#just fucking imagine.... she looks nearly identical

[sytoran]

𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐑 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 || w.maximoff

boudoir photography: (.n) a photographic style featuring intimate, sensual, romantic, and sometimes erotic images of its subjects.

☰ PAIRING: sub!collegestudent!wanda x dom!amab!professor!reader

☰ REQUEST: I do have a prompt idea, subcollegestudent!wanda x domteacher!reader... where readers assigns an assignment that requires taking pictures that students have to sumbit for there final or something. Wanda submits a photo of her naked... reader gets flustered and holds her back after class and maybe reader tells wanda to meet them somewhere (an apartment or hotel) and then yeah reader fucks the shit out of wanda (sorry), also maybe G!P reader and some kinks like breeding, being tied up etc, whatever youre comfortable with and feel free to add your own touch.

☰ TAGS: smut (18+), college!au, lesbian sex, you're like the hot professor, and wanda is horny af, you can guess how that ends, bondage, breeding kink, professor kink, elements of brat-taming, mentions of reader smoking but i don’t condone smoking irl, shit eats your lungs up but its hot in fiction (to a certain extent), wanda is obsessed with your hands, sadism, degradation kink, humiliation kink

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albeit it might seem arrogant, you were quite aware of the fact that you were attractive.

in your defense, it was incredibly hard not to notice.

enrolling into the prestigious avengers college as a psychology professor with no less than two PhDs, you were quickly classified into the category of ‘the cool and funny one who’s too hot to be a professor’. those words weren’t yours, just for clarification.

the first time you walked into your class, donning a casual suit, laptop tucked under a thick arm of muscle that fabric didn’t conceal, your peripheral vision exposed the dropped jaws of female students and the impressed eyes of the male ones. 

stunned silence at your strangely stark presence quickly turned into sheer admiration when you did your little introduction. whenever you tried to make eye contact with the students to be engaging, you were almost always guaranteed a flirty wink from the ladies. you nearly choked several times.

it didn’t help that your face was a little too good-looking, or that your smirk was a little too sexy. so when you started the lecture, it was plainly obvious that none of them were actually paying attention to the lesson, but more so you. 

word spread fast, and soon it seemed like every student in avengers’ college wanted to sign up for professor l/n’s psychology class.

however, as much as the attention filled your pride, none of your students ever did quite catch your eye like a certain redheaded one.

photo-psychology. 

human relationships, personal identity, interpersonal communication, perception, creativity. they helped to explain how we, as humans, create visual images, how we share them, and how people react to what they see.

though an expert in this field, you don’t think you would ever really be able to put into words the emotions you felt, when you saw wanda maximoff’s submission for her finals.

dear god.

when you said there was a photography assignment that would cost about 40% of the final grade, you presumed it meant well-thought-out imageries of subjects that represented the current state of one’s psychological wellbeing.

not this. certainly not this. nothing could have ever prepared you for this.

wanda maximoff, the redheaded student you held an inexplicable attraction towards, in a set of some of the most erotically compromising positions you had ever seen. 

the first image she had submitted was of herself in a skirt that was far too tiny to leave anything to the imagination, black fishnet stockings tightly hugging sinful thighs, sitting on her knees. 

the second image had wanda in a dark room, the only illumination being the moonlight from outside her window. the minimal lighting fell on her side, bringing light to a generous cleavage. wanda was cleverly and outragingly positioned so that the darkness prevented you from seeing more.

and the third image, god, the third image. it was a sight you would never forget. the redhead was dressed in nothing, sprawled out on her bed, one hand shoved up her pussy, the other probably holding the camera. 

wanda’s face was contorted into an expression of euphoria, on the brink of an orgasm. pretty eyes glassy and her mouth slightly open, of which you swore you could hear her needy moans of release. 

to add insult to injury, the camera was angled just so you could see a hint of wet, pink, folds, but not quite nearly enough to fully capture the entirety of her beauty, leaving you on the edge of precipice to crave more.

you stiffened in your seat, still in the middle of grading of the submissions during class. you swallowed, trying not to let it show. without looking up, you could feel those mischievous viridescent eyes on you.

while it was undeniably wrong, these were the most captivating, alluring, and entrapping images you had ever laid your experienced eyes upon.

“see me after class, ms. maximoff.” you said, as calmly as you could, voice only a touch rougher than usual.

“yes, professor,” wanda said back, ‘professor’ rolling off her tongue in a manner far too seductive to be respectful. you gripped the paper a little harder. 

nearly an hour rolled past with strained silence, unbeknownst to the rest of the class. you waited patiently as the students filed out, watching wanda shove her friends playfully at their playful teasing, before waving goodbye as she walked up to you.

but you decided to leave her hanging, not making any move to speak. wanda was waiting for you to say anything, to do anything. 

by the expression on your face, it looked like you were going to bend her over the table and take her right then and there, but while it was a desire rooted deeply in her heart, wanda knew you would never do that. you were an enigma of your own accord, too gentlemanly to be brash with your actions, but too dangerous to be undermined.

you were smart, obviously, calculated in everything that you did. but beyond that was an effortlessly alluring aura that drew everyone towards you like a moth a flame, wanda being no exception from the rule.

so when those calculated began scanning over her body, not in greedy lust but in the knowing acknowledgment that it was yours, wanda felt the inevitable wetness pool in her panties. the flush blossomed on her cheeks, spreading to her ears and her neck.

your eyes rested on her thighs, the ones that had been clad in stockings in the photo, your imagination running wild but your exterior ever-collected. wanda felt her thighs clench, and you licked your lips for a fraction of a second.

it seemed like an eternity of thick tension spreading across the expanse of the room, just her and you in a little bubble of forbidden desires better left unsaid.

then you absent-mindedly began typing on your laptop, not even half of your attention paid on wanda anymore. the redhead stiffened, wondering how you could’ve been so careless in that very moment.

but she caught sight of the paper that had been slipped to her previously. a slip with a neatly-written address, a time below it.

“it’s for you,” you pointed out offhandedly, finally, not even giving her a second glance.

nevertheless, wanda saw the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at your lips, and she felt the excitement bubble. or maybe it was something less innocent than excitement.

you stayed seated under your desk as she left, eyes burning into the back of wanda’s head, noting her flushed dizziness and the entrancing sway of pretty hips.

it was till she was gone that you let out a deep groan, spreading your legs and leaning back, having hidden a throbbing erection in your pants for nearly an hour.

it was 4 p.m. when wanda arrived at the hotel, her legs bouncing with excitement.

high heels clicked against marble tiling, hands shifting to tug down the incredibly short dress she had chosen. the air-conditioning was cold against bare skin, raising goosebumps.

the hotel you had chosen was expensive, the particular unit tucked away in some ungodly frivolous suite. wanda wasn’t sure how many zeroes you had spent on her.

but beyond all that, she was nervous. even though you were the object of her wet dreams encased in dapper black suits, you were still a professor, after all.

she took a deep breath, checking the unit number for the hundredth time before rapping on the door sharply. 

wanda held her breath, wondering if you would even open the door. maybe it was wrong to trust you so foolishly. to crave and want someone she was forbidden to love.

“come in,” called a voice from inside, raspy with something wanda couldn’t quite pinpoint, but definitely turned on by.

your breath caught in your throat when you laid your eyes on wanda. 

she was dressed in a juniper-green silk dress, one that clung to all the right curves. brilliantly crimson lipstick only magnetized all your attention to soft lips, ripe for the taking.

"hi," wanda murmured softly, stopping right before you. her eyes raked over your less formal figure, manspreading as you sat on the edge of the king-sized bed. 

what captured her attention was a cigarette resting between your lips, being toyed with by two fingers. wanda didn't exactly mind, only further turned on at the sight of a partially unbuttoned blouse.

you hummed in response, extending your arms in a gesture to grasp her hips. wanda flushed at your straightforwardness, swallowing at the sight of long, ring-adorned fingers.

stepping closer to let you pull her into your personal space, wanda sighed in relief, relaxing into your touch.

using a free hand to press chaste kisses on the back of her knuckles, you grunted when wanda gently scraped painted nails on the sharpness of your jawline. 

unspoken words between gentle caresses quickly became rougher gropes of bare skin, your impatience getting the better of you at wanda's eagerness.

"i- i want you, please." wanda whispered, palming at the erection in your pants. 

"are you sure?" you voiced again, almost as if foreshadowing what could ensue. "i can- i can be a bit, well, rough."

wanda shook her head, swallowing when your hands roamed further southward. "i like it rough, professor."

then your hands were cupping her ass, pulling the redhead down onto your lap. gauging her reaction with watchful eyes, you wrapped a hand around her neck to pull her in.

wanda whined at the touch of your hand on her neck, squirming in your lap when you let out a puff of smoke into her mouth. her eyes got hazy as you rested a thumb on her bottom lip, tracing mindlessly.

the taste of the smoke made her dizzy, her breathing clogged for a moment when you began kissing her. gasping needily for oxygen, she tried to pull away.

but you were adamant in getting what you wanted, tilting your head to deepen the kiss, as wanda clawed at your exposed skin with shaky moans.

soon enough, the kiss was all tongue and teeth, clashing with fervency. you tilted your head to let your tongue slide between her soft lips, and wanda let out a moan that reverberated in your ears.

"please," she whined, tugging at the back of your shirt, taut with the expanse of expensively crafted muscles.

"i don't think so, miss maximoff," you responded with a breath of escapism, low decibels making her ears blush. "misbehaving today, hm?"

“i don’t know, maybe you should punish me first.” wanda replied almost instantaneously, haughty but with an air of brattiness that you wanted to fuck out of her.

your eyes narrowed, hands trailing over her pretty thighs, then slapping it roughly, making her jolt with a gasp. “maybe i should.” you murmured hotly, the kisses on her collarbone turning downright possessive.

wanda moaned, hips jerking against your crotch area. you groaned, hastily flipping her over onto your bed. effectively trapping her in, with knees on either side of her lithe figure, you didn’t think you had ever seen a more breathtaking sight.

"you alright with bondage?" you breathily asked, pupils dilating at wanda's hazy eyes of arousal. the fight she had in her earlier seemed to dissipate with each passing second you denied her of pleasure.

wanda nodded eagerly at the suggestion, tilting her head to suck at your fingers, tongue trailing around the cold metal of your rings. 

you bit back a guttaral growl. "let go," you muttered, gaze tearing into her pliant mouth still sucking. wanda seemed to ignore you, only taking two fingers further down her throat, letting out a pretty gag.

"let go," you repeated again, slower, in disbelief at how disobedient wanda could be. but you shouldn't have been surprised, for she had quite literally sent her professor nudes for her finals. 

“...you’re a fuckin’ brat, you know?”

“mhm, you should fuck it outta me.”

sooner than wanda thought physically feasible, you had her wrists bound by handcuffs, pinned to the headboard. the restraints allowed for minimal movement, but not nearly enough to satiate the redhead’s unrelenting need for alleviation.

you let your hands roam over her exposed body, now barren of clothing. she was divine, in every state of matter, with or without.

“you remember the first image?” you quizzed, hovering above wanda’s restrained form. she tried to reach for you, to touch and feel, but the only thing she was greeted with was cold metal of handcuffs.

"what image?" wanda gasps, her whine breaking off into a shrill shriek of pleasure when your lips wrap around her cute, stiff nipple.

"don't play innocent," you reprimanded with a dangerous seriousness. pulling down your pants, wanda ogled at the sight of your huge cock straining against the pants of your boxers. then you pulled that off, too, letting it spring free, and wanda wondered how the hell it was going to ever fit inside her.

but her train of thought was halted by a harsh slap to her thighs. you seemed to like that, watching porcelain turn crimson, watching the shake of the ass in its aftermath.

"you know the first image," you begin, sliding your cock against her wet folds. wanda cries, groping for you, fighting against the cuffs. "the one with the tight stockings, and the little skirt."

your practiced self-restraint left wanda a bumbling mess, cock brushing against her clit in the slightest. it was so frustrating yet satisfying to be bound by the cuffs, denying her of pleasure yet giving her that in abundance.

"you got all dressed up for me?" you hummed with a satisfied grin at her state of duress. "such a whore, mhm?"

"i- i'm not - ah! - m'not a whore- f-fuck," wanda fell apart at your commanding jurisdiction, like she had been subjected to imprisonment within your unrelenting hold.

"but you are," you insisted, letting your cock enter her dripping cunt in the slightest, then pulling out. "so wet, fuck."

wanda let out a disparaged cry, as you smirked. "and the second image." you continued. "you remember that?"

wanda nodded frantically, the cuffs on her wrist leaving red marks in its wake. she knew better than to disobey you now, to let her brattiness be the cause of that loss of euphoric pleasure.

"i remember, professor. i'm s-sorry. please-"

before wanda could even finish her sentence of wailed apologies, you slid your cock into her properly, as wanda let out a moan so pornographic she looked divine.

the redhead undulated her hips frantically against that little bit of friction, chasing her high as you pulled out yet again. "you sure you're sorry?" you questioned. "'cos i don't remember telling you to fuck yourself on me like a little slut."

"fill me up, professor, please," wanda begged.

"oh, i don't think so, miss maximoff," you said dryly, plucking at her nipple so harshly she screamed. "not until you tell me about that third picture. so fuckin' needy, huh? what if i just reported it to school's authorities? then you'd be expelled 'cos you were all too whorish for your professor." 

wanda thrashed under you, fighting against the handcuffs in a futile attempt, as you began sucking on a hardened nipple. "just wanted to take your pups, please. please, i need it." she rambled, gasps and moans escaping her divine lips.

your unrelenting tempo of cruel erotica left wanda a mindless mess of babbles and she was so, so wet. 

you stole away orgasm after orgasm, and wanda cried at each lost, knowing she had brought it upon herself. 

