#to both pressure them and force them better into submission

[ganondoodle]

you know, i had a totk thought (uh oh)

soemthign thats really bothering me about the whole "actually, ganondorf didnt like the guy appearing out of nowhere marrying a hylian and just saying yep das our kingdom now and we can mine it barren under your nose and also i got laserbeam pebbles that i totally wont ever use on anyone come join me or die just bc of all of that but mainly bc the guy brought some weird tech with him that he dont like" - thing is that ......... we see almost not a single tech thing in the past (and for that matter see nothing of the oh so perfect and peaceful paradise hyrule was before big evil desert man didnt want to join our paradise- like what is the point about making the whole point of the game be -we need to restore hyrule to this paradise it once was- when you dont even see it or get to care about anything of it)

it might sound like a weird hangup but no really, the most we see is like two servant constructs, thats it, when they 'prepare for war' im pretty sure all you see is some lightly dressed ( ... is it just me or does their whole get up look alot like native american/other indingenous people too ... i still dont know how to feel about that- kinda adjacent to some of the sonau armor, the battery one i think??, also having that look...) hylians with spears, where the heck is all that tech?? is it implied to be all down in the mines hollowing out the underground (for no real reason either bc .... theres only two sonau left and no one else seems to want use nor need the tech otherwise there should have been more traces or soemthing left of it -unless it all just magically appeared out of nowhere in mostly prime condition while all shiekah tech jsut vaporized for bs non reasons just for it to be in tha game but oh dont you see its always been there lmao- so whats the point really????)

or up in the sky as most battle constructs are and they cant get them down in time bc *gestures vaguely*

or is it intentionally kept out of view bc idk seeing an army of robots on raurus side he can send out on a whim might not make him look as oh so good and perfect as they want him to look when he already got laserbeam pebbles (most of which hes been hoarding until ONE falls into hands not under his control) ?? like it just ... feels weird?? so many battle constructs that can even be a threat to link are jsut fully functioning strolling around in the present still, why wouldnt you want to use any of them to battle gan and if they DID why wouldnt you show that (no the 3 second unicorn cutscene doesnt count bc its just .. gan and his monsters isnt it) ?? (also ... why isnt there a big like battle ground , like fine you dont have to animate an army of monsters and robots clashing but... wouldnt it be cool to have you discover a giant flat plain in the underground (that magically got put under ground like gan just decided to stroll down there to get sealed lol) and its the only mostly empty field in the game littered with thousands of monster bones and dead constructs intermingled?? just to give it all a bit of weight?? evidence that it happened?? cool ass discovery????)

(also also i cannot let go of ganondorf apparently being sooooo anti tech but then clamgan uses the shiekah stuff??? shouldnt he also be against that then or is that suddendly fine bc- oh woops sorry, forgot clamgan is actually just something, not connected to gan at all actually, i mean why else would miasma turn into malice only to turn into miasma again haha none of that is connected actually what is a calamity anyway? also im sorry to bring this up again but i just cannot let go of the ppl in the present being so obsessed with using sonau tech in every part of their life now- they just lived through an apocalypse of a barely understood strange tech but CLEARLY this other even less understood strang tech is not dangerous at all lets make CARS OUT OF IT and what theres no danger in miasma and that tech existing at the same time LIKE SOMETHING ELSE BEFORE THAT IDK SEEMS LIKE A BAD COMBO--- oh sorry forgot that ceased to exist in both the world and peoples minds for *gestures vaguely* plot reasons- why why why are monsters mining the sonanium?? they dont even work with the yiga no that is also completely disconnected we dont wanna draw and interesting connections after all- whats the point if it means nothing but to be a loot box for the player-- actually, so much of totk is just a so built around throwing you into a box of toys with no substance to it- listen i know games are kinda like toys but if it doesnt make sense and offers you nothing interesting to think about even slightly whAT IS THE POINT)

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Cucking

Requested: No

Warnings: Cucking, Choking, Recording, Slight breeding kink in the first part but no parts are actually described, oral sex, gagging, strap ons (I don’t think I got everything)

Ghost

You were dying. You were sure of it. Everything was too much for you. Too bright, too loud, too sensitive. And much too full of the cock that was being bullied into you.

“Sweet thing. Too good to me.” Mace grumbles above you, his voice barely reaching your ears, cock drunk and barely able to think. “Gonna fuck you full. Make you walk around with my cum dripping out of you. All you’re good for. Or maybe I’ll just have Simon lick it out of you, yeah?”

You heard Ghost growl at that but it had no real bite, not when he was only half listening to him, too focused on fucking his own hand, eyes locked onto your face, so expressive and dazed as Mace’s skin slaps against yours harshly, loud in his ears. Ruining you.

“Gonna give you a baby. Little piece of me to make sure you and Simon always know you’re mine now. Make him raise my baby, never letting him forget that I fucked you so good that I ruined you for him.” Mace told you before lifting his mask just enough so that he could bite deep into your shoulder, deep enough that skin caved under the pressure and blood flooded his mouth. Sure to leave a nice little scar.

Soap

“That’s it, Love. Taste so good.” Ghost groans against you, hands roughly spreading your cheeks as he gives you another long lick. “Bet Johnny doesn’t make you feel this good. Does he?” He asks, digging his nails into your ass and dragging them down your thighs, scraping open your skin.

You don’t respond, face down in the pillow, drooling over the case. Ghost grunts in annoyance at your lack of answer, flipping you over and slapping your face lightly than gripping your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes for a moment before turning you to the camera.

“Tell him, Love. Tell Johnny that I make you feel better than he ever could.” Ghost tells you, voice practically a growl. “Tell him that you’re mine. That I fuck you perfectly.”

You moan, teary eyes connecting with the flare of the lens, able to see your reflection in the little panel connected to it. “I-I belong to Ghost.” You start slowly, biting into your lip before he lays a harsh smack to your thigh, forcing the rest of the words out of your mouth. “I’m his and he fucks me better then you!”

König

“You’re hurting them.” König whimpered, soft and submissive, face flushed a bright red as he lay underneath you, your hands on his chest for some kind of balance, nails digging into his skin.

“Hmmm? They take you. I doubt I could hurt them if I tried.” Horangi grumbled, hot tongue licking a stripe up your neck, a sheen of wetness left on your skin. “Besides, I thought I told you to just shut your mouth and watch.” He says, brown eyes narrowing at him from over your shoulder.

König pursed his lips, looking between his teammate and your blissed out face. In truth you definitely weren’t in any pain but he was. Your soft belly was rubbing against his cock, teasing him in all the worst ways, leaving him pent up and frustrated, making him want to tear up from the denial. Especially since his hands were tied to the headboard, leaning him unable to reach down and fix his problem himself.

“Sweet *고양이. I know you best, huh? Pathetic Little *왕자 thinks he knows better than me but we both know he doesn’t. That’s why I get to fuck you while he gets nothing.” Horangi pants, his hand on your throat, the other on your hip.

Alejandro

“Look how he’s fighting, Cariño.” Valeria purrs in your ear, her callused hands on your chest, pinching your sore nipples. “He wants to be inside you so badly. Thinks you belong to him. But you don’t, do you? You belong to me now. All mine. Mi Cariño.”

You nodded, so fast and eager that it made her laugh, her breath hot against the skin of your neck. You took pride in the fact that she was pleased with you.

“Goooood. So good.” She says, lifting a hand to turn your chin, making you look at Alejandro. Tied to a chair with your panties stuffed into his mouth to gag him, his pants pulled to his knees so his hard aching cock was on full display, leaking precum at the sight of you being fucked so well on Valeria’s strap-on. “Tell him. Tell him you’re mine.”

“I-I’m Valeria’s.” You moan, squealing loudly when she gives you a particularly hard thrust as a reward. Your eyes rolled back into your head, drooling just a bit as Alejandro glared at Valeria, shouting obscenities through his makeshift gag.

*고양이 = Cat

*왕자 = Prince

[yandere-yearnings]

Mx Dar.. do we have any.. Ehem, NSFW head cannons for Vio?

*slides over a wad of Monopoly money*

ahaha we are going straight into the transactions today❗❗for such a hefty sum, ofc you can get nsfw vio hcs😌💕 *takes monopoly money and stows it away* it's a pleasure doing business w/ you🤧

NSFW under the cut!

Unsurprisingly, Vio is very much a brat in bed, for the most part at least.

He likes to rile you up. Everything just feels that much better when you're angry and frustrated. Knowing he has control over you like that, he plays with your emotions to no end.

It goes both ways, but he enjoys degrading you much more than the other way around. Spitting at you, calling you names — anything to make you snap and pin him down because he absolutely loves the feeling of being forced into submission.

Your hands on his wrists, pressing him into the mattress so hard that your pulses becomes indistinguishable, the heat rolls off of in waves and he's entirely enamoured by the idea that only he can pull this intensity out of you.

His career means he has to be careful about marks and bruises, but if he didn't have to worry about the media picking apart his sex life, Vio would've liked to try bondage.

When his schedule isn't busy and he can afford a few days of recovery, he might even ask you to tie him up, loose enough that he doesn't have to worry about rope burn. Hands unable to stray too far from the headboard, legs spread and completely defenseless — all scenes straight from his wet dreams.

Although, due to his upbringing and life in the spotlight, Vio's spoiled and it bleeds into his habits in bed. He's a pillow prince through and through.

It's really all he knows. Everyone is always at his hands and feet, trying to please him to the extent that they've started to look like fools in his eyes. Why should he have to pull his weight for people like that?

He'd try for you, if it was something you really wanted, though you'd have to be prepared for complementary taunts because clearly you're desperate for him and Vio will not leave you alone about it.

One thing he does well is make himself pretty for you, and on that note, if you were to ever bring up dollification or feminisation, he would be onboard without complaint. He's ever confident in himself, especially his appearance, and he knows he looks good in everything, lacy lingerie and dresses included.

Taking pictures and videos to capture his beauty is only natural, right? He'd be offended if you didn't.

In most instances, Vio always has something to say, biting back fast enough you'd think he'd somehow prepared his snarky remarks in advance. However, he can be strangely obedient at times, depending on how assertive you are.

He gets so amicable and quiet that it can be slightly jarring, but moments like those are always so peaceful to him and he will never admit how much he appreciates it when you bring them about.

Praise makes him preen, but he is slightly desensitised to it. If you set up a situation where he has to work for your acknowledgement, it does so much more for him than you'd think. It'll be on his mind for days, and sometimes have him blushing in the middle of shooting a scene at work.

He doesn't like being made to wait for pleasure, so he'd much rather be overstimulated than edged. You could still try it as a form of punishment, but Vio is more likely to give you a hard time because it puts him in a bad mood.

He knows himself well, rest assured he'll let you know what he does or doesn't want — he isn't the type to try new things without thorough scrutiny.

He actually has a fairly low sex drive. If you don't build up his desire with good enough foreplay, you can forget about bedding him. Talk some tension into the air, grab his hips hard when no one's watching, his head will go empty of all thoughts, bar you.

Massages make him horny, the pressure on his taut muscles has his eyes rolling back. His inner thighs are really sensitive, so focusing on them will bring out the sweetest moans from him.

Acting has put him in a lot of positions over the years and as a result, Vio is both nimble and flexible enough that it works to the both of your advantages. Whether giving or receiving, there is no doubt that you'll be meeting in the middle without fail if you let him put his skills to use.

He's big on hate sex as long as there's no hair-pulling involved. You'll never be able to convince him to let your hands anywhere near his scalp.

Aftercare is a must. Vio genuinely will not sleep with you again if you don't give him the proper attention he needs when everything is said and done. Talk to him as he winds down, wipe the sweat from his skin and run him a bath at that specific temperature you know he likes.

He notes the things you do, the way you work the knots from wet locks and bring him water before he asks. It's unexpected, but he repays you in kind.

Worry about how he'll manage work the next day, say you'll make it up for tiring him out by staying by his side. Satisfaction is great, but it's everything following that has Vio admitting he loves you.

[nocturni3]

Miguel O’Hara x male reader: Daddy appreciation

Top reader

(TW: incorrect Spanish I’m not a Spanish speaker sorry, praise kink, IVF reference, infertility issues, depression, infertility treatment, IVF struggles, fatherhood, anal sex, handjob, body worship, doggy style, becoming parents, celebrating, slight daddy kink, slight public teasing, slight car sex, edging, stomach bulge, breeding kink, submissive headspace)

Months passed since the two lovers became engaged and things couldn’t be better for them both. It was as though things were beginning to look up for both Miguel and M/n as they moved outside the city; away from the loud noises, most of the crime, the stresses of Miguel being spiderman.

After Tyler Stone vanished after his failed attempt at getting his CEO position back from Miguel, Alchemax was slowly turning into a big corporation that began to take the city's poor and lower classes protests seriously. A corporation that both M/n and Miguel could be proud to work for.

With the help of Miguel’s mother as his secretary much to both men’s surprise she was good at both being a threatening force and yet a silvered tongued negotiator. What’s more M/n’s department got more funding to extend a larger hand in downtown clinics and ERs providing them with the newest and safest tech during surgeries, and treating illnesses and diseases that had been neglected by Tyler Stone.

It allowed M/n to move all his major work as head of the medical engineering department to their home; it felt unreal as though this shouldn’t have been possible for Miguel to live happily in a loving relationship with a house, and a ring on both fingers. Spiderman was needed less and less as most of the villains that littered the city were falling back into the shadows with Alchemaxs change of CEO, the change needed for a better future for everyone.

Looking around his new and much larger office that Miguel shared with M/n; he sighs, taking off his tinted glasses as he shuts the hologram screen off; after signing off another approval for the start of a more powerful environmental power grid to be placed downtown. To help clean the pollution and gasses that permeated the air quality.

Rubbing his sore eyes Miguel sighed as he leaned back in his chair, allowing himself to breathe in the smell of M/n cooking them both an early lunch before their doctor appointment. An appointment they both were excited but scared to go too. After all it would be their 5th appointment of seeing if Miguel’s constant supplements had helped any with his sperm count; one of many side effects of his DNA being spliced with a spider. An effect he hated, despised so much that Miguel was losing hope with each failed test, with each failed attempt at fertilizing the donor's eggs; eggs that were running low with each failed appointment.

Miguel had his fair share of breakdowns as this was their best chance to have a kid, as M/n was deemed infertile the second round of IVF. A fact that had broken the two men; a hard fact that had all the pressure placed on Miguel which M/n tried his best to help Miguel through, but there was only so much his love and support to ease the pain and hole forming in Miguel’s chest each time they got the news of yet another failure.

Even with technically advancing the way it has been compared to the early versions of IVF in the early and mid 2000’s to now with the child being grown in a womb like environment eliminating the risk of miscarriage by a large margin.

There was only so much technology can fix when it came to a genetic code being altered in the way Miguel’s has. Only so much injections of enhanced vitamins could do for a body that was genetically modified, only so much it could fix an already broken-

“Miguel hun, lunch is ready! And your medicine too love

Miguel groaned, rubbing his face even more as the knot in his stomachs made it harder for him to want to eat anything. Made the decision to just ignore this one appointment to just wallow in his own self pity; maybe then Miguel wouldn’t need to take anymore injections. Resting his arms on the glass surface of his office table Miguel felt the tired, mental exhausted tears start to purs into his eyes as he tried his best to control the painful knot in his chest at the thought of this appointment being another nail in his self worth.

M/n looked at the still closed door of Miguel’s and his office. Seeing no sign of Miguel coming out M/n whipped his flour covered hands looking at the plate of hot steaming beef and veggie empanadas he had just finished cooking .

