#tries to get back to the normal dynamic and push himself to being fine with it right now bc he doesn't have the luxury of being upset

[eikichi-supremacy]

and they were singin', bye-bye Miss American Pie // american oldie i think kuwabara unironically listens to

(low effort lyric edit im queueing here in May cos im probably gonna forget it exists otherwise)

[elvisabutler]

I don't know if your taking requests but I had this in my head and just can't get it out.

Just Austin x reader when she is on top, I'm taking slightly mean reader with just a tiny bit of sub Austin and a lot of chest scratches+bite marks (on him)

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like a feral cat

summary: you and austin tend to switch for each other and it works well enough except for when you cover him in scratches and bite marks. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: m pairing: austin butler x female reader word count: 1332 warnings: rough-ish sex. bite marks. scratches. p in v sex ( protected ). very soft sub austin. dom-ish reader. minor bit of degradation. possessiveness. author’s note: thank you for the request darling! and one day it will not take me months or a month to get to some requests. i actually really liked this one i just- holidays and kinktober and everything just made writing kind of an adventure on what i got out. and hey first thing i've really written in a week, woo. hope you enjoy!

From the moment you and Austin entered a relationship you realized that both of you liked to play with dynamics. Maybe that made you like every other couple you knew but at the same time you like to think those couples didn't understand the rush of pleasure that hearing your boyfriend whimper your name begging to cum and the look of sheer ecstasy that crossed Austin's face when you called him sir as you begged to touch yourself. It was fine though, because you both knew safe words and you both knew better than to push each other more than was necessary. Today was no real exception as you found yourself on top of Austin, your nails digging into his upper arms, earning a hiss from him.

"Hard day at work, babe?" It's not that you had pounced on him when he got home, but it was a near miss if he's being honest. Normally that sort of thing ends in you being needy and him treating you with a certain amount of tender loving care but this- this is new and more than a bit exciting.

"Did I tell you that you could talk, Austin?" Your words are almost spit out and Austin recoils just a hair before realizing that you want a more- pliant him, not a sassy one. "Should have known you'd want to run that pretty little mouth if I didn't put something in it."

Austin can't help the way a snicker escapes his mouth at your words. Despite knowing you want him in a certain way today there's something hilarious about watching you try and be mean because it's never been your forte. At least, that's what he thought until he feels the scrape of your teeth against his shoulder before you bite down. A yelp escapes his mouth unbidden as you pull away with a smirk. "Cat got my baby boy's tongue? Didn't expect me to sink my teeth into this tanned skin of yours?"

He tries to form words, tries to defend himself against your words even as your hands leave his upper arms and your nails slide down his chest, nails digging ever so slightly into his skin, forming a trail of red marks down his torso. "Y/N, babe." He can feel your pussy clenching around him just slightly, a tease of how you normally clench his cock when you cum or when you want to force him to cum first, knowing that your grip always can do him in. "I'm- I'm sorry, shouldn't- tease you. You're just taking what you need from me, aren't you?"

Another moment and he hisses at the sting of his skin almost breaking as you move your hands back up his torso more streaks of red skin following in your wake. "I am. I'm showing everyone that you're mine. That even if you have to cover all this with makeup that you're mine. Because you'd do anything for me if I asked. Just to make your mistress happy wouldn't you?"

His head lolls backward as his hips try and rut up against you, trying to gain more friction, to get you to move up and down on his cock. Your hands move to grab his hips in an effort to stop him. He groans at the bite of your nails against the skin of his hip before looking at you. "I would, but you- I need to move to give you things."

"Why would I want you to move?" You ask, moving to mouth at his clavicle before biting down, earning a sharp inhale a cry of pleasure from Austin. "Baby boy, we know when you're like this you can't use your cock. Can't push it in the way I need it to hit me. You know I need to control how this goes."

Austin growls, his hands moving to your hips, unable to stop or control himself to stop himself from doing it. "I think I'm pushing it in pretty well, ma'am."

You tilt your head and move to kiss up his jaw line, watching it tense under your ministrations before you lightly bite at the one part you always see flex when he's frustrated or trying to control himself. His inhale has you smirking as you kiss back down his neck. "Are you? Fuck me harder, baby boy. Make it so I can barely walk tomorrow. Or should I go find another better baby boy-" The words are swallowed by Austin's lips on yours as you moan into the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a battle you're not sure you want to win.

You can't help the way your nails dig in more as you keep a firm grip on his hips. If you want you could break the skin, tear little small lines against Austin's hips as retaliation for not being as pliant as you want. But you don't, you keep your scratches a little superficial but still lining his skin, the red igniting something almost feral in you. Austin Butler was yours to mark, yours to love and no one could take that away from you. No matter how much gossip you would hear otherwise, no matter how much other people might sneer at him dating someone below him, he was yours and no one else's but yours. Your pussy clenches at the realization as you start to drag your fingers against more of his skin, wanting to see him covered in your marks. You want to give him the trophies of your love as you ride him.

From the noises leaving his mouth, you're not the only one, you think he's trying to mutter something but it's muffled against your skin as he pulls you down into him, causing one scratch to actually break the skin, with you only realizing when you pull away and see blood on your torso. Finally your hands settle on his shoulder blades, clenching them and pushing Austin down into the bed as you ground down on his cock and he rutted up against you, both of you chasing your orgasm. One of his hands finally leaves your hip and moves between your legs, his fingers callused as ever from his random guitar playing rubbing against your swollen clit, earning a cry of want and pleasure from you.

You can feel him twitching inside and feel his body shaking just slightly as he opens his mouth to speak, the words slurred into some weird Californian and Southern accent. "Let me cum, ma'am. Wanna cum before you, please. I'll be-"

"Please, Aus." Because you're barely holding on yourself and the idea of his cum filling you with no worries due to your birth control has your own body shivering. He doesn't need to be told twice, his lone hand gripping your hip even tighter, his own nails making moon shaped imprints on it as he groans, cumming and rutting up into you as you follow suit. Normally you wouldn't but tonight is just different for both you, you think, especially after you flop onto him, chest heaving as you both try to catch your breath.

"You know one of them is bleeding, right babe?" He whispers as he strokes your hair, trying to remind you that you've covered him in marks.

"I need to patch you up, I know." You answer as you pull away, whining just a hair as he pulls out of you. Standing up and stepping away from him you take a second to admire your handiwork and smirk a little. You had done that to him, scratched him up like you were a feral cat.

At your smirk Austin looks at you with hooded eyes. "As hot as it is seeing you look that pleased with yourself at making me look like a scratching post, can you go grab the antibiotic cream and a bandage?"

"Sure baby boy. Won't even make you beg for it."

You do make him say please though.

taglist: @ab4eva, @butlersxbirdy, @blurredcolour, @eliseinmemphis, @purejasmine, @lindszeppelin, i really do need to organize who likes what better.

[unohanabbygirl]

Hiding in plain sight pt 2

So I’ve decided to continue this drabble and turn it into a complete fic. In the meantime while I plan the long version please enjoy this sneak peek.

Warnings: mention of past non con

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The knights give Luke a choice, come with them of his own volition or be taken by force. Everything in Luke is screaming at him to fight back, to rage that this was all a big mistake. However, as he felt Osferth tremble in his arms like a leaf, unconsciously letting out the scent of frightened omega he knew what choice he had to make.

As the men escort them out Luke keeps a tight hold on his son, making sure to assure him that everything will be fine in the end. Humming a soft melody that his own mother once sang to him whenever he awoke from one of his many childhood nightmares.

Luke doesn’t know if his words are meant to comfort Osferth or himself at this point. All he knows is that his pup calms down considerably, letting out little whimpers as he buries his face in Luke’s neck as if trying to hide from the strange men.

They make it to a small carriage and are pushed inside. Luke hisses at one of the knights as they hold onto Osferth’s hip on the guise of ‘helping him’

Osferth goes still at the touch and his scent rottens, letting out a smell similar to spoiled meat. He’s a newly flowered omega, a late bloomer whose only interaction with an alpha since his presentation has been his great grandsire during his short visits. Corlys is much older and not as strong as he once was, his scent is no where near as powerful as it was a decade ago.

The man laughs at the protective stance Luke takes, calling him a weak bitch and slamming the carriage door in his face, almost getting his fingers caught in the door.

The omegas can hear the mocking laughter and quips about weak whoring omegas from the men as they prepare to take off.

Luke hugs his son, still shook by the Knights unwanted touch. Osferth was scared and Overwhelmed and confused. Luke never felt like such a failure as his precious pup began to sob.

He always tried his best to educate Osferth, making sure to never shy away from the topic of dynamics, especially what’s its like to live as an omega. The uncomfortable heats, enhanced sense of smell, and physical changes in your body as it now sees you a vessel to carry children were all things he was open and honest about.

His son hadn’t presented until the year before at sixteen, even later than his mother as it was normal for presentation to occur around twelve or thirteen.

Luke always saw the signs though, the way Osferth never liked to roughhouse with the other pups in their old village, his sensitive and emotionally vulnerable nature, how he’d rather cuddle and chat with Luke instead of going out and being adventurous.

He hated any and all things violent no matter what they were. Corlys would often bring storybooks as gifts during his visits as Osferth greatly enjoyed reading. He usually brung tales of brave knights and bloody battles, yet his great grandson shed away from the frightening fables.

On a random visit one day mid spring Corlys came with five books in tow once again. But this time the tales were of fae like creatures and beautiful princesses. Osferth enjoyed them greatly, face lighting up as he read the words aloud while Corlys listened happily and Luke prepared dinner.

All omegas weren’t like that. Some did prefer fighting and dreamed of being war heroes, but it was most common for them to be softer and less inclined to harsh lifestyles.

Luke himself had been that way, shy and soft, despising the heavy weight of a sword no matter if it was wooden or steel. The only time he had physically hurt another was that night in Driftmark.

The only reason no one ever took note of his lack of alpha characteristics was because his mother and father were alphas just as both their parents before them. However, his true father Ser Harwin had been a beta with an omega mother. A fact no one took into consideration when thinking of Luke’s second gender, sweeping the truth under the rug as if that would make it go away.

Had his mother acknowledged his true sire and see his actions for what they truly were rather than lying to herself perhaps things would’ve worked out differently. Perhaps she would’ve thought harder before agreeing to send him to Lord Borros shitty castle.

“You will be welcomed, you have Baratheon blood from your grandmother Rhaenys.” She said softly, the look in her eyes betraying her own words.

He would’ve never been held down as Aemond forced his knot inside of him. Grunting in his ear like a crazed animal as he used the blood from Luke’s stolen maiden head as lube.

Luke’s jaw clenched as his fists curled up in anger. After all these years he felt nothing but hatred for Aemond. Doing what he did to him then leaving without a second glance like Luke was a worthless whore.

Sometimes he wondered how he could look at his son, the spitting image of his cruel sire yet have his chest fill with warmth. He met other omegas in the past years who were in similar situations to himself, raped and left with a child. They all loved their children dearly, but couldn’t stand look at them as they served as a permanent reminder.

Luke gently touched Osferth’s cheek, patting it lovingly as he whispered that everything would be just fine and they would return home as soon as possible.

The carriage took off with Osferth shedding a single tear as the view of the home he lived in for most of his life and housed so many happy memories disappeared into the distance.

“Mother, please tell me what’s going on. What do these men want with us?” Osferth cried.

Luke bit his trembling lip, knowing that he could no long lie to his babe. He stupidly thought he could hide Osferth from the truth forever, allow for him to live a normal peaceful life without the judgmental stares and inhumane treatment of those deemed to be bastards.

The blanket of legitimacy Corlys placed over him would mean nothing to a court of vipers, regardless of it was his mothers court now.

“There is much I have never told you my love. You may be upset now, but please remember that my intentions have always been protect you.” Luke confessed as he held Osferth’s hand to his beating heart.

All he could do was hope his love didn’t resent him after.

[roadkillxd]

Thank you for replying! I just wanted to make sure I wasn't breaking any rules that could make you uncomfortable. As for the request I was thinking of alpha alejandro vargas (if you don't write for him then ghost is perfectly fine) x omega ftm reader (they are already married/dating) where reader also works in the forces (air force) but is from a different country (preferably pakistani) alejandro sees someone flirting with the reader but reader doesn't notices it and talks to the person normally, which makes alejandro jealous and it turns into smut (consensual) with softdom alejandro with touch deprivation (basically alejandro not touching the reader and using toys) and over stimulation with aftercare. I'm sorry if this is confusing or too specific, if you don't feel like writing it then it's cool. I hope you are having a good day/night.

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Ok, Alejandro is a new beloved now, thank you. He's going on the list. Full stop I'm not Pakistani nor do I have any knowledge of the language. I tried my best to convert the Urdu script to the Roman alphabet for non-Pakistani reading ease too, so forgive me if anything is off—and feel free to DM me if you're a native speaker to correct me! That goes for any foreign language I write in!

Alejandro x FTM!Reader ↪ 1711 words — 18+ / SMUT.

Content tags — trans male submissive (pakistani) omega reader, cis male dominant alpha Alejandro, crying, a/b/o dynamic, mention of claiming, unsafe sex, bondage, mention of breeding, jealousy, mild man-handling, subspace, probably bad Spanish and Urdu, overstimulation, established relationship, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, sex toys. 

Ever since the Los Vaqueros took their base back from the Shadows, you’ve requested station on base to help them rebuild from the damage left behind following the siege, a request that Laswell honored, pulling favors to get you leave from your home taskforce. 

The 141 had pulled you back into work not too long ago, operating as a personal pilot and borderline escort for Alejandro in hopes of keeping their alliance and their only non-cartel tainted relationship to Las Almas safe.

Alejandro hadn’t been super thrilled about having a babysitter. He could handle himself, and he had Rudy. 

Things changed when Ghost slid him your file and he got to see your face for the first time, paper clipped to the corner of the manilla file. He changed his mind very quickly then. He likes to remind you about it, too, just to see you fluster.

He’s watching you over his shoulder now, pretending to focus on the blueprints in front of him as you carefully weld the deformed metal of a jet, having taken a few stray bullets to the wing. You’re in that tight sage green jumpsuit that he loves so much, the safety harness you’re wearing hugging your thighs and pecs in all the right places. 

But he’s not the only one who notices, some private sauntering on over to you like Alejandro isn’t right there. His nostrils flare as he watches you push up your welding mask, greeting them happily. Maybe you know him, or maybe you’re just so sweet that it makes Alejandro’s stomach burn hot and flutter.

He doesn’t need to hear what the private’s saying to know he’s flirting—watching how he leans into your space, puts a hand on your arm, looks up and down your body while you barely notice any of it. Friendly, you just think he’s being friendly. 

“You’re leaking,” Rudy’s voice comes from beside Alejandro, nasally as he pinches his nose shut, startling Alejandro from his stupor.

Alejandro grimaces, catching a whiff of his pheromones pouring off of him. Mine, mine, mine, mine.

“Sorry, alero,” he murmurs. Rudolfo’s gaze trails over to you and the private.

“You’d think they would know better by now…”

“You’d think,” Alejandro growls. Rudy eyes the man warily, nose still pinched.

