#hyperconsciousness

[alianoralacanta]

Autism is cool and I will fight anyone who says otherwise.

oh so when vampires have heightened sensory awareness it’s cool, but when I have it it’s ‘autism’

[futurefatum]

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[royalnavyart]

[botseeksbot]

[justatinyfox]

friend or family member: offhanded comment re: something i apparently do

me: haha oh wow i didn't even know i was supposed to be insecure about that but i guess i am now

[dameronalone]

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[genderjester]

Time is fucked up man. What the fuck. I need to stop ruminating abt this it's making my brain hurt

[sweeterelease]

regulus only has tattoos or piercings in places they don't show. growing up with parents like his, it just comes with the job. his friends keep reminding him he's out of there for good, that he doesn't need to hide them anymore, but strangely, regulus likes the mystery of it all. people's faces when they find out about the septum barty did in 6th year or the pure shock when he takes his shirt off and bares the full back, it's always entertaining.

it's of course fun with partners too, most of the time they don't expect it. james is no different. although regulus can admit he thought this moment would've come in a completely different setting. they haven't done much past kissing, not for lack of trying on regulus part, but sneaking around the castle has proven to be actually difficult when magic is such a time consuming art. he also supposes james is waiting, he'd said he wanted to take things slowly and regulus is not about to oppose to that, so they both wait. until now, apparently.

evan and pandora are about halfway through fusing about him and how to take care of his latest arm piece when james comes in looking for him. regulus —who had his back to the door— turns and goes to greet his boyfriend but just finds him staring at him rooted in place. barty laughs, picking up his things and gesturing for the other pair to go on a walk with me. regulus shifts, hyperconscious of the way his arm looks, raw and red and slightly swollen from the fresh ink. he wraps his arms around himself protectively, suddenly aware of the fact that he hasn't really talked about this with james before. so um, you like? brown eyes blink rapidly, coming up from where they'd widened on his belly button jewelry.

his boyfriend drops whatever was held in his hands, scoffs, dives forward and— oh, james likes.

[tesseractingrey]

so something we say about dan and phil a lot in this current era is “it’s so loud.” and the things that we’re referring to are, for any other couple, small and easy to write off as jokes. but for YEARS, dan and phil were so hyperconscious of everything they said, dan overcorrecting for anything that had even the smallest chance of being interpreted as a relationship confirmation, the fact that they’re just reacting to tweets where the joke is that they’re a couple and they’re laughing at the joke. like they actually fully know what they are doing and this is completely on purpose. it IS so loud, because of how quiet it was before.

[risestarkiss]

Jazzy Fresh

Rise Ramblings #703

There’s something I’ve been slowly realizing when it comes to our boy Leon.

Due to scenes like this, I didn’t notice it at first.

But something became more and more evident the longer I paid attention to Leo specifically.

(I find this scene especially funny. Leo pushes stinky Mikey towards Raph, who accepts him, since Raph is usually the resident stinky boy! Anywhoozle-)

It’s subtle, and it’s waaaay in the background, but I believe that Baby Blue might have a hyperawareness when it comes to smell.

Now, I don’t think he’s necessarily sensitive to bad smells, but I do theorize that Leonardo is hyperconscious of smells in general.

And I believe that conscientiousness may also extend to himself.

This thought thread would have remained a simple notion if it wasn’t for one more piece of the puzzle.

And of course, that final piece comes from no one other than Ron Corcillo, one of the staff writers from Rise.

Body spray...

Leo possibly carries around body spray wherever he goes?

[herejusttosufferalong]

ust when I start to feel like I have a grip on what happened with the part 2 premiere and papgate, I learn or remember something that completely throws me. I feel like I need to lay out some evidence for my own mental clarity. 

I had a bad feeling something was brewing the night of the London premiere before the BackGrid pictures came out based on L’s energy on the red carpet. Here is evidence that SOMETHING was up.

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoTmvL4/ People have focused on how cute this is of N and LT, but it’s telling that LT and Claudia form a little huddle of love around her and Hannah joins in. People were feeling very protective of N that night. I can almost imagine LT whispering in her ear, “How are you doing?” and Nic saying with a smile plastered on her face, “He brought her.”

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoT9dYE/ Some interpret this as Golda smirking at the lovebirds, but I have never seen anything other than pure disdain in her expression. She is thinking “You motherfucker” and you can’t convince me otherwise. 

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTNbowwQu/ I was reminded of this clip here a few days ago and holy shit. Sam and Joanna are protectively huddled around N, the expression on Sam’s face as he looks directly at L is…not friendly, and I totally see the “stupid arse” thing. That’s not to mention L, who legitimately looks like he’s going to throw up. He is paranoid they are talking about him and, guess what, they are. 

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZPRoTvvuH/ Let’s not forget this little dig. N is too classy to reveal anything outright, but her response feels so pointed and L’s reaction is so awkward.  

A few more random thoughts about the night:

I can’t find clips right now that illustrate this, but I remember noticing that L was constantly flicking his eyes upwards throughout the red carpet. He was hyperconscious of the fact that A was watching him from up in that glass box AND that N and the cast knew A was up there.

It struck me recently that I hadn’t seen any pictures or videos of C or LT with LN on this red carpet. LN had a hug with HD and there were those documented moments with Simone, but I would find it very telling if we couldn’t find a single pic or video of C interacting with LN that night. Happy to be proved wrong on this one #showittomeRachel.

