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fandomfluffandfuck · 4 months ago

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(Ignore the fact that this is a screenshot of this ask, lmao, I posted this before I was ready on accident (my app updated and I pressed post rather than safe as a draft because the buttons moved and I'm dumb like that, lol) and didn't have time right then to write what I wanted to for this so I just screen-shotted, then deleted the original post. It's fine, haha. It's here now.)

This reminded me of a fic I wrote a while ago! It's not big dick Steve and it's not mocking in a fun way (in the past, instead, people have been cruel about such a big dick), but... it's big dick Bucky who gets lightheaded when he gets a hard one with size queen Steve praising him and making him feel like no one else, so I just think it's something you might enjoy as well:

"Strangers Who Fit Together More Like Soulmates"

Now, though, YES, we can talk about big dick Steve who gets light-headed and thoughtless whenever he's hard:

If Bucky were feeling confessional, he would describe the way he feels like this--luxuriously pressing his chest up against Steve's broad back and gluing his hips to bubble butt--and, oh, boy, is it a lot of feeling. He can feel the slow, thick rush of his blood through his body, turning the heat up to a feverish, summer level--the kind of summer night that you spend sweating, lying back on your bed over top of your sheets. After all, it's that humid and sticky. So hot that you're thinking about how bad it would really be if some monster came up and snagged your uncovered ankle because... it can't fucking be as bad as this heat. He's fucking hot.

Sweating.

Bucky can feel that, too, his sweat pooling on his skin underneath his clothes. Steve has to be sweating, too. They're going to have to peel apart...eventually. But more pressingly than the heat and sweat and flush afflicting him, he can feel the strain and twinge in his wrist. His muscles ache as he grips and strokes, jacking Steve off while he pretends to be able to wash the dishes. And Bucky hasn't even been at this teasing torture for long!

You'd think after so many months of getting so, so intimately aquatinted with Steve's monster cock, that his body would be used to it. But his body isn't--it still doesn't know what's hit it because he's colliding, regularly, with a fucking semi-truck. Bucky doesn't stand a chance.

With another handful of fast, sloppy strokes that tease more than feel satisfying, Steve sways forward into the counter with a low, aching noise. It's like a tree threatening to fall, Bucky swears it. His big, big body and matching cock. Bucky could climb him like a tree if not for how unsteady Steve gets whenever he's turned on.

The way he twitches and weakens leaves Bucky's arm pinned between Steve's body and the counter, one of the sharp points of Steve's hips and the equally sharp edge of the countertop dig into Bucky. He doesn't care. He's ignoring that ache alongside the lactic acid building up in his muscles--that acid, too, stokes the flames inside him, he burns hot--Bucky murmurs, husky into Steve's ear, "biiiiig boy, yeah, that's it." He won't stop teasing him, no matter how much his arm complains or how stuck it gets.

Instead, Bucky switches tactics, he didn't start this ambush for nothing. So, he squeezes him with his whole hand. He can't touch all of him like this, but it doesn't matter. More than a handful. Regardless, it's more than enough for Steve to be gripped and grabbed based on how he jerks forward quickly, gasping low, under his breath with a barely there huff of, "Buck-!"

Bucky pays his breathy sound no mind, replacing it in the tension-thick air between them with his own words, "I fucking love feeling you swell up in my hand," Steve moans, dropping a thankfully plastic container with a clatter, "gimme it, baby," Bucky goads him, hyping him up, giving up the pretense of just an innocent reach-around-and-cop-a-feel to an all-out fuck-session. "Gimme it. I wanna feel it." Bucky squeezes his hand around his shaft under his sweatpants. Steve's gone from soft and sweet to solid and thick so fast that Bucky's fingers no longer meet around his dick. "One day," Bucky muses, stretching onto his tip-toes to whisper right in Steve's ear, letting his lips brush his skin just a little, just enough to make him shudder, "I'm gonna shove you in me when you're half hard and I'm just gonna sit on this fat cock," Bucky squeezes unforgivingly until Steve makes a stupid guh sound, punched-out, "feeling it get bigger in me."

Steve shivers again, this time more intense. Oh, yeah, he's getting weaker.

Bucky nips at the hot shell of his ear, already turning red. How he still has enough blood in his body to blush while his cock fills up so heavy and thick will remain a mystery to Bucky.

"How's that sound, huh?" He teases.

Steve just whimpers.

Bucky had to get on his tip-toes before, but he relaxes now because Steve is falling, slowly, uncontrollably slouching down the counter. He'll end up on the floor if Bucky keeps going, getting dizzy as his blood finally decides it all has to go where Bucky wants it... in this nice, fat dick.

There's no harm in speeding the process up, making him dizzy, "you're such a slut with this huge thing, getting it up so fast, so often."

"Buck!" Steve gasps again, his muscle-bound body pressed so harshly against the restricted pressure and friction of Bucky's hand in his pants that Bucky starts to feel sharp tingles in his fingers, pins and needles that somehow make the silky hard sensation of Steve's dick in his hand sweeter.

"I can't believe you. I can't believe how slutty you are," Bucky kisses the nape of his neck lushly, then he scrapes his teeth against the top bump of his spine when Steve lets his head hang, the rest of him wilting as his dick swells. "Do you know how eager you are? You'll fucking crumble to your knees for me any time, any day, all I gotta do is get that blood flowing south and you're a goner, babyy--"

Steve inhales so shakily it sounds like he's at the end of a really good cry.

Perfect.

Bucky uses his weakness, his going limp, to his advantage, curling his other hand around his cinched waist to pull him back--giving himself more room to work. That way his hand doesn't tingle so much as he works hard to stroke all the way up and all the way down that big fucking gun he's packing in his sweats. Armed and dangerous.

Steve, with this little (not so little) head talking louder than his big head, lets him move him. Mold him. Stroke him. Jerk him off. Faster. harder.

He slouches another inch. his hands have long since stopped trying to clean their dishes, instead, wet and sudsy, he's gripping the edges of the sink for dear life.

"Should I get you a fainting couch, big guy?" The more he talks, the wider Bucky's Cheshire smile stretches. He's sure he looks feral, how could he not? The weight of his dick in his hand, more and more of Steve's whole body weight pressing back against Bucky, leaning into his chest, letting him have it all. "'Cause we sure as shit need something to catch you when you fall every time I bend over and you see my ass? You fuckin' horndog."

Steve scrambles, suddenly, to touch him. His dish-water-soaked, red-hot hands the size of dinner plates wrap themselves around both of Bucky's forearms. Bucky feels the squeeze as he jerks him slower but harder, much less teasing and more pleasuring. Steve is unsteady. Bucky is all that's holding him up and he won't be able to for long, he's fucking heavy. When his cock twitches in his grip once, twice, leaving Bucky with a mouth full of drool, he starts taking his big guy toward the living room. Walking slow and carefully--pushing really. Pushing this fucking tank toward the nearest soft place for him to crash.

"I can't fucking believe you, big boy," Bucky's mouth runs as he goes, "where do you keep this thing?" As he says it, he goes alllll the way from the base to the tip. Bucky still can't believe how long and how thick he is. He feels like it's a fucking joke. When he first saw Steve naked, he couldn't pick his jaw up off the floor. He thought, o-fucking-kay, you're a show-er then? But as he got to touch and taste and explore, running wild. And it turns out Steve's actually a grower, and then Bucky couldn't only not close his mouth but he couldn't speak. He couldn't fit the whole thing in his mouth and stuffed down his throat either.

"How do you fit it in your pants?" The questions pour out as they get into the living room, Steve stumbling worse now, dizzier. He wouldn't be able to differentiate up from down if he tried, Bucky's pretty sure. The only up and down he knows is Bucky's fist fighting to stretch around his cock, Bucky's mouth gaping to suck him down, Bucky's asshole struggling to swallow him whole. Up and down, up and down, up and down--bouncing on that unreal cock. "How do you fit it in me? I can't believe you do, every time I look at it. Jesus Christ."

For such a big guy, his voice is so cute and small, mewling, whining, and pawing at him with clumsy hands, trying to get him to do more than talk and jerk him off. He wants faster. He wants more. Slut.

"It's good you go so dumb, baby," Bucky murmurs, taking his hands off him and throwing him onto their couch instead. Tiiiimber, Bucky snickers to himself, watching him bounce on the couch. The springs squeak and Steve whimpers, writhing with the unfair treatment. Why'd you stop?, those huge puppy dog eyes, rimmed red, threatening to spill tears, ask. "'Cause if you didn't get so dumb, you'd get some big ideas of doing the work, wouldn't you?"

Steve's too out of it to nod, but it doesn't matter. Bucky doesn't need his silly little input, all he needs is that cock, that gorgeous body, and the stupid expression on his face--eyelids heavy, mouth slack, cheeks hot.

Out. of. it.

"And we can't have that!" He bites, teasing as he climbs onto Steve's prone, sprawled form, straddling his tree-trunk thighs and unceremoniously shoving his sweats down just to watch that horse cock bounce up and slap his clenching tummy. Steve's chest heaves, a wail ripped out of him and causing him to almost double over. Bucky shoves him back, "if you're thinking, you're trying to finger me open and you're just too impatient with a dick like that."

Steve makes some garbled noise, it sounds like he's drowning.

Bucky chuckles, half-amusement, half-breath, throwing his head back with it. He's enjoying himself so fucking much, his hands working that cock and his hips grinding against Steve's solid thigh. "I gotta stretch myself open for you with a dick like what you got. I, I gotta drag it out," he pauses to moan, still grinding, "'cause I'd split at the seams with dick if I didn't get nice and loose for you."

Steve bucks underneath him, nearly throwing him off. It just makes Bucky chuckle more--more moan and breath in the sound. He's so sweet and dumb. Nothing matters to him like this, blissed out, and it's so easy to get him here that it's a wonder Bucky doesn't keep him like this all the time. Yeah, that sounds good, a living, breathing, fuck-machine.

There's no lube over here, though, so unfortunately, Bucky can't start getting sloppy and loose for his human dildo. He'll just have to do the next best thing and jack him off until he cums, then, once he's pumping buckets all over himself, Bucky can scoop it up and use it, along with all his eager, slippery pre-cum to slick himself up so Steve can fill him fuller. More dick. More cum.

It won't be hard to get Steve there--

"If only that brain was as big as that big dick, hm, sweetie? Then maybe you could actually get something done rather than just letting me lead you around by the cock."

Steve whines roughly.

--yeah. No sweat. Give Bucky a challenge, c'mon.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #big dick steve #big sub steve #dom bucky #teasing #lots of obscenities

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shikariix · 3 days ago

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One for all please gimme

I knew you would do this to me AND YET

Emily okay on your own by mxmtoon (feat. Carly Rae Jepsen)

Ohhhh I love this song so much. The vibe is so tasty. This song suits the way Emily has dealt with the majority of her relationships - she's been the one to break up, saying she needs time to herself; that she's not the right person for the other; just generally she's always the one to break it off because she doesn't believe in the relationship anymore. She's not proud of it per se - if anything, she craves a loving relationship. It's just that the ones she's had made her feel like she couldn't breathe. (Of course all of this changes with Beca 😌)

Rahat Burn The House Down by AJR

why DID I add this to his playlist Rahat has a lot of trouble with his identity and once he's clean all of that will come catch up with him at the speed of light. I like how many questions are asked in these lyrics. He's always been the guy to do whatever his friends ask him to, and considering the kinds of friends these were, he's done plenty of stuff that a law abiding citizen would not. I like that this song presents the you-person as a liar because I do imagine these friends have lied to him plenty, and as he's finding his own identitiy, he becomes more aware of what he thinks of that, if that makes sense.

Anna Tears by The Tragic Thrills

I like the vulnerability in this song. Anna is someone who lives by her feelings and she's got a LOT of 'em. It's important for her to remember (and she'd remind others of this constantly!) that it's a good thing to feel so much. We DO have hearts that bleed and maybe we ARE better off having tears so we can weep. I don't have much else to say about it I'm afraid fhjfgf It's a pretty straightforward analysis.

Sara Ghost by Halsey

Okay well part of this is that Sara likes bad girls FDHJGFHJ leather jackets & teasing,,, There's just something about a rulebreaker that draws her in even though she herself follows any rule ever given to her. I think I put this song in here more for the vibes and maybe the feeling that she's lost connection with herself? I might be bullshitting this rn but when I think of her asking 'where did you go' I think more about her inner child as she had to act like a grownup at a very young age because of her upbringing and her mother's disability. Her child self definitely left nothing more than a ghost behind and I think she mourns that more than she would care to admit. But this is probably not the best song to use for this dfhgfjh

Katy Stronger (What Doesn't Kill You) by Kelly Clarkson

DFJHF I know this is like a post-breakup song but for Katy (who is just 16yo) I picked this one because of its unabashed confidence!! Teens do be feeling like nothing can get them down sometimes. She also does have a tendency to think she doesn't need anyone else, partially because finding out she was adopted (single dad) was not the best experience for her. So she says screw it!! I'm cool enough anyway on my own. ✌️

Gabriella The Killing Kind by Marianas Trench

Oh I am SO PLEASED Marianas Trench made it in here hehe. This song gives me super vivid visuals of Gabriella breaking out of the shack she was being held captive in. For context, she's a mutant (like a lot of my OCs FHDJF but it's not always as relevant) and was taken hostage by a group of people who want to eradicate them and she got tortured for information for decades. Gabriella's power is airokinesis, and when a tornado hits the shack, it gives her an incredible powersurge. She uses the wind to break free and take down her captors. And yes, that does include some killing :)

Tiffany #SELFIE by The Chainsmokers

OMG THIS HAS ME BARKING WITH LAUGHTER FDHJFG. Tiff LOVES gossip and selfies, she's chronically online in the bad way hfdgjhg I just can't even find the words to describe how much this song vibes with her 😭 The bitchiness and drama of it all I'm YELLING this was the best one to end on

#answered #mcrololo #ocs #emily pricefield #rahat nayar #anna van houten #sara sweets #kaitlyn pryde #gabriella brandi joyner #tiffany marchetti #now I'm exhausted 😪

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anewp0tat0 · 1 year ago

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AAAAHHHHH!! CONSIDER MY SHIT FLIPPED!! THE BLACK BUTLER LIVES! What are your thoughts on the new art style?

BRO I'm with you, flipped like that pancake I managed to throw half out the pan😩 I still can't believe. best Monday every fr.

and ooo thanks for the question, I wanna hear your thoughts after this👀 I've already said a little bit about this in the tags of some other posts, as well as touched on it in my master post of the crew, but I suppose I may give a big final answer(for now, from this teaser).

judging the art alone, not the fact that we get a new anime or anything exciting like that, just the art alone... it's very pretty!

yea this is very pretty. the kid looks great, small and good, and his hair looks feathery and neat, so I approve. I think they nailed his general proportions, I think they'll do a great job at keeping them consistent during episodes! the image to the right does looks a tiny bit like a 3d asset, which is a bit jarring compared to the previous anime style, but I'm flexible towards this change. even if he looks like a video game cutscene character, I usually love cutscenes!!

but here's the drama I'm sure you're here for. yes, unfortunately, there are some wee things that I don't love as much🤏

the first thing, it really doesn't matter and I should shut up about it now... but YOU asked so ajdjfksksk why did they have to shrink sebs jaw cmon my favorite art of him ever was during the Greenwitch arc so don't tell me I'll NEVER be able to see that style of him animated😫 I just like prominent features man. I know he's meant to be pretty but but but....

ah okay. heres the main thing that I think most people may agree with.

these are two screenies of sebster from the teaser. honestly, as ☆luxurious☆ as his lashes are, I'm not a fan of the left image. the airbrush on his hair feels a tad overdone. I love the attention to detail, especially in the one on the right, it shows a lot of love! but there's just something about it that's a bit off for me.

and I think after 24 hours I've finally figured it out: it's the colors.

the realization started to hit me when I saw my favorite edit so far here by @ashxketchum. the colors have been edited to be much more saturated and warm. and I think this is exactly what is missing here.