"please, please, please, i need you inside now." she whimpered.

but your patience had soon run thin, and you could never feasibly deny such a breathtaking woman before you, so you finally gave in to her desires.

your grip on her hips so harsh wanda was sure it would bruise the next day. the thought of going back to school and seeing you at your desk with the knowledge that her body was yours made her shiver, but then that thought was thrown out the window when you entered her.

"oh, fuck," you cursed, eyes wide, a breathy rasp in your voice that was ear candy for wanda.

the redhead had taken the entirety of your cock in her hungry pussy on the first thrust, velvet walls hugged around you so wet and hot you never wanted free reign again.

"professor," wanda's pathetic little mewl had your grip on her hips tightening. 

"you're soaked." you groaned out, shifting inside her to make yourself comfortable. the redhead thrashed again at your actions, and you had to shove two fingers in her mouth to shut her up.

the familiar feeling of cold metal against her tongue had wanda relaxing for the slightest, but you took that opportunity to begin fucking her like it was the last thing on earth you would do.

again and again, using her like a little doll, releasing your healthy amounts of seed into her gaping pussy as she begged to be bred.

orgasm after orgasm, as wanda cried your name, as you marked her with sharp teeth and even sharper thrusts.

over and over, until the hotel room reeked of sex, and the both of you were covered in slick and sweat, and until the management security came knocking on your door.

it was 2 a.m. when wanda left the hotel, her legs barely able to move.

this took way too long lmao also i loved the contrast between “it was 4pm when wanda arrived at the hotel, her legs bouncing with excitement.” and “it was 2am when wanda left the hotel, her legs barely able to move.” it’s a parallel i thought was pretty cool so hopefully yall noticed that detail too :o

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[leviathanspain]

mi amor

namor x avenger!reader

synopsis: after a long time running away from the one man who had promised you the world, you realize your fears have come to fruition

disclaimer: i have NOT seen the movie yet lmaooo i work all the time + i’m a cheap ass waiting for the pirated websites to upload the HD versions for the movie so bear with me if none of this is remotely accurate— based off of fics and clips i’ve seen

mi amor - my love

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you could hear the clamor of the fight. you had stayed back, the look of disappointment on shuri’s face when she tried to tug on you to help was like salt in your deep wound. you knew exactly who it was, having caught glimpses of their blue skin and their clothing, you felt the bile rise in your throat as panic surged your body.

had he truly found you again? after all this time?

you had spent the months after leaving, destroying every piece of your identity, faking your death, selling your belongings and erasing yourself from existence. for a time, it was easy. half the world had been snapped so half the people who once knew you, were gone.

but it didn’t make the struggle of it all any less. the avengers had dissolved, especially considering that half of your teammates were gone, you were left with one option, one that you weren’t really sure was reliable anymore.

wakanda had once let you call it home, and you hoped it would once again.

nakia’s voice was like music to your ears as the call had finally been picked up on the third ring.

your head fell into your hand with a sigh of relief, “nakia!” you nearly cried, “nakia, thank the gods..”

you heard a faint whisper of a man in the background before nakia responded with your name, “y/n? what’s wrong?”

your unloading of the situation took a mere five minutes, but nakia was already on her way with a jet to retrieve you in less than.

being back on wakanda was jarring. you had been here before, happy and accompanying bucky as he healed from hydra’s touch. and it was here, that you saw him for the very first time.

legends that your mother had told you never measured to his. he was pure magic, a mystical being that had you bowing on your knees.

he rose from the water as you felt the tears prick from your eyes. the darkness casted a shadow over his face, and it wasn’t until he was breathing your air, that you finally saw the beauty of him.

you felt the gasp of air leave your lungs, and instead, filled with the pounding water from down below.

you wanted to scream, feeling the burning of your lungs, you clawed at your throat, and even more at him, for his beauty was a facade for the evil that sat within him.

as he set a hand on your shoulder, intent on watching you die within his wrath, you gripped his hand, and let the fire of your pain burn through onto his skin.

he pulled back, hissing as he looked down at his injury. you collapsed at the same time, the water that made your lungs burn now emptied out on the ground, gasping for air you heaved.

“what..” you coughed, still gulping at the left over sea water, “the fuck?!” you yelled.

“i have the same question to ask you..” his voice was accented, a twinge of spanish just at the brink of his tongue you could almost hear it.

he looked down at his burn and smirked softly, “you are the fire they’ve warned about..”

you sent yourself back to reality.

“enough dwelling in the past..” you muttered. you mustered up your strength and stepped out onto the scene. it was less horrifying as you imagined, considering his style.

all the words fell immediately as you revealed yourself. shuri and ramonda both turned and the reveal of your betrayal played in their eyes.

“y/n.” his voice was like forbidden music to your ears. you turned your gaze away from them and faced him.

you regretted your decision to show, but you understood that this was partly your fault.

“k'uk'ulkan.” his name was like honey on your tongue, a sound to him that left him buzzing. you looked at him and wanted to beg the question, wanted to ask why he would go to such lengths to find you.

“don’t think that i didn’t know. i can feel you move amongst them, your heart is aligned with mine..” namor moved closer to you, “i felt them, their heartbeat, their energy..” namor whispered now, his words ever so enchanting.

you mustered up the courage and pushed him back roughly, the sound of sizzling flesh was heard just as his soldiers, stepped in front of him with weapons pointed at your neck.

you scoffed, “i was once considered your queen, your ruler and you my subjects, and you dare forget me so soon..” you stepped back, and ignored their faces as you stared at namor, “there is not a corner on this earth that you will leave unsearched, but there is the fact that you will never find him.” your words were like knives to his heart, and he seethed.

as you prepared to step back, run away as you have always done, the emotion that tugged at your heartstrings made you stop, and gaze him in the eye once more.

“how could you have done this to me, mi amor?” he was murmuring the words, and you looked back to see the wakandians glaring at you with betrayal, “i promised to give you the world,” he opened his arms and turned with a grimace, “even if the world is undeserving of your beauty, your power can change it, change them.” he glowered at the wakandians.

you shook your head, “how could i have stayed knowing your were walking the narrow line between justice and tyranny?” you echoed, “i made my decision, and i live with it everyday that he asks who his father is.” you sniffled, “it is now your turn to live with the consequences of your actions, mi amor.” the last words felt antagonizing, like salt to another deep wound.

the pain of walking away, knowing you had just given up another place you could’ve called home eventually, was tough. your son was with nakia, the only one entrusted with the information regarding his parentage, you had him blended into society, a child who lived in ignorance filled bliss.

you would give up your life, if it meant namor would never see him.

[rei-ismyname]

Storm used to get naked a lot

Magneto definitely has the longevity (pun intended) when it comes to on-panel nudity or semi-nudity, but Storm had many moments early in her publication history. They're pretty racist, tbh, the implication being that an African person wouldn't have the same understanding of the social contract dictating 'don't be naked in public.'

This one isn't public but it's got a similar vibe of otherness. 'Imagine myself back in Kenya.' As an aside, my disability makes showering a lengthy trial. I'd love to be able to do this.

Jean is Living with Misty Knight and keeping her Marvel Girl identity secret, so she asks Ororo to change out of her X-Men uniform. There's a flash of lightning? Cool trick, but yeah she's butt nekkid and Jean is aghast/horny/who knows? Ororo is like 'We all good?' and Jean nearly chokes on her drink (sure ;) It's not really explained, but I feel like it's meant to be read as 'African woman doesn't understand nudity taboo.' An excellent what if? would be 'What if Storm's nudist/body positivity became an X-Men thing?' I think it'd be good for everyone who consents, though it'd make it a lot harder to run a school.

This one is forced as hell. Nightcrawler realises Storm is swimming naked in the pool, and tries to hurry everyone inside so nobody sees her. If I'm being generous he means well, but it's still a little uncomfortable. Not pictured - Kurt talking to Storm; Storm giving a fuck. Because he loudly told everyone to get inside, Storm does too (why wouldn't she?)

Nightcrawler - 'Too late.'

Colossus - 'By The White Wolf?!?'

Banshee - 'Oh dear.'

Wolverine - 'Nice tits, darlin.' (paraphrased, lol. The look on his face tho )

She doesn't understand what the hell these weirdos are on about, and complies with Piotr's suggestion that she wear his shirt 'if you insist.' (Boo, double standard. Free the nipple!)

Ororo still doesn't understand, so Xavier (who's been listening? Watching? telepathically takes what's barely subtext and makes it text.

'What may be customary in your land is not in this one.' Yikes. Ororo spent a lot of her youth in various parts of Africa, but her childhood proper was spent in New York AFAIK. She's a US citizen This is her land. I consulted a bunch of African friends who've been to Africa and have family there - Nudity is not common in their experience. Same rules as most places. It's a very stereotypical portrayal of backwards Africa - as if it's a homogenous country and not a massive continent.

He continues 'For the sake of group harmony, I suggest in future you use more... discretion.' I wonder what word he was going to use instead of discretion. Professor X is the undisputed patriarch here, so naturally the most patriarchal stuff comes from him (especially in the 60s/70s.) I'd actually love this to be revisited and have it be revealed that she just likes being naked and it has nothing to do with her being from Africa. Maybe with a lightning bolt upside his bald head. Aside from the scene where Xavier recruits her, I don't think there's any Ororo naked in Africa scenes - she understands the concept of clothes. Ugh.

She was just trying to swim, it was these bozos making a big deal of it. It's also just plain weird that this came up multiple times with multiple writers. Same editor, though I think. Expecting progressiveness from Liberal Marvel is folly, but this just feels like policing women's bodies, and a black woman repeatedly in the same way. 'Stop ogling and objectifying the poor woman,' would be much more appropriate.

[weirdmageddon]

I'm taking the plunge because why not:

What are some headcanons regarding small, silly things that happened during the 3 year trips on the Golden Yard and Meteor?

oh lets go i love this sort of ask. no meteor crew stuff sorry im kinda tired but

on the prospitian ship:

the crocodiles are never recovering from that shit bro. un-stonks

alchemizing sessions. probably with mundane household devices like toothbrushes or something. patterned toilet paper. davesprite absolutely remakes the sbahjifier for himself but i think he also likes to hand draw them from time to time. also john and jade alchemizing bathing suits and going swimming on lolar and hanging with the turtles. casey can come too. floaties on casey

the sbahj canon diverges. so many sbahj in-jokes exclusive to the prospitian ship. unfortunately the retcon make it so none of this ever happens :(

he’d never say it but davesprite likes it when john and jade fall asleep on him doing whatever, it makes his presence feel wanted and appreciated by the people he sacrificed his self and humanhood for good for. sorry for immediately going into davesprite but good god is he tragic. oh yeah heres more. he’s still part dave and shares the same history with john and jade that alpha timeline dave does. john gave him his shades on his 13th birthday in december 2008, he sent john the con air bunny and jade a physical copy of sbahj as furries in the mail. he is identical to alpha dave in relation to his friends before the timeline splits off. dont forget that 4/13/2009 was also his first time meeting his online friends john and jade in person, even after 4 months chronologically of sburb grinding—nearly a year with all the time shenanigans—and going back to day 1, since john and jade were dead in his timeline

tries not to cry cries anyway but only when he knows theyre asleep. pov when the weight of everything suddenly hits you (you are an emotionally repressed 14 year old)

also because he’s fucking fluffy and absolutely knows it and probably thinks to himself “yeah this is the best possible use for these otherwise pointless breast feathers” and yall already know he craves cloth mother plus probably has nesting instincts

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adding on to that also i think people forget sprites are actually fucking LONG and his wingspan is fucking huge he could be a pillow and a blanket at the same time

i wrote davesprite jade cuddles and john thinking about mushrooms and davesprite thinking about how they contribute to the ecnonony

^ john toked too hard on the lowas mushrooms by accident one time

it feels like pajama parties would be a common occurence just the vibes im getting. literally jade is seen sitting on a pile of squiddles and theres plushies fucking everywhere you know they got up to plushie mayhem. do you think they ever alchemized them. look how lived in that room is they all contributed something

jade resumes gardening :) but theres no sun :( but she alchemizes some plastic plants :D but its not the same :(

canonically the imps in johns house just gave up tormenting him and started hanging out and having snacks on movie night

PENIS!

imagine looking up into the sky and seeing a giant casey the size of a planet sleep. jade resizes stuff for fun like this just to introduce some novelty to their lives

this is something

davesprite has beavis and butthead do america (1996) in his collection somewhere in his apartment on lohac

yall theyre watching johns fuckin spongebob dvd box collection. you KNOW john owns the spongebob squarepants movie (2004). and the best thing is it brings all of them together without any of them objecting. they all love spongebob

when the episode jellyfish jam comes on johns like “wow, pretty much this exact scenario happened to me with the imps.” (arthur flashback sfx)

DAVESPRITE: yeah well you didnt have a giant sound system did you

jade warps dave’s bro’s sound system from lohac and sizes it up. they put on stadium rave and the entire fucking house shakes

[misseviehyde]

INSTITUTIONALIZED

Michael was smart - real smart. But he also knew that he lived in a society full of institutionalized racism that made it harder for a black kid like him to make it in the white world.

