#I just damn well know that he thought he had to discipline ME because he’s an all knowing man and I’m just a young woman

[forustothinkistobealive]

A man just told me to hit my dog for barking at his dog when his dog was barking right back??

[kiarastromboli]

Teach me (Chris Sturniolo x y/n)

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Warning: Virgin reader, Smut content, don’t like it = don’t read it :)

Summary: Chris shows up in the middle of the night in your room, asking for answers to the exam you both are supposed to take in the following days, and things take an unexpected turn.

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We are on a summer Tuesday evening, the air warm and heavy, the sound of cicadas outside, and the gentle breeze causing tree branches to brush against my window sill, absolute calm. The house was silent; it was already 11:25 PM, the only reason I wasn't asleep? I was busy revising for the upcoming major exam. Honestly, I didn't need to; I had the knowledge and even more, but I'm a perfectionist. Why settle for the minimum when you can achieve much more?

Anyway, I allowed myself to study a bit more tonight since I have no classes tomorrow. I had some music playing in the background, loud enough for me to hear but not too loud to distract me. Tonight, nothing could distract me!

*knock knock knock*

I jumped in surprise when I heard faint noises coming from the window at the other end of my room. I thought I was impossible to distract, but apparently, I was wrong.

I walked slowly towards the window; it was probably my cat scratching to come in. Well, I wasn't sure; what else could it be?

I pulled the curtain covering my window to open it and came face to face with Chris Sturniolo.

WAIT, WHAT? What is that rascal Chris doing at my window? Oh my god, if my parents hear him, I'm done for.

Let me give you a brief recap to better understand the situation and the reason for my current anxiety.

My name is Y/n, and honestly, there's not much to say about me. I'm a quiet girl, the complete opposite of what one would consider "cool" and "popular." I'm disciplined, polite, courteous, studious, discreet – in short, the perfect little girl who will have a good diploma, an excellent job in an excellent city, and an excellent family. I do what is expected of me without questioning, and I never, I repeat, NEVER go against the rules.

Chris, on the other hand, is Chris. If I were a boy, I would be absolutely the opposite of that guy. He plays on the high school lacrosse team with his brother. He's a real jerk – sorry, I don't want to sound vulgar, but he's a real jerk. He spends his time skipping classes to do who knows what with who knows who. He thinks he's "cool" and "popular" because all the girls run after him, but the truth is, he's just a good-looking guy with a devilish behavior. Back in elementary school, I had a crush on him; when he found out, he mocked me, and he never stopped, even now in high school. So, yes, he's an immature jerk.

What could Chris possibly be doing at my window in the middle of the night when my parents are at home? My father has always been strict about no boys in my room, and certainly not in the middle of the night?

"Are you going to let me in?" he said, looking up at me.

"Absolutely not! How do you know where I live? You can't stay here; you have to leave now!" I shouted in a panic, looking around to make sure no one saw him here.

"Let me in, and I'll answer all your little questions," he said with a smirk.

"Oh my god," I whispered to myself, bringing my hand to my forehead. "No, Chris, you don't understand; my parents are here. If they know there's a boy at my window—"

"Okay, if you don't let me in, I'll knock on the front door, pretending to be your boyfriend. It's up to you," he said, cutting me off before moving away from my window.

"NO! Okay, fine, come in," I sighed. "Damn, damn, damn," I muttered to myself as I moved away from the window to lock the door to my room.

"Your room is cool," he said, dropping onto my bed as if it were his own. "What's his name?" he added, picking up a stuffed animal lying on my bed.

"Get your filthy body off my clean bed, please," I snapped, grabbing my stuffed animal from his hands with a brisk motion.

"Relax; I just wanted to chat," he said, rolling his eyes before getting up to move towards me. "Nice pajamas," he said with a smirk, scanning my body with his eyes.

I blushed uncontrollably; I was wearing really short shorts and an equally short tank top. What? It's fine; I know what you're thinking. I'll stop you right there; it's summer, it's super hot, and I didn't anticipate Mr. Troublemaker's surprise visit.

"What do you want?" I asked timidly, stuttering and crossing my arms to hide my stomach. I hated having my body exposed in front of others; it made me feel vulnerable.

"I need your help for the exam coming up next week," he said, moving towards my desk. "And before you refuse to help me, I have an offer you can't refuse!" he said, turning to me, leaning against my desk this time.

"And did you have to come and ask for my help in the middle of the night, Chris, seriously?" I replied, annoyed.

"I stole the test papers from the teachers' lounge. If you help me, you can memorize all the answers by heart," he said, crossing his arms with a smug smile.

I laughed when he presented his "impossible to refuse" offer. What an idiot. "If you think that I, Y/n, will help you cheat on the most important exam of the year, you're way dumber than I thought."

"Oh yeah? You seemed pretty bothered by the bad grade you got in gym yesterday," he said, advancing towards me. "You know, I know the coach really well, well enough to be able to change your grade."

Damn, it was the only grade below average I had all year. It's true that it would be convenient to make it disappear. What? No, Y/n, you're crazy; this is Chris we're talking about, he's a manipulator, and you're falling into his trap. Oh my god, stop; I need to get him out of here.

"Why do you want me to help you? Find the answers yourself," I replied, giving him a dark look.

"Because I don't feel like it, and you love this kind of thing," he said, rolling his eyes. "Y/n, it's beneficial for both of us. Look, you ensure you get 100% on the exam, in addition to seeing your gym grade increase, and it will save me from repeating this year."

"Get out of my room, Chris; I'm not going to help you cheat. It's bad," I said, crossing my arms.

"Bad? Who do you think you are? Come on, we don't care; it's just an exam!" he said, laughing.

"You don't care, but I do," I said, pointing to the window he came in through.

He smiled arrogantly before licking his lips, looking at me. "You're more tenacious than I thought," he said, plunging his eyes into mine. "I like that."

I won't lie; his words made me a little nervous at the moment. Okay, I said he was a big jerk,

not that he was ugly!

"Oh, are you blushing because of me? Does what I say affect you?" he said, slowly approaching me.

"G-Get out of my room," I said weakly, stepping back.

"Why? You don't want me to leave your room, Y/n. Don't lie to me; I know you like me," he said confidently, continuing to advance towards me until my back hit the door of my room.

I swallowed hard as I felt my throat tighten due to the proximity between us. "You're insane. I would have to be crazy to like a guy like you," I said timidly, avoiding his gaze.

"I'm sure I can drive you crazy," he said, grabbing my chin to force me to look him in the eyes.

A wave of heat engulfed me; I slightly opened my mouth to get more air. My heartbeat accelerated; I must be all red now.

"Listen," he said, getting even closer to me. "If you help me with this exam," he said, placing his hand in the small of my back, "in addition to the things I've already offered you," he said, slowly lowering his hand to my hip, "I can also show you a few things you might like," he said softly, plunging his eyes into mine.

I cleared my throat. "What are you talking about?" I said all timid.

"Oh, come on, Y/n, you know exactly what I'm talking about; you're dying for it. Look at yourself," he said with an arrogant smile. "And if you want to know, I'm dying for it too," he whispered in my ear, making my knees weak.

"Stop lying, you don't give a damn about me. You're acting like an asshole with me; you only want the answers to this exam," I said, stuttering and trying not to be swayed by his sweet words.

"Y/n, I know where you live because I follow you after school every day to make sure nothing happens to you on the way," he said, moving his face a few centimeters away from mine. "I spend my time teasing you in the hope of getting closer to you," he added, running his hand over my cheek. "If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't have even noticed the bad grades you're getting in PE," he said, rolling his eyes.

If these were lies, then he's a very good liar. Oh my god, my mother always warned me about bad boys like Chris, but I felt like fainting when his hand tightened a little more around my hip. "Chris—"

"You know what, screw this exam; I'll study it on my own. Let me kiss you, and I promise to leave your room and never bother you about this exam again," he said, almost sounding desperate. Wait, is he serious? Chris has a crush on me? I must be dreaming; it can't be possible.

"Chris, if this is a joke, it's really not funny," I said uncertainly, furrowing my brow when he moved his face closer to mine.

"I'm dead serious," he said, fixing his gaze on my lips.

My eyes were switching between his and his lips; I didn't know what to do. I was bewildered by the situation until Chris placed his soft lips on mine. My eyes instinctively closed to better savor the moment. I was kissing the most handsome guy in high school in my room, just like in the movies. His hand slid under my shorts to grab my buttock, making me sigh in surprise during our kiss. He seized the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with mine. He started smiling against my lips when he heard a pathetic moan die in our kiss as he began to knead my buttocks.

"Chris," I said, separating our lips and pushing him by his chest.

"What?" he said with a confused look as I moved away from him.

"We're not going to do this," I told him, shaking my head. "My parents are here; you can't just barge into my room in the middle of the night and coerce me with sex to get the answers to this damn exam," I said, offended.

"Y/n, I don't care about the exam. I did all this to get closer to you!" he said, taking a step towards me.

I stepped back when he tried to grab my hand to hold it in his. "Okay, prove it," I said, crossing my arms. "You said you would leave me alone about this exam and leave my room if I let you kiss me," I added, heading to the window to open it again.

He opened his mouth to speak before changing his mind, shaking his head.

"Show me you're not a liar," I said, pointing to the window.

He sighed before moving towards the window. "I'm not a liar, Y/n," he said, furrowing his brow before starting to pass his legs through the window.

There, I was finally rid of him. I should feel relieved, right? So why does something deep inside me break seeing him leave?

Without thinking, before he had time to pass through my window entirely, I grabbed him by his T-shirt to kiss him again. I couldn't let him go like that. I don't know what was happening to me, but everything was screaming at me to throw myself on his lips and never leave them.

He straightened up before closing the window with one hand. His other hand came to caress my cheek.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing; we headed towards my desk without paying attention. He grabbed the back of my thighs to make me sit on my desk just behind me. His lips left mine to move towards my neck, his arms tightened around my waist, and my thighs surrounded his.

"Do you still want me to leave your room now?" he said arrogantly.

"Shut up," I said, feeling my breath quicken when he started sucking on the skin of my neck between his lips. "Chris, you can't leave marks," I said, a little panicked.

"Why not? You're mine," he said authoritatively, raising his face in front of mine and grabbing my throat in his hand.

"First, I'm not yours, Chris, and second, my father will kill me if he sees hickies on my neck," I said, chuckling timidly at his reaction.

Without a word, he began kissing my neck again before slowly moving towards my chest, making me anxious. "What are you doing?" I asked, stuttering.

"I'm leaving my mark where I'm sure no one else will see it," he whispered before grabbing the fabric of my tank top to slightly uncover my breast and place his lips on it.

"Chris—" I said, jumping when he started sucking a hickey on that sensitive area.

I could feel shivers running through my entire body; my back arched, and my thighs instinctively tightened around his waist while a few silent moans escaped my lips.

"Are you always this sensitive, or am I the one making you feel this way?" he said, raising his head towards me with a big smile.

I started blushing uncontrollably when he said that; I didn't even have a response to his question. I had never done anything like this with a boy before.

"Did you lose your tongue?" he asked, tilting his head to the side before coming to fix a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I-I don't know," I said in an almost inaudible voice. "Is it wrong?" I asked, embarrassed.

"No, not at all," he said, frowning. "What do you mean by 'I don't know'?" he asked, confused.

"I—" I didn't know what to answer. A silence settled at that moment; he looked me in the eyes before realizing.

"You've never done anything with a boy?" he asked, surprised.

I simply shook my head from side to side, too embarrassed to say anything.

His arrogant smile covered his lips a few seconds later. "Do you want me to teach you?"

My eyes widened when I heard that. I hesitated for a moment before nodding timidly.

"Use words, princess," he said, stroking my waist to encourage me to speak.

"I want you to teach me how to do it," I said, feeling a wave of confidence in myself.

He smiled before kissing me again; this time our kiss was slow and gentle, as if to reassure me. His hands played with the hem of my tank top. "Can I take this off?" he asked calmly.

"Take yours off first," I asked directly. I didn't want to be the only one exposed for some reason. My statement made him chuckle, and he separated from my lips to remove his t-shirt.

I took a moment to observe him. Unconsciously, I started biting my lips, and Chris smiled at my reaction. "It's your turn now," he said, moving towards me again.

Once again, I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to do it if you don't want to, you know," he said without breaking eye contact.

His words were enough to make me feel comfortable. I took my tank top off over my head without overthinking it. "But I want to," I said before covering my chest, feeling a wave of embarrassment engulf me.

Chris immediately grabbed my arms. "You don't need to hide from me, Y/n," I let him remove my arms from the way, and he directed his eyes to my chest, licking his lips. "You're beautiful," he said before pressing his lips against mine once again.

I felt more and more at ease with him. My hands, which were previously at the back of his neck, started to travel along his chest down to his waist, where he hastily seized my wrist. "Slow down, princess."

"What? Did I do it wrong? Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" I asked, panicking. He chuckled at my reaction.

"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he said, smiling. "We have all the time in the world, don't rush yourself," he whispered before kissing my neck again.

My hand found its place in his hair, and he gradually directed his kisses towards my chest, prompting me to throw my head back at the new sensation of his lips around my nipples.

One of his hands slipped between my thighs, making me jump and tilt my head forward at the proximity of his hand to my sensitive area.

He began to gently caress my pussy through my clothes, causing a silent moan to escape my lips.

I could feel my head starting to spin due to all this sudden stimulation; I couldn't help but squirm in all directions. "Can I take off your shorts?" he asked, looking up at me.

"Y-yes," I replied timidly before he slowly removed my shorts and resumed kissing me, this time moving down to my stomach, making me breathe harder.

He stopped kissing me when he reached the level of my white panties to examine them closely. "You're so wet that I can see the trace on your panties," he said with a smirk.

Embarrassment washed over me. "I'm sorry," I said softly, trying to close my thighs, but he grabbed them to force me to keep them open.

"Don't be," he said, bringing his head closer to my thighs. "I like it," he said, planting a kiss on my clothed pussy, making me shiver. "You're so sensitive; I bet I could make you come in less than 5 minutes with my tongue," he said, running his fingers between the fabric of my panties and my skin.

"Do you want me to do it?" he asked, looking up at me with a sly smile. I timidly nodded. "Say it," he said in a firm tone.

"What?" I asked, a bit embarrassed.

"If you want me to do it, you'll have to ask me, Y/n," he said arrogantly.

"Chris," I said in a frustrated moan; I could see his smile widening, amused by the situation. He returned to plant another kiss on my still-clothed pussy. "I-I want you to make me come with your tongue," I said, almost inaudibly moaning.

"Anything you want, princess," he said satisfied before removing my panties. I lifted my hips to help him, and he placed a few kisses around my sensitive area before putting my legs over his shoulders and diving his head between my legs.

The upper part of my body leaned forward slightly at the sensation of his lips around my clit. Instinctively, my hand pressed into his long, wavy hair, and I couldn't control the soft moans that escaped me. "Y/n, quiet down; your parents will hear you," he said, chuckling against me before getting back to work.

His tongue applied pressure to my clit, driving me wild. One of his hands reached for my breasts to play with them, mainly to prevent me from squirming all over my desk, which kept creaking. He moved his tongue in circular motions, gradually increasing the speed. After a few seconds, I felt something new in my lower abdomen, as if it were knotting due to the pressure. My thighs started to tighten slightly around his face without me realizing it. When I lowered my eyes to look at him, I could see his beautiful blue eyes already fixed on me, admiring me as if I were his last meal.

My eyebrows furrowed when all this stimulation started to take over. "Chris," I struggled to say in a weak voice; it felt like I was about to faint. "Oh my—fucking god," I said, throwing my head back and covering my mouth with my hand.

Chris didn't stop; on the contrary, he accelerated his movements, and his grip on my breasts became much firmer. He started moaning between my legs, and the vibrations of his moans against my clit were enough to push me over the edge. My legs began to tremble. "Fuck—Chris," I said before reaching orgasm on his face.

He slowed down the movement of his tongue before completely stopping to let me ride out my orgasm. "I told you," he said, straightening up and using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, "less than 5 minutes."

I chuckled at his remark, "You never stop boasting, huh?" I said with a smile, and his hands came around my cheeks before placing a chaste kiss on my lips.

"Never," he said, smiling before I reconnected our lips, making him smile at my hungry kiss. "What do you want?" he asked, separating our lips.

"I want to pleasure you too," I replied, playing with his necklace. He licked his lips, looking into my eyes.