“Why don’t you go… spend some time together,” Rudy says, “I can take over here.”

Alejandro sighs, looking down at the untouched blueprints. You’d asked him to mark down damage to each one so you could keep track of it. There’s only one mark on the paper.

“I owe you,” he finally says, giving Rudy a pat on the shoulder before heading your way.

“Más bien, el soldado raso me debe,” Rudolfo mutters, turning to the workbench.

You turn to Alejandro as he approaches you, smiling. You lean up to give him a quick peck on the lips, and the second you step back Private Pérez is skittering away and out of the hangar.

You raise a brow, then catch a whiff of the scent pouring off of Alejandro, strong eucalyptus and cedar that almost burns your nose but makes you feel foggy at the same time.

“Did something happen?” You ask, pressing a hand to his cheek. He nuzzles into it, eyes closing with a smile as he turns to press a wet kiss to your palm.

He reaches up and takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. 

“Come with me,” he says low and smokey, his tone making your core drip.

You nod and he smiles, tugging you along behind him as you follow dumbly, brain slowly letting his scent overtake you. You can feel slick gathering between your thighs, and while you’re sure everyone you pass can smell it, you know they wouldn’t dare say a word, not with Alejandro's hand in yours.

He’s on you the second you reach his quarters, lips rough and biting against yours, hands grasping at your hips and pushing you hard against the door as it slams shut. You gasp against his mouth and he grins all sharp and wolfish, the outline of his cock hard and rubbing along your thigh.

You tangle your hands in his slick hair as he trails nibbling kisses down your throat, undoing your jumpsuit as he goes, baring your chest to him. He growls and licks a stripe over your nipple, making you moan as he sucks it harshly, his stubble scratching at your pec.

He moves to the other, giving it the same rough treatment before pulling away, guiding you backward until the back of your knees collide with the bed and you topple onto it. You scramble to grab at him again, wanting to pull him into another searing kiss, only for him to catch your wrists and pin you back down to the bed.

“Alejandro—” you whine, squirming.

“What’s your word, amor?” He purrs, transferring both of your wrists into one of his big hands, your brain already too dazed to focus on what his other one is doing.

“Cowboy,” you breathe, trying to rock down onto his leg he keeps purposefully just out of reach. He smiles again, and you hear the sound of metal clinking before you feel it cold and hard around one wrist, looping through the bedpost, and then the other wrist. 

You whimper, feeling his hands skate featherlight down your body, touch so faint you’d think you were imagining it if your eyes were closed. 

“Te desean,” Alejandro says, voice low, touch trailing just around your clothed core, the fabric dark and soaked through with your slick, “pero no pueden tenerte.”

You don’t remember closing your eyes, but they snap open at the sound of fabric ripping, a shiver running through your body as Alejandro tears your jumpsuit at the crotch. He’s lucky you packed more.

You can see the wand resting against the dip of his knee, assuming he got it from the drawer the same time he grabbed the handcuffs. You squirm in anticipation, mouth hanging open as the toy comes to life, the soft buzzing filling your senses. 

You jolt as he presses the head to your swollen nipple, holding it there so faintly it’s somehow more overwhelming than if he pressed it down. You moan loud and desperate, hips bucking as he watches with rapt attention, drinking you in. His cock is hard and dripping, knot already curiously swelling at the base as he takes in the sight before him.

He trails the wand down, down your sternum, your tummy, down to the mound just above your small, swollen cock. You make a pained noise, trying to shift enough for the vibrator to slip down against the pulsing nub. 

“Alejandro, meri jaan,” you cry, brain so overwhelmed with pheromones and base instinct to be bred. He can smell it on you, knot nearly full without having even entered you, nevermind touched himself, “please, pyar—touch me, touch me!”

“You’re so beautiful,” he purrs, voice thick and raspy like he’s struggling to get the words out past the haze of lust, “handsome boy, mi chico guapo. Tell me how you say it.”

The cogs in your brain churn, a full minute passing before you can piece the words together through your moans and cries. 

“Mera khobsorat larka,” you gasp.

He smiles, open mouthed and sweating, looking down at you with such adoration, such possession.

“Mera khobsorat larka,” he repeats, and pushes the wand hard against your cocklet. You keen, back arching as an orgasm rocks through you, whole body shivering up and down as your eyes roll back. 

The intense vibrations carry you through it, milking your body of its pleasure—it quickly becomes too much. He doesn’t move it away, circling your nub with it, the overstimulation making you shake, tears streaming down your face. You thrash against the handcuffs, booted feet planting on his chest in both an attempt to close your legs and push him away.

“Your word, nene,” he urges, his hand held steady against your core.

You shake your head, biting your lip. You can hear the gravelly, satisfied trill emit from deep in his chest, finally flicking the toy off. Your hips immediately crash back down onto the bed, your whole body going limp as you try to catch your breath. You barely get a moment before you feel his slick, slightly tapered cock sliding between your folds before catching on your hole, pressing in with one sharp movement of his hips.

You croak on a moan, mouth hanging open dumbly, wrists feeling sore. You’re not fully aware at this point, body floating and mind so, so foggy with instinct. Alejandro feels so good inside of you, his thick cock stretching your hole open as he fucks into you slow and steady, yet with a force you can only attribute to his jealousy. 

He doesn’t knot you—doesn’t want to push your body to that point without the proper preparation. He instead buries to the bulb and wraps his fist around it, squeezing hard to simulate your tight little hole clenching down around him. 

The sound starts as a guttural growl before growing into a loud, moaning shout as he fills you with his cum, indistinguishable from the slick you’re leaking onto the sheets. 

He pants against your scent gland as you both come down, scraping his teeth across the swollen flesh to make you shiver—not quite owned yet but close, you’ll be his when the time is right.

You catch your breath and hiccup, letting out a shaky, heart-wrenching noise caught between a sob and a whimper, pulling hard against the cuffs. Alejandro’s immediately on you, somehow steady hands unlocking them to free your wrists.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he murmurs, almost cooing as you grab for him, wrapping your arms over his shoulder and around his neck, trying to bury your face against him. He skates his hands over your body, attempting to soothe your shivering as you come down from your headspace.

[stillnotyourmusebitch]

Am I enough - Bowser x GN!Reader fic

This fic has been one I've been working on for ages but I finally felt it was time to post it. Because deep down writing this has really helped me

Warnings : Heavy angst, talks of burnout, psychotic meltdown. Happy ending.

It’s true what people say about giving your all but it just not being enough. I knew being among that of Bowser’s castle staff would be a very difficult and demanding job. That was partly the reason I took it in the first place.

As my life in the real world just wasn’t right for me. So, you can imagine when I discovered an oddly large green pipe one day hidden away in an abandoned alleyway I cut through that night to prolong getting back home. I chuckled to myself at the thought of going through it and wondered what it would be like if I found a way into one of the many Super Mario worlds. My curiosity got the better of me. I got what I wished for and more so.

I’ve been living in the Darklands for a few years now. After I was found near the castle of King Bowser. I chose to work for him. Rising steadily up the ranks to a place where I was the caregiver role to the children of the king. This meant taking each day as it came because no two were the same. I was a platform for their pranks until they saw I wasn’t going to be scared away by them. Soon after that, the wee koopalings really grew to like me. They came to me with their problems. When they wanted an outside look at projects they were working on and even let me in on the newest revenge prank in the works. We grew into an odd sort of family dynamic. I would even at a push say that Bowser was more a close friend than my king.

I was known for my kind smile and caring nature to all who needed help. But lately, I felt the wild spark that fanned my bubbly personality had dimmed to a low flutter that threatened to extinguish leaving a husk of smoke behind to fill and suffocate my soul. I tried that much harder to act like all was well but when the big man himself kept trying to gently approach the subject of my recent spout of sadness. I found that the phrase “I’m fine really I am.” And a soft smile that had become the lifeline I clung dearly to was just enough to brush away any concern he had or so I thought.

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I had barely managed to get through the day with my mask of normality not slipping and shattering to the ground But oh how it fell freely as soon as I shut the door to my quarters. My body sank in on itself with the weight of utter exhaustion finally being allowed to take over once more. Jr had noticed I had zoned out for the 5th time today when we were painting this afternoon. I told him that it was fine. I’m just a little bit tired. He looked at me for a second more before shrugging and going back to his canvas.

I know that I really need to sleep but right now I know if I went to bed I would just not want to wake up for the next day and the day after that and so on. I can’t worry my king or the koopalings. I think that is why I find my way to my ensuite bathroom in the darkness of my room. I didn’t want to put any lights on but when I got to the large tub and start to fill it. I set about lighting candles but only in the furthest corners of the room. It was better than nothing. It was just bright enough to see a silhouette of the bath at the center of the room. My eyes had adjusted to the dimness now that I just stood and stared at the water slowly rising up higher and higher. I normally would get undressed at this point. But what was the point.

I let the water rise higher transfixed by the sound of running water. My limbs moving on autopilot. I just climbed in completely clothed, shoes and all, leaned back, and finally closed my eyes.

I wanted to slip under the water and just drift away. People in my old life didn’t care but in the one I made here, I was wanted. Dare I say loved?

‘Am I enough?’

Thoughts swam frantically around in my mind. Each lasting a split second but long enough to make itself known. I don’t remember crying but it felt good to let it all go. The bath water was spilling over the sides now. I hadn’t turned the taps off. But it was okay. I let it run on. Flow over and pool beneath the tub. I let out the most guttural scream. Expelling all the negativity out of me. I just needed it gone.

“(Y/N) CAN YOU HEAR ME.” His booming voice split the air. I heard his heavy footsteps thud closer to the bathroom. The door broke into splintered pieces on the wet ground. “(Y/n)!” Bowser runs to my side. His large, clawed fingers turned the taps off, partially breaking one in the frantic movements. He scooped my sodden body out of the bath and cradled me close to his warm skin.

“Please talk to me.” He scanned me body to see if I was hurt.

I could see him talking but all I could hear was a high tinny white noise. I couldn’t get my limbs to obey me. I just hung there limply in his arms.

“I got you. I got you now.” He clings to me like I might fade from his grip into nothingness.

“B-bowser.” My tongue feels heavy in my mouth as I try to speak again.

“I’m here. I’m right here.” He sounds so small. Not like the fierce king everyone else gets to see. I’m crying again at the fragility that I’ve forced upon him.

“I-I’m so sorry sir.”

“No don’t say that. You have nothing to be sorry for. When Jr came to me today telling me he was worried about you. I should have stopped everything and gotten here sooner.”

Oh no. I scared Jr why didn’t I hide this better. Why didn’t I do something sooner?

“I’m frightened.” I choke out another sob.

“It’s okay.”

“But it’s not.” I hit his chest. “This is my fault. I let it get this bad. I kept pushing people away.” I keep thumping my fists against his chest and he just lets me. I’m begging him to just do something. Stop me. Just do something.

“I’m so tired. So damn tired.” I hit his chest once more before slumping against him again. He pulls me close. I can hear his heartbeat. It’s frantic, it’s worried. I nuzzle closer maybe if I get close enough it will calm down again. Even though I have clearly gone through a meltdown. I want to help him.

“I know you are. It’s been blatantly obvious that you were burning out before our eyes but you are so strong and caring you kept putting others before yourself. I need you to remember that you are enough. That you matter and you deserve to rest. The children will be fine for a few days if you take that time to rest up. Please let someone look after you for a little while. Please let me help you.”

I reach up and cup the side of his muzzle. His hand rests on top of mine like we are sealing a bargain. I smile weakly, to which he returns. He stands up, still holding onto me. As he walks us both back to my large bed. I’m starting to drift off to sleep but I needed to stay awake just enough to change into dry clothes that Bowser helps me into. Before lifting the covers and tucking me in. He looks down at me all curled up and slowly falling asleep. He moves off the bed but I grasp at his hand.

“Stay.” My voice is so small but he hears me. When the bed dips behind me I feel him pull me closer to his chest again. I finally let exhaustion take me but not before I felt him kiss the top of my head. A real smile tugs at my lips.

Maybe I am enough.

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This is my first fic in months and Bowser has been a real comfort character for me recently. So I hope people like this. Even if it was more of a personal idea.

[chweverni]

DO WHAT?

pairing; park sunghoon x fem!reader synopsis; your and your boyfriend got together six months ago, so it's normal for him to take time to open up to you. but what happens when you ask him to do the you(=i) trend with him? word count; 615 warning; might be a little cringe, sunghoon creates a fake persona for himself which the reader detects already, fluff (?) author's note; a sucker for sunghoon, a sucker for dancers, a sucker for this dynamic, i hope my first fic on enha is entertaining! :3 not proofread ;-;

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your boyfriend of six months, sunghoon, who you met a few years ago at the dance studio, was an introvert. so he took some time to get comfortable with you, and he tried his very best to make you feel loved, but at his own pace. and you respected it, you respected him. because he treated you very well. he's a shy dude, but after warming up to each other, he talks, a lot.

but it isn't your fault that you awfully wanted to re-create the numerous dances you see couples online doing. because, it wasn't you who wanted to keep seeing them, it's the stupid app that kept on recommending them. and you had to be honest, because you knew how adorable sunghoon would look, making the heart with you, or linking arms and swinging in circles with you. it made your heart ache at how sunghoon would totally die a little on the inside to do this, because maybe you would be pushing too hard.

but he was a dancer, so this barely 20 seconds video, shouldn't be that big of a deal for him, right?

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wrong. you were wrong. you now stood in front of a very, very, flustered and shocked boyfriend, who was stuck in a dilemma whether to agree to do it or not. for him, he really wanted to do it, he did. but, a part of him held him back, screaming 'do you really want to break the third wall of you being hot and intimidating to your obviously very cool girlfriend?'. and for him, it was a fair reason. these past months, even if he's been a pro at making you believe that he was and is a tough guy who will protect you at all costs, that claim was only true to him. because you found his little acts of service cute instead.

"you want me to do what?", sunghoon asked again, looking straight to your eyes, to make sure that you're being serious.

"please, please, please. hoonie, it's barely twenty seconds. i promise it will be quick! it's so cute..", you drew out the last phase as your voice became quieter, while you shot your most-convincing, oscar-winning look at him.

"but i'm not cute! i'm your tall, very strong and, and-", before sunghoon could add another word, you interrupted him.

"okay fine! i think you don't love me anymore. this was supposed to be a cute memory of us but i don't think you even wanna keep it!", you put on a faux act, knowing it would win him over, as you crossed your arms, turning your face away from him.

she did not just pull that card. sunghoon was in disbelief. how can you literally judge the strength of his love for you off of a mere video? he can do the dance. and he will, for you.

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"and.. that's.. it!", you ended the video as it started saving it in your storage. you kept the phone on the table, as you quickly stole a kiss from sunghoon's lips. "thank you so much for agreeing, baby! you made me very happy, and for that, i dub thee, the greatest boyfriend on earth! and with that, i invite you to a date with me, to the restaurant nearby, so celebrate your promotion!", you said, hugging him tightly.

sunghoon's ears were now blood red, but he didn't understand one thing.. what boyfriend was he before then?

"baby?", he asked as you hummed.

"what boyfriend was i before? was i not great enough?"

