#multi sub

[regressioncurriculum]

An Educational Play Idea for Littles

Groups of littles with mixed “ages” can be encouraged to play Little Families, in which the littles in the youngest headspaces pretend to be the caregivers of less-regressed littles and middles.

A charming game for playground play-dates and get-togethers, this activity is such fun for littles’ owners to observe and makes for delightful pictures.  

The “caregivers” should be encouraged to care for their “babies” intimately — actual adults can suggest breast and bottle feeding, diaper changes, medical checkups, and bedtime activities — while the “babies” can be taken aside and scolded for not playing nicely with their younger peers if they resist their assigned role, talk too much, or are otherwise uncooperative.

Individual owners can reinforce the game’s lessons through reflection after the gathering: “You were very gentle when Hanny was being your dolly,” “I liked that you lay so still while Chip was feeling under your panties,” “What a strict little daddy you were to Pepita!,” etc.

This activity trains cooperative play, acting skills, creativity, anatomy knowledge, and gross motor skills.

[shortdrama]

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[scruus]

you know boys who get so stimulated that they end up screaming in the pillow because they are so ashamed? your soft hands are now a brutal punishment to his numb and already spent cock, the wincing pain going to his head and making him dizzy. he can barely see or talk and his burning body wants to run away from you, but his soul forbids it for you reign over his entirety. so overwhelmed and blissed out that his moans are turning to debauched screams. and when it finally hits again, the high rushing over him, he pushes his face into his already wet pillow and screams, trying to hide his pathetic behaviour from you. throat so scruffy he is sure he won’t be able to speak the next day.

what an absolute doll.

GEPARD, artem, LUKE, venti, aether, XIAO, diluc, KAVEH, thoma

[ghoulishfreak]

a hypnotist sitting down their subject, ready to hypnotize them into a obedient servant to pleasure. but as they talk them down, swinging a pendulum in front of their subjects cute face, they can't help but move their eyes along with it. they hear their own voice as if they were outside of their body. how nice it is to sink, to go deep into trance. how good it feels to obey and to serve. how they exist only to pleasure others.

eventually both the hypnotist and the subject lose themselves in an endless cycle of pleasuring each other. only after they've both cum their brains out does their true hypnotist come in the room, ready to be satisfied by their two subservient toys

[twopenguinsinabox]

I wrote a thing!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60363907

It's basically all PWP targeting that desperately underserved niche of Dom Harry and Sub Voldemort, but I am glad to have finally gathered up my courage to Write And Post The Thing.

[messydoodles]

Nitara: She likes my gift!

