#sorry for how sloppy the end was y'all

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{Acid nor Alkaline} Reader x Sub!Azriel

We hit 800 followers!!! Thank y'all so much for the never ending support, and we haven't even hit the year mark yet!!! Crazy shit. I love you all so so much, so enjoy this very very disgusting smut fic about Az being a naughty little boy. Enjoyyyy!! Title inspired by this song. p.s. thank you @sarawritestories for giving me some of the most wonderful ideas for this and a possible new series coming your way 🤫

Word Count: 6,117

Warnings: SMUT. Loads of it (😏), Dom!Reader, Sub!Azriel, degrading, sex as punishment, teasing, overstimulation, bondage, oral (m receiving), brat taming, humiliation, bit of unexplored voyerism.

Tagging: @velariscalling @d3ad-ins1de @a-courtof-azriel @artof-aristocracy @fourthwing4ever @librafairy @needylilgal022 @cyrygher @lees-chaotic-brain @harrystylesfan2686 @justdreamstars

Summary: You put Azriel on a sex ban after he came without permission.

~~~~~

“I did not give you permission.”

“P-Please Yn-”

“Not yet,” I reprimand, shoving Azriel’s shoulders flat on the bed. “I told you no.”

Az pants. Mouth open, chest rising and falling under my palms. “Please, Yn. I-I need it so bad.”

“No you don’t. You’ll do exactly what I asked because you’re my good boy. Behave. You know I’m not afraid to punish you.”Az grit his teeth, hands coming to my hips. “Uh uh,” I click my tongue, forcing his hands off my body. “I didn’t say you could touch either.” 

“Fuuuuck,” he whines, bending his knees and using that leverage to fuck into me. “Please please please.”

“No,” I snapped, climbing off his lap. Off where he needs me most. “Didn’t I tell you to stop? Are you trying to be a fucking brat?”

“Y-Yn-”

“I did not give you permission to act like a spoiled little brat. Do you wanna cum? Do you wanna feel good? Only I get to decide. This cock is mine. You cum when I tell you.”

“Oh…oh fuck fuck fuck-”

I look down at Azriel’s dick, a sloppy, leaking mess. His cum runs down the side of himself, down the inside of his thigh. His eyes are screwed shut and he babbles like an idiot. Shock and utter disbelief slams into me. 

“You are so pathetic Az,” I shake my head. “Couldn’t wait for me to tell you when? That desperate? Such a fucking slut. A dumb, pussy drunk slut.” 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, though his eyes didn’t convey it.

“Oh, I bet you are. Well, you’re gonna be really fucking sorry after I’m done with you. No more playing until I find a suitable punishment for your actions.” 

His eyes widened in horror. “No playing? As in… no sex? At all?”

“You need to learn what self control means, Az,” I brush the hair out of his eyes, putting a sickly sweet smile on my lips. “Until you can understand how to obey me, you get nothing. No touches, no kisses, no getting off in the shower.”

I watch him swallow. “H-How did you know I was-”

“I know everything you do when it comes to your pleasure, Az. You thought you could hide it from me? You think you’re so clever? Oh Az, you’re even more pathetic than I thought you were. Don’t worry, I’ll make it all worth it in the end. But just know, you won’t be getting off easy. You’ll get punished for this, as well as finishing the punishment you were already taking. And I can’t forget about all the times you got off without me.”

“Yn I was just-”

“I don’t wanna hear your fucking excuses,” I yell, gripping his jaw so his eyes locked on me. So I know he’s gonna hear what I have to say. “Here are the rules: you are not allowed to touch me. You are not allowed to kiss me. You are not allowed to touch yourself. Are. We. Clear?”

I revel in the way his face falls. True, raw sadness seeping into his beautiful hazel eyes. 

Azriel nods weakly. I tighten my grip on his chin as well as thread my fingers through his hair. I yank. Hard. “Yes yes yes we’re clear.”

“Good boy.”

~~~~~

Azriel was losing his mind. I can tell by the way he sits. By the way he stands. It is killing him inside not to touch me. I made him start sleeping in a different bed just to add insult to injury. On day four, both Rhys and Cassian had to ask me what was up with him. They had never seen him so distracted during one of their training sessions. 

My reply was simple: Azriel knew better, and he got what he deserved. 

By the end of week one he started to follow me around like a lost pet. He clung to my side, staying just in my peripherals. Those wicked shadows grew tense. Every once in a while I would watch him get undressed, watching as he had to force himself to not touch. It seemed like he was always rock hard too. Every time I looked, he was ready to go. 

I was talking with Mor earlier in the day about Az’s… situation, and she suggested I try a different approach to the punishment. Truly test his determination and ability to not fold under pressure. Surely our courts Spymaster will be able to handle a little bit of torture, won’t he?

Simply because I cannot be that cruel, I give him one of his privileges back. He’s allowed to kiss me again, but he’s not allowed to touch me. I know it will be extra brutal considering just how much he loves to play with my hair or grab my ass while making out. 

He’s still not allowed to sleep in our bed, and he’s still not allowed to touch himself. Unless I give him explicit permission. I know he hasn’t cheated, otherwise I would’ve felt it down the bond. There’s no way for him to hide his pleasure from me. 

Mor, Cassian, Feyre, Rhys, Az and I are heading out to Rita’s tonight. They are having live musicians and Mor made a huge effort to make sure the crowd would be good. Whatever that means. We all head to our respective rooms and homes to get ready, and I start to make good on my plan. 

“Az, my love, can you come help me?” I call from the bedroom.

My shadow emerges from the bathroom, Illyrian armor giving off its natural sheene. “Yes?”

I have my backside facing him, completely naked. I make a show of bending over and grabbing my two dress options off of the bed. “Which one do you think will go better? Mor is wearing red and Feyre is wearing black.”

One dress was made of what looked like crushed emeralds. It was glittery and shiny and the most beautiful shade of deep forest green. The other was midnight blue to match Azriels siphons.

I already know which one he’s gonna pick, but I just wanna see him fight the urge to touch me. 

He swallows, eyes far from the dress as they settle on my chest… on my stomach… down my thighs. Fuck, those eyes of his do things to me I never thought possible. I clear my throat, and he snaps his eyes to me. “T-The blue one.”

“Hmm, thought so,” I smiled, turning around to put the green one back in the closet. I unzip the back, stepping into it. I can feel his eyes track my every movement. It’s like he's never seen me before and he’s worried I’ll disappear on him. My best guess is he’s savoring what he’s been given because he doesn’t know when he’ll have me next. 

My arms reach around and over my shoulder, trying to get the zipper. It’s so tiny and slippery. 

“May I?” Azriel asks quietly. 

I look over my shoulder at my poor boy. Gods he looks so distraught. And there's more than a tent in his armored pants. A wild grin spreads across my face. “No, you may not.”

Az lets out a whimper. 

“You did this to yourself, Az,” I remind the Shadowsinger. 

“Please, Yn,” he pleads, coming to stand right behind me. Warmth and need flow down the bond between us. “I’m sorry for being bad. I should’ve listened to you, I shouldn’t have been so selfish.”

A confession? Awww, so sweet. How dumb does he think I am? “I accept your apology.”

The light shines in his eyes as he picks up his head. “Really?”

“Yes, my love,” I nod, fixing a bit of his hair in the front. Azriel’s eyes close and he tries to lean into the touch. I rip my hand away before he can feel my skin. “But that doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

His eyes fly open. “W-What?”

“You heard me,” I narrowed my eyes, standing almost chest to chest with him. “You didn’t listen to me, so I will not hear your desperate, whining pleas. You did this to yourself, sweetie. This is a part of your punishment, you’ll be done suffering when I say so.”

“Yn this is cruel.”

An idea flickered to life in my head. “Would you like to see cruel?”

Eyes widening, Azriel’s face drained of color. “No no wait–”

“On the bed.”

“Wait Yn I didn’t–”

“On. The. Bed. Make me ask again and I’ll bring out the cuff and make you wear it all night at Rita’s.”

He was quick to sit on the bed. I knelt in front of him. I ripped down his armor and took him into my mouth, the familiar taste of him welcoming me. Azriel groaned, but he did a good job at keeping his hands to himself.

He shivered with every touch, ever passing of my tongue over his sensitive skin. I almost felt bad for what I was about to do. He’ll understand once it’s all said and done. Why he shouldn't ever disobey me again. 

“Wanna see how cruel I can be Az?” Already fucked out, he shook his head, his hair falling in front of his face as it lulls towards his chest. “For every letter of that word, I’m gonna bring you right to the edge, and then let you come all the way down. I’m gonna give the meaning of cruel a new definition tonight.”

“No… no Yn please let me cum,” Azriel begs. 

I laughed, loud and giggly right in his face. “Aww Az, I know you’re gonna be such a good boy and take your punishment so well, aren’t you baby? Yes, that’s it, give in to me. You know you need it, don’t fight it, just let me ruin you.”

~~~~~

By the time we made it to Rita’s, an hour had passed. The others were wondering what the delay was, but they took one look, one scent of the air and didn’t ask another question for the rest of the night. Azriel didn’t move from our table and didn’t take a single sip of his drink. He, genuinely, sat and watched the ice melt. 

“Yn Yn Yn,” Feyre calls, dragging me off the dance floor to the bar. “Don’t you think it’s fucking with Az a little too much?”

“Pff,” I snort, “If you saw the things he does to me you’d think I was being generous.”

“I’m just saying he’s your mate. It goes against every instinct in his body to not touch you or be near you. Are you sure he’s… okay?”

“Yes,” I nodded confidently. “We had a lengthy conversation before it began, and he was up for the challenge. He told me if he couldn’t stand it anymore, he’d tell me. And I’d listen. I’d be able to feel it if he was genuinely, whole-heartedly being compromised by the game.”

“So how does he feel then?” My High Lady asks, a smile curving onto her lips. 

I look back at my mate, finding his eyes already glued to my back. I just give a little wave of his fingers. He downs his drink in one gulp. “I’d say he’s feeling pretty guilty for what he did. But, at the same time, he’s never felt so satisfied in his whole life.”

~~~~~

By the end of week two, everyone is just as surprised as I am at how long this is going on. Az stopped caring about who knew, openly complaining about how needy he was. He was definitely gaining a bit of an attitude. I think he needs a bit of correction.

I strolled into the common room of the Town House and found my family sitting around. They had cards on the table and glasses of wine spread about. Amren currently had the biggest stack of chips in front of her. Rhys, Cass, Mor and Az all had close to none. 

“Sorry,” Amren grinned. “But that makes a full house.”

As she fanned the cards on the table, everyone else groaned, sacrificing their chips to Amren. “How do you manage to win every time?”

“Because she cheats,” Mor pouted, crossing her arms over the pillow in her lap. 

“Please, you and I both know that Cassian is the one who cheats.”

“I am not!” The Illyrian counters, slamming his fist down on the table. It rattled Amren's stacks, a few sliding over. Everyone around gave him a look. “Okay maybe here and there-”

“I’ve been telling you for years,” Az joined in. “Cass has been secretly stealing chips from my piles when we play. And none of you have ever believed me.”

“That’s because you’ve grown soft in your old age,” Rhys grinned, making Mor snicker. “Speaking of old age, I’m getting pretty tired of you moping around. Feels like it’s been an eternity. When is- oh! Yn, perfect timing. When are you gonna be nice and dick down Azriel?”

Amren just rolled her eyes, but Cassian and Mor cackled to the heavens. 

I came and sat beside Mor on the rug, leaning into her side. “I’m not sure. Az, when are you gonna stop being a brat so I can give you what you’ve earned?”

The temperature in the room dropped significantly. A new tinge of red splattered Azriel’s cheeks. Clearly he wasn’t expecting me to be so bold with my answer. 

“Have I not been good?”

“You’ve been complaining,” I said. “Not necessarily the good behavior I’ve been looking for. Oh well, maybe we can try again next week.”

A collective groan came from everyone besides Azriel. “Wait, seriously?”

Oh, now we’re talking through the bond?

“Yes, seriously.”

He sighed. “Yn this is–”

“Just know torture has far more letters than cruel, darling. We know what happened last time.”

I sent my mate images of him sprawled on the bed, body flush with need. His legs were spread open by my hands as I brought him to the edge five times over, but never let him release. By the third, I think he stopped feeling it all together. He was too sensitive and too desperate. He was whining and drooling like a mutt in heat. He was slick with sweat, thighs shaking as I used my mouth and hand at the same time. 

Azriel’s eyes shot away from me as the memory faded. 

“Are you sure you wanna test my patience again?”

“No…”

“That’s what I thought.”

“This is getting to be too much.”

“You’ll take as much as I say you will. Got it?”

Azriel still refused to look at me, so I ever so ‘gently’ sent some impulses down his body. He jolted, rising to his feet immediately. “That was not funny.”

“I never said I was trying to be funny.”

“Will you two take your lover quarrel elsewhere? It’s starting to stink in here,” Mor pinched her nose for dramatic effect, Cassian joining in. 

I grinned at Az, “Gladly. Az, let’s go.”

“But we just started a new–”

“It wasn’t a suggestion,” I say, narrowing my eyes and making my way to the door. 

He huffed, but grabbed his armored coat and followed behind me. “You’re being exceptionally demanding.”

I whirled around on my foot, Az slamming into my chest. “Wanna say that again?” 

His mouth slammed shut as he took a step back. I didn’t miss the way his hands shot out to try to clamp onto me. His shoulders tensed and his heart started racing. It was like thunder in my ears, as strong as my own pulse down the bond. 

“Do you think I’m above putting you on your knees and making them watch in that living room?”

The way his eyes widened would’ve made me laugh under any other circumstance. His body was rigid. He looked so small despite being a head and a half taller than me. 

“What do you say I make them watch as I give you a suitable punishment for your behavior in there. Do you think they’d like the show? Watching you turn into a whining, shivering, pathetic boy? Aww I bet you’d like it too. Having all the attention as I tell them about how you came when you weren’t supposed to. How you’ve been so rude and inconsiderate when it comes to the pleasure only I get to give you. Or maybe I make them punish you. They all get a turn to make you bend to their needs. I know you’d like that, you can’t even deny it. You’re so worked up by just my words. I haven’t even touched you.”

Az just stands there, stunned, arms slack at his side. His mouth gapes open to speak, but he never does. 

“Gods Azriel you are such a slut for me. You can’t even contain yourself anymore. Two weeks without my hands on your body and you’re falling apart. Pathetic. You’re so fucking pathetic Azriel. Maybe I will give you a new punishment. If you wanna cum so badly, maybe I do just that. Make you cum until nothing comes out. Drain you of every last drop so you can stop being so desperate.”

“Please…” He begs. One knee at a time, he falls to the ground, eyes wide. “Gods Yn I’d take anything you’d give me. Just please touch me. I-I need it so bad. I miss your touch, I miss your tongue and your hands and your pussy so much. I need it. I’ve never needed something so bad in my life.”

He’s breaking down. This is perfect. He’s just on the edge of incoherent and exactly where I want him when I give him his actual punishment. This has all been built up to the grand finale. To have tension so when I give him the final one, he cracks like an egg in the palm of my hand. He won’t be able to resist obeying me.

I just giggle at him, turning over my shoulder, and open up the door. “Let's go.”