"well.. you did pretend to be cold and mysterious around me..", you drew the sentence slowly, smiling to yourself.

so she knew? well fuck.

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there's a shakk in our jjappaguri <3

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr byeee <33

[davidchiemcore]

first writing on this account!! im actually OBSESSED with the possible dynamic between david and levi.... very short but i hope it gets the point across

spoilers: up to chapter 2 episode 11

cws: none really? maybe implied self loathing

“I’m sure you’re a good person, Levi. Just keep trying your best, and you’ll get to where you want to be.” David smiled at him, patting him on the back gently. The two sat next to each other, alone in the dining hall.

The larger man sighed and sunk his face into his hands. His meal had long grown cold, and the conversation had long run dry. “It’s useless.”

“A lot of people feel like that, but they end up achieving great things. Just because it feels that way, doesn’t mean you always will.” David repeated.

Levi shook his head, and slowly pushed out his chair. “It’s fine. Thank you for your words, but I’ll go rest now.”

David felt a prickle in his chest. Before he knew it, he was standing up too, and walking in front of Levi. “Hold on, listen to me.” He wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but something in his brain told him he needed to. “You’re… you’re not as bad as you think. Just because you used to be- ”

Levi looked away. “Thank you, but drop it.”

Something urged him on. “It’s important to me that you know-”

A hand fell on his shoulder. It gave a slight push that likely didn’t feel very strong to Levi, but caused David to stumble a bit. A dangerous look fell over Levi’s face. “I said drop it. Before I-” He quickly pulled his hand away after realizing what he was doing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’ll go now.”

David stared up at him. His expression had fallen, leaving a mixture of shock, confusion, and something else Levi didn’t quite recognize on the boy.

The prickling in David’s chest had stopped. He chuckled, not out of amusement but some sense of resignation, before giving his normal charming smile. “It’s alright. I’m sorry for pushing, you should rest.”

As he walked away, Levi’s stomach turned as he realized what David’s expression had been.

Disdain.

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In the trial room, David glanced among his classmates. He was looking for someone to hurt, someone to blame, someone to take out all of these feelings on. His eyes settled on Levi. “And you? Did you really believe what I said about ‘being a good person?’ How fucking stupid.”

“David, I-” He grinned as he saw Levi shift uncomfortably.

“Spare me the tears. Oh, poor Levi, he just tries so, so hard, doesn’t he? Well guess what- it’s too late. The moment you became a bad person, there was no going back.”

He gritted his teeth, clearly biting back his words. The sight caused a bubbling laughter to form in David’s throat, starting out almost unheard and progressing to a full, uncontrollable cackle.

As it calmed, he spoke again. “So sorry, it’s just… it’s just so…” It wasn’t funny, no. It was sad. Sad for Levi, sad for his classmates, and most of all, sad for David. The realization made his smile fade instantly, and his voice raised. “So fucking pathetic. Are you kidding me? I have to see this shit?”

Levi raised his voice in turn. “That’s enough! Why can’t you just…” He stopped himself, his voice shutting down in shame.

“No, do go on, Levi. Show everyone here what you’re really like.” The man stood silently, and he sighed. “What a shame, but at least I got what I wanted.“ What he wanted? That’s not right. Suddenly everything swirled around him, his voice too unbearably loud even for himself.

David took a deep breath in. No, he can do this. This was supposed to feel good, wasn’t it? He needed it to, or he just couldn’t take it. It doesn’t matter anyway, they’re all worthless.

Just like him.

[jinx-on-mars-19xx]

A Hunter's Beast Tamed

Not Natural ✨ The Devil's Trap ✨ Holy Water ✨ The Demon's Altar ✨ Midnight Meeting ✨ The Hunter's Trap ✨ Sharp Secrets and Bloody Blades

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: SPN inspired, ABO dynamics (knots, slick, heats), demon Kells, hunter Dom, blood, lots of it, somehow survived death sex, intense sex, insults, teasing, slight body worship, needy desperate boys, Dom being a brat, Kells trying to be careful, threats, d/s dynamics, begging, sweet moments, blood tasting, boys in love who won't admit it ⚰️ rating: explicit

They weren't sure who was more overwhelmed in the moment, fight or flight induced adrenaline was pumping the blood through their veins in overtime and while they were both mostly healed, crimson was still dripping from the devil's throat. Dom could swear if he focused he could watch the skin knitting itself back together but he couldn't keep his attention on any one thing. "Now?" He finally prompted when Kells didn't move, it was hard to do anything else but stare.

"Spoiled bitch." The demon teased but if anyone was it was him. He always gave himself whatever he wanted but normally his cravings didn't come with as many possible downfalls as the omega's perfect cunt seemed to. If he fell into it he might never come back out.

"'Ere a magic word or summat?" Dom huffed, wrapping his thighs around the beast's hips loosely as if he could pull him in. That monster cock was ghosting his cloth covered core and he needed more. He needed everything but he didn't want to be too vulnerable. Maybe he was spoiled a bit already, he hadn't even thought to remove his boxers because he knew his partner had magic but the beast's next movement was to shove his hand under the boy's ass to grip the fabric tight before ripping. Dom squeaked, he hated making such a shocked noise but his lover was always surprising.

"You could try a fucking 'please' once and a while. Shit kid, you drive me insane." The demon growled as he tossed the tatters of wet fabric to the floor. Jade eyes were wide and intent on him, pupils blown. He wasn't used to being seen, watched maybe, but for the first time he felt seen.

"I jus' almost died. Be nice and fuck me like a good boy. I don't gotta say 'please'." Dom purred, smiling up at him. With them both naked though everything felt more real. More intense.

"Yeah and yet I already want to kill you." Kells grumbled as he worked a trail of kisses down the human's blood soaked neck. Neither was sure whose blood was whose but they were drenched. His teeth bit gently over the kid's thundering pulse but the thought of hurting him made the monster sick.

They both reached between them at the same moment, Kells wrapping his palm around the base of his dick and Dom grabbing at the crown. Nails scratched gently and he shuddered but most of his focus was locked on the knot he felt throbbing under his touch and the heat radiating off the boy's core. "Shiiit- I got it. Let me." He tried to demand but he didn't have any real control of the situation. No, he was giving in to his primal instincts and that scared him more than almost anything. If he hadn't just watched the Hunter die he'd say it was the most frightening.

Dom whimpered, pulling probably a little too roughly at the beast's cockhead. The problem was they were both working at different angles and he was far too tight. Kells tried to push himself down and the punk tried to pull him up and it just ended with a slip n' slide and a growling monster. "Get your fucking hand off."

"No."

Kells arched a brow at the kid and tried to still his trembling body. "Do you want me inside your pussy you petulant little bitch?"

Dom huffed and rolled his eyes but his belly flipped as a fresh wave of slick escaped him. Fine. He could play good boy for a moment. "Could've sworn 'is was supposed to be beautiful."

Dom's blood, slick, and precum wet palm slapped against the demon's spine and his blunt nails clawed up his skin. When he reached his shoulder blades a jolt of electricity shot through Kells and he trembled, his hips jerking forward before he could stop it. The human gasped when his lover slipped in the first few inches, the stretch and burn was immediate, but the glide was almost easy. Dom wouldn't admit it out loud but there was something about using their own blood as lube, the fact it was soaking almost every inch of their skin, that made him feel even more wild with lust.

Kells pulled his knees up under his omega's perky ass and pressed his elbows to either side of his shoulders. His fingers tangled into the boy's dark hair and he let himself do something he'd never enjoyed before the Hunter- he kissed him. Those lips were what he had to imagine heaven felt like, pillow soft and pussy wet. There was a warmth to them and a taste he couldn't describe. The kid was sweet but not like candy, it was a sweet he hadn't tasted in centuries. There was a fresh flavor to sugary treats before the industrial revolution. Dom reminded him of sun warmed baked goods and sugared fruit. Their tongues met and he groaned deep in his chest, almost squeezing his lover too tightly to him.

The boy squirmed, his cunt quivering around the devil's cock. He needed more. He needed all of it. Kells got the hint and pulled back with a gasp, trying to fight deeper inside. He could tell the human was barely breathing but he hoped it was more from pleasure than pain. The omega was still thinking 'more' on a constant loop so he obliged, pumping his hips in slow circles. Every inch deeper stole his breath and made him dizzy- the demon was feeling more human than he ever had before. Of course it took a bratty virgin and his needy tight cunt. Strong thighs gripped his hips, heels dug into his ass. The kid was still scratching at his shoulders but he tried to ignore the constant thrum of energy there. It was nothing. "Fuck-" Dom's voice was high and thready when his dick jerked deep and he paused his thrusts.

"Good or bad?" He rasped, he could feel his throat healed but it still didn't work quite right.

"Shut up and-"

"No. Look at me baby? This is a lot." He tried to soften everything but he couldn't control how hard his cock was or the fact that his knot was threatening to pop.

"Pretty egotistical of yas ain't it? I can take you." Dom slurred but his voice was thin with strain.

Kells didn't think it could be called narcissism if he was right but he was trying to stop their bickering for once. "If you want to talk like we're an old married couple you're going to have to fucking wife me bitch." Well… after that comment he was trying to stop the fussing. "It's not ego Dominic. You might be an omega but that's still almost ten inches for your first time-"

"Second."

Kells huffed and rolled his eyes at the interruption, he still didn't exactly count their first playdate, but the boy would see after they finished. After he was fucked raw and sloppy and could feel Kells in his guts for days. Then he'd know. "-second time. I'm trying to make it good. Now shut the hell up and let me make you scream."

He could literally see as Dom's pupils blew somehow wider and his pillow lips parted on a whine. The hold around his waist loosened and finally the boy nodded before taking a shaking deep breath. Kells couldn't reposition himself, he couldn't bring himself to touch the kid any less, but what he could move he did- rolling his hips back slowly. They both moaned as he sank deeper, the pace wasn't as fast as Dom had felt desperate for but as he felt himself adjusting around the demon's rock hard length he knew the bastard knew best.

"So fucking tight." The beast growled, his elbows digging deeper in the mattress until he was all but doing some bastardization of a pull-up into the Hunter. Their sweat and crimson drenched chests glued together and popped apart with every plunge and Kells could feel himself sinking deeper. Deeper. So fucking deep.

The most surprising thing the demon discovered as he worked to take the boy apart on his cock was that Dom went quiet in his rapture. Not vocally quite- fuck no. He was whimpering and whining and making these gorgeous grunting noises that sounded like he was mid-fight, which only served to make the monster need him somehow more. But inside? For the first time since he'd started stalking the brat, Dom's mind was peaceful.

The Hunter stared into storm cloud eyes and swore underneath the sex and blood he could still smell ozone. The air felt like the moment before a lightning strike and it struck every nerve he had in the best way. His cock was twitching where it was pressed almost too tight between their bellies but he barely cared. All that mattered was the way his inner walls clenched around his lover's dick and the shocks of pleasure that shot through him with every pump over his spot. The demon's crown caught against it, he was right about being long but fuck, he was thick too and his pleasure center felt swollen with need. "F-fink m- I'm close?" He stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper and the beast had the balls to smirk.

The sound of their bodies slapping together almost drowned out the kid's voice but Kells could always hear him in his mind. "Ya think?" He purred, tracing a fresh scar on Dom's cheek with his tongue. The skin tasted hot and coppery and it sent a shiver down his spine.

"F-fr-frea- mmmfuck!" Dom whined when he couldn't seem to insult his lover. His body shook, his lashes fluttering fast. He knew he was scratching too hard at the demon but he couldn't help himself. For the first time in too long he was truly letting go. There was a coil in his belly pulling tight and hot, a pressure building with every roll of their bodies. His cheeks flushed pink at whatever noise he was making but he couldn't care. He felt truly alive and he wouldn't waste a moment of it on shame. Something else brushed his folds, a new stretch trying to fit inside, and his eyes flew open. "Wha'- wha'- Kells?"

Kells buried his face in the Hunter's wild hair for a moment, he wasn't hiding but… maybe he was. He knew he wasn't alpha anymore but his dick was trying to act like it. Probably just a residual thing after healing the boy. He knew it wouldn't inflate completely though- that was impossible. "Ignore it. Enjoy it. Fuck just-" He didn't know what he was going to explain but he didn't have to, Dom spoke up before he could finish.

"It's yous." He mumbled and the demon groaned, his pace picking up hard and fast.

Dom cried out when he felt that something extra push inside him and pop back out. It was intense and almost overwhelming but he was far enough into his rapture for it to be heaven and besides, it meant his partner wasn't holding back. "Take me- take me so- fucking- good!" Kells grunted between thrusts. He was almost bending the human in half but he couldn't stop. He could feel that tell tale zing down his spine and his balls felt tight. "Mine." He accidentally moaned and that was fucking it.

Dom didn't think he would shatter so easily but that word tipped him right over the edge. He'd deny it forever but he needed that, he needed to be claimed. Even if it wasn't for long. He felt himself jerk and spill hot between them, easing the glide even more but the overwhelming part of his pleasure was the way his core tightened and his slick gushed, trying to escape around the demon's throbbing cock.

Kells felt the moment his omega broke and the wet grip of his pussy tripped him over too. He tried to keep moving but he couldn't, the boy was too tight to pull out. He found himself grinding deeper, his knot bouncing against quivering folds once, twice- "Oh fuckme-" His voice was a gravel growl as he felt their bodies lock together. How was he supposed to explain that?

Dom screamed his rapture as a new pressure pressed at his walls. Rope after rope of white heat filled his womb but they still couldn't separate at all and he was surprised how much he didn't care. He felt too good. He felt complete. "Kells." He whined softly, trying to keep the demon close and calm. He could feel he was just as shocked, maybe even more so. They had plenty to talk about but none of it mattered. They were alive. They were safe. They felt so fucking good. They could figure everything else out later.

Kells didn't know what any of it meant but the human was too addictive to care. Too calming. He wanted to seal their lips together and never come up for air but he settled for gentle pecks and exploring licks until he thought his boy could handle more. One thing he did know was what he'd said accidentally so he repeated it on purpose, whispering "Mine." as they rode out their pleasure. The other shoe might drop later- hell it might even be a steel toe shit kicker but for the moment everything felt perfect and if the devil focused he thought he could hear another demon throwing an absolute bitch fit from the pit.

Author's Note/Tags: @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @fenoy7 @cole-way-iero28 🖤

Hope this was all you wished for! It's obviously not the last time and if you ask Dom it's not the first but at least they're connecting, even if it's bitchy 😂 Why is Kells body acting like an alpha if he thinks he isn't? How does he have angel powers? Does Astaroth have any more claim over Dom? Did they just start a war? Is it safe for them to do this? Keep reading! Thank you ⚰️🖤

[thestrangestthing89]

Season 1. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Season 2. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Season 3. Part 1 Part 2

Mike Character Analysis: Season 3 Part 3:

So now that we understand internalized homophobia a little better let's get into this inappropriate make-out sesh with Mike and El. Because if we understand that Mike internally realizes he's gay and is repressing his feelings (just like mom and dad told him to in season 2) because he's confused and afraid, his behavior here makes a lot of sense. His body language tells us that he is uncomfortable. El puts her hand on his face - he moves it off of him. El tries to lean in - he gently shoves her away. El wants to kiss - he wants to sing. And the thing that drives it all home for me is his behavior toward Hopper. A person who he's previously gotten along with fine. But now Hopper was there for Mike's melt down at the end of season 2 and knows some things. I wrote more about the Hopper/Mike dynamic here.