He wanted to go to University, but he knew he would be competing against a lot of spoiled white kids and his family didn't have enough money to support him through even the cheapest college.

True he could skip college and get straight to work but he didn't want to end up like his Uncle Luther who was a petty criminal and a bad role model.  Just this morning Luther had woken Michael up and demanded he hide a cache of guns in the house.  Michael was afraid of his uncle so he had obeyed.

It was whilst he was looking through the guns, wondering what he had gotten into and where to put them where his Mom wouldn't find them, that he came across a weird looking blaster.  It looked more like something from a science fiction film than a real gun so he found a serial number on the base and googled it on a black market page.

The info read - "The Costume gun. Stolen hi-tech weapon. Turns anyone fired at into an empty skin that can be worn to allow a person to adopt their identity. Highly dangerous experimental weapon. Can cause identity dysmorphia."

Michael was astonished. He checked a bit further and soon became convinced this was the real deal.  A gun that could let him take another persons identity was now in his possession.  A lot of things began to click in his mind. What if he used the gun to steal the life of a rich, privileged white person about to go to college?

It seemed evil to steal another life, but Michael was sick of being denied opportunities because of systematic racism. He could zap some dumb frat boy - study at university and then one day reverse the effect perhaps. He could work it out as he went along - he just knew he needed to get out of this life.

But where was he gonna find a frat boy?

He put the gun in his bag and went out for a walk to think it over.

It was whilst he was walking down an empty street that he saw Madison Laine - the richest bitch in the neighbourhood approaching. She was walking and talking on her mobile phone to her slutty friends whilst chewing gum. Her tight outfit left very little to the imagination - a tiny pair of daisy dukes and a tight pink boob tube.

She was the same age as Michael but they were definitely not in the same social circles. Madison went to an exclusive private school and her Daddy was a multi-millionaire oil magnate.  She was spoiled, beautiful and rich and already had a place at an Ivy League University.  He had read about her online - she was already a semi-famous instagrammer and aspiring model. Everyone in the area lusted after her in one way or another.

She was also a total bitch and as Michael approached the look of total disdain in her eyes made something in him snap. She giggled and a sneer appeared on her pretty lips. "Oh my gosh girls, I thought all black guys were fucking hot - but I just saw this TOTAL fucking nerd. What a LOSER."

Madison had quite the taste for black guys. She apparantly only fucked black cock and could be found out in the clubs cheating on her white boyfriend nearly every night. That would have turned a lot of black guys on - a perfect blonde snow bunny ready to give herself to superior men.

But Michael was sick of privileged sluts like this one treating black guys like they were either nothing, or simply big dicks to fetishize over. He walked past Madison in barely contained fury and she caught his expression and scowled.

"Hey you... you fucking nerd. How dare you like look at me like that. I'm your fucking superior and you better fucking show it."

Michael ground his teeth. "You're not my superior, you're just an over-privileged white girl that thinks she deserves all her Daddy's blood money."

"Hold on girls, I just need to deal with something," grinned Madison as she hung up. Advancing on Michael she jabbed him hard in the chest with a long acyrillic nail and giggled as he yelped in pain. "Haha, listen dork. All I have to do is make one call to the cops. 'Ohhhhh, help me help me.' Who knows what those racist fucks will do when they see me, the scared innocent white girl being pestered by you."

"You fucking bitch," snapped Michael and suddenly the gun was in his hands.

"What the fuck is that? A toy? Ohhhh this gets even better. They'll probably shoot you when they see you're 'armed'." Laughing Madison began to dial 911.

With a gasp of panic Michael pulled the trigger.

The gun whined and a pink ray leapt out and engulfed Madison. Her face turned suprised, then the beautiful slut moaned softly as her body deflated and in an instant she was just an empty skin lying on the pavement with a discarded handbag and phone next to it.

Michael felt a cold moment of panic - what the hell had he done that for?

He immediately considered flipping the reverse switch and transforming her back - but he knew full well Madison would call the cops. She wouldn't be grateful for him reversing the rays effects.

In a panic he reached down and gathered the skin. It was impossibly soft and her skin smelt amazing. Her hair was even nicer to touch and still felt warm. He stuffed the skin and all the skimpy clothes into his bag and ran home.

On the way, Michael imagined what would happen if a cop stopped him and searched him. How would he explain this situation. He felt more anger than ever.

Safe back home Michael laid Madison and her things on his bed. What was he going to do? If Madison didn't turn up, her bitchy friends and family would stop at nothing to track her down. They'd easily track her back to him and he'd be screwed. If he turned her back, she'd just call the cops on him. He had no choice... he was going to have to become Madison.

A shameful part of him was excited at the idea as he examined the tiny skin and all her girly clothes.

Michael stripped off and then picking up Madison, examined how to wear her. There was a slit down the back of the suit - so he opened it and slowly pushed his feet inside. The skin was soft and warm and his feet slid easily inside. It felt like the skin was eagerly welcoming him inside and clinging to him possessively.

It looked weird as his feet and legs slid in and Madison's skin overrode his. Not only were his legs now perfectly smooth and sexy - they were white. His feet were tiny now. Somehow the skin was making him smaller, fitting him inside. He wiggled his toes and gasped to see the ten perfectly pedicured toes wriggle with their white nails and toe rings.

"Hmmmm this feels pretty good," groaned Michael as he pulled the skin up to his waist. He thrust his cock deep inside the groin of the skin and snapped Madison's taut buttocks over his own. His cock tingled and then sensation vanished, instead replaced by Madison's pampered pink pussy - freshly waxed and shaven.

"Holy fuck I have a pussy now,"  grinned Michael sliding his fingers in and gasping as he felt them slide deep into his own velvety softness.  This was the real deal - the skin was reallt making him into a girl.

He quickly pulled the rest of it up, tugging Madison's big heavy boobs into place. They felt amazing on his body and it was weird to look down and see them hanging there - but also kind of nice. Each one was full and round. Rubbing the nipples felt good.

His whole body was tiny and curvy now. Entirely hairless. A bellybutton ring twinkled in his toned abdomen and washboard tummy.

His arms were now slender and lightly tanned, the fingers ending in slutty acryllic nails and ornamented with rings.

Only one thing was left to do.

With a tingle of excitement Michael slid his head inside Madison's beautiful face and shivered as he felt the slot on the back seal up and the suit tighten.

Blonde hair fastened to his scalp and his eyes rolled up as his voice box changed and he moaned in feminine pleasure as the suit completed transforming him into Madison.

A hot flush ran through him and his head tingled. A host of unfamiliar memories throbbed in his mind and he realised he was gaining all of Madison's knowledge and memories along with enough of her personality and mannerisms to pass safely as her. 

You naughty boy... how does it feel inside me. Good huh?

A voice seemed to whisper in Michael's head telling him he was someone else now. Someone better.

Yesssss Michael. You're a naughty white girl now - you're a slut and a bitch. Your Daddy is rich and you can be a spoiled little whore, every single day. This is what you wanted all along. You're Madison now!

Turning to the mirror the new Madison; giggled as she saw her reflection. A pretty bitch used to getting what she wanted, when she wanted it. It felt good to be Madison.

"Ohhhh fuck I feel like sooooo fucking naughty, mmmmmh I am sooooo hawt now." 

Michael smirked at how big his white titties were and how sexy his manicured nails felt. It was amazing to be this beautiful.

Yessss that's it. You're me now loser. You love being me.  Your mind is becoming my mind. Our thoughts and desires are as one. You are inside me and you never want to leave.

Muchael purred as he accepted these strange new thoughts. Whilst in the skin it was so easy to think, act and feel like a naughty bitch.  All thoughts of taking the skin off were burned away by Madison's intrinsic narcissism. Why would anyone NOT want to be her?

Michael knew inside he was still Michael; but right now Michael was enjoying being Madison too much to care. Taking control of Madison's white privilege was making him feel dizzy.

Eughhhh I have to get out of this dump and back to my mansion. I totally have plans to make and college is going to be so much fun now I'm an Alpha bitch.

Picking up Madison's phone Michael laughed delightedly as it unlocked via face recognition. Her life was his. He WAS Madison. He hadn't meant to use the gun on her, but he had and it was too late now.

"Yessss, as Madison I can have it all. I deserve to be the pampered spoiled brat who gets what she wants. Being a mean, white, brat is gonna be so much fun. No wait... what am I saying? I hate girls like Madison."

That's why you wanna be me so badly dweeb. You lust to have my white privilege and get it all. You can't fight me Michael, you're already under my control. Give yourself to me and take your place as the new Madison.

Lying on his bed Michael began to helplessly play with his new body. He was being overwhelmed by Madison's bratty personality, he was becoming her.

You are ME loser.

Michael/Madison opened her eyes and giggled. Of course she was her. Who else would she be?

Her personality now in flux she was about to play with herself some more when she suddenly heard a creak downstairs and her heart skipped a beat. Who the fuck could that be?

The answer came as the door opened and Luther suddenly walked in. He was back to collect his guns, but he gawped and looked amazed as he beheld the gorgeous white girl in his dweeby nephews room. "Hey gorgeous who the fuck are you?"

Michael was usually scared of Luther but now he was Madison, he felt different. In fact Madison felt turned on by this situation. She had never noticed how big and strong Luther was.  She bet he had a big dick too.

"Ohhhh hey, you must be Luther.  I'm Michael's friend from school Madison. In fact we're like actually we're fuck buddies. Mmmmh you see, I can't get enough of black guys you see - I love a big black cock, it's what I live for. Michael is totally average but he's still superior to some white loser."

Michael was amazed at the slutty trash coming out of his mouth - but the Madison part of him was just turned on by it. She felt her pussy get wet as Luther looked at her appraisingly and he unzipped his fly slowly.

"You little white slut - you think my nerdy Nephew is a good fuck, you should come suck on a real mans cock."

"Mmmmh like ummm okay," giggled Madison without hesitation as Luther's massive black dick flopped out and she hungrily advanced.

Michael found his mouth salivating. He couldn't control himself. He was a horny white size queen now and he needed big cock. He couldn't control his new body as Madison's instincts took control.

Meanwhile Luther groaned happily as Madison lowered herself to her knees and slid her hot wet mouth around his dick.

He had no idea his dweeby Nephew had such great taste.

Licking and stroking Luther's cock - worshiping it in delight - Madison giggled as it got bigger and bigger for her. She knew this was twisted and wrong - potentially incestuous even if Luther was a distant 'uncle', but in this skin she wasn't Luther's Nephew anymore - she was a spoiled size queen who loved a big black dick and Luther was all hers. The sense of power - of knowing Luther wanted and needed her mouth and pussy so bad was intoxicating.

Madison got to work sucking and slurping on the monster cock before her.  She had memories of sucking lots of cock - but this was actually the biggest she had ever had and of course in reality - for Michael this was his first. The skin gave him the muscle memory and skills of a practiced college cheerleader - Madison had learned to suck cock years ago and she loved to swallow cum.

Luther moaned in pleasure. This bitch was amazing. "Yesssss that's it baby. White sluts like you live to suck black dick. Work that tongue baby, suck it real good."

Yesss Michael. You really wanna know how it feels to be a slut and be me, hurry up and get that cock inside you. This monster is all yours and it's going to feel so good stretching your tight young pussy out. You're such a bad girl and you love it. At college there will be even more cock to ride. I know you can't wait. You're Madison now so enjoy it!

"Yessss I love being Madison, oooohbh I need you to fuck me Luther - I want your cock so bad," whined Madison as she finished slurping and looked at him endearingly. The voice in her head made her want to do such deliciously nasty things. "Please fuck my pussy." 

Luther bent Madison over and slapped her ass hard. She moaned and pushed her back up - presenting her tight pussy to her lover as he growled in appreciation and slowly pushed his massive cock inside Madison's super tight teenage pussy

"Ohhhhh fuck yes -  ohhhh its so big!" moaned Madison in joy as Luther began to slide in and out of her soaking pussy and thrust harder and harder into her.  It felt so good and her huge tits jiggled as he fucked the shit out of her.

Being a white slut feels good doesn't it?  You love being me.

Luther pounded Madison and she squealed as she orgasmed over his dick. Then he picked her up and fucked her even deeper till she came again.

Madison's pussy juices were dripping down lubricating his cock and making him slide so deep into her perfect pussy and fucking her felt so good. Luther couldn't take much more of this insatiable slut. She was a sex machine.

"Shit baby - I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Yessss do it all over my face; I want all that cum,"  begged Madison. Luther was happy to oblige and she squealed in delight as he unloaded all over her pretty face. Thick globs of warm cum erupted over her lips and her chin, dripping down onto her large firm tits.

With cum dripping over his outer body and making him feel like such a delicious whore - inside the skin Michael had accepted that this was his new life now. 

Being Madison felt amazing. The devious slut wondered whether there was even a way to make Luther appear responsible for Michael's inevitable disappearance in a few days.  Maybe she could engineer something after all she had Luther hooked now. 

"Damn girl that pussy is fine. Are you in town all summer?"

"Yeah; till I go to college. We can fuck again if you like baby?"

Luther grinned. He was all for more but he had no idea the horny slut in front of him was already planning to make it look like he killed Michael in a fit of jealousy and her Daddy's lawyers would make mincemeat out of this idiot and keep the story out of the papers. Money and white privillege always won in the end.

"Ooohhh and in the meantime we can fuck that big dick and cum all night.  Hehe we're so bad."

