#Para: Self

[askhunterclarington]

Surrender || Self-Para

CHARACTERS: Hunter Clarington, mentions of Kitty Wilde. DATE & TIME: December 6th, 8pm LOCATION: Hunter's bedroom. SUMMARY: Hunter reflecting on some things, and facing his very evident feelings for Kitty. WARNINGS: Brief mentions of sex. Nothing in depth.

It had been three days and since the snow storm that had lead to Kitty and Hunter running back to Kitty's apartment. And it had also been three days since that god awful attempt at sex. An attempt that had Hunter cringing even still just at that thought of. Due to no fault of Kitty's of course, and completely due to his own which most certainly made things worse. At least Kitty had some sort of valid reasoning for nerves. It was supposed to be her first time after all, nerves were perfectly normal. But not for Hunter. He was supposed to the experienced one. The cool, calm and collected gentleman that had been so assured and ready to please at any given time. The one that made promise after promise of a stellar performance - an unforgettable one, even. Not this shell of the façade he'd put on for months now, caving and failing at the very first opportunity presented. Kitty wasn't coming back now, that he was sure of.

It had been two days and ten hours since he'd snuck out in the morning after sleeping on the couch, too ashamed to face her the next day.

Things had already been awkward at very best as he took the couch, there was no way that it was going to be any better when they woke. Kitty had also made zero attempt to contact him, so Hunter was more than confident that things had been done. He'd played the long game, and he'd still lost. And all because of the stupid butterflies that had settled their way into the pit of his stomach and refused to leave. It hadn't helped that his mind had also been sent into overdrive, trying to live up to not only the expectation that he assumed Kitty had set, but to his own. The expectation that everything had to be memorable, satisfying. It had to be perfect.

Hunter should have known applying such pressure was only a recipe for disaster. Spontaneous sex was the best sex, and whilst it was certainly spontaneous in the most technical sense of the word, in Hunter's mind it was anything but. He'd been thinking about it for weeks now. What he would do when the time came. How things would be managed. Ways to keep Kitty feeling as comfortable, and happy at the end of the experience as she possibly could be. To ensure that the choice wouldn't be something that she's grow to regret later down the line. And yet none of it mattered when it came down to it. He'd done everything he'd thought so hard on avoiding. The memory of her first attempt spoiled immediately with his lack to even really get going to begin with. The one fear that he'd had playing out before him, and all thanks to his own doing.

Countless times during the past couple of days he'd picked up his phone. Typed out a text, some form of apology over the poor (or compete lack of) performance on his behalf, a brief phone call to explain himself. To let her know that he missed her dearly and would give anything to try just one more time- but he found himself deleting it or locking the screen once again just as quickly, the nerves regarding what her possible responses could have been keeping him frozen in limbo.

In his mind, it could only go one of two ways. She's tell him to leave her alone and that she never wanted to see him again, immediately shutting him down; which was a sting far worse than he was willing to admit to himself. A heartbreak that he'd been sheltering himself from for years, and had not been willing to put himself through.

Or she's ask him why. Why did he struggle so much to the point that nothing happened? The outcome where he would be forced to admit that he cared for this far more than he had been willing to admit. Not only to her, but also to himself. He would have to face the reality that he had fallen for her. Hard. Kitty Wilde had him, completely.

This was no longer some fun game of cat and mouse, seeing who would cave first. Their flirty banter that was once light-hearted teasing, now held a deeper meaning to the young man. It was more than some harmless fun; and in feeling this way, what should have been something relatively simple, was suddenly so much more complicated. He'd been in his own head by trying to be selfless, and in turn, still ruined the moment he'd been trying so hard to perfect. It was excruciating, though, doing nothing at all.

And so once more, Hunter picked up his phone, scrolling through the list of contacts until he found the number he was looking for. 'Kit' with the kissing emoji beside it lit up the screen, the contact image of blonde hair and a dazzling smile right above her number. Hunter wasn't usually one for mushy contacts, but like any of what he had going on with Kitty, she had him doing things he never thought he would.

Sitting in his bed, Hunter's thumb hovered over his screen; but once more he found himself hesitating before pressing to dial the number. Why was this so fucking hard? Slamming the phone down onto his bed, Hunter let out a groan in frustration as his head fell back against the pillows once more, his mind racing at a million miles an hour. Being honest with himself, he knew what he needed to, he just needed to find the courage to actually do it. The things he was feeling terrified the crap out of him, but not having Kitty? Well that scared him even more.

