#need him in ways that set feminism back a good few

[ri4naaa]

oh my DAYS. cw for slight nudity ig . i guess.

[httpsserene]

Hiiii

I just got done reading your masterpiece with the Austrian bread and got an idea.

What about the making of Aussie kids? Reader would have a baby fever and Toto would immediately be like ‘let’s make one’ and reader would cry out ‘ but I’m on birth control’

Pure chaos and smut

Sending positive vibes

𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 - 𝐭. 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟𝐟

𝐭𝐨𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐲 - 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨

summary: don’t bake a man’s favorite bread unless you want to have his kids. it’s a good thing you’re desperate to do exactly that. content warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. kitchen sex. pregnancy kink. baby fever. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. creampie. implied masturbation. implied age gap. reader and toto are married. breeding kink (i guess)? birth control. actual pregnancy. beta read by @biancathecool pairing: toto wolff x fem!black!reader genre: written fic (1.8k words).

from serene: here’s the part two to toasty, i hope it satisfies the requests i got for this! i personally don’t understand the thirst some of you have for toto but, i do respect it. maybe one day i’ll see what y’all do or somebody can educate me on it but, i do hope y’all are pleased with this one xxx

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A switch has been flipped in your brain—you’ve become more than insatiable for your husband. After he railed you on the counter for making his favorite bread, baking has become your entire personality. The way Toto looked at you after he tried your first attempt at an authentic pumpernickel bread changed how your brain fires. The mix of love and lust that filled his gaze had awoken an innate instinct within you: you need to have this man’s babies.

You’ve always claimed to be an independent woman, your dream was never to become a man’s accessory, or housewife, or tradwife. But, for Toto? For the way he looked at you as he had his first taste of your pastry? You’d set feminism back for a hundred years to keep getting fucked like that for the rest of your life. You spent an ungodly amount of money (Toto’s money) on baking utensils and you’ve pretty much been running a bakery out of your kitchen. Every few hours you’re shoving a pastry down your husband’s throat, eagerly awaiting his praise for each creation you seem to bake perfectly. 

Off-handedly around a mouthful of cinnamon sugar knots you baked, Toto moaned at the dessert melting on his tongue, seemingly in a daze when he murmured, “I’m going to get you pregnant if you keep baking like this.”

You laughed at his unexpected outburst, brushing it off as Toto hyperbolizing how great the dessert was. However, it was like the words infected your brain–every waking hour, you constantly thought about having his kids. And it didn’t help that once Toto heard you set a timer for the oven, he’d be tearing your clothes off and fucking you on the nearest surface. The kitchen island is a favorite, but there was an instance where he took you on the floor. Afterward, he claimed to be too old for sex on tiled floors, but you were too busy imagining growing a baby in your belly to care.

The severity of your baby fever is only realized when you reach into your nightstand to take your birth control and...you hesitate. You’re on the last week of pills, you should message your clinic to get a refill. Imagine a child, a mixture of you and Toto. And, you’re aware that pregnancy can be rough but you’d finally be able to decorate that spare room into a nursery instead of letting it collect dust. A baby; a combination of your best halves. Would they have your deeper skin tone, or Toto’s height, or your curls, or his nose, or your eyes? You could have your baby cradled to your chest as you bake for your husband, their father—

“Schatz?” Toto calls in question from his side of the bed, eyes concerned through the lens of his glasses, “You froze, are you okay?”

You shake the thoughts from your head, the smile you give him is slightly strained. You complete the monotonous motion of swallowing tonight’s allocated contraception with a sip of water. Tossing the packet back in the drawer, you speak, “Yes, I’m fine. I just realized that I need to order more birth control.”

His eyes examine your expression for a moment before he nods and offers a simple, “Hm.” in response. Toto fixed his eyes back on the book in front of him, and you ignore the disappointment that burns in your chest. Sighing mutely, you grab your phone and request a refill in your clinic’s online portal.

The next morning you’re awoken by Toto sweetly petting you awake, his thumb tracing lightly along your cheekbone. He murmurs an apology as he reveals that he’s going to be trapped in the home office today with back-to-back meetings concerning the looming Formula One season. You pouted even while you nodded your understanding, pleading for a kiss before you lost his attention for the day, which Toto happily divulged.

You busy yourself, prepping Toto’s favorite pastry and setting it to bake in the oven as early as possible. As a caring wife, you prepare meals for him and slip into his room to deliver them knowing he would forget to eat if you didn't remind him. You make sure his coffee never runs low, even if you switched to decaf after the second mug—he shouldn’t have too much caffeine at his age, you’d like to grow old with him eventually. To your dismay, Toto did not lie about being locked in the office. He was sequestered within those four walls well past sunset and as a result, you’ve produced enough baked goods in your free time to power the entire Mercedes factory for a week.

“I think we are going to have to discuss a limit for how many things you can bake in a day, schatz,” your husband sounds from the kitchen entryway, an awe-filled look on his face as he sees the bakery you’ve created. 

“The pumpernickel bread is still baking—would you like a cinnamon roll instead? Or a chocolate chip cookie? Or could I interest you in a slice of apple pie?”

You’re well aware that your curls are a mess in the loosely fastened bun dangling low on your head, you probably have streaks of flour and other various baking ingredients on your face mirroring the dirty surface of your apron. The unhinged baker aesthetic you’ve suddenly adopted is pulled together by the wide grin splayed across your lips. 

“I could eat all three,” Toto hums, his eyes darkening as he approaches you in the kitchen, fingers rushing to untie your apron, “—If you can help me work up an appetite.”

Various baked goods are shoved out of the way to make space for you to be bent over the island. Your flushed brown skin is cooled by the marble surface, nipples hardening quickly at the temperature but, it doesn’t stop you from spreading your legs and helping Toto tug your panties to the side underneath your skirt. He’s quick to press a finger within your entrance and pauses when the slide is too easy.

You squirm desperately, whining when Toto halts your hips from rocking backward on his hand.

“Schatz,” Toto murmurs, his free hand palming at your ass, “Did you—”

“Yes!” You cut him off, stomping at the delay, “I got bored waiting for things to bake—I’m ready, just fuck me.”

Thankfully, Toto is quick to listen to you and substitute his finger for his cock, his slacks unzipped enough to pull himself out. At the stretch, your eyes roll back and you lose the strength to hold your head up, letting it fall to press against the cool marble. You feel your husband still his hips but you reach your hand backward to grasp at his pressed dress shirt, using your grip to tug him forward, a non-verbal cue for him to keep sinking into you. He curses lowly and leans downward to rest his head on the back of your neck, pressing the remaining few inches inside.

Twin moans of pleasure are exhaled into the kitchen, Toto’s hands move to hold your waist, his clasp on your skin tight, reflecting the force he’s mustering to refrain from fucking into you without your approval. The burn from his girth fades quickly replaced by the feeling of fullness you’ve become addicted to. You roll your hips softly, moaning shakily at the drag of his length within you and Toto meets your rhythm smoothly. 

He fucks into you deeply, grunting on every other thrust in, you feel the breath of his chuckle ghost across your back when you fall limp in his hands; he’s well aware that you enjoy sitting pretty and taking what he gives you. Your cunt clings to his cock, the plush heat trying its hardest to disallow Toto from exiting, urging him to stay buried inside of you as he scrapes directly over your most sensitive points. 

Your husband straightens himself upright, pressing you firmly down on the counter with a hand in the middle of your back, his other hand slipping around to rest on your navel while keeping your hips angled upward for a better angle.

His thrusts become rougher and you can only scramble to hold on to the island, hands slipping from the sweat accumulated on your palms and skin. Your mouth is parted, drooling from the corner of your lip, chest heaving as you struggle to breathe through his thrusts, moans and gasps punched out of your chest, his cock hardened and pulsing within you, and your curls bouncing out of your bun and sticking to your back and forehead from the heat.

Toto’s hand presses into your belly, and he pants lowly, “You feel me right in here—I’m going to put a baby in you, schatz.”

You shudder in his arms, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to reply, and you swear you feel yourself become wetter at the image your husband planted in your mind.

“You can’t,” you whine out roughly, whimpering as the force of his thrusts rocks you up across the island, the ledge digging into your hips, “ah—’m on birth control!”

He grunts dismissively, patting his hand on your belly as his rough thrusts are exchanged for deep grinds, hitting places that send tantalizing rushes of pain along with pleasure up your spine, “Okay,” Toto huffs, “Stop taking it.”

You mean to ask clarifying questions, but he doesn’t let you get a word in as he continues to ramble about getting you pregnant.

“Fuck, I’m going to give you a baby, yes?” “—Going to be so pretty carrying our child.” “You’ll be such a good mum.”

The last one pushes you over the edge harshly, your nerves burning at the white-hot flash of pleasure, the sounds of Toto following you muffled to your ears as your orgasm floods your senses. You feel a dampness on your cheeks and it takes Toto wiping it away to realize you’re crying. His hips continue to slowly grind deeply within you, his cum painting your walls, and he pulls you upwards to press your lips together.

“You were serious,” your voice cracks embarrassingly as you moan the words into Toto’s lips, “About the birth control?”

“Yes,” your husband answers confidently, his words supported by a firm thrust of his cock that makes your eyes roll and body shiver, “If that’s what you want, of course.”

You hum, pleased at his response, “You need to remind me to call the clinic tomorrow to cancel my refill order.”

Toto grumbles incoherently, more concerned with toying with your nipples and kissing along your collarbone, “Yes, schatz—can you go again? I want to put a baby in you as quickly as possible. You would look so beautiful with a bump, no?”

5 weeks later you run out of the bathroom and leap into your husband's arms, brandishing a positive pregnancy test wildly. 

You laugh gleefully, tears of joy forming in your waterline, “I guess both of us are bakers now!”

“What?” Toto offers confused, trying to still your arm to grab the test.

“Both of us are bakers now! You put a bun in my oven!”

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[sooniebby]

First Drabble after a month or so… Anyway, reader is a bisexual man, deal with it. Kinks are: voyeurism, spanking, dubcon, cucking, manhandling, praise, lite feminization. Brief mention of m/f sex but reader is a bottom and is mentioned to have a cock. BDSM relationship. Tw. Girlfriend is a bit abusive so skip this if bad doms bother you 🫶🏼 no set character, but I gave him a name! A little long tbh, not even a Drabble anymore

The things you do to make your girlfriend.

“Ohhh! Gimme more, Mark.”

You roll your eyes, checking your phone as your girlfriend gets her pussy fucked by your “friend” Mark. They were too busy having the time of their life to notice you stopped paying attention to them.

Your girlfriend, Lizzy, just loved this whole cuck fantasy shit. Whatever made her happy. You tried many other times to tell you that you didn’t necessarily like it but she always somehow made you the bad guy.

It was your first relationship dealing with BDSM, she was more than likely right since she had loads of relationships before you.

Right? She wouldn’t use your naivety to her advantage… right?

Hah.

Anyway, she loved making you watch other guys fuck her. Especially if their dick was bigger than yours. Though you didn’t like her saying your four inches was small.

Some guys had two inches, you were perfectly fine.

She began moaning something about how big he was, you didn’t really care at this point. You didn’t even know if you liked this whole BDSM thing. Sure, being the submissive was cool at first but now it just felt… eh?

You certainly hated her way of being a sadist. You hated being a masochist. It wasn’t fun.

But, whatever makes her happy. She’s freaking Lizzy Powers, the hot girl from your university. Every guys falls for her.

There was particularly high pitched yelp that caused you to look up in concern but it seemed Mark had just manhandled her into another position. You huffed and just went back to watching TikTok thirst traps.

The few times you looked at them to pretend you actually cared, Mark seemed set at staring right at you. His thrusts would always get faster each time. Weirdo.

Mark was popular, just like Lizzy. Loved by many girls (and guys). He was supposedly good natured and kinda but you kinda found him creepy, especially right now.

Was there something on your face???

“Ooh, (Name)~!” Lizzy whined, “he’s so much better than you… Just look at how well he fucks my pussy.”

She looked over at you—you quickly forced a frown. She loved seeing you “upset” about the other guy fucking her. Something about getting you to try harder when you fucked her the next day.

It worked the first time, but after that, you stopped caring. You kinda stopped caring to fuck her as well. It wasn’t even that she was fucking all these other guys. Something just kept bothering you.

Maybe the fact she didn’t go on regular dates with you and there didn’t seem to be an end to the dominate actions she had.

A shrill voice filled the room, Lizzy was cumming. You used to always love seeing this part—just seeing your gorgeous girl coming undone.

Eh, you’ve seen it before. These days, you found yourself watching the guy fucking her instead of her. Which was bad, that was cheating, or at least that’s what Lizzy had told you.

