#it’s just nice seeing him tormented after being an asshole.

[velvetjune]

i love making fun of alan. it brings me tremendous joy

[normal-thoughts-official]

It's actually insane how brave Wyll is when it comes to Mizora. Not only by not killing Karlach but also all the small ways he defies her - calling her an asshole, saying she's full of shit, even when Mizora is literally choking him he's still telling her that she's a liar. Whenever she shows up it's pretty much guaranteed that she will have to threaten him with lemurehood because he simply refuses to play nice. Even if it accomplishes absolutely nothing and in fact is actively dangerous to sass her

And like. Of course this ties in with how Wyll has pretty much nonexistent self preservation skills and a sense of moral fortitude so strong he can't even pretend to not be hostile towards her. But i also think it ties with Mizora's obsession with him

Because while we all know Mizora is evil and annoying on principle and all that shit, she seems to be particularly interested in tormenting Wyll. I have to assume shit like putting a tracker on him and showing up randomly just to spite him and staying in camp just to be annoying even after the contract is over are Wyll specials, because if she did this to every single one of her warlocks then she would have time for nothing the fuck else. And we know from Karlach that she's generally more worried about sucking Zariel's toes, so

(Also, I've been told that in early access she was like... Straight up jealous if you romanced Wyll, so, again. Obsessed with him in particular)

I always got the impression that she was so evil and annoying to him because she was overcompensating. Mizora is a cambion, which means she's half human, which means that in Hell's hierarchy she is fucking trash. Even the official cambion lore states that they are often rejected in both realms and struggle to earn one of their parents' approval. And it's obvious that in Mizora's case she's aiming to be accepted in the Hells.

I've seen some people claim that Mizora is too cartoonishly evil, and while that is objectively true... I think it works precisely because it's so cartoonish. I'm thinking particularly of how she describes her home in the Hells being all "oh, how I adore it, the delicious agony of it all". It's so over the top it's eyeroll worthy. I don't think Zariel herself would be Like This about it

In other words: Mizora is a tryhard

And Karlach even implies that Mizora resented her because she was Zariel's favorite, which is why I think Mizora's tryhardness was intentional as opposed to just a lazily written villain. She wants to fit in the Hells so bad it makes her look stupid. And she never will, because no matter how over the top she is about being Generically Evil, she is simply not that powerful or important.

So she overcompensates, and then she uses Wyll as her punching bag. If her own superiors will always see her as vermin, then at least she can cope with that by treating others that way as well.

But like I said, she will have no time left to suck Zariel's toes if she spends all her time tormenting every single warlock under her patronage, so the question is: why Wyll?

Obviously his unwavering goodness is the biggest reason. His soul is already damned and yet he refuses to be selfish with the time he has left on the material plane. Mizora can own him, but she can't corrupt him, and that makes her hate him. The fact that even despite her best efforts he is still recognized and beloved as a hero has got to sting too, considering she tries so fucking hard to be the Evilest Cashier In Hell or whatever. And the fact that he still manages to belong in his world (however isolated and lonely he obviously is) despite his connection to hers and she can't belong in her world because of her connection to his... Well, jealousy is to be expected.

But I think his refusal to play nice with her also plays a big role.

There's the obvious "this makes her resent him even more" factor; if Mizora wants to feel superior, it must piss her off to no end that Wyll refuses to bow to her, even if he does her bidding.

But, paradoxically, this also makes her feel more powerful.

Because at the end of the day, she does own Wyll's soul, and he does have to do her bidding, even if he doesn't go quietly. And the fact that he hates her so openly makes it all the more satisfying to have him do what she wants anyway. In Wyll's words, "the more bullshit she pulls, the more [he's] forced to swallow". His hatred for her is exactly why she wants him so bad, even though she obviously hates him just as much.

And so this is why she's so desperate to get Wyll's soul back, and why, even if he breaks the pact, she still makes it a point to stay in camp just to fucking spite him. Because Wyll is the only warlock that actually makes her feel appropriately Powerful and Evil, if we assume that her other warlocks are simply not as good aligned as Good Alignment Georg or even just don't want the trouble of spiting her for no reason. She can be obeyed and tolerated and maybe even revered by the other warlocks, but only Wyll can make her feel like an absolute, inescapable power. Because the other warlocks choose to obey her. Wyll makes it clear that he has to, and thus, she feels like she is mighty.

And obviously I know that the whole "person who has it all is obsessed with the one person who doesn't obey them" trope is a well known cliche, but I think Mizora and Wyll's dynamic is unique in that Mizora doesn't actually want to make Wyll bow to her and respect her as an authority; she wants him to fight back so she can feel like she's winning.

(And, of course, because Mizora doesn't actually have it all; she's just a petty errand girl who wants to feel special)

So, yeah. Wyll's incredible bravery in constantly defying her is exactly why she is so eager to keep him

[phoward89]

Series Masterlist

Chapter 2:

White hot pain courses throughout your body as you lay on your stomach, on your small bed in the corner of the room. The room that was your bedroom, kitchen, and living room all in one cramped spot. Sitting on the bed next to you was Coryo.

He was washing your wounds, causing you to wince; let out sobs and whimpers since he wasn't very gentle.

“Stop whining, I'm almost done, darling.” Coryo told you with an edge to his baritone.

“It hurts, Coryo.” You cried, feeling like you just wanted to die- that's how much pain you're in.

And it seems that the asshole next to you, the peacekeeper responsible for your situation, isn't very empathetic despite claiming that he's your man now. Oh hell…how did this happen to you? Is your luck really that shitty?

“My friend, Sejanus, has some morphling for a bum knee. I'll find him; get some for you.” He told you, cleaning the last of your wounds. “Okay, pretty girl?”

“Okay.” You said, relieved that your tormenter (err new peacekeeper boyfriend?) was going to get you something for the pain.

“I'll get you some food too.” Coryo said while pulling your blanket on you, so that you wouldn't be cold. “Can't have my girl starving while she's hurt and healing, can I?” He rhetorically asked, standing up and taking the bowl with the bloody water and stained wash cloth over to the sink.

You heard the sound of the bowl clanking against the counter as he set it down. You also heard the sound of cabinets opening and closing as he looked for something in your sorry excuse for a kitchen. Curious about what he was doing, you turned your head only to see him taking your box of teabags out of the cabinet you stored them in. Oh, how nice of him. He's making you tea after he got you whipped; got your back torn to bloody shreds.

Oh yes, a cup of tea’s going to make everything all better. You'd rather have the morphling. You'd also rather be alone right now to wallow in your misery as well.

After leaving a cup of tea by your bedside and telling you to rest, Coriolanus left your apartment to go buy some groceries. After buying a bag of food, enough to feed the both of you for the week, he searched for Sejanus. Coriolanus was only seeking out the annoying district dog because you needed morphling; Sejanus was his only option to get it for you.

Well, that's not exactly true. Coriolanus can always acquire some from the local black market, but it'd cost him a fortune. Plus, he's not even sure that a morphling dealer would even sell to him considering he's wearing denim blue Peacekeeper fatigues. And he couldn't waste his time trying to haggle with some drug dealer, not when you're in desperate need of pain meds.

Oh, if only you didn't steal that apple; then Coriolanus would've never turned you in and you wouldn't be hurt. Why did you have to be so desperate? Couldn't you have just waited for him to approach you, to offer to buy you a treat of some sort?

Coriolanus knew that he'd have to teach you some patience. It is, after all, a very important virtue to have. He, in fact, is a very patient man. Perhaps that's why he was able to put up with all of your sobbing while cleaning up your bloody; shredded back. If he was a lesser man, he would've backhanded you and tossed you into the shower.

But, he's a patient man, so he'll deal with your bullshit in order to get what he wants. Oh, yea, and what he wants is you. You getting his dick wet more precisely. And also being the mother of his children, his wife, and his future First Lady since he finds you to be both beautiful and captivating.

He just has to teach you patience and maybe some manners too. At least you’re smart, or he thinks you are since you didn't try to run from him or beg your way out of your punishment.

So, when Coriolanus finally spots Sejanus (talking to some shady looking locals, of course) he jogs up to him- causing the sack of groceries slug over his shoulder to jostle around. “Sejanus, I need some of your morphling. My girl, Y/N, was whipped real bad this morning; I've been taking care of her since, but she's in pain- tear inducing pain.”

Of course, Coriolanus wasn't going to tell his friend that he's the one who turned you in; the one who got you whipped. Why would he? It wasn't any of Sejanus' business. He didn't need to know that tiny, insignificant detail. The district born dog didn't need to know everything about you and Coryo's life.

Sejanus' eyes went wide at his friend's words. He heard from a local rebel contact that a girl was stripped naked and badly whipped on the snow over an allegation of a stolen apple, one that she didn't have on her. But he didn't know that it was Coryo's girl that got whipped that morning.

“I heard about that, but I didn't know she was your girl, Coryo. Of course, I'll give you my morphling for her.” Sejanus told Coriolanus, sticking his hand in his pocket and quickly pulling out a bottle of morphling. Handing it over to the platinum blonde, he said, “If she needs anymore, just take it out of my lockbox.”

Yes! Score!

Coriolanus was ecstatic that he was able to manipulate stupid, sweet, do-gooder Sejanus into giving him some morphling. He wasn't expecting him to tell Coryo to wipe him out of his drug supply, but he's not going to turn that down.

No…

He's going to make good on that offer, snag up all of Sejanus' morphling so that you won't be in pain while you heal. You're just so pretty; Coriolanus hates the idea of you being in so much pain. And over something that could've been easily avoided too.