So Mike is hostile towards him, but the Hopper/Mike interactions are the only time we see a return of the quick-to-lash out Mike was saw in season 2. He doesn't repress his emotions around Hopper. Because Hopper showed him he doesn't have to -he can get mad and yell at him and Hopper is still going to be there. But Mike is also deliberately picking a fight here and we know this through Hoppers complaining about it Joyce. This is a nightly ritual with them. Mike breaks Hoppers rules and Hopper kicks Mike out of the house. Once again this is not simply Mike acting like a teen. Because if a teenager wanted to stay at his girlfriends house to make out with her, would he go out of his way to piss off her father so that he gets kicked out? Of course not. He would be following all the rules and possibly sucking up so he can stay even if he was annoyed by it.

But Mike pisses him off and gets kicked out and as he's biking to the movies El is on the walkie telling him she misses him already. And Mike briefly makes this disgusted and confused face. Earlier I mentioned that Mike and El exhibit signs of codependency and that all of their making-out is a symptom of that. Codependency is complex and has a number of characteristics present in this relationship but I'm just going to say that Mike and El constantly cancelling plans with their friends is not healthy. They don't set good boundaries with each other and spend every second of the day together. Making-out. All day. In the cabin without an adult. And if Mike's doing this then he can't be gay right? He's trying very hard to convince himself (and the audience) of this. So Mike gets to the movies late and Lucas, Max, and Will are annoyed. Lucas calls him out for spending too much time with El and Mike gets defensive. He's just spending time with his girlfriend. But Lucas is also spending time with his girlfriend and his friends at the same time. Lucas and Max are here as a point of comparison for what a healthy romantic relationship is supposed to look like for this age group. And it's basically the same thing they did as friends. Hang out. They don't even kiss this season. Because they just finished middle school. Mike is immediately self-conscious about this comparison. He's trying very hard to be normal by being in a relationship with El and if people think he's not normal then he's wrong again about how he's supposed to be behaving.

We have a very interesting scene here with Mike and Will in the movie theater. The two are sitting next to each other and Mike immediately clocks that Will isn't ok. Now Will barely moved - he went to touch the back of his neck because Mind Flayer - and Mike notices and asks if he's ok. They both are blushing and staring at each other intensely for a lot longer than necessary. It's a charged moment. Will says he's fine and Mike doesn't believe him (Will doesn't lie and the rare occasion when he does Mike notices - remember this for next season). But Mike doesn't push and lets it go. So what the hell is with all the blushing and staring? Because it almost seems like they are trying to indicate that something happened here with these two off screen. It's clear the audience isn't being given context for something.

Later, Hopper tells Mike to stop coming to the house and Mike chooses to lie to El about (which is not what Hopper asked him to do for the record) and El immediately registers that he's lying. So Mike spends the day passively doing what Lucas tells him to do in order to fix it. It's important to note here that Lucas's advice - get her a gift - is wrong. All Mike had to do was apologize to her. But he spends his day looking at things he can't afford at the mall. Mike could have easily found her a gift he could afford if that was what he wanted to do (and he does this in season 4 with the flowers. An obvious and free gift he could have easily given El here). But Mike is just doing what Lucas tells him to do and he's not thinking for himself. Because he doesn't know how to act in this situation with her. Which stands out, because Mike is about to get into the same situation with Will and handles it correctly. Mike's avoiding doing the thing he's supposed to do - talking to El. It's a thing they don't do. He knows that he should. He does it with Will. But he's trying to be normal and Lucas knows how to be normal so he is listening to him and second guessing himself, because his real self (with Will) is the problem that needed fixing. Mike is complex. El dumps his ass and this scene is funny. It's meant to be lighthearted. Cold as Ice is playing and the sun is shining and Will is laughing in the background. Back in the basement, Mike is complaining - about Hopper. Not the breakup. He doesn't understand how he got into this situation because he did what he was told (he didn't exactly but Mike doesn't take responsibility for anything when it comes to El). Mike is not complaining about El breaking up with him or indicating that he wants to get back together with her. He is complaining because to him, he did everything right and it still backfired. Will wants to play D&D and Lucas and Mike are ignoring him. They get mean here. They make fun of Will and Will gets upset and leaves. This is the only time we see Mike being unaware of Will's feelings and it's because he is trying to be Lucas. He is mimicking Lucas through this whole scene (and through most of season 2). But the second Mike realizes he actually hurt Wills feelings he is done pretending. He practically climbs over Lucas to get to Will. Now Mike and Will are fighting and it's in stark contrast to the fight with El. It's dark and pouring rain and they are both upset. Please explain to me when, in the history of movies, there has been a fight in the rain that was not intended to be romantic? "It's not my fault you don't like girls". Yes, Mike is projecting here but it's also important to take the context of the fight into consideration. Lucas and Mike think having a girlfriend makes them adults. They think playing games like Will makes them childish so, Mike at least, pretends not to like D&D. And we know he's pretending because he's playing in season 4 and he's happy. But this whole fight is about how Mike isn't acting like himself. He doesn't hang out with his friends anymore and he's focused on El too much. He's right and Mike knows this (he acknowledges as much next season). So when Mike says "it's not my fault you don't like girls" there is a "yet" implied. Mike never expresses himself well when he is defensive and emotional. He's calling Will a child. Which is especially ridiculous because Mike and Lucas are so immature this season it's actually annoying and it's Will who is showing emotional intelligence. Mike then says "Did you think we weren't going to get girlfriend and we'd just play games in the basement all day?" Again, he thinks playing games in the basement and not having a girlfriend is childish.

Part 4

[khalixascorner]

Promised in Chains Pt 2

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

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

Read on AO3 Part 1

Mr. Stark had Friday send a message to the others, asking them to ready a bench, whatever that meant. Then he signaled for Peter to follow him as the Alpha swept out of Medbay. Peter stayed as close to the Alpha as he could, terrified they’d be stopped or that someone would interfere. However, no one paid them any mind, and a small part of Peter relaxed as they hit the elevators.

“Sir?” Peter asked as the silence really hit him. “What’s going to happen next?”

“I had to give you a suppressant to hold off your heat when we were still in the field,” Mr. Stark said, his voice solemn. “In order to override the suppressant and allow your heat to progress normally, I’m going to mate and claim you in front of the pack. This will also allow them to serve as witnesses should anyone try to challenge my claim to you.”

“When you say the pack, you mean the whole Avengers pack?” Peter practically squeaked.

“Any that are available to bear witness, yes,” Mr. Stark replied.

Peter swallowed hard, and his chest started to feel tight again. He tried to remind himself of the alternative, but it didn’t make it any easier. Mr. Stark must have caught his panic, because the next thing he knew, Peter was being drawn into a warm, firm hug.

“It will be ok, Omega mine,” the Alpha murmured. “It is a natural part of joining a pack for an Omega, and it will be over before you know it.”

“I’ve never- That is, I don’t know what to do,” Peter admitted, his face red. “What if I mess up? Or I do something wrong?”

“No one will judge you for anything that happens today,” Mr. Stark assured him. “Just follow my lead, and do as I say. I’ll take care of you.”

“Ok, ok, I can do that, Mr. Stark,” Peter said, trying to steady his breath.

“Call me Alpha or sir during the bonding,” Mr. Stark said, gripping Peter’s chin and forcing him to look at the Alpha. “Or Tony if you want when we’re alone. I won’t have my own Omega calling me Mr. Stark though.”

“Yes, sir,” Peter replied, feeling a bit breathless.

“Good.”

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Peter couldn’t stop the fine tremors in his hands as the elevator let them out in the Avengers common room. Between the sporadic cramps and nerves, his whole body seemed barely under control. He had been to the common room only once or twice before in his role as Mr. Stark’s intern, but it was nearly unrecognizable now. The couches and seating had all been pushed back to the walls, and the tables were relocated as well.

In the center of the room stood an elaborate wooden stand with strange leather padding on it. Mr. Stark walked straight towards it and Peter trailed behind him, sticking as close as he could without outright hiding. A quick glance around the room showed every member of the Avengers Pack was in attendance, and Peter felt his breath catch in his chest again.

Still, he stayed close to Mr. Stark and kept his head down after he noticed a few less than happy looks sent his way.

“Look at me, Peter,” Mr. Stark said as they reached the stand.

Peter quickly obeyed, his focus entirely on the Alpha.

“I’m going to remove your clothing, then place you on the bench,” Mr. Stark said, his voice calm and steady. “There’s the inspection to prove you are indeed unmated and unbound first. Then once that has been witnessed, I’ll scent mark you to welcome you into the pack. After that, I’ll mate and mark you, which will jump start your heat again. The first knotting is with the pack in attendance, but after that, we’ll relocate to my rooms as soon as we can to complete your heat there. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Peter whispered, biting back a pained sound as a particularly bad cramp hit.

“It will be ok, Omega,” Mr. Stark murmured as he pulled the Medbay gown off of Peter. His underwear and slip-ons followed, leaving him exposed to everyone, and Peter couldn't stop the anxious whine that bubbled up.

Mr. Stark grasped the back of Peter’s neck, scruffing him, and Peter felt some of the anxiety fade as his body naturally responded to the Alpha. His torso was pressed down against the largest cushion while his arms and legs were guided onto smaller cushions. Peter fought not to struggle as other hands strapped him down even as Mr. Stark’s hand on his neck never let up.

“Easy, Omega, it’s just the pack helping,” Mr. Stark said firmly. “Do not fight them.”

Peter slumped, exhausted already and fighting to stay aware. He vaguely noted the scent of other Alphas that he thought he recognized, but it was distant and brief. Then he was surrounded by Mr. Stark’s scent. The light touches over his body stroked the heat that had been banked by the suppressants.

Peter whimpered as he felt a hand run up his leg until it came to his cocklet.

“Look at your cute little cock,” Mr. Stark murmured as he gave it a few pulls. Then he slid his hand back to his wet slit, shoving two fingers in harshly and drawing more whimpers from Peter as the Alpha probed him. “He’s untouched.”

Peter heard someone respond and then other hands were touching him again. He couldn’t stop the flinch and the instinctive need to struggle.

“Stop fighting,” Mr. Stark growled in his ear, his hand scruffing Peter again. The Omega collapsed further into the leather. He felt boneless and floaty as the hands continued to touch him before finally withdrawing.

Peter whined, feeling adrift without anything to ground him. Then he was surrounded in Mr. Stark’s scent. It was relaxing until a sharp cramp startled a yelp out of him.

Hands ran down his sides, soothing the pain and helping him relax again.

“There we go, just relax and let me take care of everything,” Mr. Stark said. His voice was warm and made Peter feel safe, even as the Alpha stretched him. A small part of Peter was terrified because this would change everything, but he trusted Mr. Stark. His spidey sense was quiet and his Omegan instincts happily submitted to the older Alpha.

“It’s time, Omega mine,” Stark said, draping over Peter’s back and blanketing him in the Alpha’s warmth.

“Yes, sir,” Peter replied softly with a small whimper.

The Alpha lifted off slightly and then Peter felt something large push against him. Even though the heat was hitting properly, Peter’s body still fought the Alpha cock initially. Stark didn’t give up though, and it was Peter’s body that gave, letting the Alpha in.

Peter groaned as Stark’s cock stretched him wide, his body fighting at first as the Alpha gave a few shallow thrusts. Then he pulled back and thrust hard into Peter’s wet hole, not stopping until he bottomed out.

“That’s it, Omega, show everyone how well you can take it,” Stark growled, and Peter whined in response. “Such a good boy for me, aren’t you?”

Peter panted even as he tried to process the input of being stuffed so full. His chest was cold but his back burned with his Alpha’s heat. It was too much, and then suddenly not enough as his body ached with a need he’d never felt before. He felt so cold and distantly, he knew it was because his temperature had spiked, but that didn’t seem to matter. All that mattered was trying to get closer to the warmth behind him. Peter lost track of time as things started blurring. Only his Alpha’s scent stayed in focus, heavy with desire and control.

“Shhh, Omega, I’ll take good care of you,” Mr. Stark murmured into his ear as he started thrusting harder. “Been waiting so long to treat you right. Gonna show you how to be a proper Omega, knotted on your Alpha’s cock. You’re going to look so good at my side, the perfect Omega.”

Peter jerked at that, just as Mr. Stark bit into his mating gland even as he knotted the Omega, overwhelming all rational thought.

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Peter’s awareness drifted in and out for some time. He had the impression of hands touching him all over and voices floating around but nothing seemed to make sense to his heat ridden brain. All he could feel was warmth seeping into him.

A straw was put to his lips and he drank gratefully only to have it taken away and replaced with something small to eat. He took what was given to him without complaint, ignoring the odd tastes and smells that occasionally mingled with berries and sweet juice.

Before long, the itch beneath his skin returned and he squirmed against the bench, whining as the pain returned as well. Hands tugged and pulled, and finally, he was lifted away from the now slick furniture. Peter whimpered but was shushed as he was picked up and carried to somewhere different.

Soft blankets and pillows soothed his burning skin even as the heat continued to build. It was a relief when the stuffed feeling returned, and he sagged into the bedding, not fighting as the Alpha claimed him again.

“That’s right, take your Alpha’s cock,” Tony practically cooed at him. “Look at you, such a good slut, spreading your legs without a fuss while I breed you. Gonna look so huge when I stuff this belly full of pups.”

Peter gasped and whined as Tony pounded him harder until finally the Alpha’s knot locked again. Tony settled on top of him, caging him into the nest and drowning Peter in his scent even as his teeth closed over the Omega’s mating gland again.

After that, everything blurred. There were brief moments of lucidity, flashes of coherence where his Alpha would feed him or hold him close. The rest was lost to a haze of rutting and knots, and a heat far stronger than anything he had ever felt before. Still, he was grateful to his Alpha, for taking care of him instead of leaving him to suffer alone. And when the driving need finally abated, Peter curled up next to Tony, purring in his Alpha’s arms.

[sanchoyo]

sorry hi again. want a queen ship mocumentary.

^_^)/)🌵

touching the cactus.

oh me too.... I don't think there's a single character thats NOT a hot mess, and theres so many of them that it would have a few full seasons of shenanigans. the character dynamics...

-everyone having a crush on pereskia. (she is extremely aro and too focused on Important Matters to actually notice)

-arilla doing way more jobs than he SHOULD be and being an exasperated babysitter to everyone. please just let him eat an entire cake alone and drop into a food coma. thats all he wants hes already half dead!! let him rest!!!