A recipe Conchata had given him after the two revealed their engagement to Miguel’s family; who all accepted the fact it was either accept the two for their love of the other or they’d lose Miguel for good.

M/n remembered holding Miguel’s hand throughout the entire exchange. He still held his finances hand through this difficult time in their lives; wanting to have a child to call their own. M/n despised not being about to take all the weight off of Miguel; he wished he could be the one going through the bull of the stress and pressure of these appointments.

But he wasn’t…he was completely infertile; the Lilly hood of him having a kid even with IVF was zero. The least he could do for Miguel was make him as comfortable as he could for as long as the both of them wanted to keep trying.

After all it was ‘through sickness or health, til death’; the ring on his finger made it all a reality. They were starting the next chapter of their lives together. The wedding was all set up, the venue paid for, their suits tailored and ready. They bought a house! But even that wasn’t enough for what their hearts truly craved for a child; a kid they could both raise and watch grow up with two loving parents; far from the toxic lives the both of them had to endure.

They just had to wait and hope that this appointment was anything but good news for them. Placing the dirty kitchen towel on the counter M/n dusted what was left of flours and spices on his shirt. Before making his way to the closed black door of their modern homes office.

A light knock echoed throughout the house as m/n waited with baited breath for Miguel to answer him. Give him time to regain his composure before m/n enters.

Lyla looked over to Miguel who quickly wiped away the stray tears that escaped his normally composed face. She saw how much the two wanted a kid, even going as far as to pick out names ahead of time while planning their wedding. Even though she was sentient now she was still very limited on what she could do to help.

“Miguel”

“Hm”

Lyla forced a smile as she appeared next to Miguel’s shoulder, leaning over to look into his eyes getting his attention.

“M/n made your favorite!”

Lyla smile widen seeing Miguel’s frown turn into a small smile, as he scoffs his face turning a shade of red as he once again mumbled,

“Shock, ¿qué hice para merecer a alguien como él?”

Lyla disappeared and reappeared, informing Miguel, smiling as she pulled at a holo pad tilting her glasses down on her nose as she spoke in a joking assertive voice.

“Ah well let’s see, you and hot stuff over there met, we’re friends for four years and in that same year became boyfriends, then from then on you two dated, kissed, kissed, oh wow looky! Nope, more kissing, proposal and now you two are trying for a kid!”

Lyla froze her small bit hitting a sore subject as she tossed the holo pad over her shoulder listening to it canish in pixels as she turned to see Miguel’s face turn hopeless once more.

“Trying and failing-“

Lyla quickly appeared in front of Miguel shushing him.

“Listen here! And listen closely Miguel, you're not failing! You and M/n aren’t failing at anything, you’ll see Miguel things will start looking up for the both of you-“

A soft knock at the door was heard as M/n’s voice spoke up. His voice was soft, calming, warm as he spoke to Miguel.

“Hun are you okay? Is it okay if I come in?”

Clearing his throat Miguel waved Lyla away who huffed as she disappeared to another part of the house, continuing her installment of security measures.

“You don’t have to ask, this is your office too”

The door Jared opens revealing m/n whose clothes even after his attempt at dusting them off still had flour sticking to his shirt. Miguel smiled at M/n who made his way into their shared office, his eyes falling on the old day of the dead costume now turned spiderman suit that now mostly stayed locked for the time being behind a glass case.

The memories of Miguel saving him from a hostage and mugging, the moments the both of them spent in the other's arms comforting the other. loving each other with all their heart; Looking over to Miguel who began to fidget slightly as he started getting up only for M/n to make his way over to the stressed out man in front of him, placing his hands to Miguel’s tensed shoulders gently pushing him back into the comfortable office chair. Before leaning over the man who's had too much stress placed on his shoulders.

Leaning down M/n smiled his lips grazing Miguel’s, as he spoke his own hands running down Miguel’s muscular shoulders to his thighs massaging the even more tensed muscles. His hot breath landed against Miguel’s now parted lips as his focus turned from the stresses of their appointment to a need for a taste of M/n.

Miguel took in his fiancés appearance, his s/c skin that always seemed to glow anytime Miguel layed eyes on him, his H/l H/c hair that always managed to fall in the right places to frame his handsome features just right; enough to take Miguel’s breath away even after all these years Miguel would somehow still be flustered by the man in front of him.

“I know, but I figured you needed some time to yourself, didn’t want to interrupt your work mr. Sexy CEO”

M/n purred, closing the distance between their lips. Miguel sighed, feeling his entire body feel lighter as his hands reached up to take hold of M/n’s jaw gently rubbing it as they kissed.

The rhythm they kissed, the soft yet yearning for the others lips even after they had pulled away left the two nearly breathless as they stared at the other.

M/n smiled, leaning his face into Miguel’s hand, his own reaching for Miguel’s as they simply took in the atmosphere of this moment. The smell of food filling the air reminded the two of the meal waiting for them. Miguel sighed his face that had once been soft and relaxed after so long of stress now tensed at the approaching appointment. Another disappointment-

M/n kissed Miguel’s temple, feeling the pulse of the stressed out man in front of him who’s heart was beating rapidly.

“I know that face hun; this appointment has to be good news-“

“And what if it isn’t!”

Miguel shut his mouth at his outburst, his eyes burning once more that the thought of their doctors telling the couple more bad news or worse she’d tell them Miguel's sperm fertility was just not improving…that.

“Hun, it’s not hopeless, shock don’t say that anything but that, please.”

M/n’s voice creaked, he shook his head shoving his own feelings down, focusing on what he should say to Miguel who was losing hope.

“What else should I say, Cada visita es solo una pérdida de tiempo. I want to raise a kid with you so badly; I want to have a normal family with no strings attached…but every time we try Esta maldita genética mutante todavía lo arruina todo!”

M/n wiped away Miguel’s tears, ignoring his own that streamed down his face. They wanted to complete their family so badly, to raise their own family, to live a normal calm life. Seeing the man in front of him break down, his heart wide open and exposed, raw with grief and self hatred. He hated seeing Miguel so broken; going from a confident, strong headed, sarcastic hot shot to a broken mess in his arms M/n wanted to just take all the pain away.

“Miguel don’t say that”

“But it’s true, if I never tried to cure myself, never got my genetic code rewritten with a spider we wouldn’t-“

“I wouldn’t be alive”

“Huh-“

“Miguel, if none of this happened to you, if you never became spiderman…I would’ve died that night. Spiderman wouldn’t have saved so many lives, and even if you weren’t spiderman we both know you wouldn’t have just sat by and watched Alchemax keep hurting people. Things happen in ways that force us all to adapt, evolve in ways that shock even ourselves, be it in a positive or negative light. But don’t ever hate yourself ever, no matter what happens now to the future miguel I’m just happy to have you in my life, to have a kid with you and we will Miggy we just have to be patient a little bit longer”

Miguel leaned his head into the crook of m/n’s neck as he let out a shaky breath, wrapping his arms around m/n waist and back breathing in his scent. Mixed with expensive cologne and food had Miguel’s heart lighten; feeling truly at home in m/n’s arms, holding his soon to be husband.

“Estoy tan cansado de esperar”

“Oh hun I know, I know but we have to try and stay positive the best we can…which food can help com one handsome let’s eat and get you your injection before the doctor tears our heads off”

“Ugh, shock not another shot”

M/n stood up taking Miguel’s hand pulling him up from his chair pulling the muscular taller man against his own chest. The sounds of birds outside singing with the distant sounds of yard drones cutting the neighbors yards. It felt truly like home, staring down at M/n who caressed Miguel’s jaw luring him down for a peak.

“It’s just a small prick, besides hun I made your favorite food; managed to get your mom’s recipe”

Miguel peaked those intoxicating lips once more, his arms wrapping behind his lover's head. Untaloned Mighuel ran his fingers through the soft hair; gently tugging out knots as he gazed into the E/c eyes that stared back at him with such love it only luring him in even more; a siren song with no dangers.

“And how did you manage to do that? That woman keeps her recipes closer to her heart then that hun of hers”

Smirked, M/n flipped his head to the side, side eyeing Miguel.

“I have my ways, she’s not so secretive if you hang her dirty laundry out in front of her. Besides, it’s the least she could do after dragging our love through the mud. Now stop deflecting, let's eat before we go okay. And Miguel I love you just remember that no matter what I love you”

Leaning down Miguel pressed the twos for heads together, smiling allowing his teeth to show. His old confidence came back in full; feel much better than before.

~~~~~~

At that moment he was, but now that the couple sat in their room waiting for their reproductive endocrinologist Miguel became an anxiety riddled mess as he sat on top of the examination table trying to at the very least keep his talons in check as to not hurt the hand that was intertwined with his.

“Shh babe, just remember to breathe okay.”

Miguel tried to follow m/ns advice but even that wasn’t helping as Miguel squeezed his hand slightly as he kept his eyes moving around the room, reading the small posters featuring information on IVF and it’s almost beaconful message of;

‘We make families whole!’

Scoffing Miguel looked over to M/n who had his full attention on rubbing Miguel’s clenched hand, trying to sooth Miguel’s anxiety. Realizing he was hurting him Miguel eased his grip on his reassuring fiancé who leaned over in his chair placing a tame kiss upon Miguel’s quivering one.

His voice was like satin, soft and calming as he spoke with such confidence Miguel yearned to have such hope like M/n had.

“She’ll be here real soon hun, they are very busy today”

“I know but we’ve been waiting for an hour! Can they get this over with-“

“Hey now what did we talk about in the taxi hun?”

Miguel wanted to cop attitude but seeing the look M/n gave him Miguel sighed, taking a deep breath calming his already breaking heart at the news he knew they’d get once again. Breathing out Miguel pressed his head against M/n’s staring at their interwoven hands staring at the red diamond that sat set into the tungsten carbide band engraved with the couples most charashed phrase,

‘Mi única luz en la vida’

Words Miguel knew were far more truer now than ever before. His gaze soon fell to staring at m/n who smiled softly, even though he looked hopeful Miguel sensed he was just as much of a nervous wreck as he was.

“Try and stay hopeful-“

A small knock interrupted the couples thoughts as their doctor walked in, her holo pad along with her AI who processed the data came walking in. She was anything but a straight to the point, take not shot doctor. As she looked up her glasses caught the bright lights that had Miguel wearing his tinted sunglasses.

“Mr.O’Hara and Mr.L/N; I know you both what nothing more then to know the news-“

M/n smiled his voice loud and excited as he gave Miguel’s hand a slight squeeze as he spoke.

“Do we ever, it’s good news right doc?”

Miguel felt his fiancés hands shaking as they clasped over Miguel’s. Who now comforted M/n as his voice cracked some. Miguel clenched his teeth as tears began to gather.

“You both have been going through the highest levels of IVF, the most expensive treatments for infertility in men your age group and on top of that 5 separate appoints with no promising outcomes-“

‘Here it comes-‘

“Which is why I’m pleased to tell you both good news!”

Tears fell from Miguel’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his and M/n’s hands gripping earthers tightly as the news left the doctors lips, her smile widening as she call for her AI to pull up the photos of a artificial womb with a small fetus floating within a time counting down twirls the date their child would be ‘born’.

“You both will be proud dads of a healthy baby girl! Congratulations!”

M/n yelled out pulling Miguel into a tight embrace, tears streaming down both soon to dads faces. Miguel began crying as well as he gripped the back of M/n’s shirt as he sobbed in pure relief of happiness. Almost disbelief as they stared at the photo given to the two of the child’s ‘ultrasound’. Standing up M/n wrapped his arm around Miguel’s waist as he asked the doctor questions Miguel didn’t bother to pay attention to as he held the photo in his hands, seeing their baby, their own daughter! Alive and healthy, a clear bill of health.

“When will she be fully developed I know this kind of new technology is recently upgraded and such with nutrition and growth potential en-“

��She’ll be born and ready for the both of you to take her home in around 3 months as long as she stays on the growth patterns she’s been showcasing. Rest assured mr.m/l, ohara we’re ensuring this little princess will be well taking cared of and safe”

Both parents sighed at the news, Miguel looked over to M/n who looked about ready to start crying himself at the news. The news they’ve been waiting for so long; was coming true, they’ll be parents with a baby girl running around. A strong, healthy baby girl.

“Now then I’ll just be right outside filling out your paperwork make sure to talk to the front office for your own paperwork to fill out, her name, legal parents that sort of thing, nothing to serious”

Miguel still could barely believe it even as he looked back down at the ultrasound seeing the small fetus that would soon grow into a baby; Their baby, migue leaned his body weight against M/n who smiled tears filling his own eyes as he held his fiancé.

“Thank you Dr.Lee, I-I don’t know how to even word just how much this means to us.”

Dr.lee smiled, placing a hand upon the couple's still interwoven hand.

“No need to thank me for doing my job, and once again congratulations Mr.l/n, Mr. ohara”

The door closed behind the doctor giving the new parents time to process the news of their daughter. M/n squeezed Miguel’s body closer to his as the two stood looking at the small ultrasound of their daughter. M/n smiled as Miguel's lips crashed against his own in a raw emotional moment of tears of both fathers, as overjoyed tears streamed down their faces: as all the stress and heartache finally vanished after months of wanting and waiting for this same news.

“W-we’re having a baby”

M/n smiled down at Miguel pulling his body flushed against his chest his hands gripping him by his waist his fingers soon running up Miguel’s white long sleeve shirt messaging the tension in his back out. Littering Miguel’s tear stain face with peaks with sweet nothings.

“ we’re having a little Gabriella, you did it hun; shock im so happy right now!”

Miguel’s eyes brightened kissing M/n back with a new found exuberance at the realization of this being real. That this was happening, that they were starting a family together. With a daughter they both always wanted Miguel’s hands wrapped around m/n’s neck basking in the joy the two felt,

“I guess this is the part I admit you were right?”

Laughing m/n held Miguel’s face in his hands leaning close enough for their noses to touch.

“Nah, I mean sure it’s nice to be proven right but now all I care about is that our daughter is safe and healthy and taking you out to celebrate…maybe invite the family?”

Miguel laughed, nudging his nose against m/ns shaking his head.

“You just wanna show off Gabriella don’t you”

“And why shouldn’t I? After all she’s our daughter, our strong, healthy, beautiful baby”

~~~~~

M/n couldn’t keep his hands to himself during dinner; and how could he? With Miguel sitting beside him as he spoke to Gabriel who seemed more distant and out of it, Miguel tried not to get sidetracked with the hand that slowly moved its way farther up his thigh. But the more he tried to ignore the hand that rubbed up and down his thigh getting closer to his slowly stirring cock. Trying to calm his body’s reaction Miguel tried asking Gabriel how his own fiancé was doing with her pregnancy.

“Oh she’s fine…when she’s not obsessing over spiderman. After all he’s the protector of the people right?-aye mamá! ¿Para qué era eso!”

Gabriel winced as Conchata hit the back of his head with his palm as she finished drinking her drink. Setting the drink down she turned to Gabe who seemed to know he messed up poorly as she began talking in her authoritative voice that made even Miguel tense up as. M/n tore his eyes away from the uncomfortable situation of watching an adult being ridiculed by his own mother.

“that was for disrespecting the man who managed to keep downtown safe while your stupid fiance and her useless rebel group got in spider man's way most of the time!El hecho de que esa rata sin hogar te haya abierto las piernas no significa que empieces a faltarle el respeto al hombre que está ayudando a tu hermano a sacar el crimen de las calles.”

Miguel had to force his face to stay as blank as he could as he took a bite from his meal, staring at the two members of his family arguing. While trying his best to not buckle against M/n's hand that now cupped his covered cock in his hand.

