#he is assertive enough to demand that others see it too

[its-leethee]

Reflecting on Claudia's conversation with Terry about the leaflynx kitten, and how even though she acknowledges that it's cute, she still can't see the sum of the animal from all of its parts.

So far, only Ezran has been able to inspire Claudia to actually relate to another creature, and not just see it as a threat or a tool: Hey, that's like me!

2x09 // 6x04

Bonus: what's with this look, Ez?!

[sttoru]

fav concubine trying to top but sukuna is... sukuna so he fucks her full nelson <3

𝝑𝑒 SYNOPSIS. trying to show lord sukuna that you can indeed be on top of him in bed ends up backfiring almost immediately & results in you nearly passing out.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x concubine!female reader. smut, pwp. size difference. full nelson position. degredation. objectification. mention of (almost) passing out. reader gets called ‘doll, little girl, woman.’ beta read? nope

“i can do it, my lord,” you huff stubbornly. you don’t know where you got the courage from to be so assertive tonight. maybe it’s because of sukuna’s earlier words—those mocking words that he uttered to get a rise out of you. or to see you scared, perhaps.

‘y’re gonna need to do a lot more to keep me entertained, doll. gonna get bored of ya if y’ don’t.’

the sentences repeat in your head like a never ending chant. on one hand, you know sukuna was simply trying to play with your emotions, but on the other hand, you’re afraid that there might be some truth to his words. so, you take up the challenge.

“y’ can’t do shit, little girl,” sukuna rolls his eyes as he sees you climb onto his lap. his thick thighs are spread, his broad back against the headboard of the bed.

he doesn’t even try helping you like he usually does, with his hands guiding your hips. if you’re stubborn enough to try and be on top of the king of curses out of all people, you’re going to get minimal help.

“yes i can,” you mumble with a sense of uncertainty in your voice. you’ve never really done any of this. you’re usually on the receiving end, having sukuna easily move and bend your body however he sees fit. you’ve never imagined being in his place, “just watch me, my lord.”

you’re desperate to please him. you’re scared to lose your position as his favorite. you let the words get to your head—just like sukuna expected. the fact that you’re so gullible makes him stifle a condescending laugh.

“all ‘m seeing is you struggling to ride me,” the tall man clicks his tongue and his eyes lazily watch your attempts to sink down on his two, hard and dripping cocks. the contact his leaking tips makes with your cunt is enough to make sukuna grunt.

he’s trying hard to not slam you down on him fully. he’s used to take control—too used to it. seeing you struggle to even start is making him impatient.

“i-i’ll get it eventually, my lord,” you hiccup, nervous because of the fact that you’re on top of such a huge man. he’s staring at you menacingly, all his arms crossed over his chest. your hips tremble as you slide one of his cocks into your warm pussy, both of you hissing at the direct contact.

you try to fit the other in the same hole, but you simply cannot handle it at the moment. his upper dick slips right out and bumps against your clit instead. you clumsily fumble with the same one, trying to make place for it in your cunt.

sukuna can’t hold it in anymore. having you clamping down on one of his massive cocks, his girth stretching your small canal to fit all of it to the base and your face contorting in both discomfort and pleasure is making him lose it. “this isn’t gonna work. need to fuck you properly, doll.”

you’re not even one minute in and he’s yanked your small body off his lap, forcefully turning you around until your back is pressed against his chest and your head is rolled back to rest near his shoulder. sukuna’s upper hands hold your legs up by the back of your knees. his bottom set of hands wrap around his cocks and pushes one through your sensitive cunt whilst he fists the other.

“fff— mhhh! my lord! nonono,” you tear up. partially because the sudden intrusion hurts your insides and the stretch is unexpected, but mainly because you’re scared that sukuna’s angry with you. you don’t wish to lose his interest in you, “i’m sorry, let me try again.”

the king of curses slaps your clitoris harshly after that comment of yours. “that a demand? foolish woman,” he scoffs and his hips thrust upwards against the fat of your ass. squelchy noises fill the chambers and spill outside of the room—it’s loud. the bed creaking is unmissable as well with how fast he’s pounding you.

sukuna bites into your shoulder and holds back his grunts like that. he’s relentless, drilling into your cunt so hard that you’re getting numb. your body is limp in his beefy arms and your rationality leaves your mind. you’re more than overwhelmed.

“sorry, ‘m sorry,” you whine and try to babble about something, but it’s all incoherent. you’re feeling lightheaded due to how much you’re taking of him. it feels amazing, soul ascending, but your emotions are in the way. even when you try not to show any attachment to the man you swore not to like.

sukuna ignores your pleas. his focus is on your slutty cunt swallowing every inch of his lower dick like its nothing. you’re used to it—he’s made you used to it—and somehow you’re still as tight as the first time. that and your submission to him is exciting. your adorable noises. the form of your body as it fits perfectly against his like you’re made for him.

you are made for him. your purpose is to please him, submit to him and give him what he deserves. that’s why he keeps you around.

“stop y’r whining,” sukuna grumbles. your knees are forced up against your ears and your tits are bouncing with each harsh thrust. “y’r a dumb fucking thing,” the king of curses presses down on the bottom of your stomach, increasing the pleasure for you, whilst also pleasing himself by knowing how deep you’re taking him, “do you think ‘m actually going to let you go?”

your eyes widen as sukuna picks up on your internal worries. you know there’s no hiding your feelings from him, even if you don’t talk about them to him. it’s like he can sense them. or see right through you with those piercing red eyes that leave you shivering for days.

“y’re too delicious to let go of. i don’t intend on letting anyone else get a taste of this pussy,” sukuna smirks and his tongue rolls out to lick your left ear. you gasp at the feeling and moan right after. you don’t try being quiet. you don’t care if anyone hears you. the reassurance was all you needed.

everyone around the estate knows you’re getting your guts rearranged by the same lord they serve. it’s the same routine every day.

“y’re mine,” sukuna grumbles and speeds up his thrusts until you’re seeing stars. you’re not sure if you can hold out for much longer. you can already feel your orgasm building up—and judging by sukuna’s tight grip on your thighs—he’s close to emptying himself deep inside you as well.

you try your best to keep up with everything, but your human mind can only focus on so much at once. you mumble some words in agreement as your head tilts to the side, your vision turning blurry and fuzzy, “all yours, m’lord.”

sukuna grins mischievously. he’s completely won you over. he’s got you wrapped around his finger. you’re easy, even if you think you’re the complete opposite. the skilled curse knows just what to say to make you all putty in his hands.

you’re gullible. easily manipulated. a perfect target for his mockery and teasing. that’s why he always has fun with you—whether it’d be in bed or not. his comment earlier was just to mess with you.

and expected, you walked right into his trap. you’re his favorite. his favorite to play around with. his favorite human.

“all mine. only mine.”

[monarchberrysblog]

NOTHING BUT TROUBLE

credit to: @mar_mar0u on Instagram/ @/marmar0u on X and Tumblr!

✭ 🔞 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐎’𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ✭

✭ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: cat and mouse chase? more like a cat and spider chase…

✭ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: reader and miguel have an established relationship, suggestive comments? miguel being a complete flirt, the reader being fed-up, make-out session? flirty interactions, soft smut, miguel is uncircumcised, soft dom miguel, reader is a little assertive in bed, dick-grabbing (?), and this is hella cheesy (idc I had fun)

✭ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: >1k words

✭ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: my doing 😛 (my indecisive ass CANNOT) this took forever to work on as my ass got too indecisive on how to write it and how to execute it

to my cat owners, tell your cat I said: psst, psst. 🐈‍⬛🩵 (specifically to the cat that lives on my campus)

𝒀𝑶𝑼’𝑹𝑬 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬 𝑨 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑺𝑬

º・🤍 º.▫︎º・

MATURE CONTENT MDNI | MINORS WHO INTERACT WILL BE BLOCKED

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves to mess with you whenever he has the chance. He would do ridiculous burglaries to get your attention. He is like a cat running to chase a laser point to catch it but fails every time. But when you see him, he always gets away… He would break into a pet store to free the cats, to get your attention.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 would find ways to flirt with you, no matter how innocent it sounds or how sexual it is. And do you like it? A little too much. The pickup lines got cleverer every time you ran into him.

“You're the only woman who turns my world upset down.” He sneers, hanging upside down on a lamppost with your webbing around his ankle.

“Uh-huh…” You huffed out, not paying attention to him.

“You got my blood rushing, and I'm not talking about my head. It's going to my dick—”

“Okay, enough.”

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 is like a stray cat whenever he comes into your apartment. This man would crawl into your apartment and start with his late night “𝑹𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑬𝒁𝑽𝑶𝑼𝑺” with you.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who makes biscuits on your blankets and pillows half-asleep, somehow ripping your blankets. Because of this, he would buy you new blankets every other week, going into different stores to not see the same workers every other week.

He becomes domesticated—

When you're not home, he washes your new blankets with your favorite laundry detergent and always leaves a rose on your bed, no matter what. The thorns are always snipped off. He doesn't want you to cut your pretty fingers :(

(As a bonus, he trims the thorns with his claws.)

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 make sure that you get home safely. Every night, between 9:30 and 10:15, he stands on the roof of a building across from your apartment, waiting to see your window light up with that familiar warm light.

A sigh of relief escapes his lungs when he sees you enter your apartment after returning from your high-demanding job as a photographer (and New York’s superhero).

Seeing you drop your bags and remove your sweater was a good indicator for him that you were ready to settle for the night. Especially when it's a weekday.

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves long nights with nothing but intimacy, especially after you had a long night. The sensation of being free from his suit while being bare in bed with you brings serotonin to him, enjoying the soft touches and caresses. The touches slowly evolve into gropes, to the point where he is on top of you, planting soft kisses on your cheeks and temple.

He loves holding you close while slowly stroking his length against your puffy clit, enjoying the hood of skin stroking the vein on his length. The slow rub is enough to pent you up, enough for you to grab his length gently and pull him closer to your entrance. Seeing you tug at it, he chuckles, guiding him closer to your gummy walls.

"Seems like you know what you're doing, sweetheart. Go on, it's yours."

Between the gentle pinch of your thumb and pointer, you gently pinch at his foreskin, pulling it down to see the familiar mauve tip you love to see when he's pent up. You again pull at his length with such vigor, finally inviting the bulbous tip into your soft, warm, gummy walls. "No foreplay?" He quips before he feeds your needy pussy more of his length, slowly and gently. Your fingernails rake down his back like a rake gathering leaves in a yard. When he bottoms out, a breathy moan escapes from deep in his chest cavity, a groan that pleads to be let out from such pent-up stress and frustration.