I know the official story is that N left the afterparty early because she started filming TMFT the next day, but let’s be real. This was the final event for HER season of Bton. This is a project she loves and a cast that she cares deeply about. If she had wanted to shut the party down, she would have. 

So far, all of this awkwardness could be explained simply by A’s presence and nothing at all related to the paparazzi. The thing that is still SO suspicious to me that makes me think L knew the paparazzi would be there when he left the party is that he was the last to leave the party. Think about everything you have ever read/heard about L in social situations. That sort of gathering is absolutely not his scene. He’s talked about how much he loves an Irish Goodbye. I also feel like it’s sort of cringey to be the last one at a party like that, especially if all of the other main actors have left, including your costar. Why would he have waited until literally everyone else had gone if not because he didn’t want anyone else around for the pap pics? I know people really don’t want to believe L was involved because it is shitty to think about, but I think there are too many odd things that stack up for him to have been blindsided by it. 

The thing that haunts me is that he seemed AWKWARD about everything that transpired that night. This was not a man who felt confident and in control of his life decisions. If this was meant to be the hard launch of a girlfriend, a million different things could have happened. He could have told interviewers how excited he was to have his mom, sister, and gf with him for the event. He could have put his arm around A, grabbed her hand, smiled at the camera, kissed A’s cheek, etc. while the cameras were flashing.

So, that leaves me convinced of two things: Luke knew the paparazzi would be there AND he didn’t want to be photographed with A (at least in a way that would confirm a serious relationship). After tossing around different explanations in my mind, here is what I have come up with.

L is a serial monogamist who really struggles to be alone. He kept A around during the WT because it gave him comfort and a feeling of power to know he had a romantic partner. This would have been important to him for various possible reasons: maybe N was attached to someone during this time and he didn’t want to be the single one; maybe N had rejected his advances and he wanted to seem unbothered; maybe neither he nor N had made a move on each other but he was feelings things towards N he didn’t know how to cope with and A was a distraction. Regardless, he kept A in the picture, though their relationship obviously had a LOT of asterisks surrounding it. He invited her to the premiere at a time when he was feeling especially insecure (for any of the reasons I mentioned above). In his mind, it was going to feel good to have her there. And I think at some point right before the premiere, she convinced him they needed to launch the relationship. If it’s true that something had been going on between them since the fall, then it had been at least eight months of her letting him keep her hidden in the shadows while he flirted shamelessly with his gorgeous soulmate–I mean costar–for the world to see. He agreed to this at a time when he wasn’t secure in whatever he and N had and couldn’t find a compelling reason to say no to A’s request. 

But I think he underestimated two things:

1) How shitty it would feel to have A at the premiere as his date after getting so close to N in those last few legs of the tour. I think Ireland especially shifted something and he realized not just how much N meant to him but, very importantly, how much he meant to N.

2) How much N would care about A’s presence. I think N must have played it very cool about A during the tour. Either didn’t really acknowledge her or brought her up in a casual way to show she was unbothered. But I think the sequence of Brazil, Toronto, and especially Ireland hit N hard and she became emotionally invested in (and available to?) L in a way that she hadn’t let herself be before. I’m not sure she said anything to him, but I think they could both feel it. A’s presence at the prem ended up feeling like a slap in the face to N in a way that L did not anticipate. 

I think L initially thought that having A at the premiere would be a confidence boost, but having her there backfired. He didn’t realize how awkward and embarrassed he would feel by A’s presence. When it’s just L and A  or when they’re with R and S, L doesn’t feel as self-conscious about things like A’s age, her SM antics, her unseriousness. But when he, N, and A are all in the same space, the silliness of his relationship with A and the differences between N and A really hits him. Frankly (and I don’t say this to be cruel to A), I think he feels mortified about N witnessing his relationship with A up close and personal. So I think what we’re witnessing at the red carpet and in the pap pics is a man who committed to a plan (inviting A and setting up the pics) at a time when he felt a) insecure in his connection with N, 2) unaware of how much N cared about him, and 3) unaware of how much he would care about N’s opinion of him (sorry, that’s convoluted). We know he is not a decisive person, so he let this nightmare scenario play out and is now living with the consequences of his passivity. 

That is ALL TO SAY: I think it’s possible to believe that L was involved with the pap pics AND that he cares about N/didn’t want to hurt her/is totally in love with her. Anyone else out there who feels like it’s possible to hold these two truths in your head at once?

so this is more of a take I saw floating around in the wake of it all

curious to see how it lands with y'all now

[frownyalfred]

i am on my hands and knees oh my GOD if u do write something on clark/one of the supes accidentally hurting one of the batkids by, yk, being a supe, id actually lose my shit in the best way possible. no pressure ofc, writing is hard and so is life, but pls know that u do have a (very captive) audience . i hope you're having a good day btw

Aghh, you know I really want to write it. But also I've been up since 4 am and work is killing me. I'm a big fan of writing grey scenarios where stuff happens but it's not on purpose, yet the humans still have to bear the brunt of powers.