Messaging the area with a straight face side eyeing Miguel with a look that had Miguel’s stomachs knot up with lust; his cock throbbed against M/n’s hand earning Miguel a smile from M/n as his attention turn back to his mother and brother who were in an argument that was gaining some attention from the other people eating; clearing his throat M/n smiled at the two as he spoke a lovable tone calmed the two in laws down as he spoke.

“What we wanted to tell you both is that well…Miguel did we grab the photos?”

Miguel took a sip of his drink, nodding clearing his throat as he reached into his pocket grabbing the two ultrasound of the IVF womb with their soon to be daughter inside looking in her seventh month. Miguel’s hands shook not from nervousness even though he knew his mother and brother would take it as such but that was far from the reason he was quivering as the hand messaging his slowly hardening cock rubbed and cupped around him firmer.

“Mamá, Gabriel y M/N y yo estamos teniendo un bebé.”

Miguel’s smile widened, handing his mom and baby brother their own ultrasound pictures of his and M/ns baby girl.Gabriel practically yanked the ultrasound out of Miguel’s hand only for his scowl to turn into a look of pure adoring as he looked at his niece, his face beaming at the small image.

Conchata grabbed a hold of the small photo looking at the ultrasound . The stoic scowl that seemed to always be stuck on her face vanished as she looked down at the photo running his hand over the polished image of the baby curled up covering its face.

“Do you know the gender yet?”

Her voice softened as she stared over at the couple who looked at one another for permission. Miguel smiled at his mom,

“She’s a girl, a strong, healthy girl”

“What are you naming her! Did you come up with names yet?”

Gabe shouted as he leaned over the table at the couple.

“Yeah we settled on Gabriella for her. It just fits her don’t you think”

M/n's hand lightened its messaging of Miguel’s covered cock, Miguel’s one hand gripping the hand in place wanting it to stay, to keep its teasing as it stroked the straining fabric against his now hardened cock.

“Sure does! Now I know how to embarrass her haha Gabriel and Gabriella! Genius M/n!”

“Actually man it was Miguel who chose the name. He seemed dead set on the name and who am I to tell him no”

M/n smirked, kissing Miguel on his cheek; Gabriel’s chest clenched seeing the happy couple. Seeing his older brother aka spiderman in a loving relationship while his own as being torn apart because of Spiderman!

Looking away Gabriel grabbed his drink, chugging the rest of the alcohol, getting an elbow in his ribs by his mom who corrected his manners.

“Don’t drink like that”

Resisting the urge to yell at his mom who now favored his more successful CEO brother. Instead Gabe apologizes for his hasty celebration. Congratulating the couple before standing up excusing himself for leaving early.

“Do you want us to pay for a taxi for you Gabe!-“

“No, I'm good! Congrats again miggy!”

Miguel sighed, placing his head into his hands rubbing his temple looking towards his mom, who was now standing up grabbing her jacket, rolling her eyes at Gabriel’s ‘childish behavior’ stating she had to get going. Saying she had an appointment with a friend.

As both of the couple watched as the two rushed out leaving M/n and Miguel alone at the table. M/n’s other hand guiding Miguel’s hurt expression to face him kissing his fiancé who’s family rushed out as fast as they came. M/n knew the family had a toxic streak but to just ditch a celebration of a new member of the family coming soon…m/n knew it cut Migue deep.

Leaning forward M/n pressed his lips against Miguel’s, being glad the couple chose a booth seat as not many people bothered to look at the couple.

The hand that messaged Miguel’s cock gripped his balls harder, fondling them the best they could with; making Miguel pant, trying to keep his face and noises down as they were still in a public space surrounded by intel’s other people.

“We’ll celebrate in our own way after all You're getting pretty horny now aren’t you hot stuff?”

Miguel’s other hand gripped around M/n's wrist for support as his hand began palming his cocks head through his jeans. It took all his will power to not throw his head back from the pleasure and teasing he never knew he missed getting from his other half; who’s lips brushed against the shell of his ear, his hot breath brushing against Miguel’s skin had his skin shiver with goosebumps all in anticipation…hinging on every word the man in front of him whispered.

“Wanna treat my baby’s daddy just right, gotta make him feel real appreciated”

Miguel let out a soft gasp moan as lips trailed down his jaw to his neck. Miguel couldn’t take much more, his cocks throbbing became painful, his legs were turning into jelly at the images runny through his dirty, horny mind.

Would his throat be fucked raw? On his back taking his lover's cock? Would he fuck him like an animal in heat, pull his hair, mark him. Miguel’s grip tightened around M/n's wrist while his free hands talons tore through the leather of the booths seats.

Feeling M/n smirk against his neck Miguel sighed leaning his head against m/n chest; embarrassed wasn’t the word he’d describe himself, there was nothing to be ashamed of when it came down to their lust for each other, PDA a sign for either of them to get home fast or there was no stopping them from indulging in their carnal desires for pleasure.

For many men Miguel’s size being the ‘bottom’ was embarrassing, to look too weak so fragile for any amount of touch to satisfy their needs. To Miguel it was pure bliss to let the walls down to let someone else take control to be in charge of his own pleasure. Someone like M/n who knew Miguel’s body inside and out, knew ways to make Miguel go limp at the near thought of getting fucked raw with carnal, primal lust and desire.

Feeling m/ns lips leave his neck Miguel clung to him jerking his hips slightly against the hot palm rubbing him through his pants. His focus was beginning to slip with each thrust of m/ns palm against the head of the aching cock. So much heat burning in his stomachs Miguel felt his control slipping even more as his fangs ached leaking bits of his own venom into his mouth mixing with his drool in ways that had his tongue buzzing with the bitter sweet taste.

“Por favor, te necesito tanto que duele el amor”

M/n's hand palming softened its unbearable teasing as he pulled Miguel’s head into his neck area as his voice shouted out to their waitress. Miguel’s large muscular body tenses at slight fear of being caught in the act had Miguel regain some sense through the cloud of heated lust.

“Excuse me, could you call up an auto taxi please? We both must have drank more than we thought.”

Miguel let out a strained moan at the sudden strong rubbing that started once more. His mind rendered into a fog of pleasure struggling to keep itself focused on the act of staying aware of the situation they were in. He could hardly even focus on what their waitress was saying.

“Oh of course sir I’ll go do that right away, was your automatic payment set up for when you leave?”

“Oh yeah it’s all set up, tell the cooks good job on the food yeah and here's a tip for the trouble.”

“Oh there’s no need but thank you so much sir, the taxi will be here soon!”

Miguel let out a groan of relief with the deparcher of the young waitress. Trying his best to play it off as him being ‘drunk’ that didn’t stop M/n from kissing down his jaw to his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin near Miguel’s ear; sucking the skin leaving hickeys from his jaw down his neck. The grip Miguel’s talons had on the leather seat tightened even farther, tearing more of it in their wake of pleasure.

“joder a la mierda por favor necesito sentir tus manos a mi alrededor, I can’t take it anymore-“

“Mr.l/n your taxi is here!”

Miguel’s face tensed his eyes clenched shut, his lips swollen from his teeth biting down to keep the moans from pouring from them. But m/ns hand didn’t light up even as his sweetened voice. But Miguel knew the slight straining behind it as M/n's hand tugged Miguel’s shirt from his pants helping Miguel hide his rage ig boner as the two stood up.

M/n gathered most of their stuff, wrapping his hand around Miguel’s waist as he ‘helped’ Miguel walk outside to their taxi that waited for them, it became harder to walk from the anticipation of whatever was in store for him once they both got into the hover car.

Tossing their coats into the hover car M/n held the door open for miguel who only had one foot into the car before hands rubbing up his covered spine before lips kissed behind his ear, Miguel groaned when a hand gripped his straining cock firmly before letting Miguel go to get into the taxi.

The autopilot chimed on,

-“Please enter in destination requirements”-

M/n closed the doors hatch, without hesitation M/n swung his leg over Miguel’s legs straddling, his knees m/n’s face blocking much of Miguel’s view as he racked his hands all over Miguel’s muscular body.

Both adults eyes filled with lust for the other, Miguel’s body could help but shake as hands that weren’t his own started running up his thighs landing just shy of the raging cock that throbbed underneath the slowly staining fabric. Miguel barely had time to hit enter on the holo pad before the hands unbuttoned the jeans and took the pre-dripping cock out from the straining fabric.

No matter how hard Miguel tried he couldn’t hold back the unrestrained pornographic moan that escaped. He’s never felt this much lust in his life, it was almost suffocating as the hand started it unbearably slow pumping from head to base. It was as if with each stroke of the hand left Miguel more breathless than before,

Throwing his head back to the back stead’s headrest M/n's free hand took a handful of Miguel’s dark locks making him stare into e/c eyes. Miguel groaned, staring at the man he was marrying, having a kid with, and fell so deeply in love with it nearly hurt to feel him all around him.

Leaning forward M/n smirked, his voice heated, hot, and horny all for Miguel to make the man under him feel appreciated, worshiped, and valued. And that was exactly M/n planned to do, make Miguel’s walls come fully down to fuck him in ways that would make them both so exhausted the next morning they’d just stay in bed and bask in the afterglow of sex but the new found strength both parents had now for their daughter.

“¿Qué quiere papá que haga? What can I do to make him feel appreciated?”

Miguel’s mind was slipping, slipping into the pools of light headed lust. Pleasure building painfully slow in his guts, the weightless feeling of the hover taxi waiving past other hover cars only added to the feelings of his mind slipping into giving all power to the man over him.

All Miguel felt was appreciation from the man in front of him, sighing as lips trailed down his lips to his neck, the warmth wet trail left from his fiancés tongue left in its wake had Miguel craving for more of m/n.

“Ah, ¡joder! No sé”

-“please refrain from contaminating the back seat; if you proceed to do so you will be charged extra for any cleaning services that will be required”-

The automated voice sounded over the taxis inner speakers of the back seat. It sent an electric shock through Mighuels body as he made an attempt to fix himself, only for a hand to push his back against the plush seats of the Taxi. Soft swollen lips pushing against his own, M/n’s voice lustful, soft and jokingly tone all slipping through his voice as he spoke against Miguel’s slightly parted lips.

“You do know; you’ve known for months what you’ve wanted me to do to that body of yours; you just have to tell me how you want it daddy, this is all for you to feel appreciated”

M/n pulled Miguel by his shirt, closing the space between their lips in a heated kiss. Miguel moaned, letting his mind give in; opening the floodgates as Miguel’s hands ran their way up M/n hips grinding his hips up with each jerking motion the hand around his cock pumped. Pre leaking down the thick Vick onto the hand, lubing it up even more to pump faster.

The air around the lovers heated up, the smell of sex and sweat mixed together with their colones that only became stronger the more they sweated. Miguel’s mouth limply hang open his forehead resting against M/n’s chest watching his cock vanish and reappear as the hand twisted at the head making it leak even more pre, drool dripping from his mouth as he watched his cock get pumped with the hand; spit joint the pre in lubricating m/ns hand in jerking Miguel more efficiently.

“Remember Miggy we can’t make a mess”

Hooking a finger under Miguel’s chin M/n lifted his face to look at the existence of the state Miguel was in. What he saw had his own cock throb painfully at Miguel’s flushed face, his unfocused eyes, the drooling mouth that revealed his fangs that seemed like they were even losing control over their venom leaking out, Miguel’s messing hair clinging to his forehead. M/n smirked down at his blissed out minded fiancé who’s arms clung loosely on his hips.

“ w-want you inside, hmm ah”

Miguel moaned his head leaning against M/ns hand, his body was in a state of plearsureable numbness. The only thoughts going through his mind was the thought of M/n cock filling him up with is seed. In a primal part of his mindset miguel craved to be filled to the brim with M/ns kids.

“Want your cum…in me filling me”

“Oh? And why does daddy want my cum?hmm”

Twisting his hand harshly at the reddening tip of Miguel’s cock; m/n moaned watching Miguel’s body shake involuntarily with Miguel’s whines from the amount of pleasure.

Miguel couldn’t take anymore his cock,his stomachs, even his ass ached for his fiancés cock to fuck him raw and full with cum.

“I want more kids, want you t-o fill me with them ahh, carajo!”

Miguel stammered his request filled M/n with such primal desire to do just as his future husband asked. Fill him full of his cum, his kids, to get him pregnant; to give their baby girl Gabriella siblings right away.

It was a part of Miguel’s brain that had these instincts programmed into him from the desisted, it made Miguel feel nothing more than a needy animal but in a way it was part of Miguel that he couldn’t hate…not when it made sex feel so fucking good.

Yet Miguel wasn’t prepared for his pants to be yanked as far down as M/n could manage before he got sexually frustrated enough to the point he removed his hand from Miguel’s burning cock to O’Neal down in between Miguel’s legs yanking his stained jeans the rest of the way off.

Licking his lips as he stared at Miguel’s pre-covered cock to his twitching hole. Shoving his own fingers into his mouth not knowing just how deputed Miguel’s venom was;

“Don’t give me those sexy eyes, I’m not gonna risk getting paralyzed by that venom of yours again.”

Throwing his head back in frustration Miguel knew M/n was valid in his concerns last time they were lost in this kind of lust he was paralyzed for a good part of the day stuck with a raging boner.

Opening his eyes Miguel looked down at M/n who was sucking on his own fingers coating them in his spit, while his other hand grabbed ahold of Miguel’s thigh guilding it over his shoulder showing off the puckering ring of muscle that craved for him.

Feeling his face heating up to a point Miguel could only moan as fingers began their teasing taunts with each small push, a slight probe. Whines escaped Miguel’s lips as one of his hands gripped his own hair the other made its way to his beading pre cock. Only for the hand to get slapped away.

Shocked, Miguel looked down to M/n whose face was in between the two mounds of ass, his tongue pushing past the ring of muscle, loosening the inside enough for a finger to shove it’s way all the way to his knuckle.

“Amor a la mierda por favor déjame eyacular”

Miguel’s struggling voice whines his free hand reaching down to M/n hair gripping his fingers into the soft messy h/c. Pulling m/ns head closer with each brush made on his prostate. The burning pleasurable sort of pain each time a finger was added along with the tongue that still eases the ring of muscle open.

Stretching Miguel’s ass farther, the heights of Miguel’s nearly climax was at its peak, the knot that formed altightened, heightening his senses even higher than before as blood rushed to his ears the corners of his eyes started to go white with pleasure.

All stopped once the autopilot spoke once more the voice alerting them of their nearly destination in a few moments. Causing the head between Miguel’s shaking thighs to retreat, along with the tongue that Miguel had gotten so used to the warmth of inside him.

Letting out a desperate breath Miguel looked down at M/n. Whose face was just as flushed as Miguel’s as he stared back, his fingered scissoring Miguel’s still tight hole open; preparing him just the way he wanted.

All while he stroked a hand against Miguel’s neglected cock that leaked far more the more teasing M/n did.

“Look at yourself you sexy beast, being scissored and stretched with one hand while being given the best handjob with the other and still you want me. Shock I love it when you let me take care of you baby, so sexy”

Miguel’s hands clasped M/n head weakly hinting at his desperate want for their lips to mean once more. Chuckling M/n continued his assault of his fiancés ass and cock. Their lips barely brushed against the other when the hover taxi sounded;

-“destination reached! Scanning; cleaning required your holo card will be charades as such for a cleaning crew, enjoy your day”-

M/n smirked down to Miguel’s exposed body, exposed to him and him only; Miguel’s muscles that were flexed made the shirt he worse tight and cling to parts of his body that had M/n drooling himself while racking his eyes down the masterpiece of the body before him.

