#and then mocked him for being unable to get up afterwards

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

something else hawk should've been allowed to be mad about: that silver bullet punch that kenny did on him

[remphobia]

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ drippin’ love ✦

genre: pure, unadulterated smut. mdni.

summary: in which you playfully suggest to your boyfriend, haechan, that you two ditch the condoms. turns out, he has some kinks you didn’t know about.

word count: 1.1k

content warnings: dom!haechan, breeding kink, unprotected piv (don’t ever do this.) degradation, spitting (fem rec.), slapping (fem rec.), choking, mentions of voyeurism, squirting, oral (male rec.), mentions of piss, haechan gets called a pervert once by reader, badly written ending

haechan was many, many things, but what he wasn’t was a patient man and everyone knew this—from his professors to his close friends, he was known to want things done immediately. and so, when you two ran out of condoms, he was less than patient about it.

you were laying on the couch of his apartment, your legs sprawled out as your head dangled over the edge of the couch, the sound of haechan’s voice breaking through the stillness of the room.

“it’s stupid that we can’t have sex until we get more condoms, we’re both clean,” he whined, running his hand through his messy black hair as he looks over at you with the poutiest, most pathetic expression he could muster.

you couldn’t help but let out a resigned sigh at his pouty expression, sitting up and looking at him with a look of mock disappointment. “we don’t have to use a condom if it’ll shut you up,” you say, the words meant to simply be a playful taunt, a soft giggle escaping your lips afterwards.

except the air in the room had changed, the tension rising between the two of you palpable as haechan looks at you with a look of pure hunger, a look you had never seen in his eyes before. but surprisingly, you weren’t scared, in fact, you wanted him more than you ever had before.

“you’d let me fill that pretty pussy? that’s what you want, baby?” he asks, his voice raspy and low as his eyes trail up and down your body, his gaze lingering on your breasts for a beat too long to not be purposeful. your words were caught in your throat, unable to respond, you simply nodded your head in agreement with his words.

“such a braindead little whore, cant even speak,” haechan says mockingly, leaning over and grabbing your hair to shove you to the ground, your knees hitting the floor with a loud thud that was sure to leave a bruise in the morning—not like you cared though, not while haechan’s hardened cock was right in front of your face.

it was almost as if you were on autopilot at this point, no thoughts in your head whatsoever as you simply stared up at him with glossy eyes and even glossier lips. the only thing that broke you out of your trance was the feeling of haechan slapping you across the cheek harshly, the sting doing nothing but add to your (barely contained) arousal, slick coating your inner thighs as you pathetically rub them together.

of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by haechan whatsoever, his gaze immediately turning into one of mockery and faux disgust at just how needy you were being for him. “needy little thing.. open your mouth,” he coos mockingly, and yet, you oblige his request no questions asked.

as soon as your lips parted, his spit was landing on your tongue and of course, you swallowed it all. in one swift motion, haechan had slid his sweats down revealing his swollen and hard cock, precum beading at the red tip. almost as if on cue, your lips were immediately wrapped around his cock, your hand palming at whatever you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

“fuck– yeah, keep doing that,” he moans out, his hands immediately finding your hair as he thrusts shallowly into your throat, making you gag whenever he hits the back of your throat. you were an absolute mess, spit and tears running down your face as your thighs rubbed together pathetically—the only sounds that could be heard were haechan’s moans and whines, along with your muffled cries and the loud sounds of you gagging and choking on him.

you were soon grabbed by the hair once again, except this time it was to lift you up so that you were bent over the couch, your soaked panties on full display for haechan and boy, did he enjoy the view. his hands were quickly pulling down your panties, tossing them aside and mumbling something that sounded oddly like “i’m keeping these,” but you were too damn desperate to care.

you were just about to ask him to repeat what he said when you suddenly felt it—his cock sliding into you without warning, the feeling of him thrusting so deeply and suddenly making you let out a sharp gasp. his hand immediately found its way to your hair, pulling you so that your back was perfectly arched as his thrusts continued.

“hae– haechan, slow down,” you hiccup out between your broken moans, unable to catch your breath due to the sudden intrusion. instead of verbally answering, haechan’s hand went to rub at your swollen and puffy clit, your eyes rolling back into your head as you start trying to match his thrusts.

“making such a fuckin’ mess around me, baby. i thought you wanted me to slow down,” haechan says mockingly, his thrusts becoming more sloppy and quick the more your swollen pussy sucked him in with each thrust and the creamy ring forming around the base of his cock didn’t go unnoticed either.

“what if mark walked in and saw me using you like this on the couch?” haechan asks, his tone just as mocking as it normally was, except his words had the complete opposite effect that they thought they would have on you—instead of covering your face in embarrassment or whining, your pussy clenched impossibly tighter around him at the thought of your boyfriend’s roommate walking in on you two.

you didn’t even need to reply, your body did all the talking for you—your pussy creaming all over his cock, your walls growing impossibly tighter and the pit in your stomach growing more and more uncomfortable as the seconds pass, except this time felt different. “haechan– baby, i think i’m gonna pee,” you whimper, your hand reaching behind you to try and slow down his harsh thrusts.

as soon as haechan registered your words, he immediately pulled out of you, causing a loud whine to escape your lips but that was soon replaced with a high-pitched, breathless moan as he pistons his cock inside you at a sharper, deeper angle that hit all the right places.

“gonna breed this pussy, c’mon baby.. lemme breed you, fill you up real nice– fuck, baby–” haechan babbles mindlessly, his thrusts matching his desperation as his orgasm was creeping closer and closer until you finally came—liquid squirting all over the couch, your thighs and his thighs—which made haechan’s hips stutter as his cum filled you up.

after a few moments of silence, the two of you simply laying down and enjoying each other’s company, you couldn’t help but turn to your boyfriend and laugh. “you’re such a pervert, getting off on getting me pregnant,” you say playfully, ignoring the way haechan’s bottom lip jutted out in an exaggerated pout.

haechan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your words, turning himself so that he was facing you fully as a smirk forms on his face. “says the girl who asked me to piss on her,” haechan retorts, unable to help himself from laughing.

“touchè.”

[hoondrop]

JUNGWON IS THE PERFECT CANDIDATE FOR LOOKS SWEET AND PLAYFUL AND SOFT BUT BEING ACTUALLY MEAN

unable to stop picturing him with an older gf inexperienced and shy and him being the one in control 🥴 pls pls post anything about mean younger bf jungwon ｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

i love how most of my asks are for wonie

MEAN YOUNGER BF! JUNGWON HEADCANONS

warnings: female reader, mean jungwon, jungwon constantly reminds reader he's younger, noona kink, baby trapping, dubcon?

1. He lives for the contrast. You're older, more reserved, still blushing over things he says and he adores it. The way you shy away when he whispers something filthy in your ear? He’ll say it again, slower, with a smirk, just to see you fidget.

“Why’re you acting so shy, noona? You’re the older one. Shouldn’t you be teaching me?”

2. Has a massive noona kink. He gets hard just hearing you call yourself that. "I’m older than you, I should know better…” and he’s like, "yeah, but you don’t. That’s what makes it so fun.”

3. Teasing touches all the time. His hand on your thigh under the table, thumb rubbing tiny circles. Leans in too close when speaking, brushing lips against your ear like it's nothing. Whispers, “Are you getting nervous again? You’re so easy to read, noona.”

4. Calls you “noona” in the filthiest tone. When you’re whimpering, trembling, begging. he murmurs it like a reward and a taunt. “You sound so pretty, noona. This is what you needed, huh?”

5. He's a pervert, full stop. The kind who steals your panties, keeps voice recordings of you moaning, takes photos of your expressions when you're lost in pleasure, especially your flushed, tear-streaked face.

“Don’t hide your face. Let me see you. You’re so cute when you fall apart for me, noona.”

6. Degrading praise. “So dumb on my cock, huh? Is that what you like? Being ruined by someone younger than you?” But he kisses your tears away after, always holds you close afterward. It’s twisted and tender all at once.

7. Loves corrupting you. You're innocent, not clueless, but you've never done much. And that just turns him on more. He loves being your first for everything; first orgasm from someone else's fingers, first time on your knees, first time tied up.

8. Brings toys. Vibrators, silk ties, plugs. and he teaches you how to use them, patient but smug. “We’ll go slow, don’t worry. But by the end of the night, you’ll be begging me to fuck you stupid with this.”

9. Power play is constant. You’re older, but he’s always in control. Pushes you on the bed, makes you repeat what you want. "Say it. Say ‘please make me cum, wonie...’ and when you do,

"Good girl.”

10. Dirty talking kink. Whispering to you during phone calls, voice notes, or while you’re out in public. “I want you to think about my fingers while you sit there acting all professional, noona. Are you wet just from my voice?”

11. Aftercare prince. He knows he goes too far sometimes, so afterwards.. he cuddles you like you’re fragile glass. Runs his fingers through your hair, tells you how pretty and good you were for him, makes you drink water, kisses your wrists and cheeks like a sweet boyfriend.

12. “You’re older, but I’m the one teaching you?” He’ll say this while you're squirming under him, moaning helplessly as he thrusts into you like he owns you. "How embarrassing for you, noona." He says it with a smile that makes your stomach twist.

13. He taunts you with your age while fucking you, always in that mock-innocent tone. “Shouldn’t a noona like you be better at this? Look at you... shaking like a virgin.”

“How does it feel to be this ruined by someone younger?” He says that right after pulling his fingers from you and sucking them clean in front of your face. “Bet no one ever made you cum like this, huh?”