Bi-Han: Mine is cuter than yours

Sareena: Cuteee~

~~~

Caught between two baddies

[serpentinegraphite]

So, first off, this is not an attempt to kink shame (dubcon and noncon are great!) but I do keep seeing a thing in fics (I do NOT see this irl in kink spaces nearly as often) where like. A character will interrupt the flow of the scene to check consent

And I don't mean in an "are we still green?" Or "what's your color?" kind of way, but I mean. The author has tagged the fic and indicated via prose and/or author notes that they are doing their Due Diligence to make sure this fic is Righteously Consensual from top to bottom, No Question About It

And a character will ask for full sexual consent either directly or indirectly or renegotiate the boundaries of the kinks being practiced AFTER the sex acts have already begun.

Here's the thing: horny brain isn't great at making decisions! irl in kink spaces, there's often a lot of emphasis on negotiating BEFORE the scene begins, perhaps even with a space between negotiation and the scene if it's with a new/unfamiliar partner (maybe it's a few minutes while things are set up, maybe the partners negotiate a day or more in advance! It depends!), and not changing the parameters of the scene after someone is already horny or god forbid already in subspace.

Again, these are perfectly fine rules to break in fiction, when the author is aware of it (most characters are not going to be fully familiar with safe, sane, consensual practices and the traffic light system, nor would we want them to be!) but I'm increasingly finding fics where the author DOESN'T seem aware, which takes a normal fic (in-character, with reasonable but perhaps even somewhat dubious practices, which the author isn't emphasizing or preaching about) into Red Flag Territory (a character, OOC, yanking me out of the scene to behave like a PSA about consent instead of conforming to the horny tone of the scene, and perpetuating unsafe practices anyway)

If you are writing a master manipulator or someone who wants to have a gotcha, you totally said it was okay on a character they are trying to bone (which is well in the realm of non/dubcon) that's fine! This PSA is not aimed at you. But if you are trying to write someone who Cares Strongly About Consent, then perhaps be more aware of when is an appropriate time to escalate the situation (sexually speaking) or ask for consent!

[hornydilfsinyourarea]

" 𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍' 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐎𝐘 "

𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐕𝐚𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐕 | 18+ ·̩　　 ｡　☆　　　ﾟ ＊ 　 ｡*　　+　 　＊ 　･ 𝖢𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖠 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌, 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖿𝗌, 𝗂𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝖺𝗅, 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗐𝗂𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗄𝗒 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗌, 𝗌𝖾𝗑𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗑, 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾

𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 ? - 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖣𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗄𝗆𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗒𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖿𝗌𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗅𝖿𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖺 𝗈𝗇 𝗃𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋.𝖺𝗂

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒: 𝖯𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗎𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗐𝗂𝗌𝖾 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗: 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇! 𝖨'𝗆 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝖾𝗌𝖾, 𝖨 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 <3

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝖺𝗇) 𝖽𝖾𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌 (𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌)

[regressioncurriculum]

An Educational Play Idea for Littles

Groups of three or more regression slaves can get “brattiness” out of their systems and exercise the little interpretive skills that help them figure out how to be more pleasing, all by playing the group game You Can’t Come.

To play, littles sit in a circle.  One little is It.  It says “My Daddy’s throwing me a party and he says you can’t come!”  (Swap caregiver titles and pronouns as appropriate.)

Then, the little to the left says, “What if I brought [item]?”  It, according to a secret rule, responds either “Now you’re invited!” or “You still can’t come!”  Play proceeds around the circle until someone puts their hand up and correctly guesses the rule.

For example, if the rule was “only items that start with the same letter as the speaker’s name,” play might go like this:

Junie.  “My Mommy’s throwing me a party and they say you can’t come!” Bitsy.  “What if I brought my princess plug?” Junie. “You still can’t come!” Piglet.  “What I brought presents?” Junie.  “Now you’re invited!”

Rules can be provided to littles on cards if they are not bright enough to make up their own.  Other example rules: only items that start with the same letter as It’s name, only items spelled with a double letter, only items worn on the body, only two-word phrases, only food items, only things made of wood, only items bigger than a person’s head, etc.