So you made sure to not look at Mark as much. Mark pulled out and rolled off his condom, tossing it into the trash bin next to the bed. The loud sound of music was still ringing downstairs from the party.

You would’ve thought this dumb party would’ve been done by now. “Was that it?” You asked, standing up. “I have a test tomorrow so I need to get back to my dorm.”

There was a moment of silence as Lizzy and Mark stared at you. Mark simply nodded and moved to put his jacket and shoes back on. Lizzy however, looked furious. She stood up abruptly, putting on her dress and stormed over to you.

Oh no.

You knew that look. She was about to “discipline”you. Her punishments were so humiliating—you hated it so much. 

You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. Her anger radiated off her face. Though she only stood to your chest, she managed to make your heart drop. There was no fun in this. But isn’t this what these relationships involve?

This was just how it was.

Her harsh words began spilling out, probably promising a punishment once you reached your dorm. Or possibly even when Mark left. But knowing her, she’d get a kick out of him watching.

Maybe you should’ve gotten a different girlfriend. This one doesn’t exactly make you happy. The thought couldn’t go any further though when Mark cleared his throat, ending Lizzy’s tyranny with ease.

“Your submissive isn’t exactly listening to you. I don’t mean to pry,” though the smirk on his lips tells you otherwise. “He looks legitimately scared. No sense of pleasure in him.”

Lizzy scoffed. “And you can do better? He’s just new to this, but it seems to be taking forever for him to listen to me.” She said, harshly poking at your chest with her finger. You try not to show any emotion from the slight pain.

“I can. But that’s if you want your submissive to get a taste of what’s better.”

A pin could be dropped and it would’ve made more noise. You watch in awe as Lizzy practically turned pink in the face. Wow, you’d never seen her this anger. There was silent rage in her eyes before she pulled a quick smile.

“Sure. He’s all yours.”

But Mark looked over at you. He stood up and took off his jacket, walking over to you with a look of determination. “Do you want it?”

“W..wha..?” You whispered, feeling dwarfed against his tall height. Jesus, does he play volleyball or basketball??

“Do you…” his hand slowly reached up, gently grabbing your chin before forcing you to look up at him. Oh. “…want me to touch you? Show you real pleasure.”

“….yes…”

His lips pulled into a slight smirk. “Good boy.”

So here you are, pants less. Mark was kinda enough to let you keep your sweater on. Lizzy was sitting at the desk chair you once were. You felt bad for whoever’s frat brother’s room you guys were in. Poor guy.

“Do you know why you’re being punished?” Mark suddenly said, sitting on the bed as he patted his lap.

You huffed and moved over to where he was. “Attitude probably.” You muttered, looking down at the bed sheets. Ooh, sport cars.

A tug at your sweater caused you to yelp as you were forced to look Mark in the eye. “Look me in the eye when you’re speaking to me.” With little force, he pulled you to drape over his thighs. They were quite muscular. Hm, maybe soccer?

You could feel Lizzy’s harsh glare on your body. It was just reminding you that she was so pissed over you having a slight attitude. Gosh, we doms all like this? You were seriously considering if you wanted to stay in this type of relationship.

Mark’s hand gently gripped your butt, softly massaging it. “I don’t think you deserve a punishment, but I’m going off what your dom wants. This can be really easy, (Name). Just count, okay? I’ll only go to ten.”

“Just ten?” Lizzy cut in.

“Ten is enough. He didn’t do anything terrible.” Mark countered. “Was I even speaking to you?”

You didn’t want to know the look Lizzy gave him. His hand gripped your ass before he released it, gently tapping it.

“(Name), what’s your safe word?”

You blinked, “what’s that?”

There was a tense silence. You tried to look up but Mark quickly pushed your head back down.

“Just whenever you want to stop. In case it’s too much.”

“Oh uhm. Stop should work fine, no?”

“Alright. You can always say red as well. Yellow would be if you just want a breather, okay?”

“Oh… would green be for keep going?”

Mark hummed, gently massaging your butt. “Mhm. Aren’t you smart?”

You blushed slightly. Oh, that was nice. When was the last time Lizzy complimented you?

“Starting now.”

You prepared for the worst. Whenever Lizzy spanked you, it was torture. Just hit after hit with no room to breathe. Didn’t help she would use those whips. It took you awhile to convince her to just use her hand.

Sometimes the damn thing would just start hitting your thighs or back. It was like she was purposefully missing your ass.

Smack!

Oh. What were you supposed to do? You could’ve sworn you were supposed to say something. That felt so weird, but you felt your toes practically curl as a gasp left your lips. He must’ve had experience doing this…

He gently rubbed the slight curve of your hip. “C’mon, count for me.”

Oh right. Counting…

“O..One.”

It went on, each time you momentarily went blank in the head. This wasn’t anything like Lizzy’s spankings. Mark was spanking you hard, definitely, but there still was a slight softness to it.

Hmm, you could probably revisit spanking.

“Ten…” You muttered, sighing in slight relief that it was over. You gently got up from Mark’s lap, ready to pull your pants back up but he pulled your back down.

“What are you doing?” He asked, rubbing your sore cheeks. You heard the sound of a container being opened before a cooling substance was rubbing onto your skin. It was pure relief. A relaxed hum left your throat.

Lizzy coughed, breaking the moment. You almost forgot she was there. “Are you done with my boyfriend?”

“Hm, no. His moans were cute, I want to hear how he sounds cumming on my cock.” He said bluntly, causing you to blush in pure embarrassment. His cock?! He was going to fuck you?!

Lizzy sputtered as she stood up. “What?! That’ll be cheating!”

“It’s just cucking. A man can cuck a woman.”

“But—”

“—It’s only fair (Name) can cuck you too.”

It was wrong. But his words made you grin. Cucking her back? Oh that sounded fun. Finally, she could feel how you felt.

“Okay.” You suddenly said, removing yourself off Mark’s lap. “You can fuck me.” You weren’t scared about anything going into your butt. Lizzy has fucked you with a strap before, those were the few times you had the most fun during sex with her.

Shame she never wanted to do after the two times.

You grabbed the lube that was left on the nightstand from Lizzy and Mark’s previous fuck and drizzled a decent amount onto your fingers. Sitting down on the bed, you began to stretch your ass open.

It was pretty easy, you did masturbate this morning with a dildo. The entire time, Mark just stared at you with hunger, his eyes watching your hole swallow your fingers with ease. He was probably expecting some type of resistance.

“I’m ready.” You muttered, moving to get into a doggy position but Mark grabbed your hand. A shriek left you as he picked you up with ease and plopped you down into his lap.

This position… was embarrassing to say the least. Your legs were wide open, your cock hard against your tummy. Lizzy was literally right across from you, seeing everything. You squirmed, wondering why Mark was so set in humiliating you.

His lips suddenly pressed against your ear, his chin resting on your shoulder. The sound of his zipper and slight shuffling filled your ears as his cock slipped out. Holy shit. He was definitely huge… maybe 7 inches??

“I want…” his hand reached up and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look Lizzy straight in the eye. “Miss Powers here to see you cum on my cock, seeing you become my pretty little slut.”

Your cock twitched. His cock pressed against your ass, gently teasing your hole. Slowly, he lowered you down, letting the stretch become comfortable.

He was definitely huge. You didn’t understand how Lizzy took this thing without crying out in pain? Once he was fully in, you let out a shaky breath, gripping his hand that held your hip.

“Good boy. You’re taking me well.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on your neck. “Now move.”

“What?”

“Ride me.” Mark simply said, gently patting your thighs.

Holy fucking shit. You were supposed to ride this guy while your girlfriend watches? Jesus. You moved slightly, gripping his thighs as a way to hold yourself help as you began bouncing up and down.

The sounds of skin slapping filled the room, your soft moans right behind it. This was better than any strap. You could feel him inside you—his heat. A shudder left you when his cock pressed against your prostate. You quickly tried to keep that position, gasping at the constant pressure.

You practically forgot Lizzy was even there. All you cared about was getting off.

No, all you cared about was making sure Mark was enjoying it.

That was a first.

You glanced down, wanting to see if Mark was enjoying himself. The sight caused your hips to stutter. He was staring right at you, a smirk on his face. His free hand was gripping at your ass, pulling the cheeks apart slightly.

He broke eye contact to look down at your hole, laughing slightly. “It’s so cute. Hey, I’m your first real one huh?”

“Y..Yeah..”

“Good. I’ll be your only too.” He said, delivering a harsh spank on your ass. A scream escaped your lips as you stopped for a moment, trying to process everything that was happening.

First and only? What?!

“Hey, why’d you stop?” His hands suddenly had your waist in its grasp as he pulled you back. You were once again looking at Lizzy, seeing her pure anger. Gosh, you were really betraying your girlfriend.

“Why are you treating him so gently?” Lizzy suddenly commented.

Mark hummed. “It’s his first time. You always gotta treat beginners like glass. Once he’s properly trained… I’ll fuck him like the whore he is.”

“Whore..?” You muttered, but before you could ask why he kept calling you stuff like that, he was suddenly making you bounce up and down on his cock. It was so sudden, so fast and made your previous movement seem like nothing.

If this is him treating you like glass, you wondered just how mean he got…

Your back arched as you cried out, resting your head on his back as the pleasure began to take over. It was so much. But you wanted more. You just knew he could do more.

You wanted it so bad.

You were too lost in the pleasure to even notice that Lizzy left until the sound of a door slamming caught your attention. “Hng…? Why’d she..?”

“Fucking finally.” Mark muttered, pulling you off his cock. You whimpered, feeling your cock leak dejectedly with pre-cum. He plopped you down on the bed and pushed your legs up, putting you in a mating press.

His cock easily slid back inside as he leaned down, grinning. “Now that she’s out of the way, I have you all to myself.” He whispered, his hips moving upwards in harsh staccato type motion. Each slap caused a struggled gasp to leave you in tandem.

“Been hearing all about how you were just her little cuck. Using you because you knew nothing about how these type of relationships work..” he mumbled, a groan leaving his lips when you clenched around his cock.

You couldn’t even care about what he was talking about. You just wanted to cum already. This position was so odd, you didn’t even know your body could fold this far.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore, baby. I’ll make sure you enjoy yourself as mine.”

“Y..yours..? What..? Ngh, did you..”

“Fuck her to get to you?” He laughed, leaning down to kiss your lips. You blushed, shocked that the kiss was so sweet compared to the sinful thrusting. “Yeah, anything for you.”

Anything for you…? You didn’t get to truly understand just how deranged that sounded when he began to roughly fuck you. He managed to push your legs even further as he draped himself over your body, ravaging you like a cheap slut.

Your screams and his grunts mixed together as you gripped at the sheets beneath you for type of stability. If that stupid loud music from downstairs wasn’t still playing you were sure everyone would be able to tell you were getting your stomach rearranged.

“(Name)…”

You let out a strangled hum.

“Your pussy is tighter than hers.”

Yaaaay… first post back! Feel really proud of this one, though I didn’t mean to make it longer than a usual Drabble, felt like I had to add a lot of stuff before the porn… lmao.

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[0o-junebug-o0]

Pretty Girl

summary: you have spencer try on a skirt, but neither of you expected to enjoy it this much.

genre: smut

cw: 18+ mdni! sub!spencer, softdom!reader, dirty talking, praise, kink discovery, feminization, spencer in a skirt, use of good girl, use of princess, handjobs, cumming in pants, completely gn!reader (reader is not described at all), no use of y/n, autistic!spencer (because every spencer is autistic!spencer), kink discussion at the end

wordcount: 1k

a/n: this is inspired by the fic "FBI's resident pretty girl" by stainlesssteel on ao3, it gave me feminized spencer brain worms so y'all should check it out.

“Would you be willing to try on a skirt?”

Spencer stops reading and looks over at you from across the couch, surprised. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“You don’t have to, of course,” you continue. “I just— I’ve been thinking about it for a while, and I think you’d look really good.”

You can practically see the gears turning in Spencer’s head.

“Really?” he asks softly.

You nod. “I, um, I bought one that would fit you the other day on a whim. But you really don’t have to. I can always return it.”

He closes his book and sets it aside. “No,” he says softly, nervously. “I’ll try it on.”

You beam at him and practically leap off the couch, holding out your hand to help Spencer up. He hasn’t needed his cane in a few months now, but helping him stand has become a habit. “Wonderful! Come on, sweet boy, it’s in the bedroom.” 

Spencer flushes and takes your hand, letting you pull him off the couch. He lets you lead him to your shared bedroom and park him in the middle of the room. “Stay there,” you say excitedly, patting him on the chest, “I’ll be right back.”

