#without much prompt

[unknownarmageddon]

Do you have any funny head cannons for Kross?

hmm funny headcanons,,,, i’m not really sure. i haven’t specifically thought about it much

[mumblesplash]

i’ve started getting so unreasonably cranky at those posts that are like ‘i’m sick of [aspect of popular media] someone should make [opposite thing]!!!’ by people who don’t seem invested in the idea they’re pitching as anything beyond a subversion of the norm. like ok. i see where you’re coming from but where are you actually going. look me in the eyes and give me one good reason you think that story concept is possible to pull off

[somanyfandomsorkinafs]

(I am ~buzzing~ with ideas…. Allow me to release some)

Once Danny was an adult, he decided to join Ellie in her ‘permanent world tour’. It’s better than staying in Amity where the opinion of Phantom hasn’t gotten much better. Besides, the portal caused the veil to get weaker, allow ghost to wreak havoc where ever they want.

He’s met a lot new ghost cause of this too. Old as Mycenaean Greece to non humans who came to Earth and died there. Danny’s learnt so much from them that he’s basically a walking in Encyclopaedia.

So, Danny’s decided “fuck it.” and has it became a part-time history teacher. It’s fun! He knows the details by heart and is able to make it more fun than just droning on about the same old wars and whatever. He enjoys it, the kids enjoy it and the ghosts having their stories told!

Of course, this does cause some problems when people try to correct him. Danny’s argument? “I got them correct sources.”

And when anyone asks him how knows his sources are correct? “My source was there when it happened.”

Cue the dc world thinking that Danny’s just some immortal guy whose decided to use his immortality for good(TM)

[grumpy-triceratops]

🌸My Super Long Hopefully Fun Character Ask Game:

👕Appearance

What is your character's favorite physical trait they possess?

What would your character wear if they were told they had to gussy up?

Is there something about your character's appearance that they would change if possible?

Does your character have a favorite material they like to wear?

What are your character's opinion on scars?

How much interest does your character take in trends?

Is there someone your character tries to look similar to?

Does your character have a physical trait that they're known for?

What does your character smell like?

If your character could splurge on a particular garment, what would it be?

Is your character's favorite color a color they wear often?

Has your character gone through major stylistic or physical changes?

What is something your character would refuse to wear?

Is there a style your character is afraid they can’t pull off?

Would your character wear something someone else picked out for them?

Is your character's appearance more telling or deceiving?

What are your character's thoughts on wearing costumes?

Does your character have a favorite outfit?

If your character had to get a tattoo what would it be?

📦Objects

Is there an item your character doesn't like to leave without?

What gift would your character give to someone they didn't like but felt obligated to?

What type of object is likely to catch your character's attention?

Is there an item your character liked that they can’t get back? 

Would your character ever try to haggle?

What is something your character is proud to own?

Does your character ever spend more than they have?

What would it take for your character to give up an item they really like?

Does your character prefer to give or receive gifts?

Is there a type of object your character doesn’t like?

What might an acquaintance think is a good gift for your character?

Does your character personify objects?

What does your character most enjoy shopping for?

Is there an item your character is embarrassed they own or want?

Would your character prefer something bought or made personally?

Is your character willing to ask for things?

What is most important to your character when shopping?

🍽️Food and Drink

What flavor would your character say their personality is?

Would your character prefer baking, cooking or mixing drinks?

Is there a food or drink your character is unwilling to try?

How big is your character's appetite?

Does your character consider eating fun?

Would your character eat or drink something they didn't like to appease someone?

Is there food that has made your character sick?

What is your character's favorite food group?

Does your character like to try new foods?

What is a childhood meal your character cherishes?

Is your character food motivated?

Which mealtime is your character's favorite?

How much does your character care about wasting food?

Does your character prefer restaurant food or home cooked food?

What food or drink does your character consider a treat?

Is there a food texture your character doesn't like?

What kind of drinks does your character prefer?

🌤️Weather and Nature

What would your character do if they were suddenly caught in the rain?

Has your character had a meaningful encounter with an animal?

What season would your character say they're most similar to?

Is there a natural phenomenon that scares your character?

Has your character ever had an animal phase?

Would your character enjoy sky gazing?

Does your character have a good sense of direction?

What type of environment does your character like best?

Is your character good with animals?

How would your character react to snow?

What part of nature would your character most resonate with?

Could your character survive in the wilderness on their own for a week or more?

What element best represents your character?

Does your character prefer hot or cold weather?

Is there a creature that scares your character?

What celestial body would interest your character the most?

Is your character good with plants?

How willing would your character be to nap outside?

What animal would your character say best represents them?

