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vvo1d1ing · 6 months

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... Okay, listen, I had this idea, I wrote it, I didn't beta it, and fuck it, I'm now posting it.

I usually post my fanfics on ao3 but since this is a very short One Shot that is mostly just a dumb thought I had, I'm posting it here.

English isn't my first language and I'm sure if I spent more time on this, it'd flow better. But I, I just need to post it and hope better writers see my idea and make fics of Durge and Gortash having much more of these "Deniable acts of kidness and love because if I try to actually show romantic or sexual interest in you, I'm going to kill you." moments that make me feral.

If you read this, hopefully you'll enjoy it. In mind while writing it I had my Durge but I tried to keep it any descriptor to a minimum so you can kind of maybe imagine your own Durge easier (if you like this, idk, my writing is all over the place)

TW: Slight dubious consent and mentions of human taxidermy, murder, stabbing, slitting throats. Nothing really gets described, mostly just thought about or mentioned in conversation.

What was there to say about Lord Enver Gortash? He was charismatic, he was inventive, he was the biggest bastard The Dark Urge knew but besides these few admirable qualities, he was a prick, he was a moron, he managed to be more annoying than having a pebble stuck in one's shoe. The Dark Urge wanted nothing more than to rip that smug grin off his face but they couldn't because that would ruin their plans.

Or so they told themselves every night.

What they didn't wish to admit to themselves and even less to him, is that behind all their opinions and critiques, they admired him. All of him. Though they cared little for Bane, they admired Gortash's devotion to him. They admired his ingenuity, especially for tinkering with machines that they never would've thought of and even less heard of. They admired the way his hair always looked perfectly messy, the way his eyes would soften when he looked at them, the way he laughed when they said something supposedly funny. If that wasn't enough, they enjoyed how he made them feel their own heartbeat when he'd call them his 'Favourite Assassin' or 'Friend', though the one they loved and hated the most was when they'd be alone, planning for possible circumstances that could ruin their plan and he'd simply whisper-

"Dearest?" He basically purred it out, only loud enough for them to hear it. They only wished to acknowledge his presence with a glance but before they could, they felt his hand touch their spine and travel upwards. Too much. Too much touch!

Without a warning they grabbed him by the neck with one hand, pinning him down on the table in front of them and pressing down just enough to keep him in place as they took out their dagger and stabbed it right next to his head.

"I've warned you before. One more time and I'm cutting that hand of yours off. Do you understand?"

"Such empty threats, if you meant it I know you would've already begun hacking it off."

When the Dark Urge warned him first for grabbing them by the waist, they left a nasty stab wound in his shoulder. When he tried to touch their thigh during a meeting with Kethric, they made a quick cut against his fingers. When he used the opportunity to help the Dark Urge with taking off their coat and barely managed to kiss the back of their neck, he got hit in the face with their elbow.

The damage they have done was never permanent, besides maybe the stab wound, and never something that couldn't be healed…something they never would. And Gortash knew that. Oh he knew that and he would use that knowledge to its full advantage.

Growling under their breath, they let go off his neck but as they pulled the dagger out of the table, they on purposely pulled it in a way where it would gently cut Gortash's cheek.

"Insufferable scum…" The tiefling said as if spitting out venom before they focused their attention back on the papers they were looking at before. The list of murders they committed in the name of the Absolute, only a few more left to do before they were to go to Moonrise to see how the situation is going there, by what Ketheric wrote it's all going by plan but he couldn't be trusted. Nor could Gortash be.

"Your insufferable scum, my dear." He sounded just as smug as he probably looked, but they didn't react to it. They knew that that's what he was after.

To change the topic and stop their thoughts from drifting away to the idiot, they started to speak about Ketheric, a topic they knew would make Gortash less annoying to talk with. The mere mention of his name was enough to make his smile turn into a disappointed frown.

Though even as they talked about Ketheric, their mind began to drift. They noticed how his shirt was slightly more open than usual, how there were a few strands of his hair that they knew were out of place, how his fingers just twitched a slight bit whenever they mentioned Ketheric. Though their mind and gaze lingered the longest on his jaw. He hasn't shaved for at least a week by what they could tell.

Mid-way through him talking, they decided to mention it.

"You haven't shaved."

He looked confused for a moment, before touching his cheek with the back of his fingers and knuckles, checking with his touch just how noticeable it was. "I haven't indeed. Strange of you to point it out, friend."

"It annoys me." The Dark Urge explained plain and simply.

"Simply do not stare at it then, you're usually quite good at ignoring my face."

"But I'll still know it's there. Fix it."

"Making demands that I go to a barber right now just because it annoys you? Please, don't make me laugh, we have much more important things to do now." He mocked the tiefling, looking at them with slight disbelief at what they were asking of him.

"Then let me shave it for you. It's bothering me."

"Let you- Haha! Absolutely not. As much as I enjoy our usual game, it would be ridiculous of me to trust that your twitching knife hand won't slit my throat the second I present it to you."

"If I wanted to kill you I wouldn't use such petty tactics. I'd just do it. Not to mention, I find slitting throats to not be any fun unless the person is hanging upside down."

"Morbid.." Gortash mumbled under his breath, instinctively touching his throat and somewhat scratching at the imaginary cut he just felt.

"More importantly, I need you for our plan to work. Killing you now would be a waste of all the time and resources we put into this…It would also be disobeying the wishes of our gods."

"I suppose you are right about that…" He sighed, slightly disappointed in himself as he now knew he had little excuses to get him out of this. Looking away in thought before looking back at the Dark Urge. "Fine. Shave me then. Though from where will you-"

"Sceleritas!" They snapped, their imp butler appearing from behind them and stepping to their side with a small bow.

"Yes, my vile master?"

"Bring me my razor...and the cream I use for my taxidermy."

"Right away, my lord!"

Gortash did not ask for what reason The Dark Urge used cream on taxidermied animals, but he was wrong in thinking they were animals. After all, he never saw what their room looked like in the temple of Bhaal and it was for the best. The ten or so stuffed corpses wouldn't have made for a relaxed visit.

As soon as Sceleritas came back with the items requested, the Dark Urge had Gortash sit in a chair and lift his head up. Forcing him to lean and relax a bit as they went behind him and took the items from Sceleritas before shoo-ing him away.

They grabbed his face with their left hand, forcing it to lean to the side before leaning the blade against his throat where his beard hairs just started.

And they just began to shave. Carefully and with patience, they made sure to not make a single mistake, not leave a single hair uncut. They were a bit aggressive with handling his face but one couldn't deny that they didn't do this with love. He could see a bit just how focused they were, just how much they cared to do this without properly hurting him.

And they knew just how much they used this as an excuse to touch him, to be close to him and to allow themselves for just a moment to escape into a world where they could take care of Gortash. When they were done and made sure to brush away all the fallen hairs they could, they opened up the cream and took a bit of it on their fingers before applying it on the shaved areas.

This was when he was able to feel just how soft and caring their touch could be. Even if they tried to deny it, the fact they took the care into not just shaving him but also taking care of skin, was such a clear sign that they could actually be loving, if they wanted to.

Lost in the act, Gortash didn't seem to hear when the Dark Urge was done and told him as such but was brought back into reality when they snapped their fingers to call upon Sceleritas once more to take away the items.

"I…Thank you. This is probably the smoothest shave I have gotten."

"Don't care. I only did so it doesn't bother me."

A lie so clear it was basically written all over their face as they looked at him with a glare.

"Right."

"...Right."

After a moment of silence, the tiefling was quick to try and move back to talking about their plans. And was as usual, back to avoiding looking at Gortash as they spoke.

#durgetash #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 enver gortash #bg3 dark urge #bg3 durge #lord gortash #lord enver gortash #bg3 the dark urge #the dark urge #fanfic #fanfiction #one shot

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horizon-verizon · 1 year

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If Daemyra and Alys/Aemond are foils, how will they be presented to us on screen?

I'm bad at predictions, anon, so try not to be too disappointed with me. I also despise the notion of getting into Ryan Condal's -- and any major writer there -- mind.

To many in the audience, Daemyra is OTP and one of the biggest draws to the show (aside from actually hating Rhaenyra and loving Alicent for many Rhaenicent-shippers).

Since Aemond has been modified into:

a way calmer, less volatile version from the book, a person who seems victimized instead of the woman-hating victimizer

a guy who accidentally, rather than intentionally as in canon, kills his nephew while his younger nephew tries to run away from him -- Lucerys thinking Aemond will kill him because of years of hate AND Aemond literally just having told him to put out his own eye then chasing him for more than 10 minutes (let's imagine this happening, it would be a long-enough chase)...

Then I expect that the writers would present Aemond/Criston's capture of Harrenhal and taking Alys as his war prize as him "saving" her from destitution and/or him having inner conflict over how Lucerys' death went down. Others have already argued or suggested that HotD Aemond might regard Alys as something like his repentance for his actions against Lucerys (her being a Strong bastard). That the writers will pair these two either as Aemond trying to use her as his private penance or/and Alys victimizing him because she is the older one...ignoring the fact that Aemond killed all the Strong male issue and takes her as a war prize/sex slave.

You know what, I can believe that they will have Aemond lose control of his own emotions again, raze Harrenhal again (like Aegon I), see how he killed the Strongs "accidentally", and then take Alys as his publicized war prize so that he can make up for the fact that he accidentally killed her means to live (the Storng house). And then, the "whore" and "groomer"/"pedophile" Alys will encourage or begin to change their relationship into a real sexual one so she can use his authority for her own use and protection and seek revenge against those she lived with (the survivors of the House and their followers or servants) with such power. Because they probably will also present Alys living under the Strongs as being destitute as mistreated, as I already suggested.

Thus twisting Alys into some sort of gold digging tramp and repeating this current misogynist nonsense of women "trying to take men's money and only wanting them for their money" that you see bouncing around in Instagram, TikTok, etc., and real life people's own mouths. Instead of, say....a war prize trying to just survive?

I already wrote how Daemon and Aemond are foils HERE and what a Byronic hero is (what Daemon is modelled from) HERE. The show would have us think Aemond is the Byronic hero, or what it thinks a Byronic hero is.

HERE is a post I made that has pics of an NY Times interview with Condal. Here is what he says about Daemon:

We established right out of the gate, in the pilot, that Daemon is a fascinating guy, but he’s not Ned Stark. So I didn’t see it coming.

To me, Daemon is the antihero of this story. He’s a character with a real darkness to him, who’s dangerous and charming in equal parts. I knew people would be fascinated by him and latch onto him, but I figured they’d do it in the way they did with Jaime Lannister or Bronn or the Red Viper. I did not think they would oddly apply this sort of super-fandom to him and try to justify every single thing he’s done as being intrinsically heroic. It simply isn’t. It’s not the case. Nor will it be in the future.

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I see Daemon as having heroic aspects to him, and I understand why people would. I mean, he’s incredibly charismatic, he’s handsome, he looks great in that wig, he rides a dragon, he has a cool sword. I totally get it. But if you’re looking for Han Solo, who’s always going to do the right thing in the end, you’re in the wrong franchise, folks.

Basically, Condal thinks/thought people justifies everything Daemon does as something that is inherently, morally good or innocuous. He believes people love Daemon because he is handsome, charming, a dragonriders, confident, etc. Basically he is a bad boy, Condal says, and people love a bad boy, but Condal's says people mistake him as a good person when he isn't.

But Condal also said some contradictory things about Daemon, seeming to flip-flop:

My post HERE of him talking about the choking scene.

LINK to post by @eschercaine

Which goes to show how much Condal knows about how fans of this series think and feel. Fans love Daemon yes for his self confidence, but many do not just love him for that. Many love that he is willing to do whatever it takes, especially violence, to protect both his family's lives and their dignities. He has been doing things like this even before Viserys became king. It is Viserys who troubles their relationship by causing Mysaria's miscarriage in canon.

And there is absolutely no indication that either Rhaenyra or her kids feared him while she was married to him in their years on Dragonstone together. But in HotD, his relationship with Rhaenyra apparently has physical abuse?! Daemon fucks Rhaenyra trying to get close to his brother?!

Keeping that in mind, as it is beyond obvious that Aemond and Daemon are thematic rivals (I already explain how in the linked post above), Condal makes Aemond the "better" person. Therefore, Aemond must and will come out looking like a victim and a "better person" next season. And apparently because these relationships hinge on the man's psychological state more than anything, their relationships will reflect the man's inner woes.

Daemyra is a relationship of wounded envy and little to no communication, a high chemistry non love posing as real love in HotD. AlysxAemond will be one of repressed angst, manipulation, and guilt, another non love but this time the war prize element will hammer in how boys can't be abusers of adults but Aemond is "just trying his best". Daemyra will spiral, falter, and disintegrate with Daemon's increasing violence corresponding to his growing frustrations with Rhaenyra's increasing paranoia. Feelings of betrayal will be presented from both characters -- Daemon wondering where her trust has gone after years of him proving it to her, and Rhaenyra just from feeling him grow more and more distant (hinted at with Daemon not being there when she lost Visenya).

#asoiaf asks to me #hotd comment #hotd predictions #rhaenyra and daemon #alys and aemond #alys rivers' characterization #alys rivers #aemond targaryen #daemon targayren #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd characterization #asoiaf #hotd

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springvegetablesoup · 3 years

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Dark magic is good and Xadia is pretty clearly the "bad guys" when it comes to the conflict between the two worlds, and whenever the show tries to go "oh but humans are the REAL evil" it always feels like the hand of the author is trying to brush off Xadia's evils because they like the elves and dragons.

It's pretty clear dark magic isn't a "shortcut" from what we've seen in the show, it's more *practical*.

Elves and Dragons scoff at the idea of humans ever being able to use magic so they invent their own magic, elves and dragons then explode with rage and displace ALL OF THE HUMANS into a parren wasteland, where it wouldn't be practical to meditate for fifty years just so they can use wind magic, and dark magic is an extremely powerful resource that we *know* can end famines. Practicality is not a shortcut and even if it was, there's nothing immoral about that. The elves aren't more enlightened just because they were born with magical connections and are extremely snotty when it comes to "lesser beings" being just a capable a they are to wreck shit with telekinesis or whatever.

Xadia wanted to genocide the humans for using their own kind of magic, but settled for displacing all of them instead and Viren's wish to reclaim land that the humans were *forcibly expelled from* is framed as a bad thing. If the show wanted to, it could have explored the complexity of this situation that they've created (presumably by mistake given how little care they've shown it so far) that *actually resembles things that real people in the real world have gone through in living memory*, but it *doesn't* and the way Viren is handled makes it clear that they want to tell a Fight The Bad, Guy Win The Day story and a morally grey high fantasy story but they can't have both.

It's why despite season one Viren being a ruthless pragmatist who is pretty on-the-money and is right more often than he's wrong but still pretty shady (interesting) is *also* made an abusive father. He's not a real person who can make choices, everything he is is made by writers who chose to make someone who could have been an interesting political actor personally evil to those around him, because by all accounts in season one, he's right.