“Thank you, Sej. Really, I don't know what we'd do without your help.” Coryo told the dark haired peacekeeper, clasping him on the shoulder before taking off to get back to you.

You were half asleep (actually, you were half passed out from pain) whenever you heard the door creek open. Turning your head towards the door, you saw Coryo enter the small one-room apartment in the rundown tenant building you call home. A sack was slung over his shoulder.

Going over to the kitchen counter and setting down the sack, he announced, “I got us some groceries; got you the morphling from Sejanus too.”

Us? Since when does he live with you? Doesn't he live on base? Oh fucking hell…

As if he could hear your mental musings, he explained, “I'm trading days with some of my squad, taking their days off and then working for them, so I can spend some time here with you until you can get up; do for yourself.”, while unpacking the sack of groceries.

Great…

Just great…

Now he's dead set on staying with you, taking care of you til you're able to move around, and he's trading work days to do it. Oh by the gods, how the hell did this insane man find you? He's acting as if you're his lover, not some girl he turned in for punishment- for whipping.

Hell…

Why did you listen to Ashlie? You should've stayed home, in District 12. At least you wouldn't be dealing with delusional Private Coryo if you’d stayed in 12. God, you hate District 8 so much right now.

“Did you drink your tea?” Coryo asked, as if he really gave a fuck about your well-being, while grabbing some produce and putting them away in your small fridge.

“Some of it.” You answered right as a knock sounded at the door.

“You expecting anyone?” The platinum blonde demon of a man asked while going over to the door.

“No.” You simply told him, earning you a nod.

Coriolanus answered the door, only to be met with a petite young woman. “Are you here to see my girl, Y/N?” He asked the brunette, who was trying to look around his large frame and into the apartment.

“Your girl? She didn't mention taking up with a peacekeeper last time I saw her.” You heard Ashlie, your late brother's girlfriend that abandoned you after dragging you out here to this hellhole called 8, tell Coryo.

“Yes, well, it’s a fairly new development. But she's mine all the same.” Coryo told Ashlie in a diplomatic tone, a shit eating grin on his face.

He has power over you and like hell some ratty whore was going to poke and prod him about his relationship with you. It was none of her business that he just scooped you up today, literally.

“Send her away, Coryo.” You loudly ordered, since with didn't want to be bothered with Ashlie. Didn't she have better things to do, like live her new life with that rebel boyfriend of hers, then to check in on you? Not like she's been going out of her way to see you before you got hurt.

Looking between you and the door, Coryo simply nodded and, without warning, slammed the door shut in Ashlie's face. She tried to open it back up, but he threw his tall body against it- slamming it shut again and quickly locked the lock and placed the door chain in place.

Crossing the room, making a beeline towards your bed, Coriolanus asked, “Who was she, Y/N?”

“She used to be my brother's girl til he got blown up to bits during the summer when our rebel neighbor bombed the mines.” You explained to him as he pulled out a vial of morphling from his pocket.

Crouching down next to you, he popped the cork of the vial and tilted your chin up, only to pour the pain medicine down your throat. “Mines? But 8 doesn't have any mines.”

“Thank you.” You gratefully told Coryo as he set the empty vial to the side, next to your half empty teacup. “I'm originally from 12; just applied for a district transfer cause Ashlie couldn't handle her grief over Rein's death. She begged me to come here with her when word got out that a plague decreased their workforce; made district transfers available.” You explained, even tho you probably shouldn't be. He is a peacekeeper after all. And the one to get you whipped. But what harm is there in telling him your story? It's not like you have anyone anyways, you're an orphan- truly alone.

“I take it you're not on good terms with her.” Coryo said knowingly.

You're at the mercy of a delusional white-blonde peacekeeper. Thanks to Ashlie taking off. And any hope there was at repairing the sisterly friendship you once had flew out the window once you go whipped and became the the girl of some peacekeeper grunt- who's a hand short of a full deck.

“Not long after moving here she hooked up with some guy she met; left me all alone. So, yea, we're not on good terms.”

“I'm sorry she did that to you, darling. Family should never abandon family.” The blonde told you, lifting up your blanket to check on your wounds. “I'm here now, baby. You're my girl; I'll never let you be alone again.’ He promised, pressing a kiss to an unblemished part of your shoulder.

You didn't know what was worse. Being alone or being stuck with him. And something deep in your gut tells you that you'll never get rid of him. That he's worse than a tick on a bloodhound.

“Some of these lashes are deep. I can see some muscle and bone.” Coryo informed you. Well, that would explain why your back hurts like a bitch. At least the morphling he got you’s taking the edge off.

“You'll have to stitch me up, Coryo, or else I could get an infection and die.” You honestly told the peacekeeper, since the last thing you wanted was to get gangrene or sepsis. You really didn't want to get stuck going to the rundown public district hospital. You didn't have money for that, plus you heard some horror stories from coworkers at the peacekeeper uniform plant about the hospital.

No thank you, you'll take your chances at home with the devil.

“Don't talk like that, my darling. I'm not going to let you die; I'm going to take care of you.” Coryo said, petting your hair and pressing a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving your side to go find your sewing kit in order to stitch you up.

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[immaturityofthomasastruc]

In regards to what you mentioned in your Kwami's Choice Part 2 Plagg wanting to cataclysm Chloe post, that's the trope we call "Jerks Are Worse Than Villains", in which the jerks are hated more than the actual villains. Now granted, this is an out-of-universe reaction, but it feels like Thomas genuinely believes this in-universe with how he treats most of anyone who's against the heroes, mainly Marinette.

Funnily enough, Gabriel himself is on the list. As stated by TV Tropes, "Hawk Moth/Shadow Moth/Monarch is the subject of an odd variant of this with himself — in large parts of the fandom, his actions as Gabriel Agreste are seen as more detestable than those he takes as Hawk Moth. While Hawk Moth may akumatize civilians into fighting the heroes, he's spared due to a measure of Evil Is Cool and the impersonal scale of his supervillainy. Gabriel, on the other hand, is a chillingly accurate abusive parent to his son Adrien, micromanaging and isolating him since before the show began — and it doesn't help that he's willing to enable Lila in tormenting Adrien's friends (especially Marinette) for his own gain. It's telling that "Cat Blanc" is widely regarded as Gabriel's Moral Event Horizon crossing based on his treatment of Adrien and Marinette, and not for any of his usual supervillainy."

To a lesser degree, Chloe also made the list: "Chloé Bourgeois is a highly divisive character in the fandom, but she at least has a subset of fans who either Love to Hate or just straight-up love her. On the other hand, her parents André and Audrey are widely hated — the former for his constant abuse of his mayoral status, the latter for being an abusive parent and adult version of Chloé without any of her redeeming qualities, and both for pretty much enabling all of Chloé's worst behavior yet never getting called out or punished for it (by contrast, their daughter not only at least gets called out on her behavior, but is usually portrayed as being the sole one at fault for how nasty she's become). This applies more to Audrey, as André does show some sympathetic qualities in later seasons, and eventually faces Laser-Guided Karma after he's forced to resign due to the stress of his corruption and his "friend" Gabriel double-crossing him."

The last point with André is contentious, I know, but going back to my first paragraph, the show really does love treating Chloe, Lila, or anyone who is still less of a threat than Gabriel as WORSE than his supervillain identity because they weren't nice to Marinette, and some of the ones who see the light STILL AREN'T GOOD PEOPLE (Felix, Sabrina, Nathalie) or took way too long to get a Freudian Excuse as to WHY they're a jerk (Again, Felix, but also Alec Scataldi, pretty sure there's some others that can be listed here...), or retroactively aren't good (Jagged leaving Anarka (is Jagged really his birth name, or did they reveal it in supplementary like Placide or offhand like Armand?), Kim unintentionally traumatizing Marinette with his prank and then not feeling remorseful in the present day until after he's de-akumatized (which is actually just "be more empathetic to how people feel about your jokes" than any actual regret last I checked), some others I can't think of right now...). It's pretty bad...

The thing about that entry on TV Tropes is that it's usually the fans who view a character that way. It's never intended for a character who's just an asshole to be seen worse than a homocidial maniac.

With this show, it's like the writers are trying to gauge that kind of reaction out of the audience by constantly telling them that Chloe is this irredeemable monster as if we should hate her more than the actual supervillains who routinely endanger the world.

[howlonomy]

in all the 'trauma siblings' stuff with Clover & Kanako, I keep coming back to thinking about how Flowey engages with this

Like, here's someone who went through an at least similar ordeal of getting a human soul mixed into a monster body, leading to a lethal, traumatic injury, into a rebirth into a new body whose physical and emotional state are all way the fuck out of wack

Except Flowey was shaped a lot by having to go through the traumatic aftermath alone, and lives in the weird space of having experienced unknown years of resets but also is still mentally kind of a child

So I have to think that Flowey sees these kids and that little Asriel part of him is screaming "don't let them wind up like us", but being Flowey he also has no idea how to really comfort anyone.

