#it's been far too long since i watched the show and haven't kept up with the manga so i may very well not remember something

[enbyfrogwrites]

you're so needy, baby

first actual post, be kind!

tags: mommy kink, sub! choso, smut, begging, afab reader but reader is nb coded, reader is mixed coded but there's nothing pertaining to race tho outwardly, begging, cockwarming, needy!choso, dom!reader, 18+

also i tried my best but there's going to be spelling error and shit, i'm only one person and im sorry. Also decided to end it early because I don’t think that it’s that good. But if you want me to actually finish it, shoot me an ask.

word count: ~1.7k

It started that you wanted to play your game, and Choso kept asking for attention. He kept standing by your side even though you just started your new quest in your game. It was going to take awhile. You kept looking up at him when you saw him shuffling side to side from the corner of your eyes.

"Cho," You voice soft, this was your first forreal day off that you didn't have to do errands or still go on missions. You wanted to play your game. It's been weeks. "What is it that you need, baby?"

Your boyfriend just silently pulled at your sleeve, giving you a pout.

"If you want something, you have to tell me, I can't read minds." You pause your game and full turn to face the poor curse.

"I just..." His voice so quiet and sounds? Whiny? "I really miss you, Mommy."

oh. Oh.

"You miss Mommy, baby?" You coo, your face splitting into a toothy grin. You watch him nod, his face flushing such a pretty shade of pink.

"We...we haven't done it in so long," His voice was most definitely whiny. He wasn't wrong, since you were sent on back to back missions, all you did when you got home was just...sleep. The only thing you two did for the past couple weeks was scattered blows and handies. You understood where he was coming from.

But you really wanted to play your game. You also happened to look down, and see that Choso was half hard in the joggers you bought him. A bright idea crossed your mind, making you giggle slightly. It was perfect.

"How about this," You purr, your hands reach out and caress his stomach through his shirt. You watch as his body tensed and breath hitched. It made you smile softly. He's such a needy boy.

"I'll warm your cock, baby. I'll sit on your cock, and you be good for Mommy, okay?" You watch as his face twist in lust and confusion.

"Let Mommy play their game for one hour, okay? If you don't move and be a good boy, Mommy will let you fuck their hole however you want to, sound okay, Cho?"

Choso's face brightened up, you watched as his cock gave an interested twitch in the joggers.

"So... I can fuck Mommy if I'm good?" His voice was too cute, it was so hopeful and happy.

You nod, your lips giving your boyfriend a small smile of encouragement. "But, you're not allowed to move in me for one full hour. If you're able to do that, then yes." You really wanted to clarify the last part. You still really wanted to play your game.

Choso nodded, his face bright pink in lust and his facial expression showed so much excitement. You get off your office chair and motion for him to sit in it. You watch as he clammers into the chair, his hands fidgeting in his lap. His pants was still on…now that just won’t do.

You decided to pull the chair out from the desk, his hands grabbing on to the arm rests of your chair as you move him back. You move the chair far enough that you can slot yourself between the desk and your boyfriend, with space to move. You bend down to gently tug at Choso’s pants, pulling softly at each pant leg to get your point across. He dutifully lifts up his hips and you pull his pants down. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Oh you, slut. No underwear? You’re so needy, baby!” You laugh, not maliciously but out of surprise. Generally he always kept his underwear on even at home, it was a habit he picked up from living with Yuuji before coming to live with you. He’s so desperate. It was so cute.

Choso nodded, his flushed face deepening in color. “I missed you so much, Mommy.” Your heart fluttered, god he was so cute. You were wearing one of your boxers only, so you swiftly pulled them off and tossed them off to your bed which was next to your desk. You watched as your boyfriend’s cock jumped, his cock almost all the way hard just from taking off both of your bottoms.

“This only works if you’re fully hard, so I’m gonna suck on it okay? Don’t move, okay? Be a good boy.” He gulped, his blush went down his neck and to his chest.

You didn’t wait for a response, you carefully dropped to your knees so you don’t land on your boyfriend’s feet. You looked back up at his face, looking at his lust filled eyes as you carefully brought the tip of his cock to your lips. Choso gasped quietly as you began to go down on him, your brain storing all his beautiful sounds in your memory bank for later. You sucked as much as you could comfortably fit in your mouth, making sure not to swallow around his hard length. After all, it’s just to make sure he’s completely hard not to actually get him off. You pulled back and went down again, doing this action a handful more times. Each time you took a bit more of his length in your mouth than the last. By this point Choso began panting, his mouth was open and he was mewling pathetically at the attention that you were giving him. You watched as his face began to scrunch up, his eyebrows furrowing cutely as he whined softly and gripped the arms of your desk chair.

You decide to pull off, which caused Choso to whimper. “Mommy, you felt so good though!” Choso was adorable, his eyes had tears in the corners from the stimulation.

“I know baby, but I told you I just wanted to just get you hard so you can slide in my hole, remember?” You were teasing him, you hand coming to gently stroke the tip of his cock. You felt his cock twitch in your hand deliciously, making you smile up at him. “Only for an hour, okay?”

You stood up and pulled up your shirt a little, it was baggy and you didn’t want it to catch on his cock or anything else. You leaned down a little bit and kissed Choso, your lips only going for a peck then pulling away. It was adorable seeing the poor curse trying to follow your lips. You turned around and felt Choso’s hands grab at your back, massaging your rolls lovingly as you pulled the chair closer to the desk with one hand. It was nice, your boyfriend didn’t care what you looked like, he loved your fat stomach, all your stretch marks and cellulite. It made you so happy that Choso genuinely love you for you, and wasn’t an asshole or embarrassed by you being fat. It made your heart soft when you felt his right hand snake its way to your front and rubbed at your stretch mark covered apron belly. You loved him so much. Without much prompting, you reached between your legs and aimed Choso’s cock to your now sopping wet hole. You carefully sat down, sheathing his length inch by inch. It took you a couple moments since your boyfriend was so big, but you finally bottomed out and was fully seated in his lap. Behind you though, you hear Choso gasping and felt him grip at your stomach. You looked behind your shoulder and saw his face was completely blissed out but also tortured. Your boyfriend’s face was so flushed, and his lips were parted and had drool partially leaking out of the corner of his mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby you feel so good around me.” Choso gasped out, his eyebrows furrowing as he opened his eyes to look at yours. “Love your hole, Mommy! It makes my cock feel so good!”

You smile softly as you lean back to give him a kiss. You sloppily landed it on his nose, since that was as close as you could get, but nonetheless you turn back around. You shifted a little, getting a bit more comfortable on your boyfriend’s muscular thighs. The moment made both of you sigh, his shaft was hitting your insides Perfectly, and your hole was clenching around his shaft so good. It was then that you realized with a laugh that you were still too far away from the desk, Not too far away, but too much so that you couldn’t reach your keyboard well enough to actually play.

“Baby?” You ask, your head turning around to look at your boyfriend. “You can move me for a minute or two if you scoot the chair up closer to the desk.”

“Move you on my cock?” Choso sounded so excited.

“Yep! Only for a minute or two, then I’ll play my game. But I can’t play this far away from the keyboard.” You blink at Choso as he smiled at you as he did what you ask in a heartbeat. You felt yourself and him scoot across the hardwood floor in a smooth motion, his thighs clenching as he flexed his legs to propel forward. Choso propelled you two enough so you can reach your keyboard and pull it closer to you. He left enough room so your stomach wasn’t digging into the desk, he was so considerate. God you loved him.

“Okay, you can move for only two minutes then you’ll let me play, okay?” You grinned at Choso as you felt him grab at your hips and sides, and hefted you up. Since he was a half-curse, his strength was able to carry you with no problems. He swiftly brought you down, your ass smacking against his pelvis with a loud slap. You grab at your desk as he lifted you up and began a brutal pace. You were left moaning helplessly. Your body jolting with each time Choso meeting you halfway. You look at your desktop and see that two minutes has passed and you reach down and grab at Choso’s legs, making him come to a halt.

“Baby, that’s two minutes.” You grinned wolfishly.

[plutoswritingplanet]

You Started It pt. 2(Buggy The Clown x F!Reader)

a/n: GMFU, that's all i have to say. this chapter was strongly inspired by the song Shikayat from the movie Gangubai Kathiawadi,

Warnings: General Asshole Behavior from The Man Of The Hour, Hostage Situation, Light Bondage (lmao), Some Good Old Smexual Tension.

Summary: The time for your great performance finally arrives, but the culmination will surprise both you and your captor.

Part 1.

You awake to the sound of music. Drums, trumpets and bells fill your ears, shaking you from some pleasant dream, where you could run free with your brother and his crew. Instead, your forehead aches from the way the bars of your prison dug into it, while you slept. Your legs are sore as well, dangling above the floor, wooden planks leaving marks on your thighs. Your joints crack, as you try to straighten yourself to the best of your capacity, an unpleasant shiver running up your back. Groggily, you wipe left-over tears from your eyes. The music wires itself into your brain, like a bug drilling inside your skull.

Then, someone yells. You know the voice all too well. The music stops immediately, and with a quickened pulse, you hear footsteps approaching the door to the backroom.

He waltzes in, a spring in his step betraying his barely contained excitement. It's been a week since your faithful conversation, and you haven't been moved from your spot above ground. Like a bird in a cage, he has kept you locked, visiting even more often than before. To feed you, give you some water, drink in the sight of you, pester you with questions you had no intention of answering. Truly, your purpose here must've shifted from solely being a Hostage, to providing Entertainment. Just like he's said when you first got here.

"Hostage!" he exclaims, as soon, as the door closes behind him.

"Captain" you answer, voice tired and still traced with the remnants of sleep. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

He's not bothered by your sarcasm. You're not sure if he even registered it, with his giddy state.

"Today's your big day!" he jumps a few steps in your direction, wobbling on the balls of his feet,

At your confused, if slightly annoyed expression, he raises his hands, and that's when you notice the elephant in the room. A costume, folded neatly in his arms, one, you're without a doubt expected to wear. It's pink, baby pink and frilly to say the least. You can see an ungodly amount of ruffles, and sequins, and small golden bells. It makes your face involuntarily scrunch up. Never in a million years you'd be caught wearing such a pink thing of your own accord. But, as much as you hate the sight before you, the show must go on. You know it, and he most definitely knows so, too.

You flinch, when the Clown throws the costume to the side, lets it collide onto the table, bells ringing loudly. Then, he produces a key from the pocket of his trousers

"Be good, or else" he warns, and you nod, because what else can you do.

The soft click of the lock is like music to your ears, and as soon as the man opens the door, you nearly moan at the feeling of your legs finally being able to stretch. He watches from the side, as you unfurl yourself from the cage, limb by limb. Oh, the feeling of solid ground under your feet is almost too much

"I really cooped you up in there…" he muses to himself, and you contain the venomous look you were about to throw him.

Instead, you opt for stretching out your sore muscles, rising your hands as far above your head as you possibly can, and try to ignore the spark in his eyes, as he watches your shirt ride up your stomach, Finally, he clears his throat, crosses the room to the table and gathers the costume back in his arms

"Don't take long" he winks and points his chin towards the dressing room screen, tucked away against one of the walls.

Grabbing the amassing of fabric from his arms, and trying really hard not to touch him, you retreat to hide behind it. The screen is big enough to cover your body, but your head peeks above, and you shoot a cautious look towards the clown. To his credit, he hasn't moved any closer, rummaging through one of the chests at the end of the room. Your eyes catch a glimpse of something metallic and very sharp, disappearing into the inside pocket of his coat, and your heart jumps to your throat.

Your hands now shaking, you lay out the fabric, trying to get a good look at the costume, before you have to inevitably put it on your body. As you look at the full garb, it doesn't look as intimidating, as before. The ruffles, although pink and obnoxious, are flowing nicely with the entirety of the outfit. It is, however, much more revealing, than you've anticipated, and against your better judgement, you throw a single, judgy look towards the Clown, who immediately catches your eye at the other side of the screen

"Chop-chop, we haven't got all day" he smiles at you, full teeth on display.

Shaking your head, you begin to undress, movements slightly skittish, from the sudden anxiety running up your spine. The outfit slides against your body with ease, the fit being slightly too big on your figure. The expanse of your stomach lays bare, ruffles from the hem of the skimpy top tickling your ribs. Your legs are also, almost completely exposed, the lower half of the costume turning out to be a skirt with rather deep cutouts on the sides. It's a shame you don't have a mirror anywhere nearby, although perhaps it's for the best. You don't know if you could stomach to look at yourself in this ridiculous getup

"Ready, Hostage?" his voice startles you against your will, and after a couple of deep breaths, you step out from behind the screen.