"Home sweet home," He sighs, grinding his aching tip against your g-spot. You rolled your eyes at the unnecessary commentary, wanting this man to shut up. But the unexpected thrust sent you into heaven and back to earth, grasping onto your bedsheets as if it would anchor you down from the heavenly sensation while a guttural moan escapes.

"Good, good. You're doing so good." He croons while slowly pulling out and thrusting his length back in, grasping onto the fat of your hips, allowing his claws to sink into your soft skin while keeping up the same smooth pace. The sight of your soft breasts rippling against his thrusts awakened something in him, allowing him to eagerly take your nipple in between his teeth, allowing his canines to graze against the sensitive bud every other second.

But he always lets you finish first, no matter how long it takes for you to finish. It could be an hour, and he's not going to stop until he wants you to squirt on his cock, soaking both of y'all and the fitted bedsheets. But it can sometimes get the man pussy whipped, literally.

Groans slowly turn into mewls and resort to sloppy, makeout sessions with you, wanting to block the sounds he was producing. In between kisses, he whispers in between the kisses and breaths soft praises while he gently strokes his cock, yearning to be indulged in your warmth. The usual stoic expression wipes away like a spill off a kitchen counter, changing into a lolled expression, seeing your chest rise and fall rapidly. But the moments while you finish, he accompanies you, holding you close to his chest, muffled groans against his skin.

"Good job, sweetheart. We did it."

𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐭! 𝐌𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐥 who loves to cuddle with you after. This man loves sleeping on your bed while you play with his hair. He groans from the back of his throat, mimicking the sound of a cat purring. The vibrations return to you, creating a funny feel against your skin.

He denies and denies that he purrs, but the vibrations from his groans don't help his case.

He yaps in his sleep, too. He mumbles, barely coherent nonsense.

But you don't mind it as he sleeps like a dog (cat) on the floor.

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING DIFFERENT !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: oscar piastri wasn’t usually like this, but she was so lost in her feeling that all she could do was listen to him.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, pwp, mean dom!oscar (heavy on dom), fingering, brief mention of overstimulation, orgasm denial, dacryphilia, short smut because i just wrote this lol

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it was as if she had lost her lungs from writhing and whining. 

her legs violently shook as she came for the fifth time tonight, her eyes glistening with overwhelming pleasure and her mouth letting out nothing but a silent whine. her body was on fire from the endless orgasms she had gotten through the night.

yet oscar piastri kneeled in front of her with his thick cock still stiff as ever, his chest rising as his head beaded with sweat. he looked at her as if he hadn’t just fucked her brain out for ages. 

he wasn’t usually like this. he looked like a man on a mission— a mission to give his girlfriend endless orgasms until she’s unable to walk for a whole month. he just came home from a long double header and here he was now— waiting for her to calm a little bit before his fingers started to touch her glistening cunt again.

he watched her cunt clench around nothing, licking his lips when her cum dripped down to her puckered hole. his fingers slowly pressed and rubbed on her clit, eliciting a mumble of, “too much, ‘scar,” from his partner as he shushed her softly. 

he wasn’t like this. he would’ve allowed himself to cum after she’d cum all over his mouth and fingers— now he expected her to cum all over his cock repeatedly and have her beg for it. 

he wasn’t this demanding either. if anybody would dare ask what the fuck happened to the quiet and polite oscar, his girlfriend would answer with a shrug… should she come back from her high by then. 

“gonna fuck you more, baby,” he murmured, his fingers traced on her lips before sliding two fingers inside her cunt. 

she squealed, “o- oh! fuck!” pressure built up in her lower stomach as oscar’s fingers curled up against her sensitive spot. 

“oscar, ‘s too much, too- hah! fuck! ‘s too much!” her legs began to kick away from him, but his other hand had pushed her down to where she was and his fingers relently fucked her cunt. 

“you got one more,” he muttered and looked at her firmly, “stay still.”

“os- it’s too much! please!” she pleaded. she didn’t even know what the fuck she was pleading for. all she knew was that her body was desperately writhing under his touch and her cunt was throbbing around his fingers. 

he tsked, “you have more in you, baby. don’t lie to me.”

“‘m not,” she sobbed, her voice jumping an octave as she cried out, “fuck— i’m cumming again, fuck fuck! shit~”

he crooned, “see? you’re a good girl f’me aren’t you?”

“fuuuuck~ oscar, please,” her eyes were shut tightly as she begged, “i’m gonna— oh my goooood~ can i-“

“can you what, princess?” oscar’s face feigned innocence, yet his thoughts were nothing but sinful as he smirked and fucked her. “tell me. can you what?” 

“can i- i-“ she was running out of words, eyes were letting go of her tears. 

she wasn’t sure if she hated this version of oscar or not. because oscar trusted her enough to show this side of him— the more assertive and dominant one. she loved him, really. 

but god was she so fucking frustrated that he wouldn’t finish her thought process already. he wouldn’t just tell her immediately to cum before she could even say it. he was fucking her relentlessly with his fingers and he was still expecting her to answer. 

she whined, uttering incoherent words as oscar tutted and demanded quietly, “i can’t read minds, baby. tell me what you want.” 

yet she let nothing out, whining and shaking against his touch.

then… nothing. 

she almost cried when the pressure in her stomach faded away immediately, her eyes opening quickly as he looked at her with sheer disappointment in his face. 

she babbled, “b- but-“ 

“you weren’t listening, baby,” he laughed mockingly, pressing a sweet kiss that contrasted with his cruel words, “i told you. if you can’t tell me what you want i’m not gonna give it.” 

“os-“ her lips formed a deep pout as oscar scoffed. she was just so fucked out— she couldn’t find herself to even argue. 

“you should’ve tried harder, princess,” he murmured, “i would've let you cum again. and again. and again.” 

“but you didn’t listen,” he tutted again and clicked his tongue. “you’re so spoiled that you thought you could easily get things that you want without telling me, hm?” 

“‘s a good thing ‘m here,” oscar pulled her hips closer to the edge of the bed, the tip of his cock prodding at her wet cunt. 

she whimpered at the feeling, wriggling against him before his hand slapped the side of her thigh. the impact left her moaning as he muttered, “you better start asking sweetheart— or else ‘m gonna have to fuck the word ‘please’ out of you.” 

so much for a quiet, polite man. 

he was so different that she wasn’t sure if she had the answer for the sudden change, either. all she knew was that she needed to behave and be vocal if she wanted to cum on his cock. 

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan @topguncultleader @enhacolor @roseandtulips @woweewoowa @magnummagnussen

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[anantaru]

any starrail character with breeding kink

cw. jing yuan + breeding, fem! reader

there was rarely an incentive to leave the bed this week, but jing yuan quietly feared that he would turn utterly enchanted by you if he doesn't go to work already— because, how come you're all warm and soft under his hands, and he wants to start a family with you, hankering over the thought to make it happen, just imagining himself being a father was enough to kiss you like a starved animal again, correlating a swelling demand.

jing yuan felt really good pressed against you, better when he lowers his lips to gnaw along the outline of your jaw, "right there?" a tease, quite well-pleased with himself as he rubs the tip of his member over your dripping hole, slow circling motions, easily creating a parted mouth on your face, a silhouette of a little surprised ‘o’ for a moment before you discern a dirty flicker in your lovers golden eyes, "you'll have me right there tonight."

you giggle, cheeks holding onto heat, exactly knowing what he meant by that little sentence, "you promise?" and you roll your hips into him barefaced and a teeny tiny bit smug, being aware that you'll feel it writhing against your stomach, mirroring your own movements as he fucks his cum into you.

jing yuan affirms you with a gentle smile before placing one palm against your hip, your soft skin shivering beneath his hands. "tell me if it's too much for you," he asserts, a glimmer of worry purled on top of his handsome countenance.

you nod firmly, closing your eyes and wrap your arms around his chest with your hands resting on his back, your heart rumbles in your chest and fuck, there really was nothing better than this, there simply couldn't be anything else that would make you feel this way. the mood changes, always being so warm and cozy later, sensitive and open for him, and jing yuan's own sweet excitement multiplies and heightens by a tenfold when he fucks himself into you at last, catching your needy, little pants huffing and puffing on his face.

you nibble on his bottom lip, suck on his tongue and let him use you, fuck you, pouring and sliding into you in a slowed, even manner, until he successfully overflows your insides, and then his cock pulses right inside you while you constrict on his girth.

jing yuan was perfect, yours.

he moans into your mouth, both catching sweet, tender tunes in tandem with each others movements, "oh fuck, fuck! you're so…" his breath shutters lightly, body screaming and convulsing, aching to already cum inside of you.

"i'm not gonna last long like this." his strong jaw was clenched and his blatant admittance was a clear turn on— in truth, you never wanted it to end, the more he roughly pumped and thrusted into you, bored his eyes over your lewd reactions while washing multiple shivers down your spine was haunting, tantalizing your entire figure for more of him. yet do not get fooled, he seems like he got lost in it as well, long-windedly groaning and panting and praising you.

the general swoops down to kiss you again, cutting off your quite limited space when you notice the piercing coil, the largely aching and built up bubble in your stomach snap into two pieces, and so did his, at the very same time.

you convulse around him, melting like butter, milking him dry and hard with all of your remaining energy, together worshipping and touching your faces to please please see your expressions become slowly screwed up with pin-pointed pleasure, eyes rolled back while he swiftly licks the drool dribbling down your chin.

you continue to clench around him strongly, pulling more out of jing yuan until he was practically empty, his warm, white cum stored inside of you, glistening, and you're all happy and fulfilled now, couldn't fathom that you even had this much of him in you.

but then, when it ends, both out of breath and feeling a little light headed, jing yuan collapses on top of your figure— one arm holding him up fairly enough so he wouldn't cut off your breathing space entirely, sweat stricken foreheads resting, suddenly putting a trembling hand on your belly and rubbing it in circles.

"just imagine baby."

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[fandoms-x-reader]

Wicked Phase! MC

Requested By: @kok0crunch

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Summary: The Obey Me! characters reactions to MC who goes through a wicked phase / evil cycle. The Demon Brothers & Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, + Solomon Word Count: 3,019 *Based on the anime: Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun*

A/N: Sorry if this isn't accurate! I personally haven't seen this anime, but I did do some research so hopefully it's close! I hope you enjoy it!

You worked religiously on the tasks that were given to you. Day in and day out, you were constantly trying to keep up with everything. But at the end of the day, there would somehow always be more work to do.

You were burnt out and exhausted. You were under way too much stress and you didn't know who to turn to. So, after your stress continued to build and build, you finally snapped.

You had a breakdown in which you entered a wicked phase / evil cycle. During which, your eyes glow red and you have a very intimidating aura.