I even tried my own hand at it, and yea personally, I think slapping a saturation, tint, and just a BIT of contrast on the whole thing can do numbers on it.

already I like it(no I'm not just praising my own work, it's not the best edit out there I did it in 30 secs). I think the reason for this is because the background is very rich in contrast and warm tones, so the characters(particularly sebastian who is all black) stand out when they are muddy and low contrast. I love stylistically when contrast is high, but that's just a personal thing, and I shouldn't hold a studio to those standards.

I tried it for the poster too though, which again I felt was a bit off. official art has never been the most top tear, and the poster is GOOD, the background is awesome and the two peeps looks amazing. but my problem with it was clear once I did another color edit.

(edit on the right)

again, I feel like everything was very muted in the left original, not to mention a tad monochromatic. I really think a kick of contrast and hue could do wonders.

BUT. I know that at the end of the day, it's not a big deal. I don't really care. would it make my day or whole year if they slapped a color filter on it, or continued to work on the color grading of the scenes? probably yea! but my opinion isn't obsolete, and most of all, I look forward to and respect the artists decisions.

so no I'm not "fixing" the art😅😒.

and finally, I think this is awesome:

(I had forgotten but this gif is edited by @kilruas from this post)

GORGEOUS. could it turn some people off cause it's mostly cg? maybe. idc though. gorgeous. gimme some of that beverage.

sorry for the rant, hope it's what you wanted! I think that's everything... I like it 85%!

#my asks #thanks for the ask bud!#kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji 2024 #2024 anime #my text posts

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ifishouldvanish · 10 months ago

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(sorry, one more bc it's been on my mind for a long time)

I worry though, about... the dynamic. Can someone really find and bond with another through their grief and loneliness, without this grim depression they share becoming *worse?*

For me, personally, whenever I think about them... I think there's going to be a level of catharsis. They have something that would be very hard to find in another living being, and a certain love for humanity and the past that would be difficult to find among vampires, and this shapes them into shattered pieces which fit together. But would they still be able to find happiness? It kind of feels like they're two damaged clocks that have coincidentally been stuck on the same minute and hour hand. Would they be able to heal and move time forward?

Okay so like!!!!

I see it less about bonding over the shared grief itself and more about what their responses to that grief have exposed in each of them. Like, in the beginning and on the surface level, yes. It is the grief and loss and loneliness that brings them together. But they are foils!!! I'm telling you!!! They can learn from each other!!!

I've mentioned probably all of this before in scattered pieces across all my posts at some point but!! I think the lowest common denominator, the core of their dynamic, lies in how they seem to have established their senses of self.

Alucard struggles with how not to define himself by his father, and then having to define himself in opposition to his father. "Slave to our families' wishes" etc. And when that chapter of his life closes he's like, "welp, guess I'll just entomb myself here 🤷" until Trevor and Sypha are like "what?? Dude no??" And he's like "oh haha I guess you're right, I can uphold the legacy of the best parts of both of my parents!!" And they're like "ya!!" But then a month goes by without anyone coming round to say "hey!!! Share that knowledge with me!! Fulfill the role you've given yourself" and he is just... so fucking bored and unfulfilled?

He needed they-who-shall-not-be-named to come along so he could fill that role, needed Greta to come along so he could fill that role. He tells Greta about how rescuing others sort of fills a void for him/gives him purpose, which is honorable, yes. But like... It's also so sad imo?? This comfort in denying his sense of self? "I don't know what to do with myself, just gimme a shout if the world ever needs saving again"?? Like Alucard, honey, babygirl, sweetheart... you need to learn to live for yourself 🥺

Olrox on the other hand is... not selfish exactly, but he knows what he's about and he refuses compromise himself. You killed the only man I ever loved? Okay, then I'm killing you, and no, I don't care if your nine year old son witnesses it. You want the juicy story of why that boy is terrified of the big bad vampire? Okay, but you will learn about my humanity first so you can sit with your cognitive dissonance about it later. You think I'm just going to throw myself at your feet because you promise us all eternal night? How about you kindly go fuck yourself? You happily stump for Erzsebet because she promised you that she'll create a world that will allow you to relive your glory days? Couldn't be me!

Like obviously we have a much more limited viewpoint for Olrox because we know so much less about him and his past, but this is not a guy who's waiting for someone to give him a purpose. He acts alone, he doesn't play nice with others, he has his own agenda, and is even a little bit of a hedonist: investigating the relationship between the abbot and Erzsebet? Might as well fuck a hot monk while I'm at it. I said eat the rich, but I might as well look good doing it. You hate/fear me cause I killed your mom? Get over it already. You think the opera singing night creature is annoying? Well, I'm familiar enough with opera music to know he's actually reading you all for filth, so I think it's great!

I think at the end of the day, Alucard is a character who defines himself by others, not understanding why he still feels so empty and alone. And Olrox is a character who defines himself by his own terms, but in being caught between both human and vampire worlds has learned to push people away because he thinks he is better off that way. But by the end of the season, his worst fear is realized: I cannot do this alone. I am at the mercy of someone else's help.

But Olrox isn't like anyone else Alucard has rescued before. He's a fellow vampire. He's a fellow immortal. He's going to be around for as long as he is. And maybe, in that time, a little bit of that ego can start to rub off on Alucard. Maybe he can learn to live for himself without apology, without feeling like he has to atone for the sins of his father. Maybe, just maybe, he can learn to exist outside of the role of the mythical savior.

Because Olrox doesn't want one of those—heaven's no. He can take care of himself, thank you very much. But what if he could learn he doesn't always have to? Who better to restore his faith in the world than the guy who has his mother's conviction that all of this mess is worth saving so deeply ingrained in him that it's been the primary source of his identity for centuries?

I'm starting to ramble here so I hope this is coherent, but in conclusion: they would be so restorative for each other and look so hot together and that is why I believe in Alurox supremacy 🙏

#castlevania nocturne #Olrox #Alucard #adrian tepes #Alucard x Olrox #alurox

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years ago

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 5

Summary: your week with Frank, and you find out lots of new things...

Pairings: Frank Adler X Reader (Past)

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, mentions of somnophilia, sex with an audience, cheating (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.4K

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“Frank?” You ask, lifting up off his chest. He holds tighter to you, pulling you down for an innocent kiss, despite your sticky post coital skin clinging to each other. “Is there some place you have always wanted to visit, but haven’t. Nothing to do with a rodeo, either. This is just leisure.”

“Hmm,” he hums, starting to run his hands up and down your back. “Can’t be for a rodeo, huh? Kentucky. We can go to the pony races. Still beautiful in its own way. Different from Montana. And where would my sweet Bunny go?”

“Drive up the east coast in the fall,” he tilts his head to the side, giving you a soft smile. “I want to see all the changing trees. Get some maple in Vermont. Hit every single one of those little bitty states, and end in Boston.”

“Boston? Is that why you want me to wear a Red Sox hat? What’s in Boston?”

“History. And yes, my dad is a Red Sox fan. Always has been. I’ve always wanted to visit there. I don’t know about living there. Giving all this up,” you look out the big window beside your bed. You didn’t bother to close the curtain when the two of you were on the property. Able to have nature and mountains in the distance. Still able to view the stars, and were even surprised when Frank knew some of the constellations.

“Like go to the museums, the food, the art, the history, Frank. And…I don’t know there’s these books my mom used to read. They were always set in Boston. They were just so mysterious, and I’ve always wanted to go and see the spots that he was talking about.”

“Mmm,” his eyes start fluttering close, and you snuggle more into his chest. Relaxing into him as the two of you start settling in for bed. “I’ll take you to Boston one day.”

“Promise?”

“One day, Bunny. You can show me the history. But now, I just want you to sleep on me. Tomorrow, it’s just you and me.”

“And Steve and Bucky and the rest of the rodeo.”

“Shh, go to sleep.”

Clyde jumps from the back seat of the truck to the front the moment you pull into the rodeo. Happily licking at you while you look over at Frank, he looked happy. He looked happier here than he ever did with you at home. You feel a tinge of guilt about asking him to take a year off. There was a lightness to him. Even just pulling your tiny little camper, he seemed at peace because he knew it was leading him to the rodeo. Throwing the truck into park, he turns towards you, puckering his lips.

“Gimme a kiss, Bunny,” he speaks too deep, and you giggle as you lean in for a chaste peck that turns raunchy quickly. Clyde had migrated to the floor, and Frank was pulling you more into him. A hand groping you tit when both of you jump at Steve smacking the hood of the truck.

“We getting a show for free?” He laughs, and Bucky was standing there with his back to the two of you, “You two gonna have a private rodeo? Ride ‘em cowboy, am I right, Bunny?”

“Hey Steve,” you scream back out the windshield. Reaching in the back for Clyde’s leash.

“Don’t start,” Frank groans, already irritated at your silence.

“Didn’t say anything.”

“They’re my friends.”

“Frank, I didn’t say anything. Steve has seen us in much more compromising positions. I seriously don’t care, okay?” He nods his head, but still stares at you, “Don’t make this a big deal, because it’s not. I promise. You want me to meet you with them after I walk the buddy?”

“Yeah, are you gonna be my personal nurse today?”

“Uh, maybe tonight.”

“Oh, really?”

“Mhmm, I’ll give you a thorough exam tonight, okay? I’ll see you in a bit, cowboy,” the kiss the two of you give each other was much sweeter, and you open the door to let Clyde smell the smells, and get some much needed relief while Frank grabs his things and checks in.

Watching everyone move about makes you slightly miss this. The unpredictability of the rodeo, the people, the excitement, but you did enjoy your peace of mind at home. Clicking your tongue at Clyde, you walk him further away from the horses and bulls. Letting him hear them without being too close.

“Bunny!” You peek around your shoulder to see Bucky jogging over towards you, and you hold out your hands for a quick hug. “This has been such a weird season without you. How’s life been?” Faking a yawn, you pat your mouth with your left hand, letting him see the actual ring Frank had finally replaced your grandmother’s with.

“I heard. It’s about time he quit playing games with you.”

“Yeah, he did good. Now if I can get him to stop rodeoing long enough for us to build a house. Oh, and this sweet boy is Clyde. Clyde, this is Uncle Bucky, he’s the sweet one of the group.”

“He’s cute. You settled for a dog until Frank knocks you up?”

“Settling for a dog until Frank and I build a house. House, marriage, kids, and I’m not so sure how that’s going to work out considering this is his life. Look at him,” you motion your head towards Frank, and your fiance had the biggest smile planted on his face as he talks to Steve. “I forgot how the rodeo was his first love.”

“Aw, come on, Buns, he ain’t never loved anyone like he loves you,” you didn’t doubt that, you just hoped he loved you more than he loved the rodeo. “You’ll just have to use the winnings this season to build a house quickly. You got a wedding to plan.”

“We’ll probably have to get married at the rodeo. At least I know he’ll smile in the pictures.”

“You okay?” You nod your head, giving him a fake punch to his shoulder, “What?”

“Any buckle bunny caught your eye?”

“I don’t want a buckle bunny. I want someone I can settle down with. I’m just using earnings to store away for a good life with a good woman. I don’t want my own ranch, I’d love to partner with someone and work the ranch, ya know?”

“Bucky Barnes has goals, huh? Bucky, I don’t know if any woman deserves someone as sweet as you.”

Steve swats at Frank’s arm, pointing over towards you and Bucky. Laughing and cutting up. Walking around with Clyde on a leash, and he looks back out at the ring, “You think he’s after my girl?” He squints into the sun, refusing to look towards Steve who starts laughing.

“Naw, Bucky is a good one. But appearances matter here. She may have the ring, but you don’t have anything claiming you to her. Haven’t shown the circuit how you're the cock that she’s obsessed with.”

“How is she supposed to be claiming me?”

“Really? Get you one of those big greasy hickies on your neck. You got that camper, when it’s rockin’ don’t come a knockin’,” he shoves his elbow on Frank, starting to laugh. “Oh come on, enough people see her with Bucky and a ring on her finger, he’s the hopeless romantic, who do you think they’re going to assume she’s engaged to? By the way, we could save some money if we just slept in your camper. Doesn’t the table turn into a bed? We’ll wait until the camper quits moving. Make sure she’s loud in the saddle, Frankie boy.”

“You’re trying to get me in trouble, aren’t you? She’d die if she knew that you were sleeping above Clyde’s cubby,” Frank scratches the back of neck, knowing that you would in fact be ticked off with company in the camper.

“Just don’t tell her. You bought the camper right? To distract her from that ginger pussy you had that night,” Frank stands up straight, glaring at Steve, “What? Oh, come on, she has to know about that.”

“No she doesn’t. I didn’t tell her, she didn’t need to know.”

“You’re an idiot. You know what city we’re in? Have fun,” Frank pauses, looking around to where the usual buckle bunnies hang out, and thankfully there was no redhead. “So, about us sleeping in the camper? It would be great.”

“Yeah, just…don’t say anything to Bunny. It’s not that important. We weren’t even that serious then.”

“Okay. You just got into a fight about her flirting with Bucky. I see your eyes turning green because she is in fact with Bucky right now. You know that man doesn’t want to be with her right? Bucky has very specific qualities he wants in a woman. Bunny ain’t it. She can talk with him because they’re both romantic idiots. Quit beating around the bush and marry the girl. A camper and puppy won’t distract her for too long. It’s all I’m saying,” Steve holds his hands out, walking away backwards from Frank who was left a bit more paranoid than before. “Your funeral buddy. Maybe get a bit injured and let her do all the work. I know how much you like her riding you.”

“I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“You shouldn’t. I need to get laid!” Frank rolls his eyes, resting his hands on the fence as he looks back at you. He didn’t want to get mad at you being with Bucky. Yeah you were smiling and laughing, but he knew what you looked like when you were in love. He rolls his fingers over the fence knowing that this week was going to be an interesting one. He just hoped things went the way he wanted them to go.

Clyde looks at the bull nervously, looking up at Frank when he backs away a couple of feet. But you couldn’t stop staring at him. He was in his element, confident and ready for this ride as Steve and Bucky get him tightened up. “Bunny!” He screams at you, and you climb up the fence, “Need my good luck charm.”

With his left hand right under your breast, he crashes into your lips for a bruising kiss. Sucking on your tongue, and making your breathless before pulling away too soon. Giving you a quick wink. You shouldn’t be as turned on by this as you were. Not only did he look super sexy in his cowboy attire, he was claiming you in a sinful and public way. Letting all the bunnies and riders know that the two of you belonged together.

“Okay, boys! Okay!” He screams, and the chute opens for his eight second ride. You bend over to scoop Clyde up, and hold him close while you stare horrified at your fiance. This part always made you nervous. It was like a sick show watching him get tossed around, but when the bell chimes, and he’s able to get off safely from the bull, throwing his hat in the air, you start bouncing around, kissing around Clyde’s face.

“He’ll get a top score for that,” Bucky screams in your ear, but you are more excited about him not being hurt. Waiting for him to climb the fence by you, and capturing your lips with his while the stadium watching. It was one of the best feelings in the world. A grand declaration that you were his.

Maybe just maybe coming out this week wasn’t so bad after all.

“Frank,” you whisper, starting to sink lower down his body. “Frank,” you pepper kisses all down his chest. Stopping right over his low sitting boxers. “It’s time to wake up,” sticking your tongue out, and pulling down his boxer briefs, you lick up his quickly hardening length. “Frank, don’t you want me to ride you for your wake you call?”

“Bunny,” you let his underwear snap back on him, and he groans, sitting up, while you look over towards the table, and the two bodies that were sleeping there. “You really going to give us a live show?”

“Steve?” You squeak out, and look down at Frank before looking back at your guests.. Your arms circling your bare chest for coverage. “And Bucky, too. Hey, Buck. How did the table sleep?”

