#and then it's back to the submission system!!

[headcanonsetcc]

Let's be fr, this isn't the weirdest post about the Batfam. So, let's properly look into the omega verse in the Batfamily. Not in weird ways, just what they are.

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Omegaverse Dynamics | Batfam Edition

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🖤Bruce Wayne – Alpha (Suppressive):

-Classic Dominant Alpha™, but he suppresses his scent with meds and tech.

-Doesn’t like when instincts get in the way of logic, so he is always in control

-Refuses to act on Alpha instincts unless absolutely necessary.

-People are lowkey scared when his alpha scent bleeds through in moments of stress or rage

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💙Dick Grayson – Beta with Alpha Tendencies (Versatile):

-Technically a beta, but his energy is Alpha-lite with emotionally intelligent seasoning

-Can go toe-to-toe with any alpha in leadership or comfort, and in turn can also calm down any (ABO)

-In a rare heat/rut situation (prob stress-induced), goes full alpha mode, surprising everyone

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❤️Jason Todd – Alpha (Recessive Omega Traits):

- The big A, but he’s got that feral wounded omega core buried deep

-Refuses to use suppressants, struggles with instincts

-Occasionally goes through omega-style emotional spirals and denies every second of it

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🩵Tim Drake – Omega (Suppressive):

-Secretly an omega, suppresses with tech and caffeine (he’s chronically overdosed)

-Hides it to maintain respect, but his scent gets “weird” during sleep-deprived crashes

-Very analytical about his own biology

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💚 Damian Wayne – Beta with Recessive Alpha Gene:

-Technically beta, but very dominant energy

-Has an alpha-level territorial streak, but with none of the scent profile (loves that it throws people off)

-Prob gets tested every few years because no one believes he's a beta

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🩶Cassandra Cain – Omega (Dominant):

-Rare dominant omega, not soft, but still deeply nurturing and intuitive

-She’s lethal, quiet, and can calm even the most rabid alpha with just a look

-Her scent is oddly comforting and terrifying

-Very in-tune with instincts, but channels them with discipline

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💜 Stephanie Brown – Alpha (Playful):

-Bold, chaotic alpha who refuses to follow any “pack rules"

-Teases everyone into submission and has zero chill about scent marking people she likes

-Goes into protective mode real fast when someone threatens her people

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💛Duke Thomas – Beta (with a rare latent omega gene):

-Chill, grounded, stable beta with that subdued chaotic side

-Weirdly attracts all like a magnet

-In extreme danger, the omega gene kinda activates, mostly in instinctual ways

-He jokes about being the “emotional support beta,” but it’s true

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🤎 Barbara Gordon – Omega (Masking):

-Ultra competent omega who keeps her scent masked 99% of the time

-She hates when people underestimate her because of it

-Doesn’t experience traditional heats, more like intense emotional/mental waves

-Gives off “CEO Omega” energy

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🤍 Alfred Pennyworth – ??? (Above the System):

-No one knows

-People theorize he's a beta, some say suppressed alpha, and others whisper "transcendent omega"

-Even Bruce steps back when Alfred gives The Look

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What do you guys think? 👀 Took me a bit to figure out what Tim was, ngl

[puck-luck]

hii miss andy i have two drink orders i hope you will enjoy experimenting with and perfecting as you do <3 moving forward could i also be 🌙 anon ?

order one: may i please order a peppermint mocha (angsty fake relationship with lines blurring perhaps?) for sweetie boy tz with cinnamon (body worship) on top of some whipped cream (slight sub!m, bit of an apology vibe to it? like words won't be enough to him so he wants to make up for it with actions), and a layer of cold foam underneath ("i wanna be good for you, please let me be good for you")

thank you !!

thank you so much for sending these asks in different submissions! it makes things just a little bit easier for me <3 you may be 🌙anon! feel free to stop by anytime for a little chat :) this is also a great ask because i have been in SUCH a sweetboytz mood lately. i had fun with this!!

“This isn’t working, Trevor. Maybe we should just end it before everyone finds out,” you sigh, rubbing your hands over your face and shaking your head. 

