#���which gives them a form of control over it and they can keep it subtle or undo it if he wants. which makes it easier)

[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

It means so much when you realize that Soma is o!Ciel’s first real friend.

When our earl was a little kid, he was sheltered due to his asthma, which prevented him to make genuine social connections beyond his familial ones.

Even with his brother by his side, there was still a sense of isolation, like the world around him, intentionally or not, kept pushing him to the side. He was present, but never quite part of things.

And then, after the tragedy, when he returns under his brother’s name, things become even more complicated. Elizabeth still loves him deeply and tends to him with all the care in the world, but she doesn’t realize he isn’t truly Ciel. That unspoken truth becomes an invisible barrier between them.

Even in her affection, he’s alone, carrying a secret that keeps him at a distance from the only people left who still care for him.

Then there are the servants, utterly loyal, unwavering in their devotion. Their respect for our earl goes above and beyond, but it isn’t friendship. Their bond is bound by the roles they play. They serve him not out of companionship, but because they feel indebted to him—because they owe him their lives. That sense of duty creates another kind of distance.

But Prince Soma is a different case, he was a wildcard in o!Ciel's life. He didn’t tiptoe around the earl’s walls; he barged right through them. Uninvited and unstoppable, Soma didn’t just enter o!Ciel’s home, he settled in, pulling him into a rhythm that felt disarmingly normal.

He annoyed his way into o!Ciel's life, treating him like the kid he was, falling into playfull rythms and a routine that contrasted o!Ciel's usual darkness.

In a life shaped by shadows, Soma became a burst of color the earl never saw coming.

Soma doesn't owe o!Ciel his life, he didn't stick by because of his title or name either. He simply befriended the earl because o!Ciel challenged him, inspired him, gave him a different lens through which to see the world.

Through their clashes and contrasts, Soma grew, not because he was forced to, but because their dynamic naturally pushed him to mature.

The prince is probably the first person in o!Ciel's entire life that considered him a friend, a best friend. Our earl, once a quiet, sheltered boy, so unsure of his own worth that he felt the need to live behind someone else’s name, somehow gained a friend simply by being himself.

No masks, no manipulation, just the reluctant honesty that came from being seen and chosen anyway.

o!Ciel could be harsh, distant, even cruel: pushing people away again and again. But Soma didn’t give up. He kept showing up, kept breaking through the walls, because he saw who o!Ciel truly was beneath it all, and he genuinely cared.

And what makes this so soft is how the earl grew so accustomed to the prince's antics.

He got used to playing games with him the way friends do: competitive, yet always teasing and playful.

He got used to getting embraced (even though he despises physical touch, he slowly accepted and allowed this affection from the prince.)

It's so important to highlight the safety he feels around Soma, even when he's all over his personal space. The prince isn't just anybody anymore, he became someone the earl grew familiar and comfortable around.

That kind of vulnerability isn’t in his nature. But beneath the pride and distance, there’s a quiet care that runs deep. It’s subtle and unspoken, born from a platonic bond that means more than words can express.

Before Soma, o!Ciel had never truly known what it meant to have a friend of his own.

And that’s why the fact that r!Ciel deliberately jeopardized that friendship, by killing Agni and making Soma believe it was our earl’s doing, showing us how this act was made to knock o!Ciel off his feet and shake the fragile bonds he’d built.

r!Ciel’s possessiveness over our earl runs deeper than mere jealousy, it’s rooted in an intense, almost pathological need for control. It’s as if he can’t tolerate the idea of o!Ciel forming bonds outside of himself, because those connections threaten his fragile sense of identity and power.

But I’m sure that if Soma could weather o!Ciel’s calculated, harsh, and sometimes manipulative moments, he’ll still find a way to come around, and stand by his best friend.

For true friendship is not the absence of flaws, but the quiet courage to remain, even when shadows fall.

[cybermannete]

I know I requested something already with Teddy but I thought of something maybe interesting with Freddy our beloved Yeti~🥰 At this point you can see I love big men, muscular or fat or both I don't mind😏. Point is, it's that my boy doesn't get enough love so if could help with a scenario please?

Both Freddy and reader have not been subtle with what they want. They have been shameless flirting with eachother for a while getting more and more sensual each time and with light yet knowing touchs. And this time it was about to hit the breaking point as Freddy gets close about to kiss them but is gets interrupted by Bev and Koa as Bev needs help with something. Frustrated on both end by being 'cock-blocked' but Freddy puts on a smile and goes to help them. Telling reader that's they'll finishing talk tomorrow or later and before he fully leaves reader decides they teasingly lick the popsicle she was eating while they were talking early with a knowing look. Making him flush and growl softly and looking at her with a feral grin as she knows she's in trouble next time.

When it happens, it's not super fast, but there no point in beating around the bush of what they want. It passionate, loving, soft Dom- Freddy, not a brat but definitely teases an regrets it later- reader, multiple creampies or just multiple orgasm in general, growls and biting [giving and receiving because I know he would definitely be into that~🥰😏], like soft degradation but it's more of playfully then anything, a little on the more feral side of things but still in control...or trying to be~.

But in the end it's very cuddle and sweet, peppered kisses, after care and sweet nothings in their ears and just cuddled into his chest or being spooned.

Again you don't have to do this I know I did an ask already but I loved how you wright these characters and I needed more. Your amazing and keep up the amazing work an take break when you can, ok~

here we go :)

contains: build up to smut, teasing, yearning, constantly getting interrupted, a lot of build up tension, made this nice and long for you anon <3

im also going through grief because my most recent DE session, mitchell linn REJECTED me even though we shared a beautiful passionate night together. FUCK that guy

"I'm just sayin', there's no shame in ordering food in." Freddy spoke to you as you sat on the edge of the counter, listening in on Freddy talking. Luckily with the heatwave outside, Freddy's ice cold hulking form provided you some kind of nice cool breeze. "Sometimes we have those days where you just don't wanna get up and make somethin'!"

You sigh, a popsicle in your hands. A blue raspberry flavored one. "Yeah, but I feel bad for spending almost twenty bucks on it.. a lot of it goes to the tip. Which of course, I'm not not gonna tip someone. That's their entire income." You explain, your lips wrapping around the icy treat as the flavor hit your tongue.

Freddy hummed, patting your back. You noticed how his clawed hands lingered on your lower back, where your tank top ever so slightly raised above the waistband of your shorts. Right where your skin was. You breathe a sigh and gaze up at him as your lips stay latched on the popsicle. Freddy noticed, of course. how couldn't he? Your pretty lips working on the tip of that popsicle, the little suckling noises leaving you. It. Was. Perfect to him. He tried not to growl deep in his chest. But he let a friendly smile come on his lips as he rubbed your back. "Well, if you ever feel like hungry, you know Freddy'll take care of ya, yeah?" He chuckled a bit. You noticed that teasing glint in his eyes.

Your eager eyes meet his, and you didn't fight against the smirk that came on your lips. "I know you will." You breathe, your voice lowering a bit. "You always know just what I need.."

Freddy chuckled, his chuckle slowly droning into a groan that settled in the back of his throat. "And all I really need.. is you." He murmured, leaning over you on the counter. His whole thigh could easily burrow in between your legs. If there is a God you were thanking him for your size kink. He leaned in, his ice cold breath hitting your face as you leaned in with him as well.. A good makeout session on the counter? Oh.. hell yeah. You close your eyes, and then-

"Freddy!" Bev's voice rang through the kitchen, causing you and Freddy to pull apart with a startled gasp from the both of you. Your face was red, and Freddy's face contorted with politeness.. with just a hint of frustration in his grimaced smile.

"Hey, Bev. Everythin' alright?" Freddy asked, doing his best to stay contained and trying not to ask Bev to leave you two alone so he could bend your pretty ass over the counter and-

"I ran outta lemons and limes for my drinks.. mind giving me a hand with that?" Bev asked with a soft smile. Bev was a sweetheart, and you couldn't get mad at her for cockblocking.

Freddy looked at you, before looking over to Bev. He gave a toothy smile, "Absolutely, Bev. Be there in a second." Bev gave him a smile a thumbs up, making her way back over to her little bar area. Freddy took a deep breath and turned back to look at you perched on the counter. You were so perfect, it hurt him. "You don't mind if I go help Bev, right?"

You shook your head, giving a sweet smile. "I don't mind at all." You say, sitting up a bit as you took another lick of your popsicle, totally not on purpose to try and distract him. And it was working. Freddy's eyes lost some of that warm kindness, and was now replaced with a hunger that would not go away. Like some kind of animal in heat.

Freddy finally growls, and damn did it send a sweet hot wave down to in between your legs. He leans in and whispers to you. ".. You're getting it later." He chuckles, pressing a light kiss to your lips before backing away from the counter and heading over to where Bev's bar was. You were in so much trouble..

"F-Fuckk.. ohhh.." Freddy groaned, filling you to the brim with his hot load for the third time that nice. You shuddered, your arms draped lazily over his shoulders as your entire body was on the verge of collapse. Luckily, his strong arms held you up.

