03 Jul 2020
He knew that this was wrong. That having Shouto slotted between his legs, the alpha’s impressive cock held in Shouto’s hand currently being worked back up to a full erection, was the farthest from morally right as it could get. That letting Shouto tie his wrists was a stupid idea and that letting him use his omega collar to do so should be one of the highest forms of humiliation, yet Izuku couldn’t help the way his insides fluttered.
Shouto chuckled, licking his lips slowly. His eyes narrowed, giving Izuku a pair of bedroom eyes that held a promise of an active night ahead. Sleep definitely wasn't on the agenda.
“Admiring my cock? Don’t worry, we have all night for you to get properly reacquainted with it.”
During a school trip to an Ryokan Onsen, Izuku get's a surprise visit from someone who he's pretty sure isn't on the resorts list of registered guests.
Fandoms: 炎炎ノ消防隊 | Enen no Shouboutai | Fire Brigade of Flames (Manga), 炎炎ノ消防隊 | Enen no Shouboutai | Fire Force (Anime)
22 Dec 2019
Did Shinra want to cry? Undoubtedly. Did he undress anyway? Sadly, yes. He could feel his grin widening from all the expectant eyes on him. Come on, at least look somewhere else. Have some decency!
When Shinra started to slide down his underwear (gross, help him), Ōbi whistled playfully. Whistled! “Looking good, Shinra.”
He. Wanted. To. Cry.
Maybe it was the tequila shots. Maybe it was her touch igniting something inside him. Maybe it because she smelled like damn Ivory soap and baby powder. Maybe he needed some comfort, just like her. Maybe it was because they were all they had left in this fucked-up world.
When a Voldemort in his thirties encounters a time-travelling, seventeen-year-old Harry Potter, he makes a dangerous—and hilarious—assumption. He assumes that Harry is his son. And his son, of course, deserves the very best.
A confused Harry plays along for the sake of self-preservation, but living with his “father” is proving to be intolerable in more ways than one.
“You are mine,” Voldemort said gently, and smiled when the boy flinched. So Harry did know Voldemort, after all. He knew Voldemort was to be feared. “I will look after you, my own.”
“I don’t belong to you,” Harry spat, despite his fear. Oh, what a delight he was! He was no cowering, simpering sycophant, like Voldemort’s other followers; no, this child had a spine of steel. Not many could stand before Voldemort without quailing.
“You are my son,” Voldemort declared. “Of course you belong to me. Your every cell, your every fibre, your every heartbeat. You are mine in flesh and blood and soul. You are mine in magic. And you will not deny me.”
- Part 3 of Tomarry/Harrymort Stories
Bookmarked by QueenofNargles
07 Jul 2020
Fandoms: Game of Thrones (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire - George R. R. Martin, A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms
13 Apr 2020
Jon and Sansa play a drinking game after the War for the Dawn. Sansa is sure her feelings for Jon aren't reciprocated, but Jon’s actions seem to say differently. Is it just the alcohol, or something more?
Bookmarked by QueenofNargles
05 Jul 2020