“It would have slept better if I didn’t hear you moaning in the middle of the night. Frank, did ya start fingering her or something?” Steve stretches, sitting up to stare straight at yours and Frank’s bed, causing Clyde to crawl out from his bed under the table yipping at him.

“I seriously forgot you two were here,” Frank yawns. This is why you didn’t like being on the road. Steve and Bucky usually weren’t too far away.

“Oh my god! Out!”

“Buns.”

“Get out! Out!”

“Bunny, it’s not a big deal. I told them they could stay,” you weren’t in the mood. You had just woken up, slept nude, and there was Bucky and Steve.

“Steve, let's go,” Bucky starts to get up, giving you a quick look as he grabs his shirt from the floor.

“Grab the keys to the truck,” Frank motions to the counter, and the two of them leave. The second the door closes, you’re jumping off the bed, grabbing out your clothes for the day. “Bunny.”

“Frank, a bit of a head’s up would have been nice. You have on clothes, I see. I am completely naked. They were feet away from us. I came out on the road to spend time with you. Not Bucky and Steve, but you. You could have given me the same knowledge you had yourself, and let me put on some panties and a shirt. Maybe not slowly fuck me from behind in the middle of the night.”

“Buns, they know we have sex.”

“Knowing we have sex, and being able to watch it are two very different things. I just…do you even get what I’m trying to say? My privacy was taken away from me. Gone. I deserved to know you were letting them stay. I just feel violated,” he stands from the bed, and holds you softly in his arms. Waiting until you wrap your arms around his waist, tickling his lower back. “It’s just embarrassing.”

“I know, I should have said something. They can sleep in the truck or get a hotel. I’m sorry. I am. And I did forget they were in here, we’ve never had house guests before,” you lean back off his chest, with an exasperated sigh, and he gives a kiss to your nose, laughing. “We got time for a quickie?”

“Nope. You got that in the middle of the night.”

“Bunny.”

“You were on your way to getting a blowjob and some reverse cowgirl. You’re the one that had to let them stay. Enjoy your blue balls,” Frank says your name, backing you up to the bed, but you shake your head with a smile. You weren’t caving in this time. “No, Frank. No!” You squeal as he lifts you over his shoulder. “Put me down.”

“After I fuck you.”

“No. Frank, you better not,” when he drops you on the bed, shoving his hands down your pants, you don't want to moan. “Frank!”

“You’re drenched. It’s not even fair.”

“I can take a cold shower and wash up. Stop. You’re gonna be late.”

“Let me play with you,” he presses two fingers into your warmth, and you grab tight to his arms. “I’ll take the punishment of blue balls, but you were very horny making out with my cock.”

“Your cock never went into my mouth.”

“Bunny, just relax. Enjoy this.”

“Tonight we go dancing?” He shakes head no, adding another finger. “Tonight we will go dancing!”

“We can go dancing if you fuck me.”

“Your fingers are fucking me.”

He starts laughing, removing his fingers to pull down your pants. His briefs get shuffled down enough to free his cock, and he slides into you. “Do you ever get tired of fucking? Can’t make it through the night without fucking me in my sleep.”

“You liked it. Had your cream all over me. Made a mess of your cunt,” you take a deep gulp, staring up at him. “You are my messy little slut, huh? I think I heard Steve mast…”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you growl up at him. You didn’t care what he heard coming from the other bed. You didn’t want to know. Ignorance is bliss. You just needed to finish. Head to the drugstore, just in case. You hated when Frank would cum in you. You guys weren’t ready for a baby, and you needed a backup plan. Should have listened to Mindy when she said to get on birth control.

“Frank,” you whimper, squeezing onto his arms. His body starts thrusting into you harder. He had to make it quick. Didn’t want to make things too obvious. You were supposed to be fighting. Having a melt down at the two of them being in here.

He brings himself completely out of you, before jamming into you with so much force it rocks the camper. So much for being inconspicuous. He loved making your body ‘buck’ with his movements. Loved watching the way you became so weak with a need for him. He starts making tight circles on your clit, “Go on, Bunny, come with me. You’re almost there. Squeezing me so tight. You’re right there. Right,” he lets out a hard moan as your walls constrict around him, and he blows his load deep inside of you.

“I’m going to leave you in here to shower. I’ll say we compromised by going out tonight, okay?” You give him a dopey smile, sitting up for a quick kiss, and he pulls on some clothes. Leaving you alone to get ready for the day.

He gives the cab of the truck a hard knock, and Steve and Bucky crawl out, “Yeah, you were gone a bit too long. Still got it in, didn’t you?”

“What can I say, we can't keep our hands to ourselves. Um…we’re going dancing tonight. So, you can get you some action, and ya’ll can either sleep in the truck or get you a hotel room. She’s not too happy about…well, she was naked.”

“She’s got a nice ass, but you really wanna go dancing in this town?” Steve asks with a crooked smile. “You’re asking for a breakup. Bunny is going to smell that desperate redhead from a mile away. Have fun tonight. I wouldn’t want to miss it.”

Frank forgot all about that for a moment. There was a possibility that the redhead, who he still didn’t have a name for, barely could remember him herself. He just knew that something had happened that he wasn’t too proud of, and he was going to let it stay in the past. Hopefully.

“I’m going to get me something to drink, you want something?”

Frank pulls you in close to his body, giving you a dirty little kiss, while he holds up your hand, playing with your engagement ring, “Yes, just get me a beer,” turning to walk away, he gives you a swat on your ass, whistling.

Frank heads back to the table, faltering a moment as he looks into the corner, and he’s looking straight ahead. Don’t look. Don’t engage. Don’t acknowledge. “Steve, we gotta get out of here.”

“I’m still looking.”

“Steve!” He tilts his head to the corner, and it was a mistake. Redhead herself was walking over to him. “Shit. Shit. Go tell Bunny to get us some rounds of shots or something. Keep her busy. Please, anything,” Steve glares at Frank, but heads over to your side.

“Frank Adler,” the redhead saunters right up to him, grabbing at his buckle. “I missed you.”

“You should leave.”

“Why? Would it have something to do with your little bitch of a fiancé? Wasn’t she the one you got in a fight with last year, and sought out my comfort?”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You need to leave,” he side steps her, heading towards you, but you had already seen. Tapping on Steve’s arm, and pointing over to them. Frank was screwed. He knew it, too. “I really need you to leave,” he jogs around her, heading towards you, but before he even gets to the bar, you are walking away from him and this situation.

He jogs to catch up with you, screaming your name, but you need out of here. Everything was closing in on you, and your ears ring with straight fury. “Bunny,” he grabs at your arm when you get out of the door, and you smack him away. “Bunny, baby, stop. Let me explain.”

“No,” you start laughing, so you don’t cry, and all you want to do is scream. “No, you don’t get to explain.”

“Buns, stop,” he yells as you start to walk away. They could have the camper, you were going to stay in their hotel. “Bunny.”

“Who is she?” Frank just stands there, and it pisses you off more. “Who is she? A buckle bunny, huh? Not your bunny though, no. That’s supposed to be me, you son of bitch!”

“Bunny, stop,” the audacity. You needed Clyde, and you were going home. Home to Montana, and you’d live with your parents for a bit. Maybe finally get your dream of driving up the east coast. “It’s not what you think it is. Let me explain!”

“Then explain. What was that?” He looks up at the sky, trying to collect his thoughts, which just piss you off even more. He wanted to explain, but now he couldn’t. “You can’t even fucking explain that.”

“Buns, we weren’t even together…officially.”

“W-w-what…what does that…what does that…oh my god, I’m going to be sick,” you start fanning your face, trying to think of when this happened. The moment you met Frank, you were together. “Officially? What?”

“Don’t worry,” the redhead steps behind you, cocking her hip to the side, “He was a lousy lay. Neither of us finished before he passed out. I hope you have a nice life with a drunk limp cock,” you hated them. Both of them. You had been a fool. All of this for nothing.

“When? When, Frank? When?”

He reaches out a hand to you, making shapes on your arm with his fingers, “Buns, you know when. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It didn’t mean anything. I don’t even know her name, and we weren’t…we…Bunny, I’m sorry.”

“It was that night wasn’t it? I knew you were off,” your lip trembles as you try to hold in your tears. “You fucking slept with her, and you came to my bed and declared your love, and we became ‘official’ that night. You accused trying to get with Bucky, and you got with some buckle chaser. That’s rich. That’s so like a man. Justify your insecurities, by an argument, and then having sex with someone because I chose to walk away from that argument. My god, we’re so fucking screwed, Frank. I’ve begged you to get serious. Live in a two by two camper with a dog, so we can save money. I’ve put up with this schedule, and everything only benefits you. Not me, most definitely not us. I can’t…I can’t do this, I told you that night I can’t forgive cheating.”

“I didn’t. Bunny, I didn’t cheat on you. We were just fucking then. But I couldn’t touch her. She wasn’t you, no one will ever be you. Bunny, I knew how much I loved you and couldn’t live without you in that moment,” the bare minimum. He was saying the dumbest thing, and you are the idiot that is falling for it. He had to feel the cunt of another woman to know just how much he loved you.

“Oh my god. Did you use a condom?”

“Yes, I’m not fucking idiot.”

“You didn’t use one with me our first time.”

“You’re a nurse. She’s a whore for the buckle. Do you realize how many riders she’s probably been with?”

“That doesn’t make me feel any better. You slept with her, and then you were beating on my door, wanting to hold me all night long because you felt guilty.”

“No it’s because I. Love. You! I screwed up, and I’m sorry. I have been faithful. I haven’t looked or touched anyone but you since that night. I have…when we go back, you’ll…it was going to be a surprise, but they’re grading the property. I know we kind of looked at houses, but…I want to build us our home. I know the camper is shitty, it’s ours, but I want you to be happy. I’m serious, it’s just you. This…I didn’t want this tonight. I wanted this week to reignite us again. I screwed up. I fucked up, but I want this…with you. I’m — I’m gonna pull back, it’s been a good season, I can afford to. We, me and you, baby. We can afford for me to pull back.”

You want to believe him. Want to think that he meant every single word. And you did, until the last part. Deep down you know Frank wasn’t going to pull back. Down deep in your core you did not think Frank was going to quit rodeoing anytime soon, but the romantic part of you that wanted this relationship to work was louder. You loved him. And you weren’t officially together. You had been sleeping together. It went against everything in you, but you were willing to give him that one time.

“They’re grading on the property?”

“Yes, baby. They’re grading, I wanted to surprise you when we got back. Got us a few options for houses. We’re going to have us a home, and soon a marriage, and our little kids, and they can ride the sheep at the ranch.”

“No. No, cowboys. No rodeos for our kids. I can’t worry about you and kids, Frank.”

“So we’re good?” You slowly lick your lips, contemplating what was the right move. He didn’t lie. He owned up to it. You were just sleeping together. Now you are engaged, it was different. “Buns?”

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re good. We should relieve Bucky from puppy duty.”

“Bucky is probably asleep. You wanna — just for old time’s sake go to the hotel, let him sleep in the camper with Clyde?” It was against your better judgment, but you nod your head, holding a hand out for him to take you to the hotel. You just didn’t realize it was his plan all along. The camper was in fact getting too small. You were right. And soon…your gut feelings would be haunting you. You knew better than to ignore your intuition, but love is blind.

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electrosair · 1 year ago

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hi! I saw your post requesting requests and figured I'd bite.

In terms of free time and hobbies, I enjoy collecting things. Whether it be mushrooms and flowers from the forest behind my house, trinkets found in antique stores, an ore or mineral to add to my rock collection, diagrams of steam and diesel locomotives, or bones of small critters, I probably have a small amount handy somewhere. I actually do enjoy gifting random stuff I find as I am collecting shiny objects. So definitely not a hoarder situation, mind you.

As a person I've been described as "a gremlin with crow like tendencies" by close friends, which, fair, I guess. I like giving more than being given gifts because we got that childhood trauma and religious/debt guilt up in this bitch. (I'm bitches and God bless America ig.)

To those who don't know me well, I come off as intimidating because I always scowl and rarely speak. Which is not true, my face is just Like That. It's hard to express emotions man, thems shits confuddling. Don't even get me started on the difficulty of speaking vocally, you cannot autocorrect sounds and it's hard to describe things in the moment!

But alas, the Autism decided I shall take the L and stutter when confronted into a social situation.

I'm partial to Liyue due to my ancestry, and appreciation of culture present in its lands. The story of the Adepti fascinates me, and I can see that a lot of Chinese mythos and auspicious symbolism is placed into this love letter to Chinese history. And the music! I can listen to Azhdaha's boss theme and never tire of it. I can relisten to the tale of streetward rambler and Guizhong and fail not to cry doing so. It's so rich in history that I cannot help but feel in awe of it all.

And my favorite element? Geo. Because I vibe with it deeply. It's the element of foundation, stability in life's tumultuous waves of chaos. It's sturdy and tenacious, which I relate to as the eldest sibling growing up protecting my younger sibling. If I were a Geo Vision wielder, I'd probably be a shield/tank character, because I'd be able to protect those I hold dear from danger.

Yours truly,

🪨 Anon

omg do i have my first anon right here??? if yes i'd love to make a list of anons 💔 i loved writing this so much, so please gimme more, i'm begging

Zhongli!

He probably finds it fascinating that you collect so many little things, especially the rocks and minerals. He would love to go on long nature walks with you, I feel you would both learn new things with each other's company and knowledge.

When he saw/heard you say that giving gifts you like more than receiving them his heart melted, you definitely have his interest won. Little by little he would try to convince you to accept small gifts that he can give you, like taking you to antique stores, to restaurants or bringing you new ores that you are missing in your collection.

The first time he saw you and got to talk to you maybe you found it awkward or something like that, but it was certainly impressive for him to try to get to know you and your interests more closely.

And the fact that you are related to Liyue thanks to your origins only makes it more interesting. It makes me think that maybe you met him by doing more research on the topics you like.

In short, he would love to hear you talk and then give his own opinions or read you some of the old stories that only he knows so well, adding facts to make sure it is something more detailed to what you might have heard, he may want to surprise you to keep you closer to him.

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sharonisthebettercarter · 8 months ago

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Billy and fucklander had opportunities to change and didn't take them. Ryan will have an opportunity to change and will try to change... only for his deadbeat dad and/or billy to take it from him because billy is at a point of no return and deadbeat is a life ruiner. Will any of this excuse some of Ryan's future involvement/behaviors? No... But it makes him more sympathetic than spermdonor and Billy combined.

goddammit anon. you're killin' me here. seen a couple of these answered by other folks in fandom so i'm guessing you have your thoughts written somewhere and then copy/paste them into people's inboxes?

i mean, i get the havin' thoughts lmao (i do~<3!!) but if you have so much to say/rant on and want specific people to respond, why not make your own posts and tag people about it? don't get me wrong, i don't mind answerin' a ramble or two here and there but sometimes it gets a lil excessive. 6 asks in one go is a lot, *especially* when the topics are *stressful* instead of *fun*.

scratch that, getting *ONE* of these asks can be a lot.