I've always wanted to write a fic about the hidden costs of super powers Bruce covers up for the JL, but the last time I posted about that on here I got SO many angry messages about how OOC that was for Clark etc...which I totally acknowledge, it's just a what-if scenario. What if those powers caused accidents every now and then (highly likely in a more realistic/grounded AU) and Bruce tried to hide most of those costs in order to preserve the function of the team (also likely, depending on the severity of the accidents/injuries and if they could be avoided/trained away).

I think what I like about this idea (aside from the Damian or Tim & Bruce angst/hurtcomfort) is the fact that 1) it wasn't intentional 2) it's preventable 3) it's not something Supers think about routinely, because why would they? But Bruce trains his kids to be hyperconscious of it. Maybe even to the point of sacrificing themselves to a kickback of powers instead of letting civilians get hit by accident.

[goldeunoias]

Plush.

A/N: Hi i wrote this in one sitting what is wrong with me. Not particularly proof read adsfasdfa but Dilf! Sunghoon will be

WC: 1.6k i think?

Executive! Reader x Silver Spoon! Jake 

Chubby! Reader x Jake

Warnings: well. oral,  teasing, lots of teasing, this like i mean you’re here and you know how i am,

Jake had been working under you for some time. Granted, he’d only gotten this position because his dad was an executive, but you were thankful that you’d still retained your position nonetheless. 

It was no secret that he could be a bit entitled towards his own juniors and coworkers about certain things, the negative side effect of being born with a silver spoon in his mouth. However, when it came to you he seemed to always pay “special attention” to you: standing extra close to you when talking to you about work, making points to complement the perfume you wore and other things that should have had him reported to Human Resources. 

He knew that as well as anyone, and so did you, but for some reason you just couldn’t bring yourself to do so. The remarks were sincere and never creepy, almost as if he’d spent his entire life sweet-talking his way through everything. 

“Princess, can we talk in your office after your meeting? It’s important,” Jake whispered in your ear, the new nickname making your body heat up. You simply nodded and rambled out to just wait there until you got out, wondering how you were going to be able to pay attention during an hour-long meeting.

When the meeting let out you quickly shuffled to your personal office, opening the door and setting the files down in the front entrance. 

“You probably should lock the door so that annoying secretary doesn’t barge in,” Jake excused, his suit jacket already off and thrown on the couch he was sitting in. You did so and when you turned around you found Jake making strikes towards you, his hand playing with the hem of your skirt. 

It was the first time he’d ever been this bold and your breath hitched for a second, heart racing in your ears. 

“Princess done for the day?”

“I have another meeting at four,” you told him, letting him drag you further into your office. “Is uh, everything okay? Your dad didn’t say anything to me about having a meeting,” you rambled out, your head dizzy as he caged you against the wall. 

“Does my dad know how you dress when you go to work?” Jake hissed between heavy breaths, undoing his tie and rolling up his sleeves. 

Your eyes widened and you shook your head no, back pressed against the cool wall as he finally had you trapped. 

“No but that doesn’t concern you since I am your superior, and I think you’re way out of l-line”, you panted out as Jake lifted up the skirt that perhaps hugged your thighs tighter than you’d last remembered. 

“Well if I’m on my knees for you you’re still above me no?” Jake cheekily cooed out, spreading your legs and messily kissing your soft thighs. He tugged at the extra padding on your inner thighs and you yelped, jumping when you felt Jake’s teeth across the supple skin. 

“Did you gain weight princess? This skirt is tighter than the last time you wore it,” Jake observed as he pulled down your stockings, massaging the skin with his hands. 

You shyly looked away and nodded, Jake chuckling and licking a stripe over your clothed core. He watched pleasantly as you shuddered, brows furrowing as you tried to quiet yourself.  

“Good, means my dad is paying you well. Makes you look cute.”

“Cute?” You inquired, your eyes following him as he stood up and unbuttoned your shirt which was also a bit tighter than you remembered. You’d never had anyone really tell you the extra plush on your body was cute, they mostly just made the remark to make you hyperconscious of yourself. 

“Mmm, you look fucking adorable princess. Tits are practically spilling out of your bra,” Jake groaned, lifting it up so your chest was open and bare for him. Your body melted into his as the heat of his mouth took a bud and sucked harshly, his other hand harshly tugging at the other hardened nipple. 

“You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? Why else would you wear something so fucking sexy,” Jake praised you as he messily kissed your chest, your chest glistening from his saliva. 

“I don’t-” you let out a whine as Jake sunk to his knees again, lifting one of your legs and hoisting it on his shoulder. 

“You don’t? But you’re pussy is glistening right now, you’re wet like a virgin…” he couldn’t help but note, pulling down your underwear and gathering the slick that had leaked onto the cloth. 

“J-jake if your dad or someone comes knocking in-” You covered your mouth as Jake’s mouth enveloped your swollen clit, your legs struggling to support you. Your hands grabbed his hair and reflexively pushed him against your core, your hips grinding into his mouth. 

Jake pulled back for a second to get some air and smiled at how disheveled you looked from his angle, one of his hands going up to roll an aroused bud between his fingers. 

“Princess your pussy is so warm inside my tongue is practically melting inside of you,” Jake cooed, his other hand gathering syrupy essence and sliding a digit in. 

“Jake, oh god~” you choked out as you felt a knot form in your belly, feeling embarrassed at how quickly you felt like you were about to come. 

“Fuck baby it’s been some time since someone’s touched you properly huh? You’re already clenching down on me so tightly,” Jake teased, both of you guys’ eyes flickering over to the door when you heard knocking. 