"Is that what you want?" he asked, pressing his pelvis against mine to make me feel his erection through his pants, and I nodded.

"Yes, that's what I want," I said with an innocent look.

He immediately reconnected our lips without waiting a second longer, then grabbed the back of my thighs to carry me to my bed.

He gently placed me at the edge of the bed before leaning forward to kiss me again. "If you want us to stop, let me know," I brought my hands to his belt to remove it while he looked at me with desire.

I lowered his pants and stared at his erect member. Suddenly, panic resurfaced. "You don't have to do this," he said, bringing his hand to my cheek.

I looked up to meet his reassuring gaze. "I don't know how to do it," I said timidly, "but I want to." I added, placing my hand on his thigh.

"Do what feels right, I'll guide you," he said, never taking his eyes off me, as I slid down his boxers to his ankles.

The apprehension and stress were still there, but it was too late; after all, I was already committed. I really wanted it; I was just terribly afraid of messing up. I stopped overthinking and took his member in my hand, giving him a look to make sure I wasn't doing anything wrong. He nodded to indicate I should continue. I began hesitant strokes with my hand, eliciting a moan from his mouth.

His hand came to caress the top of my head, and I threw him a last uncertain glance before taking him into my mouth. He flinched and took a step back when I started, and I immediately looked up at him in panic. "Sorry," I apologized embarrassedly.

"No, don't be. It's okay; you just need to avoid letting your teeth touch it. It's not very pleasant," he explained in a reassuring voice before coming back towards me.

I nodded, and this time, I made sure my teeth didn't touch him. His hand returned to my hair. "Yeah, like that," he moaned, making my pussy clench at the tone of his voice. I continued my movements with closed eyes. "You can use your hand for what you can't fit in your mouth," he said weakly, and I did as he instructed. I could feel how much he was holding back from thrusting into my mouth to avoid rushing me, and the muffled sounds from his mouth sent an electric shock to my pussy.

"Fuck, you need to stop," he said, throwing his head back. I pulled away and looked up at him, confused.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked, feeling lost.

"No, baby, you did a great job. It's just that I was about to come," he said, caressing my cheek and catching his breath.

"Oh," I said, chuckling. "Maybe you can come inside me?" I said without thinking, excited by the moment; I wanted more.

"Y/n," he said, diving his eyes into mine before I got up, grabbed the back of his neck, and kissed him again. "Is this really what you want?" he asked before reconnecting our lips.

"Please," I said pathetically, guided by my desires and excitement at that moment. My hands tangled in his hair, and his hands firmly gripped my hips.

"I don't have a condom, princess," he emphasized, smiling against my lips.

"I have..." I said timidly before heading to my bedside table to take out a new box of condoms.

A sly smile appeared, and I could already feel his remarks coming. So, before he had a chance to say anything, I cut him off, "I'm a virgin, not irresponsible, Chris," I said, rolling my eyes when I stood in front of him.

"I didn't say anything," he said, chuckling, before pushing me onto the bed and positioning himself above me to kiss me again. "Are you sure this is really what you want, Y/n?" he asked, directing his lips to my neck. "I don't want you to feel forced into anything. What we've done already is more than enough for now," he added.

"Jeez, Chris, stop talking," I said, chuckling, before grabbing his head between my hands to kiss him even more passionately than before.

"Are you that impatient?" he said, chuckling. "I need to stretch you a bit first, okay?" he said, directing his fingers towards my entrance. I simply nodded, and he pushed the first finger inside, prompting me to raise my head at the sensation. "Is it okay?"

"Yes, you can add another finger," I said, feeling my breath quicken. He inserted a second finger and began to move them in and out to stretch me.

"I wish your parents weren't here so I could hear you better, Y/n. You make beautiful sounds," he said, burying his head in my neck and curling his fingers inside me to stretch me further.

"Chris," I said, moaning and pulling slightly on his hair, "I need more."

"Do you think you're ready?" he asked, looking into my eyes. He had never looked at me like that before; his gaze was tender and caring.

"Yes," I replied, nodding. He grabbed a condom and opened it with his mouth. I could feel the pressure building, but I wasn't going to back down. I was going to do it; I was ready to do it.

He put on the condom and positioned himself at my entrance. "Tell me if you want me to stop, and I'll do it immediately," he said, and I nodded. "It might hurt a bit at the beginning if it's too much for you—"

"Chris, just do it," I said, cutting him off when I felt the stress overwhelm me.

He began to push slowly inside me, scrutinizing any sign of discomfort on my face. My eyebrows furrowed at the burning sensation when he started penetrating me. "Fuck," I said, glancing down to see what was happening between my legs before letting my head fall back on the pillow. He stopped halfway to make sure it wasn't too much for me. "Don't stop," I said, breathing quickly, and he resumed his advance until he touched the depth, prompting me to bury my head in his neck to muffle a moan.

"Are you okay?" he asked without moving from where he was.

"Yes, you can move," I said before he began to make slow thrusts. At first, it burned a little; it was uncomfortable, but with each subsequent movement, the pain transformed into pleasure.

"Oh my god, you're so tight, Y/n, fuckkk," he said, moaning against my lips. His thrusts gradually accelerated, and my hand gripped his bicep.

"It-feels good," I admitted, moaning softly and clenching my jaw.

"I've dreamt of this for so long; it's even better than in my dreams," he said, gripping onto my hips.

"You dreamed of this?" I asked him, confused, not knowing if he was being honest with what he was saying.

"Mhm," he simply hummed before lowering his free hand between our bodies to massage my clit. "You're mine now," he said in my ear, and my grip around his bicep tightened with the stimulation he was providing at that moment. His hip movements accelerated again, knotting my lower abdomen for the second time tonight. "Say it," he added in an authoritative tone.

"I'm yours, Chris," I said with the little strength I had left. My mind didn't know where to focus at that moment.

"Yes, and this pussy is mine too, Y/n," he said, moaning in my ear, driving me crazy. "I want you to cum again for me, princess," he said, accelerating his thrusts, yet still gentle and delicate.

My eyes rolled back, and my legs tightened around him. "Let go, princess," he said breathlessly. "Cum all over me." With his words, I threw my head back and started clenching around him. "Fuck, I can feel you clenching around me, baby," he said, burying his head in my neck, and I started to climax. I grabbed his hand, placing it over my mouth to muffle any noise, and shortly after, he climaxed too.

"Oh my god," I said before he let all his weight fall on me, moaning one last time.

"I never want to move from here," he said, smiling against my neck.

"You'll have to before my parents wake up," I said, chuckling. "It's already a miracle they didn't hear us," I said, running my hand through his hair.

He sat up and withdrew from me before tossing the condom into my trash bin. I sat up, covering myself with my blanket. "Will this happen again?" I asked him timidly, looking at him as he put on his boxers.

"Of course, it will, princess," he said, smiling, before sitting next to me and rubbing my thigh. "Can I stay a little longer?" he asked, locking his eyes with mine, and I nodded.

He settled next to me, pulling me close and gently running his hand over my curves. "Send me the exam tomorrow; I don't have class. I'll give you the answers," I told him, looking up at him.

"I thought this was bad, and good girls like you don't do these kinds of things," he said, chuckling and furrowing his brows.

"Good girls like me aren't supposed to sleep with bad boys like you," I replied, straddling him to be on top, and he sat up to kiss me.

"I told you I'd drive you crazy," he said, smiling against my lips.

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[n3ptoonz]

More Liu Kang smut???? Seriously I can’t find SHIT I will take literally ANYTHING

finally getting to this ask ty for your patience ;-;

'How to Train a Dragon'

THANKS FOR 500+!!❤️❤️❤️

cheers to 500 posts too!!

Pairing: Sub!Liu Kang/Titan!Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut; Explicit, GN!reader, m!multiple orgasms, hand job, reverse cowgirl, dominant reader, canon divergence, creampie

tell me this title don't go hard ‼️⁉️

dt: thank you @hungryhornet for the idea/prompt (it was simply sub liu kang. i couldn't let that go.)

Word count: 1.1k+

What do you think could bring a god to his knees? Or rather, who could bring a god to his knees? I think our answer is quite obvious.

Liu Kang's face was glistening from sweat. You've been edging him for thirty minutes now, but to him he has lost track of time. Ironic, isn't it? The Keeper of Time himself losing his train of thought over and over again as soon as your palm meets his warm, sensitive shaft. Fully erect and in just a bit of pain. But he actually liked that.

It's been eons upon eons since he has seen you. Oh how he longed for your touch. Your affection. Your love. Your attention having a healthy balance between your duties and him. He missed you so much. The constant pain of being reminded that the New Era version of you would never be you. He's had to endure looking this new you in the face and speaking to you like he didn't want to just grab and hold you close to him forever.

So now, of course, he holds no opposition to you taking your sweet time before he has to summon the other titans. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't play along.

His vision was cloudy as you were sitting behind him while your legs held his down in the comfort of his own bed. You were leaned over his shoulder leaving slow, light kisses on his jaw and jerking him off at the same time, humming to the tune of his muffled grunts and soft moans. He, on the other hand was using this opportunity to test his own discipline by leaving his wrists unbound limp resting on your knees so he doesn't try to take any control.

He did not think it would be this difficult. If he really wanted to he could break free and return the favor in a heartbeat, but where's the fun in that?

Again, it's been a long damn time since he's experienced intimacy. He didn't anticipate that he'd immediately buck his hips at a simple breath hitting his neck. Or his fists would tighten with great restraint at the sound of your soft voice so close to his ear.

He's missed you so fucking much.

You pumped him faster. You wanted to make him cum and fuck him already to get your fill. Perhaps literally. It's safe to say you missed him so, so much as well. The most powerful man in this timeline was wrapped around your finger, and neither of you ever thought you'd ever see each other again.

His eyes quickly shut and his fists tightened harder, if that was possible. A single tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek onto your hand as he got louder, then suddenly you feel an added liquid warmth spilling down your fingers. Who would've imagined after such a long time you'd be the first to ever hear Liu Kang...whimper?

You shushed him through his rather intense orgasm, slowing your hand down and wiping his tear with the other. After giving him a light kiss on the cheek you untangled your legs and slipped from behind him. He huffed as he caught his breath because knowing you, this definitely was not over.

His gaze was adoring. Watching you crawl on top of him like a demon about to take his soul. You settled over his lap and let yourself sink down onto all of him. He practically hissed from how sensitive the tip still was and the feeling of it being happily smothered by your insides. The goosebumps on both of your skin couldn't be any more obvious too. The long, lonely life of a Titan has paid off on different occasions, but this was a new level.

The steady pace had your hips sinking impossibly deep with each stroke. You wouldn't dare try to hold back your moans and shaky sighs since you both were owed that much. This time you let your hands run down his beautifully toned arms after caressing his chest, eventually pinning his hands above his head. His eyes visibly glossed over at this action as he let out a stifled groan. His chest heaving from fucking hot you look and feel against him.

His discipline was now going towards not cumming in the next 30 seconds. By the gods, you're making this so difficult. You slowed your moments slightly so you wouldn't either, this needed to be savored as much as possible. Who knows how long you'll be here before having to go back to your timeline and maybe have to only seen him a millenium later? He filled you perfectly, and you wrapped around him like a gift made just for him and him only.

You leaned down and kissed his jaw again, leaving small, light nibbles on his ear lobe and softly moaning next to his ear on purpose because you knew for a fact he loved the sound of your voice. And the fact that he could only rely on the mere memory of it was a whole other story.

He silently cursed and closed his eyes. Your Liu Kang just couldn't keep himself together under these conditions. These circumstances. The effect you had on him should be considered a nuclear weapon. He could die right now and be the most satisfied man that has ever lived in any universe.

When you lean back up, god, those eyes he gives you. The upturn of his eyebrows and breathless whimpers are the equivalent of bliss for eternity to you.

"You're going to be my beautiful demise..." he muttered as he bore his gaze into yours. You smiled at him before picking the pace up again. By now from the conjured moisture between you two, the lewd sounds of your ass meeting his gorgeous thighs were the only thing in the room. He thought it a good idea to slightly raise his hips so you could take more of him, as if you already weren't.

You were close, he was close, and the both of you silently agreed to reach climax together. You let his wrists go and placed them on the sides his head for balance. Your pace was quickly falling apart right as his swollen, still very sensitive tip kept brushing against your g-spot. He brought his hands up to your hips as soon as he could feel himself cum, smiling to himself when you let go at the same time. The way you clenched against him and moaned his name only made him keep going. His cum was practically leaking out of you; that must be what eons of pent up longing does to an individual. God or human.

After you two regained composure and took a quick shower--be mindful of why you're a Titan--you got dressed and just held each other for a few more moments before he took your hand in his. He took a deep breath and caressed your cheek with his free hand.

"Let us save the timelines. Together."

[blublublujk]

nobody knows

mini-series

word count: 3k

genre: established relationship (hard dom x slutty sub)

pairing: hoseok x reader and jungkook x reader

summary:

the older tends to stay up a bit longer than you and he doesn’t know if he’s gone mad or if he genuinely smells a different scent on you, but he does. he knows that scent so well, but he knows he must be going crazy. jungkookie? that virgin couldn’t fuck a girl even if she was sent on a silver platter to him.  hoseok shakes the thoughts out of his head and pulls you in closer, his grip is so tight, almost as if he’s trying to prove his point. he’d be damned if his slut was being used by anyone else than him.  but just how much were you willing to get away with? 

warnings: [please read if you are sensitive] hard dom hoseok!!, slutty sub reader!!, hoseok is not nice ok but he isn't terrible i promise, hoseok is extremely possessive, cheating involved but you would too so, explicit sexual content: rough sex, filming during sex, blowjob, sexual thoughts, virgin jungkook, voyeurism, falls between lines of dubious consent, sexting, breast play, nipple piercings, if i missed anything fuck me

a.n: hi there, it's me wanting to start something super unrelated to what i had in mind, but i've been going thru it again so please be easy and patient with me. i'll be dedicating whatever time i have on this for right now since i don't have the mental for something super creative and too long, i'm not really sure where this will go, it’s more like word rambling with no direction just seeing where this leads me, but please lmk if you have anything you wanna see. everything is lowercase because this is just gonna be super sloppy from start to finish. im gonna have fun with this so i hope you do too. see you next time!

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hoseok records everything because why wouldn’t he? he records absolutely everything because he wants to look back at old times and remember how desperate you became while slurping his dick down. every time you would pull away he would shove you back down, forcing you to deep throat. hoseok would bring the phone right up to your face, flashing light and all so he could get a good image of how pretty and wet your eyelashes would get. “stick it out for me baby, show the camera how you get.” 

obviously, you listen (you’re the best sub) and hoseok loves it. he loves the cockslut you turn into, how dumb you get whenever his dick is pulled from his baggy jeans. begging for him to fill your pathetic hole. sometimes he makes sure you spend weeks without it so you reminisce about how delicious he felt shoving himself brutally into your tight walls.  

hoseok couldn’t wait to show all the members to brag about how disciplined his little subby angel was, watch their expressions fall as you took him like the good girl you were, mouth slack and moaning like a bitch in heat for him. 

and when jungkook starts begging for a turn because he’s never experienced that with anyone in his life. how could he anyways! he was practically forced into the industry at such a young age and didn’t have any time to explore himself sexually. he’s extremely frustrated and wants to experience sex just once in his life!

jungkook begged just once for it, but hoseok hyung was so mean! he would force the younger to watch while he took you from the back and fucked you drunk. jungkook couldn’t do anything, but watch and whine. he would grow desperate hearing you through walls and sometimes even finding your slick-cum filled panties all over the dorm. 

the more he begged the more hoseok pulled back and continued to tease him about it. jungkook thought maybe he could never have you, but for the live shows from time-to-time were enough and the videos hoseok would take after cumming all over your pretty ass, claiming his bitch once and for all. jungkook lives with that for now. he can’t have you, but that is close enough. 

at the same time, hoseok doesn’t think he will ever share you. no questions asked, he’s just too mean, extremely possessive of what is his. he doesn’t share and will never fucking share. for as long as he lives, you will live off his cock and be thankful for all he gives you. 

but hoseok is an extremely hard worker, spending too much time in his studio and hours on end in the practice room. 

fortunately for you, it’s just enough time for the tricks up your sleeve. 

it started off like this, you would wait until you were sure hoseok was gone and didn’t plan on returning home until late. sometimes, he spent nights in his studio, one could never know being on hoseok’s time. 

given that information, jungkook always came home earlier than everyone else, privileges of being the youngest of all members. it’s not at all that he wasn’t hard working, the others simply worked too much and too hard. jungkook was much more lenient about his time and always allowed himself to rest when it was needed. that being said, it was too easy. 