🤝Community and Relationships

Does your character prefer company or solitude when sick?

What is your character's favorite kind of social event?

How comfortable would your character be singing and dancing in front of others?

Is your character upfront about their feelings?

Who would your character first seek if they needed medical help?

How willing would your character be to go to a party with people they don't know?

Who is your character most honest with?

How likely is it for your character to initiate a friendship?

Where is your character's comfort place?

Is there a habit your character has that they learned from someone else?

Does your character have people they think would worry about them if they got injured?

How would your character react to being put in a position of leadership?

Would your character be good at providing medical assistance?

Who would your character say knows them best?

Is there a person your character would turn to for backup in a fight?

Who would your character most want to sign their cast if they got one?

How well does your character work with others?

What is your character's favorite form of affection?

Does your character enjoy celebrating holidays?

What would it take for your character to get into a fight?

💓Mind, Body and Soul

What is a habit your character has that others might find cute?

Are there particular sounds your character is fond of?

Is your character more prone to fight or flight?

Does your character believe in myths and fairy tales?

What words could tear your character down?

How well does your character act under pressure?

Is your character good at practicing self-care?

What scents does your character find comforting?

Does your character have any allergies?

Is your character a light, medium or heavy sleeper?

Does your character have strong willpower?

Is your character more likely to give advice or seek it?

How does your character relax?

Is there a secret thing your character longs to hear?

Does your character have a sleep routine?

Would your character feel confident in a fight?

Is your character more energized in the morning, afternoon or at night?

How often does your character have nightmares?

Are there scents your character dislikes?

Is there a fear your character wants to learn to overcome?

If your character had to act in a play what role would they think they’d best perform?

Does your character have a high pain tolerance?

🎲 Hobbies and Activities

What kind of games does your character most enjoy playing?

Does your character have a secret hobby?

What is a talent your character wishes they had?

Is there an activity your character used to enjoy that they now dislike?

Which does your character try to prioritize more, work or hobbies?

Does your character work better with creative or technical endeavors?

What is a talent that your character is proud of?

Is your character more outdoorsy or indoorsy?

What is a topic your character would be excited to talk about? 

Is there a skill your character doesn’t know they’re bad at?

Does your character have any injury stories?

What kind of music does your character enjoy?

Has your character ever made something for themselves or someone else?

What is your character’s opinion on cheating in games?

How good is your character at following through on projects?

What’s an activity that reminds your character of someone else?

Does your character prefer music or silence?

What is a topic your character wouldn't want to talk about?

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Incubus x Reader

“Hey, Doll. Why don’t you join me for a bath?” Tynan asks, an easy smirk on his face. He likes watching your reactions, whether you’re teasing him or getting flustered. It’s cute, honestly.

Oh man, Tynan thinks. He’s really down bad. He didn’t really think he’d (1) want you beyond a physical relationship and (2) want to capture you so you’ll be wholly his, forced to rely on him and only him. These thoughts used to baffle him (and maybe they do still baffle him somewhat), but he honestly doesn’t care too much anymore. Still…

Tynan isn’t sure when his breaking point was.

Was it when he was first lured in by your dreams? When he first got a taste of you? When he first decided to stay for a little longer than he usually would?

You appealed to Tynan’s tastes quite a bit, more than any other human had, but that wasn’t his breaking point, was it? Your guardian angel and his obsession with you was intriguing, but that certainly wasn’t Tynan’s breaking point, either. Sure, your guardian angel gave Tynan some source of amusement and it was a surprise that you could even see your own guardian angel, but that wasn’t enough to make Tynan spiral.

His competitiveness with your guardian angel did make Tynan more touchy and affectionate (and wow, did he like touching you), but that wasn’t his breaking point, either.

Tynan seriously can’t wrap his head around it. Sex is casual. Relationships are casual. But here you are, making him want to get consumed by you. Here you are, making him jealous of all things. 

Tynan doesn’t like emotions or attachments – it’s pointless, really – but he wants to overload you with his feelings for you, attaching you to his side forever. He wants to take you back with him to his home so he can lock you up and hide you away from the world forever. If you’re there, he doesn’t need anyone else. He’ll never need anyone else ever again.

“Tynan?” you call, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Do you want me to wash your hair?” 

The question makes him smile. You’re really too cute. It’s to the point that you’re the only thing that matters to him.Yeah, that’s right – it doesn’t matter what his breaking point was. All that matters is that you’ve made him break his long streak of detachment and he’s not planning on ever letting go.

[savanir]

DP x DC prompt [25]

Instead of Damian, Danny is twins with Jon Kent.

For the most part not much changes besides the fact that learning how to handle slowly emerging kryptonian powers is a lot easier to deal with when you have someone there who is going through the exact same shit.