This activity trains cooperative play, deductive reasoning, basic reading skills, enunciation, and turn-taking.

[rosykims]

thought abt solas as eurydice again

[ghoulishfreak]

imagining having two subs; one tied down to something so they can't move at all, and one restrained but still available for me to move around. i'd make the tied down sub watch as i tease and play with the other sub until it's nothing but a mindless toy. just forcing the tied down sub watch the others sub's mind melt and know that's what i'm going to do to them next.

then id remove my toys restraints and order them to get on all fours directly in front of the tied down sub. make the sub watch me fuck all the brains out of my dumb mindless toy until they're drooling and cumming all over themselves and the other sub. by the end of the show, the restrained sub would be so turned on that they would be begging to get fucked stupid, turned into a toy like their companion

[hellowhisperingstars]

Epilogue: The Good Girl

Summary: Things get back to normal but Eddie has a few surprises for you.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 4.7K

Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, dom/sub dymanics, light bondage, cussing, fluff. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: This is it! The last chapter of Sugar Cloud. Thank you all for taking the time to read this story and showing it love! I appreciate each and every one of you! I am also thinking of doing some time stamps for these two. Please let me know if you are interested!

See you in the next story!

Likes, comments and reblogs are always greatly appreciated! <3

Previous - Masterlist 

Months have passed since that day at the courthouse. All the money your Nana gave you went into savings for a rainy day, while the money your father and the Malloy’s had to pay you went to keeping up the bakery. Tiffany and Ada had been begging you for new ovens and you really wanted to get rid of the old storage coolers to bring in two new bigger ones to hold more orders. So you made it happen. Even the display cases and the cafe tables in the front got a makeover along with new shelves to hold the fresh baked bread that you were going to start selling. It was refreshing to see your shop look all sparkly and new. 

You smiled at Marty and Emma as you placed the last basket of freshly baked rolls onto one of the shelves and waved to one of your regulars when you turned to start pulling a call in order from the display cases. Yeah, life had definitely gone back to normal and you were loving it. Though there was a small part of you that was waiting for something to happen, over all the drama of your sham wedding you completely forgot that your Nana was the deed holder to the building that Sugar Cloud was in. With her gone, who owned it? Did your dad have it? Would he find a way to sell it out from under you as payback for embarrassing him the way you did? He didn’t need to be within 100 feet of you to do that. Shaking your head you tossed the idea away. Now wasn’t the time to think about it. This was your new start and you were going to live in the moment with your Rockstar. As soon as he got back from another trip to New York. 

Turns out he and the rest of the band had put their album on hold to deal with the mess your father had created and now that it had been taken care of you had urged him to get back to it. Eddie had tried his best to convince you to join him on the trip not wanting a repeat of what happened last time but you really wanted to spend time at the bakery to get back in the swing of things. The night before he left he finally relented and made you promise to call him every day when you got up and every night before you went to bed. You couldn’t wait to see him again and hear their new music when it was done. 

Eddie pulled his car into the back parking lot of the bakery and took a moment to look at the building with a grin, his heart pounding with excitement knowing you are just behind those doors. It had been weeks since he last saw you and he was more than ready to have you back in his arms. This trip had gone significantly better and you sounded just as excited to talk to him with every phone call which made him breathe easier as time went by. No more scheming dads and fake fiances to make your life hell while he was away.

Grabbing the demo CD of the new album from the passenger seat he pulled the keys from the ignition and stepped from his car taking the cigarette from his lips and dropping it to the ground so he could smash it under his boot. Making his way through the lot he blew the smoke into the air as he quickly grabbed the door handle and pulled it open so he could enter into the kitchen. Taking a moment to let his eyes adjust he greeted Ada and Tiffany when they looked over at him. 

“Welcome back!” Ada smiled from her spot by the sink, a pan and sponge in her hand.

“How’d it go?” Tiffany asked as she pulled a tin from the oven the smell of warm bread filling the air mixing with the sweet scent of cakes. “Did you finish it?”

Waving the CD in the air Eddie smiled at the girls. “Got the demo right here. Probably got a few tweaks to make, songs to cut, that kinda thing but I wanted some more opinions before we make changes. Where’s my girl?”

“Can’t wait to hear it!” Ada said, putting the pan in the drying rack. “She’s up front.”