“jungkookie?” 

when he doesn’t reply, you assume he’s either one, showering, or two he’s dozed off. either way, that simply won’t do. 

“jungkookie?” this time you are louder, knocking three times at his door. 

jungkook opens his door, hair disheveled and sleepy wide-eyed. “noona?”

“ah, sorry. i need some help.” jungkook can’t help the way he practically eats you with his gaze, though he tries to hide it. you were in the shortest shorts he’s ever seen and a tank that squeezed your breasts together. that boy would drool over it, if it wasn’t basically forbidden. hoseok made himself very clear, what’s his is his. 

“what can i help you with noona?” sweet and as respectful as ever, jungkook smiles even after you awaken him from his slumber. 

“i wanted to watch a movie in the living room, but for some reason the tv doesn’t wanna turn on. can you help me fix it?” your tone is short of suggestive, but jungkook is as innocent as ever. 

“of course noona, joon hyung probably messed with it this weekend and never bothered fixing it. you know how it is, let me see what i can do.” living in a condo with seven other men usually meant you would constantly run through problems as such. of course by now, you were used to it and nothing ever really bothered you anymore. they were all really kind and respectful of you, regardless of everything they have seen (hoseok really loves to show off what’s his and doesn’t give a damn what anybody thinks, you were perfect for him). whatever you needed or wanted, you would have it. all you had to do was open your mouth and any of the guys would run to the rescue. 

“thank you jungkookie, noona’s sorry for always bothering you.” you really aren’t. 

“nonsense noona! i’ll always do what i can to help you.” jungkook bends down to assess the tv more properly, and for a minute, he actually struggles finding the source of the problem. while he’s turned around, you shove your tank down, making sure your tits nearly hang out of the fabric, just enough to entice him, but he continued his search not bothering to turn back around. 

“jungkookie—” 

“a-ha! found the issue noona, the tv was just unplugged. joon hyung must have forgotten to replug it. all fixed!” jungkook turns back around, proud smile on his face.

“ah! silly me. i must have not noticed.” except for you did because twenty minutes ago, you unplugged it yourself to do exactly what you were about to do next. “well, i’ll let you rest now. don’t mind me. noona will be here watching a movie if you need anything. unless… you want to watch with me? noona’s very lonely these days.”

“what will you be watching?” the younger’s eyes narrow as if contemplating his answer. 

“iron man?” it comes off as a question, although somewhere along the lines you recall jungkook clearly expressing his love for the superhero. you couldn’t be too far off. 

his face immediately lights up. bingo. 

“of course, i’ll watch with you! i’ll be right back, let me bring some popcorn!” with that, he leaves you behind and you make yourself comfortable. thank god jungkook was so clueless, he had yet to even notice your questionable choice of clothing. you were practically selling yourself bare. his eyes dropped from time-to-time, but jungkook was super respectful. at least, he tried to be. 

“didn’t know if you preferred skittles or reeses pieces, but i brought both.” jungkook hands them off, soft smile on his face, his bangs nearly covering his eyes. 

“thank you jungkookie, make yourself comfortable!”

by his own means of comfortability, he plops himself at a very respectful distance from you, too respectful even and it frustrates you a bit, for now you settle that at least you've gotten this far. 

the movie starts off a bit slow for your liking, but jungkook seems to be enchanted by the damn film from the start, not once does he take his eyes off the stupid screen. mouth stuffed with fluffy popcorn as he sips on some soda. 

“want some?” he gestures at the bowl of popcorn and you quickly shake your head. jungkook turns his attention back to the screen and continues watching the movie happily. 

“it’s chilly no?” you say after some minutes, he doesn’t seem to notice you get a bit closer. stalking him like some predator. it’s really not chilly at all, but even if you were, your choice of clothing is not very helpful. 

jungkook pauses and shakes his head. “not really, i’ll bring you a blanket though!”

curse him for being so sweet and cute. at this rate, you’ll get nowhere and it’s frustrating as fuck. 

“here you go, noona. need anything else?” jungkook lays the blanket over you, covering you up entirely. for fuck sake, does he not get the hint. your outfit is practically useless now! 

“no, that’s all for now. thank you, kookie.” the boy melts away, he adores when he hears that nickname from his noona. one thing was for sure, hoseok was extremely lucky. 

the movie carries on and you almost fall asleep midway. from time-to-time, you hear a few audible reactions coming from jungkook. a few gasps here and there as if he hasn’t watched this movie ten thousand other times and you aren’t sure if your vision has gotten worse or if you saw jungkook tear up, he was quick to shake his tears away so you both go on acting as if nothing happened. 

your phone buzzes at some point in the movie and it could only be one other person. 

daddy: send nudes

me: can’t rn

daddy: why not? 

me: watching a movie

daddy: alone?

me: maybe :)

Well, it’s not like you were lying! what he doesn’t know won't kill him. 

daddy: behave baby, wouldn’t want me to tie you to the bedpost while i’m gone 

hoseok has threatened multiple times to do it and although he’s never done it outside of sex, it’s worrisome the way it turns you on. what you would do for a man to want you that much. 

hoseok has made it beyond clear, the members are completely off limits. you just can’t help yourself. 

me: daddy’s so mean :( 

daddy: yeah, the worst.  now do what i asked of you

me: yes daddy

“gonna use the restroom. need something?” jungkook watches as you walk away and quickly shakes his head no. although you can’t see him, you can feel a heavy gaze lingering as you leave the room. shame he doesn’t act on his lust and arousal, but what more can one expect from a nerdy virgin. 

with a couple flicks of your juicy tits, you send them over straight away with a simple kiss emoji and make your way back in no time. 

jungkook doesn’t even notice your presence until you clear your throat. he smiles at you before he turns his attention back. 

daddy: fuck look at you wanna bite those nipples off 

me: come do it i’m so horny daddy

daddy: yeah?  i’ll fuck it out of you this weekend

me: that’s too long, i want it now

daddy: that’s too bad isn’t it? 

me: why are you so mean :( 

daddy: i gotta go, behave  and don't play with yourself you know i don’t like my shit used 

though you are tempted to send the rolling eyes emoji, you hold it in for your sake, you prefer to keep your pussy intact, thank you very much. hoseok is strictly against pleasing yourself while he’s gone and you understand why to some degree. 

it’s like edging, the sex is just ten times better. you both are more horny, your pussy is much tighter— wetter. you're much needier, desperate even. he does it all for good reason, but what can he do about the fact that you just need a little more. maybe you truly are the slut he says you are and you are about to get what you need, one way or another. someone is bound to give it to you. men are dogs either way. 

you throw your phone aside and attempt to watch the movie again, cuddling yourself, though you much rather be bare and bouncing on dick. we can’t have everything in life, sadly. 

“kookie, noona’s still cold.” you say with one last attempt at this. if he really doesn’t break this time, what else can you fucking do. you’ve already thrown yourself bare and he barely moved. 

“oh? should i get another—” jungkook’s words die at his throat when he feels you lay on his chest, your ass sits on his thigh and he nearly chokes on spit. “n-noona.”

“this will work just fine jungkookie, thank you.” 

if hoseok knew the reality of the situation, he would kill you. that itself accelerates you more than anything. 

jungkook is a bit awkward at first, but he eventually comes through and starts getting comfortable himself, even going as far as laying a hand on your back. 

for a few minutes it stays like that, a bit too quiet for your liking, but you could hear his calming breaths as they leave his body. he smells so fresh, a bit of lavender detergent. god, you want to rip him out of his clothes and show him a good time, if only he let you or much better asked you. 

“noona, something is stabbing me. sorry can you?” 

with a confused expression, you pull off and his eyes land on the exact issue. you almost fail to hide the smile creeping its way on your face. 

“oh! sorry, that’s my nipple piercings.” 

jungkook immediately goes red and starts coughing. “oh! no sorry it’s okay, yeah i’m sorry.” 

“have you ever seen nipple piercings in person kookie?” 

jungkook just shakes his head, cheeks still burning pink. “i know jimin-hyung has them, but he doesn’t show them off like that.” 

oh? that was news to you. you’re intrigued, but for now you handle what is in front of you. 

“ah, wanna see?” 

jungkook’s eyes almost fall out of his head. “w-what about hoseok-hyung?” 

“it’s not like we are doing anything wrong? i can just show you quickly, you know, for scientific purposes.” please let this work, you were on your last chance. 

“o-okay.” jackpot. 

you start by lowering one strap and jungkook’s breath hitches as he watches very closely as more skin becomes uncovered. carefully, you pull at both straps until they have fallen and your tits bounce deliciously as they drop from your flimsy tank. 

jungkook stopped breathing seconds ago, without thinking he pokes at the rod of steel, big-eyes curious and full of stars. “is that?”

“bunnies.” you smile at him sweetly. “they’re little bunnies, just like you.” 

without another word said, jungkook clears his throat and turns red. “i- i’m sorry. i shouldn't have touched.” 

you shrug. “it’s okay, i didn’t mind.” 

“does it hurt?” the younger asks while still not being able to take his eyes off. iron man be gone. 

“no, not at all. you can touch, if you want.” 

jungkook seems to contemplate it for a few seconds before his hand covers yours, holding the perfect mounds of flesh in his palms. he thumbs your piercings in awe, he didn’t even know those types of piercings existed. 

for a few seconds, he does just that. he caresses your soft bare skin, barely putting any pressure as he squeezes them. he’s definitely getting a bit handsy and carried away, but who are you to call his attention. plus you don’t mind one bit, in fact this is exactly what you wanted and you got it. 

it ends as soon as it starts. jungkook lets go of your breasts and shyly looks away. he allows for you to tuck them back inside before he looks back over. “t-thank you, noona.”

“of course.” any time is stuck in your throat, but you bite your tongue and instead watch the movie like you both are supposed to be doing. 

the movie resumes as if nothing happened and it eventually ends. you can’t even be disappointed because you got farther than you thought you would have, but tonight you’ll sleep a bit more comfortably. 

“thank you for watching with me jungkookie, see you tomorrow. goodnight.” just as jungkook is about to reply, he feels a soft kiss on his cheek and he freezes once more. the younger’s face instantly flushes and it takes him so long to form words together. jungkook doesn’t believe his luck or is this his punishment? maybe he’s going insane. 

“goodnight.” he breathes out before you slip out of his hands and into your room. a room you share with his hoseok-hyung, god if he ever knew, he would kill you both. 

jungkook sleeps with one eye open that night, feeling guilty and a bit ashamed. he doesn’t even jerk off like he normally does, tossing and turning all fucking night. it’s not his fault, is it? he doesn’t know what he was doing anyways. he’s a total loser and he feels like one. 

in another room, you aren’t even sure what time hoseok makes it back home, but you do feel the instant he roughly pulls you against his body. flush end against his front, he’s super cold from being out so late so you feel yourself shiver in his hold. you aren’t sure if you are shivering because of that or because you’re scared he’ll smell jungkook’s calming scent all over you. who are you kidding though, he won’t. you’ll be fine and it’s definitely all in your head, that’s what you get for trying your luck. 

hoseok remains quiet as he takes a huge whiff of your hair and kisses down your throat gently. his hand is heavy on your stomach, rubbing circles. 

“daddy?” 

“go back to sleep baby.” hoseok’s voice is deep and firm as he whispers and that eases you back to sleep. 

the older tends to stay up a bit longer than you and he doesn’t know if he’s gone mad or if he genuinely smells a different scent on you, but he does. he knows that scent so well, but he knows he must be going crazy. jungkookie? that virgin couldn’t fuck a girl even if she was sent on a silver platter to him. 

hoseok shakes the thoughts out of his head and pulls you in closer, his grip is so tight, almost as if he’s trying to prove his point. he’d be damned if his slut was being used by anyone else than him. 

but just how much were you willing to get away with? 

[ailithnight]

*Whoops. Forgot to title and link previous chapters. Fight me, I just woke up.

A King in Arkham

Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

"Tim. Tim you have to get me copies of this footage." Tim is not surprised by the request. In fact, the 'Sure' is already on his tongue when he pauses, a thought creeping into his head, seeded by the notification Tim really hopes Jason isn't paying attention to in the bottom corner of the computer.

"One condition."

"Fuck you, I knew you'd want something. What? You want my cookies? Coffee? For Red Hood to go on camera singing praises for Red Robin? I'll fuckin do it. Just send me the god damn clips."

"Nope, nope, and tempting, but no."

"Name your price, Replacement. I'll pay it."

"Swear you aren't going to go rush in and extract the kid until we're done investigating him."

"What!? Fuck that! I told you was pulling him out next chance I get!" Tim lets himself groan in annoyance.

"Look, anyone that could do that-" Tim gestures to the part of the screen where they'd pulled up The Joker's medical reports following the incidents, showing pictures and descriptions of just how thoroughly Daniel had beat his ass 3 weeks in a row, "without getting so much as a scratch or fucking bruise in return, has got something going on. There may well be a reason they sent him to Arkham!"

Jason's eyes narrow at Tim as he all but growls, "No reason is good enough to put-"

"A fifteen year old in Arkham. I fucking know that, Hood. But we still need to know exactly who we're dealing with when we get him out. What his deal is. If his dangerous. What the hell was so wrong with him that someone thought it was a good idea to stick him in there to begin with."

"He could get hurt while we're sitting on our asses trying to satisfy fuckin Bat paranoia!"

"He took down the Joker! Clearly he can take care of himself."

"Then who has been hurting him!?"

"Maybe him fucking self!" Tim knew he was pushing it. The green growing stronger in Jason's eyes was proof. But he needed to buy them some time before Jason made thing exponentially harder by storming the castle. Still, now he needed to calm Jason down before he went into a full rage. So Tim held up his hands placatingly.

"A few days, Jay. Just give us a few more days. I'm already almost through the Arkham reports, and there are only a handful from Chicago and Oracle is probably going to announce any minute now that she got through the communications blackout around his home town. We just need a bit more time to sort out intel so that we actually know how to help him once we get him out."

Finally, after a tense 34 seconds, green fades back into blue and Jason let's out a heavy sigh.

"Fine. But I get to tell the Bat about Daniel's discipline slips. Wanna see his fuckin face when I do."

"Deal." Tim hurriedly puts a comm in as Jason watches with narrowed eyes.

Batman.

Red Robin. Ready to fill me in?

Not yet, you're about to be busy. I isolated a pattern earlier. Exactly 15 minutes before the locks malfunction, there's been a strange power surge. Always written off. But the surge doesn't seem to be coming from the grid. And like I said, exactly 15 minutes later is when the locks malfunction.

Jason huffs as he catches on. Apparently he hadn't thought to question why Tim was so desperate to buy time before.

Robin responds, since he's on stakeout with Bruce. Mostly because Bruce won't let him watch the asylum alone. Much as the kid hates it, the rest of the family agrees. It's only a matter of time before someone in max security manages to take advantage of theses malfunctions. So far Croc is the only one who had, though thankfully he's not one to start shit on his own. But with Joker, Scarecrow, and TwoFace all inside; any one of them, or god forbid all three, could make for a real bad situation.

Tt. So you can tell before a malfunction happens.

Think so. Last power surge was 8 minutes ago.

And you are only telling us now, why Drake?

Codenames.

Cause he spent those 8 convincing me not to go get our kid out yet.

6 minutes. See if you can stop things before they start.

I'm not far out. Want me to join you?

Tt. I doubt we'll need your assistance, Signal. We shall be done before you get here.

No wait. Signal, head in. See if you can get a read on 26B.

You think he might be meta?

Hood?

Jason glares at Tim betrayed.

"I wanted to see his fuckin face."

Tim just waves him off.

"They need to know. You tell them or I do."

Boys

Jason scowls, but relents.

He put the Joker in the infirmary on his 1st, 7th, and 15th days there. All 3 times took no damage himself. Feral child had to be pulled off and still didn't stop struggling till the clown was out of sight.

All 3 assaults followed by panic attacks, though whether about the Joker himself or what Daniel had done to him, we don't know yet.

The comms were silent for a moment.

A 15 year old...

Did what you've never had the balls to old man.

...I've fought the Joker.

Daniel hits first.

Hnn

I will admit, it is impressive that he can take the Joker down alone. Perhaps he will make for a worthy brother after all.

4 minutes.

We're moving in. Thank you Red Robin, Hood.

The fuck are you thanking me for?

For helping. And giving us time to work this out.

