#it’s either you’re against all power dynamics or you’re against none

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Hey, its Ominoose, your all time biggest fan here. Blue time.

You're a patient at the hospital, his favourite, he's always possessive. A new guy joins the staff and tries it with you, either flirting or getting handsy. Blue finds out, gets possessive. Maybe coddles you a bit ?? Idk, just... Blue <3

Orderly!Blue Jones X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info •

A/N: Firstly @ominoose you are far too kind, secondly I'm sorry this took so long, thirdly I’m so sorry Blue is fucking insane in this. 

He’s jealous! He’s whiney! He's a warning in himself!

Warnings: overuse of italics, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a patient, swearing, also I haven't proof read this correctly because I just can't look at it any longer, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2079

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“It’s time to go in.” Timothy’s voice made you jump. He was pretty nice, for an orderly. He’d only started two weeks ago and already he had half of the patients swooning and making heart eyes at him. Just over the fact that he seemed vaguely kind, and not the sort of person that would push someone under a bus for the fun of it. 

“Oh,” you closed your book, lightly bending the corner to mark your page. They didn’t let you have bookmarks in here, ‘weapons’ apparently. Though how you could do more damage than a paper cut was beyond you. 

“Sorry.” You mumble as you get up from your spot under the tree, you hadn’t heard the pips which normally alerted you to the end of outside time. 

Timothy smiles and shakes his head. “It’s okay, no problem, I could see you were absorbed in your book.” His expression is soft, caring. “Is it good?” 

You nod, eyeing him with a little uncertainty. 

“It’s nice to see patients reading, I think it’s really calming, you know?” He smiles again, tilting his head to the side and taking a fraction of a step closer. “I’ll take you in,” he places his hand on your bicep gently, just to guide you towards the door. All the other patients have gone inside already. 

“I see you reading a lot, you must like it huh?” He says good-naturedly.

“There’s not a lot else to do.” You say softly when he looks to you for an answer.

Timothy laughs kindly, “Well, that and getting better I guess?”

“Hmm.” While he seemed harmless enough, you knew from experience that it was always better to err on the side of caution with orderlies, especially new ones. And even more so with ones that seemed friendly. 

He pauses, haunting your movements with the hand on your arm. “You know, you should smile a bit.” 

Ah. There it was.

You frown.

“I mean,” he blushes a little and runs his free hand through his hair. “Not like that, do what you want, of course. I just heard that smiling releases happy chemicals you know? Makes you feel happy even if you’re just doing the expression.”

Oh.

You look at him carefully, scrutinising for any malice and find none. You smile a little and nod. Maybe he’s-

“McCarthy!” Blue bellows from across the courtyard, his voice snapping against you like a whip. 

Timothy visually jumps at the sound of his last name, turning quickly, but not letting go of your arm. Blue marches over. His eyes seem brighter than usual, gleaming with a mad, impulsive energy that rolls off him in waves.

Timothy audibly gulps as Blue stops in front of him. 

Blue smiles, all teeth like a chimp bearing a warning. “What are you doing?” He says calmly.

“I, I was just taking them inside.”

Blue doesn’t even look at you. “Why?” 

“It’s, erm, it’s time to go in?” He shifts a little nervously. 

Blue leans a fraction closer, dropping his voice dangerously low. “Is it?”

Timothy gulps and nods, wide-eyed. 

“Take your fucking hand off their arm.” He growls.

Timothy lets go of you as if he’s been burnt, stepping back, holding his hands up in apology. 

Blue clenches his jaw, his shoulders pulled back and begins to stalk forward, closing the gap and removing the slither of space Timothy tried to place between them. 

“Blue,” you whisper, low and soft, as you brush against his forearm with your little finger. 

His attention snaps to you instantly, the tension leaking out of his expression. 

“It’s okay.” You nod at him, keeping your voice that same gentle quiet tone. 

He grabs hold of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles before looking back to Timothy and giving him a glare that could have easily stripped flesh from bone. “Get back to your post.”

Timothy didn’t have to be told twice. 

He scampered back, rushing through the door and not even giving either of you a glance over his shoulder. 

You squeeze Blue’s hand back. “You’re not going to have any more new staff if you keep terrifying them like that.” 

He doesn’t listen to you, his muscles tense as he lightly traces the place where Timothy’s hand had been. “Why was he touching you?” 

“He was taking me back inside.” 

“And you let him?” He glances up at you with dangerous eyes.

You nod. In your heart of hearts you know he understands why you couldn’t refuse.

His grip on your arm tightens ever so slightly. “Why?” 

“Would you rather I had, and been put in solitary?” 

His expression softens again and he shakes his head ever so slightly. “He wouldn’t have dared.” He whispers, so quiet you can barely make out the words.

Suddenly he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer and pulling up the sleeve of your t-shirt so he can get to your skin. 

You yelp in surprise as he bites your arm, sinking his teeth into the spot where Timothy's hand had rested moments previously, before he soothes the spot with his tongue. Instantly you flinch back, but he holds you firm as he sucks a hasty love bite into your skin. 

His chin is a mess with salvia when he pulls back, his fingers digging into you. 

You barely get a chance to open your mouth, to intake a quick gulp of air before he’s yanking you towards him, snaking his hand to the back of your neck and forcing his mouth onto yours.

Despite the frenzied heat, the kisses are soft, careful as he slides his tongue into your mouth and presses his body flush against yours. He whimpers a little as you kiss him back, nipping a little at your bottom lip and pressing his warm palm against your lower back so that you have nowhere to escape to as he grinds his half-hard cock between your legs. 

It takes him a moment longer than you thought it would for him to stop, pull back a fraction, breathing hard. For a second you think he’s remembered himself, remembered that you’re both in the middle of the grounds with the asylum's large windows looking down on both of you. But the glazed look in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t care. 

“Don’t want him to touch you,” he mutters, tracing his fingers along your jawline. 

“I know Blue.” You say soothingly. 

“Don’t want anyone to touch you.” He kisses you again, three light, quick pecks to your lips. “Other people… they’re not careful. They don’t understand how to take care… they break things.” He shakes his head. “They’re not allowed to break my things.” 

You lean a little closer, closing your eyes and rubbing your nose against his. “I know Blue.” 

His kiss is harder this time, his fingers a touch too firm as he squeezes your jaw and holds you in place. 

You don’t mind though, don’t care as you feel his fingers twitch, his grip relaxing as you lick into his mouth. 

He pulls back a fraction, his warm breath hitting your cheeks. “Need to make you cum.” He mutters into your mouth, not giving you even a second to respond before he turns and marches back, further away from the asylum doors and pulling you along with him. 

“Blue!” Your book slips out of your hands and you practically have to jog as he yanks on your arm, moving with a frenzied energy to the large, old oak tree you were sat underneath moments before. 

He pulls you around so that you’re hidden from the asylum’s windows and pushes you up against the bark. 

“My book-”

“I’ll get it in a sec’ baby,” he murmurs, his voice almost slurred as he gazes over your body, taking every detail in before he drops to his knees. 

“I don’t think-”

“You don’t have to think.” He bites softly at your hip as he hurriedly pulls down your trousers and panties, yanking them off your right leg and not bothering to completely remove them from your left. “Just be good.” He mutters, his mouth thick with salvia. His fingers dig into your skin as he grabs hold of your right thigh and hoists it over his shoulder. Not even pausing before his mouth is on you. 

Your breath leaves your lips as a whine as he licks, broad, fat swipes of his tongue through your folds and up to circle and tease your clit. 

“Blue,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his shoulders so support as he repeats the action over and over again, digging his fingers into your thighs and urging you to buck into his face. 

He moans against you as you say his name, swirling an extra circle around your clit before he’s dragging his tongue back down and up again. Groaning as he completely devours you. 

The wet sounds are practically obscene, even without your building cries that you are trying your hardest to muffle, it would be obvious what the two of you were doing to anyone in the vague vicinity. But you quickly lost any residual thought of caring the second his mouth was on you. 

He pushes you harder against the tree, practically forcing you onto tiptoes as your right leg squeezes against his back and pulls him closer. 

He rakes his teeth over your bundle of nerves, chuckling at your little sharp intake of breath before he sucks on your clit like a man possessed. 

You moan loudly, throwing your head back against the tree bark as your legs shake and nerve endings are flayed raw with pleasure. He keeps sucking, grinding his face against you as he pulls your orgasm from your body, giving you little say in the matter. 

Your vision whites out for a second as your back arches, your fingers digging into and bruising his skin.

You barely have a moment to recover, the aftershock still running along your limbs as he pulls your leg from his shoulder and moves back. You nearly stumble for a second, weak without his support, but then his hands are around your thighs and spreading you wide as he pushes inside. 

He groans as you gasp in surprise, grinning at the way your eyebrows pinch together. He doesn’t give you a moment to adjust, just presses until he is completely sheathed, his length splitting you wide open. 

“Fuccck…” he moans and bucks shallowly, once, twice, before really starting to move. Setting a brutal, frantic pace that has you holding onto him for dear life as sparks of pleasure coil and glide out from your core. 

“You take me so good baby, so good for me,” he kisses you hard, nuzzling into your cheek and neck as he pounds into you in a frenzy. 

It’s like he has you memorised, every spot to make you scream, and cry, and beg for more, as he hits deliciously deep, angling his hips just so that you see stars with every thrust. 

“Blue,” you moan into his mouth, feel him grin at how wrecked you sound. “I’m-”

He changes the tempo ever so slightly and you practically scream for him. 

“That good, huh baby? Need my cock that much, hmm?” 

You nod, unable to form words. 

“Only my cock, yeah? Only me. No one else, no one else is gonna take care of you like this, no one else is gonna make this pussy feel so good, no one else is allowed.” He growls. 

You gasp, pleasure building to a dizzying high. “Please, gonna cum, please.”

He whines, biting his lip, his voice softening despite the sudden increase of his thrusts. “Oh baby please, please, I need it. Please cum on my cock, please. Need you to cum, need you to feel good, let me make you cum,” thrust, “please,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “ just me,” thrust, “no one else.” 

“Just you.” You manage to stammer out as bliss overtakes every thought, washing over you in waves and rippling across your very soul. 

Blue lets out a strangled cry as you cum, your walls squeezing him so tightly, urging him deeper and pulling his own orgasm from his bones. He buries his face into your neck and bites down, his saliva socking into your t-shirt as he muffles his moans. 

He stays close as you both recover, littering your face with kisses until you're giggling, and playfully trying to push his face away. 

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Hi! Can you do what it would be like to date Queen Maeve (she/her pronouns please)

General Dating HC! • Queen Maeve

⚠️Content warning: none, I think?

*These characters do not belong to me, all rights to their respective owners, this is just a piece of entertainment by and for fans.

Summary: Title is really self-explanatory.

Reader’s pronouns: She/Her

Keys: Y/N = Your Name. In case you’ve forgotten: Margaret “Maggie” Shaw is the real name of Queen Maeve in the series.

Author's note: If you want to send your own request, please check the Disclaimer & Rules post and the MASTERLIST post to see more content and which characters are available

I must say, I do believe the relationship with Maeve might change slightly in certain aspects if you're either a regular human or a supe (and even if you’re a supe, the dynamic might also change depending on your powers), but because it wasn’t specified here if Reader is either human or supe, I made this HC as general as possible and only including aspects I think would remain the same in either situation.

If you met the Maeve who's been in the seven for a long time, a relationship is something she's avoiding rather than looking; this is likely because of either Vought, Homelander or both: Vought would be quick to find a way to capitalize on the relationship so they can pinkwash their image as much as capitalisticly possible, it's honestly disgusting. As for Homelander, he'll be furious; Losing is something he not only hates but something that threatens his fragile ego and the already distorted perception he has of himself; he still "loves" Maeve (in his own, very fucked up way) and he's been trying for a long time to rekindle their relationship, you forming a relationship with Maeve means he has lost one of the very few things people he cares about and therefore he might view you as a wall preventing him to reach his objective, so he'll make sure to break you.

If you met her before she joined the seven, she might be more lenient on the idea of beginning a relationship with you (especially if the two of you already had one) but she'll continue to push you away numerous times.

Maeve has shut down everyone she cares about, that way Vought nor Homelander can harm them and will make it much easier for her to give up her life if one day she has to fight against Homelander to take him down.

That's why, you're most likely the one to pursue the relationship in the first place.

Even when she starts catching feelings, she'll try her best to appear as if she either doesn't like you or doesn't care about you, especially if Homelander is near.

Which sometimes can be quite hard on you, because she might treat you so bad and cold-heartedly and might hurt your feelings in more ways than she ever expected or wanted.

But as the two of you inevitably get closer and share more and more small but beautiful moments, her feelings eventually start to catch up to her and she begins to open up slowly.

Once she does it might surprise you how vulnerable and sensitive Maeve actually is.

She pretends not to, but Maeve is the one who cares the most about everyone around her and it's filled with guilt and sadness for the ones she was unable to save.

And for that very reason, she panics when the realization of how closer you two have grown starts to dawn on her and your relationship might take two steps back before moving forward as Maeve tries to push you away once again.

Though this time around you're able to figure out how to get past that act of hers more easily.

After that I believe she'll start to be more honest with herself and you about her own feelings and stop putting so much of a front.

She'll treat you much more softly and tenderly than ever before and might allow herself to give in and give you the first kiss.

She smiles at you all the time, especially when she observes the little quirky things you do when you think no one is looking.

Maeve loves being of help to you, so whatever you need she'll make sure to provide one way or another.

One thing that doesn't change, is how protective she is of you, always making sure not Homelander or Vought know about or can get to you, and this might stir many conflicts in your relationship but over time you both might be able to handle it with more ease.

Maeve is a very supportive partner and loves listening and being involved in whatever you're passionate about or the goals you want to pursue, even if she doesn't necessarily understand them completely.

You're the one person in her life that calls her by her real name "Margaret" "Maggie" "Margo" whatever variant you choose, she's happy to hear her name coming from you, it's been a long time since someone has called her that and it's surprised by the feeling of comfort it gives her; since in many ways the alias of "Queen Maeve" has turned in her own prison.

I strongly believe Maggie is the little spoon in cuddle sessions; she always has to be the strong one in every other situation in her life, she really does enjoy the moments of vulnerability she shares with you.

Both find it funny that she can probably punch a building down but she appears as if made of paper in your arms, adorable.

She might struggle with remembering things like dates, anniversaries, birthdays, etc; she has a lot on her mind but she'll apologize and make it up to you, don't worry.

I also very much believe Maggie to be a foodie (notice most of her scenes with Elena there's some talk about food? Idk if it was intentional or not, but I like to believe that this is because Maeve really likes food and is a comfort for her on hard times).

She adores taking you out for dinner in all kinds of restaurants, exploring new foods and flavors is just one of her favorite things, plus she gets to watch your reactions when trying them out.

She knows all the best places in town to eat.

If by any chance you know how to cook and you're good at it, Maggie might just consider to slap a ring on your finger right then and there istg.

Overall Maggie, although difficult at first, I believe she'll make for a great partner once she opens up to you; she still has a lot of issues to work through, but she'll definitely try to be a better person not only for you and your relationship, but because deep down, I believe she also wants to genuinely be a hero her younger-more-hopeful self would be proud of.

[gffa]

Hi!  This is an interesting question because there has been a fair amount of Jedha lore being expanded on in The High Republic, but the era that's doing it is set 350 years before the prequels (382 BBY, so almost 400 years if you're going by when the Republic fell and the Empire rose) and it's really contained to a handful of sources.  I would say the main ones exploring it are: - The Battle of Jedha audiobook - The High Republic 2022 ongoing comic book (issue #6 came out just this week, it's still pretty new) That's really about it for that era and the other book I would suggest if you want to catch up on things yourself is Guardians of the Whills by Greg Rucka, which is set not too long before Rogue One and has Baze and Chirrut running missions on Jedha and showing them trying to protect the people of the city while the Empire encroaches on more and more of them. Which means there's not a ton about it yet, most of which is just setting the stage and introducing various religious groups and their basic dynamics--which is pretty much "the Jedi are still the big kids on the playground, some love them, some resent them, but generally they try to do their best to respect everyone and let people do their thing, it's just that by dint of being the strongest Force-users in the galaxy, they're always going to be in the position of being the big kids on the playground", while other groups tend to squabble a lot, sometimes with, sometimes against the Jedi, and none of them have really stood out yet. You've got the Church of the Force, but it's just one group among many and they're probably the second biggest group, but they haven't really done much yet. Then there's the Path of the Open Hand which were introduced in Path of Deceit (the opening novel for this era of the High Republic) but all you really need to know is that they're benevolent seeming and their mission is that the Force must be "free" (ie, no one can use it) because their belief is, if you use the Force to save a person here, then over there the Force kills someone else, to bring "balance".  So they reeeeeeeeeally hate the Jedi, who actively use the Force, and they're lead by the Mother who is being set up to be a villain, who we don't know her full motivations yet, but likely she wants to grow them as a cult and give her all the power.  In The Battle for Jedha, they stir up chaos and then go help people by creating an alms house to heal them, get people to "safety", etc.  So, they look like heroes, their members genuinely believe in their cause, they seem very nice, but ultimately no good is going to come from there. They've recently arrived on Jedha (in the High Republic ongoing comic) and are demanding a seat at the Convocation of the Force's table, to be part of their Council, but they've been denied so far and are making a big racket about how they're being shunned just for ~dissenting~. The other major players so far are the Guardians of the Whills, which seem to be in their prime here.  It's not super clear what they believe or how they operate, they don't seem to be able to use the Force much (other groups do have Force abilities, but don't seem especially strong, either) and are kind of more like guardian monks who keep order on Jedha and protect it. Sometime previous to the set-up of this era, the Jedi were fully in charge of Jedha, but no longer are.  Whether they chose to step down, were asked to step down, others stepped up, or what, I'm not sure if we know yet, only that the Jedi used to rule the place, but haven't in some time and some people are fine with it, some seem like they might resent it.  (Par for the course with the Jedi, some love them, some resent them.) Ultimately, the set up is "a bunch of Force religions create a council to facilitate interactions between the different groups and organize festivals for everyone to come to" and there's some squabbling, but also some good work being done, the Jedi can't help but be the biggest player (in part because this is Star Wars and they're our main characters, but also because of their sheer history and ability) even as they deliberately try to step back. There's a large gap of history between the High Republic era and what Jedha looked like by the time of the Empire rising, but my impression is that it had been falling out of favor for awhile, that the Rogue One visual dictionary still described it as a place of pilgrimage and holy to a lot of religions, it still had a bustling city, but it wasn't the same central hub of religious organizations in the galaxy and hadn't been for a long time. A lot of interesting stuff is happening on Jedha at this time period (and you could probably just Google for where to find the 2022/2023 High Republic comics, that should tell you almost everything you might want to know) or just scroll through the "Sites of Interest" section on Wookieepedia to see if any of them sound like places Ahsoka might want to mention--as a Jedi, I think she'd probably know of a lot of the places, you can decide if she'd have visited at some point (Jedi did take their initiates on field trips, after all), and might want to visit the Kyber Mirrors, which held a lot of significance for Force-sensitives, even if the Empire had probably mined it for kyber by then. But you'd also be fine just ignoring all of it, because most of this is from 400 years before and would be interesting history, more than a direct involvement!  I would say the Guardians of the Whills book tells you more about the status of the planet in that era, but you can basically guess, it's a lot of orphanages because a lot of parents are dead and everyone is poor and struggling to eat or get medicine, even the local orphanage struggles despite Baze and Chirrut's help, because the Empire sucks. Other than that, it's mostly introductory stuff so far, so a skim over Wookieepedia or some judicious Googling should cover it!

[mytalemyworld]

Some thoughts about Love Like The Galaxy

I was a bit reluctant to start this show. Because A) Chinese period dramas can be very heavy and I wasn't in a mood to watch something so serious B) It was like yesterday I watched the male lead in Nirvana in Fire and I thought I would have a hard time to accept him as a general.

It turned out I was wrong in the both aspects. Because A) The drama balances the heavy moments with the light hearted ones and B) I was sold out to the show after watching him in a couple of the scenes. He may be like a Terminator and a little too cold for my taste (he has reasons for being this way ofc) but oh my in action he is really something else.