Not to mention your complete personality change. Where there was once kindness and a bit of shyness, there was now ruthlessness and confidence that could kill.

Lucifer had heard rumors that certain humans could go through an evil cycle when their stress levels hit a certain level.

But he certainly didn’t expect it to happen to you.

He was at a loss for words when he watched a dark aura surround you. Your eyes glowed red, and he couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of gratification.

After all, they resembled his own eyes when he hit his limit as well.

In all seriousness though, your personality switch could pose some troubles for RAD.

He would love nothing more than to sit back and watch you dominate the school.

He was a known sadist and enjoyed seeing a side to you other than the kind and gentle side you always portrayed.

But, he had a responsibility to Diavolo to ensure that nothing bad happened at RAD. He was the enforcer of the rules when Diavolo couldn’t be there.

So, he made sure he was always by your side.

He didn’t say he wouldn’t let you have any fun. He would just be there to make sure that things didn’t get out of hand.

He feels proud as he sees you walking around the school so confidently.

He believed that you deserved every ounce of respect from others and he liked that you weren’t asking for it right now but demanding it.

He’ll do his part in helping you with your restoration, but he won’t forget this incident any time soon.

And he’ll make sure that his brothers give you enough breaks in the future so that you don’t hit your breaking point again.

Whether he admitted it or not, Mammon always saw you as his sweet and innocent human. 

He loved the way that you were always gentle with him and went to him for things that scared you.

He didn’t know that humans could go through an evil cycle when they were stressed out.

He always tried to do fun things with you, but he would have tried to help you manage your stress a lot more if he knew this would happen.

At first, your evil cycle scared Mammon.

Your intimidating aura and red eyes were a bit overwhelming. What really made him take a step back though was your complete personality change.

You became ruthless and assertive. You were harsh and straight-forward with your words and the usual kindness behind your eyes was lacking.

But, once the initial shock passed, Mammon was back to being your hype-man.

At the end of the day, you’re his human and you could never do any wrong in his eyes.

He likes the fact that you seem so much tougher so that he doesn’t have to worry as much about you getting hurt. 

"I dare ‘em to mess with my human right now,” will be a phrase he uses often as well as different variations of it. 

He will do any and every leisure activity that you like to do to restore you back to normal. 

It’s not that he doesn’t like you in your evil cycle phase. He just misses the way you would cling to his arm when walking down the hallways at RAD or the way you would tenderly stroke his hair after his brothers had decided to be particularly mean to him.

Levi is your number-one fan when it comes to your wicked phase.

He thought that it was something fake that he had read in a manga and seen in an anime.

So when found out that not only was it real but that his true friend was experiencing it, he was delighted.

He wanted to be there for every single moment of it. He was one hundred percent fangirling. It was as if one of his favorite animes were coming to life right in front of him.

He definitely took pictures of you with your dark aura and red eyes, thinking you looked so amazing.

He had so many questions he wanted to ask you, but you didn’t seem like you were in the mood to answer them right now. So, he would ask them after your cycle breaks.

Levi is like your own personal demon guide on evil cycles. He knows everything there is to know about them thanks to him being an otaku.

He knows all about how your personality shifts, but he is still surprised at how much it changed.

You were so assertive with him. He is used to your shy behavior so he’s a bit nervous to be around you when you were being so forward with him.

But he wasn’t going to let the introvert in him cause him to miss out on this possibly once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

He knows exactly how to help you with your restoration and is the only one who does it efficiently.

He’ll make sure to play games with you more often, among other things, to help prevent another evil cycle.

Satan understands snapping when under too much stress more than anyone else.

He is constantly fighting his dark side to avoid losing control, but sometimes it’s unavoidable.

Sometimes he gets pushed to the point where he can’t help it and he goes on a rampage.

When that happens, you’re the one who’s always there to help calm him down.

In return, he wants to be there for you during your wicked phase.

Let’s not forget that behind his polite and respectable personality, Satan is a demon.

A demon who finds it very attractive when he sees you with a dark aura and red eyes, confidence radiating off you.

He was never an angel, so being a demon was all he knew. He didn’t have the same reservations some of his other brothers had. 

So, he is one hundred percent supportive of your evil cycle. He doesn’t realize his mind is running rampant with fantasies of the two of you taking over the Devildom until you snap him out of his thoughts.

Maybe he’s been reading too many fiction books lately.

Either way, he doesn’t judge you at all for anything that is said or done during your evil cycle, and he enjoys it when he sees you being somewhat ruthless to others.

He’ll help you in any way you ask him to, even if that means helping with your restoration.

He doesn’t love you any less when you do return to normal, but now that he’s seen that side of you, he won’t forget it.

He’ll make sure to spend time with you more often to help you decompress.

Asmo doesn’t read manga or watch anime the way that Levi does. And he’s far too busy to sit down and be able to research humans the way Lucifer or Satan do.

If he wants to know something about humans, he’ll go directly to the source and ask you.

So, when your wicked phase started, Asmo had no idea what was going on.

He wasn’t sure if he should be concerned when your aura turned from one that was sweet to intimidating or when your eyes glowed a bright red.

The only thing he did know for sure was that the confidence that you were exerting was starting to stir him up.

He loved your sweet and innocent personality. It drove him crazy.

But seeing you so self-assured made his heart flutter and his words stutter. 

He’ll want to document the occasion with lots of pictures to show you off to others. You were so stunning, how could he not want to?

When it comes to you being ruthless, Asmo will have two very different reactions.

He tends to be ruthless when it comes to his words, so if you’re ruthless in the same way, he’ll admire you and maybe even give you some notes on what he would have added in.

If you’re ruthless more in the physical sense, Asmo will be more hesitant with your actions.

He doesn’t want you getting hurt. He couldn’t imagine you bruising your skin or breaking your nails just to fight a lowly demon.

Once Asmo finds out that your wicked phase was caused by stress, he’ll immediately set up a spa day to help you relax.

Beel has only ever seen you be kind and caring to others.

He would never think that the word “ruthless” could be associated with you in any way.

At least, not until you went through your wicked phase.

Your personality in your evil cycle was a head-turner for sure.

Beel thought you were perfect in every sense of the word. After everything you had done for them, how could he not think that way?

And those thoughts didn’t change even during your wicked phase.

He was certainly surprised when he saw you walking towards him with red eyes and a dark aura surrounding you. That would be enough to make anyone falter.

He wasn’t sure what was going on with you. At first, he thought that you had been cursed by a demon or a witch and he was filled with anxiety.

Once Beel was told that the situation was caused by you being under an immense amount of stress, he felt guilty that he and his brothers didn’t do enough to keep you from being so stressed out.

He doesn’t mind you in your evil cycle. You’re completely different, but at the end of the day, you’re still you.

He’ll do whatever he can to help with your restoration though and when you finally are back to normal, he’ll keep checking on you to make sure you don’t get that stressed again.

As much as Belphie doesn’t want to be like Lucifer, the fact is that he tends to be a sadist just like the eldest.

And he is as ruthless as the fourth-born could be.

So your wicked phase doesn’t bother Belphie in the slightest bit.

In fact, he quite enjoys the way that Lucifer and Diavolo are running around chasing after you to ensure that you don’t do anything you might regret later.

He loves watching you be assertive and demanding rather than letting yourself get pushed around by his brothers.

If he had it his way, he would always want you to stand up to his brothers like that.

Your dark aura does intimidate him a bit, mostly because in your evil cycle you are completely unpredictable.

But he likes that it also intimidates other demons. No one would think twice about messing with you when you were in this state.

When he finds out that you being under an immense amount of stress is what caused your wicked phase, Belphie turns from amusement to blame.

He will complain to Lucifer all day long about how it was his fault this happened to you because he and Diavolo insisted on giving you such a large workload.

Just the thought of how much work you have to do for them makes Belphie exhausted.

Once you're returned to your normal state, Belphie will insist on taking more naps with you.

He doesn’t mind you in your evil cycle, he just doesn’t like the fact that it’s caused by stress.

Diavolo didn’t know that such power and confidence could come from a human.

He had seen powerful spells from witches and potent curses from sorcerers. He had seen angels at their highest and mightiest and demons at their lowest and most ferocious.

But he had never seen anything like your wicked phase.

The Y/N he once knew was locked away deep inside of you, replaced with a darker, much more frightening version of you.

Diavolo already knew better than to push you to your limits, unlike the brothers, but he didn’t know that you could be this scary.

He’s very impressed with how ruthless and assertive you could be, your red eyes only enticing him further.

He was the ruler of the Devildom and yet you were walking around like you owned the place. It was hard not to imagine you ruling alongside him when you were doing so.

He understands that exchange students have a certain image to uphold though so he feels the need to get to the bottom of what happened.

When he finds out that this was caused by stress from the amount of work you’ve been having to do, Diavolo feels awful.

He’ll immediately help with your restoration in any way he can and he’ll demand that your workload is lessened and that you get plenty of breaks in.

He’ll keep a careful eye on you, making sure that your stress levels don’t reach the point where they cause you to snap again.

And he won’t be afraid to help you relax if he does feel like it’s getting to that point.

Barbatos has lived a very long life. And in that life, he has done many things. Things that he wouldn’t dream of telling you for fear of ruining your image of him.

He was used to darkness in his life. Torturing others had been his job multiple times in the past.

He was used to being ruthless and intimidating and just downright scary.

Though, he would never show that side to you.

You were the opposite of that darkness, your kind smile and bright eyes lighting up any room you walked into.

So when he saw you in your wicked phase, red eyes and a dark aura surrounding you, he was shocked.

His occupation was to remain calm in any situation and follow the orders that Lord Diavolo gave him.

So, he kept his outward reaction to a bare minimum. Simply taking in your appearance and looking to Diavolo for further instructions.

But on the inside, he was dying. He was torn between wanting to see your evil cycle in action and helping restore you.

He ends up doing the latter after Lord Diavolo gives him the order to do so.

He’ll now make sure that he is watching after you more carefully in addition to his responsibilities to Diavolo.

He’ll do his best to consistently bring you your favorite drink and will intermittently surprise you with your favorite snack or dessert to help you unwind.

Simeon doesn’t know how to react when he sees your normally calm and collected self storming down the hallway.

You always acknowledged him whenever you saw him. Your eyes would shine brightly as you smiled at him - a smile that always made his day better.

But today, you simply walked past him, paying him no attention.

Simeon had caught a glimpse of your red eyes when you were passing by and the dark aura you gave off was enough to send a shiver down his spine.

He immediately went to Lucifer to figure out what was going on.

When Lucifer explained that you were going through an evil cycle, Simeon’s first reaction was to keep Luke away from you.

He couldn’t imagine the lecture that you would get from him about demons if he saw you in this state.