ETA 7 minutes out. Be with you shortly.

.

The advanced warning proved invaluable for Batman and Robin. After alerting the chief of security of their supposed pattern, he had guards already in motion when the doors swung open. Batman took a perch to watch for max security escapees while Robin assisted the guards in keeping inmates corralled. Many didn't even bother to leave their designated areas, having already seen the Bats in the building.

No sign of any max security inmates. Normally, Batman would find this concerning. And while he did file it away to ponder later why no one from max security ever seemed to make it out of that wing, for today he counted the blessing that he would not have to try to keep Robin safe while dealing with someone like the Joker.

Batman tracked motion through the crowds, watching as a black mop of hair moved, seemingly otherwise unnoticed, through the sea of people. He thought to move in to direct the person back towards where people were being herded to, but the small figure merely walked towards the B wing and entered one of the far cells. That gave Bruce a sneaking suspicion of which patient that was. He moved to get a closer look as Signal swooped in.

"Where is he?"

"I believe he just went into his cell. This way." Batman led Signal to the cell he'd seen that tiny person enter. It was indeed 26B and there was indeed a small, too small, frail looking boy lying on the bed there. A red blotch had appeared under his left eye even though Bruce was certain there had been no injury there as the boy had crossed the hall.

Signal froze beside him, breath stuttering. The boy briefly glanced at them through the corner of his eye, mouth twitching into a brief frown. Then his eyes turned back to the ceiling and his face smoothed out. Bruce couldn't help but reach out.

"Hello." The boy said nothing. Signal opened and closed his mouth, seeming to try to say something, but unable to get words out. Batman wondered what he must be seeing. "You seem hurt. Do you need help?" Eyes flickered back to him and away just as quickly.

"Nothing you can help with Mr. Batman." And oh, how Bruce hated the kid's voice. So quiet and so so hollow. Bruce's mind flashed to his children, imagining any them speaking with such emptiness. His heart clenched, wondering what could have happened to this boy to have snuffed the life out of him so young.

Duke found his voice again, just as the doors buzzed and swung shut again.

"What are you?" Bruce frowned, looking at his latest. Who was looking, as Bruce tracked his gaze, not at Daniel but at the space just above him. Daniel himself seemed to take interest all of a sudden, breaking away his upward gaze to roll his head and look at them. Confusion plain on his face, the first hint of life shining dimly in his eyes.

"Signal? Signal, what do you see?" Batman asked. Robin materialized beside them. The daytime hero stepped forward, then back, light sparking and fizzling around his fingertips.

"There's something in there with him."

Daniel looked back up, where Signal still had his gazed trained on something Batman couldn't see. Even Robin seemed confused, though he no doubt trusted Signal's meta sight.

"Don't worry," Daniel murmured, "S'just a ghost. She can't hurt you."

This 'ghost' seemed unhappy either with the teen's words or this turn of events. Daniel's head snapped back to the side again, causing Batman and Signal to wince while Robin watched stoically. 4 red scratches appeared on Daniel's right cheek, as though he had been backhanded by someone with clawlike nails. A light chill brushed through him and Signal tensed, then relaxed, his gaze finally turning from the emptiness above Daniel to the boy himself. Batman took that as a sign that the... entity, was gone.

Daniel did not react to the obvious abuse from an invisible assailant. He mechanically turned his head back, once more dead and glazed eyes returning to the cracks in the ceiling of his cell. "You should go now. The guards will come around soon to make sure I'm still here."

Bruce wanted so badly to say 'Don't worry, we'll get you out of here.' But Batman was more restrained than that. He would get the child out. But he would have a plan first. For now, Bruce placed a hand each on the shoulders of Duke and Damien, guiding them away. Only when they were back outside did Bruce let them go. Only when they were perched on a rooftop half a block away did Batman pause.

"Robin, report."

"No escaped inmates and no sign of any from maximum security."

"Good. Signal, any information on what you saw in there." Duke rubbed at his eyes.

"A ghost, I guess? I don't know. It was weird. She didn't really have an aura. It was more like, an absence of aura. Like she was a black hole, drawing all the light in."

Even behind the domino, Bruce could tell Damien rolled his eyes.

"And what of the patient, Thomas? Was he not the one you were sent to look at?" Batman bit back the reprimand for codenames, more interested in Signal's response. Signal seemed to think for a moment, then shook his head.

"He definitely had a pretty distinct aura. It... felt powerful. But it looked weak. Dim. When the ghost... struck him, it flared up a bit, but died back down almost instantly. I... I get the feeling he was holding it back. Almost like he was afraid of it. Of himself."

"Hnn. Good job Signal. Robin. You two are welcome to head back to the cave. I'll take the rest of this Arkham shift."

At that moment, the comms crackled to life.

Actually B, you may want to come in, also. Arkham should be fine. And I found why they sent the kid there.

[gigidragonbbxxx]

The Dark Side of Loass + motivation

I was on my daily reddit scroll while sipping my morning coffee when I saw something extremely disgusting on my homepage.

It was a manifestation success story by a man who claimed to have manifested his "perfect" gf - the kicker? She's underaged and he is a fully grown man.

The post has been deleted but the original poster's account is still up, as is his comment history. In his comments he details how he essentially used SATS and shot a message to someone he saw in discord. Apparently she is 15, lives with him due to an abusive situation, and yes they are s******y active. Apparently he treats her very well (he even mentioned bringing her to school YUCK) and buys her a lot of stuff and she's happy.

Let me make this clear:

a girl in an abusive home situation is not "saved" by an adult man taking advantage of it in the guise of "improving" her life situation while subjecting her to doing physical things she cannot consent to because she is not a damn adult.

I did some digging and it was not very long until I saw his first-ever comment about it and it was worse than I thought. I was trying to give the benefit of the doubt like maybe he visualized for a perfect gf and he didn't know she was a minor. Well, that says more about me than anything bc yes I found out that he had specified that he wanted her underaged. He literally says in the comment "specifcs that could get me in trouble". He made a lot of comments about her body, etc. and quite literally said something along the lines of "I'm her savior and shes my obsessed loving gf". Keep in mind...one of the titles this man used (he posted twice in diff subreddits) was "I manifested a s** s****e". So. Yup. He's a whole p*do.

I will not be sharing links as I don't want to give that horrible man any more traction but if you read all that and said to yourself, but Gigi whats that got to do with the dark side of the law of assumption? and why would you say there's a dark side to it?

The truth is that the law isn't dark at all, the evil part of the law is the people who use it for evil.

This is why good things can happen to horrible people.

This is why you see villains win.

They may have an amazing self-concept OR they just are under the assumption that NO MATTER HOW HORRIBLE THEY ARE THEY GET WHAT THEY WANT EVEN IF ITS FUCKED UP AND MORALLY TWISTED.

It's why you see nepo babies who aren't talented get shit handed to them - THEY EXPECT IT BECAUSE OF WHAT? WHO. THEY. ARE. SO CHANGE YOUR INNER SELF. EMBODY THAT CONFIDENCE.

This is why I wanted to share that story with you, it is to motivate you: if you know you're a better person than that horrible man, WHY CAN'T YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU WANT TOO?

Shouldn't you deserve even more for being good?

Stop thinking you don't deserve things bc guess what? People who are genuinely criminals are out here manifesting - so stay on your zoom and FOCUS. SATURATE. DISCIPLINE. COMMIT.

and let's all collectively agree to pray for that girl. I'm honestly gonna affirm that she gets saved and ends up in a situation where she is protected, loved, and away from predators.

Do not let evil win. Use it to remind yourself that the law is about BELIEF not FEELING.

with a heavy heart, xx, gigi

[drdemonprince]

don’t know if this is relevant to your ask box, but I thought you might find it interesting.

I’m a 20 yr old trans man who’s just started an ongoing thing with a new Dom, who is over twice my age. I’m currently finishing up my second year at uni, and he’s, you guessed it, also the, uh…. academic sort.

He’s a busy guy so obviously we can only meet up every once and a while, but we text almost every day. From the beginning he was always curious about my school endeavours, but recently it’s become more of a thing.

He won’t let us meet until certain assignments are done. He’s flexible and understanding, like any good dom, but holy shit this man had me at a cafe for ten hours on 40mg of vyvanse writing my final essay like my life depended on it. I didn’t even know who I was, motivated by the pure need to please and, quite frankly, desperate desire to be absolutely taken and used. This man has “cured” my ADHD (not really, but damn well is he fucking helping it).

I think the point I’m getting at here it that I can’t believe it took the motivation of my D/s relationship to get me to get shit done. Like, I’m done DAYS before the deadline for things I usually would have left last minute. I’ve been honest with my struggles with motivation and difficulties taking care of myself, and he is genuinely invested in my well-being so I know it all comes from a place of care and respect.

At the moment I’m working on my final short film for a class, and he told me to make a list of all the foley sounds I thought would help drive the narrative (he knows I love making lists, it’s also the autism), and as probably one of the best rewards for my good behaviour, he shared with me a collection of audio files (he dabbles in audio mixing) that were relevant to the list I shared. Can you believe this??!!

All these studentxprof fics are getting it wrong. Sometimes nothing comes between a teacher’s genuinely investment in student learning (if they enjoy what they do, like he does) and that is absolutely true in this case. Absolutely unbelievable this is my life right now. Would love to hear your thoughts on this!

This sounds so fucking sweet and HOT anon! I'm so glad you're having an exciting time with an older dom who cares about you and helps you meet your goals! And the phrasing of this guy making you write for hours on vyvanse is especially titilating...making it sound like an intox scene omg drool

ADHDers are generally very socially motivated, which is not rare for human beings at all. It makes sense that having the external structure that an outside observe can provide and the sense that your actions actually matter to other people and that people care about you would help facilitate you focusing on shit and getting organized! Not to mention how much fuckin easier it is to perform any kind of household task or bit of drudgery once it becomes sexual service. Shit gives boring regular life a charge of excitement, and the abdication of power gives you the discipline to actually follow through, because you're not the only one on the hook for everything and that's less scary!

I have nothing much more to say other than this rules and I hope you keep having a fun time!

[dreamwritesimagines]

Garden of Secrets [22] - Freesia

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Thanks so much to @theskytraveler​ for helping me with the chapter!

Summary: Family requires loyalty.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, slow burn.

Word Count: 3300

Series Masterlist

Well.

This was quite awkward.

You had spent the entire morning hiding in the library, just staring at the page of the book you had randomly chosen without even paying attention to it. After two hours, you checked the clock on the wall and put your book down, then got off the sofa to peek your head out the door.

No sign of Benedict.

You made your way down the hallway to get to your room but as soon as you reached your door, Benedict’s door opened and he stepped out of his room, making you freeze in your spot.

Oh God damn it.

“Benedict,” you breathed out and he paused for a second, then offered you a hesitant smile.

“Y/N,” he said. “Hello.”

“Hello,” you said. “It’s…it’s such a lovely surprise to see you.”

He tilted his head. “We live in the same house?”

“Yeah!” you nodded fervently. “Yeah I know, I just thought you weren’t home for some reason.”

“I was just leaving,” he motioned at outside. “I’m meeting Anthony and Colin so…”

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to do that by the way, you know?”

Your eyes shot up to his. “Do what?”

“You don’t have to hide in the library until I leave.”

“Oh I wasn’t!” you lied in a haste. “It’s just that Bess mentioned this book last night, and apparently we have it as well. It’s quite an exciting book.”

Benedict raised his brows.

“Ah,” he said. “Of course.”

A silence fell upon you and you shifted your weight from one foot to other.

“But um,” you swallowed thickly. “Benedict, about last night—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he said and you pulled your brows together.

“What?”

“Just because I love you doesn’t mean…” Benedict trailed off, making your heart skip a beat. “Well, you’re not obliged to say or feel anything back so we don’t need to play this whole hide-and-seek.”

You took a deep breath, your heartbeat getting faster.

“I thought you wouldn’t want to see me,” you admitted. “After last night.”

A soft smile curled his lips and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I always want to see you.”

You blinked a couple of times. “But—”

“Jesus Christ Ben, I thought we said one o’clock!” Colin’s voice echoing in the hallway cut you off, making you turn your head to see him by the top of the stairs. “Are all the clocks in your house broken or something?”

“Hello Colin,” you said and he smiled at you.

“Hello Y/N. Can we borrow him?”

“I’m standing right here,” Benedict reminded you both and you repressed a grin while Colin shrugged.

“You’re also married,” he pointed out. “Which means you’re dead, basically.”

“I’ll remind this to you when you get married.”

Colin made a face. “Never.”

“See I used to think the same—”

“Your lack of self-discipline and inability to keep your promises don’t really concern me,” Colin said, making Benedict roll his eyes. “Says more about you and not me.”

“Alright,” Benedict muttered and turned to you. “I’ll see you before the ball tonight?”

“The ball?” you asked and snapped your fingers. “Oh. That.”

“Oh everyone is going to be there,” Colin said. “I’m honestly not looking forward to it.”

“Even if Miss Marina is there?” you asked and Benedict chuckled.

“That’s a good question.”

“One that I’m not answering,” Colin stated. “Have a nice day Y/N. Come on Ben.”

“See you tonight!” you said as Colin walked away and Benedict smiled at you before following him. You bit down on your lip.

“He wants to see me,” you muttered to yourself with a smile and a giggle escaped from your lips before you made your way to your room.

                                                 *

Even you had to admit that the ball was quite impressing, and it wasn’t only because the garden on your way to the house was very beautiful. Everyone seemed to be having fun, Daphne and her suitor Duke Hastings seemed to be in a deep discussion at the far away corner of the ballroom while Charlotte danced with Mr. Bayford on the dance floor along with other couples. You tried not to laugh at the frustrated look on Anthony’s face and while you chatted with Josie and Bess and sipped your drink.

“I happen to think that Rome is a wonderful idea,” Bessie said and you nodded.

“I don’t really know much about Rome except that it has a lot of art to be honest,” you said. “I just figured um—I just figured that Benedict would like it.”

She gave you a soft smile and heaved a sigh.

“I still can’t believe you’re in love,” she said, pressing a hand over her chest. “Right Josie?”

“It was a shock to hear, I admit.”

“And you make each other so happy, it’s so obvious!”

You nibbled on your lip, looking down at your glass for a moment before raising your glances at her.

“I’m not so sure about that actually,” you admitted and Josie frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not so sure I make him happy,” you muttered, rubbing at your wrist with your free hand and Bess and Josie exchanged glances before Josie cleared her throat.

“Bess, could you…”

“Oh I’d better check where Andrew is,” she said, snapping her fingers. “I’ll be back!”

She walked away from you two and Josie turned to you, tilting her head.

“What is happening?”

You shrugged your shoulders and shook your head.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I’m confused I think.”

“About Benedict?”

You nodded.

“What is it?” she asked. “Marital problems?”

“In a way.”

“Care to explain?”

“I just,” you trailed off, swirling your drink in your glass. “Benedict is a very nice person, and I’m—I’m a bit…”

“Reticent.”

You let out a laugh. “That’s one word for it.”

She raised her glass slightly. “Sounded nicer than venomous.”

“I appreciate it Josie,” you grumbled and she let out a laugh.

“Come on,” she said. “Tell me what it is.”

You took a deep breath before sipping your drink. “Do you ever wake up and think you don’t deserve Bess?”

“Every single morning.”

Your head shot up. “What?”

“Are you jesting?” she asked. “Of course I don’t deserve Bess, have you met her? She’s the most perfect woman in the entire world.”

“So it’s normal?” you asked back and she pulled her brows together.

“It is if you’re also trying to be the kind of person who deserves the one you love,” she said. “Did you two have a fight or something? Because I can go over there and threaten him—”

“No!” you said, shaking your head. “Don’t. It’s… it’s not a fight but it’s something.”

“Bad something?”

“Confusing something.”

Josie rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s not a surprise.”

“Why not?” you asked with a frown and she scoffed.

“Maybe because you’ve spent your whole life thinking you would absolutely hate your husband and it turns out you love him?”

You opened your mouth to retort but then pressed your lips together, remembering that Josie was supposed to believe you were head over heels for Benedict as well.

“Uh huh,” you said. “Yeah, sure.”

Josie narrowed her eyes. “Clover.”

“Hm?”

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”

You made yourself busy by taking a sip of your drink. “I already told you—”

“No, there’s something else.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I know how you get when you’re hiding something,” she reminded you. “So tell me. What is it, really?”

“Josie—”

“Y/N?” Anthony’s voice reached you and you whirled around on your heels.