You’re alone in one of the rooms adjacent to the reception hall. You’re pacing back and forth in front of Trevor, who sits in a chair and watches you. His hands cover his mouth. This was supposed to be a convenient night for the both of you: you’re both single, freshly out of relationships, and neither of you wanted to deal with the probing questions from your acquaintances. You decided to spend the night together– entering together, sitting, dancing, and dining together, and leaving together. You contracted a few kisses, a few sensual touches, but you didn’t think so many people would be so giddy at the sight of you and Trevor together.

It’s a lot of pressure. You’ve been here a few hours already and you’re stressed. Every time Trevor talks to another woman, you feel like people are watching you. Their eyes creep over your skin with pity. There are a couple of drinks coursing through your system, putting you even further on edge. 

“Relax,” he says softly, catching your hips when you pass by him next. Trevor anchors you in front of him, sliding a hand under the slit in your black dress and stroking your thigh. “No one knows.”

“Trevor, you keep flirting with these beautiful women when I’m just across the room,” you reply. “People are looking at me.”

He coaxes you closer, pressing a kiss to your clothed hip. “I’m sorry for making you nervous,” Trevor says. “I won’t talk to the girls again unless you’re standing next to me and holding my hand.” 

You place your hands on his shoulders, heart thumping a little harder when Trevor kisses the spot where your slit starts, where your skin is just revealed. 

“We can do this,” Trevor tells you. He places another gentle kiss on your smooth thigh. “I want to be good for you. Please, let me be good for you.”

Trevor’s green eyes stare up at you through his long, dark lashes. He looks handsome in his suit, hair brushed back in pristine, princely portions. His hand is warm against your thigh, cupping the back of your upper leg and holding you intimately. He holds you like he would hold his real partner.

The air changes, more charged now.

Trevor slides his hand up a bit further, testing the waters. He’s nearly gripping your behind now, accentuated by an itty-bitty excuse for underwear. His other hand squeezes your hip. His lips part, although it’s a few seconds before he speaks again. 

“I’ll be so good for you,” Trevor promises in a low voice. He slides from his chair and gets on his knees, kissing from your calf to your upper thigh. He looks up at you once more before nosing beneath your slit and leaving a wet trail along both of your inner thighs. His gentle hands help you find his chair, turning your bodies so that his back is to the door and you can stare at it, keeping watch just in case. 

Trevor slides your panties down your legs, the flimsy fabric pooling around your ankles. He spreads your legs as well as he can, throwing your free leg over his shoulder and nuzzling against your core.

He uses his tongue to part your lips, to lavish your clit. Trevor moans against your entrance and you picture his eyelashes fluttering prettily as he laps at your pussy like he’s drinking the nectar of the gods. 

His index finger is quick to fill you and your manicured hand finds his perfect hair, fisting it as he curls his finger inside you and pets over your sensitive inner walls. 

“Let me taste you,” Trevor begs, smacking his lips before diving in for more. “Fuck, baby, I want you to come all over my tongue. We’ll go back out there and I’ll taste you on me all night, no one will know a thing. They’ll think we snuck away for some private time–”

“Which we did,” you gasp.

“Mhm, and they’ll never doubt we aren’t together,” Trevor finishes. “It’s the perfect plan and a treat for me, babe. You taste so good, I don’t want to taste anyone else. Come, baby, please come for me. I need it, need you.”

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, thighs squeezing Trevor’s head. He moans loudly. You’re not sure if he’s over-exaggerating or if he’s really enjoying it this much and you’re really not sure if you’re playing the fake dating game anymore with Trevor suckling your clit like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.

[hollyhomburg]

(Tw: Eros universe, bio dom/sub, little space, polyamory, nothing sexual at all this is just fluff)

This has me!!! Daydreaming!!! Of Caregiver Jinnie with recently taken in little m/c who is just the perfect little darling to complete their Eros as a group of 4 doms, 2 switches and 1 sub 🥺, they thought of adopting an actual child because of course- none of them can have children on their own. but then the idea of fostering a little leaning sub who needed extra care came to mind and the m/c fell into their laps!

Little leaning subs are very very uncommon and incredibly rare and need extremely soft doms to act as cg’s like- they can hardly be punished at all without inflicting trauma and the m/c has been not so lucky in life and is very very cautious and nearly permanently non-verbal/stuck in little space.