You scamper over to the closet and pull a high-waisted, pleated, white and gray plaid skirt off of a back hanger. You spin around and hold the skirt out in front of you with a smile as you walk back over to Spencer. You hand it to him, and he examines the skirt like it’s some sort of alien artifact.

“Pants off!” you say cheerfully.

Spencer flushes again and drapes the skirt over his arm to undo his belt and push his slacks off his hips. They fall to his ankles, leaving him just in his black boxer briefs, and he awkwardly climbs out of the pants, kicking them aside with a mismatched socked foot. Spencer nervously steps into the skirt and slowly pulls it up his legs. The skirt settles just over his hips and falls to a bit below his mid-thigh. You stare at him in awe. He looks gorgeous.

Spencer’s face is impossibly red when you look back up at him, and he wrings his hands together over his stomach. You reach up, tangling your hand in his hair, and pull him in for a quick kiss. “You look amazing, Spencer,” you say when you pull away. “You look like such a pretty girl!”

Spencer’s breath hitches and his eyes blow wide.

Oh, that’s new. And really fucking hot.

You smirk at him. “You like that, baby? You like it when I call you a pretty girl?” you ask teasingly, stepping closer to him.

Spencer’s gaze drops for a moment, embarrassed, but he nods desperately. 

“Yeah?” you coo. “You wanna be my pretty girl?” He looks back up at you and nods slightly. You’re so turned on your whole body feels like it’s burning up.

“Words, sweetheart.” You run your hands over his chest and down to the waistline of his skirt, rubbing your thumbs over his hips in the way you know drives him crazy.

“Y-yes,” he whispers.

You smile. “Good girl,” you purr.

Spencer whimpers at the praise, and you slip your hand down the front of his skirt and into his underwear, suddenly feeling very glad that you bought a skirt with an elastic waist. Spencer gasps as you wrap your hand around his cock and curls forward to press his head into your neck as you begin to stroke him. He pants and whines, weakly thrusting into your hand and digging his fingers desperately into your hips, unable to control himself.

“Aww, look at you,” you tease, sliding your free hand into his hair. “Pretty girl in a pretty skirt, with such pretty, long hair.” You tug lightly and Spencer whines. “You’re practically a princess.”

Spencer’s hips buck forward desperately. 

“You like being my princess, sweet girl?” you ask.

Spencer nods frantically, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses against your neck that make you groan. His grip on your hips tightens and he’s clinging to you like a lifeline.

He gasps your name weakly. 

“Aww, baby, are you close already?” you ask, feigning disapproval. 

Spencer whimpers and nods again, thrusting wantonly into your hand. 

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me, princess?”

Spencer continues to nod, his moans rapidly rising in pitch as he gets closer and closer.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum for me.”

With a weak cry of your name, Spencer cums hard all over your hand and his boxers. You stroke him through it until he’s trembling and whining, barely able to hold himself up. 

You carefully remove your hand, wiping it clean on your pants, and guide him backward onto the bed. You climb up next to him, holding him gently and pressing kisses to the top of his head. Spencer hums contentedly. “Do you want me to—“ he starts.

You shake your head and cup his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose. “I’m alright, sweetheart. This was about you. Did you have fun?”

Spencer nods. “I-I didn’t expect that,” he says softly.

“Yeah? You didn’t know you wanted to be my good girl?” you ask. Spencer whines and buries his head in your neck out of embarrassment. You chuckle lightly and run your hand through his hair soothingly. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I really liked it, too.”

Spencer pulls back to look you in the eye. “Really?”

You nod. “Of course,” you reassure. “It was really fucking hot. You look amazing in that skirt, and I loved taking care of my pretty girl.”

Spencer blushes. “C-can we do this again sometime?” he asks nervously. “Not always. I still like being your good boy, probably most of the time. But every once in a while, can I be your good girl again?”

Excitement burns in your chest. You smile and kiss him hard, making Spencer gasp against your lips. “Of course, baby. We can do this whenever you want. Now, c’mon, let’s get you a bath and into something clean.”

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[wh1msic4lwasab1]

“You get me so…so soaked!!”˚✿˖ᥫ᭡.

synopsis: Zayne needs more you more than food during his lunch break ;)

tags: semi-public, softdom!Zayne, desperation, penetration, on the table…, nipple play, dirty talk, vulgar, explicit, desperate asa Zayne my favorite flavor

wrd cnt: 1.5k

a/n: finally wrote a longer ish fic and lord i need this man in ways that sets back feminism…special thanks to @astarionapologist bc i made them go take screenshots for these zayne pics…

Your heels clink against the spotless hospital floor, your eyebrows slightly contort due to the harsh fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow over everything. The smell of antiseptic and alcohol hangs heavy in the air, but your heart quickens as you finally spot Zayne sitting at one of the tables in the break room, his head in his hands as his slender fingers rub at the sides of his temple. He looks up as you enter, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you.

"Y/n, I'm so glad you're here," he says, his voice thick with emotion. He stands up and pulls you into a tight embrace, his strong arms enveloping you. You can feel the tension in his body, the stress and anxiety of his upcoming surgery weighing heavy on him.

He pulls back and looks at you, his eyes pleading. "I've missed you”, he says, holding the side of your face and making you blush at his sudden confession.

You reach up and run your fingers through his hair, fixing small pieces out of place.

"I've missed you too, Zayne," you murmuras you stand in his arms, holding a box in your hand he’s yet to ask about.

“A gift for me?” He chuckles, taking it after your little nudges.

He opens your scarf wrapped lunch box to reveal a beautiful assortment of sweets.

His eyes widen, embarrassed you know his guilty pleasure so well.

He winces, “you know…giving your doctor diabetes in a box is quite humorous.” He closes the lid, placing your gift on the counter behind him. “Nonethless…I’ll probably get through the entire thing by the end of the day…” He fesses up, smiling at you.

“Wait! At least try one first-!” You insist.

He sighs, knowing he can’t even try to say no to you.

You grab a chocolate covered strawberry since it wouod be the the first to melt, and let Zayne take a bite.

You watch with big eyes as he chews, nodding softly in response.

“Soooo?” You ask.

“It’s very nice, did you make these just for me?”

You nod, wiping away a small smear of chocolate in the corner of his mouth.

His eyes trail your hand before noticing residual chocolate.

As is it was the antidote to a poison, he grabs your wrists and puts the tip of your finger in his mouth, licking off the confectionery.

“Sorry…I really like it.”

You chuckle, “there’s more in the box-“

“I meant something else.” He says sternly.

It took a few seconds for what he said to register, but it was quickly reinforced when you felt his sweet lips touch yours, tasting hints of strawberry as his tongue tangles with yours, his soft groans filling the cavern of your mouth while the grip on your hand trials up to interlock your fingers together.

Before the kiss is broken, he’s got you pushed into a table, pausing just for a second to remove his fogged up glasses.

He groans, his hands gripping your hips tightly. "I need you, y/n. Please…” His breath is heavy, “I just need to feel something else, something good….you”.

You can feel the heat building between you as he backs you up against the table, body pressed flush against yours. His hands are all over you, gripping your hips, running up your thighs, tangling in your hair.

"Zayne, we can't do this in here-," you protest half-heartedly, even as you arch your back, pressing yourself against him. “Someone could walk in at any moment now-”.

"I don't care," he growls, his voice low and rough. "I need you” he groans, “so much.”

He lifts you up onto the table, pushing your skirt up around your waist. His fingers find your underwear, tugging them aside as he sinks to his knees in front of you. You gasp as his tongue finds your clit, his hands gripping your thighs as he devours you.

"Zayne, oh god," you moan, your hands fisting in his hair as he licks and sucks at you.

He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "You’re soaked…I think you might like the riskiness of this all?"

Before you could argue back, your words start to slur in retort as he dives back into you, placing your thighs on his shoulders as he continues his work on your most sensitive spot.

You can't deny the thrill that courses through you as you both skirt the line of danger.

Zayne's hands roam your body, exploring every inch of you as his tongue works its magic. You can feel yourself quickly spiraling towards release, your hips bucking against his face as you chase the feeling.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps outside the door, coming closer and closer. Panic sets in as you realize how exposed you are, but Zayne doesn't seem to care.

In fact, the danger only seems to turn him on more, his fingers plunging deeper inside of you as his tongue continues to flick back and forth, sucking on your pearl to make you moan even louder.

You bite your lip to keep from crying out as the footsteps pass by the door, the sound fading away into the distance. Zayne finally looks up at you, a wicked smile on his face.

"I told you, you liked the risk," he says, standing back up and soothing your head and helping you come down from your high.

“Perhaps, we should finish before someone really does walk in?”

You were run out of half asses excuse, and frankly you might have needed him more now.

In a snap decision, you pull the collar of his white coat and kiss him, tasting the remnants of yourself that coated his lips.

While his hands are focused on holding the sides of your neck, yours trial down his body; feeling every particular muscle down his chest and torso, your hand soothing over his abs under his shirt and unbuttoned coat before pulling the latch of his belt.

He lets out a deep groan against your mouth as you palm over his cock, painfully hard and most eager for your attention.

“Please…touch me more.” He begs, his forehead resting on yours, his eyes shut as he focuses on how good your hands feel.

You release him from his clothes, taking his erection into your hand, slowly pumping it just enough to illicit painful excitement from the doctor.

“Y/n- Please…I can’t take this.”

You look into his eyes, his warm and sultry glare that begs you to allow him release.

He gets closer to you, taking his own tip and smearing it up and down your slit, a sharp breathe leaving your nostrils.

“Is this okay?” He whispers, watching every inch of your face accept him before he plunges it inside you in one movement.

“A-Ah- Zayne…!” You moan, forgetting for a moment the height of your volume in such a vulnerable situation.

“I’m sorry- I just can’t…” his forehead falls on your shoulder, arm wrapped around your waist as the other curiously roams your body, tweaking your nipple through the thin fabric of your shirt. “Can’t get enough of you”.

You grip his shoulders tight, the white coat wrinkling under your firm fingers as the table behinds to rock.

He pounds you, painfully slow; savoring the engulfing feeling of your walls around every inch of him, his stress seeming to melt away while fucking you.

“God- I love you.” He whispers, more raspy and guttural the more and more he repeats it. Like a mantra, repeating the phrase over and over as he thrusts his cock deep inside you while you remain glued to him.

The intensity of the moment is almost overwhelming, but in the best way possible. The way Zayne looks at you, with pure desire and love, makes your heart race. You feel him inside you, every thrust, every whisper of love, every twitch of his cock.

Zayne continued to move inside you, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. The pleasure is building, tightening in your core, and you know that you're not going to be able to hold back much longer, reaching a plateau.

You tighten your legs around Zayne's waist, pulling him deeper inside you. “Y/n-“ He groans in response, his movements becoming more urgent as he chases his own release.

You can feel him getting closer, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he reaches the breaking point. And then, with one final thrust, he stills, burying himself deep inside you as he comes.

The feeling of him inside you, pulsing and throbbing, is enough to send you over the edge. You cry out, your orgasm rippling through you as you cling to Zayne, unable to let go. He holds you close, whispering words of love and devotion as you ride out the waves of pleasure.

As if it were a perfectly timed sign, you hear Zayne’s pager go off as soon as you two had composed yourself, giving him an encouraging kiss on the cheek as he’s on his way.

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[steviestits]

My God Longs For Me - Part 1.3

Written for an anon prompt, which can be read in its entirety on this fic’s masterpost.

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: T (E for later chapters) Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: None Eventual Trigger Warning: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking, Feminization, Brainwashing

(Link to previous part)

Entering the bar, Steve looked around at the shabby wooden walls and cracked floorboards until his eyes landed on Billy and Tommy drunkenly playing pool. Steve tried to catch their eye and even called out to them, but they ignored him. The pool tables were situated on the furthest wall away from the bar, thankfully, but it did have a dingy yet still functional mirror hung up between the bottled of high-shelf (for this establishment anyway) alcohol, so there was no way they couldn’t see him no matter the angle. He took this to mean that they were actively ignoring him, and he honestly wished his dad had selected better friends for him.

“What a bunch of mouth-breathers,” the bartender said with a disappointed shake of his head.

Objectively good-looking, the bartender had long, dark brown curls that cascaded down his back, framing his lean face to make his chocolate brown eyes pop. A tight t-shirt with the logo of a band that Steve didn’t recognize was stretched across the man’s lean body, displaying every single one of his compact muscles. He wasn’t a name tag, but it wasn’t as Steve needed the other’s name as they wouldn’t be staying much longer in the bar anyway.