The first meeting between the superboys and Robin Damian goes about as well as you would expect by the way… 

“Two of them? Two of Them!?”

“yes, they are twins Robin”

“One would be bad enough but now I have to deal with two!?” he turns to the superboys, “whatever tag teaming schemes you two will come up with, it won’t work!”

“Robin…”

So yeah… 

Things stay very the same, right up until they get rejected for the titans at age 10 and while Jon decides to go with their grandfather Jor-El into space, Danny doesn’t.

You see, Jon took the rejection a bit harder than Danny did and Danny figures that this trip into space will be good for Jon, and perhaps they need to figure out who they are separately from each other.

So Jon goes into space and Danny stays on Earth.

And Danny has his own life altering adventures in the following two weeks after that because even though kryptonians are really awful with magic, Danny somehow gets involved with a whole bunch of it when through paranormal occult shenanigans he half dies and now has some new powers on top of his already existing ones.

However, it’s not until he’s faced with his suddenly now 6 to 7 years older twin after those two weeks that he’s really regretting not going with Jon into space.

[benevolenterrancy]

(Unseen Academicals, Terry Pratchett) I think Shang Qinghua and Ponder Stibbons should have tea and compare notes about somehow accumulating so much behind-the-scenes power by doing menial jobs no one else wants that they could basically run the show if they wanted...

meanwhile we have Shen "meh good enough" Qingqiu

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Over the years Tim had lead, taught and helped countless other teens come into thier powers and said teens looked at him like he hung the stars. They admired him greatly and wanted to do something to make thier mentor/big brother figure proud.

So when they found Tims soulmate they were absolutely ecstatic.

Yeah sure, the guy was the child of evil mad scientists and apparently the heir of a creepy fake vampire supervillian but they'd seen weirder couples in the hero community. They just needed to convince him to join the heros side!

Naturally they try to kidnap Danny and he has no idea whats going on other than a bunch of kids in superhero costumes are trying to abduct him. Between his powers as Phantom, that they seem to not know about (thank the ancients that ghosts don't show up well of pictures and that he started wearing a mask) and his own parents paranoid housebuilding techniques Danny escapes them easily.

Danny figured they would leave him alone eventually, right? If not he would have to call the cops for stalking and harassment.

If that didn't work he would just set all the house lazers to stun. Worst case scenario he might have to call the Justice League emergency line and yell at them to come get thier kids.

It would also be funny if he just kicked them out as Phantom

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 163

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath, counting to ten and then letting it out. Why was this always his luck? Alright. Okay. Time to move again thanks to Dan pushing his body too far again, and ending up in his core. This was not how he was expecting to spend his days when he ghost-adopted his clone and sort-of son now actual son. Welp, he’ll throw a dart at the map to figure out where he’ll go next. 

Hm. Well, pack up Ellie! They’re moving to a place called Smallville, you always wanted a horse, right?

[darkeneddawning]

Escaped clone au

You know all those fics where Danny and Damian are twins but everyone first assumes Danny must be a clone? How about an au where Danny is Damian's clone who escaped the League after he was assumed dead. Damian could even have been the one to have "killed" him, back when Danny was a newly created, fully brainwashed clone minion and trying to kill Damian himself.

Danny gets adopted by the Fentons and canon goes on as normal, until Dan. Witnessing what would happen to the world should he turn evil really drove home to Danny how dangerous he is.

Even if he was confident he could be trusted with his absurd amount of power (which he isn't), what if the League of Assassins found out about him? Does he still have programming triggers from his evil assassin clone conditioning?

So, Danny does the responsible thing: he goes to Batman to turn himself in.

Cue Danny showing up on Bruce's doorstep with ghost hunting equipment, intel on the afterlife, and an almost unbelievable backstory. Somehow he still managed to be more well-adjusted than Damian.

More thoughts under the read more

Here's how I'm thinking Danny leaving the League went down:

After surviving his wounds but failing his mission, Danny (then an unnamed potential Damian replacement) knew there was no point in returning to the League. As a failure, he was meant to be disposed of. He even thought of simply allowing himself to perish, since that was what the League would do.

But he couldn't help but feel as though that would be a waste of a resource. Surely he could be of more use to the League alive than dead?

That tiny bit of rebellious logic is what caused Danny to go into hiding, only living on based on the off chance he would find opportunities to further the League's goals. Obviously, that mentality didn't last long after being exposed to the real world and meeting one Jazz Fenton.