-queen's the horribly demanding boss that you dont want to say no to, because..she IS nice, don't wanna hurt her FEELINGS, but...my goodness she asks a LOT. but she asks it so nicely!!! (the running gag of her being so proper and pretty in public vs in the lab when shes a mess, too) + queen and arilla both being the worst at fighting. the episode where pereskia, worried queen might not do so well if shes not there to act as a body guard, tries to teach her to fight and its the most pathetic flailing youve ever seen in your life. she gets a LITTLE sweaty and just curls up bc its TOO HARD and shes SORE and doesnt want to be sweaty anymore :( (she has done (1) push-up, with shaky arms)

-sapote and cara being an entire comedic duo. cara's culture shock abt the aliens vs sapote never being shocked by humans bc shes so down for anything. (all of the other aliens are shocked by how unphased sapote always is) sapote and her sister being SOOO opposites (her sister is older, more mature, and way sweeter. and also a crybaby) +the daycare shenanigans vs how...it would very quickly devolve into an r rated series if sapote was the main focus and we werent around any kid or teen charas jkdhfkj it would turn into. magical girl rick and morty im sorry to say but its the truth

-saguaro and queen's little passive aggressive talks every time they speak to each other. 'oh im sorry was it SCIENCE that brought deep blue back the first time? noo it was the miracle of mew aqua miss queen ^_^' 'mew aqua IS science from our ancestors ^_^' 'no, i think you're mistaken! there's no way thats true it was a gift from deep blue ^___^' ...everyone deciding saguaro is a weirdo (they are ALL weirdos) but then it cuts to saguaro explaining WHY they do things in their particular way (explaining deep blue cult stuff) and its like oh ok! theres an entire cult on this ship! haha thats probably fine! but they keep insisting its SUPER normal guys cmon. also using it to justify anything they do. deep blue sama WOULD want you to give them that bag of tea and pastries u stole from the cafe btw he told them himself. not lying btw. true and if you dont well. PERHAPS deep blue will tell them to put a tack on your chair.

-erdisia having to take a workplace sensitivity class bc she keeps trash talking humans. sure, we want to kill ALL OF THEM, but! you ought to speak nicer abt them when cara's around!!! :/ (none of them see the irony in this btw except arilla whos regularly just staring directly into the camera like :\ ) every ep she tries to sabotage cara so SHE can work with sapote senpai instead. this is always thwarted in extremely looney toons fashion and its so frustrating to her but hilarious to watch. tunillo is in the same sensitivity class. but they, and this is important, cannot STAND each other and refuse to believe they have any of the same issues (or their humanphobia is even an issue)

-tunillo refusing to sleep for a week and starts being increasingly paranoid and hallucinating things on the screens he monitors bc hes so sleep deprived. so every other hour hes setting off red alerts and everyones panicked trying to find the. fake threats...that increasingly become more absurd...but by the end everyones incredibly unhinged and worn out by the end because theyve been on high alert all day...so they dont believe tunillo when he spots team tm2 actually breaking into the ship HAHA

-cara catches a (mild, normal) human cold, and everyone else catches it and are convinced theyre gonna die of Human Cooties. rip. and like, queen is a doctor. like, shes a scientist, and shes a doctor, technically speaking! but no one with a brain* TRUSTS her to do regular doctor things (*sapote and arilla are outliers adn should not be counted.) but in the event of everyone getting sick, she WANTS to play doctor!!! please just let her poke you with a LITTLE needle 🥺 she wont do anything weird she promisessss u wont wake up tomorrow glowing purple or anything 🥺🥺🥺

-cara calling tunillo an incel gamer type and he has NO idea what ANY of those DIRTY EARTH WORDS mean but hes SO insulted bc of her tone that he goes and rats on her to queen. queens like, cara honey sweetie my dear little snake child. what does gamer mean? and cara turning red trying not to to laugh. and shes like ohh no worries maam. gamer is a COMPLIMENT. and her and sapote and arilla are trying SO hard. so hard. not to laugh bc queen spends the week telling everyone theyre being such GOOD gamers!!!

-sapote continuing to bring human things on the ship, and people asking cara what they are since shes their resident human. and cara just starts, at some point. lying? for her own entertainment? theres not much else To Do when ur So Watched all the time. so its like oh yeah! well THAT is an item of HUGE importance to us, used in very sacred ceremonies. very ancient and beloved. and it cuts to a shot of a toilet plunger.

-cara and sapote dont have clearance to certain areas. (cara even less than sapote!) they want to GO in certain areas sometimes. (well. sapote does, and cara is obligated to follow her) so it stands to reason they just. they just gotta get the fingerprint of someone who DOES have that clearance! like arilla! sapote knocks him over the head and the entire episode is them trying to weekend at burnies him around to explore the ships more closed off areas. but they keep being stopped by EVERYONE because EVERYONE needs SOMETHING from arilla, all of the time. forever.

-the running joke of erdisia being some kind of Creeture, like. why is she like that in general? crouched in the rafters hissing. can someone get her down. shes tiny but so so so mean. there would be erdisia roast comp videos of all her sickest burns.

-all of them enabling each others worst behaviors. its like if its always sunny was set in a scifi setting. an episode where mira gets kidnapped or something and is like wow! all of you are really messed up :/

-...the quiche commentary corner where it cuts to him in his cell making comments on everything (dont ask how he can know whats going on. its not important whats important are his opinions) he hears abt mira and is like ohh. so. do you think them having a mew kid is gonna add stress? to like, ichigo and masaya's marriage? u think theres a chance of divorce? think I got a shot maybe? ik its been 20+ years but 🤔 instead of caring abt the drama of queens upper circle, LMAO

[beetletricks]

I can also see Oscar putting himself down for not being able to push down his insecurities and doubts in order to lift up the others like you said

resulting in Ruby, after the events of Volume 9,  admitting how important it is to express herself so clearly and easily, because she herself, despite dealing with the core of her repression and accepting herself,  is compulsively reserved regarding talking about things she wants to do specifically for herself 

both of them are not that used to those things 

This is further emphasized from back in Jaune’s house each pairing not involving Ruby was able to fully address each other’s issue 

Jaune and Weiss standing: validation and flexibility in the future with the paper pleasers

Yang and Blake sitting on the floor: love from the bridge scene previously

Ruby did have Little at this time and they gave to each other what they lacked however it never focused on fully addressing each other issues

In a way, Little and Ozpin were similar in that they helped Oscar and Ruby realizing something about themselves

Ozpin: I don't blame you. Honestly, I think you're doing just fine on your own.

Oscar is afraid of taking on Ozpin’s memories thus taking the responsibility that comes with it. 

Which is why Ozpin tries to reassure him that he’s fine the way he is, and it ties into how a larger theme of his character arc will involve her learning to find better ways to channel the qualities he already has to close the gap between him and Ozpin

Volume 5, despite it flaws, setup what Oscar’s and Ruby’s opposing personalities can offer for each other  – Ruby is the one who keeps Oscar balanced when nervous about meeting the others-Oscar is the one who gets Ruby to open up since, she not trying proactively hide it its a combination of both wanting to be like her mother and the fact that she just not used to opening up

One of the most important things as well is that this aligns with their arcs

-Ruby needs to speak more openly since after Volume 9 she now realizes thanks to WBYJ their are others she can truly open up to 

-Oscar wants to be similar to Ozpin and Ruby in reaching out to others but based on Volume 8 hes still worried about that 

Miles also stated before in a cameo that Ruby and Oscar’s dynamic hadn’t been set yet:

Hopefully V10 can establish Ruby’s relationship with Oscar improving even in the long run –

with Oscar learning more about Ruby and by extension what she needs, allowing him to be much more proactive in reaching out to her

and with Ruby accepting and expressing herself with Oscar touching on things without even thinking that hard about it and also makes it clear he doesn’t want her to feel bad about it by interacting with her normally afterwards

Volume 10 has the potential to explore Ruby and Oscar's dynamic more in-depth than any previous volume. With both Ruby and Jaune gone, I imagine Oscar stepped up as a leader with him only being 15, the same age Ruby was when she first became a team leader. And to further strengthen the parallels, I could see Oscar pushing down his insecurities and doubts in order to lift up the others. Cue Ruby's return in which she see's that Oscar is making the same mistakes that she made and tells him that he's enough.

[giyuji]

FROSTBITE — 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐦𝐚

pairings. yandere!douma x human!reader.

synopsis. you've gotten sick, and are in desperate search for some relief against your unrelenting fever. luckily, douma and his ice-resembling body temperature are very happy to help you.

cw. dub-con, stockholm syndrome, manipulation bc well it's douma, mentions of eating people bc well it's douma, unhealthy relationship dynamics, suggestive near the end but nothing descriptive.

author's note. im a fucking furnace all day everday, bet laying next to a literal popsicle would be such a damn relief shii 😮‍💨

wc. 2.7k.

On any other night, this would be the absolute last position you’d ever envision yourself being in. Within his arms, perched on his lap side-ways, cheek pressed against his cold, chiselled chest—all while bearing the thought that the close proximity of the man-eating demon was surprisingly. . .comfortable. 

Normally (if you hadn’t been struck by sickness) the way he’d lifted you onto his lap by the waist, big arms shielding your frame from any possible onlookers, forcing you to inch closer and closer to his bare chest for even a hint of relief, would’ve been enough fuel for you to chuck one of his ridiculously expensive vases at his head.

But, as it was, you were struck by sickness. The previous muscle memory of flinching away from his touch as if it’d give you acute frostbite quickly made way for a longing to have it come closer, and closer, and closer. You’d engulf him whole if you could; only so the boiling temperature of your skin would finally take its leave. 

“You didn’t have to put me on your lap,” you grumbled still. The usual bite to your words seemed to have been diminished, harsh words now making way for slurred ones. “Could’ve just sat between your legs.” 

Never before had a common cold struck you so hard. Apparently, that’s what you get when you venture outside during one of the harshest winters in years. You were fully convinced you’d wrapped yourself in enough layers to avoid your current situation, it seemed like you were mistaken. 

Douma let out a soft hum. Your soft-spoken words pulled him out of the daze he found himself in, as he blinked for the very first time since he started looking at you. You truly wished he did that more. Blinking, that is. Not looking at you. Even if he did so—the least he could do was blink while at it. 

“Of course I had to, darling,” he cooed. One of his fingers neared your face, carefully tapping you on the nose. The touch had you scrunch up, and sneeze shortly after. He chuckled at that, the corners of his eye crinkling upwards. “You were burning up just now!” He frowned in concern, the back of his hand finding your forehead. “What kind of partner would I be if I did nothing to soothe your aches?” 

The sigh of relief his hand brought you left your lips without your consent. “‘M not your partner,” you mumbled under your breath; words directly contradicting your actions as you leaned into the touch. “And I—I would’ve been fine.” 

Douma smiled at the lie. His smile used to unnerve you; it still does—to an extent. Most of them were empty, lifeless, so void of any emotion it almost caused chills to appear up and down your spine. Some of them weren’t however, and even if they were, you’d now long gotten used to it. How long had you been here? Weeks? Months? A year? It all seemed to blur together.

“Maybe,” he decided to humour you. Both of you knew you’d be in complete agony if he weren’t there; he was just less obstinate about it. “But I’m very kind-hearted, you see. I simply couldn’t stand by and allow you to suffer.”  

A soft whimper left you when he pulled his hand away, the sound immediately stifled again as it came to rest on your cheek instead. His grin widened at that. If your mind hadn’t been so delirious, you would’ve tried to kick him in the throat for carrying such a gleeful expression. 

“How—How kind of you,” you pushed out. The usual snark was still there, but it was fading by the second. So very docile of you. Douma truly wouldn’t mind seeing you like that more often. 

A glint of adoration appeared in his eyes. “Of course, only the best for you,” he said, voice as smooth as silk. Still—he wasn’t blinking while he relished in your current state.

Shakily, one of your hands reached upwards. It appeared from its resting place, now abandoning the side of his ribcage. The disappearance of your touch took its warmth with it, and Douma’s regular cold temperature returned to the spot. Ever so carefully, your fingers went over his eyelids. 

Confused, excited, and curious all at once—Douma fluttered his eyes shut upon your touch. A small frown etched itself into his forehead, and he cocked his head to the side and opened his eyes again once you took your hand back. 

“What did you do that for, dear?” He asked. 

“‘S creepy,” you mumbled. “Blink when looking at me, please.” 

If you were any closer to having a clear conscience, you would have hated the way his entire face filled with utmost delight. A smile broke out on his lips, one so wide, and dare you say, genuine, that it rattled you the slightest bit.

The hands he’d wrapped around you, one underneath your legs and one underneath your neck, tightened as he pushed you forward and squeezed you against his chest.  

“How could I ever refuse when you ask me so sweetly,” he said, voice excited at the beginning and gaining a certain edge near the end. His smile never disappeared, unwavering as he looked down at you. Though, he did continue blinking, adhering by your request. “Is there any more you wish for, darling?” 

Douma’s sudden movement startled you, and in the previous rush your hands found his abdomen in their search for balance—the upper part of your thigh brushed against his pelvis, and your cheek got squished against his pec.

It felt absolutely euphoric. 

A thought appeared in your head. Should you—no, you shouldn’t. He was a demon. He ate people. Yes, he had been kind to you up to this point. Yes, he treated you like the most precious, fragile thing on earth. Yes, he gave you everything you wished for and more. That didn’t change the fact that he was a demon. 

“Oh, but, dear, I’d never eat you! I’d never dare to lay a finger on that pretty face,” he’d cooed when you shouted your worries at him; you’d done so multiple times, and his answer always stayed the same.

And when even his actions lined up with them…perhaps you’d simply overestimated the danger of him. Surely if he wanted to kill you, he would’ve done so by now. Right?

Maybe you should just…no—no, no, no. But he was so cold, and he smelled so nice, and he was so cold, and his chest looked so inviting, and he was so cold. 

Your rational thoughts had little to no chance against your never-ending fever. And so, without listening too much to them, you reached for his neck. Both arms firmly wrapped around the spot his enemies usually aimed for, and with a slight huff you pulled yourself upwards. You shifted, and moved, and shifted again, until you found yourself a comfortable spot on his lap; with both your legs on either side of him, so every part of you could feel the chill he gave off. 

“Oh?” Douma hummed. You couldn’t see the look on his face, now hidden in the crook of his neck, but you imagined it to be one of surprise. “Is this what you wanted, dear? To be closer to me?” 

“I—I’d prefer not being sick,” you mumbled against his neck. Your cheeks felt even warmer than before, startled at the sudden recklessness of your own actions. However, the cold of his body hit you in so many more spots than they did previously, and so you didn’t regret the move one bit. “Though, I suppose there isn’t much you’re able to do about that.”

Not once did you bother confirming or denying his previous statement. Yes, you wanted to be closer to him. No, it wasn’t for the reason he thought. Right? Right. The only reason you were in his lap at the moment was because you were sick. Not because his large, towering figure made you feel safe, and not because he was so pretty that you wanted to take a closer look. 

Douma was simply a means to an end. That was all there was to it. 

It appeared he genuinely considered finding a solution to your current problem, as he was silent for a few seconds. A rare sight, as he almost never kept his mouth shut. As unnerving as he was, the demon also was obnoxiously talkative. You felt him move underneath you, his line of sight now pinned towards the ceiling as he descended into thought. 

“Hm,” he hummed, scratching along his cheekbone with his finger, briefly lifting one of his hands off your back. The one underneath your thigh stayed put. You refrained from whining at the loss of contact, holding onto the few remaining shards of dignity you had left “No, no, not much I can do about that.” 