Harrow letting hundreds of men plus himself die to sate his conscience for making tough morally questionable decisions (aka: his fucking JOB) is selfish, Harrow not even acknowledging the burden this would put on his pre-teen son is cruel. Not waiting seven days of mourning after a fucking assassination took out your head of state and (fron his pov) removed the heir apparent is sensible, and retaliation is the correct response when it's against people who once wanted to murder all of your kind for having the audacity to try to be on their level. Not wanting a child to be your head of state during a time of war is not a bad thing.

I keep coming back to the moment when he leaves Harrow's chambers, and *doesn't pretend that he is Harrow in Viren's body*. He's clearly not power hungry for its own sake, at least then.

Not to say in-show Viren is anything remotely close to a good person, he's the biggest bastard out there, but his wasted potential frustrates me in the same way the wasted potential of the show as a whole frustrates me.

It was a *cop-out* to make him a terrible parent on top of all the shady things he's done to make him more Evil. It was a cop-out to make it so that humans can actually learn primal magic if they want it hard enough. It was a cop-out for Zym to just... save Rayla's hand instead of her facing any consequences for being on board with child murder at her introduction. It was a fucking cop-out to make it so dark magic eats away at your soul, on top of everything else to make it just that undesirable and hate-able. These are writing decisions taken to make the show less grey, and less interesting and it just Frustrates Me because it had so so much potential.

#viren #the dragon prince #the dragon prince critical #i guess??#im still gonna watch it but #im gonna be angry doing it because it had so much potential and #the first few episodes seemed to be heading that way #alas #well never mind #ALSO I REFUSE TO BELIEVE THAG CALLUM IS TGE ONLY HUMAN BASICALLY IN KNOWN MEMORY WHO WANTED MAGIC TO THE EXTENT THAT HE DID #like i say #its a cop out in service of the story being less interesting #ok im done now

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justanotherlifeff · 3 years

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A/N: This is the final chapter for this mini-series

You wish you could say that you hated Bakugou Katsuki, but that would have been an overstatement since he had his tongue down your throat in his stupidly expensive car. Did it all seem like an overly dramatic scene from a random K-drama? Yes, it absolutely did. Then again, who were you to comment on that anyway? You were too shocked and, well, quite honestly, a blushing mess to even think about anything. When your brain finally caught up with the situation, you finally kissed him back, making him smirk against your lips, something that made you roll your eyes since of course, this man is always a cocky bastard.

After removing his lips from yours, he mumbled in that painfully sexy voice that you both loved and hated, “I need you, (Y/N). Come upstairs with me.”. “Bakugou, you do realize that I won’t take advantage of a drunk dude, right? Do I really seem that creepy?” you asked him with a straight face. “I’m sober enough dumbass.” He answered, trying not to look too eager about having you in his bed by the end of the night. “I ain’t dumb you asshole. If you aren’t drunk, answer this, what’s 6 times 3?” you asked, making him look at you as if you just killed his boner. “Did you just throw a fucking meme at me?” he asked, his face full of this absolutely hilarious mixture of anger, shock and disgust. “Okay so you’re clearly not drunk since you understood this is a meme but damn… appreciate the memes grandpa…” you answered with a laugh.

After grumbling all the way up the elevator about how you are too much like ‘that damned pikachu’, which you assumed was Pro Hero Chargebolt, you finally reached his penthouse. As expected, the place was huge, radiating rich people vibes and of course, you immediately caught on to why he was complaining about why your own apartment was too small since you were quite sure his bathrooms would be bigger than your entire apartment. As he watched you look around, he mumbled, “You can move in here if you wanna. Your place is too damned small and I have way too much space here just for myself.”. “Okay, now I’m questioning whether you are sober again cause who the fuck asks a girl they just asked out to move in?” you teased him making him yell, “I’m fucking sober you dipshit!” while blushing furiously. “Oh wow, is this how you woo the ladies? By calling them dipshits?” you teased again, elbowing him. “I’ll fucking show you how I woo em” he growled before pinning you to the wall and smashing his lips on you yet again, this time kissing you way more roughly.

Your hands moved up to his neck as you pulled him closer, returning the kiss as your tongues slid against each other. He picked you up with ease and walked towards his bedroom solely on his muscle memory. After throwing you quite gently on his king size bed, he looked at you with a rare sincerity in his eyes, before asking “You sure you wanna do this?”. “Yes, Bakugou.” You answered quietly, admiring his handsome features without trying to hide it for the first time. “Call me Katsuki, babe.” He stated with a smirk as he started taking his shirt off, revealing his chest that seemed as if it was sculped by Gods despite the scars that adorned it. In fact, he made the scars look good. It was surprising that he could pull off something like that. You decided to take off your top as well, making him stare at your breasts greedily as he started unbuckling his belt.

“Like what you see?” he asked, smirking cockily as he found you staring at his length in awe. Then again, you had to admit that he was the biggest you had ever seen and honestly, you had absolutely no comeback for his cockiness this time since you were too busy figuring out whether it will fit. “It won’t fit…” you mumbled as you took your bra off, making him chuckle slightly. “I’ll make it fit.” He answered before pushing you into the bed, kissing your neck as he trailed down to your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked hard as his hand pinched the other, making you yelp. His other hand took your pants off, reaching for your groins, which was already soaking wet. “Oh? Are you really this wet from getting your tits sucked?” he asked, feigning surprise, that cocky smile never leaving his face. “Shut up and touch me.” You hissed as his fingers hovered over your clit. “That impatient huh… Well, I’ll let you have it your way this time.” He chuckled before putting his thumb right over your clit, moving it in circular motions as two of his fingers entered your hole and pumped in a rigorous pace, making you moan loudly in pleasure.

It was a surprise that you lasted for about 5 minutes before cumming all over his hands since his movements were too refined due to having done this way too many times before. As you panted and tried to compose yourself, Bakugou decided that he had other plans for you. Without giving you a break, he lined his penis right on your hole, and entered you in one go, stretching you out beyond imagination, making you scream. “TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH!” you screamed, holding his hand tight, and he decided to have mercy on you and wait till you got used to his size. The wait was agonizing when you were so tight and warm around him, but you were much more than just a fuck toy to him, which is why, he held you tightly, letting you calm down despite his impatience. “You can move now…” you slurred after a while, clearly drunk off the feeling he sent deep within your guts, and that’s when he decided that he would completely rock your world.

You thought that his pace was fast when he began thrusting in you but it slowly turned into a rather inhuman speed, making you lose your mind completely. All you knew was that extraordinary feeling within you as he rearranged your guts and just him, just Katsuki. You held onto him for dear life, as if you would lose yourself if you loosened the grip and your moans were an incomprehensible mix of his name and how good you feel.

“Tell me babe, am I better than that shitty Deku?” he asked, panting as he held you tight and fucked you inhumanly hard and fast. “Yeshh Katshukiii pweaseeee” you moaned, making him bury his face into your neck to hide the smile forming into his face. “That’s right baby. I’m the fucking best.” He grunted as he spilled his seed deep inside you.

“Heh I made you admit I’m better than shitty Deku.” Bakugou told you with his signature smirk after you calmed down a bit. “Yeah, and you nutted right after. Didn’t know you had a praise kink. How cute.” You answered back with a smirk. “I ain’t cute fuckface!” Bakugou yelled at you, yet again, blushing furiously. “Sure, you aren’t. Anyway, when are you asking me out on a date properly?” you asked him. “I did ask you out properly.” He answered nonchalantly. “Right… Trying to make me jealous by creating yet another PR nightmare was totally the best way to ask a girl out. I applaud your sheer wooing abilities.” You answered sarcastically, ready for him to yell again. However, this was different. This felt more like a couple bickering. You, for once, really didn’t hate Bakugou Katsuki.

Two years later:

Actually, scratch that, you still kinda did hate him. Not always, but you definitely gave him a piece of your mind whenever he created yet another PR nightmare. However, things were different now. Nowadays, his PR nightmares consists of him trying to beat up anyone that says anything negative about you, (unless they are women. He just makes them cry by bullying them about basically their entire existence). After finally asking you out properly, he started dating you, making your relationship go public last year. You moved into his house a few months into the relationship and, well, let’s just say the two of you bicker every single day just for fun cause you both are weird like that. You still work as his assistant and he still is a pain in the ass, but honestly, deep down, you can’t help but love him for his absurd PR nightmares like his entire fanbase.

A/N: Well, this is it. I finally finished this series after a shitty writer’s block!

Taglist: @bonbonthedragon @the2ndl

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esther-dot · 3 years

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I found funny that Jon two biggest ships include women i.e Dany n ygritte who abused him. But when people ship jonsa these so called shippers accused that Sansa is abusive to Jon at beginning. Never mind she is the one who acknowledge him as a stark and apologize for her being ass to him. She wasn't the one who threaten his life for leaving her and tried to make him someone who cater to her wishes. She give meaning to his life. Btw the other two are killed n Jon saved Sansa unlike others.

I think it comes down to Sansa hate.

In the books, there isn’t an instance of Sansa mistreating Jon. Considering how “bastard” is a triggering word for him, I’d say the term “half brother” is much less offensive. Jon could definitely be hurt that Sansa only called him that, that she enforced that distance (rather than ignoring that he wasn’t Cat’s son too), but considering personalities and the expectations for behavior based on station/gender, I don’t see how they would have had much to do with each other? What else she would have done that could be construed in a negative way? Sansa wasn’t running away from the Septa like Arya, and Jon wasn’t joining the sewing circle, so I really don’t know where the idea of her mistreating him comes from. I know a lot of people (even people who like her) say she’s snotty, but I think the way she is written, with that anxiety to be proper, with the care she takes to be courteous, it’s just incredibly unlikely to me that she was ever cruel. She did apologize in the show which fed all of the anti sansa feeling, but I don’t know why D&D put it in there. And the idea that she was “abusive”? Please. Jon (rarely) remembers her and the instances he does are about her courtesy and singing and how she is moved by beauty (”Sansa would call this an enchantment”). Antis are wild.

Anyway, there’s just no comparing what show Sansa was offering Jon and what those other characters took from him. I was surprised that a popular book meta writer (non shippy therefore seen as unbiased by the fandom) views show Ygritte as worse than book Ygritte (link) because when I read the books it totally changed my perspective on her. I thought she came across as rapey in a way that show Ygritte hadn’t. Anyway, it’s very strange to me that it’s upheld as something of an unproblematic ship by parts of the fandom because while the show really emphasized Jon’s interest in her, I don’t think book Jon would have voluntarily broken his vows to be with her, and I think Ygritte knew it. She told him to send Ghost away the day she cornered him into having sex with her. She knew he’d been trying to avoid her come-ons. Now, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t attracted to her (he was) or that he didn’t enjoy having sex with her (he did) or that he didn’t love her (he did). All of that is true, and yet, it is also true that she was sexually coercive.

I still don’t know what D&D were doing with J/D but that too was so disturbing. I believe their intent was to write another sexually coercive relationship (an even worse version of J/Y), but they were so dedicated to hiding the twist of Dark Dany that they cut the fact that Dany summoned Jon to her chamber in s7 and made it look like the relationship was voluntary. In s8, they really emphasize the power imbalance and what is at stake if Jon refuses her (that scene when Dany says “let it be fear” was horrifying), but because of the mixed messages they were giving the audience about so many characters, people thought they were meant to feel sorry for Dany that Jon was rejecting her and totally missed the fact that Dany knew Jon wasn’t comfortable having a sexual relationship with her and yet she continued to harass him for one. I can’t imagine caring about Jon and being happy that he was with her. It makes my skin crawl and I nearly two years out, I haven’t rewatched any of s8 because I really, really can’t bear it.

Now, as for the Jonsa of it all, I’ve had people argue with me that Sansa BeTrAyEd Jon in the same breath that they defend Dany burning KL, so most of the people who think that the Jon and Sansa relationship wasn’t good for Jon aren’t actually taking a moral stance--they’re just hating on Sansa.

As a Jon and Sansa fan, I enjoyed their arguments. It’s a sign of equals that they could give their opinion and disagree and argue and be angry and still laugh with each other, hug each other, love each other. There were no threats between them, no demands, just the desire to be trusted, to be respected. Jon couldn’t have that with the other women because they were a threat to his family. By virtue of being part of an invading force, they were a threat from the moment he met them until the moment they died. Jon was never going to be able to live at peace with himself if he became more loyal to either woman than he was to his people/family. He would never actually choose them over protecting the Starks. The idea that he’d stand by or participate in harming a Stark is outrageous, and the number of people who say he should have beheaded Sansa for being a traitor (yes, after s8 they thought that) hate Sansa more than they love Jon or they’d never suggest it.

So, not only are Jon and Sansa equals, not only are they able to enjoy each other’s company even when they are driving each other up the wall, even when they disagree, even when they think the other is wrong or has wronged them, they share this common goal that means whatever their issues with each other, they aren’t going to fail each other because ultimately, they want the same thing: to protect the pack. In fact, there’s a bit of a fine point on that in that they both act to kill allies (who sexually harass them) to protect each other.

Sansa kills Littlefinger (in part) to save Jon and Jon kills Dany (more than in part) to save Sansa. There are a lot of parallels between those relationships (link).

Anyway, I think if you aren’t preoccupied with hating on Sansa, you can understand that there are underlying reasons for why Jon and Sansa’s relationship is compelling (even if you don’t ship it), and why people might object to the others.

#anti jongritte #anti jonerys #ask dot

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pop-punklouis · 4 years

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top five HL fanfic!!!!

biiiiitch you all know how hard it is for me to choose only 5. but sigh FINE here’s my all-time favorite list that isn’t 5 sorry i can’t choose 😔:

• Here in the Afterglow (89k)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.” 1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

• Coax the Cold (86k)

England, 1897.

English Professor Louis Tomlinson’s passion for the occult has been a source of mockery and derision for most of his life. When he hears whispers of a travelling freak show newly established in London claiming the existence of a monstrous sea hybrid, half-man, half-fish, Louis sees it as his ticket to credibility amongst his peers. The summer he spends undercover working on the show, however, gives him much more than that.

• Wild and Unruly (124k)

Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land.

• This Wicked Game (70k)

An AU in which The Bachelor is gay, Louis is a contestant, Harry is the bachelor, everyone drinks a lot of champagne, the entire world gets to watch them fall in love, and no one plays by the rules.

• Love is a Rebellious Bird (135k)

AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who "has made Mozart cool again" according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.

• Fixated On One Star (53k)

Louis is just a boy with the world on his shoulders, and Harry's just a boy from the wrong side of the galaxy. A little thing like love doesn't stand a chance against a thousand years of war, at least until the right two come along to break the mold.

Or: space Romeo and Juliet AU

• Finding Lou (60k)

Louis is the nomadic stranger who wanders into Harry’s bookstore. Harry is the skeptic who falls for him.

• California Sold

Notoriously closeted boyband member Harry Styles is famous on a global scale, meanwhile Louis, as his best friend, is back home in Manchester, living the typical life of a 24 year old. When Harry needs Louis with him in LA, a publicity stunt gone wrong changes their friendship forever.