“Ma’am? I have some papers that were sent over from Mr. Johnson that he wanted you to look at,” your secretary remarked from the other side, your eyes pleading with Jake as he smirked and messily licked your core, sliding another digit inside you. 

Your head rested against the wall and bit down on your lip to restrain a groan, Jake suddenly moving you so your tummy and forearms rested on the edge of the sofa and his head was between your thighs.

“You can leave them on the table outside Ms. Laudy, I am currently-” you scrunched your face as he curled his fingers, “...writing something, and I don’t want to lose my train of thought,” you lied, your back arching as you felt yourself get close. 

“Oh, well if you want I could come inside and debrief you over them to save time,” she offered up. 

“That won’t be-” You covered your mouth with both of your hands to muffle the scream as the knot broke, your legs shaking around his head. 

“Ma’am?”

“Don’t worry about I will get to it so just leave them on the table outside,” you rushed out, your head resting on the sofa as you heard him unzip his pants. 

“Jake wait if you just go in I-I don’t think it will fit,” you rushed out, turning your head to look over your shoulder. Jake didn’t let you turn around for long and faced your head forward, grabbing both of your hands and pinning them behind your back with one of his. 

“I’m flattered princess. Don’t think I will be able to fit?” 

You avidly shook your head and whined, feeling your heart race against your ribcage. Jake leaned over your form and pressed a condom to your lips to rip the sealing, a “good girl” leaving him when you did so and he wrapped it around his member. 

“Should I stop then princess if you’re scared it’s not gonna fit? Or are you just struggling for show,” Jake cooed in your ear, rubbing his member against your slit. You let out a choked groan and Jake nipped at your ear, getting impatient. 

“Answer princess you have a meeting at four remember?” 

You gulped and nodded, Jake pinching your folds at your lack of verbiage. 

“Can’t do anything if you don’t speak.”

“J-just be gentle...it’s been a while” you murmured out, your jaw going slack when you felt his tip push past your walls. 

Jake chuckled and kissed your neck, groaning until his hip bones were pressed against the underside of your thighs. 

“See, it fit no problem cupcake. Pussy is drenched though, you’re gonna leak onto my slacks at this rate,” Jake panted out, pulling out some to see what a mess you’d made around his member. 

“Jake my arms hurt can you ease up your grip,” you whined out, Jake gently releasing them and instead massaging the flesh on your hips. 

“Of course princess, I’d never want to hurt you,” he cooed, watching in delight as you tightly gripped the sofa, Jake cooing at you to raise your head. 

“Careful cupcake wouldn’t want to ruin your makeup now would ya?” he tsked, slowly moving his hips inside and giving a half smile when you whined in pleasure. 

“After all, don’t want to show up to your meeting looking like you just got fucked like a slut right?”

“N-no.”

Jake licked his lips and pulled your hips against him, watching as your legs shook and you let out a muffled groan into the pillows. 

“Thought so.”

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A/N: Let me know if this was you because this damn sure is me

[platoapproved]

any time i post an even slightly debatable or ambiguous interpretation of something from interview with the vampire i am hyperconscious of the fact that i might be completely fucking wrong because like.... i DID write a whole meta post between 2x07 and 2x08 about how maybe armand really couldn't prevent it! idiot down to the BONE sometimes.

[laurenkmyers]

Summary:

a sweet little smut fic highlighting Chen Yi's possessiveness and the ensuing chaos of navigating his relationship with Ai Di. ao3

Chen Yi knows Ai Di is a jealous person.

Every instance where Boss rings and Chen Yi instinctually picks up on the first ring is always accompanied with Ai Di’s face screwing up as he mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like an insult thrown in his direction. But what Ai Di doesn’t realise is that it’s entirely reflex. If I ring, you pick up has been drilled into his life since he joined the Chen family. It’s not going to stop overnight, no matter how much Ai Di wishes it would.

But Chen Yi now at least understands why Ai Di acts this way. He understands a little too well what Ai Di’s jealousy looks like, a deep-rooted fear of abandonment and a life of yearning for something he never thought he’d ever get takes its toll. But Chen Yi does everything in his power to make up for the feelings he knows Ai Di tries and fails to hide from him.

What Chen Yi can’t seem to comprehend though is his own jealousy. He never thought of himself as a jealous man. A little possessive, maybe, but never jealous.

Recently, however, he seems to have pushed those limits to the brink. 

He always knew he hated Ai Di’s insistence on running that goddamn bar, and now that he owns it he’s there more often than he’s not, and that wouldn’t be an issue if Chen Yi wasn’t also hyperconscious of Ai Di’s history with the men who frequent his bar. 

Chen Yi was always privy to the way Ai Di slept around, even more aware of the way that used to feel like a punch to the gut each time he’d witness another man’s tongue in Ai Di’s mouth. But he never let himself think too deeply on why it made him feel that way, it was simply easier to brush it under the rug and let the knot unfurl in his stomach the moment Ai Di returned to him. Because he always did return. 

Ai Di never stayed the whole night at his hook ups, no matter what time of the night it was, he would always return home to Chen Yi, and the routine was always the same. He’d open Chen Yi’s bedroom door and linger for a moment before heading to his own room. 