Leading to sweet moments like Clover collapsing somewhere and before anyone else in their family can even pick up on something being wrong, there's already vines springing up to catch them, because of course Flower would know how to spot weakness in people after years of doing that, but now there's a productive positive use for that instinct and it's nice

But also moments like "Gee how do I cheer up Kanako about that appointment with Alphys... I know! We'll torment her! What a wonderful idea!" Because hey, a little bit of sadism always cheered him up when he was suffering

And he'd probably settle toward a crass & hyperbolic style of comforting people with hit-or-miss moments, like a sort of "Wow clover you ate SHIT just now", trying to get them laughing at the misfortune instead of crying, but obviously sometimes It's Not The Time For That or he reverts a bit back to thinking something really fucked up like "Man, that person was really rude just now, we should kill them and everyone they love" and the kids look back at Flowey like "dude what the fuck"

And everybody's different ways of processing trauma are constantly both helping and clashing with each other as these kids help each other figure this shit out because as much as the adults want to help nobody but these 3 can really come close to understanding how it feels

this has been a big ramble for an ask and not really an ask but I wanted you to have this

THIS IS SOOOO GOOD BECAUSE YOURE 100% RIGHT

flowey struggles with knowing the concept of empathy and compassion but not really. KNOWING it. i imagine he can at least remember how it feels being asriel and during the final boss but. its easy to know what it is and harder to put it into practice when you dont actually feel it

i think youre right in that he would try his best to help but not really know HOW. like it takes him a bit to realize that oh, i can see the weaknesses in people, whatdo i do with this information now that i cant use it to exploit them? what can i do to help instead of harm? what is objectively the GOOD thing to do with this information?

hes still an asshole and a bitch but he cares. hes learning to anyways. even if he missteps a lot the people around him are forgiving and willing to help him on the right path and correct him. i love…. flowey :[

[st4rzzl0verr]

can i have homicidal liu / sully hcs pls.. I NEED more content of them ugh

YES my favorites

i kinda feel like this kinda got away from me at times but i'd love to do like a continuation at some point

homicidal liu/sully hcs

Liu

he's a very timid creature at first

though that doesn't necessarily change much after time

he's nimble with his movements, hyper aware of surroundings

if you're just out for a little stroll with him, he's most likely scanning the trees or the buildings, and most definitely the people around

it's almost like he's waiting for something bad to happen at every turn

but nonetheless, the walks and the general time you could spend around him are always enjoyed

he smiles at the silly little remarks you make or shakes his head with a grin he tries to hide when you manage to really crack him up

and don't get me wrong, he's an utter sweetheart

he's a flower gifter, a love letter writer, and you can even just find a good friend in him as well

a very thoughtful person, whether those thoughts are just his constant inner dialogue or about the gifts and sweet gestures he offers

enjoys more of the quieter atmospheres that the area has to offer, like bookstores, his own room, random fields he likes to lay in

he really likes when it rains and he spends the entire day outside when it does

he attempts to get a normal amount of sleep but it never seems to work

he's tried warm tea, melatonin, a weighted blanket, literally anything to calm his nerves before bed but he still gets his usual nightmares and general inner torment

though if you're there to rub his back and help him back to peaceful sleep, that makes it a hell of a lot easier

but there's always dark circles around his eyes

also you can very clearly see the difference between when it's liu or sully, just by the way they each carry themself

it's in his eyes too, there's this solemn yet alert look in liu’s and sort of a dead look in sully’s

Sully

he's normally only fronting when he needs to in those pesky moments that set off liu

but the man has wants and needs as well

he certainly likes to steal pleasure from liu for himself pretty often

depending on the mood he's in, he’ll either not say a word at first or greet you with a “heyy thereeee”

he's pretty restless, always asking “so what is it you do around here anyway?”

he mumbles rude things occasionally

but when you've really pissed him off is when he gets a bit physical about it

he's very calculated with his movements, but he doesn't seem to try as hard with it as liu does

one to grab you by the collar and threaten things to his heart's content

but he doesn't mean any of it, especially if you're important to liu

but if you try and get on his good side as well, he's very interested

oh god if you're nothing but kind to liu AND you're still kind when sully’s being a dick?

he's in love

don't get me wrong, he's still an asshole

but he means it more teasingly now

this is when he starts fronting while you and liu would be cuddling or having a nice moment together in general

he gets insanely a little obsessive actually

suddenly it's a whole lot less of liu, who doesn't particularly like this new little craze that sully has

but sully doesn't care, he does and gets what he wants right?

hell you could even ask for him at this point and he'd be out in seconds

you'll be spending a lot more time out on the town late at night

because while liu likes the quiet life, sully is always ready for absolutely mayhem

each of them like a completely different style on you as well

sully prefers when you dress like a total badass and liu doesn't necessarily mind but he probably likes a cozier vibe

so if you're interested in a switch up of almost everything at any given moment, these two are your guys

[myths-tournaments]

Awful Characters Round 4 (1/4)

Propaganda under the cut!

IANTHE TRIDENTARIUS

Her number one hobby is ruining every person's that she knows life. Her second hobby is being soooo slutty about it despite looking like a literal wet rat. Her third hobby is having an extremely unhealthy relationship with her twin. Her other hobbies include cannibalism, wearing a maid outfit, being extremely convinced she is the main character, the badboy sexy love interest and the villain. 'Why', you may ask. Well, the answer is, for shits and giggles #justgirlythings i, aswell as literally everybody else in the fandom have gone through the pipeline from hating her to desperately wanting to fuck her. expect for i still fucking hope she dies and doesn't come back for good. (that would literally solve all of everybody's problems) as god intended (EXPECT FOR. one of her hobbies literally is gaslighting god) She is fucking horrible i will love her until i die and even after that

parks and recs jean ralphio voice she's the woooorst!! The moment she learns she has to kill someone to become a Lyctor (aka a more special necromancer), she doesn't hesitate to kill and cannibalize the guy who has been her cavalier since childhood… cavalier who she also totally bullied as kids, she was allowed to choose one guest for her and her twin sister's birthday party each year, and she would always pick whoever she thought her cavalier didn't want to see there! While other characters are shown to regret the process of becoming a Lyctor (which involves someone close to them dying)/were forced into it because of circumstances, Ianthe has absolutely no regrets, she believes she did what she had to do

The author once said of Ianthe: "I don't think she's been nice to anyone, if she has I'll go back and change it." She killed and ate the soul of someone she has known all her life so that she could become a necromantic saint and tormented him plenty before that. General negging, ganging up against him, always inviting people he didn't like to their birthday parties. She doesn't regret killing him. I think she is repulsed by the idea that his digested soul is affecting hers. She helped her crush lobotomise herself so she would be in Ianthe's debt, and later lied and said she didn't see the corpse of a woman her crush killed under her bed (why did she do that? I do not know). She has a bone arm because her original arm was cut off, she hated the replacement so her crush cut THAT off and grew her a new one out of just bones. She had it gilded and only after that did she decide to help her crush deal with the person who had been repeatedly trying to kill her. She wants so badly to be the main character but people keep interrupting her villain monologues.

she has her own content warning tag

She's such a bitch to everyone all the time, she causes nothing but problems, she tries to do a villain speech but fumbles it because her tummy hurt, she is the awfulgirl of all time

ANAKIN SKYWALKER

-war criminal -murdered a bunch of toddlers like five seconds after turning to the dark side -exploded his daughters home planet that one time -murdered an entire village bc some of them killed his mom (and not just the men, but the women and the children, too) -choked out his pregnant wife and sent her into early labor -murdered a bunch of jedi -had a really dumb braid at one point -tried to kill obi-wan (his mentor, brother, friend, guardian, and basically the most important person in his life) -failed to kill obi-wan and got his shit fucked up so badly that he became basically a walking iron lung, if iron lungs were an ill-timed sneeze away from killing you -went back for MORE a decade after obi-wan beat his ass just to be a dick. like he dragged the poor fucker's face through fire just to be an asshole -annoying

[mushroommanstan]

For your creepy Tenko series I'm totally the type of person to go up to him and try to fact check. Like I would see this guy being bullied get concerned and try to be his friend. Oh boy him dealing with a woman who discovers that he did something that was not his fault as a child and he's been tormented ever since yeah no I would be his friend... Then totally fall for him. You just made him far too precious!

Fact check

College au Tenko

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As usual, people whispered and heckled quietly as he walked by in the halls. It was annoying for sure, but he had to admit, if there was one thing good about being a social pariah it’s that people always clear a path for you. And considering how crowded the halls get, it comes in handy.

So after so many years of not having to watch where he was going, I guess he couldn’t be blamed when he bumped into you, falling onto his ass with a “oof”. There were a few gasps from the audience, stilling and waiting to see if you would melt into a pile of rushed apologies like any normal person.

“Watch it asshole!”

Almost everyone erupted with a chorus of “oooooooo” like they were elementary school kids watching a classmate being taken out into the hall. He rolled his eyes at their exaggeration, picking himself back up and dusting off his pants before turning to you, still expecting an apology or something even though it was clearly his fault.

The friends you were gabbing with all took a step back from you, leaving you to unknowingly face this demon alone.

You recognized him almost immediately, not by his actual appearance but from the way people would describe certain attributes about him. Jet black poofy hair, blood red eyes, cracks and scars littering his face, yep, that’s the guy. Although you had to admit seeing him in person you realized you had imagined him all wrong. People would describe his features like they were telling a ghost story but in reality he was pretty… cute.

“Oh, you must be Shimura right? I’ve heard about you, nice to meet you in person.” You stuck your hand out, inviting him for a handshake to which he just raised an eyebrow at you in disbelief. Really? This is a joke right? You’re asking him for a handshake.

Apathetically, he shook your hand, his unkept fingernails and scratchy skin poking out from under his gloves making you wince a little. His face didn’t change from his disbelieving, mildly annoyed grimace, as if he was saying “are you this stupid” with his eyes.

“So…” you started, playing with your fingers a little bit. “Is it true you… uh… killed people. Like that’s obviously a rumor right?”

He sighed. “Wow, straight to the punch huh? Alright, yes, I did kill people. Quite a few. Happy?”