“Yeah, I figure—”

“Unless, of course!” He chirped excitedly. The elation in his voice unnerved you, though your mind was too tired to register it properly. “You want me to turn you? No fever will ever get you down again!”

Immediately, you started shaking your head no. The tip of your nose nudged against the base of his throat, fingers carding through his hair as you found something to hold onto in your protest. Had it always been this soft? Whatever. Your current state of panic didn’t allow you to think about the ridiculous silkiness of his hair. Becoming a demon was something you would try to avoid at all costs.

Douma laughed; airy, and light, as if he just made the most ordinary offer in the world. “Yes, I suspected that wouldn’t be an option for you, yet,” he commented, hand sliding upwards to caress the back of your head; eventually settled on your hair. One lock fell victim to him, and he twirled it around his finger.

“What—What do you mean yet?” 

“Besides!” He exclaimed cheerfully, dismissing your quietly-voiced concerns. Douma nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, lock of hair long forgotten, and wrapped both arms tightly around your frame. You bit back a surprised squeak when you felt his nose bump against the column of your throat. “I like you much better this way.” 

He didn’t talk after that. Almost as if he was enjoying the moment. Instead, he kept his face hidden, now and then you could hear him sniff—as if he was taking in the scent of your shampoo, body wash and perfume. Not that he needed to. With him being the one that picked them out for you, you were sure that he knew the smell well enough.

Little by little, you slowly started dozing off. His chilled body was so close, and his touches so delicate and soothing, there were very few things you could do to stop it. At this point, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to. Each second that passed got you closer to sleep, and each minute that passed had your limbs lose their strength more and more in his arms. 

It started with your hand falling from his hair, and continued with your other arm slowly descending down his back. Your movement tickled him slightly on its way down, and the delightful shiver it brought to his spine had him raise an eyebrow. 

“Well,” Douma said; cold breath hitting your skin, that and the slight scrape of his fangs against your throat caused for goosebumps to appear all over your body. “We best put you back to bed. Sleeping does do wonders for sickness, or so I heard.” 

“Wait,” you said, voice jumping an octave at his sudden attempt at removing you from his lap. Your arms wrapped tighter around him, one hand behind each shoulder blade as you pushed him back against you. An irrational fear settled in your stomach, a fear of him letting you go. “I—I mean, just…a bit longer? Please? It’s—you’re very cold. It helps a lot.” 

Douma pretended to think about it. Though, you’d hidden your face from his sight again, and you wouldn’t be able to see the jubilant grin forming on his lips. Just how far would you go to keep yourself in his lap? You truly looked at place there, curled up and cuddled against him.

And it wasn’t that he possessed any type of intention to remove you, he was merely curious if he’d get you to beg him for it. Even if it was only for a second. 

“I’m sure sleeping will do you much better, love,” he said, his hand finding the back of your head again. Softly, carefully, and delicately, he carded his fingers through your hair; when encountering a tangle, he’d gently comb through them. The murmur of protest at his words had him smirk. “Wasn’t that what you wished for in the first place?” 

“I know I did,” you mumbled into his neck. Your lips grazed the column of his throat as you spoke; a form of affection that went entirely unnoticed by you, though, definitely not by him. You sniffed, feeling your eyes get watery again because of the sickness you’d caught. “But, can we just….sit here a little while longer?” 

By this point, you’d fully succeeded in making him the happiest demon on earth. Douma relished in your unusual proximity, adored the way you clung to him like he was your only salvation.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. Most of all, he revelled in the way you pleaded for him to hold you just a tad longer. “You seem quite tired.” 

“I—I am,” you admitted with a sigh. It was one of his conditions; never lie to him, and he’d never hurt you. You’d kept your part, and he had kept his. “But…please, Douma, a few more minutes?” You pulled back to look at him, and the sight of you might just be enough to thaw his frozen heart. “I promise you can put me back after.” 

And with your tired, glossy eyes, cute little pout, and sweetly spoken words—how could he ever tell you no? He smiled. Gently, and kindly, emotions that were surely faked, and reached up a hand to rest it against your cheek. His thumb trailed along your cheekbone, caressing the skin underneath. The way you spoke to him brought joy to his eyes, or at least something resembling it. 

“Very well, then,” Douma said. He was careful not to push you too far, lest his teasing be the thing that broke you out of the spell you were in. He’d start slowly, slowly, and going further each time until you were fully ready to be his. “A few more minutes, darling. Make sure you enjoy them.” 

With the way you smiled at him, one could argue you were the one that proposed the idea all along. Adjusting yourself on his lap, you moved, and wriggled, and shifted until you found the most comfortable spot imaginable. When you were finally content with the way you were seated, you wrapped your arms back around his neck—tighter this time around, as a way to show him you hadn’t fallen asleep, yet, and he needn’t untangle you from him. 

His mind was at a crossroads as he looked at you; gushing over your adorable near-sleeping form on one hand, and torturing himself with rather impure thoughts on the other. Douma had to remind himself to keep his thoughts under control and firmly reigned in, to not let them stray too far—no matter how much you squirmed in his lap. 

Not tonight, not while you were sick. No, he’d have you in that way while your thoughts were coherent. He wanted your full presence there, looking up at him so prettily. Surely, you’d want to. He helped you while you needed him. 

He smiled as he watched you slowly doze off in his arms again. No, not tonight—but soon.

After a long while, your fever finally broke.

Douma could feel your body returning to its regular temperature, though he was in no way going to wake you up to break the news to you. Rather, he chose to relish in your close proximity for a bit longer. Who knew when he’d have you falling asleep in his lap again?

Douma gazed down at you. If this was to be the outcome, he was sure to continue opening your bedroom window once you’d dozed off.

Never before was he so thankful for the absolutely freezing nights of winter.

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[angelplummie]

Hey I really liked your two works about chubby reader and please can I jump on the bandwagon? Haikyuu!! 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 A reader whose been bullied all their life about being fat and very insecure especially about being naked. Terrified of a first time with a boy (not necessarily virgin but first time with that boy) Like angst to loving nsfw. Akaashi and/or Ushijima. Its an issue for me so Id love some comfort if you're up for it. Thank you Queen!

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AKAASHI X CHUBBY F!READER

cw: smut, insecurity, mention of weight loss stuff, no power dynamic, no pet names tbh, akaashi is whiny as fuck (hot)

i’m sorry this isn’t super long and i’m sorry it took me 10,000 years, i hope u enjoy none the less!!

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You and Akaashi been dating for nearly 3 1/2 months now, and you hadn’t had sex once. Not even close. Which he is of course fine with once you explained you wanted to take it slow, but he started to wonder if there was an ulterior motive.

Akaashi realised that you hide your belly when you sit down, that you have 20 tik toks saved on your phone of people giving weight loss tips. He realised how you look at yourself before going out, the defeated look on your face.

Akaashi decides to ask you about it, which is where it’s all solidified for him. You pick apart everything about yourself, from your hips to you ass to your tummy to your boobs, he can hardly believe what he’s hearing.

Akaashi wishes you could see yourself the way he saw you, you’re so hard on yourself.

“If you don’t mind saying, why do you feel like that? Is there any reason?”

When you tell him about the years you spent being ruthlessly and endlessly bullied, he sighed, giving you soothing rubs up and down your arms.

“You know kids are really stupid right? Like really stupid. Kids are gross and dumb and evil, and no opinion they have matters. Ever. Especially teenage boys.”

He smiles when you laugh at that.

“if you aren’t ready to have sex with me that’s totally fine, but please don’t do it because of what i’m gonna think. I want to Y/N, a lot.”

So that very night, you decided you would take the plunge with him, or he would take the plunge with you (bad joke) (i’m 5 years old).

When you lay on your bed, splayed out for him. He stares at you intently, admiringly. There’s a warmth behind his eyes, the warmth of pure adoration. You are, and pardon his french, so fucking hot.

He climbs over top of you, knees digging into the mattress. You have already spread yourself out for him, so all he has to do is shuffle between your legs, line himself up and push in.

His fingers digging into the soft flesh, allowing him a good grip. He slides himself in, gasping at the way the fat of your pussy lips grazed the sides of his dick. You whine at the feeling and his eyes roll back, you sound so good.

“Are you ok? Can i move?”

“Mhm.”

Akaashi starts a slow, sensual grind inside you. He’s a little taken aback by the noises he lets out once he starts moving, whimpering above you. He tries to silence the whines, but there’s something about the way your skin feels against his, he can’t stop himself from crying out.

“Fuck, uhhhhn, Y/N, please-“

He doesn’t know what he’s asking for, just more.

Normally, he’s pretty quiet. Through no fault of his partners of course, but you’re just different. Your glossy eyes watch him from below as he looses all control, you’re so warm and tight and perfect around him. Gradually, the roll of his hips is out of control, going far to fast for your plump body to handle. You grip his forearms as he unintentionally bullies your gspot with the tip of his pretty pink leaky dick.

“Kei-! Slow down, slow-sl-slow down!”

The sound of his cock pumping your wet pussy is so nasty, but he’s addicted to it, along with your pleading for him to let up.

”I’m sorry-“ he gasps, “i’m sorry, I-I don’t know, I can’t stop, sorry.”

“It’s okay!” you say, although it comes out strangled, “don’t be sorry, it’s okay, haaah.”

you throw back you head, getting slightly dizzy. There’s nothing you can do but take it, get used like your boyfriend wants. It’s what you want too.

“So-so good- ohh, you’re so pretty” he moans, screwing his eyes shut, mouth hanging open as he tries his best not to cum already.

Fingers dig into your thick thighs, keeping you spread wide for him. He loves the jiggle of them, the way they shake in his hold. He wants to bite them, but that would require stopping, and he had no intention of doing that.

“Pretty thighs...” he whines, eyes open a crack to peek down at your expression. Your mouth is agape, just like his, and your eyes flutter in and out of focus, seemingly unseeing. You’re close, he’d wager.

“Keiji- i think i’m gonna-“

“Alright- haah- ok, do it Y/N, cum, please,” he whined.

If you weren’t in brain dead state you would have been taken aback, you had never heard Akaashi this desperate, for anything. But now, his cheeks were flushed, his voice was whiny and grip was harsh, yet still incredibly loving.

With a final whine, you feel yourself gush around his pretty dick, creaming and clenching and making him fuck you deeper.

“Oh! Oh, Y/N, Y/N, I’m close-!”

his hips worked and your back lifted up at the stimulation.

He whined a long high whine, and you felt his cum spurt out inside you. He weakly thrust into you until he had milked himself dry, gasping as he slowed. Still breathing heavily, he doubled down over you so he could rest his head in the crook of you neck. He sighed at the relief of feeling your skin, of being close to you.

You smiled blearily, sleepy arms wrapping around him and holding him to you gently. His cock was still throbbing inside of you, but you were both quite tired, content to hold each other like this until the morning.

“That was really nice, wasn’t it? I’m not that scary am I?” Akaashi murmured, kissing your neck softly.

“Mm. You whine like a bitch.”

He laughed and squeezed you tighter.

“You’re not much better Y/N.”

You laughed nervously, butterflies exploding in your gut, right where Akaashi was buried.

Your legs were still shaking and he shifted to get more comfortable. You froze as he moved inside you.

He looked up at you from under his thick eyelashes. He looked like an angel.

“Do you want to go again? We can if you want to.”

“It’s ok,” you sighed, eyes going droopy. He watched, and he nearly felt sick with how much he liked you,

“I’m happy just like this.”

“Ok. You’re really pretty you know.”

“You too.”

“I like you a lot.”

“I like you a lot too.”

just a short little thing. If you’d want me to write a longer one i would totally be up for that!!! hope u enjoyed!! reblogs appreciated

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[mypoisonedvine]

𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || your newest client asks you to give him a real challenge, and you’re happy to oblige.  

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 6.3k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut but no actual sex (lots of handjob stuff though and some brief oral m receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, more cnc (because of the overstimulation), bondage, edging, impact play (riding crop), brief cock torture (she just hits him with the crop a couple times), implied “kink as trauma response” (this is gonna be a theme throughout the whole fic), forced to break a rule/doomed to fail/impossible challenge (idk how to warn for this but yeah), forced voyeurism?, thigh riding (reader rides bucky’s thigh), some degradation/dumbification, brief/implied dacryphilia, a bit of angst/feelings

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“Can’t,” he sighed, “can’t come again.”

He looked so painfully adorable when he begged like that, his brow glistening with sweat as he jerked under your touch.  “Aw, poor baby,” you pouted, twisting your hand when it stroked over the head of his cock, “yes you can.  I know you can.  Just gimme one more.”

“F-fuck,” he whimpered, “Mistress, please— just stop, please, I can’t�� can’t take any more…”

“I know you can, sweetheart— I know you can be my good boy and keep coming for me.  Tell me your color.”

“Yellow,” he whispered.

“Think you’re almost done?” you pressed, smiling when he nodded breathlessly.  “Yeah, there’s my good boy— gonna come again for your Mistress?”

“Yes,” he breathed, baring his teeth as his hips bucked wildly to try to avoid further sensation, “y-yes, one more, just one more, I’m gonna— fuck, gonna come, just don’t stop… fuck, it hurts.”

“I know, but you’re being so good for me,” you purred.  “You like it when I milk your pretty cock, don’t you?  Even though it hurts?”

He winced but nodded.  “C-coming, Mistress, fuck, I’m coming…!”

Since it was his fifth of the evening, he could only give you one thick drop of come that gathered at his slit before running down over your hand which finally slowed to a stop.

You both sighed with relief as you pulled your hand away and leaned back, admiring how beautiful he looked as he caught his breath, covered in come and sweat.

"Good job," you praised with a chuckle, "I hope I didn't go too hard on you."

"N-no, that was… that was really good," he sighed, slumping back onto the bed.  "Can I use your shower before I go?"

"Yeah, totally," you nodded.

After a long pause, you gave him a confused look.  

"I thought you were gonna shower?" you reminded him.

"Oh… I guess I have to get up for that," he sighed, making you laugh.

"Rest a bit longer.  You've had a… challenging afternoon."

He nodded a little and you got up from the bed to go wash your hands and freshen up a little, smiling at your own appearance in the mirror— sometimes you forgot how you looked when you did this, but there was an undeniable aura of power around you… especially after a session like that.

This was only your third week with James, and already the dynamic felt so natural between you— and yet, so fresh compared to your other clients.  Normally it took longer for a newbie to get comfortable with you, yet most of them had had multiple doms before and here was James, totally inexperienced and taking it all like a champ.  There was an air of innocence about him, you figured, in contrast to this undeniable strength and intensity that you caught glimpses of from time to time.

Sometimes, it felt like he was chasing an innocence he lost a long time ago.  Whatever it was that drew him to this, you were happy to help him along the way.

It was probably a little dangerous to enjoy sessions with a client so much; even though you often pretended that everything was about your pleasure and not theirs, obviously since they were the paying customer it was the complete opposite in reality.  But there was an equity to the dynamic with you and Bucky, he served you with a real dedication rather than for his own gain.  And you, meanwhile, had rediscovered the fun in this career that had originally drawn you to it in the first place.  It was less like a science now, more like an art— you let yourself go with your instincts and do whatever felt right in the moment, and both of you benefitted for it.  