“Anthony,” you said, desperate to get away from Josie and her observing skills, “Hello!”

“Hello, I was wondering—”

“Yes I can talk to you right now,” you said. “Sorry Josie!”

Josie shot you a disbelieving look but you grabbed Anthony by the arm to pull him away from her and walked away with him to the window.

“You really didn’t have to cut your conversation short.”

“Yes I did,” you said as you grabbed a drink from the tray a footman was carrying after thanking him and putting your empty glass on the tray as well. “What were you going to ask?”

“Have you seen Benedict?”

“Yeah he’s with Colin,” you said. “He took him outside.”

Anthony frowned. “Took him outside?”

“To get some air, he’s had one too many,” you said, holding up your glass and Anthony pulled back slightly.

“Colin?”

You shrugged your shoulders. “It happens.”

“Any particular reason?”

“I’d share with you if you and I were on better terms but we’re not, so go ask him.”

Anthony’s frown deepened. “Better terms? We’re family.”

“By marriage,” you pointed out. “And let’s not pretend you ever approved of me, so…”

“That doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah it doesn’t matter to me,” you said with a scoff. “But I mean, you and I both know you’d much prefer Benedict didn’t marry me.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“You absolutely did say that—on the other hand, I don’t think you’d prefer him to marry Lottie either,” you mused and his head shot up.

“I beg your pardon?”

You arched a brow. “Please. I’m not as blind as your family.”

“What do you—”

“What I’m very curious about is how Benedict can’t see it,” you said, ignoring the shock etched on his features. “He’s pretty observant in general but not this time it seems.”

“Y/N…”

“Don’t look so horrified, you’d be surprised at how good I am at keeping secrets,” you said and nodded in the direction of Charlotte who was talking to Mr. Bayford now that the dance was over. “But she’s not going to be unmarried forever, you do know that right?”

“I—she—” Anthony stammered and cleared his throat in an attempt to pull himself together. “Charlotte is a family friend.”

You made a face. “Anthony, just because I dislike you doesn’t mean I’m oblivious to how you look at her.”

“Why do you dislike me so much?”

“I’d love to give you a list but the ball ends at midnight so we don’t have enough time to delve into that,” you pointed out. “That being said, I think you should make your move before someone else snatches her up, say Mr. Bayford.”

Anthony stole a look at them and turned to you.

“Even if I were to humor this disillusion of yours, which I’m not,” he added in a haste. “Charlotte would never consider me as such.”

You turned to him to see him better and rolled your eyes.

“I’m so glad Benedict got the smarts in the family,” you said in a mocking sweet tone. “Among the brothers at the very least.”

Anthony blinked a couple of times, staring at you.

“Did she…” he rasped out. “Did Charlotte say something to you?”

“There you two are,” you heard Benedict’s voice before you could even answer Anthony’s question and turned around to smile at him.

“And you’re back.”

“I am,” he said with a grin, “So is Colin, he’s around here somewhere. Probably with Daphne, she’s nowhere to be seen.”

“Excuse me,” Anthony muttered as if he couldn’t hear a word you or Benedict said and walked out of the ballroom in a haste. Benedict frowned.

“What was that about?” he asked and you shrugged your shoulders, trying to repress a grin.

“I have no idea,” you said. “Probably needed some fresh air as well, that’s all.”

                                                  *

By the time you got home, it was almost midnight. A lot of other guests were still in the ballroom, including Lottie and your family, but Anthony and Daphne seemed to have left the ball without letting anyone know. After the events of last night you were tired but also quite restless, so when you walked through the front door to enter the foyer, it took you a moment to gather up your courage as the butler took your coat and walked away from you two.

“Benedict?”

He turned his head. “Hm?”

“I didn’t know.”

A look of confusion appeared on his face. “Sorry?”

“What you said last night,” you said before you could change your mind. “About how…how it was killing you to pretend. I didn’t know.”

His eyes flitted over your face before he nodded.

“That’s alright.”

“It’s not though,” you said and cleared your throat. “I know I can be difficult sometimes.”

He let out a noise of disagreement. “Difficult is a bit harsh.”

“It really isn’t,” you said and took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling to think of the right words. “I’m not very good at listening to people when they’re explaining something to me, but I’m working on it.”

A soft smile curled his lips as you rubbed at your wrist.

“And I’m sorry,” you managed to say. “It wasn’t fair to you, how I reacted. Or how I didn’t see it before.”  

“You don’t have to apologi—”

“Yes I do,” you cut him off and offered him a small smile. “I can’t say I like it, but I do.”

His soft smile widened, that fond light shining in his eyes.

“Well in that case your apology is accepted,” he said. “And appreciated as well.”

You let out a laugh. “Oh both?”

“Mm hm, both.”

“Well I appreciate you appreciating my apology—” you started but before you could finish your sentence, someone knocked on the door, making you look at each other.

“It’s midnight,” you muttered as he went to open it.

“Anthony?”

“I need to talk to you,” he said and nodded at you. “Hello Y/N.”

“Is everyone alright?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Ben, a word?”

Benedict frowned at him but then turned to you.

“Please excuse us darling,” he said and stepped outside with him, leaving you in the foyer. Even though you were dying to hear what it was about, you had a feeling it was about what you had told him at the ball and knowing Anthony, he was probably having something close to an emotional enlightenment, at least as close as one would get after spending so much time completely clueless about his own emotions.

It didn’t even take them five minutes before Benedict entered the house again to find you sitting on the marble stairs, taking your bracelet off. You looked up at him as he stepped closer to you and crouched down so that you could see him better.

“I uh…” he cleared his throat. “Anthony needs me.”

“Now?” you asked. “Benedict, it’s the middle of the night.”

“I know,” he said. “But he has this thing and I need to be there for him.”

“Is everyone alright though?”

“Oh yes,” he said quickly and nodded. “Sure.”

“Then what is it about?”

He shook his head. “It’s a long story,” he said. “I’ll tell you later, alright?”

“Tomorrow?” you insisted and he licked his lips, then nodded again.

“Sure,” he said. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

He swallowed thickly, his blue eyes searching yours.

“I love you,” he said. “If I’m not here tomorrow morning, just know that.”

You pulled your brows together. “Why would you not be here tomorrow morning?”

He paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

“You know Anthony,” he said, “I don’t know how long it will take, that’s all.”

Well, if Anthony was going to tell Benedict about how he had been in love with Lottie all these years, you had a feeling that conversation would last until the morning as well.

He stood up and leaned in to press a kiss on top of your head, his lips staying there a second longer than you expected before he pulled back and walked out of the house without so much as a glance back. You pulled your brows together, trying to ignore the way your heart skipped upon him kissing your hair.

“Men…” you muttered to yourself and stood up, then walked upstairs to your room.

                                                       *

You woke up to Paula knocking on your door gently before opening it to peek her head in.

“Ma’am?”

You sat up in the bed, rubbing at your eyes. “Yes?”

“Miss Harlowe is here, waiting for you in the drawing room.”

You turned to look at the clock on the wall and frowned slightly before pushing the covers off of you.

“Now?”

“Yes,” she said. “Shall I help you get dressed?”

“Mmm, maybe later,” you said as you grabbed your dressing gown to put it on. “It’s just Charlotte, it’s alright. Thank you though.”

She dropped a curtsy before walking away and you tied the robe of your dressing gown, then checked your reflection in the mirror and left your bedroom. You took a peek into Benedict’s bedroom through the half open door but he wasn’t there, which meant he was probably still with Anthony—

Oh that was why Charlotte was here.

Benedict had apparently encouraged Anthony to confess his feelings the first thing in the morning and she was here to tell you about it.

“Y/N!” she stopped pacing in the room and came to hug you. “I’m sorry to have woken you up but I couldn’t wait.”

“Don’t be silly,” you waved a hand in the air as she pulled back from the hug to look at you better. “Welcome by the way.”

“Thank you, I have so much to tell you!” she said, squeezing your hand. “Oh, so much has happened since last night!”

You repressed a smile. “What is it?”

“Tony is in love with me!” the words left her lips in a haste as if she couldn’t hold them back any longer, her eyes shining. “He—he told me last night.”

“Did he now?” you asked with a slight smile, then tilted your head. “Wait, last night?”

“He…he visited our home last night around the bed time, saying there was something urgent he needed to talk to me and—he left before I could even say anything!” she said, making you frown. “And I visited Bridgerton home today so that I could tell him I love him back but Benedict was there and he told me what happened last night and at the early hours of this morning and ugh, I’m so angry at both of them for putting themselves in danger like that! I left before I could talk to Tony because I’m in love with him but I needed to calm down first so as not to say—”

“Wait,” you cut her off. “Lottie, what are you talking about?”

She blinked a couple of times before a look of realization dawned on her face.

“Benny didn’t tell you?”

“Tell me what?” you asked back, your heart skipping a beat. “Lottie, is he alright?”

“Oh yes he’s fine!” she assured you. “He’s fine and so is Tony. By a miracle.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well…” Lottie licked her lips. “Alright since you’re family and Benedict will surely tell you, I suppose I can as well. Tony saw Daphne and Duke Hastings unchaperoned last night.”

You pulled back. “Oh?”

“And apparently there was an argument and—” Lottie cleared her throat. “It’s fine now, Daphne and Duke Hastings are to be married but after that argument, he and Duke Hastings decided to duel at dawn today.”

You pulled back. “What?”

“That’s why Tony told me he was in love with me last night,” she said. “In a haste, I…I couldn’t understand why but he must have thought he would die.”

You stared at her in silence and she blinked back the tears.

“Anyway, Tony went to that duel and—and Benny was his second.”

You could swear your blood froze in your veins.

“And they’re both fine now because Daphne stopped the duel and I’m so thankful but also I’m so angry at both of them!” Lottie said. “Tony could have die and so could Benny, sometimes seconds fight each other as well, shooting each other! For them to put themselves in danger like that—”

You held up a hand, your ears ringing as you tried to wrap your mind around what you had just heard.

“Lottie,” you managed to say, anger crashing down on you, making your sight blurry in a red haze. “I’m sorry. Did you just say Benedict went to a duel?”

Chapter 23

[iliketangerines]

Mk boys with a significant male other that’s like sokka from avatar the last air bender- that’s a complete brat and twink ((tehe))

listen and obey

a/n: i gotchu cuties, but i'm almost 80% sure this is the same person bc of the sokka comment and how similar the requests are. just a reminder to look at my rules for requesting.

pairing: dom!lord raiden x amab!reader

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), spanking, blowjobs, handjobs, slight degradation, slight dubcon

Raiden found you infuriating, and he was just about done with your attitude

you had been prancing around the training pit with your damn boomerang, hitting targets and distracting Liu Kang and Kung Lao from training

you were meant to be training as well, but when Raiden had told you to concentrate, you had just given a cocky smile, flung your boomerang around to decapitate a training dummy, and then told him you were training

Raiden can feel his patience wearing thin as he watches you make small talk with Kung Lao, who is practicing using his hat as a blade

when Kung Lao puts his hat back on his head and fully faces you to talk, you smile, knowing you’ve successfully distracted the Shaolin from training and can indulge in more interesting things, like raiding the kitchen

Raiden feels the last threadbares of his patience snap when you walk past him and shoot him a wink

the god grabs onto your waist, and a flash of lightning transports you to his bedroom

you go to complain, but your mouth wires shut at the sight of the angry god towering over you and slamming his hand into the wall behind you

he growls out that you need to be training, not distracting his other champions and fooling around with your damn boomerang, and that you need to be more disciplined

you smirk up at him, calming your beating heart, and tell him to make you

Raiden immediately grabs onto you, carrying you to the bed and throwing you over his lap

he pulls down your pants, exposing your ass, and you squirm in his lap, not quite expecting this when you had teased him

but all thoughts of rebellion fly out of your mind when he lands a harsh smack on your ass and continues to swat at the sensitive flesh

with every slap your cock grinds against his lap, and by the end of his punishment, you’re a sobbing horny mess

you clutch onto the sheets in front of you as you try to stifle your sniffles and cries, and Raiden asks if you’ve learned your lesson

you let out a soft whimper, nodding your head, but the god grabs onto your hair, pulling your head back

he stares into your eyes and demands you to use your words

you moan out a yes sir, and he seems to be satisfied with your answer because he lets go of your hair

your face falls back into the sheets of the bed, and he rubs a soothing hand over your red cheeks

you can’t help but whine, and Raiden spits on his hand before teasing the rim of your asshole

he just teases you like this, feeling your pre-cum leak onto his pants, and he waits until you’re wiggling in his lap to tell you to beg for it

you hesitate, but when he slides just the tip of his finger in and pulls it out, you let out a small please

he squeeze your ass, making you whimper at the stimulation, and tells you to speak up

you raise your head out of the sheets and ask him please sir, please fuck me with your fingers

Raiden hums in approval and slides in a thick finger, which has you keening into the sheets

he fucks you slowly on his finger, using his other hand to rub circles into the red flesh of your ass, and he slowly adds in another spit-lubed finger

you grind against his lap as he does this, but he lets it slide for today as he fingers you

he presses his fingers around, looking for that sweet spot, and when your hips buck backward to try and take his fingers deeper, he knows he’s found it

he abuses that spot, constantly pushing his fingers into your prostate, and soon you’re crying into the sheets for a different reason

you let out a needy whine, arching your back, and you cum on Raiden’s pants, staining them white and going limp on the sheets

Raiden moves you to your knees in front of him, cupping your blissed-out expression and cooing at the tears tracks on your cheeks

he tells you that you did such a good job for him, and now you need to repay him, his boner pressing against the slack of his pants

your hands come up and slowly untie Raiden’s pants, and you shuffle in a little closer when you’re able to pull his pants down

you stroke his cock, spreading the pre-cum all along the shaft, and place small kisses to the tip of his cock

Raiden grunts and tells you that he knows you can do better

you huff but take his tip into your mouth, tracing your tongue along the tip and slowly bobbing your head up and down

the god above you groans at the feeling of your warm mouth around his cock, and he has a loose hold in your hair

he degrades you, telling you that you were made to suck his cock like a good whore, just needed a good spanking to help discipline you

you moan around his cock as you try to take him deeper, and Raiden can see the way his cock bulges out in your throat

but, the god lets you go at your own pace, he’ll teach you how take his full cock later and fuck your face when he’s trained you

for now, you can only reach halfway and use your hand to pump the rest of his cock, trying hard to please your god and get him to cum in your mouth

Raiden groans as your tongue traces a vein on the underside of your cock, and he grips onto your hair to hold you still as he shoots cum down your throat

you try your best to swallow it all, but a few drops spill out from the corner of your mouth

Raiden pants and pulls his softening dick from your mouth and pats the side of your cheek, using his thumb to scoop up the droplets that escaped

he places his thumb into your mouth, and you eagerly suck on them, cleaning his fingers of his cum

once you’re done, he picks you up and lays you on the bed stomach-down and leaves

he comes back quickly with some lotion, water, and food

he rubs the lotion into your cheeks with his large calloused hands, and he has you carefully drink the water and food that he has

the next day, you have a considerably better attitude and actually train, but sometimes you wince when you make a move and shoot a glance up to Raiden

he crosses his arms and knows that if you misbehave again that he’ll be there to put you in your place

[froggyfics]

Strangers

People can go from people you know to people you don’t.

This can be read from the point of view of either a romantic or platonic relationship. However, I think this is even more heartbreaking if you read it from a platonic relationship perspective, because sometimes friendship breakups are sometimes just as hard :( 

I know Damian Wayne stans will come for me on this one, but I can’t help it! I feel like his personality would definitely hurt some feelings and cause problems in some relationships. 

The summary is from Selena Gomez’s song “People You Know”, which I think perfectly describes this fic!

Feedback is always appreciated. Feel free to message me privately or comment below to let me know what you think. Constructive criticism is always welcome! 

Pairing: Damian Wayne x gn!reader

Theme: Angst

Word Count: 1,567

You stop dead in your tracks. You couldn’t believe your eyes. Was that really him?

You squint slightly, examining him further. You instantly regret squinting though, because it only solidifies your hypothesis. It only confirms a recently acquired fear. A fear of seeing him in public. Up close. Alone. 

It's funny how seeing Damian used to bring you so much joy, but now, it brings you bone-chilling dread. 

Your breathing becomes abnormal. Sweat starts to precipitate in your palms and feet. Your heart skips a beat or two. 

