#annnnd send

[ayebibs]

I just finished Veilguard. I have so many thoughts. Very raw and unpolished under the cut. I have no one to talk about this with so my dash must suffer. Probably will ramble on more later too.

Tldr; I am highly critical but I had a fun enough time and still love dragon age.

Definitely felt the loss of my world state choices. Especially if this is a soft relaunch and I may never have my characters or thedas mentioned ever again.

Hot take, I don't care for Morrigan that much. She's fine and I like her, but I love Varric more and would much rather have seen other past companions. Someone give me back fenris and merrill. Also, why is Isabela in basically every game. I like her but? I cannot determine the reason. Am I missing lore?

Speaking of Varric, I clocked his death immediately (no one but rook ever spoke to him?) His death felt cheapened by the poorly executed twist for me. Disappointing and annoying to me.

So much good lore (and much of it wasted). Why did everything feel so surface level except in the crossroads? That part of the narrative was so much tighter. So much could have been done with the Titans, in my opinion, and I think so little of that was explored.

Such a satisfying ending, but the rest of the game could be such a slog sometimes? Like, the ending lowkey reminded me of Origins and fighting the darkspawn and archdemon with the help of the people you built relationships with along the way, which was very cool. But I felt like all of those faction relationships were very shallow. Maybe we should have been able to talk to more people (with menus and branching dialogue) in the factions and do more sidequests to feel more attached?

So much marketing about the focus on companions but the romance was less of a focus than it has ever been and I didn't feel connected to, like, anyone except for Davrin and Assan. I didn't feel a single ounce of regret with my choices (I'm sorry, I don't get the hype around Harding... she was fine in inquisition but really didn't stand out to me. She had little depth imo as well...). We barely got to talk to them and learn their history and likes outside of caracitures of who they were. Yes, I get it Neve is a noir detective, Lucas is coffee man and spite is coffee demon, bellara is quirky and autistic coded. And none of those things make well-rounded characters.

Really wished I had romanced anyone but Lucanis because I thought he was bland (sue me) and Zevran doesn't exist for whatever is going on in that revisionist take on the crows. Also, I hate the sleeping together before the final battle trope. So much of that build up and romance should have happened earlier. The romance simply felt new to me and I didn't feel invested at all.

Speaking of revisionist history, how the hell was the enslavement of elves in tevinter barely mentioned? Or racism? I saw an excuse about someone having to write that and like... bffr. You can't just ignore hard topics. That is where the depth and nuance in dragon age comes from (not nuance in slavery mind you, but think fenris' opinion on mages because of his history). As the inquisitor, my lavellan constantly experienced racism and I loved it because I am female minority and have experience with those issues. Working around it or plowing though sometimes was gratifying and fun. I don't people see racism in a video game and automatically think "oh no bioware is racist?" If that's the issue.

Davrin was my favorite companion and i really wished I had romanced him. Might replay as a grey warden man and do that because I think that would be very cool plot wise. I think I also got what I wanted out of his companion quests. Like, they answered what I wanted and had a satisfying ending.

Also, I liked Bellara so much more than I thought I would, especially because I chose her at the very end and she becomes blighted. Her dialogue is very rough though and not appropriate for the tone of this game 97% of the time.

Still cannot get over how bad the dialogue was. Truly egregious. Very anachronistic and took me out of the story nearly every time some characters opened their mouths. The main offender being my Rook who could literally only be nice and very "go team." She sounded like my manager trying to convince me that our job is made of one big, happy family no matter what dialogue I chose. Also, I wanted to throw my controller at my monitor every time Neve said "the job."

Taash's storyline really could have been something great because there were glimmers when I really loved them, but the anachronistic phrases and lack of skill with their storyline really killed it for me. I have a lot of thoughts on this because I really think it was EXTREMELY lazy and showed a real lack of care for either nonbinary rep (which can still happen with own voices) or simply writing for a piece of existing media. I could think of many easy ways to improve it. Some glimmers are even in the game. Like when the spirit addresses Taash as cousin instead of sister? Why not more of this? Also what was with the push ups for misgendering and then immediately being like, oh saying sorry a bunch makes it more for the person who fucked up? Like... the pushups are different?? And definitely don't draw more attention to an insulting or dysphoric moment?

All that aside, I was decently happy as a solalavellan girlie. I can 100% see why people don't like Solas and might have chosen endings that end badly for him, but I feel strongly that he was the best written character in he last two games.

Had a fun enough time. Happy the game finally got made. Ending really saved this from being a 5/10 for me. Would rank around 7/10 rounded up.

Don't think the game needs a dlc, but there is always a part of me that wants to play through rebuilding in the aftermath of a near world ending fight that destroyed everything. Like, take me to Ferelden. Is my husband, the king, okay?

Desperately, desperately hoping that there is another game that is a true return to form to the first three games (yes, even 2 because the characters are so, so well loved) and more like the ending of veilguard. Also that we get a return of world states meaning something. Hate to be that bitch, but genuinely hoping Baldur's Gate raised expectations for story-based, rpg games and Bioware survives to bring back my favorite game series to what I loved so much.

Fingers crossed the next one (is made at all) doesn't take 10 years.

[0xeyedaisy]

Random stuff

[jonahmagnus]

Normal if not extremely and unhealthy devoted sub top masochist butch x Insane possessive sadist dom bottom femme

[lookwhatyoudidithasanxiety]

Say it

Prove you have an ounce of decency, and say it

👁️‍🗨️

Poppy: You have five seconds.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two-

Midnight: I did it! I made the anti-virus! I made it to weaken Eclipse so you'd be the one ta live 'cause I wanted him gone! I just wanted you! I tried to kill him, ok? Happy?! Is that whatcha wanted? That whatcha wanted me ta say?! I tried to kill him on purpose because I didn't wanna lose my brother!