Michael had become exactly the sort of white privileged manipulative bitch he had always despised. As Madison he would go to University, join a sorority ride a lot of dick and party. It was gonna be fun.  Michael was now Madison and he had definitely been institutionalized.

She was gonna use the system to get what she wanted and spend her days filled with big black dick. Fetish or no fetish she was an evil blonde whore and college was going to be a blast.

THE END

[glowfangs]

How does Suri feel about the whole "your daughter is a statue now because she worked with bad guys" thing?

Suri barely even thinks about Cozy in general

Cozy Glow is the product of a fling - Not even a friends with benefits situation, more like a "we were working as interns on the same show and figured why not!" situation. Suri and Sven were never married, so as soon as Cozy was born she pushed her onto Sven and pays child support. Suri never wanted children, she's very focused on her career and wasn't ready or willing to raise a foal.

Svengallop tells Suri about developments in Cozy's life - He told her that he was going to send Cozy to the school of friendship, even - and she's definitely been made aware of her daughter's behavioral issues in the past. It's not like she forgets Cozy exists, she just doesn’t have any stake in raising her, and is happy to keep it that way. I think Svengallop was too busy freaking the fuck out when he found out what happened to Cozy to remember to inform Suri (despite how emotionally neglectful he was, he really does love his daighter), so she probably only heard about it from the news. Especially after Svengallop took it to court, LOL

As for her reaction to it... Hm. I can't imagine she was thrilled, lol. I think her attitude may be along the lines of "Well, she's always had behavioral problems. You really should've seen this coming" towards Sven, while at the same time being... Completely oblivious to the fact that she's partially to blame for Cozy's issues in the first place. It's not like she makes it known that Cozy is her daughter, so she doesn't feel like she has to cover it up or be embarrassed, basically just telling Svengallop that it was inevitable for a 'bad' filly like Cozy and that he should've kept her under wraps when he knew she was prone to being a 'bad' pony.

... He probably hung up on her after that.

Cozy doesn't know about any of that of course, which is why she said "Mom didn't care" in my comic. When Cozy asked if Suri had ever called about it, Sven told her no - Cozy didn't need to know that her mother thought she was a lost cause. It wouldn't help.

Bonus: Cozy looks a lot like Suri! She grows up with almost the exact same face shape, eyes, hoof shape... Really the only difference is in the colors and that Cozy is just generally a little fat. None of this says anything about their relationship, I just like this aspect of them as a very distant mother and daughter that end up nearly identical

[steviewashere]

🔞Minors DNI🔞

Okay, I've been thinking about this for literal fucking days now and I need it out of my brain.

Also big warning ahead: I do reference Stevie's genitals as dick/cock and Eddie's genitals as pussy. (Y'know, if you aren't cool with that.)

Rockstar Eddie Munson married to Normal Stevie Harrington Trans Eddie Munson married to Trans Stevie Harrington. Both of them well into their thirties.

Rockstar Eddie who goes away on tour and is gone for months. Who gets insatiably horny for his wife. Who is like a starved dog when it comes to Stevie's cock. Stevie misses Eddie's pussy, too, but most importantly misses the way Eddie describes the feeling of Stevie's dick inside of him.

That's like the best part of sex to Stevie is just hearing how she's affecting her partner—how she's pleasing them. And the feeling alone is the best for Eddie.

Anyway.

They express to each other how much they yearn for one another when one's gone, how they get tired of just imagining, of having to make up what the other person may be doing—if they're doing anything at all.

So, before Eddie leaves for his next tour, Stevie gets this amazing fucking idea. She makes a silicone mold of her cock for Eddie to use as a dildo. It looks and feels nearly identical to the original. And she just gingerly wraps it up in some of Eddie's t-shirts, stuffs it inside his suitcase, and sends him on his way.

And about three hours after she does so, she gets a hot and heavy phone call from the inside of an airport bathroom where Eddie's using said dildo while chastising Stevie for not warning him. Stevie's turned on so bad that she creams her jeans like a fucking teenager.

And then he calls again when he's in his actual hotel room, describing every little thing he does, following Stevie's directions to angle it the way Stevie's cock usually moves inside him, and moaning for the whole world to hear just how amazing Stevie is. Meanwhile, Stevie is playing with herself how Eddie usually does: fingers abusing her extremely sensitive nipples, hand around her dick, bandana in her mouth. They're both whining back and forth at each other.

In the end, when Stevie's come three times and Eddie literally can't keep his legs from shuttering closed from how sensitive he is, they still miss each other, but at least they're satiated.

(Also, I think they're the infatuated type to just moan how much they love each other in the middle of having sex. So every phone call is just: Eddie moaning, Stevie devoting herself, Stevie whining, Eddie praising Stevie. So on and so forth.)

Anyway. Uh...Should I write this or no?

[yallthemwitches]

Catch the Wind, Ch. 9: Everything Else

We've made it to 7th year folks! You know what that means (nsfw))

It's this heatwave hitting France right now, your honor. It forced me to write this.

AO3 Link (Please feel free to write a review! I read every one of them and it means a lot to get feedback!) https://archiveofourown.org/works/57047455/chapters/147217729

The letter had come two weeks after James found his way into Cokeworth.

“I’m Head Girl," Lily announced. Marlene, who was smoking a cigarette in front of the television, let out a groan. 

“Oh fuck off with that surprised tone.” She took a drag. “We all knew it was no competition.” 

Lily looked down at the piece of paper. Dumbledore’s purple script gleamed up alongside a golden plated badge. 

“He made a muggleborn the Head Girl,” Lily said.  Marlene threw Lily a dirty look. 

“No, you pisser. He made you Head Girl because you deserve it. I don’t think Dumbledore would play the identity politics game on this one.”

Marlene lit another cigarette and changed the channel. “Who’s the lucky lad, then? Bet it's Lupin—can you imagine Potter and Blacks’ joy if he gets crowned?”

Lily stiffened at the mention of James. They hadn’t really conversed much since his visit, but she repeated his words in her head almost a thousand times since he had said them. If I let you touch me, I will fall in love with you.

Despite Lily not knowing what she wanted from the situation with him, it didn’t stop her from fantasizing. How many nights now had she woken up with her hand wet between her legs, thinking about his mouth agape and panting—not even realizing she had started to work on herself in her sleep. The worst was when his smell was still lingering on her pillows the few days after he left. It’s bad enough to fantasize, but to be able to smell him too… It felt childish and embarrassing—and very much like she needed to find a hobby. 

“Oooh, what if it’s Sykes? I hear that boy is right randy for—” Lily used her foot to push Marlene’s side.

“Don’t be disgusting,” she said to her but meant it also to dispel the thoughts of James that had creeped up from his name. 

“I’m just saying, you could really use this opportunity—”

Lily smacked Marlene’s head with the paper. 

Lily’s mum drove them both to the station. Lily felt anxious and fidgeted in her seat. The silence between her and James after he left that day wasn’t supposed to be insidious—but it felt like an impasse. She wasn’t ready to be anything more than lovers and he—well….

He had been so soft, so loving at her house. It was the first time she had ever seen him truly unsure of himself. Just the thought of him, kneeling on her bed whispering affirmations in her ear while they encouraged each other made her feel like her chest was expanding with air. She hoped their silence in the past two weeks was meant to just give them some time for reflection— not misconstrued into rejection. 

Lily and Marlene said their goodbyes to Mrs. Evans and trudged up the steps of the train. Finding a compartment, they plopped down and Marlene immediately pulled a package of cigarettes from her back pocket.

“Still no word on the Head Bloke?” 

“You know as much as I do,” Lily sighed. She looked out the window. A head of untidy hair started to pass in the distance and her heart flipped. James loped his way through the crowd with his trunk, side by side with Sirius. He laughed at something and ran his hand through his hair. He was out of eyesight as fast as he appeared. 

Lily felt like a bucket of water had been poured on her. How is it possible to want someone and not want them all at once. 

The train moved out of the station and towards Hogwarts. The girls chatted while Lily scribbled some notes down on a spare bit of parchment. Her first prefect meeting was right as they got to the school. It wasn’t ideal that she didn’t know her partner, but she wanted to be prepared all the same. 

There was a loud knock. The door slid open and Lily’s heart nearly gave out. 

James stood in the doorway with a hand already in his hair. 

“Alright Evans? You have a good summer?”  If it weren’t for the flood of memories, she could have almost convinced herself there was nothing going on between them. 

“Could we chat for a second?” He tapped his fingers on the door.

Marlene eyed him warily. “What do you have to say Potter?The floor is yours.”

“Hi to you too, McKinnon. Sorry, but I’m afraid the conversation is for redhead’s ears only.”

Marlene scoffed. The girls both looked at him. 

“Please?” He whined dramatically. 

Lily stood up. “Alright, I’ll bite.” Marlene gave Lily a warning look. 

“Famous last words.” She smirked as Lily left the compartment.

James didn’t turn around. He walked her near the back of the train where there was an empty compartment and ushered her in. So far, he was not offering any warm welcomes that would be expected from someone who snogged you just weeks ago. 

He closed the compartment door with a click and turned to her. They stared at each other for a long while. How many times had she thought of his face since she had last seen him? She replayed his hooded expression; eyes transfixed on the work his hands were doing, lost in their own world between ecstasy and determination. Standing here now, his eyes were full and glassy. He shifted his feet a bit and looked everywhere around the tiny compartment but at her. 

“It’s nice to see you again.” He offered. It seemed like a wide understatement on his part. The compartment was small, but Lily felt as though it was shrinking. The air was being sucked out the longer they stood there. James contracted his hand at his side.

“Look–I’ll just say it,” He started in, “I’m sorry I didn’t write after seeing you. I worked really hard to get here—for us to be mates—it was good really, to deflate a bit..” Lily’s brain was flooding. What is he doing right now? 

“It might not look like much to you, but I really tried–I am trying. To be a good mate…for you.” He was stumbling on his words. Lily tried to act calm, but all she could think of were the thousand main points he could be babbling to get towards.

“I really had a good time at your place. Merlin, saying good is such an understatement—but…” He paused, then looked at her dead in the eyes.

“I can’t be physical with you—anymore.” He might as well have slapped her. 

“Was I that bad of a dance partner last year?” She had wanted to lighten the mood but his stare was solid and dark. 

“We can’t do this anymore because I’ll fall in love with you— I really meant it when I said it last time and now that I’ve had time to think, I know it's true.” She hadn’t expected to hear him say it again. A clawing started to rise in her stomach. 

“And if I fall in love with you, you’ll take the piss out of me like you always do—and vice versa—--and I won’t  be able to survive it.”

She was hearing his words; heard every single bit loud and clear. But she could only focus on his eyes which had only gotten darker as he spoke. They were getting more wild by the second, his hands were balling and contracting at his sides. 

“You know, I’ve been bloody going along with this secret—like fuck—I even kept it from Sirius. Sirius. That git knows everything about me, you realize that?”

To someone looking in, it could have been mistaken for anger. He started rolling up his sleeves; eyes darting around the room. 

“And then you tell me that I don’t want to be in love with you? What kind of self-deprecating sodding shit, is that? How could I not. I mean look at you.”

She couldn’t cut him off if she wanted. He was out of control; completely spiraling. His eyes were getting wider and his breath was becoming more shallow. It was clear that the words he was saying were just words. Any words. They weren’t meant to convince her. They were for himself. 

Jesus fuck he’s reconsidering.

James took a beat. His breathing quick and shallow. She had seen this look before in deserted corridors, hidden alcoves, and most recently in her own bedroom. It was all very obvious now. Her body felt a dull ache for the inevitable. 

 “I want to shag you. So badly.” The minute he said it, the air left the room.

“Yeah, me too.” She was matter of fact. Nothing could be more clear. 

His eyes were blown out, looking beyond her physical form and into the deepest part of her. He nodded, completely detached from his body. 

“Yeah, ok.”

He was on her. It wasn’t like back at Cokeworth, where cautious soft touches explored each other’s bodies. He practically clawed at her, taking her chin forcefully into his hand and smashing their mouths together all while wrenching her lips apart with his tongue. His hands made no preamble to slip under her shirt and onto her breasts, teasing at her nipple and making them stand on end. She was not much different: her hands flung to his belt and started to undo the clasp without any interference on his part. He slammed her body against the window of the compartment but not before deftly shooting his hand upwards to pull the curtains down behind them. His mouth moved to her neck, suctioning itself until she could feel her blood caplets burst just underneath the skin. He removed his hands from under her shirt and grabbed both of her thighs hard, pushing up her skirt so he could see her knickers underneath. 

Fuck—shit—fuck. He kept pouring out expletives, he was gone—a complete mad man. Before Lily could slide her hand into his underpants, He fell to his knees in front of her, using leverage on her thighs to push her back harder against the window. He pulled one of her thighs up over his shoulder.

He paused, staring intently right at the center of her which was guarded only by some very moist knickers. He was heaving, his glasses askew on his face.

“I could die right now. Evans, you could kill me this second and I’d be so happy. Holy merlin fuck you are everything I’ve ever wanted.”

Lily looked down at him, lips swollen and panting as well. She could feel his breath on her skin. She didn’t respond—even if she could, she wouldn’t know what to say. Her body was on fire. She’d do anything he asked as long as he put his mouth on her. 

He kissed her inner thigh, above the lining of her knickers, then the front of her pelvic bone. She let out a loud gasp, before clasping her hand over her mouth. They had not used a silencing charm.

He wrapped his arm around her elevated leg that was resting on his shoulder and looked at her. His eyes were practically quivering as he used his forefinger to push aside her knickers, and she finally felt his breath fully on her center. He did not break eye contact as he lowered his mouth and kissed her. 