“Thanks,” He grinned and started towards the door that would lead him to you. Eddie smiled as  he ducked into the front of the store and leaned against the door frame as he watched you move around behind the counters, your apron around your waist as you pulled items from the fridge displays to pack orders to give to the customers in front of you. Back in your element. Moving up to you he grabbed your waist and leaned down to kiss the side of your head before he spoke into your ear. “Miss me?”

Jumping at the sudden touch you turned your head quickly and let out a sound of excitement when you saw who it was and almost dropped the box in your hands. Putting it on the counter you turned and jumped into his arms. “You’re back!”

Laughing, Eddie pulled you as close as he could, burying his nose in your hair. “Hi baby. Fuck, I missed you.” 

“Missed you so much.” You mumbled into his neck as he swayed you a little before pulling you back to give you a proper kiss. The feel of his plush lips on yours made you sigh in contentment. Moving back you looked into his eyes. “Did you finish it?”

“Got it right here.” He smiled showing you the CD. “Wanted you to be the first one to hear it.”

Smiling, you looked at the plain white disc excitement bubbling up in you with the need to hear what the band had done, when a small cough got your attention. Turning around you stared wide eyed at the customer who just chuckled at you, they didn’t seem annoyed thankfully and you quickly dropped your arms from around Eddie, moving back to do your job. “I’m so sorry about that. My boyfriend just came back into town and I couldn't help myself.”

Your customer waved your worry away with a smile. “It’s no problem, I’m almost done then I’ll get out of your hair.”

Eddie grinned at you before kissing the back of your head, “I‘m gonna grab some coffee, is that okay?”

“Of course baby.” You smiled as you went back to packing an eclair into the lavender box that was once again in your hand. Eddie turned, placing the CD on the counter for later, and started to fiddle with the coffee machine behind you when a few different young muffled voices called from outside.

“Holy shit!” 

“Is that Eddie Munson?!”

“No way! What's he doing here?!”

“He’s from Hawkins you idiot! The whole band is!”

Everyone looked to see a group of three young teens standing on the sidewalk outside looking through the glass of your shop window. They were staring wide eyed at Eddie who waved at them with a shit eating grin before he turned and finished his coffee. 

“You have fans, babe.” You chuckle smiling over your shoulder at him, giving him a wink before you hand the now full box to the customer in front of you after they paid, apologizing again for the interruption. Turning to look at the window you waved the three teens into the shop, a little laugh leaving you as they stumbled inside, holding the door open for the customer to exit. The kids who looked like little rockers themselves, with their long hair and black Corroded Coffin band shirts, they were completely starstruck by your boyfriend. It made you giggle. Looking over at Eddie, you bumped his hip with yours when he came to lean against the counter next to you. 

Grinning, Eddie took a sip of his coffee before he greeted the boys. “Heya fellas.” 

“You’re Eddie Munson.” One of the boys stated his eyes still wide as he stared at Eddie. “Lead singer and guitarist for Corroded Coffin.”

“That’s me!” He laughed, placing his coffee down on the counter behind you. “You guys want an autograph?”

“Hell yeah!”

“That would be awesome!”

You watched, giggling as the boys freaked out practically rushing the counter as you handed Eddie some blank receipt paper and a marker from the register before he gestured them to the new cafe tables to get out of your way. Turning back to the boy you smiled at them, “You boys want a treat? It’s on the house.”

The three boys were incredibly polite and thankful for the free sweets and they sat at the table with Eddie for a while, after they got his autographs, just talking. He was so nice to them, answering questions and getting excited when they told him they also had started a band. You think it’s because they reminded him of himself and the rest of the band when they were around that age. It was sweet and made you smile. That’s something you love the most about metalheads, sure they look scary and unapproachable, but deep down they are the nicest dorks you could ever meet. 

At one point you moved around the counter to hand Eddie a fresh cup of coffee since his original one had been forgotten when the boys came in. He introduced you to the kids as his girl as he pulled you onto his lap by your waist, telling them that you own the place, and they complimented the treats they had. 

You sat there for a few minutes chatting before a new customer came in and you excused yourself to take care of them since both Marty and Emma were on their lunch break. Greeting the soccer mom you started on her order as the four metalheads chatted for a little longer. 

“Thank you babe.” You smiled as you looked up at him. “I think you deserve a reward.”

Later that night it was just you and Eddie in the bakery, everyone having gone home to their families earlier in the evening, it was as you were standing at the kitchen island prepping some ingredients for tomorrow's haul of freshly baked goods that you suddenly got a craving for cinnamon bread. Fuck that sounded so good right now. Moving around the kitchen quickly you got your supplies and started on your bread.