Poppy: Oh Moon...

[atinylittlepain]

I just think that Steve Harrington in lacy baby blue panties w sweet little embroidery on the front that says “I feel like Sisyphus”

[a-lonely-dunedain]

12, 22, and 32 from the OTP asks for Margrim/Celeair?

12. Do they have many heated arguments? How do they smooth things over?

honestly I don't think they really get into fights. like, at all come to think of it. I genuinely can't imagine Celeair raising his voice at anyone over a disagreement and least of all at Margim. And Margim, while she can be opinionated about certain things, would never actually fight with Celeair about like, anything. Mainly because I think there are few things they actually disagree on, and what few there are they would be willing to just talk through.

is it realistic for them to get along so well 100% of the time considering they came from such vastly different backgrounds? idk, but I think that's part of their appeal to me in a way? sure it doesn't LOOK like they should get along so well, but they do, and they love each other so so so much <3. also they're my comfort couple and I never want to think about them being mad at each other. love blorbos who respect and communicate with their partner <3

22. What reminds each of their partner?

Dandelions always make Celeair think of Margim! for a number of reasons: too stubborn to die, misunderstood, and very beautiful to his eyes <3. Though Margim has always (strongly) disliked her yellow eyes, seeing them as a mark of evil passed down from her father, to Celeair they just make him think of his favorite flower <3 (are they his favorite flower because of their association with Margim, or did he associate them with her because they were his favorite? yes.)

for Margim it's a lot of random things that can make her think of him, usually beautiful small things she never would have seen in Mordor. The tune of a little songbird, a patch of soft blue flowers, warm blankets and hot tea, things like that.

Another thing she would remember him by was a little keepsake he had given to her when she left Ithilien, a brooch in the shape of a crescent moon, that she treasured for as long as she had it. Currently the plan is that she loses it at some point between her coming to Turm Dreng and Celeair reuniting with her. Not yet giving details as to exactly how she loses it, but the Mournshaws are involved and we can pretty definitively say she's not getting it back. She is understandably very angsty about this, at the time having no reason to believe she'll ever see Celeair again and having lost the one token he gave her (arguably the first gift she had ever received from anyone). She is so upset and ashamed by this that she can't bring herself to talk about or even mention Celeair to anyone. That is, until he unexpectedly shows up in the village looking for her, which confuses just about everyone because they had no idea about Margim's past with this random Gondorian lol

32. Who’s the better story teller?

oh it's Celeair hands down, I've mentioned before that if multiclassing were a thing in lotro Celeair would have at least one level in minstrel

[aethersea]

📓

So love potion no. 9, right? Three options here: one for comedy, one for sappiness, and one for angst. 

For comedy, Morgan drops the curse bottle and now everyone’s in love with them. Barnaby and Ohio are suddenly pining desperately. Rex Roofer kidnaps them for a romantic weekend getaway. All their tenants inexplicably have a dozen maintenance requests crop up all at once, just so they can offer Morgan some fresh-baked pastries oh no I just happened to make extra, really it’s no trouble, haha yeah it’s a family recipe, if you wanted to come by sometime I could show you how to make it…?

Alex is busy that weekend and doesn’t notice for a few days, and in fact doesn’t find out about it until Morgan remarks that it’s funny how Alex has been acting completely the same. Maybe they’re immune? Just too powerful for the curse bottle…

Alex freezes. This is it, a voice screams in their head, this is the moment, the universe has crafted this opportunity for you, just SAY SOMETHING and if it goes wrong then you can play it off as being the curse after all! Say something! SAY SOMETHING!!

“Yep!” they squeak. “Immune! Ha! Too strong for that curse!”

Then they teleport themselves into the sun to scream for a while.

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For sappiness, Alex cracks that thing open, not knowing what it is, and Morgan’s behavior doesn’t change at all. “Huh,” Morgan says when this is pointed out to them. “That’s funny. I wonder if I’m immune somehow? All those jungle adventures with Ohio finally paying off, I guess.”

This is it, a voice screams in Alex’s head. This is your moment. The universe is giving you a gift. 

“I—uh—I don’t think—” Alex takes a deep breath, then stops time for a bit so they can psych themselves up. “I don’t think that’s how it works,” they finally manage. “But I can—Or we can get an expert or something—I think you should—uh—We should scan you for curse immunity. That seems like a—a thing you should know. About yourself. If you have it.”

Morgan gets a bit of a deer-in-headlights look and tries to dissuade them, but Alex has grabbed onto their courage with both hands and will absolutely not be dissuaded. So Morgan breaks down and confesses that yes, they’re in love with Alex, have been for a while, but they can totally be chill about it, really, they swear, so if they could just not make a big deal out of this—

Alex’s brain finally comes back online, and they jump Morgan’s bones immediately.

.

For angst, Alex cracks that thing open, and Morgan falls desperately, dramatically, visibly head over heels for them. And Morgan, of course, knows exactly what that curse bottle does, and so they know exactly why they’re suddenly feeling this way about their best friend. 

So they try to be cool about it. Try to keep a lid on it, keep it under control. “Sorry,” they grimace every time they catch themselves saying anything too sweet, too adoring. “Sorry,” they wince when they realize they’ve been filling the fridge with all of Alex’s favorite foods. “Sorry,” they cringe halfway through leaning in for a kiss.