It sent a shock through her. She used one hand to keep her balance against the window but ran the other one through his hair, pushing his mouth farther into her as his tongue started making small patterns. He made little noises into her—groaning and gasping almost as much as she was from his work. His other hand slipped up and down her leg softly. 

Potter. James—oh my god. She didn’t know anything could feel like this. His hand had already been incomparable to anything she could do on her own, but now to have him under her, she felt like her soul was going to detach from her body.  

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you coming at your house. It haunts me,” he breathed into her. “I want to see you come again—oh fuck Evans please. I’ll do whatever you want.

She took the invitation. She yanked his hair, and he looked at her quizzically. 

“You told me we were going to shag, Potter.”

His pupils dilated. She moved her leg off of his shoulder, now wrapping it loosely around his waist. He stood back up and caught her mouth. His lips were wet with her own taste. He groaned and instinctively bucked his hips upwards, realizing she could taste herself on him. Fuck Evans.

The train halted. A whistle blew and a distant yell wafted into the compartment. “First years follow me!”

They had arrived. 

The spell broke. Now able to take stock of the situation, the compartment was heady and faintly damp. 

James moved first. Pulling himself off of her, and turning around. He looked up to the ceiling with his hands on his face and made a guttural noise before starting to button up his pants. Lily attempted to smooth her hair, knowing full well she definitely looked and smelled like she had been up to no good. 

“I’m sorry—I have to get to the prefect’s meeting,” she gasped out. 

She could hear students streaming past the door of the compartment. This was not how she had imagined her first day as Head Girl.  

James whipped his head around the compartment a few times before spotting what Lily had thought was a discarded cloak. He picked it up and handed it to her. 

“Here, put this over you as you leave—just trust me. I’m an idiot for not silencing the room—don’t want the Head Girl starting the year with a scandal.”

She looked at him with a furrowed brow, but didn’t have time to question his offer. 

“Potter—I,” There were a billion things to ask him. What did he expect of her now—now that they had at least attempted to shag? Were they going to continue whatever this was? Or was he going to regret all of this once he found out that she was no less confused about what she wanted than before Summer holiday. 

He cut her off. “You can give it back next time.” Next time. So that was at least half an answer to something. 

She threw the cloak over her head, through the small mirror on the wall she saw her reflection disappear. She gasped. 

“How do you—”

“For Merlin’s sake Evans, go. Or I'll lock us back in here.” She looked at him. He couldn’t see her staring, but she saw the pure wanting in his eyes. He looked in pain; completely tortured. 

She opened the compartment door and rushed her way towards her trunks on the back end of the train.

______________________________________________________________________

When she got to McGonagall's classroom, it looked like most everyone was assembled. Remus sat at the front, tapping a cigarette on his knee. At the sight of Lily rushing in, he raised his eyebrows.

“Welcome back, Head Girl.” He stood up in greeting and she gave him a small chaste kiss on the cheek. 

“Ah, fuck Remus. I’m so sodding stupid—I didn’t mean to be late. Did I miss anything?”

Remus shook his head. “Lily, take a breath–do you know you're sweating? Not to be rude or anything—” 

For the first time, Lily looked down at herself. Despite trying to look more presentable, she had clearly broken a sweat between her encounter with James and booking it to the classroom. 

“Don’t worry about it—it’s been one of those days.” Remus nodded. 

“I get that.”

Lily looked down at his chest. A plain prefect insignia was emblazoned on his jumper. 

“It's not you.” She gasped. Remus chuckled, looking down to realize what she was referring too.

“Nope, no. I couldn’t be as lucky, I’m afraid.”

“Then who—” Remus gave her a quizzical look. Then his brow furrowed. 

“Wait, Lily, you’re telling me you don’t know?”

The door slammed open. McGonnagall looked up from the crowd of students and made a dramatic sigh. 

“Thank you for finally joining us Mr. Potter. I know you are new to these things but being Head Boy means you need to learn some punctuality at least.”

Lily felt the whole world crack apart. James walked quickly up to the group. His hair was just as bad as she had left it and he was still adjusting his tie as he walked. 

“Why the sodding hell does he look like that?” Lily heard Remus groan under his breath. So everyone saw it too. 

“Sorry Minnie—uh, prefects. It won’t happen again.” McGonagall narrowed her eyes at him, but let it go. 

“Now in case you haven’t sorted it for yourself, Mr. Potter and Miss Evans are our Head Boy and Head Girl this year. Whenever I am not available, you will report directly to them.”

James pulled the seat out next to Lily. She looked up at him. His eyes were glittering; some of the darkness had subsided, but she could still very much see that the desire was still there. A smirk was plastered on his face. 

“Alright Evans?”  He fucking new all along. The bastard. 

Lily whipped her head to Remus who raised his hands in surrender. “I thought you knew,” he worded to her. 

Lily tried to focus on the meeting. It was taking everything she had not to look over at James. It was obvious he had been doing some sort of heavy petting before getting there. It felt like a huge spotlight was looming down on them. She didn’t know what frustrated her more—that she had just had been robbed of what probably would have been the best orgasm of her life, or that the person who had been doing it never thought to tell her that they would be colleagues for the entire year. 

“....I’m sure you have been hearing the news. Professor Dumbledore and I have a zero tolerance policy on any slurs or attacks that could potentially face the student body this year. I am asking you to be vigilant and look after specifically our younger year muggleborn students and make sure they do not get targeted.”

Out of the corner of her eye, Lily saw James' jaw tense. 

“In the case of any incident, a professor needs to be notified immediately, not taken care of by yourself—I hope you are listening well Mr. Potter.”

James' gaze was firm. She could tell he wanted to dissent, but was trying to be good. Hesitantly, she reached a hand under the table and nudged his thigh. His eyes darted to hers and he raised his eyebrows. The darkness in his eyes had not subsided.

The meeting cleared out quickly in order to get to the banquet feast. Lily lingered, watching James stand up slowly and fiddle with his shirt a bit.

“Where were you on the train, mate? And why did you show up like that?” Remus lit a cigarette and looked at James pointedly. 

“Ah, y’know–ran into Morbier and Hill and they wanted to take the piss out of me for losing a quidditch bet over the summer. Got caught up having a laugh.” 

Remus took a drag of the cigarette, not breaking eye contact with him. 

“Right.” He didn’t buy it. 

“I’m gonna go find Sirius and Pete. You both coming?” Remus started walking to the door. 

Lily spoke first, jumping to her feet. 

“ I need to speak to Potter for a second if you don’t mind—you know, about things we could have discussed if I had known he was Head Boy.”

Remus let out a low whistle. “Don’t have too much fun.” He excused himself quickly—feeling the tension rise in the room. 

Once the door was shut. James ran a hand through his hair and turned to Lily. 

“Are you going to yell at me?”

Lily sputtered. She could have killed him. “What do you think, Potter?”

“Brilliant, I can’t wait.” He actually sounded sincere. 

Lily bounded towards him. “Why. didn’t. You. tell. Me?” She clipped every word on its own. 

James made a small smile. “I was busy. With other things.”

“And what was that cloak you had earlier—”

“Ah, let's do one row at a time Evans. That way I can savor it.”

Lily had a million things she wanted to scream at him, but looking at him standing there–looking exactly how he had been on the train—it was too much. 

She put her face in her hands and let out a guttural scream. 

“Yeah, I was feeling that way earlier too. It’ll pass,” he said. She gave him a pointed glare. 

She pulled out the nearest seat and sank into it. James leaned himself on the adjoining table. 

“Do you think anyone heard us—on the train?”

James looked down at his shoes. “Most definitely.”

Lily sank farther in her seat. 

“But don’t worry,” he reassured her, “Anyone who was loitering to see who it was only got a glance at me—if anything they probably think I was wanking in there or something.” Lily snorted. 

There was a silence before Lily ventured. 

“Should we—talk about it?”

“What? My complete abandonment of all of my morals and high ground? Or actual Heads’ duties?”

“You know I mean the former.”

“Right,” James paused for a minute. “I meant what I said—about the love bit…both times—but, I’m also not against suffering. At the moment I guess.”

Lily nodded. 

“But I’m going to need an answer. Something—soon. I need to know if you want to really be with me or not.”

Lily nodded again. 

“But, for now, at least until we can sort out this Heads’ situation—”

“We can tell Sirius.” The words weren’t even fully out of her mouth but James’ face lit up. 

“As long as he is discrete—and doesn’t take the piss out of me too much.”

James swooped down at her and enveloped her into an embrace. He used his position to move her swiftly off the chair and take her stead, placing her onto his lap. He kissed the side of her face and neck enthusiastically. 

“Ok–Ok–Ok, Potter mellow out.” 

“No. Sorry.” His hands moved around her. She was starting to feel the clawing inside her again. She wrapped her hands around him, shifting her body so she was straddling him on the chair. He brushed her hair to the side and brushed his lips against the shell of her ear.

“Just—think about it. You and I. Really together,” he breathed into her ear. He continued.

“I’m reconsidering my reconsideration. I won’t shag you. Not until I get an answer. I’ll do everything else. But I won’t do that.” Lily let out a ragged breath. 

“What constitutes as everything else.” She teased. 

He hummed. “Well take it case by case.”

“Tosser.” 

He laughed in her ear and pulled his face away from hers. 

“Besides, it's not like you can get rid of me,” he kissed the bruise she had forgotten was forming on her neck.

“I’m Head Boy.”

[megamindsecretlair]

Sit Still (Look Pretty), Part 1

Cross posted on @megamindssecretlair

Pairing: Nomad Steve x Black!Fem!reader/ Plus Size reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is some unresolved tension, mutual voyeurism, cursing, mentions of female and male parts, Part 1 of ? Not sure how long this will take to resolve. Age gap, reader is mid 20s, Nomad Steve is mid 30s.

Summary: AU where Steve was born in modern times but still received a serum in the Army to make him a super soldier. He's moved in next door and has noticed you watching him. You and your mom have gone over to introduce yourselves.

Word Count: 1,857k

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A/N: I've been reading a lot of age gap fics so decided to try my hand at another. Apologies if I miss any warnings or this is super corny. But this was fun. While likes are awesome, please consider commenting and reblogging to help writers!

Fuck, your neighbor was hot as hell. You sat on your window seat gawking at the tall, sexy neighbor as he picked up huge boxes and carried them in the house as if it weighed no more than feathers. 

Muscles rippled in a dark blue muscle shirt as he moved and bent over. And that ass. You bit your lip as the neighbor bent further down to lift a chair. Oh and those thighs. You sighed. The Lord took His time with this one. 

The man was at least six foot tall, dark blond hair and a full trimmed beard. He wore a pair of dark jeans and boots. All week, you had watched him go in and out of the newly bought house next door. He carried lots of boxes but none of them gave any clue to his story.

Was he married? Was he expecting? Surely someone that damn fine had a wife heavenly pregnant and ordering him about. You weren’t sure how he didn’t have eleven rugrats running around. There were no other movers and the neighbor had rented a small truck for his sofa and dressers. 

You also saw the neighborhood crones using any excuse in the book to talk to him and be nosy. If he thought someone that looked like him was going to move here without raising any alarms, he was sorely mistaken.

You gasped as he stopped to stretch, moving his body beyond his limit. You just wanted to lick him. Just once. You fanned yourself as you watched him. You imagined all kinds of filthy things when it came to him. 

You imagined him grabbing your fleshy thighs and shaking them before slapping them. You imagined him in between your legs coating that full beard with your juices. You imagined him breaking your back. Like, literally breaking your back. Because he could put you in the hospital and you’d say thank you.

He disappeared into the house. His curtains were thrown open so you could still watch him moving around the house. The downfall to stock houses was that they were lined up just so. The houses were nearly identical. Your bedroom window faced his bedroom window on the second floor. The angle you had was just enough to see his kitchen sink. It’d be possible to see his arms and hands as he washed. 

You spent plenty of nights this week just watching his hands work over his meager dishes. If he was married, she didn’t live with him. You never saw anyone coming or going from his place. He didn’t have a second car. 

Your mom called your name. “I’ve got this cake for the neighbor, let’s go introduce ourselves,” she called. 

You rolled your eyes. Yes, your mom was very much just as gossipy as the neighborhood crones. Everything you’ve heard of the neighbor was through her and probably had twisted from its original message. 

You weren’t dressed yet. You had made watching him your dirty hobby. But you couldn’t summon the energy to care. Sometimes, you got the eerie feeling as if he were watching you too. You had taken to keeping your curtains open and your light on. 

You never saw him look over here. The random times he was in his room and moving around, he never gave any indication that he knew you were looking. Still, you pranced around in your bra and panties every morning or before hanging with your friends as you decided what to wear.

Sometimes, you even faced the window as you decided between two shirts or two skirts. You pretended that he was picking your outfits, telling you what he likes seeing you in. That he would imagine ripping it off of your body all day and it would drive him crazy. Knowing you’d be capable of making him hard and uncomfortable all day turned you on so badly. 

You stood and did just that. You faced his bedroom window even though he was probably still on the first floor. You held up a red, frilly shirt and a light ocean blue plain shirt. You flipped back and forth, imagining what he’d like.

You put the shirts on your bed and then flipped between jeans and white shorts. You held up the red shirt and white shorts. If you were going to meet him, you might as well show him what you’re working with. You turned around and imagined him at the window, getting dressed for him. 