A fake-relationship AU between two lifelong best friends.

• Empty Skies (134k)

For three years, Harry has been running from his past. Now, he is moving to London and pledges to fulfil his only dream -- making it big in the music industry. Not everyone has a place, though, and the competition is tough. As is his past catching up on him.

Louis is part of the biggest boy band of the world, and getting there had meant a lot of hard work, as well as sacrificing parts of his heart and soul. He's still happy. Maybe not as happy as he could be, but who is he to complain?

• And Then a Bit (159k)

“We’d like to give the fans what they want.” Magee states, placing his hand on the table in front of him and leaning forward. “We want to give them Larry Stylinson.”

Or, take a parallel universe where Louis and Harry were never together, mix in a two year hiatus and an impending comeback, pour in a dash of lost fans, two tablespoons of strong friendship and a Modest! employee with a good idea. Add a squeeze of pretending to be a couple, lots of kisses and a tattoo or two. Stir. Serve: the mother of all publicity stunts. (aka Harry and Louis fake a relationship for publicity. Eventually it becomes a lot less fake and a lot more real.)

• Dream Awake (31k)

The sun leaks through the tent wall behind him the way it leaks through eyelids, bathing the boy in an ethereal half-light as he croons. The crowd is mesmerized. Louis is mesmerized. This is the most important person in the world, he thinks wildly, and then can't figure out how to take it back.

On a hazy day in August, Louis sees Harry perform at a music festival as an unsigned act and convinces him to spend the rest of the weekend in his company. Harry gets signed; life changes. They never really wake up from the dream.

• Say You’ll Remember (93.5k)

au. louis and harry are best mates that are only half aware that they're also soulmates. alternatively, louis goes to university and harry travels the world, and they always manage to find their way back to each other.

takes place over nine years, in which they love and hurt, make mistakes and learn, and above all, grow.

• Outwit, Outplay, Outlast (61k)

Survivor All-Stars AU in which Harry and Louis are just in this game to win the million dollars, but they end up with something better.

Featuring Harry's yellow swim shorts, Louis in snapbacks, and OT5 shenanigans.

• Nothing Else But Us Right Here (35k)

Louis sighs and gives himself a mental pep talk as he smooths his jumper down over his hips. He can do this. He can resist the draw of Harry Styles, because he is a responsible, mature adult, and as much as he wants to tangle his fingers in that mess of hair and map those ridiculous tattoos with his tongue, he does not want to get his daughter’s favorite teacher fired.

• Wings to Break Your Fall (103k)

strip club AU. Harry’s work and family are keeping him busy. He really isn’t looking for a relationship, doesn’t want one. He just wants Louis. Problem is, Louis has other plans.

• Leave it to the Breeze (81k)

Louis couldn’t be prouder of his bake, but there’s something—there’s something. Something about Harry Styles and the earnest way he measures, pours, mixes, scrapes. Something about the tip of his tongue poking out of his mouth as he knocks the air out of his batter.

or a great british bake off au in which louis cares about winning and winning only, harry is made of sunshine and rainbow sprinkles, and niall sticks his nose into other people's business. also featuring liam as louis's best friend-slash-concerned mother, and zayn as a macaron connoisseur.

• You Come Beating Like Moth’s Wings (81k)

Harry smiles. He's only known Louis for about two hours, knows nothing about him past his first name, but he's nice and sarcastic and helpful and so, so pretty. And Harry's still got a few days left in Barcelona, and he thinks he wouldn't mind spending them with Louis.

Also known as, Harry takes the summer before uni to travel Europe and meets Louis in Barcelona, and they end up traveling together.

• Hold Me Closer (36.5k)

Louis Tomlinson is one of the most promising dancers of the English National Ballet, on track to become the youngest principal dancer in the company's history. That is, until forces conspire to significantly complicate his life, including: a surprise ballet, an unfairly attractive guest choreographer, and being pushed into a rivalry with his best mate. Featuring lots of wine, dancing, pining, and a happy ending.

• In Vogue (121k)

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry's running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis' confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

• These Things Will Never Change for Us at All (1.5k)

The room falls silent as they stay wrapped up in each other. Harry can feel Louis’ soft breaths on his neck, and he almost thinks Louis’ fallen asleep until he says softly, “How did you know you were in love with me?”

Or, Harry and Louis look back on five years.

• A Runaway American Dream (15k)

AU. they take route 66 with only each other and their secrets.

• Things Have Gotten Closer to the Sun (49k)

it’s strange, making the choice to face his past—it almost feels like he’s heading for the sun straight on, like he’s screaming come on and burn me, i deserve it.

when a solar flare is announced to end the world in twelve days, harry reunites with the people that he used to know better than the back of his own hand.

• Here (in your arms) (60k)

the one where Louis is a successful real estate agent and Harry works at a retirement home. They’ve never had a real home. Up until now.

(Starring Liam Payne as a fitness trainer, Zayn as an artist, and Niall, who busks.)

• These Inconvenient Fireworks (190k)

Future AU in which nobody tries out for X Factor but the boys end up finding one other eventually anyway. Louis is a jaded bastard who owns a cat named Duchess and teaches drama to teenagers, Harry is an idealistic aspiring photographer/part-time footy coach, Zayn teaches English lit and wears leather jackets, Liam saves people from burning buildings, and Niall is Niall.

• In Dreams (23k)

AU. When Harry moves to a new city, his new flat come with a number of sweet, anonymous gifts and surprises that brighten his days. Could it be a friendly ghost? Another friendly presence in his new building is his tattooed neighbor, Louis, who seems determined to put a smile back on his face.

• My Heart is Breathing for this Moment in Time (160k)

When Louis first saw Harry at the 2010 X Factor Auditions, he thought he was watching a peculiarly special stranger. But Harry has known Louis ever since he was five years old. Because Louis has a rare genetic disorder that causes him to Time Travel to important moments in his past and in his future - and to Harry, always to Harry. When they’re put into a band together, it seems like everything Harry has been waiting and wishing for has finally come true. Except for the small fact that Louis doesn’t know that Harry is in love with him- that Harry’s always been in love with him. Fate, it would seem, is just getting started.

A story about growing up and growing together, and the impossible love that makes it all worthwhile.

• Paint the Sky with Stars (63k)

On 10 April 1912, Harry Styles boards the finest ship the world has ever seen. Still grieving the death of their mother, he and his sister are being sent to America to live with a callous uncle who cares more about his business connections than family. Harry prepares himself for a long, disappointing voyage alone in his stateroom. Louis Tomlinson has borrowed and saved, and finally has enough to purchase a Third Class ticket to America. With all of his belongings in a single ruck sack, he boards the Titanic filled with hope for a brighter future. Never one to sit still, he can’t resist exploring the massive ship, and soon goes sneaking into First Class in a stolen steward’s uniform. By a twist of fate, Louis finds himself in Harry’s stateroom, entranced by the most attractive man he’s ever laid eyes on. He keeps returning day after day, even if he doesn’t understand what it is about Harry that continues pulling him in. That’s all right; Louis has a week to figure it out, and Harry is plenty willing to help. Except they don’t have a week. They have four days. Because on 15 April, their entire world will be turned upside down.

Or, the historically accurate Titanic AU with a happy ending.

• Through Eerie Chaos (102k)

For as long as anyone can remember, Old Hillsbridge Manor has always been believed to be haunted. Everyone in the village agrees and keeps a respectful, fearful, distance. New in town after a bad breakup and an internship that led to disappointment rather than a permanent job, Harry Styles figures taking pictures of the decrepit building could be a great new creative project. Or at least a much-needed distraction while he searches for a job and crashes at his parents’ new house. No one warned him about the apparitions though; about the music, the laughter, the people who flicker and vanish when you call after them, the echoes of a past that should be long gone… Harry has never believed in spirits but even he can admit that there’s something weird going on. What starts as mere curiosity evolves into a full-blown investigation and soon enough, Harry finds himself making friends with an aristocrat from the 1920s and struggling with finding the best way to tell him that he’s dead.

The Ghost Hunter AU where Niall lives to prove ghosts are real, Zayn is a skeptical librarian and Harry gets caught up in a century-old mystery and catches feeling in the process.

#whew!#favorite fics #grey

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witcherslittledove · 3 years

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Life's a Bitch

For @jaskiersbow as part of @thewitcherbog RPF exchange! - AO3

Ship: Joey/Henry (with a side of Joey/Kal)

A lockdown fic.... but with more dog fucking.

CW: RPF, Bestiality, Dead Dove: do not eat, masturbation, Joey has a small cock, multiple orgasms, knotting, accidental voyeurism

Lockdown was a bitch.

It wasn’t like Joey was a particularly sociable person, but the one thing really did enjoy was sex. He was no stranger to one night stands, getting far too drunk at the club and falling into bed with whoever took his fancy. Having sex with strangers was easy, especially when he was too drunk to care what they might think about him, about his dick. It wasn’t exactly average, and he’d been laughed at one too many times by people he cared about, so now he had a habit of pushing people away before he could get hurt.

Henry was no exception.

Sweet, kind, loving Henry, who had offered Joey a place to stay when the electrical mains had blown in the flat he shared with Madeleine. Gorgeous, filmstar, sexiest man alive Henry, who just happened to be Joey’s biggest crush.

So, despite the fact he was desperately horny, Joey kept his co-star at a distance. Preferring, instead, to cuddle up to Kal or spend hours locked away in his room composing, or trying to compose at the very least. He really didn’t want to admit how many hours he actually spent reading porn with his fingers up his arse. Honestly, the amount of lube he’d gotten through the last few weeks was just embarrassing.

There were moments when he thought that maybe, just maybe, Henry fancied him back. The soft smiles when they danced around each other in the kitchen in the mornings, the lingering glances across the room when they were watching Netflix in the evenings, or even the rather romantic walks with Kal at dawn.

But he couldn’t risk it, not when he had to spend the next seven odd years working with Henry. If they were lucky anyway, god, he hoped it would be that long. Lauren wouldn’t kill off Jaskier, would she?

Nah…

He was fine. Dandelion was integral to Geralt’s development in the series. Joey just had to have faith that Lauren saw that too.

Of course, there was a niggly feeling at the back of Joey’s head, an anxiety that said this stupid bloody pandemic would never end and he’d never get to perform again. He kept wondering whether he should just give up, get another job; something stable.

He sighed, running both hands through his hair as he collapsed back onto the bed, his guitar abandoned on the floor. Lockdown wasn’t the most inspiring of events, but he had to be productive. It was the only way he was getting through his boredom, that and far too much gin and wine. He smiled at that, Henry had been terrible for encouraging his love of gin and tonic, the pair of them spending most evenings lost at the bottom of the bottle.

Okay, so maybe he wasn’t keeping Henry at as much of a distance as he should have been, but a broken heart would definitely fix his lack of inspiration. There was no better cure for writer’s block than a broken heart. Any artist could tell you that.

Until then Joey supposed he would just continue to be unbearably horny and get through too much lube.

He had nothing better to do.

Groaning, he leaned over to grab the bottle he kept in the drawer, and then hastily unzipped his jeans. It didn’t take long for his cock to get hard, teasing strokes along his length as he fell into the memory of Henry working out that morning, biceps bulging in the dark blue tank top, tanned skin glistening with sweat in the sun. Thick curls fell in front of Henry’s eyes, sticking to his forehead, and he winked -sort of- as he noticed Joey watching from the doorway. Joey wanted to lick every inch of Henry’s skin, lavishing him in kisses and hickies until there was no denying who he belonged to, then he wanted Henry to ruin him; fuck him against whatever surface they could find, strong arms lifting him up against the wall. Joey could ride him until his legs started to shake, Henry thrusting up into him until he couldn’t remember his own name.

God, he wanted it all.

Henry’s lips around his cock, never judging him or complaining, but loving him, loving his cock.

Sparks flew in front of Joey’s vision and he cried out as he came, spilling into his hand. The pleasure crashed over him, leaving him boneless as he fell back onto the bed with a blissful sigh, happy to bask in the haze of his orgasm and forgetting that it was all just a fantasy.

Until the door burst open and Joey was suddenly bombarded with a faceful of fur as Kal bounded into the room. It was mortifying. Joey was still covered in cum and lube, and now he had to try and force Henry’s giant hound onto the floor, but if Kal didn’t want to do something it was incredibly difficult to get him to behave. He was just so fucking heavy.

“Okay, that’s enough now, boy,” Joey mumbled, his face burning hot and he wondered if he could just die there, never having to show his face again.

Kal’s fur was already sticky with the mess of lube and cum, and Joey really didn’t want to have to explain that to Henry.

It was fine. He could pull Kal into the bathroom, nothing a flannel wouldn’t clean off. Henry never needed to know…

“Oh fuck, shit, Kal. No!” Joey stammered as the dog started to lick at his hand, dangerously close to his cock. “No, no, no. No!”

Kal ignored him, continuing to lick up the mess on Joey’s hand, before nuzzling against his cock, and holy shit, it had been so long since someone else had touched him. Despite the fact he’d just cum, Joey felt a whole new wave of arousal flood his body and his cock twitched pathetically, trying to get hard.

“Fuck,” Joey groaned, knowing he should be disgusted but he was just so fucking horny that he was struggling to keep a good grasp on reality.

And Kal really didn’t care that Joey’s cock was small even when hard.

Joey whined and closed his eyes, letting the dog lap messily at his dick. He was already so sensitive from his first orgasm but it felt so fucking good, and as long as he was already there and trapped by Kal, he might as well enjoy it. Every lap of Kal’s tongue sent fireworks through him, and Joey couldn’t help the needy whimpers that escaped his lips, his own hands running up inside his shirt to play with his nipples. It didn’t take long until he was hard again, panting and on the edge of a second orgasm.

“Joey?”

“Oh fucking cock!” Joey cursed and tried, to no avail, to push Kal off him

The door.

Kal had rushed into the room leaving the door wide open behind him.

“I- it’s… shit!” Joey stammered, trying to find an excuse that just didn’t exist.

He was caught. Life as he knew it was over. Henry would turn him into the police and he would never work again, all because he’d been too horny to stop Kal from licking his cock. It wasn’t as if he’d meant to do it. There was no pre-meditation and he hadn’t sought out the dog… but he’d enjoyed it?

“Kal, come here,” Henry’s voice was firm, and unfairly hot given the situation.

Despite his now flagging erection, Joey still wanted to climb the man like a tree. He was weak. He was desperate. He probably needed therapy.

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Joey,” Henry mumbled, sounding… ashamed?

Joey frowned, covering himself with a pillow as he sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry? You just… Kal… Me?”

“I didn’t know he’d- I should have told you to lock the door.”

Henry was blushing, and he really did look apologetic, like he was the fucked up one in this situation. It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense. He should be angry, yelling, phoning the police, not apologising.

“Henry? What exactly are you apologising for?” Joey asked cautiously, chewing at his bottom lip. There was a flutter of hope in his chest that maybe, just maybe, he was the only one.