Jumping up, Hunter grabbed his phone and quickly tucked it into his pocket before racing to grab his coat. He'd been wallowing in his own self-pity for too long, and he needed to stop. If this was all going to blow over in the end, there was no way that it was going to happen without him having laid it all out on the line first. He'd been too afraid to dive in the last time, he wasn't going to make that same mistake again. This time, he was going to get the girl. Or, he'd go down trying.

[thejugheadjones]

Going Through The Motions || 11/19/23, After 1pm

Jughead felt as though he were running on autopilot, and in a way that was exactly what he was doing. His body had been going through the motions of what was expected of him since the mock auction the day before. He'd not fought, argued, or even given the guards any sort of dirty look. He hadn't even registered it when one of them commented on his newfound obedience and how it had been only a matter of time before he learned his place. Jughead felt numb, detached and as though he were floating and watching his body move on it's own accord without any control or input from him.

The final morning seemed to go by in a blur, or maybe it was the fact Jughead had not slept at all the night before and had seemingly lost all sense of time. He joined the groups of students as they were finally released and able to return to the school. The fact Jughead had asked JB to tell him where to go after this was probably the only reason the Switch found himself walking past the floor to his room and walking directly to his sister's room. He knew Delilah had been working to get things in order for them when they got there, including the spare room for Jug if he desired it.

He said nothing to either Delilah or JB as he instantly zeroed in on the spare room and closed the door behind him. He leaned against it for a moment before slowly sliding down the door until he was sitting in front of it, his back pressed against it as he sat there and stared blankly across the room. Somewhere in him he knew he needed a proper shower, food, and the minor injuries he'd gotten from the guards cleaned up, but Jughead couldn't bring himself to worry about any of that in the moment.

Jughead knew his sister had experienced the same nightmare as him, and while she'd always proven to be stronger than he was, that didn't mean she didn't need to be taken care of too. He might not be in the mindset to take care of her in the same way JB always took care of him, but at least he could make sure Delilah gave JB the attention she deserved after this.

[slave-adrianalodge]

Self Para: At Least It Was Artful

“Do you have any tissues?” Adriana asked someone from the audience of the scene she’d done with Chuck in the courtyard. Apparently surprised that he’d been spoken to, the guy slowly retrieved a few from his girl friend’s purse. She walked back to the picnic table wordlessly, aware that some people still lingered around and were watching her despite the ending of the scene. She calmly used the tissues to clean her ass of his seed so that she could sit down on the bench of the table without getting stuck. She was vaguely aware that a couple people were calling out to her, calling her various obscenities that she had learned not to pay mind to. Words couldn’t hurt her.

She sat there and caught her breath, sending a text to someone with a request. She never cared about traveling the campus with no clothes on, but right now she didn’t want to receive any orders so blending in more would be needed to get back to the dorm building.

Someone who she often scened with brought her a dress, letting her put it on. “Is everything okay?” He asked. “You’ve uh, never asked for a pick-up before.”

That was because she hadn’t asked him for much of anything before. She rarely asked favors, and when she did it was always to a different person. “I just want to get in bed. I feel like my limbs might fall off if I move a lot. Or my lungs might just collapse. Or whatever dramatic statement gets me a ride out of here,” she said with a smile. She was really tired, but she wasn’t about to let herself be mean to someone who had come to help her.

He gave her a piggy-back ride back to the dorm building, bidding her goodbye with a hug. She made her way through everything to the right room, feeling like her body was too heavy to carry. She entered the space and threw her dress off. “Looks like someone had a good time,” one of her roommates told her when she was checking out her marks in the mirror. “Someone almost died three times,” Adriana’s reply came, lightly to show she was just a little annoyed and not actually in turmoil. “But my pussy apparently liked it, so what the fuck do I know?”

“I like you more when you have more pleasant orders,” the girl chuckled. Adriana collapsed onto a bed, not even bothering to get under the covers. “Mm, me too.” She turned onto her side and winced. “At least the impact play and sex was artful and fun.”

“Now that I want to hear about,” another roommate spoke up. Adriana shrugged. “If my math is correct, he got 415 points from a relatively short amount of time.” As she said it out loud, she realized that most slaves who had that experience usually come back as spent, lifeless robots. So she was pretty glad for the way things turned out.

Her phone went off then, a text coming through. “Nooo,” Adriana groaned. “If I don’t check that, I get to lay here, right?” Another roommate grabbed her phone for her and brought it to her. “You don’t need a punishment from the guards.” Adriana blinked up at her, as she knew this roommate didn’t like her. “Don’t get all excited,” the other slave warned. “I just don’t want to get in trouble by association.”

Adriana looked at the phone screen, cursing under her breath. “Mother of fuck,” she spoke then, forcing herself to sit up and prepare to go out again.