When Freddy wanted you, he wasted no time in getting you. With a throbbing cock and deep rumbles in his chest, he manhandled you but managed to stay so sweet and gentle. But the way he fucked you was just disrespectful.

Pushed up against the edge of the counter, one of your legs hooked around his hips, keeping him locked in deep inside of you. He felt like he could cum just from shoving himself inside. No matter how many times you two would fuck, you will never really fully adjust to his size. And he will never fully adjust to just how small you were against him.

"Not.. not enough.." He hissed. "Not enough.." He grabs your hips, going back to his pistoning of his form, allowing himself to fuck the cum back into you. Every drop he wanted inside of you. Even if it he had to plug you full himself, that cum was staying in you. No exceptions. He could tell just how tired you were, yet you managed to stay levelheaded enough to sink your teeth into the cold flesh of his shoulder, which made him growl and lightly shake. "Yeah, you wanna bite me?" He asked, before he retaliated with a harsh bite into your own shoulder. A squeal and a babble left your throat, the burning pain turning into bubbling pleasure that added onto the impending orgasm of yours.

"Look at you, a little pathetic whimpering mess under me.." He chuckled, pushing up your thighs to hold your legs above your leg. Your legs were numb. Honestly? Your entire body was numb.. Your eyes couldn't stay open, and you sure as hell could not keep your mouth shut with moans and babbling. How could you with a massive cock destroying your insides? "I'm gonna cum again, can you handle one more for me?" He asked softly to you, his head lightly cocked to the side. "Please?"

Did you nod? You couldn't remember. Nor did you keep track.

Freddy shut his eyes, his cock twitching again on the inside of your gummy walls. He trembled, his groans growing into growls and snarls. He had to grab something- He mentally apologized to Cabrizzio.. His hands reached up above his head where the cabinets were, and his claws dug into the wood of the counter as his orgasm tore his body apart. He shut his eyes tight, more snarls leaving his mouth as you were filled once more..

"... I think you need new cabinets.."

[bewitched-hours]

Why is it always Yan!( Character) Or Yan!( Ship)

NO I wanna be Yandere!

Therefore I request Yan! Ghost Reader x Noob( yep I'm building off of my request)

But is it alright if it's not too dark, like there are traits and some features of a Yandere but it's not like reader's down right toxic and not good for noob. Idk man I love Yan fics but when it's too much it puts me off.

Noob get your ghost wife she's about to strangle two time for the nth time-

OH???? A LITTLE SWITCH UP???? FOR LIL' OLD ME??? Is it christmas-? Also, yeah, I get it. I try to make my version of yanderes more watered down in a sense where it's a bit dark but not off-putting, ya know?

Reader gets She/Her again~

How long has been been now? You didn't care.

You were head over heels for your favourite little survivor and as if sensing your desperation, the Spectre allowed you a deal.

A physical form for all the memories of your life before its realm. You accepted it without thinking and now waited for your beloved in a form that resembled the one you had as a ghost but with a lot more colour to you and no more transparency.

To say Noob was surprised would be an understatement... Especially with how you practically jumped at him.

But how could he blame you when you're head over heels for his cute face? Not that he'd know.

You were even given the abilities and title of a sentinel soon after, surprising the other survivors as you proudly declared yourself to be the ghost that's been haunting them.

Although... You did assure them that they had Noob to thank for your friendliness. He wasn't too happy about being the center of attention but he didn't protest after you shut him up with a quick kiss. It was simply adorable just like him!

You weren't even trying to hide your favouritism everyone pretty much accepted you were just warped by Spectre knows how many years of being stuck in this hell and Noob just so happened to be the unfortunate soul to become the target of your affection.

Sure, you grew to warm up to the other survivors and help them out but even so you spent most of your time by Noob's side like a lost puppy. It was honestly kinda adorable, if not for the way your obsession with him grew deeper and deeper.

He noticed it of course, but he wasn't sure how to bring it up. He loved you back, that much was clear, but he also knew he had to put a line in the sand to make sure you kept a grip on your... Tendencies...

To start off, he had to give you a gentle kiss to make sure you were fully fixated on him. It also acted as a confession of sorts which threw you off and you didn't really know what to do.

"Listen, it's- it's not that I don't like you too but... I just want to make sure this new side of yours doesn't ruin it." You were a little surprised but made sure to listen and didn't interrupt him. You could tell this was important and it was touching that he cared enough to discuss a way for the relationship to work. How does he always find ways to make you love him more...?

"I need to be sure that you have whatever this is under control so I want to find ways to help you stay sane. If you feel jealous or any urges to feel negative because of me or the others, come to me and we can talk about it. If you feel like you need to steal anything of mine, we can talk about it." It went on like that for a bit, though you never even dared to think about not taking him seriously.

Despite what he appeared usually, you knew Noob was someone who delivered on promises and he made sure you knew that while he loved you a lot, he is not staying in a relationship that'll isolate him or creep him out. And you were determined to not force that on him.

True to your mutual promise, you'd go to him whenever that darker part of your brain began whispering those tempting thoughts of what you could do to keep him to yourself. He eventually came to learn how to tell your obsessive moods from your regular negative ones through subtle cues and even when you wouldn't even realize it, Noob would take you aside and reassure you that no one could take him away from you.

You were his... He was yours...

Even if the Spectre wasn't all too happy but it wasn't like your memories hadn't tasted good enough for it to allow this.

You can put your worries to rest... Home is here...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[merbear25]

Hi. How are you? Can you please write a fic, Zoro x Fem Reader, where Zoro loves reader but doesn’t know/get that he’s in love. He’d do anything for her but he wonders if it’s love or what? Thank you so much. You’re amazing 💕

Hello! I'm hanging in there and hope you're doing well, too. Thank you for sending in a request. I hope you like it, lovely 💜💜

You were his friend, nothing more. He gave you a helping hand every now and then just like he did with the others. Giving you advice for combat was something he would give any of his friends. So what was it about you that got his heart racing and his palm sweaty? Brushing it off wasn’t doing any good, further piquing his curiosity.

CW: SFW, fem!reader, fluff, slow burn, mention of combat training, confession

The kind of love that sneaks up on you (Zoro)

In a world where only the strongest seemed to thrive, you were left no choice but to learn how to properly defend yourself. You were finding yourself in sticky situations more and more often, and despite Zoro always being there to save you, deep down the fear that one day he wouldn’t be able to grew. Guilt festered as you felt more like a burden. Even though no one made you feel like you were, you were clearly weaker than the rest. However, that was something you were determined to change.

One-on-one sessions with Zoro were spent working on your reflexes and general combat skills. It wasn’t necessary for you to become the strongest; merely keeping your head afloat and learning to use your enemies' advantages against them were skills you had set out to exercise.

“You gotta keep your eyes on me. Don’t look away.” The next swing he delivered was swift yet controlled, testing how good your intuition was.

Each move from him was countered with more confidence than the last. You nodded at his advice, keeping your head held high and not allowing yourself to stay cowering in the shadows anymore.

Zoro’s expression was stern, serious, and each push he gave you was carried out from a place of care, for letting you off “easy” would be an insult to your abilities. He believed in you, and your progress never went unnoticed.

Panting from exertion, you had reached your limit. The subtle shift in his demeanor was followed by him retracting his next move. He sighed, “Let’s stop here for today.”

“What? Why? I can keep going!”

“It’s not weak to know your limits.” Wisdom was a quality of his that was often overlooked. Swallowing the tough pill, you knew arguing would be useless.

Watching your inner conflict was something that felt all too familiar. There was a tightness keeping his heart from beating freely as you stood there looking defeated. His mouth went dry and his gulps felt like wet cement caught in his throat. 

There’s no point in sulking was what he wanted to say, but he hesitated. It was true, so why couldn’t he form the words? They’d hurt you, perhaps deep down he knew that. However, you were sensible enough not to take it personally… weren’t you? The thought of bringing you to tears kept him locked in place. This uncertainty of how to approach you would settle on his chest every now and then, unexplainable and popping up at the oddest times.

“You should get cleaned up.” When your eyes met his once more, his breaths grew uneven. “You look a bit sweaty and would probably be more comfortable if you changed.” The subtle touch to your hair as you averted your gaze caused his cheeks to burn red. 

Should I have mentioned she looks sweaty? He mulled over the awkwardness now dispersing through the air when you left the room. The room felt hot all of the sudden. His brow furrowed and he crossed his arms in irritation. Images of you were there in his mind’s eye: your eagerness to improve, the devotion and passion that were evident when you fought, and that refusal to be forced into a box just because you were a woman. 

Such traits were admirable and honorable, parts of you which sent his heart racing in an uncontrollable state that not even meditation could calm sometimes. When you weren’t with him, he went looking for you, and when you were, he didn’t want you to leave. 

