#dom!Belle

[thechaoticdruid]

Short and spicy Astarion x M!Tav headcanons MDNI

Astarion prefers to ride Tav when he bottoms.

He pins Tav down and slams his ass down on his hips with enough force to almost break his pelvis.

All the while Astarion tells Tav how good he feels inside him.

If Tav tries to pin him down he gets punished.

"Tut tut, naughty boy that's not allowed~."

Tav's punishment is being pinned facedown with his ass being pounded roughly.

Then once everything is finished Astarion snuggles up in Tav's lap like a little princess who didn't just fuck him silly.

[vampcubus]

hii ashi ive got a fun little thought for u

imgagine kyojuro, despite how strong he is, can never ride you for more than a few minutes. kyo always tries his best, but his legs always get so shakey and sore everytime by how overwhelming it is, that you have to help him fuck himself on your strap :((

bell u are a godsend i haven't been able to get this idea out of my mind since u sent it and now that i have coherent thoughts...

:ఌ¨ ♱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : nsfw, sub!kyojuro, dom!reader, pegging, master kink, overstimulation, long orgasm, not proofread.

Kyojuro's trained to have incredible stamina, but it's like it all goes away and his legs turn to jelly when he's bottoming. He tries so hard to keep going, to keep bouncing on your cock but his legs are shaking and he lets out a frustrated whine. He slows down, looking about ready to cry when his orgasm slips out of his grasp.

"Aw, do you need help, baby?" you purr, watching him struggle with half-lidded eyes, amusement glinting in them. He was so cute it wasn't fair really, his steadily bouncing cock especially, which flops neglected against his belly with each pitiful thrust.

"Please help me. I'm sorry I can't do it myself any longer," he sobs, and you only croon, sitting up so you can adjust him, slipping your hands underneath his ass so you can spread him open and start to bounce him up and down on you. You thrust up into him and the head catches on a spot that makes him squeal, clinging onto you and slurring grateful open-mouthed kisses across your neck and shoulder. "Thank you! ohh thank you, master!"

"S'ok, master's got you. You don't gotta lift a finger. Let me do all the work. It's okay," you pant, a satisfying ache settling in your abdominals as you fuck up into him and press his hips down at the same time. He's all but howling with pleasure, lips sucking marks into the tender flesh of your throat. "There's a good boy."

He moans aloud at your praise, golden eyes rolling back as he loses himself to the pleasant scrape of the toy against his sensitive inner walls. You're practically abusing his prostate, fucking the sense right out of his muscled yet soft body. God he's so handsome, and burly, yet he falls apart and arches for you so prettily.

"Feels so good, m-master. Fffuck! Fuck, I feel so good!" Kyojuro wails, hand shooting to his cock to stroke it. You let him, eager to watch him unravel for you. "I-I'm gonna c-cum soon! Please, please may I cum?"

"Mhm, let it all out baby. Look at me while you cum all over my cock, yeah?" He tears himself away from your neck, teary honey and rose-colored eyes swimming with overwhelmed tears.

You fuck up into him harder at the sight, growling in delight and his hand speeds up on his cock. His dewy lashes flutter, fighting the urge to close. He wants to obey you, to be good for you. The knot in his belly finally snaps and he shouts in alarm as cum spills out of him, painting your stomach with seed as he thrashes and wails.

You bounce his body up and down on you through his orgasm, and he sobs, overstimulated. He stares at you with a desperate look, trembling as he continues to convulse and spurt for longer than he usually would.

"Oh gods! Oh gods! Unhh I-I can't stop cumming. O-oh fuck!" Kyojuro cries helplessly, though his hand keeps milking his own cock, the slippery, frantic movement making an obscene squelching sound.

"Shhh, just let it all out, sweetheart," you comforted, nudging his hand away from his sticky cock to replace it with your own. He flinches when you stroke him with a tight fist, wringing more cum out of him.

"A-ah okay, master. mhhh ahh!" he finally stops erupting, slumping against you with his head on your shoulder, exhausted and twitching like mad. You affectionately thumb at his tip a while longer as he softens in your grasp, before heeding his whimpers of 'no more.' and 'too sensitive.'

[charcoalgrayswriting]

Drop

Read on AO3 HERE!