Morgan is in love with Alex, and they’re doing everything they can to shove it down like it’s some embarrassing disease they don’t want to admit to having. Morgan is in love with Alex, and it isn’t real.

Alex is in hell.

[clemencetaught]

Painfully Honest muse bingo card meme ( verse one. )

if you are, you must like repressed turtles who take 283490238 years to come out of their shells <;/3

[hermeticbridgetroll]

I can tell the foot ball has started because my neighbor is already screaming his head off.

[kamipyre]

@rippleofwords sent in: talk about hyuk || the paper machine's gossip session ( ft. talk about meme )

send “talk about-” and a name for my muse to talk about that person!

embers verse:

“…He reminds me of my old colleagues.” Not that he’s actually heard her talk about them, save for, maybe Edgeworth. It’s okay- he doesn’t really talk much about his colleagues back in Seoul anyways. Maybe she wants to keep it that way since well, even if the corruption is weeded out of the LAPD, they’ll never be able to go back to the way things were before. Detective Lee ( @jeoseungsaja ) might be able to do in Seoul, but not hers. Deft fingers press along the fold. “They have a better sense of humor than he does, but he has a similar drive.” The exacting drive demanding nothing more and nothing less than the truth. The recklessness and sheer force to get the desired results. The hardheadedness. She sees them all in Detective Lee, the ghost of friends long gone, never to return…or maybe their spirit, the true nature of the LAPD,  is simply being passed down from one generation to the next. Either way, she makes another fold. This one is going to be a pigeon. “Is he done with questioning Mister Trevor?” That’s the parrot the court is bringing in as a witness for next week’s trial. “He said he had more PAPER for me!”

black knight verse:

 “I deserve a pay raise.” Not that her current salary is terrible- actually, it might be more affordable, living in Seoul rather than in LA. At the very least, she doesn’t need to give up half of her paycheck to cover rent…although then again, it can’t be traditional, living in her current boss’s apartment. One may say it’s even unprofessional…and she might agree if not for the fact that he’s hardly ever in there to begin with. The couch in the office is his actual bed these days. “No one told me I was going to have two jobs while I was here- he needs to find something to do outside of his job. At the rate he’s going, I’ll surprised if he makes it to the end of the year-“ Not that, mind you, she’s going to let him deteriorate to that point. Jae Hwan won’t let that happen either, but it doesn’t change that Lee is barreling in that direction and there’s so much either of them can do to slow his descent. And the quickest way to do that is get to the bottom of the case- if only pleasing him was as simple as pleasing the Pigeon Man…all that guy needs is a bag of seeds and the pigeons. Nevertheless, her eyes soften as she sets her folded report on the desk. “…It’s not like the truth is going to change anything.” But he’s going to go for it anyways, won’t he? Find out the full story or die trying. She doesn’t know the whole story behind this all-consuming desire, no one does and Lee isn’t planning on changing that but…

“I want answers.” Not only to figure out the irritating conundrum of the case, but also set Lee’s ghosts to rest. It’s hard to live one’s own life, when the ghosts of those beloved have not been properly buried.

She would know that BETTER than anyone else.  

[1425fivefive]

ANNNND then one more but like...i'll be thinking of 23423432 more i'll just feel bad sending you like six prompts...

Charlando + forced orgasm

inspired by wren's amazing prompt fill, rereading captive prince, and me spending way too much time thinking about rancid charlando, i wrote this. additional kinks include chastity, breathplay, and ruined orgasm. major trigger warnings for the, like, extremely dubious consent veering into noncon associated with forced orgasms, sex slavery, and the general background violence of my made-up faux-medieval setting (for the kink prompt asks) 💕

‘You are very pretty for a slave,” Charles observes, cupping Lando’s chin in his hand, turning Lando’s face this way and that.

Charles glances over Lando’s shoulder at the servant who escorted Lando to Charles’s chambers from the slave quarters. “Where did they find him?”

“A brothel in the city, Your Highness. He was servicing one of your advisors, who thought you might take a special interest in him.”

Charles hums, eyes flicking back to Lando, studying Lando closely.

Lando tries to keep his face impassive, the blank expression he’s seen on the other pleasure slaves.

“You remind me of someone,” Charles murmurs, brown furrowing.

Lando works hard not to react, not to give away that he likely reminds Charles of his thirteen-years-younger self. The tiny boy who had spent the summer at the palace, getting lost in the palace gardens, eating meals in the palace hall, practicing archery with Charles’s weaponsmaster. 

Still, Lando had been confident Charles would not recognize him. Charles had already been next in line for the throne when Lando had visited the palace. He’d been too distracted by lessons and weapons training and chasing every pretty serving girl and stable boy to pay any attention to Lando. They hadn’t exchanged a single word that entire summer, Lando contenting himself to staring wistfully at Charles from afar. Charles had been beautiful, even then.

Lando knows that if Charles recognizes him, the game is over. That he’ll be thrown in the dungeons and likely executed as a traitor, punished for his uncle’s uprising.

But Lando forces himself to remain calm, staring passively at the floor, at Charles’s perfectly-shined boots. He reminds himself that he hasn’t set foot in the palace in over a decade, that no nobles have visited his uncle in even longer, his uncle’s vocal displeasure with the king, Charles’s father, enough to scare them away lest they be branded as traitors. And Lando is no one. A third son with no lands and no prospects.

It’s why he agreed to his uncle’s plan, why he let his uncle’s allies in the palace arrange for Lando to become a pleasure slave, to hopefully worm his way into Charles’s bed. Get close to the prince, learn his secrets. His uncle had promised him his own lands if he succeeded. It had seemed a better choice than joining a monastery.