What should you do? Should you continue in the direction that you were originally going in? Should you break out into a run? Do you keep your head down? Do you turn around? Should you wish for a black hole to swallow you up and spit you out anywhere else in this universe? Anywhere but here? Anywhere where Damian Wayne isn’t. 

His head was slightly down, as he walked with one hand in his pocket and the other scrolling through his phone. He hasn’t noticed you yet, but he was coming towards you. It would only be a matter of moments before the two of you be mere inches from one another. 

You shook your head in an attempt to get out of your trance. You knew that if Damian saw you in that moment, you would look like a deer in headlights. And then he would know. He would know in that moment that he still had an effect on you. He would know with just one look at your face that you were still hurting. He would know that you still thought of him. He would know that your heart was still broken. And if Damian knew all this, that would mean that he won. And you would be damned if you ever let Damian win again. 

It sounds childish to say, but having a relationship with Damian was like playing a game. Except you didn’t realize it was a game until your relationship disintegrated. You didn’t even know the rules, but Damian did, and he made sure that he changed those rules whenever it was convenient for him. That’s what being with Damian was like. His early childhood with his grandfather, Ras Al-Ghul, and his mother, Talia, primed him to be the next in line for the League of Assassins. This only inflated Damian’s ego, making him innately believe that he was truly better, stronger, faster, and smarter than everyone else. His father eventually was able to deflate his arrogance slightly, but being the child of billionaire and greatest detective alive Bruce Wayne further confirmed Damian’s belief that he was someone special. He was still better, stronger, faster, and smarter than most other people. He was meant for greater things. 

All that might be true. Damian is a very special person. He may very well be a more well-rounded human than 99% of the population. Most people in his life catered to his every whim. Most people didn’t care to discipline him or teach him a lesson in kindness. Bruce, Alfred, and other people in the bat-family tried their best to steer him in the right direction. But ultimately, people just excused his behavior because…well, he’s Damian! And Damian is just special, and he doesn’t face the consequences of his actions like most other people do. 

So, if other people couldn’t set him straight, why did you think you could? Why didn’t you let him continue using you as a doormat? Why couldn’t you just take it like everyone else? 

It’s because you loved him and saw his potential. Not his potential as a crime-fighting superhero, or a super genius, or a businessman. You knew it was in him. You knew he had the ability to soften up. You’ve seen it with your own eyes before. The kindness he exhibited towards animals was unlike anything you’ve ever seen. His ability to connect with other life forms that were considered “lesser than” humans was unbelievable. You saw how he cared for his family and friends by showing up when they needed him. You even saw how he secretly waved and smiled at babies and toddlers whenever he thought no one was looking at him. 

But you eventually became emotionally, mentally, and physically exhausted. Resentment began to build up. Every argument had to end with Damian triumphing over you. His word always mattered more than yours. His opinions were more important. He was always right, and you were always wrong. The last time you saw him was the night when things permanently changed. You would never forget his stone-cold expression as you cried for him, begging him to change. Begging him to treat you the way you wanted to be treated. You were pleading with him to show you some mercy from his harsh criticism and unwanted advice. You poured your heart out to him about how you were hurting so bad it felt like you couldn’t even breathe around him. You cried like you never cried before, bawling like a baby, wishing that he would scoop you up in his arms and whisper apologies in your ear. You wished that he would make promises to treat you like the fragile object you were.

What good did your outburst do? It only led to the end of you and Damian as you knew it. The two of you hadn’t spoken since then. You’ve seen glimpses of each other on social media, and caught each other’s glances at a few mutual gatherings. But now is the first time the two of you didn’t have the luxury of hiding behind screens or friends. 

You wanted to walk past him with an air of confidence, as if Damian was any other person. A stranger. Someone you never shared secrets with. Someone you never laughed with. Someone who never had a piece of your heart. Someone who didn’t infiltrate your thoughts almost daily. Seeing Damian in person brought buried memories to the forefront of your brain. Both good memories, and bad ones.

You felt like your feet were glued to the floor. But you had to move. You had to continue walking forward.

He got closer and closer. You gulped audibly. Your eyes began to water. Not because you were sad. Or mad. No, of course not. Your eyes were watery because you couldn’t blink. Or at least that’s what you deluded yourself in thinking in your frozen state.

His eyes were still glued to his phone. He was walking closer and closer. Your feet felt like they weighed tons. Your breathing became so erratic that you thought you would pass out. Your ears were ringing, the world around you was muffled. The only sounds you could hear were that of your own heart beating and his steady footsteps.

You were still frozen just as he nearly brushed your shoulder. He was so close you could see just about every vein and artery on his neck. Your eyes widen exponentially as you see his green eyes travel from his phone to your shoes, to your knees, to your waist, to your collarbone, and finally, to your eyes. You two lock eyes for the briefest moment, but it felt like an eternity to you. He caught you in your flustered state, with your shocked eyes, red face, and mouth gaping open. But Damian doesn’t stop walking for a single millisecond.

Just as you began to register what was happening, the moment quickly ends. He blinks and returns his gaze to his phone. Your jaw drops open. He knew who you were. He recognized you. And he still walked past you without so much as a hello. But that didn’t matter to Damian. You were someone that he didn’t know anymore. 

Anger ravages through your body. Tears threaten to leak down your face. Your hands form fists and you began to shiver as your icy hot fury spreads like an infection to your entire body. You weren’t even sure why you were so hurt. Didn’t you want to ignore him anyways? Why did it matter that he did the same to you?

Just as soon as the anger covers your body, it dissipates and is replaced by overwhelming melancholy. You knew why it hurt you. It hurt because this was once Damian, your Damian. You secretly hoped every single day that Damian would swoop back into your life, with a grand apology and promises of kindness. With every step that he took farther and farther away from you, you realize that your hope was shattered. Because Damian was never really your Damian anyways. It was your own fantasy version of him. No matter how much you wanted him to change, Damian had to make the decision to change for himself. In just a few short seconds, you realize that there was no one to really be angry with but yourself. Damian showed you who he was unapologetically. You chose to blind yourself to indulge in your imagination. You chose to let him treat you like that. You had only yourself to blame for being so naive.

You watch as his form becomes smaller and smaller as he walks away from you. As far as you can tell, he was completely unaffected seeing you. It was almost as if you two never existed. You let out a chuckle as you allow just one tear to escape. You gave yourself just one tear, before you inhale deeply for what felt like the first time in years. You then continue to walk, away from Damian, and away from your past. Who knows? Maybe you two will reunite in the future. Or maybe you two will forever continue walking past each other like you two were always strangers. 

[peachymilkandcream]

My Husband, My Monster|Part 5|William Afton x Wife!Reader

(A/N: Just keep in mind for this chapter that the yandere themes are going to be a bit more intense now, if any of you have read my oneshots or even Break Me Slowly, you know a bit of the style of yandere I like to write. Please keep that in mind and reply to this post to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, power imbalanc, age difference, manipulation, mind breaking, yandere themes, yandere behaviours, domestic violence, misogyny, violence, baby trapping, William's a warning himself, etc.

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Her apartment, flimsy and cramped as it was, was quickly moved out of. All her belongings sorted through and the items William deemed unnecessary were promptly discarded. Family heirlooms, childhood memories, things she had come to adore, all throw to the trash because he saw fit to do so. His word was an unbreakable law, and from the violence displayed in their bedroom, she had come to learn the path of least resistance was best. He hadn't hit her or shown any kind of abuse, but in the back of her mind she wasn't so sure that he wouldn't.

A honeymoon was a waste of time and money, their first week as newlyweds was spent in his small but cozy house attempting to deem what of hers would be permitted to fit in the chaos of his work. The extent of his workaholic nature in full force wherever she looked, it looked like he hadn't cleaned in a while, metal and wires scattered throughout various rooms so that if he was overwhelmed by one project he could go to a different room and work on another.

"Isn't this...cozy-" She attempted, all too conscious of the cold metal on her ring finger.

"I'm sure up to the task of cleaning it up, I don't have the time to worry about things like that."

"Oh, well-" She bites her lip to cope with the awkwardness, in reality she still didn't know this man very well. She had only slept with him a handful of times and worked under his leadership. "I guess I won't have to work at Fredbear's anymore-" She ventures with a nervous laugh, trying to break the ice.

"No, you will not. Your place will be here, in my home, seeing to it that everything is in place and taken care of. Cleaning, laundry, cooking, and of course." William places a hand lovingly on her stomach. "Having my children. I'm sure that won't be an issue."

"Children? I thought you didn't have time for kids, and that you wouldn't want more after this."

"Well you thought wrong now didn't you. It's your place to have children so why wouldn't I want you to have as many as I see fit?"

"I..I don't know if I want anymore-"

In an instant his hand sho out and slapped her across the cheek, leaving her to hold it, daze and full of shock.

"I don't remember asking for your opinion."

She frowns, not particularly caring for this kind of aggression. "Shouldn't I get a say as the one who carries the damn things?"

Anger rises in William, this little spark of defiance something he didn't like in the least. "Watch your tone or I'll give you some real discipline to cry about."

"Discipline? I'm not a child."

He suddenly grabs her arms. "Well you sure know how to act like a brat." He pulls her down onto the couch over his lap, she pushes to get up when he delivers a spank to her rear, making her gasp in surprise.

She tries to gain some kind of traction to pull herself off of his lap, but the fabric of his pants make her slip so she remains bent over in utter humiliation. His hand continues to come down on her rear, the sting turning into a dull ache as he continued. His punishment was thorough, lifting her skirt to admire the welts.

His assault continues until eventually his fingers penetrate her wet cunt, how her body had allowed itself to be turned on by this aggression was beyond her. However the change from violence to the feeling of being full was much welcome.

William's fingers pumped in and out of her at a steady pace, whether her walls tightened to push him out or to pull him in she didn't know. The slickness between her thighs was growing, which is all she could comprehend, that and the tightness growing in the pit of her stomach.

He felt it too, the way she clamped so hard on his digits made him smirk in approval, her rebellion wouldn't last long under his iron rule. Now he had the authority and the position where she couldn't leave or talk back, those ridiculous ideas and the waste of time she was spewing out would end right here and right now. This wasn't going to happen, not on his watch.

When she was on the verge of climaxing he withdrew completely from her, her tearful eyes finding his in disappointment and disbelief.

"Show me you regret bitching to me maybe I'll let you cum."

There was a pause, pride on the line and needing to be swallowed for the sake of something so carnal and wouldn't last forever, but damn did she need it.

She unbuckled his pants and peeled back the layers of clothing, quickly hopping on his dick and sliding him all the way home. Riding him had become second nature to her, he preferred to sit back and make someone else do the work, and she found a way for him to feel the deepest and for the ride to be the most pleasant.

While they didn't know much about each other personally, they knew about what William demanded and the tone he set in all things intimate. She rode him fast and hard, his thumb pressed firmly against her clit so she rubbed against it with each thrust of her hips.

She could never last long, the familiar feeling reaching throughout her whole body and then down to her toes as she went over the edge. Where she came he was never far behind, filling her and letting the cum spill out of her and onto his hips.

They were both sweating and breathing hard as they came down from their high. Her hands were firmly on his shoulders and she kissed his bearded cheek.

"It isn't so hard to obey now is it?"

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William kept her busy and fucked out of her mind most days. The house had slowly been turned into a home, the clutter and dirt slowly disappearing as she cleaned. She had barely time to unpack anything aside from basic clothes and toiletries, whenever she did have a chance to unpack things of memory and sentiment William always found a way to convince her they didn't need it, throwing it out. All of her tears shed over those precious things being purged from her life was attested to pregnancy hormones, and that she was being overdramatic.

And while the circumstances were anything but desirable, she had to admit she enjoyed being pregnant. There was a deep sense of nurturing and love that she felt whenever her stomach looked larger or she and William felt the baby kick. It could have been with someone else, a younger, much more loving husband, but William was enough for her. He had shown her kindness and love when no one else had, he would be a great man to raise her child. Everything would work out in the end, she was sure.

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Despite all of the books she'd read and all the advice she'd heard, nothing could have prepared her for the actual experience of bringing a life into the world. The pain was nothing like anyone described, the emotions, fears, and blood, all the blood.

William was at her side the whole time, never once leaving or stepping out. Although while she was expecting sympathy and comfort, he was level-headed and practical about the whole thing. Talking about it like it was just another medical procedure that he had read about and not the birth of his only child. But he was so busy, how could she expect him to be any different? She couldn't be selfish now.

It seemed like an eternity, that it would never end unless the thing coming out of her ripped her in half. But William told her it hadn't been as long as he'd been expecting, and that she pulled through well and hopefully would for their future children. Or as he said, his future children.

In her opinion, the person who went through the carrying of the thing for nine months plus the labour should reserve the right to name it but William informed her that wasn't the case. It wouldn't have been possible without him after all so he should have something to contribute. And that's how their son came to be, how he made his mark in his brand new world.

Little Micheal Afton, their pride and joy.

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The best male Harem to have

Doubt anyone will listen to my rant but humor me. My mind got burnt by mangas

So these are my husbands (minus Satoru cause if I married Satoru it would not be like this) and their ranks in the harem. I goddamn swear to you this would be the best group to have. Lemme hear your thoughts though and do try to give your own husbands a rank.

Here are the spots for you to fill:

King Consort

Primary lover

2nd Lover - The Old Friend

3rd Lover - The Poet

4th Lover - The Noble you were Arranged with since childhood

5th Lover - The Foreign Prince

6th Lover - The Personal Guard

These are your seven husbands and I tag @rinnndoll @atelier-maroron @aquagirl1978

Enjoy:

King Consort - Chevalier Michel

It's not just cause I love him. It's also cause damn he'd be so freaking capable. He's a genius in everything and could 100% take care of the kingdom with me. He's also very mature and very disciplined so he'd be able to manage the other husbands (they're crazy). He has no male toxicity/pride. All his actions towards you come from pure love, while he's rational enough to act like a freaking King towards everyone else.

2. Primary Lover: Prince Heinrey

He's just perfect alright? I wanna take Navier's place. Cause look at him! He's got it all. He'll do whatever you want, either let you take charge or show his his dark side. He's so freaking hot and yet he's got that golden retriever energy that I honestly can't resist! Also, I have a feeling he'd work well with Chevalier even though he'd be pissed to share with everyone.

Now I know we have two blondies so let's go on with darker shades now.

3. 2nd Lover: Getou Suguru - The Old Friend

Satoru is not here cause honestly we are two alike so we'd be married by ourselves, but this is also the reason SUGURU is here. He'd be crazy for you. He'd only behave in the harem cause it'd make you sad if he didn't. But like...if anyone OUTSIDE of your harem tried to harm you whooooooooooooooooooooooo they'd be dead before you know it. He'd have a strange understanding with Chevalier and Heinrey cause even though he knows that you are more in love with them, you care for him more cause you would had known him from childhood.

4. 3rd Lover: Edgar Alan Poe (BSD) - The Poet

He's the first one you'd run to for a hug. His love is pure and sweet and his devotion is uncomparable. He'd bare no grudges, he'd just give you a pouty face when it was time to say goodbye at night. He'd always listen to your concerns. His gifts are always handmade.

5. 4th Lover: Akashi Seijuro or Gilbert von Obsidian- The Noble you were Arranged with since Childhood

Oh you did not choose this one. This was chosen for you. You are required to take in a member of the aristocracy as your husband that has connections with the people's representatives. He would do ANYTHING in order to be chosen. And I do mean it. You two would have dated in the past before you were crowned and he did not take it well when you dumped him. It was not for the lack of love, rather that the two of you crave the same thing: power inside your kingdom. He would not play well with other husbands but would not do anything to them because he recognises that you're a hair away from kicking him out. He'll take his time being the best husband he can, doing things he doesn't have to to help you rule. You have a love-hate relationship to tell the truth and that translates into the bedroom (he's the best out of all in that department and that's one of the reasons you can't get rid of him)

6. 5th Lover: Guren Ichinose - The Foreign Prince

So he's another one you did not choose to marry but gosh did you fall for his looks when you met him. He's very handsome but also very proud. Your relationship with him is another explosive one. Nothing makes him cockier than the times you pull him into your arms to give him a fervent kiss. But unlike the previous one, he wants the two of you to build something real. He's a fan of taking things slow even though things between you escalated quite quickly. He'll the the type to send his servants/subordinates on missions to find stuff about you, like your favourite flower, and then surprise you in front of everyone else.