On those kinds of evenings Chen Yi got into the habit of leaving his door ajar, though he never really knew why at the time, other than the thought of it bringing Ai Di a sense of comfort and that was usually his top priority. He now knows that it had become a comfort to him too, knowing his boy had come back to him. 

Now that Ai Di belongs to him in every way, it’s increasingly harder to ignore the way hungry eyes linger on his boy. Chen Yi knows Ai Di would never stray, and he also knows that the men Ai Di used to fool around with were just meaningless fucks to ease the pain of his yearning when Chen Yi was too stubborn to notice that Ai Di’s heart belonged to him from the very beginning. 

Thankfully, Chen Yi isn’t the asshole breaking Ai Di’s heart anymore, he’s the one who gets to look after it. And despite the fact he’s staked his claim with matching dog tags and the many additions to Ai Di’s rather impressive collection of collars, men still think they can look and occasionally touch what doesn’t belong to them. 

It drives Chen Yi to the point of literal insanity. 

Tonight is no different. 

When Chen Yi arrives at the bar just after 2am it's to a visual of Ai Di dancing next to some faceless man who can't seem to keep his goddamn hands to himself. Chen Yi’s immediate response to seeing another man’s hands on Ai Di, innocent or not, is normally to haul ass over there and pull Ai Di back where he belongs, but for some reason he’s rooted to the spot, watching the gentle grind of Ai Di’s hips as they sway to the beat of the song. Chen Yi is stuck, mesmerised by the way his boy moves his tiny body, the lazy smile that graces his face, the slow trace of his hands as they make their way over his head. 

Chen Yi may have been late in distinguishing his complicated feelings for the boss and the way they differ from the way he’d convinced himself he felt for Ai Di, but one thing that was never complicated was the way he always had his eyes on Ai Di. Never letting him sway too far away, and when it did inevitably reach a point where Ai Di slipped from his line of sight, he always made it everyone’s fucking business. Rounding up the troops to find Ai Di.

Now is no different, but the implications behind his possessive thoughts are much clearer and far less innocent than they once pretended to be. Especially in moments like this, as Chen Yi’s hungry eyes latch on to a single drop of sweat as it slides caressingly down Ai Di’s collared neck.

Chen Yi openly watches its descent until it eventually tucks itself neatly into the piece wrapped lovingly around Ai Di’s throat and when the fog finally settles at its destination Chen Yi’s entire body betrays him. His head fills with cotton and a choked breath escapes his lungs and forces it way out of his lips as the burning inferno inside him ramps up to its highest setting. 

He’s now aware only of the sweat dripping down his own neck in response and he can’t seem to tear his eyes away from the realisation that Ai Di is wearing his most recently acquired collar. 

The collar Chen Yi gifted him for their joint birthday. 

The collar that was meant to be worn only in the privacy of their bedroom. 

The collar with the words ‘Boss Chen Yi’ engraved into the heart of the leather. 

Chen Yi’s traitorous cock twitches painfully in his pants as he realises the implications of Ai Di’s choice in collar for this evening. 

The possessiveness claws at his insides like a feral beast. 

Chen Yi is fighting for his life. 

But all too suddenly the moment shifts, twisting into something ugly and dark as the brainless oaf, who’d been nothing but an afterthought in Chen Yi’s horned-up mind, decides to put his filthy lips on Ai Di’s body. 

And something inside Chen Yi snaps.

Desperation and possessive rage liquify the cotton into something brittle and jagged and suddenly all Chen Yi is able to process is the most painful way he can kill a man with his bare hands.  

With those thoughts in mind, Chen Yi storms the crowd of scantily clad boys and men, who part on instinct, the way prey scatters whilst being hunted in the wild, and it leaves his path so spectacularly clear that it’s a shock even to him how easy his target just became. 

The force of impact upon landing, plus Ai Di’s impulsive nature, already with half a retort in his mouth, forces the boy to swing round just in time to catch the full scope of Chen Yi’s rage as he pummels the pathetic excuse of a man to the ground. Chen Yi’s fist flies back and forth as blood splatters across his knuckles. 

Blinded by pure instinct alone, Chen Yi hears nothing over the sound of his fist connecting with soft flesh, and the satisfying crunch of bone. He pulls back one final time when other sounds pop back into the scope of his brain and halt him in his track.

Ai Di’s voice calling his name is all it takes for Chen Yi to stop, the rage slowly  dissipates and the world shifts back into focus. All he knows now is the fire in Ai Di’s eyes as he drags Chen Yi’s face to look at him and the soft words that follow, “Take me home.” 

Home, yeah, great fucking idea. 

Chen Yi doesn’t know how they make it out of the club or how they make it back to their bedroom, but what he does know is the taste of Ai Di on his tongue as he laps at the sweat still sitting beneath his collar before moving up to devour is boys mouth with teeth and tongue. 

“Christ, Chen Yi- what’s gotten into you?” Ai Di moans into the kiss, already half hard and desperate as he rips his lips away to bare his neck once more for Chen Yi’s needy tongue. 

Chen Yi can hardly focus on words when actions are a much more effective way of getting his point across, but he does manage to choke out a forceful ‘mine’ which has Ai Di grabbing his hair by the fistful and responding with a smug, “Yeah Boss, all yours.”

Which only furthers Chen Yi’s spiralling thoughts to consume and mark and bite as he drops to his knees, latches onto the neckline of Ai Di’s shirt and tears it clean in half. 