[dallasevans-gardner]

Of course I'm fine || 7/13/24, After Dinner

Even though dinner had already been made, eaten, and leftovers were put away and cleaned up, Dallas was still fidgeting around in the kitchen, much longer than he needed to considering he had already washed the counters, stove, and and the dishes from dinner. He had even dried them all by hand and put them away. It had reached the point he was literally organizing things precisely because it was simple, and didn't require him to truly focus, because it was simple and gave him something to do. This past week had gotten to the point where he was working, spending time at the hospital in rotation with the others, or keeping the house cleaned up and in order. Sleep was technically in there too, but Dally hadn't done much of that or had a sound sleep all week.

He let out a soft exhale a he finally made himself leave the kitchen and walked over to grab his phone from where it was sitting on the table. "I'm going to take a walk." Dally said, loud enough that he knew someone would hear him as he stuck his phone into his back pocket and slipped out of the door without waiting for a response. He reached up and ran a hand through his hair as he made his way down to the sidewalk and began his walk away from the house. He knew he could go to Robin and not fear judgement for needing the man, and he was sure Kat wouldn't think less of him either for needing the extra support considering the circumstances, but Dally was a big brother through and through and the one bad habit he had was ignoring his own needs when those around him were in need.

He knew Sam's subs and slaves were a mess, Hunter, their parents, brothers and sister, and any other person that Sam had managed to touch were all feeling some level of fear and uncertainty. Dallas was older than most of them, and that meant the side of them that placed the pressure on himself also told him he needed to keep it together. "Are you alright, Dally?" He jolted out of his thoughts as one of his and Robin's neighbors spoke to him, stopping as he recognized the elderly lady that lived a few houses down from him. "Oh, I'm fine, ma'am." Dally reassured her, offering her what he hoped would be a believable smile. "Just out for an evening stroll."

The submissive could see the woman giving him a glance over, almost as though she were debating on questioning if he were sincere or not before finally giving a simple nod of her head. "It is a fine evening for a stroll. Warm but not terribly warm." She confirmed, taking a step back to allow him by. "I won't keep you, but do remember you and Robin, and the new young woman I've seen, are always welcome to stop by." She told him. "I'll be sure to let them both know. Thank you." Dally said, managing another small smile before he continued on, glad that she hadn't kept him terribly long. He enjoyed speaking with her, but he also knew he wasn't entirely himself right now either.

Dally went around the block once and then a second time, and only when he realized it was starting to get late did he finally return home and let himself back in. He let the door close with a click, locking it behind him as he took his shoes off by the door and then headed into the bedroom to grab himself some pajamas and then into the bathroom to shower. The shower was also the one place that Dallas had been allowing himself the chance to crumble a bit under the pressure. The sound of the shower and the spray both masked the fact he'd been crying-- at least enough to pretend like he was fine. If he could convince himself that he was fine then maybe he'd actually be fine, or so that's what he kept telling himself even though he knew it wouldn't work. Denial of his feelings was Dally's strategy for the week, or at least it was the only strategy he'd allow himself to have.

[mydeerabigail]

”yea my kid turn out completely normal” they think murder is the most erotic thing ever

[conejitomareador]

there’s nothing wrong with a little edge

[coldranger]

Am I late to the hugfest? Ah well, not like it would matter much to Smitten

[wallpapedits-vvc]

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[thejugheadjones]

Late Night Musings || 11/18/23, early morning, maybe 2:30am

Jughead's head jolted up from where it had been resting against his knees, having dozed off at some point. He had no idea how long he'd been asleep, nor did he even remember falling asleep given just how little he had been sleeping since they'd gotten here. The first thing he noticed was how oddly quiet it was in the auction house and that told him it had to be late. He slowly pushed himself off the floor of the cell, wincing a bit as his body protested the movement. He wasn't sure if it was from the position he'd been in or the intense level of physical activity that he'd been made to do, or both. Jughead, while not out of shape, was definitely not one that actively worked out regularly either, but he found himself thinking he needed to start once this was all said and done.

He slowly made his way over toward the pathetic excuse for beds that had been given to them for the duration of their stay here. As much as the cots might suck though, Jughead knew it was still better than sleeping directly on the floor-- if only barely. He had chosen to stay against the front of their cell until the guards had all seemed to stop hovering, prepared to direct any attention directed at his cellmates toward himself. He might not know his cellmates very well, or at all actually, but he'd seen enough to know they all had some previous connection between them and being the odd one out, he felt it was only fair he do what he could to keep them safe and together as much as he could through this. Which was why Jughead was fine with biting the bullet if he needed to. Yes, he knew it didn't mean the others wouldn't still end up targeted, but other than his sister being locked away in a different cell, Jughead didn't have anything to actually lose by allowing himself to be the scapegoat and if he could keep them safe even for a bit then he'd do it.