*SIX (6)* at one time is too fucking many, i can be overwhelmed too. i'm not just a place for you to dump these and expect a response, i'm a fucking living breathing entity behind this screen (who instead of being friendly, *can* delete and ignore them, need i remind)

do not abuse my kindness or patience, do not mistake either for weakness.

i'ma need a LONG ass break after this. leik. 666 months long cause holy fuck. gotdamn. gimme a breather. also still queuing shit so asking more shit and or bombarding me with asks *isn't* gonna make it come any faster.

it comes when it comes, i put it in the queue and shuffle.

you know the drill, you don't get 6 separate answers, i'm condensing into one and usin' italics and bold for the asks

anywho~ not true.

yes for billy, he is aware of his actions, his plight, and knows better, but he chooses to do worse. (altho i do recognize first hand how difficult addictions are to deal with, and billy is absolutely an addict.)

literally no for homelander. people who are victims of grooming like homie are kept in a state of childlike dependency/belief so that they *can't* leave their abuser, have no choice or 'oPpOrTuNiTy' to leave them, *OR* will only go from one abuser to the next because they've been *conditioned* to expect the abuse.

i feel like you keep saying that but i'ma be point blank this time. it's ableist, victim blaming, and completely undermines the situation homelander went through/is still going through. repeating it won't make it true, it's wrong, always was and will remain wrong. all you're doing is ignoring what his actual situation is and what has actually happened to make yourself feel better about hating him.

and that's not even to say you can't hate him or that his actions should be excused. literally no one is saying that and i don't think i've ever seen anyone actually say that unironically (not saying it can't happen but i'm guessing it's pretty rare to come across (at least outside of the maga chuds) since most people just hate him) but you should at least be fucking honest/aware about his situation/*NOT DISMISSIVE*.

i'm including another post i added resources to that debunk this gross (and very ignorant) claim. please give legitimate psychology the time of day before you go around repeating ableist/victim blaming talking points.

*even billy* to certain degrees, should get his addiction acknowledged, instead of denied or *enabled*, because addiction in *all forms* is a debilitating, life destroying THING that is fucking difficult to fight. it's like it's own form of battle with an abuser, except the only other person is *you*. becca alone should be example enough that empathy and compassion can *help* in ways people downright *refuse* to give the time of day (even if i do lament billy using her like his 'new' addiction... the cunt--)

seriously. i'm not kidding, take the time to educate yourself instead of just being angry (at fiction i might add) all the time. that stress can't be good for you, *anger is proven to make people dumber*, and otherwise the only response you'll get from me is going to be, 'actually you're wrong, here's why--*linked resources*'.

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results"

you repeat ableism and victim blaming? i'm going to call you out on it (if i don't just delete it, bitch i am TIRED--), you will not get a different response from me, i will always try to correct misinformation or disinformation when i can, however that may come.

*you* have a choice, but you keep *choosing* to ignore the resources i provide because they make you confront your own biases, but i ain't playin' on these subjects.

that is a no go in this court.

ryan will need someone to show him he has a choice and that he is worthy of love no matter where he goes or who he's with. again, this goes back to psychology but ryan is still only a child. his brain is literally not developed enough to make these decisions himself/be immune to influence (which just realistically, absolutely no one is regardless of age)

i feel for ryan, i *worry and hope* for him far more, but the trauma faced here is not a contest. please do not do that, that is super fucked. and even if it were--

homelander. homelander would win and take all the fuckin' prizes, there is literally *no one* in this series that has had shit worse than him (he was literally fucking tortured from the second he was created and then fucking groomed leik wut the fuck--)

honestly, it's kind of a fuckin' miracle he didn't turn out *worse*.

*and even then*, what homelander faced would be neither excuse nor reason to dismiss any of the trauma any of the characters have faced, even and especially as a result of him, and vice versa. sympathy overall is subjective. people generally sympathize most with characters they personally relate to.

i tend to sympathize most with the characters who have been through/currently going through the worst of it. (and obviously all the trauma is valid, but my brain tends to prioritize people in immediate crisis dependent on the crisis, which honestly i do feel we should normalize and apply on a global scale just for humanity's sake but i digress, generally this means it depends on the story and where it is in a given moment. but it doesn't mean my sympathy for the other characters has gone away.)

*you* *sypmathize* most with *ryan*, and i get that. that's valid, but it's also personal and subjective, not objective here. it's also subject to change depending on how ryan turns out i'm guessing...

but you're equating people with their actions when--those are two *separate* things.

UGH okay next ask--

That Billy and starlight getting along scene was rushed, like.....there was no build-up to it nor was is a slow burn. Also, starlight and Billy should've started throwing hands at each other or at least curse each other out. Truce my ass, people who hate each other in real life, do not get along all of a sudden, especially if someone they care about is hospitalized. Also, starlight should've chose violence when she and bitchy butcher met a 2nd time. If I saw the person who needlessly, shot my ass again, I would've started to curse their asses out and have them catch these hands.

... what the fuck, first off.

'getting along' is a stretch to describe what happened and this is kinda fucked anon (i will get to that cause you're making me worry)

things *were* tense when they met again, they were literally hurling insults at each other while hughie had to mediate. butcher literally called her 'chum' for shark infested waters, and starlight called him out on his bullshit bigotry with 'i know a guy just like that, he's got a flag for a cape'. hun, where the hell were you when they *were* literally silently seething and fighting *ON SCREEN*???

what *actually* happened was that they took a moment to *set their differences aside* because someone they *both* loved/cared for was in literal danger of *DYING*.

at that point, it didn't matter how *they* felt. hughie was in *crisis* so *HUGHIE*, NOT THEIR FEELINGS, became *priority*.

*after* the crisis was averted, they had a moment of playful banter about the person they just made sure was *safe* and would *survive*. the tension of the crisis was gone, and they could take a breath. that they happened to be around each other was just a fact of the matter. but *hughie* was still their priority and common ground.

so i guess you could say it's rushed, but the situation was rushed over all (of course it was, time crunch with a fuckin' crisis, hellooooo???) but what the hell were you expecting, for them to fight and argue in the *hospital* and potentially kill hughie with their stress and anger instead of letting him rest easy????????

what happened during those scenes is genuinely, a completely normal and very human reaction for people to have. prioritizing *crisis* over animosity. i.e. being normal ass rational people who don't let their hatred/anger take complete control over them.

annie (very obviously) is *not* one of those people and never has been.

for butcher, it *depends* on how he's feeling i guess, but there's clear implication that he leans on people *like hughie* or becca to *pull him back* from that place. in that moment, his worry for hughie outweighed his hate boner for supes. that happens sometimes.

and i gotta gotta gotta be clean with you on this hun, cause jesus fucking christ was this one loaded.

if you *genuinely* feel that *fighting* and *hatred* with someone you dislike should take *priority* over someone you both *love* fucking *DYING* right next to you?

you *NEED* to seek help, *anger management* (if you have the resources and i hope you do, sincerely)

from a *real* therapist, who can *actually* help you. (NOT ME)

or at least, idk, look up a couple videos maybe??

and listen, i'm not saying this to hurt you.

but i am getting strong STRONG bad *BAD* 'billy butcher'/'homelander' levels of toxic masculinity and irrational aggression from you here (not necessarily towards me i mean, just in general, dial it back, hun)

anger does not make you better, right, or stronger. anger *DOES NOT* solve problems.

*anger* makes you *stupid*, and going with the first knee-jerk angry response that pops into your head is a sign of *weakness*. it is an example of the *lack of impulse control* that many can and often do struggle with (society is fuuuuuuuucked...)

there are *healthy* outlets that can help you let off steam and cope productively, and i guarantee you it will lengthen your life and allow you to live happier the quicker it gets addressed!

shit, you can even try out something as simple as playing harvest moon--any of them! my darling friennnnn~<3 suggested it to me and whoopdi-fuckin'-do, it's actually *HELPING* me~!!

you seem to love to hate butcher and homelander (and i'll be fair, i do too! even if i love them just as much lmao) but i'm starting to get the vibe that it's more so because you see some major parts of *yourself* reflected in them.

it is *okay* to have fight in you. it is *okay* to feel angry. that's *natural*.

it is *not* okay to use that anger as a means to *only* be destructive, whether internally or externally. that is the whole point of what makes butcher and homelander wrong, but you are stuck and determined to commit the same error or see it committed by others, like ryan.

it's okay to have spunk and spirit, be a little assertive, live your life, enjoy yourself.

but giving into your anger at the drop of a hat?

i promise you (from fucking experience) it will only *RUIN* YOU and your life.

at the *very least*, learn to recognize the most obvious factor here.

you are not other people.

other people are not you.

just because *you* would have a certain reaction to something (or believe you would because we never really know until it happens to us), *does not* mean *others* would have the *same* reaction to the same thing.

*OTHER PEOPLE* reserve the right to their own thoughts, feelings, experiences and appropriate *reactions* to whatever the situation may be.

**and regardless of what those may be, they are no less or more valid than you or yours for it**

actually, if i'm being completely real here, choosing *violence* over civility is what *should* be frowned upon. but you are *literally* making a complaint about them choosing to be *civil* instead of violent.

what the fuck.

NEXT--

I think had Becca survived season 2 in it's entirety, Ryan would've grew to be a caring and generous person, but comes from a religious family, which might make him unpleasant at times. It's possible he would be raised with the concept of gender roles (I mean, it's possible that Becca didn't get an abortion is because she's religious, why else would that st. Nick necklace would imply that). Though, I could be reaching because we did see her gouge a nazi's eye out

wut?

WUT???

just... honestly wut?? not leik in a bad way. but WUT???

this one is weird. i do think you're reachin' here because *just* because someone is 'religious', doesn't mean they're anal and obnoxious about it.

case in point, *ANNIE*

she's religious (and still religious tho not as strongly/has obviously struggled but accepted the cross from her mom at the end of s2) but she's not a bible-thumper or puritan, and feels uncomfortable about those sects of religion.

you also seem to underestimate the *severe* penchant for violence many *many* religious people have.

do the crusades not ring a bell to you? the nazis cited religion as their justification for their actions more often than not.

but religion itself or being religious is not an inherently bad thing (i'm critical because of how it's used/what i personally went through because of it), overall, it's just a tool that many normal people just use to have hope or make their lives a little easier stomach.

it give the placebo effect, if you will.

it's in the same boat as money. money itself is called the 'root of all evil', but in reality, it's just a tool that holds no moral weight one way or another. (it's the *people* who are moral/immoral or use it in such ways)

morality itself is subjective depending on the time period and the values that society holds at a given time. humankind is still in the process of trying to reconcile and rationalize a globally acceptable form of morality that prioritizes humanity as a whole rather than one specific group, and it's been... not great? very slow going lmao but i digress.

religious *text* is a bit of a different story, most bibles/written stories are fuuuuuuuuuucked one way or the other. but again, then you're looking at who's a bible-thumper and who isn't.

i will say that if becca had survived, things would def probably be a lot better for ryan. but it would be a different tense situation with either them in hiding/trying to find a new safe place (i like to think they'd leave the country) or with her *in* the safe place raising ryan.

and either *begging* billy to come home (cause she always believes in him :((((((((((((((() from his revenge rampage, or billy being there and raising ryan--while seething because 'homelander'...

this is dark, but i get the feeling it would eventually lead to an altercation, either where billy leaves to go after homelander and the above happens, or billy murders the kid in front of becca/finds a way to sell him back to vought (like becca had said he would and both knew he'd try again) to supplement the bottled in rage that had been slowly chipping away at him...

leik. s3 alone gave a perfect example of a seething billy/what his violence withdrawal does to him. and that was with him *still* getting the little bits sprinkled in here and there so--

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH...

Ryan's life has consisted of nothing but hardships. He was isolated and sheltered from the outside world, living in a compound for a good majority of his childhood. He lost his rarely saw her real mother, and Grace served as his primary maternal figure afterwards. Got gaslighted by Billy because billy's connection to underages is too damn weak. Homelander, the only biological parent that he has left, sees him as an extension of himself, and treats Ryan more like a pawn than a son. Shitlander is going excessively control Ryan's life, manipulates, and gaslight him constantly when ryan displeases him. Spermdonor won't even view Ryan as his own person - to him, Ryan is a pawn that's his property to use in any way he wants, so he plays with Ryan's emotions to have the upper hand. Even though Spermdonor will treat him like dirt, Ryan will desperately try to please his deadbeat, and garner any sort of attention from him. If Ryan finally escapes the clutches of spermdonor and Billy to find others who will help him rather than hinder him, he'll be content and genuinely happy. Though, I wouldn't be surprised if his happiness is stripped violently from him when Homelander or billy take that away as punishment for ryan "betrayal". I wouldn't be surprised that down the line, Ryan snaps and becomes a hostile, hateful, bloodthirsty, and vengeful supe at the end of the series because Billy didn't bother to ask Marvin for help in terms of handling children and Homelander is a life ruiner.

some incoherency here, but i mean... that is history repeating itself??

baby, this one coulda been your own post. half time i ain't even really sure what you want me to say with these??? sometimes i feel like you're just throwing shit out to see if you can trigger me?? but that's the general paranoia talkin' (or at least i'd like to think i know myself well enough to say that)

but i gotta be honest, sometimes ya say stupid shit--(which fair enough, we all do at one point or another myself included~), but leik...

i hope this isn't too much to ask but...

maybe *think* before you *act*??

a lot of these read like impulse and like they're not thought out very well, but maybe if you took a moment/step back to make your own post/think about the thoughts you put into them, you could idk, make more sense of them i guess?? better organize it??

what do you mean with the first part??

ryan was in a compound, but he wasn't purely isolated/sheltered or in a lab. yeah, still not great (as no interaction with other children/general city life has given him some anxiety and that much is clear). but that can also happen when kids move from rural areas to cities in general. his real mother (becca) was also his *primary* caretaker, almost *always* with him unless she dropped him off at tutors/had to step away for a moment.

leik what's going on here, are you confusing baby homelander with ryan??? cause the baby they showed us in a lab and the kid getting experimented on was *young homelander*, NOT ryan.

but generally speaking, before homelander showed up, that kid was fuckin' happy, just livin' his life? that's what makes homelander's sudden appearance so fucking traumatic. the kid didn't really want or need saving at the time, but now he legit does.

homelander actually... sees ryan as an obligatory way to gain affection/love. you have to understand, homelander functions almost entirely on the belief that he is unloveable/people will abandon him/call him a monster/hate him/etc.

that's why he defaults on instilling fear to make them 'respect' him or *fear leaving his side* no matter how badly he mistreats them, that's clear enough when his relationship with stormfront starts and he threatens her for lying to him.

homelander has never had real family or love and is very desperate for both. he doesn't have a full understanding of it either. but ryan fits with the 'idea' of both. because blood family is 'supposed' to 'love unconditionally' and ryan is 'blood'.

on the flipside, ryan is very intelligent/quickly learning how to use his powers and what he can/can't get away with--due to who his father is. don't underestimate the kid, because homie is so stunted and ryan is still clearly very *special* to homelander (if for the wrong reasons), i think he can and will use that to his advantage.

ryan already hits all the tickers for *being* what homelander *wants* him to be, mostly by existing.

a boy

has powers

aaaaaaaaaaand that's pretty much the end of homie's list lol. and we can see at the end of s3 that *this* alone is *enough* for homelander to *actually* listen to and be manipulated by his son, not the other way around (ryan gets him to leave rather than killing billy)

you're under the impression that homelander will be a controling parent, and i think in some ways, he *could* be. but most of what we *have* seen is implying something *very* different will happen.

apart from the roof scene, he hasn't really mistreated ryan. he actually did really good with ryan's anxiety/has shown general patience but it's clear he's trying to gain ryan's trust/affection so i guess we could technically interpret this as the love bombing phase?? still, most of what we're shown was him mistreating *becca* or others, but not ryan specifically (he def does set some monumentally shitty examples tho)

either way, homelander *still* wants love and approval, *even* if and *especially* if it comes from *family*/his *son*. he's also a victim of grooming that still hasn't grown from the dependency that made him have on his abusers. believe it or not, that actually leaves him open/vulnerable to *ryan* being the one to control and manipulate him. granted ryan is a child. but 'he knows not what he's done/capable of' and all that jazz.

don't get me wrong, i do picture it's gonna be a fucked dynamic and homie will get 'controlling' to a degree. but don't think the kid is so damn helpless there.

we're more likely to see complete minilander spoiled brat ryan and full blast karen 'my kid can do no wrong/*HE* can do whatever the fuck he wants!' homelander than anything else.

ryan *may* try to desperately please homelander, but homelander *will* try to desperately please ryan. it's likely to create a very toxic and enabling 'we only have each other' dynamic because that is the point both have been driven to.

but again, history repeating itself

anywho~<3

The man who threw a can at Ryan back in season 3, is the same reason why people throw shit like rocks or just plainly spit at offsprings of tyrants.

i think it was a cup/soda?? but that's not really the point.

i'll be blunt here.