He doesn’t hesitate to follow a second time. 

~~~~~

“Azzzrieeeel,” I called, wondering where he went off to. It’s the end of week three and I decided he’s had enough. I’m just too excited to watch him fall apart at my hands. He disappeared a little while ago. 

I can’t hear or see him, but I know he’s in his room. The tap is running in the bathroom, muffling the sounds. I sit patiently on the bed. 

Az has been good after our talk. He has retreated back to his quiet, broody self. No longer complaining about how viscous I am. I could’ve made true on my threat about bending him over in front of them, but I decided to spare him. 

He should be so grateful.

The door clicked open and Az jumped back at the sight of me on the bed. I just had a silk robe on. One he bought for me. It was black, but in the right light, it shifted to blue. This electric, start ridden blue that he loved to take off of me. This is not the first copy of this garment I’ve had. 

“Hi,” he said, voice low and thick. 

“Hi, pretty boy,” I said, watching the shiver go down his body. His cock started to swell immediately. I just smiled. “Are you ready for your punishment?”

Without hesitation, “Yes.”

“Just remember your privileges. Unless I give you permission, you’re not allowed. Understand?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he smiles, stepping closer and closer. 

“Hmm,” I hum, “But you might. On the bed.”

Azriel ditches the towel that was hung low on his hips, cock hard and waiting for me.

“So hard already, what a good boy. Knowing exactly what I want.”

I crawl on my knees to where he’s sat and swing them over his thighs. His hands clench the bed cover, desperately trying to keep control of his touch. I slide up just enough that the tip of his cock is rubbing between my thighs. His eyes shut and he inhales deep. 

“Be good.”

“I’m…” his whole body is vibrating. “I’m trying so fucking hard. I wanna be good. Wanna be your good boy tonight.”

I laugh softly, taking his chin in my hand. His eyes are dilated, lips are swollen from him chewing on them to resist giving in. “You are being such a good boy Azzie, keep your hands juuuust like that and this’ll be over soon enough.”

He’s gonna wish that were true. 

I slide back and forth, grinding on him to relieve my own pressure that’s built up. Counterintuitively, I’ve also placed myself on a sex ban. And it has not been easy. I’m pent up and desperate in my own way for the feeling of his length inside me. 

Azriel begins to squirm and I have to remind him to be still. He immediately obeys, fists continuing to strangle this poor bed cover. I slide the rest of the way over his dick, relishing in the way his body relaxes. 

“Does that feel good, baby? Did you miss my pussy so much?”

“Yes…” He sighs, eyes lulling shut. With every roll of my hips, a new sound comes out of him. Each one more breathy than the last. “Fuck… t-thank you, Yn.”

“Aww, already turning up the charm are we? I think you’ve earned a little reward.” I lean forward and gently kiss his lips, just barely touching the surface of his skin. He doesn’t lean in, he doesn’t chase, he sits there patiently like the good boy I know he can be. 

I push on my knees and rise up, settling all the way down on his length. Over and over I bounce in his lap, content at the feeling of him hitting all my spots. I gently kiss him, running my tongue over his bottom lip. I’m met with a heady moan, Azriel’s shoulders relaxing down. 

Time to turn up the heat. 

“Azriel,” I pant against his lips. 

“Yes, my lady?” He breathes, pupils dilated, breath hot against my own. 

I grin at him. “You’re not allowed to kiss me anymore.”

I watch his eyes fall, I can feel the disappointment down the bond. “Okay.”

“No kissing, no touching,” I reminded him. 

“No kissing…” I trail my tongue up his neck, biting down on his ear. “N-No touching.”

Az says it twice more, like a long forgotten prayer. An ancient mantra of self control. He’d need it for my next plan. 

I spend the next little while taking him fully, up and down and up and down. Cascading my nails down his shoulders and arms, my lips over his neck and chest. He is a whining, uncontrollable mess. The veins in his forearms are swollen with adrenaline, full from his death grip on the sheets. 

Shadows swirl around our bodies, the fog like caress cooling my skin with every touch. 

I push him flat on the bed, using my hands on his chest as more leverage. I work myself on him, relishing in the strength he’s showing. The shere restraint he has. The discipline. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s learned his lesson. 

But I did know better. And I can’t wait to break him. 

I reach down and rub my clit gently. The stretch of his cock buried deep in me adds the extra stimulation I need. I’m so sensitive. After three weeks of no action, which I know is my fault, I’m right on the edge. 

“You wanna make me cum, Azriel?”

“F-Fuck yes, Yn, please,” Az begs. “I wanna make you cum so bad. You deserve it.”

“Mmm,” I hum, circling my finger softly. I muster up the most sickly-sweet voice I can. “Such a good boy, Azzie. Get me there, please I need you.”

I watch as he lifts his head, right hand unfurling from his grip on the bed. He reaches across his body, his thumb ready to take over. But just before he touches me where I need him most, he stops, eyes locking with mine. 

“Please give me permission,” he begs. His hand is literally trembling. 

“Fuck, Az, I need it. Touch me please baby I want you to make me cum.”

“I-I need permission, I can’t touch you,” he begs, eyes going a little stupid.

A wicked, evil look crosses over my features. Time to really mess with him. “But I need it Az. I need you to make me cum. F-Fuck I need you Azriel please make me cum.”

“Just give me permission baby and I’ll bring the stars down for you,” he promises. Going back to fisting the sheets in his fingers. “F-Fuck Yn please give me permission. I’ve been such a good boy, let me prove how good I can be just give me-”

I hopped off his lap, not missing the guttural noise that came from him. I walked over to the dresser against the wall and took out the bundle of rope I hid a few days ago. I’m not entirely sure how he didn’t find it. I had it specially made for this night a few days ago.

Azriel is going to hate it. 

I unwind it, stretching it between my arms. I come back to the edge of the bed and curl my finger at him, beckoning him to sit upright. He rises up and scoots closer to me. I take a second to just look at my Shadowsinger. His chest is flushed, those whirling, bargain tattoos moving with each breath. His hair is a tousled mess, going this way and that. His lips are pink and swollen, just like his tip. I bend forward, gently running my tongue over his slit. 

“F-Fuck,” he stammers out. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Stand up. Turn around. Arms behind your back.”

I see the conflict in his eyes, feel his hesitation down the bond. “You want to tie me up?”

“Oh Az,” I smiled sweetly, coming to stand in between his knees. I reached down, gripping him tightly in my palm. He hissed, entire body tensing up. “I’m going to do far worse things than tie you up. Now be a good boy and give me your hands.”

 Eagerly, he stood up, putting his back to me. His hands neatly folded together, fingers interlaced. I trailed the end of the rope down the center of his back, over the crest of his wings. I loved the way his body rippled, loved the way his muscles twitched and his skin crawled with need. 

“You’ve been such a good boy,” I praised as I began to try the magic-hilted rope around his wrists. “My good boy, taking your punishment so well these last couple weeks. I know you loved it as much as I did, knowing it would be worth it for when I gave you your reward.”

“Anything to make you happy,” he breathed out, head lulling back when I gave them a firm tug. I opened that bond and let him see himself through my eyes. I could feel the way his body reacted. Every cell in his body rolled with this animalistic desire. This primal need to release. 

“Sit,” I order, pushing down on his shoulder until he sits on the edge of the bed. I crawl into his lap, guiding him deep inside me. A content sigh leaves my lips at the feeling of our bodies being reunited. “Az?”

His eyes roll shut when I move my hips back and forth. “Y-Yes?”

“You can touch me now, I give you permission.”

Two things happened. I watched the relief flood his body, feeling it as if it was my own. I watched his face and shoulders relax. Then, I watched him try to move his arms. And a sick, twisted, ruthless grin curled my lips. 

Watching him struggle, knowing it would be useless, was a different type of arousal. The fibers of muscles in his shoulders strained, veins bulging down his arms and up his neck as he struggled. 

“Wh-What the fuck are these ropes?” He grunted, pulling and pulling to no avail. 

“I had them warded by a sorcerous in town,” I smiled, brushing the hair out of his eyes. “Specially crafted so that only I can undo them.”

“You…” he cried out, struggling against them one last time before grunting out a breath. “You are ruthless.”

“Yup,” I agreed, gripping his midnight black locks as hard as I could. “And you fucking love it. Wanna play a game, baby?”

“I wanna touch you, that's what I wanna do. Please undo the ropes, my love. Please,” Azriel begs. 

“Uh uh uh,” I shake my head, swiveling my hips, adoring the way he moans. “I’m not done with you yet. I’m gonna stay right here, doing whatever I fucking please to you, and you’re going to keep trying to break the ropes. You have all your privileges back, you can touch me, you can kiss me. But you are not allowed to cum. Understand?”

“Yn please baby, I-I just wanna worship you, just untie me and I can make you cum as many times as–”

“Understand?” I raised my eyebrows, flatting him on the bed with both my hands on his chest.

“Y-Yes,” he breathes out, eyes trained on the ceiling. I let up, releasing him from his pinned position, and he shot up, lips trailing all over my skin. Like my body was his first breath of air, he drank me in as fast as he could. I felt him throb inside me, tiny, pathetic whimpers spilling out of his lips. 

“Aww you wanna touch me so bad don’t you? Fuck me on your cock, hmm?” I teased, my own touches light against his shimmering skin. 

“Fuck Yn I want it so bad,” he bucked up his hips.

“Just give in, Azriel,” I taunted, matching his thrusts. “Beg me to untie your hands so you can finally touch what's yours.”  

He shook his head, gasping for a breath when I reached behind me and cupped him in my hands. “No? You don’t wanna touch me? Grab my hips as you fuck me hard and fast? Don’t wanna taste my pussy? You sure?”

“Oh fuck Yn,” he grit his teeth. I could feel the muscles in his thighs quiver. 

“Don’t cum yet, I haven’t given you permission,” I whispered in his ear, relishing the way he tried to run from me. “Aww, what? You can’t handle it? You’ll be done taking your punishment when I say so. You were such a bad boy, Azriel. You know I have to make sure you won’t ever do it again. Now be a good boy and break the ropes, touch me. I need you to touch me so so badly. You don’t wanna disobey me again do you?”

“No no no just let me–”

“Come onnn,” I purr, tilting my head and lowering my voice. “Be my good good boy, Azriel. Break the ropes for me. I know you need me sooo bad. Just be my good little boy and make me happy.”

“But I c-can’t I need you to untie them,” he huffed, arms bulging behind his back. 

I took a good look at him, at his flushed chest and the veins running the length of his biceps. Fuck he looked…

I clenched tight around him, shivering when I heard him cry out. 

“Aww what’s wrong baby?” I cooed, cupping his face gently in my palms. 

“I wanna fill you up so bad, Yn,” he cried out, chest heaving for air. “Please let me cum, I wanna cum so bad I need to cum–”

“Not yet, pretty boy,” I denied, and Azriel groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Not until you get out of the binds.”

“But I can’t!” He croaked. “I can’t I can’t I can’t”

“Oh but you’re going to,” I gripped his chin, forcing his eyes to mine. Cauldron above he looked drunk off of me. “Or you can give in, admit defeat and I’ll untie them for you. Come on sweetness, give in.”

I began to bounce up and down on his cock, going all the way up and all the way down. I felt the convulsion run through his entire body. Every time I came down on him, he let out these little noises. Whimpers and soft frustrated groans of pure torture. 

“Don’t you wanna make me cum?” I circled my clit, shivering out a breath. “Don’t you want to be the one to make me cum all over your cock? Please baby, make me cum all over you.”

He let out a string of curses, trying to gain some leverage to fuck into me. “Please please please please please.”

“Use your big boy words, Azzie, what do you want?”

“Oh fuck fuck fuck, Yn. Yn… Yn please oh gods Yn please please–”

“You wanna cum, huh?” He nodded, complete fucked out and gone. 

“So fucking bad Yn I need it. I’ve been such a good boy for you. I’m sorry for disobeying you. I’m sorry for talking back and being difficult. Just please let me cum I wanna be such a good boy and do it just for you. Fill you up so much, watch it spill out of you. Please let me cum please Yn I can’t hold it back any more please fuck–”

“You want me to stop?” He shook his head rapidly. “I haven’t given you permission to cum, baby. Don’t cum. Do you want me to stop?”

“No no no I wanna cum–”

“I don’t care if you wanna cum,” I grinned, fuccking him harder. “Your job is to please me, and I won’t be pleased if you don’t follow my orders, remember how  you got here in the first place. Tell. Me. To. Stop. A good boy would tell his lady to stop.”

He heaved for a breath, gulping air down, a useless mess of moans and pleasure sounds. “S-S-Stop.”

I halted my hips, brushing his hair away from his face as I kissed up and down his neck. “Good boy, Azriel. Such a good boy for me, yes.”

I reached around and undid the one knot holding the binds in place. They fell off his wrists and he sobbed in relief, a few tears streaking down his face. A few landed on my chest. 

“Lick them up,” I ordered. 

Without a second thought, he licked his tears off my chest. I massaged his shoulders and slowly, so slowly, his hands came to cup my ass. His hands were vibrating with energy. He watched with bated breath to see how I’d react. 

“My good boy,” I praised, kissing his cheek. “You wanna make me cum?” 

“Please.”

“Get to it then,” I smiled, kissing his lips fiercely. For a moment, he forgot the task at hand, falling deep into the reunification of our lips. 

I was on my hands and knees the next second. I had to brace one hand on the headboard so he would plow me through it completely. Using his wings for leverage, gusts of wind sending goosebumps across my skin, he fucked into me as hard as he could. 

“F-Fuck Az– you feel so good,” I said. 

“Cum on my cock, my love,” he insisted, and who was I to deny him. 

Just like he promised, stars lined my vision. I came hard enough to more or less paralyze my entire body. I slumped on my chest, content to let him do whatever he wanted. He had served his punishment well enough. 

I rocked with his body as he fucked into me. He was so fucking deep. 

“Y-Yn please–”

“Cum, Azriel.”

As if my very word granted his body, Azriel thrusted twice before going still, wings pumping behind him. I felt every inch of him inside me, every throb and pulse of his release. I could feel it seep down the inside of my thigh. 

He pulled out quickly, collapsing on the bed. I looked over my shoulder to make sure he was okay, still seeing his chest rising and falling. 

On shaky, stiff legs, I crawled over to him, placing my hand on his chest. “You were such a good boy. My good good boy, Azriel.”

He gave a limp thumbs up. I chuckled. 

“You okay?” I asked, kissing some of the marks I left on his bronze skin. 

“Mhmm,” he nodded, voice a little garbled. 

“I’ll go start a bath, then we can relax and soak for a while, sound good?”

“Yes please,” he nodded, nuzzling his body into mine as best he could. “Thank you.”

“Of course, baby. Thank you for being a good boy for me.”

"Wait, Yn," he grabbed my hand, pulling me back when Is tood up to go to the washroom.

"Yes baby?" I asked.

"I love you," he smiled.

"I love you, my shadow."

[constantly0lost]

Okay I haven't written in literal months, but i was inspired by the little blurb about otter harvey at the bottom of @sashiavi 's goat Harvey post, so enjoy a ramble. Alot of my sleep tired brain escaped into this, sorry for how sloppy this is, i just wanted to vocalize my thoughts or my head would have exploded. I would carry 19 of Harvey's children if asked, peace.

CW: bit of a breeding kink, i reimagined/softened the mannerisms of otters during sex cause MAN, male otters SUCK, other otter things (harveys hydrophobic hair), lactation kink, me being a simp for this man, UHHh, shitty writing :)

Otter Harvey who gives you special things that made him think of you. From rocks to acorns to mushrooms to flowers to leave and so on, and being so blushy when he gives them to you, because its just acorns but it means so much to him. And he swoons when he finds out you kept them all.

Otter Harvey who holds your hand while y'all sleep, even though you're as close as two people can physically be without fusing together. He knows logically that you can't go anywhere, and even if you did, you'd be right back in his arms, but it feels so nice to have his hand on yours.

Otter harvey who eats sea urchins in secret, not because of someone finding out he eats them, but because he has to yank one out of Vincents mouth after he saw Harvey eating them, and he didn't want to cause anyone any extra undue stress.

Otter Harvey who has to take showers with slightly more intense temperatures so that he can actually wash his hair, otherwise it rolls right off of his hair. The only time he won't is when you take a shower with him, because he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable because of him, and even then, after you get out he'll change the temperature so he can actually get clean.

Otter Harvey who, if you end up having kids, is the best fucking dad. He teaches them literally anything and everything, and sits at the table responding to their toddler gibberish with full blown sentences. He takes them to school, plays anything they want, and is a total pushover sap for them, no matter what happens. (He is also 110% a girl dad)

Otter Harvey who bites higher up on you than he probably should, but he can't help it when you make him feel such mind numbing pleasure. So now you have hickeys on your cheeks, lovebites around your nose and mouth, along with all the marks he leaves along your body.

Otter Harvey who has such a rampant breeding kink that on "bad" days, he'd fuck you over and over until he's so drained he's lightheaded and overwhelmed, and he feels guilty for fucking you like that, even though he's still inside of your puffy cunt.

Otter Harvey who can't help but moan and whimper as he fucks into you, digging his nails into your hips as your pussy seems to suck him deeper, your walls clenching around him in a downright mean way as he bites and sucks anywhere he can get his mouth to.

Otter Harvey who often and loudly verbalizes how he wants to stuff you full right as he's about to cum, drilling the head of his cock harder into your spongy walls.

Otter Harvey who, when he gets jealous, will hold you down by your neck, or might even just hold you down by your hair, as he drills into you, harder than he normally would dare. His mouth turns downright filthy, spewing the nastiest words you'll ever hear in your life, as he hefts your leg over his shoulder.

Otter Harvey who can, will, and has spent hours buried with his face between your legs, looking up at you with those pretty eyes in search of your approval. He wants you to pull on his hair to guide him, wants you to pull until his scalp burns.

Otter Harvey who whines so damn pretty when you ride him, his cock kicking on your hand as he eyes roll back, his nails digging into your thighs. He mumbles whispered gibberish, which could almost be pleas, but are too garbled to fully make out.

Otter Harvey who will suck on your tits until you produce a few beads of milk, which he gratefully laps up and swallows like it's heaven on earth. Of course afterwards he gets anxious, wanting to make sure it's not galactorrhea, and wanting to make sure you're healthy.

Otter Harvey who would bend over backwards to make sure your happy, who would wait on your hand and foot so that you feel properly appreciated. He loves you, and knowing you love him back is all he needs.

FUCKING OTTER HARVEY IM GONNA RIDE HIM IN MY DREAMS TONIGHT AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

[ambrosialdesire]

Can I request yandere porco x reader who doesn't take him seriously/ isn't afraid of him or being bratty or whatever so he transforms to scare her

hellion

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS + BLANK BLOGS DNI

pairing: s4 porco x fem!reader word count: 5.9k warnings + tags: general yandere and obsessive themes, unhealthy relationships, past + current human-trafficking/purchase mentions, forced feminization/infantilization, stockholm syndrome development, forced proximity, torture/violence mentions (choking, starvation, drowning, tying up), drugging (sedation), prey & predator vibes, kinda psychological horror?, humiliation, slight praise, degradation, slight gaslighting, kinda mindbreaky, all characters are 18+ synopsis: you were an impulse purchase that he never thought he'd make before, and although he doesn't regret it, he's having a difficult time trying to soothe your feisty spirit. who knew that all it took was one transformation and a chase you'll never forget? a/n: i'm gonna be so fr idk how to write bratty characters LOL i rarely read bratty readers in general so i'm really free-balling this 💀 kinda simple and to the point compared to my other fics, esp since i've never wrote for porco before so this is like testing the waters and most likely SUPER ooc. it's also more of a psychological fic since i'm not in the mood of writing complete nsfw haha but i hope you enjoyed this anon! sorry it also took so long to be done but then took me like three days to make and edit 😅 (i still think it's a little sloppy, esp the end BUT that's what anon questions are for so i can sorta explain and piece it together more lol) again, hope y'all enjoy!! note: please keep in mind of the tags above and do not proceed if triggering or uncomfortable, especially if you are a minor!! do not read my or any other writers' dark content if you are underaged. this is a fictional work and does not reflect irl morals, do not believe this is how a real romance works or functions.

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He hated when you got like this, putting up a constant nonsensical fight against him.

You'd be a perfect candidate to be his successor from the way you bite down into his skin when he tried to touch you, scratching up his face when he got too close, and always almost managing to slip through his grasp to dash towards the open basement door before he tugged the chain wrapped around your throat back towards him, watching you bare your teeth at him angrily. You were truly a wild animal, that's why he chose you in the first place.