14. Loves to humiliate you in private. Asks you filthy questions with a sweet voice: “Noona, how many guys have done this to you? …No one? Just me? You’re my dirty little angel then, aren’t you?”

15. Gets hard at the thought of being your first real lover. The fact that you’re inexperienced eats at his control. He’ll bend you over and whisper, “You waited this long just to be mine, didn’t you?” while grinding against you.

16. Makes you say it. Repeats filthy lines till you whimper them on your own. “Say it. Say ‘wonie, you fuck me better than anyone ever has.’ Say ‘You’re the only one who knows how to touch me.’ Come on, noona, don’t be shy now.”

17. Public whispers. In elevators, crowded places, dinners. he leans in and softly murmurs, “Remember how you begged for my cock last night? Noona, I can still feel your nails scratching down my back.” Then just smirks while you choke on your drink.

18. Wants to break you into only craving him. “You’ll never be able to cum without thinking of me again, noona. I’m gonna ruin every toy, every memory you had before me. Your body? it's mine now.”

19. Possessive as hell. Gets jealous you had a life before him, even if it was boring or sexless. He gets off on replacing it. “Don’t even think about them. I’m the only one in your head now, aren’t I?”

you nod.

"that's right.. in your head, your eyes, your heart.. and your pussy"

20. He always pulls out. Or at least he used to. But lately… he’s been stopping. Slipping up. Telling you mid-thrust that he can’t help it.

“I know I said I’d pull out, noona. But your pussy’s just begging to be filled. Look at how it squeezes me.”

21. He keeps a quiet, private calendar of your cycle. Acts chill. Until one day, you mention cramps and he lights up with dark, excited eyes.

“You’re late, right?” he asks, voice flat but hopeful in that sick way.

You stare at him. He just shrugs and kisses your neck.

“Good. I’ve been cumming in you like it’s my job.”

taglist: @jaylaxies @yourislandgirl

[animeyanderelover]

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, stalking, clinginess, manipulation, overprotectice behavior, isolation, abduction

Tags: @simplydlightfuldestiny @flaming-vulpix

S/o is like Giyu from Demon Slayer

Joseph Joestar

🦾​Lots of teasing is to be expected as Joseph is known for constantly pulling all sorts of tricks and playing games with his words all the time. Your quiet ad reserved nature just happens to be the perfect victim for the constant teasing, especially since there are times where he has the impression that you look down on him for his somewhat more childish and joking personality. You really are no fun to hang around as you are constantly elsewhere with your thoughts and it isn't uncommon for you to reprimand Joseph for his antics during the chase after the Red Stone of Aja which he always answers like the mature adult he is by giving you a ridiculous grimace. Once his obsession joins the action though, he has another hidden motive behind the constant jokes and the somewhat mean teasing he does. Simply speaking, he is miffed that you never respond to his flirty lines or any attempts to get to know you better. By mocking and teasing you as much as he does, he hopes that he might be able to get you to open up to him in one way. At times he takes it too far though, especially when he is feeling frustrated due to your stoic expression and Caesar has to literally punch him so that he behaves.

🦾​The awkwardness that fills the atmosphere as soon as he finds out about your past and your survivor guilt is almost overwhelming and Joseph, unable to come up with a fitting response, replies in the only way he knows how to by telling another joke. The hot shame is gnawing away within him though and it shows in the way he behaves much more awkwardly around you the following days, more hesitant with every sentence he chooses to speak. He's not exactly good in being overly emotional and comforting someone but give him some credits for trying to cheer you up by attempting to make you laugh only to realise that you are not the type to do so. He seems to become overly aware of your self-loathing afterwards though, notices how you are very willing to sacrifice yourself in favor of others all because you don't think that you deserve to be still alive. That triggers something within Joseph as he quickly confronts you and calls you out for your hypocrisy of criticising him for his unfitting behavior on the battlefield all whilst you seem to view everything as your personal suicide mission. The amount of times he bickers with you is astonishing and especially frustrating as you stay silent.

🦾​Joseph still stays very insensitive, especially when he is feeling petty and your behavior gives him lots of reasons to be petty. After all you ignore him often, avoid him or treat him as if he doesn't exist. At the same time Joseph is just yearning to see you expressing some sort of emotions besides that stoic expression that you give him so many times. He deserves an award for being as persistent as he is, constantly lurking around every corner in an attempt to scare you or to surprise you. That somewhat overbearing clinginess shows results though as you start to get exhausted from his antics, your own thread of patience slowly unraveling. To him it is almost some kind of victory the moment he manages to make you snap, his index finger pointing at you as he proclaims that you are human after all and not just an empty vessel with no feelings. Caesar he can't keep away but if any other man were to attempt to approach you, Joseph would probably tell them that they would merely waste their time as you are as cold as ice and your heart as unmovable as a statue, gossiping about you behind your back to drive all possible competition away from you.

Caesar A. Zeppeli

🫧​As a lady you automatically receive more affection from Caesar as soon as you join the team in their quest to defeat the Pillar Men. Your introverted and silent personality doesn't mash well with Joseph's outspoken and blunt attitude and whenever the Joestar pokes fun at you for being the way you are, telling you that you'll die all alone if you keep that icy expression, Caesar gets quickly in a heated argument to force his teammate to apologise to you. In public he can't help but glance at you every once in a while to ensure that you are feeling alright as it is obvious that you aren't overly comfortable in busy streets though your hardened expression may not give that away. There is one curiosity that he shares with Joseph though and that is the question of what exactly happened in your past to shape you into the person that you are today, though Caesar would never admit that. After all it's almost like he sees a little bit of himself in you before he found out about the true intentions of his father and before he was taken in by Lisa Lisa. He knows what it's like to harden your skin to not reveal your pain and to not get hurt again yet you refuse to reveal any information, slowly driving Caesar mad as his attraction grows.

🫧​It's his mentor who eventually reveals the crucial information about you that Caesar has been hoping to find out, all after he slowly approached her about the topic. It's your tragic backstory that most likely solidifies his transition from romantic feelings to a romantic obsession. Truly, it feels like he understands you too well for he too knows the feeling of indescribable loss and the terrible thought that it should have been you instead. With that guilt of still being alive comes the loss of value for one's own life, he has experienced this himself. This influences his behavior in every battle that follows from that point on. So far Caesar has always been somewhat protective but he always knew that you were much more rational and capable then Joseph who fools his way through every battle. That changes from that point on and you notice. He tries his best to not get separated from you during a fight, his green eyes constantly glancing over to you to make sure that you aren't in any serious troubles. Whenever you attempt to sacrifice yourself to beat an opponent, he instantly interferes and lectures you later on for it, half-angry and half-desperate as he fears that you will try it again in the next battle.

🫧​Because there are similarities that both of you share in regards to your past, Caesar is quick to slip into more delusional thoughts. After all only someone who truly understands your pain and your feelings could ever make for a worthy and good partner for you and that instantly excludes every other man around you within his mind. After all they could never understand your struggles and insecurities. He, on the other hand, can. That makes him the best, the most capable of loving you. He's quick to humiliate and put everyone down who attempts to flirt with you or who makes fun of you for your cold expression, his protective side acting up. Those protective antics of his aren't made better by the fact that you so rarely speak up for yourself. That means that Joseph receives a lot of scoldings from Caesar as he is without the doubt the no. 1 culprit when it comes to teasing you and though he means rarely any offense with his jokes, of course Caesar is unable to just let him joke about you like this. That isn't to say that your inability to open up and express your thoughts and feelings isn't tormenting Caesar, he just attempts to hide it better though it'll eventually get to him.

Wammu

🌪️​There is no hesitation within your eyes the moment Wammu awakes from his long sleep as you attack the as soon as the Pillar Man breaks free from the stones. It's quite a rejoicing gift upon his awakening though as Wammu is a warrior, made for the battles and the fights. Though he has been asleep for so long, neither his refelxes nor his skills have dulled with time which is why he is able to effortlessly block all of your attacks. Throughout the entire exchange as he awakens his two masters and Joseph and Caesar also join the battle, he can't help but be most intrigued by you. Your mindset and your way of battling remind him the most of what he would define as a warrior. You show little to no fear on your face, always remain composed and analyse him and his own fighting style throughout every clash, searching for open spots or weaknessess. You are the most relentless, constantly targeting him and though you suffer a great amount of injuries yourself, eventually you manage to make him bleed. Instead of feeling ashamed for having been wounded, Wammu finds himself impressed. He almost doesn't wish to kill you so Joseph's last minute plan is a bait he gladly takes.

🌪️​You vow to fight until your heart stops beating and he intends to see it through that you keep that promise as he uses a ring filled with poison, implanting it on your heart muscle as he gives you a date of when the two of you will meet again. As weeks pass and the promised day gets closer, Wammu finds himself training though Esidesi and Kars do not see the need in it as they are confident that he will be able to beat you. His motive is a different one though. He wishes to fight you with his fullest capabilities as he believes that you deserve that much respect from him as a fellow warrior. You haven't left his mind once even if he has only met you once yet through the fight Wammu has gotten to know you far more than some people can during an actual conversation with a stranger. He didn't sense any hint of hesitation from you even once as you attacked him over and over again when it became apparent that he was far stronger than you. He admires that mindset of not faltering even when your opponent is far above you. You are no coward who runs away but gives it her all and just as you will throw your everything at him, he intends to do the same.