Did you feel the same? He wondered. Such a question made him antsy with anticipation. Uncertainty never deterred him from pushing forward in the past, but you were different. The reason why wasn’t clear, you just were.

A long slightly agitated sigh left him. Irritation not tied to you specifically but to the emotional state he found himself in. Pulling, tugging, grasping: he could feel the discomfort clawing away at him. His fingers dug into his biceps while he fought off the meddlesome thoughts to confront you in vain. Shaking slightly, he couldn’t take it. 

Without a plan, his feet carried him to you, which left him at loss for words when you turned towards him. The face that kept him in a chokehold was washed with concern given he appeared to be hyperventilating.

“Are you alright?” Gentle, caring, selfless: you had no idea how much your tone affected him.

“Yeah, I just came here to say…” A fear he never thought would trouble his life reared its ugly head time and time again. “That I hope our last training session wasn’t too much for you.”

“Is that really all you wanted to tell me?”

The pounding in his chest was nearly agonizing, but what was he to do? Ignoring the way he felt about you was only making this pain worse, taking the plunge into the unknown seemed like the only option to lift this weight off his shoulders.

“No, but I’m not sure how to articulate this exactly.” He gestured to the state of him—riddled with nerves that were beyond his understanding. There was no explanation needed, though.

“I know how you feel.” Your smile gave away your own struggle with trying to comprehend how he affected you. “It’s kind of scary,” you added with a chuckle.

“It’s… yeah, scary,” he breathed. A flush of red spread across his face when you stepped closer. Your eyes held such a depth of emotion towards him. His heart began racing again, but this time was different. Instead of uncertainty, elation pounded against his chest. When you wrapped your arms around him, the hesitation from him wasn’t out of figuring out what he should do, but instead disbelief.

Fear had never left him shaken before. Knowing that you not only understood but also returned his feelings made that unease deep within fade, and the longer you held onto each other, the more he distanced himself from it.

[admirationandromantics]

Computer Assembling

The photo mentioned is the first one on the three-photo preview on the top. Fucking hell. I swear to god, you guys are going to be the death of me when writing cause ugh, this just flew and flew and flew! I don't have time to write like this, but can't help it when you make the exact scenarios I've been imagining myself. Holy shit, well, read the request and you'll get a good idea of what's about to happen. Ps, added some lovely smut in this, so enjoy <3

Word count: 2,4k (Unedited)

h a i . . . :3 sent u a photo in your inbox to go along with this little request/thot thinking about Chris lowkey being into building computers and he's wearing THAT outfit i sent you and his build looks like that too and maybe the relationship is like you guys are hanging out for maybe the 4-5th time ever and you're just sitting there staring and drooling and not being subtle at all and he's just stuttering and trying not to literally fuck you right then and there while you two are in his room while he builds his new pc build.. oh my god.. i really need nerdy, beefy chris today and your writing always fuels me 🫶😇 -@nerd-space

I can’t help staring at his arms, his sweater rolled up over them, making the lower half partially visible. I wonder what’s underneath the rest of it…

“Can you hand me that star-formed screw?” he asks, reaching out his hand for me to give him. I look around the floor, different bags of screws, corks, plastic and tools. I take some screws with crosses and hand them to him. He takes a quick look to see that they’re correct, before starting to spin them into the metal. I watch intently, his fingers working their magic, no detail too small. Being precise and delicate as he keeps going. Veins forming on his hands as he tightens the screws. 

He shifts, noticing my stare. I can’t control it, therefore I have to force my hand upwards, closing my mouth and turning my head. I bet he’d kick me out for the nasty thoughts I’m having. 

“So” he starts, coughing a little. “Think we can get this done in one night?” 

“I know something we can” 

“What?” 

Shit, I said that out loud. I stutter, trying to find something remotely similar which doesn’t sound as suggestive. 

“I know we can” I quickly rescue myself, and he gives a silent nod, dragging the metalwork on his lap, hiding the view I’m so shamelessly taking advantage of. I sigh, turning back to the equipment. We weren’t far away now, just one board and a little assembling left. I enjoy watching it, not just because of him, but because it looks just like lego. I bet if I bought a set, he’d build it with me. Another reason to watch his hands work, his muscles tense and veins popping. 

His room is cozy. Blinds are open, but the outside is dark. It’s nighttime after all. A lot can still happen before dawn. His walls are full of posters and pictures, his old gaming setup on the desk, as well as a semi-large bed. Around a queen-size one. I take another breath, thighs pressing together to stop my thoughts from wandering. 

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, cheeks a bit flushed. Is it hot in here? 

“Um, yeah. Just you know”

“What?” 

“Nothing, I’ve just never been in your room before” 

“First time for everything, right?” He laughs a little, and I smile. His hand wanders up to his face, rearranging his glasses, pushing them back. God, if he only took them off, if he did and threw that piece of machinery on the floor and just took me hard right now on the-

“But yeah, none of the others have been here yet” he explains, waving to the room. I nod, looking around once again. The urge to look through his stuff is exhausting. I can’t help myself. 

“Mind if I check your drawers?” I ask, already standing up. He smiles, nodding along and holds his hand out. 

“Be my guest” 

I firstly walk to his desk, opening the first drawer and being met with a couple of game cards, coins and some paper and pens. All of them seem to be minecraft coordinates, remembering where different structures are and other people’s bases. 

“Didn’t take you for a Minecraft sweat–gamer” I joke, looking through the notes. 

“Well, when you’re playing with Josh, you kinda have to” 

“I see” 

I move to the other drawer, bending forward a little since it’s lower. Maybe a bit on purpose? He won’t notice either way. This one is full of candy wrappers, every colour just laying there. I dig through it, finding a small notebook on the bottom. 

“You know there’s something called a garbage bin?” 

“And you know there’s something called privacy?” 

“You said it was fine!” 

“Yeah, yeah” 

I open the book, seeing a couple of old drawings and doodles. Some of them are only scribbles. On one page is Ashley’s name, and my heart falls a bit. This was three years ago. It still doesn’t matter, we all know how down bad he was for her. I sigh silently, closing the book and putting it back. 

I figure that’s it, I’ll stop snooping now. I turn around, seeing him on the chair, screws still in hand as he works intently. I sit down on the bed, right over him, watching as he tightens them, arm flexing in the process. The curvature of his muscles as they reach all the way back behind his sweater. 

Jeez, I need to stop myself, I sound desperate. Desperately horny to be honest, but who wouldn’t be? He’s sitting there, with his arms bare, working his magic right beside me. Glasses on, pants unfortunately on, muscles tensing and a sweet blush on his face. His adorable glasses and messy hair. He said he got out of the shower right before I came. I feel hot, and it’s definitely not okay. What if he still likes Ashley? What if he sees me as just a friend, nothing more? I don’t want to ruin this. 

“Um, y-you’re turning quite red, are you alright?” he suddenly says, a worried look in his eyes as he looks down at me. I pull myself from my trance, chest heaving as I try to steady my pulse- 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking” 

“About what?” He watches as my eyes linger over his arms once again, breathing getting uneven and my thighs pressing together. I have no shame, damnit. 

“Y-you know” 

“Care to elaborate on that?” He laughs a little, gazing over, taking in every inch of me. Am I that obvious? Was this top way too low-cut, because I’ve seen him staring a couple of times. 

“About why you’re staring down my chest” I blurt out, being too forward. Shit. His face gets completely red, hands working in a rush as his attention goes back to the project. He sighs, head leaning back as he collects himself. 

“You can’t expect me not to look when you’re dressed like that” 

“Hartley, are you calling me easy?” 

“Hey, I’ve seen how you’ve looked at me for the last hours” 

The room turns silent, my mouth open to say something back, but I don’t manage. He’s stopped working on the computer, arms stiff and eyes shocked, as if he can’t believe he caught me. Shit, he actually caught me. I’ve been so careful, at least as much as I could. We both stare at one another, and I feel my pulse go up again, heart beating faster and breathing quickening. Fucking hell, why is he staring at me like this? I look him up and down, the computer still being in his lap. 

“I-I um” I start, but can’t finish. A small smile creeps up on his lips as his attention goes back to the project as if nothing happened. I look up confused, wondering what just happened. 

“If my bare arms has that effect on you, you could’ve just told me” he laughs a bit, fastening the frame. 

“What, no, that’s not-”

“I mean, I can take off the whole thing if that’d make you pay attention, but I think it wouldn’t work” 

“Hey, I wasn’t-”

“But you can sit there drooling over my fucking fingers without me thinking about how you’d handle it” 

“What, handle what?” 

He puts the tools down, moving the computer off his lap and walking over. Just then, I notice his large bulge underneath his pants. The thought alone makes my face blush, all the ways I’ve imagined him coming back to haunt me. 

He leans over, and before I can process what’s happening, his lips are on mine, arms on either side of me on the bed. I melt into it, hands going up around his neck, pulling him closer. I lean down, dragging him with and letting him tower over me, even if we’re laying horizontally. His fingers move to grope my thigh, roughly kneading as he bites my lips. I can’t help the moan that escapes my cords, getting swallowed by him as he moves lower and looks up at me. 