Porco wanted to tame this wild spirit of yours, simply for the fact to see if he could.

Little progress was made, he made your purchase not long ago in the slums of Liberio, where the truly wicked and evil roamed to sell and purchase anything deemed illegal by the Marleyan government. As much as he refused to take these kinds of assignments, preferring to be back on the battlefield with Zeke and Pieck, Porco was already in deep waters for fighting with Reiner again. Not his fault that the Vice Captain's face was so punchable. Thus, here he was, being forced to shut one of the operations down that was said to involve a human-trafficking ring. Down he went alone in disguise, shuffling through the disgusting sweaty bodies of devil scum drooling over a piece of fresh meat on the stage.

He remembered got a good view of the bidding, eyeing each fearful chained-up person with boredom until you were pulled up. God, you really were the star of the stage. Two burly men had to tug your fighting body onto the crumbling wooden stage, a mixed sound of what could be a snarl and screech emerging through your cracked and bruised lips as you refused to move any further. You put up a good fight against the henchmen, the crowd jeering at the display of tug-o-war.

Once they managed to get you to the middle, the auctioneer started to ramble on about your pricing. Your hands may be wrapped in cloth and tied together, but the minute he neared you to show you off, you struck him with a mean uppercut, almost pouncing on him once he fell over before the two men held you back. Even then, you were thrashing around on your wounded feet, spitting out curses and howls at the fuckers beneath you, telling them that you'd hope they'd all burn and rot in hell.

He's the only one that snorted at that statement, feeling all eyes on him.

Porco really wasn't any different from those around him as he raised his hand up, offering over a thousand for the wild girl, more than what the other fucks around him could possibly afford. It won't make a dent in his bank account either because once he takes you home, the authorities would've already been called to the place. He gets to keep his money and you, while Marley gets rid of more scum; a two in one deal. You glared down at him, a burning fire settling deep within the darks of your pupils as he grinned back in return.

You were going to be a fun little purchase, that he's sure of.

He didn't really want to, but considering that you were a snappy little thing, you had to be down in the basement of his home until he managed to get your temper under control. The chain was long enough for you to reach the bathroom down there from the bed, but not long enough to reach the door. Once you managed to slightly calm down, realizing that your new "owner" was unfazed by your act as he leaned against the wall, you cautiously settled on the bed. You were still tense, unsure of what his intentions are.

"You got a name?" Porco started, finally breaking the silence as he crossed over his arms.

"You have my papers, don't you?" Your eyes squinted at him, the raspy retort coming quick out your mouth. He did, but he didn't bother looking at them just yet.

He scoffed, pushing himself off the wall, slowly stepping closer to you. "Snarky one, aren'tcha? Just tryna be a little civil here."

"Civility? Don't make me laugh. Buddy, you're the one that bought me. I think we both know that any sort of civility you had has been long gone the moment you raised your stinkin' fucking hand in the auction and brought me down here." If your temper wasn't enough indication of a need of reformation, your mouth definitely was.

"I'm surprised you even lasted that long in the slums with that tongue and attitude of yours, most would've been turned into chopped meat without even a second thought." You were about to say something back before he slammed his hand into your face, pushing your head into the bed and prying your mouth open with his fingers. A gurgle of a scream erupted out of your throat as you struggled to push him off you, but no dice.

"But I'm not like most. Me? I could crush your skull whenever I want, maybe slowly pull each of your limbs apart so you'll feel each tendon and ligament rip away from your sorry torso." Porco pushed harder until you got the message, silencing yourself as your face ached and throbbed from the pressure, yet your eyes still held that same vindictiveness from the auction that never seemed to quite be quenched. Your jaw abruptly closed around his fingers, a pained hiss slipping out of his lips as the pearly whites grinded into his skin.

He's going to relish seeing that light die from you, when you finally realize that he's the sole reason of your living, that you should've been grateful from the start that he's the one that bought you instead of the beer-gut ridden trash that wasted away in the slums.

Porco finally removed his hand out of your mouth, drool and teeth indentations staining his fingers. Light steam was coming off of them, the superficial wounds closing up. He knew you caught that, eyes focused on his hand.

"Now, get some rest. Training begins tomorrow."

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When he said training, he meant torture.

That's what you thought as you experienced every debilitating and humiliating ritual he forced onto you every day. You eventually learned his name because of someone saying it upstairs — God you wished that the floors above were as soundproof as the basement's walls— Porco, but you called him 'piggy' sometimes, despite him trying to train you into saying sir. Simple, but it got him irritated real fast.

Porco was a strange man, you knew he was definitely not like the other men you've came across in your imprisoned life. Every wound you made on his person, no matter how deep you curled your nails into him or bite down as hard as you possibly could, he was left unblemished. Not even a fading scar or lasting indent, it was as if you've never injured him in the first place.

He bled, the taste of iron familiar on your tastebuds, but it really was like nothing occurred after a few minutes. You knew that he healed fast too, that weird steam came out of the wounds right after you inflicted it from what you could see with the lantern light, but you don't know why it did. Were you so out of touch from the outside for so long that new medical advancements were made?

He also disappeared for short periods of time, leaving you occasionally starving if he didn't leave enough food beforehand and surprisingly bored; he was really your only company nowadays, so it was quite frustrating to come to the conclusion that you'd even miss the bastard despite the shit he's made you go through. Once Porco came back though, he'd be a little nicer to you but that would last for roughly a week once you gotten sick of his company again.

He only sedated you when he needed your complete compliance or when he deemed you too much, your head rolling around weakly as he undresses and bathes you with him in the tub, the heightened sensation of calloused hands brushing against every inch of your skin. You may be out of it, but every other sensation was magnified. It was the only peace the two of you got with each other, even if you weren't a truly willing participant.

Porco was also quiet when it came to this activity, the steam and heat of the tub creating a slight flush on his tanned cheeks as he leaned back against the porcelain. His normally gelled-back blond hair would be damp and falling over his face, expression lax. You thought he was on the completely lankier side before since you rarely see him without the green coat, but no, he was quite muscular despite being pretty slender.

It made sense, he's lifted and thrown you like you weighed absolutely nothing, holding you down without much struggle, and letting you exhaust yourself while he looked completely normal.

He seemed disinterested in each other's nudity, though you did notice the first few times when he started the bathing routine that he took in every little detail of your body, eyes wandering more than usual. It's not like you could've stopped him and he never touched you sexually, only touching your privates to clean those areas. You've accidentally let out a quietly hitched breath here and there when he brushed those digits of his in-between your pussy, your drugged mind struggling to comprehend the feeling. You believed that he never noticed during those mishaps, not bothered in the slightest during it but whenever he got out of the tub first, it was pretty obvious he'd be partially aroused.

You wouldn't say that you were completely innocent in the act of staring at the other either, you've spotted his cock more than a few times and were slightly internally glad that he never took it for a spin against you. He must be a show-er more than a grower (if he was any lengthier hard, you might be in trouble), but he was notably bigger than the other disgusting men you've came across. Thank god for that, at least. It was finally nice looking at a man that wasn't built like a water buffalo in denial of balding and having the smallest dick around.

As time passed by, you feel like you confirmed your suspicions that he never really was interested in using you for any sexual needs, he was more into seeing how much it would take for you to break. Maybe he's done this to others to get his rocks off, but you'd never give into the sick man's perversions.

One thing that was prominent you've noticed while in his care was that he rarely made you do anything by yourself. He's the one that fed you with you on his lap, clothed you in stupidly feminine outfits from the start of the day to the night, bathed you alongside him. He cleaned and dressed any wounds you inflicted on yourself, but left surface scratches and bruises alone. Porco was in complete control and if you didn't let him take the reins, that's when the punishments rolled in.

Balancing books on your head as you stood on your tiptoes, if any of them fell or if you went back on your heels, he'd hit the back of your calves hard with a riding crop and restart the entire thing. Forcing your head over a bucket of freezing cold water, asking you difficult questions with no right answers to them, and pushing you down into it when you said anything that he didn't want to hear. He choked you out and left you intentionally starved for days when you refused to eat what he made, tied up and blindfolded in a tight closet with no indication of how long time had passed because you didn't want to wear what he chose, anything to ensure that you've learned your lesson.

You didn't, of course you never did. Whenever he asked if you had enough, you only just laughed at him and spat at his face, the punishments only ending once he got tired of it. Your stubborn attitude was the only thing keeping you sane in this world of yours.

No matter how much you were forced to endure endless embarrassment and shame, you'll never grovel or beg for mercy, not even shedding a tear for the agonizing pain you felt as you laid on the scratchy mattress every night. And besides, he wasn't the only one who tried and he most certainly would be the last once you figured out how to get out of here.

You felt a jab to your stomach, abruptly waking you from your short rest. The lights weren't even turned on, but even you knew that the next horrid day has just begun, a flashlight blinding you next.

"Morning sweetheart, you know what time it is? It's 3 in the morning, nice and early for our next session. Are you going to be good and let me put your outfit on?" The nicknames only started a few weeks ago, just because you were being obedient and compliant to his demands. It's to make you feel nice, to think that's what you should be doing to get on his good side.

Fuck, he's really insane.

Obviously since you were completely exhausted, you might as well let him take control again until you regained more strength. You nodded slowly, rubbing your eyes as he finally moved the light off of your eyes. He murmured something of a praise, stroking your head gently before going upstairs to retrieve the outfit. You sat there in silence, partially nodding off until you heard his footsteps near the door, body slightly stiffening.

You may not be outwardly afraid of him, but unconsciously, he made you become unintentionally afraid of the new fucked up punishments that he created. At a certain point in this life, it was undeniable not be terrified of something unexpected.

"A friend recommended this new place for women clothes since she noticed I've been in a good mood lately." Porco pushed the door open, a light pink babydoll dress in his hands. "Ain't it nice? Might be better than all the other ones I've put you in, the seamstress really has outdone herself, don't you think sweetie?"

Everything about it looked too short, ruffles and lace making most of the skirt and the sleeves overtly puffy. He may think he's putting you into something cute, but it was obviously something uncomfortable to wear. It's intentionally supposed to make you tick, you knew it was.

"It's..." You started, thinking about how to go around this without sounding offensive. "Pink."

He frowned, obviously expecting more from you but simply shook his head. Alright, that was a somewhat valid response.

"Still tired huh? Yes, most of your clothes are pink, but this one," He placed the dress next to you, along with the undergarments and shoes. "This one is for a special occasion."

Special occasion? A year must've already passed by since he purchased you, it wouldn't be all that surprising if he was celebrating that. You lifted your arms up and let him remove your nightgown, leaving you only in your underwear. Porco removed the dress from the hanger, turning towards you and pulling the dress over your head and arms, organizing it properly over your body.

Definitely too small now that you were wearing it, the bands around the arms making it feel like you were gonna lose circulation on them and your breasts nearly spilling out of the top of the dress, no matter how much he was adjusting it. The skirt was also way too revealing, just barely covering your panties but he soon tugged those off, putting on an even more scantily clad pair. He brushed out your hair, taking a few pieces and attaching a bow with it behind your head. The shoes were just simply white flats, the only part of the outfit that you had no problem with.

"There. Such a beautiful girl, wouldn't you agree?"

He cooed as he stood you up and dragged you to the bathroom, pulling off the drape that covered the mirror. You weren't allowed to use the mirror, that was what he said as one of the rules way back then. You didn't know why he asked that of you, but you've never seen yourself in years anyways, the details of your appearance foggy in each glimpse of a reflecting surface. The basement was dark too, the only sources of light being the flashlight or lanterns that Porco brings down here to see you. But this?

This was the first time you truly felt horrified at anything, bruises of varying colors littering around your skin, most prominently around your neck. You looked sickly, a pale complexion covering your skin, and bone-dead tired, eyebags weighing under your lower eyelids heavily. The only thing that looked decent on you was your brushed out hair and dress, despite how it squeezed at your almost feeble body.

"What... what did you do to me?" Your hands went over your face, feeling your very soul crumple into itself.

Porco snorted, his hand wrapping around your jaw and forcing you to look at the reflection. "Nothing. This is you, all you. The only thing I've done is the bruises but everything else is your fault."

You pushed him back, his body hitting the wooden door with a thud. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes since the first time in forever as you balled your fists at your side. You started wailing, curses slipping through your lips.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you!"

"Y/N—" His tone was becoming angry, a warning.

Porco never said your name before.

You took off one of the flats and quickly threw it hard at the mirror, multiple fragments shattering off the wall. You grabbed the biggest piece that landed on the ground, feeling the palm of your hand cut open, warm blood spilling down your fingertips. Without a second thought, you lunged at your captor. Porco was stronger as he stopped you midway of your attack, but his hands slipped from the grip he had on your bloody hands and wrists, it was almost unnoticeable but not to you.

With the little strength you had left, you gave it your all, letting out a wrathful shriek as you jabbed the piece into his stomach, twisting it in as deeply as you could.

The world fell silent as you watched his blood seep through his shirt.

This was the first time you've looked into his eyes in the light and this close in general, the hazel color showing nothing but displeasure. You heaved slowly, taking in shaky breaths through your nose. Slowly, you released the shard and backed away from his still-standing body, the chain connected to you rattling along on the stony ground with your movements. Your eyes were still locked onto him, impatiently waiting for him to collapse so you can take the key out of his dying cold body.

Yet, that didn't happen.

"You're fucking pathetic, stupid even." Porco's hand reached for the mirror shard embedded in his gut, pulling it out with a slight hiss, as if it was nothing but a splinter. "If only, just only, you remembered that I can heal from any wound that your dumbass places on me, we wouldn't have this issue but I guess I gave your slow little brain one too many hits."

The steam was coming off of him again as he threw the bloody shard pack into the broken pile, your teeth baring at him.

"What the hell are you? Some kind of monster?" He laughed, pushing his hair back with blood, the red mixing in with the dark blond.

"Worse," Porco charged at you with inhumane speed, grabbing your throat and lifting you up in the air with one hand, your hands clawing at his forearm as black spots began to form in your vision. "I'm one of the worst monsters of them all. A Titan."

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You awoke to find yourself in a forest.

Originally, you thought you died. It's been years since you've last seen the outside, even felt the wind's breeze go against your face and feel the rising sun's rays warm up your skin. Yet, as you opened your eyes, you reached out to the grass, feeling the smooth blades brush up against your fingers, you knew you were still alive.

Sitting up, you slowly took in the surrounding environment. Did Porco abandon you because he thought you were dead? A giddy feeling rose up from within, excited about the possibility of finally, finally having the freedom that you've desired for so long. You wobbly stood up, realizing that you were still in the outfit he made you wear, now stained with dried blood. Ugh, at least he should've had the decency to put you back in rags or something before dumping your 'corpse'.

How far were you from the nearest civilization? You'd be lucky if you managed to come across one before either dying of dehydration or starvation, hoping you'd run into an Eldian internment zone rather than a major Marleyan city. Maybe even dying here in the wilderness would be a better death than being around people again, considering that all of them would just disappoint you once more.

There was a sound of grass crunching, small branches breaking from behind you as footsteps drew closer.

"Awake aren't we?" Fuck. You turned around, seeing him standing back at a distance, still wearing his bloody clothes.

"I wish I wasn't now that I know you're here piggy. Goddamnit, why didn't you just fall over and die when I stabbed you?" You grumbled the last half, tugging at the bottom of the skirt dejectedly. From afar, you could imagine that his eyebrow was twitching in irritation once you mentioned the nickname.

"You're so annoying, you know that? It's been a year and no matter what I do to you, you still persist. Still convincing yourself that you can't be broken. You've really ran me dry to figure out what I can do to make that pretty little head internally pop, well, I got one more thing that'll make you finally listen to me." Porco fished out a small pocket knife out of his jacket, holding out his palm for you to see before he sliced the middle of it, blood immediately gushing out.

"I'll give you a 15 minute head start, timer starts when I transform. If you can hide or outrun me, I'll let you go free. No catches, you'll simply be free to walk among us again. But if I find and catch you," A cocky smile grew on his face, pointing the knife down at you. "You're going back to the fucking basement."

Wait. What does he mean by transform?

A flash of blinding lightning appeared abruptly right in front of you, gusts of wind nearly knocking you over. You covered your face to try and shield yourself from the sudden weather change onslaught, the sound of something crunching forming loud in your ears. The light finally faded away after a few minutes gone by, a huge shadow hovering over you instead. Hesitantly, you peered up out of your arms and gaped in horror as you stared at the monster in front of you.

Where Porco once stood, a bony skull-like faced Titan stood before you on all fours, a mane of familiar blonde hair wrapping around its head like a lion. It had a shorter and muscular stature than most Titans you've seen in books before your kidnapping, still towering over you but not as much as a normal Titan would. White-tipped claws on each of its digits were prominent on both its hands and feet, digging into the soft grassy ground beneath it.

What the fuck? What the fuck?! Your captor was the Jaw Titan user the entire time? Is that why he disappeared every now and then? Holy shit, you knew what the Jaw Titan user's dick looks like.

Its small hazel eyes glared down at you through the skull-like mask and you felt frozen to the spot, too afraid to make any move. Was he even still in control of himself in there? A guttural growl came out of it then, snapping you out of it.

Porco's waiting for you to move, he... he wants to chase you down. You have no other choice, and you'd rather put up another fight than to lay down belly-up.

You took off the other flat that still remained on your foot and threw it at the face of the creature, soon dashing as quickly as possible into the lush forest. In your head, you knew your outfit was going to be an immediate sore thumb in the surrounding greens and browns so you started to rip it apart as you ran, trying to scatter the pieces as much as you possibly could to throw off the trail. All you were left in was your thin underwear and even that was a risk to keep on, but it was all you had left to preserve the dignity you were barely holding onto.

As you ran, you felt every stray branch dig into your already-damaged skin and every breath you took in felt like needles in your nostrils. It was better than nothing, better than getting immediately caught by that thing. You don't know how much time has passed since you started running, all you knew was that you must've wasted precious seconds when you gawked at the atrocity of a Titan.

There was a whipping sound and then a thud, trees cracking and breaking behind you. The echo of birds flapping away from the source, cawing in alarm rang loudly in your ears and you felt immediate dread crawl up your spine. Your head start was up, he's coming.