🌪️​It's you instead of Caesar who approaches him in the castle as you quietly left without letting Lisa Lisa, Caesar or Joseph notice. You do not wish to get them involved as they mean a lot to you, another respectable trait that Wammu can't help but praise. Just as he has promised himself he goes all out against you and just as he has been hoping, you don't hold back against him either. You've greatly improved since the last time he has fought you and it fills him with a great sense of joy to know that you have trained earnestly for this day. Unfortunately you are still not strong enough to beat him as you grow weaker the longer this fight goes on. However, Wammu has decided to not kill you. During this one fight he has all but fallen for you. You are a worthy woman he is sure his master will approve of. He stops you as you go for another attack despite your heavy wounds, tells you that you can rest now as you have done more than enough to earn his respect and forever affection. He shall give you the ring with the antidote without any more bloodshed but you may not leave again. After all you stand on the side which intends to bring Kars down and he cannot accept this.

Esidesi

🧠​What intrigues him in particular about you is that you use your Hamon to manipulate water a lot during your fight against Wammu, a technique which serves as the opposite to his own ability to heat his blood up and to use his melt afterwards to melt everything it touches. Though he doesn't believe that you would go far if he were to fight against you as you still lack experience and skills. Esidesi's confidence lies in Wammu as he believes the warrior to be capable of holding you and your teammates back so it is a surprise for him and Kars when you manage to get past Wammu, your eyes on the two big fish. Obviously Kars and him are able to dodge you and your attacks effortlessly yet it is the fact that you managed to outsmart Wammu which has fully earned you Esidesi's fascination. He decides to not use his Flame Mode on you though as he realises that you are far too weak to take him on at his full strength, Instead he dodges your attacks, watching your every movement intrigued. As Wammu decides to spare Joseph and instead give him an ultimatum by imbedding a poisoned ring within his heart, Esidesi gets inspiration and decides to do the same with you.

🧠As you stay on his mind persistently, Esidesi decides to indulge himself a little bit. Sure, he respects you somewhat but he doesn't hold you in such a high regard as someone like Wammu which is why he has no qualms unveiling your past to satiate his own curiosity. Perhaps he has underestimated just how tragic the life of a human can be though as he discovers your past riddled with hardship and guilt. Going through it all and then thinking back, suddenly he realises why you had no hesitation attacking him and why you kept such an aloof attitude even as it became obvious that you weren't able to beat him as you currently were. You do not hold yourself highly, think of yourself as unworthy and that someone else should be alive and in your place instead of you. Frankly speaking, Esidesi thinks of it as a petty. After all you are such a pretty thing. Throwing your life away like this would be such a waste. That thought crosses his mind a lot as he awaits the day where you are meant to see him again and on a whim he decides to search for you earlier than he intended to do, all because he wants to see you through new lenses now that he is aware of your past.

🧠​He successfully manages to avoid being noticed by Lisa Lisa and her two guards, allowing him to observe you as you immerse yourself in your training. Whilst Caesar and Joseph train together you distance yourself as you prefer solitude and it is without their company and antics that Esidesi senses that air of grief and guilt that surrounds you. It is quite tragic even to him. After all he is no monster and still possesses a heart. He has never planned on how long he intends to stay but in hindsight he probably wouldn't have estimated to remain for days on end on the island, observing you and watching you as you train. When the day arrives where one of Lisa's guards is meant to test you, he kills the man and decides to test you himself instead. He goes all out for the first time on that day, revealing the full extent of his abilities to you and you fight bravely. It's during that battle that he decides to not only spare your life but also that he will take you. You've successfully managed to intrigue him and now he intends to keep you. After all he has only gotten to know one side of yours and yet he already feels this way. So he is truly excited to see how much his feelings can grow once he pulls you out of your shell.

Kujo Jotaro

🚬​In many ways Jotaro and you seem to be peas of the same pot. Both of you aren't overly thrilled to be amongst other people, both of you have troubles to express your feelings to others and both of you rarely let feelings get in the way during a battle. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why both of you get along rather well as both of you manage not to annoy each other. You are one the few women in Jotaro's life that hasn't fangirled over him and gotten on his nerves and he secretly appreciates that as it allows both of you to work together better as you chase down DIO to save his mother. You are a very reliable ally during the entire journey as you always remain composed and analyse every situation and every fight you get yourself involved in. There are multiple times where Jotaro catches you sitting somewhere alone as you need to recharge your social batteries in order to function properly but instead of scolding you, he joins you as he too needs to recover from everything. Neither one of the both of you speak much during such moments as you just stare silently ahead of you whilst he smokes a cigarette. Weirdly enough such wordless moments bring the both of you a lot closer.

🚬​Throughout the journey Jotaro grows a lot more protective of you as the enemies just keep on coming though he is not overbearing with it all. You are able to hold out on your own and he is somewhat glad as he wouldn't want to babysit you too closely as there are other things to focus on during the search for DIO. During the final battle between him and DIO Jotaro receives the first major shaking that leads to his obsession as DIO kills his grandfather right in front of him and nearly kills you all to push the Joestar into despair. Seeing your half-dead body on the ground, helpless against the stopping of time, awakes something within Jotaro which he was previously not truly aware of. He cannot put his fingers around it but it is that feeling which aids him during his fight against DIO and eventually leads to the brutal defeat he puts the vampire through. Initially he believes that this unfamiliar and intrusive emotion will go away as soon as you have recovered but he is mistaken. Whilst it weakens after you have made a full recovery, it doesn't disappear. Instead it always stirs awake when you are around and this troubles Jotaro to the point where he actually tries to avoid you.

🚬​There's a lot of reflection that he goes through as he slowly realises just what he is feeling and to what extent he is feeling. There are a lot of moments that suddenly replay within his head where you were about to sacrifice your life to take an enemy down. During the journey he didn't think of it too much as everyone on the team was prepared to risk their lives, especially once they stood face to face against DIO. It didn't bother him too much back then but now, after everything is down, he finds himself suddenly slightly aggravated about it though he knows that he should have no right to complain as he himself has done similar stunts throughout their travels. As soon as he has noticed his obsession, everything is suddenly burning very intensely within him and his possessive traits and his overprotective traits are the two things that burn the brightest amongst everything he is feeling. By now Jotaro has arrived at the point where he is aware of his feelings but has decided that he won't care for any morals. Instead he just returns to your life after your absence and makes it silently very clear that he intends to ensure that you become his from now on.

[lovcrss]

joel carries you home after a long patrol

The comforting lights of Jackson finally appeared in your vision after you left your horse in the stables, dragging yourself out into the street in an exhausted state.

Patrol lasted longer than you had expected, holding onto your last atoms of energy since you forced yourself into going today, not feeling it like you usually do. The day never seemed to end and you figured Joel would be impatient for your return for sure. Your back was killing you, carrying your supplies bag around all day.

It was pitch black outside, being late after midnight and the streets were quiet, empty with barely anyone awake. Except for Tommy, who had waited on you and your partner to return and of course Joel, who was already getting nervous.

“One hell of a ride, huh? My brother almost ran out there himself, ol’ bastard,” Tommy told you as he helped you get off your horse and return it.

“Wouldn’t have surprised me,” you sigh. “Thanks, Tommy.” You exit the stables, petting the horse and saying goodnight to the Miller brother.

Just as you’d have expected, Joel was out in the street, walking towards you with his head down. He usually didn’t have to wait on you to return this late, pacing down the street. Seeing him relaxed you, taking weight off your shoulders after a long day of not seeing him.

Looking up, he spots your tired figure slowly approaching him with a tired walk. Relief takes over his worried expression, quickening his pace towards you. You couldn’t help but smile. “Waiting on me?”

Once he sees the way you’re walking, slightly limping, he stands in front of you and fully observes you, searching for wounds and scratches. “What is it? You hurt?” he furrows his eyebrows, quickly taking off the backpack you carried and putting it on his own shoulder. You could tell he was getting stressed out.

“No,” you shake your head. “I’m fine, just…” you sigh, grabbing his arms and holding onto him. “Think I’m gonna pass out.”

He scoffs, looping your arm under his and leading you back to his house. “So you’re exaggerating?”

Truthfully, you sort of were, but the last few days were all like this for you. Shooting him a glare, you give up. “I’m serious,” you mumble, resting your head on his shoulders.

The wind refreshed you as you lean onto him on your way back. Joel pulls you closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulder, the proximity between you bringing comfort and feeling of safety.

“Poor girl,” he shakes his head with a smile. “Alright, c’mon.” Suddenly he stops just two houses away from his own and you no longer feel the ground beneath you, feet swinging in the air as he picks you up. You gasp, freezing in surprise and grasping onto his big frame. “Joel!”

He continues walking a little faster than the two of you did, getting tired as well. “What, baby? We’d be home tomorrow if you kept it up.” You accept your fate, dropping your head on his chest and letting him carry you to his door.

Joel opens the front door with you still in his arms. Walking over to the sink, he turns on the tap and pours you a glass of water. “Drink this.” You obey, enjoying the way he’s handling you still.

After you’re done, he carries you over to the bedroom and plops you gently down on the bed with a grumble of protest from you. “There ya go princess, you happy?” he mocks with raised eyebrows, afterwards moving to the bathroom to get ready for bed.

You sit up, holding yourself up with your fists. “Still have to change.”

“Want me to do that for you too?” he asks sarcastically.

You shrug with a smirk on your face, standing up to gather your own sleeping clothes. “I wouldn’t mind,” you tease.