Being adopted by the Fentons was the best cover Danny could have asked for, since any odd behavior he couldn't hide while he was learning how to be "normal" was totally overshadowed by the sheer bizarre eccentricity of his new parents. He was still the neighborhood weird kid, but even that was a major upgrade from disposable tool, so Danny considered it a win.

Anyway, if anyone likes this idea, please feel free to have at it! Interpret it as you please :)

[themeraldee]

Awkward sex prompt: homelander figuring out how to control his strength with a human reader, who still wants rough sex, but would prefer to be alive at the end of it.

[Masterlist]

18+ Only | 1.2k | Homelander x gn!Reader | Realistic sex. Communicating during sex. Choking. Penetration (but not specified). Fluff at the end.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“But I want you to.” 

It really should have been no surprise to Homelander when you requested he goes a little rougher on you in bed. At first he was taken aback, stopping the pace he was fucking into you with, jerking his head back as if offended, choking on his breath in surprise. You know who he is, bringing up the use of his strength is no small ask. But you’ve shown the signs before. He could hear the spike in your heart rate anytime he’d showcase the incomprehensible strength he possesses. Whether it was him moving heavy objects, accidentally bending steel frames in his penthouse or breaking furniture—like that one time he ripped the headboard off during a particularly fine blowjob—you loved it. Though he never thought that your dirty little thoughts went straight to him using that strength on you. 

“What if I can’t hold back?” He looks down where you’re right below him, all flushed and spread out for him. He’s been giving you a damn good time but it’s like you can never get enough of him. Always wanting more, more, more.

“You can. You’ve been doing it your entire life. Adding a tiny bit more pressure isn’t gonna change anything.”

The one thing Homelander loves about you the most is the pure trust you have in him. After all you’ve seen of him you still believe that there’s no world in which he would purposefully hurt you. So to hear you all but beg for him to use strength that has more than decimated many gets his heart soaring. The feeling of acceptance and unconditional love blooms warm in his chest spreading all the way out to the fingertips currently wrapped around your neck.

“Come on, what’s the point of being the strongest man in the world if you can’t rough me up a bit? I’ll tell you if it’s too painful okay?”

Your hand sat on top, your fingers tracing over his as you squeezed your hand.

“A little more.” You guide him verbally and manually. Your hand is still squeezing around his own until you reach a point where you’re satisfied with his confidence to do this himself and you pull your hand away. “Yeah, that’s it.” You squeak out a little breathlessly as he restricts your airflow.

“That’s good?” He asks, choking on his words halfway at the way you squeeze around him while he’s still lodged firmly inside you. He jerks with his movement, giving you a very short snappy thrust but after your little intermission where you taught him how to choke even this little sensation made you moan.

Homelander’s eyes widen when he realizes the sheer potential of your request. Not only could he hear your heartbeat, your shaky breaths and moans, he could now also feel them. Right against his fingertips. The moan vibrated against his hot skin, your heartbeat constantly thrumming all around him. He felt it in the way you were tight and clenching around him and now he felt it under his grip.

He released his hand a little, settling the palm of it in between your collarbones.

“See? Wasn’t that good? I love feeling your strength, let me have a little more of it.” You say it with such conviction, inviting him in, accepting him exactly—no, especially—because of the way he is.

The last thing Homelander wants is to not be able to fulfill your needs. As much as the thought of hurting you—actually hurting you—kills him, if it’s something you find excitement in he’ll be damned if he doesn’t deliver.

He pulls you down the length of the bed a little bit to give himself more space and with a grin he pins your wrists above your head, holding them down against the mattress with little effort. He knows he’s doing something right when that startles you, you let out a cute yelp that quickly turns into a moan. God, he could eat you up with the way you’re looking at him. But he’s gonna need to leave that for round two. Now he’s here to fulfill a wish.

He slowly picks up the pace. He’s thrusting slow and deep while his other hand freely explores your body underneath him, giving it generous squeezes as he goes. He’s testing the give of you. Learning where he can apply the pressure you so desperately crave. 

He’s fucking into your faster now, grunting at the sheer heat of you surrounding his cock with every slide. His hand glides up your body, settling back on your neck. He gives you a look as if he was warning you of what’s to happen. Yet he still manages to catch you off guard. With the snap of his hips and the iron-clad grip of his hand your eyes widen in what Homelander only translates to fear.

Immediately, he lets go.

“Why did you stop?!” You look at him, your own hand gliding across where his hand was squeezing a second ago, as if to chase the phantom feeling, recreating it yourself.

“Why did I stop? You got scared and I don’t want to fucking kill you!” He sounds angry but it’s mainly to hide the genuine worry that comes with this irresponsible play. It’s already hard for him to hold back anytime you’re having normal sex. Wanting him to rough you up conjures very different imagery in either one of your minds.