Steve strode over to the bar, leaning against the wooden counter with one elbow. The other man didn’t seem to mind and instead grabbed a rag to begin cleaning a few shot glasses in front of him. He didn’t say anything but continued to keep an eye on Billy and Tommy, glowering sourly at the pair as if expecting them to cause trouble.

“If they break anything, I’ll pay for it,” Steve offered sincerely.

“Why are you even friends with them? If you don’t mind me asking, because they seem like more trouble than they’re worth.”

“My dad picked them out for me, believe it or not. It’d be good for the company, is what he said. Improve our investments.”

“Your daddy picked them out? Seriously?” The bartender snorted. “Starting to think those ids they showed me were fake. Aren’t you all grown men?”

“Listen, man, I know. But you don’t know my dad. He can make your life a living Hell if he really sets his mind to it. Easier to just do what he asks.”

“You do something to piss him off then? Only reason I can think of that he’d let you and your friends camp out in these cursed woods.”

“He didn’t pick the location. My friend did. But what do you mean by cursed?”

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “You’re going camping out there, and you don’t even know the story of Hawkins Woods?”

“It’s not like it matters. Curses aren’t real.”

 “Isn’t that what everyone in a horror movie says right before they’re killed by the curse they were warned about?”

“That’s in the movies. This is real life.”

With a chuckle, the bartender asked, “Isn’t that what they say in the movies too, though?”

“Fine. Fair enough,” Steve relented. “What’s the story behind Hawkins Woods?”

“Well, you see, it started a few decades ago when the Hellfire Club built a commune just a few miles from here. People began disappearing when they went into the woods, and the ones that didn’t swore that they’d seen a horned being right out of the corner of their eye. They said it was the pagan god that the cult worshiped. Well, the police eventually cracked down on Hellfire, broke the whole thing up, but it only got worse. Instead of disappearances, people were dying, bodies mutilated beyond recognition. Thus, everyone in these parts believe that the Hellfire Club put a curse on these woods and that their god still walks between the trees.”

Frowning, Steve turned the story over in his head. He didn’t remember everything about the Hellfire Club, but he hadn’t thought that they were anywhere close to its location, especially since his dad wouldn’t have wanted to be within the cult’s reach, meaning he would’ve said something if the area was too close. On the other hand, the bartender had no reason to lie to him. What did the man have to gain by making him believe the cult was nearby? He guessed it could be a prank, but it wasn’t a funny one if it was.

“Listen, great story, but that’s all it is, a story.” Steve pushed himself away from the counter. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go collect my friends.”

“What friends?”

Steve opened his mouth to answer, but he looked up to see that the mirror no longer reflect Billy and Tommy. Glancing over his shoulder confirmed to Steve that they weren’t there anymore, which didn’t make sense. Even if they didn’t tell him they were leaving, he thought that he would’ve at least heard them since the two were never the quite type of drunks. He didn’t feel panicked, though. In fact, he actually felt relieved.

Billy was an asshole, and Tommy always sided with him since the jerk muscled his way into their group. Steve’s dad said that Billy was “assertive” and had a ruthlessness to him that he said Steve lacked, which was why he didn’t have a nose for business like the others. The comparison always irked Steve since he didn’t see how screwing people over or bullying them made someone a good business partner.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Who needs them?”

Hearing the bartender speak, Steve returned his attention to him only to find that his form was now twisting, growing larger until he was eerily looming over Steve. Branched, deer-like antlers crept out from underneath the other man’s curly hair while his clothes changed into robes that seemed to be made out of shadows. Then, through the darkness, a deathly pale hand nestled against Steve’s cheek, caressing it while he forced Steve to stare up into his fully black eyes.

It was then that Steve realized what was going on, and he leaned into the touch before he breathlessly whispered, “Eddie.”

Part 1.2 ~ Masterpost ~ Part 1.4

[distractedducky]

So I was thinking about it… why sterek

I’ve shipped a lot in my time. From the classics like spirk and destiel, to the straight vampire diaries nonsense, from murder husbands to buddy to name a very small few. They all hold weird little places in my heart and mind but they fade and as I flow in and out of fandoms I move on to the next hyperfixation. But sterek just keeps sticking around.

It’s an old ship for me. If you go on my ao3 all the way back to 2013 you’ll see my first ever book mark was a sterek fic. That fic is still a comfort fic for me today and is something I read when my anxiety is uncontrollable.

It was something I read late in 2022 when the reality of the pandemic and the last few years hit me hard and got me back into Teen Wolf so hard it actually pushed me out of the supernatural hole the start of the pandemic put me in.

I’ve always been a shipper and I have my ride or dies, my OTPs and Ot3s, and so on and so forth, but fandom has always been weird for me. I started young and witnessed the birth in Tumblr and ao3, as a tween my taste can only be described as pure trash* Affectionate * but as I got older, like most things in life, my taste changed. And though I still love me some hot garbage, I engage with it differently than that little 12-year-old who thought werewolves and vampires were cool no further explanation necessary.

Now I’m an academic, a librarian, who actually studied critical lit analysis, book studies, and religion. Who spent years learning how to dissect prose and poetry to look beyond text in an professional setting. And though I don’t regret it and it has led to some fun changes in the way I engage with fiction it also kinda ruined the fun engagement I had with things back in the day when baby me bookmarked that first fic.

I need more from my characters now, more from my fandoms and it has led me away from and into the arms of content that I never saw coming. (Looking at you Danny phantom phandom) I needed depth or the potential for depth that some shows just didn’t lend themselves to cleanly enough to satisfy me and yet… sterek persisted.

One of my problems is I didn’t really engage with the fandom when the show was airing and only watched a few season sporadically until recently, so I wasn’t there when things were forming organically. It has left me out of step with the primary directions fan content creators have taken with the ship and the directions they took, though fun and interesting, aren’t really my usual thing.

I hate the infantilization of stiles and other teen wolf characters like Isaac. I generally hate infantilization of adults, hyper feminization of certain types of characters and so on and so forth and it has to do with my own gender stuff, but I usually avoid it in fanfiction. I am also not a huge fan of modern werewolf romance erotica. I have a lot of opinions on real supernatural mythology and legends and I don’t like the anthropomorphism that shows up a lot in werewolf stories. Not that I haven’t read some amazing takes on werewolf lore, especially in the Teen Wolf fandom but I’m speaking generally. I’m also not a fan of pack mom stiles (again my own gender stuff) and though I think Scott’s inconsistent character and writing throughout the show lens him to be whatever your fic needs to be (best friend, hype man, wingman, idiot, genius, villain, so on and so forth) I don’t like a lot of the 'Scott sucks just because' fics. I don’t like the hate in the fandom around that. I also don’t like the hypermasculine depictions of Derek in a lot of fics and on and on. I have read a lot of TW and sterek and by all accounts, it should be a fandom I wouldn't personally engage with this much. Yet for all that, I have found there is an exception to every trope I hate, every hard line i draw for myself, because the fic was just so good. For every dozen or so fics that seem to tell me that this isn’t the fandom for me, there is that one amazing thing that says “No! This is exactly where you wanna be”.

Like I said, I need more from my fandoms now a days and most of what that boils down to is plausible deniability. I need enough gaps in the narrative to fill them in myself, but with enough connective pieces that everything can make sense when put together. The fatal flaw of telling without showing, which allows people to extrapolate out what they want from certain things -all the subtext with none of the text - is exactly where my degree comes in handy.

And sterek well… I think what it is for me as a shipper is the inconsistencies. That is kind of why I still ship it so far and for so long. It's the fact of why was Stiles in Derek's dream at the end of 3b? We can talk about all the things with him being his anchor and the grasping at straws that we as shippers all love to do but the narrative fact is they did not spend that much time on screen together or even saying they were doing things off-screen together. That leads us to a lot of whys. Why were they together at the beginning of season two talking about the alpha pack? Why were they in certain situations in season four that ld them to work so well? What happens in all of this dead time? What happens in season six? We see stiles in episode one be like "Oh my God Derek is a mass murderer wanted by the FBI" and at the end of the season, they've apparently driven and or flown back to California together, apparently spent some time together. They're not on the run from the FBI so that got cleared somehow, stiles isn't limping so his foot healed. There's so much dead time like that throughout the show so when scenes happen like the hand on Derek's shoulder after the death of Boyd you're left thinking that's kind of off, we haven't seen any interactions with them that would show that they have that kind of deep solemn relationship where comforting him would make sense.

The show notoriously has a terrible timeline, but all that does is fuel the fact that we don't know how much time any of these characters are really spending off-screen together. We can only assume that it happened in this weird dead time. This is why somehow Derek's view of Stiles in his head is like a calm stable dependable figure who can help him talk through an issue. This is why they always gravitate towards each other in fights. This is why they work so well together in a crisis. Like we have to assume that happened before which is stupid and I know it's so much reaching, but in my little brain, it's the only way that makes all of this random shit fit together- so I gotta ship it. Obviously, the real-world explanation is inconsistent writing plus putting space between them once the writer stopped wanting people to ship it, but because you get all of these disjointed scenes where they're too intense for what we've been previously seeing there is some type of disconnect here -what is that? and if you're looking at the show, not as a work of fiction, but as a narrative, what else are we gonna do then assume that they have spent way more time emotionally connecting than we have seen on the screen.

And for me that’s everything I want in a ship, that ability to play and extrapolate random events and ask, okay now how would these all fit! And that’s what spawns great ideas and stories and art and why I ship it, dispute the fact that it really shouldn't work for me personally.

I think it’s why a lot of people still stop sterek despite the fact that the attitude towards it and the show has shifted a lot and in many different ways in the last decade.

Sorry for the rant, I’ve been thinking about this for days and had to get it out there. I hope I didn’t offend anyone. I truly love the Teen Wolf fandom and everything it’s done and everything it created and I’m so happy to be able to engage with it.

[wildpeachfarm]

this is meant lighthearted : instead of “all men are trash, women do no wrong” a secret third thing “PEOPLE suck in general”

as someone who grew up with an absent father who tried to make life difficult for my mother once she took him to court for child support for me and my siblings - ing…I grew up with a not nice view of older men BUT my grandpa was a big big influence in not making men a negative experience for us.

the recent shift of the last 4-5 years has been worrying. I used to liked jkr and could emphasize where she was coming from originally. but it was scary to see the gradual descent into where she is now and the stuff she is saying. Bc she is so far removed from what she originally stood for. It can happen to anyone, I even get worried if I’m on that slope sometimes. This whole situation had me second guessing myself bc I gave gnf time and believed in him. I had a moment when a few female creators made remarks (not from mc community) and I checked myself bc I was scared I was falling into the conservative rhetoric to blame women and protect men. Then I saw others who had more information and actually looked into it and also found this blog where the nuances were being discussed and let out a breath of relief that I was just using my critical thinking skills lmao

There are so many men out there who just aren’t given a chance bc society is set up for them to fall into a certain role. And I think a lot of men are trying to break that role and stereotypes. I became a dream fan bc I saw him doing this, saw a gamerboy in 2020 who was passionate and excelled at the game but didn’t fall into the toxicity of the space, actively fought against it.

and women should not be encouraged to drag men through hell bc they feel empowered by the rhetoric of recent years. women can and are just as selfish and shitty people as men. Sometimes they are worse

we’ve gone so far off center, we’ve essentially gone from one extreme to another. Which I learned two years ago was called terfs 😂 the movement needs to go back to its previous meaning. Feminism is not solely female empowerment it is the deconstructing of the patriarchal roles and belief that push men and women into boxes. Feminism, as I was taught over a decade ago, was the fight for women and MEN to be equal and have the same rights and opportunities. We can uplift women without putting down men. if this feminist movement doesn’t correct itself, it will allow more men like andrew tate to grow and influence young men.

The lack of female representation in the sphere cannot be corrected by women. It just can’t. Men need to be part of the change bc if the environment is not corrected, women cannot succeed and thrive. They can become successful but the hate and obstacles directed towards them is crazy. This is in general not just for streaming.

It can’t just be women solidarity, men need to learn and actively engage in calling out misogynist behavior. Women need to talk with their males friends and call them out when they say or act in disgusting ways. Women need to hold women accountable as well! It is unfair and unattainable to put female equality solely in the hands of women. We need to All work together.

Puffy is so good at this when she streams, especially on the smp. Hell, she even created a whole villain arc to call out the people telling her to “be a therapist to Tommy, omg your like dreams mom”. Puffy is awesome 🥹

men =/ bad

women =/ good

PREACH ANON

this breaks it all down so well and i really sympathize with you about having a poor view of some men in your life and trying to not let that influence your views but also not go so far off the other end that you end up blindly defending them without critical thinking.