You bent low and shimmied into the white shorts as slow as you could. Then you slipped on the red babydoll tee. It made your breasts look good. Plus it was hot as sin outside. 

You ran down the stairs and sat on the steps as you slipped on your shoes. Your mom floated into the room holding a small box. “I went with chocolate,” your mom said. “Everybody likes chocolate and those who don’t are lying to get attention.”

You laughed as you shook your head. Your mom was gorgeous, with flowing locs and a great figure. She wore loose tan pants and a cream shirt. 

“Isn’t this a little Southern of us?” You asked. You lived in Suburbia with the white picket fences and neighbors who’d gone to high school together. It was capital boredom and should be labeled as a torture method.

“Best way to meet your neighbors. They associate you with good food and are less likely to be rude to you by throwing loud parties and orgies,” your mother said.

You snorted. Your mom never had a filter and would often say the first thing that comes to mind. Your dad hated it but you caught him smiling more than a few times. 

You trudged over the manicured lawn, over the small concrete divider, and onto his property. The door was closed. He was probably taking a break from moving things. Your mom rang the doorbell and you waited.

The door finally opened and you gasped silently. He was even more gorgeous in person. Fuck, it had to be illegal to carry those arms. They looked big enough to crush a coconut in one grip. His hands were large and his fingers were long, like a musician's fingers.

He smirked at you and your mother. Your mom stepped forward. “We wanted to introduce ourselves, we’re your neighbors on that side,” she said and pointed to your house. 

She told him your names and all about the chocolate cake, including her joke about people lying. He threw his head back as he laughed as if it were that funny.

“I’m Steve,” he said. He shook your mom’s hand and then moved to yours. His grip was firm but not crushing.  

You looked down at your combined hands, loving the way that your copper skin contrasted with his creamy skin. He held on a second too long before turning his attention to your mom who asked him a million questions.

“If I heard all of those, I’d say I moved here for work, not married, and I work for the military. Did I get it all?” He asked.

He had a bit of an accent. You guessed somewhere on the East Coast. Your mom giggled. You looked at her as if she grew a third head. She widened her eyes at you and then smiled back at Steve. She prattled on about her career, that fact that you were in college for your master’s, and that you were always available if he needed you. 

Since his attention was on your mom, you took the opportunity to study him up close. His blue eyes were sharp, giving one hundred percent of his focus on the person speaking. He had a prominent vein on the side of his neck and you imagined licking it. 

“Oh, I have to take this, excuse me,” your mom said. She answered her phone and stepped off of the porch. 

You turned to Steve who had his eyes trained on you. He barely blinked and did not look away. 

“So, military huh? That explains that,” you said. You waved at his figure and he laughed. It was deep and made you tingle.

“Thank you. I’m not active duty anymore, I’ve transitioned to the state side and do boring office work now. You home for the summer?” He asked.

“Yes, I am. Taking a break so no work, no homework, just time to decompress. Usually in the pool. This is one of the worst summers ever,” you said and fanned yourself.

Steve slowly perused your body. There was no mistaking that look in his eyes. He faintly smirked as he took in your outfit, your wide curves, your generous hips, and your thick thighs. 

He slowly dragged that gaze back up until he reached your face. “Make sure you stay cool, then. Dehydration is nothing to play with,” he said. 

Your mouth went dry under the intense heat of his gaze. You were aware. You were aware of him and aware of his focus. You bit your lips and his eyes zeroed in on it. His eyes narrowed.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You shifted your footing, trying to find some relief. The heat outside had nothing on his face. 

Your mom’s scuffling shoes took you out of the moment. He winked at you before your mom joined you. Though it was Saturday, her job needed her to come in and solve an emergency. She waved goodbye to Steve and told him not to be a stranger.

You waved bye, unable to speak at the moment. As you turned to leave, Steve grabbed your hand. He ran his fingers over your wrist as he leaned in.

“My favorite color is light blue. And you should get more of those garter things. They look divine on you,” he said. Gravel skated over ‘divine’ and you whimpered. You hoped he didn’t catch that. Your eyes flicked from his lips to his eyes and his eyes narrowed again. 

Your heart thundered in your chest. He knew what you had been doing all along. Your skin heated for entirely different reasons as you thought of all the different lingerie combinations you tried on in front of the window. It somehow made it filthier that he was getting naughty glimpses of you. It made you horny all day thinking of wearing the lingerie and that he didn’t know it was for him. 

It had gotten so bad, that you didn’t care if your parents were home. You had to get off on thinking that he helped select the combos. And those were some of the best orgasms you ever gave yourself. 

“Yes, sir,” you whispered and licked your lips. He smiled and nodded his head as if he were dismissing you. As if he had any right to order you around. 

Yet you left the porch and nearly skipped across the lawn like he told you. Before getting in the house, you looked back. He stood on the porch, facing you, with his hands in his pockets. You smiled and went inside, thinking of how many blue outfits you owned.

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[dairy-farmer]

Ooooooh Had A Thought >.>

Remember the Justice Lords? There are legit "Evil Who Think They Are Heros Just Doing What Must Be Done(tm)" versions of our beloved Bats. And? Depending on the timeline? Their Reign of terror/Authoritarian takeover? May have started amping up around that time Jason supposedly "pushed" somebody of a building.

Batman may have just... been okay with that. Never lost Jason.

But! Imagine if in this universe he was a BIT more paranoid. Made sure Dick didn't use his family's signature move. Nothing to connect the two. A secret kept secret.

Tim follows for a while but... well... things start getting... DANGEROUS.

No longer the Batman he was supposed to be. Tim stops. Batman has broken his heart. Robin, how could you? Etc.

The Bats go full Dark Timeline. No ones having fun. They try to "Bring Justice, Bring ORDER" to other worlds. Like they did their's.

Get a face full of Absolutely The Fuck Not with a side of Get Out Of Our Reality from the normal JLA. And?? Whoms't is that? There is an extra, BRILLIANT, Robin. Vicious and deadly. Brutal in a fight.

They don't have one.

Why do they not have one? Their realities should be nearly identical. This makes no...

Their Bruce grapples, they are being forced back. They have seconds. There! A lucky grab. Cowl ripped back.

Timothy Drake? They lose footing. Sucked back towards their own reality. The Kryptonian clone preventing them from taking Drake with them. And then it's over.

The others are raging. Cursing and stomping like children. But all they can think is... he? Was RIGHT NEXT DOOR.

And imagine it. You like in a tyranny. The newscasters hide fear behind frozen smiles. God like men and women overthrew everything, kill as they please and change the rules to suit them. It's IMPERATIVE no one suspects you EVER have been anything less then enthusiastically supportive. People disappear for less.

The world went mad before you were ever old enough to do anything about it.

And suddenly? Your creepy, reclusive neighbors, with too much power, somehow connected to The Powers That Be, are acting like they KNOW you. Not your family. YOU.

Acting really, REALLY friendly. Want to Be your friiiiend.

Showing up everywhere.

Your parents trips are suddenly being green lit. But there is an under tone of "don't come back". They are afraid. You are afraid.

Ha ha! Don't WORRY, says your neighbor, he'll look out for you!

You've never spoken.

His hand feels possesive on your shoulder. His children LOOM. Smiling and smiling all around you like beautiful sharks.

You don't understand.

It's like they all share a secret about you that you don't know. They keep poking and prodding, trying to get more and more of you. LEARN more and more about you.

And the lingering touches. So many lingering touches. You're so tense, so tired, you could shake to pieces.

There hasn't been an Ivy attack in YEARS, not since she was...

Yet somehow the buildings hit. JUST your rooms. You're not stupid. Can't breathe. Too hot! Their faces cooing masks of "concern". Oh noooo. They say. How could this HAPPEN? They hum.

Hands already patting and stroking. Scooping you up. And? Tim is not DUMB.

He squirms. Tries to hold on to coherent thought. But it's pointless. He's outnumbered.

And they aren't ANIMALS, they'd protest. They are so very, very sweet. So gentle. So loving. Help their Timmy finally relax and feel so, so good. Hands that guide him up and down. That hold him still while others move. Skin to kiss, a clever little mouth, ready to devour.

So warm. They are OBSESSED.

Just? Imagine getting turned into the Emotional Support Fuck Robin for the Evil Bit Think They're Heroes BatFam all because your ALTERNATE self was a bamf.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i can just imagine the GuILT that would hit tim and the other universe when they look into the invading universe to both keep tabs and to make sure they can't come back because dealing with hostile universes is more of 'keep an eye on it' sort of situation. of course its not long before they find out what's happening.

no one but tim had seen the...oddness in the other bats' behavior towards him. tim notes it in his report about how he was unmasked by the other dick moments before they were forcibly sucked into their world and something about the intent look that had been shot at him...unnerved tim. having someone like dick grayson lock on you with that sort of intensity is never a good thing.

so tim is...worried. something in hus gut just turned at the lock the other dick grayson had given him. it wasn't hostile. not like how the other bats had been to their own counterparts. the other bats had been whopping them good. it wasn't until him, cass, steph, and barbara were called in that many of the plans the other bats set up dissolved. but unlike the others there hadn't been such a...lingering sense. the other batman had perked up and drifted their eyes to him when they learned that it had been tim's plan that resulted in the rescue of the other bats. there was something...appraising in that look but also something...hungry. like a starving, half-rabid coyote stumbling across an injured bunny.

it turned tim's stomach and so when the report of the other world comes in tim can't hold back the visceral reaction of what they were doing to their tim. their tim who had nothing to do with bats and who had lived a perfectly normal life with his parents until that bruce sent them away and threatened them with torture and death if they ever returned.

tim can't help him.

THEY. the justice league of his world can't help them. opening portals to other worlds blurs their lines, makes it easier for the influence of one to enter another. the monitoring is just so they can keep an eye on it which they construct whatever barriers they need to to keep their universe separate.

the justice league doesn't like going in to other universes and "saving" or liberating it. its too much of a gray area because then what's to stop them from going into EVERY universe that they find distasteful and doing the same? no. best to keep their noses to their own grindstone and let the universes of others be no matter how torturous it might be.

and so now tim is stuck...watching. and thinking about his cowl being pulled off his face in those final moments while starving eyes dug into him.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

I was scrolling through your tags and links last night and i will never stop being SHOOKT of the way you right Steve and Bucky JAHFOWJDORJEI

So I present to you- fresh faced Steve x twunk Sebastian x WS!Bucky

During endgame, they made a joke about the hot tub time machine movie and that implies the existence of one Sebastian Stan in the marvel universe and I'm reminded of that discovery when I read your selfcest drabbles/fics Nghhhhhh

So like, imagine a movie night with the avengers and Steve's all chilling when he suddenly sees the younger face of his dead best friend (ehem lover ehem) on the screen. He loses his shit, quietly, and Steve's captivated, he can't take his eyes off the man in front of the screen, animatedly talking and playing his character

Natasha's the first to notice of course and she quietly tells him that he's just an actor that happened to have an uncanny resemblance with the late sergeant. Steve nods along, heart aching behind where he's squeezing the pillow to his chest. When the movie ends, he returns to his floor and googles Sebastian Stan and basically spends the rest of the night stalking him

Do you see the potential angst!? The 'he doesn't want me as me but because I look like someone he loved' trope on Sebby who falls in love with Steve but can't really act on his feelings bcs he knows he only reminds Steve of his lost love???? Or.... STALKER STEVE AJDBWKRBWOHFIE

as an actor, being stalked is nothing new for Seb but good lord he's never been stalked by a 6'2, blonde man built like a brick houseeeeeeeeee; and his stalkers' weirdly polite and charming too, flowers and chocolate and lots of other gifts-

Then we get the events of the winter soldier and maybe instead of leaving, Bucky stays around stalking Steve and he discovers Steve's massive obsession with this actor who looks exactly like him. Another identity crisis for Bucky because is he even real? Or just another version? What if he was just modelled after this man? He needs to know more about this man

It ends with the two of them stalking Seb, watching from afar, leading to possible dub-con EHEM AHSIWHEUWHIEJRJF

I WANT TO WRITE THE PORN PART BUT I FEEL LIKE IVE GONE LONG ENOUGH ABIUT THIS UGHHHHHH bcs can you imagine poor regular Human Sebastian trying to keep up with two ravenous super soldiers who are nearly twice his size!!? Overstimulation and marathon sex would go crazy!!!!

That's all 😘 hope u have a good day Sir S!!

-🫠🫠

Aw, thank you!! I'm touched 😘

Oh yeah, I always forget about that. Timeline shenanigans are fun, aren't they?

Oh. Oh. But that's devastating. Can you imagine how wrecked fresh-from-the-ice Steve would be? Seeing his lover's face on another man? It would be like being jostled from his sleep by an explosion on TV--his heart races the same. Shit.

The stalking that would go down. Holy fuck. Yeah. Stalking and pining. I can only imagine the hours Steve would spent staring at his laptop screen, longing to reach out and touch his face. He looks so, so similar!

OH I FEEL THE ANGST. But I wasn't thinking about it like that! Oh my fucking god, Sebastian falling for Steve--who wouldn't?--but knowing the whole time that it's not him that Steve wants. Oof. And while Steve's heart is big, maybe he could learn to love Sebastian for Sebastian... that's not going to happen when he's so locked up with grief. He can't move on from Bucky by being with someone who is his twin. All he can do is yearn for Sebastian, who looks so much like Bucky that he can't resist, but doesn't act like him. He isn't Bucky. It hurts. But it's all he has.