Even though the both of you were exhausted by now, you still had a few jokes left in you. He rolls his eyes with a sigh, unable to hold back a smile. “Get your ass to bed.”

A/N: something sweet before a filthy fic ☺️

[vero-lynn]

Do you really think Brian blames Tim for everything that's happened?

Tim didn't know the sickness could spread, he didn't even connect the dots about the Operator in the entries being the same monster he'd seen in his childhood until much later.

As for forgetting Brian, the sickness causes amnesia, Brian should know that better than anyone, Tim wasn't aware of Brian's whereabouts after college because of said amnesia, he had probably tried to reach out at some point but it might have been after Alex killed him for the first time. Tim may have thought that Brian just moved on from him since he didn't reach out either, Tim had never formed a relationship with someone prior to Brian, the only one he had before was with his mother who left him in a psych ward as a kid which probably gave him some kind of abandonment complex, after never hearing back from Brian he might have felt that he should have seen it coming, that just like his mother no one else would actually want him around. Tim lived life as normal afterwards because that was all he could really do.

This isn't a jab at any of your analyses about Brian btw, I think you're probably the only person in the fandom who understands his character best and I love reading all your posts about him. I'm just asking this from the viewpoint of my own analysis of MH, and I'd really like to know what you think.

Smiles at you so cutely, thank you for this ask..

TLDR for everything I'm about to say: NO!!!!! NO. Brian doesn't, but I MYSELF DO. I always try to make sure that it's obvious it's my personal beef with Tim, not Brian's, but...

Let me yap about this, get comfortable..

SO BRIAN. That's a man that loves so much and so genuine. He's a lover and a giver.

He doesn't HATE. He never HATES anyone other than ALEX. Alex is the only person he has genuine hatred for and who he wants DEAD - AND YET!! He's unable to kill him himself. He is okay with holding the gun for as long as someone else pulls the trigger.

Now, you mentioned the sickness and that Tim didn't know, well, do you know who DID know? MASKY. Someone had to come to Brian, give him a camera and tell him to cover up his face, pointing him in the right directions - that being stalking and recording Alex because something was wrong with him. Obviously Brian would know that his best friend is changing, so he followed along. We know that he's been stalking Alex BECAUSE he's missing in entry 17 and 20. He's not there. He's... Somewhere! He should be on set but he's simply not! Or he's feeling sick! He himself is getting sicker and sicker the longer he's stalking Alex.

No, Brian doesn't blame Tim/Masky for this.

Brian and Masky had to be working together while marble hornets was being recorded, they knew it was important, but later on, after everyone is gone, Masky/Tim never go out of their way to follow Alex and finish the job, we know this because Tim is living a normal life FAR FAR away from where Alex is, HE HIMSELF doesn't even know he moved.

No, Brian doesn't blame him for forgetting about him, but he is bitter about him not finishing the job and not coming with him to do so. We see that in TTA and the constant calling out and mocking from Hoody. (Messages is a good example, and so is BROADCAST that's posted right after Masky's leg gets broken. Are you drowning?)

In short, Brian doesn't hate Tim. He doesn't blame him for anything. He knows his situation and not once would he be angry at him for his choices. He doesn't WANT to hurt him, but he IS willing to do so to get what he wants and what they all need. (The pills, and Alex dead and gone.)

Tim is incapable of going straight for the kill, that's what Masky was always good at. He needs Masky to come out so they can hunt Alex down and kill him. Tim won't help him. He knows this. Tim is aggressive towards him, Tim doesn't remember him, but again, MASKY does. He doesn't hurt Tim just to see him suffer, he doesn't want that! At all! But there's simply no other way. And he's willing to take it.

Even after he dies, he NEVER. EVER. Blames or is mad at Tim for it. He's so relieved he's okay and safe and ALIVE. That's all he wanted. THAT'S ALL HE WANTED. He doesn't blame him for his own death, but the ark is pushing him with the whole "I KILLED YOU! AND YOU'LL DIE HERE SLOWLY BECAUSE OF ME!" nightmare he had with Tim's mask. And yet.. he doesn't. He loves Tim. He never stopped.

His actions are out of anger and frustration, sure, but the deep love and care never left. He never wanted to hurt anyone.

I do though, I hate Tim for how he treated Hoody. I don't care that it was a stranger, you can see that a person is sick with the same disease YOU have medicine for and you're unwilling to help them even if all THEY did was to help and guide your ass. He's a hypocrite to me, and I understand his reasonings, but I'll never not be bitter about it. -- that's a whole different thing though haha...

MY DMS ARE ALWAYS OPENED FOR DISCUSSIONS BTW!! I LOVE TO YAP!!

[glassrowboat]

Princess. Boothill.

Summary: The summer is always the best time to sit back and enjoy the sounds of nature on a horse back ride, especially when it's with you by his side.

Word Count: 1,800+

The trot of horses on an old path was a welcome one as the trees covered the sky above, blocking out the beaming sun in a canopy of the most vibrant greens. Birds singing in tune with a stream nearby, one you know well from your many times running to it as the heat got the best of you just to kick at the waters for the chance of being splashed with a refreshing cool.

Fortunately enough, today wasn't unbearable. Hot, still, but that's nothing new.

“What's with ya and always takin’ it slow, princess?” A voice called out to you, trying to distract you from the task at hand. That being: getting used to riding a horse in the first place.

Your teacher for…well..the mare you were currently on top of.

“Cmon girl, I swear I taught you how to gallop by now. Less ya scared?” A snort came from him, unlike the ones the horses huff out after being ordered to go into a different direction than the one they wanted.

Stubborn creatures they were, but your teacher had assured you the one you were riding on, Crafty, was the least stubborn of the bunch. A ‘tamed lass’ or something along those lines. At least that's what he claims, but you've personally experienced being bucked off before.

It was unpleasant, to say the least. The moment you hit the rough patch of dirt, grass tickling your skin, you were unable to breathe despite your attempts to gasp for air. Quite literally knocked out of you as you choked on the spot. Your body refused to fill your lungs.

Now, you had never been much of a smoker but in that moment you would have gladly taken a puff from a spit covered end if it meant getting what you longed for.

It was only when you were breathing again that you noticed a certain someone (a complete prick) was standing above you holding Crafty's reins in hand and laughing.

“Well, it was bound to happen ‘ventually.”

Those words made you want to punch him as your teacher leaned down, hand taking your own, and helped you up.

Afterward, you immediately ran off to shower. The need for a break and a good wash far too tempting to resist after getting knocked off your ass.

Since then you had been dubbed-

“Princess?”

That.

You glanced over at him, despite knowing you should keep your eyes forward lest Crafty follows the direction you're gazing at, to catch the sight of his black and white hair thrown up in a messy ponytail. Hat, as always, perched right on top of his head.

“Everytime you call me that, I want to call you Cruella De Vil.”

Your teacher awwed at your words, cooing the harsh tone in your voice. “You wanna give me a nickname now? I didn't know we were at tha’ stage in our relationship yet.”

“We are in nothing close to a relationship.” You snapped.

“Wowy pardner, way to-” You glared at him, waiting for your teacher (Cruella) to dare and even try to finish his sentence when you both knew he was going to attempt to say something along the lines of ‘shit on my parade’- “rain on my parade.”

“Yeah, that's totally what you were going to say.”

“Obviously.” He said, drawing out they ‘ly’ the same way you would when mocking how a country singer says the word whiskey.

You found yourself going “uhuh,” nodding in agreement just to get him off your back. Shame it didn't work as well as you wanted it to as Cruella over there kept jabbering. Stuffing your ears full of words like a tamale.

“Ya know, if it gets any hotter I'm sure we could fry an egg just by puttin’ it on a rock to sizzle up real nice. Would you like that, princess, me cooking you up a meal? Maybe we can have a beer or two to top it-”

Eventually, you found your legs squeezing the horse below you, signaling her to pick up the speed. Your hips meeting the same beat hers did as she ran, just like you were taught.

it's easier that way, apparently. Puts less stress on your body.

Hoofs beating against the well-worn path, but your teacher was far more comfortable going at a faster pace, making him catch up with you easily as he whistled at the horse to slow down. Her legs were already betraying you as they moved back into a slow trot all the way to a stop. Crafty staring back at you like she was expecting you to give her a treat for the treacherous behavior.

Well, she was certainly well trained, at least. Maybe he did have a point in saying Crafty was a tamed lass.

“Tryin' to run from me now?” He asked, laughter in his voice even as your teacher clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

“You were the one complaining about us going too slow earlier.”

“Huh? Can't seem to recall that.” Reaching over, he took the reins from your hands, slipping them as easily from your gasp as any trained pickpocket might. “Mind getting off ol Crafty here so we can talk?”

“I'd rather not.”

“Course not. Real shame you're always so stubborn.” If he wasn't so close, you might have missed the part your teacher whispered about how he should have expected you to be harder to deal with than a newborn foal.

Yeah, fuck you too cowboy.

Running a hand over Crafty's neck, you couldn't help but cringe slightly at the feeling of her fur being so coarse. You'd have to remember to brush them down after cleaning out their hoofs. Something you like to do before and after every ride. After all, they deserve it for carrying you around like this.

“I don't know how you put up with Cruella over here.” You say to her. “Not when I'd never know when he's planning to turn my hide into a hat.”

Your teacher barked out a laugh as he picked his hat off his head, waving it slightly in front of your eyes so you could get a proper view of it. “It's not even made out of horse hide, ya see?”

“Yet.”

“Yet.” He repeated with a raised brow.