His face remains blank, but his eyes feverishly run all across your body, taking in the image in utter silence. Again, anxiety rises in your gut, this time however, you begin to worry that somehow, this isn't enough. That this isn't the vision he has conjured up in his head, and anything deviating from his vision was sure to anger him beyond belief. You bite your lip in anticipation, as he slowly starts to walk towards you. Then, to your utter confusion, he kneels down just in front of you.

Silence envelops the two of you like a blanket made of tar. It pours into your lungs, making you unable to breathe. His hands are steady, as he reaches out and places them on one of your ankles. Your mismatched shoe slides off your foot under his gentle tug. Then, the other one. Your bare feet hit the floor and that's when you realize, you've begun to shiver

"The audience will love you" he breathes, voice quiet and reserved, almost unrecognizable from his regular, flashy persona.

Then, his hands retract to the inside of his coat. Your breath hitches, as he pulls out a golden cuff adorned with the same, small bells, which are currently attached to the rest of your outfit. Your brows furrow, and another, unexplainable feeling blossoms in your stomach, as you watch him lean down to clasp the cuff around your ankle, the second one following closely behind. His hands linger for a moment, and another surge of trembles runs through you. He's warm, and his fingers are calloused, but somehow, your skin doesn't seem to mind. If anything, you'd risk saying the way he softly slides his digits up your calf is enjoyable. Troubling and confusing, yes, but enjoyable nonetheless.

You sway in your place, as he rises from his knees

"Give me your hands, Hostage" since when has this nickname become so affectionate on his lips, you can't remember.

One part of your brain reasons, that it's a recent development, caused by the time you were forced to spend in his grasp. The other, more treacherous part supplies, that this strange intonation has been there from the very start. You were just too stubborn to notice it.

The tremors running through your hands, as you raise them to present to him, are honestly embarrassing. Your head hangs low, to shield your face from his gaze. It's no use, he can see right through you. The flush in your cheeks, your mouth falling slightly open, the shine in your eyes. He eats it up like a man starved. Reactions, that's what he's after, and with the way you've been acting, you've given him quite the show already.

It's quiet again, safe for the occasional jingle of the bells, as he gently locks two bracelets around your wrists, identical to the ones on your feet. His fingers toy with the golden clasp, brushing against your running pulse. Tension builds in your stomach, as his eyes finally look up to yours. You would've believed you were solitary in your confusing feelings, if his breath didn't come out in quick gasps through his painted lips. Lips, which in this quiet moment seem much too appetizing than they had any right to be.

"You look perfect" his breath brushes against your face, "There's just one little thing, that's missing, Hostage."

Your brows scrunch together, as you watch him reach into his pocket yet again. A beautiful silken scarf slides between his palms. It's pink as well, adorned with constellations stitched in with a shiny thread. Your confusion deepens, when he grabs your hand and turns your wrist up. Then, your heart drops.

Between the rows of small bells, you can see a golden loop attached to the cuff, identical looking back at you from your other wrist. You try to voice your protest, try to wring out your hand, but his grip on you tightens, and he tuts quietly under his breath.

"Can't have you flying away now, can I?" he weaves the scarf between the loops, and ties your hands together, leaving the fabric to drape in between

"How the hell do you expect me to perform with my hands tied?" your voice comes out much weaker than you've anticipated, betraying your growing fear.

To that, he looks up with a grin, yet his eyes remain cold, causing your whole body to shiver.

"You're a smart girl, you'll figure it out."

His finger detaches again, flying towards your nose and pushing it hard enough to make your entire face scrunch up. Then, he grabs a handful of the fabric, tugs on it to check the binds, and starts walking towards the door, not sparing you as much as a glance. And you follow, obediently, trying to make his head explode with your brain.

It's your fault, really, the feeling of disappointment and anger swirling around in your head. All this sudden quiet intimacy has clouded your judgement, and you've forgotten who you're truly dealing with. Oh, how you wish you could do anything to hurt him. How you wish, your brother would rescue you already, free you from this prison, not only physically, but mentally as well, so you won't have to think about this stupid, homicidal clown ever again.

If he senses you fuming behind him, he doesn't comment. And why would he? You're still following him, as he drags you through the stage, right to the middle of your future dance floor.

Your eyes dart around the place, trying to find anything, anyone, who could help you escape this predicament. To your surprise, and later, horror, the Circus is completely empty. Not a soul shares your fate. Not the public, not his Freaks, not even the Announcer. The silence makes goosebumps erupt all across your flesh, and words get stuck in your throat, as Buggy turns to face you with an unsettling grin plastered across his lips.

"I thought a private performance would be much more appropriate for you, my Hostage" his smile widens at your expression.

You want to scream at him, punch him in his stupid face, but all you can manage is glare daggers at his stupid face. Suddenly, the lights flicker on, startling you, as beams of light flow around you, only to fall right on the two of you. Buggy grabs your face, squishing your cheeks between his palms. His enthusiasm would be contagious, if you weren't scared shitless by this entire situation.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to a one-of-a-kind performance" he whispers inches from your face, "My dearest Hostage will dance for her life… and for your entertainment."

He lets go of you, forcefully showing you away, and you take a step back to stabilize yourself. The lights focus solely on you, and in the brightness surrounding you, you realize, you can't see anything besides the middle of the dance floor. Cackling like a madman, the Clown steps back, his hands clasped in front of his chest. You almost call out for him, as he slides into the shadows, but any sound dies on your tongue.

You're alone, again. Your breath quickens, as your heart nearly jumps out of your chest. This is not at all how you've envisioned this performance to go. Well, above all things, you didn't expect it would happen at all. Your brother should have freed you by now, and while you had your utmost faith in him, you couldn't shake the feeling of deeply seated worry. Which is why, you had to endure this torture. So you can see your brother again, when he finally comes for you. With a determined expression, you nod your head at the darkness and raise your hands, getting into, what you hope would look, like a dancing stance.

He holds you in anticipation for a moment longer, as any great showman should. And then, music floods the stadium. Bells and violins, distorted slightly by what you assume is an old gramophone. You recognize the song, thankfully, your face falling slightly, as you remember the meaning. A love song, of course, about hatred and affection. Bitter-sweet. Your limbs feel heavy and awkward, but you start to move nonetheless.

He wants a private show? You'll give him one, he won't forget.

The rhythm picks up and so do the movements of your hips. Bells jingle all around you, as you slide from one place to another, clouds of dust flying around your feet. The scarf turns out to be a major distraction, as you're unused to being bound. It takes you a while to get the hang of it, but once you do, you make the fabric dance with you, flowing around your body with satisfying grace. The song becomes even faster, and you twist and turn, ruffles jumping, as you run, accompanied by the bells. Your feet start to hurt from the roughness of the floor, but you ignore it completely.

The song drops before the second verse, and you follow the rhythm to the floor. Using all the acrobatics you've picked up through the years, you begin to writhe in the sand, adding a clap and a stomp, bells jingling to the music. That's when you finally see him, crouched down right in front you, watching your dance with a tilt to his head and something terrifying swirling behind his eyes. It makes you falter in your choreography, makes your guts twist with a feeling too close to arousal.

Then, a glint of something silver catches your eye. It swishes through the air, and plants itself right between your legs. A knife. Sharp and polished to perfection, it embeds itself into the wooden floor, splinters flying from the impact. The scream you let out would make a Banshee cringe, as you push yourself as far as you can from the weapon

"Now, now" Buggy calls out across from you, his silhouette barely visible in the darkness" The show must go on, Hostage."

He sounds terrifying, like some demon from your darkest dreams. But the music still plays, and you'll be damned, if this is what takes you down. So, you wipe your forehead with the silk scarf, contort your body and stand up, straight as a chord. Now, it's no longer a simple performance. Your blood boils inside you, fear giving space to anger and, strangely, some sort of misplaced ambition. You want to impress him, you want to make him frustrated, angry. Dust flows around you, as you resume your dance, movements much more confident, violent even.

He stalks you from the shadows, producing another knife from his pocket. It shines, when he lets it fly in your direction, but you don't even flinch, when it swishes right by your ear. Then another, grazes your torso, as you bend backwards. This one nicks you right below your ribs. You can feel blood running down the length of your stomach. No matter. Your eyes still follow him, and he steps closer to the light. Another knife, inches from your left foot. And closer he stalks. You can see the tips of his shoes enter the spotlight.

That's all it takes for you to make a decision. You won't play this torturous game any longer, and as the music nears its climax, you close the remaining distance between the two of you, hands flying to the collar of his shirt, fisting it tightly.

You're panting, so is he, as you stare at each other, all innocence gone from your respective expressions. Fury, oh, fury, you're not sure if you want to kill him, or kiss him, and as he produces one last knife from his pocket, the sentiment seems to be mutual

"You started it" a growl frees itself from the depths of your chest, and under your tight grip on his shirt, he shudders violently.

There's heat pooling into those blue eyes irises of his, enveloping you completely in the moment. But then, his eyes follow your scowl down to your lips, and you realize, you've never tasted face paint. What an interesting experience it would be.

This moment of tension is broken almost immediately, as clouds of smoke fill the tent, seemingly out of nowhere. Suddenly, something yanks you backwards by your arm, something puts a knife in your hand and something yells for you to run. So you do, you turn from the Clown, his figure drowned in smoke, and you run as fast as you can, without looking back. He screams some words you're too scared to decipher, his voice breaking. A disembodied hand flies in your direction, but you dodge it expertly. One more tug from the hand gripping your arm, and you fall through a thick curtain.

The sun outside the Circus tent blinds you, nearly making you lose your footing, but a pair of strong arms hold you in place, and a familiar head of ginger hair turns around to face you

"Come on, the ship is not far" Nami yells, and you can't contain the smile blossoming on your lips.

The Hostage, freed at last… Or so she hopes

[sturnsdoll]

𝙇𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙉 𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙇𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙉 -`♡´- - C.S

pairing: (dom!)chris x (brat!)reader

summary: chris and his girlfriend have been apart for a little too long. she's started acting like a brat for his attention but he's not having it.

warnings: smut, fingering, spanking, choking, oral (f!recieving), swearing, sub/dom dynamic, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart), edging, gag?, degrading?, praise, overall just really rough.

word count: 1794

authors note: far from my first time writing but it is my first on this account :)

"pink" = reader speaking "orange" = chris speaking

last week was the last time you'd seen your boyfriend, chris. as much as you enjoy just being around him, these past couple weeks you'd hardly seen him and when you did, he practically ignored you.

this is why you've continously teased him. sitting on his lap, starting small useless arguements, getting undressed infront of him when you knew he was busy. he promised he'd "take care of you" later but due to both of your busy schedules, later never came.

you were over it, sick of trying to get some kind of attention from him. you knew it wasn't his fault that he was so busy but you couldn't help but get tired of fighting for his touch and attention. so for the past week you'd kept to yourself, not texting much, haven't gone to his house. -ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

today you hadn't seen chris since last week. for the past hour your phones been buzzing but you weren't bothering to text him back, opting for the tv show you had on instead. when the fourth buzz of the hour interrupted your peace, you chose to at least check his texts.

chris <3 hey i'm sorry i haven't been over in a bit.

i'm gonna try and make time tonight okay? missed call.

okay fine you win, i'm coming now sweeheart.

as you read the last text, you realized it was from 15 minutes ago. shit, he'd be here any minute. just as you went to get up and unlock the door for your boyfriend, you saw him standing in your doorway. he had used his spare key.

as chris entered your room you sat up a little straighter. he quickly came to sit infront of you on the bed. "you not answering my texts now?" he asked before leaning to place a quick kiss on your lips. "you not making time for your girlfriend, like ever?" you snapped back before standing, muttering about going to go turn the tv off. "i'd watch that mouth if i were you" he retorted half playfully. considering how empty his threats had been recently, you ignored him. "whatever, chris" you said with a roll of your eyes before going for the door.

chris is surprised by your tone toward him. "hey, get back in here" he said, a smile on his face until you actually continued out the door. "not in the mood for this shit" you stated in an irritated tone. "now." his tone is suddenly firm as he stands up and begins heading toward you. you sigh, stopping to turn around "chris seriously-" you're cut off by him gently gripping your jaw. you look up at him, still annoyed but your lips part at the look he has in his eyes. his thumb runs over your lips. his gentle movements contrast his words "so not only have you been teasing me for weeks-" his thumb parts your lips "and then ignoring me" his thumb slips past your lips, collecting your saliva by pressing down on your tongue "but now you wanna mouth off like a fuckin' brat?" his thumb escapes your lips and his hand moves underneath the t-shirt you have on.

his thumb lightly presses through the fabric to your clit. "it's not my fault you haven't paid attention to me in weeks dickhead" the second the words leave your lips, something more devious posesses chris' feautures. his hand immedietly dissapears from between your legs. his fingers wrap around your throat. he kisses you once. it's long and anything but gentle. "m' gonna fix that dirty mouth of yours."