You still ran as fast as you could despite the burning in your underused muscles, trying to find somewhere decent to hide in. An overgrowth, a bush, anything at this point. The sounds of whipping and cracking were getting closer and closer, panic bubbling in your stomach until you missed a step, falling over and knocking the wind out of yourself.

You cried out as quietly as possible once you got air back in your lungs, slowly sitting up with damp dirt clinging onto your bare skin. Taking a glance at the ledge you fell from, an idea popped in your mind. Underneath, it was wide enough to fit your body and deep enough for you to hide in, so long as you could cover yourself up with leaves and dirt. The sound of a gurgling snarl close by meant that you had little time to put your plan into action, and you grabbed the nearby shrubbery in handfuls, crawling into the space as fast as you could.

Laying on your back, your place the gathered materials on your body, completely covered from head to toe. You didn't know how it looked on the outside, but it had to be something that could be overlooked when he was searching around. It had to be because you were not going back, you refused to.

The close rumble of the ground almost had you scream out in terror, but you put your hands over your mouth as tightly as you could, your breaths shaky out of your nose. The thuds grew closer and closer, body jumping with each passing step, and then it stilled. You could slightly see what was going on outside, heart dropping when you immediately spotted him.

The Titan was just standing there, completely still besides his head moving around to scan the area. He must've figured out that your clothing trail had gone cold or that it was fake the entire time, but the one thing you knew was that he was quick to catch up either way. A hissing sound, almost sizzling, broke the silence. You watched as Porco's original body appear out of the creature's upper back, right near the neck.

What. The. Hell.

"You're here, aren't you?" His voice was calm, no hint of frustration or irritation. Porco had too much pride to proven wrong, he was confident that he tracked you in the right spot and you hate that he was correctly onto you.

"Your footsteps stopped not too far from here, y'know. You tryna hide now? Ran out of stamina? Twisted your ankle?"

You clenched your eyes tightly together, praying that he'll give up, that he won't find you. Never in your wretched life have prayed before, but you'd start worshipping the very god that'll manage to make sure that Porco won't look in this shallow cavern.

"Fine. If you don't want to reveal yourself—"

There was another sizzling sound, your eyes opening and seeing that he went back into the body, the creature beginning to move once more. The Titan then opened its bony maw, revealing a second pair of sharper teeth before an ear-bursting screech projected out of it, your hands shooting to your ears to try and cancel out the horrid sound. The scream kept wailing aloud like a never-ending storm alarm, your head beginning to ache. It felt like it was going to pop the longer it went on, tears forming at the corners of your eyes.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

Silence.

There was a slight ringing in your ears, but the screaming was gone and when you looked out of your hidey-hole, he was no longer standing there. Did he actually give up? You stayed still in the divot, head throbbing and heart pounding against your ribcage. You'll even wait until the next morning if it meant for any kind of confirmation that he was gone.

Suddenly, a claw came down on the roof of your cavern, the sharp tips just barely missing your body. It ripped away the dirt and rock, the sunlight blinding you as you sputtered out the pieces that came down on your face from the removal. Complete fear radiated off your expression as its unnerving mask stared down at your trembling form. You... lost.

You think that its — his — eyes were gleaming with glee right now, seeing how pitiful you looked, filthy and damaged. His hand reached for you, body stiffening as the fingers curled around you, picking you out of the hole carefully. The body of the Titan slumped down and the same hissing sound came out of the back of it, Porco reappearing once more.

"Took me only 30 minutes to find you, what a pathetic attempt of a run," He insulted, leaning his body over the fuzzy head of the creature. "Though, I will have to give props to you with the hiding. I wouldn't have spotted you until you moved in the hole from the scream."

"P-please... make this th... thing stop touching me." You almost whispered, the coldness and rough texture of its grip tight around your body. You hated that you were directly forced to stare at it, its eyes blank but still glaring deep within your soul.

"You afraid of it? You scared of the big bad Titan?" Porco taunted, his arm slightly moving and the grip tightening around you even more. You let out a strangled cry, your breathing becoming erratic. The feeling of the jagged bones jutting into your flesh like squeezing a balloon to its limit, the imagery of your organs bursting out of you, began to make you hysterical.

"Please s-st... stop! P-please! I... I don't want to die! Porco, I'm begging you! Get me out!" You started sobbing, blobs of tears flowing down your cheeks. You hated him, but you hated this monster even more. To think that they were truly real, a true threat to your fragile existence, it was something that was horrifyingly difficult to mentally process.

Porco gawked at your sniveling body, not even trying to wiggle out of the Jaw Titan's hand but still crying out to him for his help. This is what he wanted right? To see you completely give up, to depend on his assistance, to save you. He felt so fuzzy and dizzy on the feeling, almost like he drank too much liquor. Just to play around with you a little more, his hand twitched, causing the Titan to squeeze you even more.

You screamed out in fear once the pressure got even more narrow, your cries resonating louder within the deep forest as you simultaneously begged him to stop. Aw, how adorable but alright, he's had his fun for the day. This might've gotten the message across, let's see how long it'll last or else he'll have to do this again and again if he had to.

"Will you finally listen to me?" He finally spoke up, your teary eyes immediately meeting his and nodding furiously without hesitation.

"Yes! Y-yes I will!"

"And what do I want to hear from you?" You sniffled, looking completely drained of all fight.

"I-I'm sorry... s... s-sir. I wo... won't ever do i-it again."

Porco thought he never felt such euphoria in his life until he heard your apology, a wickedly proud grin growing on his face. He pulled himself out of the Jaw Titan's back, watching the creature start to steam and deflate as he reached for you, peeling its fingers off of your body and helping you down. Unexpectedly, you latched onto Porco once you got on the ground, your arms wrapped around him tightly in a vice hug. You... never did that before.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You repeated over and over again, your tears wetting his coat. "I won't fight you again, I-I promise sir."

His hand reached over to your head, light stroking the tangled strands as you trembled against his body. "That's what you get for being a bitchy brat, you don't want me to do it again right?"

You shook your head in response, gripping onto his clothes even tighter at the thought of being chased by that thing again.

"Then you gotta listen to me better, okay? You listen, no Titan. And now that I'm reminded of your bad manners, you've torn up that pretty dress of yours earlier. That wasn't cheap, you ungrateful bitch. How are you going to make it up to me?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." Worry began to fill up your still-teary expression as you pulled your face out of his shoulder. You were taking every insult with a grain of salt, dismissing them completely. "I-I'll do anything to make it up to you, sir."

Porco really wasn't any different from the devil nuisances down in the slums, an excited shiver going through his system. If you're really offering anything, then he might as well get what he deserved out of you, he's been waiting a year for it after all. He lifted your face with one hand, rubbing away a smudge of dirt off of your skin with his thumb.

"We'll discuss what you can do about it later. Now, let's go home and get ourselves cleaned up, you smell like mud and look like shit." Another apology slipped through your lips as he moved forward with your hand in his, the corners of his mouth curling upwards with pure joy.

The animal within you has become neutralized, the flame dying and being left behind with the fading Titan behind the two of you.

Porco finally got what he paid for.

[axolotlwrites]

Good Puppy

Sub!Sam x M!Reader

It started with that innocuous little title… “golden retriever”.

Hey. It's been a bit, and I'm sorry it took so long, but I'm back. Again.

Here's a shorter little... drabble, I think you'd call it. Love y'all, and I'll see you with more stuff later.

P.S. Formatted on mobile, so I'm sorry if it's janky and weird

CW: deepthroating, oral sex, pet play, leash and collar play, "good boy", choking and gagging

It's funny, really. How all this ended up happening. How your blonde haired little “golden retriever” boyfriend ended up with his lips around your cock, a collar around his neck, moaning and whimpering as he bobbed, drool and spit slathered across his mouth.

It started with that innocuous little title… “golden retriever”.

Sam always giggled at the mention of it. He liked it, obviously, and it fit. He was always so energetic, playful, and nice.

And then, one night, during a jam session with his friends, you called him a good boy just to tease him.

He took it with stride, honestly. You'd expected him to crawl up in a blushing, giggling, little mess right on his bedroom floor but he laughed it off, a small blush running along his cute face. Afterwards, though?

He'd made an effort to show you just how much he loved the name.

So, it became an ongoing thing. Whenever you and him needed a signal to… get going and have your own little party, it'd be brought up.

Then, earlier tonight, you'd found a little secret he'd been hiding away in the closet. A black leather collar, with gold clasps and metal and such, complete with a leash.

And that's how he ended up on his knees at the foot of the bed, going down on you harder and faster than he ever had before, aided by your hand in his silky blonde hair and the leash wrapped around your other, pulling him down onto your cock.

“Such a good pup, baby. You've always wanted this, haven't you? To be my good little puppy?” You said it with that domineering, almost condescending tone reserved for moments of utter domination like this. And God, the way he whimpered as he slobbered all over your shaft. A sure, sloppy sign of affirmation.

This was always what he wanted, even if he didn't know it at the time.

Sam gagged on you, hard, his throat tightening around you as you moaned out into the air. “Good pet. Such a good puppy.” Your voice was wavering under the pleasure he was giving you. Yoba, his mouth felt amazing. His tongue was flat on the underside of your shaft, practically hugging you as he looked up with that half-lidded cock-drunk look in his eye.

He was trying so hard to please you, and it was paying off. “Gonna cum down your throat, pup. Fuck, you’re so good for me…” Your voice trailed off into moans and gasps, as you gripped his hair a little tighter, pulled the leash a little bit harder, and thrust your hips against his face a little faster.

Sam’s tongue felt amazing on your cock, and it was hard to get enough. You could barely think, your mind blurring into a haze as the hand in his hair started to push him down against your crotch. You were practically fucking his face now, if you weren’t before. “Be good for me and swallow it all, okay? Be good for me. So good…” You were leaning over him now, bucking your hips against his face, wild grunts and groans escaping your throat. You could hear the way his hands pumped around his own length, slick with precum and anticipation.

His moans were what really drove you over the edge. The way his tongue and mouth vibrated, deep and guttural around your dick as he voiced his own pleasure had your skin running wild. You couldn’t hold it anymore, your body shaking as you pulled the leash taut, choking him further as you forced him, albeit very willingly, to deepthroat you. What felt like gallons of strings of thick, sticky, hot cum spilled down his throat, as he spurted his own seed onto the floor. You held him there for a good couple seconds, letting him swallow, feeling those last little bits of undulation and pleasure you can get him to muster, before finally letting the leash go slack.

Sam pulls his mouth off you, coughing a little and sputtering as he recollects himself, leaning his head against your thigh. In between small coughing fits and catching his breath, he looks up at you. “Did… Did I do good?” You nod, hand gently carding through his hair, your dick softening as you rest back on your elbows. “Yeah. You were amazing for me, Sam. Perfect, even.”

You used what grip you had left on the leash to make him stand up, pulling him onto your lap. You slide your hand up to his neck, gently stroking the black leather of the collar. You let a finger slide into the ring on the front, pulling him closer as you unclipped the leash. “Wait, do you really wanna kiss me after I just-” You laughed, bringing your lips to rest just in front of his. “Sam, I do not give a fuck. Let me kiss you.” He smiled, that sort of gentle and genuine smile that brightens your day, and lets you pull him into it.

The kiss itself is gentle, passionate, short, and loving. He sits on your lap, gently moving as you place a hand behind his head and stroke his hair. As your lips finally part, he looks at you with an adorable smile. Your look, however, is of mischief. “Now… you’re gonna go clean your cum off the floor, and I’ll go get a bath ready.” He groans a little before stepping off your lap, still entirely naked, and grabs a towel.

As you walk past him to go get the bath ready, you stop next to him. He cranes his neck to look up at you, as you pat his head. You look him up and down, smiling gently. “Good boy.”

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Beelzebub NSFW Alphabet

Warning: As the title said, this is nsfw! SO MINORS DNI!!

SORRY FOR THE LACK OF CONTENT Y'ALL LIFE HAS BEEN HELLA BUSY SMH BUT HERE'S A TREAT FOR YOU GUYS <33

A: Aftercare (What are they like afterwards?)

Snacks all around baby!!! And ofc cuddles too! He is a HUGE cuddler after sex, and has a huge stash of snacks and drinks. He’d make sure you get a snack in you and cleaned off before you both end up passing out or going on about your day.

B: Body (What's the favorite body part or parts of their partner's? What is their partner's favorite body part or parts of theirs?)

He’s such an ass man. He loves to see the way your ass jiggles as he fucks up into you. OR when you’re riding him, he constantly has to have his hands on your ass at all times. Even if you don’t have much of a jiggle, he still loves your ass no matter what shape or size it comes in <33

C: Cum (What do they do with it?)

MESSY BOY <3 He gets it everywhere if you ask. BUT he really loves to fill you with his cum. Be prepared though because he’s got A LOT of it

D: Dirty Secret (What's their dirty secret, if they have one?)

He wants to try food play obvs but never dares bring it up with you in case you’re probably weirded out by it. Cover you in whip cream or special body chocolate. He just wants to lick you clean of that shit y'know?

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

He’s not exactly a virgin, but he doesn’t have nearly as much experience as let’s say Asmo or Mammon. He kind of knows what he’s doing but also you may have to guide him a little,,,

F: Favorite Position (What's their favorite position?)

Mating press for sure. He likes to see how far he can press you up against the bed and just pound into you as you cling onto his back or hair and just scream his name

G: Goofy (Are they more serious or humorous during sex?)

He’s definitely more serious during sex, but that’s just because he’s so focused on trying to make you feel good AND trying not to hurt you. He’s BIG so there’s a lot of prep involved

H: Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

He keeps it fairly clean!! It’s not as crazy hairy down there as you may think. He keeps up on his hygiene and such due to working out and all that

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they during the moment?)

Pretty romantic! He wants to make this special each time (unless his urges get the best of him and all he can think about is just slamming you again the bed and pounding you into oblivion) but most of the time he’s pretty soft and romantic with it <3

J: Jack Off (How often do they jack off? Do they do it at all?)

He’s not really one to jack off. If he really needs it, he’ll go to you! Unless he absolutely can’t then he will jerk himself off but most times he can just find you and will pout at you until you get the hint and give him the sloppy toppy of his life

K: Kink (How many kinks do they have?)

BREEDING, food play, pet names (he likes to be called puppy when he’s in a subby mood!!) biting/marking, thigh fucking, facesitting.  Overall he’s kind of vanilla?? Maybe slight exhibitionism. Just because he’s not too knowledgeable about most kinks. BUT that doesn’t mean he’s not willing to try something with you! Who knows? He might like it!

L: Location (What are their favorite locations?)

His bedroom, the kitchen and his locker room at RAD. He kind of likes the feeling of getting caught. Even if he plays dumb about it, he secretly likes the feeling of knowing that he had gotten caught fucking you and other people got to see that you’re HIS.

M: Motivation (What turns them on?)

Rub at his chest and whisper in his ear. He likes to have you feel up on him,,, ALSO just be showy and let him know how much you want him. Hell, even if you are upfront about it. He’s not easily as motivated as say Levi, Asmo, or Mammon but if you try hard enough it won’t take long to make him crumble

N: No (What are their turn offs?)

SHARING YOU. Most people think that he’d be down for sharing you with his twin but that’s actually not the case at all!! He’s just as territorial if not more than his brothers. He wants you ALL to himself and he’s not afraid to let them know! He’s not as vocal or upfront with his possessiveness but it’s definitely there,,

O: Oral (Do they prefer giving or receiving? How good are they at it?)

LITERALLY THE NUMBER ONE GOD AT ORAL. Like are you KIDDING me?? Doesn’t matter if you have a dick or vag, THIS MAN IS ALL UP IN THAT SHIT. He won’t let you go until his hunger is satisfied. Which lemme tell you, you are going to have to pRY HIM OFF to give you a damn break because he could stay sucking you off/eating you out for fucking hours-

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough or do they like to me more slow and sensual?)

Likes to keep it slow and sensual when he can!! Just because he knows he’s big and doesn’t really like the thought of hurting you. Buuut that quickly goes out the window within five minutes because you just feel so good that he just can’t help but slam into you at full speeds. You’re like his slice of heaven and he can’t get enough of you fr

Q: Quickie (What do they think about quickies?)

Not a big fan of quickies particularly EXCEPT before his sports games or during school. Any other time he’ll take as long as he wants with you

R: Risk (Do they like to experiment and take risks?)

Oh absolutely. In a broom closet at RAD, in his locker room, in the KITCHEN, he’ll take you nearly anywhere if you just ask him to. He doesn’t care! Sure the bedroom is technically his preferred route most of the time but there’s definitely nothing wrong with a bit of risk <3

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go? How long do they last?)

LONG TIME. Maybe,,, 7? 8? Rounds? Now you may be thinking, “Holy crap!! That’s a lot!” WELL DUH! Mans is in sports and works out on the daily. You don’t think he can’t fuck just as long too?

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He doesn’t mind them if you want to use them but prefers to go without them. He can do just as much without them anyway

U: Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Not much of a teaser, at least- not intentionally. He seems to tease you a lot but acts real dumb about it (dw, he knows exactly what he’s doing ;) )

V: Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Growls, low grunts and groans. Lots of praise though. He’s not necessarily vocal in the “loud” sense but in the talkative sense. He likes to let you know how much of a good job you’re doing and how good you feel

W: Wild Card (List a random hc here!)

One of his favorite pastimes is watching a cooking show while you cockwarm him. He is fully focused on the show bc it’s food related of course but you’re too busy drooling over his massive cock nearly splitting you in half. He tries to engage you in conversation all the while making sure to move his hips to tease you, asking you stuff about the show. Can you answer him? Who knows really-

X: X-Ray (What do they look like under their clothes?)

Big boy. He’s packing a good maybe uh- 9-10 inches? I dunno but he’s got quite the length and girth on him. Nearly monster cock sized if you ask me. There’s a ton of prep that’s gonna have to be used for you to fit comfortably but if you’re willing to risk it then by all means,,,

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s about average I’d say. Nothing too crazy but he could definitely handle a partner who does have a high sex drive. He wouldn’t mind that. But he also would respect and love a partner with a low drive just as much.

Z: Zzz (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

After he gets his lovely snack fill in, he snuggles right on up to you and it doesn’t take him long to pass out. He is rather warm compared to most of the brothers (Like Mammon) so he’s a naturally built heater! He could fall asleep pretty quickly after sex, given if he gets a snack or five in.

[gemttiem-ebianlavae-tiaviniat]

7x09 ficlet

Just wrote something down after seeing the stills for the upcoming episode. It kind of sucks, but I hope y'all see the vision I have.

Sort of spoilers so you will find the whole fic under the thingy.

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‘’Hey’’ Tommy spoke softly as he walked up to Buck.

‘’Hey’’ Buck replied with a soft smile on his face.

‘’So I was thinking we are both off tomorrow, maybe we could hang out or something.’’

‘’Yeah, I’d love that.’’ Buck replied looking a bit conflicted.

Noticing Buck’s demeanor, Tommy raised an eyebrow. ‘’But?’’

Buck sighed. Twiddling with his hands. ‘’I sort of already told Eddie I would watch Chris.’’

‘’Again?’’ Tommy asked, with no heat behind his words.

‘’Yeah, sorry.’’ Buck scratched the back of his neck. Giving Tommy and apologetic look.

Tommy placed his hands on Buck’s shoulders, rubbing up at down. ‘’No, you don’t need to apologize, I get it.’’