“You really can’t keep testing my limits like this”

“What if I do?” 

“Then I can’t be held responsible for what I do next” 

“And what’ll that be?” 

“You’re about to find out” 

His lips leave kisses and bites all over my neck, sucking until he finds the spot making me scream. His hand immediately goes to cover my mouth, smiling as he stops for a bit. 

“Thin walls, I’ve got neighbours, contain yourself”

“Easy for you to say” 

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to fuck the life out of you for the last few hours?” 

“N-no” I stammer, his hands moving under my shirt, groping my breasts. 

“So much I already had a trip to the bathroom, and you got me all going again as I came back” 

“So, you’ve already tried to take care of yourself” 

“You make it difficult” he smirks, dragging my top off. 

“Well, we have to do something about that” 

“You bet I am” 

He takes hold of my already unbuttoned pants, dragging them off with ease, and watching in hunger as my breast jiggles from the movement. I gasp at the cold air, feeling it especially on my soaked panties. He doesn’t waste time, unbuttoning his pants and dragging off the white, thin sweater, letting me see his muscular build. I reach up to him, feeling every curve of each muscle until he gets impatient and throws me down on the sheets. 

“Again, we’re not testing my limits tonight, they’ve already been crossed” 

I snicker, feeling him cage me with his arms as he kisses my lips. I carefully take off his glasses, placing them on the nightstand. His face is flushed, chest heaving as he breathes, but I don’t blame him. I probably look worse. He kisses down my stomach, stopping by my thighs to suck them dry. I moan loudly, forgetting about the walls and neighbours. They would have to deal with it. He leaves red and blue marks all over, several times causing me to slam my legs shut. He doesn’t get hurt though, his big strong arms keeping them apart easily before moving to my heat. His fingers trace over the wet fabric, and he hums to himself when feeling it. When feeling me. I whine from the tender contact, the touch too weak to do anything about my craving. He stands up, taking fully off his pants and boxers. I do the same, wanting him so incredibly bad, right now. I’ve waited for him long enough. I pull off my panties, unhooking my bra and throwing it off. He stands there mesmerized by the sight, but I don’t let him take it in. 

“Gaze while we fuck, I need you now” I whisper, taking his hand and dragging him over me again. 

“As you wish ma’am” 

He leans over me, letting his length coat itself in my juices. I’m so ready for him, even though I didn’t get the time to see how big he is, I need him right now inside me. 

“Are you sure you can take it?” he whispers teasingly, making my tension build up. 

“Chris, I swear to god I’ll do it myself if you don’t-”

I give a loud moan as he pushes himself completely in, filling me too much, way over the brim. He gropes my thigh, lifting my leg to get him even further, almost reaching my cervix. I whine, the pain and pleasure merging together and starting to build in my stomach. 

“You know, there’s something so satisfying about shutting you up” 

“So this is how confident and cocky you get when you understand that someone likes you?” 

“Maybe”

“Do I need to remind you of the time you saw me in that short skirt-”

I moan loudly again as he pushes out and completely in again. That time, his face was flustered the whole night. I even got a comment from both Mike and Josh, which made him look over more often, watching intently the whole night. 

“If you keep reminding me of stuff like that, we’ll stay here until dawn” 

“I wouldn’t mind that” 

He starts moving, each thrust earring whimpers and moans from us both, filling the room with our voices and sloppy slapping. His hand eventually finds its way down to my clit, rubbing soft circles in rhythm with his movements. My arms go to his back and neck, pulling him down and meeting my lips with his, my nails scratching from the heavy stimulation. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s doing it well, the knot in my stomach steadily building up as he keeps going. 

“Switch” I whisper, and he obliges, turning us around and letting me straddle him. I start moving immediately, chasing my orgasm as he whimpers and groans. I jump up and down, my thighs doing most of the work. He notices quickly, and his arms go to my ass, groping harshly and moving me. The position makes him reach a new angle deep inside, making the pleasure unbearable. I’m so incredibly close, I just need a little more time. I start feeling hotter, sweat appearing on my forehead as I keep up the sloppy rhythm, letting my breasts jiggle in front of him. 

I start grinding a bit when I go down, letting our pelvises touch, and giving me that extra stimulation on my clit. This takes over me, making me go over the edge, tightening around him. I keep going, riding out my high on top of him as he jumps me up and down. He gives one last slam, pressing me deep on him and spilling inside me. Thank god I’m on the pill. 

I collapse on top of him, pulse skyrocketing and chest heaving. We’re both sweaty and flustered, breathing in sync as his hand comes to caress my back. I hum into his neck, kissing him softly. 

“So, I think you might have a thing for me” he smiles, fingers going to tangle in my hair. 

“You don’t say” 

“I’m not complaining”

“You better not” I laugh, capturing his lips on mine yet again. “Should we finish that computer?” 

“You don’t want to see what else these hands can do?” 

“I’m not saying no to that”

[guided-by-the-skies]

Where shadow work glitches and how to fix, by pluto house

another post in the meanwhile because i got bored...

... next after this will be the one you guys chose on the poll! thanks to everyone who answered, means a lot to me :)

Ok, so your pluto sign may be pretty nuch the same as everyone else in your generation, but even if there isn't much diversity in pluto signs, there is definitely diversity in pluto houses

pluto is the planet of the shadow and all that we are unconscious of. however this will have it's own specific vibe or colour depending on house. shadow work and making this stuff conscious (so it does not control you!) is way harder than it needs to be because unfortunately our modern lifestyle is totally screwed up and has disrupted our ability to introspect spiritually or embark on any form of personal development. so what are your common pitfalls/your achilles heel based on the house your pluto is in? and how can you transform it into something positive?

HOW IT WORKS - by house - YOUR SHADOW WORK GLITCH OR MOST LIKELY PROBLEM | followed by - HOW YOU CAN REFRAME IT OR TRANSFORM IT INTO A POSITIVE

🌌 pluto in 1st house - over intellectualising it. transform into: you have an amazing capacity to build struggles into a new identity ans grow from the difficult things which have happened to you.

🌌 2nd house pluto - being too hampered down by what people may think of you. transform it into: noticing projection and reflection, a powerful ability to influence those around you for the better

🌌 3rd house pluto - talk and no action, blurting things out, need to concentrate on thought before action. transform it into: an incredible ability to 'read between the lines' and subtly work out how to say the right thing in ANY situation

🌌 pluto in 4th house - childhood baggage. transform it into: an ability to break patterns not just for yourself but for other people. you have the ability to be a good influence to those around you - not by giving too much of yourself, but naturally, by your energy.

🌌 pluto in 5th house - being ruled by your emotions to the point of them becoming unbearable. transform it into: an ability to use your darkest emotions as a powerful drive for good. basically, they can fuel you, as opposed to controlling you.

🌌 6th house pluto - somaticising emotions so you don't know what you feel. transform it into: being able to reconnect with your body, strengthening energetic boundaries, and a strong ability to sense energy and understand how to use your 'gut feeling'

🌌 7th house pluto - 'one true problem' / magic bullet fallacy. you keep searching for the one thing that will helpp, without knowing the answer may lie on multiple places. transform it into: powerful focus and dedication, yet without losing yourself in one goal. an ability to follow any resolution you set yourself through to the end

🌌 8th house pluto - expecting immediate results and ignoring small changes. you guys are INTENSE. when results from shadow work are not similarly intense, you may feel as if mothing has happened. transform it into: an ability to notice and draw from the snall and subtle changes, getting as much potential from them as possible

🌌 9th house pluto - getting too into it. sounds weird because it can be hard to confront your shadow. but the intellectual stimulation shadow work gives you can often mean you may start identifying with it. transform it into: an ability to share your bravery with others. you don't have to become the therapist friend, but you can definitely help thise who are less confident at confronting themselves

🌌 pluto in 10th house - focusing on achievement and results, not your feelings. transform it into: setting emotional goals, an ability to master your emotions without suppressing them, a real skill that will support you through many situations

🌌 pluto in 11th house - lacking a sense of self before you start. transform it into: a genuine opportunity to find your trye self without the need yo create a mask or have a persona you show to the world, in the shadiw work process uou have the ability to synthesise both the desired and less desired parts of yourself into a complete whole

🌌 12th house pluto - not knowing what shadow work looks like or means for you. transform it into: a genuine opportunity to be totally OBJECTIVE with yourself, seeing what you TRULY need and not what you want to see

this is part of a series on 'how to shadow work in the modern world'. over the past 100 years humanity has gone through immense social changes, and not all of these are aligned with human nature spiritually. thus, we experience more blocks, life seems harder, and shadow work encounters more blockages.

hopefully these posts can give a hint as to how to realign. as with everything, take what resonates, leave the rest. for the post masterlist, see here.