And he was almost positive that you weren’t in the mood right now to receive such a lecture.

After properly distracting Luke, Simeon will track you down and attempt to help restore you back to your normal self.

He does find your sudden surge of confidence charming. He always thought you were the most attractive being in all three realms and it was about time you admitted it.

But, he would rather spend every day telling you how perfect you are than hearing you say it when you’re not acting like yourself.

When you are restored, Simeon will ensure that this doesn’t happen again.

He doesn’t care if the brothers think he’s being overbearing, they shouldn’t have let you get so stressed out in the first place.

Up to now, Solomon hadn’t heard of a human going through a wicked phase in real life.

He is well-versed in pop culture like Levi and is as studious as Satan, so of course he knew what an evil cycle was.

But he didn’t think it was real because he had never seen it.

When he saw it happen to you, Solomon was beyond curious as to what caused it.

He concluded that it must have been the constant stress and pressure that you were under. 

He had never been through one himself, but he was usually laid back.

He never would have been able to live this long of a life as a human if he didn’t find a way to cope with stress.

And as a fellow human, he wanted to help you through your wicked phase.

But, as a scholar, he couldn’t help but want to study it. He observed your threatening aura and shining red eyes. He noted your behavioral change down to a T.

If you ever got to this point again, he would be well-prepared on what to expect.

He was able to calm you down and help restore you using several different methods that he had heard about.

He isn’t as effective as Levi, but he does have a few tricks up his sleeve.

He won’t be afraid to tease you about your evil cycle later. He’ll tell you how assertive you were with him and joke about how he thinks the demons you live with are rubbing off on you.

[carolperkinsexgirlfriend]

Steddie Upside-down AU Part 27

Part 1  Part 26

Eddie drags the kiddie pool into the gym, cursing under his breath. This is such a waste of time. They have absolutely no proof Supergirl’s powers are even real, much less that she’ll be able to contact Steve on the other side.

“This is taking too long,” Eddie grumbles.

Uncle Wayne gives him a warning look from where he’s attaching extensions to the hose they’d dragged into the gym from the pool room. “We need to figure out where he is before we go in, guns blazing.”

“He’ll be in the trailer!” Eddie says heatedly. “Like I said!”

Wayne’s brows furrowed just like the last time he’d said that. Like the idea of rich boy Steve Harrington willingly hanging out in their trailer was too much for him to take on faith alone.

Joyce, not moving from her place next to Supergirl, smiles at him pityingly. “It’s going to be dangerous, sweetie,” she says, voice low. “We need to make sure that he’s still—”

“Alive?” Will asks. He’s sitting on the bleachers, smushed between all his friends, wringing his hands. Beside him, Mike grabs one of his hands, stopping him from bruising his knuckles with the force of his pulling. Will squeezes his hand hard enough that Mike winces. He doesn’t pull his hand away, just clutches his other hand onto his own knee. Eddie aches.

Joyce doesn’t answer, but she meets her son’s gaze, eyes shining, and that’s answer enough.

“He is,” Eddie asserts, barely feeling better when Will nods.

“We’re already set up, kid,” Hopper says, dumping pounds of what looks like salt into the pool. “A couple more minutes can’t hurt.”

Eddie shares a loaded look with Will. None of them understand how quickly things can go bad over there, how hurt Steve already was. They can’t feel the way there’s a tug in Eddie’s sternum, pulling him toward the other boy.

Joyce settles Supergirl into the pool, soothing her, holding her hand. The girl looks like an alien with the dark glasses obscuring her face, casting darker shadows onto her face in the already-dark gym. She looks like a corpse, floating there, with no

Then, it’s silence. And waiting. Eddie wants to scream at her, demand answers. What’s she seeing? Is Steve okay?

Even more so when the lights start flickering again. Eddie backs up on instinct, lowering his center of gravity to crouch in front of Will as the kid clutches at the loose hem of his pant leg.

The flickering stops as the girl gasps. The lights go out, making the water she’s floating in seem like a dark pit of oil. Eddie almost excepts the dark, grasping claw of the Demogorgon to come out of its depths and yank her down. It doesn’t.

“Is Steve okay?” Will calls, voice quiet. “Is he okay?”

She doesn’t twitch, like she didn’t hear him at all. The silence makes Eddie’s toes curl into the soles of his boots to keep him in place. He feels Will’s nails through the material of his pants as the kid holds on tighter. Their collective breathing, so loud in the silence, seems like it’s echoing off the vaulted ceiling.

Then, Supergirl speaks.

“It’s dark.”

Eddie pictures Steve, huddled into himself on Eddie’s bed, waiting for them to come back to him. Maybe he’s changed into a pair of Eddie’s clothes, his own covered with blood and grime. Maybe he’s snooping through Eddie’s things. He hopes Steve doesn’t look under his bed.

“Not here.”

It hits like a punch. He staggers a little, and another small fist clutches onto his shirt. Maybe Will’s other hand, maybe one of the other kids. He doesn’t look away from the pool to check.

“What do you mean ‘not here?’” Eddie demands.

There are tremors running through his whole body. He barely feels it, wonders if he’s inside his body at all, right now.  

“Big house,” Supergirl says.

“Oh, no,” Eddie says.

Eddie thinks of that poor dog that used to always be chained up three trailers down from theirs until the Parker’s packed their shit up and moved away. When approached, the dog would cower into the front porch it was chained to, making itself hidden and small. Eddie used to try to pet it, but there’s only so much a dog can take before it turns mean, starts snapping at anything that moves.

Everyone had thought the Parker’s had taken the dog with them. They’d all shaken their heads at the poor treatment but washed their hands of the business before doing a thing to try and help.

They’d found the dog three weeks later when the smell had gotten too much. It’d crawled under the porch and died. Even when home was full of monstrous thing, it’d still drug its body back there for its final resting place.

“I know where he is,” Eddie whispers.

That first night, Steve had dragged Eddie into his closet on instinct, like it was the only place they’d be safe. Like a dog slinking under the porch to die.

Eddie runs toward the pool, feels small hands try to hold on before they give way. He drops to his knees next to the pool, barely stopping himself from shaking the little girl floating inside it. He clutches the side, shouts down at her, “tell him we’re coming.”

“Your friends,” she whispers into the darkness of the gym, “they’re coming for you.”

She’s quiet for a minute, before saying, “he says to hurry.”

“Tell him to stay where he is,” Hopper says.

“Just hold on a little longer, Steve,” she says.

“Steve?” Eddie says, quiet like he’s still sitting beside him in Steve’s closet, knees knocking as his hanging clothes shroud them. “I’m coming.”

Then Supergirl’s yelling, “Steve!” on repeat, like he’s drifting away. Like she’s trying to get to him.

Eddie reaches in for her, just as Joyce does, their fingers tangling on the girl as they both pull her up and out.

“Okay, okay.” Joyce says, “I’ve got you. You did so good.”

“Is Steve okay?” Eddie demands. His voice comes out as a croak.

Wayne crouches down beside him, old knees popping, and clutches his shoulder. Eddie doesn’t take his eyes off Supergirl. She raises her head slowly, eyes filled with tears as she slowly raises her eyes and meets his gaze, looking like she’d rather look anywhere else.

She shakes her head slowly. “We have to hurry,” she says. “He is out of time.”

Part 28

[bluelockmaniac]

— ୨ৎ "TEDDY TITTY BEAR"

★ ft. toji x fem!reader 彡 wc: 0.6k

▯ notes. 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐲. fluff. slightly suggestive ending !

“my cute titty bear is back!” you yell excitedly, rushing towards toji and throwing your arms around his large body as he enters through the front door of your apartment. a cheeky smile etched its way across your face— one that he was all too familiar with.

he tilts his head to the side, narrowing his eyes as he tries to pry you off him, amused. “your what?”

he's been through this before; it was not the first time you've appeared before him with nonsense leaving your pretty, impulsive mouth. yet, perhaps it was your peculiarities that he secretly found endearing.

“what do you mean, my what?” you ask, tipping your head to the side with innocent, wide eyes, peering up at him through your fluttering eyelashes. you repeat your words, that teasing grin of yours still stubbornly refusing to abandon your lips. “i said, you're my cute titty bear.”

“what the fuck is a titty bear?” he shakes his head in amusement as his hand absentmindedly moves behind his head to scratch his thick nape. “look, princess,” he continues, “i know this is one of y’weird outburst episodes, but seriously, you gotta stop—”

“nuh-uh, i’m not repeating this again,” you huff, feistily grabbing his huge hand and dragging him to the living room. 

this time, you were taking the lead and he was letting you. he was just slightly intrigued. what were you planning on getting yourself into now? there was no harm in entertaining your shenanigans just this once, he thought.

he follows you with a grin playing at his lips, then sprawls comfortably on the couch with his legs spread.

you smirk, quickly settling yourself warmly on his lap, legs straddling his waist as you assertively slam your palms against the backrest of the couch, one hand beside each of his shoulders, caging him in with your arms.

“oh?” he raises his brow, staring at your sly expression nonchalantly as one muscular arm encircles your waist, his other hand pinching the bridge of his nose. “don’t act so smug, princess. i still need an explanation, y’know?”

you hum softly, then, without warning, slide your hands up his chest, guiding them to either of his breasts and shamelessly squeezing them simultaneously.

“look.” squeeze. “at.” squeeze. “them!” squeeze. 

he flinches, inhaling sharply out of surprise as his mouth falls agape at your brazen stunt. sure, you’re undeniably crazy, and confident, but to boldly squish his chest with that mischievous grin dancing unashamedly on your lips? he had clearly underestimated you.

“girl,” his fingers gently gripping the soft flesh of your hips, his eyes wordlessly demanding answers. when you only giggle in response, he moves his hand to grip your chin, thumb dragging along your plump lips. “you’re insufferable.”

your eyes crinkle devilishly, “but you love me?”

“ya know it.” he grumbles, his voice soft as he holds your head and presses a kiss to your forehead, then to the corners of your lips.

“then can you take off your shirt pl—”

“no.”

“i need to see your—”

“no. perv.”

“but i wanna bite—”

he groans, his patience wearing thin, and without another word he silences you with a rough kiss on the lips, which predictably worked like a charm. “you’re crazier than me, y’know?”

you nod your head in response as pink creeps up your cheeks, “and you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?”

“i wouldn’t.” the two of you silently stare at each other for a few seconds. it was a comfortable silence— almost as if you both were falling in love for the first time again. almost.

“alright, enough,” he yawns loudly, interrupting the silence, the romantic atmosphere abruptly fading away. he stands up and throws you over his broad shoulder effortlessly, earning a squeaky gasp from you. “time to show this stuck-up princess what this titty bear can do, ‘kay?”