Buck gave him a grateful look.

‘’Things between him and Marisol are going great then, I guess?’’

Not even two weeks earlier Eddie was considering breaking things off with Marisol after finding out she was a nun. Buck had told Tommy all about it.

‘’I guess.’’ Buck replied shrugging his shoulders. ‘’He was being very secretive about it though. ‘’ He added looking a little confused. ‘’Eddie asked me when we were away from Chris and Marisol and asked if I wouldn’t mention it to them yet.’’

‘’Hmm.’’ Tommy nodded. ‘’Should we be worried?’’

‘’No.’’ Buck, replied quickly.  ‘’I mean, I know Eddie. He’s a good guy, probably has some fancy date planned.’’

‘’Must be nice.’’

Buck knows Tommy didn’t mean anything by it, but he still felt bad about having to decline Tommy’s offer. Buck bit his lip. ‘’I mean, you can join us tomorrow?’’

‘’You think that’s a good idea?’’ Tommy raised his eyebrows, adding softly. ‘’ I wouldn’t wanna impose.’’

‘’Yeah ofc. Chris likes you, he’d love to have you around’’

‘’Yeah?’’ Tommy smiled softly.  ‘’Alright then.’’

‘’It’s a date. Sort off.’’ Buck grinned. ‘’Though we’d probably need to keep the PDA low.

‘’We?’’ Tommy asked amused.

‘’Yeah.’’

‘’I’m sorry who was the one with almost his hands down my pants just now?’’

‘’Shhh.’’ Buck looked around nervously, his cheeks turning red.

Tommy grinned at Buck’s reaction.

A few minutes earlier Buck was basically draped over Tommy. Holding his hand, and kissing his palm. Hugging him from behind, giving a sloppy cheek kiss. Buck couldn’t help himself. Tommy looked fucking amazing in his suit. No one could blame him for being a little hands on. And if it annoyed a certain someone from Tommy’s past that made Tommy act like he was back in middle school, being bullied by a bigger kid. Then how could he not?

Tommy nudged Buck, murmering closely to his ear.

‘’Not that I’d  complain of course.’’

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When Eddie dropped Chris of at Buck’s. Tommy was already there. He was a bit nervous. Did Chris even want him there? When Chris walked through the door he had excitedly yelled Buck’s name. When he saw Tommy he looked a bit confused.

Tommy was in the kitchen making a snack as Chris watched Buck set up their game.  ‘’When dad said you wanted to hang out I wasn’t expecting tommy to be here.’’ Chris said just above a whisper to Buck.

Buck was confused. Eddie had told Chris that he wanted to spend time with him, and not that he had another date with Marisol. What was going on? Noticing Buck’s demeanor Chris added. ‘’It’s okay though, I like Tommy.’’

Hearing those words made Buck snap out of his thoughts. His heart skipped a beat, a wide smile appeared on his face.

‘’Yeah? I do too.’’

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After what felt like hours of gaming, Tommy had suggested to go somewhere outside. The weather was nice and it would be a shame to spent it all day inside. Buck and Chris agreed. So they ended up at the park. Tommy had just bought the three of them Ice creams.

‘’So you and tommy are dating? Is he your boyfriend then?’’ Chris asked taking a lick from his ice cream.

Buck didn’t know what to answer. Him and Tommy never talked about what they were before. They had been on a total of three dates, one which was a failure, the coffee date was nice and their last date was the wedding, sort of. Scheduling didn’t work in their favor unfortunately.

Noticing Buck wasn’t sure how to respond, Tommy answered for him. ‘’You’re putting me in a difficult spot here kid.’’ Tommy said with a serious look. ‘’I haven’t had the chance to ask him to be my boyfriend yet.’’ He added smiling, winking at Buck.

Buck blushed at his words. He was going to say something when he caught something in the corner of his eye.

Eddie was at the park. He was in a boat on the lake. A very romantic date, if it would have been Eddie and Marisol, but with him wasn’t Marisol. It was another woman. And they were laughing and smiling and she just pulled Eddie in for a kiss.

Eddie was cheating on Marisol? Eddie the nester Diaz? Buck couldn’t believe his eyes. Tommy Followed Buck’s gaze for a split second, realized what he was looking at and shared a look, before Chris could follow what was going on, Buck stood up pulling the attention to him.

‘’How about we go to the Zoo? We haven’t been in a while and I am sure Tommy would want to visit?’’ Buck gave a look at Tommy, silently begging him to help him out.

‘’Yeah, I’d like to go to the zoo.’’ Tommy said, standing up next to Buck, making sure Chris wouldn’t look the other way.

Chris looked confused, but didn’t protest.

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‘’We should talk to him right?’’ Buck asked Tommy that night. Eddie had picked up Chris a few minutes earlier. Buck had asked him how his date with Marisol went and Eddie had replied that it was good. That he owed Buck for watching Chris. Buck couldn’t look Eddie in the eyes.

‘’I don’t know..’’ Tommy said unsure as he was leaning against Buck’s kitchen counter. ‘’Whatever is going on, Eddie probably didn’t want to involve you.’’ He added, folding his arms over each other as he shrugged.

��’He’s my best friend. I just didn’t think he’d ever lie to me, we tell each other everything.’’ Buck said, pacing around in the room.

‘’Everything?’’ Tommy raised an eyebrow.

‘’Well yeah, he has my back and I have his and all that. I just don’t understand why he would keep this from me.’’ Buck sighed, rubbing his hands over his face. What was going on with Eddie?

‘’Hey, come here.’’ Tommy said as he watched Buck. He pulled him into a hug. ‘’Why don’t you talk to him about it tomorrow?’’ Tommy kissed the birthmark on Buck’s face. Buck sighed holding onto him. Tommy, as short as he had been in Buck’s life, always had a way to make Buck feel better.

‘’Yeah, I will.’’

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

I feel like you have made such a safe space and I really need to tell you my IRL Erik moment after reading about my girl with fairytale ending with her bestie <3

Um.. I thought I gave pretty good head y'all. Truly I did. But then last week I came face to face with a man who humbled the fuck out of me and my knees are still so weak still from his presence. 🫠

Ok so boom! I was on my period and we had been flirting for awhile so although we agreed to hang out my master plan was originally to come in the door looking good, charm him with my wit, and give him some bomb sloppy toppy to blow his mind and make him really be feenin for wanting to fuck me later on.... I know, I know. I was trying to be on my femme fatale Charlie's Angel shit and failed miserably 🙄

Hunny did I ever get humbled so quickly. I'll keep it short but BABY let me tell you the shock in my soul when I saw it...he has the longest dick I've ever seen in person. Like I seriously had my two hands cranking at the base and still had a mouth full of dick at the top. It was insane.

I walked in with confidence and walked out as happy and broken woman lmfao. We were kissing and touching and I told him I wanted to take care of him. He asked how and when he realized what I wanted to do he was like "ok ma but if u want that ur gonna have to pull him out" so me being me went straight to pull that shit out. No going back.

I was feeling myself at first. In my head like go meeeee mini superhead!! I got this boo.

I think he was amused by my attempts to swallow him y'all I could tell he was enjoying it but my deep throat was leaving some dick unsucked and he wanted more from me

Next thing I know this man is standing on the bed. One hand on the ceiling and the other is gently on the back of my head guiding me so he can fuck my mouth. TRAINING MY THROAT. 😭 He was sticking it down my throat until I gasped for air and he pulled out and then he did it over and over again.... 😫 It worked too cuz when he laid me back on the bed and told me to try again baby I was down on that thang further than I knew I could handle. I knew at that moment I fucked up and this man was not there to play with me and also that I must be a real freak cuz I loved every minute of that shit. I felt myself getting creamy from getting him off. Lord.

He really claimed my mouth and I'm not even mad about it. Then he has the nerve to be able to stop himself from cumming WELL so I was getting my throat fucked for like 40 mins 🥴 so yeah mission failed but he did nut and I sucked that shit down like it was the sweetest prize I've ever won! I worked hard for that!!! It felt so powerful to see him submit to me for even a second. This powerful man gave me some of his power in that moment and it tasted so sweet too lol

THE ICING ON THE CAKE? When we were done he takes a towel and gets some warm water on it and starts cleaning my face GENTLY.... INTIMATELY.... Staring me in my eyes while he slowly wiped my mouth, eyebrows, bridge of nose 😭😭😭😭

So yeah I'm in lust now. This is how stalkers are created I just know it....smfh

We are on opposite schedules so idk when I'll see him again. He tried to hit me up yesterday but I couldn't get to him and I was kicking myself. I'm off myself and ready to get dicked down 😭 I feel like such a stalker though cuz this man has me in an actual chokehold just from that.

Sorry I didn't edit this!! Thank you for letting me get this off my chest. I feel better now 🥹

Y'all please pray I get some help soon lmao

😩😩🥵🥵😭😭🤯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

“Okay ma but if you want that you’re gonna have to pull him out.”

Bruh!!!!!!! And the after care while staring you in the eyes on some “that’s my good girl.” Shit?!!!!!’

This was too damn good!!!!!

Thanks for sharing!

[ghostoffuturespast]

WIP Whenever

Tagged by @wanderingaldecaldo @morganlefaye79 @streetkid-named-desire @corpocyborg Thanks y'all! 🧡👻

The writing front has been very slow lately. Ideally I need like 6-8 hour blocks of time to just sit down and write, and my one day to do that has been occupied by social things and appointments the past few weeks. So writing has been minimal and in the tiniest bits and pieces. I do have a pretty solid 10 pages rn though, so I'll take it.

A lot of times for sections with a lot of dialogue, I'll write the dialogue first to make sure I really nail the flow of the conversation then go back and add all the speaker tags and actions. For this snippet I removed my mess of notes about who's saying what, so you all can have fun guessing lol!

One of my fav things to do is incorporate world-building and plot relevant details in as dialogue. It's a really seamless way of informing readers but it's also a subtle form of foreshadowing on my end.

Me and my multi-chapter setups, playin' the long game here...

Wash, sorry in advance for shit talking your woman. I think it's hilarious that Mitch is in on this too though lol

“–Militech’s been awfully agitated lately, saw a twenty vehicle caravan cruising around the 101 on that last scouting trip. Don’t think they’re planning on sniffing around here do you?” “If they were lookin’ for the panzer they would’ve come and collected by now. Think it’s the fact that Arasaka’s stocks are in the shitter. And it ain’t just them either. You know the corps, always tryin’ to sniff out opportunity.” “Yorinobu’s been doing a sloppy job of sweeping this whole debacle under the rug. Ever since he took over it’s been one mistake after another. It’s about time the whole empire toppled.”   “I imagine the president is trying to see how far she can push her luck.” "Don’t think it’ll hurt her chances? Even with it being an election year?" "Pfft, please. There hasn’t been an honest election since [insert date here]" “After her last attempt, you’d think President Myers would’ve learned her fucking lesson by now. Unification my ass.” "Well, with Arasaka hobbled and a newly elected mayor, what better time to test the waters? Militech and the NUSA have all the opening they need to jam their feet in the door." “Ugh, do we really have to talk about corp drama over dinner? Again. That is all you old farts have been talking about recently.” “Seeing as Militech backs the NUSA and that they’re contracted to guard the borders between the NUSA and the Free states. Yes, we are talking about it, Panam. As one of the leaders for this family you should be paying attention to these kinds of things. They are the ones we have to tangle with every time we move." “Yes, because politics is such an influence on all the illegal activities that are our livelihood. Does it really matter which corporation or government is in charge of what? They are all the same. We will figure it out regardless.”   "It helps to know the players on the table. Who they are. What they want. The more information you have the easier it is to navigate the situation, read the field." "As much as I see your point, I was really hoping to avoid the leadership lessons for at least one meal." "It’s not a responsibility you get to turn on and off, Panam." "Well, Saul, any chance those leadership lessons will help sort out the kitchen? It’s been mystery chili for the fifth night in a row."

Also, I found these fun series of videos which are an abbreviated history on NC! If you're into unraveling all the lore like I am or just need something that doesn't require a ton of research, these are great little primer!

Tagging with no pressure: All the people that tagged me @wanderingaldecaldo @morganlefaye79 @streetkid-named-desire @corpocyborg & @shimmer-like-agirl @baublekute @elmknight @mynonsenseistingling @vox-monstera @fly-amanitaa @spacervanguard @scarlettspectra

And it doesn't have to be writing or CP2077 related!

[starrynyx]

sorry i just saw the most cabin fever take of all time that the ending of go2 was inarguably well-written but ofmd was sloppy and failed the promise of the premise of queer joy and i just 🫣 y'all. go2 was BAD!! aziraphale completely regressed as a character, and for what? and sorry but for your first on-screen kiss to be so angry, so nonconsensual, followed by the line "i forgive you" LIKE!! as a queer person it made me want to crawl out of my skin. it felt like drama for the sake of drama, a complete plateau quality of storytelling. and that's not even to mention the flat-as-fuck, cookie-cutter lesbian b-plot that did nothing to serve the narrative except let fans online go "yay, lesbians!"

meanwhile ofmd leveled tf up by adding some actual stakes, complicating the queer relationships and letting them evolve not just romantically but familialy, and giving a beloved character a meaningful death. a death that will now serve as the rallying cry for the final battle (you KNOW the crew is charging into the dark night of the soul with "FOR IZZY!" on their lips. you KNOW)

if you think killing a character = lazy writing, all i can say is i'm sorry you were brought up in the age of bad television. because yeah, supernatural, the walking dead, hp, etc all relied WAY too heavily on trauma porn and shock value. but that should not mean no one is allowed to die in media ever again. you can FEEL how much con loves playing izzy in the performance, right up to the end. this is a beautiful, tragic, heroic arc. let him be celebrated for it and trust that the writers will find a way to make up for the loss next season

[defectivefanboy]

(the one who asked for the oral hcs,,) AFAB male reader please !! hence why i didn't specify fems.

Thank you for responding! I realized afterwards (and from a commenter) that AFAB doesn't always mean fem reader, but my little itty bitty pea brain couldn't register anything else in the moment, Sorry 'bout that.

It may seem a bit OOC or something Crimson might not even do ,, but can we get some cunnilingus hcs with Crimson x AFAB s/o???

Overall notes: Stories written on this blog are GN until specified. While this story uses they/them pronouns, and while I don't mind female readers on my blog/interacting, love my girlies, hey girlies~, but I do not write for y'all, and if you are a fetishizer. fuck off??? ew. How would you even do that on an x reader???

C/W: Cunnilingus, Possessive Crimson, slight voyerism?? (sorry al), mentions of overstimulation, Degrading

Notes: this took a bit longer to write, and I low-key feel like it's dry. Im still a bit shy with smut and NSFW, other then that I hope you enjoy

Cunnilingus with Crimson...

never thought I would ever write that...

I'm just surprised as he is on how you two got here.

Let's state the facts he'll NEVER be on his knees, opting to have you placed upon the closest desk, table, shit even a tall wall. Anything he can find.

Other than the fact he's an old man and probably has bad knees. He's still believes he's took good for that.

He'll save that for his darling. You do look better down there anyway. <3

Continuing on....

He started off the day as a man hungry for power, guess he never met you.

It's like he's a starved man when he sets you upon the table, head tucked between your legs.

That high class and expensive front he puts on for show is stripped down to a sloppy mess.

His face is covered in your cum as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

I don't know who's pleasure he's doing it for anymore, yours or his

He will say it for yours as he forces another orgasm out of you, wiping his cheek on your thigh with a sly smirk,

"Tsk, look at the mess you made. Now who do you think is gonna have to clean this up? You need to be taught a lesson, brat..."

"taught a lesson" he says as he drives right back down between your legs, his tongue happily taking its place inside you once again.

And if you grab his horns to pull him closer, better not have anything planned for the rest of the day... or two.

You're just telling him to indulge himself in you, and who is he to say no.

Especially when the roll of your hips on his face contradicts the pleads for him to take a break or slow down.

Sorry, my love that's simply not possible.

Not when he just started jerking himself off as he licks you clean after another orgasm.

Oh he definitely keeps your underwear.

He’s a major pervert. Im sorry, but sir why do you know where to get an abundance of dildos? And who just INSTALLED WITHOUT QUESTION??

So remember to keep in mind every time he slips them off you. They will just end up in his pocket...

and if he doesn’t have pockets well, he’ll just hand them to Alessio, his right hand man/body guard.

“No need to worry about him, doll. He’s just here to make sure no can interrupt us.~ Isn’t that that right, Alessio.”

The shark would keep his eyes on the door, even the mob bosses right hand man wasn’t allowed to sneak a peak.

Last time that happened Crim almost lost a right hand man.

Crimson’s a greedy man, but if you were to ask either Al or you, he was a glutton.

and it seems the two became the perfect mix when it came to his darling.

All he needed you to do is to sit there and look pretty for him. You'll behave for him, right?

His only issue is he make it a priority to ruin you the minute you walk into his line of sight.

After all this mob work he deserves to have some down time, yeah?

Better not have worn anything that cost too much, he's not patient enough to have you to let you slip out of what your wearing.

He rather just rip what ever covers your body off instead.

You did get all dressed up for him didn’t you? He should be allowed to unwrap his gift in anyway he sees fit.

all you have to do is spread your legs for him, just for a little bit won't you? You don’t even have to get him off… at least not right now <3

Though, he’s not keen on asking twice and he’ll definitely not gonna beg.

If you tease him enough, a growl will rumble from his the back of throat as his gold tooth makes itself known.

But when he finally gets you, the grip on your thighs leave an angry bruise in its wake.

Two of his fingers slipping into your plush walls, while he gets lost in thought sucking on his favorite bundle of nerves.

And while this is all happening he'll stare up at you with a degrading look.

"Is that really all it takes for you to submit to me? A few fingers in you and you finally shut up for once. What a spoiled brat you are."

[celestiall0tus]

Update Moving into February thru March

Hello everyone! It's been a hot minute since I did one of these updates, but I figured I would share what is going on and the content that I'm working on. So, let's crack into this.

Miraculous AU and Separate Worlds remains shelved. Sorry everyone. Absolution does as well until I enter a macabre mood, so hope for a wacky lunar cycle like October 2023.

Paradise is temporarily shelved while I work on other projects as the inspiration is flowing with them.

Into the Fire and Lady and the Scoundrel will be worked on periodically. I have ideas floating around for the progression of them, it's just a matter of finding the motivation to write them. The ideas are there, just lacking in motivation.

Salvation is going to receive some love. So, after reading the existing chapters to a young gremlin that wanted to hear the story, I was absolutely appalled by the quality of writing. I literally looked at my IRL friend and told her how shit the fucking writing was and how ashamed of myself I let it see the light of day. A few grammar errors are one thing, but Salvation was a chore to read. So, expect that to be edited down again and reblogged. That must be done before I consider continuing the story. I personally apologize for letting such sloppy writing be posted. Shame on me.

Amaranthine I want to finish. I had hit a small snag in the writing as I needed to reassign kwamis to the heroes for the final mission. I had ideas floating around, but it wasn't until chatting with a pair in my discord (which shoutout to @authorambermkestner and @adventuremaker21 for helping me gather my thoughts) that I was able to assign the team kwamis for the final mission. Designs are made for the four getting new kwamis that I may get colored soon, or after I write more of Amaranthine, we'll see. Just know I am in the home stretch, I had hit a small snag, but it's resolved and will be finished soon.

Court of Miracles I'm working on periodically (having a cocreator helps with the muse, thank you anon <3). As I work on Court, I will get designs out as I write as there are a lot of designs to make and have found that this is the best for me to get the designs done.

Scions is the current that I'm working on as the newest piece. Designs for this will be done as I move through the story. I have the primary designs done (save for Marc and his is coming). A lot of the cast will either be quest givers or enemies moving forward. I have some fun ideas lined up for the "campaign."

Siren's Song is... having a small change. I know I keep saying I want to do more just casual storytelling, but I end up lying to myself and y'all. So, here I am again to say that I will be writing it out because that's just me. However, I keep to this for Siren's Song. This is meant to be something of a collab of sorts. I have a skeleton of what I'm thinking for a lot of plot and plot points. I will be open throughout the entire story to suggestions for other ideas, plot points, etc. So, to anyone that want to participate in a zany, crazy au where we just let loose and indulge in madness (like my norm). As such, expect a little bit more detail on Siren's Song come tomorrow (it's about midnight for me as typing this, so sleep soon)