It has been ages since I was deeply invested in a serious period chinese drama. I literally can't wait for the new episode and I wanted to explain why this is a great drama and recommend it if you're looking for a cdrama to watch. Even if you haven't watched any period cdrama before.

Usually I can tell if I will be hooked on a tv show after watching the first 30 minutes of it and this show wasn’t an exception either. Because the world building and the characters in this 30 minutes length are so good.

First of all you don’t get bombarded with lots of background information or confusing flashbacks. You start learning everything step by step.

Second of all, the leads were immediately shown under interesting circumstances and the writers put some flesh on the bones even in this limited time.

And the first meeting of OTP. 

Intriguing and making you crave to see more because you could already tell they would be one hell of a couple (and later epic!) I may write a post only about them later but from the very start the show made a clever choice and built up a huge anticipation for them to meet again while giving delicious otp scenes when they weren't even in the same frame.

About the light hearted moments...

When we were given these scenes...I was like yeah clearly a big budget show and it would be epic but then the show made a slight turn and you found yourself watching the female lead's family shenanigans. I was a bit confused about what the show would be about but later you came to understand why this choice had been made.

Because this is kind of coming of age story for the female lead and you MUST see whom she had dealt with throughout her whole life and what kind of person she turned into. Secondly, it is also a smart move to know the main characters, all relationships and kinships before telling the big events.

For example the show first revolves around a military embezzlement which then turns out to be there is more to this issue than meets the eye. And while showing this, we can see some critical morality choices of the main characters and little otp moments.

Also there is one thing seriously makes the show much more light hearted which is the emperor himself. Probably this is the first time I've ever seen in a show that the emperor ships OTP very hard. Usually the emperor or someone from the imperial family goes against this relationship but in this show he is like their fairy godmother. I mean...even though I think this is refreshing I still find the whole general-emperor relationship weird. Because sometimes the male lead even answers back to the emperor in front of the strangers... For example:

The Emperor: *being intimidating and scaring her* Meanwhile Zhisheng:

She and her father: *gasp* The Emperor: YOU. LITTLE. SHIT.

Well, I know he dotes on Zhisheng but come on, there is too much fiction going on here.

The pros of the show for me, this show is not about imperial mind games or cruel power games. Yes, of course there is enmity, jealousy and dangerous power dynamics but none of these make this show darker. The show is about the choices and consequences of them, the darker elements are mostly about these consequences which sometimes lead to a war, or a huge massacre or cause a child to feel worthless.

Also there are some scenes contain too much blood and violence which I don't find gruesome but some may, but still this is not unnecessary violence, I can assure you.

This removing arrow scene got all my attention for example, I watched the entire scene without blinking, even though it lasted long like a damn lifetime.

What can I say, romance at all costs.

But this one particularly gave me goosebumps.

So in conclusion, I can certainly recommend this show even though it hasn’t ended yet. I know it can be difficult to wait for the new episode, but this one is worth it, I think.

[grailfinders]

Fate and Phantasms Viewers' Choice #7: Kirschtaria Wodime

Today on Fate and Phantasms, we’ve got another Crypter in our sights for our viewers’ choice build- that’s right, today we’re building none other than the man, the mage, the ender of spelling bees, Kirschtaria Wodime. Now this build was pretty strange to put together. Like most of the other crypters, we don’t really interact with Kirsch enough to get a good idea of what he can do- outside of the giant meteor storm thing that’s specifically lostbelt-only. What we do know is he’s great at planning, and the problem with big brain strategist characters is that you gotta be big brain to play them. If you’re anything like me, you’re at the D&D table to do literally anything but that.

Thankfully, there’s another way to make your character look prepared for everything, and it’s something that both I and delightworks have used heavily when it comes to Kirschtaria- cheat like hell! That and his Astromancy is why he’s a Divination Wizard, though we’ll also hop into Fighter juuust a bit to help him be an even better wizard. I promise that makes sense.

Check out his build breakdown below the cut, or his character sheet over here!

(Also worth noting, while we aren't getting too deep into the events of lostbelt 5 there is still going to be mention of stuff, so expect spoilers.)

Race and Background

Kirschtaria is a Human, even if he’s turned against the race’s history, so he gets +1 Dexterity and Intelligence, as well as proficiency in Arcana and the Lucky feat so you can get away with just about anything and say you planned it ahead of time. Now you can re-roll just about any d20 you see happen up to 3 times per day.

Kirsch is pretty much the closest thing magecraft has to a Noble- rich, powerful, bears the weight of the world on his shoulders, absolutely fucked family dynamics- anyways, that’s why he’s got proficiency in History and Persuasion. If you’re going to work with mankind’s greatest heroes, it’s a good idea to recognize them.

Ability Scores

your Intelligence should be your highest score, both for planning purposes and also your magic. if you’re going to wipe out servants in a single spell, it’s got to be maxed out as fast as possible. after that comes Wisdom. It’s hard to plan for stuff you can’t see coming. your Dexterity has to be next, both for your little sword dealie and also so you don’t die just wearing mage armor. After that is Constitution. You’re still working off that wound, but you wouldn’t be here at all if you weren’t slightly harder to kill than most mages. That means we’re putting Charisma and Strength as the low points. You don’t really connect with people much, and mages don’t lift much either.

Class Levels

1. Fighter 1: I’m sure you trained in magic from a young age, but you had a physical body first, so we’re starting as a fighter. This gives you proficiency in Strength and Constitution saves, as well as two skills like Insight and Perception.

You get the Dueling fighting style so that if you’re stuck using your sword at least it’s not terrible with an additional +2 damage with one-handed weapons, and you also gain a Second Wind, letting you heal yourself as a bonus action once per short rest. Again, not fucking dying is your specialty.

2. Fighter 2: Second level fighters get an Action Surge, giving you a limit-free extra action once per short rest, and yes it can be used to cast a second leveled spell in a single turn. When you get spells, that is.

3. Wizard 1: First level wizards get Spells that you cast and prepare using your Intelligence. And here’s where another problem for the build comes in. We know Kirsch is a great mage, but we only ever see him use the meteor thing- tbh it’s not like he’d need anything else. What that means is most of your spell list is just going to read “whatever tf you feel appropriate for your campaign. If something absolutely mandatory pops up we’ll let you know, but don’t expect much detail from us.

That being said we’re definitely getting the staples Mage Armor and Magic Missile- you wouldn’t be a true FGO caster without casterballs. Just to be on the safe side, let’s also pick up Protection from Evil and Good, just in case Castor tries anything funny.

I know we’re starting on the magic, late, but to make up for it you can use an Arcane Recovery once a day, regaining a few spell slots over a short rest!

4. Wizard 2: At second level you become a Divination Savant, meaning divination spells cost less and take less time to copy over. I’m still not sure why WotC made it so wizards are actively discouraged from picking up the spells they specialize in at character creation, but it’s part of the game now!

More importantly, as a divination wizard you’re gaining Portents at the end of each long rest. When you wake up, you roll 2 d20s. Then at any point throughout the day you can stop a d20 roll you see from happening, replacing it with one of those d20s you rolled earlier, once per die rolled.

5. Wizard 3: Third level wizards get second level spells, though there isn’t much we need to be Kirschtaria. Turns out the mage equal to the gods prefers high-level stuff, wild huh?

6. Wizard 4: We still don’t need more spells, but we get an Ability Score Improvement, so you can improve your Intelligence for stronger spells.

7. Wizard 5: Fifth level wizards get third level spells, and we’ll pick up Sending to send messages to other crypters with only a 5% chance of failure as well as Fireball for a small meteor to start off with.

8. Wizard 6: Sixth level divination wizards know Expert Divination- if you spend a slot on a divination spell, you can regain a lower level spell slot too! We’ll also grab Nondetection here- it’s nice to hold onto reminders of the past.

9. Wizard 7: Seventh level wizards get fourth level spells like Divination, the actual intended use of Astromancy. It might not be as cool as giant meteors, but at least you don’t need to betray humanity to get it.

10. Wizard 8: Use this ASI to max out your Intelligence. Yep, you’re the ultimate lifeform now.

11. Wizard 9: Ninth level wizards get fifth level spells, and if you want to plan hard enough to fight gods, one thing you’ll need is Legend Lore. It’ll also help with servants, but it still leaves Guda as a wildcard.

12. Wizard 10: Tenth level divination wizards gain The Third Eye- spend an action once a short rest to gain either darkvision, ethereal sight, the ability to read any language, or the ability to see invisibility until your next short rest. I’m not sure if ancient Greek came up in your tutoring, but now you don’t have to worry too much about that.

13. Wizard 11: Eleventh level wizards get sixth level spells, and if you want the most powerful beams in the business you gotta go with Disintegrate. Either they make the dexterity save, or they take a ton of force damage and instantly super die if they hit 0 HP because of it.

14. Wizard 12: We probably should have done this earlier, but you’re a Prodigy, so we better pick up the feat. This gives you proficiency in Investigation, as well as proficiency in one tool of your choice and doubled proficiency in Arcana, just to dunk on rogues.

15. Wizard 13: With your new seventh level spells, you can now Plane Shift over to other lostbelts if you so chose to.

16. Wizard 14: Apparently divination wizards took a page out of fighter’s book, since they figured the best endgame stuff was what you got at level 2 but more. Your Greater Portents give you a third die to roll each day on your portent stuff. Yep. 3 instead of 2. tbh this was already busted back then, so making it a little better is still great.

17. Wizard 15: We’re almost to the lostbelt, just gotta grab an eighth level spell first. Sunburst is a burst of magical energy forcing a constitution save on anything inside the radius. If they fail, they take radiant damage and become blinded.

18. Wizard 16: By this point you’ve died twice and come back stronger for it, so let’s use this last ASI on the Tough feat- it gives you +36 max HP now, and an additional +2 every time you level up afterwards. I don’t know how the fuck you managed to get 795,850 HP while Guda only has less than 200, but here you go.

19. Wizard 17: Finally, we get to the peak of magic with some ninth level spells. Meteor Swarm is the big kahuna you’ve been waiting for. Pick four points within a mile of you to fuck up. Launch 40’ radius meteors at each of those points. Force a dexterity save on everything in those areas, dealing a shitload of fire and bludgeoning damage to each of them. It’s not subtle, but neither are the gods.

We’ll also grab Foresight for when you’re not in the Greek lostbelt. It’s fortunetelling taken to the absolute extreme- spend 1 minute casting, and for the next 8 hours you’ll have advantage on all attacks, saves, and checks- not only that, but everyone trying to hit you has disadvantage.

20. Wizard 18: Our final level of this build gives you Spell Mastery over a first and second level spell. Now you can cast those spells without using a spell slot, so long as they aren’t upcast. Honestly I’d pick Protection from Evil and Good and maybe Augury, since neither of those care about being upcast anyway. Infinite magic missiles sounds cool and all, but I don’t think 3d4+3 per action is going to get you anywhere.

Pros and Cons

Pros:

You are a wizard. Seriously, wizards are just. very, very powerful in D&D, and one that has an extra action to pump magic out is nothing to sneeze at. Also, your expert divination helps you gain slots back faster than most casters, so you can actually afford to spam magic longer than your average sorcerer.

You are The Best at strategy. You’re smart, you’ve got training in all the relevant skills, you can see into the fucking future, and even if something goes wrong you’ve got portents and luck to set it back on track.

You’re also incredibly flexible outside of combat. Even with just the spells we mentioned, you’re still a force to be reckoned with, and you’ve got 26 more to slot in as you see fit. Even if we’re not talking about pulling off crazy heists or plans future sight and portents are just always useful to have on hand. There is no point where taking you along is a bad move.

Cons:

If you don’t see someone coming, you might have a bad time in a fight. You’ve got less than 150 HP and an AC of 15 if you’re playing to character, so you’re awfully squishy, even with your fighter goodies.

Also, I understand a dnd build where more than half the spells aren’t chosen for you is kind of a copout. Yell at Nasu for not letting Kirsch do more than one cool thing in his lostbelt.

I guess you have low strength? Anything not shredded by meteors could come in and shove you? I guess? Wizards don’t have a lot of issues once they’ve got ninth level spells.

[justplainwhump]

Cornered

This is for @whumptober day 5 (blood loss) and day 2 (cornered). 

It’s set in a dystopian, slightly post-apocalyptic world, where few people are gifted with powers - and some of these powers are considered very valuable.

(Tabitha was created for an RP, but she deserved her own world, too. And Fred? I know nothing about them, but if this goes on, I guess we’ll at least learn how they will deal with pain...)

Content: dystopian setting, gun mention, implied stabbing, blood loss, kidnapping, team dynamics.

The warehouse downhill from them is shrouded in darkness. Still, Fred is squinting their eyes to make out something, maybe the beam of a lonely flashlight, maybe the shape of one of their team members, gun in hand, ducking into the building. 

It's the third place they are searching to find Eli and Sunshine. It makes no sense that they've been taken. Not like this, like an organized abduction. There's no intel these two have, there hasn't been any demand for ransom or blackmail - whatever that should be for, it's not that their ragtag group possess anything of value anyway. All they do is survive, day to day, and they'll do it together.

Together. Always. That's why they're here, deep in enemy territory. It's why five of them are fighting their way through this ware house, and it's why the other two of them are sitting here, the mechanic and the healer, perched up on the still warm hood of a parked car, huddling under a shared blanket. As far as Fred understands, Tabitha could keep them warm with a thought alone, but this would still burn up energy, either theirs or Tabitha's, and both of them need it. 

If their friends live, Tabitha can heal them. It's simple as that.

"We should be in-" Tabitha begins, once again, but Fred stops her with two fingers to her mouth.

"Shhh. We are where we need to be. You can't be in the fight. You're the most important person on our team."

Tabitha shifts, and Fred knows that under the blanket she's fiddling for her knife. It's something she often does, just feel if it's there, run her fingers over the smooth handle with a melancholic fondness that makes them all wonder what this knife actually means to her. Nobody ever asked. They've been working together for months now, they know each other's shower routines and favorite foods, the sounds of their steps at day and their sobs at night, when everybody pretends they don't hear. 

Still, their past lives have remained shrouded in mystery. Safer that way. They'd all agreed.

"I didn't ask for this," Tabitha says flatly. She not talking about being sat outside in this very moment, Fred guesses. And they're right. "I'm a fighter. These powers. Healing. It's for soft people. I'm not soft."

"These days, who is?" Fred wraps the blanket closer around them and looks over at the woman, the tattoos wrapped around her neck, a stark contrast of black ink against moonlit ink. Tabitha's jaw is clenched into a hard line. "Softness is a luxury none of us can afford."

The radio crackles to life next to them, and Tabitha grabs it, pulling it closer to their ears. "We've…" Lana's voice is hard to read through the static, and for another second, Fred remains frozen in dread. "We've got them."

A relieved sigh escapes their throat, and they feel Tabitha relax next to them. "Roger. Do you need medical attention?"

"No. No guards here, no fight. El and Star - malnourished, but fine. All good."

"No fight," Tabitha whispers, letting the radio sink down. "I don't… I don't actually think that's good."

"Why?" Fred asks.

Something rustles in the bushes behind the car. 

Tabitha is on her feet already, knife up, facing the woods. Light flashes up, right into her face, her eyes suddenly golden, her skin purely white. Before they can make sense of it, another beam of blinding light hits Fred. Something clicks, and they've heard that noise often enough to make the hairs in the back of their neck stand up. Guns. Several.

"Because it means we were out for something else," a cool voice replies. "Put that knife down, love. You're right. We might not be here for your friends, that warehouse is still rigged. Your call, if I blow it up."

Fred squints against the light, trying to turn their head towards the speaker. "What…?"

"My boss needs a healer. And for all I'm seeing here, his bargaining position is way better than yours, wouldn't you agree?"

A sharp inhale to their side, a hissed “Fuck you”, followed by the soft noise of metal on concrete, and the light leaves Fred's face. The world around them is still white. 

"Good girl, Tabitha" their captor says smugly. "Keep that up, and when we're back at base, I might let you heal your friend."

Her friend? But Lana has said - "I thought, they were-"  

Fred can make out a shape in front of them, before a strange hand is on their neck, hot breath on their face. A sharp punch in their abdomen. It feels cold. Cold, then hot. Warm liquid is seeping over their hands as they reach down.

"Fred!" Tabitha yells. There are noises of a struggle, a soft thud, a groan. It sounds muffled, far away. Everything does.

Their hands are sticky and wet.

Fred blinks, confused. 

Hands close around their shoulders, hoist them into a car. Not the one they came with, that's all they know, as it roars to life with soft vibrations. Tabitha's voice is fading out, along with all the other sounds. 

While the world goes silent, their vision comes back. 

The first color Fred sees is red.

Pain is red, they think. Pain is red, and it's almost pretty.

[autixel]

Prompt: love and hate

Challenge: iambic pentameter

I don't do either of them I am getting that bread B)

Title: Dread and Hope

I was standing before one of the most dangerous people in Solis, Rye of the Bread. His blazing eyes were locked on mine, fear shot through me. He fully turned around to face me squarely, I took the shot. Crumbs fell as the bullet merely grazed his cheek. Could a macaron get even paler than he already was? Realizing this potential fatal mistake I backed up and started to run. I shot at him again to try and defer him. That didn’t work because I could hear Rye behind me. I didn’t see a firearm on him but that didn’t mean that he was unarmed entirely. This damned building was a labyrinth circling back on hallways and corridors. I suppose that was the intent but I didn’t see a way out. Over all the screaming outside the thumps of footfalls grew faster and louder. I was running out of time. I came to a fork in the never-ending halls and the look to the right nearly cost me as a steel pipe, as thin as my finger, came deadly close to my eyes. In the reflection I saw the eyes of a prey animal. I turned the other way and continued running, risking a glance at my pursuer. Dear man, he had another pipe. In stride he ripped the first pipe out from the wall. I kept trying to lose him yet he came ever closer. I believe he threw one of his pipes at me as it went completely through my right calf. I fell to the ground, being on the ground in a fight is never a good thing. I still had my gun, and getting off the ground was difficult. I got to my feet and Rye slammed me against the wall. He may have had a pipe at my neck, but I had the gun to his side. His glare bore into my eyes.

“Your gun is empty.”

He was right. My gun was built for accuracy and speed, at the cost of power and storage.

“Maple .22, right? Standard macaron police force gun, strange here in Sugara though. You’re a long way from home, and with that recently injured leg from, I’m just guessing here, the trip? Macaron enforcers usually are content to prowl their territory which just begs the question of what in Solis are you doing here?”

He pressed the pipe into my neck, the pressure made it hard to breathe.

“Who hired you?”

I made some noises that roughly sounded like “let me breathe” and the pressure alleviated somewhat. I gasped for air. cough.

“Bergamot, I owed her a favor.”

“Why are you here?”

“Personal.”

“Elaborate.”

I may be on the wrong end of the power dynamic here but Julien was none of his business.

“Not unless you tell me why you’re here.”

He was silent, got him. He broke the silence.

“Where are you headed, I doubt you stopped here willingly.”

“Funny enough, Bread Country.”

I wasn’t supposed to say that, I blame the almond loss. The pressure came back.

“It would do you wise to spill.”

“A friend of mine was taken, I intend to get him back.”

That did something to him, I have no guess as to what.

“Come with us, we’ll get your friend returned to you.”

I was in awe as Rye backed off of me, lowering the pipe. I lowered the gun. He helped me back to the ballroom, we really made a mess of the place, but I had hope of getting Julien home.

[onsunnyside]

✯⌎ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Major Crossover—dark alpha!fratboys!: Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Ransom Drysdale, Andy Barber x omega!reader [dark A/B/O college AU, one reader, HC Verse]

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK themes and elements, A/B/O dynamics, mean!cevans characters, DARK!cevans characters, manipulation, toxic behaviour, obsessive & possessive behaviour, soft!DARK, misogyny (within A/B/O designations), SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON/DUB-CON, coercion, jealousy, competition, major power imbalance, heavy dom/sub undertones, size difference, daddy kink, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, object insertion (sex toys: anal plug, ‘carrot style’ dildo, vibrating ‘eggs’), dumbification, degradation, cum as lube, overstimulation, possible dehumanization, gangbang: “sharing is caring,” dacryphilia, unprotected sex (p in v, p in a), double penetration (v & a), anal sex, rough sex, squirting, oral (f), creampie, handjobs, pussy slapping, choking, voyeurism, filming sex, implied/mentions of: face fucking, somnophilia, chase kink, free use

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | You celebrate Easter with your five alphas. Based on this ask from my sunny bunny party.