before you can process it all, chris is sitting on the edge of the bed and forcing you over his lap. "chris-" "don't wanna hear another word out of you till i know you've learned how to behave" his palm lands a harsh smack to your ass, making you jump. without warning another one comes, making you grab his leg for support. your both aroused and shocked by how fast he had you in such a helpless position.

the third earns a needy whine from your lips. "what did i just say?" "sorr-" the fourth smack interrupts, making you whine again as you uncomfortably squirm on his lap. the longer it goes, the more you seem to squirm and moan. frustrated, he grabs both your wrists behind your back to gain more control over keeping you still. he landed numorous slaps to your ass again and you still hadn't shut up once. chris landed one more harsh smack to your now red ass before pulling you off his lap and shoving you onto the bed on your back. "clearly you're just gonna have to learn another way hm?"

chris pulls you're panties off before stuffing them in your mouth to keep you quiet. before you can even process what's happening he's moved between your legs. his mouth is latched onto your clit, tongue flicking side to side. without thinking, your hips raise up. he lands a small smack to your thigh before pinning your hips down to the bed with his arm. the speed of his tongue increases and it's practically impossible to stay quiet but your managing in fear of making the situation worse on yourself. once you've finally got used to the tortorous pace of his tongue, you feel his fingertip teasing your hole.

your legs are already starting to close, stomach clenching when suddenly his fingers thrust in. right as you're on the edge.. "don't even think about cumming" he says before his mouth returns to your aching clit. you try to beg him but it just comes out as gibberish through the fabric of your panties stuffing your mouth. chris smirks, taking joy in the struggle he knows he's caused you as his fingers curl up into your g-spot.

tears prick your eyes as you don't think you can take it anymore. but just as your about to let go, his mouth and fingers both leave you empty. you're begging him with your eyes but he ignores you as he works on taking his pants off as well as pulling his boxers down. "nowhere near done with you." he ensures in a worrying way as he grips your hips and unexpectedly your turned onto your hands and knee's. your face is shoved into the pillow. before you can so much as take a breath, his length fills you with absaloutely no hesitation.

chris sighs in relief "you feel so good" he mutters as he pulls out, quickly fucking right back into you. his hips pick up a painfully pleasurable pace. still sensitive from being denied your orgasm, you're clenching around him, legs already threatning to give out. chris pulls your hands behind your back with one hand, the other finds your throat. he pulls you up so your back meets his chest and stomach. "you need to cum?" he teases, knowing you need to cum. knowing you can't respond.

you attempt to turn and look at him to somehow say yes but the hand on your throat squeezes enough to keep you in your place. his hips start to speed up, the sound of muffled moans, dirty words and skin on skin fills the room. you begin clenching around his cock, earning a low groan from chris. your legs are threatning to close as your whines grow high pitched and desperate. "not yet" chris' hips become sloppy, his thrusts hard instead of fast now. his hand slowly slithers from your throat down to your clit to rub fast circles. your head drops back onto his shoulder and you let out an almost pornographic moan through the fabric silencing you.

chris hips begin to stutter and you think he'll finally let you cum with him. instead you feel his seed fill you and his fingers leave your clit he pulls out and now all your pleasure is lost. your wrists pull against his grip on them. he only grips them harder but he does use his now free hand to pull your panties from your mouth. your chest is rising and falling rapidly. "chris. please" the plea leaves your lips raspily. you don't care how desperate you sound. the only thing going through your mind and body is your need to finish. "shh just be a good girl and take it" you don't quite know what he means till two fingers push his cum back inside of you and begin to pump in and out of you agonizingly slow.

at the overwhelming feeling your hips instinctively pull away from his hand. it makes no difference though with his hold on you. "oh god chris" your voice is high pitched and needy. "feel good sweetheart?" his words are sweet but he knows you're struggling to not cum all over his fingers. "i asked you a question" his fingers harshly curl inside of you to match his words. "uh- uh huh. yes." you manage to get out. "you learned your lession about that dirty mouth of yours yet?" his voice is threatning, reminding you why your being punished in the first place. but his words go right over your head as your stomach and cunt ache from how long you've been on the edge of cumming.

his fingers leave your aching hole to play with your clit instead. this brings your attention back. "sorry, what?" you ask, voice raw and mind hazy. "did you learn your fucking lesson?" he asks lowly in your ear as he pinches your clit. "yes- i- chris please!" your squirming against him, your juices practically dripping down your thighs at this point. you can't take much more. "you wanna cum?" his tone showing faux concern as he watches you struggle "mhm" you whine desperately. "you think you deserve it?" he asks as two fingers enter you again, thumb toying your clit. head nodding desprately, you clench around his digits making him grin. "words." "yes- fuck i need- chris please i need it" the words are slurred but he understands nonetheless.

"go ahead then. make a mess all over my fingers."

his grip on your wrists is the only thing keeping you from falling as your legs become jelly. your jaws slacked, head laying back limply on his shoulder. legs shaking, you coat your thighs and his fingers with your cum. his fingers work you through your orgasm before he lets your wrists free and removes his fingers, guiding you gently to lay on the bed. you both lay exhausted and out of breath. "too much?" chris questions as he moves to spoon you, tracing circles on your hips gently with his thumb. you shake your head no. "i just wanna sleep" you mumble. "of course. you were so good for me" the world goes quiet as chris' sweet praises lull you off to sleep.

[ijustwant2write]

Reunion Of Sorts-Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader

(GIF credit to @mrsbridgerton)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! If your requests are open I'd love to request an Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader where the reader's Simon's sister. Prompts 14 and 15 please? Thank you so much, your works are amazing!’

14) 'It's only good news depending on how you look at it.'

15) 'I just wouldn't have expected this!'

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader, Simon Basset x Basset!Reader (siblings), Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), mentions of Bridgerton family

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just extreme fluff!

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"Are you quite alright, (Y/N)?" Simon asked his sister as they journeyed in their carriage.

(Y/N) had started fanning herself a little faster."I don't know why I'm so nervous. I just hope to make a good impression."

"Of course you will. I'm sorry you haven't met them sooner."

"I could have at least met your wife at the wedding, if I had been invited."

"We have been through this, (Y/N)."

"Yes, and I'm not trying to argue with you, Simon. I know you married in haste, and I know why, but you must admit, you've left this far too long. You have a son now!"

"You have been cooped up in that house with your matron as father intended. I think she would have had my head if I tried to get you out of there."

They laughed together.

"Simon?"

"Hm?"

"I am very excited to meet your wife and my nephew."

As usual, the Bridgerton house was abuzz with excitement and chaos. Eloise didn't understand why she had to dress up so much for this visit, Gregory and Hyacinth were bombarding everyone with questions about Simon's sister, Colin and Benedict tried but failed to escape the madness, Anthony watched everything unfold and Daphne nervously bounced her baby boy on her knee.

"Daphne, do not fret. His sister will love you." Anthony tried to reassure his sister.

"What if she's like their father? What if she heard all the rumours about us and judges me for it? Simon has never spoken of her, I have no idea what to expect."

"I met Simon's sister many, many years ago. She was nothing like the things you are dreading. (Y/N) was a lovely, respectable young lady, I'm sure she hasn't changed."

Daphne let a small smile grace her face, trying to convince herself that everything was fine. Simon had kept his family such a secret, she just wanted to ensure that his sister would want to stay and be part of theirs.

Simon playfully rolled his eyes as (Y/N) asked how she looked, not in vain, but in anxiety. Her dress was beautiful, her hair perfectly in place, her jewels glistened but they weren't ghastly, nothing was wrong. Her nerves were getting the better of her. Just as she was about to ask again, the carriage stopped. Simon chuckled at her panicked look, already stepping outside.

He held out his hand for her."You'll be absolutely fine. Just be you."

(Y/N) took a deep breath before taking her brother's hand, being extra cautious to not fall on her face, especially since the entire Bridgerton family were stood on their front steps.

As head of the household, Anthony was ready to start introductions, until (Y/N) lifted her head, showing her dazzling features. He had only admitted to himself that he had a fancy for her when he was younger, though who wouldn't? She was beautiful, smart and didn't try hard to impress anyone; she was just joyful to be around. (Y/N) had never pined for Anthony or tried to grab his attention at every moment, or any man for that matter. He definitely considered her a friend, he was somewhat angry at himself he hadn't written to her over the years. But seeing her now, it was a mystery as to why she hadn't been married yet? That was quickly solved when he remembered Simon was her brother.

Simon stuck beside his sister until Daphne stepped forward. They shared a short but loving kiss, before Simon took their son into his arms, cooing and laughing as the baby gurgled. (Y/N)'s heart melted at the sight.

"Oh, how we've missed you." Violet beamed, greeting her son-in-law.

"I apologise for the delay, the weather was not suitable for travelling. Nevertheless, everyone, this is my sister, (Y/N) Basset."

(Y/N) curtsied as all eyes were on her."Thank you for welcoming me into your beautiful home. I have been so excited to meet you all."

"Well, why don't we go inside? We can have proper introductions in the warm." Daphne hid her nerves, presenting herself well.

Everyone agreed, leading (Y/N) inside. The family lined up like soldiers, with Anthony stepping forward to introduce everyone.

"I hope I don't have to reintroduce myself." he teased.

"Of course not, how could I forget you, Anthony? After all the trouble you and Simon got into?"

He chuckled, but cast a worried look towards his mother. He quickly continued.

"My mother, Violet, sisters Daphne, Eloise and Hyacinth, and my brothers, Benedict, Colin and Gregory."

"And your nephew." Simon added.

(Y/N) reached out a finger for the baby to hold."Yes, he's bigger than I thought he would be."

"Children do grow so fast." Violet said.

"But you're here now to see him grow." Daphne quickly added. "And we're all very happy that you're finally here."

Everyone knew that it was Simon who had kept (Y/N) away. He loved his sister with all his heart, which is why he never saw her; she was living a happy life, he didn't want to dampen that.

"The chefs have prepared a marvelous lunch. The table is all set if you are hungry now?" Voilet asked.

"Oh, yes, as long as everyone else is."

As soon as (Y/N) agreed, Colin, Eloise and the two youngest were off. They were starving, even though they had eaten only a few hours ago. (Y/N) giggled to the relief of the others. They slowly followed behind, but Simon was hesitant. (Y/N) gently nudged him forward.

"Go, see your family. I have all the time in the world to get to know Daphne."

Simon thanked her, still carrying his son as his other arm wrapped around his wife. Another arm appeared in front of (Y/N), ready for her to take it.

"May I escort you to the table?" Anthony said.

"Thank you, I much appreciate it."

They both knew they were being dramatic, though it was sweet of Anthony to make the gesture.

"How many years has it been?"

"Too many."

"I'm sorry your brother hasn't involved you. If the...situation between him and Daphne had been different, I know you would have been here straight away."

"I know. And I understand how stressful that all was. But as said before, I'm here now. I must say Anthony, I have missed you."

"Really? Even after all those times Simon and I riled you?"

"Yes. Although annoying, you both had your tender moments. I remember one evening, you and Simon were returning from your club, and you both had found yourselves in a quarrel with some other members. They followed you home, and I was waiting by the back gate to sneak you back inside. They were closer than expected, and do you remember some of the horrible things they said to me?"

"Unfortunately I do. And I unfortunately remember what happened next."

"It was very chivalrous for you to defend me, though you needn't have fought. Your nose wouldn't stop bleeding!"

"But you were right by my side, holding a handkerchief for me."

"Yes, because if you got blood on the carpets, you would have something worse than a bruised nose."

The pair were laughing to themselves as they walked into the dining room. Most were already seated. Anthony guided (Y/N) to her chair, next to Simon, who stood to tuck it in, but Anthony beat him to it. Simon watched his friend's moves very closely, knowing deep down that Anthony was just being polite; however, he wasn't too fond that they were sat opposite each other, able to gaze into each others eyes.

Simon tapped his glass with a knife once everyone was sat, standing with said glass in his hand."Before we begin eating, I would like to propose a toast."

Everyone immediately grabbed their own glasses, except Eloise, taking her time as she huffed; couldn't they at least toast after the meal?

"To my sister, (Y/N). I am so happy that you're here with me, with us. I'm sorry I haven't been a better brother but that will change now. And I can't wait for you to get to know this loving family, who made me one of their own, as I know they will you."

"To family." Benedict finished.

"To family." Everyone cheered.

"Now the food. Please." Eloise needed a plate in front of her.

All through lunch, Simon kept a close eye on his sister and Anthony. He was awful at keeping up with conversations, slow at eating, he just had a weird feeling when he glanced at them both. Simon constantly apologised to Daphne, blaming the long journey for his daydreaming.