**the sins of the father are not the sins of the son**

just because people react like animals and blame innocent kids for what their parents do, doesn't make them right. i'd say it makes them dead wrong and very fucking stupid actually, because the kids *have no choice* of the family/blood they are born into, or even what they're initially taught to believe.

that man was a fucking moron. i won't say he deserved to die for something that didn't actually hurt ryan, they could have pressed charges for assault of a child on him and made a public spectacle of him and ruined his life (*that* would be rightly deserved)

but that was a *WILDLY* stupid thing of him to do, *knowing* homelander's powers, supposedly being a starlight supporter (which means he would believe homelander is evil) and *knowing* that this was his fucking *child*.

only the weak, childish, and stupid take aim at the innocent for the actions of a tyrant.

play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

Not only Ryan looks the most like spermdonor and is said spermdonor's son, but a painful reminder of what happened to Becca. Billy is going to despise/resent Ryan more nonetheless. No thanks to Billy's weakass connection to kids either. Besides, Billy already started showing signs of deflection after season 3, episode 3.

billy's been a cunt from before the story began, where have you been lmao?

billy already resents ryan more so for what he is (a supe freak), but i would def say who he's related to probably doesn't help. still, despite it, ryan is also the last remnant of becca that he wants any connection to (since he's absolute dogshit to her other family but still mainly for his promise to her).

the thing is, ryan is still a useful tool/something to hold over homelander's head, and that, albeit fucked up, makes him worth something in billy's fucked up head. if he hadn't made the promise to becca, ryan would probably already be dead.

i do think he will look for excuses to give into his urges/hatred and break his promise to becca (as nearly the whole of s3 was~) if not use ryan as his trojan horse and be the first person infected with that virus and send him back to homelander--

ANYWHO--

next time this ask bug bites you, for the love of satan, take a moment to take a step back and gather your thoughts, and maybe make your own post/rant on your own blog for it instead of sending literal barrages of asks to people (idk if you do this to others or how many/often, but if they don't answer 'em there might be a reason for that.)

or at least compile it neatly enough into *ONE* (SINGULAR) minimally semi-coherent ask.

of course i care about the serious stuff and make psas, i don't even mind answering asks, even the crazy ones~ ;))))))))))))))))))))))))))))

but i do actually wanna have *fun* in fandom (leik C'MON i obsess over shitty men fucking/impregnating billy butcher!!), not be stressed out all the time or stuck on the hard topics trying to explain things to someone i don't even know is actually willing to listen.

leik i literally had to keep randomizing my queue because it was filled with so much negative shit at one point and *i* was overloaded just by looking at it.

i especially don't wanna be dealin' with fuckin' ableism and victim blaming in my ask box. that shit is rank, and i'm tired of it

get smart or just stop, my answers on that shit ain't gonna change.

but you can even post it private if you want. just

LET ME HAVE A FUCKIN' BREATHER--

preferably... 666 months~<3

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wolfman-al · 1 year ago

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Not sure what to make of this conversation…

I had the weirdest exchange earlier on DA and then on Discord and I am struggeling to make hands and tails of it. This person contacts me via notes on Deviant Art with the headline "willing to get the opportunity^_^":

Them: "Hey there! I hope things are going well on your end. I know this might seem a bit out of the blue, but I couldn't help but notice your awesome art gallery. Your commissioned pieces are seriously impressive! I was thinking, would you be open to the idea of me creating a piece for you in my own unique art style? My commissions are currently open, and I'd be absolutely thrilled to have the chance to work on something special for you. If you have a moment, you can find me on Twitter at XXXXXXX or on Discord as XXXXX. I hope it's alright that I'm reaching out like this. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts! Thanks a bunch!"

Me: "Sure, if you want to draw some fanart of my stuff, but I don´t pay for comissions at the moment. "

Them: "Thank you so much for replying me back! Actually i really love your characters and also i got some different thought's in my mind about your characters I'm really very excited to share my thought with ya Would you mind if we discuss my thoughts on discord? cause it is more easy for to deliver those there!

here is my Discord id: XXXXXX

so we can continue chat over there"

Me: "Sended."

Them: "Thank you so much ya so we can continue chat on Discord I'm on Discord"

Continiuation of the conversation on Discord -

Them : "Hayee! How's you?"

Me: "hi."

Them: "hi Thank you so much for Asking ❤️ Actually i really love your some characters and also some different thoughts in my mind about your characters I'm really very excited to share my thoughts with ya"

Me: "Go for it."

Them: "Thank you so much Gimme a moment i can share it with ya i really love your character ❤️"

They proceed tho share the photo I made of myself in Hamburg after I smached my face on the sidewalk, which makes me feel a little uncomfortable. -

"Actually i can write a story for your character and then make a comic for ya"

Me: "Outch, that was a painfull evening."

Them: "I'm sorry to hear that 😦 so can i write a story for ya? and then turn the story into a comic"

Me: "You want to use my fursone or one of my OCs?"

Them: "yeah"

Me: "? So you want to use my OCs?"

Them: "yes you can share it with me Yeah bcz i wanted to write a story about your Oc's and turn it into an amazing comic"

Me: "OK, which OCs do you have in Mind? The Twins? The Gods? Or some of the older characters?"

Them: "I guess the twins is best work for comic"

Me: "Cool."

Them: "waiting…"

Me: "Ah, do you need the character sheets?"

Them: "yeah you can share it with me so i can write a story for ya"

I send the links to the charactersheets of the twins on DA over -

Them: "That's really nice ❤️ so i can write a story for ya around 10 pages and each page contain 10 panels sounds Good for ya?"

Me: "Really happy that you want give me such a gift,"

Them: "well would you mind can we proceed with the pricing"

Me: "??? Excuse me? I Did tell you that I do not make comissions at the moment. I understood that you want to do fanart of my characters, not that I comission you for anything. If thats the case forget it. To make it clear, you are welcome to draw my characters as fanart, but I will not pay for it."

And eversince then just radio silence of them so far. Sorry for the long post, but what the hell was that? Was that just miscommunication? Was that person trying to scam me? I would say it is possible that English was not that persons first langlauge, but, their profile says that they are from an English speaking country. At times this conversation felt like I was talking to an AI. So what are your thoughts, friendos? Just what was that?

#Conversations #confused #Weirdos #Possibly scammers

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the-kipsabian · 2 years ago

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for the fanfic asks: 1, 8, 13, 20, 23, 25, 29, 43, 46, 72, 79 💚

1. Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike? most fics come to me in forms of dreaming while im trying to sleep, so yes. the one good thing about insomnia currently is that i get to rotate so many blorbos and scenarios in my head that i have a lot of content to write lol

8. Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip. i have like. one current wip in docs that i might work on again at some point so here. technically its not a spoiler since its the whole premise of the fic buuuut

13. Do you listen to music while you write? If yes, what have you been listening to recently? pretty much always? i focus better when i have matching vibes, unless im having a sensory moment but usually then i cant really write either honestly. "puppet master" is my current playlist on loop, its just my two kip playlists combined into one to fit the mood of immortal fears lol

20. Do you prefer writing AUs or canon fics? pretty much all my stuff in canon divergent on some level honestly, so i guess aus? not in a very obvious sense of aus but yeah. tho i do love me some extra sad aus too, post apocalyptic aus my beloved.....

23. Is writing the beginning, middle, or end of the story easiest? Hardest? middle part is the easiest, ending is the hardest cause i either never know when to end a story or how to end a story like. i want to have that final impact and sometimes its so hard to pinpoint where that should be. middle is just a good flow usually if i get that far and thats where all the good ideas usually happen so its my favorite <3

25. What’s your favorite part of the writing process (worldbuilding, brainstorming/outlining, writing, editing, etc)? probably the writing itself. like i can have a shit ton of good, even great ideas while brainstorming or outlining things, but usually the biggest things happen while im actually putting the words down. i really enjoy it when the story just flows and how it comes together. also i have discovered i absolutely loathe the editing part LOL

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of? personally i think i can bring emotions to life really well. be it happy or sad (mostly sad tho i love my sad depressed uncomfortable bitches), i feel like i have the words for them that fit

43. Is there a trope or idea that you’d really like to write but haven’t yet? hmmmmm i dont really know? i mean i have plenty of ideas sitting in my drafts and in my brain and stuff, but i dont really think i have a lot that i absolutely NEED to write. maybe that one bunnelope fic i wanted to do about a love potion gone wrong cause girls need to be gay or something

46. If you could only write one type of AU for the rest of your life, what would it be? once again - post apocalyptic au my beloved. anything that takes place "after the world ends" in one way or another is my shit. gimme all the post apocalyptic hell i crave for

72. What’s your favorite writing compliment you’ve gotten? basically every time someone says i nailed a character im writing for the first time. cause i take a lot of pride and put in the effort to try to give them each their own voice and i study my materials and yeah. ..hence also why im so hesitant so often to write about new people cause i am a perfectionist when it comes to characterization especially ajksdnkjasd

79. Do you have any writing advice you want to share? this we discovered last week to be a really functional advice so: if you dont know how to start writing a scene, put someone in a room. make them enter a space, and start from there - why are they there, who else is there, what is their purpose in that space, what is that space?

also first drafts dont need to be perfect, everything can be edited in post, even after you post the thing if youre planning on doing so. hell some published novels have typos in them, let alone nonsensical writing and storylines. you dont need to be perfect, as long as you are writing

and obviously you are your own audience first and foremost. write for yourself yo fuck the rest (unless the rest are into it too then thats great but you should still write for yourself first and consider everything else second lol)

fanfic writing asks ~

#thank you for asking! <3 #midnightpretenders0 #i think thats everything im hungy i cant think lol #thank you bugs ily <33

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malumxsubest · 1 year ago

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* knowing your partner well can potentially make writing a lot easier, repost, do not reblog.

meet the mun. — basics

NAME: loki PRONOUNS: she/her PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: primarily on tumblr, but i also dig discord since it's a huge ass window instead of a small one on desktop. SINGLE / TAKEN: not relevant.

— three facts

i. i've been on tumblr for possibly eleven or twelve ( 11 or 12 ) years; excluding the hiatuses. ii. hella awkward. may be passionate and gush when i get incredibly happy about interacting with other muses that just vibe well with amelia. and vibing well with other muns. iii. will always ( whenever i remember ) send an ask thanking whomever follows me; opening the doors for communication despite being an socially awkward person.

— experience

i first started roleplaying on multiple rp sites since i was a freshman in high school since 2007, i believe. then shifted over to tumblr possibly around 2010??? i cannot remember considering i bounced around multiple blogs and accounts. so i have approximately 16 ( sixteen ) years or so of writing experience. which of course excludes the multiple hiatuses i've been in. ALL IN ALL, i still try my best with writing. despite writing for so long, im still shy and hesitant on my writing considering english is not my strong suit.

— sub-genres

FLUFF: don't get me wrong. amelia is very horrifying and a difficult person to deal with. however, there are moments where she allows herself to be soft. she adores her children very much. and she will always show that soft ( yet also stern ) motherly love to them. when it comes to fluff and softness, it's my favourite. i love the juxtaposition of a horrifying "villain" & cosmic entity just being a bit soft once and a while. especially when she has something to protect. it's the good shit. ANGST: YA KNOW WHEN I SAID I LOVE FLUFF??? well strap on and buckle up because I LOVE ANGST LIKE IT'S AIR. gimme gimme gimme. i find angst hella fun. and i just wanna toss my muse into situations like that for my own enjoyment. let her be soft for a moment but then she will clam up and rapidly build walls around her. not to protect herself, but more so not allowing such human & weak emotions get the best of her. HORROR: she THRIVES in horror. i need more horror friends just so amelia can thrive in that world. let her feast, ravage, torture, and be beautiful in sin. it's a wild ride when it comes to her. horror makes the world go 'round in these parts. so, yes. give me plenty of horror. SMUT: ya know, i don't mind sexual themes or smut when it comes to her. HOWEVER, im not gonna throw her around willy nilly because someone wants her. sure we can jest about it. i prefer the connection between two muses grow naturally. OR we discuss it beforehand. like, i love this stuff like the next person. but do NOT expect it. i don't mind posting it on here or discord. it will always be under read more and tagged accordingly. NOTE: that amelia MUST have romantic feelings with someone in order to do anything of the sort. she must love ( or whatever semblance of love she can conjure ) your muse in order to feel any sexual attraction.

— plots vs memes

it depends. i LOVE memes and use them for ice breakers. hell, even continue the meme/ask to an actual thread. but i also dig plotting. sure i may have the barest idea, but i love brainstorming with a mun to get the ball rolling. if you have an idea, lemme know in DMs :3 MUTUALS only tho.

— long or short replies

oh man. im like 50/50 ( fifty-fifty ) on this. sometimes i write long replies ( which i do my very best one. it's not one of my strong suits but im always trying to push myself ). sometimes i write short replies like a couple of paragraphs. or do some one-liners for quick n easy chatting between our muses.

— best time to write

i prefer writing at night; central time ( cst ). at night, i can just chill with hardly any distractions and music playing in the background for some extra brain activity to get the ball rolling.

tagged by: no one; stole the fuck outta this one tagging: @caracarnn @daevilhorns @merchantofwhispers @traumamade @alyafae @rhaigal @aufhcker @devildungeondm @grcccvy & youuuuuuuu.

#ˢᵘᶰ'ˢ ᶜᵒᵐᶤᶰᵍ ᵘᵖ. ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ᵍᵉᵗ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ᵐʸ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᶤᶰ [ooc]#;; mun

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prismkidd · 5 months ago

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Hi! There was a post a while ago saying something about becoming ridiculously crazy about platonic relationships and as someone who's intensely grieving a dead fandom (this is not an exaggeration the fandom was built on it's fancreations but it was rpf and the creators ended up being horrible so now 80% of fanfictions have been abandoned) that did this exact thing, I am very invested in your ocs. Tell me more. Is there angst? Do they cuddle?? I love platonic cuddles

okay yes hello! WOW! gimme just a second i am honestly completely shocked that anyone saw my addition to that post, let alone would read the whole thing, nevermind get invested in my boys aHAH ;;

(btw i am so sorry to hear about what happened, that sucks so hard and i can really relate)

now, i am SO glad you asked bc i don't get many opportunities to gush about this to other people! the short answer is: yes to both >:)

these two are pretty much joined at the hip so there are many platonic cuddles :)

they're technically roommates oh my god they were roommates, they live in the same house so every day is like a sleepover for them! they have their own rooms, but usually they both end up sleeping in the same place, be that bitless' room, shockatee's room, or setting up camp in the living room area. bitless likes to use shockatee as a pillow all the time which shockatee doesn't mind at all. it's very comforting for the two of them!

and ohh MAN, don't even get me started on the angst bc there. is. angst. >:) sadly, those parts are pretty spoilery so i can't talk about it just yet which really sucks bc i wanna talk about it so BAD aUGHH

just know that with bitless being a zombie and shockatee being an artificial intelligence of sorts, they run into a lot of conflicts that they have to overcome so there is plenty of angst to go around for everyone ;)

i could literally talk about them until the heat death of the universe but i don't want to spoil all the surprises so with that i'll leave it here. thank you for giving me the chance to talk about my boys again! i'm gearing up to post more about them soon <3

i hope i answered your question well. thanks again, anon!

#kidd talks #kidd answers

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tumblingxelian · 5 months ago

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Hi @sruthi9018, I hope you don't mind me sharing these amazing tags!