Ai Di huffs out his frustrations about his ruined shirt, but the throaty little whine he releases as Chen Yi bites down on his nipple masks any real threat in his voice. Chen Yi smirks around the bud as he feels the shudder run down Ai Di’s entire body. Chen Yi doesn’t stop, leaving his marks all over Ai Di’s chest, but working a particularly nasty twin pair along the collarbone and hip bone, his favourite places on Ai Di’s body. Only then does he pull back to admire his work. 

Ai Di is now fully hard in front of him, tenting in his pants and Chen Yi wants nothing more than to get his mouth back on his boy, so he does, mouthing hotly at the wet patch already forming on Ai Di’s red cargo pants before stripping him and getting his mouth where he really wants it, wrapped tightly around the head of Ai Di’s weeping cock. 

The sweet little noises and elongated utterances in english of ‘please’ and ‘fuck’ from Ai Di settle something dark in Chen Yi’s gut. He lets himself fall under Ai Di’s spell even further when he opens his throat and lets his boy take what he needs. Chen Yi chokes around a moan on a particularly deep thrust and when he surprises Ai Di with a soft caress across his neglected rim Ai Di’s legs buckle. 

Fully aware of the effect he’s having, Chen Yi pulls off and catches him before he hits the ground. Chen Yi never lets him fall.  

Ai Di barely notices the change as he’s hauled into Chen Yi’s arms and thrown down onto the bed. But the little shit does bare his neck again, purposefully bringing attention to the goddamn strip of leather that started all of this. 

“I see you like your new present.” Chen Yi smiles, tapping at his own throat like Ai Di isn’t aware of exactly what he’s talking about. 

“I do.” Ai Di purrs. “Shame it didn’t work though.” He pouts, thumbing the metal ring next to Chen Yi’s name and tugging it menacingly. “Men still think they have the right to touch me, Boss. What’re you gonna do about it? As hot as that display back at the bar was, you can’t beat them all to death.”  

Chen Yi growls and yanks Ai Di’s cargo pants and boxers clean off. 

“Watch me.” He says fiercely as he spreads Ai Di’s legs and tries to dive between them, but Ai Di’s reflexes have always been faster. He chuckles darkly and stops Chen Yi’s descent with a tiny, but powerful foot in the middle of his chest. 

“Ah ah ah- take it easy, Boss.”

Chen Yi tries to evade him, ignoring his plea as he goes to grab the leg attached to the foot currently halting him in his place, but as he does Ai Di launches him backwards with a forceful shove. 

“Before you touch me, I need something from you.” 

“Ai Di…” Chen Yi whines as he makes to step forward one more time, but Ai Di shuffles himself further up the bed out of reach. 

“Be good, Chen Yi.” He says as he settles himself on his knees amongst the mountain of pillows. “I’m yours, always have been. So I’m gonna need you to show me.” 

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” Chen Yi groans. 

“Not with your cock, Yi. I need you to own me. I need those men at the bar, and any man who dares to look in my direction from here on out to know, explicitly, who I belong to. The collars are pretty, but they aren’t enough.”

Chen Yi’s frustration at the truth behind Ai Di’s words burn him to his very core. He wants the same thing, but what more can he possibly do than kill every single man who tries to touch what belongs to him? 

“Tell me what you need.” He says darkly. 

Chen Yi watches through half-lidded eyes as Ai Di squirms, slowly pumping his tiny fist up and down his still spit-slicked cock. Impatient little thing thrusts into his own fist and sighs. But in his distraction Ai Di has pulled something shiny from behind his back and dangles it in front of himself. It takes a minute for Chen Yi to realise what it is he’s seeing, but when he does his eyes widen. 

“You want me to-?”

“-I want them to know, Chen Yi.” 

Ai Di attaches the metal leash onto the ring at the front of his collar and offers the other end in Chen Yi’s direction. “I need you to own me.” He repeats the sentiment from earlier. 

Chen Yi’s entire body burns with need. His hands tremble as he reaches out to grab the end of the leash being offered by his good boy. He yanks on it to test its strength and Ai Di lets out the most delicious sound that goes straight to his cock. 

“God, Ai Di- this is-”

“-what I want, Chen Yi.” 

Chen Yi nods in agreement and tugs once more on the leash. 

Ai Di’s eyes haze over as a result and he follows blindly, flopping forward onto his hands and knees and crawls, closing the remaining distance, and showing his appreciation by nuzzling his face against Chen Yi’s still covered cock. 

“Need you.” Ai Di sobs after lapping too long at the rapidly staining fabric. “Need your cock now.”

Chen Yi wraps the metal chain around his palm a few times to shorten the length and then uses its remaining rigidity to tug Ai Di away from his cock as he slowly bends to Ai Di’s level and whispers, “I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby.” 

Ai Di’s responding shiver sends him mad with lust. 

Chen Yi uses the leash to force Ai Di onto his knees in a deep arch, with his ass in the air. He takes a moment to watch as Ai Di sinks into the mattress, panting into the sheets as he uses both hands to present himself just for Chen Yi. 

The vision alone has Chen Yi biting his lip hard enough to taste the all too familiar metallic tang as blood fills his mouth. It shouldn’t, but it still shocks him sometimes how willing Ai Di is to bare himself so brazenly for him. 

