#dom curry

[p34ce0fm1nd]

same vibes

[devildom-moss]

I added a new section to the headcanons and shorts list. I’ve had one thought and it’s slut-praising Mammon.

[bestbefore-co]

1st January | Field Day | The Domain Sydney

1st January | Field Day | The Domain Sydney

New Year’s Day staple festival Field Day returned to The Domain to kick off 2023 with a stellar lineup, including Diplo, Dom Dolla, Kaytranada, SG Lewis, Tkay Maidza, BENEE and Remi Wolf.

[whatidonthaveanyhomework]

Enjoying the view?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: basically Natasha takes care of you after a long day (with sex)

Warnings: smut, dom Natasha, sub reader, degradation, mommy kink, biting(?), slight overstimulation, aftercare, subspace

A/N: I’ve never written anything before so idk how good this is, please don’t be mean to me

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You stumble into your house, tired from your day at work. You had overslept and spent the entire day running from meeting to meeting. All you really wanted to do was come home and spend time with your girlfriend. As you step into the house, you’re greeted with the scent of pizza in the oven. In the kitchen you find Natasha tossing a bagged salad. As you enter the room she comes over to you and leans in for a kiss. 

“Hi detka,” she mumbles against your lips, pulling you into a tight embrace. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo, reveling in the soft domesticity of the moment. 

“Hi love,” you respond, as Natasha pulls back, placing another quick kiss on your lips before returning to her salad. 

“How was your day?” She asks, pouring the salad dressing packet into her salad as you lean against the island in your kitchen. You sigh and roll your eyes. 

“Well, I woke up and my girlfriend wasn’t there to kiss me, and then I nearly missed the bus, and then Steve sent me to all my meetings and then all of Wanda’s since she’s on sick leave, and I got curry on my pants at lunch,” you complain. Natasha gives the salad a final toss before pulling you into another hug, her hand rubbing comforting circles on your back. 

“I’m sorry angel. That’s exhausting,” she consoles and you nod, pulling her body closer to yours.

The timer on the pizza beeps, and Natasha pulls away, placing an apologetic kiss on your hairline. She takes the pizza out of the oven, and the two of you set the table to eat. 

During dinner, Natasha keeps close to you, always in physical contact with you in some way. You lean into it, grateful for the comfort in your tired state. After dinner, the two of you head upstairs to shower before getting in bed. You climb into the shower and take turns washing each other before changing into pajamas and climbing in bed together to watch a show. 

Climbing into bed, Natasha pulls you onto her lap, holding you against her body tightly. You place your head on her shoulder to admire your girlfriend, noticing her soft lips and ample cleavage her tank top provides. You breathe in her scent, mostly ignoring the show you’ve both seen a million times. 

Natasha looks down at you, an amused smile gracing her lips. 

“Enjoying the view?” She teases and you blush, casting your eyes downward, and nod. 

“Yes Natty,” you say, suddenly very shy. Natasha chuckles softly, lifting your chin with a single finger to meet her gaze. You look into her eyes, and see them darken, heat pooling at your core. Natasha pulls you in, lips meeting. 

The kiss starts soft, but quickly turns more passionate as Natasha takes control, forcing your tongue back into your mouth. You moan softly at the sensation, and Natasha pulls you impossibly closer, her fingers tangling in your hair as the other hand grips your waist. 

Throwing your arms around her neck, you move to straddle your girlfriend’s lap. Natasha trails kisses down your neck, and you sigh at the sensation. She finds your pulse point and sucks on it, leaving a mark. You whimper, wanting more. 

“Oh darling, is someone needy?” She asks in a condescending tone that goes straight to your core. “I need words, detka,” she says, as you try to retake control over your voice. 

“Yes.” You whine, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. 

“Well, I guess we should do something about that, shouldn't we detka?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave. You nod adamantly as she maneuvers the two of you so that the two of you are laying on the bed, with her on top of you, straddling your waist. Natasha yanks your (her) shirt off your chest, which she quickly follows with her own. 

Your mind goes fuzzy at the sight of your girlfriend shirtless on top of you, and you nearly moan when she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, leaning down to kiss you again. 

The kiss is all tongue and teeth and you groan as Natasha bits softly on your bottom lip. 

“Oh, does my babygirl like it when I bite her?” She asks. 

“Yes Mommy,” you sigh out, desperate for her to touch you. Mercifully, she also seems desperate to move her touch lower, and runs one of her hands over your chest, rolling your nipple between her fingers. 

“Fuck,” you cry, back arching up into her body and squeezing your legs together to try to aliviate the ache. Natasha lightly slaps your chest, and you can feel more arousal pooling in your underwear. 

“Watch your language detka,” she commands. “Only good girls get to come.” You nod, breaking eye contact. 

“‘M sorry Mommy. I’ll be good,” you say, and are rewarded a moment later by Natasha’s mouth on your chest as her hands travel down to your stomach, tracing random patterns there before following lower, lifting your hips to pull your pajama pants off. 

She pulls your legs open, dragging her nails lightly down the inside of your thighs. Bringing her hand further up, she ghosts her fingers against your folds over top of your underwear before pressing softly on your clit. You whine, but hold still, knowing Natasha won’t take kindly to you chasing her fingers. 

“Please touch me,” you wine, earning a low chuckle as the redhead slips your underwear off and starts lightly rubbing circles around your clit. You whimper, rolling your hips lightly against her finger. 

“Hold on a second sweetheart.” She said, removing her hand from your clit and planting an apologetic kiss on your lips. You grumble at the loss of friction, pressing your legs together to try to alleviate the ache between them as Natasha rummaged through her nightstand drawers.

“Ah ah keep those legs open for me love,” Natasha said, yanking her harness over her hips. You pull them apart again, whining.

“None of that sweet girl. Let Mommy take care of you,” she said, teasing your entrance with the tip of her strap before sinking into you. You let out a strangled moan. 

“Oh baby do you like that?” Natasha teases, thrusting into you hard and deep. 

“Y-yes Mommy,” you respond, eyes rolling back in your head as you hold the sheets below you in a death grip in an attempt to ground yourself. Natasha speeds up, enjoying your desperate state. You bite your lip, trying not to scream as the pleasure mounts inside you. 

“Ohh baby you look so pretty falling apart for mommy,” Natasha says. She leans down over you, grabbing one of your boobs to gain leverage so she could thrust harder into you. 

“Mommyyyyy,” you moan out. 

“What do you need, princess?” She asks, leaning closer to ghost your mouth. 

“C-can you please bite me?” You ask, your breathing speeding up as you approach your climax. 

“Aww, my dirty girl wants to be bitten?” Natasha mocks, kissing your neck lightly. 

“Please mommy I’m so close I’m so close please bite me,” you cry out. 

“Ok honey, you can come whenever you like,” Natasha says. She bites the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, and the coil in your stomach snaps. Pleasure washes over you, and you cry out, clinging onto Natasha. However, Natasha keeps going. 

“M-mommy what are you doing?” You ask, the overstimulation a little much. 

“Mmh-sorry princess mommy’s just so close,” Natasha says, her hips becoming erratic as the strap slams into you, hitting her clit just right. A couple seconds later, she lets out a low groan as she grips you tightly, coming. Then she collapses on top of you. 

You lay there together for a couple seconds before Natasha pulls you into a soft kiss. 

“Are you ok angel?” Natasha asks, softly tracing her hands across your body. 

“Of course mommy,” you say, pulling her back on top of you, just needing to feel her skin on yours. 

“Ok good. You did so well.” She praises, stroking your hair. The two of you stay there for a while, holding each other, before Natasha starts to pull away again. You tighten your grip on her, confused as to why she’s moving. 

“I’m sorry baby girl I have to pull out so we can clean up for bed,” Natasha says, and you reluctantly let her pull away and out, grimacing. 

“Ssh it’s ok baby,” Natasha coos, pulling you back into her arms and picking you up to carry you to the bathroom. She gently wipes between your legs with a wet washcloth, and then proceeds to lovingly wash your face and do your skincare routine for you. You lean into her touch, dimly aware of what’s happening, until you feel her place something in your hand. 