#RWBY #yeah this is great it outlines a lot of why I don't really like Taiyang too #I was good with him until his messed up ''joke'' to Yang in V4 #nowhere else has that sort of ''humour'' been used and Port and Oobleck were rightfully horrified at hearing that #like.. it might be just how it is between Yang and Tai but idk maybe dont use that really traumatic incident to joke #about how your daughter lost braincells. . #like we have seen how that incident traumatized her in relation to Blake and Adam and she was already questioning her sanity so like.. #I would imagine that it only contributes to Yang not valuing herself and her own thoughts and smarts and decision making skills #because she can't trust her own brain and memories and just herself in general since she's the ''reckless and thoughtless brawler'' #nevermind that she's one of the smartest characters in the show both technically and emotionally #sorry I just have a lot of feelings on this

Cos yes, I too was deeply unimpressed by his humor. I always felt the need to note that if that is "Just the way it is between them" then its clearly a one way street given Yang doesn't fire back about his inability to keep a wife or something equally hurtful.

There is also the fact she only shifted into laughing about it after Oobleck dropped his cup, as if reminding her, "Oh shit, people, break the tension!"

As it is, we have seen that kind of "Humor" used by one person in one relationship to moderately good effect. It was Qrow talking to Yang in volume 3.

I didn't like it at the time but its since been highlighted that despite his sharp tongued delivery Yang was actually quite comfortable confiding her concerns about her mental state with him & was not seemingly shocked or upset by his phrasing the way she was with Tai.

This indicates a level of familiarity and trust, one further emphasized by Yang being a lot more freewheeling with the snarky disrespect with him earlier in the volume. Which sets up as this actually being their dynamic as opposed to a one way street where Tai can just shout insults when Yang disagrees with him & she laughs before giving him what he wants.

Also in regards to other feedback we have, @gimme-tea-bitch with:

Yup yup yup! many reasons here why i kinda hate tai i mean i get his issues and hes a complicated character but the way he treats Yang is so biased and bullshit and he's a shitty father but it all makes me love Yang even more Yang is so far ahead of Tai even at what is her lowest point he's trying to “teach” her stuff she long ago figured out and it's coincidently a perfect example of their relationship because tai wasnt there not for yang i forget who made this post that i think explains it perfectly Tai's advice is predicated on who he thinks yang is. Because he wasnt there to actually see yang grow if he had been there for her he wouldve known how not just physically strong she is but the sheer emotional resilience she has The intelligence she has always had and honed maybe shes not a tactician like ruby but it shows in the vytal festival how she as a freshman is out playing and defeating people older than her left and right. Even someone like mercury who is shown to be a real threat yes he was probably holding back somewhat to not blow his cover but she still bodies him yang even then is a frankly incredible fighter way above her peers

Gonna zero in on the italicized stuff because, yes, so much this.

Yang has highlighted before now that Tai was not necessarily the most checked in parent. People like to claim that after the Beowolf incident he miraculously got better but we never actually got confirmation of that. Especially as it was Qrow who saved them.

So while we know he wasn't 100% gone, we don't know how much he did, especially that was like, serious, hard yards parenting and not easy fun stuff like buying a treat or sending a dog in the mail.

This is especially important because volume 5 has Yang outright state how much of the burden of keeping the family together fell on her shoulders & how much this damaged her. So its clear his was an ongoing and rather drawn out problem, not just a case of a few weeks.

Which ties into him not really knowing Yang as well as he thinks he does. Further supported y Ruby's line from volume 9, regarding who raised her, IE, Yang.

The show has no reason to do stuff like this then turn around in V10 & say "Actually he was the bestest dad to ever dad, roast them kids with your scathing 'critique' Tai!"

Like, it would literally be the show ignoring its own foreshadowing to call Yang & Ruby liars for no reason, while ignoring its recurring themes.

It feels especially pertinant to also note that Qrow's drinking was handled much the same.

IE, he's introduced with this not great, very rough habit, but hey its fun, people are making jokes, he's making jokes, his nieces love him, its great...

Then V5 comes in with Ruby clearly being used to & unhappy with a drunk off his ass Qrow being carted home by a stranger. Followed up with V6 making it clear the "Functional" part of "Functional alcoholic" is not a real thing. That both Yang & Ruby are clearly used to & impacted by this & it explicitly putting the cast in danger & being something Qrow needs to overcome.

Like, this is not a new thematic trend for the writers, ya know?

As to Mercury, I actually don't think he was holding back.

The thing with their plan is it works just as well if Yang loses and he goes up t shake her hand then she shoots him. & while skilled, Mercury's never been presented as threatening in a one on one fight as even Adam was.

Especially given CRWBY don't really go for "Hurting someone makes them stronger, traumatic training is best training, be edgy to be strong."

If anything, stuff like that usually undermines a characters strength. Hence Yang demonstrating to Blake how much she needed rest, rather than to obsessively pursue her goals. Or how Ren suppressing all of his issues, or Jaune falling back on bigger swords & anger serve to weaken them over helping them.

At the end of the day, Mercury may have been told his father training was to make him stronger. But really it was just an abusive means of control.

At least that's my take.

A Necessary Post - Yang, Taiyang & Seeing Red

I debated this being a message or a note or a reblog, but ultimately this warranted an essay. Because a hatred of nuance is not even remotely the reason why Tai is critiqued as a teacher or father.

With that fact in mind, let's begin:

During RWBY Volume 4, Episode 9: Two Steps Forward, Two Steps Back Taiyang has a great deal of critical feedback for Yang regarding her fighting style, personality & Semblance.

The issue is that Tai's words and advice when compared to what we saw on screen before & afterwards demonstrate he does not understand how it works or how she used it.

So here for your reading pleasure if a more or less line by line breakdown of Tai's advice and why I don't feel it holds up & more to the point, why I don't believe Yang utilized it.

Taiyang: Do you realize that you used your Semblance to win every fight after the qualifiers?

Yang rightfully points out that her using Burn is no different than anyone else using their Semblances. I would add that Yang's Semblance only serves to enhance her already present abilities with damage taken in a fight. So her not using it would be stupidly holding back extra energy for no reason.

Tai's critique also fails to register that when using her Semblance to take out FNKI, Yang specifically disrupted the ground so Neon could not skate effectively & used the boost in power to turn Flynt's own weapon against him.

I will be addressing Mercury further down but she used it effectively and intellectually here and to great effect.

What's more, every other fights fighting style, weapons or both were literally built around their Semblances. Yang's threat level remains fairly consistent without her Semblance, all three of these other characters take a huge dip.

Taiyang: Because not everyone else's is basically a temper tantrum.

Ignoring that calling the manifestation of Yang's soul a temper tantrum is another in a long line if dickish things Tai says to Yang. Her Semblance literally does not work that way.

Her anger has jack and shit to do with it, this has been explained & demonstrated time and time again. Yang only gets a power boost when she's been injured, the fact she tends to be angry when using it is because being hurt sucks and she's usually in an intense fight. When the fight is going well and she still gets to use it she's not angry, as seen with a pleased smirk here:

So as before, Tai's critique is bereft of any merit, Yang's Semblance does not work that way.

Taiyang: I'm serious! Once you take damage, you can dish it back twice as hard, but that doesn't make you invincible!

Cite a time Yang thought she was invincible, cite it provably that Yang thought, said or indicated that she felt she was invincible. You can't because Yang never indicated as such this is something Tai is assuming about her at best.

& no her jumping in the Nevermore's mouth is not an example because she was not using her Semblance, did not take damage, it was a very effective strategy & seemingly either part of the plan, or was so easily understood that it could be safely and reliably worked into the plan. She wasn't using her Semblance here but finding evidence of risky behavior was hard, especially with her Semblance, go figure.

In fact every time Yang used her Semblance she did so only because someone landed a blow, which just happens in fights sometimes.

Taiyang: It's great when you're in a bind, but what happens if you miss? What happens if they're stronger? What then? Now you're just weak and tired!

We know what happens when Yang misses, she can swing again!

After the first blow on the Paladin she missed & needed help to catch it, her missing had zero impact on her Semblances.

As to what happens if they are stronger, um, she loses, that sometimes happens in fights. Its not something Yang can do anything about by holding back on extra strength. Not to quote Qrow but sometimes bad things happen. Other characters losing to stronger opponents don't get given this kind of diatribe's because its pointedly obvious that there was nothing to be done about it.

& on the final piece, she was very pointedly not weak and tired after using it. The only times she has been shown to be is when she was extremely low on Aura regardless in which cases not using her Semblance is a death sentence.

So again, we've established Tai's critique comes from nowhere & his understanding of her Semblance is nonexistent.

Taiyang: But you gotta keep your emotions in check. Keep a level head, and think before you act. Your Semblance is a great fallback, but you can't let yourself rely on it.

This is so painfully unfair it hurts.

No other character gets this kind of shit for expressing emotions in combat. In fact we see characters expressing emotions in battle all the time. Nor has she stopped displaying emotions in combat:

I already outlined how in all two of the Yang fights Tai actually witnessed she used strategy and retained excellent combat form. So again, baseless claims from Tai.

What's more, Yang primarily does use her Semblance as a fallback rather than rely on it in these fights. She only whipped it out against Mercury when he'd unleashed his seeming kill move on her and was confident he'd won.

Not using it here would be dumb and make no sense.

Yang doesn't rely on it to save her, she deploys it when it makes sense to & she has the energy or the need. This is more than we see from many characters.

Taiyang: It won't always save you. Obviously.

So now he is critiquing her for a fight he didn't even witness & knows jack shit about. So let's break this down once again:

Yang has spent the last 24 hours questions her sanity.

Yang's new home (Her words) is burning down.

Yang's sister is missing in all this chaos.

Then Yang's partner gets fucking stabbed, and the guy who did it is standing between them with a sword & gun, with fire all over Grimm all around.

Anything Yang can do he can counter, she tries to go around he only has to pivot. If she tries to fire from long range she might hit Blake. She tries an earth shock wave, she launches Blake into the fire.

She quite literally had no others options & zero time to try anything else because he can just shoot or stab Blake whenever he wants.

Taiyang: You definitely have your mom's stubbornness.

This, this right here is where all this is actually coming from. Tai is once again projecting Raven onto Yang despite them frankly having almost nothing in common.

With most of Yang's visible personality tells being inherited from Summer, such as the mother daughter shoulder check of V9. Thanks to chittychittyyangyang for the GIFs

Or as outlined in some songs with Yang's side of the lyrics explicitly citing how she is trying to fill the Summer shaped void in their lives.

Like the smell of a rose on a summer's day, I will be there to take all your fears away.

Taiyang: Your mother was... a complicated woman. Like everybody, she had her faults, but those faults are what tore our team apart. And, it did a real number on our family.

Tai blames Raven for tearing their team apart. Save that by all accounts, barring her absence things seemed to be going fine. Qrow seemed to be present in their lives, Tai looked happy, the girls were happy & Summer at least seemed happy though we know she was covering up a lot of dread.

Keep in mind Tai is projecting Raven, the woman he blames for destroying the team and damaging the family onto his daughter who literally kept the family together after Summer died. Yang's established this, Ruby has established this, its canon.

Yang: I had to pick up the pieces. I had to keep things together. Alone. (pause) Weiss, if you have something to say, then say it. Ruby: If you thought we wouldn’t come for you, then you must’ve forgotten who raised me.

Tai was not the one holding that home or family together. Unless you think the writers are gonna randomly swerve & say both Yang & Ruby are big whiny liars for some utterly nonsensical reasons. So no, I don't take him seriously as a narrator or critique of Yang, I have no reason to.

But let's push on, because I'm not done.

Taiyang: You both act like the easiest way to tackle an obstacle is through it. (pointing at Zwei) That strength is all that matters in a fight.

Ah yes, Raven, the woman famously known for thinking the easiest way to deal with an obstacles is to tackle it head on. That's why she spent years adorning herself in a Grimm helmet that hid her eyes & raised a False Maiden to serve as her body double.

A woman so inclined to rely on her own raw strength that when she was ambushed by Salem's forces she decided to trick them into an ambush.

Then when fighting Cinder and was at a disadvantage she freezes her in place while making Cinder think she is going on the offensive leaving her to be crushed by Stalactites & also utilized mind games to distract her & deal the finishing blow... Cos she only relies on strength.

As to his final piece of advice I already address it up above, there was no way around Adam, the situation was fucked from the start.

Saying it was Yang's fault she was dismembered is no more than victim blaming, I stood by that in Volume 3 to to this day & beyond.

Taiyang: But if you just take a second look, then maybe you see... (walking toward her, stepping around Zwei) there's a way around as well.

But let's actually look at Seeing Red & if Yang listened to Tai's advice or if she not only ignored it but did the opposite of what he ordered.

Let's see she goes in with open aggression & emotions, and also takes many blows rather than going 'around' them somehow.

Yang, as if she were 'indestructible' outright tanks a massively charged up Aura beam for the purpose of increasing her strength.

Then burns through all of her Aura & Semblance energies delivering one direct blow, relying on it to save her & leaving her weak & tired.

Or in other words, she:

Yang didn't miss, but we know that isn't a real issue anyway.

Yang used her Semblance to 'win' the fight & very much did rely on it to save her.

Yang expressed anger & many other emotions in the battle & still continues to does so.

Yang willingly took huge risks that involved her being able to take tons of damage rather than go "Around" the problem.

Yang knew Adam was likely stronger given it was 2 V1 but relied on her Semblance to get her out of that bind and she was in fact left weak and tired.

This is also the first time she has done several of these things, or otherwise demonstrated these traits, such as being left weak and tired or willingly tanking big attacks rather than just being hit by surprise or due to being overwhelmed.

I don't take Tai's advice seriously because none of it was accurate or aligned with the Semblance we saw in action or had described to us.

I don't trust Tai's opinion on Yang because his take on her is explicitly informed by Raven & not the Yang we spent four & then five more volumes getting to know.

I don't take Tai's words over Yang's, Ruby's or what we see on screen because Tai is at best a secondary or minor character & a recurring theme in RWBY is the failure of older generations.

These failures are not just in the past but how they have been consistently failing the next generation as the story is being told. There is zero reason to think Tai is some magic exception to this narrative trend when much more well explored characters like Maria, Qrow, Ozpin, Ironwood, Raven, and hell, Summer Rose are not.

& that is my stance on that, thanks for tuning in!

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years ago

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The way I would slide in between Mr. Bodeckers cheeks as eat his little hole 👅 Maybe jerk him off while he’s lying on his back with his legs spread. Work that thick cock until he’s coming in my hand while his hole tightens around my fingers. 🤤🤤🤤🤤

- Nast☕️

Um, look what you did.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

Summary: Lee loves that thing you do.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, sorta subby lee, daddy kink, rimming (f on m), prostate massage, teasing, oral sex (f on m). 18+.

Word Count: 812

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The weight of his thigh on your shoulder has you purring against his skin, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh as flings his forearm across his face; a groan of pure frustration escaping his mouth.

"Don't ya wanna look at me, baby?" You ask him sweetly, peppering a chain of kisses across his balls and sinking your teeth into the opposite thigh. You love him like this. You take pleasure in knowing that after a long, hard day at work, it's you that he seeks comfort and resolution in. "Always tellin' me to keep my eyes on you when you eat my pussy, Daddy."

Wrapping your fist around his thick, meaty girth, tongue flat against the prominent vein that protrudes at the underside of his cock, you lick a stripe from root to tip, suckling him into your mouth with a sloppy kiss.

You hum at the taste of him, the sound vibrating against his flesh. His leg trembles against your neck, falling from your shoulder to the mattress below. Your fingertips dance up his inner thigh, closer to the place you know wants your attention most.

"Please, sugar. Quit teasin' me," he begs, and oh, you love it when he begs. You smirk with his cock in your mouth, taking him down your throat with a gag and coating him in saliva. Lee bucks his hips up against your face, gripping the sheets as he looks down at the sinful sight before him. "You know what I want. Gimme what I want."