Really important discussions and introspection about how your thought processes work that I think everyone should have at least once when situations like this come up

[kamiversee]

Kami, that first chapter was absolutely everything i could have wanted and more from an AU like this 🥹 the attention to detail in every aspect in order to set the scene was incredible! there was so much proper dating and the world building right off the bat, and especially when it came to the dialogue. you did a great job in using periodical vocabulary in a way that doesn’t sacrifice comprehension and still fits the tone of the trope!! i absolutely loooove period pieces and royal AU’s, so i’m geeking out about the fact that you’re making one for jjk that’s this inclusive 🫶

the reader has so much personality and relatability, it was so easy to immerse myself in this first chapter!! the way that we immediately start with the thirsting for Yaga (REAL. SO REAL. SOOOO FUCKING REAL I WANT THAT MAN SO BADLY.) was hilarious in its subtlety. the foreshadowing with Utahime’s silent attraction (and awakening?) for the reader was so cute and fun. also, the fact that our personal knight is Yuki? BOOM SHAKALAKA YES GAWDDDDD

also, the way i was absolutely floored during Naoya’s segment?? UGH. that man would be perfect if he didn’t speak. he’s too hot for his own good. i was definitely not expecting him to agree to the harem, and i was definitely not expecting us to agree to the marriage. i definitely thought we were going to deny the marriage and somehow seduce and build a harem of powerful allies to make preparations for war, but this route definitely makes more sense 😭😭 this is why you write and i don’t LMFAO

i’m so excited to see the next few chapters!! i can’t wait to see what details in the first chapter will eventually make their way into the plot. i’m already overthinking everything. i’m side-eyeing that necklace hard as fuck. it definitely could have just been a detail necessary for making the characters ogle at our tits, but let me be delusional about this.

also, “Prince S-“? PRINCE SATORU? FUCK, PLEEEEAAASE I NEED HIMMMMMM I NEED HIM SO BAD. i can’t wait to see how the plot will go in terms of involving all(?) of the nations you mentioned. especially that small but mighty Middom (wonderful naming, btw. didn’t feel unnatural or cringe, a common issue most period-fics have when it comes to world building). bravo, kami!! i’m so excited to see you back and so passionate over a new series!! us stressing Hiromi out is so hilarious and perfect. i can’t wait to put that big nose to use. UGH.

TFL Spring was iconic. i’m so ready for COS Winter(?) I hope you’re ready for my grueling analyses again 🥹

ALSO, SHOUTOUT TO MY BOY INO. YOU DIDN’T SHOW UP YET BUT YOU MADE IT TO THE PAIRING LIST. WE’RE SO BACK.

i need ino so fucking bad i could explode into a cloud of red mist rn i’m so excited for his chapter(s? hopeful)

-☃️

I’m so calm rn guys.

So uh, usual yappatron below..!

First off, HEYYY ☃️NONNIEE!! You were missed ml!

I’m elated to hear how well received that first chapter was. Soso happy I did this royal AU some justice because I definately had my worries! 😅 Honestly, I was worried some parts would feel cringe or too overdramatic but I’m glad to hear it wasn’t!!

This reader actually felt so refreshing to write. tfl!reader was always fighting for herself given the situation she was put in & mln!reader puts herself into certain situations that make life difficult so where CoS is concerned, I felt like a powerful, confident, and (mostly) collected reader was best! I tried not to lean too much into the fact that she’s just a princess & gave her as much personality as I could. 🥰

How you catch the foreshadowing so quickly, I’ll never know. CAN I GET TO THE THIRD CHAPTER AT LEAST BEFORE YOU CLOCK IT, GAH LEEE. (Im not complaining) 😭

There will be a not-so-subtle ongoing theme of feminism & its importance given the time period this all takes place in (I don’t have any specifics for it but wtv) so I felt it only natural to make Yuki the reader’s knight. (I need her to top me)

Naoya & the reader’s segment gave me mild flashbacks of Gojo & the reader in tfl. I love the bickering, the tension that lies beneath it all, the hate & vexation, UGHHHH. & the reader’s plan will be further explained in the next chapter so, any questions or confusion on it WILL be answered! 😚

PRINCE SATORU INDEEEDDDD UGGHHHHHH. He’s coming soon guys (literally, maybe?), y’all aren’t ready.

Idk if this helps but the plot kinda follows this adventuristic kinda theme..? I’d elaborate but uh.. spoilers. 💀

MIDDOM ACTUALLY HAS A FUNNY STORY TO IT TOO! So, I imagine the continent of this whole au being almost like a circle (?). There are five nations, the main four being the North, South, East, and West BUT, then like smack dab in the middle is this small place they call Middom! (Since it’s yk.. in the middle.. so I literally just did: kingdom + middle = middom)

& yes, hiromi will find himself stressed……. Pretty much all throughout the fic. 😭 I felt it was fitting for his character.

IM (clearly) BEYOND READY FOR YOUR EVERY ANALYSIS!! I literally had to take several breathers before responding to this bc it’s literally the first chapter & ur already back at it. Im. SO calm rn, I swear.

THE INO MENTION PLSSS, YOU ARE SURVIVING OFF OF LITERAL CRUMBS RN. 😭😭 I fear for the chapter he’s officially introduced or even mentioned.

With tht being saidd… ty for reading my yappathon. 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

& Thank you sm for reading! 💗

[slowburningechoes]

You did such an amazing job on the previous fic!!!

Okay same premise with sub!spencer having a plug in that vibrates, but shopping for pretty lingerie for him. 👀 tysm!!!!!

he would look so good in those pretty little things cw: 18+ content/MINORS DNI, sub!spencer x softdom!reader, exhibitionism, public sex, piv sex, lingerie, feminization, praise, degradation, anal stimulation word count: 1.2k

pretty boys deserve pretty things

"I hear one noise out of you then I won't let you wear your presents for a whole week, okay, pretty boy?" you disclose sternly.

"Y-yes, ma'am," Spencer forces out, wiggling with a combination of discomfort and anticipation in the passenger's seat. "I'll behave - I promise."

It had taken a little while for Spencer to fully dive into these more intense sub behaviors - wearing a vibrating lavender plug in public while you brought him into a store full of lingerie with the intent to buy him some gorgeous new outfits.

He had always enjoyed wearing frilly things in private, even purchasing a few school girl skirts in college and taking polaroids of himself in them (and occasionally silk or lace panties) to boost his self confidence. Admitting it to you, however, was a much more secretive and drawn out process. He would let you tie him up and use him every which way, stretching his ass out with your fingers and any toy that would fit, but when you caught him admiring himself in the mirror while wearing your black lace set with a matching garter, his face immediately turned beet red and apologies flowed from his lips. Spencer was embarrassed beyond words, but it flipped a switch in you that made you consumed with the feral need to take him over.

The discoveries stayed in private until now. You had told him about how you wanted to go shop for some new little outfits for him, but before you left his apartment he was sobbing with need as he stroked his cock and desperately begged to be filled up. How could you deny him? You couldn't. So, you placed lube upon the tip of the plug and gently pushed it into him until cum spurted from his twitching cock and stained the bed sheets. (You would worry about those later.) Afterwards, you demand he get dressed and come with you to pick out some new items to show off... and here Spencer sat beside of you - stretched, stuffed, and squirming - just the way you liked him.

As you entered the lingerie store, you opened the app on your phone to turn on the vibration setting for the plug, causing Spencer to gulp loudly.

"Behave," you whispered, giving him a glare. "You want to look pretty don't you?"

All he could manage was an "uh huh" as you moved as a pair to admire the numerous outfits that lined the edges of the store.

"Mmm, what do you think of this velvety emerald set, Spencie?" you tease, running one hand along the fabric and the other moving to increase the vibration of the plug.

Spencer mumbled a curse word under his breath and you saw the bulge in his pants grow harder.

"Spence?" you say again, nudging him with your elbow.

"Hm?" his attention jerks back to you. "This one? I-it's gorgeous."

Your fingers slide to the bottom of the underwear to reveal an open slit from the middle of the front all the way to the back side. "And it's all around easy access, too." You smirk up at him deviously.

Spencer practically read your thoughts and imagined his own fantasies coming to fruition while wearing the piece. "This is definitely one that we need."

You pull it down from the rack and lay it over your forearm before continuing to stroll alongside of him as he now led the way to an icy purple silk set on the mannequin. The purple was matched perfectly to the plug that filled him and the bra was delicately sheen with tiny cap sleeves and a perfectly sized bow placed in the middle of the cups. The panties matched perfectly and presented just enough cheekiness that he knew he would still be comfortable. It was soft and delicate looking and you could tell by the wide look in his eyes that he was completely in love with it. As he reached to read the tag, though, his expression seemed disappointed.

"What is it, baby?" you inquire, rubbing his shoulder softly.

"It's a medium..." he mumbles, discouraged since he didn't see it anywhere else in the store.

You cup his face gently with your hand to reassure him before calling the well-dressed merchandiser over to help. "I was wondering if you could check the back to see if we can find this in a small, by chance?"

"Of course!" the lady smiled before promptly moving to the back room.

Five minutes had passed and Spencer was still obviously anxious despite you slowly lowering the vibration level and helping him pick out a pretty mauve corset to buy as well. You didn't know what to do if they didn't have this piece, you hated seeing your baby disappointed - especially when he can't have something that would make him look so pretty.

As Spencer paced down the aisle beside the backroom door, it suddenly swung open and by some miracle she had found his perfect outfit.

"It took a little digging, but I finally found it!" she exclaimed. "Are you ready to check out or would you like a dressing room?"

Both of you spoke simultaneously, "Dressing room."

It was a tight squeeze for the both of you in the close quarters, but the arousal pulling between your legs desperately needed Spencer to try on at least one of his outfits - and you guessed correctly which one it would be.

The silk sheen and light lavender hue complimented him perfectly and the bow in the middle was the icing on the cake. Spencer twirled around in the mirror and beamed a satisfied grin in your direction. He looked fragile and gorgeous with the contrast of his aching swollen cock peaking out the hem of the panties, and you couldn't wait to get your hands on him. So, you pushed him against the wall and kissed him fiercely, your fingers intertwining in his flowing curls.

"You look so perfect in this, pretty boy," you hummed against his skin, sucking against his neck and leaving a light purple mark. "I don't think I can wait until we get home."

"F-fuck, me neither," he replied, bringing you back in for another deep kiss. "Can you please turn up the vibration again after I get out of these clothes, baby?"

"Feels good, hmmm?" you tease, moving to find your phone and do as he asked.

"Y-yes, ma'am. So good I'm afraid I'd cum in my pants before you had the chance to make me feel good and - and then I'd ruin my outfit," Spencer elaborated, slipping the panties down to reveal his dick slapped straight up on his stomach.

You loved how pitiful and needy his words sounded, causing that fire of domination to ignite within you, physically moving him to sit on the small bench against the wall so that you could straddle him.

"Lingerie or not, you always look so precious and innocent - and I really really love corrupting you," you groan softly, lining him up with your soaked entrance.

"Ohhh god, y/n..." Spencer whimpered as you sank down onto him further, his head thrown back against the wooden divider. "I-I love being corrupted by you and t-this f-fucking amazing pussy."

"Good," you manage to say, the pleasure nearly escaping your lips in a too-loud moan, "because this isn't over when we get home and your going to wear one as I bend you the fuck over and stretch you out with my strap-on, hm?"

Spencer has to catch a gasp in his throat because of the combination of stimulation and his now active imagination, but he couldn't wait to let it all out for you tonight.