“Don’t make me say it.”

“Darling, you just caught me getting my cock licked by your dog. I think we’re beyond boundaries now. I- You should hate me?”

“You should hate me. It’s my fault. I- I trained him to- to-”

Joey felt his eyes widening as he processed Henry’s words. Not only was he not disgusted at what he’d witnessed… he’d practically been the reason for it.

“Holy shit.”

“Please don’t tell anyone.”

“Holy shit!” Joey whined, scrambling off the bed to get closer to his crush who had just somehow got impossibly hotter.

“Joey, please.”

“I liked it.”

“What?”

“Kal, I- I liked it, and- umm, well… I like you too,” Joey admitted with a bashful smile, “and you did interrupt so… you could always join in?”

Henry’s face flew through a million different expressions until he seemed to finally understand what Joey was saying. A dangerous smile fell into place and they crashed together in a heated kiss, hands tearing at each other’s clothes, their shared shame fueling the passion until it was scorching every cell in their bodies. Teeth clashed, noses bumped, breaths intermingled, the taste of coffee dancing on Joey’s tongue.

And when Henry’s hand wrapped around Joey cock, he felt like he had died and gone to heaven. He waited for the comments to come, a raised eyebrow or something, anything… but Henry didn’t seem to care that his hand dwarfed Joey’s cock considerably. All his fears had been for nought. He whined and just kissed Henry with even more fervour.

“Fuck, Henry,” he moaned as Henry’s fingers stroked the length of his cock.

The bastard just chuckled, pulling back to press their foreheads together. “Ever taken a knot?”

“W-what? No?”

“Do you want to?” Henry asked, his fingers moving to tease Joey’s rim, the sensation making Joey keen.

“I- fuck, yes. Jesus Christ! You’re trying to kill me....”

“Get on the bed,” Henry instructed, then whistled at the dog who had been sitting rather patiently by the doorway.

Joey did as he was told, pulling off the last of his clothes before crawling back onto the bed, eagerly awaiting whatever new delights that Henry had in store. Smirking, he watched as Henry stripped down, looking like a fucking god, and Christ, the size of his cock… Joey might never walk again.

But that wasn’t what really caught his attention. No, Henry had Kal by the scruff of his neck and was pulling him up onto the bed to join them. It didn’t take Kal long to understand what his owner was asking of him, and he happily let Henry guide him, his own long pink cock unsheathed.

“Fuck,” Joey breathed as he stared, transfixed as everything he knew about himself was suddenly turned upside down.

He wanted this… badly. He hadn’t just enjoyed the mindless lapping at his cock because he was horny. Fuck, no, it was more than that. He wanted it. The thought of Kal fucking him made his cock ache and he was sure he’d never been quite so aroused in all his life.

“Good?” Henry asked, tilting his head.

“Uh huh. Yup, very…”

“Good,” Henry murmured before capturing Joey’s lips in another kiss.

There was a click of the lube bottle, and he hissed as Henry’s finger pushed inside him. “More,” he whined, “I can take more. I- already…”

Henry growled, and in the next thrust, he was two fingers deep inside Joey, his lips moving to attack Joey’s neck. Teeth grazed against Joey’s skin, fire burning in his lungs as he tried to catch his breath, another hand wrapped around his cock.

“I- I, fuck!”

“God, you’re perfect.” Henry’s words caught in Joey’s neck, his collarbone, his chest. “You fit so beautifully in my hand.”

Joey keened as Henry’s thumb ran along the head of his cock, the words tingling over his skin. “Please, Henry.”

“Shh, I’ve got you.”

Another finger slid inside him, the stretch a delicious burn that soon gave way to pleasure as Henry attentively opened him up, murmuring praise with every thrust of his fingers. His deep rich voice the bassline to the melody of Joey’s gasps and moans that filled the room.

“There you go, good boy, come on Kal. He’s ready for you,” Henry finally said.

“Oh, oh cock!” Joey panted, biting against his own hand to try and stop himself from cumming.

They were doing this.

Fucking mother of god, they were really doing this.

Henry’s strong arms scooped him off the bed, flipping him with ease and guiding him onto all fours. He whined, fingers gripping at the already filthy sheets, head dropped forward so he could see his own cock red and leaking onto the bed. Kal’s nose was cold against his skin, but Henry didn’t let him sniff for too long.

“Up boy, come on,” Henry coaxed.

The weight of the dog almost had Joey collapsing back down onto the bed. Pain seared down his spine as the claws dug into his skin, but fuck he wanted more. He needed more, everything that he could get. Joey could do little more than close his eyes and hold on as Kal rutted against him, frantic and desperate until finally, oh god, finally, his cock pushed inside.

It felt strange, different to any other cock Joey had taken before, reminding Joey of just how filthy this was, forbidden, disgusting and yet so fucking good. Kal fucked like a man possessed, desperate, ruthless, uncaring, and Joey felt tears prick in his eyes. He needed to cum, already so exhausted and oversensitive, but yet he felt like he might explode if he didn’t cum again. He vaguely heard his own voice babbling, pleading, begging, Henry's voice a constant low growl in his ear, stroking and pulling at his hair.

He felt so full, and it was only getting worse with every thrust until he finally felt the pressure of Kal’s knot teasing at his hole.

Fuck.

Henry hadn’t been kidding.

He whined, hand desperately reaching out until felt Henry’s fingers lace with his own.

“So fucking, full,” he gasped.

“You’re doing so well, Joey, almost there.”

“Fuck!” he cried as the knot finally pushed inside him, the dog cumming harder and longer than any human. With just a single touch to his cock, Joey’s own orgasm burst through him, spilling over Henry’s hand as he struggled to stay upright, the energy draining from him.

“That’s it, well done,” Henry murmured and Joey wasn’t sure if he was talking to Joey or to Kal.

Kal continued to rut against him, working the cum deeper and deeper, leaving Joey to whimper pitifully as he hung off the dog’s knot, unable to move. By the time the knot finally released him, Joey was a mess, whining against Henry’s chest, covered in cum; Kal’s, his own, Henry’s. He felt thoroughly used and fucked out, dozing quite contently in Henry’s arms.

So maybe lockdown wasn’t quite so bad after all.

#the witcher #the witcher rpf #joey/kal #joey/henry #dead dove do not eat #joey batey rpf #henry cavill rpf

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kitkatopinions · 3 years

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OZPIN

Ozpin for the RWBY character asks.

My top three ships for the character

Note: For these ships, I’m exclusively talking about gray-haired Professor Ozpin, and I’ve long written Oz to be at least somewhat affected by the age of his hosts, I’ve long written him to be around the same age as Ironwood and Qrow (I mean, he looks the same age and I missed Raven’s lines suggesting he was a teacher or headmaster when Team STRQ was in school,) and I’ve also long headcanoned that when he first hosted in Ozpin, the person he was hosting in chose to merge with him right away. So while he was Ozpin, there was no ‘Ozpin talks sometimes, Oz talks sometimes,’ or sharing a head. I’ve never done much shipping for Oz, but all that kind of lines up to at least make that version of him pretty shippable.

So yeah, Ozpin/Glynda could be a power couple of wholly devoted, tired, stressed caregivers trying to mentor sixty some kids at once. XD Ozpin/Amber has literally no real content, but they could look good together and she’s a non-character like Summer, but I see them as having had a lot of similarities in being kind and soft spoken. I also don’t mind Ozpin/Roman as a ‘once upon a time, Roman used to flirt with him all the time before anything went bad and Ozpin responded with amused tolerance and never really took it seriously, but a lot of their acquaintances thought they were seeing each other... Which would just make it hurt worse and be one more thing Oz blames himself for when Roman falls into a life of crime,

My three least favorite ships for the character

Oz/Cinder, as previously stated, once someone kills someone, there’s no coming back from it. Also, he doesn’t need to get romantic advancements from any abusive manipulative magic girl who just wants to use and hurt him and abuses children on the side too. Oz/Hazel. Hazel is an abuser! He beat Oz! He blamed Oz for things that weren’t his fault and used him as an excuse for all his vile actions. Gross. And Oz/Salem takes the top spot for very obvious reasons. This one’s even more gross than Oz/Hazel.

My biggest criticism for the character

Honestly, the way he’s treated by the narrative of the show with much less sympathy than he should be. I love flawed characters, leaders that do their best but make lots of mistakes, but the narrative treated him as one hundred percent in the wrong, no discussion, and therefore deserving of Qrow hitting him (out of character moment!) and Team RWBY ripping his secrets from him forcibly, making him relive his trauma in high def, yelling at him and then being glad he was gone, and not wanting him back and then only begrudgingly and seriously accepting his apology (out of character, especially for Blake!) Especially since Ruby also didn’t have a plan and lied about potentially life saving information to an ally and then even when she made her broadcast to the world, she left out tons of information there too! Which, don’t get me wrong, is understandable for her, but the narrative should’ve recognized that she was doing the same things Ozpin did and they should’ve had her gain sympathy and understanding for him. And the narrative also gave credence to Hazel somehow, treating it seriously when he warns Oscar ‘no more Gretchens’ despite Hazel being a super abusive, murderous bastard who was trying to murder kids and making the world a worse place. I’ve had so many people tell me ‘Team RWBY are going to apologize to Ozpin and realize they were wrong to treat him the way they did,’ but it never happened. Because the writers wanted us to think of Oz as a morally gray person who had to be taught a lesson by Team RWBY, rather than an abuse victim who deserved some sympathy and understanding who shouldn’t have been abused again just for making a mistake. I don’t know why the writers thought pretending Team RWBY and Qrow were in the right would be okay, but I hate it.

My favorite thing about the character

I love Oz so much, but my favorite thing about him might be his dynamic with Qrow in seasons 3-5. Of course it all went bad in season 6, but I love a close friends, almost brothers dynamic where one does everything for the other and is wholly devoted to him, would die for him at the drop of a hat. And I love a mentor-father figure always throwing himself into protecting a kid and leaning on his shoulder while the kid is nervous, but excited and happy over it and wanting his affection and approval... And with Oz (and the headcanon that he’s affected by the age of his host,) I get both! There’s a lot more to love, but that’s my favorite thing. God, they flourish in fan fictions...

A headcanon I have about them

I already touched on some of my headcanons for him and his host, but also...‘Ozpin’ was that host’s last name, and his first name was actually Orpheus, but his team in Beacon and his inner circle only ever called him by his last name.

What I would change about them if I was making a re-write

Okay, so hear me out, I’d still have people get mad at him for all his secret keeping and having no plan to defeat Salem, and I’d probably still have him temporarily retreat. But A. I wouldn’t have the punch, and instead, I’d have Qrow more ‘quietly disappointed’ than anything else and he’d regret it almost immediately and feel guilty about it (even though in that case, his feelings would be valid,) and B. Blake would be on Ozpin’s side. Seriously, Blake knows what abuse feels like, she knows it’s hard to trust after, she knows Oz has been through worse, even more than she can imagine. She should’ve been standing up for him, saying that even though he was wrong to lie, she gets why. And C. I’d have the people who have a harder time understanding and especially Ruby learn and grow and start to realize how much weight was on his shoulders while they make many of the same mistakes. D. I’d have Ozpin start coming back in V7, and apologize to Qrow in private (and have Qrow apologize back,) and then I’d have him mostly silent, ‘coming out to talk’ only really to James or Qrow and communicating through Oscar when the need calls for it, and he’d kind of step down and let James (and kind of, Ruby) make the choices for the group. Ruby at the very least would apologize to him by the end of the seventh season. And I’d totally still have him kidnapped and taken to Salem because I love that sweet sweet whump, but I’d have Hazel die like the unredeemed asshole he was and I think I’d have Qrow involved in the rescue somehow.

What I I think of their character allusion and what (if anything) I would change about it

Oz acts as both the Wizard of Oz and the Princess Ozma character merged into one allusion, and I honestly think some of it is really cleverly done. The Wizard of Oz had arrived in Oz and was treated as a god, and decided to lean into it due to Oz’s lack of current leadership and used his magician tricks to make it seem like he had magic (reflecting Oz agreeing to Salem making them seem like gods by using what was - in their world - perfectly ordinary magic, which Oz did in an attempt to grant leadership to a world he was tasked with improving.) The Wizard is treated as a king in Oz and is presented as a magic infallible solution to all of Dorothy (and her group’s) problems, only for that to be proven to not be the case, as he can only grant temporary pacifying placebos (reflecting Oz’s attempts to keep Salem back and present a false time of peace to the world while fighting a secret war that he has no plan to be able to end.) The wizard temporarily leaves the Land of Oz only to return to it later (like Ozpin dying only to come back,) and when he returns, he acts as a guide to Dorothy and dumps plot exposition about his origins (guiding the kids, the Lost Fable,) and is then permitted to remain in the Land of Oz by a magic girl who is the true leader (reflective of Ruby and the group ‘graciously’ letting him stay in their group.) Then, there’s Princess Ozma, the extremely benevolent and kind ageless fairy princess, descended from a long line of fairy princess’s, who is the rightful ruler of the land of Oz. Princess Ozma was friendly to outsiders and disliked violence, preferring peaceful solutions to conflict, and when she was first introduced in the books, it was while trapped in the body of a young boy named ‘Tip’ with no recollection of the life as Princess Ozma. I think all of that pretty obviously lines up with Ozma/Ozpin the RWBY character really well! I don’t mind this conjoined character allusion. I’m actually pretty dang fond of this one, I think this (along with Sun) is one of the few well done character allusions in RWBY.

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I hate d*stiel and there’s why.

I discovered supernatural when Season 12 was just airing. By S04E01 I was hooked and I knew why. I mean, that hug. I rewound and rewound and cried my heart out. I was hooked on the boys. I was a Sam/Dean girl. They ruined me for any other show.

When Castiel made an appearance, I was entertained. His quirky personality, his deep voice, his childlike appearance and baby blue eyes, his apparent inability to relate to anything human and his gullible reactions were a temporary distraction from the drama of the demons and the angels and the rip that was widening between the brothers.

The ships came later, and I found myself naturally leaning towards wincest/J2 since my main attraction on the show was the boys’ “erotically codependent” relationship. D*stiel came to my attention, and at first, it didn’t bother me none. To each his own. Up until all hell broke loose and some of the Destiel shippers became “destihellers” on social media.

You ship wincest? Gross, you need to die. You don’t ship d*stiel? You’re a homophobic. The actors don’t like it? what do they know? the writers decide what to write. The writers don’t like it? how dare they those homophobic bastards. The show in its entire cast and crew believe that it’s about the brothers? Oh those LGBTQ+ haters who don’t want any homosexual representation on the show.

They even hated on Jared, wanted him fired and replaced with Misha so that Dean and Castiel would become lead and d*stiel would eventually become canon. They barricaded themselves on social media, demanding the angel’s presence in every episode, armed with the “if you’re not with us, then you’re against us” mentality.

If Jared and Jensen post a picture; where’s Misha.