“Baby, the scary part is the best bit. I know you’ll stop before it’s too much. You can feel the give of my body. Let yourself feel that, okay?” You say softly, soothing his fears. In your entire relationship he’s not managed to hurt you, you don’t imagine it was about to start now.

“Now come on, I wanna cum with your hand around my neck.” You give him a cheeky smile that breaks him out of any doubts he had about manhandling you the way you’ve requested.

He’s given you exactly what you’ve asked for. Just enough squeeze and pressure that you feel so overwhelmed with the greatness of his presence pinning you down and nearly squeezing the life out of you that you succumb to your release. Homelander follows you there, unable to hold off after seeing the way you look at him with such adoration right after he let your airways open fully and you regained your senses. 

After you’re both beyond blissed out you snuggle up to one another, locking the jigsaw pieces of your bodies together.

Homelander traces a finger across the bruised finger marks wrapping around your neck. Part of him relishes in the way he’s managed to brand you where you won’t be able to hide it easily. Even with a scarf or a turtleneck, any slight move of the garment will expose the impressive size of your lovingly placed bruises. 

The other part of him isn’t that happy about it.

“I hurt you.”

“Duh! I wanted you to!” You scoff as if it was the most obvious thing.

His fingers trace over them some more before he leans in, placing a soft kiss against the marred skin.  

“You’re fucking crazy.” He lets out a little disbelieving laugh as he pulls you closer into his arms.

“Yeah, you’ve been rubbing off on me.”

“Nope, this is all you.” 

“Maybe. Hey, can we try spanking next?”

Taglist (you can add yourself to be tagged anytime I publish a new Homelander story): @infinetlyforgotten  @rafecamsgirlll @nervoussystemss

[ragnarockz]

Violent Delights Have Violent Ends (Sugar Mommy!Agatha x Sugar Baby!Reader)

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Part 1 - Sweet Tooth

Part 2 - Once Bitten, Twice Shy

Synopsis: You've done exactly what Agatha's told you to do; because of course you would. You only want to make your Mommy proud, right? Desperate and on her doorstep; you step once again into her world. But today, this world of Agatha's you've come to understand, is tilted on its axis for you to bear witness to.

Word Count: 2.5K

Fandom: Marvel - Agatha All Along

Characters: Agatha Harkness, Reader, Rio Vidal

Rating: NSFW

Warnings: Age gap, Sugar Mommy/Sugar Baby relationship, Mommy kink, praise kink, dirty talk, pet names, smut, swearing, money for favors/sex, descriptions of sexual acts, descriptions of nudity, masturbation, lingerie, teasing, exhibitionism, kissing, vaginal fingering

Music Inspo: Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations, Black Magic Woman - Santana, #1 Crush - Garbage, Leash - Sky Ferreira, Daisy - Ashnikko, Sour Patch - Ruby Waters

The vision of you was something you couldn't decipher in your own mind as Agatha helped herself.

You stood there in all your glory; proud and important and picturesque in white. Just for her. Just for Agatha.

The woman was still submerged in the bath and with how close you were standing to the side of her tub, you could see her skilled fingers disappear between her legs. Her face was pinched but in the sweetest of ways; completely engrossed in means of pleasuring herself. You felt your thighs start to shake and wondered if your knees would give out. This was torture in ways you had never dreamed of knowing.

Her simple sounds of pleasure, small moans and slight gasps, made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and a flush of heat rose in your body. Your mind was screaming at you to touch her; just bend down and dip your hand into the soapy water to chase her fingers away and fill her up yourself.

But you knew you couldn't because, whatever Agatha says, goes.

And she hadn't said anything about needing or using your help to help herself.

"Agatha...what...do you want me to do?"

You barely whisper as you peer down into the tub and soak in the sight before you. You should be thankful, lucky to be given the privilege to be standing here and watching Agatha completely exposed in front of you. Your eyes can't help but to land on the swell of her breasts as they move against her arm that's pressed against the left side of herself; fingers pumping away underneath. You chew the inside of your cheek and know that she won't be replying with words.

Her eyes slowly open back up and she turns her head once more to look your way. You feel your stomach drop from the smile she gives you.

She knows something you don't.

Her gaze burns into yours as her hand moves a little more frantically and she sits herself up a little straighter, taller. She's almost folding into herself now and the sight is definitely something you could only label as pornographic. Her face only conveys the feelings she has for you and the ability to fuck herself in front of you. Sure, she'd had her actual way with you many times but this, right now, seems even more intimate than any of those moments before.

And suddenly, her hand emerges from between her legs and the water and she's gripping the side of the tub. You watch as the soapy water slips off of her arm; her breasts. You're tongue-tied and all you can do is stare and gawk at the woman before you.