Miguel’s cocked twitching with the lack of attention went for his ass as it tried to pull his fingers deeper. Latching onto Miguel’s soft spot on his neck resulting in slightly taloned hands to grip his shoulder breaking the skin slightly: the pain was worth more of those sweet, addictive moans being pulled from those plump lips.

“Shock Miguel keep doing that and I might let you fuck me instead”

Miguel’s groan tugging on M/n’s suit wanting him to be in the same amount of undress he was right now. Miguel wanted him inside, fucking him raw and primal to worship his body like he knew M/n would.

“cariño, please get me into the house and you can do whatever you want with me!”

His head rolled back as M/ns fingers retreated out from his ass, with a wet sound as they pulled fully out leave his hole twitching for something to clench, to suck deep within itself.An invention M/n would soon take

“When you put it like that how can I say no”

Miguel let out a shaking breath as hands brushed up his chest all the way down to the jeans that were still down at his ankles.

“Shock I can’t stop looking at you; fucking beautiful”

Lips ghosted down Miguel’s thighs, the trail of kisses were near unbearably sweet; it had him breathless all while M/n pulled his Jeans up, his boxers covering most of Miguel’s hyper sensitive cock.

The fabric now covering him up had Miguel panting as he resisted the urge to pull the clothes off his hyper sensitive cock. The fabric brushing against his slightly exposed head had Miguel squeezing his legs together as much as he could as the two made their way into their house.

A house that already held so many memories and would hold more. A clean organized house, with modern furniture decorating the interior of the modern home. The only messy part could be spotted in the kitchen which was getting cleaned already by LYLAs drones.

Miguel’s scenes were in overdrive; the smells of both men perforated the air of the house with their colognes, and now the smell of sweat, and sex that clung to the two. The smells are becoming stronger in their bedroom. A room that houses all the smells that had Miguel's instincts go wide.

It all had Miguel’s head spinning as he turned to M/n who smirked as he threw their suits onto the floor seeing the darkening lust that poured into Miguel’s eyes just before he pulled his other half on top of him.

M/n gasped as their bodies hit the plush bed; Miguel’s face was redder than m/n had ever seen it, his hair was messy sprawling over his face and bed. His fangs catching the dimmed lights as miguel spoke his voice thick with a need to be fucked, to be filled with cum.

“Love you; want more of you”

“Yeah?”

“¡Sí, por el amor de la mierda, por favor, que me jodan!”

M/n practically ripped Miguel's clothes off leaving the far more stronger man naked and bare underneath his body. Miguel’s broad figure relaxed moaning with each light touch M/n left on his skin. Any amount of lips that licked up the sweat that ran down Miguel’s anticipating body.

M/n loved seeing Miguel so lost in the ecstasy of it all. Watching him shiver,buckle, beg underneath him seeing him finally let go of all the stress and pressure that the last few months placed on him. Now he gave in, allowing himself to feel everything all at once.

M/n took his time stripping his own close off his body, giving the desperate Miguel underneath him something to enjoy with each curse word that poured from Miguel’s lips with each piece of clothing thrown elsewhere in the room.

Miguel, sexually frustrated made a move to pull M/n down to him but it only resulted in him being flipped into his stomach. Gasping as hands gripped his hips, pulling them flushed with a straining pair of pants that covered a raging cock under eight rubbing ever so slightly against Miguel’s prepped plum ass.

“Such an impatient daddy; maybe I should punish you-“

“No!”

“I guess you're right, this day is all about you, about making you feel really loved. Is that what you want for me to shove my cock inside this needy hole?”

Miguel’s talons released from his fingers gripping the thick blanket underneath the two, the unstable fibers of the blanket resisted the tearing from Miguel’s claws. Miguel looked over his broad shoulders seeing M/n tossing his pants off the bed along with his boxers leaving them both fully naked, a fact that had Miguel pushing his ass back against the cock that now rubbed its pre leaking head between the two mounds.

Miguel arched his back as the head teased his waiting, ache hole. The heat radiating from m/n legs and cock that pressed flushed with Miguel’s body had him moaning tears of joy ran down his face with the burning pleasure rippled through his ass up to his head.

As m/n started to slowly push the head of his cock inside Miguel. Hearing M/n’s low moans against his lower back, groaning about Miguel’s tightness that clenched around the head.

“Shock, miggy your ass is pulling me in so well”

Miguel moaned loudly at the praise, taking pure bliss of feeling so fucking full of M/n’s cock. Each each raised Miguel’s moans higher and higher, the addictive burn of his ass adjusting around the cock that fox in oh so perfectly had Miguel’s rolling his hips. M/n's hands grip on Miguel’s hips tightening as he holds back to give Miguel some time to breath only for Migue to buck his ass back slamming the rest of the cock into him.

“Fuck miguel! Ah”

“sí se siente tan lleno querido, más quiero todo lo que tienes"

Miguel managed to get his arms under him, his talons gripping tighter on their blankets; the glow from the fibers resisting the tears had the dim room glowing faintly as the illuminated the two pleasure lost men.

Miguel threw his head back moaning loudly as M:n hips gave in fully to Miguel’s demands. An iron grip on Miguel’s hips would bruise the next morning from the intensity of m/ns thrusts had Miguel voice breaking mid moans. In no time m/ns cock found Miguel’s prostate ramming into the bundle of nerves repeatedly.

Electrifying pleasure after pleasure had Miguel screaming as his vision began to turn nearly white as the pleasure blinded him. His knees began to lock up the feeling of the nearly inhuman speed his fiancés thrusted into his tight ass had Miguel railing for more.

Thrusting his own hips back against m/ns the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in their room the smell of sex and sweat became nearly as intoxicating as the pleasure. The nails in his hips trailed separating one wrapping itself around Miguel’s dripping reddening cock pumping the cock in time with his thrusts stimulating Miguel’s nerves even more. Miguel’s mouth hangs open saliva escaping his mouth that is now mixed with his venom making for a sweet but bitter taste to be a constant in his mouth.

Before Miguel had time to realize the other hand trailing threw his hair it was already to last as M/n pulled Miguel’s head back, both arms wrapped around Miguel’s body pulling the pleasure lost man to his own chest allowing lips and tongue to trail down Miguel’s neck leaving hickeys and bite marks in their wake.

Miguel’s moans turned into whimpers as the increased intensity of m/n thrusts became harder and faster the knot in Miguel’s stomachs was reaching its breaking point; Miguel’s cock was leaking an amount M/n's hand was covered in the pre.

“Ah, look down Miggy, fuck my cock is filling you good hun”

Miguel did as he was told with slight resistance from the still tight grip M/n's hands had in his hair. What he saw had Miguel nearly lose his instinct riddled mind as a bus able bulge could be seen with each harsh unforgiving thrusts.

“Go on, fill it, fill just how much I’m filling you baby; rub that cock filled stomach of yours for me.”

Miguel threw his head back as another dead-on hit to his prostate was made, his head resting against M/n shoulder. His hands trailed up to his stomachs moaning at each thrust had the bulge protruding from Miguel’s stomachs to rub against his hands.

M/n was right he was filling Miguel so good, so much filled him Miguel never wanted this to end the feeling the cocks head gave him with each thrust had Miguel’s brain want to believe it wasn’t a cock but his and M/n’s child growing inside of him. A baby bump; that a child was growing inside of Miguel.

“Shock M/n more ¡Lléname, cum dentro de mí por favor! quieres darle a Gabriella un hermano quiere a tus hijos, amor”

“Ah fuck keep t-talking like that and I’ll loose it hun”

“So close to, ah shock, shock please so close! W-anna feel you cum inside me!”

The knot that’s been building in both of the two lovers grew to its breaking point. The pain melded with the pleasure of the pressure build up had Miguel gripping M/n's ass keeping him in place the best he could while his screams of pleasure filled the room ; ropes of cum splattering all over the bed sheets and m/ns still pumping hands.

Wet skin slapping movements filled the air of the couples room; as a tear stained Miguel gasped for any amount of air he could get as his body shook only for a moan to rip be ripped out of him as his hand felt M/ns hips sputtering in a final harder thrust up into Miguel’s tightening hole; the bully Miguel felt twitching harshly against his prostate as his inside were flooded with m/ns hot seed. Made Miguel buckle his own hips into the air as yet another unexpected second orgasam hit him.

Grabbing hold of M/n's hair Miguel sighed, feeling his lover's lips soothing him. Soft lips trailing up Miguel’s neck to his jaw. His hand turning Miguel’s fucked out expression towards him peppering kisses all over Miguel’s face that scrunched up in discomfort as 5the now softened cock slipped from his cum dripping hole.

Leaving Miguel whining yet moaning at the soft attention he was receiving from M/n whose other hand rubbed what was left of Miguel’s cum on the now dirty blanket. Before stroking Miguel’s aching thighs and hips.

“I didn’t hurt you did I?”

Miguel laughed, opening his eyes to stare at his worried fiancé who’s shoulder bore more damage compared to Miguel’s soon to be bruising hips.

“You're asking me? Last I checked I’m not bleeding anywhere”

“Yeah yeah smart ass, fuck I love you so much“

Interweaving his fingers through the h/c hair Miguel breathed in m/ns scent now mostly smelling of Miguel and sex Miguel relaxed basking in their afterglow.

“Yo también te amo, m/n”

Feeling m/n face pressed into Miguel’s neck Miguel relaxed as he continued to play with his lover's hair; feeling him speak against his neck a statement that had Miguel’s chest ache with just how much he loved his man holding him.

“And I love our daughter; I’ll protect both of you the best way I can I swear, I’ll keep you both safe no matter what”

“Now you’re stealing my lines”

A chuckle tickled Miguel’s sensitive neck as they both chuckled while caressing each other's bodies, messaging out the aching muscles.

“Sure am, we deserve a normal life don't you think, a nice long vacation”

“And just how long is this vacation lasting?-“

“The rest our lives; raising our beautiful baby”

The couple intertwined their hands M/n looking down at Miguel’s ring around his finger, the joy and light feeling of finally finding the family he’s spent all his life searching for was here. Had always been here in his arms for years and now another part of their family is one her way as well.

Pulling Miguel’s hand to his lips both Miguel and M/n kissed their ringed fingers, nudging ‘em their head together as they basked in the love they held for each other and their daughter.

Nothing would change that…ever.

Part 6 final

( damn this turned out very long and angsty and soft all at the same time! Hope y’all like it!)

[friendo]

Have you or a loved one been plagued by horny visions of Anton Chigurh from the hit 2007 Coen Brothers film No Country For Old Men based on the novel by Cormac McCarthy???

Well buckle up for ANTON FRIDAYS, where I’ll be posting 1 to 3 reader x Anton fics every Friday for the rest of the year!

(There will be 31 fics in total! I can’t keep up with kinktober because work is insane for me this time of year and I have not had a proper rest in 2 months, so I decided to do my own thing!)

Each fic will either include a gender-neutral reader (i.e. reader can be read as any gender, no pronouns or specific genitalia descriptors are used), or will include 2 chapters both with gender neutral pronouns, with one geared towards an AFAB reader and one for an AMAB reader.

Each month will have a bit of a theme, as well!

For October, I decided to mash my love of horror movies and NCFOM together to do a lot of horror-adjacent fics, so gear up for some AUs featuring slasher Anton, vampire Anton, phone stalker Anton, and more, as well as general macabre-themed fics.

For November, the leaves are changing so we’re doing some switching – this month’s fics will have Anton taking on a more submissive position!

And for December, is it getting a bit cold in here? Or is it just Anton being Anton? This month will be focused on...well, Anton being a bit mean, for lack of a better word.

(NOTE: Titles and release order are subject to change!)

Here's the prompt list below the cut! I'll be updating the list with links as I post them to my AO3.

OCTOBER

5th: Blood Oath

Featuring: Vampire Anton, bloodplay, biting (of course)

11th: Trapped Under Moonlight

Featuring: Werewolf Anton, knotting, scratching scratching biting biting more scratching clawing etc etc

18th: The Reverend of Second Chances

Featuring: Reverend Anton, cheirophilia, religious undertones

Inspired by The Night of the Hunter (1955)

18th: It’s For You

Featuring: Phone stalking, breaking & entering, voyeurism

Inspired by Black Christmas (1974)

25th: A Haunting in Texas

Featuring: Ghost Anton, poltergeist shenanigans, wet dreams

25th: Beyond The Pale

Featuring: Necrophilia, questionable Anton behavior, disgust and desire are one and the same

25th: Moving in Shadows

Featuring: Nyctophobia, hate sex in the dark, predator/prey

31st: Your Pound of Flesh

Featuring: Cannibal reader, willing victim Anton, love hurts

Inspired by Raw (2016)

31st: On a Short Leash

Featuring: Petplay, collaring, vibrators

31st: The Thrill of the Hunt(ed)

Featuring: Slasher Anton, gore, predator/play dynamics

(Despite the 31st being on a Thursday, I couldn’t not post on Halloween!)

NOVEMBER

8th: To Ruin You

Featuring: Omorashi, watersports, bathroom denial

A loose sequel to my fic Self-Control

8th: Pretty Pleas

Featuring: Begging, orgasm denial, oral sex

8th: A Lesson in Self-Restraint

Featuring: Strip teasing, demanding, a tied-up Anton

15th: Three’s a Crowd

Featuring: Anton x Carson x reader threesome, bisexual antics, somebody’s getting spitroasted

15th: Sweet Release

Featuring: Lactation, nipple play

15th: Fingertips

Featuring: Tickling, dubcon

22nd: The Taste of You

Featuring: Lots of sweat, stuck in the heat, car sex, body worship

22nd: Your Special Project

Featuring: Emetophilia, medical play

Will eventually be made into a series

29th: A Job Well Done

Featuring: Sex toys, praise

29th: Chlorine and Salt

Featuring: Public sex, poolside, edging

DECEMBER

6th: Ice Water

Featuring: Temperature play, shower sex, mutual masturbation

6th: Firebug

Featuring: Fireplay, branding, arson

6th: Iron and Grease

Featuring: Boot licking, teeth pulling, face stepping

A loose sequel to my fic Lick the Boot That Kicks You

13th: Words Like Knives and Razor Wire

Featuring: Name-calling, humiliation, spitting

13th: Quiet in the Alley

Featuring: Public sex, against a wall, under pressure

13th: Backseat Blues (AKA The Gas Station Dick Pills Incident of 1983)

Featuring: Forced erection, insatiable urges, car sex

20th: Don’t Hesitate

Featuring: Consensual noncon, roleplay, Anton wants to try something new

20th: Performance Review

Featuring: Office setting, after-hours trysts, Anton in that suit at the end of the book

Inspired by Secretary (2002)

20th: Justified Rage

Featuring: Enemies, hate sex, violent sex, dubious consent

27th: Tears Are Not Enough

Featuring: Dacryphilia, high reader, manipulation, kind of a funny one tbh

27th: Tame You

Featuring: Massages, back scratching, happy ending (literally)

[beepersteeper]

Depravity -- Astarion x Tav smut

“I swear the only thing on my mind is depraved caral lust." Astarion raises his hand as if reciting an oath.

“I'll see if I'm free later.” Tav responds curtly and continues to walk along the path. Astarions face flexes in shock, his upper lip curling to the confusion she'll see?? He thinks to himself unsure if she's playing hard to get or is trying to let him down gently. He snaps himself out of the thought and hurries after her catching up with the group.

The day's adventure was tense, a few close calls that were narrowly avoided. As the sun set everyone came back to camp though, no worse for wear for what it's worth. Tav quickly climbed out of her armor and laid herself on a long rock heaving breaths into her lungs, not caring about getting cleaned up immediately, just happy to be alive and in one piece. 