If Jensen wishes Jared happy birthday; why didn’t you wish Misha a happy birthday?

If Jared and Jensen pick a destiheller during their conventions to ask a question: why isn’t d*stiel canon?? Why are you refusing to make d*stiel canon? Castiel is a Winchester, is he not? (and this flat out cracks me up, I mean, you say wincest is gross cos it’s incest, but if Castiel is a Winchester then incest becomes ok?)

There was this actor who worked with both Jared and Jensen and wished the boys a good series finale, sharing with the world his positive experience with the boys who not only were professional but also friendly and amicable. They raided his post demanding that he thank Misha as well, the poor guy had to explain that he DOESN’T FKN KNOW MISHA!

This year was the year I decided to join the fandom on social media, my first post about spn was a couple of months ago, but I was watching all this happen.

I don’t see fans; I see bullies, attacking people in their person when they can’t find the right arguments.

I see whiners clinging to small inconsequential details, screaming “D*stiel is real? See?”

I see haters who attack actors who’ve put their heart and soul in this show for 15 fkn years, reducing their sweat and blood and effort to “you’re either with d*stiel or you’re not worth it”.

I see ungrateful brats who see nothing of this show but a fictional character and a fictional ship and discard everything else.

I see self-entitled spoiled children, regardless of their age, throwing tantrums in public.

I ship wincest/J2, but I would NEVER do what they did to validate my ship. I would never stoop so low for a fictional ship.

Destihellers disfigured their ship long before wincest shippers decided to move from defense to offense. They tainted it with their narrow mindedness and one sided affection. They ruined it beyond redemption and correction, and they had the biggest effect on me changing from being neutral about d*stiel to eventually hating it.

#j2 #wincest #anti destiel #anti destihellers #Destihellers

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1/? simply because you have the most galaxy brain thoughts ever,,, what do you think would've happened if they waited until s5 to reveal sergio and andrés were (half)brothers?

i do know that when my fam started watching lcdp at first i was so put off. like i watched ep 1 and the prof creeped me out. ""berlin"" creeped me out. e v e r y o n e creeped me out. and i was cringing so hard becz of the short lived romance angle with alison parker. i literally did not watch s1 at all xcept for like sneak peeks. highlights being the scene where berlin discovers monica is alive and does his dramatic door by door thing? that was so SUSPENSEFUL even tho i had no idea what was going on. DOMINGO DE RESURECCION remains forever iconic.

2/? And OF COURSE the group bella ciao dance when they hit earth (hahah i thought the banda were actually like a "found family where they all love each other LOL") i am a SUCKER for found family. but anyhoo when i properly got intrigued was s2 when tokyo was kicked out (the music from that scene is still my favourite) it's just so dramatic..!! why am i telling u all this again? right, i haven't slept a wink and it's nearly 7 am pls forgive me if these rambles make no sense. i have a point with this.. i'm going somewhere

RIGHT. so when the fam actually rewound the ep cz i wanted to know WHY berlin did that (didn't fully realise how batsht crazy he can be), the russian roulette scene played. and pedro's acting. MAN. and like just that ep they made a point of showing us these flashbacks where sergio and andrés hug....

Hi anon! Thanks for stopping by- sorry took me a while to get back to you, will do my best to answer this string of messages (got all 4 parts)! Glad you like my thoughts XD

Firstly, I believe Andres/Sergio would be the biggest LCDP ship if the writers were evil enough to wait until s5 to reveal that they’re brothers asdfasdf. They’re already the two most popular male characters anyway.

It’d be especially crazy because it’s not like they tell the actors these things beforehand either. So that means there’d probably be a Serdres vs Berlermo vs Serquel fight every 5 minutes. I mean, even if not everyone agrees on everything in the lcdp fandom, it’s the most “peaceful” one I’ve ever been in because no character really gets in the way of any other ship (like even with helermo and berlermo there’s no true conflict since Andres is dead). But with Serdres in the mix?? CATASTROPHE. Everyone out here writing essays about how much of a bastard/bitch/homewrecker/motherfucker that Andres or Sergio or Martin or Raquel is. Never a moment’s peace!! so basically, a regular fandom lmao.

Then when we find out they’re brothers, it goes from catastrophe to Apocalypse. Suddenly serquel and berlermo have the upper hand. Everyone would double down and harass the crew/cast into whatever’s going on. Plot-wise, everything is the same though, just without Andres calling Sergio “hermanito.” Fandom however, would be a minefield! And I’m glad that’s not the case because I’d probably be an unfortunate serdres shippers XD No joke, my mother and I thought they were a couple in S1. So bullet dodged!

Secondly: haha, everyone creeped me out in S1 too, especially Berlin, I hated him, but thinking back, I think I mostly hated the fact that I didn’t hate him as much as I should have. I’ve made peace with it now but oh boy, was he a controversial figure in my head. I actually like the professor on sight though! IDK why, maybe because I thought his plans were cool or because of Alvaro’s delivery. I was afraid of an Alison Parker romance thing too- like, I do feel like she had a storyline that got dropped, but that part was quite cringey and overall unnecessary to the plot. Same with Ariadna, which was even cringier and even Less necessary to the plot.

Domingo de resurrecion was iconic though yes! And even with all that said, I genuinely enjoyed parts 1 and 2 because it was so different from anything else I’d seen. Not content wise, but maybe tonally? IDK, they were just really bold with a lot of things, like being objectively unafraid of having the protagonists (plural because all of them did LMAO) do objectively shitty things. Really kept me in suspense from beginning to end!

I’m usually a big fan of found families too! The funny thing is, then banda never struck me as a “family” until season 3. In 1 and 2, I was wondering what felt different about this show; then it hit me that these people remained colleagues to the end. Like, they backstabbed each other (repeatedly) and everyone was quite selfish, and only the bonds that were already there stuck. They were the opposite of a found family LOL But I think by S3, they went down the found family route and I didn’t mind because it makes quite a lot of sense for them to feel that bond after the Mint heist and almost dying/living together (and having witnessed 3 deaths together on the team). But I still doubt Berlin and Palermo were ever really part of this found family, with good reason XD

LOL the scene where Tokyo got kicked out is also among my favorites!! It was so funny and dramatic, and it was like, wow we can go anywhere with this now! Don’t worry- your rambles and thoughts are always welcome :D

I’m rolling over how you watched the Tokyo expulsion scene before the Russian Roulette scene haha. Also yes, PEDRO. Berlin may have been “controversial” to me at first, but I became Pedro’s fan from day one! Also the Hug is probably what made me like Berlin (despite my determination to hate him rip) in the first place.

3/? ... and like now that i think about it... tokyo had real guts huh. like she KNEW berlin was close enough to el prof to know his name (fhshshs imagine if she'd heard andrés saying 'hermanito' it's unrealistic that she didn't TBH. i mean obviously they decided to make them brothers only towards the end but like in canon universe. how tf did andrés de 'i raised my bby brother since he was 12 and i'd actually die for him and his stupidly brilliant plans' fonollosa go 5 months without slipping up once and calling sergio hermanito. or like,,, i like to imagine sergio kinda gave him lots of leeway(?) sergio's a lil oblivious too but like i'm sure half of it is.. that's my dumbass older bro shut up i'm not being partial you all have city names .. andr-berlin, pass the salt. like OOF. + sergio also knew his big bro was dYiNG so like. i'm sure they were sneaking in some quality time (i hope they did 😭 gosh imagine if sergio really did not ever consider the possibility of andrés dying in the heist so he'd tell himself he needs to perfect the plan now & anyway he'll have enough time to spend w/ his brother post heist in philippines. and then ... that happened :/

Tokyo has guts in place of braincells you bet that she’d do something like this, consequences be damned XD I also think it’s unrealistic for Andres not to slip up, but I have a feeling nobody besides Tokyo really tried to spy on them in private. I headcanon that Andres instead slips up and does things like ruffle Sergio’s hair or adjust his tie when other people are around. I also think Tokyo was convinced that they were a gay couple when she saw them hug XD And if Sergio never went on to tell the banda that Berlin was his brother, everyone would be giving Palermo such awkward looks after Nairobi accused him of being in love with Berlin LMAO.

I agree! I also imagine Sergio giving Andres leeway because he’s just so used to interacting with his brother that way haha. So either he’d go out of his way to ignore Berlin in front of everyone else or IDK, borderline telepathically communicate with him. Not even “pass the salt” has to leave his mouth- Berlin just puts salt into his food and cuts it up for him, in front of everyone who’s just staring like O.O

I actually do think Sergio never considered the possibility of Andres dying in the heist because he was just that confident in his own plan. Plus, Andres was probably the one person he expected to survive. And a lot of it has to do with Sergio’s attachment to him + Andres’ own habit of downplaying any illness/injury over the years, which I think is safe to believe canon. He was really in no condition to be in the heist, let alone lead it. Just the fact that he needs to take those injections is a big sign that he shouldn’t be there, but Sergio didn’t catch it because he’s human and blinded by faith :’) So yeah, I think Sergio was planning to spend proper time with Andres in Palawan and at Toledo, they just settled for those little moments by the fireplace.

4/? what always also just GETS me in the feels is that el prof was shown to be this in control creepily calm dude who is miles ahead of everyone. + in the 1st Toledo class itself we see how detached,, like how impersonal he is, how professional - choosing frickin CITY NAMES?! no 'personal relationships' ? (after recruiting his older brother, a father son pair, and war cousins... oh sergio 😂 he's such a frickin nerd and i love him) but like the earlier seasons really emphasised how robotic and down right COLD he can be. it still sometimes bothers me that he put the button in the car. he lead the police to his own damn brother, his blood, who took care of him and adopted him and was terminally ill and like - UGH i try to rationalise that sergio is that cold and unbothered. or that he has strict morals. but it still bothers me becz that button really sort of tipped andres' already unstable sanity. like andrés tells denver someth like you've robbed my future and after that he just seems so much more suicidal and accepting that he can't get out of the mint alive - WHY SERGIO WHY. I KNOW THAT AT THAT POINT YOU BASICALLY DIDN'T KNOW ANDRÉS WAS GOING TO BE YOUR BROTHER YET BECZ IT WASN'T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT BUT WHYYYYY

That’s so funny to me too LMAO No personal relationships, then he recruits these guys. Sergio, hello?? Also can’t forget how he just recruited his own girfrleind in the second heist too. Buddy! Love this nerd.

I don’t think that cold aspect of Sergio went away in later seasons either; he just had more opportunity to show a more open side of himself + without Andres, he had to metaphorically leave his comfort zone without a safety net. But in earlier seasons, he really did seem heartless at times XD Then again, we can argue that the same goes for Andres.

To be fair, I didn’t feel sorry for Andres over the button thing lol, but once the brothers reveal happened and all of Alvaro/Pedro’s headcanons came out and we know everything Andres did for Sergio, it makes what Sergio did REALLY harsh. We really just have to explain it through Sergio’s strict morals and him believing this to be the best non-fatal punishment for Andres, who at that point had convinced him he killed a hostage. And because he knew the television interview was coming up, maybe Sergio assumed Andres would use it to “clear” his name anyway. And empathy isn’t one of Sergio’s strong suits either, so through that lens, I can rationalize it.

Also it was lowkey funny to me how Andres was there like DENVER MUST DIE until he found out Sergio put the button there, then he was like “oh hermanito, you and your practical jokes <3″

Still, like you said, Andres and Sergio weren’t brothers yet at this point. They were probably supposed to be lovers lmao and had a dysfunctional Hannibal Lecter x Will thing going on. But because they made #hermanos canon, that button moment just feels very out of place now, especially given how much the two genuinely love each other.

Guess we could also say that Sergio’s just generally kinda bratty with Andres XD Like, he knows no matter what, Andres would forgive him anything. That’s how I see it anyway!

#anonymous #thanks for stopping by!#royalpaperhouse is this you my friend? :D

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artistic-writer · 4 years

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The Contract :: CS Omegaverse :: Ch 10 :: Rated E

Title: The Contract Rating: E Summary: Emma had never wanted much in her life, despite being married to one of the richest men in the world. For ten years she has felt like a prisoner in her own marriage, denied the one thing she wants the most, but her husband cannot help but bargain her want like a cheap business deal. Enter Killian Jones, the Alpha her husband has hired to make sure she gets what she wants. And then some.

AO3 - Ko-Fi (100% of coffee’s bought go towards buying @adognamedkillian toys and treats!)

A/N: A full ch of smut. Emma is in full heat and Killian will be in full rut in the next chapter (i know you’ve been waiting for that @courtorderedcake ). I know you guys are probably getting sick of all the smut by now, but in case you are NOT, the end of this chapter should be enough of something else to think about until ch 11 is done.

Artwork by me, @artistic-writer

This is an Omegaverse fic featuring A/B/O dynamics. Whilst this varies from fandom to fandom, for the purposes of my fic, there will be no mpreg. Just so you know. There will however be knotting, breeding, heats and other delicious things that come along with A/B/O. If you do not know what A/B/O is, feel free to message me :)

If you wish to stay away from this fic, blacklist the A/B/O tag.

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She loved him. Emma really loved him.

The comfortable silence that fell between them was like being put in a bubble, the safe place only they had access to, and the outside world banned from ever entering. Killian hadn’t been able to stop himself smiling at Emma’s revelation, one that had taken him pleasantly by surprise. He knew how he felt, and he had already told her as much, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy for Emma to admit how she felt, and he was okay with that. Her circumstances were a lot more complicated. At the very least, she was married.

Maybe telling her was too bold and had put her in a difficult position, but Killian had known deep down in his heart that his feelings for her, however frightening, were mutual. He could tell by the way she laughed, by the way she had a glow about her that had steadily grown brighter as they had spent more time together, and by the way that when he was due to leave her, she had become increasingly despondent. It broke his heart to leave her each time, and he was sure that now he knew she was Omega, his soul wouldn’t handle it if he had to leave her forever.

Graham Humbert was vile and Killian hated the man even more now than when he had first met him. A lot had changed since then, of course, but the one thing he still had in his favour was that he was legally Emma’s husband. Killian couldn’t deny how much that filled him with fury, knowing that Graham, the most ungrateful swine to ever walk the Earth, had a piece of paper that said, for all intents and purposes, he owned Emma. Emma wasn’t owned, she wasn’t property, and Killian knew just how to prove it.

Once his knot had receded enough, and Killian was content with the amount of time he had kissed Emma as she lay underneath him, he had gathered her up in his arms and taken her back to the shower. This time he had made sure she was looked after, steady hands and nimble fingers rubbing and massaging every inch of her skin and hair, washing away dried on slick and totally refreshing her. He had worn her out and it showed. Every one of her arm and leg muscles was tight, contracted to within an inch of its life, but as he kneaded the knots out of her, the permanent smile on her face told him she didn’t mind one bit.

At some point, Killian knew they would have to have a conversation addressing all of her earlier questions. The biggest worry on his mind was how he explained marking. For him it was easy. An Alpha could mark an Omega with her permission, and until one did, her body would beg for it, her subconscious making her say and do all sorts of things to entice the Alpha in. Killian wanted nothing more than to mark her and show the world that she was his, but there was still the rather gargantuan issue of Graham Humbert.