However, Anthony and (Y/N) might as well have been dining at their own table. They were in full conversation, of course others chimed in to join, but they couldn't stop reflecting on the past and laughing. It was impossible to not notice how well they were getting along, and Violet had a glint in her eye as she saw how much Anthony was smiling. He never smiled this much, and the way he was looking at (Y/N) reminded her of how her husband used to look at her.

After dinner, they retired to the drawing room, sipping on fresh lemonade as Hyacinth showed off her new skill on the piano. Simon sat with his child in his lap, Daphne by his side, and although he was thoroughly enjoying the time with his family, he couldn't stop gazing over at his sister.

Unsurprisingly, (Y/N) and Anthony were cosied up, still smiling ear to ear as they continued talking. How could they have so much to talk about?

"Let's put him to bed Simon, for a nap. He's getting fussy." Daphne interrupted his thoughts.

Simon didn't want to cause a scene, agreeing to put their son down together. Even as they left the room, Simon's eyes lingered, and he immediately became tense once they were out of sight.

"Has my brother dazzled you?"

Simon was quiet as he laid down his son."Hm?"

"Well you haven't stopped staring at him all night."

He sighed."Was I that obvious?"

"You were indeed. Would it be so bad?"

"What?"

"Would it be so bad if my brother loved your sister?"

"Daphne-"

"Has he been disrespectful? Has he done her wrong? Has he done anything that we did?"

He was stumped. Although his brotherly instincts were kicking in, wanting to protect (Y/N), realistically he knew Anthony would never hurt her. Anthony was trustworthy, he knew him inside out and just from tonight, there was something there.

Simon didn't reply, but Daphne knew he wasn't ignoring her. She could see him thinking it all over as he walked to the window.

"It's only good news depending on how you look at it."

"I know, but it will be fine-"

"No, look!"

Daphne quickly joined her husband at the window, trying to see what he was looking at. Down in the gardens was Anthony and (Y/N) taking a stroll. The pair were lit by the setting sun which was casting a beautiful orange and pink glow across the garden. Although they had not stopped talking through the afternoon, now they were silent, both silently worrying that the other had no more to say.

"(Y/N)-"

"Anthony-"

The spoke at the same time, pausing for a moment before laughing. Anthony said nothing, being a gentleman and letting (Y/N) speak.

"I was just going to say how much I have enjoyed our time together. It feels as if no time has passed since the last time I saw you."

"How long will you stay?"

"Sorry?"

"Well, are you staying for a short visit? Or perhaps an extended time?"

"Simon and I have not discussed that as of yet. I am to be staying with a friend of mine who lives in the Ton, so I shall be here for a little while."

Anthony couldn't help but smile."Good, that is good news."

They were quiet again as they continued walking, only taking small steps as they wee nearing the end of the garden. They were standing close to one another, and although they had linked arms before and been sat on the plush sofas, this held more tension. Perhaps it was the way neither of them wanted to startle the other, despite their desperate want for affection. As their minds drifted off to where this was leading, their hands ever so delicately brushed. Both were startled, halting their steps and looking at each other.

"My apologies-"

"Anthony, it's fine. I...I just wouldn't have expected this."

Anthony thought for a moment, glancing down at their hands that were no longer close. He didn't like it. He wanted to be bold and take the next step, even if it was just holding one another's hand. But this was Simon Basset's sister. And it was (Y/N), who he had the upmost respect for.

"Miss Basset?"

"Anthony, why are you calling me that?"

"May I enquire into the address of your new lodgings?"

"Yes? Why?"

"So that I may call on you in the morning?"

[bengiyo]

Hi, i'm a newish bl drama watcher from thailand that just started watching thai bls. i'm a bit ashamed to say that for a long time as a gay man living here i've been avoiding bl shows like the plague cuz of both the fandom reputation and of misconception from my yaoi era which i leave far behind. i'm just want to ask how did you got into watching thai bls and what were you preconception before you got into it.

Welcome to the Tumblr side of BL fandom. I'd actually like to also hear more of your experience with yaoi and BL as a gay person growing up in Thailand if you're willing to share.

For me, I'm a Black American from the Gulf Coast (the South). I grew up in a Catholic city and spent my entire adolescence in the closet. Despite having a sense of who I was as early as 8 years old, I kept most of that to myself. Because I didn't talk about it much with people, I found out most information about queer media and queerness from the internet.

I entered BL via queer cinema. I think the first explicitly gay character that I remember from TV was Marco from Degrassi: The Next Generation. There were probably others, and definitely more subtle expressions, but when I think about the oldest gay character I remember and connect to, it's Marco. I don't like counting things like shipping Shawn and Corey on Boy Meets World or Tai and Matt on Digimon for oldest gay characters. Sailor Moon can't even count because we got a censored version of it in America.

I got access to satellite television away from observing eyes around age 16 and started watching content on Logo back when they aired gay content regularly. I watched basically whatever I could late at night. It's how I saw movies like Get Real (1998), Beautiful Thing (1996), and Bent (1997). It's also how I saw Queer as Folk (2000-2005) Noah's Arc (2005-06).

After hitting adulthood I mostly got lost in video games and standard American TV for a while, but I did basically show up to any Gay Event in TV. I appreciate that Stef and Lena from The Fosters (2013-2018) were some of the only TV lesbians to survive the horror of 2016.

I watched a bunch of movies in this time, many of which appear on the Queer Cinema Syllabus I made for a hypothetical Westerner new to BL and queer cinema, which @wen-kexing-apologist has decided to try to complete.

I got into Thai BL in 2018 accidentally. I started seeing gifsets of Kongpob telling Arthit he'll make him his wife passing around Tumblr and was basically like, "Right, what's all this then?"

I had watched a few Thai gay films, mostly notably Love of Siam (2007), Bangkok Love Story (2007), How to Win at Checkers Every Time (2015), and The Blue Hour (2015), but this was the first time I was seeing a long series made available so easily from any Asian country.

From there I got into Make It Right (2016-17) and Love Sick the series (2014). Once I realized that yaoi had moved beyond manga and a few anime adaptations, I went looking for a lot more. I basically haven't left since I started in about 2016 with SOTUS.

There's my basic entry into the genre. I don't think I was as worried about fandom and worries at the time because so much of being a fan of queer cinema was a mostly-private experience for me for so long. I didn't realize that BL fans active in the space would predominantly be women or queers figuring themselves out. It took a while to adjust to that, and also to adjust my expectations of the kinds of queer stories BL distributors were willing to fund.

That being said, I tend to agree with @absolutebl that BL has a useful role in normalization for non-queer audiences who encounter it. I like cheering BL when it does things I think work really well, and also deriding it when I think it does things that are offensive to help nudge the genre and offer my perspective as a gay man.

I like the place we're at right now where there's way too much to watch for any person with other hobbies and responsibilities because it means that people can pick and choose what's to their tastes.

More often than not, I'm probably most-invested in something airing from Japan because of my melancholy nature, but there's so much variety these days that it's okay if you don't like everything. I certainly don't!

I'm glad you joined us on Tumblr and look forward to your thoughts!

[mackjlee9]

kay i'll take advantage of the hyperfixation bc i'm hyperfixated too 😋 this one is quite angsty? Depends on how you wanna do the end bc i'll leave it up to you

u see how in re6 chris asks leon if he will protect ada despite all the damage she did and he says yeah he is? What if instead of chris asking is leon's long term boyfriend since raccoon city?

like reader kinda knows he's still not over ada bc let's say reader went with him to rescue ashley in re4 and well, ada was there and shit.

so with that reader this time KNOWS leon is till not over ada no matter how much time has passed and he feels kinda betrayed bc they had a full ass relationship since raccoon city and it's been YEARS.

ending up to you ofc depending on how interested u are on writing this lmao. bye byee 💖

Ehe- I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Male!Reader [Angst]

Maybe spoilers if you haven't played/watched re6?

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 6

(M/n) almost couldn't believe how awful this vacation was turning out to be.

From shooting the president to chasing after Ada herself, Helena could look at him with an apologetic look in her hazel eyes. (M/n) hasn't explicitly told her that he and Leon were dating, just said they were together on a vacation to relax and unwind a bit from their job on the D.S.O, but the situation had become worse than they initially thought.

And now Ada was involved? Well, when wasn't she honestly, that woman seemed to have some sort of GPS on Leon because she always showed up wherever he was, it was rather odd, still, he didn't question it, coincidences were pretty common in this kind of job.

Just look at it this way, they met with Sherry a while ago and now Chris was here too.

The three of them chased after Ada, Leon in front, and (M/n) right behind him, while Helena did her best to keep up behind them, but she was injured and she was struggling to keep up the pace. (M/n) stopped and made sure she was okay, before realizing how far Leon had run already.

"(M/n), go! I'll... I'll be fine, you go after her," she said gently pushing him away, and (M/n) hesitated for a moment, but Helena's reassuring smile helped him make up his mind.

He continued running after Leon, hearing two more foreign voices echo in the building, his eyes observing how Ada was cornered by two BSAA agents and as one of them pulled the trigger, Leon hit the gun away, immediately getting involved in a fight with the man. (M/n) arrived just in time to catch a stumbling Chris and prevent him from falling when Leon kicked his stomach hard enough to make him lose his balance.

Chris groaned from the pain, even when he was kicked over his bulletproof vest, Leon has always been known for having strong legs after all.

"Here," (M/n) mumbled while standing up and helping Chris get up from the ground, hearing him grunt a small 'thank you', all the while still being pointed by Leon with his pistol, "Leon-"

"Shut up," was all the blond said, making him swallow and nod, standing back whilst Chris and Leon started arguing. About Ada, and why she needed to die. (M/n) saw Leon clench his jaw, tightening his hold on the grip of his pistol, his cold blue eyes staring into Chris', "She's a key witness, we need her."

"A witness? She's the one that did all of this!" Chris replied, angry at what Ada had done, and probably at Leon for stopping him earlier.

"No, it wasn't her, it was Simmons, the National Security Advisor," (M/n) looked at them, hearing Helena's stumbling behind them and he helped her stand up. He wasn't sure what he was expecting the outcome of this discussion would be, but something told him he wasn't gonna like it.

"I lost all of my men because of that woman!" Chris yelled as he approached Leon, who kept a firm stance, not even blinking at his outburst.

"And I lost over seventy thousand people, including the president, because of Simmons!" He replied back with the same tone, followed by a deafening silence, the light of a chopper landing on them through the window.

Chris sighed and looked down, shaking his head before staring back at Leon, "She works for Neo-Umbrella, you know what that means?"

(M/n) watched as Leon sighed, "I do."

Glancing back and forth between the two of them, (M/n) took a deep breath, and took a step forward, slightly covering Chris with his body, he doesn't know what made him do it, maintaining eye contact with Leon's blue eyes, that remained cold and serious.

"After all she did to you, to me, to us... You're still gonna protect her, Leon?" The few seconds of silence that followed made his ears ring, the fact that he had to think about it let him know his answer.

Leon's stare hardened, seemingly unfazed by (M/n)'s words, not caring about the pain in his voice.

"I am."

(M/n) released a dry chuckle, turning around and walking away, "I was scared you were gonna say that," he mumbled as he left, finding another way to go downstairs. While he waited for them, he saw a flash of white, soon followed by Ada's body gracefully flying with her grappling hook.

They made eye contact for an instant before she ran away again, like she always did, never deviating from her mission.

He unzipped his pouch, his fingers wrapping around the velvet box, gripping it tightly as tears began gathering in his eyes. (M/n) had planned this vacation perfectly, wanting to make it special and memorable, after all, he and Leon had been in a relationship for 15 years... Or so he thought, because it seemed like he was the naive one who thought that way, when Leon was clearly smitten to Ada, after everything that happened... Everything he had done to make Leon happy...

(M/n) sighed and rubbed his temple before lowering his hand to grab his pistol, but before he could, he hit one of the pouches around his hips, his world freezing and breaking down piece by piece when he realized what he had kept safe there during this whole ordeal.

All of it had been wasted, maybe... Someone else would appreciate all his efforts?

But who? He has never loved anyone other than Leon, and it's not like he could simply move on to someone else, that wouldn't be fair to the other person.

(M/n) observed the black box in his hand, hearing the footsteps of Leon and Helena approaching his position, and he had to dry away the tears that had managed to run down his face, turning toward them with a hint of a smile, putting the box back and closing the zipper again.

"We have to keep going, let's go," he will figure out what to do when all of this is over, but right now, they had a job to do.

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

(Mildly suggestive towards the end)

Kenma groaned as he died yet again, barely ten minutes after the last time he died.

He hates speed runs, they never fail to stress him out. He hasn't done one in over a year for that exact reason, but ever since he made the mistake of streaming Bloodborne, people have been begging him to speed run it.

A glance at his chat shows flows of messages in support, telling him to just keep trying or pouring in all sorts of strategies, Kenma wants to just ignore all of them and end the damn stream.

'Babe, you good?'