Oh my GOD, there's something darkly comedic about Steve becoming a stalker because while my immediate inclination is a stalker in the traditional dangerous, threatening way and not an unwanted, too-intensely-earnest infatuation. Huh. That would be so interesting! And how would Sebastian react to that because Steve is very handsome and sweet but... boundaries. Jesus Christ. They need to establish boundaries.

Oof. A stalking triangle? A love triangle? We're getting wild, lmao. The identity crisis would fucking TAKE BUCKY OUT. Yeah. What the fuck. Who is he? Who is this man? Has Steve entirely replaced him with this lookalike? Does Steve not want him? Does he not need him? Who is that, and what's happening? I feel like it would probably make Bucky crazy jealous, right? He's unsteady at that time, and so I feel more than stalking he would turn to threatening poor Sebastian.

And maybe it all ends up with Steve explaining himself, standing between them, physically buffering them with his arms spread and his hands up. Then, well... why turn down an opportunity like this? Steve has forced his way into their lives (back into Bucky's life), so, he deserves what he gets--two lookalikes, two loves of his life, taking it out on him. Using him. 😏

This would go hard as a long form fic!! You're so fucking right 💥 💳💥💳

And thank you so, so much for sharing!! I enjoyed reading and thinking about this!

[lunasky2491]

Wolfstar one shot ♤✯

TW swearing

Ok so I’ve just had this random thought and I just know it would have happened once.

So Sirius is sitting down in transfiguration and Minnie is coming round picking up the homework she set last lesson. Then she just stops in front of James and Sirius and gives him a pointed look as James chuckles lightly handing over his essay while Sirius smirks lightly looking down at his very interesting desk.

Minnie: so mr black I don’t see an essay here or perhaps if i’m sorely mistaken you have ‘accidentally turned your parchment invisible’.

Remus just shaking his head in the background:

Sirius: well Minnie you see…

Peter covering up his snort with a cough:

Sirius pulling out a clump of chewed paper full of ink stains: there was an incident.

Minnie pursing her lips: and a simple reparo didn’t suffice, did it not mr black.

Sirius blatantly ignoring her remark: and you see, a dog was involved.

James bitting on his fist so hard in order to not burst into hysterics:

Minnie: ah a dog I see, what a dark creature indeed, so much so that any charm could never repair such an ingenious written paper..

Sirius quietly responding: exactly! exactly!

Minnie: and where mr black did you inquire such a creature?

Sirius being his dramatic self: well Minnie, it all started after breakfast..

Minnie: get to the point mr black, also no acting is necessary.

Sirius just carrying on anyway: me and prongsie boy were taking a stroll down by the lake to meet with moons and wormtail

Minnie: this is Serious mr black, please I implore you to be professional.

Whole class: Nooooo! You’ll set him off again!

Sirius at the same time: Sirius? But I’m Sirius! Where is this Sirius? I need to have a word with this Sirius seriously! This is identity fraud Sirius and I seriously need to have a word with you..

Lily: Sirius when on earth did you learn about identity fraud?

Sirius: just now lil’s, when someone has just seriously pissed me off by pretending to be Sirius.

Remus: please can someone stop all this fucking madness, I’ll hear about it all fucking night if you don’t.

Minnie: Mr black

Sirius: Well they say we’re all mad moons but I’d say crazy for me instead, always have to stand out, don’t I.

Remus: for the fucking life of me, Sirius please, I want to keep my fucking sanity thanks.

Sirius: wait would I or would I not be more crazy if I was locked in a room of rats?

Remus and Peter letting out a sigh while James looks like he’s living life to the fullest:

Sirius: rats! Ha! Hear that wormy? Rats! Hey great future experiment!

Peter: please, if I had to be stuck in a room to do that I would be insane quicker than any other black could.

Remus ‘deadpans’: imagine having to deal with that shit 24/7 at least you don’t have to share a fucking bed with him.

James: Ha, suck it up moony it wasn’t me who decided to be his boyfriend.

Remus: if only I knew..

Sirius pouting: BUT MOONS!

Remus being unable to hide his small smile: ah alright pads I forgive you

Sirius smiling broadly: now what am I supposed to do about this Sirius?

Minnie: Sirius!

Sirius: which one?

Minnie: Mr Black!

Sirius: wait a second Minnie, did you just call me by my name?

James: oh pads! I’m so proud you’ve done it my beautiful boy you’ve done it!

Remus: Merlin’s mother fucking beard, we’re in for it tonight peat we’ll never hear the end of it!

Peter: nearly seven years, seven, honestly moony I never thought I’d see the day.

Remus: and shit she held on so long as well.

Peter: so close, but we knew they’d get to her in the end.

Remus: and alas they fucking did.

Minnie: JAMES! I do not need your input!

Sirius: prongs we’ve done it! We’ve broken her! I’ve never been so proud!

James: we should get a reward for this. The first to soften Minnie’s heart.

Sirius: a service to the school prongs no doubt!

James: precisely pads precisely!

Remus: Pete we’re fucked truly and utterly fucked!

Peter: careful mate you’re losing your perfect prefect status. I’m surprised Minnie hasn’t picked up on it yet.

Remus: oh fucking hell, how they even believe all this fucking shit prefect fucking perfect mother fucking shit in the fucking first place! What a load of fucking Bullshit!

Peter: ummm let it out let it all out moony!

Remus:oh do this shit Remus, do that Remus, go do the stupid motherfucking prefect fucker control shit! Oh don’t forget to put on that bullshit fucking smile and act all fucking perfect Remus. The younger fucking years need fucking roll models Remus those little shits need someone to look the fuck up to some fucking body. And all for fucking what because I have a fucking book in my mother fucking hand what a load of mother fucking bullshit fucking fucker shit crap.

Peter: let it all out moons let it all out.

Remus: you know all these fucking school fucker books are a load of mother fucking fucker crap. Half of them don’t even have decent shit. You know how fucking many I have had to change the cover for so it looks like I’m doing the mother fucking bullshit work. No i’m reading some actual decent shit which actually have stuff I fucking need to know! But oh no Remus you’re not allowed to fucking know that shit you have to monitor the mother fucking hallways in-fucking-stead!

Peter: I get you I get you it’s all right Rem.

Remus: this is all just fucking crap Pete like how the fuck do they want me to do all this shit. How I’m considered the responsible one of you lot I have no fucking idea, I’m responsible for most of the fucking shit we do unless prongs or pads pulls something

Last minute and land their arse in detention.

Peter: I know Rem it’s a mystery.

Remus: fuck yes it is, fucking shit though honestly.

Peter: I know I know

Remus: you think Minnie has had enough of them yet?

Peter: honestly I’m wondering how the fuck they are still alive at this point, just look at that stare.

Remus: yeah, if looks could kill they would be dead a hundred times over.

Meanwhile:

Minnie: boys you will stop this at once!

Sirius and James pouting:

James: but Minnie we are so proud of you look how far you’ve come.

Sirius wiping away fake tears: so proud!

Minnie: boys I’ve had enough we’ve wasted over half the lesson.

Sirius: but look at what we’ve achieved look how far you’ve grown.

Minnie: I’ve had enough Mr Black there is supposed to be a reason for me talking to you at this precise moment in time.

Sirius clutching his pretend pearls: I’m offended Minnie just when I thought we had come so far!

James: oh cheer up pads our dear Minnie just needs time to work through her previous denial, baby steps.

Sirius quirking an eyebrow at Minnie: prongs your right we just need more time.

James huffing out a laugh: just a bit longer pads we will make her love us yet!

Minnie ‘her pressed lips moving up a bit in the corners’: now boys you had something else to tell me.

Sirius: of prongs look she does live us after all.

James: oh I’m blessed Minnie truly blessed!

Minnie: well Sirius what were you goito say?

Sirius puffing his chest up in joy:so as I was saying me and prongs

James: hello

Sirius: we’re walking by the lake and suddenly a massive black dog jumps out of nowhere and grabes my book!

James pretends to swoon: truly terrifying!

Minnie: sure

Sirius faking sincerity: unfortunately it happened to be my transfiguration book with my work inside.

Minnie: let me guess the dog ate your homework.

Sirius: exactly, see if you look closely you can see bite marks but of course it ate most of my work.

Remus ‘snorts’: obviously, snuffles will eat anything he can get his fucking paws on, a favourite of his seems to be my mother fucking socks!

Peter huffed out a laugh: oh yes the end of the word isn’t it Rem.

Remus: YES! YES IT IS! He ruins everything! My poor socks all nearly ironed and folded and he has the fucking audacity to spoil it!

Peter: a travesty!

Remus: oi ast cau y fuck i fyny!

Peter: what?

Remus: fy sanau ffycin gwael, dwi'n mynnu cyfiawnder!

Peter: ok.. then whatever it is I support you.

Minnie: I am still very much intrigued on how a dog has gotten into the castles grounds as we only allow certain pets, does this one happen to know you.

Sirius: no never seen him before, but I can’t say the same for others maybe there have been strange sightings around here.

Peter whispering to Remus again: well technically he isn’t wrong unless you count a mirror.

Minnie: well actually your suspicions are correct, the headmaster has had many reported sightings of a dog chasing a stag.

The four marauder all looked between each other with a knowing look while moony smirked at the fond memory and Sirius and James stared guiltily at each other:

Remus re-entering the conversation: wow what a peculiar sight professor, I’ve never experienced such a sight before have you.

Minnie: ah Mr lupin, no I haven’t but it is most strange I must admit.

All four marauders hummed faking innocence:

Minnie: well Mr black I have decided to give you an extension till the day after tomorrow, for your mishap. Remus please make sure he completes it and make sure they don’t get into to much trouble.

Remus: of course profesor.

Minnie ‘a small tug at her lips but more than she gave Sirius’: very good Mr lupin if you wish you can come by my office later for tea.

Remus ‘letting out a kind smile’: obviously Minnie, I wouldn’t want to let you down.

With that Minnie turned her back but not before another quirk of her lips towards Remus:

Sirius ‘whining’: oh moons you could get away with bloody murder and she would would just invite you around again for tea and biscuits.

Remus ‘smugly’: not just biscuits pads but chocolate as well quite a few as well.

Sirius: oh you sly little bitch

James finally burst into his fit of hysterics:

Remus: what can I say, it’s just the way I am.

Ok so this originally wasn’t meant to be a one shot and only like 5 lines most but it practically wrote itself in the end so I just went with it. Hoped you enjoyed ☾✮

[jayktoralldaylong]

There is surprisingly no ABO discourse in the TMA fandom. I don't know if it's an unspoken rule for there not to be, but I was thinking about it.

What would Jon be?

When you think of Jon suffering wet cat Sims the immediate assumption is that he'd be Omega or something, but thinking of his Season 5 persona I entertained the idea of him being an Alpha. Jon could be an Alpha right? He's not the most dominating person in the room but he can get very protective (and Jon with power is very sexy). Then I thought of the fundamental elements of an Alpha which are protectiveness and high level of possessiveness........which is when it hit me.

Martin Blackwood is totally an Alpha. 💀🤣 (Another win for Martin). I don't think there's anyone more possessive in the show besides Elias and Elias is a whole different brand of crazy. Martin seems like a sweet, harmless guy until you start stepping on his toes and he smacks the living daylights out of the aggressor with pure unrefined loathing - Just not easily noticeable cause he doesn't get violent but he makes sure his enemies get fucked up.

So Martin is definitely an Alpha. He gives the vibes of ensuring his mate will never lack, making sure they feel safe when they're nesting and never letting any harm come near their territory. Which raises the question....is Jon his omega then? I think not. Jon seems more like a Beta to me.

Jon: A Beta? That's the most ordinary creature in the whole verse.

Well, Mr. Sims you ARE basic. 😂 You're just a basic guy with super powers. I can't for the life of me picture Jon nurturing anything. He's not even very good at looking after himself and nearly everything he tries to protect crumbles away. He's a very tragic character, with not a lot of self esteem and he masks this by being sassy and sarcastic cause he doesn't want people to see how fragile he actually is. Jon's Beta to me and it feels fitting for him and Martin. Jon would probably try masking as an Alpha and Martin an Omega but the truth about each other would come out and Martin wouldn't care less. He loves his tiny hopeless Beta.

That being said, most of the others in TMA strike me as Alpha Alpha.

LonelyEyes aka Peter and Elias - Alpha/Alpha with Peter being possessive of his alone time and Elias being possessive over his control of Peter. (It would be funny if Peter was Omega though cause everyone would assume Elias the Omega.).

Daisira aka Daisy and Basira - Alpha/Alpha. Look Daisy's Alpha, there's no two ways about that. Maybe Basira is Beta but she strikes me as Alpha as well and they work well as partners.

Melanie x Georgie (can't remember their ship name) - Alpha/Omega....maybe Georgie is really flowery and soothing so she could easily be an Omega with her nurture of the Admiral. She could also be a very kind Alpha to her violent chaotic Omega Melanie. It could go either way.

TimSasha - Alpha/Alpha and I love them so much. ♥️❤️ Sasha just strikes me as Alpha. She would have been archivist if not for Elias' plans and Tim is either an Alpha or a chaotic Omega in disguise.

GerryMichael aka DoorKeay - I've only recently heard about this ship but it's kind of cute. Omega/Omega....cause I think it'd be funny. Obviously the Distortion isn't an Omega, the Distortion wasn't anything but I imagine after getting redefined as Michael it wakes an Omega and it is not happy about it. Gerry is not an obvious Omega and everyone assumes he's Alpha. Little did they know. I like the awkward story of two fakers (because the Distortion would definitely try to hide it's identity) slowly realising and still loving each other cause why not. They're also likely faking to be Beta cause one thing they wanted most in the world was to be ordinary.