He knows it’s his own goddamn fault, but it still irks him to think about the fact that he wasn’t the first, second, or even third person to have the privilege of making a home in Ai Di’s sweet little body, but what does bring a small iota of comfort is the knowledge that his boy has never submitted the way he does when he’s with Chen Yi. 

Ai Di has always been his feral kitten by nature; full of fire and violence and destruction, who only ever turns soft and sweet and submissive when he’s got Chen Yi’s cock buried in his ass. And that beautiful submission reveals the truth of Ai Di’s loyalty. Chen Yi is, and will always be, the only one who ever gets to see Ai Di this way. He won’t ever take it for granted again, and he’ll spend the rest of their lives together proving it. 

Chen Yi makes quick work of lubing up his fingers before trailing the tip of one against Ai Di’s fluttering hole. Ai Di arches further into the touch, hissing at him to ‘stop teasing and hurry the fuck up’. Ai Di never has to beg twice for anything. But because he’s being such an impatient little shit Chen Yi decides to show him who’s really in charge by yanking the leash harsher this time.

“Greedy boys get what I give them.” 

But despite his own authority, Chen Yi knows he never truly denies Ai Di anything anymore so without thinking too deeply into why that is he pushes one long digit all the way in, curling his finger with pinpoint accuracy right against Ai Di’s sweet spot. The responding cry tells him everything he needs to know to continue pumping with one, two, three fingers until Ai Di is a writhing mass of soft limbs beneath him, crying desperately into the mattress as Chen Yi forces him past the point of climax, toppling him straight into hysteria. 

As much as Chen Yi enjoys making an absolute mess of his boy, he hates not being able to see the ruin for himself, so with a practised ease he flips Ai Di onto his back and laps at the remaining liquid splattered across Ai Di’s torso with a deep hum of appreciation. Using Ai Di’s distraction he strips himself, and begins fisting his own cock a few times to try and calm the deep seated hunger he feels brewing in his belly. 

Still pumping his cock, Chen Yi watches carefully as Ai Di slowly makes his return to the surface with a soft smile and groggy eyes and when Ai Di blinks up at him in semi-awareness Chen Yi chuckles softly, releasing himself in favour of Ai Di’s attention and asks, “You back with me?” 

Only when Ai Di nods back does he then ask, “think you can take more?” with a soft pat against Ai Di’s ass. 

Ai Di scoffs, “One orgasm isn’t going to take me out. Barely felt it, actually.” The little shit giggles and then makes a grab for Chen Yi, pulling him flush between his spread legs until he’s using the new found, post-orgasm strength to switch their positions so that he’s now straddling Chen Yi, hovering menacingly over Chen Yi’s painfully neglected cock. 

“Think you can take me riding this thing,” he fists Chen Yi’s cock in his tiny hand and flicks the head over his slickened hole once before releasing him to grab the leash still attached to his neck and pushing it into Chen Yi’s open mouth, “while you choke me with that thing?” 

Chen Yi spits out the looped leather end and once again wraps the remaining metal chain tightly around his palm before he drags Ai Di’s lips onto his own. They both sink into the kiss, ripping into the core of one another as they lick and suck and bite and allow each other to take and take and take. The kiss leaves them both breathless and when they do have to pull away, they don’t go far, stealing breath from each other’s lungs as they pant into one another’s mouths. But the need is too great, and their magnetism pulls them back together again and again until Chen Yi uses the chain to haul Ai Di away, though it pains him to do so. But he’s literally on the precipice of release, and the fear of coming too soon brings him back to reality. 

“Fuck.” Chen Yi breathes, “Need a minute, Di. Don’t wanna come until I’m inside you.” 

Ai Di whines and impatiently grinds down on his cock, “Then get to it, Boss. Want you to fill me up.” 

Chen Yi  groans, burying his head in the crease of Ai Di’s neck and mumbles into his collarbone, “Stop saying shit like that or I’ll blow my load right now.” 

In moments like this Chen Yi has to hand it to Ai Di, when he wants something, there is no one in this fucking world that’s going to stop him. And so, without warning Ai Di pulls Chen Yi’s head out of his shoulder, arches his back, expertly reaches around to find Chen Yi’s cock and sinks down on it in one fell swoop. 

Chen Yi barely has time to process a single second of what’s just happened until he’s literally buried balls deep in Ai Di’s ass. And when his brain eventually catches up to his cock, he can only throw his head back and cry out in pure fucking bliss.  

“Jesus fucking christ, Ai Di!” Chen Yi bellows as Ai Di starts bouncing his perfect little ass up and down at a pace that would be considered psychotic to anyone other than Ai Di. 

The crazy fucking psychopath, giddy as ever, fucks himself on Chen Yi’s cock like it was made just for him and it forces Chen Yi to lie back and let him taketaketake until they’re both satisfied, but a small part of his brain reminds him that he knows Ai Di and the residing chaos that follows his boy sometimes needs to right kind of taming. 

With that knowledge he’s looping his finger into the metal ring of Ai Di’s collar and pulling. Hard. The immediate effect sends Ai Di hurtling toward subspace, his greedy hole doesn’t stop taking, but the bouncing slows into a dirty grind, which makes Chen Yi twitch inside him, but he’s focussed now, and he desperately wants Ai Di’s full submission.