Your face dropped. That was not the answer you were expecting. Before you figured they were just batshit crazy rumors that would make for a good icebreaker you two could laugh about. I mean, there’s no way any self respecting college would let him in! But….

“Oh. Oh, my god.” You started, your face turning to an expression more familiar to him. “And so, the stuff about you bringing a hand… to…”

Before you could finish your sentence he had already brought it out, wiggling the limp grey appendage in front of your face as people gagged and screamed around you, evacuating and giving you two some privacy.

You were utterly speechless. “I…but…c-can I ask why? Why you…”

He put father back in his pocket and stuck his pinky finger in his ear, looking away from you disrespectfully as he wiped his eardrums with his nails. “You have the internet. Just look up “Tenko Shimura Killer” and you’ll have all the information you need. Can I go now? I gotta get to class and I don’t feel like explaining to the professor how I got caught up in a surprise interrogation.”

Rather rudely, he lightly shoved you out of the way, making you huff. What an asshole! What a rude… intriguing asshole. Hmmm…

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You weren’t expecting so many results to pop up. Whenever normal people search up their names there’s only like one result, maybe two of you’re lucky, but this guy has to have thousands. News reports, sympathy blogs, theorizers, interviews, so, so many interviews. You were actually able to learn a surprising amount from just a single news article, and found he might not be as black and white as you thought.

Yes, he did kill people. But as you came to found out, it was indisputably accidental, something that, from the rumors you’ve heard at the college, has been coming back haunt him for years in the form of unrelenting harassment.

After some digging, you were even able to find a recording of an interrogation he had to go through when he was just a little kid.

(Static buzz + crying)

Cop 1: can you tell us where your family is?

(Silence apart from crying)

Cop 2: Tenko?

Tenko: H-help me… please

Cop 2: That’s what we’re trying to do bud. We just gotta know if you have any living relatives.

(Crying intensifies)

Tenko: …please, you have to help me… I’m sorry!

Cop 1: sorry for what? I don’t have all day shit stain! Now where the hell are your parents?

Cop 2: Jesus Christ Mitch he’s just a little kid!

Cop 1: a little kid who’s wasted half an hour of our time with his “I’m sorry”s and “help me”s. It’s getting old, and we need answers.

Cop 2: he just doesn’t seem to be in the right frame of mind for this. We should call it a night and try it again tomorrow.

Cop 1: like hell we are. He’s not spending another night at the station. Now tell me kid, where! Are! Your! Parents!

Tenko: I KILLED THEM!!!

(Silence)

Tenko: I’m so sorry, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to I’m sorry!

Cop 2: Jesus

(Sound of person vomiting)

Cop 1: oh god fucking damn it.

End of recording.

You went pale hearing this. He sounded young, too young, and you could feel his despairing sobs nearly breaking your heart in two. Holy hell, oh, just oh my god. That poor bastard! How could people say such terrible things about him when he’s already been through so much!

Under the article, you saw a Reddit post titled “Tenko Shimura harasses hot student, creep gonna creep”, in which someone took a picture of your encounter that day, with him waving the hand in your face. The comments, good lord the comments, they just made you cry even harder.

You shut your laptop. It probably wasn’t your business to meddle in but you didn’t care, you were gonna do what you could to make his life less hellish. He’s been through enough.

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You waited for him in the halls, this time with your eyes trained on the door as you purposefully stand in what would soon be his way. People almost questioned you, almost, but the fierce look of determination in your eyes and your tense stance told them this was not their fight. Didn’t stop them from waiting around in the background though, wanting to see just what you’ll do.

You didn’t know how, but even though you were looking right at the door he still managed to go unnoticed, seemingly camouflaging himself amongst the other students. You only noticed him when he was just about to pass by you, when his hair fluttered and for just a moment his striking red eyes were visible, seemingly glowing from the dark clothing and hair.

You caught his wrist as he passed, and everyone watching tensed. He turned around immediately muttering “who the fuck-“ before you pulled him in for a hug.

He let out a shocked gasp, struggling in your hold as he thought you were attacking him or something.

“I’m so sorry Tenko, I’m so sorry you had to go through that.” You whimpered meekly into his chest. He stopped struggling, not having heard that from someone that wasn’t a hero in front of a news camera.

He patted your back awkwardly as he felt his hoodie moisten, realizing you were crying on him… for him. “There there?”

He hadn’t actually expected you to look him up. Maybe skim a few pictures or scroll through Reddit sure but from the looks of you it seems you did more research than he thought you would.

He held you, beyond confused, as you trembled attached to his chest. A crowd formed around you guys and it wasn’t long before some took pictures. He didn’t care though, never did. But still, judging on how it looks he can imagine the way they’ll spin it.

After a moment you rose from his chest and tearfully gave him your number in case he’d ever need someone to talk to, which he skeptically accepted. And eventually, on a cold, lonely night he did find himself in a moment of weakness, so he decided to dial you up even though you might just make him feel worse. You didn’t, you actually listened without judgement, and after that he didn’t feel so reluctant about calling you.

Venting calls turned to causal chats turned to gaming calls, and for once he actually felt like a normal person with normal friends. It struck him that this is what his life could be

If the others just did their fucking research.

[its-no-biggie]

wheel the wheel!! Wheel the wheel!!!!

straight up wheeling it. and by it, haha, well. lets justr say. the wheel

oooooh. intriguing....... the thing with lopez ships is like. if its a character who cant speak spanish you have to either envision a world where they dont have a language barrier, or ship two people who cant communicate 😭 and like. the language barrier is soooo essential to lopezs character. he has to be a miserable asshole who can understand everything the rnbs are saying but cant communicate back. so that leaves. tucker learns spanish? or they somehow have a relationship without being able to speak.

now, tucker learning spanish isnt completely unreasonable. maybe he learned it to pick up girls or something. and i think that creates a fun dynamic, where lopez keeps making his sarcastic asides but tucker can understand him now. he probably wouldnt translate for him, hes not that nice, but they could talk shit together...... tucker obviously enjoys the company of crabby assholes. he wouldnt be like grif who completely ignores lopez after learning spanish 😭 and especially if this is like chorus era and tucker is looking for something to fill the church shaped hole in his life...... caboose befriends freckles and tucker befriends lopez. lmao i feel like this scenario is custom-made to torment wash 💀 what did he do to deserve this.......

but a world where tucker doesnt speak spanish is kind of hilarious..... yeah this is my asshole robot boyfriend. yeah i dont understand him either i can just tell hes an asshole. [stop calling me your boyfriend, asshole.] love you too, babe 😉 [ill kill you.] you see the vision. honestly this seems way more like a donut move but i think tucker would do it as a bit for like a couple weeks. maybe hes fighting with church and wants to prove that even someone he cant understand would be better company 💀

anyway and then lopez leaves him for sheila #SHEIPEZNATION!!!!!

[jacevelaryonswife]

Maybe I just wanna be yours

Even though he were handsome and kind, you were successful in avoiding fantasizing about Billy, after all, what is the possibility of seeing him again?

∴pairing: Billy Washington x Fem!reader

∴warnings and a note: fluffy and smut, english is not my first language. This shot was made for this request. 2,8k

ewanverse characters

Your routine was well defined. You would wake up early to work as a waitress at a local restaurant, which worked in the morning until late and was open for breakfasts and lunches, then you would come home and study for a few hours, to finally spend the rest of the day with your mother. Even smaller and working hours less than the other establishments, the restaurant was quite old, classic and well located, with a satisfactory flow of customers every day. It was not exactly what you imagined for your life, but it was a good job, with a good salary and close to your home, a real rarity to find. When the financial situation of your house stabilized, you planned to take a vocational course or a college, but so far you hadn’t made up your mind. While this didn’t happen, you enjoyed the happiness that life provided you, whether it was staying at home on lazy days, taking some walks, buying things, taking advantage of the day off or trying to find some nice guy, but the latter was more of a torment than a happiness in fact.

You've had one night stands and some failed attempts at romance, but you've never found a minimally decent guy to be ideal. You see, you were demanding, but you knew how to be flexible in your choices and yet immense bad luck seemed to haunt your love life. Maybe the mistake was in you after all, maybe you weren't ideal for anyone, not even for the guy who made you pay the dinner bill and blamed you for not being able to make you cum.

No, heavens! He was an asshole, idiot and profiteer, you deserved more than that asshole! But so many disappointments made you stop looking for someone.

Your life was followed the way it was in recent months, a good routine and a well-deserved rest, without many big emotions and weekly happiness in small things, until everything changed when he, Billy, showed up.

An attitude that constantly embarrassed you was to imagine your life with some clients you served, it was pathetic and needy, but you couldn't contain yourself sometimes. Because of the last events of your life, you stopped paying attention to them, but then a tall and slender figure entered a calmer moment of the day, with dirty blonde hair and such beautiful blue eyes. You anticipated to serve him, since your co-worker was with two other desks, greeting him with a simple smile without showing your teeth. “Hello, welcome to Little Jim, I will be in charge of your table. If you need anything, just call,” you said.

“Thank you,” he said softly, returning the smile.

To your surprise, your boss had known him for some time — from what you listened discreetly.

"Billy, how are you, lad? What about Lana? It's been so long since I've seen you two," Jay said with one hand on his shoulder.

"She's fine, you know, a lot at work," he, Billy, replied.

“What about you? Did you find something nice? Something with computers, huh? It's the job of your young people's dream."

Billy lowered his head with a small weak smile. “I got a nice job, the last few years have been a little tough but I managed to reverse the situation,” he pouted.

"You deserve it, you're a good boy and you have the same blood as your sister. Feel free here, who is serving you?"