Most submissive littles only spend 10% of their time in little space if they regress at all- mostly as apart of aftercare- like jungkook. But the m/c is a special case- and spends almost half her time regressed, usually around the evenings and mornings- with her settling a little during the middle of the day.

And the Eros is so excited cuz their only sub occasionally drops into little space after intense scenes and koo has been expressing very very sternly (as sternly as his chubby cheeks can pout) that he’s missing his subby 😠 and they’re not here and they need him. What’s more concerning is that big regular sub koo has no idea what little sub koo is talking about?? Maybe there’s some sort of mystical component/soulmate system where littles just /know/ when they’re supposed to be Eros-mates with other littles.

But anyway!! Back to jinnie and his teaddy bear- this is him coming home after a shopping trip to get stuff for the m/c- mostly toys and delicate clothes like koo likes when he’s feeling sensory. Trying to find the right toys to suit her needs only to come home and find that all the other doms have already bought her increasingly large sizes of teaddy bears- (like you know the ones that are massive/larger than an average sized person?)

and this is just jinnie- feeling a little competitive but also very endeared that the m/c is pouting and telling a very not little koo that he needs to hold onto the big teaddy bears paw so that he doesn’t get lonely while she meets her new friend 🥺 and jinnie is just like- kinda incredulous staring at the other doms like “you really one upped me? Really?”

And like hobi gets her a teaddy bear bag, namjoon gets her one larger than him, and yoongi gives her one that has arms so long they can wrap around her and simulate a hug (incase she ever needs one and he’s not there to give her one). And of course the head doms teaddy bear becomes her favorite to bring around because it’s just so little and fits in her hands nice and is the softest 🥺

the others groan and tease jin but he’s not so secretly pleased that it’s his bear she clings to during scary movies (Ie anything worse than Kiki’s delivery service). The one she always reaches for no mater how many the other buy for her. I bet that- if she did have food issues- that they would buy her all the food themed jellycats and she gets to pick one out when she’s having trouble telling them what she feels like she can eat 🥺

[shellysturnz]

the rules ~ (femboy!chris x strict-dom!reader)

in which... cherry presents her rules to femboy!chris.

content warnings... dom/sub dynamics, talk of bdsm, 18+ mdni

“Doll, posture.” Cherry cleared her throat, her cat-eye eyeliner only adding to her sharp gaze as he waited for Chris to correct himself. The brunette boy blinked back to reality, an apology instantly coming out of his glossed lips as he straightened out his back, his bright blue eyes looking towards the woman sitting across from him, awaiting his praise. 

Cherry gave him a satisfied hum, but it was far from enough to satisfy the feminine boy sitting across from her. Though Chris chose to ignore this, a bigger question was weighing on his mind. 

“So…” He cleared his throat, pulling at the lacy hem of his skirt as he noticed your eyes on his shaven knee. “Why’d you invite me up here? Usually we just go out to eat or-” 

“Well, we’re getting serious.” Cherry shrugged, lifting a glass of wine to her lipstick-coated lips. Chris’ eyes widened, the blue brightening. “We are?” He asked happily, making her chuckle as she nodded.

“We are, Chris.” She confirmed, leaning over to look inside her designer bag. “So, there are rules I expect you to follow.” Cherry explained bluntly, “I have a reputation to uphold, in both the marketing world and the BDSM community.” 

That wasn’t a surprise to Chris, judging by the mansion, he was sitting in currently it was no secret that Cherry made a lot of money at her job. It was surprising to hear that the woman was so widely known in the BDSM community as well.

“You do?” He asked curiously, tapping his foot rhythmically against the plush rug underneath him. Cherry nodded, swirling her wine in her glass as she spoke, “I host the biggest BDSM parties on the East Cost, doll.” She informed.

Chris’ eyes went wide as saucers. 

“If you can follow my rules, be my good boy, then I would consider bringing you along, maybe giving the guests a public display of my dominatrix skills.” The woman said calmly, a direct contrast to the swarm of bees flying around inside of Chris’ stomach.

“Can you handle that pressure?” Cherry arched a brow, sending a shiver down Chris’s spine. “Y-Yes ma’am.” He gulped, hoping he could measure up to the woman’s standards.

“Alright,” Cherry smiled proudly, opening up her purse that sat next to her and taking out a stack of papers. She carefully flicked through some with her long, black acrylics before pulling out a stapled bunch and setting them onto the coffee table between the two.