Now, I know that sounds really stupid to write this way and why not just "write what you want?" One, I've written a lot of what I want, which is extremely dark, angst riddled, and borderline macabre (ignoring Absolution that is a full on horror). Make no mistake, I've got such plans with Siren's Song that involve angst for you, my dear audience that eats that shit up (and for that I love y'all <3) So, I still am, but also am having a lot of fun doing a collab writing. So, since this whole Siren's Song, Ivangami stuff started by an anon just suggesting it and liking the ship, which grew from there, I wanted to involve my audience as the initial concept came from y'all and grew from y'all. It was honestly fun making something a little more catered to what y'all wanted to see while having my own fun. Again, more details will come in the morning.

That is all for the time being. I thank y'all for the support that y'all have given me and look forward to more devilish writings in the future.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 24

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Seb have a pretty serious talk about your feelings. (This is super fluffy, don’t worry)

Author’s Note: This chapter and the next were originally one chapter, but I wanted to save y'all the word count, so I'm sorry it ends sort of abruptly :')

As always, enjoy and take care x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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“This is gonna burn, okay?” “I know, I know…” I groan. I close my eyes, preparing myself for pain. “Just do it.”

Softly cradling my hand in one of his own, Seb uses the other to press an antiseptic-soaked cotton ball to the wound he’d created on my leg. I suck in through my teeth and crinkle my nose, forming a death grip around his palm. 

“Doin’ so good, baby,” he reassures me. Through teary eyes, I look into his, reciprocating the soft smile that graces his lips. He leans in to place a light kiss on my grin before pointing his attention to the next afflicted area: my neck.

“I’m… I’m so sorry,” he laughs. “For all of this.” He vaguely gestures at my marks. “The biting,” he picks up the bottle of medicinal liquid and sways it a little, “This shit…”

I shake my head. “I would’ve stopped you if I needed you to.” 

“I know. Still...” He trails off, then softly whispers, “Ready?” and places a newly soaked piece of cotton onto my throat once I’ve nodded. 

Through hisses, I chuckle. “It was like… ridiculously hot, though.” I release my hand from his and bring it to his face. “I mean, we still gotta talk about… whatever,” I sigh. “As much as I loved how rough you were, I wish it were under different circumstances, y’know?”

Seb nods, closing his eyes and nustling into my touch. He looks exhausted. I feel exhausted. Too busy of a day. Too fucked out. 

He opens his eyes finally, and grabs a new cotton ball. “Just a little more,” he mutters. 

I unwrap the towel that I’d swaddled around my torso after Seb helped me clean up in the shower, and he softly traces the bites, bruises and hickies he’d marked me with. 

“Fuck.”

“Hm?”

Cheeks getting rosy, Seb looks down and dabs some liquid onto the cotton. He growls lowly, meeting my gaze through his lashes, “It’s a good look on you.” 

“Sicko,” I giggle. As if that didn’t make my heart skip a beat… as if I wouldn’t go for round two, if he wanted it. I’d sacrifice my insides being just as sore as my branded skin if it meant I got to experience that shit again. 

Before Sebastian can continue his first aid, I stand from the bathroom floor and tippy-toe so that I can inspect my body in the mirror above the sink. I trace the marks – they begin at my neck, and scatter downward in a sloppy line. My boobs took a real beating. I look like I was fucking wrecked. Which I was, obviously. But like damn. 

“Oh my god.”

“Hm?”

“I… kinda like it,” I whisper. Taking note of how red my own face is turning, I return to my previous spot.

“Yeah?” I nod shyly. Seb hums out a devilish chuckle, and I shiver at the noise. “‘Atta girl.”

“Shut up.” 

Instead of sitting back onto my towel, I throw it at him and accept the cool floor tiles.

Seb continues to tend my wounds: antiseptic, Neosporin, bandaids where needed, and lots of kisses and praise. Once he’s finished, I pick out a big tee and briefs to sleep in and grab some ice for my neck (these hickies are gnarly) while Seb makes us some tea. It’s, like, 3 in the morning, but I want nothing more than to cuddle and exist together for a little before we head to bed. 

I sit down cross-legged on the mattress, with a peacefully sleeping Cannoli to my right. When I reach to pet him, I accidentally wake him up. 

“Sorry, little man,” I mumble. 

He lets out a tiny trill, and rests his head back down for some more snoozes as I stroke his soft fur. Just when I lean my back against the wall, Seb returns with our tea. 

After handing me a mug, Seb joins the party, plopping down to my left. I take a sip of the soothing beverage and snuggle up to his side, being invited in with an outstretched arm. A short silence passes before I bring up something that’s been on my mind.

“Did… did you really think that I’d cheat on you, Seb?”

He sighs into his cup. “Not really…? I dunno.” He takes a sip, and I mimic his movements. “It’s just… the way Magnus talked to you. Or,” Seb puts up air quotes with the arm wrapped around me, “‘talked’ to you.” I lean further into Seb’s touch. He sighs and backtracks a little to explain himself, “I should fill you in more. So, like, I don’t have much going on with me in terms of magic, since I stopped my training so early.” I nod along. “Ever since he gave me… some potion,” I think back to the disgusting slop Magnus made me drink. I wonder if it was the same one. “...I’m able to use telepathy, and I have heightened instincts too. Like… think of a wolf or some shit, I dunno. It’s like that.” 

I stifle a laugh.

“What?”

I lower my voice an octave and say, “‘On all levels except physical, I am a–’” 

Seb snorts and nudges me, mumbling something about me shutting up. “I’m sorry,” I giggle as I nudge him back. 

“As I was saying,” he slowly continues, “I, like…” Seb takes a sec to pick out his wording. “I can very easily tell how people are feeling, if I really try to, if that makes sense? Like, I’m able to sniff out their distinct pheromones and whatever. Can hear their heartbeat from several feet away if I concentrate real hard. Whole buncha shit.”

I peer up, head still resting on Seb. I guess that’s why he’s always been so good at reading me, at being so frickin’ responsive to my feelings… it honestly explains a lot. It feels weird to know that was the spirits’ doing, in a way, rather than just some kind of convenient intuition.

“I… I know you kind of have it bad for Magnus.” A thick blush coats my skin as my eyes widen. He laughs. “See?” He didn’t even have to look at me to know how I was reacting. “It’s fine, like, crushes happen, and he’s fucking gorgeous even in that disguise he had goin’ on. I get it.” Something about the way Seb talks is comforting. As though he’s not hurt by it, or that he expected it even. 

“S-Seb, I mean… I guess…?” I mutter defeatedly. “I promise I’d never act on anything, though.”

“I know,” he smiles down at me. “I trust you. And regardless of what I said, I trust him too.”

Confused, considering what he had said, I reply with an inquisitive hum. 

“I know it’s probably my own self-consciousness fueling this shit, not anything that either of you did. Swear it.” I reach a reassuring hand down to his thigh, lightly rubbing as he talks. “But, even just thinking of the possibility that something could happen makes my skin crawl, (y/n). I really don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t.” My eyes are foggy, tears threatening to leave my lashlines, and my brows are upturned as I clutch the drink in my hand harder. “I don’t know how I can prove it to you, but I love you so fucking much. You’re the best thing that has happened to me in such a long time, and you’re my best friend. I don’t want to lose you either.”

He plants a kiss to my exposed forehead, mumbling his affection back against my skin.

“I asked this before, like during… you know…” I trail off, vaguely gesturing. He playfully sticks out his tongue at me, and I poke it back into his mouth with a wide grin. “But like, what is it about Magnus specifically that has you feeling like this?”

“I… I dunno,” he laughs. “Maybe seeing it firsthand did some shit to me. Like, I’ve noticed how easily flustered you can get, my dear.” I coil in further on myself, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed. Blushing at how easily the pet name rolls off his tongue. How easily he teases me into submission. He comforts me with another forehead smooch. “But, I’ve never watched your body react to someone else in such a similar way to how you are around me. That sucked. Or, well… I guess it felt weird, more than bad.” 

I simply nod, lowering my gaze down again. Not really knowing what to say.

A few silent beats go by, before my follow-up pops into my head. “I’m not, like, in love with anyone other than you, but I just… have a lot of love to give, I guess?” 

He groans. “Such a fuckin’ cornballll.”

I giggle into a sip of tea. “Shut up, I know, but it’s true!” I crack the knuckles of my free hand. “Never experienced so many people caring for me until I came here. And I’m so, so fucking grateful for it, but I don’t know what to do with all of it. It’s hard not to get so flustered.” I look back up, and Seb’s giving me the same dreamy, loving look that he’s given me a billion times before. It still makes the butterflies in my tummy go nuts. 

“I mean, you know how rough my past was. I don’t need to dive back into that.” 

He nods. 

“So, you can probably put together that this is the first time I’m with someone who gives half a shit about me. First time I’ve ever had actual friends who care about me, you included… First time anyone has made me feel special just for being myself. Nobody’s shown such genuine and enthusiastic interest in me like Sam, such compassion and empathy for me like you do, or such unconditional care towards me like Magnus.” 

I chip at the navy blue nail polish on my thumb using my pointer. I’ve accidentally picked up that fidget from Seb. “Even your mom is better to me than my own was when I was still in contact with her, which obviously doesn’t say much, but that doesn’t make me cherish it any less.” 

I take another gulp of tea before moving on to my next point. 

“So, I couldn’t tell you why Sam doesn’t woo me to the same degree that you do, or why Magnus… gets pretty close? I guess? Despite not having known him for long?” I wince. I firmly grasp Seb’s thigh, trying my best to be honest but also comfort him… and comfort myself as I accept these feelings. I want Seb to feel loved in every way I can manage; he probably knows that, as he plants another kiss of understanding to my head. 

“But I can’t help it. And I can’t help but want to reciprocate, either, in certain ways,” I admit, finally reaching my point. “I wouldn’t cheat, but I don’t want to push someone I care for out of my life just to try to avoid them making a move, or something… if that makes any sense.”

I feel Seb nod against me, his soft cheek pressed into my hair. “Ever heard of polyamory?” he murmurs.

I furrow my brows. “Yeah, why?”

He shrugs. “I just wonder if maybe that’s something you’d be into.”

I blink, taken aback a little by how relaxed he sounds talking about that. “I… I dunno, actually. I’ve never thought of it.” I peer up. “Have you ever tried it?”

“No,” he shakes his head, “was just a thought.”

I nod slowly. Being in a relationship with more than one person sounds exhausting. Even if it was consensual, I can’t imagine feeling too peachy about splitting my affection between people like that. 

But… I could try? Maybe? I dunno.

“D-do you want to try it?”

“Eh,” he dryly chuckles, seeming only half-okay with it. Seems like a good conversation to have if and when that time comes, rather than right now. “Sounds tiring.”

“Yeah, I was thinking the same.”

I finish my tea, and reach over Seb to place down the empty mug before curling myself up on his lap. He gladly welcomes me into his larger form. Holding me against him as if I’m the most precious thing in the world. 

“I really, really love you, Sebastian.”

“Why dontcha marry me then, (y/n)?” he whispers against my temple.

I blush and squeak at the suggestion, because of course I do. When he starts laughing at me, I snort and swat at him lightly. “In your dreams.”

Rather than quipping back, Seb just menacingly chuckles, peppering kisses all over my cheek. Making me giggle and shit. It’s utterly nauseating how in love I am. This man will be the fucking death of me.

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At some point in the night, Seb must’ve gotten up to turn off the lights and close my curtains, because I’ve woken up to a dark room and a meowing cat. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I plant a soft kiss on Seb’s head and climb over him so that I can give Cannoli his late breakfast and some water. It’s the last day before autumn, and my berries seemed almost ready to be picked yesterday, so I’ll check on those too. 

Cannoli happily chirps a few times as I fill his bowls, and I have to silence him with headpats and a soft but firm shhh here and there, so as to not wake Sebastian. It’s almost noon, but we did have a late and… ~active~ night. He deserves to rest.

Next, I slip on the cheap rubber boots and worn-down leather gloves I usually use to garden when it’s not sweltering and go outside, opting to shower later. I keep making the mistake of washing myself as soon as I get up – an old habit – and then being all gross within a few hours from farming and whatnot, thus wasting more water.

I taste test one of the first blueberries I see. Its sweet, slightly tart juice bursts in my mouth with a slight little crunch that you don’t often get from store-bought berries. These are amazing! I smile to myself, stealing another for myself and doing a happy little shimmy before putting them in my basket. I can’t believe I grew my own food. I might be able to make my first profit with this, too. Or maybe I can make a pie or something.

This is so sick!

I proudly hum a song that’s been stuck in my head recently as I work. I’m lost in thought: trying to decide what to plant over the next few days, pondering if I should sell most of these, or if I should just gift them (in raw or pastry form) to some of my neighbors to celebrate… fun stuff. Farmer stuff! But a deep clearing of a throat behind me startles me from my trance.

“Ah!”

I whip around, and find Magnus — undisguised at last, and strolling towards me from… Yoba knows where. Was he in the mountains, and came down this way to pop by? Did he teleport behind me at some point? So many possibilities. Unsure of whether to ask why he’s here, or how he got here in the first place, I end up just stuttering a bunch.

“It’s alright, you can do it,” he cheekily encourages me. 

I huff, despite the smile that curves onto my lips. “Fuck off.” I flick a blueberry his way, but he catches the bullet. Inspects it too. 

“Oh, thank you very much!” he remarks before eating it. He hums happily, and I can’t help but feel a bit proud of my crop. Maybe even a little flustered about the approval. 

Through a shy grin, I get back to work and ask, “What brings you here, Oh Great Wizard?” 

He chuckles smoothly. “I was hoping to discuss something with you. I see you’re busy though, so another time will suffice.” 

Thinking of Sebastian sleeping inside, I nod. I know he’ll be fine, but I feel like that discussion was a little too recent for his heart to handle seeing– feeling? me in this state again. 

I hope these feelings go away someday.

“Yeah, maybe sometime next week? I have a buncha big farming days coming up,” I say as I vaguely gesture around at the plants, grimacing a little. “Oh! Or tonight, if you’re gonna be at the beach to see the jellies.” Almost forgot about that.

“Of course!” Fuck, Magnus’ smile’s so fucking contagious. God fucking damnit. I can’t not mirror him. “Next week would probably be better, if— Oh?” His brows furrow.

“What?” I ask, my brows following suit.

He proceeds towards me and crouches, taking my chin between his thumb and forefinger, and tilting my head up. Towards him. He is so close. 

“W-what are you–” I stammer, becoming a blushing, blubbering, terrified, absolute fucking mess, before he turns my head to the side.

Oh.

I took the bandages off my neck when I woke up, to let them air out. 

Which means he can see the bites. 

Oh god oh fuck oh god oh fuck oh god oh fu–

“What happened, my dear?” he whispers. 

I glance at him through the corner of my eye, and despite the softness of his baritone voice, his eyes are a wild, angry red. Mine widen, and I look away. I feel the crimson of my face spreading to my ears. I’m trying to figure out how to tell him (without actually telling him) that I had incredibly kinky, rough, untamed sex… 

Because of him.

“Er…” I swallow hard and wiggle my head out of his grip, taking my hair in my hands and crossing it over my neck and lower face. Burying myself in it. Hiding myself as I realize that I’m also fucking pantless underneath this tee shirt, to top this all off... I can’t look him in the eyes. I just sit there and stare down at my crouched knees and hope that he gets the point.

A moment passes.

And then another.

And then, I hear a deep, shaky breath. “O-oh!” He sounds surprised, but his voice is more coarse than usual.

I glance up through my lashes and he’s looking off to the side. His irises are now a deeper, blood-like red – interesting? I thought they’d be pink, if anything – and his cheeks are coated in blush.

I slowly turn my head towards him again, before explaining, “I… I didn’t expect to see anyone yet, s-so I didn’t bother to put on any makeup, and–”

“Y-yes,” he clears his throat. “Yes, of course. No worries.”

I breathe out, and continue bravely, “Um. Magnus?” I shift my gaze back down when he brings his to mine.

“Yes?”

“D-did you figure it out on your own, or like…” I curl further in on myself as I speak. God I hope he didn’t read my mind.

“No! No, I worked it out for myself.” He airily chuckles. Whew. “I-I think it is best if I don't learn the details.”

“Yes! Yeah, absolutely! Please don’t!” 

“Mhm!” he hums and nods firmly. “I’m going to… Er…” he stammers, “I will see you soon, (y/n).” 

“Yeah, um. Have a good one, Mag,” I squeak. Mag? Way to make this worse, loser. 

And just like that, he’s gone. Teleported away as quickly as he possibly could’ve.

I groan out loud. I then kneel over and clutch a bunch of soil between my gloved fingers, groaning again. Cannoli walks up beside me, confused as to why I’m so angry at the ground. 

I pick him up and scream into the fur on his belly, hoping it’ll muffle enough that I can get my frustrations out without causing worry from Seb or anybody else who might be nearby. Cannoli whines, scratches me lightly on the forehead, escapes my arms, and runs away. Shoulda known better than to use a cat as a stress toy.

[afroafrofuturistfuture]

Switch: The Other Side Pt 10

An: I wish y'all knew what I was going through for this 😭 but it's finally here before the end of the year. The end of my very first fanfic. Whew! It was an undertaking for sure. Crazy that it's actually finished. I'm grateful for anyone who found it, reblogged it and read it all. Much much love and a happy new year to you all!

Masterlist is here!

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst, smut

Cw: 18+ (mdni), cuss words, hospital imagery, talks of cheating, sex stuff, p in v

Synopsis: Aged up Married Pro hero! Deku, Bakugo and Uraraka

The truth comes out

Katsuki slipped into the room and quietly shut the door behind him. He leaned against the door for a moment, strangely needing a moment to recover himself. It wasn’t just finding out what he just found out but it was seeing her again. He suddenly wanted to ask her everything. He hadn’t realized how much he really missed her until just then. He sighed.

“Katsuki?” Kami called him from the bed. She seemed a little drowsy but otherwise fine.

He approached her, pulling up the same chair Deku had occupied earlier. “Hey, Doll,” He reached out and ran his hand over her head. It felt strange to do. He wasn’t very affectionate but somehow he was trying to be comforting. Perhaps because their worlds were such a mess. “You feel better?”

She nodded slowly. “The doctor gave me drugs.”

He chuckled. “Good. I’m sorry I made you worry earlier.”

“No, no,” She tried to sit up. “I’m sorry I used my quirk on you. We promised we’d never and I-”

He waved a hand trying to calm her. “Don’t worry about it. I know why you did it. You were protecting the man you love.”

She fell silent, looking pensive.

“I know everything, Doll,” he told her softly.

He didn’t have enough time to process the tears that started to fall from her eyes. “Oh, Katsuki.” She whimpered. He’d never seen her so blubbery, it surprised him. She was also probably high on painkillers. “I didn’t think any of it was going to happen. I was bitter about you. I knew we were drifting apart, but when I heard what you’d said, I wasn’t even surprised. I think I was more bitter that you even found someone else to keep your attention while I was so lonely at that point. And Deku was…”

She trailed off, the look in her eyes getting dreamy. He could almost see it, as if she was replaying their whole relationship in her head, falling in love all over again.

He cleared his throat. “You don’t have to tell me, I know what he’s like.” He chuckled.

She sighed. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t handle things better. I could’ve made better decisions. Ochaco wasn’t happy with me at times either-”

“Wait,” She sat all the way up, looking more alert. “So it is Ochaco.”

“Oh,” The color in his cheeks started to match that of his eyes. “Yeah.”

“I knew it,” she muttered more to herself. “Tell me about it. About her.”

He was skeptical. “You really want to know?”

She thought about it and shrugged. “Maybe not in graphic detail but I want to know how she stole your heart.”

Shock made him flinch. “Who said she stole my-”

“Katsuki, please, I know you. I’m one of the few people that does. Just tell me. What’s she like in private?”

He sighed, and silently vowed he’d never admit how happy he was to be able to tell someone about her. “Well, she’s stubborn. A spitfire, not unlike yourself, but you’re like a simmering blue fire. She’s almost out of control, in the best way. She surprises me a lot. Sometimes she’s sloppy and too sweet and then she’s ashamed of it but I like everything about-” He paused, realizing how much he was saying and sighed. “It doesn’t matter though.”

Kami had laid back down on her side to look at him and pulled her blanket up to her chin. “Why not?”

He sighed. “What do you mean why? It’s not like we can have a life together. Plus, we argued because of me. We haven’t talked in so long.”

“Do you miss her?” Kami spoke around a yawn.

Did he miss her? He knew he did. There was no denying it. But he wasn’t the person he used to be. Their time apart helped him put some things in perspective. He couldn’t always have his way. For some people, sacrifices were worth it. His feelings had taken a hit but did that mean the whole relationship had to be thrown away? That was if she missed him too. Did she miss him? She never reached out but that wasn’t her fault. She was way more in control of her feelings than he was. When had she taken up so much space in his mind, in his life? Was he…in love with her?