You pretended to be waiting for the order from the other table as you turned to disguise yourself, but soon heard your name being called by you with a large amount of white threads and looked at him in false curiosity as you walked to his side.

"Take good care of my lad Billy, he's a special customer!" He said playful.

“I will, don't worry,” you smiled at both of them, but even more at Billy, who returned your gesture with sweetness and shyness.

Even though he were handsome and kind, you were successful in avoiding fantasizing about Billy, after all, what is the possibility of seeing him again?

Surprisingly you was discharged, since approximately five days later he returned to the restaurant, but this time he was attended by Nancy, your co-worker and another single waitress. Even busy, you looked at him a few times and caught him stealing glances at you too, causing a shy smile on both of you. No words were exchanged between you that day, but the fate seemed to reserve good things, since three days later he appeared again, only at the time you were closing. You knew you should say goodbye to your boss and leave, but Billy looked so handsome with his clean hair and trimmed beard...

You wanted him to talk to something, anything in your direction.

And then, when you signaled to your boss that you were on your way to catch the bus, he apparently had another idea.

"Billy, are you still living in the same apartment?" He asked, stating that you lived on his own streets. Oh... he lived near...

Mm.

No, stop.

While you were daydreaming about the fact, your boss was already planning some things, such as a possible ride, until you realized it. "Oh no, you don't have to bother!"

"It's not a problem, I'm going home anyway."

Although you was reluctant to accept it, Jay insisted that you go. It would be a hand in the wheel and an economy in your money, what could go wrong? As you got into the car, your old boss blinked suggestively at Billy, making him blush and lower his head in shame. What was better than a cupid?

“Thank you for the ride, it's very kind of you,” you said.

“You're welcome, it's no problem,” he said softly. "So... how long have you been working for Jay?" He tried.

“A few months ago. It's a good job, and he's a good boss,” you answered sympathetically. "And you, how long have you known him?"

"Since I was a kid, he's been a friend of my family."

"Oh, that's good."

The desire to look for another subject was mutual, as well as the shy silence that followed, neither of them confident in asking something particular from the other, so Billy asked another comprehensive question.

"Have you lived here for a long time?"

You watched him calmly, although your heart was a little racing. "A few years ago, not many, we lived somewhere else but things got a little difficult and we need to move."

“I understand,” he contemplated your answer.

"What about you?"

“I've always lived in the region, but I've been living alone for some time,” he replied.

Again the silence gained strength, only more comfortable than before since neither of you were so nervous. However, your side that avoided fantasizing about the beautiful blonde and his incredibly big hands? You can forget it. You were already thinking about him and his pleasant smell, and luckily for him, he remembered Jay's suggestive wink and decided to act when he arrived at your apartment.

“Thank you again,” you said with a shy smile.

"You're welcome, so, would you like to go out for coffee someday?" Billy asked slowly. Oh, how he hated these situations! His self-esteem was not a big deal and receiving a no from a beautiful girl was not pleasant, but then life - and you - seemed to smile at him.

"I'd love to go out with you. But I'm not a big fan of coffee,” you timidly confessed.

Heavens, the little smile he showed you was so cute and sweet, as if your answer had illuminated his whole life. "So what do you suggest?

“Can you give me your number so we can arrange it?"

“Sure,” he gave you the number and his full name. Billy Washington. You had a date with Billy Washington at the weekend at a cute local desserts place that you always wanted to go to. Your mind became restless when you got home, looking for him immediately on social networks to learn more about him. His Instagram didn’t have so much actionable information and the last update was about a year, Facebook was a little more revealing about some curiosities about his age and education — Twitter was out of the question. He was older than you, which caused a different excitement in your belly. But even with your efforts to find out things about your date, that night Billy and you began to chat by messages, starting a routine where curiosities about you were exchanged.

The anxiety built on your body had peaks and falls over the days, disturbing your thoughts. How should you go? Should you really go? After so many loving disappointments your mind and heart were not the most hopeful in a new endeavor, but the fire and the desire to find a love and be found by it were still lit in you. That's why you chose your best products to get ready that day, starting with a fragrant soap for the bath, the hair care kit, waxing cream, moisturizer and body oil, perfume and makeup. You were beautiful and serene, and you knew you would cry if things went wrong this time.

Luckily for you, Billy was extremely punctual. Quickly saying goodbye to your mother and making sure you would send her some messages to say you was fine, you greeted him when you saw him wait in front of the car.

“Hi,” your smile was wider than usual.

“Hi. You look pretty,” he said in a soft voice, opening the car door for you to enter.

“Thank you, you too.”

Maybe fate intended to smile at you, since from the moment you chose the table the dialogue was present at full speed. He talked about his sister's work in the bomb squad, his own work in information technology, some stories of his life and his tastes. You did the same, talking about your reality, your dreams, what you wanted to conquer and the things you found happiness. There was no pattern of dialogue, since at one hour he was telling about his uncle who named his dogs with atypical names, followed by you telling how you fell on your first day of employment.

At the end of each report there was a gaze full of expectation on both sides, an unspoken suggestion. Maybe he was the guy. But it was you who took the first step.

"I wanted to ask something. Doesn't it bother you to go out with someone younger?" Your voice was low and uncertain.

"Doesn't it bother you to go out with someone older?" He answered with another question.

“No, it doesn't bother you,” you said.

"Neither me."

It was already night when you asked for the bill and he fervently insisted to pay, holding your waist on the way back to the car. Your next step was bold, preventing him from opening the door for you as he leaned against it and gently pulled it by the hand to stand in front of you.

“I had a lot of fun today,” you leaned your two hands gently on his chest.

"Me too," he circled your waist, "but you don't have to do that if you don't want to."

A bold smile shone on your face before saying, "I want to. And you?"

He smiled too.

“Me too.”

Your lips touched each other with sweet tenderness, soft and shy as you tasted each other quickly.

"Do you want to come home with me?"

He didn't have to make an effort to convince you to say yes.

Just a few seconds after the apartment door closed, Billy traced his thumb over your lower lip before you kissed again, more intense than before. You held both sides of his head and leaned on his soft lips, returning the anxious desire to prove it. The wet and gentle kiss made you float in his arms, making it easy for him to take your body to the room to undress you without haste, passing his long fingers through each exposed piece of skin. You closed your eyes when you felt the steaming sensation of tongues and teeth in your neck, allowing yourself to sigh loudly. His hands kneaded your naked breasts and the flesh of your ass while diving into your neck, flooding yout mind with such delicious sensations.

“Let me take it off,” you said while holding the hem of his shirt, getting space to grope his deliciously defined chest and with some hair. God, he was so handsome.

You leaned over to return the kisses on his soft chest, sucking the pink areolas to provoke him — and apparently it worked, as the tightness on your waist got sharper. He moaned softly when you spanned him over your pants, closing your eyes and leaving erotic sounds with the intimate massage received. Your hands were masturbating him and your mouth tasting his abdomen were making him warm and needy, making him move away against his taste to remove his pants, shoes and socks.

He pulled you for a messy and wet kiss, sucking your tongue and tasting your tasty lips. He squeezed your ass and waist while depositing your body on the bed, retreating to pick up the condom package in the nightstand drawer.

You felt in the clouds when kisses were planted on your inner thighs, contributing to the accumulation of moisture in your flower.

“Your skin is so soft,” he purred satisfied.

“Mmm. Thank you,” your voice was sly.

And then, your panties were removed to expose your needy intimacy and bright entrance, making his mouth water while more kisses were destined to his belly. “You’re so damn beautiful,”

“You too,” you said out of breath. The wet and loving trail followed your breasts, where he sucked, licked and nibbled like a hungry and spoiled man, making you purr like a cat and your pussy squeeze for him. Your legs caged him and you pulled him for a terrifying kiss full of tongue and teeth crashing, you wanted him so much, you needed him so much. Your hand pulled his beautiful hair while gently scratching the light skin of his shoulder, making him moan and grind against your pussy. “Billy,” you sighed expectantly, every vein of your body burning in eagerness to receive you.

He moved away weakly to remove the last piece of his body and put on the condom, smoothing your leg before adjusting to your entrance. Your eyes closed when he felt him enter and a moan left your throat in the sensation. Billy was slow to push on you, but just as noisy. He held your thighs before moving gradually, at a deliciously slow and constant pace, making you relax and squeeze on his perfect cock.

“Mmm Billy.”

He moaned deeply as he leaned over your body to capture your lips in a quick and superficial kiss, sinking into your neck as he continued to slowly fuck your body. Your legs caged him when the friction of their bodies became too terrifying to hold, so stupidly good to be real, so affectionate and hot that it made you shipwreck with pleasure. His speed increased when you started to squeeze him more intensely, getting lost in yous body and in your hot and wet grip.

"So good… fuck.”he praised you close to your ear, contributing to the construction of your majestic peak that made you moan loudly and twitch belos him with fire burning your body and clear lights blinding your sight. You loved him, it was almost certain — or the orgasm made you believe it.

“I'm close,” he warned breathlessly and with wandering movements before cumming with a deep moan, weighing a little on your body, which you willingly left.

You smiled satisfied and happy for the amazing sex and for the whole set of the night, but a weight on your chest appeared soon after to harm your peace. What if that was all he wanted? Just one night. Oh no, please don't! How should you approach the subject without spoiling the most pleasant weather? Luckily for you, he decided to start.

"Did you like it?" A classic question asked when he rolled to your side after discarding the condom.

“Yes, I did, I liked our day today,” you confessed.

"Me too," he brought you to his chest, "could become common, us you know," he suggested with expectation.