“Hey babygirl,” Natasha says as she sees your eyes focus on her. “Can you brush your teeth for me?”

You nod, lazily running the toothbrush across your teeth, as your girlfriend quickly gets herself ready for bed. She then takes the toothbrush from you, and a few moments later she’s hoisting you up and taking you to bed. She tucks you in before cuddling up behind you. 

“Night angel,” she whispers, kissing the side of your head.

“Mmm love you,” you mumble. 

“Love you too sweet girl.”

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thx for reading, pls don’t plagiarize me

[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

Asmodeus Redesign

His OG design reminds me of that curse yaoi body like the head is too small shaped like a Dorito and he isn’t serving CUNT.

I decided to CUNT DEGREE HIM,good to look at properly AND MADE HIM LOOK FRUITY.

Voice claim is Tim Curry or Levi Stubbs

I am tired of this dom daddy bullshit time to get glow up for him.

Genderfluid Male/Abrosexual that goes by any pronouns but still refers themselves as the ‘Prince of Lust’.

His eyebrows always frowns so he would look seductive and innocent looking like they did nothing.

Made his outfit based of the Moulin Rouge and non sexual nudity art on Pinterest.

His other heads are hiding in her hair so he would fool everyone by looking human.

They worked as the boss of the House of Asmodeus like Moulin Rouge and the place based off Missing Marmalade.

Mammon and Asmodeus despise eachother and the only person that will calm him down is her big wifey,Belphegor.

He doesn’t love Fizzaroli she only see them as a puppet to them,doesn’t care about what’s going on in the Lust ring,seduces for fun and dating with Belphegor because they match eachother freak.(They’re Lust related so they would kiss fr)

Asmodeus was born during the medieval time he was raised in the forest surrounded by the Goetia when they grew up she became looking more human but got the bull and ram horns.Stolas got hatched as Asmodeus took care of Stolas like an Older sibling.

Asmodeus fell inlove with Lilith but Lilith belongs to Samael,her husband she felt upset that Lilith only be with him once when they have a Intimacy last night. Asmodeus begin to seduce all the ladies taking away their chasity as they becomes the prince of Lust.

When Belphegor appeared in Hell Asmodeus fell hard for Belphegor but hides it as he hides their feelings for a long time as Belphegor stayed at her place for sleep over cause she is tired to go home Belphegor confessed her feelings in her sleep as Asmodeus confessed as well.

Suggestion Ideas by: @hotter-than-hell-rewrite , @midnighthybrid1 and @dnpanimationstudioclone

[gimyeongbestboy]

Damn Samuel simps are thirsty huh (same but I wanna dom him so slightly different from the ones that want him to step on them) BUT I am here to ask for hcs or something where Johan falls for a girl that makes him hot meals. He needs the nutrients. Straight up one of the dudes that will fall for you if you feed him. One of the prime examples of "best way to a man's heart is his stomach".

Seaweed Soup and Curry

Pairing: Johan Seong x Reader

an: omg anon, your request has been in my ask box for so long! I kept you waiting for a long time lmao. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have not proof-read this

During a specific time of night, you always notice guy with brown hair looking through the small make shift window of the tarpaulin tent that houses your family's snack bar. Dressed in all black, his tall figure, blends in with the dim lighting outside the snack bar. You don't know how long you've been staring at him, but it seems like he noticed you staring at him before you can realize what you're doing. You tried calling out to him, but he walked away before you even got the chance to. For the following nights to come, this is how your meeting with him would take place.

Friday night comes, and you made sure to hide behind the tarpaulin snack bar waiting for the time when he usually comes around-- 10pm. You waited for a couple of minutes to pass before coming around, and sure enough, there he is standing in-front of the snack bar, a white dog sitting next to him. The dog noticed you, and gave a small bark towards your direction causing him to look towards you.

"Hey, I noticed you're always here during this time looking through. Aren't you going to go in? You're always lurking out here like weirdo." You raised your brow as you study his face in the dim lighting. You aren't going to lie, this guy looks quite attractive. The yellow lights of the street lights bounces off his brown hair making seem like he has a halo on his head. An angel on earth perhaps?

"How long have you been there?" His question snapped you out of the trance you were about to enter when admiring his face.

"Not long, I was hoping to catch you actually."

"And I'm the weirdo?"

"Hey! Any one in their right mind would wonder why some guy keeps staring, but never buy anything! Much less enter!"

"It's called window shopping, dumbass." His rebuttal got you confused. Who even window shops food? But before you can get the words out of your mouth, he had already walked away with his dog on his tail. You're not sure why, but you hoped that he would come again tomorrow night.

When the next night came, you waited for him outside in-front of the snack bar unlike last time, and sure enough, he came again at the same time. He paused in his tracks when he noticed you standing outside the snack bar with your hands inside your apron pocket.

Upon noticing his arrival you told him, "Follow me inside." You grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the snack bar. There were three tables inside and a few folding chairs around the tables. You pulled him directly towards an empty table made him sit. "We have rice and curry, fried chicken, tteokbokki and seaweed soup. What do you want to eat?"

"I'm not hungry." He said pointedly, looking you straight in the eyes with his dark pretty eyes. As he said this, his stomach growled loud enough to catch the attention of his dog.

"Just tell me what you want. My grandma figures that you're probably 'window shopping' outside because you're hungry." You said as you pointed towards your grandma sitting behind the counter. "Just tell me what you want before I change my mind."

"I don't want your charity." He said as he glimpsed at the food.

"Look here, uhhh..."

"Johan" Johan was unsure why he told you his name, but when he gave it out anyways. It was quite unusual for him. Often times, he would just stay quite and leave the other person hanging.

"Look here, Johan. Do I look like I got room to be charitable. I'm not doing this to be charitable. My grandma would probably kill me if I let you starve any further."

Johan smirked and said, "I wouldn't mind seeing that."

"Forget it, I'll just choose for you." You walked behind the counter where the small make shift kitchen is. Using the ingredients the prepped ingredients, you made a quick and easy curry and served it to him on top of hot white rice. "Here, don't worry about paying for it, and if you feel like you should pay, you can pay me by helping my grandma grocery shop."

"Thanks, but shouldn't you be helping your grandma though?" Johan asked as politely as he could.

"Well yeah, but I'm in school during the day, so I can't help grandma."

Johan nods as he silently ate the food that was served to him. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Soon enough it's been a year ever since Johan started helping out your grandma. Sometimes, he'd even help out setting up the stall or cleaning up at the end of the night. Ever since then you and Johan have gotten closer. You'd have banters all the time so much so, that some customers have said that the two of you banter like an old married couple. You would simply brush off the comment and say, "as if I'd marry him." The redness of your entire face kind of give away how flustered you are because of the comment.

Today is the weekend, and as you were setting up there was a guy wearing a tracksuit that came up to you handing you a package meant for Johan. A few hours later, Johan came with your grandma with the prepped ingredients for tonight's menu.

"Hey Johan, this came for you earlier. Some guy named Zack dropped it off earlier for you." You informed Johan as you handed him a neatly wrapped gift. "He said, 'Happy Birthday and come home.'"

Johan grabbed the gift from you and thanked you. Before he can go on about his day you asked, "How come you never said today is your birthday?"

"Why? Were you planning on getting me a gift?" He asked in a teasing voice.

"No, you ass." You rolled your eyes and get to cooking. Not long after, you came back to him with a small steaming hot pot filled with seaweed soup. Johan looked up at you in surprise as you set the soup down on the table in-front of him.

"It's seaweed soup. You probably haven't had some in a while ever since you left home, so I thought I'd make you some. Happy Birthday Johan." Johan felt a comforting warmth envelope him as he watches the small and gentle smile on your face. The smile may have been small, but it's the kind of smile that reaches your eyes-- making them shine despite the terrible lighting in the snack bar. Out of all the food you've made for him, curry is his favourite as well as the seaweed soup you've made for him on his birthday.