7. 6th Lover: Sir Sonnaught- The Personal Guard

As the title says, he was your guard. The two of you spend a lot of time together sneaking in and out of the palace you could not help the sparks flying between you. He was the last one to enter the harem but that does not mean the two of you had not been physical before that. He is disciplined and good at his job, and he continues to protect you even after he's your husband. He a great source for strategic advice for you, and the best person your other husbands can talk to if they want to figure out what is in your mind lately.

[cirusthecitrus]

Horde Prime's body language and mannerisms part 1/3

T posing, head shaking and manspreading

I was always facinated with the way Prime moves and handles himself, but ever since I got officially obsessed with this character I began to notice more and more interesting quirks and signature Prime gestures - there are just so many. And now I'm going to (over)analyse them all!

1. Hands behind the back

Lets start with the classic "well mannered/disciplined character" pose

It really suits his whole character and even makes Prime look like he's always plotting something (which he does). And it shows that HP clearly watches his posture and I'm glad he does like damn my man has such a good posture

Also, I now have a theory that Prime keeps his arms behind his back so no one can see him fidgeting with his hands and fingers. Or he hides them in a way to restrain himself from touching everything he sees (I just cant help but to headcanon Horde Prime as a kinesthetic person who learns through touch and feeling)

2. Crossed legs

It's giving slut, its giving bad bitch, its giving if only I cared hon uwu and I love it

The way he sits shows just how comfortable he feels on his throne and in his role as an emperor - he's right where he thinks he belongs. In his case crossed legs also indicate that Prime feels confident and in control. Even when Adora sees him during this whole vessel maintenance process, even when Catra turned against him, even when he was visiting the Fright Zone and sitting on Hordak's throne, even when a rebellion sparks on other occupied planets

And yeah, sometimes the emphasis on his legs is so obvious that it looks very fanservice-y, but not that I mind that >:}

Eventually u get so used to him sitting like this that when Prime doesnt cross his legs it feels wrong and scandalous lol

But this only happened like 3 times. And I think he only changes his pose when he needs to concentrate (like when he searches through someone's memories) or when he feels like he's losing control (like when he felt enraged after She-Ra and co escaped the Velvet Glove)

Though I cant explain why he manspreads in the last screenshot, its from Save the Cat and I have no idea why'd he do that, it feels so wrong pls make him stop I'm scared

3. The iconic Prime pose

He's actual signature pose that really fits his character. It's dramatic, it has some similarities with irl holy/religious imagery, it makes Prime look like he's taking even more space, and it kinda reminds me of the way peacocks show off their tails :)

Gotta mention that when he doesnt do "the pose" Prime is still doing something with his arms and posing almost thetrically, which is again, right on brand for him

3. The 👉👈

At first I didnt want to include this one cause I thought it was just an insignificant silly gesture he only does once, but then I actually caught Prime doing it again!

Then I've noticed that Prime often does this thing when he folds his hands in various ways, kinda forming a shape of a rhomb/diamond? The same as the one on the Horde emblem?

My main point is that HP again seems to never know where to put his hands, which I find cute :з

4. The thinking pose

It's just funny how Prime always props his head on his left hand just so he won't accidentally poke his extra eyes out with his claws))

5. Smoothing the hair

I included this specifically because Prime only does this one time in the entire season. It's an uncharacteristic gesture for him. Especially since there's no hair to smooth, its all cabels with only little seen of his actual hair

Prime only did this after Scorpia disobeyed his order, letting Adora and Perfuma escape. For a moment he felt like he lost control over the situation AND one of his puppets, plus it was yet another time when She-Ra managed to survive and "win"

I will speculate that Prime used to do this gesture all the time somewhere in the past, when he didnt have his cable hair yet AND when he had less control over his "subjects"

So when on Etheria Prime's plans began to fail for the first time in forever and someone who supposed to be under his full control actually dared to disobey him he felt so frustrated and stressed that he might've mentally come back to those times when he wasnt yet "all powerful". When he often felt the need to calm himself down by fixing his hair and running his hand over it

What's interesting, Prime does something similar in this scene, only here he gives pets to one of his clones. I'm going to throw in another suggestion and say that it actually might've been someone else who used to help HP calm down in similar manner

6. Head shake

I could not stop thinking about this one simply because it annoyed me too much lol. I really don't get what is it with Prime always shaking his head and why it was only a thing in his debut episode. Anyway, he does this to emphasize the words "No" and "Never". And only when he is either really amused or angry. He also does this almost in a mocking condescending manner, probably because he saw Glimmer and Catra as some dumb children who won't get the message otherwise

Still don't get why he only does this in one episode and then this quirk of his is (mostly) completely forgotten

It was easier to make a video rather than a set of gifs, so enjoy me counting all the times when Prime shook his goddamn head

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Thanks for tagging me, @mermaidgirl30 💜💜💜

I was prepared this week! I’ve got a few things cooking and a few things I’m trying to wrap up before I start something I’m really excited about. I’m going to talk about that at the bottom, but first here are some peeks at what’s in my WIP folder. MDNI 18+ only below!

Cobra- Part 3 of yoga neighbor/creep Joel. I kind of forgot about this one and didn’t know how I wanted to wrap up this failed one shot. But thanks to @arcanefox207 I think this finally has some direction and I’m going to work on it tonight.

Joel groaned, he looked to the sky for a lightning bolt to strike him. When none came, he went into the house, trudging across the yard. He went to his bedroom, stripped off his clothes, soiled with earth and cum, and tossed them in the direction of the laundry basket before getting into the shower.

The water was scalding hot, a taste of the hell he had surely just damned himself to. He let it pour over him a while, groaning in undeserved relief at the way his muscles relaxed in the heat. He washed his hair, then soaped his body. Suds dripped down the wide expanse of his back, rinsed away when he turned his back to the spray and turned his attention to his cock.

The Man From Rio Tinto- my western! I’ve been working on this a while! I want to make sure it’s how I want it. I always worry that if something takes me multiple days to write that I’ll lose the tone I’m trying to convey. This is kind of a learning experience for me. Honestly, I’m not sure what sort of appeal it’ll have, but it’s fun and it’s something different than I usually do. It’s a challenge for me to not jump straight into vulgarity.

You shake your head. You aren’t hurt.somehow you’d gotten away with a knot on your head and an ache in your arm. “Well, my arm…” you gesture to your left arm and your aching wrist. The stranger gives you a sympathetic pout as he gathers your skirt into his strong, rough hands and rips off a long strip of fabric. His eyes don’t linger on your legs, he’s a gentleman, but still you blush when he uncovers your legs. His touch is gentle and light when he fashions your torn skirt into a sling and guides your arm into it.

He looks over his work and the shy bewilderment marking your face. “That’ll hold you til we get back to town. It’s too late to ride out now. Well camp here tonight and head back in the morning.”

“Who are you?” The question comes out as weak and breathless as you feel.

Untitled pervert Joel who abuses a position of power- this one is slow going I need some inspiration. If you liked Coach Joel you’ll like this one. I don’t have a snippet, because I don’t want to give too much away.

Untitled self indulgent multi parter! I’m going to try my hand at doing weekly posts for this one once I get a bit more written. The outline is done, most of the first chapter of 6ish is done. I really want to take my time on this one. I’m really excited about it.

Lately I’ve been having fun just writing quickies whenever a thought leads me to them. That’s generally how I like to write, but it’s not disciplined or structured or anything. It does get smut on the dash, though! I hope everyone enjoyed the two I posted this week, I promise there will be no more pregnant Javier Penas. Even if I do want to see him sitting and scowling t a clipboard while he sits on a metal folding chair at an abortion clinic because there’s no way he’s keeping that baby. I do not subscribe to the notion that Javi is a family man in any way.

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Rating Ateez/Stray kids on a scale from 1-10 on who would be a dom.

Starting off w Ateez 🫶🏻🖤

Kim Hongjoong

9/10

He would have been a solid 10, but because of his introverted personality and ability to be soft, I give him a 9. But, still, don’t disobey him cuz he’ll keep track… 👀 If I had to say what kind of Dom Hongjoong would be, I would have to say he's a HEAVY pleasure leaning. Though, I also feel like he'd tease and like to make fun of his subs, calling them 'dumb' or things like that. I also feel like because of his creative nature, he'd have very interesting ways to discipline his subs as well.

Park Seonghwa

6.5/10

I feel like he’s Dom leaning but he’s gentle with everyone around him. He was almost a 7, but he’s too soft to be demanding enough. But, he can be stern, so I feel like Hwa can definitely be at least a soft dom, pleasure-leaning. Also, feel like he'd be really kinky. IDK why. Hwa would be so into teasing, just watching his sub be whiny and needy would melt him.

Jeong Yunho

10/10

Solid 10. NEVER TRUST AN EXTROVERT GOLDEN RETRIEVER. Like c’mon PEOPLE. He ain’t got no business being the way he is. And that’s a damn MENACE TO SOCIETY. Like, gaw damn. I'm too down bad for this man. He's not even my ult bias LMFAO. Whew. Let's just say, when he gives you this look, just pray either you're on the way home or that there is somewhere mostly private because it is OVER for you. Also, he's an Aries, enough said.

Kang Yeosang

5/10

He’s waaaay too squishy. I feel if you pushed enough he’d start to bite back, if you catch my drift. Poor baby is so clueless most of the time so I don’t know if he’d be able to keep up with a sub. But, he can easily switch when needed. I feel like he'd be more a soft dom, letting you know who's really in charge when needed. I feel like he'd want to be dominant in whatever relationship he seeks out, just because NEVER trust the quiet ones. They tend to be freaky. That's why Yeo get's a 5.

Choi San

5.5/10

(I feel like this one is going to be controversial lol) I feel like he has the potential to be a Dom, if anything, a pleasure Dom. He’s not someone who’s into brat-taming or anything like that. He spanks you, but only does it playfully, never as a punishment. If he ever were to punish you, it would be the silent treatment, consisting of him being pouty until you apologize. It's not typical of him to be dom leaning, he even insists you acting bratty, it amuses him more than anything. But, GOD FORBID you make him look a fool... Not even Satan can help you.

Song Mingi

5/10

I wish. WISH this man were more Dom, but he’s not 😭. He’s definitely a switch, if he were to Dom, it would be more pleasure than anything. Ugh ;-; I don’t think y’all understand how bad I wanted to rate him higher, but I can’t. Princess Mingi is evidence that he is not fully Dom 💔 though I could totally see him embracing the punishment side for mostly his pleasure, I don't see him being a dom most of the time. I feel like if he were to Dom, it would be mostly to entertain his 'sub'. He would definitely be into dummification, get off on making fun and calling you names.

Jung Wooyoung

6.5/10

Soft Dom Central ‼️ my man Woo can take the bratty out of a brat by using their weapons against them. Though, once he’s fed up, he’d fed up. Best not to make him too mad. I also feel like he’d definitely have unique punishments as well. Not the typical sexual punishments that you might expect, it might be something like, oh, you want to read, should have thought about that before you flirted with that guy at the coffee shop. (You didn't actually, but because his possessive and gets jealous easily, he thought so).

Choi Jongho

10/10

10. Why? Tell me that this man isn’t a Dom, when he gives you one of these. My man EXUDES Dom energy. Like meanie, laugh in your face while you cry, edging, overstimulating, spit in your open mouth, smack your face while fucking you 1000% Hard Dom. Don't trust a quiet man, never. Them introverts sometimes will getcha. And Jongho doesn't seem to fuck around. He's more of a 'fuck around and find out'. I feel like he'd tie up his sub and tease you, an unbothered King, as his sub literally cries. Meanie :(

And NOW for Stray Kids 🫶🏻

Bang 'Christopher' Chan

9.5/10

I don't even want to talk about it. He would be a 10 but he's too squishy and cute to be so. But, he definitely is a 9.5 because gaw damn. Chan is definitely a brat tamer. He likes to watch you acting 'silly' and 'dumb'. He thinks it's adorable when you try to make him mad, cuz damn he's got the patience of a saint. But he wait until Chan gets you alone... He let's his sub do whatever they want in public, even making a fool of themselves. And then when they get home, LAWD TAKE THE WHEEL.

Lee Minho

8/10

Lee Know let me tell you something, *scoots closer* is a meanie. He would laugh in his sub's face while calling them dumb, or something slanderous like 'whore'. Or both. Depends on how mad they make him. Also likes to tease and edge his sub, and laugh at them. :(: You cannot tell me the Lee Minho is not a meanie when he doms. He would laugh at his sub and make them shake and just keep teasing until they're sobbing. But they never say their safe word, so he doesn't stop.

Seo Changbin

7/10

I give Changbin a 7 because I feel like mans is too soft to be more stern. But, rest assured, he'll put his foot down if you get a little too handsy with someone other than him. Probably a soft Dom, tbh. He'll make you feel all gooey while telling you horrendous things... (Go wild w that heh.) I feel like he'd tie up his subs and suspend them just so he can move them around however he pleases.

Hwang Hyunjin

5.5/10

I don't think Hyunjin would dom, if he would, then he'd definitely be a soft dom, and only when his sub asked. HOWEVER. Don't push his buttons because I feel like he's all about orgasm denial... Just because he wants the session to last longer, and he also likes to watch his sub writhe around and loves to hear their moans. He would definitely be so into food play or even paint play (wrote a fic about this). He's just so artsy, and I feel like that would stem into his sexual life as well.

Han Jisung

3/10

Poor Hannie. Tsk. If anything, Han would be a switch, more sub-leaning. He's too soft and doughy to be rough or mean with anyone. That doesn't mean he won't occasionally try just for you though... I feel like he would be more into making his significant other orgasm rather than orgasm himself. A definite giver for sure.

Lee 'Felix' Yongbok

1/10

I can't give him a zero, so I give him a one. The only thing dominant about this man would be his deep voice, which he would use to his advantage. But, if he had a Dom bone in his body, it would be like, his pinkie toe. His skzoo is literally a chick, like, c'mon. Personally, I don't feel like Felix could be mean enough while being a Dom, he'd be constantly worried about his sub, too worried about their well being rather than if they're enjoying themselves.

Kim Seungmin

8.5/10

I feel like Seungmin gets slept on. NEVER trust the quiet ones. They're reserved for a reason. It's because they have secrets. Seungmin has proved he can intimate his older band members, so I'm sure this man could easily do this to anyone, regardless of age. That being said, I feel like Seungmin is too rough to be a soft dom but too nice to be a hard dom. So, he's in the middle somewhere heh. I feel like he has the potential of being a hard/ meanie dom when needed, so it's entirely up to the sub how he'll act for them.

Yang 'I.N.' Jeongin

8/10

Like Seungmin, I.N. get's SLEPT on. He's often not seen as someone who can be a dom because he's seen as the 'baby' of the group. But, as I have said before. NEVER TRUST A QUIET MAN! Quiet men are ALWAYS freaky. They be shy for a reason. This man has a point to prove, he ain't a baby. And I feel like he'd definitely be a hard/pleasure dom. And like Seungmin, his sub chooses how he'll treat them. Be a good sub, and you'll have endless pleasure. Be bad and well, he's got plenty of ways to discipline them.

I hope you all liked this! It's all personal thoughts based on what I have seen of them. THIS IS IN NO WAY how they really are. This is me simply rating them on a scale if they would/ could ever dom.

Anyway, enjoy! Posting a poll for the second part of The Red Saga soon!

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[James Bond x Q] Obedience Training

Summary: James Bond need to learn to do as he's told, or so MI6 says. So now he has a wasted day pretending to be on a mission, doing as Q commands. A waste of time, until he ends up in an empty courtyard with only one camera watching him, and with Q using a voice he's never used outside of play. Suddenly, James thinks that doing as he’s told would be time well spent indeed.

Notes: Hello. This is my first time writing for these two, so hopefully it’s all okay and in character. I don’t know why I chose to write pure kinky smut as my first piece in this fandom, but I hope you all enjoy it.

Links: Ao3

Obedience Training

"Nineteen feet ahead, left door."

The instruction was processed without conscious thought, and James had his eye on the door near instantly. He kept up his pace, running through the ratty corridor with his gun brandished, pointed at the floor and finger far away from the trigger. Typically, he wouldn't feel the need to be cautious – he had the best trigger discipline in the country, as far as he was concerned – but given why they were doing this, strictness was advised.

Frankly, he saw the day as a waste of time, and rather insulting actually. But M was M, and his word was law. Unfortunately, he'd caught James on a day where he saw law as something to follow, so James had acquiesced to M's whim. He regretted that now, as he ran through an MI6 owned block of flats, pretending it was an actual mission.