Now, with the heavy weight of the cuffs around his wrist, the collar around his neck, and the tight cage around his cock, Lando wonders if perhaps he would have been better off in the monastery.

But he’s here now, cuffed and caged and trapped, and Charles is running his palm down Lando’s chest, watching Lando carefully. Lando lets out a small, surprised squeak when Charles pinches one of his nipples tightly between his fingers. 

“Ah,” Charles says, lips quirking. “Sensitive.”

Lando’s cheeks heat. He wonders if it’s normal for pleasure slaves to blush simply from having their nipples toyed with.

But Charles seems to enjoy it, brushing his thumb lazily over Lando’s nipple, smirking when Lando lets out a small whimper.

“Yes,” the servant says. “It’s why your advisor thought you might—enjoy him.”

It’s humiliating, being spoken about like a plaything, a toy to keep Charles entertained. Lando tries not to acknowledge the way his cock swells in its cage at the thought, pushing painfully at the bars.

Charles seems to notice, his eyes dragging down to Lando’s crotch, eyes sparking at the sight of Lando’s trapped cock desperately trying to harden.

“Leave us,” Charles orders, still staring at Lando’s cock.

Lando’s stomach flips at the sound of the door slamming behind the servant, at the realization that he’s completely alone with Charles. Charles’s to do with as he wishes. It’s exactly what Lando wanted but a wave of adrenaline rushes through him all the same, a fight or flight response kicking in now that he’s well and truly trapped. He feels a drop of pre-come drip from the tip of his cock onto the floor.

“Kneel,” Charles orders. He says it almost casually, as if he knows there’s no world in which Lando would disobey.

Lando sinks to his knees, ashamed by how easily he goes. He knows it’s what’s expected of him but it doesn’t stop the hot flush of shame that curdles in his belly.

“Good,” Charles murmurs, carding a hand through Lando’s hair. “Now take out my cock.”

Lando hates himself for the way his dick throbs at Charles’s words. He brings his hands to the lacings of Charles’s trousers, undoing the fastenings and tugging them down Charles’s thighs.

Charles’s cock is already half-hard, firming up in front of Lando’s eyes. Lando has to bite back a moan at the sight, an awful reminder of his own cock aching desperately in its cage, trapped and needy.

“Good boy,” Charles says, fingers tightening in Lando’s curls. “Suck me. I want to see if you are any good with your mouth.”

Lando takes a shaky breath, tongue darting out to wet his lips. 

He knows he needs to make this good, that if he doesn’t impress Charles he’ll be summarily dismissed to the slave quarters. He wonders if his uncle would rescue him or if he’d let Lando rot in the palace, let Lando be used and fucked by visiting nobles until Lando ages out and is sent to the kitchens or sold off to a brothel. Lando’s heart pounds as he realizes his uncle would almost certainly leave him here.

As Lando leans forward, licking tentatively over the head of Charles’s cock, he begins to process the predicament he’s found himself in.

An involuntary, distressed noise spills out of him, and he tries to disguise it by wrapping his lips around Charles’s cock. He sinks down slowly, blinking up at Charles as he takes Charles deep, trying to look every bit the obedient slave.

Charles’s lips part as he hits the back of Lando’s throat, Lando trying to breathe through his nose, tears welling in his eyes when Charles pushes his cock a few centimeters deeper, cutting off Lando's airflow.

Lando sputters, gasps, hands scrabbling at his thighs, but he lets Charles hold him there, even as panic starts to set in, even as he begins to worry Charles might keep him there until he passes out. He forces himself to stare up at Charles, a tear sliding down his cheek.

Just as Lando starts to believe Charles will never let him go, Charles’s grip on Lando’s hair loosens and he slides his cock back, just enough to let Lando take a gasping breath through his nose.

“You are quite good at that,” Charles says idly, voice casual as if he wasn’t trying to choke Lando moments ago. He starts to fuck Lando’s mouth lazily, regarding Lando cooly as if they’re having a casual conversation.

Lando’s cock tries desperately to stiffen between his legs. He flushes, humiliated by his arousal, even as tears slip down his cheeks, even as his heart races, panicked and stuttering. There’s something about Charles’s dismissive tone, his total confidence that his every wish will be obeyed, that has Lando’s cock leaking over the bars of its cage.

As Charles fucks Lando’s mouth, Lando feels pressure against his caged cock, something firm and hard. Lando tries to ignore it, tries to focus on licking and sucking and drooling around Charles’s cock. But the pressure increases, the bars of the cage digging painfully into his swollen cock.

Lando whimpers around Charles’s cock, hips jerking, seeking out the pressure even as it hurts, even as it aches. His eyes flick down to the floor and he moans when he realizes Charles is pressing the sole of his boot down on his caged cock, digging into the tender skin. He lets out a distraught sob, starting to rut against Charles’s boot.

“That’s it,” Charles murmurs, still fucking Lando’s mouth. “Make yourself feel good.”

Lando makes an anguished noise. He wants to pull off Charles’s cock and point out that none of it feels good, that he can’t feel anything with his cock locked away. But it does feel good, in a horrible, unsatisfying way. Almost like the knowledge that he won’t come makes him even more desperate for it, and he drags his tender cock against the sole of Charles’s boot, staring up at Charles with a distraught expression, moaning around Charles’s cock.

Charles keeps Lando there for what feels like an eternity, long enough that Lando forgets everything except the ache in his jaw as Charles fucks his mouth, the slight lightheadedness from breathing through his nose for so long, the skin of his cock sore and raw from rubbing against the hard sole of Charles’s boot. He forgets why he’s here, forgets every moment of his life other than this moment, wonders if he might never exist again anywhere else.