He looks up, how had he missed (Y/N) coming in?

His girlfriend arches a brow at his probably dishevelled state, eyes darting to the screen in silent question.

Kenma can't help but smile at her protective nature. (Y/N) is an absolute sweetheart, most of the time, the rest of it, she's got one hell of a protective streak, and it shows whenever she hears about internet trolls.

'I'm good baby...come here?'

Her expression eases to a small smile as he pats his thigh, sitting back in his chair to make room for her to slide into his lap.

(Y/N) doesn't hesitate, settling across his thighs and sparing chat a small wave as they explode with messages.

»WELCOME TO THE STREAM, MRS KODZUKEN!«

»Our lady has graced us with her presence! We have been blessed«

»Mrs is lookin' fine today!«

Kenma made a point of ignoring them, pressing a kiss to her cheek as she took in the game in front of him. "You're playing bloodborne again?"

"Yeah, they kept demanding I speed run it, it's driving me nuts."

(Y/N) made a face at him. "You hate speed runs."

"I sure do."

Kenma kissed her cheek again, resisting the urge to bury his face in her neck on stream. They haven't talked about PDA on camera yet, she's only just started making appearances on his streams in this way, as opposed to just being a mysterious hand or voice sneaking into his room to give him food.

His community has been welcoming of her, apart from the occasional weirdo that got promptly blocked, but he's not willing to push her too far too soon.

(Y/N) reached for the controller. "Want me to play for a while?"

Kenma nodded, allowing himself to nuzzle gently into her hair. It's something she's been doing on and off ever since they moved in together. If he's getting overwhelmed on stream, she'll take up the controller and keep chat busy while he recharges a little.

She's not necessarily incredible at games, but it keeps chat busy- or so he thought.

"Just get through the game as fast as possible without dying, right?"

"Right...you make it sound do easy."

"It isn't." (Y/N) drawled, staring a new game, and moving with a purpose.

Before his very eyes, (Y/N) tore through the first half of the game with a purpose. She knew exactly what she wanted to develop, where to get what she needed, it was mad!

Chat is exploding with hype as his sweet partner sits in his lap, and absolutely shreds a speed run that's been driving him nuts all day!

Kenma watched the clock, gaping as she started the final battle after less than forty minutes, idly talking to chat as she did it!

Once she was done, she put the controller down, sheepishly realising what she'd just done as she turned to ger boyfriend.

"...oops?"

Kenma felt like a fish out of water, mouth agape, his thoughts tumbling out without filter.

"That is the hottest thing anyone's ever done."

(Y/N) giggled, sheepishly hiding her face from the camera. She looks so innocent, but Kenma knows better.

He knows, because her ass is pressed to his hard-on.

Her eyes are alight with mischief, cheeks dusted pink, the very picture of a girl who's got no idea what she just did. An act, of course.

(Y/N)'s no ditsy pushover, and the subtle way she adjusts herself in his lap says everything. He's been in here too long.

Without much warning, Kenma ends the stream without much of a goodbye, and scoops his lover into his arms, gaming chair rolling backward as (Y/N) giggles, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Finally, thought you'd never get the hint!" (Y/N) huffed, wrapping her legs around his waist, pressing herself closer as she brushed kisses to his pale neck. "I missed you all day!"

"Did you?" Kenma purred, palming the soft skin of her ass and thighs under the loose shorts she likes to wear around the house, wearing those pretty marks on her thighs with pride. "How can I make up for it, pretty girl?"

"I can think of a few ways..." (Y/N) purred, smiling as he carried her into the bedroom, gently pressing her onto the bed, sheets crumpling around her. "Come here and I'll show you, handsome."

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

‘realize’ for the word ask thingy!! -galaxy

I see this and I raise you:

Doll!Reader helping Ken realize that horses exist in Barbieland

..........

"You weren't kidding..we really did have horses here all along.."

"Glad you finally realized that, Ken." With a small chuckle, you turned back to your horse, taking the pink plastic brush to her mane as you gently combed through the fluff.

"There you go, girlie...how do you keep getting these knots, hm?" You cooed, to which she snorted in reply, seeming content.

All the while, Ken couldn't stop staring at you both in awe, still trying to process what he was seeing before his very eyes.

A horse in Barbieland.

If only he knew they existed here, too, before he decided to take over everything and reinvented patriarchy.

The one time you decided to come into town....was when this seemingly perfect paradise was rapidly transformed into "Kendom", where the Kens took over the dreamhouses and attempted to rewrite the entire constitution.

They attempted to brainwash you as they did other Barbies into servitude, but since you weren't a Barbie yourself...it didn't really work.

Yet Ken, aka Beach Ken who went to the Real World with Stereotypical Barbie and returned as a completely different person, tried convincing you to stick around, showing off all the horse-themed stuff he had.

Despite you being a doll literally centered around equine care, he kept talking over you, spouting nothing but inaccurate horse facts and firmly believing he knew more than you.

As far as he was aware..horses only existed in the Real World, where men rode them and owned them and were the ultimate symbols of manhood.

When he made a jab at your job and refused to believe it's your actual profession, you snapped and nearly ripped his horseshoe chain necklace off of him, embarrassing him in front of all the other Kens, before you called out to your horse.

His jaw dropped as he saw her appear out of nowhere, and you mounted her and glared at him, mockingly asking if he still believed they're only from the Real World. Then you galloped all the way back home, refusing to hear his response.

You haven't returned since, and he struggled to maintain his image as a manly and "cool" leader after that revelation was dropped on him like an anvil.

After all was said and done, and Barbieland was restored to its former glory, Ken decided to go look for you. After realizing that patriarchy didn't make him happy, he wanted to make amends (and see your horses, but mostly make amends) and admit that scorning your job was shitty.

He kept rehearsing what he was going to say during the long walk to your home....but ended up faltering at your doorstep, becoming an anxious wreck until you let him in.

You weren't inclined to, at first, although seeing as he no longer wore that stupid mink coat and instead had a tie-dye hoodie that said "I Am Kenough", you figured he finally had some sense knocked into him.

Plus, the fact that he walked all this way was surprising..until you remembered Kens didn't drive cars or use bikes.

Even so, it's obvious that he genuinely wanted to make things right.

So both of you talked for a while, with him concluding that he felt stressed and unsure of what to do with his life now that Barbie's out of the picture.

He felt like he didn't belong anywhere near her dreamhouse, and he wasn't ready to go back to the Real World anytime soon. He just felt...stuck.

You didn't have too many words to comfort him with, given you've never been there and you've never dealt with the complex human emotions he just started experiencing himself.

But you did know how to cheer him up.

So you took him outside to one of the fenced arenas at your ranch, whistling for your horse, and she came trotting over.

Ken was awestruck, watching you tend to the gentle creature as you finished brushing her mane. He stepped closer to the fence, unsure of what to do or what to say...or even if he was allowed to be this close.

However you could see the look in his eyes, and the hesitancy in his body language, and ultimately relented.

You couldn't stay mad at him for eternity.

"You can pet her if you wanna."

He blinked in surprise, before looking at your horse again and cautiously reaching out to her face. For a moment she stared at him, and the abrupt snort made him flinch away.

"I-I...don't think she likes me.." He frowned.

"It's okay, Ken. She only acts like that 'cuz you're reaching for her mouth and don't have any food. Here. Let me help."

You took his hand, ignoring the way he stared at you with a growing blush on his face while you guided him. But eventually his focus shifted back to the horse as he felt soft fur beneath his fingertips, eyes widening as he looked to see his hand resting just above her nose.

Her ears flicked to the side, though besides that..she didn't react in any hostile way.

He was in childlike amazement, gently petting her and brushing his fingers through her mane. And you stepped back, allowing the two to bond, before noticing the tears welling up in his eyes.

"Are you alright?"

"Y-Yeah...this is just awesome. She's nothing like the ones on those stupid TVs we had."

"Nope. They can't compare to her." You chuckled, leaning against one of the posts with a warm smile. "She's the real deal."

[ughgoaway]

YES maybe teacher has the lab coat lying around from a little science experiment she's done with her school kids (I'm thinking of the bicarbonate of soda/vinegar volcano that everyone made) and Matty tries it on for a laugh and she starts blushing and going all bashful and embarrassed because she fancies him so much

OH YES!!! GENIUS!!

you're going through your wardrobe looking for a coat to wear, you and matty have a reservation at a nice restaurant and as much as you want you want to show off your pretty dress it is also December and 2°C.

you laugh as you flick through and pull out the coat, showing it to matty, who is busy gawking at you from his place on the bed.

he manages to pull his eyes from your ass to look at what's in your hands, and immediately, his face scrunches in confusion.

"Did you have a secret career as a scientist that I didn't know about?" he asks, standing up to come behind you in front of the mirrored door of your wardrobe.

he slides his hands over your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder as you both look at the coat in your hands.

"No, no, it was from the science fair last year. we were all making bicarbonate volcanoes, and I wanted to dress the part. I'm not quite sure why I've kept it this so long to be honest, " you say bashfully, going to hang it back up, but matty grabs it out of your hands before you can.

"You obviously kept it for your future hot boyfriend to try on." he teases, taking off his suit jacket and laying it on the bed.

you briefly get distracted by his back and arms in the shirt he's wearing before realising he really is trying it on.

"mattyyyyy, we don't have time! we're gonna be late, " you go to sit on the end of the bed as matty ignores your protests and swings the jacket on.

"Huh. don't know how to feel about the fact we're the same size in labcoats, but oh well, " matty laughs to himself but notices a distinct lack of giggles from you.

he looks up at you and sees the flush on your cheeks and the distinctly horny look on your face. you might as well be a cartoon character with heart-shaped eyes popping out of your head.

how interesting.

"What do you think, baby?" matty teases sauntering up to you and brushing his hands over the lapels of the coat.

you nod dumbly as matty stalks towards you. Soon, you're looking up at him wide-eyed as he stands tall in front of you between your parted legs.

matty smirks and nods at you, subtly reminding you that you haven't said any words since he put it on.

you shake your head and timidly say, "looks great," and give him a bashful smile, trying to hide your clear attraction. your voice breaks as you attempt to speak, and you have to cough awkwardly when you finish in a futile attempt to hide your emotions.

matty brings his hand up to rest on your cheek, and you immediately lean into it, closing your eyes at the contact. he smirks to himself and traces your cheekbone with his thumb.

his hand feels red hot against your face, and you know you've been found out. you open your eyes prepared to stutter an embarrassed apology, but matty does not seem bothered.

his eyes are almost black, and you know exactly what that look on his face means. he's into it too.

"So you really like it, huh sweet girl?" matty moves his hand down to your lips and pulls your bottom lip down with his thumb. he watches it snap back into place and goes to trace it again, but you take his thumb into your mouth without a second thought.

matty groans at the sight, watching you work his thumb just like you do when you suck him off. he taps his other hand on your cheek, and you know the cue, immediately opening your mouth obediently.

matty pushes his thumb on your tongue and watches the saliva pool in your mouth. his mouth starts watering at the sight, and he knows exactly what he wants to do.

you've mentioned finding him spitting on stage attractive, so he figured this wasn't too far a stretch.

he leans down and spits, watching the salvia trail of the end of his lip and falling into your mouth.

you let out a strangled moan whilst keeping your mouth open, trying to play by his rules.

matty taps your chin delicately and demands, "swallow."

you nod, and matty slams your jaw shut. You swallow diligently and open your mouth back up to show him its empty.

he smiles gratefully, "Good girl, how did we taste?" Both his hands hold your cheeks now as you gaze up at him adoringly.

"so so good sir"

fuck. you hadn't called matty that before. It had just slipped out from your mouth once you saw him in that coat.

he growls and starts pushing your head towards his crotch. that was definitely something he could get used to.

you rub your nose into him and look up at him with begging eyes.

"Go on then, sweet girl"

"What about our reservation?" you ask, but seemingly ignoring your own words, you were already unbuttoning his trousers and pulling down the zip.

"we'll just be a little late." matty groans as you start to mouth him through his boxers.

and... you definitely were more than a little late. and matty struggled to ever book that restaurant again.

worth it.