“Yeah, I'll give it until Crafty's leg finally gives out.”

The last thing you saw before your vision was covered was your teacher rolling his eyes right before he placed that dusty hat on your head. If you remember correctly, didn't that mean something like you were his girl or….

Ah.

Ah!

With a face as hot as the blazing sun shining down on you two, right in the midst of summer, no less, you shoved the hat back towards him. “That's sweaty and gross! I don't want it!”

Laughter caught on the wind as he took it back, holding it to his chest as your teacher pouted.

“Ya wound me. Here, a simple cowboy is offering you something to block out that blasted sun, and you don't even make use of it?”

“I can manage just fine without it.” You hissed.

“You have also been riding with narrowed eyes this entire time, princess. It kinda gives you away.”

“I said,” taking the reins from his hands you pulled them back into your grasp, careful not to accidentally kick Crafty up by startling her, “I'm fine.”

Turning around on the path you both had been riding down, you were met with the sight of the lush greenery you two had passed and two sets of horseshoe prints littering the ground.

“And I'm heading back.”

“All on your own? Didn't know you could handle that by yourself.”

“Yes, on my own, cowboy.” You said with a firm nod. “I'll fill the hay and everything so there's no need to worry about it.”

Even if it meant getting that blasted stuff in your bra. It always had a way of sneaking in there despite your best efforts and highest collar shirts.

“All covered then, eh?” He asked as Crafty nickered underneath you.

This time you didn't grace him with a response as you made your way down the path, the sound of the bird chirping and Crafty's tail trying to wack any bugs away from her your only company as your teacher watched you go.

“She's so stubborn, ain't she?” He found himself asking. Though the grin on his face was a clear indication that the thick headed nature of yours wasn't exactly minded.

“Guess I gotta try harder to build up a romantic mood to confess next time. I'll get her to listen for sure. I just need a bit of time.”

In return, your teacher was met with the huff of the horse he was sitting on as his hand moved up to block the sun in his eyes.

Back then his hand was flesh and blood.

But now?

His metal hand was blocking out the full moon, bright as it could be as he gazed up at the stars reflected on the aluminum coated surface he was still learning to get used to. The way they moved was nothing like real fingers that would hurt at the slightest papercut.

He would always stick the hurt finger in his mouth and say that would do the trick even as the little miss royal ass would insist he wash off.

Soap and water.

He needed a bath, or at least his hair needed to be washed off. The rest of him maybe needed a shining? Maybe a good wipe and oil capped off?

Boothill dropped his hand, letting it fall to his side as he looked back up at the sky.

If he closed his eyes right now, could he pretend it was sunny as can be? That the leafs above and Boothill’s hat were the only thing keeping his eyes from being blinded, that there was a stream right down the way he could hear just as clearly as the trot of two horses side by side?

Could he, just maybe, hear your voice?

Yet all he heard was his own breathing that was…altered in a way. Affected, just like the rest of him the moment he took on this hunk of a junk body.

It was agonizing to wake up from such a peaceful dream. One he wanted to go back to despite it long since having burnt to ash. Crumpled between warm fingers that had once touched your hand, now gone like the rest of him.

Grabbing his hat, Boothill got up where he was standing, trying his best to once again walk away from your memory. The same way he did as Boothill realized he had to flee that fateful day without erecting some sort of monument for everyone in their honor.

For Nick.

For Graey.

For his little girl.

For his princess.

[nylqnder]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄 | 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐃

— cozytober masterlist !

summary: a date to a cornfield goes awry when you get lost in the difficult maze

warnings: pure fluff

word count: 1.10k

notes: eighth installment of cozytober! hope you guys enjoy this

The air was crisp, carrying the familiar scent of autumn leaves as they crunched beneath your feet. You stood beside Cole at the entrance of the corn maze, gazing up at the hand-painted sign that read ‘The Labyrinth’. 

“This’ll be fun,” you said confidently, glancing at the map displayed on the wooden board beside the entrance. It was supposed to be a simple fall date, a chance to get outside, enjoy the weather, and steal a moment together while the hockey season was still in its infancy.

Cole squinted at it, his blonde hair slightly tousled by the wind. “Are you sure? It says 'Labyrinth.' Sounds kind of... ominous.”

You rolled your eyes, unable to suppress a laugh. “It’s a maze for kids, Cole. I think we’ll be fine.” You nudged his side playfully, feeling lighthearted as you folded the map, tucking it into your jacket pocket without much concern.

“Okay, if you say so,” he said. “Lead the way then.”

You stepped into the maze, the sound of rustling corn husks greeting you as you entered. For the first half-hour, you chatted about anything and everything — work, the latest episode of the show you’d been watching, and where you wanted to go for lunch afterward. Cole’s hand brushed yours as you walked, your fingers naturally intertwining. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, taking random turns here and there without a care in the world. The wind picked up slightly, but it wasn’t too cold — just the perfect kind of chill to keep you close to each other. The sun hung lower in the sky, casting golden light through the towering stalks, making the corn glow with a soft warmth.

After about thirty minutes of aimless wandering, Cole came to a stop, scanning the maze around you. He gave a small, amused huff. “So… shouldn’t we be, like, close to the exit by now?”

You frowned, looking around. You’d barely noticed the time slipping away, too caught up in conversation and the coziness of being next to him. But now, the maze felt endless, with the corn walls towering higher than you’d expected. The casual stroll suddenly seemed more like a game of endurance. “Uh… yeah, I guess we should,” you said slowly, pulling out the map. You unfolded it, realizing you hadn’t been paying nearly enough attention to where you’d been leading the two of you.

Cole glanced over your shoulder, raising an eyebrow. “You think that’s gonna help?”

You gave a small, nervous laugh, trying to brush it off. “Well… I thought we were supposed to turn left a while back, but… I may have misread.”

“Misread?’” He echoed, grinning at your choice of words. “We’ve probably been turning in circles.”

“I wouldn’t say circles,” you said, trying to defend yourself, though you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. “Just… maybe a few wrong turns.”

“A few, huh?” He teased, leaning in a little closer, his arm brushing against yours. “We should actually try and figure out how to get out of here.”

You continued through the maze, albeit now trying to actually find the exit. The wind picked up, rustling the corn stalks around you louder than before. The once relaxed, playful atmosphere turned a bit more serious as the reality of being lost began to sink in.

After another fifteen minutes of backtracking, you stopped and pulled out the map. “Okay, now I’m really confused,” you said, scanning the map in your hands. “I thought if we turned left back there, we should’ve gone down a long path… how are we at a dead end?”

“Honey, I have a feeling we didn’t pick the easy maze,” he said, sounding way too amused about it.

You shot him a mock glare. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Hey, you’re the one who confidently chose it,” he teased. You rolled your eyes, looking back down at the map, rotating it hoping that a new angle would help.

“Alright, so hear me out. If we don’t figure this out soon, I say we make a scene. Someone’s bound to come to our rescue, right?” Cole asked.

You scoffed, but a grin tugged at your lips. “You are not serious.”

“Of course I am. I’m gonna yell for food while we’re at it, 'cause I’m getting hungry.”

“Cole—” you started, but he cut you off by cupping his hands around his mouth and mock-shouting, “Help! We’re lost! Send snacks!” His voice echoed through the maze, but it only made you burst into laughter, clutching at his arm to stop him.

“You’re ridiculous!” you said through your laughter, shaking your head as Cole grinned down at you. His eyes sparkled, pleased that he’d managed to break the tension of the moment. “But seriously, let’s figure this out before we’re stuck in here after dark.”

He nodded, though the playful gleam in his eyes didn’t fade. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. But that pizza idea wasn’t half bad, admit it.”

You nudged him playfully, but couldn’t help but smile. For the next forty minutes, the two of you wandered, making more of an effort to actually navigate this time. Still, you found yourselves hitting dead ends more often than not. The maze was far trickier than it looked, and it started to feel like the walls of corn were shifting around you. The sun was starting to dip, casting long shadows that made everything seem just a bit more eerie.

Finally, Cole pointed ahead with a triumphant grin. “Look! I see the exit!”

You followed his gaze, spotting the familiar sign and the open space just beyond it. Relief washed over you, and you both hurried toward the end, laughing in disbelief that you’d finally made it.

“We survived!” you said, grinning as you stepped out into the clearing.

“Wasn’t that a fun three hours?” Cole teased, slipping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you close. The warmth of him against you was a perfect contrast to the crisp autumn air.

You leaned into him, smiling. “Next time, though, maybe we actually pick the easy maze?”

Cole laughed, shaking his head. “What’s the fun in that?”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop smiling as you wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him toward the food trucks parked nearby. “Okay, but let’s at least get some food. We were supposed to have lunch ages ago, and I’m starving.”

Cole pressed a kiss to the top of your head, chuckling softly. “Deal. But next time, I’m picking the maze.”

[sweetvalleycastle]

BatFamily Brainrot

So I've been rewatching the original cartoon network teen titans series, the 2003 one. As I was watching the episode where Robin poses as Red Ex, It occurred to me exactly how silly it was for the team to not realize it was him at first, given the identical silhouette via the exact same cape length.

I mean, what are the chances, right?

Anyway, all this to say, it got me thinking about the canon batboys and the various stages of short, long and nonexistent cape length preferences they, including Bruce, all have and go through over time in the series. Bruce, obviously, always having been a fan of the full length number.

This made me realize that I have a new headcanon, and I'm not familiar enough with the comics or with every single piece of Batman media ever created so I don't have any idea whether or not there is any basis for this headcanon in existing canon, but its mine and it makes me happy anyway.