[little-piece-of-tamlin]

the title of this word doc is "i will write kaebedo even if it kills me". this is a win. enjoy 942 words of my stubbornness and kaeya being a lab rat and catching feelings

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“Can you create them in a specific size?”

“Depends. How complicated do you want it?”

“Just give me a cube. Two inch by two inch by two inch.”

Kaeya focuses on his vision, and cold travels up his veins as a two cubic inch icecube forms in his hand. It’s not a rapid summon, but it doesn’t have to be. It takes maybe five seconds.

He knows Albedo times it. Knows he writes down if its an even formation, or if it starts quick and slows down. He knows he will take the cube and measure it to see if it’s really two inches, to see how smooth it is, to see if the angles are right.

Cool, dry fingers brush against his palm as Albedo picks the cube up, holds it to a tape measure, and then one of those angular rulers, all the while scratching away in his notebook. Kaeya keeps the icicle from melting in his touch.

“Okay. Can you make me a sphere?”

“Of course.  Any requests on size?”

“Two inch diameter.”

“Coming right up.”

What Albedo asks of him is simple. To use his vision, to be precise, to be controlled. Small things, easy things. He tells him to keep the ice from melting as he places it in a flask above a burner. He tells him to shape it after it’s been summoned. He makes Kaeya use techniques he’s used for years, techniques that are like muscle memory to him.

What Albedo asks of him is so, so very difficult. He dissects Kaeya’s power with painless precision. There is a voice in Kaeya’s head, the one that has always sounded the most like himself, that is warning him of all the ways he is letting his walls down. Albedo learns the melting point of his ice, the force needed for it to shatter, its shapes and how quickly he summons it, and Kaeya imagines him thrusting his sword though his wall of ice with just the right amount of force and at just the right angle, sheating his blade in his heart. Night after night, he sits in the alchemist’s laboratory, creating ice until his fingers go red and start aching.

His chest feels blood-warm as Albedo stops and brings out a little flat pouch made of thin leather, and he places it in his hands and bends his fingers over it and tells him, press here. And there is something in it that feels like a coin, a thin circle of bent metal and as Kaeya presses onto it the bend snaps to the other side, and suddenly the pouch is warm.

“It’s a sodium acetate solution. Salt and vinegar.” Albedo keeps his fingers folded over his. “It’s so saturated that after it cools down, the smallest amount of energy will start the crystallizatin process. As it turns from liquid to solid form, it releases heat, serving as an effective and reusable warming pouch. I’ve been thinking about giving some to the adventurers at Dragonspine, but it’s not as good as warming bottles.

His voice is even, but the quick rhythm of his words betray his enthusiasm. Kaeya’s chest is warm like a bed filled by two people, and he finds himself smiling at the man.

“Seems like even geniuses run out of big ideas once in a while. Don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.”

Albedo blinks up at him. “Just because a discovery isn’t universally useful doesn’t mean it is a lesser discovery. The principal of science is that no knowledge is wasted. Every experiment that might seem useless at first could be the final piece of a grand puzzle.” He steps away, but Kaeya catches his fingers in his before he could go far.

There is a question in the subtle arch of Albedo’s eyebrow, but Kaeya finds no words to answer it with. He asks his own question instead. “Which ones do you like more? The big discoveries or the small ones?”

The man ducks his head, gaze growing unfocused as he considers it. Kaeya wants to reach out and move those messy blonde bangs away from Albedo’s eyes, but that would mean letting go of his hand. He thinks about getting him some hairpins, but then remembers the dozen Albedo keeps in a drawer and never uses.

The alchemist turns their hands over. Now Kaeya’s is covering his. “Neither, I suppose. I like it best when a lot of small results end up making a bigger picture.  It’s... satisfying, to be able to piece it together.”

It’s a Thursday night, a date that’s been cemented into their schedules lately alongside the breakfast on Monday, the afternoon coffe on Wednesdays, and every second day of Albedo’s return from his mountain laboratory when they take Klee out on a hike. Kaeya will spend the evening on Friday at Angel’s Share, getting patrons drunk and making them spill their secrets, but he won’t stay too long so that he can pick up a fresh blackberry tart in the morning on Saturday to bring Albedo for their next experiment appointment.

He’s... not had this varied of a schedule for years. He is busier than ever, but finds that he doesn’t really mind.

“I suppose it is.” He looks up at Albedo, taking the opportunity while he has it, before they both end up standing and Albedo will reach up to his shoulder again. Those teal eyes find his, soft in a way so uncharacteristic of him, so unlike his regular cool detachment.

His chest is warm like his hand clasped in Albedo's. “So, my dear alchemist, what do you need me to do next?”

[imtotallyokandnormal]

If we are looking for comfort, we could fast forward to when John and You are officially together. John broaching the topic of how they have accidentally hurt you in previous loops, and wanting guidance on how to not hurt you, as they don’t experience pain.

Oh this one will hurt but in a DIFFERENT way this'll be fun!! Don't worry there will be comfort in the end, I can't make it too miserable. Also apologies for the title being kinda clunky I didn't know what to put there tbh.

First part!

Second part!

Reader: gn reader

Warnings: very sad and angsty, mentions of hurting and killing you accidentally

Image link: where did ya come from

》☆John Doe Trying to be Better For You☆《

- It's been a while since the two of you have finally gotten together. Thousands of loops, thousands of tries, thousands of times where he couldn't get close to you, couldn't love you properly. And now, John can finally give you the love building inside of them over the course of infinite loops. And to them? It was more than worth it.

- But one thing hasn't been able to leave their mind; memories of your death, and how they've hurt you in past loops, haunt them as they cuddle you close. As every moment goes by, the regret eats at them in the back of their mind while doing daily tasks with you. A constant reminder of how destructive his love can be.

- He knew in his heart(?) that he needed to tell you, or at least ask you how to avoid it. Of course, he was afraid of how you'd react to him bringing it up, but he wouldn't be able to bear seeing you hurt again. Especially not because of him.

- They decided to talk to you about it after weeks of contemplation. It was a day like any other. You went to work, Doe kept an eye on you from a distance and visited you at lunch, everything was its normal routine. But the nervousness in him was apparent, as he was somehow more fidgety and jumpy than usual. Any questions about it were met with him saying he was alright and not to worry, that he couldn't be anything other than alright if you were with him.

- But once you were home, he couldn't help but be nervous. The fidgeting would get worse, he couldn't even meet your gaze as he went to ask the question.

- "M- my dearest- do you...how much- pain do humans feel?"

- If you were confused about why he'd ask that (which is incredibly understandable) then they'd try to say it's just out of curiosity, since they don't feel pain in the same way humans do. They'd be internally kicking themselves for not telling you the full truth about why, but they realize this might help them better understand what to avoid.

- When you'd answer with common things that Doe hadn't even considered (touching a stove top, falling too hard, biting your own tongue by accident), it came as a fascination to them. But, at the same time, it was completely worrying. So many little things could hurt you, and John could have done them all without even realizing. They wouldn't have been able to hide this worry, their gaze fixed on your face with an uncharacteristically worried look.

- If you asked them what was wrong, they'd decide it's not worth lying about. They'd reach out to hug you, but pull their arms back quickly, brow furrowing as if telling their body to keep itself under control.

- "...my love- I worry. I worry- very much- about you being hurt- a- and I've been worrying and worrying about it this entire time- what if- I hurt you?- I- I can't hurt you-! N- not-"

- Not again.

- His face would fall as the guilt floods back into him. He can't bear to look you in the eye, fearing that you'd only look at him with that terrified expression, just like last time.

- But you stayed.

- All it would take was a subtle form of acceptance, maybe it was a hug, maybe an understanding smile. Whatever it was, they found themselves in your arms, melting into your embrace. Though no tears fell, he took shuddering breaths as he laid against you, finally letting go of that guilt, that fear of losing you.

- They let their arms wrap around you, just gently enough.

- You were here now. They couldn't be anything other than alright, now that you were here.

[tumblingxelian]

a Question about you 12 kwamis au

If the others kwamis existed how would you write it?

That's rather tricky to answer cos for several of them I actually took their powers and fused them with another Kwami.

Tiger has her own powers & those of the monkey, Turtle got Bulls, the pigs got translated to Fox, even the rabbits could be said to have blended with Sass given I usually give them a subtle prophetic ability.

If we just go with the one's left over...

Rooster - Sublimation & Phasing, is the easiest to work with as it is the transition of a substance directly from the solid to the gas state. In this regard, its basically a form of transforming Miraculous, letting one become immaterial, an elemental or chemical gas, that kind of thing. It also still works with the red bird associations ala phoenixes without much work.

Canid - Hunt & Harvest, I think would need a revamp into something more akin to Hunt. IE, its the embodiment of tracking, hunting, capturing, the act of pursuit and retrieval alive or dead. Fetch is a way it can manifest, ensuring their prey is never out of reach, but it can also be used to locate and track down things without having touched them first, & so on. Tis goes beyond mere hunting dogs and into how ants have cultivated livestock and even slave ants.