While you were doing that Eddie had just finished sweeping up the crumbs on the shop floor, wiping down the café tables, and double checking that the front door was locked with the closed sign turned to let everyone know to come back tomorrow. Putting the broom back into its designated spot he wandered back into the kitchen to see you wrist deep in the bread dough as you had just dropped it from the bowl onto the floured countertop. “Front’s all clean and locked up, pretty girl.”

“Oh?” He asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned on the counter by the door. “And what would that be? A cookie? A cupcake? Oh or maybe one of those blondies I love so much?”

“I was thinking more like a kiss…” You smirked at him, beckoning him over with a nod of your head before you gave an over-exaggerated sigh and dropped your shoulders as you continued to knead the dough. “Buuuuut if you want a cookie, I guuuuess yo-”

“No. Nonononono,” Pushing off the counter he waved his hands in the air as if he could toss the idea of not wanting a kiss away from him and rushed over silencing you with a kiss, his hands cupping your cheeks, his nose brushing against yours. “Kisses are good. Kisses are great.”

Laughing, you lean back your hands still in the bread dough and give him one final peck before you turn around to knead the dough again for a few minutes. 

“Whatcha making baby?” Eddie asked as he moved behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his chin landing on your shoulder.

“Cinnamon bread. Thought it would be good breakfast bread for tomorrow. Cinnamon bread french toast is the best.” You exclaim, looking over your shoulder at him. 

“That sounds good.” He smiled, kissing the side of your head still watching you knead the dough until you rolled it into a good sized ball.

Grabbing the clean bowl you greased it up with a little bit of oil before you plopped the dough ball inside, placed a towel over the top, and moved it to a warm spot in the kitchen to let it rise. “Now we leave that for an hour.”

Leaning back against the counter again, Eddie watched while you collected the mixing bowl, measuring cup, and spoons from the counter turning to place them in the sink to clean. Grabbing the sponge you move back to the island to wipe the countertop down, before you turn back to the sink to wash your hands a look of worry on your face as you start to think of losing the bakery again. Glancing around the kitchen you frowned a little, you loved it here, you lived here, you didn’t want to lose it. Where would you go if you had to leave? Scrunching your brows together you dropped the sponge back into the sink resting your hands on it as you thought. 

“I know that look,” Eddie said, sidling up to you. Bumping his arm into yours he bent down a little to look at you. “That’s your ‘I’m worried’ face. What’s goin’ on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“It’s stupid,” You said, shaking your head as you turned the sink on to wash the dishes you made. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“No, tell me.” Eddie mumbled giving you that look that made your thighs clench, that ‘you’re going to be in trouble if you don’t tell me’ look, one of his brows going up to hide under his bangs. “Come on, out with it.”

Sighing, you shut the water off again, dropping the sponge into the sink. “I was worrying about the future of the bakery.”

Moving so he could face you better, his brows scrunched together. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, it’s fine.” Waving your wet hand in the air you looked over at him. “I just realized earlier that I don’t know what happened to the deed to the building after Nana passed and I’m scared that as like a last fuck you dad is going to sell it out from under me. I don’t want to lose this place, it’s my home, it’s my livelihood, I have worked too hard to let him fuck me over anymore.”

“Well that's an easy fix babe. He can’t,” Eddie smirked, smiling down at you. After all that had happened he had totally forgotten to tell you about the deal he had with your Grandma. “I own the building.”

That stopped you in your tracks and you looked up at him in surprise. “What?”

Nodding, he picked at a string on your shirt. “When your grandma was in the hospital she called the bar and asked me to come see her. So we met up, chatted a little, and we made a deal that she would sell me the building to keep it out of your fathers hands as long as I continue to let you live and work here. I said yes, I wanted to protect you anyway I could, so I bought the building from her. Your dad can't touch it.”

You floundered for a moment as you tried to think of something to say but all you could get out was a breathy. “Holy shit.”

Laughing a little Eddie tugged on your shirt pulling you closer to him not caring that your hands were still wet from washing your dishes when you grabbed the front of his button down shirt. “Not mad at me are you? For doing that behind your back.”

Shaking your head you placed your forehead against his chest, a little smile on your face as you started to chuckle a bit. “No. No, I’m not mad at you. I'm really happy actually. But it looks like you’re my landlord now and I will be paying you rent for this you know. In full and on time.”

“The only payment I expect is you.” Eddie laughed, his hand cupping the back of your head tangling his fingers in your hair to pull your head back a little so he had access to your neck, his words breathy against your skin. “Preferably in the form of your ass in my bed, tied up, and struggling.”