𝗪/𝗖 | 4.34K

𝗔/𝗡 | well i definitely feel like a whore, but what else is new, this may be the most filthy thing i’ve written as in the context. I don’t have much for this version of HCV, so we’ll see how it ends up. i never thought i’d write something like this. warning: i don’t know if it’s classified as subspace, but reader gets fucked stupid. this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read.

˗ˏˋ𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Your eyes bounce between the options on the printed page, and breaths leave your mouth in puffs. You can hear the birds through the opened window, and feel the cool breeze crawling up your spine. 

“5-4-3-2—”

“Is it, uh,—A?”

“Nope.” 

You gasp, your eyes falling shut in pleasure as the vibrations intensify and your walls pulse around the thick toy. Your toes curl in your knee-highs and your nails dig into the couch. “Oh, m-my…” 

“Look at that.” Comes a Brooklyn drawl from behind you, “She’s so wet, it keeps slipping out…” Steve holds the dildo by the base and presses it to the hilt. He almost feels bad for you because he can feel the strong vibrations from the other toy also stuffed into you. After everything they’ve put you through, he’s surprised you’re still conscious.  

Poor baby, but it was all your fault anyway. 

"Oh, honey, you like history that much?” Ransom teases, shutting the book and fixing your crooked bunny ears. They aren’t as pretty anymore since he threw them to the ground to get a better grip on your head when he was fucking your face earlier. There’s still some cum on your chin, but he won’t say anything. He prefers watching you go about the day covered in him or his frat brothers. 

Steve coos, “Want me to stop it, baby?” He spits on you, his saliva landing on your puckered hole stretched around a plug, still sore and puffy from his prep this morning. You were asleep and kept squirming until he held you down. When your eyes finally opened, his heart swelled and he had you up against the shower wall within minutes. 

The other guys had tried to join when you were nearly finished, but Steve locked the door. And when it was broken, the both of you were in the bathtub, and you were cockdrunk in his arms, drifting away and letting him wash you. 

They’d have to get the door fixed again, but it wasn’t like none of the other guys were completely innocent either. They each had their selfish streaks but compared to the beginning of your relationship, they’ve gotten far better at sharing. 

“P-Please, stop it.” You sigh in relief when he pulls at the end hanging out and presses the power button, and the low humming comes to an end. You sag into the cushions, practically lifeless as Ransom caresses your face, inching closer to your gland. 

Then, Steve turns it back on, this time on the highest setting. 

“Steve!” You cry out, falling onto your belly as you shudder, and release around the toys. Your squirt drenches the couch and Steve’s lap, marking both with your scent. Your mind goes blank and your tummy hurts with the amount of pressure as the toy roughly thrusts in and out of you, jostling the vibrator and prolonging your high.  

You don’t know how much time had passed, but you did feel someone cleaning between your legs and another hand trail up your back, “You okay, sweetie?”

“Mhm…” You trail off, your head sinking into the plush pillow before it’s pulled to a lap. A certain scent of smooth vanilla with a dash of cocoa flows up your nose, “Andy?”

“Yes, it’s me.” A soft sound makes your eyes open and you watch the basket get filled with a few more of those dreaded eggs that ruined you in the first place. You tuck away from it, whining at the soreness that blooms from your core. 

“Had to find the rest and wash them for you.” Andy rubs your head softly, his gentle tone a sharp contrast to the growing tent in his pants, “Dumb little bunny couldn’t help but cum from what—four eggs? You didn’t even find all of them.”

“Sorry, alpha.” You sniffle, wishing to just go to sleep for the rest of the day, but according to the alphas, the festivities have just begun.  

“You know what that means, right, honey?” 

“It means she’s getting chased through the woods next time like a stupid little bunny. I wanted to do it—but no, it would’ve been too much.”

“Are you honey?”

Ransom shrugs, “Sometimes.”

Andy shakes his head, facing you again, “Talk to me, omega.” 

“I tried…” 

“You did, and maybe next time, you’ll do better.” He looks down at you, both eyebrows raised, “You’ll do what you’re supposed to, and not disappoint your alphas.” 

That’s how you end up between Ari’s legs, his long hard cock against your back as Curtis stuffs you full with the vibrating ‘eggs.’ Your puffy folds are spread wide for the rest of the fraternity brothers to freely gaze at. Steve, Ransom and Andy sit in chairs, heavy cocks hanging out of their pants as drool dribbles down your chin.

“How many now?”

“The seventh keeps slipping out.” Curtis’ fingers prod at the little vibrating ball, he sucks his digits clean before reaching for another egg and easily adds it into your stuffed cunt, he groans lowly, “We’re at eight now, sweet girl. You’re doing so good.” 

The towel is soaked underneath you. After squirting a handful of times, Steve and Andy’s cum act as lube for your tight hole, and their seed combined with your slick has made an embarrassing mess of your core. 

At least they put the eggs on the lowest setting, you didn’t even want to think of having all of them on the highest.

“Fit another. If she gets nine, I’ll get that tight ass for the week.” 

“In your dreams,” Steve scoffs, “It’s like you don’t even know our girl, she can barely take a few fingers and a cock at the same time in one hole. She’s had enough today and she’ll warm me for the next seven days.” He licks his lips at the thought. “What makes you think she’ll fit another?”

“She’ll do it for me. Right, omega?” Ransom asks you. “You’re going to try to take another for me.”

“I-I,” You blink away the tears and shake your head as Ransom sighs. “No, daddy—can’t.” You whine, unable to relax in Ari’s comforting hold, most of the time, his warmth keeps you grounded but right now, you feel like you’ll be flying in a few moments. “Too much, too full.”

“Are you sure this time?” Curtis asks, tattoos stretching along his shoulder as he sits up, chain dangling between his pecs. “You said that at five and started crying when Andy took the basket away.” 

“Little whore couldn’t even decide if she was too full.” Ransom scoffs, jerking his cock slowly, “She gets fucked so often but is still too tight for two cocks in the same hole. One of these days, I won’t care and I’ll just shove in there, fucking tear her apart.” 

“Bet she’ll love it.” Steve agrees, his mouth waters as one of the eggs slips out of you, covered in your cream and his cum. “When has she ever said no anyway?”

“Plenty of times,” Andy answers, moving next to Curtis for a closer look. Your cunt is so used, your clit is still rubbed raw from his beard earlier, and your ass is stuffed with a plug.  “We just never listen.”

“We’ll listen this time.” The fraternity president’s hands fall below your tummy, tracing lower and pressing slightly. Another egg falls out, your hole clenches as the rest shift inside you, still softly vibrating against your pulsing walls. “We promised.”

“Promises are meant to be broken.” Curtis shrugs, eyes locked on your contorted face as he barely touches your clit making you jump, and he laughs cruelly. “Like when I promised I wouldn’t fuck her face when we went to the movies.” 

“You ruined her makeup. I had to take her to dinner with smeared mascara.” Ransom starts fucking into his fist, head falling back as memories rush back, you clinging to his arm in the fancy establishment, all dolled up and cute, he loved showing you off. He also teased you under the table that day. 

“You could’ve let her fix it.”

“I would have just messed it up again.” 

“Hey, open those pretty eyes.” Your lashes flutter open, meeting Curtis’ clear blue gaze but the contact doesn’t last long because Ari applies pressure again, and two more eggs slip out. Joining the filthy mess. Curtis’ wet hand taps your cheek, “Look at me, are you done?”

You nod, blubbering as Steve’s fingers lightly tug at your nipples, you’re so sensitive and sore, you can barely tell left from right. Drunk on endless highs, and so many suffocating scents. But god, you loved and feared it at the same time. 

“Oh, poor bunny, your little cunt is stuffed to the brim.” Ransom slides next to you, craning his neck to stare. 

“Daddy… Don’t look…”

“Why not? You’re shy?” He chuckles darkly, “What if I get closer, huh? Spread your puffy folds, and get a really good look at your filthy pussy. I should bring you to the mirror and make you look at it. See what a slut you are for your alphas.”

You pout at him, shutting your legs. “You’re being mean…”

“Am I being mean?” He asks the rest of the men, and receives different replies; ‘yeah,’ ‘no way,’ ‘she’s just sensitive.’ “Whatever—how can I make it up to you, pet? I’ll be nice since it’s a holiday.”

Your eyes fall to his shirt, and he immediately knows what you want. He tugs off his t-shirt and hands it over. You take the fabric and bring it to your nose, rubbing your face into it and enveloping yourself in his scent. 

“She’s chirping,” Steve smiles warmly, and his delicate touch travels up your leg. “Even after all the shit you’ve pulled, she still wants to be with you.”

“Shut up.” Ransom rolls his eyes. “Isn’t Steve being mean too, baby? Go on, tell him to fuck off.”

Your eyes widen, “No! Are you stupid—” Ari slaps your thigh harshly. “Ow!”

“Watch your mouth before I make you clean those eggs. Now open your legs, don’t make me ask twice.” His deep voice demands from behind you. His chest hair tickles your back, “Don’t forget who you are.”

An omega, it goes without being said. The power they hold over you both in designation, status and physical strength. They towered over you and you felt so small between them with the weight of their blue stares. 

You slowly spread your thighs, covering your face in unease as the other alphas crowd around you. Ari forces them wider with his knees and moves you onto his lap, putting on a show for the rest of his frat brothers. Someone’s spit lands on your clit before the bundle is rubbed, sending streams of pleasure through your veins. They play with you for a bit, tracing your wet hole, and putting your combined juices back in only for it to drip out again. Suddenly, a thickness prods at your weepy hole. 

Your eyes shoot open, shining up at the buzzcut-haired man sinking his cock into you. “Wait, the eggs—”

“I know.” Curtis cuts you off, “Ransom, turn up the setting. Wanna fuck her until she’s dumb.”

“She already is.” Steve moves your hand to his cock, your fingers can’t meet around his fat girth.

“See? Isn’t he mean, baby? Why don’t you tell him how mean he is.” Ransom grabs your other hand, spitting into your palm before fucking into your fist. 

Ari kisses up the back of your neck, and all the touching, the sounds, and the feelings distract you enough for him to slip out the plug and replace it with his dick. You accidentally grip Steve and Ransom a little too tight, and the alphas groan in sync. Butterflies with glass wings flutter in your stomach, shattering against each other and fracturing you from the inside out. 

“N-No, I can’t—please! Stop!”

“Shut up. Bunnies don’t speak.” Ari grunts into your ear, rough and raspy, “You know what they do?”

“They hop.” Curtis answers smugly, his dark eyes eating you up, “Better hop, sweetheart, before Ransom tries to slide in too.” 

You start bouncing on their cocks. The oxygen feels so thin and you can barely sit up straight, stuffed to the brim as the eggs vibrate against your tender walls. Your moans are utterly indecent, the lewd noises of your actions fill the hot air and harmonize with the squeaking of the bed.  

And that’s what Andy walks in on. You’re a fucking mess, covered in spit, cum and your slick, weakly riding two cocks at once and jerking off another two. Your poor cunt stretched so wide around Curtis’ length, your cream forms a ring around his base and dribbles down to Ari’s under you—Andy wishes he could see your ass, it’s probably so ruined too. 

“What a good bunny, hopping on your alphas cocks like a whore—fucking—” Curtis’ hips stutter when you tighten, “You knot hungry slut, greedy little cunt keeps sucking me in. You love being split open on us?”

“Uh-huh, don’t, ah! Please don’t stop!” You moan, choking on your words. Your bunny ears go crooked as you look down at your used centre and Curtis’ thick cock spearing you open, every time he thrusts out, Ari slides in and they alternate on keeping you as full as possible. “S-So big, daddy, so big.”

“Yeah, your little cunt is so fucking stuffed, can feel those eggs against my cock.” He growls, tugging you to spit into your mouth, then he kisses you messily. “You feel them, baby? They feel good?”

You try to nod, the bunny ears slip further before someone else fixes them again. “My holes, daddy—”

“What about our holes? They don’t belong to you, dumb little bunny.” Ari’s head is thrown back with a deep groan and his abs flex, he can feel Curtis between the thin wall inside of you. There’s truly no more space for anyone else—but that won’t stop one of them from trying. 

“Y-Your holes, so small, daddy…” Someone’s hand wraps around your throat, but you can’t tell who with all the fogginess in your head. Their grip tightens, “Your little holes… gonna never close—”

“Good.” It was Ransom judging from the voice by your ear, you feel a tongue drag up your cheek, licking up your tears. “We’ll do whatever we want to your slutty holes, and I will fuck your cunt when someone else is already using it.”

“What are you, baby?” Steve forces your face towards him, he’s red in the cheeks, and the colour spreads down his firm chest. “C’mon, tell your daddies.”

“I’m a—cumdump, your dumb baby, daddy.” Your head is tilted down, just in time to watch Curtis’ spit land where you meet. His salvia lands on your clit, dripping down to the veiny girth of his cock. “I’m yours.”

“That’s right, and don’t you ever forget.”

“Look at her, all cockdrunk. Dumb little omega, just a hole for us.” Ari sucks on your gland, his groans vibrating the patch, he remembers when you used to cry from just half his cock, and now look at you, taking him and Curtis to the hilt at the same time. You’ve come so far, and he’s so proud. “You like getting both your holes fucked at once, baby? Yeah, you do, look at that face.” 

Steve groans, pulling away from your lips before you’re tugged towards Ransom’s mouth. “Not a fucking thought in that pretty head, it’s okay, you don’t need to think. Just need to take our cocks and knots, let us use you whenever we want. You want our babies in your pretty cunt, omega?” 

Normally, you’d snap out of whatever trance and establish those stupid—in their opinions—boundaries about starting a family so early. Even though you were mated, you didn’t want to get pregnant halfway through your college career, but your alphas didn’t care. They’ve discussed the perfect time to switch out your pills, and darling you wouldn’t know the difference until you’re hunched over the toilet. 

“She does, she’s so fucking tight.” Curtis’ fingers dig into your hips, “You finally gonna have our pups, pet? Let us pump this little cunt full, knot you to keep you plugged up. Use you as a personal cumdump.”

You only manage quiet gasps, letting your body be used from almost every end. 

“Our little omega, so good for us, gonna carry all our babies.” Steve’s voice rings tauntingly and he slips a hand between your legs, his rough fingers strumming your swollen clit. “She’s fucking shaking, you still here with us, pet?” He slaps your button in quick succession, taking great pleasure in your convulses. 

Your head lolls to the side as someone taps your temple, “Sounds empty in there—I think we’ve fucked her completely stupid.”

You’re a vision, moving between Steve and Ransom’s messy kisses as saliva falls down your chin to your bouncing breasts which are covered with lovebites. 

Andy watches you cum, your whole body erupting in euphoria as you tremble in Ari’s lap. Curtis leans back, stroking his cock and squeezing the swelling base as the intensely vibrating eggs finally fall out, your squirt covers him from his thighs to his chest. Steve’s hand is shoved away by Ransom who swats your nub wetly, smearing your juices everywhere. Then he’s also pushed away by Curtis who leans down to greedily latch onto your cunt, all while Ari forcibly bounces you on his dick. 

You scream, falling against the long-haired man’s chest, gasping for air as Curtis buries his face into your sensitive pussy, his rough beard scratching your folds. You flail, arms shooting out for something, anything, but Steve and Ransom aren’t done. They keep your grip locked on their angry lengths and fat knots, they come a few seconds apart, their thick seed spurting all over your hands. 

“What a good girl, give Curtis your cream.” Ari rasps against your gland, the spot so tender from his mouth, he sucks in time with Curtis’ on your swollen clit. 

The alpha drinks down your juices, growling like a starved man as you squirt again.

“That’s it, that’s it. Fucking dirty whore, you’re gonna take my cum in your ass, I want you to fucking cry like a dumb little pet.”  

You hiccup, and as soon as Ransom releases your hand, you try to push Curtis away. Your centre is far too sensitive for even a gentle breath, let alone his mouth and facial hair. “N-No more! Please, I can’t!”

He leans back, your wetness covering half of his face, and evident in his beard. His chest heaves, “You do that again, and I’ll make you take all the eggs, got it?”

“Don’t be so mean now, Curtis, you're gonna make her cry even harder.” Ransom chuckles.

The blue-eyed man grabs your throat, bringing you close as your head bobs up and down, the bunny ears half off. “You hear me? Don’t you ever push me away.”

Ari hasn’t let up, still tearing apart your puckered hole. “Yes, yes—” You barely manage as tears flow freely and follow the trails of drool and saliva down your face. You sob and shudder through Ari’s rough thrusts, digging your nails into the bedsheets. 

Ari turns your head and groans loudly, “So pretty when you cry—dirty girl, daddy’s gonna fill you up. You’re gonna take my fucking cum, whore, take it.” He ruthlessly pumps up and his knot pops in, his cum violently shooting against your walls, filling you so deeply, the thick swell keeps him pressed to the hilt, his heavy balls tensing with every spurt. 

The feeling of being filled has you toppling over again. Your body eagerly grinds down against Ari’s twitching length, forcing him deeper and deeper. Lost in the electric shocks, you don’t notice a single thing going on around you. Teetering between worlds, you let them touch you all over, smearing your shared juices, rubbing their cum into your skin, and kissing or licking your tears. 

It’s downright obscene, the exposed skin heaving breaths, and their soft murmurs.  

“Good little pet, you did so good.”

“Fuck, we really used her cunt, huh? What a mess.”

“If she doesn’t close her mouth soon, I’m fucking her throat.”

“Barber, are you done over there?” Steve’s voice is slightly hushed. 

“Yeah, I couldn't get all the angles but it’s good, the perfect little film of Arcadia Phi’s Pet.” 

To your horror, Andy is holding a camera and the lens is pointed directly at you. He grins as he presses the button, and the red light switches off. 

“Said y-you’d ask.. before.” You manage through shivers, both hypersensitive and numb as Ari runs his rough hands all over your body. You blink through blurry vision, “You lied.”

“I know, baby, but you were so out of it, why would I interrupt?” Andy tilts his head, “I wouldn’t want to ruin the show, because then we’d have to do it again. You want to use the eggs again?”

“N-No…” You trail off, it was true. It was more than overwhelming and you’ve only just begun, you can’t imagine what else is in store. With a rapid pacing of your heart, you reach for him, bottom lip trembling as you wonder why he’s so far away, as if he hadn’t betrayed you. “I want—kiss please?”

Andy smiles and crawls on the bed and cups your cheeks. He kisses you sweetly, taking control and massaging your tongue with his. His beard tickles your face, and you find yourself forgiving him in an instant.

It was the same story with all the other men. No matter what they did, you’d forgive them for it. Regardless if it was undeserving, you found it harder to hold a grudge, to be away from the alphas who made you feel like you were on top of the world.

That felt like more of a crime than their threats and overbearing tendencies like you were breaking an unofficial boundary every time you questioned their toxicity and controlling behaviours. 

Whatever it was, they did this to you, and you aren’t angry at them for it. 

The next one to meet your lips is Curtis, his cock still throbbing between his thighs as spit escapes from the corners of your lips, his deep groans filling your mouth. Then, it’s Ransom, he’s less messy than Curtis but far more demanding, you can’t do anything but follow his motions, letting him swallow the air from your throat. Steve is an even ground between them, although he spits into your mouth before capturing your lips, your teeth clash when he tilts his head and kisses you as if you’re all he’s ever wanted.

Which is the truth for all of them. 

As he pulls away, that charming grin plays on his shiny lips. Ari shifts you around and his knot tugs at your rim. “Are you done being a cameraman?”

Andy sets down the camera, having recorded your exchanges with the rest of the men. “You up for it?”

“If it means I get to boss you all around,” Ari smirks, gently pulling out of your creamy hole, his seed dribbles out your ass, down your skin and onto the wrinkled towel below. 

You let out a little sigh at the emptiness, trying to find a position that doesn’t make your soreness more evident, and gives your thoroughly fucked holes a rest. 

“It isn’t any different considering you’re president,” Ransom remarks. 

“Hey, if you want to have a re-election, and lose again, be my guest. I wouldn’t mind another victory celebration.” Ari snatches the device and moves off the bed. His cock is already hardening again and bobbing between his built legs. “Smile for the camera, sweet girl.” You sniffle and try to wipe your face, but Ari tsks. “Don’t do that, I want you to be as ruined as possible.” 