Astarion sits at his tent, trying to read a book, but not having success with Tav panting so close to him. He imagines her breathing raggedly under him only able to cry his name. I need to take a walk. He thinks to himself, feeling the pressure in his pants. He stands and puts his book away in his tent, allowing him a moment to hide his erection.

As he leaves his tent he notices that tav has sat up and is looking directly at him. Her face illuminated by the fire was enough for him to notice her wink and motion her head to the woods. His eyebrows raise surprised but his features quickly harden into seduction while he nods and begins to walk in the direction she noted.

They walk separately until they were out of sight. Once they were confident they wouldn't be seen, Tav walked slowly toward him. “So where are we going?" She asked.

“Follow me." He said, reaching his hand out for her to take. “I want to get further away from camp, wouldn't want the rest of camp to hear the dirty things I'm going to do to you." He almost growls. He can sense that she's blushing "as long as you're sure your schedule is clear.” He toys

“I wouldn't have come here if I wanted anything but." She takes his hand and is pulled into his body, becoming off balance at the force that he pulled her in with.

He catches her and wraps both of his arms around her torso, pressing her chest to his. Feeling her breathing quicken at his touch. Their eyes meet and there is nothing but desire shared in their stare. “Shall we?" His husky voice cuts through the silence. 

Tav nods and tries to move from the embrace.

“I didn't hear that, lover.”

Her eyebrows knit in the center of her face for a moment before responding "yes~” she said with a hint of submission on her tongue.

"That's better." He coos and loosens his arms enough that they continue to walk with an arm wrapped around each other's waists. Without warning he stops and pulls her into him again, and kisses her. His hands find purchase in her hair and at the small of her back.

She deepens the kiss, letting her tongue explore his dangerous mouth. Small moans transferring between their lips. Her hands caressing and grabbing desperately his chest and open shirt. 

His hand trails down  from her back to the curve of her bum. It's like my hands were made for this he thinks to himself feeling how well his hand falls onto her ass.

She claws at the ends of his shirt practically begging to take the shirt off of him to see his perfectly toned body. He moves to leave just enough space for her to remove it. With both of his hands removed from her he does the same, removing her shirt and bra revealing her breasts. He hadn't noticed how big they were, she always wore a baggy shirt or plate armor.  His sucks in a breath appreciating her perfect form before exhaling “I've been waiting for this all day" before returning his attention to her lips and slipping the tips of his fingers under the hem of her pants tracing the outline of her hip bones.

Her hands eagerly find the buttons on his pants and snaps them open without breaking their kiss. She slides the fabric down his thighs letting his fully erect dick escape and pumps her hand a few times across his length. He hisses at the freedom and his hips lean into her touch as he works his nimble fingers to untie her pants. They both frantically step out of the remainder of their clothes.

He was ready to lay both of their body's down when suddenly Tav was running her hands down his body trailing kisses along the way until she was kissing lines up the length of him. “Gods" he says on an inhale. “Fuck that's feels good." 

She locks her eyes with his as she returns pumping her hand over his length, spitting on it adding lubrication to her movements. When his eyes close to enjoy the sensation she takes his tight balls into her mouth.

"That's it” he inhales again darting his eyes down to watch her expertly tend to every part of his sex. “I knew you were eager to have me."

She hums a response and raises her brows sending a shiver through his body

“Don't get too carried away my love. We have all night” he pulls himself from her mouth with a wet pop. He kneels on the ground gently pushing her down into the tall grass "I didn't think that you could be more beautiful, but seeing you, on your knees… tsk i think that's the best sight I've ever seen.” He kisses the inside of her thigh "it's just a shame I'm going to utterly ruin you tonight.” 

She raises her knees allowing him total access to her body. And listening to the perfect words leaving his mouth. He presses a flat tongue on her asshole running it all the way through her heat stopping at her clit making fast hard circles, adding suction from his lips.

Tav presses her heels into the earth  and raises her hips to grind into the pleasure he is giving her. Groans escape her throat into the open night air. He pushes two fingers into her causing her to moan louder grabbing handfuls of his silver hair pulling him further into her.

Wet grunts come from Astarions mouth as he devours her cunt, needing to hear her fall apart. He straddles her leg and kisses her deeply, sharing her taste with her, pressing circles onto her mound, randomly dipping into her core.

Tav starts to squirm reaching for him, digging nails into his back, feeling the scars that she had seen days before. Pausing hoping that she didn't ruin a moment.

“Don't stop." He all but commands intensifying his attention to her clit.

She digs her nails in to gain purchase as her climax rockets through her and she starts to scream and pant his name. Locking her thighs around his waist

He wraps his hand into her hair gripping tight enough to make her moan, but soft enough to let her enjoy it.  He pulls her closer to him forcing his cock  inside of her feeling the incredible slickness he has earned. Tenderly exploring every inch of her slowly at first making sure that she is okay with what's happening. He grabs her legs, kissing her ankles before putting them over his shoulders pushing himself further and further into her, earning loud desperate cries from her as she digs her fingers into the earth.

After feeling confident that she is properly prepared for him to amp up his efforts he grabs her ankles and throws them to the side flipping her onto her knees without removing himself. 

She moans in approval arching her back, opening herself more for him. “Gods, YES, Astarion.” she moans his name the loudest. 

He growls pushing all of himself into her grabbing her waist pushing her chest into the ground and not slowing down. Sounds of wet slapping fill the night air only muted by their moans.

She started chanting “yes” over and over rocking her hips into him her body begging him to make her cum.

"fuck” he moans a whisper feeling her tighten around him, her body preparing for her orgasm. "I know you're going to cum.” He states through his broken breaths." I want your  cum darling.”

She rocks back another few times until she does it the last time, when he rocked forward meeting his hips with hers. She almost crumbled to the ground if not for his grip on her waist. She shudders and moans feeling her excitement escape her body through her core and flowing out from where their bodies meet. “don't stop!” She demands with a hiss. 

He continues to fuck her through her orgasm until he feels her body go limp. He withdrawals his hard cock and rubbed it through her folds eliciting more moans from Tav.

She rolls herself over, first watching him running his cock through his fist then looking at his face. Astarion has his eyes closed, trying to cement a memory is a good sexual experience. Willing it to rewrite his past with sex. Wanting this to be all he's known of sex. Two people enthusiastic to share the intimate parts of themselves. His thoughts are interrupted by a soft force on his chest and a momentum pushing him to the ground. He opens his eyes to watch Tav crawling on top of him as he catches himself on his forearms. 

She put her hand gently on his chest and pushed him back while his eyes were closed. He always calculates everything he does. She thinks to herself feeling the need to surprise him. She crawls on top of his beautiful body and leans down to kiss him. As their lips were about to touch she moved to kiss his neck and began to grind her wet cunt across his dick without taking him in yet. She listens to the chorus of his desperate moans. She rights herself and grinds faster. 

Astarion puts his hands on either thigh guiding her across his length. He digs his nails into her warm flesh when she slips herself over the head of his dick. “Godsdamn it." He swears as she takes more of him each time she bounces on his lap. Lowering herself slowly, swallowing his entire length. His eyes roll back in his head letting her take control. Letting her please him. Letting himself be in this moment. Feeling his legs and body in the grass, his hands on her warm skin, the dampness at his core, the breeze blowing through his hair. But most of all feeling Tav's enthusiasm in her movements, knowing that she wanted to be here in the moment with him.

He feels a tension begin to build, he trains his eyes onto her face as he moans that he's close, “gods you're going to make me cum darling." He clutches onto her ass feeling her resolve strengthen 

“Good." She growls and steadies herself with her hands at either side of his head, her hair hanging close to his face as she drives herself up and down his cock. “please cum for me!” She begs practically screaming her wish.

He pulls her body down on him as he feels his seed release into her. 

She restarts Raising and lowering her hips slowly milking every drop of his spend into her. His body twitching with every shot of cum.

His softening cock slips from her while she lay on his chest in a heap, her limbs betraying her. They both shiver at the overwhelming sensation of movement on their sensitive nerves. They giggle together and cuddle for a while before getting redressed and walking back to camp separately, like they left.

[northern-passage]

is it weird/wrong of me to always play a lesbian character as a man? like no mater what if game i always try and be female, the man mc i just can fit into as a man myself. i dont think its anything to do with wanting to be a woman (but if i was reborn and able to chose how i looked and what gender i would be i would pick to be a woman) im just a bit confused becuse i have seen people say that im basiclly sexuallising lesbians and its very wrong of me to do that. im just lost becuse it dont want to sexualise that but i just feel more comfrotble being a woman in the game becuse it feels like im able to express myself more/be more emotinal, but if im a man ingame it jusr feels wrong of me to do any of that, like im not soppused to.

well... it doesn't really sound like you're sexualizing anyone. what you've described here doesn't really seem to have anything to do with sex in that way at all. it sounds like you just feel more comfortable playing as a woman and there's nothing wrong with that.

there are definitely some games that do write their male and female mcs differently & force them into a very strict gender role (ie man is always big, strong, stoic & masculine whereas woman is always small, dainty, emotional & feminine) and i can definitely understand that it can be uncomfortable being forced into that little box. as a butch lesbian myself i often don't like playing as a stereotypical "submissive feminine woman" & will sometimes choose to play as a man instead to avoid it.

there is absolutely nothing wrong with playing games or exploring characters that are different from you. in fact i think it's very important to learn about other people's experiences. my other game, blood choke, has a lesbian mc but i have no issue with other people playing it; in fact i encourage it!

and now, to be clear, i absolutely am just a random stranger on the internet and there is no way i can extrapolate anything about you and nor do i want to assume anything. but i really really urge you to maybe do some reflecting about why you may feel this way. maybe you are just uncomfortable with being confined to specific gender roles and that's absolutely fair on its own. we live in a patriarchal society that puts a lot of pressure on both women and men to be a certain way. you can express yourself and be emotional as a man, regardless of what society says, if that's what you want. and you can play games as a woman if that makes it easier for you to do that.

but you also just admitted to me that you feel more comfortable playing as a woman in self-insert games because you feel like you can better express yourself as a woman, and that if you had the chance, you would purposefully choose to be a woman in real life.

i feel like i have to let you know that you can actually be a woman in real life, right now, if that is what you really want instead.

at the end of the day i can't tell you what it is that you want nor can i really give you "permission" to do something. maybe none of this really applies to you at all-- again, i'm just a random person on the internet. i don't know you. but based on what you just told me i think it would be worth it for you to sit in these feelings and really think about them and what they may mean. maybe it means nothing. or.... maybe you learn something new about yourself.

either way, just know that what you're doing-- playing as a woman/lesbian-- is fine. especially if it is something that brings you comfort & allows you to express yourself in a way that you feel you normally can't.

much love to you anon 🫶

[darkfictionjude]

Dante wants 8 kids but what kind of father would he actually be? Because if my transmasc Luce is putting his body through this Mr Big Bad Mafia Overlord had better be willing to learn how to change those diapers.

As a sort of related ask - how would Dante be with a Luce who is more than able to hold their own and he can't really pressure into giving him what he wants? Would he enjoy having a partner who is more of an equal or feel that they need to be forced into submission?

I answered this in one of the tags I did yesterday but I’ll elaborate

He’s a hands on father, a marked difference from fathers of that era that just left the child rearing to the spouse that had the children, he believes a kid has good development if both parents are as equally involved as they can be. Funny he doesn’t love kids as a general idea, he just loves his own because they’re part of him. But yeah he changes diaper, he makes the bottles, he signs them up for shit and goes to practices (all of this when he came because he still has a demanding job)

But yeah it’s basically what I said, it’s not a marriage of complete equality. Yes he does like a Luce who is assertive, who is angry, who is not demure nor submissive in nearly all things but a few. And those few are children, his business and his vices. He also will have all his kids go through training when they’re young such as how to shoot a gun, how to intimidate people and how to fist fight. He’s also choosing the names of any boys you have. Apart from those things everything else can be yours, it can be a fight he likes fighting like that with Luce he likes that they’re strong, he despises weakness

[hawkinsmafia]

𝔼𝕦𝕘𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝔽𝕒𝕦𝕝𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕣: 𝔽𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥

day 18 : Freak

featuring Eugene Faulkner x reader (no assumed gender)

rating: general

cw: self-esteem issues, unhealthy conflict resolutions, way too much author projection (whoops)

wc: 2.3k

an: written for @corrodedcoffinfest! it’s honestly a crime how little characterization this guy was given in the canon. just as much screen time as Gareth and Jeff, more lines than Jeff, and they can’t even give him a name?? ‘freak 1’, that’s all he gets?? we can do better than that. please enjoy my fluffy fluffy relationship thoughts about my big boy in leather, Eugene Faulkner.

𝔸𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤 :: How does Eugene spend free time with his partner?

⟢ Eugene is the king of the casual hangout. He’s very chill, low-energy, doesn’t like a lot of stress or pressure. You might just veg out watching TV or listening to new albums together. He likes to write fiction stories, and would love to share his latest work with you. If the weather is nice and not too hot, you might go for a stroll around the neighborhood. One thing’s for sure, though: whatever you do together will be a nice way to relax and de-stress.

𝔹𝕖𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕪 :: What does Eugene admire about his partner?

⟢ Eugene isn’t too bothered about physical appearance, he gravitates toward kindness and compassion. He’s been bullied his whole life, and his parents can be pretty harsh on him, too. He’s seen a lot of ugliness in people, and your gentleness is such a welcome change.

ℂ𝕠𝕞𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Eugene help his partner when they’re struggling?

⟢ Hope you like physical touch, because you’re getting bear hugged. Eugene gives great hugs, the kind that make your mind go blank for a few seconds and you can feel the stress relief flowing just beneath your skin. When you’re feeling anxious or overwhelmed, Eugene will wrap you up in his arms and pull you in so tight, might even lift you off the ground if he’s able, and make the world melt away for a little while.

𝔻𝕒𝕥𝕖 :: What is Eugene’s first date with his partner like?

⟢ I’ve been waiting all month to say this: BOOKSTORE DATE. You meet him at Waldenbooks and spend a couple hours following each other through the stacks, sharing your favorite books (have you ever heard of Dragonriders of Pern? You’re about to!), the genres you both enjoy the most (high fantasy dominates his shelves, with a touch of sci-fi and a sprinkling of horror), and the book that fucked you both up the most (his is Flowers in the Attic). If you show an interest in any of his recommendations, he’ll buy it for you. Afterward, since the bookstore jaunt went so well, he suggests walking over to the deli for a nosh.

𝔼𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝 :: Is Eugene more dominant or submissive in his relationship?

⟢ He leans more submissive. He doesn’t have a lot of confidence, and he doesn’t want to come across as too forceful or opinionated. He’d rather let you make the final decision. And if you’re not a decisive person either, prepare to get stuck in that “idk what do you wanna do?” loop a lot.

𝔽𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 :: What is it like when Eugene and his partner argue?

⟢ You don’t, full stop. Eugene tends to be a little bit of a doormat, he’s quick to apologize if he’s upset you somehow, he doesn’t often speak up if you’ve done something that bothers him…. It’s not the healthiest approach to building a relationship, but Eugene’s parents fight a lot, with a lot of yelling and finger-pointing, and he’s terrified of becoming like them.

𝔾𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕥𝕦𝕕𝕖 :: Does Eugene acknowledge how much his partner does for him?