[superineffable]

let me yap for a bit. i'm tired but have thoughts so i'm gonna let it out here.

i've been a member of dropout for only 5 months so far (been a fan longer but decided to buy a membership as a birthday gift to myself 💙 best gift ever) and i knew i wanted to get into d20 because i keep seeing out of context clips for it and i find them so funny even though i've never had any interest in dnd or any ttrpg content. so i started watching fantasy high because it was the first released season for d20 and because junior year was being posted/teased at the time. my thoughts were that by the time i finish the two seasons of fantasy high i could get to junior high in time for the finale. unfortunately, i did not expect to have my attention span challenged 💀

i loveee the characters (gorgug is so beloved to me) and i love the stories and the quests but sometimes the lore takes a serious turn for way too long than i can pay attention for and i zone out, so i'll be honest, there are parts of the story that i only piece together by context clues. but i enjoyed s1! and i'm still at s2. it's a bit harder to get through because there aren't any of the props or editing they had back then and it's a full livestream so i'm taking longer than i expected to get through the episodes. but i'm liking the story (though there are still some moments where i don't pay attention haha)

anyway! that really ruined my plan to watch junior high around the same time everyone else was watching it. prior to realizing junior year was ongoing, my plan was to watch the d20 shows in order of release, but, evidently, that isn't possible! i cannot pay attention despite wanting to 😭

i decided i'll finish fantasy high on my own time, put all the other d20 shows on hold because i cannot handle them together (i promise you, i don't think i fully understand the mechanics of the game yet). then watch one of the following once im done with junior year: dungeons and drag queen (cause i saw that clip of twyla and her thinking she's invisible), mentopolis (first d20 ep i watched when it was one free ep + i liked that clip of alex's character selling newspaper to a pretty aggressive man), starstruck odyssey (cause it sounds so cool), or a crown of candy (probably my first choice of the list, genuinely what i think would be my favorite based from clips i've seen of d20)

so tell me why d20 decided to do an action based story during a time in my life when i'm binging through action movies for no reason other than i felt like watching actions movies?! i had gone through the realization i didn't enjoy action movies as much if there's no comedy in it, so they really made sure to make an action comedy themed d20 show for me to enjoy (though i know brennan made it for izzy which makes this 100000x better). when i saw the trailer i kinda lost my mind, which was so weird because i genuinely haven't kept up with d20 shows except when i figured out which one was best to watch. then i made the decision to watch the first ep when it came out and i laughed so much 😭 it was the first d20 ep where i was genuinely devastated i finished an episode because it hit me that there isn't a next one until the next week. and then i was again devastated because it was only going to run for a couple of episodes 😭😭

but i am soooo obsessed with nsbu! paula is my everything and izzy plays her so wonderfully i am laughing as much as all the players when i'm listening to the show which is not good since i listen at work 😃 there's still very tiny moments where i get lost but i get swept up in the action again and it's soooo fcking cool and funny and i love all the characters so much oh my god im so happy there's another episode soon sjfhwknskks this really ruined my plans to watch everything in order, but i cannot hate it. i love this show so much.

i'm still watching sophomore year in between! almost donee !!! because i'm watching ally playing on nsbu & sophomore year at the same time, i really get the comments that are amused about the irony of ally being the one to keep the table on track. (actually wanted to watch d20 shows in order of release because i liked seeing someone's growth in learning a skill and wanted to see ally slowly get better at playing, but this is real good too.)

ok this went on too long i am Exhausted now. i really just wanted to say how much i love nsbu and that it's given me a whole new appreciation for d20 & other ttrpg (even though i think they mentioned they've done something different mechanics-wise)! if there's anyone who also wants to enjoy this veryyy long shows but get lost in the deep lore or the serious moments sometimes pls give nsbu a try because this is one of the most fun things i've watched in a while 💛

edit: also very cute i'm watching d20 live and they keep saying "when you're here, you're family" and i keep hearing nsbu saying "la familia" in my head

[babybluebex]

hello babesss blurb request for billy? if u write for him that is, just thinking about how soft and cute and shy he is with reader. idk like him maybe getting turned on around her and reader thinks it’s hot. love ur writing <3

i haven't written for billy before but i love him so much so yesss thank yooouuuu cw handjob, premature ejaculation

His body was so warm against yours as you pressed your cheek to his chest, and Billy's hand gently stroked down your back. The television was playing quietly on the other side of the room, illuminating you and him, and Billy sighed heavily, his hand falling slightly lower than before to touch at your ass.

"Bill?" you mumbled sleepily, and his hand jerked away suddenly, as if he had been caught doing something bad.

"Sorry," he said sharply, but your arms around his middle kept him from escaping too far across the couch from you.

"What're you sorry for?" you asked. "You can touch me, if you want."

Billy's big eyes flicked down to you, and a small frown crossed his face. "Don't say that," he mumbled, and you nuzzled your cheek further into his chest.

"Do you wanna touch me?" you asked. "You can, Billy."

"But if I touch you, then you've gotta touch me," Billy said. "S'how it works, right? And you don't wanna..."

"Of course I wanna touch you," you said quickly. "Billy, you're so handsome, I'd love to touch you." Carefully, you let your hand skate down his belly and play at the strings of his track pants, and his stomach quivered under your palm. "How long's it been since you've been touched right, baby?"

Billy swallowed thickly, but his hips shifted up into your hand. "A while," he said. "Since I was a teenager, I think."

"Oh, baby," you whispered, and your hand slipped under his trousers to palm at him through his boxers. He was already hard, hot and swelling under your touch, and his hips bucked up into your hand again.

"Yeah," he said softly. "J-Just like that. Maybe you could put your hand on it? Like, touch my skin?"

Without a word, you moved your hand under his boxers, and his skin was hot against your palm as you wrapped your fingers around his fat length. "God, you're big," you whispered, and Billy's head fell back with a moan. "And you're so hard. Have you been turned on all night?"

"E-Ever since you showed up," Billy stuttered. "I smelled your perfume a-and—"

You leaned up and kissed his soft mouth to silence him, and his big hands grabbed at your cheeks as you slowly stroked his cock until he was fully hard. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he moaned again, and your hand squeezed him to draw out a longer moan. "Fuck, baby," Billy whispered. "You'll make me cum in my pants."

"Are you already close?" you asked, and Billy nodded quickly, one of his messy waves falling into his eyes. "That's so hot, Billy. Tell me when you're about to cum."

Billy looked down at where your hand disappeared into his pants, his chin attaching to his heaving chest, and he gasped when your thumb swiped across his leaking slit. "Baby," he whispered. "Do that again, please do that again—"

You moved your body to reach his neck, and you kissed his thin skin as you smoothed your thumb across his slit again. Billy's hips bucked up into your hand, fucking your fist, and his head tipped to allow you to better reach his neck. His skin smelled so sweet, and his cock jumped when you moaned softly. "So good," he whispered, and his eyes squinted shut as his eyebrows furrowed. "So fucking good. M'gonna cum, baby, keep doing it."

Your hand moved faster in his boxers as your kisses became harder, adding your teeth to mark him up, and Billy squirmed under you as he moaned loudly, almost like he couldn't hold it back anymore. His hips bucked, his belly quivered, and Billy could hardly mumble out "Baby—" before his cock throbbed in your hand and he came.

You stroked him through his orgasm, smiling into his neck as he fucked your hand wildly, and you watched his hands flex and curl into fists as his chest bounced with heavy breaths. "Just like that," you told him, kissing over the small red mark that you had left on his neck. "Good, Billy, just like that."

"Fuck," Billy huffed, and his eyes finally opened as he looked at you, heavily-lidded and mouth fallen open. "Haven't cum that hard in years."

"Good," you whispered. "You deserve it, baby."

[pastelbatfandoms]

Daddy's Home

A/N: Obviously was inspired by Randy Orton coming back, plus it's been almost a year since I've watched WWE. Randy really wanted me to write him (or his higher self did lol) and kept appearing in my dream. So here ya go.

Warnings: Pure Smut, Daddy Kink

"I can only take you in small doses, loving's you explosive."- Small Doses~Bebe Rexha

I stormed down the hall, towards my hotel room. Upset of course at Randy, what else was new? This time though he was following me as I opened the room door and almos slammed it into his face.

Randy stopped it with his hand. "Roxy c'mon! What is it now?" He started to shout then lowered his voice, cooly.

As I whirled on him. My long dark hair flying behind me. "What is it now, Randy really? You come back and the first thing you do is flirt with Rhea!"

Randy stopped at that, raising his eyebrows in surprise. "That's what your worked up about? I wasn't flirting with her I was trying to get under her skin. Looks like I got under yours instead."

I crossed my arms, looking away. "It doesn't matter. You and I are not even together, but she is my friend. "

"True we're not. I get she's your friend but so what? I mean you been getting pretty close with her friend Damian Priest, haven't you?" Randy asked, eyeing me.

I looked at him then. "Why are you jealous? I've actually been gone for quite awhile Randy just like you. But yes I do find him attractive so? You going to take him away from me too."

Randy crossed his own arms, closing his eyes at that. "Rox I thought we were past this, I'm sorry about what happened with The Fiend and how I treated you, but It's not like I killed Bray."

I looked down, a bit sad. "I know. It wasn't anyone's fault. Regardless I don't think I can do this again with you Randy."

"I told you before how I feel Roxy. How we keep doing this, you say you don't want me and yet it's the same song & dance of not wanting anyone else too either." Randy said, walking slowly towards me.

I put a hand out to stop him. "Randy...I do want to be with you, I can't help it. I just don't want jealousy or possessiveness to get in the way."

Randy smirked at that, "I don't think that can be helped. That's just how we're wired especially me. But I can promise it won't go as far as it did before. Plus..." He grabbed the hand that was on his chest, as he went close to my ear and said in a low tone. " You like it when I get possessive over you in other ways, makes for great sex." He smirked at me.

I looked up at him,licking my lips. "True... Just don't hurt me again."

Randy shook his head the smirk gone. "I won't. I swear. Now how about you show Daddy how much you missed him." Randy whispered, running a hand through my hair.

I grinned up at him as I brought him down to kiss me, remembering how much I had missed him and forgetting what a great kisser he was as he gripped me to him and kissed me slow,deep and with passion, his tongue swirling around mine as we french kissed.

That's all it took as Randy pushed me against the wall. Making out with me roughly, as he bit my lip. "I need you so fuckin' bad." He growled.

"Then take me." I moaned out.

"How rough?" Randy asked, pulling my head back.

My eyes lit up. "As much as you want Daddy."

"Good answer." Randy gave me a wide grin as he licked up my neck.

Randy then stepped back to take his shirt off, as he undid his pants. I stared at his perfect body in awe. He stopped me before I could take my clothes off though. "Ah not yet. I thought you were going to show Daddy how much you missed him?"

With a dark glint in his eyes, Randy grabbed me around the neck and tongued me then growled "I want you on your knees."

I did as he said, as he gripped fistfuls of my hair, his cock already semi hard as I stroked him. I looked up into his lust blown gaze as he opened my mouth, running a thumb across my bottom lip. "Beautiful." He murmured, then brought his dick to my open mouth as I closed around it and started sucking.

Randy dropped his head back, closing his eyes with a groan as I went deeper, my tongue playing with the length of him. "Oh fuck yes Rox." He growled out.

Randy held the back of my head then as he thrust deeper, the tip of him rubbing the back of my throat, grinning when I gagged a bit. Then faster as he came down my throat. "Mmm good girl." He praised me after I swallowed.

I could feel myself getting even more turned on at that. "Daddy what about-" I started to ask what about me, when Randy grabbed me up, cutting me off as he nibbled my ear, kissing and biting my neck.

"Oh don't worry baby girl we are far from done." Randy breathed in my ear, my eyes closed and my head dropped back to rest on his naked chest, while he slowly ran his hands down my body, then reached up to undo my tight wrestling top.

Once it was off he palmed his hands over my breasts, pinching my nipples as I let out a whine. Then dragged his hands to part my legs as he slowly rubbed me over my latex wrestling shorts.

I squirmed as he touched me and he bit my neck in warning. "Ah don't you dare rush me. Enjoy it." He murmured, his voice low.

Randy did not rush sex, as was his nature, he was slow, methodical, sensual. And he made you feel every little thing he did to you.

Like now as pushed his hand into my shorts, his other hand playing with my breasts. I ground against him, already feeling his growing erection. He lightly played with my clit as he swiftly made me cum, then pushed two fingers in my cunt. "Take them off." He growled, as I shakily peeled off my shorts.

Randy spread my legs further apart as he ground against me. We were both naked this time and I felt his cock becoming even harder as he pushed against my ass.

I started to touch him but he slapped my hand away. "Nuh uh Babygirl. Daddy's not done playing with you." He denied me, as he pulled his fingers from not letting me cum a second time.

Smacking my ass when I whined in protest. "Daddy please.."

Randy snaked an arm around me then turning me to face him as he quickly grabbed me by the neck, pushing me against the wall again. "Wait." Is all Randy says raising an eyebrow at me.

Randy lets up on my throat then as he drags his hands down to play with my nipples again, then kneels down, slowly kissing up my thighs, then biting my inner thigh with an animalistic growl. My Viper.

My eyes closed in ecstasy as his tongue snakes out and he licks up me, with a satisfied sound. "Babygirl you are so wet." Randy's tongue delves into my pussy then as he fingers me, slowly. Randy tongues me slowly over and over again, tasting every inch of me as I clench around him, Randy stops, edging me. "Not yet." I bite my lip to keep from cumming.