Chris didn’t dare touch them before permission.

“Go ahead, read through them.” She allowed, making Chris hunch forward as he began scanning through the sheet of rules. 

1. You are mine and mine alone. No other Dom is to boss you around, command you, or pleasure you. 2. You are mine to dress up. Clothing choices will be laid out for you every morning; you are expected to maintain your hygiene to the highest standard.  3. You are to keep a journal, documenting each day as my submissive. What you do and eat, who you speak to, and what you speak about. I will read this journal every night to ensure you’re not acting out. Full honesty is expected. 4. You are free to leave the mansion as you please, but if you are summoned, you should return in no less than an hour. 5. The stoplight system will be in place throughout our everyday life, not just sex. Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for go.  6. In the scenario that guests are over, you will be attentive but refrain from conversing with them unless permission is given. 7. If you think you should ask for permission before doing something, then you most likely should. 8. You are no longer in control of your own pleasure. A cock-cage will be made to fit you perfectly, and you will wear it every day. Masturbating is strictly off limits. 9. You will accept your punishments as they are. No haggling. 10. The rules can be updated as the relationship progresses, some may be reduced, some may be added.

Chris’ eyes trailed down to the bottom of the page, 

I am your master, your owner, your dom. While I may push you to try new things, I will never push past your limits. We are a team in this, I’m merely the leader. If you agree to these terms, sign here. x_____

“The choice is yours, sweetheart.” Cherry’s tone was honest, softer but no less strict. 

Chris didn’t think twice before scribbling his sloppy signature onto the parchment.

this sucks and oh ppl wanted me to start a taglist?? sooo....

@araasturns @riasturns

[43501]

I really love you headcanons of Near and L, I was wondering if you have any romantic hcs of Mello too

I love that you love them, anon. Yeah, I'll write up a huge list of basically every Mello headcanon I have like I did for Near. He deserves it. I love him.

Either wholly homosexual or bisexual with a significant male preference. (If you are a Mello fangirl reading this, please feel free to erase this line from your memory as you continue to read the rest of the headcanons list below.)

The most important factor: Needs a patient, stable partner who grounds him. Whether it's someone carefree and phlegmatic (like Matt) or equanimous and stoic (like Near), his lover needs to be the type of person who won't react to his mercurial moods and who won't take it personally when he's grouchy.

In general, a somewhat difficult person who is difficult to be in a relationship with. Feels his feelings powerfully. Sometimes feels like they get away from him. Sometimes feels a bit ashamed of his reactions to things. I see a lot of people writing him with some degree of Borderline Personality Disorder and this is my headcanon for him as well.

Always seems a little restless about something, even when he's happy and life is going well. Occasionally just leaves without warning. Sometimes it's a night walk to clear his head, sometimes it's for a couple of days and he doesn't talk about it when he returns.

Messy. Honestly tries to keep a tidy space, but can never seem to keep it under control for very long. "Organized chaos" may be a fitting description because he knows where all of his things are, he's just not very good at sticking to a system of organization or putting them back where they belong. Expect your shared space/room/apartment to be littered with his stuff.

Asks for your assistance with makeup from time to time, particularly painting his nails on his dominant hand. Berates you creatively if you suck at it, but allows you to try again until you get it right.

The kind of boyfriend to approach and hug you from behind while you're doing something else, like cooking or washing dishes. Fastens his arms tightly around your waist, holds you close. Secretly loves this kind of domestic, "normal" looking scene but won't ever do it if anyone else is nearby.

Too proud to admit it, but likes being comforted and fawned over. Wants to just lay his head in someone's lap and be loved unconditionally. Wants to be someone's priority for once.

Unlike every other Wammy's boy, has friends. Actual friends, and quite a lot of them (whether they're from work, ex-Mafia contacts, people he got in touch with from Wammy's, friends made through some other hobby - depends on the details of your setting and timeframe). He's a scintillating conversationalist, socially charming and not self-conscious. In a post-Kira case world, he has a fairly active social life. He doesn't mind if you don't want to go out with him and mingle with his friends, though (neither Matt or Near would).