[zettatoad]

finished mario and luigi brothership. i liked it! misc thoughts

i kinda like that this game is relatively back-to-basics. feels like a good decision considering it was made under a different studio. besides that, dream team and paper jam were very much following the template of bowser's inside story, and i feel like that was a little to their detriment. compared to these, the first three games were all trying new things, and in resetting like this and figuring out how to make mario and luigi work again from scratch, brothership is both trying new things and paving the way for any future titles to try even newer things

it does kinda suck that they made it so that you select luigi's battle options with the A button. a little awkward to switch from A to B when attacking

regarding trying new things: i like how luigi is handled in the overworld in this one. i don't know if i prefer it to the classic way, but i feel like it was a different way of controlling him that introduced new puzzles and such, rather than a simplification. it admittedly took some getting used to to not try to make him jump while navigating

the music is pretty good, but it's not yoko shimomura good, y'know? i don't begrudge hideki sakamoto at all and i wish him the best but i do hope they're able to get her back for any further sequels

the pun game here is on point. kudos to the localization team for their many ways of interweaving electricity, sailing, and gardening together (some of those are freebies, though. e.g. i'm pretty sure electric current is named after water current)

i've seen people complain about how long the special attacks and enemy attacks are for multiple mario and luigi games, and that hasn't really bothered me before. but boy, do some attacks take a while in this game. not a big deal for me but i'm beginning to see where those complaints are coming from

i wish this game had repeatable boss refights like the previous few did. they could give it an in-setting justification with connectar, somehow. the fact that there's already a level scaling system means you could potentially have an option to strenghten old fights so the early ones don't die in one hit when you're strong

the bowser jr. subplot was a good payoff for me actually playing bowser jr.'s journey. i think the mario and luigi writers care more about bowser jr. than basically anyone else. i like how he's characterized as being an incredibly spoiled and selfish brat but still a good kid at heart (besides being, you know, evil)

i like that peach does things in this game instead of protecting or saving her being a major goal. awarding mario and luigi brothership two feminism points for this

i haven't talked about the actual plot uhhh it was pretty good. i liked it. some of the many characters who tag along with you were a tad one-note but it was kinda nice having a whole gang of guys you get to know. iunno.

they did nail the ending, in particular the stuff after the final boss. a great conclusion to everything

overall i rank it as my 4th favorite mario and luigi game, above dream team and behind partners in time (i have an unusually high opinion of partners in time, relative to how i've seen other people talk about it. if you did not like partners in time like this is basically like saying it's my third favorite (i don't know if it works like that))

we still need more mario and luigi games until we finally get one with a wario and waluigi boss battle

SPOILER THOUGHTS BELOW:

reclusa is sort of like if flowey the flower and monokuma had a horrible son together

i kinda think he sucks but i kinda think that's at least partially because he kinda shows up out of nowhere to take over the last act of the game. and then that last act is kinda just going back to old islands without doing anything interesting. kinda kinda kinda

like if he could peak out of his egg a little earlier and have some dialogue, some influence on the plot, maybe introduce a couple of reclusa-brand enemies earlier, then it would it be less like some random annoying guy took over the game from the previous villain and more like the annoying guy we all know and love rightfully ascending to his place as the true villain

also: why an egg. that's kind of random, considering how on point the rest of the game's theming is. a seed would make much more sense, especially considering he makes an evil tree

i bet you could have fun dialogue with him being his annoying self and zokket being like "yes, master. your will be done" or whatever and the extension corps could be like "is this REALLY the guy behind the guy we're serving?" could help make their face turn at the end of the game be a little less out of nowhere. oh well, writing is hard and making video games is hard and it's a lot easier for me to say all this in hindsight

i DO like his design and the design of the reclusa-brand enemies. i even feel like his dialogue and personality is kinda (again? argh) fun. but the way he suddenly shows up and takes over everything left a bad taste in my mouth

the final boss has a problem where they wanted it to be an epic multi-phase fight, but they also need it to fit in with the difficulty curve of the rest of the game, so it ends up that every phase goes down pretty quickly and has only two or three attacks, and it all feels less exciting than the fight against zokket, who had a bunch of attacks and survived several times longer than any phase of this fight

while i'm at it, why didn't zokket get a unique boss theme. antasma got one and he didn't do anything. he didn't even do anything

as it stands, i think the game would be improved if it ended at fortress zokket

i feel like i should write a conclusion here but i already concluded it before i started talking about spoilers. i complained here but i liked the game and i'm glad they're making more of these even if i'm still mad about alphadream. odds are high that the next paper mario game will be good instead of bad. that's all i got

[ritalacochona]

Episode 6,7 Headcannon to tied me over..

Wee John has had a few lines here and there but not been central to any stories yet. In the party episode, i hope we get to know John a bit better.

-Since he was always "the big guy," he was always expected to be tough, masculine, and work "man's job." Which meant hard labor. Something hard to carry "...give it to the big guy he will take care of it." It has left his back in shambles.

-By the time Stede Bonnet was looking for pirates, John needed the cushy job on the Revenge. He didn't know how much longer he would be able to make a living sacrificing his back. He didn't mention it when in the interview.

-He didn't expect to be set free from his former life when he joined the crew. Craft projects and bedtime stories that remind him of the soft boy he once was; artistic, mischievious, craving to be seen.

-The crew see him. They quickly accommodate Wee John's needs in a way he would never expect, and they would never mention. Roach giving him the only stool from his kitchen, Stede giving him jobs that require artistry over brute strength, Frenchie always there...

-When the Bonnet crew had to work for Jackie he had to return to "man's jobs." No accomodations when you need to eat. It was hard for him. The crew saw his mood grow darker with his pain but they knew he would never complain. They were his family. He needed to help them.

-In the bar one night, actors performed a story about a mermaid who doesn't know what's good for her, and a sea witch with clear no return policy. The sea witch is played by a man even bigger than John. John wonders what it's like to be so beautiful.

- The Red Flag is the second time in John's life where he felt supported. They immediately gave him the tailoring job. He worked with the gossiping girls, they got him knitting, he felt like one of them.

-Back on the Revenge, crew back together, everyone is different, everyone is in pain now. Frenchie is so changed. John wonders about the lockbox in Frenchie's head. The one they discussed on a quiet evening in their room a lifetime ago. He wonders if the lock broke.

- Everyone has their own troubles, half the crew is falling apart every other day. Wee John recedes into the background, not wanting to take up space. Getting on with it while in pain is an activity he has a lot of practice with.

-John thought Izzy was a twat before. Nasty little bugger, pining after his captain. Oh yeah, that was clear as day to John from his view on the deck.

- Now John can see other things. Izzy trying his best. Snarling and barking sound different when paired with haunted eyes. A man with the weight of the world on his back. John understands that.

- They bond over the stairs, over pain. Over knowing how to get on with it. Over watching all the crew find their places while losing musical chairs. Over continuing on anyway.

- John knits Izzy the stockings that protect his left limb from his wooden leg. Black at first, but then blue like the sea and the sky. Green, and even orange. Never purple, never red.

- When the party is announced, John remembers the story of the sea witch. Never saw the fuss about mermaids, John begins to sew a gown fit for a queen. The parts of him scared of his feminity no longer steer the ship. Izzy quietly admires that when no one is looking.

*** I am so excited to see them perform together.

[baelpenrose]

Nihilus Rex 33: Evasions and Reversals

This chapter has a couple things: first off, it was my chance to do something I have always wanted to do and play with the idea of secret identities from the villain end, especially when you can use conspiracy theory gaslighting as part of your cover. It also sets up an ongoing gag with Nils and Lash being...well, you'll see. CW for a very long chain of kink jokes.

Co written as always by the brilliant @canyouhearthelight I apologize for the late posting, I was very busy last night and didn't get to posting this.

No stone left uncovered

Out by the light of the moon

Hell will be coming soon

Yeah hell will be coming soon

Toby Lightman, “Long, Hard Day”

Nils

The local chatter was more and more frantic about an FBI agent with a whole lot of warrants showing up. Fortunately a bunch of the men had already been signaled to destroy their hard drives and utilize intelligent VPNs to prevent detection - thank God I’d thought ahead. Still, it was a stalling tactic, because that level of organization would make her take the problem more seriously, not less, meaning we’d eventually have a bigger problem on our hands with the Feds. I was eventually going to need to give her a patsy of some kind, and ideally find a way of convincing her it tied up cleanly.

Weasel, maybe. 

No, for all that he was a pasty little bitch, I didn’t know that anyone would buy he was a…hm. Actually. Hang on, that was a thought. The key though, was that if he was alive when discovered he might roll over on me and Lash and that would be a problem. Dead, he couldn’t talk, and making sure he died first -  ideally by suicide so that it looked like he’d aced himself when the jig was up - would be a trick.  

Convincing her that there was in fact an angry incel who was furious that all the hot girls were going out with nonwhite guys because feminism had given them standards, or whatever, might do it, but that required that it be believable he’d orchestrated the attack - and maybe, maybe it was believable for him to have hacked the banks but not for him to have gotten other guys to go shoot the place. Unless he was using a fake….No, wait. I wasn’t going to let him be fake-me. Not even to get the fibbies off my trail. Instantly I saw another problem. If the Feds arrested anyone for this, there would be a percentage of the population I needed to win over that would see that person as the actual actor in the situation, meaning that I - or my more dramatic persona, Nihilus Rex - would lose credibility, which in turn killed my momentum. 

Fuck. 

I remembered, ruefully, when I thought any part of this would be simple. 

I finally stood up from my desk, glancing at the clock and realized that I’d been setting up proxy networks and trying to figure my way out of this for the better part of four hours. I glanced at my phone, realized Bishop had texted, and called him back. 

“Goddamnit, Creampuff, what’d I say about calling me?”

“Good morning to you too, Bishop.”

“It’s afternoon.”

“Good afternoon to you too, Bishop. What did you text me about?”

“Your psychopath.”

“Yeah, what about him?”

“Check what he did on the boards.”

“Oh…” Resigning myself to a truly miserable day, I hung up and looked at whatever the hell Gray had gotten up to, and found, to my surprise, that it actually wasn’t…that bad? Or well, it was bad but in a useful way instead of the kind of bad that I was going to have to fix. There were now indicators of radicalization happening somewhere else, flaring up, using terminology that didn’t mirror ours.

“Ruckus in the east, war in the west…” I muttered. Could have done it a bit differently, but if the FBI was going to look one way or another…might as well split up their focus. Now, to see what we could do about starting a few more fires, since the stochastic terrorism on a few other fronts was getting just a little too obnoxious for my tastes.  Or, at least a little too one-sided.

Westboro Baptist Church - famously homophobic, famously hateful to veterans and their families, famously hateful to gays, famously just awful. That was something to deal with - I put a pin in the idea of building a botnet for SWATTING a target. 

Then I left the room, still trying to think of what I’d do with the FBI agent. Honestly, the Weasel thing was probably the best solution, I just had to make sure I knew a way of foreshadowing it to the crowd - maybe by proxy, ensuring everyone knew or memetically believed, that Nihilus Rex wasn’t an incel, thus when someone was arrested with connections (even fabricated ones) to that network, no one who I needed to win over or maintain credibility with would believe it.

The issue of course was that doing THAT required, frankly, sexualizing my persona more than I wanted to and in ways that did not appeal to me. Even more precisely, it required some ability to publicly link that persona with sexual…

Goddamnit. 

Here I was trying to avoid going public before I was ready, but…wait. Another option was slithering its way through my mind already. A whole lot of people were already linking the “heroes of the hour” from as the potential badasses behind a whole lot more - but no one, definitely not the FBI, were considering that as anything more than rumor - and I was being excruciatingly careful to keep it that way, push the narrative that it was just a conspiracy in a way that made a lot of people convinced it was our cover story and would keep law enforcement away.

Meanwhile, we could…

Okay. Okay. Me and Lash could definitely afford to go out walking publicly, being obviously into each other, being visible, but maybe - crank up the obvious. Lean into some of the activist look. Make it less subtle what scenes we were playing in. Signal to those who were paying attention and slide under the radar for those who weren’t.

Then hand over Winston as a patsy and make sure he was dead by the time the FBI actually got him. That would work. 

I picked up the phone and dialed Lash.

“Hey. There’s supposedly a party on campus in a few days. How do you feel about going with me?”

“Depends,” she answered, slightly distracted. “LAN party, college party, rave…?”  Suddenly she whisper-shouted “Yes, it’s Nils. Yes, I’ll tell him you said hello. Yes, he’s eating.” A sound like a door closing abruptly clicked. “Mama says hello.”

“Your mom’s great.” I said, then paused. “It’s more of a college party than anything. And it’s a ‘work-opportunities' party. A ‘you-and-I-there-on-a-date-party,’  An ‘us being there publicly in this capacity is beneficial to our plans in ways we ought to discuss in person’ party.’”

“Sounds like a great idea.  Just let me know when so I can have Fatima come by while I’m gone.” 

“This Friday night. I only just got the invitation.” Please, love, get the hint that this idea just happened. 

“That’s plenty of time,” she laughed. “I was worried it was in, like, an hour.  Anyone I know going to be there?”

Yep, she got the message.  “A few of our classmates from Econ, a bunch from Polisci. A bunch of the college webshow people, at a guess, which means we’re gonna wind up on camera again, given our status as local celebrities.” Signal, signal. 

“I’ll be sure to have my face on, then.” She paused and hummed for a minute. “Sexy-demure, or straight up slutty? Probably demure, can’t look like I’m milking the spotlight.”

“Whatever makes you feel beautiful and powerful at the same time, Lash. We’re going for that look.” You know the one. 