Words: 2968

Summary: After a honeypot mission with a dom, she is suffering from subdrop. After noticing this, Adler helps her out. (OFC is not described, and can be interpreted as Bell)

“Fuck,” she grumbled as she stumbled against the ugly patterned wallpaper as she tripped over her own two feet. Sighing she forced her tired aching back to straighten, despite the dizziness and black spots it caused. 

Adler had called her to his room to discuss something. However, she had already been in bed and half asleep, so he would have to just deal with her lack of professional attire. She had simply thrown a hotel-provided robe over her pajamas, not even bothering with a bra. 

Shoulders rolling back, she knocked on the wooden hotel door. The motion caused some nausea, and the knocking made her head pound, but nonetheless she pushed through. 

It was yanked open, revealing Adler standing in the doorway with a lit cigarette perched between his teeth. He almost looked… soft, or maybe domestic with his work polo unbuttoned and untucked, hair mussed, and signature shades swapped out for a pair of normal glasses. It made a part of her want to submit and sink to her knees, before she shoved her urges down and forced the fantastical thought away.

 “Good, you’re here,” he muttered, and she tried not to let it show how his unintentional praise affected her. It was like pouring warm honey into the cold empty pit inside her stomach she’d had since the last op. She didn’t think she was very successful, judging by his subvocal hum and the aborted upward twitch of his lips. 

Ushering her into the room, he sat her down at the small table, standing just behind her. Before she could turn her head around and ask just what he thought was doing, two large warm hands landed on her tired shoulders, forcing her to keep still with a simple squeeze before they traveled under her nightshirt. A non-verbal order that she hastened to obey with a shudder. 

Adler always exuded a certain amount of dominance that was nearly overwhelming on a good day. Whether or not he intended it to be was unclear, but with her state the way it was after her last mission, well, it was nearly unbearable. It made her lean back into the warmth of his body, ever so slightly tilting her neck to expose it to him. Submitting to him in a way she never allowed herself to before. 

The pleased noise he made nearly made her cry with relief. When he began to work at the tense muscles in her shoulders a low whine broke from her lips before she could even attempt to stop it. She didn’t know it was possible to become more tense, but somehow, she did despite all his hard work. 

The urge to run warred with her instinct to be good, to stay put like he had commanded. It wasn’t a feeling she was used to, and it nearly paralyzed her. 

“Well isn’t that interesting.” Adler all but purred, and she could practically feel the smile on his face, even if she couldn’t see it. 

Nausea and shame curled in her gut as she tried to turn around and face him, swaying as she did so. “Adler I can expl-” 

Clamping his hands down on her shoulders, Adler stilled her. “Oh?” Leisurely, he continued to work at the knots in her shoulders, and the easing of her muscles made her slump forwards so that her nose almost touched the hotel table. 

“Mhm,” eyelids drooping, she tried to force herself up, fight the impending subspace, but failed. A small huff of laughter could be heard behind her, though she could barely muster up enough strength to feel indignant on her own behalf. 

“You’ve been doing so well,” The praise hit her like a punch to the gut, and she let out another whine, this one closer to a wheeze. 

“Oh you liked that, didn’t you?” He paused as he dug his calloused fingers into a particularly tough knot, letting out a small grunt, before continuing. “You know, I’ve been watching you.” 

Though her mind recoiled at the statement, she found that her body was unwilling to move. Maybe she could trick herself into thinking it was just her biology, urging her to let him put her under. 

But she knew the truth. No other dom she had met had the effect on her that he did. Though she did kneel for them, she’d never felt the urge, simply doing it to take care of her biological needs. 

Ever since the last op, she had been dropping, hard. She felt dizzy, nauseous, pained, empty, and cold all at once. And now, Adler was helping her through it, her prior positive experiences with him seemed to be enough for her subconscious to want to obey him. He had proven himself to be a capable dom. Good at taking care of his people, willing to provide, and dole out fair punishment. And it didn’t hurt that he wasn’t all that bad to look at, either. 

“At first I thought your file was wrong.” Fingers holding her head in place by the jaw, Adler’s thumbs pressed into the base of her skull, where her head met her spine, kneading it slowly. The migraine that had been plaguing her, magically, mercifully, reduced. Breath stuttering, she felt such relief she could cry. She held back, for that would only make the pain worse, though her eyes still watered. 