[k0yaz]

miguel o’hara x female reader smut + fluff + hes 🥺an overprotective yandere 🥺🥺🥺

overprotective miguel hcs

Pairing(s): miguel o’hara x fem!reader

CW: nsfw + sfw, overprotective themes, jealousy, mentions of violence, clingy miguel, switch!miguel, afab reader, rough sex, mentions of manhandling, grabbing, jealous sex, choking, biting, you press your knee against his dick ig??? Slight mention of praise kink

A/N: not sure if you wanted a full fic or hcs but your request sounded like hcs so that’s what I did if that’s okay, also I excluded the yandere part since my rules state i don’t write for yandere/obsessive themes <33

Fluff hcs

Miguel gets excited to see you when he gets back from his work as spiderman

Clingy man <33

Takes you out often, but you two have to go when he starts showing his overprotective side

Let’s just say he gets a lil violent if anyone oversteps

Gets jealous quite easily

Like someone could literally touch your shoulder, and if he finds it even remotely suggestive he gets jealous

but don’t worry, even though he gets jealous easily, he mostly remains respectful of you and your boundaries and keeps the feelings to himself if it’s just something he’s overthinking

Not to mention…yes, overprotective Miguel does overthink a lot and requires cuddles and reassurance from you when necessary. Not that you mind though.

However if you’re out in public and you’re being legitimately harassed, he either intimidates the person harassing you, or he just beats the shit out of them-

If you’re scared after that encounter, he’ll definitely hold your arms and whisper comforting words into your ear

Literally the sweetest man ever when you’re in his arms after that encounter

it’s as if he never beat some creepy dude up badly just 10 minutes ago

Overall, overprotective and easily jealous, but hella sweet to make up for it <3

Nsfw hcs

Speaking of easily jealous, Miguel really has a thing for initiating jealous sex

If you were being a little “suggestive” with someone else, or doing anything that got Miguel jealous, then you have a surprise for tonight

Miguel will quite literally throw you onto the bed when you two get home

Of course, he will stop if you say no, or are visibly uncomfortable with it

He’s a switch with a dom lean

he will grab onto you and hold you against him while thrusting into you

occasionally bites your shoulder/neck if you’re okay with it

he sometimes chokes you during sex

Like, he lightly wraps his fingers around your throat and digs his fingertips in as he pushes his palm down while he slams inside you

Kinda a weird one but I feel like he’d start getting more aroused when he sees your fucked out face

Just seeing your eyes rolled back, and drool dripping down your chin as you beg for him, mixed with the sensation of your walls clenching around his dick, makes him cum almost immediately

Submissive Miguel on the other hand…

Loves it when you choke HIM instead

lowkey wants you to use your knee to stimulate him

Needily grinds his cock that’s leaking with precum against your knee pressing against him

bro definitely whimpers and groans you can’t tell me he doesn’t

curses under his breath in Spanish

once you two are done, Miguel is a literal god at aftercare

He’ll take a bath with you, shower you with kisses and cuddles, and constantly ask if you’re okay while holding you against his broad chest.

A/N: again y’all, that’s two fanfics in one day skskkdnjf

also ik y’all probably wanted Spanish dialogue from Miguel but my curry muncher ass doesn’t speak Spanish and I always zoned out in Spanish class so no sorry 🙄

but anyways have a nice day y’all don’t evaporate or anything <33

[lutawolf]

My Personal Weatherman and the D/s element Ep 8

It's the last episode. I'm excited and sad. For those that haven't read my other episode break-downs, they can be found here.

The side eye that Yoh gives Segasaki is wonderful. So full of WTF.

First, let me explain that sub scared is not the same as scared scared. For some, that uncertainty and fear isn't something they want to escape from. Never once do you see Yoh truly fight. Let's be honest, homeboy is being sweet, pretending that a shirt could really keep him tied up.

Segasaki is laying down the guidelines. Ahh, and then he realizes that he doesn't want a slave. He's back tracking. This is good evolution for an organic D/s relationship. See how loose that shirt is when Yoh grabs Segasaki. That thing is threatening to come undone on its own.

Ohhh not only is Yoh agreeing to the guidelines, but they are communicating. Nice. Same Segasaki, same. That's exactly how I would describe myself. Aww, the shy cute baby making a move on his Dom. But damn does his Dom like it.

See! See! What did I say about subs? They like that feeling that is like, right before a roller rolls down. Damn, this is hot. Segasaki knows Yoh likes it. Yoh is being a little brat, giving that typical push back because he likes the no, but he's being careful to not push too much because he doesn't want Segasaki to actually stop.

See doesn't really want him to stop.

Yoh trying to explain or understand, but Dom's protective instincts have been activated. His sub baby is sick.

OMG! Mickey and Minnie are the best! "Try to use more thought in forming your words." DEAD!

Segasaki's smile! He is so happy to finally understand what Yoh needs from him. Bless it, though, his man is dense. 🤣🤣🤣 Welcome to my life Segasaki, welcome to my life. My man is so fucking smart but so fucking dense. But they are ours, right.

He is cooking curry and it looks awful! 🤣🤣🤣

Segasaki is setting up more guidelines! Even talking reward! This is so cute!

Oh!!! Okay, so this may be confusing to some. Segaski asking Yoh to wait for him at the door and greet him when he get home, but this is actually a big thing to many Doms. Let me explain. So, the Dom of the house returning home, it's a significant part of everyday life. When the Dom returns home and closes the door, the D/s couple, who are often not public, can truly be themselves. It’s an important moment to help activate the subservient role, reconnect with each other, and reinforce the dynamic. It's an intimate bond building moment for both parties.

You are seeing it in action. Both parties are getting their needs met and creating a stronger bond. A relationship if not nurtured becomes mundane but with this small thing, you remind each other of how important you are to one another. It's saying, I will put in the effort because I care, value, and respect you. Imagine receiving that message from your loved one every day.

Then the curry. Ahhh, Segasaki is so happy. These two worked a lot of things out. I loved watching it. And now we've come to the end. I'm gonna go re-watch because I love it! I hope you guys enjoyed this. Thank you for taking the time to read it. Hit me up if you have any questions. 💜💜💜

[juyeonszn]

I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF

PAIRING ju haknyeon x f!reader

WORD COUNT 1.65k

GENRES smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, idol!juhak and non-idol!reader, stupid man not getting the hint, jealous juhak 🤭, DOM JUHAK !!!! this deserves its own warning phew, marking, no foreplay bc we ball like steph curry, little bit of exhibitionism but also not really, unprotected sex, sex against a wall?? standing upright?? what is that position called, creampie lol

SUMMARY you hated when men flirted with you, but god if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience.

MORE im actually yelling like no way i’ve done 9 of these…. each time a fawntober fic goes up i rattle my brain around in my head to make sure it’s not empty 😭 ANYWAYS!!! if u enjoyed, please reblog <3

PERM TAGLIST @winterchimez @maessseongs @itsbeeble @zzoguri

You couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Your feet were starting to ache from the uncomfortable heels you were wearing. Your faux smile could only handle staying on your face for so long. Your head was throbbing from all of the superficial conversations. You were just about ready to crash.

That was the thing about being the girlfriend of a successful idol, you had to accompany him to these company parties despite everyone being so fake. The only genuine people were the idols themselves. All of the higher ups and staff members were just too vain and shallow minded, you could hardly talk to them without feeling like you’d lost multiple brain cells.

To be fair, you weren’t required to attend these. Haknyeon technically wasn’t even supposed to have a girlfriend, for the sake of maintaining his image for the fans. But everyone at his company knew of your existence and he liked having the excuse to parade you around like a little trophy.

His group members often teased him for being the first to get into a relationship. The two of you had been friends way before he even began idol training and preparing to debut. During that time, you’d lost touch, thanks to his rigorous training process and dedication to his craft. But a couple years into the limelight and you found your way back to each other. Fate was a funny concept.

You were currently standing at a high-top table, mindlessly chatting with some guy from the PR department. Haknyeon had disappeared to grab you some drinks to kill time before you could finally leave. Sunwoo stayed back to keep you occupied while he was gone, but at some point, you heard Eric calling for him and he, too, had wandered off. You kind of wished you went with him, now stuck with this random man you didn’t know.

“You’re really pretty, Y/N,” the guy says, smiling at you. “Haknyeon is very lucky.”