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒:

"h-hey, toji, calm your tits!"

"nah princess, you asked for this first."

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[astrid-sorensen]

Did I hurt you? Joel Miller x f!reader

Word count: 1,115

Genre: Hurt + comfort, angst, some smut

Warnings: sex, injury detail caused by a human, no use of y/n, rushed ending

MASTERLIST

When you and Joel spend the night secluded on patrol, Joel is in for a surprise when he finds out just how rough he can be.

･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･ ⋆｡°✩･ﾟ ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･

Snow littered across the hillside, you and Joel were saddled at the ready as you left the lookout. An vacation cabin now old and forlorn. Brisk dawn had cracked along the clouds, your journey back to the commune just beginning after a short stay there on patrol.

You and Joel had been partnered up for a year or so now, exchanges growing more and more, little by little. Companionship cultivated naturally until you both began to feel something more between the lines. Something tender. Something innocent. It was measured initially, quick 'how are yous?' And 'don't walk too far.'s.

But soon enough it evolved, lengthy nights camping up in the former main lounge. Talking about anything and everything. Secrets you'd never even admit to yourself, coming to the surface and pooling into the cold idle air.

Your body would be wrapped tightly in your sleeping bag as rum you'd shared earlier, the embers still crackling at your insides.

Except, last night was unlike anything you've done before. Lust overpowered your sweet conversation. A quick run in to some desolate clickers, made you see Joel unlike anything else before.

Quick, get behind me now.

The words still echoed through your mind. His muscular limbs shoving you behind him whilst he aimed and fired. Two swift bullets in each.

Joel had a protective nature, not just in his size and strength, but in his biology too. Although he had never been this demanding, never this assertive when it came to keeping you safe. You were conscious something had metamorphosed.

After setting up for the night and shotting a few gulps of the harsh, firey liquor, Joel was on you. His frame trapped you beneath him his fingertips holding your hips still as he grinded passionately against you. He was needy, desperate and completely love-drunk. His cold lips dragging across your own, to your jaw, neck and then breasts. There was no question in what he was after. Frantic, wet thrusts of his hips down into you, the only thing separating you from the icy cold air that filled the room all the way to the high ceilings was Joel's searing body. Your hands locked into the messy ash strands that covered his head, begging for more.

After your long trek back to base, you and Joel rolled in for the night. Choosing to go back to his for some hot food and a quick shower. Ellie now fast asleep in her room across the hall. Your routine was always the same, you washed first then Joel. You now lay spread across Joel's chest, with the body Joel had grew to know the past few weeks. Joel's hand washed over your side, a sharp intake of air shot through the gaps in your teeth as you winced. Joel's face hardened, his lines deepening. Before you could say anything else, he lifted your old cotton shirt to expose the flesh.

Blotches of purple and blue littered the wounded skin of your hips. A few stray ones covered your arms and waist. Handles for Joel last night as he ploughed his hips into yours. Not leaving room to breathe as his wet trusts became sloppier. The clap of your flesh on each other echoing out through the Jackson lookout.

Joel eyes stopped at the scores and impressions he had left.

"Fuck,"

You shook you head with a smile smile, no. His hands still pulled off you, as if he had touched something boiling hot.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He searched you face for something, anything. But you just looked back indifferent, offering a small curl on the corner of your lips.

"No, no, it was amazing. I mean for my first time, I can't imagine it being any better."

"Y-Your?" Joel got up, pulling on his jacket that he'd thrown across the floor after coming in the warm Jackson home. Silence graced the house, nothing except the short huffs of the 50 year old.

"Where are you going?"

"For a walk."

"Okay lemme come with you." You interjected but the sentiment was not returned.

"No." Joel shot back. “I wanna go alone."

"Are you mad at me?"

"It's not you." His footsteps didn’t halt, sifting through the garments left on the floor for the ones he had on earlier.

"Joel, c'mon."

"Are you serious right now?" His icy stare froze you to your core, you’d seen him furious before, but never directed towards you. His southern accent laced with malice.

"Joel," you tried, tone soft as if it would somehow calm him down. His deep scowl not wavering.

"Why didn't you tell me?” He quizzed, gingerly.

"I just, "

"You told me we didn't have any secrets." His deep chocolate irises looking at you delicately as they bore into your own, leaden ones.

“I was embarrassed. Joel, I'm sorry. Please don’t go.”

His head tipped back, a deep sigh leaving his nostrils. You knew his was just building the courage to leave. He hated when you would beg him. Almost never able to not comply to your request.

"Settle down, Baby." Joel shifted to face you.

“I'll sleep on the couch. I'll give you space. Anything." The words tumbled off your tongue like a spell.

"I'm not go gonna go anywhere. M'sorry I woulda never let it happen like that if I knew it was your first time." Joel sat beside you on the bed, pulling your bare legs over his lap. The rough pads of his fingers, slid back and forth along your leg.

“I shoulda taken my time, got you really comfortable. Woulda been on a bed for a start, not on some fucking floor in the middle of nowhere." Joel turned his head, shaking it in disbelief.

"Joel, it's okay. It's what I wanted."

"You don't know what you wanted. You ain't never done it before then.” His words sharp and annoyed.

"I know. But I know I wanted you." Your hand moved to hold his bicep, the muscle naturally flexing beneath you light grip.

“No more goddamn secrets. Got it?" He appearance was stern, but his big loving eyes were otherwise. There was alway warmth in those golden orbs.

"Yes Joel." 

You grabbed a pillow hopping off the bed.

"Mmm, mmm." The male hummed, grabbing you by your wrist and halting your movements. You turned back eyes wide with surprise. "You think I'm gonna take a girls virginity and then make her sleep on the couch?" He inquired, amazed. “What kinda man do you take me for?" He smiled out softly. He moved you over to the bed, turning off the bedside lamp before getting under the covers, the other side.

[da-rulah]

"oh, and my love, did i mistake you as a sign from god?" from sleep token's the summoning >:33 could i rq cardinal copia?? sfw / nsfw idm just wherever your creativity takes u!! <33

This song gives me all the vibes. And for Cardinal Copia, this is what I got out of it. I'm sorry if it's not your thing but I couldn't think of anything else that fit this lyric better... This got a little kinky😈

NSFW 18+, MDNI! Cardinal Copia x f!reader

TW: dom/sub dynamic (f dom), dominatrix, control, power play, ropes/bondage, cum play, emotions and soft domination.

Copia's neck was starting to hurt, his head bowed down and staring at the stone floors of the chapel beneath his knees. His hands remained behind his back, arms tied from his elbows to his wrists in red shibari ropes.

But he knew he wasn't allowed to look up. Not yet.

He heard your heels on the stone, and naturally his body tensed in welcome anticipation. He'd waited patiently for you to come back to the chapel after stripping him down, tying his arms and instructing him to stay put while you'd gone to slip into something more comfortable. Of course, making him wait was all part of it; to make him uncomfortable, antsy, nervous.

You came to stand in front of him, stepping between his spread knees to make sure he could see the heels you'd put on. He'd be getting more acquainted with them soon...

He was already painfully hard, his mind racing as fast as his heart thinking of all the things you might do to him, that you'd done to him in the past. He could never get enough of you, like a drug he was terminally addicted to. You would be the death of him...

But this was his release. His job was so demanding, so stressful and he had to be the authoritarian he was crafted into as a Cardinal. All of that went out the window during playtime with you... He could let go, let someone else take charge for him and literally beat the tension out of him if that's what he needed. But there was a complication...

He was becoming too obsessed with you. You were the most beautiful woman in the world to him, the perfect mix of cruel dominatrix and soft lover. He kept finding excuses to be around you day to day, just to catch glimpses of you if that was all he could get. Other times, he'd specifically call for your assistance on a task, just to spend time with you. He knew this was purely transactional on both sides and yet, he was falling into a trap...

"You haven't moved, have you?" your voice sounded so assertive, particularly in the stone setting of the chapel - which you'd locked up for tonight so as not to be interrupted. This was a fantasy of his, to be overruled in the one place he was supposed to have the most command. Lucifer would certainly approve.

"No, ma'am," he confirmed, his voice quaking a little.

"Good." You lifted one of your feet, placing it flat onto his thigh and gently applying pressure with your stiletto hell. Copia winced, but his cock twitched between his legs, precum dripping to the stone floor.

And of course, you noticed.

"You're making a mess, Cardinal. Maybe you should clean that up, hm?" It was a rhetorical question, more of an order than a suggestion. And he knew how you worked by now. You stepped backwards and watched with a smirk as he shuffled backwards, dipping his body down without the use of his hands to keep him steady. His face hovered above the stone floor, his tongue darting out to lick at the mess like a cat lapping at a saucer full of milk.

You were very pleased with the Cardinal's progress from your first session together. He'd never been outright defiant, more like inexperienced. Not at sex - far from it - but at letting go, and understanding what you were asking of him without being direct. He'd come leaps and bounds since then.

"Such a good boy," you praised as he finished, still never looking up at you. You hadn't given him permission yet...

You stepped back a few paces, up the first step in front of the pulpit. "Come here."

He walked on his knees towards you, wincing at the pain and stopping short of the step, too awkward to lift his knees but he had a feeling you wanted him beneath you.

Slowly, you raised your heel again, this time lifting his chin with the toe and allowing him to look up at you. His eyes travelled the length of your leg, dreamily observing the stockings you wore for him, held up by suspenders that sat over a stunning black lace bodysuit. He took in every curve, slowly marvelling as saliva pooled in his mouth until finally, he looked up to see your stunning face, beautifully lit in the candlelight and framed by the incredibly intricate stained glass windows behind you.

You were like an oil painting, more beautiful than if Michelangelo himself had painted you. And with the backdrop behind you illustrating his fantasy playing out, it was sending him spiralling.

To him, you were a damn succubus... A demon sent for him and him alone to tempt and defile. He'd allow you anything you wanted from him, follow any command.

"Forgive me for speaking out of turn..." You straightened up at the sound of his voice, glaring down at him. You hadn't given him permission to speak, nor asked him a question that warranted an answer. But you were intrigued...

He'd never spoke out of turn before and frankly, you were curious to see what was so important that he must tell you and suffer the consequences of disobedience.

"You have never look so bewitching... I-I'm all yours, body and soul."

Your eyes widened, taken aback completely. Of all the things you expected, that absolutely was not one of them. You had no smart retort, nothing to say in response at all. Instead, you did something you had never done before, crossing a boundary you set when terms were agreed upon on day one.

You crouched in front of him, meeting his eyes. You could see the fear in them, almost regret as he swallowed his fear and readied himself for the inevitable punishment for speaking without permission. But instead, you moved some of his hair away from his face with gentle touches, then tilted his chin up a little to make it easier to plant your lips to his.