Bruce, being the man made of money that he is, has a house cape. No, I don't mean like the kind you wear to renfaire, I mean a well made, tailored cape with a clean little mock neckline and a soft, velvety blanket like fabric for both comfort and stealth purposes. He likes that its quiet, and even dulls his movements from underneath, its comforting to him. Usually in various states of pajamas or general undress underneath. Alfred frequently gets annoyed when Bruce manages to sneak up on him, not often but the occasional time or two that he is caught off guard. Maybe Bruce even enjoys trying his best to get it to happen, feeling accomplished knowing the old butler is so familiar with him and the house that it really is a feat to successfully surprise him.

Also, god forbid he have a lover around. He will do his best to scare them, and will find it hilarious how easy it is to do so and to pin them and have them afterwards. I also headcanon that he uses it to terrorize the boys at various times, and that once Dick and Jason are grown, they tell stories to Tim about how they too were personally victimized by Bruce and his blanket-cape, to help him feel better about being unable to stop from getting startled.

Anyway, back to teen titans brainrot.

-Editing to add

Damien would make it his personal mission to never, ever get caught off guard by it again after only once, and eventually improves so much that he and Bruce just exist in the shadows of the mansion terrorizing poor Alfred and anyone else who would dare to enter. Naturally, Damien would swear he is better at it, and claims his cape is different and that he is nothing like his father...while acting exactly like his father.

Okay I promise I'm done now.

[pipppinn]

entrails.

notes: 18+, vomit, rin ignores you asking to stop (no safeword mentioned), afab!reader with unspecified gender, undertone of consensual to dub con, rin is a dick. shout out to @doobean thank you for beta reading this for me darling muah ♡

you feel like throwing up.

it feels like a messed up thought, especially with half of your face buried in rin's pillow. your hip hanging right above the sheets simply because rin keeps holding on to it. rin is still hard—the grith of his cock is still very there, scraping against your insides while his mouth hovers just above your nape. with breathing that spells out his impatience and all, it is very easy to know he won't let you call it quit simply after one round.

"rin, a break," you force out still. feeling the nausea grating your throat in a very pungent way. putting every last bit of strength you have left to push your body sideway, "i'm going to throw up please—"

rin, to his credit, doesn't immediately shut you up or pressed his cock even deeper into you. but you should have been smarter—a certain look crawls up into his eye. rin lets you lie on your back, yet his fingers intend to leave their shapes on your skin still. "...throw up?"

"yeah," you say weakly, biting the back of your hand afterward. you don't know if you could make it to the sink but—

"i see," rin leans over to you, a hand cupping your chin gently in contrast to the quick thrust he gives to your hips.

"hnguh—?!"

"go on," he urges, not stopping his movement one bit even as he says it like a gentle lover, "i will take care of it, clean it later. so go on."

in between your moans, you can't find the strength to protest as rin finds your spot once again.

"or..." a finger caresses right above your neck, "...do you need help with that?"

"rin, you—" as rin clasps his grip around your neck, an odd push in the back of your mouth bubbles up. you try to swallow it down, biting your own lip as you hold your breath in.

rin looks down at you almost in amusement. licking your lip in a mocking imitation of a cat while grinding his rear, sparing a few short thrusts just enough to ram against your sweet spot as he teases your clit. you look away from him, not wanting to moan like a dog at the friction he gives you down below.

"come on," rin says, the ghosting presence of his hand now starting to tighten around your throat.

"ha—ngh?!" almost instantly, you find yourself unable to breathe as rin squeezes hard around your throat.

you claw around his wrist, trying to get it away from you. in your panic and your helplessness, you forget how much stronger rin is than you. there is no smile on rin's, he neither laughs nor smirks at your fruitless attempts. yet he looks at you and keeps you there despite your pleas.

"rin, rin—rh—in—"

when your mouth finally opens, uttering his name in desperation, rin nuzzles his nose against the side of your head. his hips still shoves itself against yours almost erratically, grunts escaping his mouth as his movements turns harsher each time.

"tight," he comments, the weight of his body slowly draping itself on your chest, "you seem to like this too."

you don't give him a nod or a response, your head blanking out as you could only hold on to him, muttering through your wheezing voice, "cumming. rin—i'm—!"

as a bright static crashes into your head and your hole gushes out spurts of fluid against rin's skin, he continues to rut into you. in forms of small mercy, he merely loosens his holds around you.

you, forcing through the numbing sensation from your crotch, dig your nails around his wrist again, trying to push him away. you couldn't manage out any words still, slurring noises being the only thing coming out of your mouth, "angh—guh!"

rin doesn't spare you any bit of reaction even as you glare at him. watching you as if he is waiting for something—

which soon came the moment your nausea finally hit the roof of your mouth. before you could even attempt to stop it, instinctively you throw your head to your right. the hot burning sensation of your own bowels scratching your insides as it crawls out from your stomach.

through all this, idly and innocently, rin observes silently, sitting as if he is watching an entertaining show.

fucking bastard.

groaning those words in your mind, it isn't long until you realize you have emptied your stomach. even as the heat remains with the messy, mixed-up tingling creeping all over your body, you once again glare at rin, seething in anger, "...satisfied? it must be cute, huh, watching me like that?"

perhaps, you should have realized many things first before you start talking again. in how rin's cock is still stiff as it rests inside you, in how there is a warm icky feeling in your hole mixing along with your fluid, and in how rin is already reaching out to your face.

three fingers opened your mouth easily, not giving you a chance to struggle. rin let a finger through the stringing salivas that threads around the inside your mouth, another two fingers reaching to one corner of your teeth. as you feel both your vomit and your cum dampened the sheet, seeping to let the wet patch touch your skin in a cold, warm way, you wonder if you should really have to scream your safeword to his face.

"yeah," rin breathes, hooking one of your thighs around his hips for another round, “how ‘bout you do it one more time?"

"i will fuck you until you throw up" is erotic & morbid if you look at it from some angle. definitely come with please don't try this at home though.

[psychicdisaster]

I think it's a shame that Su Moting's inferiority complex isn't talked about at all. It makes sense given the size of the fandom and the fact that it's quickly downplayed with comedic scenes afterwards, but watching the beginning of episode 3 season 4 reminded me of how much I want to talk about it.

For starters, there's the whole Wang Xiaobao situation, in which she constantly felt like she had to compete against him. She says lines like, "don't I have any dignity? Because of you, I've been unable to hold my head up." She also mentions being compared to him by her parents and other adults. Along with that, in the flashbacks we get of her, she's shown to be a smart, well-performing student. And now? She's a lazy adult with a procrastination problem who can barely go to work.

There's the last episode of season one where she feels inadequate after being confronted by the other versions of her, saying, "is the person I am now really that bad? When did I become like this?" This obviously adds to my previous point about how she wasn't always like this.

Finally, there's the scene that inspired me to write this: the nightmare in episode 3 season 4. It's clearly meant to highlight her fear of being controlled by the halo, yes, but I also think it touches on her inferiority complex. She saves everyone and gets nothing but laughter in return. Her heroic action is mocked. She is nothing in their eyes.

This might be me overanalyzing a comedy donghua, though, but I still think it's worth talking about.

[indiaalphawhiskey]

fake title: almost tethered

💋 Almost Tethered

This was, by far, the longest and most awkward silence in the history of mankind, and yet, Louis couldn’t, for the life of him, think of a single thing to say.

Because, really, what was he supposed to say?

He knew fuck all about the man sitting casually on his chaise in a frieghteningly sexy brown duck jumper, except that he had been crazy enough to agree to a threesome with Louis and his fiancé to help spice up their already very extended engagement (that every single person they loved was still waiting for them to call off).

Well, okay, Louis didn’t know ‘fuck all’ exactly. He knew he had a face that was a little too pretty to be true (so much so that Louis had bet Robbie they were being catfished and was now down £20), that he was probably making an obscenely (heh) good living if his (surprisingly tasteful, only-strategically-posed-artful-nudes) OnlyFans page had anything to say about it, and that his actual real name was Harry Styles.

So, Louis knew some things (four, he knew a total of four things), none of which he could use to fill this rather excruciating silence. Lovely.

It didn’t help that Harry hadn’t said a thing to him either since walking through their door – not that he could have, what with the way Robbie had bulldozed through the introductions before swiftly exiting to make everyone martinis.

(“Do you even know how to make a martini?” Louis had asked as they were getting dressed that evening.

Robbie had waved off his very pressing concern. “I’ll Google it. Wine just seems a little too pedestrian for a threesome, you know?”)

Louis began to roll his eyes at the memory but quickly aborted the motion, worried Harry might think it was directed at him. He reverted back to their mutual staring, though, admittedly whilst Louis was sure his expression was similar to that of a frightened raccoon, Harry’s was painfully cool. Collected and poised. Almost serene. Unbothered.

His smirk was soft; green eyes kind yet still somewhat appraising. Louis supposed he couldn’t help it, given their, ah, agenda for the evening. He actually found himself hoping Harry liked what he saw.

Louis certainly did; found himself wondering if it would be appropriate to lick at the swallows tattooed on Harry’s collarbones, or if that was more of a second session kind of thing.

Would there be a second session? Likely not, since the entire point of doing this with a stranger was to avoid all the awkwardness afterwards. (Which said nothing of the awkwardness during.)

He was overthinking and needed to stop, immediately.