Smells like some Tom Ford fragrance because he's too good for "cheap drugstore shit". Occasionally prone to living above his means, he enjoys the finer things in life.

Wants you to call him "Mihael". In a post-Kira case world where he survives, he drops the "Mello" pseudonym entirely (unlike Near who continues being Near).

Pretty high libido, considers sex life in a relationship important. May not be interested in a relationship with somebody who does not want to be intimate with him.

Rough kisser, almost always tastes like chocolate. Obviously. Greedy hands. Pins you to the wall. Pins you to the bed. Pins your hands at your sides or above your head. Dominant and in control all the way, turned on by displays of submission and adoration.

In a post-Kira case AU where he survives but nevertheless has his scars: he tries to downplay it but he's pretty heartbroken about the big, obvious expanse of scorched flesh on his left side. He's always been a bit vain and proud of his looks - the incident at the hideout shook his confidence. He's always unconsciously touching it. He would appreciate the occasional reminder that you find him rugged and dangerous-looking.

The secret thing about Mello: he's a normal, thoughtful man underneath it all. He's always going to be an ambitious and driven person, but he's tired of battling his way through life's trials and wants peace more than anything. He is not the reckless rageholic that some of the fandom (mis)characterizes him as.

[hawkinsuniversity]

a one time thing

word count: 2k

pairing: percy jackson + leo valdez + connor stoll x reader

warnings: 18+ content, dark!percy, submissive reader, sexual content, explicit language, dominance, submission, exhibitionism, voyeurism, substance use, gang bang, jealousy, possessiveness and power dynamics.

minors please do not interact due to 18+ content.

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The night at Camp Half-Blood is thick with tension and desire. The fire crackled, casting a warm glow on the faces of the demigods gathered around it.

Percy, Connor, and Leo have been passing around a flask, their laughter growing louder and more uninhibited with each drink. Their eyes keep drifting to you, lingering on your body, especially your breasts. Percy notices their stares and a cocky grin spreads across his face.

"Enjoying the view, assholes?" Percy calls out, his voice mocking. "You two better keep your eyes to yourselves, or I might just have to share my girl with you. But remember, she's all mine."

Connor and Leo exchange glances, their cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. They know they've been caught, but the alcohol in their systems makes them bolder.

As the night goes on, the boys continue to drink, their inhibitions lowering with each swig. Percy, seeing their growing boldness, decides to have a bit of fun. "You know what? I'm feeling generous," he says, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I'll let you two have a little taste of what's mine. But only this once, and only if you promise to behave."

Connor and Leo nod eagerly, their eyes wide with anticipation. Percy turns to you, his hands gripping your hips as he pulls you against him. "What do you say, princess? Want to give these boys a show they'll never forget?"

You nod, your breath hitching with a mix of excitement and nervousness. Percy leads you to a secluded spot behind one of the cabins, the firelight casting long, seductive shadows. He turns to you, his hands roaming your body, and leans down to whisper in your ear, "Be a good girl and suck their cocks while I fuck you from behind. But remember, you're mine. They can have your mouth, but your pussy is all mine."

You shiver, your body responding to his dominant tone. You turn to Connor and Leo, dropping to your knees, and take them both in your hands, stroking them slowly. Connor and Leo groan, their heads falling back as you take turns sucking them, your tongue swirling around their lengths. Percy, meanwhile, has lifted your skirt, his hands gripping your ass as he positions himself at your entrance. He enters you slowly, inch by inch, his breath hissing out as he fills you completely.

"You like that, don't you?" Percy growls, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You like having their cocks in your mouth while I fuck you from behind."

You moan around Connor's cock, the sound vibrating through him, making his knees weak. Percy starts to move faster, his hips thrusting against you, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You match his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his as you pleasure Connor and Leo with your mouth and hands.

The boys are a mess of groans and curses, their bodies tensing as you bring them closer to the edge. Percy, feeling their impending release, increases his pace, his hips slapping against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice a low rumble. "But remember, boys, this is a one-time thing. She's mine, and mine alone."

Connor and Leo can't hold back any longer, their orgasms ripping through them, their cocks pulsing in your mouth and hand. You swallow, your body trembling with need as Percy continues to pound into you, his own release building.