He’s dazed when Charles finally pulls out of his mouth, finally lifts the toe of his boot off Lando’s cock. His face is wet with tears and spit, cock dripping helplessly in its cage.

“Yes,” Charles says, his voice slightly strained. “I think it is safe to say you are good with your mouth.”

Lando moans, a flush of pride running through him at Charles’s words. But it’s followed quickly by a lash of shame, of being so desperate for praise and attention that he feels warm at the barest hint of it from a man who owns him, who Lando would knife in the gut if he could.

But Lando reminds himself that he’s playing a role. That he can let himself whimper and moan and enjoy Charles’s words, that it will make it easier to convince Charles that Lando’s nothing more than a pleasure slave, desperate and eager to please. If Lando, the real Lando, feels anything from the way Charles treats him, no one needs to know. Lando will happily take it to his grave.

He tries desperately not to think of what his uncle would say if he saw him like this, caged cock pressed under Charles’s boot, lips swollen and used, neck and wrists rubbed raw from the cuffs.

“Up,” Charles says.

Lando’s legs tremble as he climbs to his feet, a newborn foal taking its first steps. Charles catches him when he stumbles, murmuring, “Careful.”

Charles helps Lando to the bed, helps him sprawl back against the pillows. Charles tugs the rest of his clothes off and Lando can’t help but notice how gorgeous he is. He looks every bit the prince, shining and strong and golden. For a moment, Lando sees a flash of the boy he loved as a child.

But Charles climbs onto the bed and pushes a thumb against Lando’s rim, slipping in slightly. “I will have to see how well you take a cock here, of course,” Charles says casually.

Lando whimpers even though he already opened himself up in the slave quarters. He knows the slide will be easy. But he can’t help but imagine how desperate he’ll feel when Charles fucks him, how badly his cock will ache as Charles pushes inside.

Lando starts to roll onto his belly but Charles stops him, pushing his shoulders back against the mattress, keeping him on his back.

“Like this,” Charles murmurs. He brings a hand to Lando’s swollen cock, finger teasing over the dripping head. “I like seeing you desperate.”

Lando lets out an awful, low sob, but his thighs fall open, making space for Charles between them.

“Good,” Charles murmurs, resting his hands on Lando’s thighs, pushing and opening him up further. “You have had no training as a pleasure slave, yes? Only common brothels?”

“Yes,” Lando says. It’s the first word he’s spoken and he winces at the rawness in his voice, throat used and sore from Charles fucking it for so long.

But Charles looks pleased hearing it, and he reaches for a vial on the bedside table, pouring oil onto his hand and slicking up his cock.

“You have good instincts,” Charles says, casually as he pushes in, Lando gasping at the sudden intrusion. “Those can be very hard to teach,” Charles continues, hauling one of Lando’s legs over his shoulder, sliding in deeper. 

It rips a raw, needy moan from Lando and Charles groans at the sound, bringing a hand up to toy with Lando’s nipples.

“I think you like being good,” Charles muses, fucking Lando in earnest, the only hint that he’s affected at all the slight strain in his voice. “Like knowing you are useful for something.”

Lando whimpers but he doesn’t say anything, just watches Charles fuck him steadily, watches his trapped cock leak needily, his balls full and heavy.

Charles brings a hand down to play with Lando’s balls, tracing the tender skin, cupping the swollen flesh, eyes fixed on Lando’s face.

Lando’s never paid much attention to his balls, mostly ignored them whenever he touched himself. But they’re so sensitive it hurts, full of come, aching to be emptied. It’s been weeks since Lando came for the last time, weeks since he was locked in his cage. When Charles cups his hand around them and squeezes, Lando lets out a high scream, eyes squeezing shut, head thrashing to the side.

“Fuck,” Charles pants and when Lando forces his eyes open he finds naked desire on Charles’s face, his mask of cool composure finally slipping. When Charles sees Lando looking he tries to make his face blank. But Lando can see the lingering hunger in Charles’s eyes, the want. It makes Lando clench tightly around Charles’s cock, makes Charles groan and turn his head to the side to nip at Lando’s calf that’s slung over his shoulder.

“You know that it is possible to come in the cage,” Charles says, voice ragged as he keeps tugging and squeezing at Lando’s balls. “It hurts, but you should not be so full all the time.”

Lando whimpers. His cock and balls are already so sore, so tender, needy and aching, that he can’t imagine how much it will hurt if he comes. Can’t imagine how awful it will feel coming while his cock is unable to stiffen, drooling uselessly over the bars of his cage.

“I don’t—I’m fine like this,” Lando whispers, hand jerking down to cover his cock and balls, hide them away from Charles’s roaming hands.

But Charles bats Lando’s hand away and says, “Hands by your head. You will never touch yourself here.” Charles grabs Lando’s cock to make his meaning clear, pushing a desperate whimper out of Lando, Lando’s cock swelling painfully under Charles’s hand. “This is mine, yes?”

Lando sobs, cock blurting pre-come against Charles’s hand, but Lando drops his hands by his head and forces himself to nod.

“Good boy,” Charles murmurs.

With that, he drops his hold on Lando’s cock and starts fucking Lando slow, deep, aiming for Lando’s prostate with each thrust. Lando’s prostate feels horribly oversensitive, everything about him tender and painful from being denied for so long, his rim fluttering around Charles, trying to pull him in, push him out.