Her husband didn’t care for her; he couldn’t. What kind of man left his wife so unsatisfied that she yearned for the touch of another? What kind of man dared to lay hands on the woman he had sworn to love until death do they part? Killian hated thinking about the Humbert’s, and he wished he had never set eyes on the man Emma had married, but if Graham had never been such a bastard, Killian would have never met Emma. In a twisted conclusion, if Humbert had accepted his fate as a Beta and embraced it, Emma would have never needed Killian. Or maybe she would have. Killian didn’t know, but what he did know was that fate had brought them together when they both needed it to, and for that, he was forever grateful.

He’d carried her out of the shower bridal style and set her down on a fluffy, white towel he had stretched out across the black marble countertop beside the sink. Another appeared in his hand and he wrapped it around her, draping the soft cotton over her shoulders and rubbing down the length of her arms to dry her and chase away the shiver that had crept under her skin. He loved it, the little intimacy he was sure, judging by her reaction and the ever present smile plastered on her face, Emma hadn’t really experienced. Being Alpha was more than rutting and fucking and he for one loved the closeness that caring for Emma the way she deserved offered him.

“Thank you,” Emma said softly after a hum of appreciation. She could dry herself but it was nice to be doted on so fondly.

“You’re most welcome, love,” Killian smiled back, tightening the towel around her. He loved to watch her like this, loved to see her so unworried, but his eyes drifted to the cut under her right eye that had never really stopped bleeding since their first shower. He had tried to avoid it as much as possible as he had washed her, but now the heat of the spray had opened it back up and pink, watery trickle was running down her cheek. He frowned, his jaw muscles tightening under his stubble.

“What’s wrong?” Emma asked, concerned by the way his smile had suddenly faded.

“This,” Killian ground out. He lifted his hand and cupped her face, taking the weight of her head in his hands as he gingerly ran his thumb under the angry red swell that surrounded the split under her eye. “This needs a stitch.”

Emma pouted a little but she knew he was right. She nodded in agreement and pulled the towel around herself as Killian dropped into a crouch and pulled open a small cupboard underneath the sink. He fished around inside for a few seconds before reappearing again with a small plastic box in his hands, the lid popping open as he placed it on the countertop next to her.

“I’ll do my best not to hurt you,” Killian told her softly, using a finger to part the fabric band aids and medical tape as he tried to find the small self-adhesive strips that he would use to close the split.

“I know,” Emma said and to emphasize her words, she poked her hand out of her towel shawl and took his in hers, lifting it to her mouth and pressing a kiss to his palm.

Killian watched her and a loving smile pulling at the corner of his lips. Her lips were so soft and yet electrified his skin, causing all of his forearm hair to stand to attention. Emma’s hands snaked around his limb, holding onto it with a firm but gentle hold as Killian plucked one of the little white strips out of their packet and peeled off the backing strip. Emma gulped and he nodded at her reassuringly before moving the strip towards her cut, one arm free and the other guided by her. The first strip went on somewhat awkwardly and Killian laughed.

“Love, I think I need my hand back for this one.” He held up his hand, the back of another stitch already peeled off and the sterile stripe stuck to the tip of his finger. Emma knew this one would hurt because of the apology in Killian’s eyes, but nevertheless, she let go of his arm and sucked in a long, deep breath. “Breathe, alright?” Killian encouraged with a nod.

“Okay,” Emma agreed, nodding back. When Killian stuck one end of the strip to one side of her cut she winced and grabbed his arm to halt any more pulling of her skin. Killian stopped his movements instantly when he noticed her hesitation and met her worried gaze. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me,” she whimpered in anticipation of his question, her fingernails digging into his forearm.

“I need to pull the edges together and it might hurt for a second,” he told her honestly. He could tell by the way her expression changed that she knew he was right, and when she let go of his arm, Killian took a few long, deep breaths in an attempt to coax her into copying him. “On three,” he said firmly. “One, two…”

There was no three. Killian simultaneously pulled the strip and pushed up her cheek until the sides of her wound met, securing the strip in place as quickly as he could. Emma’s entire body jumped on the spot and her leg shot out and kicked his knee in response, pain throbbing through her cheek and her watery eyes wide with disbelief.

“Son of a bitch!” Emma cried, one hand covering her now stitched cut and the other shooting out in a mirrored action of her leg and slapping Killian across the face. The smack echoed in the tiled room and his head turned with the force of it. Emma immediately drew her hand back to cover her mouth with a gasp, her cheeks flushing red. “Oh my god, Killian, I’m sorry,” she said hurriedly, her heart hammering in her chest at the sight of him gritting his teeth.

“It’s quite alright,” he ground out, giving his head a shake and rubbing his jaw.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emma fussed, reaching out for him in more of an apology.

“I know,” he assured her, forcing a smile even though he had struggled to hear her over the ringing in his ears. He plucked her hand out of the air and dragged his lips across her palm, soothing the sting that had edged its way to her fingertips. “It’s just your body reacting to pain, your fight or flight response.”

“Wouldn’t I have had that before?” Emma frowned, cupping his jaw.

“Yes, but you wouldn’t have listened to it. Now you’re more in tune with who you really are, everything is more acute.” After a few seconds of her hand on his face the buzz in his ears faded out and it just left the throbbing in his neck from how hard Emma had slapped him. She was strong, he’d give her that, mentally and, as he had just learned, physically too.

“I’m so sorry,” Emma repeated, her cheeks turning pink.

“It’s alright, love, really,” Killian assured her again with a nod, his voice softer now the shock had left him. He pulled her into his arms and tightened his hold around her smaller frame in a crushing hug. Her drying hair stuck to the hook-like hairs on his chin when he turned his head to kiss her crown, but he quickly righted it by smoothing the hair back over the shape of her skull. “You’ve quite the right hook.” He smiled, impressed.

That made her laugh and Killian could see her relax, her shoulders slumping and the corners of her perfect lips ticking up into a smirk of agreement. She was still as fierce as she was a few days ago and he could see her sass brimming just under the surface, still ever ready and still very Emma. He got lost in her eyes when she looked up at him with nothing but love shining behind the green hues, real love that he wasn’t sure he had ever seen before, or would ever see again. And it was the best kind of pure love that was only for him. Emma might have been smiling in the photos he saw in the house she shared with Graham, but she wasn’t smiling until she was with him.

A shiver shook her entire body, her teeth chattering where she sat on the countertop to the side of the sink. Killian noticed immediately, rubbing the sides of her arms and then the tops of her legs, but underneath the towel, she was bone dry. Her hair, still wet and keeping her cold, needed to be dried. Killian grabbed another towel, a dark navy blue one, and laid it over the top of her head before gently massaging his fingers against the luxurious fibres in an attempt to soak up the excess water keeping the chill in her bones.

“Don’t you have a hairdryer?” Emma laughed, her head flopping from side to side with his rubbing.

“Whatever for?” Killian teased, one eyebrow jumping up on his brow.

Emma narrowed her eyes at him and simultaneously raked them over his features, trying to assess his mockery with a scoff. “Please! Like you don’t have a hairdryer.” She cast one more glance up at his own still wet but perfectly styled hair with curious fancy. “No, you definitely have a hairdryer,” she said confidently but Killian’s boyish smirk made her second guess herself.

“Do I?” He asked her playfully.

“Yes?” Emma said but the tone of her voice, jumping at the end, betrayed her reservation. “Do you?” She squeaked with laughter.

“I do,” Killian conceded, joining her in laughter. “But you must never tell my brother.”

“Well, I’ve only just learned you have a brother, so…” Emma’s words trailed off and for a second she simply took him in, wondering if his brother was just as handsome. “Is he an Alpha?” Emma asked inquisitively, pure wonder in her voice.

“Aye,” Killian said playfully, drawing out the word with a sideways glare. “He is.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Emma added quickly, noticing the flare of his nostrils and the way his hand on her thigh gripped a little tighter. She spread her legs, inviting him into the space by lightly tugging at the curve of his hips and he followed obediently. “I only have eyes for one Alpha.”

Killian’s hands skimmed up and over the curve of her knees, under the towel and along the length of her outer thigh, enjoying the way goosebumps rose under the pads of his fingers at his touch. She practically purred through her smile, her hands meeting behind his head and her fingers interlocking, forming a cradle for his skull. She pulled his face towards hers, his lips curving into a knowing smirk, his tongue darting out to taste her bottom lip just before she surged forward and inhaled him in her kiss. It wasn’t just her eyes that only had one Alpha in mind. Emma’s body was singing for him too already.

Killian kissed her back, aggressive and commanding, greedy hands tearing off her towel and grabbing at her flesh where he was assuredly leaving the indents of his fingernails as crescent-shaped blemishes against her skin that would be the closest thing to marking her he could get right now. Her tongue invited his inside her mouth and they danced around each other as her fingers grabbed at his hair, guiding the angle of his lips against hers. Her scent gland spiked, a new wave of her arousal mixing with her Omega scent, calling to the beast inside of him, and before Killian had time to react logically, his fingers were brushing over the gland in her neck to coax out more of the delicate aroma.

She put his head in a spin and the soft, breathy moans tumbling from Emma’s mouth as he skirted his kisses to the corner of her lips and along her cheek made his cock swell underneath the towel slung low on his hips. Her hands flattened out over the ridges of his shoulder blades, her head falling back into his awaiting hand, and his lips changed direction, peppering more kisses over her chin and along the side of her jaw.

“Only I can make you feel this way, Omega,” he growled against the underside of her jaw. One of his hands nudged between her thighs where he found her already sodden, and he grinned wickedly when her legs fell open and she whimpered his name. “Make you so, so, wet for me,” he cooed, his breath ghosting over her scent gland when he had reached the juncture of her neck.

Emma whined, quaking in his hold. Her body cried out for his bite, the only way she knew to quell the ache in her bones and the twist in her gut, even if she didn’t know how she knew it. Every second spent with Killian made something else in her body wake up and she was learning to listen to each whisper with vigour rather than fear. What was once the most terror-inducing thing to happen in her life had blossomed into such an insatiable need, one that had become like a drug, rendering her helpless and in need of Killian more than she ever thought possible. His kisses peppered her scent gland and she arched into him, the throbbing in her neck almost as painful as the ache between her thighs.

“Such a good girl,” Killian praised, grazing his teeth over her gland. “My good girl,” he growled.

“Yes,” Emma hissed. Her fingernails clawed into the back of his head and she felt the rumble of his groan down deep in her soul.

Killian’s hand between her thighs, coaxing the slick from her body, was like fire in her veins. The more he stroked, the hotter she became, a yearning for his knot burning her up from the inside. Emma had once thought she needed Killian because she needed an escape from the way she was a prisoner in her own life, but in reality, she had needed him like the oxygen she breathed. They had a connection that transcended time and space and without him, Emma felt like she would suffocate and die.

“You found me,” she whispered in a breathy pant, her voice almost inaudible. His lips on her skin made it almost impossible to comprehend what she was feeling, or how to properly convey what she needed him to know, but with a few targeted tugs against the edge of his towel, it was soon slipping off Killian’s hips and leaving him naked before her, letting him know exactly what she wanted from him.

“I’ll always find you,” Killian vowed and with his words, Emma was hoisted up into his arms, the towel she had been wrapped in also sliding to the floor. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, settling into his arms, clutching his face in her hands and making sure not an inch of his skin was spared from her feverish kisses. He spun them around to leave the bathroom, the motion making him dizzy, and he had to stop himself from falling forward with a powerful grip. “You’re my Omega now,” Killian promised protectively. “No harm will ever come to you as long as there is breath in my lungs and my heart beats strong in my chest.”

In the time it took Killian to declare his undying devotion, he had reached the bed once more and was settling Emma down in the most comfortable position he could find. Emma lay back without prompting, her knees falling open to create the inviting space between them that swirled with the scent of her arousal and made Killian giddy. His hands roamed her body, paying special attention to the tenderness of her breasts, warm, roughened palms cradling each before his tongue went to work tasting the skin of each nipple, peaked hard and more sensitive with every suck. A new contraction plagued Emma’s insides, seemingly pulling in both directions at once and the tearing sensation made her cry out in agony at the same time her back arched off the bed and into Killian’s touch.

“It hurts,” Emma whined, somewhat distracted by how intense her latest muscle spasm was. “Please, Alpha, make me better.”

There was no waiting around this time or wondering if or how he might hurt her. Killian surged up her body, pinning her to the bed with a firm hand on her hip and slipped his cock through her folds and into the cavernous warmth of her with a shudder. He would never get tired of the way Emma’s body reacted to his, the slight hesitation of her muscles at his girth less now that she knew what she was. Alphas and Omegas were made for each other, literally two bodies that fit together so perfectly there would be no other, Killian like the key that had unlocked an entirely new, and now free, Emma.

The second he was inside of her, Emma’s body began to quiver, her muscles shuddering along his length and pulling some of his seed out prematurely. Killian didn’t fight it, pushing harder into her until he felt the heat from her opening burning the base of his cock, the blood pulsing around his knot like a massage. Emma hardly noticed he had grunted in release, probably because he was still rock solid inside of her, her hips attempting the cant against him for more. Killian paused, stopping to regain his composure and to take in the sight of her, glorious and precious underneath him, his knot poking out of its sheath at the blissful smile across her lips.

“Your knot,” Emma begged and she reached down as far as she could to clutch at the fuzzy globes of his behind, her legs spreading impossibly wider in an attempt to fit more of him in.

“I know, Omega,” Killian soothed. He reached for the sheet, cast down the bed somewhere from his movements, and wiped it across Emma’s brow to mop up her heat-induced sweating, her serene smile gracing her face once more. “I just need a moment,” Killian ground out, his body betraying his words as his hips pulled back as far as her grip would allow and some of the mixture of her slick and his come dribbled out of her.

“Am I too much?” she teased, her nose brushing over the tip of his and a coy smirk playing across her lips now that her womb no longer felt the need to evacuate her body.

Killian chuckled and buried his face into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her scent gland so it released a little more of its intoxicating aroma. Emma’s arms were around him and she craned her neck towards him, enticing him, teasing him so much that Killian couldn’t help but run his tongue over the gland with a feral growl. His grip on her hip tightened and his fingernails broke the skin there as his resolution was tested, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent and felt the effects instantly. He pulled back with the last thread of resolve he had left, sitting back on his knees between her spread legs and busying himself with tracing the faint, silvery stretch marks on her inner thighs to ground the inner beast.

“Am I?” Emma asked again, the tone of her voice betraying her anxiety. She tore her eyes from his, turning her head away with a blush as she attempted to hide.

“No, no, no, Omega,” Killian whispered with a patient shake of his head.