“I mean, you acted so much like the rest of us, so much like a dom that I just couldn’t see you as a sub.” Adler tilted her head back, pulling her up and into his chest, leaning her into him. His body was warm, the scent of cologne and cigarettes wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. Inch by traitorous inch, her body began to relax into him. 

A firm hand wrapped gently around her throat. She should be panicking, these hands were responsible for the deaths of hundreds, maybe thousands. Not only that, she knew that he would not hesitate to end her with them if he thought she was a threat. Instead, she just felt safe with his calluses scraping along the delicate skin of her neck. 

“But then I began to notice things. Little things that most people overlook” His thumb began to rub up and down her pulse, his other hand twirling his lit cigarette around in her peripheral vision. 

“You lean into anyone who touches you,” much like she was just now. Hastily, she tried to pull away from Adler, only to have him stop her, pressing back her against his chest with his firm but gentle grip on her neck, squeezing it lightly in warning. 

“Careful now,” and she took the reprimand for what it was, a pained whine sneaking through her lips before she could stop it as the gaping pit in her stomach deepened. 

“Your eyes light up beautifully at praise,” her cheeks heated at Adler’s murmured proclamation, trying to shrink in on herself before remembering his reprimand. He didn’t verbally acknowledge this, but he did huff another laugh. She didn’t want to, but she treasured the rare sound. 

He sighed, continuing on when she settled, his thumb rhythmically stroking across her carotid artery. “You de-escalate well, don’t immediately start a fight unless there’s no other option.”

“You show a high degree of emotional intelligence, not normally seen in doms.” She tilted her head up to stare at him through heavy lidded eyes, halfway to subspace with no more than light praise and a gentle touch. It should have made her feel pathetic, had her brain not already shut off all higher thinking. Once all this was over, she would feel embarrassed for how little it took for Adler to get her to relax. 

Adler continued on, the hand holding his cigarette coming to rest on her shoulder, the lit end pointed away from her face. “You know exactly how far to push, and how to push to get the intel you need.” 

She was barely listening to him anymore, letting his honeyed words wash over her mind, slowly and carefully lowering her into subspace.

For an undetermined amount of time there was silence, “And I think you dropped after this last op.” 

Well she was certainly listening now, a cold dread set into her stomach at the reminder of her last op. She jerked away from him, a panicked noise dying in her throat as Adler held her close to him. The hand around her neck tightened, cutting off her air for a few seconds before he released her. She took the reprimand for what it was, tilting her neck to him in deference as she shook. 

He sighed above her. “Truthfully, I never considered that your lack of aftercare would be a problem. Had I remembered, I wouldn’t have pulled you out so quick.” the hand on her shoulder rubbed up and down her arm, like he was trying to soothe a skittish horse.

For some reason, it was working, and the icy-cold wrongness of subdrop began to thaw. 

Under his breath, Adler muttered, “Hudson really reamed me out for that one.” and she was unable to hide her rasping laugh. So that had been what all the yelling was about yesterday. Everyone had heard it, but no one could say for certain what had made Hudson so furious he started screaming. Especially at Adler. 

“You’ve been so good.” It was like he injected serotonin right into her brain, she was so close to subspace, teetering on the edge of floating off the cliff into a peaceful abyss. 

Now beyond words, she settled for a small hum. 

“Let's get you more comfortable,” before she could completely register what he was saying, Adler was tugging her up and out of her seat, leading her over to the leather cuck chair that all hotels, regardless of where they were in the world, had. On the floor was one of the pillows from the bed, and without thinking, she knelt on it, looking back up at Adler for direction. 

He graced her with another one of his rare smiles before sitting down in front of her, and the euphoria of pleasing her dominant nearly knocked her over. 

“Good girl,” the praise went right to her head, and she whined again, swaying as her arms fluttered in front of her, unsure of what to do. 

But she didn’t need to worry, Adler understood, and he placed a hand in her hair, gently tugging her head into his lap. His actions unbalanced her, and she wrapped her arms around his legs as she fell into them. 

“Just like that.” The hand stayed in her hair, petting her, while he continued to smoke leaning back into his chair, watching her with heavily lidded eyes. 

It was too much and not enough, and she could tell that she was so close to subspace, and she didn’t want to disappoint Adler, but she just couldn’t– 

As her thoughts began to spiral, Adler tugged her hair. Not enough to hurt her, just enough to get her to look back up at him. 