God, say something! Louis commanded himself, unable to remember the last time he blinked. As had become habit since his engagement, his hand drifted down to fiddle with the watch he wore with a fierce kind of loyalty on his right wrist. His mind drifted to three words hidden under the expensive leather strap – his accidental life mantra, bestowed upon him by fate.

He thought of how the curve of capital D swooped, how the N had always been a little crooked, how he had learned the cursive version of an S before he could even write or read.

How Robbie hadn’t said the words when they’d met.

How, because of that, his family thought this engagement had been doomed from the start.

How Harry still hadn’t said anythi—

“Don’t be nervous.”

Louis’ answer was automatic, almost involuntary, because he’d been saying it in mock response all his life. “I’m not.”

Needless to say, the next time Louis found himself staring awkwardly back at Harry Styles, it was not because of their impending threesome. It was because said third in their impending threesome had just uttered his soulmark.

— Or, there were a multitude of awkward ways to meet one’s soulmate. They could say your mark from the urinal next to you mid-wee at a funeral, or sneaking out of your flatmate’s bedroom after a one night stand, or trying to upsell the newest state-of-the-art dildo in their family-owned sex shop.

Still, Louis was pretty sure his version was the one that took the cake.

[river-of-wine]

Why do you think Arthur and Molly are so similar ?

I am SO glad you asked!

Molly is basically the human embodiment of foreshadowing in the story. Everything that Dutch ends up doing to the gang, he does to Molly first. Most of all, this treatment ends up landing on Arthur.

Dutch preys on the vulnerable, and this is apparent simply by looking at the members of his gang. Orphans he raised, marginalised people he has taken in, young women struggling to support themselves. Initially selfless acts that grow more sinister when you realise how Dutch has truly indoctrinated most of them, having them do his dirty work for him. Molly too, though her circumstances are much different, is vulnerable. She is unable to defend herself or leave camp, since she can’t use a gun and presumably, since when she runs away she does so on foot, can’t ride a horse. She is a physically weak young woman and an Irish immigrant in a country that is outwardly unkind to both facets of her identify and one that she is unfamiliar with.

Molly is incredibly devoted to Dutch, to the point where she has nothing in her life without him. Her entire existence now revolves around him, and she cannot safely leave even if she wants to. Though Dutch starts the game returning Molly’s affection, the second she starts to become unappealing to him - voicing her own opinions, speaking out against his treatment of her, doubting anything he does - he discards her like she is nothing. He is incredibly manipulative to her, with his literal gaslighting, constant berating of her emotions which he scolds her for in an uncomfortably parental way, refusing to speak to her even when she is trying to help him and, eventually, even revoking her right to be called by her first name. She hates being called by her surname, and she tells him this. It changes nothing. Now that Molly has lost her appeal in Dutch’s eyes, he hunts for a replacement. He begins to find this in Mary-Beth, a woman even younger than Molly and much more timid towards him, who doesn’t speak out against him or complain about his behaviour.

Arthur has quite literally dedicated his entire life to Dutch. Arthur was raised by him and as he says in chapter 2, nothing means more to him than the gang. Though certainly not vulnerable how you would expect, Dutch found him when he was. His existence revolves around Dutch, and now with the high bounty on his head and the people he must protect, he cannot safely leave even if he wants to. Much like we saw with Molly, Dutch starts to disregard Arthur when he begins to show doubts in his plans and his motivations. Throughout chapter 6, we watch their bond deteriorate, with Dutch even eventually abandoning the title of son for Arthur similarly to how he refuses to call Molly by her first name. Just as he did with Mary-Beth, he finds a younger, more vulnerable option to replace Arthur in Eagle Flies. In front of Arthur, he tells Eagle Flies that he never had a son, and shortly afterwards mocks Arthur’s weakness brought on by, might I remind you, his fatal illness.

For each of them, protecting the gang are hugely important acts taken by Molly and Arthur near the end of their stories. For Molly, it takes the form of her refusal to tell the law about them. We know that she was sweated multiple times, implying at the very least intense interrogation and at most outright torture. Molly had every reason to want Dutch dead, but for reasons we never get to hear from her she decides to keep the gang safe. For Arthur, we see him do his best to save everybody in the gang he possibly can. Primarily the Marstons, dying so that they can be safe.

These connections never go directly acknowledged by Molly and Arthur, but there are two very notable moments between them. First, there is Molly’s only “mission”, though it really isn’t about her. She tries to open up to Arthur before she is interrupted, telling him her worries about Dutch and asking how he seems to Arthur, if he thinks he has changed the way Molly knows he has. Changes that Arthur has not noticed, that he will not notice until it is much too late, that the gang ignored but Molly saw. Secondly, it is Arthur who prevents Dutch from shooting Molly as she confesses. She is encouraging him, asking him to shoot her, but Arthur holds him back and talks him down. He never fully believes her, voicing subtly that he doubts Molly’s lie. It was the very most he could have done for her in that minute, and with that scene marking the start of chapter 6, the very act of protecting the supposed traitor that Dutch is ready to kill is the first of many acts of defiance Arthur will make.

Lastly, there is the similarities between two of their most tragic lines. Molly’s poem repeats the phrase “I’ve nothing left, I gave you all”, being the closing line of the final stanza of her poem, one that is undoubtedly about her relationship with Dutch. Some of Arthur’s final dialogue, spoken to Dutch, is “I gave you all I had”. Though coming from much different circumstances and backgrounds, Molly and Arthur ended very much the same. Giving everything to Dutch, and being cast aside by him.

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Clockwork. - OC Story

pairing: COD OC!Victoria "Whiskey" Callahan x Simon "Ghost" Riley bonus: MootOC!Meabh "Pirate" O'Malley x Johnny "Soap" MacTavish words: 1.4k~ (on the dot, bby!) cw: canon simon backstory. + none. just toothrotting fluff.

December and May are Simon's least favourite months of the year.

December because it's the constant reminder of his family passing.

May because it's the constant reminder that he was the cause of all his family's issues.

Simon was born within days of his own father's birthday; "a late birthday present" everyone called it...

Nevermind the fact the druggie was too high to even attend his own son's birth, and that his mum had to get herself to the hospital alone, with a young Tommy tucked under her arm.

Simon had a bad birth, having breached feet first, and having to get rotated in utero, and then having been born with the umbilical chord around his neck, which meant he needed extra care afterward.

Simon needed to get surgery at age 3 because of tonsilitis.

Simon needed glasses growing up, which is mum could barely afford.

Simon had trouble saying his Ss, so for a long time, he got mocked at school for calling himself "Shimon"... and ended in him having speech classes.

Simon's grades were horrendous, and he had a tendency to get into fights at school, which caused his mum to have to take hours off work to come see his teachers.

Simon.

Simon.

Simon.

Always him, at the root of every problem.

And yet Simon was the only one in the house to raise his voice (and later his fists) at the drunk that was his father, which earned him countless trips to A&E.

Simon was the one with the neglected birthday, not because his mum and Tommy didn't remember, but because being right after his own father's, the leech would blow all their money on a rager, and leave the family unable to eat, let alone buy the boy a cake.

So Simon learned to not care.

Going into the Army, people didn't really show that big of a deal about it like they would at a normal job. Hard to, when you spend all your time fearing a bomb will fall on you or a bullet will bury itself on your body.

But then he went home, and when he kicked that bag of bones out of the house, and got Tommy into rehab... It got different. Got... better. The birthdays got easier. There were phone calls, and cards, and he actually... sort of... looked forward to it.

Whenever he'd be scheduled for leave, he'd go home, and mum would've bought them a cake and they'd sing happy birthday, and mum would give him things he needed; clothes, boots, they'd watch films together, she'd kiss his forehead so often...

Then, Beth came along. And now he suddenly was being forced fed cake and handed gifts that he had no clue what to do with... So his barracks suddenly had color. There were new towels, and little trinkets, picture frames with photos from home...

Then Joseph came, the little boy that had been the apple of his eye, that learned to talk in May, at 10 months old, and Simon got an e-mail with a video from them, where little Joseph mumbled his way past a 'SiSi!' while pointing at a picture of him in Tommy's phone... One of, if not the, best gift he'd ever received.

And they they were gone.

It only got so much worse after that night.

He swore he'd never celebrate his birthday again.

All he had ever loved had been stripped from him.

He wondered if it was his fault.

If he was, somehow, destined to bring bad luck to all those around him.

If he was, somehow, the root of all evil.

If, because he spited some God, all that he loved, all that he touched, was destined to die in his hands.

He spent three years locked in a haze. Mission to mission, job to job, move move move, and never stop.

He spent three Mays buried in work so he couldn't think, and buried in alcohol so he couldn't feel.

And then, on the fourth...

“He tried to get the radiophone off me, so I broke a couple of his fingers… And his wrist. And kicked him in the balls.”

“It's a… Mexican-style MRE. Has beans and cheddar cheese or something. It's the only one I actually don't mind eating. The others are disgusting.”

“That feels like a dig at my social skills.”

“I've been swimming since I was a girl. Navy made sense too.”

“Took a napalm bath.”

For once since that bloody fucking day, he actually wanted something more than to simply forget, to drink himself into a coma and only waking up days later with his phone ringing and Price talking about a new mission.

God, Victoria made him laugh. She made him roll his eyes. She made him scoff. She made him talk. She made him listen.

Of course he couldn't let that go... let her go.

Of course he went looking for her once he was on leave.

Of course he held her close for those two nights.

Of course he held her close in that safehouse.

Of course he bore his face out for her when he got shot.

Of course, of course, of course.