You laugh awkwardly, thanking him for the compliment. He kept inching closer to you, making it palpable that he was flirting in spite of his awareness towards your relationship. The dude clearly couldn’t take a hint, oblivious to your uncomfortability. You didn’t want to be rude, though. These were the people who worked with your boyfriend on a near daily basis.

Where the hell was Haknyeon?

“Does he treat you well?” He asks, clearly steering the conversation in a specific direction. You know what he’s aiming at, but you pretend to be ignorant to his attempts.

“He’s an exceptional boyfriend, actually. He treats me like a princess.” You state, eyes darting around the large event hall in search of said boyfriend. If he didn’t come to your rescue soon, you feared you’d say something worthy of putting his career on the line.

“If that’s truly the case, why is he nowhere to be found? How could such a good partner leave his girlfriend all alone like this?” The gaslighting is hilarious. The fact that this guy genuinely felt he was so much better than Haknyeon, that he was much more attractive, was laughable. He sincerely thought he was powerful enough to come between your secure, loving relationship.

“Here you go, baby,” a drink is placed in front of you, a kiss left on your temple. “What are you and Seojun talking about?”

Haknyeon’s arm wraps snugly around your waist. To anyone else, he’d look normal. He was remaining neutral, lips pulled into a thin line but curved at the ends so it appeared that he was being nice. But you knew otherwise. You knew this calm was just a facade to hide how pissed off he really was. His jealousy wasn’t because he didn’t trust you. His jealousy was because he didn’t trust others.

Namely Jung Seojun, the PR department’s resident fuckboy.

You glance up at your boyfriend, surprised there wasn’t any drool rolling down your chin. You couldn’t help but be drawn into the darkness of his eyes and his clenched jaw. The best part of this was what lies ahead of you once you get home. Maybe this night wasn’t a total bust.

“Oh. Um. Just, you know, the usual pleasantries…” This dude was a shitty liar. He was fortunate that he hadn’t actually made a move on you, lest he wanted to keep his job. Ju Haknyeon didn’t play around when it came to you, the love of his life.

Thankfully, you don’t stay at the party much longer. He tried to keep his cool until it was deemed acceptable to make his exit, but at a certain point, he just couldn’t anymore. The drive home wasn’t uncomfortable, but there was a thick tension filling the atmosphere. If it weren’t for the driver in the same car, you’re sure his hands would’ve been all over you.

So, the moment you step through the threshold of the dorms, door barely locked, Haknyeon’s pinning you to the surface. His lips are searing on your own, rough but soft all at once. His fingers don’t know where they want to rest, first tangled in your hair and then digging into your hips only a second later. Your head is dizzy, spinning around a mantra of his name and nothing else.

He bunches up the fabric of your dress, pulling back slightly to catch his breath. “Who the hell did he think he was? Talking to my pretty girl like he was deserving of her presence?”

“Hak…” You sigh, his mouth trailing down the side of your neck. He nips and sucks at the base, and then again where it meets your jaw. You hated when men flirted with you, but God if it didn’t result in such a thrilling experience. Your regularly sweet, gentle boyfriend becoming someone nearly unrecognizable drove you crazy.

“Hmm?” His hands hook under your thighs, picking you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. You can feel him this way, already so hard and ready for you. You don’t think you can handle waiting for all the foreplay, your entire body tingling with want and desire.

“Need you to fuck me,” you whine, head lolling to the side when he sucks at that particularly sensitive area on your throat. “Want you so bad…”

“Yeah, princess? Gonna fuck you so good that you’ll be ruined for anyone else. No one can give it to you like I do.” He chuckles into your skin, pushing your dress up further and kissing your shoulders after the straps have slid off. Ju Haknyeon might actually be the death of you.

That was your favorite thing about sex with him. He was so uncharacteristically cocky, so uncharacteristically aggressive in the way he manhandled you. You moan when he shoves aside your underwear, undoing his slacks enough to slip his cock free. He presses into you slowly, forehead falling to your shoulder with a groan.

One of his hands comes up to fist at your hair, yanking back so he can bite at your jugular and exposed chest some more. He thrusts up into your cunt with what feels like ease in spite of your walls squeezing him. His hips snap up and meet your ass with every kiss of his cock to that spongy spot deep inside of your pussy. Everything is moving too fast, but not fast enough at the same time.

“W-What if someone comes home?” You gasp, fingers getting lost in the hair at the nape of his neck. As much as you were enjoying this, you don’t know what you’d do if one of his members walked in on you. For sure, you’d be mortified, unable to show your face around the dorm ever again.

“Who cares? Let them see how well you’re taking it,” he mutters, sucking in your supple skin and ensuring bruises are left in his wake. “I should let everyone witness how good I fuck you, right baby? Marking you all up so the world knows your mine.”

A loud moan rips from your vocal cords, his cock so deep inside of you that you’re starting to see stars. Haknyeon grins against your sternum knowing that you’re enjoying this as much as he is. You wanted him to stake his claim on your body, wanted anyone who could see to know that you were his. Even the way he fucked into you had that same purpose, like his dick was meant to be there. It was almost as if your cunt was acclimating to the shape of it.

“Fuck, feels so so good, Hak…” You whine, lower half squirming when that knot in your stomach is about to unravel. Your toes curl and your back arches off of the door, legs spreading wider in an attempt to suck him in further. “I’m gonna— oh god— I’m—”

You don’t even finish your sentence, your orgasm washing over you without a moment’s notice. The feeling of your cunt fluttering around his cock has Haknyeon groaning, twitching and spilling into you seconds later. He fucks his own release back inside of you, teeth sinking into your collarbone to steel himself.

The two of you stay like that for a minute, catching your breaths in spite of his cum beginning to leak out of you. He kisses the crown of your sweaty forehead. “You did so well, princess.”

Just like earlier, you’re interrupted before you can reply, the sound of keys jingling on the other side of the door. You share a look of terror, scrambling to his room so you don’t get caught. You both flop onto his bed in a fit of giggles, recalling how he’d said he didn’t care who saw you in such a compromising state.

“You’re all talk, aren’t you?” You tease.

“Oh, just you wait, baby,” he shakes his head, moving to hover over you. “I’ll make you regret that you said that.”

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[indigo-scarf]

Lucius did NOT want Draco to be a Death Eater

In my last meta, I explained why Draco DID want to be a Death Eater, rather than being forced into it. In this one, I will argue that Lucius not only did not coerce Draco, but was actually opposed to his son’s taking the Mark — and for this too the story is more compelling and tragic.

Lucius’s actions suggest he became a Death Eater more out of self-interest than ardent devotion to Voldemort or his cause. For Lucius, joining the Death Eaters seems more like a pragmatic matter of being wherever power and privilege are. 

Of course he believed in pureblood supremacy, but he wouldn’t die for it, like Bellatrix. He was also not disenfranchised like Snape, so it’s not like Voldemort was his only option. Voldemort was simply a convenient option at the time, but Lucius wasn’t that attached.

That’s why he doesn’t stay loyal to Voldemort after he loses the First War. As soon as there’s nothing in it for him, Lucius dips out: “[Malfoy’s family] were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched” (PS6).

Between the wars, then, Lucius forgets about Voldemort and simply puts his efforts towards other sources of influence: joining the Hogwarts Board of Governors, currying political favour through “donations to excellent causes” (GF36)...