Kissing was a big no-no. You shouldn't have done it, but you felt so drawn to him, compelled to give him a part of you like he just had.

He didn't hesitate to kiss you back, quickly overcoming his shock in favour of savouring something he was sure you would probably never do again. It ignited something within you, a fire raging in your body. You couldn't help escalating it, your kisses turning desperate. Copia wanted nothing more than to hold you close to him, to pull you into him and take you on the chapel floor with an equal balance of power; even if it were just for one night...

But his hands were still tied, and you had a scene to play out. He was sure you'd snap out of it soon and punish him harder than you ever had. Perhaps you'd call this whole thing off, and he'd never get to be with you again. The thought terrified him.

You pulled back from the kiss, your hands wrapped around the back of his neck and forehead pressed to his. You sighed, twirling your fingertips in the locks of hair at the nape of his neck. It was growing out - you liked that.

"Copia..." you breathed, chuckling softly at the absurdity of the situation you found yourself in. Feelings were never supposed to factor into this, but you'd be lying if you tried to tell yourself there wasn't something there. "We should talk," you whispered, finally meeting his eyes.

"Maybe another time, when I'm not kneeling at your feet with my arms tied behind me?" he laughed quietly, shy and unsure of himself.

"Oh, of course..." you moved to untie the ropes behind him, but eh stopped you. "N-no... Please," he begged, "I need this. I-I... don't want you to stop."

You stopped fiddling with the knot, resting your palms on his shoulders and searching his face for any sign that he wasn't sure about this. But there was nothing but pleading; he still wanted this, and so did you. This was as much of a release for you as it was for him. There was plenty of time to talk later.

"Whatever you need," you curled your finger under his chin, lightly tilting it up as a gentle re-introduction into the scene. "Now... do not speak again until you are asked to. Understand?"

He nodded, knowing better than to verbally respond.

The scene in the Chapel continued, but neither of you could deny the little extra softness in your dominance that night. You were more careful with him, less brutal. Still lording over him as he wished, still assertive and clearly in power.

But your harsh persona had turned into something softer, slower in every move you made. Copia couldn't help but be even more in awe of you, watching you take control of him in such a delicate way that felt more fuelled by passion than anything you'd ever done together before.

He was more sure now than ever that you had been moulded in the image of the darkest, most beautiful goddess.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Yandere John Shelby Would Include:

He's a possessive and obsessive type, especially when it comes to the one he's obsessed with. He has a tendency to be protective and controlling, often going to great lengths to keep you close and ensure your safety. He can also be quite manipulative, using charm and charisma to get what he wants.

He's fiercely loyal and dedicated to the one he loves, but he can also be jealous and suspicious. He may act cold and distant, but deep down he has a sensitive side. He doesn't hesitate to use violence or intimidation to protect the one he cares about.

He's also prone to fits of jealousy and anger, especially if he perceives any threat to your relationship or if someone else gets too close to you. He can be quite passionate and intense in his affections, sometimes to the point of being overwhelming. He has a strong need for validation and reassurance, often needing constant affirmation of your love and loyalty.

He sometimes struggles with his own insecurities and doubts, which can lead to moments of vulnerability and clinginess. He tends to have a strong sense of ownership over you, seeing you as his property rather than an equal partner.

Another aspect of his yandere behavior is his tendency to be overly possessive and controlling in all aspects of your life, not just your romantic relationship. He may try to dictate who you spend time with, what you wear, what you do and don't do, and even where you go. He often sees himself as the ultimate authority in your life and may struggle to accept any decisions you make without his input or approval.

He has a habit of keeping tabs on every aspect of your life, often monitoring your activities and interactions with others closely. He may even resort to stalking you or hacking into your devices to keep track of your online activity. He’s also extremely territorial and believes that he owns you, often reacting aggressively to perceived threats or challenges to his claim on you.

He can be quite possessive of your time and attention, getting angry or upset if you want to spend time with others or do your own thing. He'll try to limit your social interactions or make it difficult for you to keep in touch with friends and family.

He also tries to test your loyalty, setting up elaborate scenarios or creating fake issues just to see how you respond. Despite his possessive behavior, he can also be fiercely protective, always willing to stand up for you and defend your honor.

He's also likely to have a deep-seated fear of abandonment, which can lead to clinginess and possessiveness. He might get distraught if you even hint at leaving him or if you're not giving him enough attention.

He's surprisingly good at masking his true feelings and behaviors when around other people, especially if he perceives it as a risk to his relationship with you. He can be quite charming and charismatic in public, but it's all a facade, hiding his darker side. He's likely to be quite possessive and protective, subtly asserting his claim on you even in front of others. He might also try to keep a close eye on you when you're interacting with other people, ready to intervene if he perceives any threat or competition.

He's someone who constantly needs reassurance and validation - he craves it like oxygen. He might often ask you to reassure him that you love him, that you're not going anywhere, and that he's the only one for you. He can be extremely insecure and paranoid about losing you and will demand constant affirmations of your feelings for him. He'll also try to reassure you constantly that he loves you and that he's the best person for you.

When you do fight, he can be quite intense and stubborn. Fights with him can be emotionally charged and heated, particularly if he's feeling insecure or threatened. He'll likely have a hard time backing down and will push back fiercely, refusing to admit any wrongdoing on his part. He's also likely to play the victim, trying to shift the blame onto you and make you feel guilty for upsetting him. He can also be surprisingly manipulative, using guilt trips and emotional blackmail to get you to back down first.

Rewards for him are likely to come in the form of physical affection - hugs, kisses, and intimate moments. He might also shower you with gifts and tokens of his affection, especially if he's trying to win you back after a fight or if he's feeling particularly insecure. He might also take you on special dates or outings as a way to show his appreciation and affection. He's very focused on making sure you're constantly reminded how much he cares.

His punishments tend to be a mixture of emotional manipulation and displays of jealousy or anger. He might give you the silent treatment, make you feel guilty, or get openly angry or frustrated with you. He might also threaten to end the relationship or isolate you as a way to get you to do what he wants. Sometimes, his punishments might also be more physical - he might grab your arm roughly, or even lash out physically. But his main tactic is definitely emotional manipulation.

His family is likely to be very supportive of his behavior, either willfully ignoring or even encouraging his more toxic tendencies. They might brush off his controlling behavior as his way of showing love, or even suggest that you need to be more understanding and compliant to keep him happy. They might also enable him by covering for him or making excuses for his actions, rather than calling him out on his problematic behavior, unlike Ada. They could also be completely unaware of the true extent of his possessive and obsessive nature and see it as normal love and care.

He's someone who absolutely craves physical affection. He'll constantly be seeking out ways to touch you, whether it's through hugging, holding hands, caressing, or even more intimate contact. He might also demand constant hugs and kisses, and get upset if you don't give him enough affection or attention. He's always trying to keep physically close to you, almost like he can't bear to be apart from you for too long.

Dates are likely to be carefully planned out and meticulously controlled by him - he'll want to choose the places you go to, the activities you do, and even the food you eat. He'll often insist on picking you up and dropping you off, not allowing you to arrange your own transport or independence. He can be very romantic and charming during the dates, doing things like showering you with compliments and gifts, but there's always an undercurrent of possessiveness and control. He's likely to get upset if the date doesn't go exactly as he pictured in his head.

For him, marriage would be all about solidifying his control and ownership over you. He'd be insistent on having a big flashy wedding, with all the bells and whistles - a way to proudly proclaim publicly that you're his. But behind closed doors, he'd likely want to keep the power dynamics of your relationship firmly in his hands, with you entirely dependent on him and submissive to his will.

He'd want you to have as many children as possible, mainly to further bind you to him and extend his control over you. But he'd likely be extremely possessive and jealous of any new arrivals, seeing them as threats to his position as the primary focus of your attention. He might even try to use the kids as a way to manipulate and control you, using them as leverage to make you do what he wants. He'd expect you to be the primary caregiver, while he maintains the role of the breadwinner and ultimate authority figure in the family.

If you weren't able or didn't want to have children, he'd likely be really upset and might even see it as a betrayal. He'd probably try to pressure and manipulate you into changing your mind, arguing that having children would make your relationship even stronger and more fulfilling. If you didn't cave in, he might try to use emotional blackmail or even accuse you of not being truly committed to the relationship. It would be a major point of contention and might even lead to big fights and emotional outbursts on his part.

"You are mine, understand? You belong to me. I won't let anyone else near you. They're all worthless compared to you. I have total control over you, and you will do whatever I say. You're nothing without me, and you're nothing to anyone else. You're going to stay right here by my side, where you belong."

Erotic humiliation - The idea of being degraded or treated as a mere object of lust during sex is a significant turn-on for him.

Hair pulling - Gripping his or your hair, either tenderly or roughly, during sex is a classic move that never fails to excite him.

Phone sex - Describing intimate acts over the phone, hearing your reactions, and imagining your responses is an intoxicating form of foreplay.

Cuckolding - Watching you crave and receive attention from another, knowing he's the only one who truly owns you...it's a complex, dark fantasy that draws him in.

Breath play - Cutting off oxygen flow through choking or breath restriction, the high from being pushed to the brink of unconsciousness is indescribable.

[dearharriet]

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If you were less drunk, you’d be abashed about flirting so openly in front of Remus, but you’re not. He’s watching you lean into the man’s advances from the bar booth you’re both sitting in, a mean look brewing behind his eyes. You’re praying to god it’s jealousy. At least then he’d feel something for you.

“Real pretty get-up you’ve got on, babe,” the guy is saying, and you’re just sober enough to know he’s staring at your chest as he says it.

“Looks even better on the floor,” you tell him. It’s a cheap response, but he perks up anyway. Remus spins his beer on the sticky booth table, sighing irritably.

The stranger has a silky smooth voice, one that seems to smooth over other, less admirable traits in your mind. He says, “I can make that happen,” and you hear a promise, not a boast. You also don’t notice in his towering over you that he’s tampering with your drink.

Remus isn’t nearly as entranced. He’s on his feet in a second, whipping the man away from you by the collar of his button-up shirt.

“Hey—?”

Cutting him off with a vicious shove, Remus bites, “fuck off out of here. I know what you want.”

You stand then on wobbly legs, approaching the growing scene. Remus was clearly jealous, but you never assumed he was the violent type. He looks ready to crack teeth at this point, and the man still hasn’t left.

“Remus, what—?”

He turns to you with wild eyes, holding up a hand to keep you at bay.

“You stay there,” he says, and the anger he held for the man has ebbed away. He points to your cocktail on the table. “Don’t drink that, okay?”

Blinking, you frown at him. Something about his behavior makes you uneasy, but he’s your friend. You’d trust him over any stranger.