You step back from the tub to give her room to get out. You never take your eyes off of Agatha, even when you bend down to pick up her robe to hand to her. She merely brushes you off as she gets out of the tub and something inside of you wants to argue that her action was cold.

She's being selfish. She's using you. She's about to toss you away.

And all those fears you have to swallow once more because of course, she's reaching for a towel first. You let out a sigh of relief and she turns to stare at you; an amused grin covers her face now.

"Worried, Sweet Thing? You shouldn't be...not ever."

You nod your head, close your eyes for a brief second before you open them again and smile at her. All those warm and fuzzy and ridiculously hot feelings come rushing right back at you like a tidal wave. You can feel the heat between your legs; the painful and uncomfortably throb that only Agatha knows how to remedy.

Agatha quickly dries herself off with her towel before she reaches out for her robe, letting the towel slip away from herself. Her hand ghosts yours; fingers rubbing against your fingers as she gingerly takes her robe back. She makes sure you're paying attention, of course, as she flips her hair back over her shoulder and slips her robe back on. You don't even know where to train your gaze as every single inch of Agatha Harkness is too delicious to ignore.

She leaves her robe untied as she stares at you; sizing you up in your white lingerie set. You've almost forgotten you've been wearing nothing but that as you've watched Agatha. You can feel the tension in the bathroom grow bigger and bigger and wonder if she's going to fuck you right then and there in that room.

But, it's as if Agatha reads your mind in some sort of way as she flicks her wrist to a 'come hither' motion before she turns on her feet and glances at you from over her shoulder.

Your beck and call; an invisible leash attached to you.

"My bed is a lot more comfortable...come...Pet..."

-

Agatha's bedroom is dark when you enter into it minus the candles that are strewn around the room and have already been lit. She must have had them that way before you came over; leaving them to burn alone in her room. She leads you in deeper; luring you in until she takes a seat on the edge of her bed and her robe spills open.

Your mouth turns dry and every depraved thought fills your mind as you stare at her without holding back. At this point, you're allowed to look at her this way and she at you. There's this sense of ownership, of belonging to one another that you find hard to explain.

Sure, she bought you a lot of things and filled you up with herself. Agatha Harkness is hard to ignore.

She's staring you down in silence and from the candle light bouncing around her room it's almost ominous. There's a smile on her lips that you cannot read; something lurking behind her face and for the first time with her, you wonder if you're in trouble.

Not, Agatha spanking you over her lap while you come relentlessly on her fingers, trouble.

Something deeper; unknown.

A candle blows out to your right and you know it was blown; you heard the puff of air release from someone's mouth. Agatha is still sitting on her bed with her robe slinking off of her; her right breast completely uncovered.

"I was wondering when I would get to meet you..."

The voice is a whisper, like the candle smoke itself.

You always forget Agatha has a chair tucked away in the corner of her bedroom; a place she sometimes takes you when she wants to fuck you senseless. But, as you've come to learn, she loves her bed more.

But that chair. It's occupied. Your blood runs cold and your mouth turns to cotton now for other reasons.

Agatha turns her head to look over her right shoulder; her face partially covered by her long, wild hair. You can feel that she's smiling at whoever is sitting there. Sharing some deep, dark secret that obviously you're not part of.

Not yet, anyway.

The figure doesn't get out of their chair, her chair, as you come to make sense of the voice. It's another woman sitting there; watching you both. And Agatha is smiling at her. Not an intruder but a guest.

"Agatha..."

You manage to croak out from your uncertainty of what's unfolding before you. But, Agatha doesn't turn her head back to look at you. She's in her own little world as she lifts up her left hand to pull the right side of her robe down further until it's completely off of her, exposing herself. You swear you hear the voice in the chair sigh at the sight of Agatha undressing.

And the feeling that creeps up inside of you now isn't fear or confusion. It's jealousy.

You should be the one who's sighing at the sight of Agatha undressing for you.

"Agatha."

You basically bark through your teeth now as you take another step towards her bed. She then, very slowly, turns her head to look at you. Her eyes are like bowls of reflecting water as she stares you down. She's not sorry; far from it. She completely disrobes and drops it before her, onto the floor of her bedroom. The air hangs still and quiet and you're not sure who in the room is going to make the next move.

"You should give Agatha what she wants...she's waiting..."

The voice cuts the silence and you flinch from it. It's raw and real and honest. Of course Agatha is waiting for you; she's the one who gave you money to buy the lingerie set you're wearing now so you could show up here and be completely devoured by her. It was all for Agatha; always for Agatha.