Lamb - Genesis & Preservation is the power of giving and extending life, it is of the (Caveasphaera), IE, Animal era and holds the power to breath life into something or to heal. In essence, it is the "Breath of life" and healing hands, it cannot whisk life up out of nowhere, but more can create the perfect conditions for new life, imbue something with life, or heal something. The specifics are a little ill defined right now but I think this works.

Amusingly this means Lamb could be the second Miraculous Gabriel has, the one that they used to conceive Adrien but due to being broken that didn't pan out. (Makes notes) Damn, I may actually keep this revised list, Roosters now the weakest one but still has room to work even with my revized Renlings...

Here it is regardless:

Creation (Planck) Ladybug - Creation & Purification Cat - Destruction & Mutation Snake - Ouroboros & Time

Elemental (Matter) Rooster - Sublimation & Phasing Tiger - Combustion & Chaos Dragon - Storm & Power

Life (Abiogenesis) Peacock - Evocation & Transmutation Mouse - Multiplication & Duplication Turtle - Protection & Resilience

Animal (Caveasphaera) Lamb - Genesis & Preservation Horse - Action & Migration Canid - Hunt & Harvest

People (Conceptual) Bee - Order & Subjugation Fox - Mirage & Materialization Butterfly - Emotion & Transmission

Revised Bee, this is mostly just leaning on the concept of subjugation more. IE, Pollen represents people and thinking creatures idea of order more than she does elemental the stabilizing of neurons and atoms. Venom is simply the most straightforward example, utterly stilling a persons body. But at more advanced levels, the user can infuse their power into objects and guide them or compel people, so long as they use subjugation.

Notes:

Genesis was a problem because its basically just Lucky Charm with more control but less magic. Genesis means the origin point of a something, the beginning or creation, which doesn't leave a lot of wiggle room for reinterpretation or expansion. In some ways it'd fit with the theme I gave to mouse. Still, I like these other two so lets play.

I had the idea briefly to make Genesis a sort of scrying mechanic, seeing into the past and future (Vaguely), or to get meta with it and have it be among the fox and butterfly as to do with stories, giving one's words power. However, elements I have toyed with for the Bee can already fit into some of that so I was... Iffy.

Then I looked into lamb associations and themes and found out the Egyptian Deity known for incepting life was a lamb headed deity, and the creator of 'essence'. I leaned on that when reaching for preservation.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere John Smith Would Include:

Obsessive, controlling, manipulative, and protective to an extreme extent. He tends to be highly possessive, often stalking you and making sure you are never with anyone else. He is prone to bouts of jealousy and violence, and will not hesitate to use force to keep you under his control. He also tends to have a strong sense of entitlement over his partner, believing that he has the right to dictate all aspects of your life.

His main goal is to keep you isolated from the rest of the world, and will do whatever it takes to achieve that goal. He may also display signs of emotional dependence on you, expecting you to be there for him at all times and becoming upset or hostile if you ever try to distance yourself from him.

In the relationship, power dynamics are heavily skewed in his favor, with him making all the decisions and having ultimate control over your life. He also has a tendency to gaslight and guilt trip you into submission, making it difficult to resist or escape from his clutches.

Despite his dangerous nature, there are times where he can be quite charming and charismatic, using these traits to manipulate you into doing what he wants. He will often go to great lengths to make himself seem caring and loving, even if it is just an act to keep you under his control.

In front of others, he appears to be a charming and friendly person, often masking his true nature. He is able to convincingly fake normalcy and often uses this to maintain his image and keep people from suspecting his true intentions. He is particularly good at appearing to be polite, helpful, and respectful towards others, even when he is actually harboring thoughts of possession and control over you. He also tends to be quite good at manipulating people to get what he wants.

He typically gives you frequent reassurances of his love and devotion, telling you how much you mean to him and how he needs you in his life. He will often say things like "I can't live without you" or "You're the most important person to me", which is all part of his attempts to control and dominate you. He may also use fear and threats as forms of "reassurance," telling you that he will hurt you or himself if you ever try to leave him.

He often uses rewards to reinforce your compliance with his demands. This can include things like gifts, trips, or special privileges. He may also use the threat of punishment to motivate you to do as he says. Rewards can be used as a way to keep you from trying to escape or resist his control, as he may withhold them if you don't comply with his desires.

His punishments can take a variety of forms, depending on the situation. He may use emotional manipulation, guilt-tripping, or even physical violence to punish you if he feels you have disobeyed him or gone against his wishes. He may also use more subtle methods such as ignoring you, withholding affection, or making veiled threats. Ultimately, the goal of his punishments is to discourage you from doing anything that might go against his desires and keep you under his control.

He can be quite generous with praise when he feels you have done something right, especially if it meets his expectations or helps him achieve his goals. He may shower you with praise and affection, telling you how perfect and special you are, and how he is so happy to have you in his life. He may also use praise as a way to control and manipulate you, with the goal of making you feel dependent on him and his attention.

When you do get into fights, He will likely try to shift the blame onto you and make it seem like you are the one in the wrong. He also uses emotional manipulation tactics to make you feel guilty for starting fights or not giving into his demands. In general, he will do whatever it takes to avoid taking responsibility for his actions and to maintain control over you, even to the extent of blaming you for the fights himself.

He can be very affectionate, especially when he feels like he has been able to maintain control over you. He may give you physical tokens of affection, such as hugs, kisses, or pats on the head, or may simply show affection through his behavior towards you. He may also use physical touch to remind you of his power over you, hugging too tightly or touching you in inappropriate ways in order to assert his dominance

Dates are mostly about him showing off, and trying to impress you. He will often take you to very expensive restaurants or other expensive activities just to flaunt his wealth and status. He may also use the opportunity to tell you all about his accomplishments and successes in order to make himself look good. He may also use the date as a way to get you to do what he wants, offering gifts or other rewards if you comply with his requests.

He is usually able to keep his true nature hidden from others, so they often just see him as a charmer or a nice guy. He may even come off as a bit over-the-top or possessive, but people are usually willing to overlook it because he's generally considered an attractive or successful person. He may even have friends or family who are aware of his obsessiveness, but are too afraid to confront him about it or don't think anything of it. However, as time goes on, people may begin to notice that there is something off about him.

It'd depend on the circumstances. He definitely has the capability to kill for his darling if he feels like it necessary (for example if he perceives someone else as a threat, or his darling tries to escape). He is also likely to have a deep sense of entitlement over his darling, believing that he has the right to do whatever is necessary to keep you by his side. So while he may not actively seek out opportunities to kill for his darling, it's possible that he could be driven to it by circumstance.

He may have a shrine or some sort of secret room or place that he has dedicated to you. It may include things like photos or mementos of you, as well as items that he has stolen from you (such as clothing or personal belongings). He may also use this space to write about you, or to simply think about you and how to keep you under his control.

He would likely not take it well at all. He would probably become very angry and aggressive, doing whatever he could to convince you to change your mind. He threatens you, tries to manipulate you into staying, or even physically restrains you from leaving. If he couldn't convince you to stay, he would probably become enraged and might even use violence to try to keep you.

He would likely view anyone trying to help his darling as a threat to his control over them. He would probably try to isolate you from them, using manipulation or even threats of violence to keep you from seeing them.

He would also likely start to badmouth or smear the person who is trying to help you, trying to make them seem untrustworthy or dangerous. In general, he would do whatever it takes to keep you away from anyone who could potentially help you escape his control.

He uses the idea of marriage as a way to further his control over you, either by using it as a means of manipulation (saying things like "If we're married, I can protect you better") or by using it as leverage in the relationship (saying things like "If you marry me, I'll give you anything you want"). He also uses it as a way to isolate you more, as getting married would make it harder for you to escape his control.

He may want to have children as a way to further secure his control over you, as having children would make it even harder for you to leave him. He may also see having children as a way to "secure his legacy" and ensure that a part of him will always be with you. Additionally, having children would mean that you would be tied to him forever, as you would not be able to fully escape him even if you were to physically separate from him.

If you couldn't have or didn't want children, it would likely cause a lot of tension in the relationship. He tries to convince you to change your mind or use guilt tripping or manipulation to attempt to force you to have children anyway. He may also use it as an excuse to justify his possessive and controlling behavior, saying things like, "If you loved me, you would give me children."

"You're mine and mine alone. You belong to me, and I'm never going to let you go. I love you more than anyone or anything else in the world, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep you by my side. You are mine, and I am yours. Always and forever."

Foot worship - Having a foot fetish, either for his own feet or yours. Possibly requiring oral service or massage.

Leather and bondage - Getting turned on by leather gear, restraints, and other BDSM paraphernalia. Enjoying the visual of you bound and helpless.

Sexual perversion - Engaging in taboo acts, fetish play, or non-consensual activities to make you feel dirty, ashamed, and reliant only on him for sexual gratification.