You let out a gasped moan as Eddie latched his lips onto your neck sucking a hickey into your skin. His teeth give you a little nip as he pulls back to look at you. You blinked up at him, your breathing a little heavy now and you squirmed a little in his hold, your thighs rubbing together at the thought of you bound and waiting for him to take you. Taking in a slow breath you smiled at him. “How about I pay you with rent and my ass. That way I don’t feel like a freeloader in your building and you still get to be mean to me.”

“Sweetheart,” He said, his voice dropping down into this dom tone that he liked to use when he was being serious with you. “As your boyfriend and your dom I want to help you. So let me deal with the payments for the building. You just focus on the bakery. I have more than enough money to take care of this place, just tell me when somethings wrong and I’ll handle it.”

“Eddie,” You started to say something else but he placed his fingers over your lips to silence you before he dragged his fingertips down your chin to lift your head up with his knuckles. 

“Let me take care of you.” He said looking into your eyes before he leaned down to kiss you one more time and against your lips he mumbled. “And if you fight me about this anymore I will drag you upstairs and tan your hide with my belt. You understand me?”

Swallowing the saliva that collected on your tongue you nodded your head, even more excited now. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Eddie smiles as she gives your ass a firm slap that makes you gasp again. Looking over towards the bowl with the ball of dough he smiled. “How much longer for your bread to rise?”

Glancing over at it, you looked at the clock, and shrugged your shoulders a little as you started to finish up the dishes you still had in the sink. “Maybe another thirty minutes? Then I have to roll it out, fill it with cinnamon sugar, make it into loafs, and then let it rise for another hour to an hour and a half.”

“Then since we have time…” Eddie said as he wandered back into the front to grab the demo CD from the counter behind the register where he had left it and turned back into the kitchen holding it up in the air so you could see it. “I would love your opinion on this.”

“Oh! Yes! Put it in, put it in!” You nodded enthusiastically pointing towards the stereo that sat in the cabinet by the backdoor. 

Laughing, the metalhead moved around the island and fiddled with the stereo until he was able to pull out the mixed CD you had created and pushed the demo in and pressed play. The first few seconds were quiet until you heard the strings of a guitar being plucked at a fast pace, then the drums, and the rest of the band started and the very first song on the new album bumped through the speakers. Nodding your head to the beat, you smiled over at Eddie when his voice came out over the speakers. 

By the time you had the two cinnamon sugared loaves of bread into their designated pans and set aside to rise again you were halfway through the album. Washing your hands again you turned wiping your hands on your apron to look at Eddie who had one arm crossed over his chest while the other was held up to his lips, his thumbnail between his teeth, he looked nervous about your reaction to the song. It was about two lovers who were separated but were able to come back together. When the song was ending you heard your voice start to fade in as the guitar riff faded out. It was a simple little sound bite of you saying ‘I fucking I love you, you dork’ and then you laughing. You remembered that conversation from the first week he was gone. He had called you one night and it seems he had recorded a part of it. 

“I wrote that for you.” He said looking at you. “Gonna call it ‘Souls Intertwined’ or something like that. Titles are still being worked on.”

Walking over to Eddie you put your hands on his chest, a smile on your face as he put his hands around your waist. “You wrote that about us? And you used my voice?!”

“I did!” He nodded as he laughed. Pulling you flush against him he looked into your eyes. “Did you like it?”

“I loved it!” You nodded your head. “I love it. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He smiled, placing his forehead against yours, his eyes squinting a little as he tried to recall something. “How long did you say for the bread to rise this round?”

“About an hour, hour and a half.” You said looking over at the bread and then back to him.

The smile that grew on his face was one of trouble as he started to kiss your face, first your forehead, then your nose, your cheeks, and then your chin. “Good, good. Then we have more than enough time. So why don’t you get your cute butt upstairs, get undressed, and into first position, I’ll be right behind you.”

Nodding your head you bite your bottom lip sensually, taking a few steps back towards the stairs to your apartment and right when he had turned around to turn off the stereo in the cabinet you took the chance and smacked him straight on the ass, a laugh leaving you when he turned around to stare at you in surprise.

“Really?” He said turning and slowly making his way towards you, one foot in front of the other. His hands come up as if to grab you. “You are in so much trouble right now little girl.”