Lando cries on Charles’s cock, tears slipping down his face as he realizes how completely Charles owns him. His cock, his hole, his body. He cries even harder when he realizes how desperately his cock is trying to stiffen, how much he’s leaking as Charles fucks him, how needy he feels for Charles’s cock, his mouth, his hands.

His body draws tight as Charles keeps fucking him, back arching off the mattress, hands squeezing into fists, head tipping back against the pillows, letting out pained gasps as his cock pushes helplessly at the cage, more and more painful as Charles drags him closer to his orgasm.

“Don’t,” Lando gasps, fingers digging into the pillow, toes curling as Charles’s cock pushes him to an orgasm he doesn’t want, to an orgasm he knows will hurt and ache and pinch, pointless and ruined.

Charles ignores him, brings a thumb to rub over the swollen tip of Lando’s cock, the slide slick and easy with how much Lando’s leaking. Lando sobs at the feeling, head thrashing against the pillow. It feels like Charles is touching an exposed nerve, like Charles has dug into the core of him and pressed a live wire to the center of his chest.

“Stop,” Lando sobs, even as he presses up against Charles’s hand, spilling more against Charles’s fingers. “I can’t—I don’t want to come, please.”

Lando can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, can’t believe he’s begging Charles not to make him come.

But Charles ignores him, pressing his thumb firmly against Lando’s dick, and murmurs, “You need it.”

“Don’t,” Lando moans, eyes flying open, shaking his head rapidly. “Don’t make me come, Charles, hurts, please. I don’t want—”

A slap rings through the room, loud and sharp and smacking.

Lando doesn’t realize what’s happened for a moment, can’t process anything except the white hot, excruciating shock of pain burning through the core of him, his entire body aching like a bruise, everything in him drawing tight, hunching in.

And then his cock is spilling over the bars of its cage, pulsing wave after wave of come, Lando’s entire body shaking, shaking, shaking, painful and awful and aching, his cock throbbing with each pulse of come.

Lando realizes, then, that Charles slapped his balls. That Charles slapped his balls hard, hard enough to echo around the room and Lando came from it, is still coming from it, clenching helplessly around Charles’s cock, sobbing as he watches himself come.

“No,” Lando gasps, horrified and ashamed and desperately, desperately aroused, more aroused than he’s ever been in his life, all while he spills endlessly, the pain steadily building as his orgasm drags on, wrenched out of him by Charles’s hands and cock.

Lando's hands twitch towards his cock as if he can do something to stop it, as if he can force himself to stop coming, put an end to the awful, unsatisfying release. But Charles catches his wrists and presses them back against the mattress, pinning Lando to the bed, making him feel it.

Charles starts to fuck him again before Lando’s finished coming, moaning at the sight of Lando’s cock spilling more come with each push of Charles’s hips, Lando shivering and sobbing underneath him, trying to escape the sensations coursing through him.

“God,” Charles says breathlessly. “You really needed it.”

Lando nods, shakes his head, can’t figure out what he’s feeling, what he needs, feels like he can’t string a single thought together.

But as Charles starts to fuck him in earnest, chasing his own orgasm, Lando tries desperately to remember why he’s here. Tries to picture himself slitting Charles’s throat and how much he’ll enjoy it, hating the part of him that can’t help but think he won’t enjoy it nearly as much as this.

[retrotrait]

Ep 11

[Knock Knock]

Lizzie: I got it!

Lizzie: Hiiiii!

Lin: [squealing] Hi friend!

Lin: I'm so glad you said yes, I'm so excited!

Lizzie: I'm so glad you're here, I seriously have no idea what to wear!

Lin: That's what I'm here for! Annnnd for the mac & cheese

Katie: This must be Lin?

Lizzie: Lin, this is my mom Katherine

Lin: Hi Mrs. Ryan, you have a beautiful home!

Katie: Bring it in, we're huggers in this family

Katie: Oh, I can't wait to hear all about how you two met!

Lizzie: Errm actually mom, can it wait? I really wanna show Lin my room first

Katie: Oh ok, well the mac is almost ready!

Lin: We'll be right down Mrs. Ryan!

Lin: What is this for, some kind of grandma con? You CANNOT wear that

Lizzie: Oh? well, I don't really have things...like yours, I don't really go to parties

Lin: Liz, are you saying you've never been to a high school party?

Lizzie: Eh...I-yeah, I guess I never have

Lin: [excitedly jumping] ekk! oh my god Liz, this is probably the second most important outfit of your whole high school life!

Lizzie: Second?

Lin: yeah, after prom ofcourse

Lizzie: [nervous laughter] prom...right

Lin: Let's do your hair first!

Katie: Girlllls, come eat

Lin: wow, I think I have outdone myself

Lizzie: Are you sure I look, okay?

Lin: You look stunning Liz

Lizzie: Hey mom....do you mind if I go to this party with Lin? I promise to be home by 11 and I'll call you when I get there and send you my location

Katie: A party whe-OH HONEY, you look lovely!

Lizzie: Oh, thanks mom, thanks to Lin

Katie: [sniffles] You look like a highschooler

Lizzie: I am a highschooler mom...so can I go?

Katie: hmmm, I guess that should be okay, but I need you home before 11 and NO DRINKING

Lizzie/Lin: [LOUDER SQUEALING]

Creator note: Next episode is the party!

[falling-star-cygnus]

Shaking the fandom by the shoulders WHERE ARE THE CAESAR AND BILLY SIBLING FICS!? THEY ARE STATED TO BE SIBLINGS! BILLY GAVE CAESAR ONE OF HIS ARMS! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH POTENTIAL THERE IS WITH THESE TWO?!