⟢ Okay, so, here’s the thing: Eugene is well aware of how much you do for him, but he doesn’t always acknowledge it openly. He lacks confidence and self-esteem, and, as previously mentioned, his communication skills in relationships are a little impaired because of his parents’ failing marriage. The combination of these things means he has a fear that by constantly thanking you for everything you do, it’ll highlight how infrequently you return the sentiment, which will lead to you realizing how little he brings to the table (in his mind), which will lead to you coming to your senses and realizing you can do so much better than him, and you’ll dump him. A relationship with Eugene is going to require effort, and you’ll need to have a lot of patience while he’s undergoing construction.

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕪 :: Does Eugene keep secrets from his partner or does he share everything?

⟢ Not a whole lot of secrets to be kept, really, when it comes to Eugene. He’s not one for acting out or stirring up trouble, not gonna have any moments of social flirtation that went a smidge too far to hide from you. The things he keeps from you are more likely to be things that he’s embarrassed of and thinks will make him seem pathetic in your eyes—like getting a third rejection letter on his latest short story, or finding out his favorite jeans won’t button up anymore.

𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: Has Eugene’s partner inspired him to grow or change in any way?

⟢ Oh yes, absolutely. If you’re able to hang in there and handle his work-in-progress growth, you’ll find yourself with a whole new Eugene. You give him confidence and security. You help him to see the good things in himself that let him develop some self-esteem.

𝕁𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕪 :: How does Eugene handle jealousy in his relationship?

⟢ Not well, I won’t lie. If he ever sees you flirting with someone else (or if he thinks you’re flirting), he’s prone to assuming the worst. He doesn’t get angry or cause a scene—he won’t become his father—but he might spend the next few hours or days moping and steeling himself for the inevitable breakup that he’s certain is headed his way. If the situation is reversed and you’re the jealous one, he’s just absolutely baffled that you think that other person would even consider flirting with him.

𝕂𝕚𝕤𝕤 :: Is Eugene a good kisser?

⟢ …Nope. No, he is not. Minuscule experience has not let him develop technique and lack of confidence makes him nervous and tentative. It’s gonna take some time to train this boy up into kissing you decently.

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕗𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 :: How does Eugene confess his love to his partner?

⟢ He doesn’t. Gareth does it, because he’s had just about all he can take of Eugene’s pining and slack-jawed, lovesick gaze from across the room. After a few weeks of increasingly frustrated encouragement to just walk over there and talk to you, which Eugene always shot down immediately, Gareth finally marched right up to you (to Eugene’s absolute horror) and announced that his friend is borderline obsessed with you to an unhealthy degree, and would you please either just go over there and talk to him or tell him to fuck off so he can get over you?

𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕒𝕘𝕖 :: Would Eugene want to marry his partner?

⟢ This is a sticky one. Eugene’s parents’ marriage wasn’t a very happy one as far back as he can remember, and it only got worse over time. He has a fear that marriage will breed resentment and that you’ll fall out of love just like his parents did. But at the same time, Eugene will do damn near anything to make you happy. If marriage is something that you really want and you make that plain to him, it might take a few years, but he’ll come around to the idea.

ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤 :: What does Eugene call his partner?

⟢ He uses the most simpering, overly-precious pet names. Snookums. Honey bear. Love muffin. (And, look, let’s be honest here. That is a boy who would earnestly call his femme partner ‘milady’. We all know it’s true.)

𝕆𝕟 ℂ𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕕 ℕ𝕚𝕟𝕖 :: What is Eugene like when he’s in love?

⟢ A lovesick mess. If he’s crushing on you from afar, he’s gazing dreamily your way during class or sound check (and he’s trying to be subtle and not-creepy…). He’s putting characters into his stories with your name or your description, making them into a badass, flattering reflection of you. Your name is accidentally slipping into his speech in place of other words (ie, “Which road do I turn onto?” “[Your name] Avenue.” “…What?” “I said Fairbanks Avenue.” “No you didn’t…”). If you’ve advanced past the crush stage and you’re together, it only gets worse. You’re the only thing he can talk about, he asks to invite you along for every outing with his friends, it’s absolutely nauseating.

ℙ𝔻𝔸 :: Does Eugene openly share affection with his partner, or is he more private?

⟢ Eugene leans more toward privacy than his bandmates. It’s not that PDA turns him off or anything, it’s just that he’s spent a fair amount of time getting bullied and he knows what will attract negative attention, and the last thing he wants is the humiliation of you having to watch as he’s mocked and laughed at—or worse, watching you become a target as well for being with him.

ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕜 :: What’s a random action Eugene performs for his partner?

⟢ Eugene is a writer, as I mentioned before. He writes poetry and short fiction, and has vague ideas of a fantasy novel series percolating around in his head. So stemming from this, he loves to surprise you with little drabbles. They might be about a little fictionalized version of you, or maybe about your D&D character and their solo adventures, or even some of his own OCs that you just happened to get invested in. It’s his favorite way to cheer you up and make you smile.

ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 :: How romantic is Eugene?

⟢ He’s very romantic, but in quiet ways. Where Jeff likes to make a show of his love for his partner, Eugene’s actions are much more subtle. It comes in little things like leaving you the last cookie, or making sure your favorite drink is always in his fridge, or slipping little love notes into your bag for you to find later. He writes a beautiful dedication to you in the liner notes of CC’s next album. And he never, ever forgets your birthday, even when he’s on the road touring.

𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 :: How does Eugene help his partner achieve their goals?

⟢ He’s always right there to catch you anytime you fall. If you scored badly on an important assignment, or stuck your foot in it at work, or were late to a big meeting, he will always make himself available for you to vent it out. You can cry, whine, yell, be selfish—doesn’t matter, he gives you the space to let your emotions emote. And when you’ve gotten all the anger and frustration and sadness out, he’s got a big ol’ cuddle session ready to go to pick you back up and get you ready to face tomorrow.

𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕝𝕝 :: Does Eugene like to experiment and try new things, or does he prefer familiarity?

⟢ Trying new things can make Eugene nervous. He’s a creature of habit and likes sticking with the things he knows he likes and is comfortable with. He knows chicken tendies don’t upset his tummy, he knows wearing black doesn’t attract unwanted attention, he knows this chain of movie theaters has spacious seating where the arm rests don’t dig into his hips… Trying something new? Can’t be sure of the outcome, might risk embarrassment or displeasure. Better not.

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How well does Eugene know his partner?

⟢ Better than you initially realize, but it’s blatantly obvious when you start realizing where to look. Again, it’s in the small things—like knowing you hate walking to the apartment dumpster after dark, so he takes out the trash for you, or noticing you always pick the tomatoes off your burgers, so he starts ordering your food with no tomatoes. He saw you pour the last of the milk into your coffee this morning, so he stops by the market on the way home to pick up a fresh carton. It’s not something often spoken aloud, but Eugene is always learning more about you.

𝕍𝕒𝕝𝕦𝕖 :: How important is Eugene’s relationship to him?

⟢ Pretty goddamn important. His social circle has always been small, his friend group even smaller, and he knows (or thinks he knows) he’s no great catch. The fact that he even has a relationship with you at all is a small miracle in his opinion, and he doesn’t want to lose that blessing.

𝕎𝕚𝕝𝕕 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕕 :: A random fluffy headcanon.

⟢ It’s a little-known fact that Eugene is a fantastic cook. Even his bandmates have only had little samplings of his skills (because he knows that if they knew what he can do, Eddie and Gareth would never stop demanding homemade pasta). And he loves to bring you into the kitchen to prepare food with him. Even if you’re not much of a cook yourself, he’ll show you how to use a vegetable peeler and teach you how to cream butter and sugar with the mixer. He’ll put his hands over yours to guide you in the proper motions for kneading dough. It’s all very cute and he loves getting to share one of his secret talents with you.

𝕏𝕆𝕏𝕆 :: Does Eugene like to be affectionate with his partner?

⟢ Absolutely, Eugene craves affection more than anyone else in the band. His stance on PDA means affection in public is limited to hand-holding, a casually intimate hand on the small of your back, maybe a quick smooch. But in more exclusive venues, Gareth is throwing empty soda cans at him and telling you two to get a room.

𝕐𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 :: How does Eugene cope when he’s missing his partner?

⟢ Total sadsack. One would think you’d gone to fight in the war, status unknown, instead of just taking off for the weekend to go help your sister move into a new apartment three counties away. You might come home to a three-page love poem set to music, or a surprise dinner of your favorite foods. (And just ignore the T-shirt you know you put into the hamper before you left, now crumpled among the pillows in your bedroom…)

ℤ𝕖𝕒𝕝 :: To what lengths would Eugene go for his relationship?

⟢ He’ll do just about anything you ask if it means keeping you happy and content. Marry you, move across the country with you, bring you on tour with him… even if it means you’ll have to share a tour bus toilet with Eddie.

[rising-volteccers]

Heya! Thank you so much for reading and enjoying my fics! I wasn't sure how to show the submission so I decided to break it into images like this. Out of all the prompts, I decided to go with the first one! The premise is there but the plot certainly derailed so I hope it'll still be an enjoyable read!

Series: Pokemon Horizons

Characters: Friede, Orla

Mild warning for descriptions of a character experiencing a panic attack and injuries.

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Friede woke up to total darkness and a frantic voice uttering gibberish. He had no idea where he was or how he had ended up there. All he knew was he hurt all over, from the top of his head all the way to his toes–or he would, if not for the fact that one of his legs was absolutely throbbing.

Panic instinctively swelled within him but he swiftly showed it down with a heavy swallow. Panicking during an unknown situation often spelled disaster–or it already struck and he was now experiencing the aftermath. Right now, he bemoaned the slight memory loss, as if his working memory wasn’t already poor. 

Friede tried to move his legs. It yielded mixed results. He could only move one leg while the other didn’t move–and it hurt, so much so that he gasped out loud.

“Friede!? Friede are you awake? Can you hear me?” That frantic voice had since lost the gibberish quality. It sounded familiar but he couldn’t put a finger on a face right now in account of the panic that resurfaced, speeding up his breathing.

He took back what he said about panic. It was good. Great even. It was such a perfect reaction right now that he couldn’t possibly not panic.

“Friede please, try to calm down!” the voice pleaded. Friede felt a hand probing his arm, trailing down from his shoulder till it found his clenched fists. He felt fingers slowly prying it open so he wasn’t digging crescent moons into his palm. The warm hand that slipped into his had an oddly calming effect, and he grasped back like his life depended on it.

“That’s it, you’re not alone. I’m here. Do you remember how Mollie taught you those breathing exercises? In for four, hold for seven and out for eight? Can you do that together with me?”

Well, seeing that he somehow found himself submerged deep in an ocean where the light didn’t shine and pressure was caving his ribs in, this voice was making quite the impossible request. Yet the part of his brain that didn’t fully dissolve into senseless panic felt like he should give it a shot, if only because the voice dripped with worry. 

So Friede tried to follow the rhythm set by the voice. In for four, hold for seven, out for eight. He coughed initially from getting a lungful of dust but he forced himself to continue on through ragged breaths. Against all odds, Friede eventually realized he wasn’t drowning on air. He still didn’t know where he was, only that he laid down on something hard with sharp bits digging into his spine, and that the voice belonged to someone he knew all too well.

“Orla…?” he gasped, eyes sliding shut once the panic receded, leaving behind a bone deep exhaustion that he didn’t need on top of the full body hurt. 

“Yes, it’s me. Oh thank goodness you woke up…” Orla’s voice sounded watery. Friede wished he could see her expression but their surroundings still remained dark.

“Ugh,” came his very eloquent response. Friede hesitantly tried to move his arms. He knew that the one connected to the hand that Orla grasped was functioning but it relieved him that both responded to the command. With his free hand, he reached up and touched his aching head. Something warm and sticky met his fingertips, and his hair felt matted down.

Ah, that probably caused the memory loss.

Next, he tried to move his legs again. With more neurons connecting in his brain, he felt something heavy pressing down on his… right leg. He couldn’t move that leg, only feel them even if it was just a lot of pain. 

Distantly he recalled that feeling something was better than nothing when it came to one’s limbs getting trapped in some shape or form. By no means was it a good something, but still something.

His cautious experimentation still made him gasp in pain. The hand that Orla held squeezed in response.

“Don’t move! Y-Your leg, I think it’s pinned down by one of the rocks and I’m not strong enough to move it without risking it–just I don’t want to make things worse for you.” Orla’s voice gained a frantic edge to it. Seeing that he somehow caused it, Friede squeezed her hand back. That made her fall silent.

“I won’t. Don’t worry.” Despite feeling a slight metallic taste in his mouth, the assurance came easily. “Gotta be honest, don’t remember much. Think I can plead a head injury this time so no getting on my case about it.”

Orla wheezed out a cross between a chuckle and a sigh. “Of course you’d joke around about that,” she murmured, giving his hand another squeeze. “We were tasked in finding materials to repair the ship with. We eventually found a cave, and I wanted to see if there were any nice stones to use. Then…” A soft, shuddery breath. “The ground started shaking. You said it wasn’t natural and we were heading back out when…”

She fell deathly silent after that. While her retelling didn’t loosen the cobwebs for him, Friede had enough facts to work on to deduce that they got caught in a cave-in. That explained the total darkness, musty scent and his trapped leg. 

“Man, this is rough,” was the only response he could give right now. Friede had plenty of choice words to say about this situation that wasn’t family friendly. The only reason why he held his tongue was because he didn’t want to stress Orla out by his uncharacteristic cursing. “Then the reason why my leg’s pinned is…”

In the darkened silence, the soft sniffle might as well have been lightning with how quickly it struck Friede. Suddenly his pain felt insignificant. He wanted nothing more to assure Orla, to wipe the hot tears sliding down her cheeks. Small droplets hit his exposed cheek, and Friede saw the vague outline of her body hovering above his.

“Y-You… you pulled me back when the ceiling collapsed. You weren’t fast enough to get away and… I’m so sorry Friede. You got hurt because of me.” 

Her quiet sobs tore his heart to pieces. It hurt more at that moment to hear the usually cheery, confident Orla cry. Friede hated hearing it back when they were kids and he spooked her by falling out of tree. That feeling never changed, and now he despised the fact that she cried because of him. Because he chose to protect her, as it would always be his choice to do so regardless of the situation. 

“Hey Oreo, don’t cry,” he murmured, using an old childhood nickname. Friede gently freed his hand from Orla’s grasp, mimicking her prior action but in reverse by running his hand up the side of her arm till his hand gently cupped her cold cheek. By feeling alone, he gently brushed the wetness with his thumb.

“Don’t blame yourself for what happened. I chose to protect you. I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“But…”

“Not buts, ifs or anything that’ll feed whatever nasty thoughts your brain is telling you.”

That drew out a short, watery chuckle. Her soft breath warmed his palm. “Isn’t that what I said to you once? Using my words against me now?”

“Yep, no regrets.” A brief pause, where he adopted a slightly more serious tone. “Trust me, I know it’s hard but I want you to not feel guilty about this. It’s my choice, I don’t regret it.”

Several beats of silence passed before she released a soft sigh. “I’ll consider it when we get out of here and you get treated. I tried my best but it’s hard to do much when I can barely see. All I really know is that your leg is trapped and you’ve got a head wound.”

“Yeah, I guessed as much. If it makes you feel better I still feel something. That something’s a boat load of pain, and I’m guessing adrenaline’s taking the worst of the edge of but it’s better than nothing.”

Vaguely he spotted light movement, likely shaking her head. “In a strange way, yeah it kind of does.” Another pause. “Just… hang tight, alright? I’m sure help’s coming soon enough. Metagross was waiting outside when the cave collapsed so knowing it, I’m sure it would alert everyone else.”

As if the universe took pity on them or decided that the timing was absurdly funny, gravel slowly shifted from the pile of rocks separating them from the opening. The pair held their breath, worried that it’d collapse inwards but instead, they heard faint voices. 