“Me?” You whisper at him, your hands going up to your chest and you make your eyes impossibly wide as you feign innocence as you start to back up some more. The game was on and quickly you turned around running towards the stairs and then up them. The sound of his feet chasing you through the kitchen and up the stairs making you laugh hysterically as you swung your apartment door open running to stand behind your dining room table by your bedroom door.

“Oh sweetheart,” Eddie said as he ran into the room after you, coming to a stop on the other side of the table, his hands landing on the top so he could lean towards you with that look in his eye that you loved so much. “You’re only making this harder on yourself. You know that right?” 

“Mhm,” You nodded with a smug smile, watching him carefully as you both moved around the table first one way then the other making sure something was between you at all times. It was a cat and mouse game and you were completely content with being the mouse. At one point you even ripped your apron off and threw it at him to distract him but he just batted it out of the air like it was nothing. 

This only lasted about three turns before he faked you out and when you went right to dodge his movement on the opposite side he quickly stepped left grabbing you around your waist and hoisting you onto his shoulder giving your ass a firm punishing smack. “Gotcha. You are in for it now.”

Laughing you struggle in his grip, your hands on his back as you try to push yourself up. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not.” He snarked, kicking your bedroom door open. Eddie moved to your bed and dropped you down on it so he could straddled your waist, making sure to keep his weight off of you, and grabbed your wrists pulling him above your head. “Now are you going to take your punishment or are you going to be a little brat that I have to tie up?”

You shrug a little with a smirk on your face. “Maybe. Maybe not.”

“I see,” He nodded, letting your arms go so he could pull your shirt over your head leaving you in just your bra and jeans. The pick on your collar sitting in the hollow of your throat. Leaning back he looked down his nose at you and pointed at you with one finger and gave you a serious look, “Do not move from this spot.”

Nodding, you bite your lower lip a little as you look up at him. “Yes, Sir.”

Smirking, he got off the bed and moved to the duffle that he had grabbed from his car earlier in the day, unzipping it slowly to mess with you. He took his time moving a few things around mostly for dramatic effect, cause he knew exactly what he was looking for. His fingers grazed across the red rope that sat waiting in his bag. “Now, I was going to tell you that because you've been so good lately I was planning on graduating you from cuffs but since you were being such a bad girl I don't know if you deserve it.”

That piqued your interest quite a bit and you fought the urge to sit up on your elbows. Quickly you say, “No please, I'll be good. I promise. I’ll be good.” 

“Mhm. You gotta prove it to me.” Eddie hummed as he grabbed the rope from the duffle and stood up, unbundling it in a showy way so you could see the end of it fall to the floor with a little thud. He smirked when your eyes widened and you took in a deep breath of excitement, your thighs clenching together again. He could watch you squirm like this all day. “Come here sweet girl.” 

Quickly you got off the bed and moved towards him. Your eyes were stuck on the rope. 

“Eyes on me.” He muttered and when you looked up at him he smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled up at him. You really did love this man.

Holding one finger up in the air he twirled it around in a circle. “Turn around babe. Arms behind your back.” 

Slowly you turned, putting your arms behind you, and you hummed when you felt the first brush of the rope against your skin. It was softer than you expected. Closing your eyes you let out a little sigh of contentment as he expertly tied your wrists. Soon you felt him push a finger between your skin and the rope making sure it wasn't going to hurt you. 

“Too tight?”

“No, Sir.” You said, shaking your head. It was just right. 

You closed your eyes as he wrapped his arms around you, one hand splayed out against your stomach while the other wandered up to cup your chin pushing it up so it was leaning against his chest. 

“Safeword?” He whispered into your ear. 

“Red.” You breathed out 

“Do you trust me?” He asked as he started kissing your neck, leaving little nips as he went. 

“With my life.” 

“Good girl.”

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My Fanfiction Bookshelf - Where Fantisies Come to Life

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I'm a huge fan of masterlists and reading lists to discover new fanfictions and writers I haven't heard of yet. So, I've decided to create reading lists myself to share all the exciting stories I've read. Hope you find something new you enjoy. ✨

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Started rewatching Ouran today after a few years of not watching it and it's still peak comfort anime #1, it's just incredibly funny. But also makes me think about how it's another early 00's anime that was never given an adequate adaptation. For as fun and silly the anime is it does not even begin to truly scratch the surface of how good the entire series is. Especially, IMO, for Hikaru and Kaoru, who do a lot of growing in the manga that you don't get the full scope of in the anime. But as a time capsule piece, like Fruits Basket, its OG anime has such charm that even if they did remake it, I would enjoy all versions.

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