“Always prettiest that way, huh, omega?” Andy hums. 

You shudder as lips land on your gland, softly tonguing the spot. “Y-Yes, daddy… Alpha, should I—do I pose?” 

You never would’ve thought you’d willingly participate in a sex tape or a series of them. It could be the dizziness in your head that pushes you right into their trap—but that’s what this whole thing was. In the beginning, you were naive enough to wander into their cage of stained glass, marveling at the wonders and affections, while right now, you were stupid enough to stay.   

“Yeah, just smile and spread your legs, wanna see how used your holes are. Ah, look at that—the most perfect cumdump, yeah?” He brings the lens to your ruined cunt and ass, giving each a time to shine as your clit twitches, your puffy folds slick and messy, and your puckered hole dribbles with his cum. Then, he captures your shy smile. “There’s my pet, so beautiful.” 

“Especially as a little bunny,” Curtis adds, fondly touching the ears. 

“Look at you, the star of the show, Arcadia’s girl.” Ari grins sickeningly, “For this segment, you’ll be taking Andy in your mouth, and Steve and Ransom at the same time.” He moves back to your soppy holes, his cum getting a special appearance in this little home video once again.

“Okay, daddy.” Your mind fades in and out as Andy kisses up your chest, tasting your sweat before reaching your gland, his soft lips suckling the skin. You're taken under their control, limp against whoever is holding you up. “I’ll be good…” 

“I’m glad, although, I should probably clarify they’ll both be in the same hole.” 

The camera switches to your face to catch your terrified expression, you try to get up but you’re immediately pinned again, this time, flat on your back as Steve forces your legs open. Stroking his thick length, then slapping the bulbous tip on your puffy button. 

Ari sits next to you, ready to get all the angles. “But don’t worry, we’ll still listen to you because you get to choose the hole.” 

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: and there we go !! I hope you all enjoyed that wild ride. I thought the first orgy i’d write would be with the dilfs in Cruel, but this sunny bunny party has been pure filth. Also, nickname spoiler: this reader is called Pet !!

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! Here's the masterlist for this au: 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐚

I don’t have an update schedule. As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

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[espressokiri]

The Last Push

Kirishima Eijirou x GN!reader

In which reader does the heart eyes Tiktok trend and Kiri loses it.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: This trend is so cute plz I wanna give it a go.

It was no secret that Y/n and Kirishima had been pining for each other, the whole class were aware of the mutual feeling except the two themselves. The duo ignorant of their own approaches and dismissing it as a friendly gesture when in fact there were hidden feelings behind each action.

Mina had decided enough was enough and convinced Y/n to participate in a Tiktok trend that she had seen all over her ‘for you’ page, the eyes illuminating a black and white heart on loop as a familiar song played in the background. 

“Kneel, damn it!”

“This feels wrong on so many levels, Mina please.”

Y/n complied either way, knowing they weren’t getting out of anything Mina had set her mind to, settling down onto their knees as Mina did last minute touch ups on their being.

“I feel this weird sorta power dynamic going on right now with you standing above me like that.”

Denki, who had been in the room with the two, had choked on his beverage and hit his chest rapidly as he coughed. Mina simply sighed, unfazed by the comments Y/n was making as she had grown used to it over the time they had become friends.

“I mean not that I mind because look at you! A whole queen! If anything, you’d be the only one to get me to kneel like this-”

“Are you sure you’re not related to Midoriya?” Denki questioned effectively cutting off their rambling as he got comfortable on the floor, leaning against the bed. “Okay!” Mina clapped her hands as she held the laptop with the heart screen on play, throwing Denki her phone, and watching him stumble with the catch before he situated the camera at the perfect angle towards Y/n.

“Now, I need you to look as lovesick as you can, alright?”

Y/n quirked an eyebrow at that but nodded, glancing sideways at the camera before looking up at the laptop screen Mina was holding. Denki raised the volume level on the phone before pressing play and Y/n relaxed their features before mouthing the words with the most puppy-lovestruck face they could conjure up.

Mina gave a grin of satisfaction at their friend’s acting skills and slammed the laptop shut once the video stopped recording, “you should be in movies! Are you sure you’re not meant for theatre?”

Denki, who had been recording, had his eyes trained on the video as it kept playing on loop. A blush blooming on his features as he cupped a hand to his mouth to partially hide it, this did not go unnoticed by the other two.

“Awe, am I making you blush, Denks?” Y/n cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheek only to get their hand smacked away by the male. “Kiri’s one lucky man.” Denki murmured, Mina giving him a wide eyed look before snatching the phone away a second before Y/n lunged at the blonde, finally figuring out their plan.

Mina immediately saved the video and sent it out to Kirishima before Y/n could rip the phone out of her hold. “You traitors!” Y/n exclaimed as they looked upon their friends with their jaw dropped, mind running with thoughts of what could go wrong. “Listen, the whole of U.A. at this point are aware of this thing you two have for each other. We’re just trying to speed up the process!”

“Hey, he hasn’t seen the video yet, so if you do want to get it deleted off his phone before he does see it, feel free to run to wherever he is right now.” Denki shrugged, a smirk forming as his phone buzzed with multiple unintelligible messages from Kirishima himself. A white lie never hurt anyone.

Y/n pushed themselves up and readied themselves to dash out, “and where would he be?”

“His dorm-”

“Bye!”

Y/n dashed out of their own dorm and opted to take the stairs instead of the elevator as they ran up the one flight of stairs to reach the level Kirishima was in. They banged on his door as they heaved in breaths, hands on their knees, only to straighten up when the door swings open to reveal the red-head himself.

“Y-y/n!” Kirishima took in their dishevelled appearance and recalled the video that Mina had sent him, causing him to gulp and look away as heat creeped up his neck, his face tinged pink.

“Please tell me you haven’t checked your phone yet.” Y/n jittered with anxiety as they constantly wrung out their hands, but already knew the answer with his reaction to them standing before him.

“I-I did.” Kirishima’s hand reached out to rub the back of his neck, bashfully looking down at the ground.

“I’m going to kill those two, I knew something was up the moment Mina dragged Denki into this too!”

Kirishima furrowed his eyebrows at that, “Kaminari was there too?”

“Yeah, he was the one recording! I swear I’ll get him back with something much more embarrassing-”

“If its any consolation... I enjoyed it.”

Y/n stopped their rambling, their brain trying to process what they heard before squeaking. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask you this, but uh, would you like to perhaps be lovers instead?” Kirishima cringed a bit at the usage of the lyrics but melted at the sight of Y/n looking up at him with wide eyes. They slowly nodded before a wide grin took over their features, “yes! Yes!”

A newfound confidence rushed through Y/n as they excitedly hopped and landed a peck on Kirishima’s lips, eyes widening and hands covering their mouth as they realized their actions. Kirishima, who was surprised himself, leaned back in a daze before grinning and pulling Y/n into him with a hand around the back of their neck. A proper kiss taking place as Y/n melted into him with a sigh.

It was everything they thought it would be like.

[bettsfic]

Hi betts! I hope you’re doing alright and that your semester is wrapping up smoothly. I have a question about genre, I guess? I’ll preface this with the fact that I am not a writer or lit person, but just an enthusiastic reader. But as I’ve been on Tumblr and TikTok (in this case BookTok), I’ve noticed that it’s a lot of the same kinds of books that people get obsessed over. Largely, SFF written by women and often in “new adult.” I’m thinking of V. E. Schwab, Leigh Bardugo, etc. I’ve read a number of these books and enjoyed some of them quite a lot, but they’ve never captivated me the way they do some. That’s fine, people have different tastes. But after being served yet another TikTok about this same category of book, I kinda realized that for some reason they just don’t feel that adult to me. Which is weird because they typically deal with very adult themes. Some are super sexual or violent and the like, but the way they’re written doesn’t feel mature to me. Even The Poppy Wars, which is very adult, falls into this category for me (I did enjoy this one, though). I’ve tried to interrogate this for bias, especially since I know a lot of people like them because they are written by women, (mostly) feature more diversity, and have large female audiences. But then I think about which books did feel adult, but fall in similar genres: N. K. Jesimin and Ursula Le Guin come to mind (even her youth fiction feels more adult to me). So I guess I’m curious what you feel makes a writing style more mature versus simply the content? Why is it that SFF, while often depicting adult events, doesn’t come across as mature? I guess my frustration is that it’s one of my favorite genres, but the recommendations I’m getting across many folks just...isn’t the SFF I want. How does one distinguish between these? Idk if I’ve expressed this well and I definitely am not trying to judge people. I’m just looking for a certain atmosphere in my reading that I find rarely.

i’m so excited i have an answer to this. so first i want to say, i experience this also and it’s why i struggle to get through a lot of books. it’s why i love the secret history but couldn’t get twenty pages into if we were villains, even though everyone told me they had a lot in common. even if the description of a book is compelling and the story is very much to my taste, and even if the writing is totally competent, i’ve found that sometimes there’s just something lacking that makes me set a book down and never pick it back up. 

i was thrilled to find there’s term for this: the implied author.

the implied author was coined by wayne c. booth in his book the rhetoric of fiction which, while dense, is a really fantastic read (if you’ve been keeping up with my newsletter you know how feral i am for this book). as a blanket definition, the implied author is the space that exists between the narrator and the writer. when you read something, you can’t make any factual conclusions about the writer (the author is dead and all that), but the narration often tips you off to the idea that the consciousness behind the writing is wiser and knows more than the narrator. 

that’s a very condensed version of booth’s definition, which takes up like 40 pages. here forward are some conclusions i’ve drawn based on it. 

when the space between the narrator and implied author is narrow, some of us as readers tend to get bored pretty quickly. it’s what you’re referring to as maturity. however, when that space is wide, when it’s clear that the implied author is much, much bigger than the narration, that’s when i’m willing to sink my teeth into something. the wider that distance, the more i’m happy to ignore things like syntactical clumsiness or poor grammar. i would follow a good implied author into hell. 

for example, i could write a story from the point of view of a violent abuser. if you were to read it, you wouldn’t be able to say for certain that i, the writer, was not a violent abuser also. but you would be able to tell via the implied author whether or not there is an awareness of the abuse, whether it’s being written with intentionality. not morality, mind you, but artistic purpose. 

the implied author has an idiosyncratic relationship to the reader. sometimes depending on the complexity of the work and the critical reading skills of the reader, the presence of the implied author can be invisible. this is the catalyst, imo, to a significant amount of the present morality discourse. many (if not all) purity officers and antis don’t have the reading skills to be able to see the implied author, or that the moral trespasses that occur in fiction are written intentionally and for a purpose. they believe that anything depicted in fiction is advocating for or promoting that which it’s depicting. 

lolita is kind of the ultimate classic example of the inability of some readers to see the implied author. nabokov even has a fictional preface from the pov of a scholar doing research, flat-out telling us that humbert is a bad guy and Do Not Trust Him. and yet, lolita has been misinterpreted and vilified for decades now.

in that same vein, the implied author is the reason that some stories put a bad taste in our mouths. it’s how we reach the conclusion that a story is racist or sexist or homophobic outside the literal depictions of racism, sexism, and homophobia. how can you witness racism taking place in a story and know that it’s speaking to the experience of racism and not advocating for racism? that’s the presence of the implied author. sometimes, though, you can’t tell. sometimes a writer tries to speak to the experience of something and fails at making clear their own awareness. or sometimes, they’re just not aware at all. 

in fanfiction, the implied author takes place, in part, in the tags. i remember stumbling upon a fic written by a purity officer which depicted an extremely unhealthy, non-negotiated power dynamic. and none of it was tagged. i had no evidence the author was aware that they were even writing something “problematic.” obviously i support their right to depict whatever kind of relationship they want for whatever reason they want, but i did find it a bit off-putting, that this person who was a known harasser in fandom had no seeming understanding that they were writing the very kind of fic they were rallying against.

but, you know, my hands aren’t clean either. until the MFA, i was a very poor reader. for example, in 2010 i read the hunger games for the first time. in 2020 i re-read the series on my kindle, where all my annotations from 2010 had been saved, and so i got to see all my glaring misinterpretations of the text. every time katniss has to get dolled up in the capitol and made beautiful, i left a note like “ugh,” because i thought all depictions of performative femininity were Bad. even though thg is a YA book and i was an honors student in college, i was still unable to see that katniss’s beautifying was commentary on consumerism. i was oblivious to collins’ implied author, the presence in the book that is shaking you by the shoulders and going, THIS IS WHAT’S WRONG WITH SOCIETY. 

but sometimes, like in your case, the opposite situation occurs: you the reader are wider than the implied author, and so some books have little to offer you in terms of depth or insight into the human experience. i don’t mean that to sound pretentious or anything; what i mean is, we all read at different skill levels and for different reasons, and we all get different things out of the stories we read. we’re all at different places in our reading lives, and we all have room to grow.

i hope i explained this clearly enough! hopefully one day i’ll be able to write a formal essay on this, because booth wrote about it in the 60s and a lot has happened in fiction since then. 

[lubdubsworld]

Blackberry Winters.

PART 1 🌸 PART 2

Namjoon Werewolf Au!! 

Pack Head Alpha Namjoon and mate OC!

Arranged marriage sort of?

Pack dynamics / strangers to lovers. 

Part 3

“You did not think to tell him no? To demand that you had every right to stay there?” Her mother in law looked disappointed ,  eyes trained on her as Jiah carefully pulled the blouse of the tunic down over her tummy, frowning when she realized that it didn’t do a thing for her figure.

She felt self conscious, the grey cotton of the tunic making her feel drab and lifeless. Why did she always choose clothes in colors like this? Why did none of them fit her right? Why did she never make an effort to look at least a little good. Her hair was limp, a mousy brown and while it was thick, it had no luster… Why didn’t she use one of the hundred powdered mixtures the village healer liked to give the younger women?

“Jiah, are you listening to me?” Namjoon’s mother said sharply and Jiah jumped a bit, guilty.

“I didn’t want to be a bother..”  She said nervously, not sure how to handle her mother in law. On the one hand she seemed to be understanding of her many hang ups, but she also looked impatient and upset, anytime Jiah failed to stand up for herself.

Lady Kim drew herself up to her impressive height and Jiah cowered. She’d hung around enough pack bonfires to recognize that stance and that gaze. The woman was about to give her a piece of her mind.

Sure enough, her voice thundered when she addressed her.

“If you keep viewing yourself as a bother, I’m not sure how others will begin seeing you as anything else. You’re the head alpha’s mate. Your place is by his side, helping him with the crown on his head. It’s not a choice. Your duties are not mine and I am tired of doing them for you.” She snapped.

It stung. Guilt churned and Jiah could feel the beginnings of one of her episodes. The ones that always left her shaking and breathless. Much to her surprise, Lady Kim’s gaze softened at that and the next second she was being drawn into a warm embrace.

“Good lord child, why are you so terrified? Has my family not been kind enough to take away this stark terror out of your veins?” She sighed deeply. “You must not let your fears dictate your life. I want you to live your life, pleasing the person you’re bound to .”

Jiah felt her shoulders sag. Please the person she was bound to.  Of course. Namjoon. It all came down to the alpha wolf. And how was she supposed to please him, if he couldn’t bear to be in the same room as her?

“Yourself.” Lady Kim’s voice, laced with amusement made her jump.

Jiah frowned, pulling back to look at the older woman in confusion.

“You’re bound only to yourself , Jiah. You need to please yourself. To do and be the person you want to be. And then everything else will fall into place.”

Jiah watched as the woman went back to the door, calling for and directing a few more workers as they finished setting up the outer courtyard of her living quarters. Still a little chilled, she grabbed a thick coat from the small cupboard by the door, draping it over herself and tying it together with the sash. She moved quickly to the door, watching her mother in law talk to the workers, looking them straight in the eye , firm and clear in her instructions.

It was fascinating.

Lady Kim’s stance fairly vibrated with power and her voice brooked no disobedience. People looked at her and listened. They saw someone who knew what she was talking about and many a time, Jiah had felt it herself, the comfort of someone reliable. Someone who wished no ill on anyone.

Namjoon’s mother had lost her husband at a young age. Namjoon had scarcely been a babe of two when it had happened and the entire pack had expected the young wolf to lose his birthright as the heir. It was unheard of for a mate to take over the head alpha’s duties but Lady Kim had risen to the occasion with an elegance that had stunned everyone. The woman had met pack leaders and settled disputes, had negotiated boundary conflicts and made elaborate plans for new buildings , all while carrying around a babe that was still fed at her breast.

What was more, she had defended her position against the men who had wanted to usurp it. Mnhyuk and Jaejoon were two of her husband’s cousins, eager to sink their fangs into the woman to mate her, just to be able to get their hands on the pack. They were terrible men , even worse wolves. Their ideas on how the pack ought to be run dripping with archaic ideals and oppression of women.

But Lady Kim had humiliated them, told the whole pack in no uncertain terms that the next pack alpha would be Kim Namjoon. Her son would be raised to rule the pack with kindness and understanding and she would make sure of it.

The tales were told with hushed tones of disbelief and admiration and Jiah had listened to them with hunger and aching. Had felt such a huge surge of affection for the matron , had wanted to hug her and tell her she had done a great job.

And standing here as her daughter in law, she realized that she would be a fool not to listen to her. Not to learn from her. Especially when it was obvious that in the entire pack, the only one who didn’t seem to hold Kim Namjoon on a pedestal, was ironically his own mother.

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“ They’re going to challenge you again. I can feel it.” Taehyung said gruffly, dropping the bundle of scrolls on the table and Namjoon flinched, head throbbing.

“That bad?” He asked hesitantly and Taehyung nodded.

“They want you to re-negotiate that treaty about courtesans owning property. Think it would make them quit the profession… if you let them own stuff” Seokjin said quietly and Namjoon bristled.

“They are no different from any of us. They work for their pay too. Why shouldn’t they be allowed to do what they wish with money that they’ve earned?” He demanded angrily.

“You’re a good man Namjoon. A fair one. And you’re striving to build a pack that treats all it members as equals . Obviously people who thrive on abusing their power aren’t going to like that. Especially Minhyuk and Jaejoon’s pups. Those two are terrible.”

“You should accept their challenge and just rip their throats out someday.” Taehyung said firmly AND Namjoon gave him a glare.

“I’m not going to shed blood without cause, Taehyung. Don’t suggest that. Even in passing.” He said firmly and the younger beta bowed politely in apology.

“Where is Jiah?” Seokjin asked casually.

Namjoon glanced at him, brows raised.

“Since when are you so familiar with my mate, hyung?”

Seokjin rolled his eyes.

“She used to come sit with me, when I watched over the herds on the outer pastures. Sweet little thing really. Very funny too.”

That made Namjoon pause.

“Funny?” He asked, completely confused.

“Witty. She would make these clever little riddles and jokes that would always leave me in stitches. We made a game of it. I would give her one of my funny jokes and she would give me a riddle. Is she feeling better now?”

Namjoon who was still kind of struck dumb by the idea of his cowering, reticent mate doing something as…. Normal and friendly as laughing and being witty….. could only stare at Seokjin in confusion.

“I…. Yes. She’s well. We’re expecting a pup.” He said softly.

Both Taehyung and Seokjin went still.

“What?!!! Why didn’t you say that first?!!” Taehyung exclaimed, offended.

“It’s not that important…” Namjoon waved it off, reaching for the scrolls , “ what about the treaties, then? You did tell Jungkook we aren’t changing anything right?”  

Seokjin scoffed.

“ Only you would say that these treaties are more important than your own pup.” He snapped.

Namjoon sighed a bit at that.

“I don’t mean that. I’m just saying, what she needs now is to rest and take care of herself and the baby. I’m not what she needs . I’ve arranged for her to stay in some private quarters with the other women.”

Seokjin sighed deeply. After years of being one of Namjoon’s trusted friends, he could feel his heart ache for the younger and all that he hid from the people around him. He reached out and gently placed a palm on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“ Namjoon, you don’t have to do all of this by yourself. Tae and I , we can take over duties a couple of days a week… You can relax… Maybe spend some time with your new wife….”

“She hates me.” Namjoon said softly. “ I spent a whole month trying to talk to her, all she did was tremble and shake. Even when we…” Namjoon exhaled sharply, “ Even in bed , she made me feel like I was some kind of…. Predator.”