He even acts directly against Voldemort’s wishes by smuggling Tom Riddle’s diary into Hogwarts. As Dumbledore tells Harry:

Lucius was supposed to wait for Voldemorts sayso [...]. No doubt he thought that Lucius would not dare do anything with the Horcrux other than guard it carefully, but he was counting too much upon Lucius’s fear of a master who had been gone for years and whom Lucius believed dead. [...] Had Lucius known he held a portion of his masters soul in his hands, he would undoubtedly have treated it with more reverence — but instead he went ahead and carried out the old plan for his own ends. By planting the diary upon Arthur Weasleys daughter, he hoped to discredit Arthur and get rid of a highly incriminating magical object in one stroke. (HBP23)

Lucius gets away with that for the time, and by the 1994 Quidditch World Cup he’s feeling unstoppable, gathering with the old Death Eaters in a highly public place to torture Muggles for sport. However, he’s in for a brutal surprise when Voldemort returns:

“Lucius, my slippery friend,” [Voldemort] whispered, halting before him. “I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. [...] Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay… but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master? [...] You have disappointed me… I expect more faithful service in the future.” (GF33)

Plus, says Dumbledore:

“[Voldemort] was not aware, for instance, that the diary had been destroyed until he forced the truth out of Lucius Malfoy. When Voldemort discovered that the diary had been mutilated and robbed of all its powers, I am told that his anger was terrible to behold.” (HBP23)

So Lucius is fully aware that he is on thin ice with Voldemort. Retrieving the prophecy from the DoM is his chance to regain his standing, but that goes horrifically for him:

“Ah, poor Lucius… what with Voldemorts fury about the fact that he threw away the Horcrux for his own gain, and the fiasco at the Ministry last year, I would not be surprised if he is not secretly glad to be safe in Azkaban at the moment.” (HBP23)

At this point, Lucius surely realises that being a Death Eater isn’t the advantageous pursuit it once was, at least not for him. So why would he want to bring his son aboard a sinking ship?

Lucius has high expectations for Draco’s future: in the same scene where he berates Draco for not being top of his class, he also says, “I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin” (CS4). In the past, he might have imagined joining Voldemort would bring Draco the prestige he dreamed for his son, but by now that has no reason to remain the case.

Although Lucius’s love for Draco isn’t the healthiest, he never wanted harm to come to him. In the Nimbus 2001s and Buckbeak incidents, Lucius shows concern for Draco’s well-being, even if it might be mixed with pride and possessiveness. Lucius is not Bellatrix, who “would be glad to give [her sons] up to the service of the Dark Lord!” (HBP2) — Lucius’s son is his.

Proud, arrogant Lucius also wouldn’t want to rely on Draco to save the family. For one thing, it would only compound on Lucius’s post-DoM humiliation to need his sixteen-year-old son to fix his mistakes, to allow his son to be more competent than him.

For another, Lucius struggles to believe Draco is competent at all. As mentioned, Lucius does have high expectations of Draco, but at the same time he’s very worried that Draco can’t fulfil them. So, when it comes to being a teen Death Eater — something many people justifiably doubt Draco’s capacity for — Lucius would likely be sceptical, too.

This lack of validation is the root of Draco’s daddy issues, and that’s precisely what Voldemort exploits to concoct a beautifully evil scheme.

Voldemort lures Draco into serving him by promising Draco the recognition he never got from his father. Everyone else can tell that Draco isn’t expected to succeed (if Narcissa and Snape can, I don’t see how Lucius wouldn’t), but Draco is so desperate to prove his worth that he believes Voldemort. 

Thus, Lucius’s punishment is not simply that his son is endangered for Lucius’s failure as a Death Eater. The most cruel part of it is that Draco goes willingly — and that it’s Lucius’s own fault for his failure as a father.

It’s also thematically more logical that Lucius not be in control of the situation. He starts out as a cunning man who can manipulate his way out of anything and pull all the right strings to get what he wants, but then his arc is about losing all that due to his hubris.

After the DoM, the fitting plan for Lucius would be to distance himself and his family from Voldemort, just as he did after the First War — only now that’s no longer possible. “Slippery” Lucius can’t slip away this time, because he’s literally trapped in prison. 

He has been caught by the Light side, invoked the wrath of the Dark Lord, and now he can only watch impotently as the bigoted and callous upbringing he inflicted on Draco leads his son to towards his death.

In the end, Lucius loses command of his estate, loses his wand, loses his dignity, and very nearly loses his son. The puppet master becomes Voldemort’s helpless puppet himself.

Draco, meanwhile, tried so hard to make his father proud, but only ended up feeling more incompetent than ever. He made mistakes with lifelong consequences, while everyone, including his father, could see that he was only getting played for a naïve boy.

[squash1-squash2-squash3]

You're horny for Brennan Lee Mulligan because he did the Dom DM bit on Make Some Noise.

I'm horny for Brennan Lee Mulligan because he did an impression of Tim Curry hanging out on the roof in Adventuring Party.

We are not the same.

[zzoomacroom]

Fic: Symphony

Dreamling, One-Shot, Smut, Fem!Dream/Trans!Hob, 3000 words

For @mr-sadman's Dreamling Week 2024 (Wednesday 5th prompt: “Shapeshifter”), and also @dreamlingbingo (Prompt C3: Laughing During Sex)

This is also a sequel to another of my fics, Here and Now and Always, although you don't necessarily need to have read it to enjoy this one.

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Summary: After a trying day, King Morpheus needs to relax and be somebody else for a while. And maybe have some mind-blowing sex while he’s at it.

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022), The Sandman (Comics)

Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling

Additional tags: fantasy AU, king Dream, prince consort Hob, PWP, Smut, Shapeshifter Dream, Trans Hob, Genderfluid Dream, Female Dream, body worship, oral sex, vaginal sex, strap-on, laughing during sex, service top Hob, pillow princess Dream, light dom/sub

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“Well. That… certainly was something,” Hob sighs. He shuts the heavy, arched door behind him and locks it before striding over to Dream and helping him out of his mantle and crown.

“Indeed. Fae social customs can be. Vexing,” Dream replies wearily. They have just spent a long, tedious day in the throne room, negotiating a treaty with a delegation from Faerie. In a baffling turn of events, Lucifer Morningstar had abdicated the crown of Hell, forsaking their duty and ceding all of their territory to the Endless Kingdom. For weeks, King Morpheus has heard petitions from every kingdom, duchy, and palatinate in the land, all claiming rightful dominion over various portions of the empire. The Fae are only the latest in a continuous line of smarmy, unctuous diplomats seeking to curry favor with the king. It has been. Exhausting.

Hob hums in agreement as he hangs their regalia in the ornate ebony wardrobe. He has adapted superbly to his new role as Prince Consort and military advisor, and Dream swells with joy to see his beloved thriving. Hob’s confidence is quite arresting—upon seeing him hold his own against the beguiling Fae emissaries, it had taken all of Dream's self control not to drag his husband into the nearest cupboard and ravish him.

This, Dream knows, is the real Hob. The man he had met that night in the courtyard had been a mere shade of his true self. He had been… broken. As had Dream. But they are healing. Their jagged edges fit together so perfectly, and Dream feels. Whole. With Hob. And he has a strong suspicion that Hob feels the same. Though he would never dare say it, Dream is enormously grateful to his brother for absconding when he did; if Olethros had returned home with Hob at his side, Dream would have been destroyed by jealousy. He would have wasted away in his tower, alone, never having known this bliss.

“C’mere, sweeting,” Hob murmurs. “Have a rest, you look knackered.”

Dream wrinkles his nose at that, but allows Hob to lead him over to the plush settee by the fire. Hob has filled their chambers with many such creature comforts—small indulgences that Dream had denied himself for so long that he has forgotten why he had such disdain for them in the first place. Now, filled with soft rugs, colorful tapestries, and fragrant cut flowers, their apartments feel like a home rather than a prison. Or a tomb.

Hob settles beside Dream and pulls him into his arms, pressing a kiss to his temple and running a gentle hand down his back, whispering soothing words all the while. Dream feels a surge of tenderness that threatens to overwhelm him; Hob is so kind, so understanding of how taxing all of this is on Dream, and yet he does not judge or scorn him for his inadequacy. No, he only offers love and unwavering devotion. He is a wonder, and Dream is continually awed by the sheer immensity of his love for the man. Hob’s love is a glorious and humbling thing, and Dream feels the last vestiges of his composure draining away as he melts into his lover’s embrace.

“I’ve got you, darling,” Hob whispers. “It’s alright, my love. It’s over with. Just us now, eh?”

In the past, when Dream would find himself feeling overwrought like this, he would simply take on his feline form and find a quiet place to sequester himself until the feeling abated. Since taking Hob as his lover, however, Dream has found… other ways. Of finding relief.

Dream needs him. Now.

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Without warning he seizes one of Hob’s hands, dragging it away from his waist and shoving it unceremoniously down the front of his breeches. Dream has already begun transforming himself, and he feels Hob’s lips curl into a smile against his neck as his fingers brush over the slick folds between his legs.