Public displays of ownership - Parading you around, making sure everyone knows you belong to him. Possibly engaging in degrading acts in public to reinforce his control.

Rough sex - Enjoying intense, painful intercourse as a way to assert dominance and leave marks on your body.

[supervillain-smut]

You have me exceptionally curious. What are your general headcanons for the The T-1000, and what primarily influences that veiw?

Not 100% sure how to answer this, so I'm just going to give a bunch of headcanons like I usually do and hope that kind of explains things.

Let's get a few things straight, unlike him. He is not doing things out of love, nor does he care about gender. This is curiosity, fascination, and control.

He's curious and fascinated about the human body, their emotions, and their responses.

He also relishes having control over said body, emotions, and responses.

That being said, service top. Loves being in control and taking care of you, including aftercare.

Horrible bedside manner, performs aftercare more as a task, but still does it. It doesn't feel like a negative thing for him, more like something he just feels he has to do, no negotiations. It's part of the act, in his mind. Make a mess, clean it up, don't break the equipment.

He can obviously form into whatever he touches, but prefers staying in his humanoid form; there will be no shape-shifting upon request. He likes this form, he's staying in this form. Unless he doesn't need or feel like being a person anymore.

In which case, take care not to step into the liquid metal blob slinking about the floor. Your consequence is your foot being trapped and being held hostage until he decides it's enough.

Since he's a metal alloy, he has no heating/cooling system like the T-800, who runs just slightly warmer than your average person. The T-1000 is a few degrees cooler; if you didn't know what he was before touching him, you'd wonder if he was cold, if he wanted a sweater or something to warm him.

He does actually enjoy the warmth you provide, and will gladly cuddle up to you for it. It doesn't change his temperature, it's just comfortable for him and he likes it. It is possible to rile him up with touches during this, though.

Unlike the T-800, he isn't particularly heavy. He's about 10 pounds lighter than a person of his height and perceived weight.

Has a sleep mode where he shuts down for a specified amount of time, but can't be woken up until the timer is up unless his auditory and physical sensors detect an emergency. If you say you're napping for ten minutes, he's out for ten minutes exactly.

Doesn't mind the name printed on his name tag, and you may refer to him by it, or his serial number. Has a secret favouritism for the name, though. Makes him feel like he's blending in better as a human.

He likes all sorts of differing personalities. Strong, stubborn types, or shy quiet ones. They're all interesting to him; subconscious favouritism for more submissive personalities. Dominating is in the fibre of his very being, he can't help it.

He's not cold and calculating initiating or during sex, though. No, he prefers to put his programming and observation skills to good use and really put them into practice. The man can really put on the charm when he wants to, and wow does it make your knees weak.

One moment he's questioning a human emotion, until he picks up on your subtle arousal. Then all of a sudden he's as smooth as the alloy he's made of and you're in bed before you know what hit you.

He keeps up the performance for a bit afterwards, noting the shock his sudden demeanour switch seems to put people in, and has instead learned to ease you into his default way of being.

Protective x1000. Can and will hospitalize people for making comments about you, let alone threaten you. Mostly doesn't listen to you during those times unless you have a logically sound reason for him not terminating the sleazeball that catcalled you, such as attention or possible police involvement.

Much prefers your pleasure over his, and he can feel pleasure. He has sensors and all sorts of complex inner workings. He shuts them all off during a hunt or when he refuses to give you the upper hand. When he wants to be in control, there's no talking him out of it.

As a complex machine that studies humans, he obviously understands the concepts of consent and various kinks. His eyes are constantly analyzing things, so he knows a lot of things about you without you needing to say a word. He knows when you're physically uncomfortable, not in the mood, in the mood, pushed to your limit, or still wanting more. He knows when you're close, what feels good, and what doesn't, no matter how good of a liar you think you are.

While he's not comfortable with shape-shifting strictly for your amusement, he's willing to experiment and indulge most kinks of yours, including ones where he's on the receiving end of things.

He may not be able to love you in the traditional sense, but there is an undeniable bond. Why he's formed it with you, he's unsure and will never be able to explain it. But he knows you inside and out, trusts you, and prefers your company above all else, even if you're not doing anything particularly interesting. Simply sharing the space and studying is nice.

[ghooostbaby]

i don't like how much it seems like viktor was so passive all these years

kind of gently nagging jayce on can we please do something for the undercity now and jayce just keeps building stuff for the topside and subtly screwing over the undercity while viktor is politely waiting

i saw a random comment about the original lore that viktor was jayce's enemy and like... stole stuff from jayce's lab to cure a degenerative illness in the undercity... and he was always doing illegal "evil" stuff to directly help people in the undercity. i wish that arcane viktor was more like that

it seems like he sort of bides his time hoping jayce will give the ok and only pushes back when he has a terminal illness and then he's just trying to fight to save his own life and has become almost entirely disconnected form undercity yet still isn't seen as one of the topsiders

i think it would have been a better story if he had fought more

i would want him (and everyone) to stop giving jayce and the topside (can never remember the name) such complete deference, like waiting for approval and acceptance from them before they can do anything. even when viktor is fighting them he still seems so pliant to them, it's on their terms always. the upper city is goodness, and controls what goodness is and means. the under city is badness. and if you want to do good for the undercity you can only do it by going to the upper city and finding ways to help through them, but the upper city just condemns the undercity as bad and nothing happens and those "good" under city people just get absorbed into and become nothing, passive, useless...

like the "good" characters can't find themselves in the active terrorist abolitionists of the underside so they go to their topside oppressers like plz would you mind liberating us? oh, you'd rather i wait for next 10 years, ok, but do you promise to after?

i can't get over the subtle casual cruelty of how jayce treats viktor. his arrogance and ignorance

but it also kills me that viktor never seems to have really pushed back against jayce ignoring viktor's ambitions to help others, always giving jayce so much benefit of the doubt, until jayce fused him to the hexcore. i was cheering when he walk away from him but it seems ... too late. i just finished s2e5 and from what i've seen of viktor so far it seems less like he's shirking respectably to finally fight back against the upper city but more like he's completely absorbed the pultiver ideology of faux goodness, reasonability, order (or the hexcore taking over his consciousness has?) and taken it to the extreme. and now are they gonna make jayce the hero to fight viktor's corruption? it's more of just ... either undercity people are evil or they are passive, and if they try to act in any way the upper city are the heroes that stop them. it's such a cruel system and it is enraging that the story seems to be holding these moderates that created this whole situation as the heroes who are saving the world from the evil actions of those they oppressed... like. have you ever felt so gaslit by a TV show

anyway it's very disappointing. there seems this aggressive individualism in arcane. viktor seemed to wait quietly until disease affected him personally. the glimpse of viktor described in the game lore (which i admit i have no knowledge of other than a random video comment) is so much more appealing, where viktor was acting with that kind of desperation BEFORE it affected him personally.

maybe i would have preferred viktor & jayce had been enemies with viktor fighting for the undercity from the beginning (and they could still do that homoerotically)

[field-of-paper-flowers]

Hey, can I get uuuuhh, general fluffy headcanons for Bain and/or Wolf with a male reader who's also a heister. Thanks in advance !

Insert "Both? Both is good" GIF here.

For some of these, I had to give our heister a little personality or backstory, but I try to keep them generic so everyone can enjoy.

Bain:

Bain is tall. This is important because when he goes to hug his partner, he'll rest his head on his head.

He'll get Bain's soft beard nestled in his hair.

When they're cuddled together, he'll run his fingers through Bain's hair. It's one of Bain's favorite forms of physical, non-sexual, intimacy.

Bain brought him in because he realized that in a group of talented heisters, most of them were...a little rough around the edges. They needed someone who could talk. Someone who could bullshit. Someone who could charm.

This man is a known hustler, a tongue of silver and dashing good looks.

Bain brings him in, but absolutely professional. He realizes he finds the man attractive, but he doesn't make decisions about the gang base on his feelings.

Besides, the fact Bain found him attractive was a good thing, right? That means he was most likely a good choice.

Despite being a con man, the heister is actually a great crew mate with a fantastic sense of humor. He seems to actually care for the other members of the Gang and works seamlessly with most of them.

He and Bain start talking more and more. About the plans for heists. Simple, casual chatter during calm moments during the heists. And Bain starts to realize how much he enjoys his little chats.

Con man heister is the one to make the first move, because, let's be real, our boy Bain would just sit with his feelings forever.

Heister gets great joy out of making Bain tongue-tied with his charm. He thinks there is nothing cuter than watching a man obsessed with control, lose said control over a playful bout of flirting.

As the relationship progresses, it would feel like a battle for control. Both men are talented heisters, each with their own unique skills. Men like that aren't ones to let the other get a leg up.

But it's mostly in good fun, because at the end of the day, Bain is actually a very caring partner. He will give a lot of his time and energy to making sure his partner is safe and happy.

Sometimes too much. Bain is also a man who pushes himself way too hard.