She's the means to the end and you know it; cannot run or hide from that glaring, burning fact.

You close the gap between yourself and her bed and Agatha herself.

You're up on her bed before you know it; crawling towards her on hands and knees as she backs herself up against her pillows and headboard. That dangerous look is still in her eyes, written on her smile. She knows something you don't and, truthfully, it scares you. However, you're in far too deep to be that concerned; especially with the way her hands have come up to touch you now.

Her nails gently scratch up your thighs before her fingers pluck at the garter straps like an angel playing a harp. You sigh, eyes closing for a second before you dare your right hand out towards her to touch her back.

"...That's it, Babygirl...give Mommy what she's been waiting for..."

And how can you refuse when Agatha is underneath you, looking and sounding like that? You act on impulse as your hand continues to move until you're cupping Agatha between her legs and feeling the warmth, wet heat against her pubic hair and skin. Not just from the bath she had been soaking in moments before but, she is wet.

That wetness just for you.

There's a question burning in your mind as you rub your palm against her; fingers teasing to dip inside of her. She's holding her breath all the while; unsure when to cross the line between stoicism and ecstasy. You want her so badly to relax under you, against you and you know from the way her gaze flits to the left, that it's because of whoever is occupying that chair.

"Agatha...Mommy...just...focus on me for right now...please..."

You whisper as you bring your face closer to hers, trying to bridge the gap between the two of you. You need her to reel herself back in and away from whoever is on the other side of the room. You want Agatha here, right here with you because you know the second she comes undone it'll feel like heaven on earth.

You let your fingers dip inside of her and aren't surprised how wet she is around your fingers. Agatha melts; shifts under you like she's becoming a different person. Some facade of her slips away as her face changes before you; a little more comfortable, relaxed. She's sinking into you as her hips roll up towards your hand, your fingers. You keep your palm flat so she can use it to grind into; the bud of her clit throbbing against your skin. You feel the moment cement you both to one another, that is, until the third person in the room shifts.

You hear them get up from the chair and can feel them closing in behind you. You so badly want to look over your shoulder and see who exactly Agatha's invited. None of it feels right but there was something that settled over you the second you walked into Agatha's bedroom. A sense of belongings, normalcy. There was someone meant to be sitting there watching you finger Agatha all along.

"You do such a good job in treating my wife well...look how wet you're getting her..."

Before the words can even sink into your understanding, Agatha throws her head back a little more against the pillows behind her and moans. Deep and honest and guttural. You feel her muscles contract around your fingers, milking you as she's coming very quickly to reach her orgasm. You gasp at the sensation, the words, Agatha's noises that are filling the room.

Wife.

Agatha's wife.

Your head snaps back over your shoulder now and you can't get a proper look at the woman standing there. Not when Agatha is rocking her hips to your fingers, making your body sway as she moves hers. You feel the sharp cut of pain in your wrist and the stiffness in your neck as you try to adjust your eyes.

You open your mouth to say something, anything. Relish in the comment or reject it but as your mouth parts to speak, that woman moves faster than you thought anyone could. She basically comes crashing down onto the bed, right beside you, as her right hand cups your chin and pulls you into a deep kiss.

Your mind blurs, eyes unfocused before they close. Heart hammering away in your chest. You hear Agatha laugh as her hands grab your wrist to keep your fingers deep inside of her. The woman moans into your mouth as she slips her tongue past your lips.

You're sinking into something you didn't know existed; mind bending as you try to solve the equation from both ends.

The smoke from the candles smothers you, chokes you. You can barely see through it, like a fog that suddenly settled in Agatha's bedroom. She's still laughing but words, at least you think they are, slip in between. Agatha's wife has broken away from your lips but she still holds your chin and forces you to keep her gaze away from Agatha.

You panic.

What does she not want you to see?

-

The fog never lifts; only growing heavier as all the candles in the room seem to blow out at the same exact time. Your muscles are burning in your wrist and neck; contorted in such a way where you're literally trapped between these two women.

There's a draining feeling filling you up and in that moment, where the woman holding your chin pushes your head back to neutral, you realize that the white lingerie set you're still wearing was intentional.

Purity. Innocence. Sacrificial shroud.

You read something once when you had gone down a rabbit hole of mythology and folklore of demons taking the form of beautiful women who would use their prowess to drain the life force of others through sexual gains.

Not for nothing; as violent delights must have their violent ends.

Agatha is stronger now because of you and her wife cannot wait to have her turn with you.

She has a job to do now.