“Hey,” he snaps, demanding your hazy attention. “Did you hear me? Don’t—”

“Don’t drink it.” You nod.

From there all you can do is watch him shred the poor guy apart until Sirius and James finally notice something is wrong from their place at the bar. By then you have a pretty good idea what happened, and you feel sick to your stomach thinking about it.

James keeps you company while Sirius and Remus get the guy thrown out on his ass, and then they both reconvene at your shared booth. Most of the girls have come to see what happened, too, but Remus shooes most everyone away.

“Fucking pig,” Marlene mumbles, petting your hair gently before leaving a small kiss there. She looks to one of the boys, though you’re too busy picking at your nails to know which one. “I can make sure she gets home?”

“I’ve got her,” he replies, and you’d know Remus’ voice anywhere.

Marlene and the other two boys seem to accept this fact easily, though Sirius stops Remus before leaving.

“Go easy, yeah?” he says. “It wasn’t her fault.”

Remus doesn’t reply, but when he takes James’ place beside you his eyes are much calmer than before.

“Hi, dovey.” His hand comes up to rub your back. “You ready to go home?”

Sniffing, you nod slowly, still quite drunk and lethargic. Remus helps you out of the booth, carting you to the door with careful touches.

“It’s okay, Remus,” you assert, feeling more embarrassed by everyone’s worrying than anything now. “You’re not going to hurt me. I’m fine.”

Remus looks down at you with conflict coating his features.

“That was really close, Y/N. I almost didn’t see him do it.”

“But you did,” you correct. “And thank you, by the way.”

He shakes his head. “Don’t thank me. Not for that.”

Pushing the bar door open, he ushers you out into the mild night. It’s not cold, but his arm slung protectively over your shoulders is a relief anyways. Outside the safety of the bar, the man might be lurking somewhere. The thought makes you curl further into Remus, shivering.

“Remus?”

You can tell he’s in the same line of thought as you, because his head is on a swivel, checking behind you periodically. He hums in response to your question.

“If we’re going to my place, would you stay with me? In case he’s following us.”

You’d like to tell yourself the man wouldn’t, but you’re not sure you can put anything past him. Again, Remus appears to think the same.

“‘Course. I'll probably sleep better that way, anyways.”

In your drunken mood, you can’t help the way your heart squeezes at Remus’ doting. It’s a fiery feeling, to be cared for as if you’re an extension of himself, to have witnessed the sharpness of his affection in real time. It’s the barest human decency, but you suspect it was rooted in a much more complex emotion. Or perhaps that’s wishful thinking.

“Okay,” is what you finally say, flagging your thoughts for a later date, when less pressing matters than your safety are on the table. For tonight, it’s enough to let Remus walk you home, and to fall asleep under the warm blanket of his protection.

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very old n long draft of carmen berzatto. nsfw under the cut :-)

you were unburdened by talent and high-strung— a baker by association and absolutely clueless in the kitchen.

“aren’t you supposed to be good at this?” richie would remark, evincing an expression that united both quizzical and concerned.

“i never said that.” you glared down at your massacre of fat, jagged chunks of carrot. gory evidence weighed tightly around your fingertips in the form of sticky, fabric bandages. you come from a family of professionally trained pastry chefs— you had been force-fed sweet spoonfuls of in doubt compotes and tested freshly-filled cream puffs your entire life. you didn’t know the first thing about julienne and chiffonade. what you did know it was too much to live up to.

“fuck off.” the bass of his voice is wired and terse— loud and directed at his cousin. but to you, carmy’s voice is tender.

“s’okay, chef. let me see.” an amused and benevolent grin splits his lips as he perches a set of scarred fingertips upon your elbow. your method of ‘attack’ on the ill-fated vegetable is adjusted and your slices are thin again. “just like that, chef.”

you needed this job. you were strapped for cash and employment rates were at an all-time-low but you were a hard-worker and a quick learner, or at least that’s what you had told carmen berzatto in an attempt to plead your case. you had stared hopefully up at him from the chair in his office, all wide-eyed and bushy-tailed. your pencil skirt was short and the kitchen was unbearable. he couldn’t say no.

“‘attagirl, chef.” ��easier like that, huh, chef?” “you like that, chef?” “doing so good, chef.”

you needed this job— it was a mantra that needed repeating at least ten times a day. you needed this job… bad. he was your boss, and unfortunately, the star-crossed crushing of it all made it all the more enchanting. it took bloody palms and searing hot pans on sensitive, bare flesh in one day for him to provoke the insufferable desire. “such a clumsy girl,” he’d jeer, and you’d positively melt.

you’d laugh suspiciously hard at his jokes and he would ignore the alien crater in his gut each time you stood close enough for him to get a whiff of your fragrance— herbs and pepper and vanilla extract, but you, nonetheless. he’d comp you a meal on particularly demanding days and wave off the disembodied crowd of complaints about nepotism and threats of hr visits coming from the rest of the staff. you were his favourite, and it was no secret.

“you’re in today?”, “you’re still here?” or even "get a life, for fuckssake," were too phrases you heard too often. the latter was richie's favourite. you handed out your days off and picked up overtime in the name of ‘i miss him and wonder what he is doing and can't breathe right every time we are apart’. a great cause, in your opinion.

“you know i’m not paying you for this, chef.” carmy satirized one particular night, a lazy smirk hanging onto the corners of his lips. this particular night, graced by whatever gods or receiving all of your good karma in one single sum, you were the only two left at the restaurant, paint buckets resting by your feet. “i’m past due for a bit of charity.”

trepidatious silence led to a bottle of wine which led to too many questions. you were a chatty drunk and he was an especially assertive one. painting walls meant scooping globs of white onto his slacks and then him, dragging it across your shirt. the wine, and even maybe even the fumes, led to wrestling each other into a kiss, tossing your wet and gritty clothing to the floor. it all led to this unruly credence that is the control that carmen had on you. he spent many nights observing how malleable and pliant you were to his needs, to him.

it was dangerous for his ego.

it didn’t take barking an essay of a lecture or a spout of unsavoury words or even a snap of his fingers. it took a look— a simple glare that seethed ‘drop the attitude’. that was the thing about carmy; he didn’t have to rough you around to get his point across, he just liked to. that didn’t mean he wasn’t just as captivating when wallowing in fury— his big, taut arms would cross over his chest. he liked to rub his forehead with his large hands and comb threw his hair with his exceptionally thick fingers and you couldn’t help but soak threw your panties. in fact, it wasn’t a good day until carmy got worked up one way or another. he didn’t think the same of you.

you were too ardent for this kind of work— carmy knew it, richie knew it, the entire kitchen knew it.

“hi boss,” you sniffle at the end of a rather rowdy night. you find support in the doorframe of his office, shoulder smushed against the hardwood as you shot your senior a sad smile. your eyes were red and puffy. it was a wealth of chaos you had to get used to, and everyone had faith that you would.

“let me make it better.” carmy would call it a suggestion, but he was authoritative. your gaze was stupefied and watery with sweet, desperate tears. your head bobbed up and down sprightly.

“c’mon, big girl. use your words. we talked about this.”

“please, carm. make it better.”

he had you hoisted up onto his desk in no time, grip brawny on the undersides of your thighs, his weight heavy between your legs.

the ripple of his bicep each time he bullied his thick fingers into your slick walls went unmistaken by the tightness of his stark white t-shirt. you let out a long whine. carmen tuts, “you’re such a crybaby.”

his tongue was like molten, tracing the pulse of your neck, leaving behind a trail of his wet saliva. “s’okay, baby. you did such a good job today. i’m so proud of you.” the scent of mint chewing gum, cooking oil and cigarette smoke makes your brain short circuit, sputtering out helpless moans and whines. the sound was accompanied by of the tune of the desk being shoved into the weak drywall, cunt taking the brunt of abuse from his fist.

“repeat after me, m’kay?” his skilled and scarred fingers were stretching you wide. he didn’t have to fight to keep you still or use his weight to manoeuvre your legs open like he usually did— you welcomed the crippling pleasure you’d usually fight off and it made carmen practically shiver in realization. you finally learned how to take it like a good whore, he thought.

your boss dragged his nimble fingers in and out— gently tracing and prodding at the leaking hole. “i’m a good girl.”

[lescarbille]

Enchanted

Answer to : Send me a word and I'll write you a Carcar drabble

(Omegaverse / Regency AU)

Carlos has never liked balls.

Balls are nothing more than a vast masquerade set up to display wealth and power. The ugliness of high society is disguised behind blinding pomp, champagne gold glitter on purple macaroons, chandeliers in the gardens and exotic flowers as decoration.

Carlos has never seen so much jewelry and so many pretty outfits as at a ball, while some hide infamous gambling debts and deviant behavior.

Carlos is thirty years old, and balls are becoming an obligation. It is not a tragedy to be single at his age, but it sends the wrong message to society: frivolous morals, an Alpha with bad instincts.

Carlos remains sulky while omegas demand that he write his name in their ball book, preventing him from enjoying his red wine. He is just perfect, the rich and fruity coat on his palate, better than the gigantic comic play playing out before him.

“Aren’t you happy with all this attention, Carlos?” Charles Leclerc mocks as he places himself next to him. “I think the whole assembly is holding its breath waiting for you to dance with an Omega or better, marry one.”

“They can suffocate.”

Charles sniffs.

Charles Leclerc is married to a Dutch prince, Max-Émilian, they met during their first season and married two balls later, unable to take their eyes off each other. If Love had to be defined in the form of an image, Charles and Max-Émilian would be the portrait.

Charles is just coming back to enjoy the social season, reporting gossip to his husband with amusement. Sometimes he even plays matchmaker, but it’s purely for fun and to the nerves of high society.

“You are so difficult,” Charles mocks as he nudges him with his shoulder. “There are such pretty Omegas though, look at that one… He is a violinist, and an excellent dancer. His family isn’t very rich, but he has an interesting conversation.”

Carlos just drinks his wine, not interested.

He’s not looking for an Omega.

He doesn’t want to be there and doesn't want to get married.

He just wants to be quiet and at peace. So he runs away, he goes out into the gardens and looks for a corner of solitude, a peaceful place, away from the shimmering outdoor chandeliers and the fragrant flowers.

Hidden between tall bushes, he watches the moon and the stars. The stars are more soothing than all this ridiculous wedding fair, they’ve been here so long that they must have witnessed disaster and mismatched couples.

“Hey! What are you doing here!? It’s highly impolite to run away from a party like this."

Carlos turns to see who’s calling out to him.