He knew her emotions were still wildly erratic, and one minute she would be up and the next down and the last thing he would ever want was for her to question how much she meant to him. Or how much he needed her just as much as she needed him. Killian’s hands skimmed up her torso, the fine sheen of heat-induced sweat covering her body clinging to his fingertips until he was able to hook a crooked finger under her jaw and coax her head back to his. Emma moved her head with very little resistance and looked up at him through her lashes.

“No,” Killian repeated firmly, cradling her chin in his hand so she couldn’t look away. “Never. You hear me. Never.”

“I’m sorry,” Emma whispered in a hushed voice. “I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Killian cocked his head sideways. “Hey, why are you sorry?” Emma shrugged and Killian could see the water pooling in her eyes. “You’ve no need to apologize, love. Never apologize for who you are, not now you know,” he said a little louder, partly making sure she was hearing his words, and partly because of the rage he held for her so-called husband who he was sure was responsible for her apology in the first instance. “You’re the most delicate treasure any man would be lucky to find, and I for one am thanking the gods for every second I get to spend with you to show you just that.”

“You are?” The damn broke and a single tear rolled down Emma’s cheek when she blinked and it was pushed from her eyelids.

“Aye, you daft thing!” Killian quickly cupped her face in his hand, brushing away the wet streak marring her skin with the pad of his thumb before pressing his lips to hers. Emma’s lip quivered against his and Killian pushed harder, giving everything he had in a silent declaration of his love, his mouth sealing his promise where words might have fallen short. Emma kissed him back after a few seconds, whimpering, her hormones turning her body blazing hot beneath him.

Killian listened to her body as it sang its sweet song to him, his cock began to harden again, the strain of his knot starting to become painful. There would be no telling Emma, not in the state she was in, so he would have to show her. He sat back up, careful not to hurt her as he shimmied himself down off her body and pushed her legs together. Emma gave him a slightly confused stare before Killian bit his bottom lip and waggled his eyebrows playfully, encouraging her to roll over.

“Let me show you, darling,” Killian growled, feeling the shape of Emma’s calves under his hands as they floated up towards the globes of her behind, fingertips dancing over her skin and causing goosebumps in their wake.

If there was one thing Killian knew about Emma it was what made her feel good. During their many encounters, he had experimented, using her flexibility to his advantage to find the most intimate areas within her that would have Emma screaming his name. Of course, that was until he found out who Emma really was, what she was, and the anticipation of feeling her around him as he took her from behind now had him almost salivating with need.

His actions became a little rougher, his fingers slipping between the crease of her arse and pushing down to her centre, the greed for what lay there ingrained in his very soul. Hot, slippery slick mixed with his premature release coated his fingers and Killian could barely wait the second it took to lift his hand to his lips, tongue darting out to meet it halfway and lapping their essences up in an instant. He groaned out loud, the deep rumble of content accompanied by a grab of Emma’s behind to try and ground himself from the heaven he was busy enjoying so engagingly.

Without prompting, Emma lifted her hips higher, mewling, begging for more of him, any part of him, to quell the fire currently raging inside of her. Killian took his opportunity, surging forward and burying his face between her thighs, pushing them apart with the width of his face so he could lick her from clit to pulsating centre and savour the bounty her body had offered him so readily. She tasted exactly how she smelled, like the finest wine only he could taste, her heat causing every little touch, nibble and lick he was giving her to be amplified tenfold.

“So sweet,” he uttered, smacking his lips together. “You’re so fucking delicious, Omega.”

“Alpha,” Emma breathed, unable to focus on anything except his fingers prepping her for the girth of him. She wanted him - no, needed him - inside her now. “Please let me have it.”

Killian pulled back, quickly wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, biting his bottom lip as, with a firm slap, he sent Emma’s body crashing down on the bed once more. She let out a shriek of excitement, burying her face into the pillows, tossed askew by their activities, her whole body trembling and her heart pounding in her chest. Killian got her blood racing and since finding out she was Omega it had been like a light had been turned on, the way to her pleasure lit for him by the bloodborne torchbearers on every thump of her heart. She knew he could smell her blood, could smell her scent as it tore through her veins, luring him in and making him lose what little control he had left.

And she loved every second of it.

Killian climbed up over her, pinning her legs together with his own, his knees resting on either side of her thighs. He was panting, sweat dripping from the hair flopping over his brow onto Emma’s back where it practically sizzled away on the heat of her skin. Emma wiggled, enticing the beast inside of him with the promise of a chase she knew he would never have to carry out, but still loved the way it thrilled him into a frenzy. When Emma felt the tip of his length, hot and hard as it poked between her cheeks and nudged into her entrance, she felt a sudden relief, and when he was fully sheathed inside of her, she felt like she was floating.

“Alpha,” she whispered breathlessly, her world spinning. “Take me,” Emma begged, clenching her muscles in an attempt to get him moving. “Please make me come.”

The ferocious growl that Killian let out made her flush hot beneath him in anticipation of what he would do next. His hands on the small of her back braced his weight as he slipped out of her and then slipped back into her torturously slow with shaking hips. He was trying to keep his composure, caught between leaving her satisfied and easing her pain, but Emma’s body was crying out for quick and hard. Every Alpha had stamina, but the mark of a true Alpha was keeping cool under the thrall of an Omega in peak heat, enough to keep her sated as often as she needed him.

But by the Gods if Emma wasn’t making it the most difficult thing he had ever faced.

“Omega,” Killian warned gruffly, his voice deepened with desire. “You’re really hell-bent on ending me, aren’t you?”

Emma shot him a quick glance over her shoulder. “Only until I get what I want,” Emma smirked playfully.

Killian canted his hips harder, finding the deepest spot within her with a little more force than needed, making her gasp with exhilaration. “You are such a bad girl,” Killian purred darkly, the feel of her around him pulling him into oblivion. Emma whined at his words and Killian cloaked her in his weight, tucking one arm around and under her throat and holding her body still with the other. “And you like it a little rough, don’t you, sweet thing?”

His lips pressed to the side of her face felt like a brand on her skin, searing the shape of his smirk into the side of her face. His breath was hot, damp residue from his pants coating her already clammy skin, his cock rock hard inside her only just soothing the ache that threatened to burn her up from the inside. He pushed himself inside of her again and all of the air left her, the white behind her eyelids flashing brighter with every thrust, her body pressed harder into the bed as Killian doubled his efforts and she felt the pressure of his knot against her opening.

“Oh!” she breathed at the sudden sensation and her hand found the headboard, her nails clawing into the fabric.

“Oh, aye, love,” Killian growled darkly. He rearranged himself, broad hands holding her down, the thrill of doing so making his knot pop out of its sheath and his hips to stutter with his pace. “Here it comes, Omega,” he ground out. “Take my knot.”

With one last thrust, Emma was calling out his name and his title, fingers bunching the sheet in her hand as her body simultaneously stiffened and began to violently quake against Killian’s weight. He pressed inside harder as he came, loving the way Emma cried out in pleasurable pain as he made sure his knot was fully seated inside of her, blood engorging the bulb and making sure he wasn’t leaving the spot he loved the most any time soon. Killian tried to ignore the spike of scent from Emma’s gland, a task made easier by their position, but his hazy vision remained from the force of their union.

“Fuck, Emma,” Killian sighed breathlessly, his legs shaking.

“Oh my God,” Emma whimpered, the full force of her orgasm washing through her and leaving her a quivering mess.

Killian grinned boyishly, his forehead pressed to the uppermost ridge of her spine. With a chuckle he ground himself into her harder, snaking a hand between them and pulling her cheek aside so that he could make sure he was fully enveloped in her warmth, her muscles twitching and massaging the curvature of his knot bulb. He hissed when she tried to shift, pulling at his knot as she slid one leg across the sheets and grabbed his hand, pushing it down between her legs and using his fingers to prolong her pleasure.

“Mmmm,” Emma hummed with a note of serenity in her voice.

“You like that, love?” Killian purred. Her clit was slippery with slick and his digit glided over the hardened bundle of nerves effortlessly when he followed her prompt. “You want a little more from your Alpha?”

“I just want to feel like this a little longer,” Emma pouted.

“Like what?” Killian asked softly, slowing his stroking to a steady rhythm that had Emma’s heart picking up in her chest. “Like this?”

Emma sighed, her head spinning as her already spent body became more and more primed under his assault. Killian rolled them over, careful not to hurt her as he settled them on their sides and his hand continued the friction between her legs that threatened to set her on fire. Emma bit down on her bottom lip so hard her skin turned white, her eyes fluttering closed as she nodded. It was all she could do, her muscles already twitching around his knot as another orgasm crept up on her and her body began the now familiar dance of yearning for the pleasure she had only ever felt since meeting Killian.

Killian tucked his chin into the juncture of her neck, letting the scent of her invade his senses as he inhaled her. His teeth grazed over the gland there, sending his head into a spin and causing him to quicken the pace he had set with his fingers when he realised she was close. He alternated between pushing on her clit and rubbing it from side to side, the filthy sounds Emma was making as she begged for more sending his stomach dropping away from him, and the beast inside to come back out to play.

“I want more,” Emma whined. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, guiding him harder and faster on the slippery nub.

“There is no more,” Killian growled into her hair. “You already have my knot, Omega.”

Emma let out a whimper, almost a sob at the fact she couldn’t have his knot again so quickly, but she should have known that Killian wouldn’t leave her disappointed. He lifted her leg over his hip, opening the apex of her thighs for him and exposing her red hot clit to the cooler air of the room, something that made Emma gasp. He canted his hips, forcing his knot bulb harder into her until he felt the spongy front walls of her cavern twitch from the contact, and resumed the torture on the bundle of nerves between her legs, pushing himself impossibly deeper each time he heard Emma cry out his name until she had no words and was shaking in his arms from another climax.

He relaxed a little, easing his hold on her as much as he could without pulling against his knot, his hands skimming over her hips lovingly and his kisses following suit, quick pecks to her skin to soothe the adrenaline of extra stimulation.

“Emma, love,” he panted but he had no other words, despite needing to say and promise so much to the Omega beside him, but he hoped, as he pressed his lips to the sweaty ridge of each bump of her spine in a soothing kiss, she understood exactly what he intended to say.

“I know, Alpha,” Emma muttered, emotion clogging up her throat. She reached an arm behind her head and threaded her fingers through the length of his messy hair, soaked with sweat and jet black, gently guiding his lips back to her skin, craning her neck with a smirk when he peppered kisses over the skin behind her ear. “I love you too, Killian Jones.”

Graham Humbert did not need to be interrupted. He had been hounded all day at work with frivolous tasks he most definitely was sure he paid other people a lot of money to make sure never crossed his desk, and then he had had to listen to his father reprimand him about how he had let his wife, a ‘prized omega’, go. Like Graham had tried to explain to his hot-headed Alpha father, no one let Emma do anything; she was, and always would be, her own person, regardless of if the Humbert Alphas thought they owned her.

God, he hated family sometimes, but not as much as the incessant chime of the doorbell and the fact he had sent all the help home earlier than planned and had to interrupt his brooding to answer the door himself. The tips of his ears burned with rage, but as soon as he pulled open the door a little harder than necessary, they cooled instantly and a new ire overwhelmed him.

“Mother?” Graham said, his voice full of annoyed surprise that he couldn’t hide.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” the older woman scoffed, breezing right through the doorway and passed a dumbstruck Graham. "Invite your mother in."

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Graham enquired, closing the door behind his mother and following her into the lobby. The sound of her heels clicking against the floor made his ears hurt and he pinched his brow in frustration. "And so late in the day too," he uttered under his breath.

"Can't a mother visit her son without all the suspicion?" Diana Humbert smiled the same sickly sweet, fake smile she had always done when he was growing up and Graham thought he might throw up. "You're right," she conceded, fixing the strap of her purse that had flipped itself over and began creasing the sleeve of her very expensive jacket. "I’m not here to see you. I've come to see Emma."

Graham clenched his jaw at his wife's name, the bruises on his knuckles beginning to itch at the mere thought of her. "Can I ask why?" Graham wasn’t sure if his father had made time to tell his wife what had happened and his mother was being intentionally deceptive, or she really had no idea. Considering his father’s rarity for spending any sort of casual time with his wife, Graham figured the latter was probably the case.

"Never you mind that!" Diana laughed, her perfectly quaffed hairstyle not moving a single iota when she tossed her head back and the sound tumbled from her highly glossed pink lipstick covered lips. "Just ladies things." Her laughter died off and she cast a quick glance around the deserted lobby of the Humbert mansion but found no sign of Emma anywhere. "Now, be a dear and fetch that pretty young thing of a daughter in law for me, would you?"

#the contract #cs au #cs omegaverse #omegaverse #Alpha!Killian #cs ff #cs fanfic #cs fic #tw: physical abuse of a spouse #a/b/o dynamics #A/B/O

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yandere-daydreams · 4 years

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So uh...what would YOU, as in daydream, blue, and pissgoblin be like as yanderes? And what type of darlings would you keep?

This started as a joke, I promise. It didn’t end that way, though.

Name: Blue

Position: Editor

Type: Protective and Sadistic, and whiney about it.

~Bastard. Bastard man. You’ve never seen a boy more bastardly.

~He genuinely does love you. That’s something you never have to worry about. He loves you, and he couldn’t live without you and he wants you to be with him all the time, but he’d rather die than admit that. It’s a matter of pride, something he can hardly manage to admit to himself, much less to you. It’s concerning, but it makes some of his other habits more explainable, too.

~Speaking of, don’t get your hopes up. Blue’s treatment of you is a lot of things, but ‘tolerable’ might the best descriptions. You’re given exactly what you need to survive, nothing less and certainly nothing more. Even before he takes you home, you won’t be sure if he hates you, loves you, or couldn’t be bothered to reach either extreme. It’s not lukewarm, nor is it inconsistent, just… confusing. I just hope you’re not prone to whiplash, because there will be a few moments that catch you off guard.

~No shame about PDA, whether that means flirting with a few unwanted witnesses or pinning you against the wall in a crowded hall, just so he can see how you squirm. Both are unpleasant, but he can’t be bothered to feel embarrassed about either.

~Talks about punishing you a lot more than he actually does. Sometimes you wish he would just punch you or something, to break the tension.

~About the ‘Protective’ part of his classification, I wouldn’t expect to see any of his more sheltering tactics. Don’t get me wrong, other people aren’t allowed to do so much as touch you. You’re separated from humanity like it’s a sport, kept away from anything or anyone that could hurt you, hardly allowed to cook on your own, lest you get another cut he insists on bandaging for you. But, he’s not as strict when it comes to his actions. It’s like he’s keeping you pristine just so he gets the honor of tearing you down, whether that means craving his name into your shoulder because you don’t seem appreciative enough of his protection or kidnapping you just to make your life a living hell. All you can do is hope he’s in a good mood, at the end of the day.

Name: Piss Goblin

Position: Beta-Reader

Type: Possessive and Delusional, meaning she couldn’t be more clingy.

~She’ll piss on you. Do I have to say that? The name isn’t a joke, y’all.