He slowly lowered himself onto his cot, rolling onto his side and facing the wall behind him as he shifted a bit in order to try and get comfortable. He'd survived day one and day two, and he just had to get through day three and then their final and even shortened day. He knew there was meant to be some sort learning experience here and how they'd all be stronger for it, more aware of their future if they didn't change, and blah blah blah. He inhaled and exhaled deeply, closing his eyes in an attempt to maybe get a bit more sleep, but at the same time Jughead knew sleep had been scarce since they'd arrived and he'd been lucky to sleep even a couple of hours each night. The fact he'd dozed off already would most likely be all he slept tonight, unless he managed to doze again at some point.

The switch opened his eyes again and stared silently at the wall in front of him, his mind moving a mile a minute as he thought about what was in store for them next-- mock auctions. They were going to be stood up and treated like they were nothing more than a piece of property. Which, he supposed, was the point since ending up here essentially lead to that outcome. An outcome that Jughead silently feared would become a reality for him. Realistically, he knew he still had time and, even more so, he didn't doubt for a moment that JB wouldn't consider claiming him just to keep him from ending up here if he didn't find someone to claim on his own, or to be claimed by if he ever gave into his submissive side. Maybe it was the Jones family stubbornness or simply Jughead's pride, but he didn't want to resort to asking his twin sister to claim him just to avoid being turned into a slave, even if he knew it wouldn't be the end of the world if he were claimed by her.

Jughead tucked one of his arms beneath his head, the other resting in front of him by his chest as he stared straight ahead, swallowing thickly as his mind started down the path of this could be you in just a few short years. Which, Jughead knew, was a very real possibility. It was also the reason Jughead had decided to travel rather than follow JB and enrolling when she did. He wanted the chance to travel... see the world... just in case it was his only chance to actually do it. He'd known JB would find a submissive to claim and she'd be fine. She knew what she wanted and she would take it-- as he'd picked up on with how she spoke about Delilah. JB had not only found herself a submissive, but she'd found someone that she trusted enough to let in to some extent.

He wasn't to that point, nor was he sure he'd ever get to that point. He kept everyone at a distance with his snark and sarcasm because it was easier than allowing people in and giving them the chance to hurt him. He'd been hurt by the person who had given birth to him and his sister, easily left behind each and every time she decided to come back and then leave them behind again and again. It hadn't taken Jughead long to realize his mother-- his egg donor didn't actually love them. She didn't love him and JB and she certainly didn't love their father and only wanted something to do with them when it was convenient for her. Jughead didn't want a life like that, and the best way to avoid it was to keep everyone at a distance.

Unfortunately, that also meant the alternative was this, for real, and he knew it would end up much worse than it was now. He swallowed thickly, feeling a sense of anxiety and fear building in his chest. It wasn't often that Jughead felt fear. He was bold, confident, brave, and he had no trouble when it came to holding his own and going head to head with someone regardless of their status. If he were being honest, prior to this entire field trip, Jug couldn't even begin to guess the last time he had felt fear.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself to breath slowly and deeply as he pushed through the feeling of panic he could feel was building. This wasn't the time and place to end up with a panic attack over 'what ifs'

I still have plenty of time. This isn't my future yet. I might feel as though I'm a lost cause but, technically, I'm not a slave yet. I can still find a way to avoid this. I can still find a claim and graduate by the time I turn thirty.

He kept repeating his little mantra in his head. The reminder that as terrified as he was of this happening... it wasn't happening yet. He still had time and he still had the chance to change it.

[2snuffseb]

collar around my neck but it’s a rope and you are shoving your hands down my throat making me throw up and keep beating the shit out of me making me move around and tighten the rope, slowly choking myself to death??

[dallasevans-gardner]

Self Para: A Quiet Night, 4-26-24

Dally's day was, more or less, a normal work day. He'd woken up when he heard Robin moving around in the early hours and rather than go back to sleep he'd chosen to get up and hop in the shower before he started getting ready for work. He'd gotten dressed for the day and then made the bed and cleaned things up in the bedroom, before going out to the kitchen before making himself a cup of coffee and some light breakfast. When he got to work, he spoke with his manager and offered to stay late if they needed an extra pair of hands. It didn't surprise Dallas when he took the submissive up on it, but did bring up if it would be a problem with his Dom. It was only when Dallas reassured him that it wouldn't be an issue and Dallas had already mentioned it to him that he allowed the matter to drop.