A good way to lure Bain into relaxing is food. The man has to eat. So if our heister makes or obtains a delicious meal, he can lure Bain away from his constant planning and worrying. Even if only for a bit.

Wolf:

As Wolf first starts developing feelings, he is freaked out.

He hasn't even considered the idea of finding a romantic partner because, well, heist life.

But as they go on heists together, he can't help but notice that his eyes keep looking over at this man.

"He is a goddamn grown man, he shouldn't get butterflies in his stomach while sitting next to him in the van," his thoughts would yell at him.

But he does.

Wolf is not subtle.

Like, the second he realizes he has these weird feelings, it becomes super obvious. Our awkward boy dials the awkward up to 11.

Heister finds it really cute. Wolf's awkward words and movements show our heister exactly how nervous Wolf is around him.

Heister would approach Wolf during one of his little awkward times and say something along the lines of, "You know, I don't need fancy words if you want to ask me out on a date. And I'll go ahead and answer the question anyway, 'It sounds great. Something quiet, yeah? How about drinks in my room?'"

While this would absolutely short-circuit Wolf, he would genuinely appreciate how the heister seemed to understand the chaos and panic that was going on in his head.

Over time, Wolf relaxes around him. Heister doesn't magically fix the chaos in Wolf's mind, but he quiets it. Like a weighted blanket.

Which in turn, turns into heister laying on Wolf, or pressing his weight against him when they cuddle or snuggle. His weight providing a sense of security and grounding.

I jotted down an idea I had while super sleep-deprived, while forgetting this was for Bain x Male!Heister and Wolf x Male!Heister and not Bain/Wolf. But I liked it, so bonus headcanon:

Bain would be weirdly defensive if other heisters are mean to Wolf.

(Because let's be real, everyone basically just openly talks about how crazy Wolf is. Whether he is right there or not.)

[lyssophobiaa]

C-Virus & Hearing; Piers Nivans

I thought I’d share a few more details on other things the virus affects, this time we’ll be covering hearing with a few points under the cut!

Hyper-Acute Hearing: Piers’ hearing is extremely sensitive, allowing him to pick up on subtle sounds like heartbeats from a significant distance, even through layers of clothing or other background noise.

Unique Heartbeat Signatures: Each person’s heartbeat has a slightly different rhythm, speed, and strength. With time, Piers can learn to distinguish these subtle differences, allowing him to recognize specific people by their heartbeat alone.

Filtering Mechanism: His brain has developed a filtering mechanism that lets him isolate heartbeats from other sounds. He can “tune in” to the beat of someone nearby while filtering out ambient noise, like conversations or footsteps.

Heightened Stress Detection: Since heart rate and intensity change with emotions, Piers can detect when someone’s heartbeat quickens (indicating stress, fear, or excitement) or slows (signaling calmness or sleep), giving him insight into their emotional state.

Background Detection Mode: Piers’ hearing is tuned to detect irregularities, like sudden changes in a heartbeat. This allows him to “sense” if someone nearby is experiencing fear, surprise, or exertion, even without actively listening to them.

Sound Map of Heartbeats: In familiar settings, Piers can form a mental “sound map” of people’s heartbeats, knowing where each person is within a room based on their rhythm and position. This allows him to keep track of movement even without direct line of sight.

Virus Influence: When the Virus is more dominant, Piers’ hearing may shift to prioritize certain heartbeats, especially those that indicate fear or vulnerability, aligning with predatory instincts. This shift might cause him to lose some conscious control over what he listens to.

Slight Vulnerability to Sound Overload: Because his hearing is so sensitive, sudden loud sounds or overlapping heartbeats can cause brief disorientation, like a “sensory overload,” which he may need a moment to recover from.

[foreststarflaime]

[more from the dragons au: evil Shinra board edition]

President Shinra: There was once a minor nobleman, displeased with his status and driven by greed, whose ambition would stop at nothing in his quest to rise in the ranks of his kingdom. It started with mere whispers in the right ears, subtle advances of his political power, entirely fair game for the nobility. But it was going too slowly, and he was all too aware of his advancing age. It wasn’t enough, he needed to rise to the top faster and he needed to live for longer. And so he looked for ways to stretch the rules of the game, to cut corners, and he found them—in dangerous allies, those who were just as willing to do anything to be the ones making the rules as him. They collected their power, and with it they overthrew the king, and Shinra’s rule of the empire began. But he was hardly satisfied—there were still other kingdoms outside of his reach, still more land to be controlled, still more gold to hoard. It was then that he began to…change. His fingers began to lengthen, long and sharp, the better to dig his claws into what was his and keep it. His eyes began to shift, moving further apart to give him better range of vision, to be better able to see any traitors sneaking around behind his back. Long spines began to grow from his back, physical forms of the knives he was sure were being aimed there by those who professed loyalty to him. His nose lengthened and grew into a long snout, ever pouring smoke but no fire, the better to sniff out any treasonous plots to steal what he had rightfully earned (no fire, because there were no plots to be found, originally). Now there is a sulking and hideous wyrm, hunched possessively over a great pile of gold in the ruins of a castle. His empire still lives, thanks to the efforts of those who originally helped him rise to power and whom he has not yet thrown out.

Hojo: There is a necromancer, a mad scientist of magic, whose focus—or more accurately, near-religious obsession—is with how much he can change the nature of something dead and still be able to return some semblance of life to it. He helped Shinra’s rise to power, mainly because it was bloody and offered him plenty of new material to work with. His work had been stagnating, and Shinra was growing restless with his lack of results—but that was when he saw him. A dragon, made of stardust, falling from the sky. When he reached the crater, the beast was still, eyes closed and unbreathing. He was excited to have something strange to work with—but that was when things got even better. The beast was still alive. It opened its eyes, still not breathing, and began to examine its surroundings. What undead masterpiece was this? Oh, the things he could discover if he got his hands on this specimen—perhaps, he could even crack the code to immortality, eternal undeath, like Shinra was constantly hounding him about. He must have it.

Scarlet: There was a noblewoman in the same kingdom as Shinra, a little higher in status, who was obsessed with beauty. But her idea of beauty was…a bit different than most people’s. How could it not be, when she was born already at the highest standard of human beauty, and yet still craved something more? She was lost for a long time, until finally she found what she was searching for, when an inventor from a neighboring kingdom was making the rounds at their king’s court. He had wonderful machines, the likes of which she’d never seen—machines that moved on their own, machines that could rip faraway things apart with the mere pull of a lever. There was an accident, and someone was shot that shouldn’t have been. She found the beauty she was searching for in that cold gleaming metal and the scarlet blood that it painted the walls with. She freed the inventor from the dungeon, and he taught her everything he knew. She made sure he would breathe no word of it to anyone else. This beauty was hers, now. She joined with Shinra to leech from his treasury to fund more pursuits into improving this beauty. Slowly, she began to make herself beautiful, too—a special high-tech eye that let her see more than a human eye could here (she only needed to pluck out her own to install it, she wasn’t losing anything important), an extra set of limbs protruding from her back there (no matter that she accidentally paralyzed her own legs in the process of attaching them, she could simply make more). Now there is an inventor in Shinra’s court, who is something not quite human.

Heidegger: There was a head of the guard in Shinra’s old manor, just as ambitious as his lord. He served him well and followed his ascent to power. Soon he progressed in ranks, and now there is a general, haughty and proud, sitting at the right claw of a hideous dragon. He would turn on him in an instant if he got the chance.

[beatmyfeet]

Seeing how another woman uses him will give me ideas for new methods of discipline.

By observing the techniques and approaches she employs, I can enrich my own way of controlling and training him. Every woman has her own methods, her own tricks to achieve perfect obedience, and it is always instructive to see how they go about it.

By entrusting him to another, I can see disciplinary techniques that I might not have considered. Perhaps she will use different tools or strategies, or maybe she will have a more subtle but equally effective psychological approach. Each new experience he has with her will be an opportunity for me to learn and refine my own methods.

This diversity of approaches will allow me to better understand his limits and how to push them optimally. By seeing how he reacts to different forms of discipline, I can adapt my techniques to maximize his obedience and devotion. She might discover a new weakness or strength in him, something I could exploit to reinforce his submission.

Observing his interactions with another woman will also be a source of creative inspiration. I can see which methods are most effective in controlling and punishing him and incorporate these ideas into my own practice. This will add a new dimension to our relationship, keeping things fresh and unpredictable, which is essential for maintaining a high level of discipline and engagement.

Finally, by seeing how he behaves under the direction of another woman, I can assess his level of loyalty and submission. This will give me valuable insights into the aspects of his training that still need work. By enriching my arsenal of disciplinary methods through these observations, I will not only strengthen my control over him but also his devotion and willingness to serve me.

In sum, this experience is beneficial for both me and him. It allows me to become an even more effective and innovative mistress while providing him with more comprehensive and varied training. Each new method of discipline I discover is one more step towards perfecting his role as a submissive.