“Oh, my sweet Dream,” Hob croons, “you’re already so wet for me. So needy. Let me take care of you.”

“Please,” Dream breathes, her voice rich and sonorous, only slightly higher-pitched than she sounds in her masculine form.

Hob smiles down at her adoringly and strokes her cheek. “There’s my good girl. Don’t you worry, my love. I’ll give you what you need.” Dream has no doubt that he will. Hob always knows exactly what she needs, and he always delights in giving it to her. Since becoming lovers, they have experimented with practically every possible permutation of bodily configurations, power dynamics, objects of pleasure, and the like; no other lover has known Dream, has understood her so well as Hob. They have an unspoken understanding of what Dream is asking, what she needs when she takes on her feminine form.

Hob withdraws his fingers from between Dream’s legs and grips her waist firmly, hauling her up and steering her towards the bed. In her usual form, Dream is slightly taller than Hob, but now she must tilt her head up to meet his gaze. It is… strangely comforting. Being this delicate, cherished creature. Knowing that she is at Hob’s mercy, and trusting him to treat her gently.

He lowers her onto the silken coverlet and undresses her with swift, nimble fingers, kissing every inch of moon-white skin as it is revealed. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, wide-eyed and reverent.

Dream preens under his attention, basking in Hob’s hungry gaze as he brushes aside her long, sable locks, fanning them out on the pillow and dipping his head to meet her lips. He licks into her mouth, assertive but not forceful, and she opens for him with a low, eager moan. He trails soft kisses along her jaw and down her neck, nipping at her collarbone before resting his lips worshipfully over her heart, between the snowy peaks of her breasts. He sucks a pebbled, rosy nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and humming approvingly.

Dream keens and writhes—she is so deliciously sensitive in this form—and Hob stills her with strong, sword-calloused hands on the supple curves of her hips. He explores her body as if tasting her for the first time, leisurely kissing his way down toward the patch of raven-colored hair around her wet, throbbing cunt. She whimpers and goes boneless in his hold, lost to the sensation and unaware of anything but the exquisite prickle of her husband’s beard against her tender flesh as he maps her out with lips and tongue.

“Good girl. So beautiful,” he repeats, running the tip of his shapely nose along her leaking slit. She gasps sharply, biting back a cry of pleasure. “It’s alright, love. I want to hear you. All the lovely little noises you make, it’s like a private symphony, just for me.”

“Then. You had better start. Conducting,” Dream replies breathlessly as she seizes a handful of her lover’s hair and presses his face to her sex.

Hob lets out a muffled laugh and sets about his task with gusto, laving his tongue over her clit and slurping noisily as he licks into her entrance. Dream rewards him with a dulcet moan, and he glides his hand lightly (too lightly) around her delicate, glistening folds before probing inside with two blunt fingers, crooking them and stroking that sweet spot within. A silky, mellifluous wail escapes from her throat unbidden, harmonizing with Hob’s low groans as she tugs on his hair. She reaches her peak the moment Hob wraps his lips around her clit and sucks it into his mouth, all the while continuing to work his fingers in and out of her dripping, quaking hole.

Her wails become helpless mewls as Hob growls ravenously, replacing his fingers with his tongue and guzzling down the hot flood of spend that gushes from her cunt. His hands snake underneath her, grasping the soft flesh of her arse and pulling her closer still, burying his face in her sex and working her through one climax, then another, without giving her a moment’s reprieve from his wonderful, relentless mouth.

She screams a high, warbling aria as she comes a third time, and it’s both ecstasy and agony. She clutches his hair tighter and drags his head upwards, peering down at the dazed grin on his come-drenched face. Hob’s eyes flutter shut and he sighs contently as she loosens her grip and runs her fingers gently through his sweat-damp hair, then brings her hand down to stroke his cheek and massage the milky fluid into his beard.

“Hob,” Dream pants hoarsely when she has caught her breath enough to speak. Hob only hums absently in response. “Fuck me,” she commands.

“Yes, my queen,” Hob murmurs, and Dream feels another aftershock of pleasure coursing through her at those words.

Hob places a soft kiss to her inner thigh before rising from between her legs and finally removing his tunic and breeches. Dream’s mouth floods with saliva at the sight of her husband’s cunt—a glimpse of velvety lips, darker and meatier than her own and gleaming with arousal, peeking from behind a lush thicket of umber curls. A rivulet of slick trickles through the dense hair on his inner thigh, and Dream whimpers at the knowledge that Hob is so wet just from seeing to her pleasure.

She watches, riveted, as Hob bends over the large chest at the foot of the bed and retrieves the necessary items: a soft black leather harness, to which he attaches an intricately carved phallus made of bone. It is quite a work of art—curved and rippled, inlaid with silver and studded with small, polished rubies. Dream has commissioned several such objects, which they both enjoy frequently, and she smiles to herself as she recalls the night she presented them to Hob, apprehensive about how he might react. Affection swells in her breast at the memory of his dear face, so awed and astonished at the treasures laid out before him. He had wanted to try them all immediately, and so they had. Repeatedly, and in a variety of ways. “And to think I had to make do with carrots,” he had said afterwards, sending Dream into a riot of laughter. No other lover has made Dream laugh the way Hob does, especially not while making love. It ought to be embarrassing, but Hob has never expressed anything but joy at hearing Dream’s ugly, wheezing laugh. It is… freeing. Knowing that she need not conceal the euphoria that she feels in Hob’s presence.

Hob buckles himself into the harness, coats the dildo with a palmful of oil, and gingerly climbs atop his lover, hooking her long, white legs over his broad shoulders. “Ready?” he asks. She nods, a pleading whine escaping from her chest as the cool, blunt head of the polished bone brushes against her entrance. Hob’s smile is impossibly warm and soft as he caresses her cheek and pushes in slowly until his hips are flush with hers, the smooth leather of the harness sliding pleasantly against her bare skin. He settles into a steady rhythm, unhurried yet deep and intense, striking that sensitive spot inside with every thrust and dragging her gradually towards a shattering crescendo.

“Such a good girl,” Hob purrs, his voice low and rasping. “So beautiful. You take my cock so well, my love. So perfect.”

“Hob—Hob—Hob—!” is all she can say in reply, little staccato sighs set to the measured tempo of her lover pounding into the tight, clutching heat of her cunt.

“You’re doing so well, sweeting,” Hob beams, reaching between them to stroke her clit. “Now come for me.”

Dream complies eagerly, howling in vibrato as her body sings in ecstasy. Her walls spasm and clench around the bumps and grooves of the toy buried in her cunt, and she feels a rush of hot spend seeping out and down her thigh. Her mouth drops open and she screws her eyes shut as dazzling constellations burst into being behind her eyelids. She is floating in the black velvet abyss of the night sky, weightless and ethereal, only distantly aware of the shrieks and moans that pour from her mouth as Hob wrings the music of her pleasure from her body.

The noises grow deeper, and as her muscles tense she feels the cushiony flesh of her hips and breasts retract, vanishing into the lithe, sinewy planes of her torso. Oh. She—he—has… lost control. Of his form. He has… never transformed himself inadvertently. Has never succumbed so fully to his body’s wants as to. Lose composure. Like this.

He suddenly feels painfully aware of himself—his lanky limbs still wrapped around Hob, who is still plastered to his front, the leather straps of the harness digging into his skin, his hole still fluttering and grasping around the solid length of bone. A wave of shame threatens to wash over him, and he wants to hide, to disappear, but then—

“Look at you,” Hob breathes, his honey-warm eyes sparkling with wonder and adoration. “So bloody beautiful. Love seeing you lose control like this.” Dream’s eyes well up and oh gods now is not the time, but his sobs are muffled by the welcoming warmth of Hob’s mouth. Hob kisses him deeply, drinking down his cries and running a strong, soothing hand down his flank. “Hey, it’s alright love. It’s—hello, what’s this now?”