You release his dick from your mouth and smirk again when he shudders as it falls against his soft belly with a fleshy thud. Bringing two fingers to your lips, you suck on them lewdly and let your hand fall back to his thigh.

“S’usually me begging for you.” You circle your fingers around the tight ring of muscle between his cheeks as he spreads his thighs wide for you, your free hand jerking his cock back and forth at a torturously slow pace. “Ask me real nice, Daddy.”

In any other situation, you know he’d have you over his knee in a heartbeat and bruise your ass with his palm. But right now, while he’s practically melting on the bed, he’s putty in your hands and you know it.

“Please, sugar. Be a good girl for Daddy and give him what he- ah!” Your fingers slip just an inch inside him, his balls visibly tightening at the sensation. It makes you feel powerful, having him like this. The way he trusts you like this. “Fuck, yes. More.”

You shuffle down between his spread thighs, eyes fixed on his tight hole as it tries to pull your digits further inside. You can’t help yourself, removing your fingers as he sobs at the loss. Lee’s lips part to speak, but you cut him off before he can even begin. “Wanna eat your ass, Daddy.”

Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t argue. Instead bending his knees and giving you all the access you need. You don’t waste a second. Gently caressing between his cheeks, smiling against him as the ring of muscle clenches against your tongue. You don’t hold back, burying your face against him, your nose nuzzling against his balls as your open mouth works him. The sounds echoing in the air are filthy and lewd, and coupled with his satisfied grunts, it’s like a symphony to your ears.

“Good girl. That’s it, stick that pretty tongue all the way in there for me.” You obey his command instantly, parting his cheeks further with your hands and letting the wet muscle work it’s way inside. You tighten your fist around his cock and jerk harder, thumb swiping across the tip and smearing the warm droplets of precum against his tender flesh. “What did Daddy do to deserve such a filthy fuckin’ wife, huh?”

He’s about to protest when you sit up on your knees, your chin slick with drool. You don’t bother to wipe it away with the back of your hand. He likes it when he can see just how much of a mess you’re willing to make for him. Your fingers find his asshole once again, slipping inside with ease right down to the knuckle.

You can’t take your eyes off him. The way his cheeks flush deep red. The rapid rise and fall of his chest as you jerk and finger him simultaneously. It’s mesmerising. Your big, strong man, completely at your mercy and resting his pleasure in your hands.

“Come for me.” You can feel him tightening around your fingers, muscles clenching so hard, you’re certain you couldn’t free them if you tried. His balls draw up, back arching off the bed as he lets out a heavy groan. “Know you’re close. Wan' it. Wanna taste it. Then it’s your turn to eat. You hungry, Daddy?"

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years ago

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || your newest client asks you to give him a real challenge, and you’re happy to oblige.

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 6.3k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut but no actual sex (lots of handjob stuff though and some brief oral m receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, more cnc (because of the overstimulation), bondage, edging, impact play (riding crop), brief cock torture (she just hits him with the crop a couple times), implied “kink as trauma response” (this is gonna be a theme throughout the whole fic), forced to break a rule/doomed to fail/impossible challenge (idk how to warn for this but yeah), forced voyeurism?, thigh riding (reader rides bucky’s thigh), some degradation/dumbification, brief/implied dacryphilia, a bit of angst/feelings

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“Can’t,” he sighed, “can’t come again.”

He looked so painfully adorable when he begged like that, his brow glistening with sweat as he jerked under your touch. “Aw, poor baby,” you pouted, twisting your hand when it stroked over the head of his cock, “yes you can. I know you can. Just gimme one more.”

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, “Mistress, please— just stop, please, I can’t… can’t take any more…”

“I know you can, sweetheart— I know you can be my good boy and keep coming for me. Tell me your color.”

“Yellow,” he whispered.

“Think you’re almost done?” you pressed, smiling when he nodded breathlessly. “Yeah, there’s my good boy— gonna come again for your Mistress?”

“Yes,” he breathed, baring his teeth as his hips bucked wildly to try to avoid further sensation, “y-yes, one more, just one more, I’m gonna— fuck, gonna come, just don’t stop… fuck, it hurts.”

“I know, but you’re being so good for me,” you purred. “You like it when I milk your pretty cock, don’t you? Even though it hurts?”

He winced but nodded. “C-coming, Mistress, fuck, I’m coming…!”

Since it was his fifth of the evening, he could only give you one thick drop of come that gathered at his slit before running down over your hand which finally slowed to a stop.

You both sighed with relief as you pulled your hand away and leaned back, admiring how beautiful he looked as he caught his breath, covered in come and sweat.

"Good job," you praised with a chuckle, "I hope I didn't go too hard on you."

"N-no, that was… that was really good," he sighed, slumping back onto the bed. "Can I use your shower before I go?"

"Yeah, totally," you nodded.

After a long pause, you gave him a confused look.

"I thought you were gonna shower?" you reminded him.

"Oh… I guess I have to get up for that," he sighed, making you laugh.

"Rest a bit longer. You've had a… challenging afternoon."

He nodded a little and you got up from the bed to go wash your hands and freshen up a little, smiling at your own appearance in the mirror— sometimes you forgot how you looked when you did this, but there was an undeniable aura of power around you… especially after a session like that.

This was only your third week with James, and already the dynamic felt so natural between you— and yet, so fresh compared to your other clients. Normally it took longer for a newbie to get comfortable with you, yet most of them had had multiple doms before and here was James, totally inexperienced and taking it all like a champ. There was an air of innocence about him, you figured, in contrast to this undeniable strength and intensity that you caught glimpses of from time to time.

Sometimes, it felt like he was chasing an innocence he lost a long time ago. Whatever it was that drew him to this, you were happy to help him along the way.

It was probably a little dangerous to enjoy sessions with a client so much; even though you often pretended that everything was about your pleasure and not theirs, obviously since they were the paying customer it was the complete opposite in reality. But there was an equity to the dynamic with you and Bucky, he served you with a real dedication rather than for his own gain. And you, meanwhile, had rediscovered the fun in this career that had originally drawn you to it in the first place. It was less like a science now, more like an art— you let yourself go with your instincts and do whatever felt right in the moment, and both of you benefitted for it.

“Come on, get up and clean yourself off,” you encouraged— gently, of course— as you left the bathroom and returned to find James laying sprawled out on the bed.

“I know you said falling asleep here was a one-time courtesy,” he remembered with a smile, “but I could use it now a lot more than I needed it then.”

Honestly, you didn’t see him smile that often. It was pleasant; you hoped to see it again. He did get up, though, and take the washcloth you handed him to wipe off the come that had gotten all over him. “What are you thinking for next week?” you asked as you leaned against the wall. “Any special requests?”

“We can discuss all that over the phone,” he decided. You still didn’t understand fully why he didn’t like to discuss future scenes in person; it was like he wanted the in-person interactions to be as ‘in character’ (if you will) as possible.

“Alright, just keep me updated,” you requested with a shrug.

You got changed while he took his shower, and when he emerged to the living room he seemed surprised to see you sitting on your own couch. After a moment, you realized it was the fact that you were in normal clothes that threw him off. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before… or pants of any kind.”

You looked down at your outfit with a smile, glad it was at least still professional and not sweats and a t-shirt or something. “Yeah, I guess you haven’t. First time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, had a lot of first times with you,” he chuckled. “Most significantly less mundane than this.”

A brief silence filled the room but it wasn’t exactly awkward, at least not for you.

“Well, I’ll see you next week,” he decided as he grabbed his jacket from your chair and slipped it on. You’d been spending most of this session trying to forget how good he looked in the leather motorcycle cut, so that was out the window now as you tried to keep from visibly biting your lip while he walked towards the door.

Damn, he was fine. But there were more pressing matters at hand. Like preparing yourself and your apartment for your next appointment. This guy wanted to get slapped around until he cried… shouldn't be too difficult, but your arms would probably be sore tomorrow.

Opposite of last week, I really want you to edge me tonight, as long as possible.

Don't go easy on me, make me hold it in. I need a challenge this week.

-J

It was odd how emails from James made your week.

He seemed to prefer to communicate his desire with you this way; maybe it was easier for him, and you couldn’t really blame him for that. The nice part was that you didn’t have to temper your reactions, if you had any, since you were always alone when you got his messages. You might be old hat at it now, but you could remember a time that you had to hide a grimace when a client told you to your face what he wanted. Not that you would shame them for it or anything (unless, you know, they paid you to), but you didn’t enjoy everything you did with these men.

Did you enjoy everything you did with James? Yes, but you were pretending not to— for your own sake.

You dressed a bit differently for today’s session, more conservatively… not that it was especially conservative by any other person’s standards. But it left your legs and chest covered, somewhat in the spirit of ‘mean corporate businesswoman’ aesthetically. For some reason you felt like using a riding crop required wearing pants.

James certainly didn’t seem to mind, with the way he nervously cleared his throat after you opened the door.

“Good to see you again,” you greeted formally, “please, come in.”

He stepped past you, still looking at you and not at what was in front of him, meaning he ended up slamming himself gut-first into your kitchen island.

“Oh! Are you alright?” you smiled when you noticed.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded, rubbing his stomach for a second but recovering quickly. “I told you I can take a lot of pain,” he joked.

“Well, we’re going to put that to the test today,” you promised cryptically. “You must’ve seen the crop on the table.”

He nodded again. “Yeah....”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly.

“Then let’s get you tied up, James.”

Straddling his lap, you realized the rope was a bit too tight when you saw it digging into his skin; maybe he wouldn’t mind that, but you did, so you pushed the rope back through itself to loosen it slightly.

“How long did it take you to learn all these knots?” he asked casually, watching your fingers nimbly work the ropes around his wrists.

“Not too long,” you shrugged, “I’ve only been doing this a few years… but I knew them before that.”

“Boating school? Boy Scouts?” he suggested jokingly.

“Just a hobby,” you decided, dodging the covert question about your past. “Were you a Boy Scout?”

“Do I look like a Boy Scout?” he countered with a scoff.

“Not anymore,” you shrugged, “but I bet you did once. You’re sorta innocent, you know.”

He swallowed dryly, and you raised an eyebrow as you glanced from the knot you were tightening to his face, which looked a bit flustered. “R-really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning back on your heels to look at him straight-on. “Are you surprised to hear that?”

He nodded quickly, and you laughed.

“Aw, you thought you were so kinky, huh? So dirty,” you purred, running your hand up his leg until he tugged slightly on the newly-tied ropes— a subtle way to get him to test them for you. “But you’re really not. You’re just my sweet, innocent boy.”

He whined— really, properly whined— and you dug your nails into his skin until he hissed instead.

“I don’t think you believe me,” you noticed, leaning back to reach for the crop behind you. “You think you’re so filthy and perverted, right? Are you a pervert, James?”

“Yes,” he breathed, shivering as you let the crop slide gently over his skin— his abs, his hips, his legs which were already quivering so adorably. “Yes, Mistress.”

“And how’s that?”

“I think about… getting hurt,” he admitted weakly, “when I touch myself. And I touch myself all the fucking time.”

“Yeah? How many times a day do you stroke that pretty cock, James?”

“Twice every morning,” he blurted out, “after that it depends.”

You didn’t let yourself show your surprise at that number. “Depends on what?”

When he hesitated, you hit him sharply on the thigh and he winced. “Depends on what I… what I end up thinking about. Sometimes… sometimes something reminds me, and I have to get off.”

Something told you not to press on what it was that he needed to be reminded of, and why it made him want to jerk off so bad. Something told you he wasn’t ready to tell that story yet. “Did you touch yourself today already?” you asked instead.

“No, no ma’am,” he shook his head, voice wavering as you brushed the crop over his chest, “it’s… it’s different with you.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” you smirked, hitting him on the stomach quickly. “I bet you’re finally satisfied, right? Nothing’s ever worked for you before.”

“Yes,” he moaned, crying out slightly when you hit him on the arm (flesh— you were too afraid what sound the metal one would make) much harder than before. “The nights I see you, I… I can sleep.”

“You sleep better?”

“No, I just… sleep.”

You tried not to react to that, moving to a new question instead. “Do you want me to hit you again? Or do you want me to stroke your cock for you?”

An obvious choice to some, surely, but he seemed to really struggle with it.

“Which one do you think you deserve?” you asked instead.

“Hit me more,” he decided.

Instantly, you struck him once on the face and again on the shoulder, then moved down to his legs for three in a row in spite of the way his body jerked away instinctively.

“Fuck,” he sobbed, “don’t stop— I need more…”

You focused on his legs, on the inside of his thigh where he seemed the most sensitive. His twisted joy turned to true fear, though, when you brushed the end of the crop over his balls. “Do you want me to hit you here?” you challenged.

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered.

“Let’s make a deal, James,” you offered, “wherever I hit you, I’m gonna kiss it to make it better.”

“Then hit me wherever you want,” he nodded, almost smiling at you. He cried through his teeth when you whipped his shaft with the crop— not especially hard, in fact quite delicately, though the second was harder. And the third, though not much more aggressive, was right on the sensitive tip; his eyes shot open and his hips jerked away.

“So good, such a good boy,” you whispered proudly, putting the crop aside to lean in and kiss his cheek where you’d hit him before, his shoulder, his arm.

You worked your way down carefully as he breathed heavily beneath you, whimpering slightly when you kissed his thighs and notably ignored his flexing, leaking cock. “Please,” he whimpered.

“Shh, be patient,” you soothed, “be my good boy.”

“Your good boy,” he repeated, trying to restrain himself but already bucking up into the air again, “fuck, wanna be your good boy, Mistress.”

“Are you already close, pet, just from getting hurt?” you asked in a faux pout. “You’re not gonna come if I give your pretty cock some kisses, right?”

“I— I won’t come,” he promised. “Not until I get permission.”

“Baby, it’s gonna be a long fuckin’ time before you get permission,” you promised with a toothy grin. “Look down at me, honey, I want you to see this.”

He hesitated for a second but obeyed, looking down at you with an expression that was full of awe as you gripped his cock and gave gentle, teasing kisses up his shaft. It bobbed in your hands with each one, and he let out the most beautiful sigh when you kissed the tip carefully.

A wide lick made him jerk beneath you. “F-Fuck,” he stammered.

“You said you wouldn’t come,” you reminded him. “Can I keep going? Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Don’t stop, please,” he breathed, “I’ll be good.”

Taking the head between your lips, you suckled gently as he shivered and moaned. You weren’t sure you’d ever been with anybody— on or off the clock— who was so sensitive. And you loved it, honestly; who could resist those precious noises he made?

As much as part of you wanted to go nuts and really push him to the edge, you tried to be gentle and careful so as not to make it impossible for him to hold back. But even then, when you gently grasped his balls in one of your hands and squeezed them, he apparently couldn’t take anymore.

"S-stop," he hissed, and you pulled back, sitting up.

"You were close?" you asked, and he nodded a little. "Oh, what a good boy."

He whimpered briefly. "Yes, your good boy, Mistress…"

Your fingers trailed delicately up the underside of his cock, making him shiver violently. "I know you want to come, but you want to be good even more. You're such a sweet little pet."

It seemed like the praises did more to keep him on the edge than the touches, so you kept both going; wrapping your fingers around the ridge of his head, you gave the most gentle and subtle strokes, and leaned in to whisper against his ear.

“Is this why you wanted me to edge you today, James? So you could show me how good you can be?”

“I-I don’t know,” he blurted out, rocking his hips as best he could while restrained, “I just wanted to… I just wanted you to make me wait.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that,” you laughed slightly, “I can make you wait all day. Is that what you want?”

“No, that’s— not that long, I can’t wait that long,” he shuddered.

“Mm, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you smirked. “Not sure why I asked what you want, honestly… cause I don’t fucking care.”

His choked-out whine was too perfect to ignore.