"Do you want it too?" Your eyes shone when he asked, "because I would love to. Us."

Billy smiled, cradling you even closer, his eyes as bright as yours.

"It's a mach, then."

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ewanverse taglist: @aemonds-fire @partypoison00 @schniiipsel @fan-godess

general: @chompchompluke @kravitzwhore @partypoison00

[kteezy997]

6 Months-Part Two// t.c.

Warnings: coming off of a sedative, cursing, abduction, very very brief mention of violence and rape (not by Timothee!)

Mature 18+ readers only please!

A/N: It’s a bit long, so grab a snack or something while you read haha

The last thing Cameron could remember was walking down an alley, and she was faced with some stranger. That was it.

Now, she woke from a deep sleep in some strange room. It sunk in that she had been abducted, and she was nearly crippled with fear. She ached with anxiety. Who had taken her? What did they want?

Eventually, she was able to get up from the bed. She steadied herself on her feet. Her vision was almost totally blurred. She blinked over and over to try and see clearly. The room was rather large, with minimal, yet still inviting decor. She found the door and pounded on it ferociously with her fists.

Not long after she first hit the bedroom door, she saw footsteps in the crack of light underneath the door. Next, she heard keys being inserted and turning in the lock. She waited for the footsteps to go back the way they came, and then she cautiously opened the door.

It dawned on her that this house was enormous. She worried that she would get lost, but then again, she had no idea where she was, or where she was going. She ended up in a room with nice furniture and a grand fireplace. The warmth from the flames met her skin, and for a second, she felt a bit of comfort.

She looked up and stopped in her tracks at the sight of a movie poster framed on the wall. It was of the film Dune.

........

Timothee put Cameron in a chair nearby in the den. She had fainted.

She woke a few minutes later. She sunk back into the chair, trying to get as far from him as she could. "What the fuck is this? Why am I here?"

"You are not in any danger, okay? I need you to believe that. I do not wish to harm you. Please just let me explain things to you."

"Get to it, asshole." she said, trembling with anger.

Timothee stood up, taking a few steps, choosing his words precisely in his head before stopping in front of the bright, crackling fireplace.

"This past year has been mentally tormenting for me. I had a failed work venture, and worse, I lost my grandmother, who I loved more than anything in the world. Everything was just piling on top of one another, and I felt like a fucking ghost floating through my life." He inhaled sharply before his next statement, "But then I saw you. It was love at first sight. It was something I had never experienced before."

"I found out who you were," he continued, "and I read your books. I fell in love with the way your mind works, Cameron. You brought me back to life. And I don't want that to go away, ever. I needed to find a way to make you mine."

Cameron sat silently in the chair, listening to him, but not growing sympathetic in the slightest. "I'm not an object. You cannot own me. You think that just because you're some hot shit little actor with millions that you can kidnap me and then I'm all yours? No fucking way, you bastard." She spit venom with every syllable.

Timothee took note of her fierceness but was not yet deterred. "I didn't think that. Which is why I'm giving you the chance to fall in love with me. I won't force it. I want you to come to me on your own, because you want to."

"But I have my own life! My boyfriend will be looking for me, I have family and friends, I have a job! You can't do this; I don't need love from you."

"Hm," Timothee took his phone out of his pocket and after a few seconds, he showed the screen to Cameron. There were explicit photos of her boyfriend with other women. "He doesn't deserve you." he said plainly.

Tears rolled down Cameron's face. She didn't even realize she was crying. It was devasting knowing that her boyfriend had been cheating on her. But the more intense feeling was the hatred she had for the man in front of her. "Fuck off." she said, before launching out of the chair and running.

Timothee took off right after her, catching her in his arms, he said, "Cameron, I won't hurt you. I won't do anything without your permission. Not until you want me." He held her firmly as she struggled with him. "I'll do anything to make you fall in love with me."

He put his hand on her face, making her look at him. "You have six months. If you don't love me by then, I will let you go."

“Fuck you!” she grumbled, running away from him again.

She made it further this time, as he was caught off guard. But his damn long legs made it easy for him to catch up and stop her.

“You should stop this.” he warned. “You don’t even know where you are. You don’t know your way around this house.” He put her up against the wall, holding her there and string dead into her fiery eyes. “I swear on my grandmother that you are more than safe. You will be taken care of.”

“My family will be looking for me.” she huffed.

“We got your phone, we let everyone close to you know that you’ve accepted a job offer in L.A., a six-month trial. You will get your phone and laptop back when the time is right.”

Cameron pushed him away, “Who is we?”

“I have people.” Timothée said.

“Mr. Chalamet, your meeting is in just a few minutes.”

They both looked over at the woman who entered the room without either of them knowing.

"Cam, this is my assistant. She will be here to help you if you need anything." Timothee said.

She was quick to speak back, "It's Cameron, I'm not a five-year-old, do not call me Cam."

Timothee grinned at Cameron, then looked at his assistant, "Take her back to her room. She needs some more rest."

Timothee departed, and the assistant said, "Okay, let's go, Miss Reese."

Cameron rolled her eyes, turning and walking in the direction in which she was being led. "You're a woman helping a man imprison another woman. How could you do that? Especially in this day and age?"

"Oh, I wouldn't think of it like a prison at all. Mr. Chalamet isn't a violent or malicious person. He has admired you for quite some time now." she stopped in front of a door, "He's a good person, you'll see." She then opened the door, letting Cameron in.

"This is such bullshit." she spat as she walked in.

"Get some rest. Breakfast will be served in the morning. He wishes for you to join him then.”

Cameron rolled her eyes at the idea of sitting down for a meal with Timothee.

......

It was mostly a sleepless night, but she managed to get a couple of hours of rest. The room was somewhat cozy and the bed was king sized and soft with a thick comforter, so it wasn't totally unpleasant.

When she opened her eyes, there he was. Timothee was sitting in a chair just a few feet from the bed, with his eyes on her. "Jesus, you creep!" she yelled at him, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "How long have you been watching me sleep?"

"Oh, not long, like five minutes.” Timothée was evidently nervous, being with her in person was surreal after admiring her from afar for so long. “Sorry, I didn't want to scare you. I just wanted you to have your clothes and stuff, so I had them brought in. Breakfast is almost ready." he stood from the chair, "You'll smell the food, so you won't have trouble finding the kitchen, the dining room is nearby there." Timothee brushed his hands on his jeans awkwardly before nodding at her and leaving the room.

Cameron looked down at the floor, seeing a few boxes and recognizing her belongings. She figured it was of no use to protest, her family had been told some lie and she had no way of contacting anyone. She was hungry anyway. She got out of bed, picked out some clothes for the day, and got out some toiletry items to freshen up with.

Timothee was right about the food, the way it used her senses, specifically her nose of course, to rope her in the direction of the kitchen. It smelled divine.

"Oh, good morning, Miss Reese. You look nice, I'm sure it was a relief to have some of your own things?" a middle-aged woman greeted her when she arrived in the kitchen. She looked like someone's sweet granny.

"Yeah, it was. Um, who are you?"

"Forgive me for not introducing myself, dear, I'm Mrs. Davis. I'm a housekeeper-slash-chef-slash whatever I'm needed to be. I just fill in wherever needed." the older woman had a little laugh and Cameron smiled kindly. "I'll show you to the dining room. Mr. Chalamet is already in there."

Cameron followed Mrs. Davis, and was met with a full, colorful breakfast spread: eggs, bacon, biscuits, waffles, orange juice, coffee; so much food that she didn't know where to put her eyes. It felt like forever since she'd had something to eat. She was so hungry that she had to stop herself from actually salivating. Then she saw him at the end of the table.

Timothee stood when he saw her walk in. He walked down to the other end of the table and pulled out the chair for her to sit. "Please have a seat." he said, his voice was soft and welcoming.

Cameron sat in the chair, not quite fazed by his gentlemanliness. She grabbed the seat, scooting the chair in for herself. She didn't want his help. She made that clear to him.

Mrs. Davis left the room and Timothee resumed his position at the opposite end of the table. "I hope you were able to get some rest. You look-"

"So, I guess you're acting as if you're me texting all of my loved ones that everything is fine. Are they asking any questions? Are they worried about me?" she asked as she took it upon herself to start spooning some food onto her plate.

Timothee cleared his throat, "Uh, yeah I've got people working on that. Some of your friends and family congratulated you on the new job and wished you safe travels."

"You have people for everything." she pointed out in annoyance and took a bite of scrambled egg.

"That comes with having some money to hire a staff in your home."

"Too bad money didn't buy your happiness, Mr. Chalamet." she said in a snarky tone. "Then I wouldn't be here."

He chuckled humorlessly at her remark, "Well, speaking of buying things, I'd like to take you out shopping, so you can complete your wardrobe for your stay here, if you like."

"You make it sound like it's my choice."

"I don't wish to control you, Cam."

"That's not my name." she snapped, cutting him off.

He ignored her comment, continuing, "But I think for your sake, you could maybe think of this as an adventure. The more that I begin to trust you, God willing, you will get your devices back. I want you to enjoy yourself here. Maybe you could even write, I hope you find some inspiration while you're here. Sorry, I'm rambling, I know. I-uh find it hard to control myself around you."

"Are you trying to justify your actions?"

"No." he said, genuinely.

"I really hate people like you, ya know? People that think the world owes them something instead of accepting that life is a little tough sometimes-"

"I know that what I've done is wrong!" Timothee screamed.

Cameron was taken aback and silenced. It was a shock to hear him yell.

"I'm sorry." he said softly, composing himself.