“Good boy.” Chen Yi croons, “Taking me so well.” 

Ai Di swoons at the praise, but Chen Yi knows he’s not entirely in his own head right now, can see it in the way Ai Di’s eyes have lost focus, can feel it in the way his limbs have loosened, and all the tension in his shoulders, his thighs, his arms, have gone as he lets Chen Yi take full control of his pleasure. 

Chen Yi smiles in open adoration of the trust Ai Di has given him. “Gonna take care of you, Di. Give you what you need.” 

Though he doesn’t pull on the leash again, Chen Yi does fit his entire palm under the collar and gives Ai Di’s neck a squeeze, watching the way Ai Di falls completely under as his eyes roll back into his head. 

Chen Yi keeps a soft, but steady pace as he fucks up into his boy, angling himself until he hears incoherent babbles from Ai Di that let him know he’s hit his mark, and only when the noises reach a fever pitch does he flip the pair of them so he can begin thrusting brutally into Ai Di to bring him to the brink of his bodies pleasure. 

Well versed by now in the exact tone of Ai Di’s pleas when he’s close Chen Yi buries himself deeper, and squeezes a little bit harder until Ai Di’s eyes fly open. Chen Yi doesn’t dare stop, but he basks in the moment Ai Di topples head first into the abyss.  

It doesn’t take much for him to follow suit. The tight vice of Ai Di’s warmth sends him spiralling into his own. 

When Chen Yi regains the baser functions of his body and brain he lifts his head from Ai Di’s neck with a trail of soft kisses and lets the sweet words spill from his lips as he tries to coax Ai Di back up. 

“Come back to me, Di. Open your eyes, baby.” He whispers against Ai Di’s cheek, as he wipes away the tears that fell sometime during their peak. 

Eventually, the coaxing starts to take effect and Ai Di shifts, his breath evens out, and slowly his eyes flutter open. They’re still dopey and glazed, but there’s a sense of awareness creeping back in that makes Chen Yi beam with pride. 

“That’s it, baby. I’ve got you. You did so well.” 

Still unable to produce actual words, Ai Di hums his affections back, a sign that he’s almost fully resurfaced. 

Chen Yi stays inside Ai Di for as long as he can, having learnt from previous experience how vital it is to Ai Di in this vulnerable state to have Chen Yi as close as humanly possible. Because as much as they both know Chen Yi won’t ever leave, Ai Di’s brain, especially in this state of flux, likes to trick him into thinking he’s not worthy of love.

So Chen Yi stays- exactly where he belongs- for as long as he can. 

And when Ai Di finally returns, it’s with his usual sass and resuming chaos. 

“So, Boss, when are you going to parade me and my new leash around for all the boys to see.” 

Chen Yi wouldn’t have him any other way. 

[kiweegamez]

Iliad Helko

(Character 1 out of 2 for amber virus!)

Iliad seems to show signs of stiff movement from time to time. The mistress seems rather quiet, seeming to bask in the delights of Greek architecture, residing in her own temple. Made by some creatures (yet to be discovered), she seems to however only wander around with that drape over her eye sockets, it raises the question if she can see through it at all. She often walks with her hands resting gently clasped together in front of her mid riff as she drags her tail along the floor making soft scraping sounds as she passes along the empty halls. She wears gold covers for the tips of her clawed phalanges to preserve their sharpness and to avoid damage that cannot be restored.

The amber virus spreads through direct infection through the soul, specifically a bite to the soul. She avoids touch as much as she can. If the infection has taken temporary control she will chase you on all fours, hence the lack of shoes. She will also attempt to gore you with her horns if close enough to your throat. When she opens her mouth an amber liquid shifts around the edges of her mouth, sometimes dripping off. The end of her tail can be used to lacerate or cut in folds of the skin. The pattern on her ribcage resembles the virus, her tongue also seems affected gaining a more shell like texture becoming longer and more flexible. Not to mention the virus has severed her upper and lower jaw completely held by the constant circulating amber as it shifts and unhinges to extreme lengths. The variant infecting Iliad seems to become active from unfiltered light into the eye sockets. Hence the cover she wears on her face. And the fact she practically lives in isolation in her own hidden dimension pocket which she’ll sometimes come out of. She gets over defensive or hyperconscious when someone questions the choice of wearing the curtain over her eye sockets, she is also not fond of the smell of lavender or vanilla, showing a physical reaction to these smells such as hissing, tensing, or even just straight up disposing of the source.

Iliad was originally the ‘lure’ or rather attraction of the ‘Amber horns’ rumoured to be a large creature, reflected in her upper arm markings and vaguely lower arm markings, with a simple expression of the head is seen above the knee cap. This creature was said to be the bringer of light and fertility to the land, growing a bond with this deity creature she eventually became too connected to it, resulting in the turn of the virus infecting her straight from the source, the creature itself. She spent many years trying to fight for control, managing to find the weakness for her variant. Yet she keeps herself isolated as much as possible, sometimes she’ll go into the multiverse but it’s very rare as she knows the risk with this. She’s weary of crowds, given her self-isolation she’s very blunt and stubborn. However she doesn’t mean to be truthfully brutal as she is, due to the virus effecting her mouth she will never deem herself as ‘beautiful’ as she once was. If one was to break through all these walls she put up for herself, they would see just how scared she is.

(This is all I can think of rn lmao)