((Sorry for the excitement. I was really looking forward for some caesar and Billy wholesomeness from the fandom, after chapter 4. And I found...well, that one angst fic of Billy losing his memories from you and that was before she released! Seriously, we need more big sibling lil sibling dynamic with Caesar and Billy!

LOUDERRRRR -> the billy kid & caesar king tag doesn't even exist on ao3 yet 😭

which is CRAZY, bc- they're so sweet?? like Caesar clearly cares so much about him [i have one more Caesar post that's only on here, and in my Hare Headcanons Incorrect Quotes fic, in case you didn't see it :D]

sooo anydoodle, here's Caesar and Lighter's reaction to Dismemberment! enjoyyy~ i hope

"BILLY KID."

....oooh, boy.

It had been a while since the android had heard that tone. A nice while. A good while.

He should run.

"GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE. RIGHT NOW."

He should definitely run.

As quietly, and as quickly, as Billy could possibly manage- he crept off the couch and towards the door. Caesar had swung by on one of her rare trips to Sixth Street, Lighter in tow, to say hi. And to catch up, of course, as the two had been immediately roped into conversation by the girls. With pictures.

He was going to find Burnice's stash and burn it one of these days...

The android crept another step.

Then another.

Annnnd one more.

Freedom was within his grasp..

"Going somewhere, brother?"

A familiar hand, equipped with a gaudy gauntlet he'd say, latches onto the back of his collar to haul him up to his feet like the android was a particularly feisty alley cat.

"Damnit, Lighter, when did you get so strong!?" Billy yelps, despaired that his exit has been cut off, "What did I do?"

"What didn't you do, Billy?" Caesar cuts in, arms crossed in that scolding Big Sister way that still terrifies him.

"Uh, huh-!? I don't know- Did I forget to take the trash out? Or send a letter? What did I do!?"

Nicole peeks out of the kitchen, vaguely apologetic as she watches the scene play out. 'Sorry' she mouths at him. And then flees.

Like a traitor.

Billy doesn't even notice that Caesar and Lighter are examining his limbs until his Big Sis is snapping in front of his face. With..

Ohhhh.

"You didn't think it was important to tell us you had been stripped for parts?" The leading lady of the Sons barks, pinching some of the hair behind his audio processors to tug.

"Obviously it didn't stick."

"Don't sass your big sister," Lighter tugs him into a loose chokehold to knuckle into his hair, "We had to find out from your boss!"

A traitor!

"I didn't want to worry you! I got better-"

Billy is suddenly struck with the images of Piper and Lucy, what they'd look like if they found out what happened to him. How it would effect Piper's sleep, which was so easily influenced by the sounds around her. Or Lucy's already low trust in strangers.

The android is wrenching himself out of Lighter's hold before he even realizes, clutching onto his arm and to Caesar's elbow.

"You can't tell the others," he pleads, careful to keep his grip loose enough not to break the fragile human bones, "Lucy- Piper, please Big Sis- don't tell them."

"Starlight..."

Caesar carefully removes herself from the marksmen's hold to cup his face plate and knock her forehead into his. Which can't feel good, considering the pointed appendages on his forehead.

But, of course, the leading lady doesn't even flinch.

"When I lost my arm, you gave me one of your spares without even thinking about it. It pisses me off that someone took that choice from you."

Her grip shifts from Billy's face to his neck, and she guides the android into a... sort of awkward hug. Billy was just this side of too tall to comfortably burrow into her neck standing up.

"You're allowed to be upset about it too, little bro."

"When are you gonna get it through your thick skull that we care about you," Lighter tacks on, shifting his grip to the android's shoulder, "You weren't just a weapon, or my predecessor. You're our brother, Kid."

He continues before Billy can even stumble out a response.

"So- please.."

"...tell us these things," Caesar finishes, "We'll understand."

bonus: Caesar, pulling back: Now. Billy: ...? Caesar: Is that motherfucker still alive? *the android sputters, but can't exactly flee or deflect in his current position* Anby, behind Caesar: o-o7 Lighter: ....ȏvō7

[autisticrosewilson]

Tim dkrake was abused and overlooked by everyone in the hero community and dickwad Grayson was cruel to take away the only thing Tim had in his life.

Damian wasn't even chosen by bruce to be robin and has no skill over than being a greedy bitch to Tim for no reason and it's fact that dick tried to send Tim to Arkham because he thought the Tim was reverting to joker junior which isn't fair because tin was just looking for approval after being abused by his parents.

Nest time educate your self before coming for the only good robin

ANNNND CUT! That was my rendition of the average Tim Stan thank you all for coming out I'll see you all next week

[helloiamadrawer]

NEUTROPHIL SQUAD BF ANALYSIS

𝘜-1146

the kind hearted/cool headed bf, sure he may look emo but that's not the point. Always gives his honest opinion on everything, great to lend an ear if you to want to talk about your day or vent. Stumbles upon his words when he's around you for some reason (he thinks he's sick but he knows what he's feeling). would literally die/kill for you (well I think everyone in the WBC squad would ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

Love language: quality time because spending time with you seems to be the good part of his day it's really sweet, but from time to time when he's really slammed with work, he'll send one of his comrades to tell you that he's okay and still alive protecting the body and stuff.

Do they like PDA?/Fav. type: Not much of a fan but if you initiate it, he'll give you the okay. His fav type of pda would be hand-holding for sure

𝘜-4989

The fun, chaotic, creative bean of the group. First thing you thought of when you met him was If he's a neutrophil then why is he so damn cute? 🥺

Gives you his trinkets/self invented weapons as gifts (You invested in a weapon rack in your dorm for one or two of them but for the rest you had to put them in a chest/box). Makes you wonder how the heck he does it but yk 4-9 is mostly bending the rules 98% of the time when it comes to using unknown items as weapons 😂

He tells the most hilarious stories of how he gets stuck in the migration routes that he wouldn't dare tell his squad about.