Agnes x Jack - Alpha/Beta and this one doesn't even need an explanation.

Agnes x Gertrude - Alpha/Alpha, would be a fun dynamic watching these two growl at each other from the same side of the spectrum.

LonelyEyeSkies aka PeterxEliasxSimon - Alpha/Alpha/Alpha chaos. Lovers of this ship just enjoy watching things crash to the ground and I can't blame them cause I love it too. (Would still be funny if Peter was an Omega. Though Peter wouldn't find it funny at all).

JonMichael - Beta/Omega, but to no one's surprise, Michael's the one dictating everything about this relationship. Jon is shocked to find himself building a nest cause that's how dominant Michael's gonna be.

JonTim - Beta/Alpha and I'm guessing Tim would be a passive aggressive Alpha. This will either go really well or it will be a toxic dumpster fire.

[lewis-winters]

I know I should be working on other WIPs-- and just working in general-- but I watched The Old Guard again yesterday so here, have the Winnix TOG Canon Divergence AU

tw for: depictions of death, the effects of mustard gas, gore, trauma, and angst!

"Stop touching it."

Dick doesn't. In fact, just to be annoying-- though mostly on reflex-- he brushes past the newly formed scar of Lewis's brow one more time, prodding and poking until finally, fed up, Lew waves his hand away with a weak growl. "You'll open it back up."

Ah. That gets Dick to back off, pulling away abruptly like he'd been scalded. And maybe he has. After all, there's blood on his mind, now. A memory both too fresh to do anything but hurt; but a situation too resolved to feel anything but indignation at his own continued terror.

It's been nearly a millennia since the beginning of their renewed existence, and while they know their lot of second chances are bound to run out one day, surely the familiarity with Death should have settled in their old bones by now. Yet, when She comes, She brings with her all the fanfare that accompanies all finality. Almost immortality does not always warrant camaraderie with pain and grief.

They were luckier this time, at least.

They hadn't been as eager to join this war as they had been the last. Not that he'd been eager to join that war, either. But just like all things, Dick's need for a cause called out to Lewis' need to make sure Dick doesn't lose his goddamn mind fighting until he drops. And so, in the midst of the 1910s, they managed to find themselves spending long nights in the deep, damp French trenches, huddled together in the dark. For two and a half years, they lived like that, shaking apart with fear, both real and imagined, as the rats nibbled on their fingers and infections slowly overtook their lungs and toes. Any warrior worth their salt would know that it's not the fighting that fucks you over, but the waiting in between. The rotting wounds left to fester. The fear that threatened to eat you whole from within, if the bullets about you didn't get to you first. Together, they passed days watching their boys die, either from sickness or bullets or both, their corpses stacked around them so high, in the dark they looked like fortress walls, caging them in as they waited for the moment it would all come toppling down.

Then, the gas came pouring in.

Lewis had taken the brunt of it, in the end, ripping his gas mask off in a desperate attempt to save what was left of Dick's face. Neither of them had enough sense at the time to hear him scream in agony, clawing at his eyes until they were nothing but pulp underneath his fingernails; but the echoes of it would have a chance to ring in Dick's ears anyway. The screaming didn't stop in France.

And it took Lew years to regain his old self, in both nerves and sight; and it took even longer than that for Dick to stop dreaming of scar tissue, gnarled and twisted and angry red, in place of dark brown eyes. The damage healed a lot slower than either of them have ever experienced before, and required more outside help than either of them were comfortable with. By the time the last of Lewis' sight had been restored to him, a whole decade and several new identities had gone by, and Dick had done his best to promise: no more fighting.

They made it through another decade before he broke that one. It barely felt like a blink of an eye.

And now, here they are again. Huddled together, blanketed by dark night, with each other's blood once again under their fingernails, a new scar on Lewis' forehead, and the tangible memory of a crater in the back of his head, where the bullet found its exit and his brains had spattered out of his skull.

"Hey," Lewis breathes, sensing the dark turn Dick's thoughts have gone and reaching out for him, touching his face with cold fingertips. "I'm sorry. That was a bad joke."

Yes. It was. But Dick is not going to reprimand him for it. He's learned that jokes are Lew's best defense against the weight of their prolonged existence. Just like drink. Just like nicotine. Or just like Dick himself, his only lone companion in this casually cruel world. How could Dick ever deny him this?

Tilting their heads together, Dick guides his lips to the new scar, and resolutely tries not to think about how much longer Lew bears the marks of his deaths, and what that might mean for him. "It'll be gone tomorrow," he says, more to himself than Lew. "You'll see. Like brand new."

"Like brand new," Lewis echoes. Resigned. Going boneless as he leans all his (dead) weight into Dick's arms and buries his face in his neck. "Always brand new."

Even against the heat of Dick's skin, Lew stays cold. Dick doesn't think he's ever known a time when he was warm.

--

Dick and Lewis were made immortal sometime between 58 and 50BC, when Rome waged war against Gaul, as explained in this deleted line: "Lewis was not made for warrior-hood like Dick had been, having gone from the luxury afforded to him by his roman senator father's fortune to a miserable roman centurion on the back of a single mistake alone. He'd known almost nothing the first time he'd fallen under Dick's Gaulic blade; that his own sword had pierced Dick's chest at the same time was a mere fluke he's since been unable to replicate."

[fazedlight]

mel!!! your cat grant & max lord interlude ficlet got me to thinking - i was wondering if you had any thoughts on if they had kept maxwell lord in national city when lena luthor had arrived, what would that look like if he were a ‘tech industry’ foil instead of/in addition to morgan edge?

Oohhh yes!!! (Ficlet for reference.)

I honestly really liked Maxwell Lord’s character on the show. I was not digging the Max/Alex romance that seemed to be brewing (I just don’t think it’s possible for Alex to develop interest in someone with such clear disregard for her sister), but I really liked him being the tech foil. I think he makes a far better one than Morgan Edge, who was just a boring old out-for-himself psychopath.

Maxwell Lord, on the other hand, did feel driven by a mission. He had a deep distrust of the government due to his parents’ deaths, and I do genuinely believe that he wanted to do good in the world. But unlike Kara, he is much more cynical and practical in his approach. And much more willing to allow for collateral damage.

It kind of reminds me of the difference between Lex and Lillian. Lex is just power tripping (Jon Cryer absolutely kills it in this role, otherwise I’m not sure I’d like Lex nearly as much as I do). But Lillian is the much more interesting Luthor villain, because she genuinely thinks she’s doing good for the world - her view of the “world” is just very narrow, because it only focuses on humans, and she’s perfectly fine being a bigot. If we take it a step further with Lena’s villain era, she really served as an anti-villain - Lena’s cause was fundamentally good, but her methods were deeply misguided.

I’m trying to imagine how Max and Lena would’ve gotten along. I think, like with the Daxamite invasion where Lena and Lillian kind of team up, we could see reluctant teamups between this pair as well. But unlike Lillian, Max doesn’t really have a reason to hide the truth of Kara’s identity from Lena. Would she have figured it out sooner? Would he specifically have left clues that led Lena there?

He might even have walked in assuming that Lena knew, before realizing that she really didn’t. And from there, maybe he would’ve driven a very different type of wedge, maybe try to sow distrust. Canonically he starts out as a powerful business man, and eventually becomes involved in Cadmus...

Hear me out, but it might’ve been interesting to watch Maxwell Lord sliding into darker territories (working with Lillian, Cadmus, etc) and trying to take Lena with him. We know he’s attracted to powerful women (like Cat), and he’s smart enough that Lena might’ve found him initially interesting (like, let’s be real, this would’ve been a far more interesting romance arc than Lena/James… though in this case, I’m imagining more of an antagonistic FWB where Lena starts to see some of his points).

Lena would never join Cadmus, she’s not anti-alien. (Max might not be overtly anti-alien, but it's not important enough for him to avoid either.) But she has blind spots that it takes time for her to see (eg the alien detector), and maybe she feels more and more sympathetic to Max’s positions over time.

That puts Kara - who is more than a little in love with her best friend - in the tough spot of knowing that Max joined Cadmus, knowing he’s basically trying to seduce Lena into darkness (Kara is definitely not jealous about his other successful seduction nope nope nope it has nothing to do with that!!), and while she knows Lena would never set out to cause harm... she’s falling into a trap.

So what does Kara do? She tells Lena she’s Supergirl, and Lena now knows that both her best friend and her fuck-buddy-sometimes-romance have been lying to her all along.

I’m not imagining a villain era for Lena here, because I still think that was mostly prompted by Lena’s murder of Lex (you can see a clear delimination in my fics of when she is vs. isn’t angry about the secret, and when her anger is vs. isn’t leading to a villain era).

But she might try to go it alone, close up again and avoid people. She’d dive deep into her lab work, trying to cure cancer or something, improve humanity without interacting with anyone. The lab is safe. Science doesn’t betray you. Statistics don’t lie to you. (Statistics do lie, but she has character flaws.)

She’s content to live her life as a science-inventor-hermit…

Until Kara shows up bloodied at her door, and says “I need your help”.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

45. Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment

Ooh boy, that could apply to practically all the CR ships.

You know what? Surprise me.

45. Realization of feelings at the Worst Possible Moment setting this in vamp machina. it directly precedes this.

She's a vampire. Of course she is. Vex'ahlia is a vampire and Percy is the dumbest motherfucker on the planet. Gods forbid he know a single moment of peace. Gods forbid anything in his life be uncomplicated.

This next bit is uncomplicated, though. The next bit is simple: slay the vampire. This is what he's been doing his entire adult life. Identify the threat, neutralize it. Quick, easy, utterly uncomplicated. He pats the inner pocket of his jacket; the stake is there, where it always is.

He's halfway between his place and hers, and as he walks, strides long and quick, he doesn't think about what he left behind. He doesn't replay the memory of tears streaming thick down Keyleth's cheeks, doesn't remember the tremble of her chin as she stumbles through her desperate apology. If he thinks about Keyleth, his best friend, letting a monster tear her open and drain her blood like it didn't matter, then the stake might just end up in his own heart.

Instead he makes the mental leaps, over and over and over. Keyleth is seeing Vax. Vax is a vampire. Vax's twin is Vex. These are all facts Percy knows to be true. More facts he knows to be true: Vax and Vex still look as identical as fraternal twins can look. Vex's skin, while soft, smooth, supple, has never been warm to the touch. Vex's favorite thing to do, when they are a tangle of limbs and sweat beneath her silky sheets, is bury her nose into the crook of his neck, where his blood still churns from her expert ministrations. Percy has never seen Vex under the light of the sun.

Dumbest motherfucker. On the planet.

He's less than a block away from her apartment now. The stake feels like an anchor in his pocket. His heart pounds erratically in his throat, and he can't figure out why. So what, she's a vampire? So what, he'll be killing her in less than five minutes' time? This is what he does. It doesn't mean anything, because it can't mean anything.

So why is he a hair's breadth away from crying?

He comes to a halt on the sidewalk, nearly causing a pile-up among the other pedestrians, who shoot him annoyed looks he barely registers. Why is he a hair's breadth away from crying? Why does the though of driving this stake through Vex's heart make him want to peel his skin off, inch by inch? They're fucking. They fuck. Their sexual compatibility is off the charts, and sure, Percy can't imagine ever having anyone else in his bed again, but it's not like it's a real loss, it's not like he lo—

His heart stops. Holy shit. He's in love with her. Not just lust, not just companionship, love. He loves the way she laughs, loves the razor-sharp accuracy of her wit, loves the music she plays when she's soaking in the tub, surrounded by rose petals and bubbles the size of his fist. He loves falling asleep next to her and waking up next to her and seeing her bury her face into his pillow as he sneaks out before dawn. He can't imagine ever having anyone else in his bed again because he doesn't want his bed, he wants theirs. He wants her every thought on every subject, wants to write them down in leatherbound tomes and reference them like a scholar in the subject of her. He is utterly, completely, hopelessly in love with her, and now he's standing here, ten feet away from her stoop, and his fingers twitch up toward the stake in his jacket pocket.

He stares at her front door. The last time he walked through it, his bones felt like jelly and the smile on his face was stupid, bright. For fuck's sake, he's been in love with her for months. What a thing to realize right before he plunges this stake between her ribs.

Because he's going to do it. That's the thing that's going to kill him. He forces his legs to move, one joint after the other, and as he stomps up the few steps of her stoop, he knows that he's going to do it. He hits her buzzer, and when she drawls, "Hello?" he can barely choke out her name. It is torture, the way she sighs, "Percival," the swiftness with which she grants him entry.

He has three flights of stairs to get his head on straight. During each one, he convinces himself to do it, over and over and over. Quick, easy, uncomplicated. Slay the monster. Save the world.

He is at her door too fast, not fast enough. He knocks. She opens. She looks like heaven, like hell, like the best and worst thing that has ever happened to him. "I didn't expect to see you so soo—"

Her eyes fall onto the stake, now gripped with white knuckles at his side. The recognition comes lightning-quick; she always was so much smarter than him. For a moment, her face is impassable, and he'd give anything to know what she's thinking. Whatever he could have guessed, he'd be wrong, because in no world would he predict a smile, curling and hot, like smoke. She meets his eyes again, her expression a mystery he'll never be clever enough to solve. She steps back, opening the door wider. "Why don't you come on in?"