She could tell then how troubled he was on the inside, it was written all over his sullen face. She could practically feel the tenseness from across the room as she noticed that his hands were balled into fists.

"I will take care of you. You have free roam of the mansion. I will have guards at every exit until I know that I can trust you. The staff and I will accommodate any want or need that you have."

Cameron remained quiet, fully listening to him. She began to think that at least she wasn't chained in a dark, cold room with no food or water. She wasn't being beaten or raped. This situation definitely was not ideal, but she realized that she had been brought into a life of luxury.

"Please, Cameron, just give me a chance. I ask nothing else of you."

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[badlydrawnrufioh]

Inbox is empty, and I haven't been very active in a long while, so I figured I'd share some relationships stuff (/≧▽≦)/

Kankri Rufioh finds his blabbing a bit much, and doesn't always get what's Kankri's actual deal, but he assumes best and tries to more or less abide. He respects him a lot and feels like he owes Kankri for a few things he'd done for him (and Damara) in the past, but since Kankri isn't making a big deal of it, neither is he. Overall considers their relationship good, and feels like Kankri's one of very few people who get him. Mutant buddies.

Damara Oh the tragedy of doing something stupid when you were, like, 13. Really, that whole drama follows them into their young adulthood, even though they both want to put it behind them (thanks, Meenah). Overall, they've got the top 10 most tragic moirallegiances in the history of Paradox Space, and they aren't even paledating. They were confused and traumatized kids. To Rufioh, Damara is probably the single most important person in his life and afterlife, but he's not able to fully face it yet. Mostly because of his guilt over hurting her in the past, and failing to take responsibility (they were getting there! buuuut stuff happened, thanks [REDACTED]), and then getting hurt by her, which, ngl, pretty traumatizing. He misses her a lot, but, as usual, won't confront these feelings.

Mituna He likes him, but does find his sense of humor a bit uncomfortable. They used to hang out more early in the game and with Kankri, too (mutant trio mutant trio), which was... an experience, to say the least. It might've soured Rufioh's opinion a little bit, as he was borderlne third-wheeling at times - Kankri and Mituna had their own relationship drama going on, and as much as Rufioh liked to ignore the issues in front of him, even he struggled with that one. But it wasn't his business, y'know? So it was just awkward. Eventually they drifted apart, and that was that. He still thinks Mituna's cool, tho, they just aren't close.

Meulin He thinks she's neat. Very nice - god knows that session could have used somebody like that. He respects and appreciates her cheerfulness even in difficult times. Definitely watched anime together and talked about ships. Just an easy person to be around. He also bonus respects her for defending Damara when Meenah was tormenting her.

Porrim Finds her extremely uncomfortable to be around. Aside from her culler-like tendencies which raised a lot of red flags in the first place, her "men are horrible and women are victims of everything" views also didn't endear her to him. And as somebody who struggles with agency and being stripped of it, the fact that she still can't take no for an answer (see: Kankri), makes him even more uncomfortable. Avoids like a plague.

Latula She's cool if a bit overwhelming. He respects her a lot, and I imagine they played games together. Turned out they were into similar genres, so before everything fell apart, they used to vibe. After Mituna's accident they barely interacted, though.

Aranea He finds her pretty cool, actually. Even when people are assholes to her and about her interests, she doesn't give up on them, and he respects that a lot. He also does find what she talks about interesting, and he'd love to get closer to her, but she's hanging out with Meenah too much for him to try. He thought exactly once (1) that Aranea deseves better friends, and banished that idea immediately, because that's an invitation to a conflict he doesn't want to take on. Viva la avoidance.

Horuss Second most important person in his life and afterlife, as messy as everything about their relationship is. He's not entirely sure when Horuss flipped a quadrant on him (spoiler: it was when Rufioh gave him an origami horse), but by the time he realized it had happened, he had no idea what to do about it, so he just... didn't. He did start occassionally avoiding Horuss, though - not as badly as he is now, but it's not such a new thing. Still, they spent most of the game together, and somehow it didn't help their extreme miscommunication problems. They were actually getting somewhere, but then everything went wrong, and they both fell back on their unhealthy coping mechanisms, and that's kinda how it stayed. F. He definitely cares about him, but the relationship is draining. Horuss went from somebody who saw him for the guy he was to another person with weird/perfect ideas about him, and it makes everything all the harder. He wishes they never got together and were simply friends the entire time. Horuss is pretty cool, otherwise. He's super skilled and smart, and Rufioh misses the times they were just vibing in Horuss' workshop, working on some fun projects. Well, Horuss was doing more of the work - Rufioh was just throwing ideas every so often, and making sure Horuss didn't pass out. Fun times.

Kurloz One word: complicated. He'd always found him a bit uncomfortable to be around, but had nothing to justify these feelings, so he just ignored them. Still, aside from that, their relationship was ok for the most part. [saying anything else is too big of a spoiler]

Cronus Rufioh was probably one of a very small number of people who weren't completely put off by him, which is somewhat surprising, given... literally everything about Cronus. Rufioh found his fascination with magic cool, actually, and was even willing to listen, and in exchange he'd talk about his anime & and recommend some stuff he thought Cronus could enjoy. They were surprsingly chill. Rufioh treated Cronus' flirting as a joke, which it partially was, so it also led them to have a pretty decent friendship. Nothing crazy, though. They were just ok, and eventually like everybody else drifted apart.

Meenah Even more complicated than Kurloz, somehow. She definitely makes him feel something different compared to everybody else. (It's hatred. He hates her guts, and it had long since passed the romantic stage. Now he just wants to gut her. On a very, very, very subconscious level, because, like most of his feelings, he ain't gonna deal with these. In other circumstances, maybe they could've been black one day, but it's far too late. He's not a forgiving type at all, and Meenah had crossed every possible line she could've in his eyes.) They're cool.

[princess-of-the-corner]

ML Plot Points: Duusu

The thing that must be understood fro this to make sense is that, while pretty much all the miraculi have been broken at some point or another, with the Order around to keep track of them they were always recovered and fixed in a timely manner (the longest any miraculous had been broken before was two months). Considering that kwamis are all around 3000 years old, this is the equivalent of going blackout drunk at a party and waking up with the worlds worst hangover the next day. It's rough, but you can expect to get over it in a short amount of time and with no long term problems.

But that did not happen to Duusu.

When Duusu was broken, the order went down with her. She then spent the better part of the last 200 years broken, being used by and subsequently killing several holders. Not only that, but the last two centuries are the ones in human history where technology has advanced and changed the world the most (in the 1850s the telegram hadn't been invented yet). To use the earlier analogy, this changes the experience from "blackout drunk for a night" to "blackout drunk and when you wake up being told you were comatose for two years but everything around you is Star Trek levels of advanced".

On top of that, because when the Peacock is fixed, Duusu's in the hands of a rich man with all the technology he could ask for, she gets to see the difference first hand.

How does Duusu cope with this particular existential crisis? She latches on to the first familiar thing she can find, Nooroo. 

After all, Nooroo is the nice guy of the Chinese miracle box. Sure, he can hold a grudge sometimes, but he's overall the first one to offer a peaceful solution. Surely she can hang out with him until she gets a grip.

Except... Nooroo really resents the old guardian. Duusu can get that. He did break her miraculous and lose both of them, after all. But still... Duusu doesn't really remember what happened while she was damaged, so she can only didn't have the time to build a grudge and the last thing she remembers of him is a scared child who made a mistake. And he's not even the one who they are fighting right now. He retired. Is this Emilie woman really worth tormenting an entire city? Is it worth fighting literal children?

So Duusu spends the entire season slowly realising that they are, in fact, the baddies. It culminates in Sentibubbler because "holy shit, he just threatened a child and her family because she might have information". Nooroo is also upset at Gabriel about this, but he's already condoned a lot of Gabriel's other actions. He does not have the moral high ground.

Duusu would spend the rest of the season sassing Gabriel and resining the audience that Gabriel is, in fact, an asshole and doing little things to make his day worse. 

Then Felix steals her and she can immediately tell that he's one of her creations. 

She can work with this.

-

Oof to Duusu like that’s gotta be rough

[ohbo-ohno]

Hello!!

I’m new to your blog but I am… chewing on the serial killer!ghoap au! Biting it! Absolutely rabid!

Not gonna lie, the serial killer! ghoap au got me thinking! Specifically in regards to a selectively mute reader. Maybe reader avoided them because they were so quiet already, or maybe the trauma from being chased through the woods and hunted down causes them to develop selective mutism, but I feel like they would be so mean about it, but also nice?? I feel like Johnny would be an asshole and egg trader on to try and talk, but backs off when they actually start to get upset.

🐚

hello!

there's an oldddd ask about dlmliyh & a reader who goes selectively mute, and i'm not gonna link it cause i don't feel like digging for it lmao but i really don't have much to say about it!

i think ghost would see your selective mutism as just another part of you to conquer. it's a natural part of your breaking, just another resistance for him to destroy so he can eventually have all of you. he'll torment you with either edging or overstimulation, and if somehow that doesn't work then he'll make you watch him torture people and only stop when you beg for him to let you look away

i think dlmliyh johnny might back off when you're upset, but tbh serial killer johnny is like the Worst person ever and i think he'd just find your sudden silence funny, then maybe a little frustrating after a while. he'll overstimulate the both of you until you're nothing but moans or get real close to your face, real threatening, and grin like a feral beast when you squeal and try to push him away

[dead--pegasus]

Steddie Fic Recs (Long fic edition, 100k+)

I have a special place in my heart for super long fics, I just love to sink into them for several days to a week so I definitely have more recs if this is something that people enjoy

paradise by the dashboard light. by oaseas (Teen+, 154k, Complete)

Things were weird in Hawkins. The fields were rotting, there was something in the woods, and Steve Harrington's Beemer had a new problem every week.

better by you, better than me by palmviolet (Mature, 200k+, In Progress)

November 1983. Between unpaid bills, the supposedly straight jock he’s seeing, and letters from his convict dad, seventeen year old Eddie Munson’s got enough to worry about. But when Will Byers goes missing, it sparks a chain of events that will show there are more depths to Hawkins — and to certain people in it, like infamous Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington — than he realizes. / or, the excessively long slow-burn in which Eddie is involved in the Upside Down from the very beginning.

