrin relentlessly bombards Skrimir with the sugar cookies, his hand ends up covered in his saliva. 

Humping Skrimir, Corrin's breathes end up shallow, every other word strained. "You fought this so much," Precum slicking his hard dick, the stickiness only provokes him further. "I stuffed you so much. Now look at you; can't even walk. Probably don't even want to," Sliding off of Skrimir, he ends up in front of his face. Pulling his hair back, he licks his lips from the trail of drool trickling down Skrimir's mouth, pooling onto his moobs. "So eat,"

Skrimir's feeding machine on hand, Corrin grabs it. No further prompt on Corrin's end, Skrimir wraps his lips around the tube, his angry face at being shamed not matching his submissiveness. 

"Now to do something you never let me do," Walking around Skrimir, Corrin huffs, Skrimir's moans affecting him more than he expected. Ending up directly behind Skrimir's ass, Corrin wastes no time in having his saliva covered fist enter Skrimir's ass. The act reminiscent of Skrimir's debaucherous nights with him when he was one mobile, the movement offers little pleasure for himself. Skrimir's squirming helps motivate him, his moans drowned out by the constant torrent of food only reminding Skrimir of his current food focused state. 

A wail of a whimper suitable for a whale, Corrin slowly removes his fist. Placing both hands around Skrimir's ass to hug it, he huffs as he rushes for the drawer. 

Grabbing the lube, he smothers his dick in it, the cooling nature of it sends shivers up his spine. 

"You must feel like an oven with how much of a fat pig you are," Lining himself up, Corrin's clenches his teeth as he enters, friction finally attained. "Just think of it as a mud bath," One thrust the beginning of the end of his journey, Corrin groans as each thrust makes Skrimir's fat ass pound back to him, the slap of his balls pleasing to him.

"Gods, you're still so small. How would you look even fatter?" Hands clinging onto Skrimir's ass, he feels his needed release coming. "You're already a brat; I can't wait for you to beg for more," The last slurps of the machine alert Corrin, the beanbag known as Skrimir gorging on it. 

"Hungry…," Skrimir huffs, his own wanton pleasure effecting him.

Knees nearly giving out, Corrin pants as he releases his load. Resting on Skrimir's ass for a second, he slowly pulls out. A bit of cum leaking out, Corrin smiles.

Huffing, he licks his teeth, the sharp chompers feeling sharper than before. Staring at Skrimir, he stares at his possession. Eyes slightly redder, he thinks fondly of his tiger. Embracing his draconic self, he glistens from his pride, his possessions happy to please him.

Feet trudging back to Skrimir's face, he grins down at him, feeding tube sucked dry. 

"That's a nice little piggy; eat for me," Grabbing Skrimir's face, he rubs his cheeks, pulling at them. Despite already being spent, he shoves his cock inside Skrimir's mouth.

Despite Skrimir treating him more like a tube, the ferocity that he sucks makes up for the lack of tongue. A barely acceptable second load shooting into Skrimir's mouth. Corrin pulls out, eyes closed shut as he paints Skrimir's face with his cum.

"You're mine," He whispers. "And whatever is mine, I'm gonna stuff them until they can't think about anything else," Kissing Skrimir, the taste of his semen lightly dancing on his lips, Corrin pulls back heaving. Nails sharper, senses more aware, Corrin doesn't bother cleaning himself, getting more food for Skrimir more important.