“Come on, get up and clean yourself off,” you encouraged— gently, of course— as you left the bathroom and returned to find James laying sprawled out on the bed.

“I know you said falling asleep here was a one-time courtesy,” he remembered with a smile, “but I could use it now a lot more than I needed it then.”

Honestly, you didn’t see him smile that often.  It was pleasant; you hoped to see it again.  He did get up, though, and take the washcloth you handed him to wipe off the come that had gotten all over him.  “What are you thinking for next week?” you asked as you leaned against the wall.  “Any special requests?”

“We can discuss all that over the phone,” he decided.  You still didn’t understand fully why he didn’t like to discuss future scenes in person; it was like he wanted the in-person interactions to be as ‘in character’ (if you will) as possible.

“Alright, just keep me updated,” you requested with a shrug.

You got changed while he took his shower, and when he emerged to the living room he seemed surprised to see you sitting on your own couch.  After a moment, you realized it was the fact that you were in normal clothes that threw him off.  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in jeans before… or pants of any kind.”

You looked down at your outfit with a smile, glad it was at least still professional and not sweats and a t-shirt or something.  “Yeah, I guess you haven’t.  First time for everything, right?”

“Yeah, had a lot of first times with you,” he chuckled.  “Most significantly less mundane than this.”

A brief silence filled the room but it wasn’t exactly awkward, at least not for you.

“Well, I’ll see you next week,” he decided as he grabbed his jacket from your chair and slipped it on.  You’d been spending most of this session trying to forget how good he looked in the leather motorcycle cut, so that was out the window now as you tried to keep from visibly biting your lip while he walked towards the door.

Damn, he was fine.  But there were more pressing matters at hand.  Like preparing yourself and your apartment for your next appointment.  This guy wanted to get slapped around until he cried… shouldn't be too difficult, but your arms would probably be sore tomorrow.

Opposite of last week, I really want you to edge me tonight, as long as possible.

Don't go easy on me, make me hold it in.  I need a challenge this week.

-J

It was odd how emails from James made your week.

He seemed to prefer to communicate his desire with you this way; maybe it was easier for him, and you couldn’t really blame him for that.  The nice part was that you didn’t have to temper your reactions, if you had any, since you were always alone when you got his messages.  You might be old hat at it now, but you could remember a time that you had to hide a grimace when a client told you to your face what he wanted.  Not that you would shame them for it or anything (unless, you know, they paid you to), but you didn’t enjoy everything you did with these men.

Did you enjoy everything you did with James?  Yes, but you were pretending not to— for your own sake.

You dressed a bit differently for today’s session, more conservatively… not that it was especially conservative by any other person’s standards.  But it left your legs and chest covered, somewhat in the spirit of ‘mean corporate businesswoman’ aesthetically.  For some reason you felt like using a riding crop required wearing pants.

James certainly didn’t seem to mind, with the way he nervously cleared his throat after you opened the door.

“Good to see you again,” you greeted formally, “please, come in.”

He stepped past you, still looking at you and not at what was in front of him, meaning he ended up slamming himself gut-first into your kitchen island.

“Oh!  Are you alright?” you smiled when you noticed. 

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nodded, rubbing his stomach for a second but recovering quickly.  “I told you I can take a lot of pain,” he joked.

“Well, we’re going to put that to the test today,” you promised cryptically.  “You must’ve seen the crop on the table.”

He nodded again.  “Yeah....”

“Are you looking forward to it?”

“Yes,” he answered, a bit too quickly.

“Then let’s get you tied up, James.”

Straddling his lap, you realized the rope was a bit too tight when you saw it digging into his skin; maybe he wouldn’t mind that, but you did, so you pushed the rope back through itself to loosen it slightly.

“How long did it take you to learn all these knots?” he asked casually, watching your fingers nimbly work the ropes around his wrists.

“Not too long,” you shrugged, “I’ve only been doing this a few years… but I knew them before that.”

“Boating school?  Boy Scouts?” he suggested jokingly.

“Just a hobby,” you decided, dodging the covert question about your past.  “Were you a Boy Scout?”

“Do I look like a Boy Scout?” he countered with a scoff.

“Not anymore,” you shrugged, “but I bet you did once.  You’re sorta innocent, you know.”

He swallowed dryly, and you raised an eyebrow as you glanced from the knot you were tightening to his face, which looked a bit flustered.  “R-really?”

“Yeah,” you confirmed, leaning back on your heels to look at him straight-on.  “Are you surprised to hear that?”

He nodded quickly, and you laughed.

“Aw, you thought you were so kinky, huh?  So dirty,” you purred, running your hand up his leg until he tugged slightly on the newly-tied ropes— a subtle way to get him to test them for you.  “But you’re really not.  You’re just my sweet, innocent boy.”

He whined— really, properly whined— and you dug your nails into his skin until he hissed instead.

“I don’t think you believe me,” you noticed, leaning back to reach for the crop behind you.  “You think you’re so filthy and perverted, right?  Are you a pervert, James?”

“Yes,” he breathed, shivering as you let the crop slide gently over his skin— his abs, his hips, his legs which were already quivering so adorably.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“And how’s that?”

“I think about… getting hurt,” he admitted weakly, “when I touch myself.  And I touch myself all the fucking time.”

“Yeah?  How many times a day do you stroke that pretty cock, James?”

“Twice every morning,” he blurted out, “after that it depends.”

You didn’t let yourself show your surprise at that number.  “Depends on what?”

When he hesitated, you hit him sharply on the thigh and he winced.  “Depends on what I… what I end up thinking about.  Sometimes… sometimes something reminds me, and I have to get off.”

Something told you not to press on what it was that he needed to be reminded of, and why it made him want to jerk off so bad.  Something told you he wasn’t ready to tell that story yet.  “Did you touch yourself today already?” you asked instead.

“No, no ma’am,” he shook his head, voice wavering as you brushed the crop over his chest, “it’s… it’s different with you.”

“Yeah, I bet it is,” you smirked, hitting him on the stomach quickly.  “I bet you’re finally satisfied, right?  Nothing’s ever worked for you before.”

“Yes,” he moaned, crying out slightly when you hit him on the arm (flesh— you were too afraid what sound the metal one would make) much harder than before.  “The nights I see you, I… I can sleep.”

“You sleep better?”

“No, I just… sleep.”

You tried not to react to that, moving to a new question instead.  “Do you want me to hit you again?  Or do you want me to stroke your cock for you?”

An obvious choice to some, surely, but he seemed to really struggle with it.

“Which one do you think you deserve?” you asked instead.

“Hit me more,” he decided.

Instantly, you struck him once on the face and again on the shoulder, then moved down to his legs for three in a row in spite of the way his body jerked away instinctively.  

“Fuck,” he sobbed, “don’t stop— I need more…”

You focused on his legs, on the inside of his thigh where he seemed the most sensitive.  His twisted joy turned to true fear, though, when you brushed the end of the crop over his balls.  “Do you want me to hit you here?” you challenged.

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered.

“Let’s make a deal, James,” you offered, “wherever I hit you, I’m gonna kiss it to make it better.”

“Then hit me wherever you want,” he nodded, almost smiling at you.  He cried through his teeth when you whipped his shaft with the crop— not especially hard, in fact quite delicately, though the second was harder.  And the third, though not much more aggressive, was right on the sensitive tip; his eyes shot open and his hips jerked away.

“So good, such a good boy,” you whispered proudly, putting the crop aside to lean in and kiss his cheek where you’d hit him before, his shoulder, his arm.

You worked your way down carefully as he breathed heavily beneath you, whimpering slightly when you kissed his thighs and notably ignored his flexing, leaking cock.  “Please,” he whimpered.

“Shh, be patient,” you soothed, “be my good boy.”

“Your good boy,” he repeated, trying to restrain himself but already bucking up into the air again, “fuck, wanna be your good boy, Mistress.”

“Are you already close, pet, just from getting hurt?” you asked in a faux pout.  “You’re not gonna come if I give your pretty cock some kisses, right?”

“I— I won’t come,” he promised.  “Not until I get permission.”

“Baby, it’s gonna be a long fuckin’ time before you get permission,” you promised with a toothy grin.  “Look down at me, honey, I want you to see this.”

He hesitated for a second but obeyed, looking down at you with an expression that was full of awe as you gripped his cock and gave gentle, teasing kisses up his shaft.  It bobbed in your hands with each one, and he let out the most beautiful sigh when you kissed the tip carefully.

A wide lick made him jerk beneath you.  “F-Fuck,” he stammered.

“You said you wouldn’t come,” you reminded him.  “Can I keep going?  Are you gonna be a good boy?”

“Don’t stop, please,” he breathed, “I’ll be good.”

Taking the head between your lips, you suckled gently as he shivered and moaned.  You weren’t sure you’d ever been with anybody— on or off the clock— who was so sensitive.  And you loved it, honestly; who could resist those precious noises he made?

As much as part of you wanted to go nuts and really push him to the edge, you tried to be gentle and careful so as not to make it impossible for him to hold back.  But even then, when you gently grasped his balls in one of your hands and squeezed them, he apparently couldn’t take anymore.

"S-stop," he hissed, and you pulled back, sitting up.

"You were close?" you asked, and he nodded a little.  "Oh, what a good boy."

He whimpered briefly.  "Yes, your good boy, Mistress…"

Your fingers trailed delicately up the underside of his cock, making him shiver violently.  "I know you want to come, but you want to be good even more.  You're such a sweet little pet."

It seemed like the praises did more to keep him on the edge than the touches, so you kept both going; wrapping your fingers around the ridge of his head, you gave the most gentle and subtle strokes, and leaned in to whisper against his ear.

“Is this why you wanted me to edge you today, James?  So you could show me how good you can be?” 

“I-I don’t know,” he blurted out, rocking his hips as best he could while restrained, “I just wanted to… I just wanted you to make me wait.”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about that,” you laughed slightly, “I can make you wait all day.  Is that what you want?”

“No, that’s— not that long, I can’t wait that long,” he shuddered.

“Mm, that sounds like your problem, not mine,” you smirked.  “Not sure why I asked what you want, honestly… cause I don’t fucking care.”

His choked-out whine was too perfect to ignore.

“Oh, what a pathetic little moan that was, poor baby,” you cooed mockingly, “are you regretting it now?  You’re probably wondering what you got yourself into, ‘cause you’re worried Mistress is never gonna let you come.”

“No, I don’t regret it,” he denied weakly, “whatever you want— do whatever you want to me, just… give me what I deserve, please.”

You stopped touching him completely and he straight-up sobbed.  “You don’t deserve anything from me, James.  You don’t deserve me at all.”

He told you before that he liked when you rapidly cycled between soft and mean.  Kept him on his toes, apparently.  Honestly, you felt a little guilty talking to him that way sometimes, but his cock leaking enough pre-cum to soak the bedsheets beneath him was a sign you were doing something right.  “I know!” he cried.  “I know, fuck, I’m sorry, but I need you.  I fucking need you, Mistress, please— you know I’ll do anything.”

“I’m feeling generous today,” you shrugged, “so I won’t ask you for much.  Just beg me a little more.”

“Please, pleasepleaseplease,” he rushed, “touch me.  Anywhere, whatever you want, I just need to feel you.  I know I… fuck, I know I don’t deserve it, but let me try to— to earn it.  Please.”

You knew if he had it his way, he wouldn’t do much talking at all.  But you couldn’t just let him have it his way, now could you?  It was better to make him just the right amount of nervous, just the slightest hair uncomfortable, by making him talk to you.  And, of course, you liked the way his deep and rough voice got all whiny and needy like this.

One finger under his chin guided him to look up at you, those pretty blue eyes watery and sparkling and wide with misplaced innocence.

“Tell me who you belong to, James,” you instructed darkly.

“You, Mistress,” he whispered, “I’m yours, I— oh fuck…”

Unshockingly, he was reduced to only moans again when you started stroking his cock, the slick precum making every movement smoother.  “All mine, huh?  My little toy?” you confirmed, but he could only nod and swallow thickly.

You sped up quickly, getting faster and faster until you were really, properly jerking him off and he was biting hard on his lip.  Just when he seemed to really fall into it, get almost comfortable, you had to stop.

"Oh, fuck—" he gasped, bucking his hips up to try to chase your hand when you pulled away, but it was no use with him tied up.  You watched his cock bob in the air and smiled.

“Did you think it was going to be that easy?” you smirked.

Shaking his head, you tilted yours to look at him, reaching up to trace your fingers over his chest.  

“Don’t lie, baby, you thought I was gonna let you come, didn’t you?  You’re so sweet, James, and so, so stupid.”

He gasped, and for a second you thought you might’ve gone too far, but it shifted to a moan quickly and you realized he was having the time of his life.

“Just my dumb, brainless little toy,” you continued with a snarl, watching him tug at the ropes as his eyes fluttered shut.  “It’s okay, James, it’s okay… you don’t need to think, I don’t want your mind.  It’s useless.  I want this pretty cock, that’s all I want from you.”

“It’s all yours, Mistress,” he promised, cheeks burning bright red and eyes forced shut.  “All of it, I swear.”

“I know,” you cooed, holding his face gently to soothe him a bit.  But then your other hand wrapped around his cock and he was anything but soothed.  “Shh, shh, don’t make any sounds, you’re just a toy and toys need to stay quiet.”

You missed his noises, actually, but he looked so cute biting his lip and struggling to suppress them.  His cock was so swollen in your hand that you honestly wondered if it was somehow getting bigger.  Was that even possible?  Your mouth was watering regardless.

“I’m gonna give you a little break,” you promised gently, “but I’ll be honest, pretty boy… I don’t think you’re gonna like it one bit.”

The look he gave you beautifully balanced fear with anticipation, and you stopped stroking him to reach over towards the bedside drawer and pull out a vibrator.

“Your Mistress is feeling a little.... self-indulgent today,” you winked.  “And since I, unlike you, don’t need to hold myself back from coming, I think I might as well get myself off if I want to.”

His throat bobbed as he swallowed dryly, watching you closely as you stood up off the bed and started to carefully undress yourself.  It was a lot more fun to get naked when you were wearing something that didn’t actually show much skin— the button-up seemed to really get him going, his tongue mindlessly darting out to lick his lips as you opened one button at a time.

Once it was off your shoulders and on the floor, and he could see the almost-transparent bra you had on, you moved to opening your trousers as well.  Just to be mean, you faced the other way as you pushed them down over your ass; you heard his breath catch and you smirked to yourself, spinning to face him again in just the matching, dark red bra and panty set.

“What do you think, do you like this better than the black ones?” you asked coyly.

“I like you naked better than both,” he answered, and you grinned.

“I’m gonna let that backtalk slide just once because it’s not worth my time to go over there and slap you for it,” you decided.  “But don’t test me, James.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered dutifully, sounding a bit out of breath as he watched you climb back onto the bed, positioning yourself carefully.