Above his head, an Omega stands on a balcony. He has light brown hair that shines silver in the moonlight, brown eyes, and his status is shown by the pastel colors of his clothing, where Alpha and Beta males wear dark colors. His scent is also a clue : sweet chocolate, eucalyptus, and honey. A sweet scent, like all omegas, but with enough of a spice to it that it’s not unpleasant to his nose.

“Isn’t it dangerous for an Omega to be alone?” he retorts. "You seems to run away from the party too."

“I’m at home, and I’ve spent over ten minutes in the ballroom, that’s a record,” he asserts with undisguised sarcasm. “And I won’t have an ounce of guilt to defend myself if an Alpha with filthy manners decides to pick on me. You see, my book is heavy enough to knock one out.”

Carlos notices the book he’s holding, a veritable brick.

“You’re right above the library,” he says. “My safe haven in this ordeal. How’s it going down there? I heard there’s an extraordinary alpha coming up and all the mothers are in turmoil.”

“They are. I had to run.”

“So you’re that Alpha… I thought you’d be more cocky, more handsome too. Disappointing. They make me wear this awful outfit just for you. I dislike you from that moment and now you disturb my peace."

"You are the one who talks to me, you must not disliking me much."

"I'm trying to make you leave, without throwing my book in your face. I like this book."

Carlos can’t help but laugh as a smile grows on the Omega’s face, amused by his own repartee.

“Carlos, I'm enchanted to meet you.”

“Oscar.”

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So I just finished rewatching Succession (immediately after watching it for the first time) and it really is a show that demands multiple viewings. What struck me most this time around was that in your first viewing of the show, you're kind of set up to view Kendall as the default main character and the most likely "winner" but when you divorce yourself from that idea, you notice a lot more.

Because Roman snuck up on me as my favorite character during my first viewing, I wasn't really following his story as closely so the second time, I found myself following it a lot more and, bias aside, if any of the kids were to "win" in the end, it should have been him (although I absolutely wouldn't change the ending; I think it was perfect).

This is most clear to me in the final episode. Everyone talks about the scene where Kendall hugs Roman so aggressively that his stitches reopen and it's a great scene but what happens before it is really powerful too. When Kendall first sits in Logan's chair you see this very subtle discomfort on Shiv and Roman's faces like, "Oh no. What have we done?" but it's not enough for you to necessarily think they are going to betray him.

Then after Shiv leaves, Roman sees Gerri in the hallway and kind of breaks down. He says he doesn't want to go into the meeting and this eventually turns into, "It could have been me." It's a reminder that throughout all of season three and half of season two, Roman was actually the one doing the best work at the company. Why? Because he had an actual ally in Gerri. Kendall had his experience and sheer determination and Shiv had a false promise from Logan but Roman had actual, tangible support from someone with power. He and Gerri spend a bunch of time raising each other up and it actually works. She believed he could win. He believed she could get him there and if it wasn't going to be him, he wanted it to be her. But his messy feelings for Gerri is also the reason everything fell apart for him. Being reminded of what he could have accomplished got into his head.

Even his assertion at the end that everything is bullshit and they're all bullshit (echoed from the first episode) also kind of shows why he would do well at the job. Kendall believes he's entitled to it and is constantly shooting himself in the foot. Shiv lacks the experience and is incapable of loyalty. But Roman always knows deep down that it's all a silly game. He wants to win, sure, but he's able to bend to whatever needs to happen without letting it personally affect him. His emotions that he denies having are about individual people, not business. The fact that he has a genuine capacity for love means Logan views him as weak but it's that separation of emotions that makes him stronger than Kendall or Shiv who are constantly letting their feelings affect their business decisions. The one time Roman slips up on this, the dick pic, it takes him down completely, but that's so minor compared to all the times Kendall lets his feelings control him. Honestly if Logan hadn't been so horrified by it (and let's be real he seemed more horrified by the fact that Gerri is "old" than that his son is sending dick pics to employees) and Shiv hadn't been so determined to use it against her brother, it could have been nothing.

Of course, the "it's bullshit" attitude is also why Roman will be fine. Kendall and Shiv are in hell, and Roman is just chilling with a martini: kind of sad for what was lost, kind of nostalgic as martinis are Gerri's drink, but he'll be able to move on far better than his siblings.

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hi can you PLEASE keep going with your Jamie smut headcanons? we simply do NOT have enough and you’re the only one who’s giving us what we need😭

hi!! sorry it took me a min to reply to this, but okay, i'm thinking - bear with me here - dom!jamie in the bedroom *smirks* also, the gif has me feral

this is bout to be disgustingly horny thoughts, and you have been warned, so don't complain to me (that gif is making it so hard for me to focus)

OKAY so... dom!jamie - personally, i think he's a switch, but i'll get the sub aspect in a diff post :)

he's good at being dominant, ofc he is. he's assertive, confident, cocky, and drunk on you.

he'd get to you call him by a title - idk if it'd be 'daddy' necessarily, maybe 'sir'

makes sure there's a safe word - you chose sumn that would make you smile if he said it in his funny lil accent too - "broccoli" (aka 'broc-leh')

he's sitting on an armchair or sumn and he gets you to sit on his lap, your back pressed against his chest - only thing you're wearing is some cute underwear

his voice is low and deep as he whispers in your ear, "be a good girl for me, yea?"

one hand snaking down your body to squeeze your thigh, and the other up your body to wrap around your neck as he pulls you back so your head is on his shoulder, and his lips are ghosting over your ear

he's leaving kisses on your neck and licks the outer shell of your ear, hand still firmly around your throat, just tapping your leg "open"

you open your legs for him, them resting on the outside of his so if he widens his stance you'd be spread further, and his fingers are grazing your inner thigh slowly moving up

he bites at your neck, you whine feeling a shiver go down your spine, so you involuntarily thrust your hips craving his touch where it matters!!

he just slaps your thigh, hand tightening around your throat and his hot breath on your ear, "patience, angel. who's in charge?"

you're flustered and needy, gasping "you", and he just slaps your thigh again, causing you to yelp

"try again, angel" "you are, sir" "mm, better", and he kisses your cheek

he'd rub over your panties, painfully slow. he fucking loves to tease. but he'd pepper you with cheek & neck kisses, "need ya dripping for me, love" "you gonna show me how bad you want me? yea?"

he'd press his fingers harder against your clit but still wouldn't dip under the fabric and it'd drive you insane

you'd be whining on his lap and he'd just be praising you/dirty talking, leaving hot open mouth kisses on your neck, and teasing your nipples

once he's satisfied (he can feel a wet patch growing and he smirking, he feels so fucking smug at how easily your body reacts to his touch)

"on your knees, angel" he'd demand. and you're a lil dazed after his fingers stop moving so you're slow to react, so he gives a lil slap on your pussy, "now."

you hurry to your knees in front of him, your eyes looking at him all big and eager, he just kinda smiles a lil before it turns into a smirk, and he's unbuckling his belt

since he's into fashion, i see him having that off-white yellow industrial belt, and i got a feelin he'd take it off and loosely tie it around your neck cause its so long

your eyes just sparkle as he secures it around your neck, still on your knees but your stomach's quickly pooling with arousal

he undoes his jeans and pulls his dick out and smirks at the way your eyes are locked in on it and you're biting your lip

"eager much, sweetheart?" he chuckles, and you whine at his teasing

he just does that dick jump/twitch thingy and your mouth is watering

you know what he wants... he wants you begging for him...dripping for him

"please," you whine. and he raises an eyebrow, all smug and cocky, "please what?"

"please can i...have it?" you want him so bad, but saying such explicit, vulgar shit gets you flustered, and he's eating it up. "gotta be more specific, love"

you huff and pout slightly, "please sir, can i have your dick? can i suck it, please" you plead, trying your best to flash him puppy dog eyes so he caves

he does. frankly, he's just as eager to have your mouth on him as you are to get him into your mouth

he tugs on the belt, pulling you forward slightly. "come 'ere."

he's stroking your cheek and looking down at you like all the stars in the universe happened to settle in your eyes

you eagerly take him in one hand, your other hand on his knee for balance. a couple of lazy strokes and you're teasing his tip with your tongue

he just hisses, and his head falls back as you take more of him into your mouth

with your head bobbing, he's got a hand flat on your head to stablise himself, but occasionally he pushes you down if you tease his tip too much

all the fucking praise, mixed with groans and moans, "fuck, yea like that" "shit, baby" "good girl, that's it go deeper" "so fucking pretty with me dick in your mouth" "you love this dick, don't ya?"

and you're just moaning around his length in response to it all

you'd get so fucking wet from the combination of his dick, his praise AND his moans

he pulls you off his dick before he's close, chest breathing heavy to calm himself

he looks at you, lips wet and swollen and eyes hooded looking up at him with pure desire and holy fuck he could just finish to that sight alone, but he needs to feel you

he tugs on belt lightly and opens his arms for you. you stand up and straddle him, your lips eagerly finding his, kissing him fervently

he matches your energy, biting your bottom lip and slipping his tongue in your mouth. his strong arms wrapped around you, holding you against him as if you were a lifejacket and he's about to drown

your hips rock against his, the only thing separating you from his hard, throbbing dick is the stupid underwear fabric that has a noticeably larger wet patch

"fuck this" he growls, lifting you up slightly and moving your panties to the side, and you moan a bit as he rubs his dick against your clit teasingly

you slowly sink down onto him, hands on his shoulders as your head falls back and you moan once you're fully settled on it, feeling so fucking full

he's kissing your shoulder, grip tight on your hips waiting for your signal

once you've adjusted to the size and you tap his shoulder to continue, he's lifting you up and down with matching thrusts

both of you are moaning at the thrusts, the sound of skin slapping and how wet you are driving the both of you closer

"that's it, baby" "good girl" "you can take it, angel" "you love this dick, right? lemme hear you say it"

and your moans and whines are music to his ears, "yes sir, fuck" "fuck, i love your dick, i love you" your brain is so overdone with pleasure.. he loves it

he's kissing you passionately as you're getting close, and its harder for you to kiss back as you're moaning against his lips

you can tell he's close too when his thrusts get staggered and deeper

spoiler alert: he thrusts deep in you, holding your hips down against him as he nuts in you (plan b exists dw)

your head falls back at the feeling, but once it passes your arms are around his neck and you're kissing all over his face

he recovers and smiles at you, gingerly kissing all over your face too before carefully removing the belt around your neck and kissing that area too - not that you were hurt by it, jamie was mindful to not make it too tight

he's still in you as you lean forward to snuggle your face in his neck and his hand is brushing your hair already initiating the aftercare

"good girl, you were so good for me yknow" "love you so much, angel" "you feelin okay?"

yall would stay like that for a while before he carefully slides you off him and gets something to clean you up. then ofc it's cuddle and soft kisses <33