He flinched when he heard Kami snoring. He’d been in his head so long, she’d fallen asleep. He was grateful but embarrassed anyway. His cheeks burned. There was very little he was afraid of. Villains and monsters alike he could take on any time. Facing his feelings? He was fucked.

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He quietly closed the door behind him and he saw Deku waiting alone where he left him. When they looked at each other, Deku hopped up right away. Katsuki raised his hands. “Down boy, she’s asleep.”

Deku had the decency to look embarrassed. “Sorry. I should probably be less obvious, huh?”

Katsuki shrugged. He was drained and distracted. Something about what Deku said sounded right. They scared off the reporters and paparazzi when Kami had first been admitted to the hospital but someone could be desperate enough to sell the gossip of their melodrama. “Right,” He nodded. But even knowing that, his mind was still elsewhere. “Is Ochaco still here?”

Deku shook his head. “She headed on home.” Katsuki nodded in response, deflating a bit. “But give her a call. You can probably go by.” Deku supplied. Katsuki finally focused in on his friend, perhaps his closest friend. His friend that he betrayed that still wanted to help him for some reason. It had always been like this for them. Katsuki aiming to bring Deku down but Deku always sticking by his side. Katsuki knew that Deku may never know what his friendship meant to him, to someone who always found it so hard to be understood and liked. Deku did it anyway. Stayed and stood by him anyway. Listened anyway. He was overwhelmed with the revelation yet again, because it wasn’t the first time he thought it and it probably wouldn’t be the last. He didn’t know if he’d ever be the friend he deserved but he’d want to try anyway. His feelings clogged his throat and as much as he wanted to express even a fraction of what he thought, he only touched Deku on the shoulder and said, “Thanks.”

Deku smiled at him anyway, no malice in sight, before he retreated into Kami’s hospital room.

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Katsuki was very rarely unsure of himself. But as he sat outside of Deku and Ochaco’s home, he wrung the steering wheel trying to navigate the feeling of uncertainty. He did call and she did say he could come by and now he was stuck trying to swallow his pride around the lump in his throat that didn’t want to go away. He knew he’d have to apologize and he was never good at that. She was good at bringing his feelings to the surface, another thing he would have to deal with seeing her again. That was nerve wracking. He was so caught up, he jumped when his phone rang. It was her.

“Katsuki? Is everything okay?” He heard how concerned she was and it made his heart swell nearly painfully.

He swallowed before he spoke. “Yeah, yeah. Um, I’m outside.”

“Yeah, I see your car.” He knew she wasn’t teasing him or anything but he was infinitely more embarrassed to consider that she might’ve been watching him panic from her window. Jesus Christ.

“Right, right. I’m coming.” He hung up before she could answer and left his car before he lost his nerve.

She was already there waiting for him and he didn’t meet her eye as he side-stepped her into the cottage style home. He’d only been there a handful of times in the soft and welcoming space. It had Deku written all over it. He didn’t quite think of Ochaco being here. She was certainly soft in some ways but she had more rough edges than people knew. He fell onto one of their soft teal couches and felt it pull him down. He struggled against the too soft cushions to stay more upright.

Ochaco ignored his struggle as she stood near him. “Can I get you anything?”

“Water,” He demanded, although he knew he probably wouldn’t even drink it. He just wanted a moment to get his thoughts straight.

She came back rather quickly and handed him his glass while she sat with her own on the opposite end of the same couch. She took a gulp before she spoke. “I’m glad Kami is alright.” She sounded tense, like she didn’t know what else to say.

“I am too.” He said because he was in the same boat.

She sat her glass down on a coaster and started to wring her hands. “Deku told me how…how he’s in love with her.”

He nodded. “Interesting how that would happen from what we did,” he mumbled.

“Right.”

It was uncomfortably silent and he couldn’t deal with that.

His jaw tightened as he faced her. “Ochaco, I’m sorry” The words felt funny in his mouth but he pushed forward. “I’m not good at apologies but bear with me.” She stared, stunned and waiting. “I think I overreacted the last time I saw you. And I know it was because I was hurt. I didn’t know how to talk to you about it. I didn’t even think I cared about kids that much until you told me what you did. But it felt like you erased something huge. Like you got rid of the possibility of…” he paused, his mouth dry. He remembered his water, taking a hearty sip. He hoped his face would cool off as if that would ease his discomfort but the whole ordeal was pumping blood straight to his head. When her hand touched his, a light shiver traced down his spine. He looked at her and she looked back with encouragement and determination. He found whatever he needed there and took a breath before he spoke again. “I wanted you more than I thought,” he muttered.

She inhaled and held it. “Somewhere along the way, you got under my skin and I…didn’t want to believe it.”

She exhaled. “I feel the same way,” She said and began to ramble. “Katsuki, finding out I was pregnant was terrifying. Everything was so uncertain and I panicked. But I remember how sad I was. All I wanted to do was call you and be with you and have you tell me everything was going to be okay but I couldn’t do any of that. And I just acted because I needed to. And I don’t regret it because I don’t think it would have been right. I can still be sad about it. And I can still think about what it means. And I can still miss you all the time. And hope that you miss me and that you feel the same way I do and-”

“How do you feel about me?” His brows came together in uncertainty.

She only looked at him for a moment with her mouth agape as her face grew pink. “Um…I have feelings for you,” she nearly whispered.

He pulled his lips into his mouth as he nodded.

His response made her uncomfortable. She went on speaking. “I know you probably don’t feel the same but I-”

“Don’t.” He commanded, shutting his eyes.

“Don’t? Don’t what?”

“Don’t assume how I feel.” He opened his eyes and looked sharply at her.

“Oh. Then how do you feel?”

He sighed. “I like you,” he stated. “I like how ridiculous you are. You make me laugh and you excite me and I think about you and I miss you and, god dammit, you’re annoying.” He laughed. “But I want to wake up to you and know everything about you. I suck at this relationship shit clearly but I want to be worth it for you.”

Her hand was covering her mouth and her eyes looked glassy. “Are we gonna try and do this?” She mumbled.

He shrugged helplessly. “What else can we do? It’s not like we’re staying away from each other.”

“Do you really mean that?”

The worry in her voice almost made him answer sarcastically but the look on her face stopped him. She looked nervous and tense like she was waiting for something solid to finally rest her hopes on. He shifted towards her on the couch and reached out to wrap a hand around the back of her neck. His lips touched her as a promise. A sweet confirmation of his feelings. He pulled back briefly to rest his forehead against hers. “Yes, princess. I mean it.”

She leaned into him, her trembling lips pressing firmly against his. The hand on the back of her neck acted as an anchor, keeping her attached to him as he matched her hunger. He didn’t let go of her as he shifted her back against the arm of the couch. He maneuvered in between her legs, resting snuggly in one of his favorite places. He rutted up against her, causing a moan to escape her throat. He kissed her harder, reveling in every little response. The noises she made, the way her hips moved, her fingers sliding into his hair.

“Katsuki,” she muttered around his lips. He was pleased to hear his name again but he couldn’t be bothered to answer. Not now, not when he was back where he belonged. But she continued. “Katsuki, I’m hot, please take something off of me.” Now, that he could do. Without an auditory response, he lifted just enough for them to pull her [pants] off of her. With less friction, they both moaned as he slid against her again. She shuddered beneath him. Even as they grinded into each other, Katuski found himself content to only stay attached to her lips, their fingers in the other’s hair and ask for nothing more but Ochaco had other plans. “Katsuki,”she muttered again. “I missed you. I missed all of you. Please, please let me feel more of you.”

Finally he sighed as he leaned away from her. “Fuck, Doll, you make it hard to be good.” He chuckled.

“I could say the same to you.” He could see the lust darkening her eyes as she wiggled against him. He truly couldn’t resist when she did that. When she showed him she wanted it just as bad as he did, wanted him just as bad. In their everyday lives, she always acted so independent and she loved to prove how she didn’t need anyone. She wasn’t so prideful that she never asked for help but she liked to see how far she could get alone. When she knew she wanted him to do what only he could, he was the one swelling with pride. But he had to admit, even though he was so…swollen, a nagging fear made him stall and tease her.

He sat back on his knees. “You sure you don’t want me just for my body, Princess?” He framed it as a joke, delivered it like one. But somehow she saw through it and saw what he needed.

“Katsuki,” she ran a finger down his throat. “I want everything you want to give me. Your body, your time, your…,” she looked away, her already pink cheeks flushing even darker.

His eyebrow peaked and pulled back even farther. “My…?”

He could see her brace herself as she shifted her eyes back to his. “Your love.”

He moved automatically, pulling her up on her knees with him. He pulled her close to kiss but he didn’t just yet. “You want my love, princess?” His lips grazed hers as he spoke.

“Yes-” He cut her off with a hard kiss but she had more to say. “Yes, I fucking want your love.” It was like opening the floodgates for the both of them. Her words spilled over the desperate kisses he was giving her. “I want you to love me and I want to love you and I want forever-” she yelped when he lifted her swiftly and set her on the arm of the couch. He laughed as he pushed her thighs open.

“Forever? With me?” He laughed like it was ridiculous. “That’s a long fucking time, Princess. You really want to be annoyed that long?” He lowered himself onto his hands in front of her, pinching the damp material of her underwear.

She laughed with him. “Yes, and it’ll be okay because-” She gasped as his mouth connected greedily with her already wet slit.

He pulled away even though it killed him to do it. “Because…?” He ran a finger between her lips as he waited.

She giggled, her breath catching. “It’ll be okay because I know I’m gonna annoy you, too.” She moaned loud as he dove back into her with his tongue. It pleased him to no end to hear what she said and he would make sure to give her that same pleasure back. He was smiling against her as his tongue and fingers worked together to make her pant.

She gripped his hair hard. “Fuck, I’m already so close.”

Me, too, he thought. But he wasn’t going to come like she was. His heart was full. Terribly, uncomfortably full. He hated it but couldn’t deny it, couldn’t run from it anymore. Wouldn’t run from it. He wasn’t letting this go. He slid another finger in and plunged deeper as her words turned over in his mind again. I want you to love me and I want to love you and I want forever. Fuck.

Before he knew, she was tightening and shuddering and losing her voice. She curled forward and he lifted up to catch her and pull her down like a body slam onto the couch under him. “Need a minute?” He asked even though he didn’t want to give her one.

She shook her head slowly. “I’ll catch up.”

His veins were thrumming with the blood pumping towards his cock. She couldn’t be more perfect for him. He only shimmied his pants down far enough to release himself. This wasn’t going to take long at all and he didn’t even care. He was going to get to do this forever. He slid into her to the hilt with one thrust and his breath caught as he readjusted to her. He couldn’t move, could barely breathe, surrounded by her wet, tight, heat. Initially, she’d tensed when he entered her but once she was reacquainted with him, her body relaxed, her thighs falling open even farther to accommodate him. That was even worse.

“Ochaco, babydoll, I can’t give you my best right now.” He shook his head.

She grinned, reaching up to his face. “That’s okay, I know you’ll make it up to me later. Plus, I’m pretty sure you just sent me to nirvana with that orgasm just now.”

“Good, because I don’t know how many pumps you’re about to get out of me.”

“That’s okay, let go. Feel amazing for me, with me,” She looked incredibly sated and sleepy and he nodded as he finally, finally, moved his hips. He started groaning, his eyes shutting, as his pleasure went from 0 to 100 real quick. He was tingling in his toes and fingertips and siphoning air as he pumped faster. His release slammed into him like a linebacker and grunted forcefully, hips snapping a few more times before he stilled again. When he came back down, he peeked down at her.

She was grinning, looking like the picture of happiness. He smirked and kissed her forehead. “Are you okay?”

“Perfect.”

He realized something. “Shit, I came inside of you again.” He tensed.

“It’s okay. I’m on birth control this time.” She laughed. “But…even if I wasn’t…I think it would be okay anyway.”

He had no words to express what his heart did in response to that. “You don’t have to say that for my benefit.”

She tilted her head thoughtfully. “I’m not. I’m not ready to be a parent but I’m also not ready to let you go so…” she shrugged.

He kissed her then so she couldn’t see the wetness of his eyes. “Good, me neither.” He muttered into the crook of her neck. “And I’ll make sure I don’t have to.”

[mwolf0epsilon]

Whumptober Day 23: At the End of their Rope

Prompt: Forced to Kneel

Summary: A good soldier knows how to kneel on command. No matter the circumstances...

[I'm sorry to all the Fox lovers I'm really giving it to him this Whumptober. Thire is probably feeling it as hard as y'all.]

THIS STORY IS ALSO ON AO3

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Thire knew how the order of things went. The clones were bred to fight, trained to obey, sent off to die, and then left to rot in ditches. Discarded and forgotten, no better than a broken blaster.

No clone should ever mean more than their service to the Republic. No clone should ever dare to think or speak the mind that did not even belong to them. No clone should ever disobey their master.

Thire knew all these things. And yet he itched to do just that. Disobey...

The chancellor was not happy with the Coruscant Guard's performance. There had been an incident in the lower levels during a raid. A drug bust gone wrong, ending with 3 gang members dead and one civilian critically injured.

Their exhaustion had made them "sloppy", the once minute trickle of work becoming a steady stream of impossible tasks that left them barely any time to rest. And, naturally, the chancellor would not stand for such messes going unpunished. Or rather, he would not let Fox go unpunished.

The worst part? He liked to make a spectacle of it... Set an example for the rest of Fox's most trusted men.

He made them watch. He made them kneel and watch. And Thire loathed it more than he loathed his own existence.

The indignity of being forced to kneel before the demagolka that made their lives miserable, was only compounded by the horror of witnessing his vod beaten black and blue for things well beyond his control.

Every single one of them cringed with every meaty thwack of fists colliding with bare skin. Of wheezy breaths being pulled out of Fox's strained lungs. The air crackled with static and the stench of burning flesh, as the Red Guard used their electrostaffs to subdue the marshal commander.

Thire's knees hurt.

He was shaking in place, arms behind his back in a mockery of parade rest. To his right he could see Hound's eyes welling up as he tried to choke back sobs as he witnessed the beating. To his left he could hear Thorn's breath coming out in uneven huffs as his flared up nostrils and steely gaze tried to pierce the back of the bastard's heads.

If Stone felt the same amount of distress the three of them openly displayed, it did not show. He was stronger than them. An expert in detaching himself from his work. Their rock and foundation. Thire knew he was hurting just as much deep down.

It was honestly all just... Devastating. Knowing your place in the world and yet being so expendable that anything, even a slight mishap, could land you in a situation like this.

Fox had done no wrong, yet he paid for the sins others imposed upon him. Forced to perform to standards that were just not possible for a mortal man to achieve. And to then turn his disciplinary sessions into ones of humiliation in front of his peers? It was barbaric on many levels.

Or so the Jedi had lead Thire to believe... That escort mission still so very fresh in his mind. The one that got Jek transferred.

Jek... Thire wondered how he might be. He'd stopped comming, just like the others...

What would he think if he was here now? Kneeling besides them all, watching the chancellor's satisfied grin as he had Fox broken into a million pieces for them all to pick up and haphazardly glue back together again?

Would he still care? Now that he was a Frontie?

Thire did not know. All he knew was the order of things. The 7 golden rules of being a clone trooper. Of being property.

But little gods above and beyond how he wished he could be so bold as to disobey. Then maybe his conscience wouldn't hurt as badly as his knees did.

[globodamorte]

...is jeongdo planting memories in seongbin's head. hear me out.

ok first of all I literally almost threw up reading this episode. the music was a cool touch but the way jeongdo was pressing seongbin like "I need to humiliate him" "he's thinking he's better than us bc were being slandered by the media" (which btw way to make your personal feelings seep into the investigation asshole. the media is slandering y'all bc y'all are incompetent pigs. like. sometimes I thought I was going too far with jeongdo's obsession with seongbin but this confirms it for me. he's making it personal. he's making it about himself) "I need to come up with something doesn't matter if I'm wrong" "you were scared of being just like your mother" idk felt so icky to me. literally how dare you talk about his mother like that. how dare you bring up his abuse and purposefully trigger him.

"uuuhh but investigation tactics" if purposefully triggering trauma in people is investigation tactics then they're are abusive end of story lmao fuck off. there's ways to interrogate people without traumatizing them.

anyway.

we know seongbin said "I don't think I would do that". this highly indicates he doesn't remember killing anyone.

God fucking dammit I can't write properly I'm just so disappointed. I hate this lmao

anyway wtf was I saying. yeah he doesn't remember much and so the pressure of a policeman saying "we know what happened even though you don't" can fr just. make seongbin accept those "memories" as the truth. jeongdo may be literally gaslighting seongbin into believing that he did it.

like. idk how relatable this is. but yk that feeling when you don't know if something that seemed to have happened in your childhood actually happened or if it was a dream? also sometimes when I'm asked to recall something I don't remember, often I'll think "I can imagine/see myself doing this" but I'll still not know for certain. does that make sense? now imagine this feeling while being under severe mental distress

what I mean is seongbin is not in the right state of mind to be able to say for certain that he's remembering things. also jeongdo kept pressing and triggering him of course he'll not be stable enough to think properly. his mom just died too and the pigs that tased him are shit talking her.

I'm seriously so upset I might cry. bashi I'm gonna grab your foot when you're asleep.

I'm also so pissed at jeongdo fr IDC anymore. fucking pig I hope he chokes on mud

everyone in this webtoon is an unreliable narrator. so I can safely say that no, we can't be sure those "memories" are even real they could just be jeongdo's re-imagining of the murder

I hope maybe Dr. ju intervenes somehow. as the psychiatrist I hope she can do something. isn't this a thing like in trials? where you can object bc they're inducing the person to think/answer in a specific way? maybe she'll intervene bc his testimony won't be reliable idk whatever

I don't know what to say. this doesn't feel satisfying. the puzzle pieces seem to be falling into place but I keep thinking "this can't be it... it's too easy"

I can only hold on to the hope that I'm right on my meta analysis of the series as a whole and boy if I am right... oh boy...

but on the other hand I literally can't help but think that something's wrong. and idk maybe it's because I keep thinking there's No Way they'll go through this cliched overused and most of all offensive and ableist route. but what if they do? what then lol I'm seriously so sad

I can't even joke about how if there's a twist and it's not seongbin then I'll suck bashi so silly and sloppy like i feel defeated. they're torturing me they don't deserve my tornado blowjob... not now at least. even if bashi defeats the ableist allegations they won't defeat the psychological torturer ones 😔

to the one person who reads these. I'm so sorry this is so messy

[mx-ryder]

More thoughts on Hazbin Hotel

Alright alright alright, okay.

I know I already made a pretty lengthy post about this. But y'all. That was based on a single quote from this trashfire of an article.

ohhohoho, now. NOW

You will see my true thoughts/feelings about this piece, and how people consume media not aimed at or meant for them, completely misunderstand it, and then use their misunderstanding to make ridiculous claims about the media, like that it's bad, disappointing, badly written, etc. whatever.

How many times do we have to tell people this same thing?? If a piece of media wasn't for you, then you do not get to use that to claim it's bad. You know what's not for me?? Most zombie stories! Most romance novels! Especially "dark romance," gfdi.

You know what I don't do??

Consume a piece of media in one of those genres and then write a scathing review about it based solely on the fact that I don't enjoy that particular sort of media!!

So here. Here's a long-winded piece picking apart every single horrible point made in this sorry excuse for an article.