“Gotcha. Those boots kill my feet, but god do they look good.  Gonna have to invest in something with flatter soles if you keep taking me out like this,” she teased.

“Fair enough. I’m excited for this. You’re gonna look amazing, whatever you’re in.” I said, grinning. I could imagine the smirk on her face as she talked. “Plus, we can go somewhere fun after, away from the cameras…”

Another click that sounded suspiciously like a door. “Don’t tempt me to wear a skirt with those boots.  I know you’re going for a certain look, and there is nowhere near as much leather in my wardrobe as there is in yours.  I will torture you all night if you keep it up.”

“That is very much the goal, and depending on what kind of torture you mean, I might be open to experiments…” 

There was that laugh I loved hearing. “Let’s start with being obviously a couple, and work our way up to exhibitionism, okay?”

I blinked, wondering where my kinky implication had been misread. “That was not in fact…” Gift horses, Nils. “Never mind, you know what? Working our way up is totally good with me.” 

“What time Friday?” she asked, pulling me back to the actual topic at hand.

“Starts at 8. The humanities building, apparently, though it’s likely to spill into the plaza.” I said, confidently. “Plenty of room.” 

“Oooo, on campus.  Super visible and public, you weren’t kidding.”

“Eyeah. We’re going public together.” With all that entails. “At the very least, I’m sure Weasel won’t be there.” 

I could practically hear her shudder at that.  “Gods, I hope not.”

“Oh, I think we can mellow on him just a little. We’ve finally found a use.” There was that little edge of amusement in my voice that indicated I was planning something. 

“Sure….” She sounded suspicious, but it was somewhat understandable. It wasn’t like I had told her what I was planning, although I was pretty sure she would be on board.  She’d practically suggested something similar previously, after all.

“How’s your dad doing?” I said, changing the topic. Better to leave the plans for later. 

“Surprisingly cooperative.  I think the one time he pushed himself too hard with the temporary prosthetic, he learned his lesson.  He won’t be waltzing anytime soon, but I don’t think I ever saw him dance before, so….”

“Fair enough. And your mom? I should be coming over more often to visit and check in, I suppose.” 

“For the love of all that you hold dear, don’t do that.  They barely let Fatima take care of them, and that’s only because the girls distract them.  If you came by, they would insist on being good hosts, and Mama is still not up to standing for the amount of time it takes to cook.  Baba goes back to work soon, so he’ll probably be easier to deal with after that. They’re both just so bored.”

“Gotcha. Would they be more okay with it if I came over with food and then just sat and talked with them? I’d be open to doing that. Or if we both just sat and talked with them?” 

“Maybe,” she confessed hesitantly. “But you would have to be very insistent that they let me get drinks, plates, all that.  It’s okay to scold me into doing it, I know you don’t mean it and it will make them more likely to listen so I don’t quote ‘anger you’ end quote.”

“Okay nope.” I said, feeling a flash of exasperation. “Yeah, okay, Lash. At some point we’re gonna talk about the gendered courtship expectations within your culture and the willingness I have to play along with them, because doing anything to avoid ‘angering me’ or scolding you into doing domestic stuff isn’t really my thing -”

“Calm down,” she interrupted, laughing. “I mean ‘anger you’ as in ‘dumping me or maybe we have a disagreement’.  Nothing more than that.  It will literally just guilt trip them into actually just sitting and visiting.  I didn’t mean anything beyond that.  And I only suggested it because do you know where the glasses are in my apartment? The plates?”

“Oh.” I felt stupid. “Ah. Okay yeah that makes more sense.” Not that the pressure to marry on her, and the weird approval process I’d undergone hadn’t given me ample reason to suspect that gender roles were at least a little bit cracked there, but now was not the time. When we ruled the world though, we were going to abolish courtship by democracy.

“How does Sunday sound? Go to the party Friday night, recovery Saturday, and then you can stop by with dinner on Sunday?”

“Sounds amazing.” Gave me plenty of time to start laying groundwork, then on Saturday, I’d start getting shit actually rolling. Then Sunday, spend the day with my gorgeous girlfriend and her family, mop up the next week. 

“Awesome. Meet you on campus Friday, 7:30ish so we can scope out everything before it kicks off?”

“Sounds perfect. Love you.”

“Love you, too… MAMA! Don’t you dare - “

[alittlebitofloveliness]

I might have set the feminism movement back with this thought BUT:

College is for smart big girls who have a future, it is SO not for pretty girls who still can’t figure out how to add and subtract negative and positive numbers.

I think I’m unfortunately doomed to be a housewife to a man. Which that scares me because that’s a man. Like- I have to live with him for like forever y’know? But on the plus side at least my only job is to be pretty and cook.

Oh honey. Honey no

I’m gonna big sister you a bit here because I think you need it.

First of all, when I started uni I was a pretty girl who still couldn’t add or subtract negative and positive numbers, and now I’m a pretty girl who can (sometimes), but also I know so many people in college and uni who suck at math. If you’re not in a STEM field, math post secondary doesn’t really matter all that much. I failed calculus is high school, but that’s ok because in my psychology program the only math I’ve had to do is statistics. Really. Math doesn’t matter unless you want to do stuff that requires math.

Second of all, college isn’t for everyone. That’s fine, it doesn’t need to be. In fact there’s a ton of other jobs you can get without it. Trades are VERY lucrative right now in a lot of places, and that doesn’t just mean things like plumbing or doing electrical work. Doing hair dressing, being a makeup artist, a lash tech, doing things like laser hair removal are all considered trades. Seriously, if you think post secondary is for you look into trades. Even things like lifeguarding that require a few certifications can be great jobs and you can always find a different career path as you get older. (That said, if you WANT to do post secondary education but you just don’t think you’re smart enough, that’s a different issue. If that’s the case you gotta work on building your self confidence. I know it’s easier said than done, but the world will seem so much bigger once you get to a point where you believe in yourself.)

Third, and this is the most important thing: NEVER EVER tie yourself to a man to provide for you without having any backup plan or other options. It’s INCREDIBLY dangerous. If you genuinely want to be a housewife, good for you, you should do that, but realize that a) managing a household is a TON of work, a lot of it is thankless, and none of it is paid, b) those pretty tradwives you see online are LYING to you, and c) you should still always have a way to leave, and part of having a way to leave is having skills that make you hireable. Keep a secret bank account or stash of money, and have somewhere to go or someone who will take you in if things go south. Seriously. It’s ALWAYS better to live with a shitty roommate than a shitty partner. A safe apartment is better than an unsafe house. Financial independence is SO important, and it’s important to always be employable even if you’re not always employed. PLEASE pursue some sort of job, even if you don’t pursue higher education, and never ever rely on someone else to provide for you 100% without a backup plan because that is how you end up in an abusive situation. Trust me. I’ve seen it. If you are fortunate enough to have the opportunity to pursue a career, please do it, it’s one of the biggest things you can do to keep yourself safe.

I’m not trying to scare you, but this ask genuinely scared me. I don’t know if you were joking but on the off chance you weren’t I just really want to make sure you hear this. Much love xx

[marashi96art]

What are your thoughts on polyamorous Cleon? IF they had a third person, who would it be?

This is so unfair when you could hide behind anon and I'd risk losing 3247943534 followers from answering this question.

But……!!! I'm down for the ride! This is the type of question that allows us to expand our limits for fandom. So if it's not your thing, to the random person who saw this, keep scrolling.

OK, let's go!!! This is going to be fun. **cracking fingers**

WELL conclusion first, it won't work, in my opinion. And of course, the one person is the one and only Ada. That is canon, no point to deny that. But I also see a few fanfic writers pair up Claire/Piers, Claire/Neil, Claire/OC, Leon/Angela, Leon/OC bla bla bla…in FWB setting, and the ending will be Cleon eventually see that they are the perfect one for each other and finally confess and live happily ever after.

And the midterm drama will be coming from Claire most of the time, how she was jealous of Ada having Leon in her palms. I guess it's familiar for women to feel related to this, after all, every rom-com movie practically raised us to be this way. Now, I'm not going to elaborate on Feminism or judge any writers, just saying I don't see Claire or Ada to be the jealous type.

There are enough female role models that tell us when you have enough self-love and confidence, you don't need a man. You don't need to fight another woman for a man's attention or approval. It's a hard goal to achieve and requires experience to see that. I think both Claire and Ada have that kind of mindset.

OG Leon on the other hand, is a complete mess. I've mentioned previously how I love pathetic men, and I want to clarify it's not pathetic from the start, is time after time getting rejected and failing, so he's losing hope.

He's such a dog to me, which means, a good boy and an obedient soldier. He wouldn't know what to do without a leash on his neck. I'm talking about his love life and his career. (He was forced to join, still, putting in all of the hard work and in Vendetta, he's being all cynical but didn't quit.)And when I think about him, it's always that lyrics from the F+M song:

"And with one kiss, you inspired a fire of devotion that lasts for 20 years. what kind of man loves like this."

Capcom wanted to make him a sassy womanizer in OG4, but it didn't work, bc there are more games of Leon chasing after Ada, and RE6 still exists. (I don't read Leon/Reader fics and will never do self-insert in fandom but I imagine the majority of straight women want him to be Jerry Maguire.) I even saw a joke about how Leon flirts with all the other women cuz that's his coping mechanism of being heartbroken by Ada. So if anything jealous is involved, it must be coming from him.

He's such a pleaser/giver. Again with the dog metaphor, if there's a polyamorous situation, it's not started by him. He just accepts in a passive-aggressive way and fights for attention. I think in my opinion, Ada and Claire would quickly acknowledge each other in silent agreement and just go on with their lives while Leon got caught in his own feelings of "how can I make her choose me" and "Why can't I be the only one", maybe in his good days he be like "I don't deserve this" and go out to do some "woman hunting" to boost his ego, but he always comes crawling back to his masters.

He simply cannot let go, so he will suffer in this situation. If you're like me, enjoy seeing men drowning in sorrows, then grab a seat beside me and laugh.

I only talk about OG Leon here because in remake 4 Leon suddenly grows a brain and decides to move on from Ada and dropping bombs to the a3on cult. So I'm really looking forward to Death Island, not for Cleon content, just wondering if DI Leon follows the OG setting or remake setting. I think it will change my future concept of Cleon.

Thank you for sending this ask and to anyone who read this, lmao let me know your thoughts in the comment, or send me another anon ask if you're not comfortable.

[khalixascorner]

Promised in Chains Pt 4

Summary: Omegas are considered too fragile to perform high risk jobs, and that definitely includes superheroing. Peter knows this and hides the fact that he's an Omega from everyone but his mentor. When a mission goes wrong and his designation gets revealed, his whole world seems to be falling apart until Tony offers him a way out. However Peter quickly finds that Tony's offer was not everything he thought it would be, and he must find his balance quickly in his new role as Omega mate of the Pack Alpha of the Avengers.

Tags: Starker, Rape/Non-con Elements, Extremely Dubious Consent, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Tony Stark, Omega Peter Parker, Dark Tony Stark, Naive Peter Parker, Light Dehumanization, Light Feminization, Intersex Omegas, ritual bonding, Pack Dynamics, Manipulative Tony Stark, Manipulative Nick Fury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Tony creates circumstances that force Peter to bond with him and then takes advantage of society's views on Omegas, Non-consensual medical examinations, No experimentation, But Cho does a full medical work up, without Peter's explicit consent, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Tony totally drugs him

Read on AO3 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

ony gave Peter a few extra days to recover before starting his training. He knew delaying too long would make it harder but the poor Omega had seemed perpetually close to distress after the evaluation with Cho. The hormone surges weren’t helping, and his Omega was either glued to his side seeking comfort or curled in his nest trying to ignore the world. Today had been the first day they had got through breakfast without a breakdown, which was good because he knew the conversation they needed to have was going to upset the Omega.

“Hey Pete, let’s go sit on the couch,” Tony said, guiding the Omega over to sit next him. “We have a couple things we should talk about before we have to go back in public, especially since you said you didn’t know how a mated Omega was supposed to behave.”

“So like, rules or something ?” Peter asked, his body tensing.

“Essentially. Just setting clear expectations and all that jazz,” Tony said as he gently took one of Peter’s hands into his and started rubbing his thumb in a soothing circle. “So that you’re not caught off guard or anything.”

“Okay,” Peter said softly, and Tony could see the hesitance but he pushed on. 

“For one, no talking to Alphas for the time being. Not even pack ones,” Tony said. 