Dream’s head snaps up, his eyes trailing to where Hob’s gaze is fixated. It would seem that Dream is still… between forms. At the moment. His clit is engorged, about the length of his little finger, erect and throbbing like a cock. The dizzying shame encroaches once more, but then retreats as Hob grins with wide-eyed fascination at the discovery, tracing a gentle finger over the swollen head and eliciting a feeble whine from Dream.

“What a gorgeous little cock you’ve made for me,” Hob coos. “Gonna have to get this in my mouth.” He starts to pull out, untangling Dream’s limbs from himself, and Dream makes a weak noise of protest. “Shh-shh, it’s alright, sweeting. Just a moment, love, I’ll be right back.”

Hob rises from the bed and unbuckles the harness, stepping out of it and detaching the dildo before crawling back between Dream’s legs, toy in hand. “Look at what a beautiful mess you’ve made, darling,” Hob murmurs, swirling his tongue around the spend-soaked dildo and taking it into his mouth, making a show of licking it clean. Dream is propped up on his elbows, watching his lover with rapt attention. A quavering whimper escapes him as Hob takes it deep into his throat and gives Dream a cheeky wink, then pulls it out with a loud, wet pop.

Dream’s cunt is aching and his prick is pulsing with need—he has had too much, and yet he needs more. He wants to tell Hob to cease his teasing and make good on his promise, but words fail him. Hob glides the toy over his raw, sore folds, drawing a hiss of exquisite pleasure-pain from Dream.

“Look at your sweet little cunt,” Hob sighs. “Wish you could see how wrecked you look. All red and puffy and dripping with come.” He eases the toy back inside, and Dream sobs from the overstimulation. “I know, my love, I know. It’s a lot. But you’re doing so well. You can come one more time for me, can’t you?” Dream nods vigorously, beyond the capacity to speak, and Hob smiles at him proudly. “There’s my sweet Dream. Just let go and let me take care of you, darling.”

Hob lowers his face to Dream’s sex and takes his twitching cock into his mouth, moaning decadently. He slurps and suckles at it, humming in satisfaction as if it’s the most delicious thing he has ever tasted, all the while working the carven bone in and out of his open, sopping wet hole. Dream keens breathlessly, his entire body screaming in blissful agony.

He peers down the expansive bed to see that Hob is now on elbows and knees—his plump, furred arse is pushed upwards and he is fingering himself furiously with his free hand while he continues to fuck Dream with the dildo and suck on his prick, rolling it between his lips and flicking his tongue over the head. With that, Dream’s orgasm overtakes him, a sweeping grand finale to the symphony the two lovers have played tonight.

“Hob!” he wails and clutches at the sheets, his cock throbbing on Hob’s tongue as a gush of spend oozes from his ruined cunt.

Hob groans, eases the toy out, and lets Dream’s cock slip free from his mouth, a string of saliva trailing from his swollen lips. His thighs tremble as he fingers his own cunt, the wet squelch audible now that Dream’s ears have stopped ringing, and Dream feels another ripple of arousal as he watches. He is too exhausted to move, but he considers asking Hob to sit on his face. Before he can speak, though, Hob comes with a guttural roar and collapses onto the bed.

He sighs and rests his cheek on Dream’s thigh, smiling up at him hazily. He is panting and red-faced and covered in a glistening sheen of sweat. He looks… indescribably beautiful, in this moment. Dream wants to tell him so, but his face breaks into a wide grin and he instead finds himself. Laughing. Hob’s eyes widen in astonishment before crinkling into a fond smirk. Dream cannot stop the harsh, creaking cackles of pure joy that bubble forth from his chest uncontrollably. Hob soon joins him, his soft giggles and guffaws mingling with Dream’s croaks and snorts.

“What’s so funny then, eh?” Hob asks as he crawls up the bed and wraps Dream in his arms. “Have I got something on my face?”

“That. Would be an understatement.” Dream smiles, wiping the spend from Hob’s chin with a corner of the bed sheet. He lunges in for a kiss and purrs contentedly as he tastes himself on his husband’s lips. “I am simply. Happy. You are too good to me, my Hob,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against his husband’s.

Hob beams at him and winks roguishly. “Only as good as you deserve, sweet Dream.”

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Thanks for reading! Reblogs, as well as kudos and comments on ao3 are always appreciated! 💗💗💗

[octuscle]

Hello, Chronivac support? This is the first time I am using your app and I am not sure how to set the right settings, I hope you can help me. You see, I have a boyfriend who is submissive, and I am the dom of the 2. Even if I am not very dominating and sometimes I just play along to feed his submissivemeness, I thought it was enough for him and that he liked it... but now I realize I was wrong.

The other day he heft his laptop on the table, the incognito browser was open and I could see he had been watching pics and videos of what I would call... real doms. Tough guys, cigar smoking guys, some wearing leather or rubber gear, some tattooed, some pierced... many different kind of doms, but none of them were like me, not a single one. I dont have the body or the attitude he wants...

But I have seen a lot of different guys in his laptop, so I don't know what does HE wants eiher. I thought that maybe this app can be set in a way that I am transformed in the kind of man he really wants to his side, the dom boyfriend, master or whatever he really wishes for... I want to set Chronivac so I am changed exactly into what he dessires, and every time he changes his mind about what he wants, I want to change along.

Can you help?

Ever heard of a werewolf? I could try something experimental with you. A weekend where your friend can live out all his fantasies. His darkest thoughts control your transformation. Not only yours, but his as well. You will not be aware that you are changing, you will spend the weekend like a werewolf. In a completely different body. But I will configure the transformation so that on Monday morning you can remember every single second. And then let's see if you want to do that more often.

Friday night. Your friend is sitting in front of the TV. You're cooking. Vegetarian vegetable curry. Suddenly it hits you like a blow. You throw the spoon into the pot. Fuck! What a pain this is. With one blow you hurl the cooking pot off the stove. A huge noise. A huge mess. Your friend comes running into the kitchen. You are breathing heavily. Your huge hairy chest rises and falls. You snap at your boyfriend that he should be a good slave and clean up the mess. Your friend looks at you with wide eyes. And gets down on his knees to wipe the floor. And while he does that, his body starts to twitch. The hair of the bitch becomes short, as you always shear them. And his beard grows. His polo shirt becomes a harness, his bare ass sticks out of his chaps. "Leave the dirt, lick my boots!" you command. "And then slowly work your way up with your tongue." Your kitchen changes. Your apartment is changing. There is a smell of sweat, tobacco and poppers in the air. Black, worn furniture, lots of leather, raw concrete. Instead of a TV, a St. Andrew's cross on the wall. And in the bedroom a cage for your boyfriend.

"Fuck yeah, that's my good boy," you grunt as your friend arrives at your stinky wet armpit. It's still early in the evening. There is still plenty of time before you fuck your boyfriend in the sling of the darkroom of your favorite bar. You take your cock out of your pants with your free hand. And then you push your boyfriend's head back down. The weekend starts promisingly.

48 hours of sex later you are sitting naked on the sofa. A cigar in your face. The face of your friend on your cock. Boy, did you have fun. And now a final climax. You shoot your load and your friend swallows greedily. Then you fall into a deep sleep. It's 04:00 in the morning when you wake up. The TV is on. Both of you have fallen asleep on the sofa. You lead your still half asleep friend to bed. And you realize that it was not a dream.

Fantastic inspiration by @eurobeef 

[omgkalyppso]

9 people you want to get to know better!

Tagged by @ghostwise. Thank you! (:

Three Some Ships: Étoile has residence in my brain so them x Astarion, them x Gan, them (x?) Minthara, them x Halsin, them x Wyll, etc.

First Ship: The first fic I ever (hand)wrote was Betty x Veronica from Archie Comics.

Last Movie: Indiana Jones and The Temple of Doom; when I went out of town with my mom at the end of June we watched soooo many movies over the course of several evenings / nights while she was beading. The others were: Inheritance (2024) (polish movie. like Clue), The Devil Wears Prada, The Old Guard, Jane Eyre, The Hateful Eight and ... one more that I can't remember.

Last Song: A Normal Life by Marianas Trench; flashing images in the video

Currently Reading: I have like 5 books set aside to read or reread. Haven't gotten into any of them. Oh! But I can take this moment to recommend @/dyemelikeasunset 's sapphic slice-of-life webcomic Dom and Mor.