~It’s weird. She doesn’t seem off, not when you first meet her. Everything is fine for the longest time, it’s wonderful, in fact. You couldn’t ask for a sweeter friend or a more patient shoulder-to-lean-on, and she always seems to be there, when you need her. And… even when you don’t need her to be, if you’re being honest.

~Definitely goes from normal to absolutely obsessed the fastest, out of these three, at least. It’s competition that sets her off, the mere idea of another person claiming your attention. You don’t even have to do anything, not really, just a reminder of the fact that you could talk to another person is enough to make her hold your hand a little tighter, to walk a little closer to you, to check in on you one more time because you might be thinking about someone else, and she doesn’t know if she could take that. I should need to say that you’re done for the moment a real threat comes alone. Or, your knee-caps are, at any rate.

~You can throw as many tantrums as you want to, there’ll never be a punishment. PG just can’t justify hurting you. But, your environment will change with your behavior. It’s subtle, most of the time, just a missed meal here and a few less pillows after a particularly nasty escape attempt, but the only thing that really sets her off is… external factors. A report about a missing person, a former friend bringing you up in conversation, the slightest hint of someone else acknowledging your existence will make her panic. You’ll be able to tell, too, if only because your restraints are a little tighter than night.

~She’s made you play at least thirty-six hours of Minecraft. Sometimes you wonder if she only kidnapped you to look after her farms.

~It’s not too bad, as long as you don’t mind all the kidnapping and coddling, being loved by one person and one person only. She can’t control herself, not when it comes to jealousy, but she does try to make things pleasent for you. That’s another sore point, really. Your ‘home-life’ may be a little testing sometimes, but don’t bring it up. If you think her attic is in poor shape, you should see her basement.

Name: Daydreams

Position: Writer

Type: Obsessive and Manipulative, or in other words, a bitch.

~The biggest handful out of the three, really. Based on clinginess alone, really.

~It’s not even an obsession, not really. Obsessions are loving, obsessions want to be taken deeper, but you hardly even know where you stand with this emotionally-oblivious idiot. You’d guess it’s more of a soft-loathing, if only due to the sheer amount of complaining that goes on between the two of you, usually prompted by your oh-so-adoring partner. It’s a relationship, but you can never be sure what kind. It seems to vary from day-to-day, if anything.

~If it’s any silver-lining, you won’t be kidnapped. No, no, you’ll just feel like you’re trapped. Daydreams certainly isn’t the ‘overly blatant’ type, you’re not going to get huge, dramatic proclamations of love, but it’s hard to get rid of someone who insists on following you around like a lost puppy, constantly doing small tasks or trying to come up with questionable ideas that might catch your eye. It’s subtle, but things still get a little tense whenever your attention seems to stray. Enough for you to hold your breath whenever one of those ever-constant ‘check-in calls’ is late.

~Affection is surprisingly common. It’s less verbal and more physical, often showing itself as an arm around your waist or a tug on your sleeve, if only because your hand was empty when Daydreams could be holding it. Expect to be pulled in front of a laptop once or twice a week, too, if only to read over a few pages of rambling text when Daydreams’ spouts excuses in the background, asking you what you think before claiming your opinion doesn’t matter, it’s all definitely good work. You just don’t know what you’re talking about if you say anything different.

~Almost definitely writes fanfiction about you... or tries to, at least. More files than anyone would care to know have been deleted moments after they were brought into existence.

~Praise is going to be necessary. You’re ridiculed, hardly appreciated, but that apathy can’t go both ways. Refusal won’t end in violence, but just how testy Daydreams’ gets might be enough to convince you it will. That’s what keeps you so close, really. Complete and utter fear. You don’t think you’ll ever be hurt by someone who claims to love you so much, but sometimes you reject the wrong advancement or say you don’t want to be touched, and your stared down so harshly by those red eyes, your mind can’t help but wander to less pleasent things. It’s not much, but it’s enough to make you a little less hesitant to comply, next time. Well, that, and just how tightly you’re held, after these little ‘fights’. Like you aren’t allowed to leave.

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Hi! Could I request some general MK fluff headcanons?

*Screams into the void* Nonnie, I’m so very sorry this took a v e r y long time for me to do for you -- I hope you can forgive me. So, without further adieu, here’s your request - I sincerely hope it’s to your liking and my apologies if the wait was most certainly not worth it. To you and the other people who requested: I’m so sorry for the long wait and if I made you feel ignored. Thank you so much for your patience, I really do appreciate it. <3

PSA: I’d gotten this request *quite* a while ago and had begun working on it that week. At the time, Kazuomi’s “Lover Occultus - First Night” had not been released. I’d begun working on this December 4, 2020. To this day (March 14, 2021) I’ve yet to read Kazuomi’s “Lover Occultus - First Night.” (i’m well aware I’m a horrible writer and mk fan - sue me)

for what it was worth, it was worth all the while

Kazuomi:

It’s just another wednesday night

Except it’s not

Kazuomi being - well, Kazuomi - decided to take you on a trip

It was, like everything else he does, spontaneous

All you did to get swept up in this madness was become someone important to him

If you hadn’t walked into his office when you had, he was going to personally go to your apartment and drag you out of there

So really, you saved him the trip

When he told you he was taking you on a trip, you were confused

“When?”

“Now”

You not having a suitcase packed or anything wasn’t an issue

Kazuomi had a bunch of stuff in the closet for you

Of course, it wouldn’t be kazuomi if a little bet was involved

You really wanted to know where you were going

But he refused to say

SO the second the words “How about a bet?” fell from your lips,

Never one to stray from wagers, he stopped what he was doing, and smirking a bit, looked slightly over his shoulder, waiting for you to continue

“I get to ask you three - and only three - questions about where it is we’re headed. You have to answer truthfully, and I can’t outright ask you where it is we’re going. After I’ve asked the questions, I get one shot at guessing where we’re going. If I win, you have to watch a Tom Cruise movie with me and you’ve got to actually pay attention to the movie.”

“What if you lose?”

“Choose your prize.”

“Oho, I get to choose?”

“I’m going to regret this later, but yes, you can choose.”

“I want to see a picture of you when you were little - the most recent one you have on your phone.”

You grumbled, but agreed.

Aaaand, of course, Lady Luck was on Kazuomi’s side again (although, when is she not?)

So you had to start digging through your phone looking for a picture.

That bastard had the biggest smirk on his face

He teased you the whole flight, wondering what kind of picture he’d get to see

Finally, after what seemed like 50 hours (more like 12 hours, to be exact), the private plane landed

Well, you’d never guessed here, of all the other places Kazuomi could’ve taken you.

You were in Mexico.

Kazuomi’d taken you to the country his adoptive father would bring him to on vacations.

Your heart felt a twinge of pain, but mostly, you melted at the fact that Kazuomi’d want to bring you somewhere so close to his past - to him.

The rest of the day (since the time and flight did a number on the both of you) you’d headed to a hotel together, opting to get some rest before exploring

But Kazuomi woke you up

It was dark out, and you were still a bit tired

But he had that boyish look in his eye

And you knew you couldn’t go back to sleep then - not when he got excited like this

Not that you’d ever tell him, but you thought this boyish side to him was adorable

He got you out of bed, and asked you to follow him

“Not like I could go back to sleep anyway” was your response

“I want to show you something”

He led you to the rooftop,

Mexico City’s lights glistening below the both of you

The rich smell (and sounds) of street vendors selling elotes and carne asada to passersby filled your senses

Curiously, you looked down and admired the world beneath your feet

“Lay down”

You turned around and found Kazuomi laying on his back, eyes looking to the celestial world above you rather than the glittering one below

Following his lead, you let yourself down beside him, still wondering why Mexico of all places, and why bring you here -- and why did he wake you up

He wrapped one arm around you, and as if reading your mind, said

“I didn’t have a lot growing up. Everyday, before I met my adoptive father, I was on the streets - not knowing if I’d live to see the next day. But then one day, that changed. I was adopted, and lived out a grand life with him. I never again had to worry about living to the next day - which, before my time on the streets, was something I took for granted.”

“I’m lucky to have someone by my side - you. I get to bring you to these places - the ones where I visited on holidays. During a time when I was safe again - where it wasn’t me against the world or the elements.”

“I mean, yeah, it was bad - but there was some semblance of hope.”

“In my mind, back then, the world I knew was cruel and dark. Hateful. Corrupt. Sinister. Cold. Unforgiving. Merciless. The days were hard, but the nights were harder. Then again, the nights weren’t so bad. That’s because when I thought all the world was bleak, I’d lay down, get ready to sleep - but when I did, I always saw the stars. They’re always in clusters. Never alone. They shine, and give off so much light - they’re beautiful.”

“When I thought all the world was bleak, the stars proved me wrong. They’re proof that even when things get bad, when everything seems dark, there’s a glimmer of home somewhere out there. And I want to believe that because they’re always in clusters they’re never really alone - and we’re never really alone.”

“I wanted to bring you here because you’re that important to me. You’re worth my secrets - knowing my every mystery. So I wanted to show you this. The stars. The things that restore my wonder, awe, and hope when I thought there was nothing. They’re what made me want to build resorts for people, so they’d never feel that depth of loneliness that I’ve felt.”

He looks over at you, a sense of sadness hanging there, in his eyes, nearly snuffing out the boyish look you’d seen in him not five minutes before.

“That’s enough of me, now, show me that picture of you.” He says, a smirk tugging at his lips, attempting to erase the melancholic grip around his heart.

Thankful you brought your phone with you, you pulled it out, showing Kazuomi a picture of you when you were about five.

You’re wearing a dress, covered in mud, and crying.

Kazuomi’s smirk dissolved into a laugh, trying not hard enough to hold back a laugh following his snort

You explain that you were playing in the park when you’d slipped on a patch of mud, somehow scraping your knee in the process

He couldn’t hold back anymore

The image of a cherubic, muddy, crying version of the strong, capable woman before him made him forget where he was

Although on any other day you’d hate the fact he was laughing at you, you were okay with it.

For a long time, Kazuomi’s smile was barely a ‘smile’

For so long he’d been in pain, and he’d been burying it.

Now though - he had you.

He chose to bring you to a place close to his heart - after he’d been saved.

He opened up to you and told you a story about the stars up above that helped him get through it.

And you made him laugh

As you lay there, looking at him, laughing, you decided to engrave this moment in your mind.

You promised yourself then;

When things got hard for him again, you’d be there. Ready to help him through whatever may stand in his way.

Yuzuru:

Blankets of white covered everything in sight

Christmas lights decorated the streets

every woman envied you - you were beautiful, smart, had wit, but most of all;

You were the only one who captivated Yuzuru

The only one he made those eyes at -

You were the only one who held his heart

And he made sure you knew that

Every winter, when the snow coated everything, he’d take you to a winter festival in the heart of Tokyo

Ice and snow sculptures alike littered the area, food stands selling warm food stood at attention beside the gaming booths.

Children chase each other, their mothers following close behind badgering their children to wear the scarves and hats they’d left behind.

Seated beside Yuzuru on a bench, you watch two children playing together: a boy and a girl.

He’s running in circles away from her, and she roars as she chases him.

Thinking the scene adorable, you chuckle a bit as you rest your head in the palm of your hand, your elbow digging into your thigh.

Suddenly, a welcome warmth makes its presence known on your otherwise numb free hand.

“They’re cute.”

“Yeah.” you say, enchanted by the children

“What do you think about becoming a mother?”

Surprised at the sudden question, you face him, seeing he’s completely serious - then again, Yuzuru’s not one who’d say something like that in a joking manner.

“It’s something I’d want, but with my line of work, it’s dangerous - not only for me, but for the kid.”

You say, turning back to look at the children innocently playing - not a care in the world.

“That makes sense - but you are open to becoming a mother, aren’t you? It is something you want?”

“Yeah, I’m still open to it - what’s with all the questions, by the way?”

“I thought it was an important discussion. Especially if we’re to get married one day.”

The way he nonchalantly said that almost made you think you’d merely imagined that last bit

“Afterall,” he continues

“You are the only woman I’d want to be the mother of my children.”

A promise of the future, made to you.

Did he know how flustered that made you?

Probably. Probably not.

Did he know if he’d chosen to have this conversation at a party with all those shabby women gathered around him they’d be seething?

Absolutely not.

He’s a bit oblivious that way.

And yes, the jealousy can get suffocating, but it makes you happy to think that Yuzu’s already thinking this far ahead - for the both of you.

The man who’s known solitude all of his life, fantasizes of a future with you - of a life with no more solitude. A life where you’re together (yes, maybe Victoria’ll be the third wheel - but she’s okay. Afterall, it still brings a smile to your face when you think back on her interrupting you two that night - when Yuzuru’s temperature steadily increased--).

Kei:

You two had a small little date planned for the day

What seemed to be a simple date at his place, drinking tea

Turned into one of the more peaceful days in both your lives.

Before either of you knew it, he’d fallen asleep on your shoulder.

Probably because he’d just returned from having to do some work at the embassy and prior to that - deal with something that’d come up back in London.

How long had it been since he’d properly slept?

Despite him being weary and tired, he’d kept his promise to go on a date with you when he returned.

Kei’s heart’s been scarred and broken far too many times, so for this angel with tattered wings to sleep next to you

Made you smile

He may not know how to properly express himself

But for you?

He’d do just about anything

You looked at his sleeping face for just a bit longer, doing everything you could to spread this moment out longer.

Just a bit more

Memorize his scent mixed with the smell of the tea

Feel his soft warmth against your skin - a blanket of fortitude against the cold

Commit the sound of his breathing and the pulses of his heart to memory

Remember the way his eyelashes slightly quiver against his porcelain cheeks

Remember this moment, for the both of you

Because honestly, you could be sent on a mission tomorrow, he could leave for London this afternoon, and you two’d never have this moment of isolated serenity again.

Well, for a while, anyway.

Wanting to protect the resting devious angel at your shoulder, you couldn’t help but slide into a comforting rest yourself.

And there you two remain, the perfect picture of devotion and protection. Serenity and grace. How long would this illusion last? This fragile moment frozen in glass and tainted by the amber hues of the setting sun?

Probably not long, but for what it was worth, it was worth all the while.

Boss:

A rare day off for the both of you.

It seemed like a once-in-a-lifetime thing that’d only happen well -- only once.

He’d taken you to the observatory

Just a day of walking around, looking at different constellations and sitting in that one dark room looking up at the ceiling where millions upon millions of tiny little stars gleamed

You were breath taken by the sight, and never would’ve looked away

Except

Boss caressed your cheek with his long fingers, all the warmth and gentle care in the world seeming to be at the tips, gliding across your cheek

You look over at him

“I love the way you look at the stars”

Embarrassed, your cheeks turning a bright rosy pink, visible even under the artificial cover of night, you cover it up with a quick quip, turning your head to the side.

“Well that’s the way you look at soy sauce.”

Nonetheless, he chuckles and holds your head close

Chin resting atop your head and hand running down your back, he whispers - quiet enough you almost can’t hear him;

“Always so quick to get flustered ...But that’s okay. As long as I’m the only one capable of flustering you, just as you are me.”

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