“What do you need?” she shuddered, mind blanking as she scrambled for something to tell him. 

“I don’t know sir,” she whispered, voice cracking, frustrated tears welling up in her eyes. If he was surprised by the title, he didn’t show it. Instead he examined her closely. 

“Alright,” his hand slowly stroked through her hair again, and she leaned into the touch like a cat. 

“I need you to relax for me, can you do that?” and she nodded against his legs, realizing that she hadn’t truly relaxed yet. She may have submitted, but she was still waiting to be jerked back out of her hazy state. 

Her muscles take a few seconds to respond as she tries to relax them, slowly going boneless. It makes all the difference, and when Adler resumes petting her hair with some more praise, she’s gone. 

Lips parting, her head lolled to the side as she closed her eyes, listening to Adler’s words. But she did not truly hear them, just allowing herself to be tugged deeper and deeper into the ocean of subspace. The scent of whatever brand of cologne and cigarettes Adler used became a warm blanket around her as she just breathed. 

The pain that had been plaguing her slowly receded, and tears pricked at the corners of her closed eyes. 

For an undetermined length of time, they just sat like this, his hand in her hair, her head in his lap, their breath and hearts synced with each other. She could stay like this forever. 

Unfortunately, her body had other plans, and her legs began to cramp. Adler noticed her shifting her weight to try and get comfortable again. 

“Look at me,” and she could feel the command in his voice, impossible for her to disobey with all of her defenses down. 

Staring up at him with wide, wet eyes, she waited for his next command. 

Adler merely hummed, studying her like she was something precious, carefully running his fingers across her cheek. He handled her like she was important, and perhaps that was the best thing of all. 

“You look so beautiful down there,” his thumb brushed along her cheekbone, and again, she leaned into his touch, feeling the way her cheeks heated as she did so. 

“Ready to come up yet?” considering for a second, she shook her head, squinting as she shifted uncomfortably again. 

“Alright then, gonna move this somewhere more comfortable for you then.” 

Before she could even make a sound, Adler was repositioning her. Slowly, he raised her head from his lap, making sure she could sit up on her own. 

He tugged her up and led her to the bed, supporting most of her weight as she struggled to walk. 

She must have made some sort of panicked noise, because Adler stopped, tilting his head down at her. Whatever he saw on her face made him displeased, and he continued to tug her reluctant body towards the bed. Once she was seated on the left side, he took her face in both of his hands, thumbs brushing over her cheeks. The action caused tears to leak out of her eyes, startling her. 

Unable to do anything but stare up at him from where he towered over her, she waited for his next direction, resigned, despite the disgust curdling in her stomach. 

“What’s wrong?” His hands laced into her hair, holding her in place. 

It takes her a few seconds to process his words, simply staring up at him before her mouth moves without her conscious input. “I’m sorry sir,” her voice cracking on the last word. She looked away from his burning eyes, unable to look at him as she whispered, “Don’t want sex.” unable to hide the repulsed shudder that worked its way through her body. 

“Don’t worry,” he slips his hands out of her hair, though he keeps one on her arm at all times as he pulls the covers back, and she follows him with her foggy eyes. “I won’t touch you like that,” and the last of the remaining tension recedes from her body. 

Adler sat next to her, shifting to the middle of the bed, and gestured for her to follow. Once she shuffled close enough, both of his arms gently maneuvered her so that she was chest to chest with him, laying the entirety of her body on top of him. A large hand pressed her face into the crook of his neck, sliding down and under her hair to gently scruff her neck. 

His other hand pulled the covers up and over them enveloping her in the bed’s comfortable weight and warmth. 

 Uncaring as she heard the sound of his lighter spark, and the fresh scent of a new cigarette filled the room. She allowed herself to float back into subspace, her aching arms tucked close to Adler, their legs intertwined. 

Slowly, the world around her sharpened at the edges. The birds chirped in the background, and there was a vague honking in the distance. Adler’s cigarette had long since burned out, though its smell still lingered. Blinking sleepily, she shifted, attempting to pull away from him. 

The hand on the back of her neck tightened, “What’re you doing?” he murmured, and she felt his lips on the back of her head. Miraculously, it no longer hurt, though her cheeks did heat at his actions. 