He didn't isolate anymore, every May after that.

Simon'd wake up on his birthday and throw back the covers and sit on the edge of the bed and before the thoughts got to him, she'd already be wrapping her arms around his midsection, and pressing her cheek to his back.

And he'd put his hands over hers, and hear her breathing, and her heartbeat pressed against his back... And he'd close his eyes.

They didn't need to speak.

Victoria never wished him a 'Happy Birthday', but she'd always make sure to bake him a little sweet treat for dinner.

They share it the same way they shared their ''wedding cake'': sat across from each other in their kitchen, with a backdrop of trees beside them, a single knife to cut a slice, feeding each other pieces off the blade.

And when the thoughts got to be too much, on his birthday or all throughout the month, he'd simply turn and look at her, cup her face in his hand, and look her in the eye...

In those moments, he wanted to say it, he could feel it in the tip of his tongue...

That he cherished her.

That he appreciated all she did.

That she kept him sane.

That she was the best thing to have ever happened to him.

That she was like a lighthouse when he felt like a bloody gondola lost at open sea (wildly unprepared and definitely about to tip over and drown).

That he'd die for her.

That he'd kill (and had killed, and would kill again) for her.

That even if there was nothing else to go on for... he'd keep going for her.

That he loved her.

The words were always at the tip of his tongue.

Not just then, but every day. At all points of the day.

Whenever they touched, he'd want to say it.

Whenever they spoke, he'd want to say it.

Whenever they'd lock eyes, he'd want to say it.

Whenever he breathed, he'd want to say it.

His tongue would swirl with the taste of it, of the love he felt for her...

But the words never really made it out...

But he knew. And she knew.

Extra:

Then the news came, the baby, Meabh, it was always go go go, on the move, at home, never time to rest, just Meabh and the baby, and Victoria and him, and...

By the time Simon noticed, Fiadh was here, lying in his arms, little hands closed into fists, her small wrapped in a white blanket with anchors and fishes drawn on it...

And he looked up at his wife who stood beside Meabh, doting on her best friend and caressing her head, cooing at her that she did a good job, the girl a bit dozy from exhaustion from the recent breast feeding...

And then at the clock on the wall, marking 00:13 of the 19th...

And he felt his eyes begin to prickle, his jaw clenching under his surgical mask...

He looked back down at his niece again, little blind blue eyes, the same ones that used to belong to his best friend, staring up at him...

Maybe he didn't hate his birthday so much anymore.

for you @loveandplanet for making me sad ; and also @crashtestbunny sorry for this :)

[lover-lyn]

丂卄乇 ㄥ丨Ҝ乇丂 卂 乃ㄖㄚ

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

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Nami was selfish.

She was a lying no good thief.

She manipulated people for her own benefit and entertainment.

Whenever she was around, people would hold their purses, phones and wallets close to them and make sure to not give the pickpocket a chance to get her hands on them.

Nami was greedy, and she was ok with that.

She stole things from others that they had worked hard for, she had done so for years now, and had never felt an once of guilt. Not when shed stolen a diamond necklace that had once been a family heritage, or when she'd seduce men to get her drinks and jewellery only to ghost them afterwards.

 At some point she had convinced herself that she was unable to fell guilt, regret or remorse.

But here she was. drunk off her ass,  feeling as though shed done the unforgivable, although in her mind she had.

This was Vivi’s special day, Vivi`s special party so why was she feeling as though she shouldn’t spend it with her special person?

Nami was many things, but oblivious wasn’t one of them, she knew why.

It was the disgusting feeling she shouldn’t be experiencing.

The disgusting feeling she didn’t deserve. Not after all she’s done.

So instead of acting on it like all her other temptations, she stood there, hoping that the alcohol would help her get over the childish, dumb fit of jealousy she was in, all the while the devil whispered promises of sweet sin and satisfaction in her ears.

`Vivi deserves this’ she told herself

`she deserves him’ she spoke over the devil

`I should leave before I do something stupid’

Her hands hurt, she was gripping the toilet too tight and she couldn’t tell whether it was the alcohol or that  stupid emotion that caused her nausea, maybe a mix of both, either way this wasn’t fun at all

“thought you could handle your liquor?” the sudden voice wasn’t what startled her, but the hands holding her hair back from her face did, she didn’t need to turn around to know who they belonged to.

“don’t you have a party to guard?” her tone wasn’t a mocking ,but rather a frustrated one

“the princess let me off-he pulled his hands away from her- want to get the fuck out of here and have shitty pancakes with even shittier coffee at the nearest diner?” she smirked, turning back to look at him

“you read my mind”

“this is making me want to throw up even more” despite her words she took another sip of the coffee in her hands “keep complaining its distracting me from the sugar covered shit I’m eating” grumbled the green haired policemen

 she didn’t know why his hair was such an unnatural colour, anytime anyone had tried to ask him, namely Luffy and Usopp- who once tried to dump a bucket of water and hair dye remover shampoo on him, which had ended with both their heads stuck in buckets- he always found a way to sidestep the question

“funny how you never complain about food when he’s the one who made it” she teased

“that’s different and you know it” she smirked at his slight blush ”how so?”

taking the coffee from her hands he replied “the same way you rarely tax the Princess” he took a slip of the now cold beverage

her smirk fell upon being reminded of the blue haired girl she'd left at the party,  she didn't reply, opting to averting her gaze to the side.

His mood soured after noticing the clear sorrow in his friend's eyes “listen there's nothing stopping you from making a move on Vivi, yo-“

 “yes there is-she interrupted- and you know that better than anyone, if there is nothing stopping me from being with Vivi there shouldn't be a reason why you can't be with Sanji” now he was the one looking away

she knew she should back down , that saying it aloud would only hurt her more but st the moment, comforting Zoro was her priority “it's true that Sanji is always fawning over and flirting with women but he's never expressed in any way that he wasn't into men, my case is different-she paused for a second- Vivi is openly bi but she's in love with someone else”

 she felt sick again, as if the mere thought of Vivi with someone else disgusted her

“keeping her from that would be selfish” she whispered the last part

 meeting her eyes he questioned “I thought you were selfish?”

 she shook her head and replied

“not with her... Never with her”

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[silmkinkmeme]

Prompts 2022 Fest - Week 11

Continuing reposting dreamwidth prompts

Finwë/Fëanor - seduction

Prompt Rating: E

Prompt: Some versions say Fëanor was an adult when Míriel died. What I want is for Fëanor in such a version to notice Finwë is interested in Indis - and then seduce his father to make him lose interest in getting married to her. What I truly want is Fëanor trying to prove he's a better fuck than Indis, but if you want to make it less explicit than that, or otherwise different, that's fine with me.

Extra kudos (but I understand if it's a squick) if Fëanor plays up being Míriel's son.

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Fëanor/Indis - sexual humiliation (dub or noncon, victim blaming tw)

Prompt Rating: E

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Prompt: As Indis sees Fëanor is becoming increasingly dangerous, she makes a deal with him: he will leave her children alone, and in exchange he can punish her sexually as much as he wants in any way he wants, as long as no one (especially Finwë) finds out about it. (So no permanent marks, nothing in public, etc.) She knows Fëanor will jump at the opportunity to treat her as a whore, slut shaming her all the while. She's right and Fëanor gets off on humiliating her. It can be an one time thing or a longterm arrangement.

Random suggestions: forcing her to masturbate for his entertainment, taunting her to imagine Finwë seeing her humiliation, genital spanking on her greedy cunt, eating her out and then mocking her for enjoying it, making her thank him for keeping her satisfied so she won't steal any more husbands, she has to bend over and ask to be punished whenever they are alone, etc

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Leithian quest: The porn version

Prompt Rating: E

Warnings: Chose Not To Warn

Prompt: Instead of sending Beren on a quest to get a Silmaril, Thingol tells him to earn Lúthien’s hand in marriage in a quite different way: he's to spend a year and a day serving in the court. That is an euphemism, of course, and he spends his days as a common servant who everyone is allowed to take advantage of. Because it's not proper for Lúthien to see her future husband in such compromising positions before marriage, she's confined to the treehouse. (Unless author anon really wants her to be present!)

This can be a dead dove darkfic or it can be just porn logic where Beren thoroughly enjoys himself. What I'm looking for is a perversion of the fairy tale trope of a guy who serves the princess's father for her hand in marriage, but what you do with that is up to your kinks and/or writing interests.

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Any/Any, Partner mistakes arranged scene for rape, Warning: Rape, gaslighting

Prompt Rating: E

Warnings: Chose Not To Warn

Prompt: A and B are an established couple. One night, A wakes up to find himself tied up unable to move, and an intruder in the room. The intruder proceeds to fuck B hard, with B pleading the whole time for the intruder to stop, and who in turn taunts A about how he's unable to save his love from being raped.

Except that what A doesn't know is that B set this all up. B has a rape fetish, and possibly an exhibitionism fetish, and thinks the "intruder" is hot. This was a great way to fulfill several of their fantasies at once, without requiring an awkward discussion about opening up their relationship. Possibly, how desperately A tried to "save" them is also a turn on.

My favorite idea would be Maedhros/Fingon as the established pairing, or anything involving Celegorm, or Feanor as the "intruder." But I think the prompt would work with a wide variety of pairings, and I would leave to read it for anything!

I am completely fine with fills involving incest or bestiality.

Bonus: + A never finds out that B was in on it, even afterwards.

+ The intruder "forces" B to comply by threatening to harm A, since A is tied up already.

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