[sthilarions]

(We’re working in a slight AU where cats can see ghosts but can’t talk because otherwise this would get weird. I considered a bunny or a ferret to avoid the issue but - whatever. Anyway)

Charles faced Edwin’s empty chair behind the desk, addressing it, in the empty office. “Edwin. So - I know you’re going to be kind of mad. And I know about the Puppy Debacle. And that was bad all around, you were all the way right that time, I’m not saying you weren’t. But after the case at the shelter today - it’s just, he reminded me so much of you, with that little head tilt, yeah?”

He paused. “And we have Crystal and Niko around now anyway so it’s not like we’re still keeping the no living rule, at this point, and, he’s got this little marking on his neck like your bowtie, and he came right up to me to play but then this big guy came in and he curled up against the wall and he looked just like you did in - and there’s no version of this where I don’t come get you, is there, even if you’re a cat, and - ”

He smacked himself, hard, on the head, with his free hand. “Fucking stupid, Charles, why would you even say that? You’re gonna have to come up with something way better than that. Fuck.”

There was a sound from behind him and Charles jumped violently and hid his cargo in his coat. He did not turn around.

“Charles,” Edwin said, from behind him. “You are not stupid, fucking or otherwise. However - ” he paused. “I don’t suppose you could turn around?”

Charles shook his head. “I’d rather not just at the mo’, mate,” he said, holding his coat shut.

“As you wish. As I was saying, to you instead of to an empty chair, I will note, I, ah, I know I was the one to initially stand against the Infamous Puppy Debacle of ‘94, but it has been thirty-one years since then, and our lifestyles have shifted, and the circumstances are rather different now than then. She’s not a hellhound, to start with - ”

“Wait, hang on,” Charles said. “Whaddayamean, ‘she’?”

Edwin took a deep breath. He was getting better at doing that without being told. “When we were separated, at the shelter. And I was looking in their Special Care area. They said she had been - ” Edwin broke off.

“Hurt,” he continued, “for a while, but she’s ready to adopt now, they just hadn’t moved her out yet to keep things familiar for her. And she came up to me immediately, even though she looked so scared when I walked in, and you know dogs can’t see our disguises so she must have had a near-death experience before, and she licked my hand, which was a very slimy experience but we can find a way to protect the books and ingredients and other items, I’m sure there must be an anti-drool charm somewhere, and when the poltergeist started attacking she tried to get in between it and me even though she was trembling, you may have heard the barking before I got back to you? And they said that Saint Bernards are actually quite good in flats, so long as they get walks, and - ”

Sometime partway through that monologue Charles had spun around. He wasn’t quite sure when, because he’d immediately had his brain go almost completely blank at the sight of the absolutely massive dog standing, jowls in what looked kinda like a loose grin, dangling long trails of drool, at Edwin’s side.

Edwin finally cut himself off, looking down towards Charles’s chest, where his coat had fallen open when his arms loosened as a result of his shock. “And they said she’s very good with cats,” Edwin concluded. “So that’s all right.”

Charles bent over in delighted laughter, careful not to squeeze the cat in his arms. “Well,” he said, after getting the laughter under control a bit, “they told me this little guy was very good with dogs. So I guess that works out.”

Charles looked at the dog for a minute, and Edwin looked at the cat for a minute, and then they both spoke at the same second. “Crystal’s going to be furious.”

[rosurie]

dress up time <3

1-3 are westworld au designs for Noé and angel Damsel ♡

this would be a loop where Damsel and Noé are still together as siblings in Noé's weird cult ♡ Damsel is programmed to be a "recruiter" [aka she is the catalyst for starting the cult horror storyline]. Noémie is, of course, the cult leader.

4-6: I somehow ended up making myself a fem kylar dress up doll and so here's kylar dress ups

[snapcracklepop-myjoints]

when i say "any pronouns" it does not mean "you are allowed to default to exclusively using the pronouns that you view as corresponding to my presumed sex or gender presentation" it means all fucking pronouns.

[shrimp-child]

King In Black!Peter Parker in DC Universe except he's physically disabled and turned All-Black the Necrosword into a cane specifically so that whenever anyone goes looking for the sword he can just hand them his cane and giggle. Hard-On For Swords Person: Give me the All-Black! Peter: Okay. [hands them his cane] Sword-Lover: This is your cane. Peter: And it's All-Black. He goes to some city & meets a magician like Zatanna or Constantine (or both) and the entire interaction is just: Peter: ...Buddy you good? Magician: Why does that cane radiate malevolence? All-Black: THEY KNOW. KILL THEM! KILL THEM- Peter, ignoring everything A-B said but the first part: Is this your first time seeing a disabled person??? Magician: Your cane is evil. Peter: I know. Once snapped and caused me to land flat on my face. Annoying bastard. Magician: ...You know what, this is none of my business.