“Mmm, gotta– gotta go sleep.” she mumbled, not quite all there yet, though her senses had sharpened, her mind was still fuzzy. The hand he held his cigarette in tightened across her back, fingers digging into her waist. Not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to make itself known. As if she could have forgotten it. 

“Stay.” it wasn’t a request, more of a demand, but she knew that if she truly wanted to leave, he would let her. Perhaps that was why she didn’t feel bothered by the idea of staying, of letting him keep her. Because she knew, if she stayed, it would be permanent. Russell Adler was not a man who liked to share. 

Despite the heavy hand across her neck, she lifted her head to stare imploringly at Adler. “S’okay?”

Scoffing, Adler rolled his eyes, decisively stating, “If I wanted you gone, you would be gone.” staring into his eyes for another second, she nodded, marveling at the lack of nausea it brought her. 

“Kay.” she settled back into him with a sigh. The hand on her neck moved to the back of her head, running through her hair. The gentle rhythm soothing her to sleep.

And if she joined for sleep every night they were both available? 

Well. That was no one else’s business but theirs. 

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[elliesbelle]

why is this so ellie-coded

[idiotspacecowboy]

so i have a little joke with my friends (who know nothing about muse) where we just whisper “hes everywhere” to any photo of dom howard. it started after i edited a specific photo of dom to look like analog horror and then pasted it multiple times on a slideshow, captioning it “hes everywhere.” and he is literally everywhere now, i set the pic as my wallpaper. idk man it gets me cackling and kicking my feet.

[christinered]

I miss my Pretty Gritty New York City. I liked her dangerous and dirty. I Love New York!

They call me ~Red

[sunburnacoustic]

Guys!!! So happy right now, just had the best night of my life! We got barrier, we were standing right in front of Matt and oh my god I need to collect my thoughts. So in no particular order:

1) We got Citizen Erased! Matt introduced it going, “we’re bringing out an old song for you all, from our second album” and everybody lost their minds. Complete with the piano outro, what a treat!

2) The WOTP masks and pyro are insane. In row 1, they’re even more insane (and hot). How do three little lads look so cool? Their designs are excellent!

3) Disco Ball jacket!

(Still in utter disbelief that these are my pictures… that I was up there!!)

4) Verona!!

The confetti is so special to me. Also for Verona is Matt’s new sunburst-like Strat-shaped Manson.

5) Speaking of guitars, the Mirror Manson lives!!! This alone has made my night, my week, my year, the Mirror Manson, or some reincarnation of it, is back on the road, and Matt used it for Plug In Baby, so honestly what more could I ask for?

This beloved guitar! And also, Matt did his fall-to-your-knees Plug In Baby moves so :)

6) I don’t have a picture of this but you’ve got to take my word for it— the squealing Kaoss pad call-and-response section: the face is back!

7) Speaking of faces! Chris’s blep :p

7.1) Duckface!

More Chris!

8) Undisclosed Desires is officially the new Muse In The Round song of the set ♥️♥️

(The picture quality sucks but it’s the sentiment of it all okay :’) )

9) Matt’s mushroom solo moment during The Dark Side

Matt is really like if a human with a guitar had a cat tree.

10) Dom! I couldn’t get super clear pictures of him though, his live camera was over on our side.

More to come…

[girl4music]

Another relationship I really love in ‘Wynonna Earp’ is the “Earp sister” relationship between Wynonna and Waverly. It reminds me very much of Elsa and Anna.

I wish there was more storytelling about sisters that have no one but each other in TV art/entertainment. The personal significance of it for me is something I can’t quite explain since I never had a sister. I mean can you really miss something that you never had?

Why do sister relationships affect me so much? Why do I feel so deeply for sister relationship dynamics?

It’s a mystery to me. Perhaps I was meant to have a sister in another life or another Universe… possibly?

[krispyweiss]

Dom Flemons at Happy Hollow Hootenanny, Snow Fork Event Center, Nelsonville, Ohio, June 1, 2024

Birdsong accompanied the early portions of Dom Flemons’ Happy Hollow Hootenanny headlining appearance and fireflies lighted up the encores.