At least Q had argued his way into James' ear. The posh honey of a man was better company than anyone else in Q branch would be.

He clung onto the small consolation as he slammed open the doors, finding himself in a small, rundown courtyard with a broken fountain in the centre, and a few gnarled trees dotted around. The building was as uninspired as his day's work. Obedience Training! As if a 00-agent needed training of any sort, let alone in obedience. Their jobs were based in instinct and intelligence, tools entirely diminished when you had to follow the commands of a man half the world away. James hardly thought that his actions – which M had classified as borderline renegade despite the fact the mission had been successful – had merit enough for wasting time like this.

For the morning, he'd ran through the block of flats, attempting to delude himself into thinking it was a worthwhile use of time. It wasn't. Q had given him myriad instructions, and James had been forced to follow them on threat of desk duty. Cameras followed his every move, Q's instructions were never ending, and Bond's frustrations had been slowly growing.

"Hostiles?" James demanded, gun ready as he looked up. The courtyard was a terrible place for him to end up, with internal balconies overlooking him from all angles. Were this a real mission, James would be vulnerable to a hail of bullets and would be raising hell at Q for guiding him there.

"Dealt with," Q said, voice bored suddenly. James nearly fumbled.

"Target?"

"Acquired," Q said, again using a voice that was entirely too relaxed.

James took a second to let the fizzing that burned under his skin during every mission, real or otherwise, die away. He looked directly into the only camera on the courtyard. He'd spotted it immediately, of course, and knew that Q would be watching him through it, tucked away in the warmth of his little hovel in the bowels of MI6. James, on the other hand, had been forced to bear the cold of England's dullness.

"So we're done, then?" James demanded, body relaxing but annoyance growing. "So you have me run around this building like a damn doll for your pleasure, bossing me around. You make up a nonsense of a terrorist cell, or whatever it was, then just end it when you get bored? No conclusion, no deescalation, no-"

"Pop your jacket and tie off Bond," Q instructed, and his tone was anything but bored now. James' spine went straight. "Quick as you like."

"Excuse me?" James asked, because the authority in Q's voice was ladened with a darkness that James had been long since familiar with. But surely Q, sadist that he could be, wouldn't enact this now, with the eyes of MI6 watching.

Though, obedience training must have had a certain lure to the more controlling parts of Q's psyche.

"They're all very simple words, Bond. In fact, all but one are monosyllabic, so I'd like to think you can understand their meanings," Q all but tutted his disappointment. "I'm waiting."

Perhaps he'd been trained too well, because he slid the jacket off and loosened the tie, hooking them both over his arm. The buzz in his head was back, the same roaring adrenaline that had coasted him through life. It was a buzz that became ever-present when Q asserted control over him; an assertion that he'd seemingly always had, given how easily James slid into the role of subservient plaything.

"The fountain has some water in it still," Q said, voice dangerous even through the earpiece. "Dump them in it."

James glanced at the fountain, seeing the scum covered stagnant pond water. "This suit costs over seven grand."

"Over seven thousand pounds of taxpayer money," Q mused. "Quite the waste, I think. Ruin it. Now."

There was no argument to be made, so James did as bid. He dumped his terribly lovely tie and jacket into the water, watching them float with the leaves and gunk that had gathered in the years of stillness. The suit was one of his best, which Q no doubt knew, and he quietly mourned its loss. His cock lurched up in the thrill of obedience.

"There's a paving slab around nine feet to the left of that bench. Stand on it, face the camera, position two."

James fought back the flush of humiliation the simple instruction brought forward, locating the slab and standing on it. He stared the camera down, hesitating on the final instruction. Anyone from MI6 could be watching the feed from the camera. James had antagonised many of his colleagues, and were this footage to leak then the humiliation would be everlasting. But Q had given instruction, and his silence weighed. James could do nothing but what he was told.

He stood straight, legs a little apart. He raised his arms and flexed his muscles in the most typical strongman position. He jutted his chin and stared into the camera, his anger not hidden. The position was tame, yet something only capable by the most narcissistic of men. Q forcing it on him was a taunt; mocking James' bravado simply because he could.

"Repeat," Q instructed. "I'm a very pretty man."

"I'm a very pretty man," James echoed, voice straining.

"Repeat: with a tiny bitch cock."

James' cock lurched at the mention and degradation. James all but spat out his next words. "With a tiny bitch cock."

"All together now."

"I'm a very pretty man with a tiny bitch cock."

Q made a small noise of pleasure, and James hated the tiny, joyful sensation that he felt at the praise. "Colour?"

"Green," James admitted.

"Hm," Q was smiling, James could hear it even in the little noise he'd made. It felt good to make Q proud. "I think I've exhausted as much fun as you'll allow with you thinking you've got a large audience. This camera is the only one in the courtyard, and its only operator is me and me alone. Nobody but I can see you, and nobody but me, and perhaps you if I'm feeling particularly nasty, will ever see this footage. You are mine and mine alone to enjoy right now, Bond, do you understand that?"

"They're very simple words," James huffed, burrowing relief by throwing back Q's own words.

"Cheeky," Q admonished. "Shirt off and in the pond. And don't undo it. Take it in hand in the centre and pull it apart. I want to see if you can make the buttons fly off."

"Seriously?"

"You're very uppity today, James. Don't think I can't punish you just because you're not close by," Q's threat sounded idle, but was very real. He'd proven that early on in their dominant submissive arrangement, when after a bout of disobedience, Q had locked James out of his apartment wearing nothing but a smile and a cage on his cock. James still occasionally had a good wank to those memories. "Shirt off, as I instructed, or your life will not be worth living for the next week."

Hands moving without conscious thought, James obeyed. Over half of the buttons flew off, clattering to the ground and ruining the shirt. He removed it and walked to the fountain. He hesitated.

"What about the cufflinks?"

"Which ones are they?"

"Blue diamonds, bullet grey metal."

"I like those ones, they match your eyes. Remove them and place them on the bench. The shirt goes in the water."

James complied, a chill of wind perking his already sharp nipples to full erectness. He returned to the paving slab that Q had called him to – no doubt it would be the best view from Q's camera – and stood in position one. Hands behind his back, chest forward, gaze steady. It was his standard position; ready and waiting for orders.

"There's a tree to your left. Behind it, there's an exercise mat. Get it and lie it out where you're currently standing." Q said nothing more, so James found the mat and rolled it out before going back to position one. "Fifty push-ups, fifty sit-ups, thirty squats. And put on a show; lets see what his Majesty's finest looks like in his element."

For a man such as James, the exercise was easily doable. But the cold of the courtyard, the restriction of his suit trousers, the weight of the camera's gaze, and the hardness of his aching cock all made it seem a little… dehumanising. Q often referred to James as his plaything, and it was moments like this that made James realise he meant it. He felt pre-cum leaking at the thought.

As he moved, his mind wondered. What would Q do with the footage? Keep it. Watch it while James was on missions? Jerk his cock to it? Would he be doing it now, in his office? He had the balls to do it. He'd had James on all fours in that office; naked and plugged up while Q whipped him. Wanking was practically pedestrian.

Christ, if Q was having a wank all this time, then James might cum from the thought.

With a final squat, James stood upright. He had a light sheen of sweat covering his strong body, abs flexing with every breath. He wiped down his arms and ran a hand over his face, the musk of exercise mingling with the aftershave he'd chosen for the morning.

"Trousers off. You know where they go."

"The belt too?" James asked as he stripped.

"It's crocodile skin, correct? It'll appreciate a dip."

James glared at the camera for that and got a laugh in response. He slid the belt of with a crack he'd long since perfect, knowing that elsewhere in London Q would be rolling his eyes. He let the belt drop to the floor and unbuckled his trousers. He slid them off as quick as he could, revealing light grey boxer-briefs with a leaking cum stain, and a near obscene erection pressing against the cotton. Despite what Q had made him claim, James' cock was of a hefty weight, impressive girth and perfectly reasonable length.

Q's own cock was over two inches longer than James', something he reminded James of every time he fucked his throat raw. It was a beautiful cock; one that made a man foolish. Case in point, James dumped the last of his outer wear into the fountain water.

"Flex show. Twenty seconds."

For the next twenty seconds, James performed an array of flexing poses, all aimed at the camera. This body was a machine, and a tool, and an object for King and Country. He had fought hundreds of men, bedded many a pliant person, and done unspeakable things. It was a body of perfect masculinity, of muscle and power and dominance.

It was a body owned by a skinny Eton posh boy with a handsome smile, a toy box of tortuous playthings, and a pair of eyes that promised heaven and hell in equal measure.

Once the time was up, James returned to position one and waited. He heard the gentle wet slap of a stroked cock and had to swallow a groan. So, Q was tugging himself off. James could have dropped to the floor on hands and knees, grabbed his own cock and joined Q, if only he was ordered to.

"What a lovely sight," Q praised, and James felt like preening. "Twenty-five burpees, facing me. Let's see that lovely thing bounce, shall we."

"Degenerate," James muttered.

"Would you like to repeat that?" Q snapped, voice harsh.

"No, Sir," James said quickly.

"Five slaps. No Restraint."

James slapped himself across the face five times fast, not allowing himself any mercy. It stung, though not as much as Q would if he slapped him. Q would wear rings. He had a small ring box specifically for slapping and spanking James whenever he disobeyed. James wished Q was there with him, slapping him himself. The humiliation of hitting himself was something, but the pain Q could bring him was so much sweeter.

Once the slaps were done, he got to his workout. He turned so Q could see his front and began to perform the burpees. They weren't part of his regular workout regime and doing them purely for Q's enjoyment added fuel to the burn of muscles. The fire roared inside of him, and only obedience stoked it.

With slightly panting breath, James returned to position one. His chest rose and fell, slicked now with sweat. The breeze cooled him and burned him all at once.

"Position thirteen," Q purred. "Face away from me. Quickly."

James blushed deep, and almost squirmed. With a shaky nod, he got into a position only used when Q was feeling particularly cruel. On his knees, and his forearms, his forehead resting against the sweaty exercise mat and with his legs parted just slightly. In layman's terms: head down, arse up.

Nothing happened, but James was burning with anticipation. Q only had him do this when he had one thing in mind; the height of casual dominance that James never knew he craved. He craved it now. Was ready and desperate for it yet terrified all at once. And nothing happened.

"Are you waiting for it, James?" Q whispered through the earpiece. "Waiting for what you know should be coming?"

"Yes," James hissed.

"What are you anticipating?" Q demanded, and when James didn't immediately reply, Q snapped. "Tell me."

"For you to kick me in the bollocks," James snapped. "You always kick me in the bollocks when I'm like this."

"Yes," Q almost cooed. "I think at this point it's probably Pavlovian, isn't it? When you're like this, you can likely feel the phantom pain of what I'm going to do to you. You can feel the bluntness of it, the rocking of your body as you're knocked forward, the way it settles in your stomach as you curl up and whine for me. You look pitiful when you do that, you know? Beautifully weak. I think that's what you like about it. The weakness. The pity. The pathetic reality that you're just as much a mortal man as everyone else. The need to know that burns deep in you, doesn't it Bond?"

"Yes sir," James gasped. This was Q's other favourite form of torment; honesty. James hadn't known he'd needed it until Q brandished the truth with cruel abandon.

"A kick in the nuts is the greatest equaliser, for those who have them, isn't it?" Q mused, and James heard the pumping of Q's hand on his cock. "But you don't want to be equal when we play. No. You want to be lower. To be the most pathetic man in the land. That's why you love this position. That's why you get so hard over it. That's why, once you've gotten over the shock of the kick, you get back into position and let me do it again," Q laughed. "What's your record before you start crying, dear?"

"Twenty-three kicks, sir."

"Twenty-three. What would your Naval friends say. Well, I suspect 'can I go next' would be the top of their list. You do have a tendency to rankle people's good opinion, don't you?"

"Yes sir."

"That was rhetorical, dear, but nice to know you're aware of it," Q was clearly grinning. "You've been so good for me, James. Doing as you're told all day, even when we both know it's a waste of time. Running to and fro, up and down. So trusting, too. You trust I'm the only one watching. You trust that I'll never share the footage. You trust I'm going to make all the simmering anticipation worth it. You trust me so completely, don't you Bond?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. And you're right to, because as hard-headed as you can be, and as angry as I was at the risks you took last mission, I will always do right by you," Q's next words were like honey. "Position seven, Double-O-Seven."

James nodded, cock twitching. He moved so he was half lying back, his feet planted on the mat, legs spread so his bulging boxers were front and centre in the camera's gaze. He pulled his cock out but didn't remove his boxers fully. His dick leaked, and his balls were pulled up snug. He looked at the camera, dropping all facades and letting the true, hazy, needy expression free.

"Can you hear me touching myself James?" Q asked softly. James nodded. "Match my speed dear."

"Yes sir."

Cock in hand, James started to wank in time with Q. He could hear and almost feel the gentle slap of Q's dick, and emulated it to perfection. Shivers and need ran through him with each glide of his hand over his throbbing cock, moaning and whining without care for his audience's judgment. Q was moving slow, so James had to match that. He didn't want to. He wanted to be rough and fast and inelegant. The growing thorns of orgasm had been pricking at him since Q's first casual command, and he was desperate to let it go.

"I think it pertinent to tell you," Q spoke again, sounding ragged. "Since we began today, I've been wearing nothing but my lab coat."

"Fuck," James groaned, the word slurred in a way he'd never allow with anyone else. "The whole time?"

"The whole time," Q agreed. "Provided you're not in danger, giving you any demand at all will get me hard, no matter how innocent the order may seem. Remember that."

"Yes sir."

"Play with your hole. I want to see you stretch yourself for me."

Was Q nearby, or just playing with him? It didn't matter. Still pumping his cock with his right hand, he moved his left to his arse and pushed two fingers in without elegance. He pushed deep, living for the aborted breaths he heard through the earpiece. He must have looked a sight, but didn't care. Q was the only one watching, and James feared there was no indignity he wouldn't suffer to ensure Q pleasure.

"Deeper," Q demanded, husky and needy. James pushed in deeper.

Q increased his speed, and James matched it. The fire roared inside him, encroaching pleasure starting to scream for more. He pushed another finger inside of himself, wishing it was Q. Q could fuck him like nobody else. Rough and careless in the most potent of ways. A moan slipped through him at the thought.

"Faster," Q snapped. "If you cum before me, you're getting strapped to the pommel horse and whipped, Bond."

"Threats are meant to discourage me, Q," James groaned, forgetting his position for a moment.

"Wasn't a threat. It was a promise," Q breathed out.

That was all James needed. He plunged his fingers deep inside him, raising his hips and rutting into his fist like a damn animal. The burn of anger from earlier and the humiliation of his actions and the sweet obedience he'd displayed all mingled in his mind, creating an abstract but all-consuming sense of rightness and pleasure and sated agony.

Body roiling with anything and everything he had ever felt, he moaned deep and guttural. He felt the spikes of orgasm ripping up his shaft as cum spurted again and again from his slit, rocking him and making him boneless. His own spunk splattered over his abs and chest, thick and pungent. Q hadn't allowed him an orgasm for a fortnight, and Christ he had needed this.

He emptied his balls completely, fingers still pushing deep and hand still pumping his dick. It was debauched and desperate and he would wring any ounce of pleasure from this. He would give Q the show he wanted.

"Jesus Christ," Q groaned, and James heard sharp gasps as Q came over himself too. He would look a sight like that, in his lab coat and nothing else. It was a shame James wasn't there to swallow all of his quartermaster's cum. Q had a certain taste to him that was intoxicating and addictive.

James let himself fall onto the mat, breathing heavily from the exertion.

"Colour?" Q asked, voice a little shaky still.

"Green." James gasped. "Vibrantly so."

"Not even a hint of yellow or red, then?"

"Pure, unadulterated green."

"You promise?"

"Cross my heart."

"Well then," Q gave an audible swallow. "You won't be needing the location of the suit I've hidden for you, then. Enjoy your walk home in your boxers; I'll be furious if I have to bail you out of jail for public indecency, so do keep to the back streets. Remember to pick up your cufflinks before you leave, and don't be late or I won't let you in. Quartermaster out."

The earpiece fell silent, and James breathed out slowly. He looked down at his stained boxers around his knees, and to the fountain where his clothes floated wet and ruined. He laughed, because what else was he doing? He could find the suit Q had hidden given enough time, but where was the fun in that?

He stood, pulled his boxers up, and began to walk home with an unbothered expression and cocky gait. Nobody in London could make him squirm; nobody but Q, of course.