Randy then brings his tongue to my clit then lightly as he opens his mouth to essentially make love to my pussy with his tongue. When he feels me getting closer, he flicks his tongue against my clit, hard but sensual over and over again. Randy looks up at me then, I open them long enough to stare at him, as soon as I meet those dark blue eyes with unspoken permission I cum in waves, shaking with a hand to his head as he eats me out.

Randy lets up then, standing up to give me a languid kiss, tasting myself on him. As he rubs against my opening, I whimper still sensitive but still wanting him as he well knows.

Randy smirks as he tells me, "Does my baby girl still want me? Beg for it."

I look up at him in lust and need. "Please Daddy, I need you."

"Mmmm. Where? Here." Randy touches my dripping cunt with his cock, "You want me inside of you..." Randy asks knowing full well he'd do it anyway as he rubbed his cock against me but never entering.

"Very much, please." I begged.

"Good." Was all Randy said as he placed one hand on the wall another gripping my thigh to raise my leg up. As he slowly entered me, I cry out in pleasure as he easily slid into me. He grabbed me up as I wrapped my legs around his firm waist, pulling his dick all the way out then pushing into me hard. Taking his time as he fucked me slowly.

I moaned out, and my eyes rolled back as he kept fucking me until I came again. One hand around my throat again as he kissed me hard biting my lip. "Fuck Rox, I'm going to cum soon." He groaned out.

"Cum for me Daddy." I whined out. As I dragged my nails down his back.

Randy sped up then as he went as deep as he could, cumming inside me with a loud moan his eyes closed and head back in pleasure. "Fuck yes baby."

Randy pulls out slowly then, kissing me softly, as he lets me down. As soon as our orgasms subside, though I am still shaking. Randy notices as he picks me up in his strong arms. "Easy Roxy. I got you."

"That was so good." I answered him with a dreamy smile still not all the way there. "I love you Randy."

"So good." Randy agrees as he holds me close, "I love you too Rox. Now let's get you to bed." Randy says as he carries me, still naked, to the bed.

Okay so we might have made love a second time instead of sleep. Hey he was that good and we were making up for lost time. Long overdue.

[where-theres-smoak-2]

Since the announcement that Dune part three is in development I've watched a couple of youtube videos and read some articles announcing the news, talking about potential release dates and just generally talking about what they want for the third installment and in the comment section of them there seems to be a lot of discussion around how true to the book the third film will be.

Some are saying that they think Villeneuve will stick closely to the book Dune Messiah, others are saying that he will throw the book out completely and just make up his own story for the third film. Some are saying that after the changes made in Dune Part Two, particularly with the changes to Chani's character arc, its now impossible for him to stay true to the book.

Now I haven't read the book so not only do I have very limited knowledge of the book, I also don't have any special attachment to it. So my following views on the subject are coming from that perspective and are based on the two films I've seen and some comments that were in these articles/comments section.

(So mild book spoilers here, you can learn this from reading the blurb of the book.) One thing I did learn is that the book the third film will be based on, Dune Messiah, is actually set 12 years after the end of Dune Part Two's events. We don't see the holy war, we only see the aftermath. Personally I found this news a little disappointing because I feel like they've been revving the audience up with this holy war for the last two movies and so I was really looking forward to seeing it, to seeing just how far Paul goes, whether he tries to hold back at all, whether he has moments of hesitation etc, I was just really hyped to see this war they kept going on about. That being said I do think that seeing the aftermath would still be interesting too.

I've also seen some people say that the book itself won't translate as well to film as the first book does, apparently it has a lot less action and is more political intrigue, as one article put it, its a lot of people sitting in a room and talking. Again haven't read the book so I don't know how accurate that is, but on a similar vein, I've seen a few people say that whilst the book is good its nowhere near the level that the first book is and so they are worried the third film could be a let down for non-book readers.

So as I said above, lots of opinions going around, mostly from book readers because naturally they know a lot more about what is coming than us non-book readers. But it got me thinking how might Villeneuve approach the film and work around some of the concerns I've seen being discussed, the main ones seeming to be, there not being enough action/ it not translating well to screen and how they are going to deal with Chani, as it seems she plays a vital role in messiah and kind of needs to be at Paul's side in order to fulfil that role. So here are my theories and guesses at how Villeneuve might approach the last film. Again these are just my own speculations and opinions.

This first one could definitely be influenced by my own wishful thinking, but one way they could add a bit more action to the film is to spend say the first hour, for example, showing the holy war and using the time to explain how and why Chani returns to Paul, the birth of Alia maybe, etc and then have the time skip to 12 years later and cover the events of Messiah. These films usually have a long run time so if they keep the long run time for this film maybe they'll be able to cover both events. I do believe that the messiah book is considerably shorter than the Dune book, but then the Dune book was split into two films so I am not entirely sure on how well it would work. I guess it would depend on how well it is written.

Another possibility is what some have suggested and that they just throw the book out pretty much completely. The argument here being that Herbert wrote Messiah because when his first book came out the audience didn't get his intended message that Paul wasn't the hero, so he wrote Messiah to really hit home his message that this was a story about the dangers of false prophets and not a hero's journey type story. However Villeneuve has already achieved this message in Dune part two, which could give him some leeway to take the story in a new direction and add his own spin on it. It could also be an opportunity to make the story more appealing to modern audiences, the books were written in the 60's so political and world views were a little different than today. I do think that might be part of the reason why they changed Chani's character, the loyal concubine who follows along with the false saviour's crusade might not have been all that appealing to a more modern audience. The flip side of that though is that abandoning the book completely might not be a popular decision amongst the book readers. So you could end up alienating one side of the audience in favour of making the story your own and trying to appeal more to the general audience.

The third way could be to stick as closely to the books as you can given the changes made in part two. Villeneuve could just start the film with a narration from one of the characters like he did with Chani in part one and Irulan in part two, maybe this time they could have a narration from Paul himself explaining what happened in the war and how and why Chani came back to him etc, setting the scene so to speak. Then from then out just follow whatever happens in the books. Personally I don't know how satisfying I would find this but it would at least follow the same pattern as the other two films if it opens with a narration.

One other thought I had was they could keep the time-skip for the film but have a miniseries that is set during the holy war, I know they are already doing a miniseries covering the bene gesserit so maybe they can also do one showing the war to fill in the gaps. However I think this would be highly unlikely as I don't think they'd have the time to film both a mini series and an actual film. But you never know maybe we'll get really really lucky.

Out of all the possible options, I personally think the first one would be the best option. It would be the best of both worlds, the book readers will still get to see the book adapted, but spending some time at the beginning of the film showing the war could add that needed action and make it more exciting for those who haven't read the book and who might otherwise be disappointed.

But I am curious to know what others think. If you haven't read the book how do you feel about there being such a large time-skip? Do you care if they skip over the war? Or if you are a book reader are you hoping they'll stay close to the book or do you share the same opinion as some of the other comments I saw saying it won't translate well to film? How important do you think the change to Chani's character is and do you agree with those saying it has messed things up going forward? I am very curious to know. All of this being said I am still very excited that they are making a third film and I trust that no matter what direction he chooses to go Villeneuve will deliver another amazing piece of media for us.

[mofffun]

--Rant--

Cantonese Kingoh aired ep4 yesterday. and I'm. can't say pissed, but that word isn't far from the truth. It's just laughable to me, the whole situation. and I'm probably the most ridiculous of all.

So. Rita has 2 scenes in ep4 and we get two addresses: from Racules, "Saibannchou" (Chief Justice) and from Kaguragi, "Rita koku-ou" (Sovereign Rita)

The Catonese dub kept "Saibannchou" as is and changed "Sovereign Rita" to "Queen Rita".

That had me fuming!!!! ><><><>.<>.<>O< OOOOOOOOOOOO

That was completely unnecessary! and I feel a little "betrayed" for sitting through other less than desirable translation and voice acting (For example Himeno's ojou-sama hohoho laugh became a happy childish hahaha).

Worst is I don't even know WHO to point fingers at even if I'm low enough to lay blame by assumption. Is it the TV station? the outsource dubbing studio? the toy distributor?

The re-naming is a deliberate act and the translation logic doesn't even remain consistent within the same episode, since Saibannchou is kept as is without being re-contextualized in the HK/Cantonese law system to "Chief Justice".

I'm just really disappointed in how uncessary the change is. The TV station is even persumed (big air quote) to be "progressive" by having remade Ossan Love (or something, I haven't watched local TV in 5 years).

I guess I'm just made I've been confronted with the reality that representation/stereotype/awareness locally is just shit and LGBTQ+ issues are just a laughing stock or marketing tactic with the wider public simply refusing to listen or swept it under the "left plastic" rug. (and like, even as a casual viewer I've been watching queer representation in local TV production for as long as I can read…)

I know I'm wind up because I consumed caffiene that noon, but it just left me so sour and bitter? I want nothing more than to support the local broadcast of my favourite Sentai of all time. I have put aside funds for it. Now I just. I'm not even interested in watching my liege's debut episode! The dub was already bad, and this is just ourtright wrong. And it's almost like if I remain caught up, something the original was with me 'til the end, I'm the clown here.

It was like, you always knew the (Cantonese) dub is gonna be bad, you always knew this TV station/local distributor is so-so about the shows, you always knew the whole Cantonese dubbing industry is dwindling, you always knew HK people only likes to watch people pok gai WHY do you bother. I think I want to raise the question on li regardless of the slash if just to raise some awareness. I also try to stop myself from being too combative right from the start. I just be asking why was a change that completely oppose the original text was deemed necessary? Let's hear their consideration if they would even reply to my email. I be gonna looking at CFDA to launch a complaint or something.

The whole thing about Rita being denied a queer identity (from official or fans) that irks me is that the story was never even about their queer identity at all! The story isn't trying to push any agenda to the straights or there would've been an episode from Rita talking about their identity and its significance right???? The story is very much trying to break the binary by demonstrating their gender doesn't matter in regard to their actions and capability as king, by DOING NOTHING. And if higher-ups are gonna to catch whispers and shadows I'm just so, disappointed. The witch-hunting just go to show how fragile such conservative values and those who deem those as "the way it is" are.

p.s. i need to dig up the mainland chinese dub and taiwan dub for comparison, korean dub if i can…

-> chinese dub kept Koku-ou as is and taiwan dub airs this friday

p.p.s./edit: i read a comment that ep1 deleted some violent scenes because the programme is not PG, i.e. the TV station doesn't bother putting a PG warning before the show, going through the communications authroity guidelines (re: not law) for related sections

-> the guidlines only has a section on sex/nudity instead of queer topics. The diction was very vague too on other categories under what requires a parental guidance label. But there has been precedents and other actual laws that i can look up.

I'm just really tired after all these typing and I should really shift my focus on something useful like the tons of VS talks, behind-the-scenes and Yuzuki and Erica's photo book press release.

[streets-in-paradise]

Their Princess - Andy Barclay x Reader

Requested by @tealady556

" Hey can you write one where Andy and reader having a kid thanks!"

Sure, and sorry it took me so long. Andy being a dad is such a lovely concept i love to be writing this. Hope the fluff will compensate for the delay :)

Warnings: Dad Andy fluff 💕 I decided the kid will be a little girl just because I love too much the idea.

Summary: As your child grows up it is your challenge as parents to find a way of combining the developmental freedoom she needs with all the safety precautions against Chucky. Andy is very concerned about it, but her peculiar understandment of the situation will surprise him.

Tags: @barclaysangel

Looking back, the life Andy managed to build with you seemed like the most improbable dream. He turned his prison into a home, changing loneliness for a wonderful family. Everything Chucky said he would never achieve, he had it. Mortified by his lies, he once got to believe he was too undesirable to find a partner, or just too broken to be around anyone else but him. Breaking the isolation brought him amazing news: he could be wanted, loved and even cherished beyond his romantic relationship with you. Unlike Chucky, he didn’t have a magic wand to make all his problems disappear, but having all of that made a huge difference. 

Becoming a father was the biggest challenge he had ever faced. To the standard fears of any parent, he had to add the never resting threat of the killer doll with a preference for being an intergenerational curse for his most hated families. However, the bliss was stronger than the doubts and he would see it with each day of watching your little one grow.

Finding the balance between his justified hypervigilance and the freedoom her development required was getting harder once she stopped being a baby, but there was no doubt he was an amazing dad who adored his child. The love you felt for him kept growing more and more since she came to your lives, watching them play was your happy place. Even when you would join the games, you were always finding yourself in awe observing him challenging himself to make her happy.

Andy Barclay, the man who lost his childhood to an abuser hidding inside his toy, could be found happyly playing with your daughter and the toys you got her. Sometimes it would give you the impression of some compensation going on in their playtime, her dad and his inner child both participating of it.