It was just before 8 p.m. June 1 when Flemons took the small Creekside stage in the woods of Nelsonville, Ohio, to play the instrumental “Old Cindy Gal” on rhythm bones and harmonica, his tapping feet and strategic breathing adding extra percussion. Ninety minutes later, the 125 or so in attendance were solemnly singing “We are Almost Down to the Shore” along with Flemons and his acoustic guitar before the American Songster wrapped his singular gig with an impromptu rag that earned a standing ovation in the forest and elicited a deep bow from the makeshift bandstand.

In between, the Carolina Chocolate Drops co-founder played originals from his most-recent Black Cowboys and Traveling Wildfire LPs, revisited the songbooks of Rev. Gary Davis on “Saddle it Around,” Elizabeth Cotten in an instrumental acoustic guitar medley bookended with “Freight Train” and “Oh, Babe it Ain’t No Lie” and reprised the Drops’ version of “Your Baby Ain’t Sweet Like Mine” on banjo as the audience alternated from respectful silence to explosive appreciation during and between numbers that encompassed traditional country on “Slow Dance with You;” country blues on “Steel Pony Blues,” which also appeared during soundcheck; folk on “Nobody Wrote it Down;” and spiritual music on “My Long Journey Home.”

Dressed in blue pants held up with suspenders, a plaid work shirt and hat, the bespectacled Flemons played five instruments (guitar, banjo, harmonica, bones and quills) across the 18 numbers on his playlist. He was in a jovial mood, explaining songs’ origins, recalling a whitewater-rafting trip with Yo-Yo Ma before the banjo-instrumental “Lost River Blues” and laughing off Wildfire’s recent Grammy loss to Joni Michell, singing: When Joni’s in the category it’s a Grammy that you ain’t got.

A master- as well as multi-instrumentalist, Flemons conjured Lightnin’ Hopkins’ shuffle on “He’s a Lone Ranger;” intuited trains on quills (“Railroad Bill”) and caused his custom-made Songster banjo talk back on “Saddle it Around” and “Tough Luck” as the instrument responded to Flemons’ spoken asides and recreated sounds from outside the narrator’s jail cell. As a guitarist, Flemons is equally adept at the Piedmont, Delta and folk styles and plays the instrument as if he’d dedicated his life exclusively to it.

After sitting for the second half of the show, Flemons stood and pulled a harp from his pocket to close the main set with “There’s a Brown-skinned Girl Down the Road Somewhere.” With Flemons in command, a harmonica becomes a band; he blew and cupped the thing to produce an array of sounds before rapidly turning it 360 degrees again and again without missing a note.

The audience went bonkers at this trick and Flemons couldn’t even get to the backstage tent before an encore - beginning with “My Baby Said Yes Instead of Maybe” to “lift us up” - became inevitable.

West Virginians Jesse Milnes & Emily Miller opened with a delightful 45-minute performance of originals and covers by the likes of Ola Belle Reed, the Stanley Brothers and Skeeter Davis. Handing fiddles and guitars back and forth to each other, the husband-and-wife duo brought the mood down with Davis’ “The Sad Situation” and ratcheted it up with Milnes’ “It’s Hard to Tell the Hippies from the Hicks.”

Miller’s own originals - about her husband and German relations accused of poisoning Kansas water supplies - sounded as old as the covers they played. And when the duo ended their set with “The Fun’s all Over,” it was only just beginning.

Grade card: Dom Flemons at Happy Hollow Hootenanny - 6/1/24 - A

See more photos on Sound Bites’ Facebook page.

6/2/24

[starsallalight]

@encntada : Dom & Juliet

"Belle?" The young man called out in a whispered shout. After all, he didn't want to attract the attention of the beast Maurice had warned him about. And he had a feeling that the creature, whatever it was, would be far less merciful when a third stranger invaded its territory. It had let Maurice go, allowed Belle to take his place. But Dom was under no illusion that it would take him for her.

But he had to try. He couldn't just leave his friend here to die, not when her father needed her.

"Belle! Can you hear me?"

[elliesbelle]

Do you think Ellie and Abby are doms subs or switches (this might be an unpopular opinion but I feel like Ellie is a dom switch and Abby is sub switch)

it hurts me to say that i think ellie is a neutral switch because in my heart of hearts, i want her to be a dom top (because that’s my personal preference and i’m in love with ellie), but i really think she is a neutral switch.

abby though? not sure. i feel like a fully-realized lesbian abby would be a dom switch, but idk!