Taehyung bit his lips, looking worried.

“You’re not… You’re not going to break the bond are you?” He asked nervously.

Namjoon sighed.

“I’m not. I may have considered it, before . But now… She’s with pup. I can’t do that to her. I don’t want to either.”

“Why did you pick her?”

Namjoon stayed quiet.

“Because you wanted a wife who wouldn’t ask or demand or complain.” Taehyung said distastefully.

“That’s not… You make it sound so terrible. I’m supposed to be taking over pack duties, supposed to renegotiate every single treaty we’ve drawn in the past twenty years, not to mention get the entire pack ready for the winter…. Of course I wanted a wife who would adjust. Have you seen the omegas in our clan? The ones I could court ? They want to leave on trips… They want to visit the neighbouring packs…. They want me to arrange festivities and feasts for every damn thing…. You think I can marry someone like that??” Namjoon snapped angrily. “none of them understand a damn thing about helping me out. They’re shallow and vain. Jiah… I chose her because she didn’t seem like one of them. She seemed like she could understand what it means to be my wife. But I was wrong. I thought she understood my responsibilities and was giving me my space…. Turns out she just thinks I’m some kind of monster she needs to run and hide from.”

Seokjin reached out, patting his back soothingly.

“Namjoon I understand… It’s been hard on you, and you’ve been doing all of it by yourself. Its bound to take a toll. And that’s why I think you should take a few days off, a week. Give us all the instructions. We’ll carry it all out. You can relax.”

“That’s exactly what my uncles want. For me to slack off. They’ll summon the council and want to challenge me again. I can’t afford it. “ Namjoon shook his head.” Not until the babe is born and my position as pack alpha is solidified. I can’t let them use this against me.”

Seokjin and Taehyung exchanged looks.

“Joon-ah….”

Namjoon gave both of them a tired smile.

“I’ll be fine hyung. It’s going to be okay.”  He said reassuringly. “ The council’s meeting tomorrow right? I’ll try to go over these tonight.”

“Its already past sundown.” Taehyung said worriedly.

“Then I better ask the maids to keep enough oil for the lamp to last.”

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“What are you doing here?” Namjoon blinked, staring at her like she was out of her mind and Jiah flinched. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. But the sight of him made something curl in the pit of her stomach. He looked exhausted. Like he had been up all night. She wondered if perhaps she ought to retreat. Go back to the private quarters he’d arranged for her.

No. No , you will not chicken out of this.

“ You have a council meeting, this evening. Could I come with you?.” She said softly, watching his face carefully. She tried to read his emotions, tried to look for traces of irritation or anger but all she found was a sort of hopeless resignment. Like he had stopped trying to fight whatever was bringing him down.

“Come with me….?? ” Namjoon stared at her like he wasn’t quite sure what she was talking about.

She inhaled sharply.

“Your mother told me I could go. As your mate, I’m allowed to sit in on council meetings. She told me it’s a new provision. That you were the one who had it written in. So perhaps, you should… let me come with you.”

“My mother-“ He paused, sighing. “ You don’t have to do everything my mother asks you to.”

She blinked, the words throwing her off. The truth was, she had been the one, tailing the older woman all day, trying to see what she did and how she did it. Lady Kim had merely offered to help her do her duties. She had mentioned in passing, that for centuries , mates hadn’t been granted many rights of their own. Namjoon had spent the past couple of years making a lot of amendments to pack laws and the council hadn’t taken to kindly to all of them.

“ Of course. I just thought that, as I am your mate , perhaps I should accompany you. ” It was a miracle, the way her voice came out, steady . Not at all betraying the nervousness coursing through her veins.

“Jiah…. I’m not sure.” His voice dripped with hesitation and she flinched. Oh, well, no one could blame her for not trying.

“If you don’t want me there, that’s fine.” She said quickly.” I’ll go…”

She turned around, feeling her face burn red as she quickly descended the stairs to the courtyard.

“Jiah wait!!” His voice made her still.

She turned around swiftly.

“I didn’t mean to imply that I did not want you there. I just….Council meetings aren’t short. They tend to go on for hours. Will you be alright?” He asked gently, gaze dropping surreptitiously to her middle.  

It took her a minute to understand what he was even talking about.

“I… Oh.” She quickly pressed her palms to her stomach, confused. “ I mean… I may have to be excused a couple of times to relieve myself. I’ve been doing that way more often than usual.” She laughed.

Namjoon’s lips quirked in a hint of a smile and she flushed. Surely, her stern mate didn’t want to hear about her body functions? What was she even doing…

“But, yes. I wouldn’t mind sitting with you. Truly.” She said quickly.

Namjoon nodded.

“Well, then. You can come with me. It’s an hour before sundown… I’ll come fetch you myself.”

“Yes , alpha.” She said brightly, curtsying lightly and immediately feeling like a fool.

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“They’re called red feathers …” The healer, a middle aged woman called Selma,  opened a small earthenware jar to show her the contents. Jiah peered into the jar, catching sight of a bundle of dried flowers and roots.

“These can help me…?” She asked dubiously and Selma gave a quiet chuckle.

“They help you sleep better and also help you relax. They’re good for you. You won’t feel this anxious if you take them regularly.” She said calmly.

“Oh… alright.” Jiah nodded, glancing carefully at her mother in law who was standing elsewhere, looking through an assortment of salves and tinctures. “ Can I…. is this safe for Namjoon?”

Lady Kim stilled, turning around to glance at her sharply and Jiah stiffened. God, her impulsive mouth. She wasn’t even sure why she said it. Just the whole , helps sleep better , had immediately reminded her of how tired Namjoon had looked.

“I’ve already tried to get him to drink some of it. He refuses.” Lady Kim said tiredly. “ He feels that it may affect his mental faculties”

“Auntie Selma?” A high, soft voice rang through the hut and Jiah glanced up. She went still, catching sight of Jisoo, dressed in red velvet and all of her ornate jewelry.

“Ah… Jisoo…you’re back.” Selma said cheerfully. “ How can I help you child?”

Jisoo stared at her, eyes steady and unreadable.

“I need some wild carrot seeds and ginger roots.” She said softly and Lady Kim scoffed.

“I hope the man you’re taking into your bed is not who I think it is , Jisoo.” She growled. The younger woman merely bowed.

“I’m but a courtesan, my lady. I go where I am asked to.” She said softly.

Lady Kim sighed.

“Then perhaps you should go back home. Now.” She said sharply and jisoo flushed and ugly red.

“Your son wants me to visit him for tea , this evening. I was hoping to meet my lovely lady there…but I hear you no longer stay in his hut.” Jisoo turned to her, tone dripping with acid and Jiah swallowed nervously.

“I… I’m…” She couldn’t quite talk, much less think of something to say.

“Because she is with child.” Lady Kim said sharply, a hint of triumph in her tone. “ Namjoon’s child.”

Jisoo had gone paper white, her face pale and bloodless.

“What?” She whispered.

“It’s true. She carries my son’s heir. You know what that means, Jisoo. It means they are bound, for life. I like you. I respect your courage and admire your talents. You are beautiful and you deserve a mate of your own. Do not pursue my son.” Lady Kim said firmly.

Jisoo didn’t respond for a few seconds.  

And then she bowed again .

“Like I said, my lady. I only go where I am called.” She said quietly.

She turned on her heels, stalking away and Jiah could only stare after her, heart pounding a bit at what had just happened. She wasn’t sure why she felt so much disquiet. She’d never had high hopes of fidelity from Namjoon. The entire village knew that Jisoo had been his paramour. But now that she had seen how dismissive the younger girl was of her, she felt the unaccountable urge to fight back. To stake her claim.

“You look pretty upset. Don’t let her bother you. Namjoon will not break his vows.” Lady Kim said quietly and Jiah gave her a soft smile, although her heart still raced. She remembered how pretty the girl had looked in all her brocades and velvets. She stared down at her own murky yellow dress. She couldn’t go to the council meeting, dressed worse than a courtesan. Couldn’t embarrass Namjoon like that.

“ My Lady….” She turned to her mother in law. The older woman hummed, returning to examining the shelves.

“What is it, child?”

“Can we stop at the seamstress’ hut on our way back?”

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Whatever Namjoon had been expecting, as he knocked on his wife’s private quarters, it hadn’t been this.

He stared , or to be more accurate, gaped at his wife, completely thrown by her appearance.

She looked…. Cheerful.

That was the only word he could think of, taking in the warm yellow and green fabric of her gown, all with an abundance of ribbons and lace. She had also clearly made some effort to tame her hair.

Not a very successfully attempt, considering the dozen strands sticking out of her bun and curling over her bare neck and shoulders …..but an attempt nonetheless.

Which reminded him.

Why was her neck bare?

“I…. have you forgotten… part of your dress…?” He asked awkwardly, gaze trained on the pale, blemish less expanse of skin in front of him. Too much of it was on display he felt.

“Oh?” Jiah twirled about for a second, glancing at herself. “ Not at all, my alpha. This is how it is.”

Namjoon blinked.

“Right… the night is getting colder. Perhaps a shawl?” He suggested tactfully.

Jiah frowned, sticking a hand out of the door as though to the gauge the night air.

“Really? Feels quite warm to me.” She said thoughtfully.  

“It may be cold for the baby.” He said quickly and that made her pause. She glanced back down at her tummy and he wondered what she expected to see, every time she did that.

“Perhaps you’re right alpha….let me be back.” She floated back into the hut and he sighed in relief when she reappeared with a white fleece shawl over her shoulders.

“Shall we go ?” She asked quietly and he hesitated before slowly offering her his arm. She gripped it lightly, and they began the short walk to the main village square where the council usually convened.

“You… You’re better adjusted to this place now?” He asked carefully, trying to find the girl he had taken to his bed. The terrified, nervous , trembling young girl.

Jiah didn’t respond at once.

“I… I’ve been drinking some of Selma’s potions. They help.” She said quietly and he frowned.

“Potions? Potions for what?”

“They help with my nerves. I get scared easily…imagine things ….” She trailed off nervously.” I’m very anxious by nature and it gets worse in a new place. With new people.”

Namjoon considered that carefully. That made sense. Perhaps, that was why she had been so odd.

“The potions help?” He asked carefully and she nodded.

“Yes…that and your mother.”

“My mother?”

“She’s very kind to me.”

Namjoon laughed a bit at that. In all the years he has had people talking to him about his mother, the word ‘kind ‘ had never come up.

“ I’m being honest….she has helped me adapt to this place. To see how things are run. I… I don’t want to be a bother. I want to pull my weight. In the pack. To help in any way I can…”

Namjoon felt a sudden unaccountable fondness bloom in his chest at the innocent words.

“ That’s very virtuous of you.” He said seriously and she flushed.

They didn’t say anything else, continuing the rest of the path in companionable silence Namjoon spotted the seven council members gathered around a blazing fire and lightly stepped closer to her.

“You can stay close to me. You don’t have to answer them.  If they try to draw you into any controversial topic, just ignore them. I’ll handle it.” He said quickly.

Jiah gave him a wide eyed, nervous look but nodded quickly, fingers moving from his forearm to his palm , linking with his own and gripping tight.

“I’m here. You’re not alone.” She said quickly and it was ridiculous, how the words actually helped him relax just a little.

Taking a deep breath, he led her on to the meeting.

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Author’s Note : i thinks its about time i accepted that this is a full blown fic and not just a drabble. fuck my life. 

Note : Red feathers are actually herbal medicines used as anti depressants. So this is just werewolf au equivalent of therapy. 

[dannyphantom-justiceleauge]

This may be a minor gripe but something that has kind of bothered me about discussions and depictions of Dan is how often people seem to forget that Dan isn't just an older evil Danny, he's a combination of Danny and Vlad's ghost sides. Like people always talk about him like Danny threw away his humanity and turned evil but that's not even true. Sure, we can say that Dan is the result of Danny's action but that's a little unfair. (1/2)

(2/2) Him cheating on a test, coincidentally putting his loved one's in a position where they could be killed, is absolutely not his fault. Letting Vlad take away his ghost powers with a strange contraption might not have been the smartest move, but we are talking about a grieving CHILD here, of course he isn't going to make the best decisions. If anything Vlad's the one to blame here, and even then, it's not like he could predict what happened

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you aren't wrong, my friend. it really isn't entirely danny's fault and the whole 'if you cheat on a test, you'll loose everything you love' moral is confused at best. i think as fandom we find it more interesting to look at danny's potential evil and moral struggle with himself. so simplifying it to be dan is a worse case scenario of danny makes the conflict less abstract.

particularly because when it comes to self blame danny isn't going to go easy on himself just because it was excusable mistakes.

i think another talking point should be how danny is the target of the time assassination more than vlad is, even though vlad is part of the evil whole. you could argue that danny is the catalyst of his friends death and vlad inventing the claw things. but vlad invented the claw things. maybe because his human side survived and acted relatively harmless from then on? or maybe it's because the observants based on the available evidence recognized danny as more of a threat. i think that fits actually, for all vlad tried to be an evil mastermind, his achievements outside of terrorizing a teenager and theft isn't particularly impressive. danny was the one who got shit done. all his fights he finished one way or another and i could see how that would bleed into dan defeating everyone.

the real question is how to we fix this. ideally we could shape this idea so it's less confused, though i do honestly find the dynamic of half danny, half vlad interesting. if for not other reason. than two half ghosts make a whole. actually that's something else to be said about dan. his self-loathing is what led him to killing his human half, another negative aspect coming from danny.

i wonder if we could frame it like fusion, from su. obviously dan isn't stable or healthy, or based on love. he's most comparable to malichite. but with less internal debate. dan took the best and worst of both of them. danny's determination, danny's fighting ability, danny's anger, danny's sarcasm, vlad's anger, vlads lack of morals, vlads schemes, vlad's control. heck, vlads desire to rule the world. i don't think we ever got that from danny.

maybe if vlad was more involved in the fight with dan it could have been used as an opportunity to compare and contrast their characters. to go we're not so different you and i. danny gets to recognize that he has that dark potential. vlad gets to be humbled by the fact that what he wants isn't good for anyone, especially himself. and to be fair, we do see some of that humbling with future vlad, but none of that character growth is given to present vlad, so, really it's just another vehicle for danny angst. it also depends on what you want to do with vlad though. he's a fascinating character and could be given redemption under the right circumstances or be a character who has the opportunity for redemption but chooses not to be redeemed every time.

that fits him and makes him both a more pathetic and despicable villain. it's hard to pity someone who ignores the opportunities to heal and grow.

as for danny, he becomes far more aware of the consequences his actions, especially his selfish and cruel ones can have. because that potential was always there. he has a history of abusing his powers. perhaps for this specific incident him abusing his powers can be something less understandable than almost cheating on a test that he couldn't study for through no fault of his own. (maybe i just have flexible morals?). maybe it could be something more character relevant, like he did something particularly vlad like, maybe he set up a prank at the nasty burger to get dash but it set off the explosion that killed his family. or maybe he did something particularly cruel and manipulative. there are better catalysts than a test. either way he recognized that he should never go that far again and strive to avoid being actively cruel.

he also has the opportunity to recognize that vlad does have a human half, even the one he's fighting everyday. he can face some conflict in it's not entirely clear what trait belongs to vlad and what trait belongs to him. he can empathize with vlad and he can recognize that situations aren't always in black in white. those who fly the highest, fall the hardest, after all.

it can be a growing experience. and while making it solely a danny goes bad and learns not to do evil kind of story. maybe we could cut vlad from the equation and just have danny face himself, full evil refection. i think exploring both vlad and danny through this fusion is far more interesting. especially because we can build on what's revealed about vlad in these episodes, in later ones. danny sees a future where vlad chills and that maybe his vlad could get their. later he see vlads past and what he lost to become who he is.

and then there's vlads turning point episodes. i don't know when motherly instinct took place but maddie fully recognizing he's a bastard and rejection him, was a turning point for his sanity, and danny helped it along. then we have danny rejecting him repeatedly, then we the clone episode, which we can all agree was a desperate move on his part, that danny once again thwarted. and we can all agree that this was the cannon turning point for his character where he stopped fighting for a family and started trying to be danny's villain. in that episode, i think danny could potentially pity vlad enough to try and reach out. he's not going to justify what vlad did and he's not going to apologize for stopping him. he went too far. he hurt danny and dani, he crossed a moral line that can't be justified even with his desperation. but if he changes...

he lost this time but if he changes, maybe they'll reach the point where they're ready to accept him.

i think the same thing could be said about his relationship with jack and maddie. if he changes, if he reaches out. if acts like less of a crazy fruitloop, his friends would be there for him. jack is still trying to be there for him, even if he's being oblivious about vlad's faults. vlads the one driving wedges into his relationships and pushing everyone away.

and that's so freaking human and understandable.it would be such a cool thing to explore with his character.

i could also see a potential arc where after valerie finds out vlad and masters are the same person she tries to get close to him, both to sus out how evil he is and to understand him as a halfa. afterall danny got her to acknowledge dani as human enough, the same would apply to vlad/plasmius, right? only he's a bad person and the more she uncovers about vlad masters the man, the more she realizes it's not the ghost half that's evil. but this is a double edged sword because, vlad is getting attached to her and encouraging her to be more evil. he's encouraging her to go darker and darker in her fight against ghosts and her fight specifically against phantom. to the point where she finally draws the line and says, i'm not doing that! boom exploring the moral ambiguity of her character and getting her to take a hard stance on her morals, because there's a line too far for her.

and boom a further breakdown of vlads character because he finally had someone outside the fentons to redeem him. she could have helped pull him out of the hole he'd been digging himself into. she wanted to help him. he got attached to her, but he and his bad decisions decided to dig himself deeper instead. so once again he's 'abandoned and betrayed'.

from that point, i think it'd be time for him to finally face jack head on. not through manipulative schemes. not through veiled threats and insults. but the full confrontation of 'i always hated you. you ruined my life. you're the reason i lost everything'. which is really just his own self loathing speaking. and jack... empathetic jack can see that vlad desperately wants help. and jack would offer it to him. jack would try to hug it out and apologize and give vlad the love and friendship vlad's been fighting to steal this whole time.

and vlad would reject it.

he'd probably lash out a jack and go into a full breakdown/world destroying attack. could finally put the stolen crown to use and try declaring himself king and embracing his megalomaniac thing and actually be a threat this time. and THAT would be our series finally. everyone teaming up to fight 'king vlad'. danny probably finding out that he's technically king because he beat pariah dark but the matter being a bit confused because he had help. val and danny trying to find the ring of rage or at least find someone who can make one. secrets are out. i imagine vlad, upon revealing himself to jack would out danny to make danny as sad and alone as him. except nope, his family still loves him and val has had the character development to come around to him. (she's still gonna punch danny for lying for so long.) the ghosts will come and help because no one wants another tyrannical kind and vlads obviously off his rocker.

ah, the could have beens

anyway, i didn't mean for this to become a full vlad character analysis and rewrite when we were supposed to be talking about dan, but hey, i'm a simple creature. i like good writing, and i have to rewrite things myself, so be it. - Hestia

[wannabe-fic-writer]

Kara Danvers x Reader : Behave

Summary: Only good girls get rewarded. 

Genre: 18+ Smut Includes(d/s dynamic, choking, edging, spanking, bondage, temperature play, overstimulation)

Request: Yes / No

Word Count: 3,104

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Blazing blue eyes watch you from across the apartment. A deep dent rests between light brown eyebrows as pink lips press together.

This is the third time you’ve bent over to show your ass to Winn and James and there’s no way they weren’t looking with the way you’re dressed tonight. That plus your shameless flirting with Lena.

Kara trusts that none of them will do anything but that is far beyond the point. 

When you raise up you make direct eye contact with your girlfriend and she catches the glint in your eyes. She’s seen it a million times and knows exactly what it means, that doesn’t change a thing for her. 

The second you step away from your shared group of friends into J’onn’s dining room, she’s grabbing your hand and pinning you to the wall around the corner. Her thumb and fingers press into either sides of your neck, the palm of her hand against your throat. When you swallow you can feel the slight pressure of her palm.

“You are testing my patience little one.” She speaks in a lustfully menacing tone that sends a shiver down your back straight to your core.

The way you raise your head and look down at the blonde could be taken as a challenge from anybody else but Kara knows it’s your way of exposing yourself to her, in the only way you can at the moment. More of your neck is laid bare before her eyes, a just barely noticeable vein there that Kara stares at, she could just lean forward and leave a perfect mark right there. You’d walk away from here with everyone knowing you’re hers.