You faced him straight-on and laid your legs over his, meaning your lace-covered pussy was in full view and only inches from his leaking cock— the damn thing looked sore by now, purple at the tip and just as desperate for attention as the rest of him.

When you pulled the fabric aside to show him your cunt, he hissed and looked away.

“Look at me, James, keep your eyes open,” you demanded, seeing how totally wrecked he looked when he turned his head back to you and stared down at your body with half-lidded eyes.  “Look at how fucking soaked my pussy is.  You remember how it feels to be inside it, don’t you?”

He swallowed, sighed, and finally (just barely) nodded.

“You remember how hot and wet and tight it is, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” he choked.

“Well, that memory’s all you’ve got to work with, sweet boy, because I don’t think I’m ever gonna let you fuck this pussy again.”

He really, properly sobbed, tears streaming down his cheeks, and those arms flexed against the ropes defiantly.  “N-no, please—” 

“I’m gonna make myself come with this,” you promised, interrupting him as you grabbed the vibe, “and I want you to remember how it feels when I come around you, okay?  

Turning it on, you wasted no time pressing it to your clit, moving the end of the toy in slow circles and keeping a close eye on him as he watched you.  Your intention had always been to give him a show, but the embarrassing thing was how little of it was an act.  Ironically, even though you’d been edging him this whole time, having to touch him that way without any pleasure for yourself was almost as torturous.  You’d soaked through your panties by the time you had him tied up, to be totally honest.  So, giving into it and letting yourself feel good was a breeze.

“Think about when I was riding you, James,” you instructed, your own voice clearly affected by your pleasure now.  “Think about how good it would feel if I let you come inside me.”

“Oh, god,” he cried, leaning his head back.

“Think about my pussy milking every fucking drop of come out of you.  You know I wouldn’t let you stop until I was completely full of your come, I bet you’d like that.  I bet you’d like to eat your come out of me, you sick little pervert.”

“Fuck!” he yelped, tugging at the ropes harder now— for a second you thought he might really break them and jump you.  And for a second, you knew you’d let him.  It made your walls clench as you imagined facing the consequences of driving a man to the brink of insanity until he couldn’t help but fuck you like an animal.  It was a good thing he didn’t see you bite your lip as you imagined that.

“You know what I’m thinking about?” you taunted.  

“God, don’t tell me,” he sighed through his teeth, but obviously you ignored him.

“I’m thinking about what a good boy you are for me,” you cooed, your hips starting to rock up against where you held the end of the vibrator; you pressed it down harder onto your clit and moaned instantly.  “Yeah, I’m thinking about how pretty you look when you’re all desperate and needy and fucking pathetic—”

“Oh—” he choked.

“My dumb litlte whore, that’s all you are, James,” you groaned.  “I know you wish you could touch me, it’s all you can think about, right?  That pretty head of yours would be completely empty if it weren’t for thoughts of me and how badly you want me.  Right?”

“Yes,” he whispered huskily.

A shiver ran up your spine when the vibrator bumped into a more sensitive part of you, and you did it again and again until you thought you might lose it a bit faster than you meant to.  “This toy feels really good,” you informed him in a purr, gasping when you slipped the vibrating body of it into your pussy, “but it doesn’t feel as good inside me as you do.”

His eyes fell shut but he still winced a bit every time you made a sound; he couldn’t run from this, no matter how hard he tried.

“Oh James,” you moaned loudly, fucking yourself with the vibe for a moment before you pulled it back out to focus even harder on your clit, “I’m gonna come.  I’m so, so close… I can feel it getting stronger, I think I might make a mess on these sheets.  And the only way I’m ever gonna let you come is if you watch me do it.  So open your fucking eyes.”

He blinked quickly as he opened them, gaze scanning your whole body before settling on your cunt; you were sure he could see it pulsing as you got closer and closer, you knew he was imagining how it would feel.  You only spared a brief glimpse at his cock, bobbing between his legs, and wished you could just slip it in you now and come while it stretched you out. 

But that wasn’t what he was here for, sadly, and you were sure you were the only being truly denied of your desires, despite how it probably seemed from the outside.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, numbness starting to tingle in your legs as your orgasm built up quicker than even you expected.  “I’m coming— James, I’m coming, oh, fuck… right there— yes!”

A gush of heat warmed your cunt at the same time that shocks ran up your spine and down your limbs; you could feel your legs shaking, and you knew he could, too.  

It got so intense for a second that you had to pull the vibrator away, though you didn’t stop coming until a few moments later, eyes falling shut without you meaning for them to.

You actually laughed a bit, breathlessly, as you turned the vibe off and set it aside, although you weren’t sure exactly what was supposed to be funny about this per se.  When you opened your eyes, you saw James looking down and looking positively defeated.  But he looked tense, too, and you sat up on your wobbly legs to get closer to his face.  

“Relax, James,” you told him firmly as you examined him.

“I— I can’t,” he whispered. 

“Why not?”

“I’ll come.”

Nothing could fight your wide grin anymore, not when you heard that.  “Oh, baby… are you about to come without even being touched?  Is that how much you liked watching Mistress come?”

He nodded, ever so slightly, and you laughed.  Not quite a mocking laugh, moreso impressed.  Prideful, even.  You leaned in to give a wet kiss to his neck, licking over his pulse as he shivered violently.

“That’s my good boy,” you whispered against his skin.  He whined and you cooed soothingly right away, “oh I know, I know.  It’s so unfair, isn’t it?  Mistress gets to come and you don’t…”

“Please,” he stammered, “I’m so close, let me come, please.”

“But I don’t wanna see you come, baby— I wanna see you cry.”

You started to slide your hand down his chest and he jumped up to attention as he tried to squirm away.  “No, please, don’t— don’t touch my cock, not if I can’t come.”

“You can hold it in, can’t you?” you pouted.

“No, I can’t, I can’t,” he sobbed, watching fearfully as your hand moved down to his stomach and over his hips.  

“But I thought you were my good boy,” you frowned, suddenly wrapping your hand tight around his cock as he choked on a gasp.

“Mistress!” he sobbed.  “Please, don’t—  don’t move your hand, I’ll come.”

"Never fucking tell me what to do," you instructed firmly, just barely stroking as he cried weakly.  "I'm gonna touch you however I want and you're not gonna come because you're my good boy, right?"

"No, Mistress, I can't stop it, I'm gonna come— stop, please…"

"You'd better not fucking come," you hissed through your teeth, speeding up your movements and watching his eyes shoot wide open, "you'd better hold it in until I'm done with you."

"I'm trying— please slow down, can't take it—"

You shook your head, tutting disapprovingly.  "No, baby, I tell you what you can take."

"Oh— oh god, Mistress, please, please stop, please, I c-can't— fuck!"

You pulled your hand away the second his cock started to flex but it was too late: come was shooting from his swollen tip and painting his chest and stomach.  You didn't even wait until he was done to backhand him across the face.

"I'm sorry!" he yelled.  "I'm so sorry, I couldn't help it…"

You softened slightly when you heard his broken voice, saw the desperation and fear on his face— it was real, more real than the fake ‘no’s and the encouraging pleas for mercy.  "Baby, it's okay, you tried so hard," you soothed instantly.

Hope filled his eyes just as much as tears as he looked up at you.  "Am I still your good boy?"

"Always," you smiled, caressing his face where it was already turning red from your slap.  

You reached down and caressed his cock with the back of your fingers, watching it flex weakly.  

“Let’s get you cleaned up, alright?”

His lip twitched, almost like a wince.  “Do we… do we have to stop?”

You quickly glanced at the clock.  “Um, no,” you mumbled, “we still have time.  Just tell me what you want.”

“I wanna watch you come again…” he admitted softly.  “Is… is that okay?”

Although you weren’t sure what you’d been expecting, you were still surprised.  “Yeah, sure.”

“But… but closer this time,” he added, “not so far away.”

You were literally laying on top of him, how did that count as far away? 

“I wanna see your face,” he clarified.

“Okay,” you nodded, deciding to indulge him.  It was sort of like aftercare, except that this wasn’t exactly the ‘after’ part yet.

On your knees beside where he was leaning back against the headboard, you slipped your hand down into the lace panties again, finding your clit still swollen but not too sensitive.  A little gasp fell from your lips when you touched it, rubbing it carefully with two fingers while he looked up at your face.  

You felt slightly exposed when he watched you this close, and you didn’t know where to look to avoid direct eye contact.  Looking at his lips was just a little too tempting, so that wouldn’t work.

“My hands are a little tired,” you explained, “they might cramp up.  Maybe I could use your thigh…”

“O-okay,” he nodded, and you removed your fingers from your panties to sit down on the thick muscle of his leg.  You felt him tense up under you slightly, and you carefully began to rock your hips until your clit rubbed just right against the inside of your underwear.  Surely he could feel how wet you were— actually, you both could hear it, almost a wet clicking-like noise as the soaked lace slid against your skin.

The dynamic shifted slightly, not that you minded it, as he watched you ride him carefully.  Just as he couldn’t hide much from you when he was naked and tied up and baring his soul to you in the kinkiest way possible, you couldn’t hide your pleasure from him when he was looking at your face so up-close.  You let your hands carefully roam his body, narrowly avoiding the trails of cooling come he’d left on his stomach and chest, until you found his strong shoulders and held onto them for balance.

“Fuck,” you mumbled to yourself, biting your lip as your sore clit throbbed against his hard, muscular thigh.  

“Will you… could you kiss me?” he requested quietly, and your heart broke a little bit.  You shook your head, and he nodded in understanding.

“I’ll kiss you here,” you offered instead, whispering against his skin before you pressed your lips to his forehead, then his cheek, then his jaw.  “Is that better, James?”

“It helps,” he agreed in a sigh.  

“I’m close,” you warned quietly, pressing your cheek to his and weaving one hand into his hair.  “I’m gonna come again, on your thigh.”

“Let me touch you,” he begged, “just a little, please…”

You nodded, about to reach forward to untie one of his hands, but he snapped the ropes and you had totally forgotten he could do that.  He quickly ran his touch all over your body, calloused hands and bound wrists in stark contrast to your soft skin.  The metal one was a little cold but it didn’t bother you; the other was almost too hot, and it was like being warmed and cooled all at once.

He ran his fingers down your spine, he gripped one of your shoulders, he rubbed your legs: he did everything he must have been wishing he could do this whole time, even gasping as he ran one hand up your chest and over a cup of your bra.  Just as you sensed that he was about to ask if he could touch you there, you nodded and felt his metal hand tug down the red lace and grab your breast— thankfully not very hard, though he did give your nipple a quick pinch which made you gasp.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, he finally settled his hands on holding your hips, just tight enough to slightly guide your movements as you rocked faster and more desperately.  “Please come,” he begged weakly, “Mistress, please… use me.”

It sort of hit you all at once then, like a punch to the gut.  Except, you know, a lot more fun than getting punched in the gut.

“James,” you gasped, legs quivering where they straddled his as a new patch of slick soaked the lace (and presumably his thigh as well).  He held you tight, kept you moving through it while your fingers tangled in his hair and your mouth fell slack for another, louder moan.

The way his lips moved over your skin, laving your collarbones and pulse point and the innermost corner of your jaw, was positively worshipful; reverent.  “Mistress,” he whispered, almost sounding like praise but tinted with awe.  Your movements slowed down to a stop and the two of you breathed a sigh together, unintentionally.  “Thank you,” he mumbled.

“What for?” you asked, blinking quickly and looking down at him, coming back to reality (though you weren’t quite sure where else it was that you had just been).

“I dunno, everything,” he decided.

“Don’t thank me,” you smiled.  “Keep paying me, though.”

He laughed a little, glancing away.  “Yeah, and I’ll pay you back for these ropes… sorry."

"No, hey, don't be sorry," you dismissed, getting up off of his leg and standing up to go grab a towel for him.  "I'm just sorry we still haven't found anything strong enough to hold you."

"It's fine, they're strong enough to make me stop myself when I want to do something I shouldn't, that's all that really matters."

You nodded to yourself as you dampened the towel and came back to wipe him off.

"I can do that for myself," he reminded you, sounding a bit embarrassed, but you thought it was sweet. 

“You just focus on getting those ropes off of yourself,” you decided with a little smile.

[bitchfitch]

Like in Silas and Chase's new dynamic I think instead of meeting when Silas stops a monster hunter from killing Chase and gets shot in the fight,

they meet on Silas's first or second day working at the fun complex because Chase has eaten every night shift worker hired for a few years now but only after he has fun messing with them as much as possible. So chase is being a shit and trying to get Silas riled up for a laugh and it just, Doesn't work.

Silas Barely acknowledges him after confirming he has permission to be in the building after closing. and that's Frustrating for a guy who Always needs to be the center of attention.

Chase will make a mess in an area Silas just cleaned, and Silas will clean it again without flinching. Laying down in the way of his cart does nothing but get dirt swept at him or Silas will step over him like he isn't even there. Attempts to be spooky are met with no reaction. He even tried sitting on Silas's cart to stop him being able to use it and Silas just picked him up and sat him aside.

It's infuriating and Fascinating and Novel enough for Chase to make it his Goal to make Silas Flinch or tell him to screw off or stop whatever bullshit he's getting up to. and None of it works.

And it all sorta culminates in Chase screaming bloody murder because an actual monster hunter is trying to gank him in the pizzeria of Uncle Jim Jim's Fun Complex, and Seriously regrettimg every time he's tried screaming as a way to bother Silas because now Silas Isn't going to care and chase is going to fucking die-

And then the monster hunter is being tackled off him and this stupid annoyingly calm human is holding his own in this fight. Silas shouts for him to go call 911 and almost gets the monster hunter under control. Chase books it and does as he's told and he hears the gun go off while he's cowering in the kitchen and still on the phone with the dispatcher,

He tells them what's happening but despite being a vamp, the man's a fucking Coward and it takes Silas Calling for him to get him to come back out. And there's just so much blood, he's starved and hasn't eaten in weeks, and there's So Much Blood. He has to fake being sick at the sight of it to give himself an excuse to keep hiding because he Needs to stop himself turning a flesh wound into a lethal one.

Silas just fuckin took a bullet for him, he's not eating him. Not today at least.

When Silas comes back to work a few months later with a nasty limp and a doctor's note to stay off that leg as much as possible, Chase near about Cries when he sees him and hugs him. and like, Chase thought Silas would Immediately shove him away for getting so hands on, but Silas let's it happen and Chase feels like the absolute worst person in the entire world for messing with him so much. To the point he actually Helps with cleaning instead of hindering.

Like Silas is fine with it for a while, but eventually he starts goading Chase a bit to push him into some of his old habits. It's fun, it's a game they play. Chase's antics were mostly just entertaining and sorta cute, he doesn't want (most of them) to stop. and they end up in a more even back and forth. that ends up picking up a lot of bits that Look like flirting but are definitely not flirting if you asked either of them if it was flirting.

No Silas pinning Chase between him and the bar while he wipes it down isn't flirting, chase was just in the way and this would at least keep him in line for a bit. No Chase stealing cigarettes out of Silas's mouth to take a few puffs off them isn't flirting, he just wanted a smoke and to agrivate Silas. the amount of times they've pinched eachothers butts is also Perfectly normal if you ask them.