The tension between your hand and his fluffy white hair is strong and he's aware of it. It's like this: you two are sitting together, your hand was soooo close to petting a side bang and then the second he turns his head to you, you dart your hand back and look the other way. So what does the clever 4989 do? He takes off his hat and threads his fingers through his hair before actually taking your hand and placing it on the top of his head. "You know, all you had to was ask, silly."he implied with a grin. annnnd now you're burning from embarrassment.

Whenever you see him smile or laugh it's like the sun to you, warm and full of energy.

Love language:physical affection (pda is def on the table for him)

𝘜-2626

The mysterious, alluring but caring bf, a bit of a playful stalker kind of vibe, but really is a soft boi compared to his bloodthirsty side when eliminating germs. So expect to be scared half to death for fun, he'd be the type to sneak up on you and say "boo." and you halfway jump out of your skin then after he'd be all "sorry, love you" and give you a quick kiss on the cheek then disappears until you run into him again to return the favor.

At times, you forget how you turned out to like him, no it's not the bangs that cover his face like a hentai protagonist, it's his acts of service and his calming voice that seems to soothe you when you're in the darkest depths of sadness to then distracting you from what you're doing because you think of him that much and you want to slap yourself silly. Ugh is he actually that attractive? the answer to that is yes.

Teasing is in his nature as a boyfriend, this neutrophil will text you good morning and then sending you videos and pictures of him covered in blood his last killing, and the caption would be 'spamming me covered in this stuff cuz u like it'. now wait just a goddamn minute..how did he know you liked that?? The pet names are two times more bold, you just want to go over wherever he is and hit him (playfully)

Love language: words of affirmation/quality time

𝘜-2048

Ugh. the flirty, bold but respectful of your space (not) bf. Such a cocky bastard. Thinks he's hot shit 🙄 (spoiler alert: he is. )He looks so stupid with those stupid side bangs and it makes him so stupidly...handsome, dammit!

Casanova head ass not making you blush commenting on how beautiful you look today when you literally wear the same outfit everyday (that will change shortly) and god the flirting, just shut him up with a kiss and that'll do (sometimes..)

Spoils you as in buys you your fav flavor of glucose/new clothes/stuff that could help you in situations if he wasn't there to save you: like a simple black garter belt and a small dagger as a date gift.

He has a bit low self esteem issues because of his past (being a chonky myelocyte back then) soon maybe comment on him how good he looks covered in blood and maybe he would look more cuter if he cleaned up lol either way he's great to you in every way :)

Love language:gift giving/physical affection I can see him trying to push your limit of how much pda you can take before it gets pretty noticeable asshole

𝘜-2001

thoughtful, mature but intriguing bf vibes, his eyes say a thousand words as your smile lit a thousand worlds within himself.

you two kind of started out a little awkward but then once you all started to know each other, it was starting to click. hes the type of bf to give you flowers on the first date kill me I can see him doing that ahhhhh

Like 1146, hand holding is fine, everything else is for in your dorm room okay maybe one hug here and there but that's the limit.

Has a secret sweet tooth but a sucker for coffee instead of tea, remembers your order exactly ☺️

Knows where you are if you "borrow" his jacket for fun and he'd be all chill with it but really he kind of needs it, sometimes you can turn it into a game with him to make it more fun before he heads off to work.

Love language:quality time/words of affirmation with a sprinkle of physical affection.

a/n: I am finally back!! and with a new hyperfixation too, may do a B cell x Memory cell thingy in the future so hope you enjoyed this first Cells At Work piece love y'all!! 💗💗

[theshadowrealmitself]

I had a person bring up mlb on my post about how I enjoyed that fic I read where soulmates can read each other’s minds, so here are my thoughts on this (most of which I already shared with @lenacraft ):

• Marinette transforming for the first time and hearing Tikki’s voice in her head and freaking out for a second thinking that this tiny alien is her soulmate

• So many people accidentally mistaking Hawkmoth for their soulmates for a split second (wonder how that impacts getting akumatized, if your guard gets dropped more because you think it’s your soulmate speaking to you)

• Can your soulmate hear you getting akumatized? Can they do anything about it?

• Marinette wondering if it’s Luka or Adrien that’s her soulmate, anxiously waiting for whenever the mind reading kicks in (maybe at a specific age or when you’ve interacted with them enough times), and finally, after all this anticipation, thoughts that aren’t her own (or Tikki’s) filter in, annnnd it’s a bad cat pun. It’s Noir. Fuck.

• ^ prev was a funny thought, but I actually prefer Marinette/Kagami, so: Marinette waiting and finally hearing her soulmate and it’s Kagami, and she panics and introduces herself as Ladybug, and Kagami’s a bit disappointed that it’s not Marinette

• Lila lying and saying she has Ladybug as her soulmate, and that’s what ticks off Alya as being suspicious, since she’s a huge LadyNoir shipper

• Alya being Marinette/Ladybug’s soulmate (greatest realization, she can finally interview her whenever she wants) having Lila tell her that lie to her face

• God imagine if it was Lila. Marinette realizing that and then deciding to forcibly become her conscience. Sending her disapproving vibes every time she can tell Lila lied about something

• I don’t have any specific Lukanette thoughts but I can tell it’d be cute for them

Y’all can add more if you want, I’m not up to date on the show at all 😭