“...iede? Orla? Are you in there?” Murdock’s voice sounded muffled but close. Real close. 

“Murdock! Murdock we’re in here!” Orla shouted back. Friede felt hope surging within him at the prospect of getting rescued. 

“Orla? Are you alright? Is Friede with you?” This time, Mollie’s voice came through. 

“I’m doing alright but Friede… he’s hurt and trapped. We need help!”

“Alright, stay put. We’ll get you two out of there soon.” After that, Friede heard no more voices. Knowing that help finally arrived made Orla weak with relief. He heard her heaved out a deep sigh that shook around the edges.

“Guess I didn’t have to hang tight for long,” Friede quipped, trying his best to keep pain from seeping into his voice. It seemed that his body decided he no longer needed distraction so he was really feeling the effects of having one leg be trapped underneath rubble.

Orla’s hand found his again, this time holding it with both of hers. She gave it a brief but firm squeeze.

“We’re going to free you and get you treated. Just hang on a little longer.”

A shaky breath escaped his lips. “I’ll try.”

The first beam of light that filtered through from a hole that appeared was like watching the sunrise; instilling a whole lot of emotions within him. Slowly, the hole got larger as more of the rubble were carefully cleared away. Friede guessed that Orla’s Metagross was using its powerful psychic abilities to speed up the process.

Mollie didn’t waste time in squeezing through once the opening was big enough. She quickly reached their side, a sharp exhale the only indication of her surprise before she fell into her usual cool, professional demeanor. 

“I’m going to need Metagross’s help in lifting this. What can you immediately tell me?” Mollie asked, gingerly inspecting his head wound.

“Head hurts. Leg hurts more,” was Friede’s straightforward response through gritted teeth. 

Mollie nodded. She did some treatment that Friede slowly lost track off seeing that his attention laid solely in keeping himself calm from the steadily rising pain. At some point, Murdock had crouched by his side too. Guess that meant the rubble was cleared up enough that Metagross could now enter.

“Alright, have Metagross slowly lift this from his leg Orla,” Mollie instructed, then turned to him. “This is going to hurt.”

Like it’d hurt worse than what he was experiencing right now. Still, Friede severely underestimated the effects of having his leg finally be freed. The vague numbness that had been creeping up for the past however long disappeared. Sharp, stabbing pain rushed through his leg, moving up his entire body before stopping to do a drum roll right in the middle of his head.

A sharp hiss slipped out. Mollie started to say something but his vision was greying out and he thought it was Orla that squeezed his hand and–

The next time he regained consciousness, Friede found it to be much pleasant than before. A distant part of his brain pointed out the infirmary’s ceiling after some solid blinking. He took his sweet time to make some observations, namely that the pain was at a manageable level and that one of his legs felt like they were encased in concrete.

Oh, and that Orla was apparently asleep by his bedside, head resting atop folded arms. He spotted bandages covering her hands and what peeked out from the sleeves. His memory returned in startling clarity, which was a first for him.

Both of them were caught in a cave-in where he protected her from getting hurt but wound up getting one of his legs trapped. He carefully tested stuff out by wiggling his toes, mildly relieved that it responded to the command. The sigh that he exhaled must have been louder than expected or Orla wasn’t as deep asleep as he thought.

She shifted, eyes slowly fluttering open. When her gaze wandered to him, her eyes snapped open as she sat up with a, “Friede, you’re up!”

“Mmhm, just about,” he replied, managing a small smile. “Guess I passed out, huh?”

“Yeah. Not surprising considering…” Her eyes darted to his leg underneath the blanket covering his lower half. “Well, good news is that miraculously, it’s not broken. Bad news is that it’s still a fracture, so you’re going to have to take it easy for at least a month or two.”

Friede couldn’t help but groan out loud. He really wasn’t looking forward to using crutches to get around, not to mention he’d be unable to fly on Charizard throughout the healing process. Sensing what appeared to be bandages on his forehead, he asked, “Right, and what’s the damage to my face?”

“Probably a light scar but you can easily hide it with your bangs. All things considered, we honestly were lucky to get out of that with only a fractured leg as the worst of the injuries.”

He heaved out a deep sigh but no more complaints passed his lips. Friede knew Orla was correct. The fact that he received an injury he could recover from (albeit slowly) was leagues better than something permanent.

Friede quietly took her in after that. “What about you?”

“Just some cuts and bruises. Nothing as bad as yours.” Her light smile dropped, and Friede could almost hear the guilt running rampant in her mind.

“We’re out and I got treatment. Time for you to consider not to feel guilty about this.”

Orla briefly looked surprised, the she sighed, her lips lifting up slightly. “That easy to tell, huh?”

“How long have we known each other for?” Then he added in a quieter voice. “I know you as well as you know me. I don’t regret my action, Orla. I’ll always choose to protect you cause you’re precious to me.”

Silence briefly enveloped them. Orla eventually broke it with a whispered, “You’re precious to me too Friede. I was scared I’d lose you.”

He pulled off one of his confident smirks, which would have been more convincing if he wasn’t laid up on the infirmary bed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Orla.”

A soft exhale. “I suppose I’m not. You’re far too stubborn.”

“And you love me for it.”

Friede and Orla gazed at each other after that. Slowly their smiles grew softer, and Orla leaned down to softly press her lips against Friede’s. 

“I do.” 

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 4: From the New World vs Plastic Memories

#B1: From the New World (Shinsekai Yori)

Coming-of-age story set in a “utopia”

#B4: Plastic Memories

Human falls in love with an android

Details and poll under the cut!

#B1: From the New World (Shinsekai Yori)

Summary:

In the town of Kamisu 66, 12-year-old Saki Watanabe has just awakened to her psychic powers and is relieved to rejoin her friends—the mischievous Satoru Asahina, the shy Mamoru Itou, the cheerful Maria Akizuki, and Shun Aonuma, a mysterious boy whom Saki admires—at Sage Academy, a special school for psychics. However, unease looms as Saki begins to question the fate of those unable to awaken to their powers, and the children begin to get involved with secretive matters such as the rumored Tainted Cats said to abduct children. Shinsekai yori tells the unique coming-of-age story of Saki and her friends as they journey to grow into their roles in the supposed utopia. Accepting these roles, however, might not come easy when faced with the dark and shocking truths of society, and the impending havoc born from the new world.

Propaganda:

Shin Sekai Yori is a show about everything. While I cannot fully explain all the themes without spoilers, I will do my best to avoid them. This is difficult because the main twist of the show (which comes in the last episode) recontextualizes the entirety of the show and pulls together the rest of the themes so neatly that, to be frank, it eclipses any other writing decision made within the 21st century.

Shin Sekai Yori is an anime adopted from a novel which ran for 1,000 pages in its original Japanese. Shin Sekai Yori is about the following: gender, sexuality, coming-of-age, children’s rights, eugenics, the corruption and necessity of authority, parenthood, the loss of a child, the cycle of violence, Christianity, Shintoism, humanism and transhumanism, pacifism and at what point the measures taken to uphold it become violence, the dissolving bonds of childhood which come about due to both personal growth and change and outside pressures, nuclear fallout, environmentalism, and whether or not the assumed human authority in the world also covers human authority over other humans.

Principally, Shin Sekai Yori is about a war which doesn’t start until the end. It’s about the benefactors of colonialism and racism being forced to confront the things they have done to people that they never considered to be people. It is about seeing what the previous generation did wrong and wanting to do better, but not knowing how because you were never taught. It is about making that choice anyway. It is about seeing a dead child not as an “other,” but as a part of your community, even if that child did betray your community. While Shin Sekai Yori does conform to the “Fantastic Racism” trope to a degree, it is one of few shows which effectively subverts and inverts it. I will not go into further details on that due to spoilers.

Shin Sekai Yori is also occasionally advertised as “LGBT-Friendly” due to the rules of the society in which our protagonists live. However, this is merely another facet by which Yusuke Kishi examines the control exercised on the lives of children: both in a way of showing the “opposite” of the expected puberty (with opposite-sex couples being banned in sci-fi-hi-school), and in the way that these relationships are seen as mandatory, just as they are in our world. It is impossible to tell if there is real love in any of these relationships, but the ending of two of them results in some of the most miserable M/F sex put to page, so there was at least passion. I could speak further, but I received a warning about the length of my submission in what was once this paragraph. Thank you kindly for your time. [bows]

Trigger Warnings:

Warnings that involve the main characters:

Child Abuse, Emotional Abuse

Animal Cruelty or Death (two dogs die, one by exploding, and the main characters abuse a lot of naked mole rats)

Nudity/Pedophilia (the society in which the children live encourages prepubescent sexual contact and it is shown onscreen)

Kidnapping (of a protagonist’s child)

Graphic Depictions of Cruelty/Violence/Gore (there is a great deal of blood)

Then there’s genocide that happens partially in the background.

#B4: Plastic Memories

Summary:

Eighteen-year-old Tsukasa Mizugaki has failed his college entrance exams, but after pulling some strings, he manages to land a job at the Sion Artificial Intelligence Corporation. SAI Corp is responsible for the creation of “Giftias”—highly advanced androids which are almost indiscernible from normal humans. However, unlike humans, Giftias have a maximum lifespan of 81,920 hours, or around nine years and four months. Terminal Service One, the station Tsukasa was assigned to, is responsible for collecting Giftias that have met their expiration date, before they lose their memories and become hostile.

Promptly after joining Terminal Service One, Tsukasa is partnered with a beautiful Giftia named Isla. She is a Terminal Service veteran and considered the best in Giftia retrievals, contrary to her petite figure and placid nature. Time is fleeting though, and Tsukasa must come to terms with his feelings for Isla before her time is up. No matter how much someone desires it, nothing lasts forever.

Propaganda 1:

This anime is a heart-wrenching masterpiece. It is slow, tender, and incredibly cathartic. The art is beautiful, and the story is enchanting. Of all the random anime I watched in middle school, this one really stuck with me.

Propaganda 2:

My brother and I watched it together. He ugly sobbed at it so hard, he had to go stand outside and weep down the phone to someone and my mom thought that he’d received news of someone’s actual death. He was okay, though, I promise

Trigger Warnings: [Not Stated]

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[kisaraslover]

How do you like to imagine the Millennium Arc would have go down has Takahashi not been been too sick to give Priest Seto and Kisara the story that they deserved? T.T

see, reason im not a writer but an artist is that i SUCK at writing probably. best i can do is analyze and ask the story reinforce its pressure points? like for Seto and Set as the reincarnating single soul the story has these recurring beats that act as bridges for his arc,

Brief happy childhood interrupted by tragedy

Followed by prodigal formative years rise to power UNDER an oppressive father figure

The years above resulting in The Iconic Seto Kaiba Personality, power obsessed, proud, self righteous, unbendable will, complete commitment to his status, cold, cruel, crass, uncaring, except for affection for exclusive people.

Death of the father figure

Set(o) in now unquestionable power position, Set having become a sad but fair ruler, Seto having been placed into the plot of DM for further tests of fates

Kisara is placed in the middle of this fated story in ancient Egypt, supposedly forever changing the fabric of his being by the very tangible and very powerful and FELT effect of her undying loyalty and submission always backing him up. with her established points of;

a life of oppression and exclusion because of something as inherent and simple as her looks (truly a test to the cruelty of mortals) (neatly drawing a line between her and Others, making her out to be otherworldly)

followed by her, presumably multiple times, losing control of her Ka and punishing said mortals when she herself is in mortal danger, to unknown extent, always outside her control or will, contrasting her from Set(o) who bends, if nothing else, his own self to his will relentlessly, Kisara is outside of her own control,

which would be followed by her confusion, guilt, anger, grief, regret, self-hate, unknown feelings around her Ka

the exception to how world treats her being Priest Set, even if with wrong intentions in the beginning, which in return catches her interest and takes away her breath

them being Forced by outside forces into a single unit, oppressive conditions taking the Priest right from where he stands, opposite of her, and placing him cleanly in front of her, protectively.

then, as the concluding beat for them both, now forever changed and linked by their connection, Kisara's uncontrollable power is placed under his control, and his unbendable, ruthless and cruel force of will, bends for her, established by the final "All I wanted was your light" not your power, not your death, you by my side, having been changed

We can more clearly see the picture. So far everything ive said is inferred from canon, but like ALL of it could stand to be reinforced by a writer that Cares about what happens to Kaiba or Kisara in the story. What could stand to be said again better, THE MOST would be their love connection, the last two points. As you see, im already plenty happy with the exposition of both characters it gives us believable grounds for "and in the end, hes forever the master of the power of a woman who he'd rather have by his side no power and its his single saving grace and its what she would choose to do in every life" the characters can believably fall into this conclusion.

the problem is HOW they fall into that. it was HURRIED. Kisara's dramatic personality and Set's dramatic personality, seen by the other, appreciated, FORCED into allyship and the growing affection of both sides. the plot could have been slowed down, if by nothing else then prolonging her prisoner status, giving them some alone time. things i would like explored like:

her thankfulness and his interest in her Ka morphing into genuine care. We needed to see his compassion and her loyalty grow. Could have so many moments....

theyre ALWAYS going to end in tragedy IN THAT LIFE so why not commit fully. he feels resentment his mother died the day he saved her. that same day is the shining most beautiful moment in kisaras life where a complete stranger showed her compassion. finding this out breaks his heart.

if she and him are, at the time of the story, two people whose fates are crossing or were they ALWAYS meant and created for each other: to explain, im curious if BEWD, whose power rivals gods, did have godly roots before becoming a Strictly worldly being made of 2 working parts, the mortal vessel and the Ka. Set and Seto both have blue eyes. doesnt seem like the work of a Ka.

is it sadder if they kiss or is it sadder if they dont. idk but im voting kiss

the themes of control and will and dominance and submission. HEAR ME OUT OK Kisara, let alone her life, even her own self and body is outside of her control, things outside of her control like her coloring make everyone elses reactions to her out of her control, spiralling and living a lost life, wandering and walking into the one man who is obsessively, relentlessly a Problem to fate itself by sheer force of will, who's single moment of gentleness towards her rewards both of them with her favor, therefore the dragons favor, therefore relative control of it for the first time, should have been shown and spelled out. she surrenders to him with such trust, which inspires good in him in return. its a breath of relief to both, her power out of her hands, finally listening to someone and him being gifted SUCH a loyalty from a woman, SUCH absolute surrender......jesus im getting lightheaded..

so in general as you can see 1-im not good at making up my own plot points and 2-the point of contention isnt how ancient mizushipping is handled, while it needed more time to cook, im p good at squeezing out of canon MANY interesting threads and implications, so the way its hurried is ultimately forgivable to me.

my problem is modern world writing around Seto, BEWD, Kisara. i think the writing was generally wack all around and especially callous to Kaiba, therefore resulting in inconsistent Kisara, basically erased for other than moments establishing his obsession w power and feeding his narcissistic characteristics which is so sad to me, as Kisara represents HIS melting and HIS softening and HIS light. the entire canon makes BEWD just his ally outside of some minor moments, which dont have lasting consequences.

and this ⬆ is all about Staying In Canon and how It Could Be Improved, with answers to Fuck Canon How To Make It Better? being infinite and very interesting.