[captainaikus]

For Ushiwaka : You’re a big man, and i have a strong feeling you’re very aggressive in bed, care to explain how much of a monster you could be with a bratty girl?

Wakatoshi : …

(y/n) : I’ll answer this one since he is a man of a few words. His spanks are hard - expected cause of years of being a volleyball player and the fact that he spikes doesn’t help. He has broken the bed three times over the last five weeks… so safe to say, he puts you in your place.

[sunburnacoustic]

Matt’s funky lil guitar scratches and that Kaoss pad during Supermassive Black Hole! I love the modified riff he plays live nowadays, I love the little dances, I love the groove, I loved dancing with some of you at this show! This was on the proper stadium Will Of The People tour!

[scaryfangirl2001]

Welcome Back (We've Been Waiting) (fanfic, 688 WC)

@flufftober

Twenty-five years have passed since the five friends buried the time capsule in the old oak tree's shadow. Life has taken them in different directions, but they've always managed to stay in touch through sporadic postcards, emails, and the occasional phone call.

Marcus Bell, now a seasoned detective, received a cryptic message from Kaya Blanke, the brilliant detective, a few weeks ago. It was a simple "Hey, long time no talk!" followed by a string of emojis. He replied with a brief update about his latest case, and that was it.

But then, suddenly, the messages stopped.

No responses to his emails, no likes on social media, no nothing. It was as if Kaya had vanished into thin air. A similar silence fell over the other three friends. Pacha, the charismatic entrepreneur, hasn't posted anything on his Instagram account in weeks. Dom Toretto, the street-smart racing legend, hasn't responded to any of Leonard Snart's, aka Captain Cold's, attempts to reach out. It's as if a switch has been flipped, severing the connection between the five friends.

Within hours, the five friends drop everything — cases, businesses, heists — and converge on their hometown. They gather at the old oak tree, the spot where they buried the time capsule all those years ago. As they stand before the tree, a mix of emotions swirls inside them. Nostalgia, worry, and a dash of fear.

"What's going on?" Marcus asks aloud, his eyes scanning the familiar surroundings.

"I don't know," Kaya replies, her brow furrowed, "but I think it's connected to the time capsule."

Pacha nods. "I've been having these weird dreams... memories, really. About us, about our childhood."

Dom's expression turns grim. "I've been getting these strange visions, too. Like someone's trying to tell me something."

Leonard's gaze narrows. "I think we're being pulled back here for a reason. Something big is happening, and we need to figure out what it is."

Without another word, the five friends begin digging. The earth yields easily, revealing the rusty metal box they buried so many years ago. As they open the lid, a faint hum fills the air. Inside, they find a note, addressed to their younger selves.

"Welcome back," it reads. "We've been waiting."

Dom raises an eyebrow, his skepticism evident. "You guys think this is some kind of sick joke? Someone's messing with us, right?"

Marcus shakes his head. "I've seen some weird stuff in my line of work, Dom. Stuff that can't be explained. I'm not ruling out anything at this point."

Kaya nods in agreement. "I've recently worked with a friend, Elsbeth, on a case that was downright bizarre. We had a guy who mimicked the exact actions of a staged performance from an opera. Down to the smallest detail. It was like he was programmed or something."

Pacha chuckles. "You think that's weird? My friend Kuzco got turned into a llama. Yeah, you heard that right. A llama. I'm talking full-on, furry, spitting llama. And let me tell you, it was not pretty."

Leonard, meanwhile, has quietly removed one of his gloves, revealing his hand. With a flick of his wrist, a shard of ice materializes in front of him, hovering in mid-air. "I think we've all seen our fair share of weird, guys. I've got my own condition, shall we say. One that lets me control ice."

The others stare at the floating ice shard, impressed despite themselves.

Dom whistles softly. "Okay, okay. I get it. We've all got our own brand of crazy. But what does it have to do with this?" He gestures to the time capsule and the note inside.

Marcus's eyes narrow. "I think it's all connected. Whatever is going on, it's bigger than just a prank or a coincidence. We need to dig deeper, figure out what's really going on."

Kaya nods, her mind already racing with possibilities. "Agreed. Let's get to work. We've got a mystery to solve."

As they begin to discuss their next move, the air around them seems to grow heavier, as if the very fabric of reality is watching them, waiting to see what they will do next.

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