METAMORPHOSES by fastcardotmp3 (Explicit, 161k, Complete)

“I can’t— I’m— not safe, not safe—” “You are safe,” Nancy says. She’s so certain, right there on the other side of the door with god knows who else listening to his breakdown— she’s so certain and she doesn’t understand— “You aren’t,” he implores, and he’s not crying but he is and he’s also not breathing, but that wouldn’t make sense because he’s definitely still alive. Eddie knows what it is to be dead now and he knows it doesn’t hurt damn near this much. In fact, being dead doesn’t hurt at all when it’s put up against the fucking torment of waking back up in a body that doesn’t belong to you anymore. -- Vecna asks Eddie to share his body with a being called Kas, but Eddie never gets much of a say in the matter. In the aftermath, it's hard to remember what having a say in the matter means.

I know I've kissed you before (Can I try again) by ChristinMKay (Explicit, 164k, Complete)

“Still not graduated, Harrington?”   It’s something Eddie would have said teasingly when they were teens. Steve would have smacked him on the shoulder, affectionately calling him an asshole before being pulled into an apologetic kiss. But they are not teenagers anymore and Eddie’s voice lacks any of the warmth that used to be reserved for Steve. Now, it’s just loaded with resentment, which, yeah, is a fair reaction.   “I…eh…work here now,” Steve says lamely and points at his office door. “Guidance counselor.”   or: 14 years after his first big heartbreak, Steve's life is relatively stable. It's been two years since the tragic incident that led to him becoming Dustin's guardian, both of them slowly healing. He is doing amazing at his job and his social life is great. Of course, that's when a person from Steve's past has to come and shake everything up.

wouldn't it be nice (if we could wake up) by kissesforcas (Explicit, 130k, Complete)

Steve finds his pulse. He carries Eddie out of the Upside Down, he keeps his heart beating until they get to the hospital. And then the government intervenes, that shady part of the government? With Sullivan? And he and Eddie wind up locked up, together, in a cell. There's one bed, and glass walls, and it turns out that he and Eddie? Might need each other more than either of them thought they might.

Money, Power, Glory by StrangerThings1975 (Explicit, 292k, Complete) Steve starts paying Eddie for sex once he discovers that Eddie doesn't just deal drugs and perform at the Hideout. (Steve doesn't mean to fall in love with him, but he can’t help himself.)

The Man That I Could Be by ohstars (Explicit, 325k, Complete)

"Steve Harrington isn't straight. It's been a few weeks since he sat on that bathroom floor at Starcourt with Robin, where she shared her biggest secret with him and unintentionally unlocked an entirely new side of Steve. Since he’s had to come to terms with being open to exploring that side of him, but he's finally acknowledged that he's most likely, definitely, without a doubt into guys." -- After coming to terms that he may be queer, Steve Harrington does a little exploration on his own and meets the one and only Eddie Munson. Just as things are going well and accepted the fact he's falling for Eddie in their own little bubble, Steve's world is shaken by a tragedy he can't quite talk about. And when the dust settles and he's nearly ready to put the pieces back together, his worlds collide when he realizes his Eddie is the same Eddie playing D&D with the kids. The same Eddie who's now wanted for murder thanks to another upside down monster. How will he save the day when he can barely focus watching his ex mingle with his monster fighting team?

[illfoandillfie]

is it cheating to say I want reader to dom gross guy Ben again, like the next morning but it’s soft? And he’s less gross?

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 19

hehehe not cheating at all

A follow up to my last fic about rich asshole Ben but he is less of an asshole perhaps. You could probs read this without reading parts 1 and two but it does reference p2 a lil bit.

Warnings: dom!reader, sub!Ben, teasing, humping,restraints (pinned wrists), denial, references to edging/degradation/spitting/slapping/spanking/oral sex, not much editing

The memory of everything that had happened with Ben came back to you all in a rush. You’d been blissfully asleep and then all of a sudden you’d woken and remembered how he’d edged you and stripped you and used you. The memories had been swiftly followed by a slight ache in your body, no surprise considering how he’d restrained you and how rough he’d been.  Ben was already awake, scrolling on his phone. You’d assumed he’d be the type to sleep in til midday but he’d clearly been awake for a little while.  

“Mornin’” you said, rubbing sleep from your eye.  Ben smiled when he realised you were awake and returned the greeting, “How do you feel?”  You pushed yourself up and stretched your neck, “Good, bit sore but very good. Do you turn into an arsehole after sunset or are you being nice to fuck with my mind before you demand more sex.”  Ben just laughed, “Please, you like when I’m an arse because it gives you a motive to torment me. But I hope last night was good for you, I didn’t take it too far?”  “Oh no, it was definitely fun. Just don’t think you’ll be getting that from me all the time.”  “Wouldn’t dream of it.”  Already you were beginning to feel a little aroused. He looked good with ruffled hair and a bare chest, lounging in his bed, his modesty protected by a somewhat thin sheet. And you’d fallen so easily into the flirty banter you enjoyed so much whenever you were with Ben. Proof of what good rhythm you had together. You decided to try and gauge Ben’s interest. If he wanted more of the rough and tumble then you’d probably have to pass, just to protect your pussy, but if he was okay with something a bit slower then maybe you’d be down for it. “I do have a few ideas of what to do to you next time, and didn’t you say something about letting me explain them in the morning?”  Ben reached over to put his phone on the bedside table, "Hmm, I was hoping to just use you again, but I suppose it couldn’t hurt to hear your ridiculous ideas.”  You noted his obvious interest, “You’ll like them I’m sure.” As smoothly as possible, you pushed yourself up and moved to straddle Ben.  “Is this part of it?” he laughed, his hand already sliding over your hip.  “Clever boy for working that out.”  Ben groaned softly and you knew you had him.   “See, I loved being tied down, unable to move or grab you,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist and pulled his hand away from your arse, “or do anything while you used me. And I know you like the same. So I was thinking a fun way to get you worked up would be to grind on you, hump you, let your cock get so close to my cunt, but keep you from touching me because the second you grab me I’m in trouble. You’re so big and strong.”  Ben was already getting aroused, his cock twitching against you, “You’d be my fuck toy so fucking fast.”  “Mmhmm. But I don't want that right now. I want you my way. So," you grabbed his other wrist and pinned both to the mattress either side of his pillow, rocking slowly against him, "I'm going to have to keep you like this for a while."

In almost no time Ben was biting his lip. He made absolutely no attempt to get free, happy to let you do what you would with him.   His rapidly stiffening cock fit between your pussy lips so perfectly, his length becoming slick with your juices as you rubbed yourself against him.   He groaned as you panted against his lips, leaning forward to keep his wrists pinned as you humped him just as you’d threatened to do.   “Please,” Ben whined, “Can I- god I want to be in you.”  “Shhh, not yet baby, I’m getting close. Your cock feels perfect like this.  He nodded, though he was pouting too, a look that only spurred you on as you focused on your own pleasure.   Angled the way you were, each drag of your hips pulled at the nerves in your clit, but it still wasn’t quite enough. You considered repositioning Ben’s hands so you could hold them down in one hand but you didn’t want to lose the rhythm you’d found. Thankfully though when Ben hit subspace he hit it hard. All you had to do was tell him not to move his hand and he listened, keeping it place as you let it go to rub your clit. After that your orgasm came much faster.  Ben whined as he watched you get off and begged a little when he felt it so close to his cock. But he made no sleezy comments, no attempt to grab you so he could take over, didn’t even try convincing you to give him what he wanted.  

“Good boy,” you praised him when you’d finished and realised he hadn’t moved at all.  Ben smiled at the praise but you could tell he wanted to say something too so, preparing yourself for the worst, you asked him what it was.  “I just, um, is that all?”  “Well what else should I do with you?” you asked, a little relieved, rewarding him with a stroke against his cheek.  “I thought you’d want to be meaner or hurt me more after I was so hard on you last night.”  You hummed, “Oh yeah? Meaner how?”  “I don’t know. Maybe you’d want to slap my face or edge me again or spank me or spit on me or that sort of thing. I kept calling you a whore.”  You laughed, “Well I’ll definitely remember that list because you clearly have a bit of a degradation thing going on and I reckon you’d get off from being slapped and called a whore.”  Ben just nodded in agreement.  “But it’s a bit early for all that. And I’m still a little sore from last night and you know sex doesn’t have to be so harsh. I just want to take it slow,” you dragged your fingers through his hair, “and take my time with you this morning. How does that sound?”  Ben nodded again, “That sounds really nice.”  You leant down to kiss him, feeling his hips press up into you as you deepened it, “good, just lie still baby and I’ll make you feel good. But on my terms.”  “Yes ma’am.”  You gave him another kiss before slipping off him, laying beside him with your hand wrapped around his stiff cock, “Good boy. I think we will start with an edge or two, since I know how much you like them. And if you take them without too much complaining I’ll let you eat me out.”