“Oh, what a pathetic little moan that was, poor baby,” you cooed mockingly, “are you regretting it now? You’re probably wondering what you got yourself into, ‘cause you’re worried Mistress is never gonna let you come.”

“No, I don’t regret it,” he denied weakly, “whatever you want— do whatever you want to me, just… give me what I deserve, please.”

You stopped touching him completely and he straight-up sobbed. “You don’t deserve anything from me, James. You don’t deserve me at all.”

He told you before that he liked when you rapidly cycled between soft and mean. Kept him on his toes, apparently. Honestly, you felt a little guilty talking to him that way sometimes, but his cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak the bedsheets beneath him was a sign you were doing something right. “I know!” he cried. “I know, fuck, I’m sorry, but I need you. I fucking need you, Mistress, please— you know I’ll do anything.”

“I’m feeling generous today,” you shrugged, “so I won’t ask you for much. Just beg me a little more.”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he rushed, “touch me. Anywhere, whatever you want, I just need to feel you. I know I… fuck, I know I don’t deserve it, but let me try to— to earn it. Please.”

You knew if he had it his way, he wouldn’t do much talking at all. But you couldn’t just let him have it his way, now could you? It was better to make him just the right amount of nervous, just the slightest hair uncomfortable, by making him talk to you. And, of course, you liked the way his deep and rough voice got all whiny and needy like this.

One finger under his chin guided him to look up at you, those pretty blue eyes watery and sparkling and wide with misplaced innocence.

“Tell me who you belong to, James,” you instructed darkly.

“You, Mistress,” he whispered, “I’m yours, I— oh fuck…”

Unshockingly, he was reduced to only moans again when you started stroking his cock, the slick precum making every movement smoother. “All mine, huh? My little toy?” you confirmed, but he could only nod and swallow thickly.

You sped up quickly, getting faster and faster until you were really, properly jerking him off and he was biting hard on his lip. Just when he seemed to really fall into it, get almost comfortable, you had to stop.

"Oh, fuck—" he gasped, bucking his hips up to try to chase your hand when you pulled away, but it was no use with him tied up. You watched his cock bob in the air and smiled.

“Did you think it was going to be that easy?” you smirked.

Shaking his head, you tilted yours to look at him, reaching up to trace your fingers over his chest.

“Don’t lie, baby, you thought I was gonna let you come, didn’t you? You’re so sweet, James, and so, so stupid.”

He gasped, and for a second you thought you might’ve gone too far, but it shifted to a moan quickly and you realized he was having the time of his life.

“Just my dumb, brainless little toy,” you continued with a snarl, watching him tug at the ropes as his eyes fluttered shut. “It’s okay, James, it’s okay… you don’t need to think, I don’t want your mind. It’s useless. I want this pretty cock, that’s all I want from you.”

“It’s all yours, Mistress,” he promised, cheeks burning bright red and eyes forced shut. “All of it, I swear.”

“I know,” you cooed, holding his face gently to soothe him a bit. But then your other hand wrapped around his cock and he was anything but soothed. “Shh, shh, don’t make any sounds, you’re just a toy and toys need to stay quiet.”

You missed his noises, actually, but he looked so cute biting his lip and struggling to suppress them. His cock was so swollen in your hand that you honestly wondered if it was somehow getting bigger. Was that even possible? Your mouth was watering regardless.

“I’m gonna give you a little break,” you promised gently, “but I’ll be honest, pretty boy… I don’t think you’re gonna like it one bit.”

The look he gave you beautifully balanced fear with anticipation, and you stopped stroking him to reach over towards the bedside drawer and pull out a vibrator.

“Your Mistress is feeling a little.... self-indulgent today,” you winked. “And since I, unlike you, don’t need to hold myself back from coming, I think I might as well get myself off if I want to.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, watching you closely as you stood up off the bed and started to carefully undress yourself. It was a lot more fun to get naked when you were wearing something that didn’t actually show much skin— the button-up seemed to really get him going, his tongue mindlessly darting out to lick his lips as you opened one button at a time.

Once it was off your shoulders and on the floor, and he could see the almost-transparent bra you had on, you moved to opening your trousers as well. Just to be mean, you faced the other way as you pushed them down over your ass; you heard his breath catch and you smirked to yourself, spinning to face him again in just the matching, dark red bra and panty set.

“What do you think, do you like this better than the black ones?” you asked coyly.

“I like you naked better than both,” he answered, and you grinned.

“I’m gonna let that backtalk slide just once because it’s not worth my time to go over there and slap you for it,” you decided. “But don’t test me, James.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered dutifully, sounding a bit out of breath as he watched you climb back onto the bed, positioning yourself carefully.

You faced him straight-on and laid your legs over his, meaning your lace-covered pussy was in full view and only inches from his leaking cock— the damn thing looked sore by now, purple at the tip and just as desperate for attention as the rest of him.

When you pulled the fabric aside to show him your cunt, he hissed and looked away.

“Look at me, James, keep your eyes open,” you demanded, seeing how totally wrecked he looked when he turned his head back to you and stared down at your body with half-lidded eyes. “Look at how fucking soaked my pussy is. You remember how it feels to be inside it, don’t you?”

He swallowed, sighed, and finally (just barely) nodded.

“You remember how hot and wet and tight it is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he choked.

“Well, that memory’s all you’ve got to work with, sweet boy, because I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you fuck this pussy again.”

He really, properly sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, and those arms flexed against the ropes defiantly. “N-no, please—”

“I’m gonna make myself come with this,” you promised, interrupting him as you grabbed the vibe, “and I want you to remember how it feels when I come around you, okay?

Turning it on, you wasted no time pressing it to your clit, moving the end of the toy in slow circles and keeping a close eye on him as he watched you. Your intention had always been to give him a show, but the embarrassing thing was how little of it was an act. Ironically, even though you’d been edging him this whole time, having to touch him that way without any pleasure for yourself was almost as torturous. You’d soaked through your panties by the time you had him tied up, to be totally honest. So, giving into it and letting yourself feel good was a breeze.

“Think about when I was riding you, James,” you instructed, your own voice clearly affected by your pleasure now. “Think about how good it would feel if I let you come inside me.”

“Oh, god,” he cried, leaning his head back.

“Think about my pussy milking every fucking drop of come out of you. You know I wouldn’t let you stop until I was completely full of your come, I bet you’d like that. I bet you’d like to eat your come out of me, you sick little pervert.”

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the ropes harder now— for a second you thought he might really break them and jump you. And for a second, you knew you’d let him. It made your walls clench as you imagined facing the consequences of driving a man to the brink of insanity until he couldn’t help but fuck you like an animal. It was a good thing he didn’t see you bite your lip as you imagined that.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” you taunted.

“God, don’t tell me,” he sighed through his teeth, but obviously you ignored him.

“I’m thinking about what a good boy you are for me,” you cooed, your hips starting to rock up against where you held the end of the vibrator; you pressed it down harder onto your clit and moaned instantly. “Yeah, I’m thinking about how pretty you look when you’re all desperate and needy and fucking pathetic—”

“Oh—” he choked.

“My dumb litlte whore, that’s all you are, James,” you groaned. “I know you wish you could touch me, it’s all you can think about, right? That pretty head of yours would be completely empty if it weren’t for thoughts of me and how badly you want me. Right?”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran up your spine when the vibrator bumped into a more sensitive part of you, and you did it again and again until you thought you might lose it a bit faster than you meant to. “This toy feels really good,” you informed him in a purr, gasping when you slipped the vibrating body of it into your pussy, “but it doesn’t feel as good inside me as you do.”

His eyes fell shut but he still winced a bit every time you made a sound; he couldn’t run from this, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh James,” you moaned loudly, fucking yourself with the vibe for a moment before you pulled it back out to focus even harder on your clit, “I’m gonna come. I’m so, so close… I can feel it getting stronger, I think I might make a mess on these sheets. And the only way I’m ever gonna let you come is if you watch me do it. So open your fucking eyes.”

He blinked quickly as he opened them, gaze scanning your whole body before settling on your cunt; you were sure he could see it pulsing as you got closer and closer, you knew he was imagining how it would feel. You only spared a brief glimpse at his cock, bobbing between his legs, and wished you could just slip it in you now and come while it stretched you out.

But that wasn’t what he was here for, sadly, and you were sure you were the only being truly denied of your desires, despite how it probably seemed from the outside.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, numbness starting to tingle in your legs as your orgasm built up quicker than even you expected. “I’m coming— James, I’m coming, oh, fuck… right there— yes!”

A gush of heat warmed your cunt at the same time that shocks ran up your spine and down your limbs; you could feel your legs shaking, and you knew he could, too.

It got so intense for a second that you had to pull the vibrator away, though you didn’t stop coming until a few moments later, eyes falling shut without you meaning for them to.

You actually laughed a bit, breathlessly, as you turned the vibe off and set it aside, although you weren’t sure exactly what was supposed to be funny about this per se. When you opened your eyes, you saw James looking down and looking positively defeated. But he looked tense, too, and you sat up on your wobbly legs to get closer to his face.

“Relax, James,” you told him firmly as you examined him.

“I— I can’t,” he whispered.

“Why not?”

“I’ll come.”

Nothing could fight your wide grin anymore, not when you heard that. “Oh, baby… are you about to come without even being touched? Is that how much you liked watching Mistress come?”

He nodded, ever so slightly, and you laughed. Not quite a mocking laugh, moreso impressed. Prideful, even. You leaned in to give a wet kiss to his neck, licking over his pulse as he shivered violently.

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered against his skin. He whined and you cooed soothingly right away, “oh I know, I know. It’s so unfair, isn’t it? Mistress gets to come and you don’t…”

“Please,” he stammered, “I’m so close, let me come, please.”

“But I don’t wanna see you come, baby— I wanna see you cry.”

You started to slide your hand down his chest and he jumped up to attention as he tried to squirm away. “No, please, don’t— don’t touch my cock, not if I can’t come.”

“You can hold it in, can’t you?” you pouted.

“No, I can’t, I can’t,” he sobbed, watching fearfully as your hand moved down to his stomach and over his hips.

“But I thought you were my good boy,” you frowned, suddenly wrapping your hand tight around his cock as he choked on a gasp.

“Mistress!” he sobbed. “Please, don’t— don’t move your hand, I’ll come.”

"Never fucking tell me what to do," you instructed firmly, just barely stroking as he cried weakly. "I'm gonna touch you however I want and you're not gonna come because you're my good boy, right?"

"No, Mistress, I can't stop it, I'm gonna come— stop, please…"

"You'd better not fucking come," you hissed through your teeth, speeding up your movements and watching his eyes shoot wide open, "you'd better hold it in until I'm done with you."

"I'm trying— please slow down, can't take it—"

You shook your head, tutting disapprovingly. "No, baby, I tell you what you can take."

"Oh— oh god, Mistress, please, please stop, please, I c-can't— fuck!"

You pulled your hand away the second his cock started to flex but it was too late: come was shooting from his swollen tip and painting his chest and stomach. You didn't even wait until he was done to backhand him across the face.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it…"

You softened slightly when you heard his broken voice, saw the desperation and fear on his face— it was real, more real than the fake ‘no’s and the encouraging pleas for mercy. "Baby, it's okay, you tried so hard," you soothed instantly.

Hope filled his eyes just as much as tears as he looked up at you. "Am I still your good boy?"

"Always," you smiled, caressing his face where it was already turning red from your slap.

You reached down and caressed his cock with the back of your fingers, watching it flex weakly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

His lip twitched, almost like a wince. “Do we… do we have to stop?”

You quickly glanced at the clock. “Um, no,” you mumbled, “we still have time. Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna watch you come again…” he admitted softly. “Is… is that okay?”

Although you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, you were still surprised. “Yeah, sure.”

“But… but closer this time,” he added, “not so far away.”

You were literally laying on top of him, how did that count as far away?

“I wanna see your face,” he clarified.

“Okay,” you nodded, deciding to indulge him. It was sort of like aftercare, except that this wasn’t exactly the ‘after’ part yet.

On your knees beside where he was leaning back against the headboard, you slipped your hand down into the lace panties again, finding your clit still swollen but not too sensitive. A little gasp fell from your lips when you touched it, rubbing it carefully with two fingers while he looked up at your face.

You felt slightly exposed when he watched you this close, and you didn’t know where to look to avoid direct eye contact. Looking at his lips was just a little too tempting, so that wouldn’t work.

“My hands are a little tired,” you explained, “they might cramp up. Maybe I could use your thigh…”

“O-okay,” he nodded, and you removed your fingers from your panties to sit down on the thick muscle of his leg. You felt him tense up under you slightly, and you carefully began to rock your hips until your clit rubbed just right against the inside of your underwear. Surely he could feel how wet you were— actually, you both could hear it, almost a wet clicking-like noise as the soaked lace slid against your skin.

The dynamic shifted slightly, not that you minded it, as he watched you ride him carefully. Just as he couldn’t hide much from you when he was naked and tied up and baring his soul to you in the kinkiest way possible, you couldn’t hide your pleasure from him when he was looking at your face so up-close. You let your hands carefully roam his body, narrowly avoiding the trails of cooling come he’d left on his stomach and chest, until you found his strong shoulders and held onto them for balance.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as your sore clit throbbed against his hard, muscular thigh.

“Will you… could you kiss me?” he requested quietly, and your heart broke a little bit. You shook your head, and he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll kiss you here,” you offered instead, whispering against his skin before you pressed your lips to his forehead, then his cheek, then his jaw. “Is that better, James?”

“It helps,” he agreed in a sigh.

“I’m close,” you warned quietly, pressing your cheek to his and weaving one hand into his hair. “I’m gonna come again, on your thigh.”

“Let me touch you,” he begged, “just a little, please…”

You nodded, about to reach forward to untie one of his hands, but he snapped the ropes and you had totally forgotten he could do that. He quickly ran his touch all over your body, calloused hands and bound wrists in stark contrast to your soft skin. The metal one was a little cold but it didn’t bother you; the other was almost too hot, and it was like being warmed and cooled all at once.

He ran his fingers down your spine, he gripped one of your shoulders, he rubbed your legs: he did everything he must have been wishing he could do this whole time, even gasping as he ran one hand up your chest and over a cup of your bra. Just as you sensed that he was about to ask if he could touch you there, you nodded and felt his metal hand tug down the red lace and grab your breast— thankfully not very hard, though he did give your nipple a quick pinch which made you gasp.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he finally settled his hands on holding your hips, just tight enough to slightly guide your movements as you rocked faster and more desperately. “Please come,” he begged weakly, “Mistress, please… use me.”

It sort of hit you all at once then, like a punch to the gut. Except, you know, a lot more fun than getting punched in the gut.

“James,” you gasped, legs quivering where they straddled his as a new patch of slick soaked the lace (and presumably his thigh as well). He held you tight, kept you moving through it while your fingers tangled in his hair and your mouth fell slack for another, louder moan.

The way his lips moved over your skin, laving your collarbones and pulse point and the innermost corner of your jaw, was positively worshipful; reverent. “Mistress,” he whispered, almost sounding like praise but tinted with awe. Your movements slowed down to a stop and the two of you breathed a sigh together, unintentionally. “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“What for?” you asked, blinking quickly and looking down at him, coming back to reality (though you weren’t quite sure where else it was that you had just been).

“I dunno, everything,” he decided.

“Don’t thank me,” you smiled. “Keep paying me, though.”

He laughed a little, glancing away. “Yeah, and I’ll pay you back for these ropes… sorry."

"No, hey, don't be sorry," you dismissed, getting up off of his leg and standing up to go grab a towel for him. "I'm just sorry we still haven't found anything strong enough to hold you."

"It's fine, they're strong enough to make me stop myself when I want to do something I shouldn't, that's all that really matters."

You nodded to yourself as you dampened the towel and came back to wipe him off.

"I can do that for myself," he reminded you, sounding a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was sweet.

“You just focus on getting those ropes off of yourself,” you decided with a little smile.

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