Living in contact with nature made her adquire a fascination for the wildlife of the woods and a preferrence for the Disney Princesses associated with that enviroment. Her favorite was Aurora, from The Sleeping Beauty. The three of you cassually watched the old film once on a rainy day and she never let it go.

It probably didn't help that the princess hidding in a small cottage to escape the rage of a witch who hated her parents lived as a peasant under a different name that resembled hers. She would play pretend to be Briar Rose so often that you ended up getting her a costume she could put on to improve the experience.

Through her playing you also got to understand that Rose wasn't completely blind to the reason for her father's worry. She got a chance to completely expose it to both of you during the discussion of a big milestone. She was invited for a sleepover at a friend's house, something normal to most children, but Andy was too preoccupied to let her go.

" I don't know the family enough and I haven't been in their house … How many toys she has? Have you seen them all? What if she has friends, siblings or cousins bringing their own toys and Chucky shows up in the hands of one of them? What if he sneaks inside the house in the middle of the night knowing I will not be there to protect her? "

You held his hand and began to play with his hair trying to calm him down while translating his speculations to your girl.

" What dad means is that we are not sure if you sleeping so far away from us is a good idea. "

She was a bit dissapointed, but that didn't mean she didn't understand it. Andy hated to see the evident letdown and couldn't help wondering if that was how his mother felt trying to make him understand why she couldn't buy him a Good Guy during the morning of his sixth birthday.

However, his little one did provide him bits of her own reasoning.

" I know, I know. If I leave the woods the witch doll will find me and put me to sleep. "

Her father looked at her in disbelief, then redirected his attention to you as if he seeked for an answer to what he just heard, but you were as clueless as him.

You both have told her about Chucky, but didn't expect she would be bringing it up in her own terms.

" Is that how you see him, Rosie? " Andy wondered out loud, encouraging her to keep talking. " Like the curse of the Sleeping Beauty? "

" Maleficent. " She corrected him, starting a childish ramble. " She cursed her to hurt her family, she wanted her gone but Merrywheater changed the curse so she would be just sleeping. That's why Aurora lived in the woods, so she won't find her, but then Maleficent saw her in the castle and put her to sleep on her birthday just like the curse said ... Isn't that what Chucky does? He tried to make you sleep on your birthday."

He couldn't believe the innocent brillance of what he was hearing from her. It showed perfect understandment of the situation wrapped in the fantasy of a fairytale.

" So you understand that Chucky uses dolls the same way Maleficent cursing the spinning wheel, ríght? " He tried to follow her, presenting his point from another angle. " I'm nervous about the dolls other people have the same way Aurora's dad was about the spinning wheels on his kingdom. "

" Dad acts like that because he wants to protect you from the curse of Chucky. " You added, providing the conclussion. " He is not a King, so he can't get the Good Guy dolls banned from the country like King Stephan did forbidding his subjects from having spinning wheels. "

The sweet little girl seemed genuinely concerned for him, as if putting things on the language of the story would make her see it clearer.

" Don't worry, daddy! I have my good fairy aunts . "

" We live here with you and I don't see any fairies. " Andy recalled. " Since i'm not a real king, I never needed to leave you under the care of a fairy."

The refutation didn't seem to worry her at all.

" Aunt Kyle and Aunt Nica come to visit me. "

It was a heartwarming occurence, but he didn't want to encourage it. Touched as you both were, you still had to explain her the bad concecuencies it could have if she would say it during one of their visits.

" You should never call Nica your aunt. " Andy cutted her off. " It can upset her. "

The warning made her a little sad.

" … Maybe she doesn't want to be my aunt."

Her sudden sadness fearing herself unwanted by a loved one was breaking your heart.

" It's not that, she loves you. " You tried to explain her because you knew it was too much for him. " … But once upon a time, she was the fairy aunt of another princess Chucky wanted to curse. Her parents weren't as carefull as we are, they didn't know about it and they weren't paying attention. Her aunt tried to save her, but she couldn't revert it the way Merrywheater did. He did put her to sleep, but that princess never woke up and her castle is empty. Now Nica feels too sad to be called aunt again, even if she feels like your aunt. "

The fate of Alice was the combination of all his worst fears. As a father he began to feel haunted by her suffering more than ever. Andy would tell himself over and over that he taught his girl well, that Rose was better prepared and had loving parents that knew better and won't let Chucky rope her. Still, he himself had a wonderfull mother and that wasn't enough to stop it.

She needed to form friendships, the only constant on every tale was a lonely kid surrounded of grown ups.

" Tell you what, sweetheart? We can offer your friend to make the sleepover here. " He proposed out of sudden. " I can take the deer off the wall and hide anything else she may find weird. She can stay for the whole weekend and we will take you for a walk so you can show her all the cute animals you love to salute. "

The illusion transformed her expression, she was all smiles for him again.

" Really?"

He tried to act cassually, but the difference meant the world to him.

" Sure, clever girl. Problem solved."

She hugged him, excitement making her cling tíght.

" THANK YOU, DADDY!! YOU ARE THE BEST!! "

Andy picked her up and kissed her forehead.

" You are welcome, honey. " He lovefully replied. " Just give me some time to fix the place because i want to impress our guest. You know? Not many people think i'm as great as you see me. Many get scared of me because they don't know of everything I told you or they don't believe it. "

She surprised him once more with a lovely comeback.

" I love you, dad. You scare the monsters away."

You could tell he was holding back tears of joy, but you were already crying. Once you found a while to speak about it you were all over him, fulling him of congratulations, but he wasn't convinced of deserving those.

" Mom always says she is a lot like me, and she is ríght. i don't want her to grow up alone and in fear. " He confessed himself with you. " She sees herself as a lonely girl hidding from the curse of a witch by living in a cottage, who later falls for the very first guy she sees. Maybe my obsession for protecting her makes her vulnerable, maybe i'm doing everything wrong."

You chuckled with skepticism, then replied.

" You are forgetting our Rosie is not some common bitch. She is the daughter of Andy Barclay: original victim, long lasting Chucky hunter and professional cult deprogrammer. You have been talking kids out of it since at least your late teens and that experience is reflected in your parenting. She has just proven you that she bewares of Chucky even if she has never meet him yet and that is a world of difference. To get inside, kids have to open the door for him and hers is very closed. "

" Let's make the common agreement of never showing her the Maleficent movie. " He joked, following you. " She is so clever, it never stops amazing me. "

The pridefull smile on his face was making you melt with tenderness.

" Got it from her dad … "

" With your imagínation. " He corrected you. " I don't recall to have ever been so creative."

" Your self implemented security systems say otherwise, love. " You insisted, seeking to make him feel as good as you felt with him. " … And remind me what was the last thing our girl asked we should get her for her birthday?"

" A bow, she saw it in Brave.We had to talk her out of it because she is still too little and she kept saying that princesses shoot with bows. She could have asked for a Merida doll, but preferred the bow. "

You shared a few chuckles and he was back at looking at you with that sweet, lost expression that could have made you die for him.

" Am I doing it ríght?"

You pulled him closer to you and stamped a kiss on his lips, then whispered.

" Amazing."

[randomperson99sworld]

Ruffled Feathers 🪶

~ Part 24 ~

Summary: Julia Morgan, Bobby's niece, has always been a royal thorn in Dean Winchesters ass since the day they met 1 year ago at Bobby's memorial. She wants to be a hunter, he thinks she's a dumb kid playing dress up. Will she always be seen as an unwanted load in Dean's eyes or will he see something more?

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warnings: Age gap, language, sexual themes (used lightly), physical abuse (Not by Dean).

Word Count: 1,001

A/N: Please note the events won't be accurate to the show as I haven't watched it in a while. Stated as always, this story is cross posted on Wattpad. I hope you've enjoyed the story so far though! Happy reading! ♥️

As they prepared to leave, Dean turned to Julia, his expression serious, the weight of everything on his shoulders. "You're staying back on this one," he said firmly, already bracing for her reaction.

Julia, unsurprisingly, wasn't thrilled. Her eyes narrowed, arms crossed. "Seriously, Dean? Again? I'm not made of glass, you know."

Dean sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know you're not, but this one's different. It's dangerous—worse than usual. I don't want you getting caught in the crossfire."

"You mean you don't trust yourself because of the Mark," Julia said, cutting to the heart of it. She wasn't stupid. She knew he was more worried about losing control than he was about the case itself.

Dean tensed but didn't deny it. "Yeah, maybe. But either way, I'm not risking it. Just stay here, help out with research."

Julia huffed in annoyance but relented. "Fine. But if you come back in worse shape than the last time, don't expect any sympathy."

Dean smirked faintly. "Wouldn't dream of it."

With that, Dean and Sam left the bunker, leaving Julia frustrated but ultimately worried. She knew something was coming, something big, and Dean wasn't ready for it. None of them were.

After hours of tracking down leads, Sam and Dean finally uncovered that the First Blade had been taken by Cuthbert Sinclair, a rogue member of the Men of Letters who now went by the name Magnus. He had stolen the Blade years ago to add to his collection of supernatural artifacts, hiding himself away in a massive, enchanted mansion.

The brothers managed to locate Magnus and his mansion, and after a tense encounter, they were allowed inside. Magnus was charismatic, but there was a disturbing obsession with his "collection," which he proudly showed off. The First Blade was there, kept under glass like a trophy. But it wasn't long before things turned sour.

Magnus, fascinated by Dean and the Mark of Cain, decided that Dean would be his next prized addition. "You're unique, Dean. The Mark of Cain, that kind of power—it belongs in my collection." His voice was smooth, but his intentions were anything but.

Dean's hand itched, feeling the pull of the Mark as Magnus' words hit him. "I'm nobody's trophy," Dean growled.

Before they could react, Magnus used his magic to freeze Sam in place, leaving Dean to fight off his guards. In the chaos, Dean managed to break free and grab the First Blade. The moment his hand wrapped around the hilt, the Mark flared to life, surging through him with a dark, intoxicating power.

Magnus laughed. "You feel it, don't you? That's the power you were meant to wield."

Dean's grip on the Blade tightened, his vision narrowing as the world around him blurred. The Mark was taking over, pushing him toward violence, urging him to kill.

Sam, still trapped, called out, "Dean! Don't let it control you!"

But it was too late. Dean, consumed by the Mark's influence, swung the Blade with brutal force, decapitating Magnus in one swift motion. The room went silent, and Sam was freed from Magnus' spell, but Dean just stood there, breathing heavily, the Blade still in his hand.

Sam approached cautiously. "Dean, drop the Blade. It's over."

Dean's hand trembled as he struggled to release the weapon, his mind fighting against the overwhelming desire to keep holding it, to use it again.

Finally, with visible effort, he dropped the Blade to the ground, taking a step back as if he'd just come out of a trance. His eyes met Sam's, wide with shock and fear. "It... it felt right," Dean muttered, his voice thick with guilt. "Too right."

Before they could fully process what had happened, Crowley appeared in the room, his usual smug grin in place. "What a mess."

Dean glared at him. "Not now, Crowley."

Crowley's eyes flickered to the Blade on the ground. "I think now's the perfect time, actually." Without warning, Crowley snatched up the Blade, holding it out of reach. "Don't worry, boys. I'll take good care of this until we're ready to go after Abaddon. Can't have you losing your heads—literally—before the big showdown."

Sam stepped forward. "Crowley, give it back."

Crowley shook his head, wagging a finger. "Oh, I don't think so. Not until you've dealt with your little... Mark problem. Besides, I need to make sure you won't turn this on me. Can't have any accidents now, can we?"

Dean clenched his fists, but Sam held him back, knowing there was no use fighting Crowley right now.

Crowley smirked, twirling the Blade in his hand. "Find Abaddon, and I'll return it. Until then, it's mine."

With that, Crowley vanished, leaving the brothers standing in the aftermath of the fight.

Dean ran a hand over his face, the weight of everything pressing down on him. "I don't know if I can do this, Sam. The Mark... it's stronger than I thought."

Sam placed a hand on his brother's shoulder. "We'll figure it out. But right now, we need to focus on Abaddon. One step at a time."

Dean nodded, but the doubt remained in his eyes. The Mark of Cain wasn't just a burden; it was becoming a part of him. And the more he used the Blade, the harder it would be to fight its influence.

Back at the bunker, Julia was waiting anxiously, pacing the library when Sam and Dean returned. The moment Dean walked in, tired and still shaken, she rushed over to him, relief flooding her face. "You're back."

Dean, still worn down from the events with Magnus, managed a tired smile. "Yeah, I'm back."

Julia didn't hesitate, wrapping her arms around him in a quick hug. Startled, Dean froze for a moment before slowly hugging her back, still processing everything. Their usual banter hung in the air, but there was an unspoken understanding between them now—a closeness neither of them wanted to acknowledge just yet.

But for now, they had bigger problems.