Currently Playing: Meldiara's Skyrim file, doing Dawnguard for the first time. Various BG3 files. Brynmor's DA:O file. World of Warcraft. Thinking of going back to Tears of the Kingdom and / or Animal Crossing New Horizons.

Currently Watching: The Cabinet of Curiosities. The Legend of Vox Machina. Mysterious Lotus Casebook. And rewatching Fringe.

Currently Eating: The last thing I ate was nuggets with honey garlic bbq sauce.

Currently Craving: I was trying to figure out what the common denominator was in the two things that came to mind: curried broccoli or beef stew. Apparently I'm craving iron. I will ... try to figure out how to deal with that.

Tagging: @faerieenthusiast, @bladesandbhaalspawn, @bladesandstars, @bhaalbaaby, @studiofelix,

@fembutchboygirl, @thetavolution, @jackalopedread, @acealistair. That's nine. And YOU.

[arvensimp]

I want Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 3 so muccccchhhhh! Dom!arven is so hot.

I'm glad you like it so far!!! This isn't anywhere near done yet (i keep digging myself into a bigger and bigger hole), but here's where we are now!

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Different Kinda Jelly Pt. 3

Jealous!Arven x fem!reader, ft. Leon - part 1 - part 2

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"Can you make him go away?" Arven whispers. You can feel how hard he is against you, and fuck, you want it. You want him. At the same time though, Leon's at the door, and...

"He just bought us food..."

Arven groans, pressing his face into the pillow. "I'll go take a shower." And with that he gets up and storms into the bathroom.

For your part, you just need to pull your panties and pants back on and adjust your shirt before answering the door. As it swings open, you hear the rush of running water.

"H-Hey... Uh..."

"SO sorry I took so long. Got lost on my way there, but the food should still be warm!" Leon says as he barrels past you into the room. "Your boyfriend taking a shower then?" He asks as he sets the bags down on the table.

"Yeah... Ya know, long day, long flight..." You shuffle anxiously from foot to foot, trying to discretely position your collar in such a way that your neck is properly covered because as it stands, you're not entirely certain Leon won't be able to tell what you and Arven had just been up to. You haven't had a chance to check a mirror, but you're fairly positive you're going to be covered in bruises.

Leon nods, understanding. "Well hopefully he doesn't take too long! Would he mind if we dug in without him? I'm starved, really. Barely ate a thing all day."

"Uh..." You look over to the restroom door, as if it would give you some answers. "You can go ahead. I'll wait for Arven."

Leon shrugs. "Cheers then." He says as he fishes out a takeaway container and starts eating. "So! Like I was saying!" Leon bounds off, telling you in Galarian about all of the plans that have been made for this trip. You get a decent amount of what he's saying, having decided to study the language a bit more since your last trip, but even then, Leon tends to talk quickly, and his accent isn't the easiest for you to understand, so sometimes you need to slow him down or ask him to repeat himself or even speak in Paldean, which he happily does to the best of his ability.

It seems like he really is trying to get to know you better and be a better communicator compared to your last trip here.

After what feels like a lifetime, but in all likelihood was probably only about 15 or 20 minutes, Arven returns from the shower. He's got a pair of loose fitting sleep pants and a baggy shirt on, as well as a towel around his shoulders to help stave off some of the dripping from his hair.

He narrows his eyes at Leon. "Hey--"

"Hey, mate! Welcome back!" Leon greets him cheerily, fishing into the takeaway bags to pull out containers for the two of you. "Like I was saying earlier, so sorry I was late. I'm just pants with directions, ya know? Luckily the food should still be good and warm. Stuff's from one of my favorite curry places, and their chips are top notch. The owner and me are mates actually, and he's an absolute ledge, ya know?"

He speaks so fast and with too much slang for Arven to entirely understand. He just takes what looks to be a container of...curry? With french fries? and lets him keep talking.

The two of you open the container, and fuck, it really does smell good. You each grab a fork, dig in, and end up moaning simultaneously.

"Oh my god?"

"That's so good!" The two of you say at the same time, and Leon just laughs.

"What did I tell you? Was I right?"

You both nod, stuffing your faces with more of the delicious curry. Arven wipes a bit away from the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "You said..." He swallows another mouthful. "You know the owner?"

Leon nods. "We're mates."

Arven gives him a confused look.

"Uh...friends?" He switches to Paldean quickly.

Arven nods, understanding. "I'd love to get the..." He pauses, pulls out his phone and does a quick translation. "Recipe..?"

Leon claps his hands together, thrilled. "Absolutely! I can see about bringing you over tomorrow if you like? Or..." He thinks and looks to you. "I may just have to give you an address. I'm not sure...with the press and all that."

Your boyfriend huffs, and you set a hand on his knee. Arven secretly thrills at the bit of contact from you in front of this guy. Leon sees it and at least has the grace to look apologetic. "I really am sorry...again. I promise, I won't do anything...ya know...untoward this time." He raises a hand. "Champion's honor. Or, well. Former Champion."

Arven gives him an unsure look, but silently goes back to eating, which seems to infinitely improve his mood. You do notice that he moves his knee over to touch yours and doesn't move it though.

So Leon and you continue talking. Or, really, Leon continues talking excitedly as you eat and listen to him, trying your best to understand his fast paced Galarian.

"And then there's Raihan. The banter from that one, I'm telling you. Ya know, you may have actua--" Leon pauses when Arven leans over just a bit and turns you to face him.

"Got a bit of curry on your cheek..." He tells you softly and low in Paldean, swiping it off with his thumb while still holding you in his grasp. "Say, 'ah'..."

Without thinking, you comply and open your mouth to lick the curry off him.

Then you realize what you'd just done.

In front of Leon.

And you turn red.

And you look to Leon.

He looks similarly embarrassed, his honeyed eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at you.

You look to Arven.

He looks incredibly smug. In fact, he's never looked quite so much like a smirking mabosstiff before, it's nearly shocking.

He leans in and kisses your other cheek. "Good girl." He says just softly enough that Leon likely doesn't hear the words.

There's a hideously long pause.

"So!" Leon starts. "I should probably get going, haha..." He clears his throat and stands. "We'll have a long week ahead of us, so, uhh... " He starts heading to the door.

You stand to follow him, and Arven follows suit, sticking close behind you with a lithe arm around your waist like a toedscruel's vine.

"We'll see you tomorrow, Leon?" You ask.

"U-Uh...Yup! Definitely." He replies, still refusing to meet your gaze. Behind you, Arven narrows eyes as his grin widens. "So, uh. Right-o! I'll see you then. Cheers!"

And he's out the door with a quick slam.

Arven only gives it a few moments before he bursts into laughter.

"Why would you do that?!" You ask, still as red as a tamato berry.

He snakes his arms around your waist. "C'mon, can you blame me? He's the worst!"

"He's not!" You argue. "He's kinda, I dunno...maybe not the brightest electebuzz in the bunch, but he means well."

"That dumbass didn't notice a single one of your hickeys until I literally put your neck on display for him." Arven tells you, still laughing.

"So that curry thing with your thumb?"

"Two purposes."

"Arven!"

"What?"

"You've just embarrassed him hideously!"

"So? Why should I care about him?"

"Fine. You've also embarrassed me."

Arven pauses and seems to come down a bit. "...I'm sorry. I just...I need him to get it, you know?"

"Get what?"

He leans into you, fixing his face into the crook of your neck. "You're...you're not his. You're mine." Arven doesn't say it meanly or childishly or even possessively. He almost says it like he's a bit frightened.

You squeeze him tighter into the hug. "I know I'm yours...and he does, too. He's really trying to be good, I think."

Arven hums. "Maybe. ...I did, uh...kinda like...showing you off like that. Is that weird?"

You sigh. "I don't think so, and I love the idea of you being more interested in PDA, but I'd prefer if we talked about it beforehand, especially in front of someone who has shown interest in me in the past. I... I dunno, I don't want him to feel bad."

"I do."

"Don't be mean. He's sending you to that restaurant to learn about curry or whatever."

Arven huffs. "Yeah, I guess."