“I’m sorry, did I do something wrong?” You feign innocence. 

With the way she narrows her eyes you just barely fear that she’s going to hit you with her laser eyes. 

Her jaw clenches and you swear you can hear it click.“ You do a lot of cute things, but playing dumb isn’t one of them.” Kara keeps her voice low which just adds to the faint throb between your legs that you’ve been feeling since you saw her putting on your favorite strap earlier.“ If you behave for the rest of the night, you can get the reward I had planned for you after your punishment.” 

Knowing that your girlfriend will hold true to her words you nod. And you do in fact behave for the remainder of the night. 

You’d gotten the exact reaction you wanted from her so you have no reason to dig a deeper hole, even though there are times where you like to push the limits. 

By the time everyone is heading out, your anticipation has reached its peak. You can barely keep your expression neutral as you hug J’onn goodnight and walk out with Kara. The blonde wastes no time securing you in her arms and shooting across the sky to her apartment. 

In a matter of seconds, she’s setting you down in the living room, her hands gripping your hips,“ go strip and wait for me.” The swat on your ass is hardly enough to even warm you up for what’s to come but it does make you jump a little.

“Yes ma’am,” you say teasingly, making sure to look back at her when you pull your bottom lip between your teeth.

Inside the bedroom you make quick work of shedding all your clothes off, neatly folding them and setting them on the dresser, before placing yourself on the edge of the bed. 

There isn’t a single noise that gives way to what she could be doing and it slightly worries you. However you trust Kara. This is far from the first time something like this has happened so you know she won’t hurt you or do anything you’re uncomfortable with.

When she finally steps into the room she comes to stand in front of you. With a teasing slowness, she removes each article of clothing without taking her eyes off of you at all. You swallow at the sight of her completely bare in front of you.

The number of nights you’d gotten off on just the sight of her and your own touch plays in the back of your head, only fueling the flames that are growing inside of you.

Reaching out, Kara curls a finger under your chin,“ what’s our word little one?”

“Jumanji.” 

Despite the intensity of the situation, a smile cracks on both of your faces. Your safe word never fails to amuse you both. It was oddly fitting when you’d chosen it, both of you being movie buffs, also what better phrase to use to stop something you can’t handle or don’t want happening. 

The smile wipes from her face quickly.“ Good girl,” she stands up straight,“ lay back and put your hands over your head.”

You do as she says, scooting up the bed and crossing your arms at the wrists above your head. Patience chips away as you wait for her but you remain silent, there’s no need to worsen your punishment. What it’ll be tonight you don’t know but Kara never disappoints.

Your beautiful girlfriend returns from her trip to the closet with an all too familiar cloth in her hand. Made from the same fabric that her cape is, makes this particular cloth perfect for the current situation. Bullets couldn’t pierce her cape so you both know there’s no way you’re getting out of it when it’s tied perfectly around your wrists.

Ever loving, Kara tugs on the perfect bow and glances down at you,“ too tight?” You shake your head in response. 

It truly is a sight to see the woman throw her legs over your body, sitting her ass back on your thighs as she runs her hands up your sides.“ I’m proud of you for behaving,” she speaks softly,“ but I can’t disregard how you acted at the beginning of the night little one.”

She doesn’t miss the way your breath seems to hitch when her fingers brush under your breasts.“ You gonna be a good girl for the rest of the night?”

“Yes.”

“I know.” Dragging her nails down your side ever so slightly, she raises up enough to spin you around. 

Her chosen punishment is a spanking, made incredibly clear when her hand lands on your ass, much harder than it had earlier. The shock of the first hit always sends you pressing into the bed, a near silent hiss slipping through your teeth. 

Each hit gets progressively harder and makes you all the more aroused. The magic number is twenty but you can feel the slick coating your thighs at ten. 

“Oh you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” She pauses,“ you love when I mark this little ass up don’t you?” The next smack tells you she expects a reply. 

A sigh of yes falls from your lips, the struggle of not squeezing your thighs together growing by the second. 

She tsks,“ but this is supposed to be a punishment baby.” Before you can even reply she spanks you harder than she has all night. A mix between a cry and a moan leaving your lips.

The light throb on your backside is welcomed as it accompanies a wave of arousal. 

But you know, as pleasuring as you find this, it won’t be enough to douse the fire in your belly. 

When she delivers the final smack you swear you can feel it all over. It’s possible she put a little more power behind that one, enough so that you never forget but not enough to truly hurt you. Letting you calm down, she straddles your back, hands slipping around to your front. The instant her fingers pinch your nipples you know the break is over. It never lasts long. 

Just as she had before, she turns you over. You can now feel her core against your abdomen. Her slightest movement spreads her slick across your stomach along with a light brush from the harness of the strap. The thought alone of her being so turned on is enough to make you moan, the sound starting deep in your throat.

Soft fingers brush your now pert nipples, one of the appendages replaced by the warmth of her mouth. Her tongue swirls around your nipple, teeth gently biting into it, tugging up to leave a tingling sensation.

You swear you were about to say something, possibly ask that she speed up just a little, but the words are snatched from you mouth and brain at the suddenly cold feeling on your had been warm breasts. 

A glance down shows her mouth still wrapped around you which draws the conclusion that she most certainly just used her ice breath on you. 

It’s an odd sensation at first, completely out of left field, but she repeats it. The cold goes away, she warms you up, and the cold comes back. You can feel the goosebumps rising across your skin as you arch up into her.

Kara places one featherlight kiss on your abused nipple before moving to the other. More than anything you wish to thread your fingers into those golden curls and the inability to do so frustrates you.

Growling lowly makes blue eyes flick up to you, a brow quirking in curiosity.

She pulls her mouth from you with a quiet pop,“ getting impatient are we?” Puckering her lips, she blows down on your breast, cold air bursting over your nipple. 

“Please let me touch you.” You beg, for the first time tonight.

Her head tilts, fingers running down your jaw,“ you think you deserve to touch me little one?” You nod frantically. You need to touch her. For a split second she looks like she’ll let you, only to shake her head,“ not yet.” 

With still cold lips, she kisses your neck. Your heated skin clashes with the temperature of her lips and your toes curl with yet another shiver. 

“Kara…” you groan when those kisses press to your hip bones and pelvis. Just a few inches south and she’ll be exactly where you need her to be, where you crave her touch.

Instead of her mouth though, you feel the digits of her fingers run through your folds.“ Oh you’re absolutely soaked baby.” She whispers against your pelvis, breath no longer cold. 

Collecting your juices on her fingers, she trails them up your folds to your clit, light circles drawing around the bundle of nerves. Your hands clench into fists above your head, hips pushing up in search of more friction. If you weren’t experiencing such pleasure you’d frown at how easily she allows you to get it. 

Her fingers press tighter circles into you, loving the occasional throb she feels, before she moves them back down to your entrance. With ease she slips both digits inside of you, dragging them across your walls and expertly curling against that perfect little spot in you. 

You say her name like it’s a prayer and her need to keep hearing it drives her to finally wrap her lips around your clit. However you aren’t expecting her mouth to be cold again. 

“Oh fuck,” you sigh, body unsure whether to run from the sensation or embrace it. Your back arches into the bed, running from it, while your hips jolt up in search of more. 

She swirls her tongue and curls her fingers like she was put on this earth for the sole purpose of pleasing you. Your moans bounce off the walls and Kara knows her neighbors can hear but she doesn’t care one bit, not when silencing you means stopping. You taste like honey and Kara laps at everything you have to offer like it’ll save her.

The coil in your belly wounds tighter and tighter. Kara can feel how close you are, your walls fluttering around her fingers, clit throbbing more with each lick. Just when she feels you about to let go she pulls away. 

“Kara!” You whine, body slumping into the bed dejectedly as frustration runs over you. 

“It’s only what you deserve little one.” A teasing smirk forms on her lips as she bathes in how needy you are for her. She’d love to say this is only part of your punishment but she’d have done it anyway. It’ll be worth it in the end and she knows that, almost better than you do. 

Pushing your legs even further apart, she kneels between them, blue eyes taking in the mess you made of the sheets. Gods if she didn’t already have plans she’d eat you like you were her last meal, cause there’s nothing better than you coming on her tongue. 

“Kara,” the softness of your voice draws her eyes up. Her eyes widen a little at the look in yours, she isn’t sure she’s ever seen it.“ Please fuck me.” You beg for it so sweetly that she couldn’t say no even if she wanted to. Those eyes reveal your need for it even more than mess between your legs does.

Moving up to hover over you, she raises a hand to cup your cheek, and pull you into a kiss. Your lips mold together perfectly. The taste of yourself on her tongue as she slips it into your mouth elicits another moan and your, now free, hands rests on her back, nails lightly scratching the skin there.

The hand on your cheek slips down your body, smoothing over your breast and ribs and then away. Tracing the tip of the dildo through your folds, deliberately running it against your clit, she covers it in your slick, before thrusting into you. 

She gives you a second, a literal second, to adjust before taking you with a brutal speed. The nails on her back dig in harder, nowhere near breaking skin. Your legs wrap around her hips, bringing her closer to you. 

Every moan and gasp that slips from your lips travels straight to her ear and only fuels her ministrations. But she can’t help but feel like it’s not enough. Her head leans down to bury her face into your neck, seconds later she bites and sucks marks into your skin. 

You could feel that flame that had been inside of you, licking every inch of your skin. The toy drags across your walls perfectly and every angled thrust causes it to hit your gspot. 

If she weren’t a kryptonian you’d swear that her superpower was fucking you so perfectly. 

Feeling you close again, Kara snakes a hand between the two of you, fingers wrapping around your throat. She just leaves it there for a moment, the anticipation enough to build you to that perfect point. Just when you arrive, she applies the slightest bit of pressure to the sides of your neck. 

A whimper falls from your lips, so pathetic that if it weren’t Kara causing it embarrassment would’ve killed you. Your eyes screw shut, lip getting trapped between your teeth. With how hard you’re biting it she knows you're fighting hard not to come without permission and you’d already received your punishment. 

“Come for me little one.” She whispers against the shell of your ear. 

Your legs tighten even harder around her and she slows her thrusts. She feels the pressure of your nails on her back increase and it drives her mad. There will never be a sight more beautiful than watching you come undone. 

Her hand unwraps from your throat and you breathe easier, chest heaving from your orgasm and lack of air. 

When she sits back on her calves, still softly rocking into you, the purpose for her trip to the bathroom is revealed. Two vibes seemingly appear in her hand out of thin air. She clicks one on, slipping it behind the harness to no doubt rest against her clit based on the moan she releases, and the other, she sends it to its highest setting and presses it to your swelling clit. 

The instant vibrations makes you throw your head back into the pillows, fingers now clenching the bed sheets as your back arches. 

Just when you thought it couldn’t get any more intense, she sets an even more brutal pace than before. Her hips slam into you at an ungodly speed, going deeper than she had before. 

You know the vibe plus her thrusts are going to send you over the edge long before she does and she’s hoping for it. 

Pressing the vibe even closer to your clit pushes you over. It seems as though your body adopts the vibration of the little toy. Your thighs quiver as you come but she doesn’t stop. 

With the next one, you feel as your juices nearly explode from you, soaking Kara and the bedsheets. A loud cry leaves your lips as your fingers wrap around the wrist of Kara’s hand holding the vibe. 

“Please, I can’t-” breathless words spill from your lips and Kara clicks the vibe off, stilling her hips and removing the vibe away from her own swollen bud. 

Blue eyes search your form as you breathe laboriously. Her hands rest at your hips, gently rubbing from them up to your sides in a soothing manner. 

It takes a long minute for you to finally breathe evenly, your chest now rising and falling in a less concerning way. 

Kara slips the dildo from you, your pussy clenching around nothing at the now empty feeling. She leans down to kiss your thigh,“ you did so well little one,” her lips ghost over your skin,“ look how much you came for me?” Sitting back, she allows you to look down at the large damp spot on the sheets, you felt it on your thighs, but seeing it on hers and the sheets makes you realize just how hard you truly came. 

“Well fuck,” you mumble, head falling back against the pillows,“ this is my favorite set.” Both of you chuckle at the little joke.

Having tossed the toys aside, your girlfriend moves to rest beside you, her elbow allowing her to prop her head on her hand.“ Are you okay?” She asks softly, combing her fingers through your unruly mane. 

You nod, kissing the palm of her hand when it lays against your cheek to back up your words. 

“Okay,” her thumb strokes your cheek,“ I’ll run a bath.”

She rolls out of bed and your head lolls to the other side to watch her naked form head to the bathroom.“ If this is what I get for misbehaving,” your words make her stop at the door, gaze catching yours over her shoulder,“ I might have to do it more often.”

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Taglist: @owloftheshadows @zhellas 

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Short! S/O

Request: Can I ask for some rottmnt x short/small reader

Pairing:  Raphael/Reader (Established), Leonardo/Reader (Established), Donatello/Reader (Established), Michelangelo/Reader (Established) (ALL SEPARATE - NONPOLY)

Content Warnings: None! 

Word Count: 1200 

[A/N: Whoa.... two fics in a row where I landed on a perfect wordcount.... I feel blessed.]

Raphael

Tall and small… the optimal dynamic…

He’s one of the few who won’t hold your height above your head. (Pun intended.) He honestly just sees you as you, you know? He’s always been considered tall, so your height isn’t that crazy to him. He’s not necessarily the type to freak out about it in regards to self defense, either. You’re a total badass: you can handle yourself! He’s always the first to step in when someone tries to start something, though. That’s just who he is, though: he’d still do it if you were 10 feet tall. 

He always tries to put things where you can reach them, but sometimes you need something up a little higher. And oh god, he’d be lying if he said his heart doesn’t melt when you ask him to grab you something off the top shelf. 

Piggyback rides galore!! He also likes to carry you like royalty, and he’s always surprised by just how little you weigh. He thinks it’s cute. 

(He’s awesome to go to concerts with!! You can sit on his shoulders to get a better view, and he holds you so steady. He’s also built af so nobody’s gonna be able to knock y’all over <3) 

It’s so nice to lay down and cuddle with him!! He envelops your smaller frame almost entirely, and you feel so safe in his arms. You could lay like this forever, you think. 

He’ll always bend down for kisses without question, but god, please pull him down by the strings of his hoodie someday. He gets this really cute and dorky laugh as the blood rises to his cheeks, and he can’t help but kiss you again afterwards. 

Leonardo

He’s so cocky about being taller than you, it’s unreal. He can’t help it! You’re just so tiny and cute and-

Attack him like a feral dog to put him in his place <3 (/j)

He’s not really worried about your ability to defend yourself: You’re plenty capable, and you’ve picked up your fair share of self-defense moves. Height isn’t an indicator of strength, by any means. 

Loves grabbing things off the top shelf for you!! He gets this dorky little smile on his face when you ask, and for a moment, he’s silent. He laughs a little, ever so softly, but not in a patronizing way. He totally asks for a kiss as payment, though. 

(But from then on, that thing is in a place where you can reach it. He likes being able to grab stuff for you, but he gets that you wanna be able to just grab shit sometimes. What a sweetheart <3 He pays attention!!) 

Temple kisses? Temple kisses! He loves having his arm around your shoulder, just as a casual form of affection, and sometimes he’ll pull you a little closer so he can lean down and place a kiss to your temple. 

If you’re both feeling particularly playful, he’ll totally hold stuff above your head so you have to lean into him to grab it. 

He’ll short circuit if you ever pull him down for a kiss. Do it, it’s cute to watch the blood rise to his cheeks as he processes your actions. He’s so in love with you. 

Donatello 

As friends, he doesn’t really acknowledge your height at all. But once you guys get together? He suddenly starts processing how much taller he is, and it totally makes his heart melt. Like oh! I actually have to lean down to kiss you? It’s something that he doesn’t really understand until he’s in a relationship with you, and it’s cute. 

People often underestimate how strong he is but like… he’s low-key kind of built. As a hands-on engineer, you have to be! And you can bet that he totally uses that when he’s feeling romantic. He loves picking you up and carrying you around like royalty. (That inner theatre nerd also comes out, 100%. If he can’t pick you up and serenade you, what’s even the POINT.) 

Adores grabbing things for you if they’re put up too high for you to reach. Like god, you could inject straight dopamine into his brain right now, and it wouldn’t even be able to compare to grabbing shit off the top shelf for you. He’s so cocky about it, and you know he’s gonna ask for a kiss on the cheek as payment. 

Always yells “do you need help with that?” if he sees you standing on your tiptoes for something. He thinks you’re cute. 

He’ll lean down for kisses, but you can see a smile toying at his lips when you ask. He won’t comment on it, though. 

It’s so fun to dance with him!! You move slowly across the dancefloor, fingers interlocked with his as you spin around and around. He’ll always drop his hands a little so you don’t have to stretch as much, but he revels in the way you press yourself against him. He could spend forever like this, and quite frankly? So could you. 

He’s happy being the big spoon or the little spoon, honestly. He has no preference. If you try to be the big spoon, he’ll snicker about it a little, but he won’t comment on it. 

He loves when you guys are sitting, and you rest your back against his chest. (It’s fun playing animal crossing with him like that. (His favorite villagers are Wolfgang and Roscoe. He gets really excited if you have them in your town.) 

He’s gonna short circuit if you pull him down by the hoodie strings to give him a kiss. It doesn’t matter how many times you do it, he’s gonna pause every time. Don’t stop, though. He loves it. 

Michelangelo 

He could be a SINGLE centimeter taller than you, and he’ll lose his mind. Finally… he’s tall… god is real <3 

Unfortunately, both of y’all are kind of fucked in the height department. That just means you get to climb shelves together, though! And kick tall people in the shins for saying overdone height jokes. You guys are a power couple in every sense of the word. 

He loves having his arm around your shoulders! 

Since you guys live together, it’s really rare that there’s ever something that’s put up too high for both of you to reach. 

It’s really funny when you’re standing on your tiptoes to grab something that’s just out of reach at a store. 

“Oh shit, that’s way too high up. Don’t worry babe, I’ve got this.” 

...he’s climbing the shelves like a fucking spider. People are staring. He refuses to ask a stocker for help. You’re getting kicked out of Yokai Target for this, but you got your can of peas. That’s all that matters. 

He loves it when you rest your head on his chest while cuddling, or when hugging. 

Forehead kisses!! He loves them so much… He’ll run his thumbs over your temples so, so gently before kissing your forehead. He’s most fond of doing this in the early morning or late at night, when you’re both really sleepy. The air seems different, more serene. 

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masked in desperation

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 6044

Warnings: Verbal Degradation. Physical Humiliation involving Din making reader wet herself. Dirty Talk. Penetrative, Non-Protective Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong por favor). Rough then Soft Din. Don't worry, this is consensual and there is aftercare involved.

No summary because I don't even know what to call this? All you guys need to know is that this fic is based on/inspired by the following asks [x] [x] [x] [x]

A/N: Uhhh this is new for me so I'm sorry if I didn't get the dynamic involved with a humiliation kink right. Please let me know how I could correct anything should there be something off. This was supposed to be rougher...but I turned soft midway because nervous Din makes me warm. I hope you like it nonetheless though. Comments are hella appreciated. And you can add yourself to the taglist here. Enjoy and please don't @ me once you finish this fic. And I apologize that it took long, this semester was hell.

It was an act of crazed desire concealed beneath irritation and anger, irritation with you for managing to claw yourself into his heart and anger at himself for allowing you to do so freely. He couldn't deny his feelings anymore, not if he wanted to retain whatever sanity he had left around you. What started out as nothing but stress relief and a way to help with the pain left behind by Grogu leaving turned into Din wishing he could stake his claim on you every moment of every day so you wouldn't seek anyone else out. Not that he genuinely believed you would. Still...

And it wasn't like this was any different from what the two of you usually do. At least that's what he says to excuse his twisted behavior, to not dwell too much on his sick, possessive fantasies.

It was driving him mad. He wanted to mark you up, always did during those passionate nights, loved watching as you tried, and failed, to cover up his love bites and handprints from the guild members. But he also craved to feel the same way. He wanted to bear traces of you on him so people knew how much he cared for you, perhaps even recognized the hold you have on him. The only problem was, no one would ever see the angry nail scratches and bite marks you left every night on his skin because of his beskar. So this, this would do the trick, even if it was barely noticeable, even if it would be gone when he washed his beskar, even if the two of you would be the only ones who knew what happened behind closed doors.