[most-canon-non-canon-ship-poll]

that boy is GAY

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 2.5/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

Mileven is built with peer expectations, pressure, and heteronormativity at its core. It has steadily gotten worse over time as El and Mike have grown and both, in my opinion, realized that the relationship is not working but they still hold on to it because of the safety and familiarity it offers. That being said, it doesn't serve the main theme of the show nor does it add anything new or revolutionary to its genre (and we know the Duffers have been clear that Stranger Things is not Nostalgia jerk off bait or an homage, they take a lot of pride in it and wanted to create something new from something old, revolutionizing an existing piece of media). Mileven is, however, a poignant example of how homophobic people and people who are not comfortable, familiar, or accustomed to queer joy will immediately embrace it just for the sheer virtue of it being comprised of two good-looking, popular actors that are cis male and cis female. Aside from my personal belief that Byler is superior as a ship, I also think that Mike and El are the worst versions of themselves when they are together. They aren't honest with one another, they don't encourage each other's interests or try to understand each other better, and contrary to fanon belief, I don't even see a healthy foundation for a friendship there. This is due to the amount of force in their relationship - force from Mike to lie, avoid his friends, get snippy and short, hide away and tuck his emotions and personal interests deeeeeep down so he can be someone he is not (and just "grow up" because that is what he thinks he has to do now that he is getting older), force from El to try to be the perfect, happy, normal girlfriend. Heck, there has even been a ton of force from both of them not just to fill these conventional roles properly, but to say "I love you" which should NEVER need to be forced in a healthy relationship! Loving someone should be the easy part, that should be the thing you're excited to say when you feel it. So why is this such a problem between them? Mike cannot seem to climb this hill despite already blurting it in the heat of the moment when El was not in the room! (I do think this damage can be undone, but it will only get worse the longer they date.) I want Mike and El to have growth, self-acceptance, and ultimate happiness in the end - they will not and can not achieve this as a couple. Their relationship is so tightly woven in parallels to other failed couples or platonic pairings, and Mike's struggles with identity truly make no sense if he is just going to stay with El forever and have babies and live at the end of a culdesac (why all the contention with his own parents then? Why the tension between him and Will that just keeps growing and growing? Why all the queer imagery around his character and the tenderness he exhibits with Will? Why the built up frustration and frustration with Will? Why the DIRECT parallels between his interactions with El "You never say it/I say it" and Will - "I didn't say it/You didn't have to?"). They do not fulfill each other or love each other unconditionally, and I strongly feel that El is happier just enjoying the love of a family and unconditional friendship.

[butchhamlet]

Hello so I am not the trans Ophelia anon but I also have trans Ophelia thoughts to share with the class!!

I’m picturing transfemme!Ophelia, in which Laertes and Polonius are… well meaning but very concerned with making sure Ophelia is taken by the court as a Proper Woman ™ who does Proper Woman Things ™, keeps her purity, etc etc. Like, they’re so concerned with making sure that she performs femininity on their terms, because they’re convinced they know better than her what she needs to do to be happy as a woman, and to be taken seriously as a woman. But to Ophelia it’s so stifling because she never gets to like… figure out who she wants to be, from the moment she came out to them it’s been all about how they think a woman should act. And then in her head there’s this whole undercurrent of… well, if she doesn’t act as a women the way they think she should, will they believe she’s a women at all? Will anyone else? Should she even try to figure things out herself if that risks her not being taken seriously?

Act I Scene III especially — Polonius saying “You do not understand yourself so clearly as it behoves my daughter and your honour”, and Ophelia almost right after saying “I do not know, my lord, what I should think”… ow ow ow, maybe she would know what to think if you let her figure it out rather than dictating her femininity for her!!

So her acting rather submissively throughout a lot of the play is her trying her best to be a woman the way her father and brother taught her, because that’s just how a woman should be, isn’t it? If she breaks up with Hamlet then that’s just what a good woman should do, isn’t it? Then when she goes mad she’s finally like — fuck it, that’s clearly not working, she’s going to act like however she wants, it’s not like Polonius can exactly tell her off for it now.

I think this also meshes very well with any version of trans Hamlet! Hamlet and Ophelia as each other’s confidants as they start on their respective Gender Things, before Ophelia starts falling under pressure from her family and not listening to Hamlet so much anymore.

So “God hath given you one face, and you make yourselves another” is like… peak trans vibes obviously, but in the context Shakespeare probably meant of it being part of Hamlet’s critique of femininity that passage reads like… Hamlet is seeing Ophelia force herself into this really narrow, restrictive box of What Womanhood Should be that’s clearly making her suffer and he’s pushing back, he’s telling her that it won’t make her more of a woman and it isn’t going to save her. “Be thou chaste as ice, as pure as snow, thou shalt not escape calamity”… yeah. Especially in the context of transmasc!Hamlet who’s been there, done that with trying to conform to that version of femininity in his own way pre-transition and was absolutely miserable, or transfemme!Hamlet who is very much not interested in the version of womanhood Ophelia is trying to conform to and is… maybe a little wary of Ophelia trying to hold her to those standards as well.

Also transmasc!Laertes is an interesting combination with this take! Just the very complicated way that would add to their sibling dynamic. Both of them coming together for solidarity from their father and helping each other work things out, but also Laertes getting freedom in his transition in a way Ophelia just… doesn’t, whether that’s because of the respective directions they’re transitioning or because of something else about Polonius’ relationship with each of them. Laertes getting to leave home and discover himself and be told “above all, to thine own self be true” in the same conversation as Ophelia is told she doesn’t know herself… ow. We should totally just stab Polonius!

OH GOD AUGH ACK YEAH... like ophelia already has so many constraints on her behavior as a woman in the court but if she's a trans woman then there are just so many more places where she has to tread carefully to keep being seen as a Proper Woman... and ophelia trying to submit to this ideal of the Proper Woman in order to prove that she IS a woman, that she CAN perform womanhood "right," but of course trying to perform gender Right is a trap... AND IF HAMLET IS ALSO TRANS!!! IF HAMLET IS ALSO TRANS!!! IF HAMLET IS TRANS AND HAS A DIFFERENT AND PERHAPS MORE CONTENTIOUS RELATIONSHIP TO GENDERED EXPECTATIONS!!! SCREAMING PULLING MY HAIR OUT ETC. THE LAST PARAGRAPH EHRE TOO. HOOGH. ANON YOUR BRAIN ISFUCKING MASSIVE

[enquiringangel]

Bitten by the Bat [Star/David]

[Title is a cheesy euphemism for menstruation. Which CW: this fic deals with. There is no smut though, just implications and me trying to tease out the less platonic aspects of whatever weird relationship Star has with David in the movie. Also on AO3.]

-x-

Being just half of anything is no way to live, but it’s with desperation that Star clings to the remnants of her humanity. 

Even if all this brings her is pain. 

“When you feed,” David tells her, because as far as he’s concerned it’s only a question of when, never if. “You’ll be free from this.”  

They’re in Star’s bed, David lying against her back, the coolness of his skin radiating through the black layers of his clothes like the chill from an open refrigerator. He’s a person-shaped ice pack against the febrile warmth of her body, his gloved hand soothing on her aching stomach. Twin pains – one the scraped out feeling of the hunger, the other the grinding cramps of her body expelling what it doesn’t need. Both eased by the pressure of his palm where it rubs circles beneath the hem of her shirt.  

“It’s not so bad,” she lies, eyes following the breezy, clacking motions of a mobile made of flotsam and human bones. Its skeletal fingers wave at her in the breeze. Star feels sore like she’s been kicked in the gut repeatedly, and her lower back and the inside of her thighs throb. She’s like a beached whale, bloated and oozing. 

But the dryness in her throat and the pressure of sharp teeth threatening to surge through her gums…that’s worse. It’s getting harder and harder to control herself when she goes out. Harder to remember, when drunken idiots get in her face and make a pass at her, why she has to keep on fighting this. 

(She never says anything to him, but David always knows if someone’s hassled her. And he always finds them. Always.)  

He hums, skeptical. “Should’ve pegged you for a masochist.” His stubble scratches her jaw as he mouths along the curve of her ear, just a hint of sharp teeth scraping against the skin. Even though she knows now, all that those teeth are capable of, a pleasant shiver still runs through her at the touch.  She doesn’t pull away when he inhales deeply and a low growl that sounds like it belongs to a jungle cat rumbles against her spine. 

Of course, he can smell her bleeding. They all can. And it’s not like blood from a vein, hot and full of life, but it still smells unfortunately appetizing even to her own vampiric senses. To theirs...well. During her periods Star has a new appreciation for what it must feel like to be the other girls they meet; when she catches sight of four pairs of inhuman eyes tracking her every move through the cave, she feels like prey. 

David’s hand slips lower, under the waistband of her skirt, tracing the jut of her hipbone. And then lower still towards where she is slick and aching…but not with desire.  

Star tenses at the slow progress of his fingers and he pauses, worn leather resting against her. She twists over her shoulder to look at him with wide eyes, ready to tell him to stop because that’s disgusting and he can’t seriously want to—  

“Star. It’s only a little blood,” David says, lips curling into the familiar shape of his smirk. She forgets sometimes, that he’s in her head as well as her veins. His free hand toys with the ends of her hair, sifting the curls through his fingers. “It might even make you feel better,” he offers, as if in concession to her delicate mortal feelings on the matter.  

Star can draw him closer to her and forget about the hunger for a while. Or she can push him away, and he’ll leave her be. Just as with the completion of her transformation, David has no interest in her forced submission. Not if he can have her willing surrender.  

David has never made her do anything she doesn’t want to, and that’s precisely her problem. The tired old story of a girl meeting the wrong boy and being led astray doesn’t hold up to scrutiny; there was a time she was only too happy to be led. Even now, Star can’t resent him completely . David only made her an offer. 

She’s the one who drank. 

Even now, knowing what he is—what she must become—she still doesn’t push him away. He’s all that she has now, him and the other boys. 

Her every waking moment these days is made up of wanting. There is only so much she can deny herself, before she snaps and gives in.  

Star rolls onto her back, trailing languorous fingers down David’s cheek. “It might,” she agrees. Lets her knees fall apart, teeth pressing into her lower lip hard enough that she tastes blood. 

Above her, David’s grin is white and sharp. 

[pragerswoman]

Hey silly! Can you do a mansk x prager

Where prager gets punished for bratting/talking back to mansk in the sub and dom relationship?

Kinks including

Ballbusting

Edging

Slapping

Spanking

Boot kink

Degrading

<33

Learn to behave

Pairing: mansk x prager

Warnings: smut, MDNI, NSFW

A/n: hey lovely hope you enjoy this thank you for the request 😊

"Prager, you're pushing your limits again," Mansk said sternly, his voice echoing in the dimly lit RDA base bedroom. The air had tension, the kind that could only be found in the delicate dance of a dominant and submissive relationship.

Prager's eyes widened, but his cheeky grin didn't waver. He knew what was coming, but the thrill of playing with fire always had a certain allure. "Is that so, Sir?" he retorted, his voice a playful challenge.

Mansk stepped closer, his boots thudding against the cold, metallic floor of the RDA base bedroom. His hand shot out, grabbing Prager's chin with a firm grip. "You know the rules, sub," he said, his eyes darkening with a mix of irritation and arousal. "Now, you're going to pay for your insolence."

With a swift, practiced motion, Mansk bent Prager over the edge of the bed, his hands gripping the sub's waist tightly. He felt the heat radiating from Prager's body, the anticipation in the air palpable. A smack echoed through the room, as Mansk's hand connected with Prager's firm ass cheek. The slap was followed by a muffled yelp and a jerk of the sub's hips. The sound was music to Mansk's ears, a sweet symphony of pain and pleasure that only they understood.

Prager's cock was already hard, straining against his uniform, begging for release. But Mansk was in no hurry. This was about teaching a lesson, after all, and lessons had to be learned the hard way. He pulled Prager's pants down to his knees, exposing his bare ass to the cool air of the room. The contrast made the next spank even more intense, and Prager's breath hitched.

Mansk's hand hovered over Prager's balls, the threat alone causing them to tighten up in anticipation. "You're going to count for me," he ordered, his voice a low growl. "Each time I hit you, you're going to tell me how much you've earned it."

"One," Prager gasped as Mansk's hand connected with a brutal force, sending a shockwave of pain through his body. He bit his lip, the sting making his eyes water, but he knew better than to break the count.

Mansk's boot nudged Prager's thighs apart, giving him better access to the sub's vulnerable spot. He watched with a smirk as Prager squirmed, the anticipation of the next blow making his cock throb with need. His hand hovered, the promise of pain a delicious torment.

The second smack was more precise, catching the tender flesh between Prager's thighs. A cry tore from the sub's throat, and he tensed, his hands clutching the bedsheets. "Two," he managed to get out, his voice strained and shaky. The sting grew, the pain blooming into a delicious heat that spread through his groin.

Mansk's boot slid up Prager's leg, the smooth leather leaving a trail of warmth and pressure. It stopped at the base of his cock, pressing down just enough to keep him on the edge of agony. The boot kink was in full effect, and Prager's body was responding as programmatically as the drones they both knew so well. The dominance, the power play, it was all part of the thrill.

"Three," Prager gritted out as Mansk's hand connected with his balls again. The force was enough to make his knees buckle, but Mansk's firm grip on his hips kept him in place. The pain was exquisite, a beautiful agony that made his toes curl and his vision swim. He could feel his orgasm building, begging for release, but Mansk had other plans.

Mansk's hand moved away from Prager's throbbing balls, leaving them to ache with a need that was becoming unbearable. "You're such a good boy," he said, his tone mockingly sweet. "But you're not going to come just yet." He reached for the lube on the bedside table, the sound of the bottle opening a cruel reminder of what Prager craved.

The cool liquid dripped onto his cock, sending shivers up Prager's spine. Mansk began to stroke him with the precision of a master craftsman, his hand gliding over the sensitive skin with the perfect amount of pressure. Prager's eyes rolled back in his head, a moan escaping his lips as the pleasure built.

"Four," he gasped as Mansk's thumb circled the head of his cock, the pressure increasing with each twirl. The boot was now pressing against his balls, the leather a stark contrast to the slickness of the lube. It was an odd sensation, one that Prager never thought he'd enjoy, but here he was, his body begging for more.

Mansk chuckled darkly, enjoying the show of pain and pleasure playing out across Prager's face. He leaned down, his breath hot against Prager's ear. "You think you're so clever, don't you?" He slapped Prager's cheek, not hard enough to leave a mark but with enough force to make the sub's eyes water. "You're just a mouthy little slut, aren't you?"

Another slap, this time to the other cheek, and Prager's head snapped to the side. "Five," he murmured, the word barely audible.

Mansk's grip on Prager's cock tightened, the strokes becoming more erratic. "Look at you," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "So eager to be punished."

Prager's eyes flew open, meeting Mansk's gaze in the reflection of the mirror on the wall. The sight of the dominant's hand wrapped around his erection was almost too much to bear. He could feel the orgasm building, his hips bucking into Mansk's hand. "Please, Sir," he whimpered, his voice a desperate plea.

Mansk's smirk grew, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Not yet, sub," he said, withdrawing his hand and slapping Prager's cock lightly. The sudden cessation of contact was almost a worse torment than the blows. Prager's body was a tight coil of need, desperately seeking release that was just out of reach.

The boot slid away, and Mansk stepped back, admiring his handiwork. Prager's ass was a beautiful shade of red, each smack a clear declaration of his dominance. The sub's cock bobbed in the air, leaking pre-cum onto the floor, a testament to his desperation.

"You've earned your punishment," Mansk said, his voice devoid of emotion. "But you're not going to get what you want. Not this time."

With that, he stepped away from the bed, his boots clicking against the floor as he moved towards the door. Prager's eyes followed him, a mix of confusion and desperation in his gaze. "But... Sir?" he asked, his voice trembling.

Mansk turned back, his expression unreadable. "You're going to stay there, just like that, until I come back," he said, his voice cold. "Think about what you've done while I'm gone."