“Why can’t I talk to pack Alphas? You said I’d be able to,” Peter argued. “I still don’t see why being mated means I can’t talk to people. It’s not like I’m going to cheat on you and I’m strong enough to stop any Alpha fro-”

“Enough,” Tony said firmly, cutting him off before the omega could work himself up. “These rules are not up for debate, I am simply telling you what they are.”

“But I don’t understand why we have to obey them,” Peter complained bitterly.

‘I told you before, you must act like a properly mated Omega in public or you will undermine my authority,” Tony said patiently. “Is that what you want? To put the whole pack at risk because you can’t follow the rules like everyone else?”

“What? No! I just, I don’t understand,” Peter whined, and Tony didn’t bother to hold back his growl. “I’m Spider-Man and I’m strong enough to fight aliens, so why am I suddenly less just because I’m an Omega?”

“Omegas are not less,” Tony said, tempering his frustration with the reminder that Peter had been raised by betas who didn’t know any better. “However, their biology is more prone to health issues, all of which are triggered by extreme stress. It is an Alpha’s responsibility in society to protect Omegas.”

“But I’m not like regular Omegas,” Peter argued.

“Aren’t you?” Tony asked. Peter stiffened and tried to move away but Tony growled again and Peter froze. Then he used his Alpha voice to make a point. “Sit in my lap and don’t move.”

Peter climbed into his lap, whimpering the whole time but unable to throw off the Alpha command. Tony left him there, not moving but not offering comfort while the Omega fought his own body. It was only when Peter sagged, having finally given in, that Tony put his arms around the younger man.

“There, there, ‘mega mine,” Tony soothed as Peter sobbed brokenly. “It’s ok to be an Omega, and I know you’re a special one. But you have to understand the position we’re in too.”

Tony pet Peter’s hair for a moment before gently lifting the Omega’s face so he could look him in the eyes.

“It looks bad for you to have been Spider-Man for so long after presenting,” Tony said seriously. “And most people can’t decide which scenario is worse because either I knew and didn’t stop you, which is a major failure in an Alpha’s duty, or I didn’t know, which makes me look foolish. So we have to proceed carefully or Fury and the government will come to take you from me.”

“But why?” Peter cried, clinging tightly to Tony. “Why would they take me away?”

“Because it’s Omega abuse to be so negligent,” Tony replied seriously. Peter whimpered and Tony shushed him, pressing a few fingers into the Omega’s mouth. “Suck, it’ll help you calm down.”

Peter looked like he wanted to argue but Tony gave him a stern look and the Omega fell in line. In all honesty, there were only a small fraction of people with any influence that truly wanted to take Peter from him. Fury had total faith that Tony would have the enhanced Omega well in hand, especially given how much Peter had already obeyed him even without the bond. With it, his orders would be practically possible to ignore.

“Alright, you keep sucking and we’re going to try this again,” Tony said with a sigh. “Because you have to follow these rules, Peter. If you don’t, it will not end well for any of us and I doubt you want to be the person responsible for undermining the Avengers as a hero group.”

Peter shook his head, so Tony gave him a small smile and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“So no talking to any Alpha for the time being and only betas and other Omegas when I’ve introduced you first,” Tony said. “Also, when we go out, you will have to display my claim clearly. Around the penthouse or lab, you can wear your normal clothes but I’ve already had appropriate ones for out of those spaces placed in your closet as well.”

Peter looked uncertain but nodded anyway so Tony continued.

“Alright, last, when we are out, I expect you to do as I say, when I say it,” Tony said, making sure his tone brooked no argument. “It is imperative you show that you listen to me as your Alpha and that you will follow my instructions. If you want to keep your enhancements, that is an absolute must.”

Tears slid down the Omega’s face but he didn’t argue. Tony left his fingers in Peter’s mouth as the kid whined. The Alpha sighed and nuzzled the top of the Omega’s head as he used his free arm to scent the younger man. Cho had warned him that this might happen, and he didn’t blame his Omega for struggling to deal with the upheaval coupled with an overly strong reaction to the bonding. Still, he wished that Peter would start adapting faster, for the Omega’s sake as much as his.

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Peter felt exhausted when his crying finally stopped. His head rested on his Alpha’s chest as he shook, feeling weak and grounded only by the firmness of his Alpha’s body around him and fingers in him. He was mortified to realize he was still sucking on Tony’s fingers and quickly pulled off of them, only to feel their absence immediately.

“You can keep suckling if you need, Omega,” Tony said, his thumb running over Peter’s lower lip.

Peter flushed and shook his head, refusing to acknowledge how much he wanted to say yes. He refused to be a weak Omega who needed such things.

“The more you fight, the harder you make it,” Tony said with a sigh. When Peter didn’t answer, he sighed again. “Why don’t you go pick one of your new outfits and we’ll go practice your new rules down in the common room with the pack? If you do well, we can have some lab time after.”

That got Peter’s attention and his head shot up to see if Tony was serious.

“Well, go on,” the Alpha said with a chuckle. “Daylight’s wasting and all of that.”

“Thank you, Alpha,” Peter said, jumping off of Tony’s lap and running to their bedroom.

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The new clothes were easy to spot among his comfy tshirts and jeans. He eyed them distastefully, hating how feminine they looked but also how revealing they all seemed to be. Many of the materials were scratchy or uncomfortable against his hands, and he avoided those entirely. Finally, he had it narrowed down to a few that looked ok. 

He grabbed a wine colored shirt with a thin golden ring that closed around his neck, draping the mostly sheer fabric down while leaving his neck and shoulders totally exposed. The front was split, leaving his navel on display while the two pieces in the back dipped low before connecting and draping just past his ass. There was a soft lining made of golden fabric sewn into the shirt where it covered his nipples but the rest left little to the imagination.

Peter paired it with soft black slacks that clung to his hips and thighs before widening slightly around his calves. He hated how clearly every line and curve of his body was on display, including the lines of the panties he was wearing. His boxers were all gone, replaced with nothing but a wide array of panties and even a few thongs. Still, the outfit was better than the skirts or cutouts he saw in the mix, and at least the material was forgiving to his sensitive skin. A pair of black slip ons that reminded him of ballet shoes completed the look.

When he rejoined Tony in the living room, the Alpha gave him an appraising look before nodding.

“Good choice,” the Alpha rumbled. “Now remember, no talking to Alphas, and only the Betas and Omegas I officially introduce you to.”

Peter nodded, falling in step behind Tony as they headed for the elevators. It was a short ride to the common room, and Peter tried to ignore the anxiety bubbling in his chest. The door opened and all noise stopped for a second before suddenly resuming.

“Remember what I said,” Tony murmured, slipping his hand into the back of Peter���s shirt as he guided him in. Peter wanted to shy away but he also wanted to lean into the warmth.

His eyes darted around, but when he noticed everyone ignoring him like Cho had, he dropped them to the ground. Tony led them over to one of the couches and pulled Peter into his lap. He opened his mouth to object but Tony’s pointed look froze the words in his mouth.

Practice, his Alpha had called this. Torture more like, Peter thought, though he did his best to keep his face blank. The Captain soon joined them and Peter started to wish they had stayed in the penthouse.

“Surprised you’re letting him out before he’s fully trained,” Rogers said, his cool voice setting Peter on edge.

“He’s gotta learn and this is a safe environment where he can make mistakes,” Tony said easily, though Peter heard the note of challenge in his voice.

“It is a poor reflection on his Alpha,” Rogers muttered, and Peter shrunk against Tony.

“He was an orphan raised by a pair of betas,” Tony said, his hand running soothingly up and down Peter’s back under his shirt. “And now that he’s my Omega, this pack is his family and that responsibility falls to us.”

“And you call the modern world civilized,” Rogers scoffed. “In my day, he would have been placed with a proper Alpha from the start, or someone would have at least made sure the betas knew what they were doing.”

Peter tensed again, a low growl building in his chest at the insult to the people that had raised him so lovingly. Before he could say anything, Tony’s hand slipped around his chest and tugged one of his nipples, causing him to yelp instead. He glared at the Alpha only to be ignored as his nipple was pinched this time.

The Captain started talking again but Peter was too distracted as Tony tugged softer this time. The Omega was mortified when it sent a sharp bolt of pleasure down his body and straight to his cocklet. Tony’s warm hand continued to rub and tug at first one nipple, then the other. Peter struggled to stay still, blinking back tears of embarrassment when he felt slick begin to pool in his panties.

“Easy, Omega,” Tony murmured in his ear. Peter buried his face in Tony’s neck, trying to hide away from the Captain’s sharp eyes. “You’re doing well. And when we’re done here, we’ll go down to the lab.”

“You’re going to reward him for not even managing the bare minimum of pleasing his Alpha and behaving?” Rogers asked with a scoff. “You can’t go too soft on them, Stark, or they’ll forget their place.”

“I’m rewarding his effort,” Tony replied lightly. “And if you keep questioning my ability to manage an Omega, I’m going to think you’re challenging me, Rogers. Is this a challenge?”

“Not a challenge, Alpha,” Rogers said, tilting his head slightly in submission. “Just not used to the whole modern Omega thing.”

“All you need to know is that I have it in hand,” Tony said firmly. Rogers nodded and moved away, leaving the couch near them open again. Tony didn’t seem interested in talking though, instead letting his hands run across Peter’s skin. One hand slid down Peter’s stomach before pressing on his cocklet through his pants.

“Alpha, please, no,” Peter whined, his face a bright red as he squirmed. He felt so turned on but was hyper aware of the extra eyes on them.

“It’s ok, Omega,” Tony murmured. “This is part of being mated, you can do it.”

“Please, not in front of everyone,” Peter whimpered softly. “Please, Alpha.”

“It’s alright, there’s no shame in this,” Tony replied, his hands never stopping. “I know you’re not used to it yet but displays of dominance like this are important.”

Peter hated that his body was still racing towards the precipice even as his mind tried to reject it. 

“Alpha, please,” Peter cried softly, helpless in his own body.

“Alright, Omega mine, I’ll give you a choice,” Tony said, nuzzling Peter’s hair. “I can slip you on my cock now, or you can come from my hands alone and I’ll knot you before we go to the lab. Either way, you will be taking my knot today.”

Peter whimpered again, squirming in the Alpha’s lap as slick pooled in his pants. He didn’t want either but at the same time, he was craving release.

“Hands, please, Alpha,” Peter finally choked out. He wasn’t sure if it was the right decision or not, but the thought of being knotted in front of everyone again made his insides twist unpleasantly. 

“Alright, Omega,” Tony said, kissing the top of his head. “Just relax and let me take care of you.”

Peter moaned as the Alpha pushed harder against his cocklet before returning the hand to his nipples. Nimble fingers tugged and pinched until his nipples were so sensitive that even a slight touch drew a gasp from him. 

“There we go, such a good Omega,” Tony praised as Peter gasped and squirmed in his lap. “I can smell how wet you’re getting, going to open right up for me when I knot you.”

Peter panted, so close to coming but stuck on the precipice. He stiffened as another Alpha walked over to sit across from them, but Tony didn’t let him get distracted as the hand on his nipples slid away, instead dipping into his pants and grabbing a handful of his ass. Tony’s other hand slid to cover his cocklet, pressing gently. It still wasn’t enough, and Peter thrust into the Alpha’s hand,trying to find relief. The hand on his ass slid lower and pressed against his slit through the thin material of the panties. 

Peter rocked on the finger, panting as he tried to get enough stimulation and hating that his body craved more. 

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Tony spoke with Sam as Peter rocked in his lap, worked up but finding no release. He was rock hard and already looking forward to burying himself in the Omega when they got to their rooms. While an old fashioned Alpha like Steve or Bucky might demand public matings, Tony found this self edging far more entertaining. The little Omega hadn’t figured out that Tony wasn’t giving him nearly enough to come from, and yet, he kept trying so hard, balancing on the edge of pleasure. 

Finally, the Alpha took pity on him. He used his fingers to pull the Omega’s drenched panties to the side and then pushed two of them in without warning. Peter seized around them, letting out a broken moan as he came from Tony’s hands. 

Tony kept thrusting his fingers in slowly even as Peter came down from the orgasm. The younger man whimpered and tried to squirm away but couldn’t get far as Tony used his other arm to pin his hips down. Sam ignored the Omega and continued talking about the new Vet’s program he was working on in Tony’s name. 

Only when the conversation finally wrapped up did Tony pull his hand from Peter’s body, only to thrust them into Peter’s mouth with a sharp order to suck them clean. 

Peter jerked against his arm but couldn’t escape and submitted a moment later. 

“Good job, Omega,” Tony murmured. “Now, let’s head back to the penthouse and we’ll get ready for some lab time.”

Peter practically jumped off his lap at that, though the Omega did wait patiently for him to stand and lead the way.