The weird thing was, he doesn't even know how he got to this point. Well, that's not true. He can actually trace his way to this moment, but he feels ashamed to do so? Reluctant maybe. It didn't matter what he was feeling at this point. All he knew was that he needed to watch you as you humiliated yourself in front of him, and had no power to do anything about it. Perhaps it was because, deep down, he wanted to show you that he'd accept you no matter what. He wanted to prove to you that he may just be worthy of having you in his arms. He wanted to assure you that he would be committed to you until his dying breath. And this, in some way, was the solution.

Before he can reevaluate and dwell too much on his decision, he fills a cup with water and heads towards you, ignoring the Marshal's glances as he approaches you and taps on your shoulders.

"Yeah?" You turn around, and Din forces himself to stand his ground when he sees your smile growing wider as you take the water from his hand. "Oh aren't you sweet. Careful, or else they'll think you're growing soft." You tease him as you down the cup of water and hand it back to him before returning to fixing the ship. He says nothing as he walks back towards the cantina, and resumes his quiet meditation.

And that's how it goes for the next couple of hours. He brings you a cup of water every so often, murmuring something or other about how he doesn't have time to take care of you if you suffered from a heat stroke before leaving immediately. Din quietly thanks the maker for your discomfort with public refreshers, because this plan wouldn't have worked if you decided to go to the cantina or elsewhere to relieve yourself. He's locked his ship's refresher and made sure to not be anywhere in sight when you sought him out to ask about the issue with the door.

He feels himself grow harder when he notices you squirming as you work on the ship, softly palming himself through his pants when you halt your movements every couple of minutes to either cross your legs or push your hand between your thighs to attempt and alleviate some of that pain. A part of him feels horrible for putting you through this, but something tells him it will be worth it in the end. Din Djarin isn't a man of prayer, but he pleads to whatever higher power that created you that this wouldn't backfire and make you leave him.

As the twin suns slowly set beneath the sky, Din moves away from where he's been hiding and heads towards the ship, making sure he is in your line of sight as he walks up the ramp and towards his armory. He quickly takes out the durasteel cuffs from where he's set them, hiding them behind his back as he pretends to head towards the cockpit.

However, he stops when he sees you rushing past him and setting all of your tools aside. You're mumbling angrily beneath your breath when things begin to fall over, growling when you try to fix them a couple of more times, and they continue to fall.

"Motherfucking shit," Din hears you swear as you carelessly try to set the box again and it falls over. Shaking your head, you turn around and sprint past him again towards the refresher. His eyes never leave your shaking form as you push on the refresher button numerous times and nothing happens.

"Pfassk! Din, how angry would you be if I broke this fucking door right now?" You try to grab the gun on his holster but he is quicker than you, slamming his hand on your own to prevent you from taking it.

"Extremely." His answer is short and straight to the point, mostly because he can't trust himself to respond to you without giving himself away.

"God please I- I need..." You hesitate and try to remove your hand from him, only to feel his hold tighten around your wrist. He thought you'd break and confess what you needed to do due to your desperation, but you don't, holding your tongue and looking up at him quizzically when he removes your wrist and clasps one side of the cuff on them.

"Din, what- what're you doing?" You look down and watch as he clasps the cuffs on your other wrist and ensures that they aren't too tight around your wrists before he locks them. Before you can ask him again, Din drags you across the ship and into the cockpit, ignoring your annoyed murmurs as he sits down and pulls you onto his lap.

You squirm around and try to get up but Din’s hold on your waist tightens and he slides you against his beskar until you fall into his chest. He says nothing as you push away and try to maneuver yourself so your legs aren’t wide open. He chuckles lowly when he sees how much you’re struggling, finally allowing you to put some space between the two of you. You rest your back against the controls board and take a few deep breaths before you stare at him.

“Can you please let me go?” You ask patiently, and hope he sees how genuine and serious you’re being. When he sits back but keeps his hold on you, you know he isn’t going to make this easy.

“Why?”

“Because I- I need to take care of something,” you look away when you respond and Din feels his cock twitch in his pants at the sudden shyness taking over.

“How about you let me take care of you?” He takes his gloves off and throws them aside, smiling to himself when he sees you shiver as he moves his hands up and down your body. You watch him like a hawk and you feel yourself growing wet for a moment, but you realize this reaction is the last thing you want to experience in his presence right now.

“Wait Din- just...it’s not like that.” You bite your lower lip and stifle a moan when he cups your tits and softly flicks at your hardened nipples.

“No? And yet here you are melting at my touch...your body knows me mesh’la, it’s blooming for me and I’ve barely touched you. Sweet girl, don’t you want me to make you feel good? I’ve been thinking about you all day long, about kissing you until you’re breathless...and biting you until you have my mark everywhere. Don’t you want me to show you just how much I’ve missed you?” Din knows he’s not being fair but the way your eyes are glowing with lust is enough to ground him so he could carry out his plan.

“I- I do...fuck, Din- I really do. I barely think of anything else...but I really need to-” You shut your eyes and groan as soon as you feel Din’s hand descend down your chest and rest on your lower stomach. He supports your back as he slowly begins to push against your navel, watching with fascination as your face contorts from pain and pleasure the harder he pushes on your muscles. You’re not sure what’s happening for a few seconds until you manage to open your eyes and look at him. His visor prevents you from seeing what he’s thinking but none of it matters when you feel him shift underneath you before he eases up. You sigh in relief but Din repeats his actions, only this time, he’s becoming a little more aggressive with his touches.

"N-no wait please I-"

"What's the matter mesh'la? You're usually fucking me like a loth-cat in heat by now, begging for me to have my way with you...take what I want until you feel properly fucked and filled with my cum." Din leans forward, never once easing up as he begins to move you over his beskar-clad thigh. There’s not much you can do due to the cuffs and how much advantage Din has over you in terms of muscle and size so you do the only thing that’s left.

You beg.

"Please, please Din I- I just...I need to-" It takes every ounce of control not to let go of your body’s function and you realize you’re not making much sense when Din cuts you off again and asks you what you want.

"Need to what? Go on sweet girl, tell me. What do you need?" His motions become more rough as he alternates between shoving his hand against your bladder and moving your clothed heat across his thigh. Din wants nothing more than to push you to the floor and fuck you until you can’t remember anything but him, but he tries his best to keep himself in check until he gets what he wants.

"I'll do anything Din just...need the- the refresher. I'm so- so...maker, please wait-" The controls dig into your back the more you lay on them but you can’t find it in yourself to care because a different kind of pain shoots down your spine when Din brings you closer to him and hikes your shirt up. His palms are warm against your skin and you hate how good they feel because this was not how you saw the day going with him.

"You know the safeword. Say it if you want me to let you go and I will." His tone shifts and you throw all caution aside as you confess to him why you need to leave.

"Din please...I really need to pee. I- I'll come back right away but I- oh it's too much, t-too much." You think he’s going to apologize and let you go when you tell him but all your admission does is cause him to momentarily stop before he wraps his arms around you and stands up. He’s pushing you up against the wall, not caring for what you just said to him or how rough he’s being as he nudges his leg in between your thighs and resumes his antics from before.

"I know."

The curt response washes over you like ice and your eyes begin to water as soon as Din takes off his helmet and you see him smiling down at you. You don’t know that you’re shaking in his arms but he leans down and nuzzles into the crook of your neck to commit the moment to memory. He loves the effect he’s having on you and although a small part of him feels bad, he doesn’t bother or care to hold back as he brings himself flush against you, the action causing his beskar to push deeper against your navel and have his desired effect.

"Din?" He thinks your whimpers might make him cum right then and there but he takes a deep breath before he pulls away and looks down at you. He’s sure that his eyes don’t convey an ounce of guilt at the moment, the opposite actually, and it only brightens his smile as he pulls down your tank top strap far enough to give him access to the top of your breasts. Din moves closer to you and lays lazy kisses across your heated skin, all the while attempting to grab your attention so he could tell you what he wanted.

"Why do you think I kept handing you water all day ner ka'rta?"

"W-wha-?" Your sniffles pull at his heart but he knows that you’re not in any physical danger and that all you need to do is whisper your safeword and he’d let you go. When a tear drop trails down your chin and hits his forehead, Din has to pull away to take a better look at you. He hates how much he loves the way you’re looking at him right now, like he’s simultaneously a villain and a savior to your predicament.

"And who do you think locked the refresher? Sweet girl… I thought you were smarter than that." Your surprised gasp adds more to the innocence he’s seeing in you and it’s the last straw before he holds onto your waist and begins to move you across his thigh again.

"You what?"

“Go on pretty, I know how much you’re trying to hold it in. ‘m not letting you go any time soon,” Din talks down at you and if you weren’t trying to prevent yourself from embarrassing yourself in front of him, you’d think it was the sexiest tone he’s had with you yet. But it’s getting more difficult to control your bladder and even though you get the sense that he will probably win in the end, you still try to hold off as much as possible.

“Look at you trying so hard...prettiest fucking sight in the galaxy. And do you know what makes it even better? I can smell how much you want me...this tight, wet cunt is begging for my cock. You can have me sweetheart, you can have me right now if you want. But you know what you have to do.” You’re shaking in his arms and plead pathetically when he applies more pressure on your navel. You try to ask him why again but you can’t find the words and resume moaning his name as he uses you.

And that’s what he’s doing. He’s using you. Like he owns you. Like he has the right to control every muscle in your body. You’re not sure what it is that made him act like this all of a sudden and you know it ultimately doesn’t matter because like he said, he won’t be stopping any time soon. It’s just strange that he wants this. He wants you to embarrass yourself. He’s practically helping your body let loose so you could wet yourself. You try to convince yourself that nothing about this should be turning you on, but the way his eyes are hazed with lust and desperation makes you reevaluate your thoughts and you manage to look up at him as he begins to speak again.

“It’s okay mesh’la, you can let go. Let go, now! Make a mess sweetheart. Make a mess of me, I won’t fuck you till you ruin my beskar and make this ship dirty. Go on. Or do you want me to help you again?” Din isn’t sure what’s come over him but he doesn’t hold back anymore, slipping his hand underneath your pants and pushing hard on your bladder until he feels your thighs squeeze around him.

“D-din fuck...oh- my...maker I- I can’t-” You throw your head back as you fist your hands into his cowl, holding on to that last bit of self control before you’re no longer able to. As he lifts his hand and pushes again, the thread breaks and tears slowly roll down your cheeks as you frown up at Din when your bladder gives out. Din looks into your eyes one last time before his attention moves south and his jaw clenches tightly when he notices the material of your pants grow darker the more you relieve yourself.

He doesn’t bother to stop, continuing to apply pressure on your lower stomach as a day’s worth of water floods down your legs and onto his beskar. He watches with fascination as his pants grow wet as well before he hears the faint sound of droplets falling onto his ship. You follow his line of sight and whimper in embarrassment when you notice just how big of a mess you made. There’s a small puddle forming where the two of you are standing and your nervousness only grows when you see how wet Din’s pants are.

When there’s nothing left and your shaking subsides a little, Din removes his hand from you and returns it to your waist, squeezing the skin he has access to so he wouldn’t strip you and fuck you in the middle of your mess. Every time he moves his foot, he can hear the soft splashing sound of the puddle underneath him and it only makes him harder. When he finally looks at you, he’s met with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on you and although he wants nothing more than to kiss you and apologize, he allows himself to go just a little further until he sees you’re no longer able to put up with him.

“D-din...you- you made me, I-”

“Oh sweet girl, I made you do nothing.” The look of shock on your face is worth the hassle and he watches as you pout your lower lip before more tears leave your gorgeous eyes.

“You’re just a filthy girl, wetting yourself in the middle of my ship and not caring how dirty you’ve become...you really couldn’t hold it in cyar’ika? Look at this, look at the mess you made of my armor. You know how valuable beskar is and yet you pissed all over it. And my ship!? Didn’t we just clean this ship pretty?” Din could feel you melting into him with every word that passes through his lips and when you look away from him, his smile falls and he quickly grabs your neck, turning it straightforward so he could look into your eyes.

“No, you don’t get to look away from me when you’ve just pissed all over yourself and me. Maybe I should change your name, call you ad’ika from now on.” He has to hold back from smiling when he sees the moment you recognize the word. He’s only ever used that word whenever he talked with Grogu and you knew exactly why he was bringing it up now. “You’re my little girl aren’t you? My filthy, pretty little ad’ika who can’t fucking control herself and marked me up like she has the right...like she owns me.” Din watches as your expression softens a bit at his last admission and he trails his gaze down your nose until he is only focusing on your lips.

You can’t help but also stare at his lips and Din uses the brief moment of distraction to unbutton your pants and slip his hand into your panties, humming in approval when he feels the wet fabric scratch deliciously at his knuckles. You gasp when you feel his fingers softly rubbing your slit and as you look into his dark brown eyes, Din slips two fingers into your wet cunt and stops.

“Fuck, you’re so wet ad’ika, so warm and wet and ready for me.” He nudges his fingers deeper into he finds the spot that makes you see stars. You know immediately what he wants to do and reach for his arms as he grows closer to you. When they begin to get in the way, Din takes hold of the cuffs and raises them high above your head until the cuffs are glued to the wall. He can’t stop from smiling down at you, all stretched out and ready to be thoroughly fucked. But he doesn’t give in just yet.

“Din it’s...you’ll get dirty. I- I don’t want you to-”

“I don’t fucking care,” he growls as he leans down and bites shoulder again, moaning against your skin when he feels your cunt clench around him. “That’s it, open up for me...let me make you feel good. I- I want you to scream my name sweetheart, scream my name as you make a mess of me. Please...I need it, need- maker...need you to drench me again.” His words twist something inside of you and you lean back as he moves his thick fingers in and out of you until you feel that familiar pressure all over again.

“Oh Din...your fingers f-feel so- so good.”

“That’s right ad’ika, only I get to touch you. Only I get to watch you come undone...only I get to wear your scent, your beautiful fucking wet scent. I- I won’t wash this armor sweet girl, not when you’ve marked it...marked me, this much. Go on, be a good girl and make a mess of me. Let me walk around with the smell of you etched on my fucking beskar.” You whimper at the filthy whispers Din breathes against you and just as you’re about to come, Din grabs your pants along with your damp panties and pushes them as far down as he could. You bite into your lower lip as he tries to push his digits deeper into you, and when you finally manage to turn and look at him, you hold your breath as you see the way he’s looking at you, into you.

“Cum for me. Now.”

The quiet order, along with the pace of his touches, breaks you and you force yourself to not shut your eyes as your pussy throbs around his fingers, a wave of euphoria washing over you so swiftly you think you’ll faint. Din momentarily turns his attention to your heat once again and he hisses when he feels you coming on his hand just as you squirt on his beskar and the floor of the ship. You’re unable to form a coherent sentence as Din refuses to slow down and your eyes water again when the hold he has on your waist becomes more painful than before.

“Maker...you’re perfect.” Din kisses your neck as he finally decides to slow down but the way he continues to rub your clit with his palm does little to calm your nerves and you don’t realize how much you’re shaking until everything quiets down and all that you can hear is the sound of Din’s heavy breathing and your own heaving and sniffling. You wince when he fully removes his hand from you and helps you out of your pants and shoes. He takes a step back and groans when he sees how spent and ruined you look as you stand on your tiptoes and try to calm down.

As you try to catch your breath, Din unlocks both cuffs and throws them aside, reaching down and grabbing your ass so he could support your weight against him. You jump on instinct and moan when you feel the cold beskar against your skin as Din grinds into your soaked heat. He doesn’t waste another moment, diving in and claiming your lips until he could feel your teeth nipping at his tongue. He makes sure he has a good grip on you before he moves to the refresher and as soon as the two of you are standing in front of it, he pushes a code into the pad and unlocks the door. You pull away for a moment to look into his eyes, the silence of your gaze knocking the breath out of him as you hide into his neck. It takes but a second for Din to realize that he shouldn’t try to push your limits any further for the night.

His touches grow softer as he carefully sets you down on the floor of the refresher. Din can see you’re shivering from the cold room and makes quick work of his clothes and armor, choosing to leave his boxer briefs on so you wouldn’t think of anything else. He leans down and taps twice on your shoulders so you could raise them above your head. As you do, you look everywhere else but him and the gesture is a little too raw for Din because as he strips you down to nothing, he’s leaning down and kissing your forehead until he feels you relax in his arms.

When he’s satisfied with your slowing heart rate, he stands up and turns on the water, making sure to stand in front of you and block you from the cold water until it turns warm. Even though he doesn’t particularly enjoy it, he turns the hot water just a little further, knowing how much you preferred it when it struck your skin.

Grabbing the bar of soap you bought from the last hunt, Din sits down and rests his back against the cold metal of the wall before pulling you towards him.

“Come to me mesh’la.” His voice is much more controlled and mellow than minutes before and you melt back into him as soon as his skin comes into contact with yours. You rest your back against his shoulder and sigh heavily when his hands begin to massage your arms. The scent of flowers hits your nostrils in seconds, making you relax even more as the soap washes away any trace of what you and Din had just done.

Din kisses your shoulder and neck as he rubs the soap on your chest and stomach, keeping his touches as appropriate as possible to distract himself from the hardening issue he was struggling with. Although he prefers you all sweaty and dirty, he makes sure to wash every inch of you, knowing that you probably needed to feel clean after...after what he’s done.

He pushes your back until you’re leaning forward far enough for him to wash your back as well. His breath hitches when he sees evidence of his touches on your skin from previous nights. Some of them have turned a light blue color while others were still purple.

Fuck. He didn’t know his grip was this harsh. He was a little guilty for bruising your skin, your lovely, beautiful, gorgeous skin. But the more he saw as he rubbed the soap over your back, the more pride he felt in his chest at the knowledge that he was the only one allowed to mark you.

“D-din…” You moan his name when he pulls you back into his chest and you feel his hands descend lower to wash your thighs. You think that he’s going to touch you where you ache for him but when he focuses on your thighs, you realize that he wasn’t going to go anywhere near your throbbing cunt.

“I’m here sweet girl, let me take care of you.” His whispers are laced with promises and affection and you’re not sure what to make of it. He’s never been this intense, this touch-starved, even this controlling. There’s something about the events of the night that tug at your heart and you wish you could ask him what has changed all of a sudden. But you don’t, instead repeating his words from earlier over and over again as he continues to wash you.

He told you, although indirectly, that you had the right to...to mark him, to own him. He begged you to drench him so everyone would know that he’s yours. That you’re his.

“Din please,” overcome with emotions, you slap the bar of soap away from him and use his surprise to your advantage, quickly turning around and holding onto his broad shoulders as you straddled his thighs.

“Ner ka'rta, we don’t have t-” Din keeps his hands to himself as he feels you rub yourself on his clothed cock. You instantly cut him off, molding your lips with his in a bruising kiss until his arms wrapped around your back. When you knew you had him, you pulled away and laid kisses across his handsome features. He was a moaning mess in no time and when you took hold of his chin and pushed it back, Din felt like he was travelling through the stars, the rough nips you were leaving across the jugular of his neck making him notice just how needy you were.

The hot water cascaded down your back as you assaulted Din’s skin and when you felt him grab your waist and begin to move you across of him, you knew he wasn’t going to deny you from what you wanted. Needed. Craved.

“I need you...now, please Din. I need to feel you inside me.”

“But-”

“Please? Oh maker, I- you said...you said you’d give me your cock if I wanted. And I do. I want you, I want your cock. I- you promised. I- I’ll do anything.” The sound of your desperate pleas sends a shiver down his spine and Din nods frantically just before you pull him out of his briefs.

“You- you’ve done enough for me cyar’ika. So so much. And I- I...oh-” Din throws his head back and shuts his eyes as soon as you lower yourself on his hard cock. He thinks he’s going to cum right then and there, but then you’re moving on top of him and squeezing him so tightly and he realizes that he needed to feel more of you. You cry out his name over and over again as he twitches against your tight walls, and when his eyes snap wide open and look at you, you can’t help but lean forward and bite into his shoulder to keep some semblance of control.

“S-sweet girl...lovely girl, tell me you’re mine.”