It was only as Dallas reached ten hours that his boss actually told him to go home because it was starting to get late, and he had no desire to risk the wrath of Robin for overworking the submissive-- even if Dallas had volunteered the hours and not actually given a time to leave. It was a fair concern and one that Dally didn't blame him for worrying about. Dally was well aware that if he willingly overworked himself too much that Robin would not approve either. He was potentially pushing it working a ten hour day, but that he could justify as a one-time thing and he hadn't needed to rush home to make dinner for the two of them.

He'd finished up the job he was doing, cleaned up, and then clocked out, saying goodnight and that he'd see them on Sunday, since he had Saturday off and that had been another reason he'd agreed to work late Friday. He went home and let himself inside, locking the door behind him as he registered just how quiet it was inside. He took his shoes off by the door and made short work of running through the shower again even though he'd showered that morning. He needed to shower after work because he normally came home with oil, grease, and dirt from work.

Once he'd showered, he wandered into the kitchen to make himself something for dinner. He knew it'd be easy to just skip dinner entirely, but he also knew that wasn't actually an option unless he wasn't feeling well and even then soup was normally light enough for him to manage. He settled on a sandwich, tossing some sliced veggies with it and even poured himself a glass of milk so it seemed like a well-rounded meal even if it were a simple meal.

When he finished eating his dinner, Dallas made short work of cleaning the dishes from dinner and cleaning up the kitchen a little bit. He'd take care of the thorough cleaning tomorrow on his day off, like he normally did when he actually had the time to do it. He could actually start the laundry tonight though and decided that he'd do just that as he went into the bedroom and grabbed the basket. He did a quick scan around the room and in the bathroom to make sure there was nothing that got left behind and then headed into the laundry room to start the laundry. It'd take two loads to wash, but he had all night to get it done, and after starting the first load and leaving the basket on the ground, Dallas returned to to the living room where he settled on the couch and turned on the television for something to watch and even distract himself from how seemingly quiet the house felt.

Between mindless television and laundry, which he did end up bringing into the living room once it was done so he could dump it onto the couch beside him to fold, the evening seemed to be going well enough, and he was fine just like he'd promised he would be. He was managing, and that was the important thing.

He then carried the basket into the bedroom and made short of putting their laundry away. Once he was done, he glanced at the time and saw it was getting late, just after midnight now between getting home, showering, dinner, and then laundry.

He figured sleep was probably a good idea as he walked through the house again to double-check everything was picked up. He also double-checked that the door was locked and then turned the television off and headed back to the bedroom, and climbed into bed on his side. Dally had made the joke about taking over the entire bed since it was his bed while Robin was gone, but after a few minutes, he'd shifted over so he was laying on Robin's side of the bed, and while it wasn't the same the subtle and familiar scent of his Dominant was comforting as the exhaustion from his long day finally seemed to catch up with him and he fell asleep curled up against Robin's pillow.

[schizouse]

ೀㅤㅤUncommitted

A term for those who are not committed to their attraction / sexuality and prefer to break the rules instead.

Ex : an lesbian who dates men, an aromantic who does not want an romantic relationship yet gets in them anyway, a bi person who only dates one gender, etc.

They are still said sexuality, for example the lesbian only feels attraction to non-men, yet chooses to go against it, for whatever reason.

 ྀི◟ ͜ ̣̣̥⠀ self-indulgent, this is probably worded terribly

෫ㅤㅤㅤDo not interact

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[unpersoniverse]

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[angelicbook]

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[pararecovery]

[florizzia]

『A.U — A.B.O』

Os discípulos do pico Qing Jing (todos Ômegas, e em sua maioria oriundos das ruas ou bastardos de famílias abastadas) não sabem como montar um ninho até que Shen Qingqiu descubra e se force a ensiná-los.

Shen Qingqiu fica abismado ao descobrir que nenhuma das crianças sob sua tutela conhecem o mínimo de sua própria biologia secundária, então essa é outra coisa que ele se vê ensinando-os.

De alguma forma, isso muda tudo.

E se por acaso Shen Qingqiu pareça estar com um humor melhor, mesmo com um bando de crianças escondidas sob suas mangas, não era da conta de ninguém.

[The disciples of Qing Jing Peak (all Omegas, and most of them either street urchins or bastards from wealthy families) don't know how to set up a nest until Shen Qingqiu figures it out and forces himself to teach them.

Shen Qingqiu is shocked to discover that none of the children under his tutelage know the slightest bit about their own secondary biology, so this is another thing he finds himself teaching them.

Somehow, this changes everything.

And if by any chance Shen Qingqiu seemed to be in a better mood even with a bunch of children hiding under his sleeves, it was no one's business.]