(Disclaimer: again, most of my views on HH are colored by my upbringing in a very conservative, right-wing, USA-based christianity. I'm sure my experiences differ from those who were raised catholic, or protestant, or really any actually named sect of christian. We were "home-school co-op and vote no on prop 8" christian. So when I talk about christianity and their beliefs/tenets, that's where I'm coming from.)

Here we go.

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 I knew it wouldn’t be for me, and planned on staying far away from both the show and the drama constantly swirling around it like a hurricane. 

Completely aware that this show was not for them. That they wouldn't enjoy it. They had no intention of watching it, until their boyfriend "made them" watch it. As if they didn't have a choice in the matter. And they try to couch in it a cute little "if we ended up hating it, we’d at least be able to give concrete reasons why, rather than just judging a book by its cover."

More than anything, though, I was just blown away by the sloppy writing. And no, I don’t just mean the constant forced swearing and dick jokes. I’m talking big picture stuff. It really, truly feels like a first draft written with no oversight. Writing that’s always telling instead of showing. Constant diversions to introduce insufferable new characters and subplots, even though the main cast is so woefully underdeveloped. Big emotional crescendos that never feel earned. A central conflict that makes no goddamn sense if you stop and think about it even briefly. I could go on and on. And I will!!

You realize this is all subjective, right? This is a story that was, by necessity and capitalism, forced to squeeze itself into eight. fucking. episodes. And those episodes do their darndest to give the cast as much development as possible. And I'm sorry, "a first draft written with no oversight"?? Do you realize how much "oversight" they probably had to work around? The oversight that forced them into an eight episode season (to avoid a lengthy run if it didn't perform as well as Amazon expected, of course) is the same oversight that made those character arcs fast-forwarded. And they're still so impactful despite their rushed-ness. I cried literal tears multiple times for this show. Because I was the target audience, and you were not, -I removed a particularly mean-spirited insulting name here, because I was angry and passionate at the time. I don't normally personally attack people who I disagree with, but also I enjoy swearing, so it was instinctive more than anything. Still though, I wouldn't normally call someone that, and see no reason to do so just because I'm on the internet and "talking" to someone I don't know and whose opinion I don't like-

I didn’t actually watch the pilot at first. I figured I didn’t need to. It’s over four years old at this point, featuring an entirely different voice cast from the full series, and it isn’t even on Prime Video. If it was required viewing, it’d be on Amazon with the rest of the show, right? I mean, how many shows can you even think of that have required you to go seek out a separate pilot episode before watching the first season?

Neither did I. It wasn't necessary viewing. Having seen it, I still don't believe it's necessary to understanding the story or the characters.

it feels like it was written almost exclusively for people who are already obsessive fans of the characters and world, with very little effort to craft a coherent story that will draw in nonbelievers.

To you. It felt like that to you. Because this was. not. a story. for. you. I came into it blind, with zero previous knowledge of the franchise, not having seen the pilot. I understood it fine. And I was only half-paying attention the first time. It's pretty clear you weren't even paying that much attention.

The series is set in a cartoonish version of Hell very loosely based on Christian mythology,

I don't know how to explain to you that this is based more heavily on deep biblical lore than most other media with religious undertones that I've seen. Like, having grown up in "the church," a lot of the lore they're pulling on isn't even christian lore! It's a lot of shit that isn't considered canon by most christians (and oh, boy, is it fun to explain to people that canon is a word that originally meant "decided upon by -insert old religious officials here- that it was good enough to be included in the official bible. Seriously, try reading the non-canon books of the bible some time! They're actually pretty fucking cool lol). Lilith is not a recognized figure in most christianity. She just doesn't exist in their texts or beliefs. The seven sins aren't christian, either. They're heavily catholic. So, no. This is not "loosely based on christian mythology".

Once a year, Hell is attacked by angels in order to curb “overpopulation” among the sinful human souls, with Exorcists randomly slaughtering them in the streets. This is obviously a bad thing. (Of course, citizens of Hell are already slaughtering each other all the time, but I think they, like… respawn, or something? And only angel weapons make them stay dead? I don’t know, the show doesn’t really explain this all that clearly.)

I'm sorry you can't see the difference between angels of heaven slaughtering thousands of human souls once a year and the occasional demon/soul killing someone.

Eventually she does manage to find a benefactor, but only by making a deal with one of the most dangerous demons in Hell: Alastor the Radio Demon. 

She explicitly did not make a deal with Alastor?? For someone who claims to have watched the pilot, you sure did miss a lot of details.

And it’s harder to give it the benefit of the doubt when it’s gone from being an indie passion project to being a major tentpole animation release for Amazon, with a star-studded red carpet premiere and billboards all over Times Square.

This just. Have you not seen how horribly the "major release for Amazon with a star-studded red carpet premier" of AtLA is going? That is like, the worst thing to happen to a story. Please. (Yes, I know it's coming to Netflix. Potato Potahto.)

But yes, the characters swear a lot. Like, constantly. . . .but most of the time it just reminds me of dorky Tumblr and Twitter users who have to say shit like “Okay listen up chucklefucks, everyone buckle the FUCK up for this motherfucking thread!” Like, please, dial it back a notch.

Could you . . . miss the point more? Again. You're not the target audience here. People swear in real life. AND IT'S HELL.

It feels like one of those things that would’ve been pitched via concept art on Tumblr back in the day, and people would’ve been like “OMG!! Everyone reblog this, we NEED to turn this into a real show!!!” And that would’ve been the end of it. Except they actually went and made the damn show.

I'm not super familiar with the history of the show, but I'm . . . relatively sure that's kind of what happened. It was a show that started on YouTube, made by an independent animation team, and the internet made such a big deal out of it that Amazon picked it up. Like I'm sorry you hate small creators getting opportunities??

The big one is that almost every single male character seems to have been designed in a lab to be a “Tumblr Sexyman.” (The women, on the other hand, all look like Monster High dolls.) If you did a drinking game where you took a shot every time a new character was introduced who’s extremely thin with a top hat, bow tie, a big evil grin with sharp teeth, and Roaring Twenties overtones, you would die of alcohol poisoning halfway through the season.

I know for a fact that you bring up later that HH takes place in the first ring of hell, which is Lucifer's ring, Pride. And Lucifer's entire aesthetic is . . . circus. Showman. Roaring 20s. Charlie's dressed like a damn ring-master for dogs sake (genuine typo that I decided to keep lol). Don't you think Lucifer's realm would, idk, be entirely his aesthetic?!

For one, many designs are overly detailed, which I can only imagine is a nightmare for the animators responsible for making them move frame by frame.

Are you an animator? Did an animator tell you it was a nightmare? Oh, no, you're just guessing based on the complexity of the character designs? Got it.

But, again, when you’ve got an army of overworked animators who have to worry about making sure Husk has all the multicolored dots on his wings in every frame, it might be time to show some restraint.

Oh, no! Animators have to stay on model! The horror! It's not as though they're doing a lot of this on computers and aren't individually hand-drawing every single spot on Husk's body every frame. And also like?? He's got a total of what, 10 spots on each wing?? I didn't even notice his playing card aesthetic at first, so it's not like it's so overly in-your-face that it's all you can gd see about him.

As is often the case with younger artists who indulge in these sort of things,

I don't need to quote the rest of this sentence. People like you are the reason kids are afraid to share their art. People like you are the reason young writers don't think they're good enough. I have very, very strong opinions about people like you. I'm restraining myself. Heavily.

Most notably, there’s a glaring lack of body diversity on the show, with almost every character being thin and lanky with a snatched waist.

Yes. Notable. Not necessarily something to worry about, though, considering a little something called "art style," but I can see how it might be concerning. But a lot of this is also like . . . we're talking about a show where half the cast is vaguely humanoid creatures like sharks, spiders, and winged cats. Is realistic human body diversity really the sticking point, here?

 It can be hard to tell where one character ends and another begins when they’re close together, especially when the backgrounds are frequently dominated by the same colors. Take this group hug from the finale, for instance:

I'm sorry are we seriously arguing that a color scheme that is highly thematic is somehow a flaw? ;-;

The inhabitants of Hell are broadly categorized into two groups. There are, of course, natural Hellborn demons, who are exempt from the exterminations. Charlie, for example. But most of the characters are “sinner demons” — the reborn souls of humans who died and went to Hell for their sins. There’s no way to differentiate the two at a glance, because every character design is just kind of whatever Vivzie wanted them to look like.

Do we . . . need to be able to distinguish them? Is that important to . . . anything? Also I'm pretty sure the hell-born ones are pretty typically the more overtly designed ones. The ones who are overlords or whatever are the ones who are actual rulers over what amounts to districts in this first ring (I can't remember rn if the other rings have overlords. I know they're ruled by the Sins).

As far as I can remember, there’s no explanation given for why people turn into furries and monster people and Once-lers and object heads and all sorts of other things when they die and go to the Christian Hell in this universe. Some of them gain overt themes, like Alastor being “The Radio Demon,” but others don’t. 

Do we need an explanation? No, seriously. Do we? And I understand that a lot of Alastor's background is explained in the pilot, but it's pretty clear that he "gained an overt theme" by being a ruthless fucker who more or less made that theme for himself. He earned his moniker, just like the other overlords did, by ruling his little chunk of the first ring and literally murdering his way into the public eye.

They also gain random magic powers, with some of them being insanely powerful! As far as I can remember, there’s never any explanation for any of this. 

Do we ever see anyone other than an actual overlord or Sin use this sort of power? I guess Sir Pentious does. But again, I'm not sure this needs an explanation. This is the sort of thing you can kind of infer. I was sort of under the impression that their power sort of came from their skill. Alastor mercilessly destroyed several overlords (though it's possible he was somehow especially powerful of a human soul to begin with, because tbh what sort of human soul could rival an overlord normally?) and I figured with each consecutive overlord defeated, he gained more and more power. Hell, it's possible some of these powers come from the amount of souls they have bound to them. We know Alastor has at least two, Husk and Niffty. My point is, it's hell. Most of the ones with "powers" are overlords, and the ones who aren't are well on their way to becoming one (Pentious is, despite his kinda goofy nature, a skilled inventor and not un-skilled in battle. I think he just lacks the actual drive/ruthlessness to get to overlord status).

But then you look at the Exorcist angels, who also just look like Hot Topic demons!!

*insert heavy sobs here* You're. You're calling. The purposefully faceless and identityless Exorcists. Who are literally designed. to all look the same. for a ton of reasons. poor character design.

In Hazbin, they don’t even really fit the theme of the Christian Heaven and Hell. If this was just a vague “underworld,” that would be one thing, but the very first scene in the Amazon show is about Adam and Lilith in the damn Garden of Eden! I never thought I’d find myself complaining about how a show didn’t have a good enough excuse to write in a giantess scene girl feathered dinosaur woman, but here we are.

*crying in 'do you know what examining familiar tropes and themes in a new way even is'*

A design is supposed to tell you a lot about the character at a glance, but the vast majority of characters here just recycle Vivzie’s favorite visual details over and over again — bow ties, top hats, sharp teeth, big evil smiles, mismatched eyes, pinstriped suits — to the point that it becomes impossible for any of these things to be seen as meaningful character choices.

See my earlier point about it being Lucifer's ring of hell, and therefore heavily following his aesthetic. But also. . .

Charlie: Familial similarities to Lucifer and Lilith both, in her facial features, her height, and her style.

Vaggie: Her skin-tone and style pretty clearly mark her as different from most of the other cast. She's gray/purple (as commented on by Sir Pentious pretty early on, actually). No one else in Hell looks quite like she does, and that's an early sign that she's not from Hell. The closest similarity is Carmine, and her sclera are an unusual color, as are most demons'.

Husker: His very obvious playing card aesthetic calls back to his gambling addiction, and the casino he apparently owns? He's a poker lover, and his aesthetic shows that pretty clearly.

Angel: HE HAS LITERAL HEARTS ALL OVER HIS BODY. HE IS PINK AND WHITE, PRETTY TYPICAL ROMANCE-ASSOCIATED COLORS. I DON'T KNOW. HOW MUCH CLEARER. YOU COULD MAKE IT. THAT HE'S SEXY WITH A FAR MORE SOFT/ROMANTIC SIDE THAN YOU MIGHT GUESS BASED ON HIS JOB AND PERSONALITY.

Like, I could keep going, but . . . do I need to?

When Lucifer finally shows up halfway through the show, it lands with a complete thud. There’s nothing to make him stand out visually as the ruler of Hell and the literal fucking Christian Devil, because he just looks like every other Once-ler-ass side character on this goddamn show. He doesn’t even look or sound old enough to be Charlie’s dad!!!

*more crying sounds* He is the originator of the entire. fucking. aesthetic. He is not "the literal fucking christian devil," and you'd know that if you had any fucking knowledge of biblical lore beyond "haha Lucifer is da debil, he should be red with horns and a heart-spiked tail and pitchfork." This is also a universe where characters who have literally been around for millenia look whatever fucking age they want. Did you see Adam? He was hundreds of years old by the time he died, but he's *gasp* a 30-something year old man in the show?? Unrealistic!

Like I said, Charlie is very much a Disney Princess. Played by Broadway star Erika Henningsen (perhaps known as the original lead in the Mean Girls musical), Charlie is an upbeat, idealistic young woman with absent parents who sings about wanting to follow her dreams. She even has an animal companion in the form of KeeKee, a cute little cyclops cat thing that turns into a giant hotel key, though confusingly I’m not sure it ever actually does anything in the story, and its presence is rarely even acknowledged in the dialogue.

She's a princess, sure. Idk of any disney princess who transforms into a demonic entity when she's pissed off enough to stop projecting her perfect image to the people around her, though. And oh no, the pet of a character didn't actually do anything in the story?? THE HORROR! NOTHING CAN EVER BE SHOWN ON SCREEN THAT DOES NOT ADVANCE THE PLOT IN SOME WAY.

Like, knowing the basics of the show, you’d expect the songs to be funny, right?

W-why? Why would I expect them to be funny?

The whole point of Charlie being such an out of place character in Hell gets muddled when damn near every character is playing their Disney-style musical numbers completely straight.

I don't think it's her singing that makes her an out of place character. Again: This is Lucifer's ring of hell here. What other explanation do you need for characters to break out into song in their very broadway show parodying universe?

Take Adam, for example. For some reason, Adam’s whole thing is that he’s a horrible dudebro misogynist who’s constantly talking about sex.

That. Is. The. Fucking. Point.

Adam was, canonically, a man who was given complete control and authority over his first wife, Lilith. When he tried to exercise that control, and refused to let her be on top for fucking once, she "defied" him and was banished. Because he was a controlling asshole who was grandfathered into heaven by default.

This leaves us with a story about privilege and double standards, where the sinners in Hell are deemed worthy of death for their misdeeds, while Adam can do whatever he wants and get away with it because he’s already in Heaven. And I guess there’s kinda something there, but man, the way this show talks about (and doesn’t talk about) conservative Christian morals and puritanism and the idea of redemption is such a fucking mess. 

It's really not. Growing up in "the church" was exactly like this. It was hypocrisy and cruelty everywhere you looked, excused by the fact that the perpetrator was "such a good, godly" person. In most christian doctrine, "getting saved" means you are completely guaranteed entrance to heaven, no matter how you used to live your life, or how you behave after "being saved". It fits perfectly into christian doctrine that once you're in heaven, you'd be able to act however you fucking wanted, because, hey, you're in heaven aren't you? Clearly if you weren't a good person you wouldn't be there, and that means however you act is the way a good person acts.

Yes. Charlie’s girlfriend, the only lesbian on the main cast, is named Vaggie.

Do we know she's a lesbian? Why do you discount Charlie, here? Couldn't Vaggie just as easily be bi or pan, as I'm presuming you assume Charlie must be?

Also oh my gods, you're seriously somehow pissed that they made her name Vaggie, short for Vagina? You do realize that isn't her name because, like, her parents named her that, or because she found out she liked girls and named herself that, right? She's named that because Adam probably created her, and in the most frat-boy straight guy choice in the world, named her "after his favorite thing." It has nothing to do with her being into Charlie (and potentially being a lesbian). It's an indiction of Adam's obsession with the one thing he loves women for: their vaginas.

In an early episode she briefly puts on a drill sergeant act, and it’s so forced and half-hearted that I questioned if we were genuinely supposed to believe that Vaggie has some sort of military background. As we learn in episode 6, though, it turns out she does have a military background. 

No she doesn't *more quiet sobbing* she really, really doesn't. She has a background as a being who was (probably) created by Adam, specifically to be his little playthings. They believed they were indestructible and therefore didn't learn to fight, had no actual formal training, and also have zero obvious military structure. It's Adam at the top, and the Exorcists all about even beneath him. And it's incredibly intentional that they're all women and all subservient to him.

Almost every line that comes out of his mouth is about his sexual prowess, or about wanting to fuck every other male character he meets, or about his gag reflex, or about how he wants somebody to fill his holes, or about how something another character said could be interpreted in a sexual way, or about how his chest fluff looks kinda like a pair of tits and his partners love that, or about how he thinks the gang should resolve their current problem by letting him film a porno. He drags Charlie and co. into sexual situations that make them uncomfortable for laughs, whether it’s taking them to a BDSM club or making them watch some of his porn as a group. This shtick gets old immediately. It’s as if every scene has an invisible timer ticking away, and when it goes off that’s Angel’s cue to randomly interject with something like “Hey, did you guys know I love suckin�� dick?” And if he’s not talking about sex, chances are he’s talking about how much he loves drugs. His name is “Angel Dust,” after all.

You have zero understanding of Angel, his character, his story, or gay culture in general.

Niffty exists to be the obligatory “gremlin” archetype character, because fandoms eat that kind of thing up. She’s small, cute, mischievous, and hyperactive, but ALSO she loves murder. There’s very little to her because she’s a pure comic relief character.

Nifty came off as incredibly neurodivergent-coded to me. She's a gremlin because so many of us neurodivergent folks are self-professed gremlins, myself included. And I did mention her "weird" characterization in my original post about this, but let me go into a little more detail here.

Neurodivergence is incredibly stigmatized in "the church". Autism and ADHD are nothing more than convenient excuses for lazy sinners who just need to pray harder for self-discipline. She is "weird" because she . . . what, likes to clean? Because she takes specific pleasure in killing insects because cleaning is her special interest? She's socially inept and unaware of how weird she comes off? She focuses more on cleaning when she's drunk than literally anything else? Sorry, is that not screaming of a right-wing asshole's depiction of a neurodivergent person who deserves hell for being "weird" and "crazy?" Or who would only get to heaven once they're "fixed"?

For a while we weren’t sure whether or not Niffty is supposed to be a child. She’s the size of a child, and half the time she’s written like a child that’s had too much sugar, such as when the gang is hanging out at a bar and Niffty doesn’t seem to understand what people do in bars. But in one episode when Angel Dust brings the gang to a BDSM club she puts on a black latex dominatrix outfit, so uh… I guess she’s an adult.

Oh, neurodivergent person accused of being childlike? We've never seen that before, I'm sure. Also. . . YOU. YOU weren't sure if she was a child or not. In a show like this, with a cast of adults, you couldn't work out that she was supposed to be an adult??

Continued in PT 2 of ???