The short request causes you to falter in your pace but Din decides to take over again, wrapping his arms around you as he begins to move you on top of him.

“I- I’m yours Din, I’m yours. No one else can fuck me like you, n-no one can kiss me and touch me and take care of me like you...gods, you’re amazing. And you’re mine,” Din groans when he hears the last of your words and he nuzzles into the crook of your neck as you continue to whisper sweet things to him.

“You hear that Din...you’re mine. You- you belong to me, you touch only me...you, oh maker, you fuck only me. This cunt is yours baby and your cock was made for it. Made for me. You l-love only me. Right Din? P-please I’m...already so close. Tell me Din because you know...know that I love you. I love you. No one else. J-just you-”

Din is sure he might be suffocating you with how hard he’s hugging you right now but he doesn’t seem to notice because all he can hear is your declarations of love and commitment. Neither of you have ever come close to being this intimate but his earlier actions apparently unlocked something in the two of you.

You loved him. Even though he could be kinder, and was definitely too broken. You still loved him.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. P-pfassk...I love you mesh’la. Only you...always you.” Din comes with a cry when he feels your nails digging into his back and he growls as his cock throbs inside you until he’s filled you with his cum. But he doesn’t stop, instead maintaining his pace just to see you fall apart one last time. It’s all too much and not enough, and he’s already oversensitive from coming but he has only himself to blame considering how much he edged himself the entire day. When he hears your gasps turn quieter, he knows you’re close and slithers his hand between your bodies to flick your clit. You moan into his shoulder as you quickly peak one last time, the touch of his fingers reminding you of what he’s done earlier and in a matter of seconds, you’re clenching around him so hard to the point where you’re not sure if you’re experiencing pain or pleasure.

Neither of you say anything as you slowly return to yourselves. When Din moves to try and turn the water off, you accidentally dig your nails deeper into his shoulder and make him hiss.

“S-sorry.” The small apology does something to Din and he decides that he needs to do this now and not when the two of you are in his cot. Twisting his hand into your hair, Din pulls it back until you’re forced to look at him. You stare at each other for what feels like hours before you lean forward and kiss him. It’s much slower and kinder than the earlier kisses and you smile when Din unintentionally thrusts into you. He pulls away and returns your expression when he sees how genuine it is.

“I think I should be the one apologizing ad’ika.”

You know what he’s referring to and you think that perhaps he’s beginning to feel more guilt at what he’s done but you brush it aside with a joke so he knew there was nothing of concern.

“Not sure what you’re talking about Din,” you leave a quick peck on his nose as you rest your cheek on his chest and hug him tightly. He recognizes what you’re doing right away and decides to not fight you, instead maneuvering you off of him to shut the water off. You try to stand but your legs give out immediately. Forutrantly for you, Din is there to catch you and he ignores your complaints as he carries you out of the refresher and into his room. You watch as he brings two towels and proceeds to dry you off, handing you the other one to dry your hair. You giggle when he almost stubs his toe as he comes back with a set of new clothes.

Din ignores your comments when you ask him why he was handing you one of his long sleeve shirts instead of your own, quickly putting on a pair of boxers before throwing the towels back into the refresher. When he comes back, you’re already comfortable and warm in his bed, the sight of you sniffing his pillows causing him to think of a multitude of thoughts. He brushes them all aside when you make room for him and ask him to come to you.

As he slithers underneath the covers, you waste no time and move closer to him until you’re sure you’re touching every inch of his skin.

“Are you okay mesh’la?” Although you know what he’s referring to by that question, you don’t bring up the topic, instead nuzzling into his chest. The sigh of content you hear tells you that he’s not overthinking what happened too much, and it signals for you to do the same because even though you never expected the day’s events, you can’t help but admit to yourself that one thing which you know Din will bring up when the two of you have properly rested.

As strange and sudden as it was, Din’s treatment of you turned you on.

Translations:

Mesh'la - beautiful

Cyar'ika - beloved

Ad'ika - little one

Ner ka'rta - my heart or my soul

Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum - I love you

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boba fett NSFW alphabet

A/N: boba fett is just... *chef’s kiss* 😍😍 i want to hug and smooch him on the lips and have him absolutely rail me 🥴🥴

this is for post-sarlacc/mandalorian boba fett as well, and does primarily assume fem/afab!reader.

nsfw under the cut!!😘

A = aftercare (what are they like after sex?)

Boba’s positively soft after sex. He takes care of you so so well, especially after particularly rough rounds, and will make sure you’re safe, warm, and comfortable. This usually means he cleans you up, either by running you a bath or wiping you down with a damp cloth, and massaging away any aches you may have obtained. Boba is also uncharacteristically talkative while he tends to your needs, and it’s all praise like “You did so well, cyare” and “Such a good girl” alongside clarifying questions like “Do you feel sore anywhere?” and “Would you like me to run a bath?”. Boba makes sure you are completely taken care of.

B = body part (what’s their favorite body part of their partner? what about themselves?)

Boba doesn’t have a favorite part of your body, because he’s easily able to mark it all up and he’s never been one to pick favorites, but I suppose he’s like any other man and does enjoy your... feminine curves, so to speak. He particularly likes your hips, ass, and thighs, if not only that he’s able to spank them, nibble on them, grab onto them while he’s fucking you silly... it’s also because he loves watching them sway as you walk. There’s a certain perfect sashay mixed with a slight jerk in your gait that Boba loves to watch, how your thighs ripple slightly with each step, how your ass does the same, and how those perfect hips of your rock side to side... Yeah... there’s something perfect there.

If Boba had to chose a favorite part of his body and not say “The whole damn thing!”, he’d pick his arms and hands. They’re what he does everything with, how he handles his blasters and jet pack, how he handles fighting, how he handles you, etc etc. Boba’s hands and arms are where every skill of his is practiced and carried out, the limbs that can do anything. He finds a slight pride in that. Also, Boba knows you also enjoy his arms, so he finds it very amusing to flex for you every once in a while to get you blushing.

C = cum (basically anything to do with cum)

Boba Fett cums a lot, and he makes sure all of it ends up inside you. He finds it incredibly satisfying to dominate you in such a way, being able to paint your insides white, to claim you and your pussy as his. Boba also has a slight breeding kink, so he makes sure none of his cum goes to waste, sometimes pushing it back into you when it leaks out. 

D = dirty secret (what’s their dirty secret?)

Boba will probably never tell you this explicitly, most likely you will pick up on it with every breadcrumb he leaves, but Boba loves you so fucking much. He has so so much love for you it makes his heart bleed with the intensity. He’s never loved someone with all his being before, never cared this hard in his life. Boba may not even be able admit it to himself, love is a word that has brought him so much pain. But he loves you, he loves you, he loves you... Cyare, mesh’la, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum...

E = experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Very experienced. Boba has had many many sexual partners over his lifetime, so he knows exactly what he’s doing and his way around your body. Having the “tall, dark, and handsome” allure as a bounty hunter really helped him with this.

F = favorite position (what’s their favorite position?)

Boba has a couple positions he usually defaults to, all of which he enjoys. They are:

Leap frog. This is a close one for being his favorite position. Boba likes to keep you beneath him, for control, and when your flat on your chest, arms either trapped under your body or above your head, hips hitched up just enough to allow him access... well, that gives him all the control he could dream of. When you’re like this, Boba fucks the life out of you, draping over you to kiss your back and neck all while one hand is nestled around the front to toy with your clit. He also loves how desperate for more friction you get with this one.

Doggy style. He likes the control this position gives him, how he’s able to command you into it, set the pace, decide when you are allowed to come undone. Boba also likes being able to grab your hips and knead your ass as he rails you, leaving fingerprint bruises on your skin. He also likes spanking you and pulling at your hair. He also keeps a couple firm, large fingers against your clit, rolling that sensitive bud between them.

Missionary. Boba enjoys basic missionary because A) you’re smooshed under him, B) it gives him the ability to kiss you as he pounds into you, and C) he’s able to be versatile. He also likes how personal and intimate missionary is, being able to see your face and watch your facial expressions as you orgasm for him again and again. Boba also gives your breasts a lot of attention when he’s got this perfect access to them, kneading them and pinching and tweaking your nipples.

G = goofy (are they the more serious type, or more humorous?)

Boba is 100% about making sure that you are receiving the pleasure you deserve. He is giving you everything he’s got during sex, so there’s no room for being silly. The most “goofiness” that he partakes in is lots of teasing and dirty talk, which isn’t all that goofy to begin with, just as serious and commanding as he is.

H = hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Boba is a functionalist, so he’s pretty well groomed below the belt. Of course, of what he has left to groom. The Sarlacc pit’s acid wiped out pretty much all his body hair, including his happy trail and about a quarter of his tuft (Boba genuinely thanks the Maker every day his penis remained untouched), so there’s only a little bit to take care of. 

I = intimacy ( how intimate are they during sex?)

Boba is intimate in a very domineering, overpowering way. He gets you so close to the edge so quickly, so torturously that there’s nothing but this overwhelming closeness that occurs, this performance of worship. His hands and mouth on your body, his voice in your ear, it’s like you become one, when he’s steady above you, your bodies interlocked, fingers laced in your hair, tugging gently. It will feel like Boba pushes you to the limit, that the intensity is like a thousands stars burning over you at once. Boba’s presence is like that.

J = jack off (do they masturbate?)

When he was a younger, more spry, more sexually unruly man? Yes. Everyday, probably. Now when he’s older, has more self-control, and you by his side? Not so much. Rarely ever, to be honest. the only times he finds himself with the itch to yank it would be if he’s been gone from you for a while or if it’s a mutual masturbation type of situation.

K = kinks (any kinks?)

Boba is such a fucking sexual deviant and kinky bastard it’s no wonder he decided to be a bounty hunter, because only a bounty hunter would act up the way Boba does. He has quite a few kinks, but here are the main ones:

Daddy kink. Boba is the physical manifestation of the “Your daughter calls me daddy too” meme. He derives such a smug pleasure from you calling him Daddy. He also likes it for the position of authority it is.

Dom/sub dynamic. Boba is a bonifide top/dom and nothing is changing that. He’s the one in charge, who makes the rules and breaks the rules, and he isn’t relinquishing that anytime soon. Boba thrives in that position of power, and loves having you a submissive, moaning mess beneath him. If you are naturally a quieter, maybe introverted person, Boba would go near rabid because that softness is just what he’s looking for. If you’re dominate like him, he sees that as a challenge... Prepare to be dominated.

Praise/degradation kink. He really just loves to hear himself talk, huh? This man is constant, non-stop dirty talk during sex and he’ll be saying downright delicious things to you. He’ll be giving you all the pet names in the book, “cyar’ika”, “pretty girl”, “mesh’la”, etc etc. Every time you react the way he wants to, or you pleasantly surprise him with your response to him, you’ll be rewarded with utmost praise. He’ll coo to you about how well you’re taking his cock, how perfect your body is, how good your wet pussy tastes... everything. Boba also likes balancing the good with the bad, so he may use a bit of degradation, usually in the form of backhanded compliments or ruder nicknames. However, if you don’t like degradation, he will simply avoid it, easy said and done.

Innocence kink/virgin kink. Woo hoo boy... Boba loves if you are or act all shy and bashful with him in the bedroom. It really goes hand in hand with his dominate role, you being a submissive, blushing mess while he’s all big and intimidating (not in a fear way). He likes being the one to corrupt you by marking your body all up with love bites and small bruises, making your tight pussy his as he rails you. If you tell him you’re a virgin the first time y’all have sex, Boba might go feral.

Breeding kink. Before meeting you, Boba didn’t really have this kink. His younger years were spent angry and vengeful and full of sex that was meaningless at the end of the day. But after the Sarlacc, and snagging the Palace from Bib Fortuna, and meeting you, Boba kinda starts getting an inkling of wanting a little something extra... or a little someone extra. He starts genuinely contemplating and liking the idea of having kids, and it partly manifests in his dirty talk where he’ll say stuff like “Gonna let me fill you up?” and “Got to keep your pussy full. Womb too”. Boba likes the idea of you mothering his children.

L = location (favorite place to “do the do”?)

Boba’s favorite place to positively ravish you is anywhere that he has full control over the safety of the room. So this usually applies to the bedroom, where Boba has set up so many security measures that no one is getting in, but also to more public places. When Boba was younger, he was much much more into exhibitionism and would’ve been down to fuck like... in front of a crowd, to be honest. But he’s older now (and wiser too) so he values the concepts of safety and security, much unlike his past self. So while Boba may still fuck you in an alley or in the throne room, he makes sure that literally no one is around. He does this less out of the potential embarrassment, but more so because he knows he has a huge target on his back. 

M = motivation (what gets them turned on?)

If you start being a little tease, or show him a bit of sass and being overall more mouthy, his pants are definitely getting a bit tight around the crotch region. Boba loves it when and if you try to talk back to him or if you get all snarky.

On the opposite hand, Boba also loves it if you’re easily flustered, all pink-faced and bashful at something he says. He really finds a smidgen of shyness to be really, really enticing. It strokes his massive Dom Complex.

N = NO (what’s their turn offs?)

Boba has a few hard turn offs that he would never do, full stop. They’re age play/regression, consensual non-con/rape play, and extreme sadism. While he does have a daddy kink, it’s really only for the name and position of power, not the age factor (so he’s not into DDLG). And despite Boba being a big ol’ bastard, it’s never sat with him well to play the role of “rapist” during sex. Also, Boba likes a bit of punishment and being rough ‘n tough with you, but he has a limit of how far he’d go. He never wants to actually hurt hurt you. Even if you’re a full masochist and you asked him to do it, said it’s okay and everything, Boba would still never harm you and would probably get fully turned off.

O = oral (do they have a preference in giving/receiving?)

He doesn’t really have a preference, because he’ll go down on you and if you give him head, he’s all game, but fuck, does Boba like going down on you. He gets an immense amount of satisfaction from making you cum using only his mouth, having you completely undone and writhing just from his face between your legs. He also really loves your pussy??? Like it’s so perfect to him, the aroma, the taste, the slick, wet feel, the way it clenches and quivers around his tongue, etc etc??? Boba loves it.

P = pace & PDA (are they soft, sensual, rough, or feral? are they open to displaying the relationship?)

Boba fucks hard and rough and slow and with a purpose. He wants to give you (and himself, of course) as much pleasure as possible for as long as possible. He paces himself very well, the master of self-control he is, and he will have you orgasming and edging for ages before he finally dicks you down. Boba finds great pleasure in having you cockdumb by the end of it.

Sometimes though, Boba gives you that same purpose in a slightly different way. he still fucks you good, but he’ll be a bit more sensual, a bit more gentle. Often, it’s because you ask to love make, but occasionally it’s because Boba really really wants you to know just how much you mean to him.

PDA is very very lowkey and subtle with Boba. This is mostly because he and you know that if your relationship, especially with how deep it is, were to become too much of common knowledge, someone is bound to use it against you, specifically to get back at Boba. So, Boba doesn’t often even have a hand on you in public, or show any outward affection. What he does do though, is stand close to you or have you close at his side. He keeps you in his line of sight always, and it’s become a sort of dance you to have. Boba and you orbit each other in a way, never growing too distant nor too close. Though, its perfect for you.

However, if someone starts making moves on you, Boba may physically step in, cutting whoever it is off from you. He’ll make sure they know that your off limits, untouchable. Usually, this also brings the gentlest yet firmest of hands to your lower back.

Q = quickies (what’s their opinion on quickies?)

Yes. Just yes. Boba loves quickies. He might be addicted to them. It’s a mix of he is always Ready To Fuck and he just finds you so damn desirable and beautiful. Though he will always prefer having you for a few hours opposed to a rushed ten minutes. But don’t think he does any less of a good job.

R = risks (are they okay with experimenting? do they take risks?)

In his younger years, this would’ve been a hard, enthusiastic “yes”, but nowadays Boba won’t really actively experiment. If you have something you want to try, odds are he’ll go along with it, but he won’t ever bring up something new. He’s very content with his abilities, that are admittedly very very successful.

S = stamina (how many rounds can they last?)

Boba can last a long while, considering his age. He’s got years of experience and a whole lot of self-control under his belt, so he’s able to work you for at least a couple hours before he starts feeling it. He’ll having you cumming over and over again, working you with his mouth, hands, and cock. Boba also is very good at pacing and has this uncanny ability to restrain himself in a way that the pleasure for him doesn’t build up unless he allows it to. So don’t expect him to cum, even in light of your best efforts.

T = toys (do they own/use any toys?)

Again, used to when he was younger. But now he doesn’t because he knows he’s too damn good with his hands, mouth, and...y’know... to need any toys. Though, if you have any toys or you ask him to try one out, he’ll humor you and oblige. But he’ll tease you about it a ton, saying stuff like “Ah, but don’t you want my mouth instead?” or “I bet you’re missing my cock”. Boba will always make sure that you know he’s better than any toy that you’d introduce.

U = unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

Boba is such a smug shit. He teases so much and is so unfair that it borders on being cruel and he enjoys it, the fucking guy. If you’re into that, he’ll get you begging and in tears before he lets up and gives you what you want (read: need). But if you’re not into it, he has a base, “normal” level of tease, but he’d never take it too far. If he does push it too far, he’ll make it up to you however you want him to, because the last thing he wants is you too upset because of him.

V = volume (how loud or quiet are they during sex?)

Boba spends most his time during sex teasing the life out of you so he is vocal in that respect. He talks the talk, saying stuff like “You take my cock so well, little girl” and “Use your words, mesh’la, tell me what you want”. His constant dirty talk is sometimes broken up by growls from the back of his throat, heavy grunting and groaning, and the occasional low moan— all from the slick, hot heat that is you. 

W = wildcard (what’s a random headcanon?)

Boba struggles with pain sometimes, the aches left behind from the wounds he received from the Sarlacc pit. It usually flares up if he’s stressed or been overworking himself, making his skin feel tight, like there’s a constant pull in all directions. He also gets pain from age and overuse of his joints. Often, it’s only his knees and ankles that act up, but sometimes he gets it in his back and wrists. And though he never says anything about it, and never asks you for anything, he really does appreciate it if you take the time to give him a massage or run him a warm bath, despite how grumpy he gets when you do.

X = x-ray & x-tra (what’s underneath those clothes? any more random headcanons?”)

Boba is built like a fucking tank, an absolute hunk of a man. From a life of training, bounty hunting, fighting, etc etc, Boba has a body type akin to a powerlifter, he never built muscle for show, only functionality. He’s all broad-shoulders, stocky, and thick muscles. Unlike the beauty standard, Boba doesn’t have the ever-desired six pack abs or pinched waist, he has a hefty barrel torso and a slight, squishy tummy. His arms and legs are equally, if not more, strong and muscled like the rest of him, and Boba is very easily able to lift you up whenever.

Now, of course, Boba is very heavily scarred. He has scars of varying sizes, shapes, and ages, some being that shiny white while others are still pinkish, all over his body from bounty hunting and getting into tiffs. The Sarlacc also completed ravaged his bronze skin, leaving this impressive and tight web of scar tissue near everywhere on his body, though it’s most heavily condensed on his left side.

NOW HIS PENIS. Boba has a Nice Cock on him, that’s for damn sure. He’s not exceedingly big, but he is girthy. And weighty. Boba’s penis is 6 inches (15.25 cm) in length and just under 2.5 inches (6.35 cm) in diameter. He is uncut, and a prominent vein runs on the bell end of his cock. His balls are also very impressive and are fairly heavy.

Y = yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. Astronomical. Boba suffers from Horny Derangement Syndrome™. You touch his shoulder as you pass by him? His cock is hard. You give him a kiss out of the blue “just because”? He’s dry humping against you. You give him a cheeky smile and flirt with him? His pants are off. Boba is in a constant state of Wanting To Fuck. But, of course, if your sex drive doesn’t match his or if you’re not in the mood, he literally will not care or hold it against you.

Z = zzzz (how fast do they fall asleep after?)

Boba does not fall asleep until you have. Period. Full stop. It’s a bit of a machismo thing of his (he sees himself as the “protector” in the relationship) but it’s also because he just genuinely likes watching you fall asleep. Boba likes when you get all sleepy and droopy, melting against him, feeling all your muscles relax as your body starts to slow down. It makes him feel strong, comfortable, and most of all, loved. You falling asleep next to him, the Boba Fett, is almost the biggest exercise of trust you can show him, and he loves it.