With a final, powerful thrust, Percy comes, his body shaking, his grip on your hips bruising. He leans down, his forehead resting against your back as he catches his breath. You turn to look at Connor and Leo, their chests heaving, their eyes filled with satisfaction and awe.

But Percy isn't done with you yet. He pulls out, turning you around to face him. He kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting Connor and Leo on your lips. "Good girl," he murmurs, his hands cupping your face. You smile, your body sated, your heart full. 

Percy leads you back to the fire, his arm around your waist, possessing you. The other demigods at camp watch, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and envy. Percy sits down, pulling you onto his lap, his hands roaming your body possessively. "You're mine," he whispers, his voice a low growl. "And I want them to see it. Tonight was a one-time thing, but I want to make sure they remember who you belong to."

Connor and Leo join you by the fire, their eyes still glazed with desire and satisfaction. Percy leans back, a smug smile on his face, as he watches them. "You boys want more?" he asks, his tone mocking. Connor and Leo nod, their breaths quickening again.

Percy stands up, pulling you with him. He turns you around, his hands gripping your hips, and bends you over slightly. "Show them what's theirs," he growls, his voice a low rumble. You comply, your body responding to his dominant tone. You turn to Connor and Leo, dropping to your knees, and take them both in your hands, stroking them slowly.

Percy enters you from behind, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing both you and the audience of eager demigods. You moan, your body arching back against him, your hands working Connor and Leo's cocks in sync with his thrusts.

The demigods watching are a mess of groans and curses, their bodies tensing as they watch you pleasure Connor and Leo. Percy, feeling their anticipation, increases his pace, his hips slapping against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice a low rumble.

Connor and Leo are losing their minds, their eyes wild with desire as they watch you suck and stroke them. "Fuck, your mouth is incredible," Connor groans, his hands tangling in your hair. Leo, not to be outdone, reaches out to touch your breast, but Percy swiftly smacks his hand away. "Hands off, Leo. You get her mouth, that's it," he growls, a low warning.

Leo nods, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tries to maintain control. You can feel Percy's jealousy radiating off him, but it only serves to turn you on more. You love being the center of his attention, the object of his desire and possession.

Percy's hips move faster, his thrusts more urgent as he nears his release. "Fuck, I'm close," he grunts, his voice strained. Connor and Leo, sensing his impending orgasm, increase their own efforts, their hips thrusting into your mouth and hand.

With a final, powerful thrust, Percy comes, his body shaking, his grip on your hips bruising. He leans down, his forehead pressing against your back as he rides out the waves of pleasure. You turn to look at Connor and Leo, their faces flushed, their eyes wild with satisfaction and awe.

Percy pulls out, turning you around to face him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the remnants of Connor and Leo on your lips. "You were incredible, as always," he murmurs, his hands cupping your face tenderly. You smile up at him, your heart swelling with love and contentment.

As they all catch their breath, Percy's possessiveness becomes even more apparent. He pulls you close, his arm around your waist, staking his claim. Connor and Leo, still in a daze, start to reach for you again, but Percy growls, a low, warning sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Remember your place, boys," he says, his voice a low rumble. "She's mine."

Connor and Leo nod, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect. They know that Percy is the alpha here, and they've been given a rare treat, but it's a treat that comes with a warning: you belong to Percy, and Percy alone.

You look up at Percy, your eyes shining with love and desire. "I'm yours, Percy," you whisper, your voice soft and sincere. He smiles down at you, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Damn right, you are," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. And with that, he kisses you, sealing his claim, his possession, his love.

The night continues, and Percy's possessiveness only grows. He smacks Connor's hand away when he tries to touch your breast again, and Leo gets a warning growl when he leans in to kiss your neck. "I said one time, and that's final," Percy asserts, his voice firm and final. "You two got your fun, now remember who she belongs to."

Connor and Leo, their minds foggy with desire and alcohol, nod but their hands wander again, touching you in places they shouldn't. Percy's jealousy flares, and he pulls you away from them, his arms wrapping around you protectively. "Mine," he growls, his voice a low rumble. "You're all mine, and don't you fucking forget it."

You look up at him, your eyes wide with surprise and arousal. "Percy," you whisper, your voice a soft plea. He kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth, his hands roaming your body possessively. "You're mine, and I'm not sharing you with anyone else," he murmurs against your lips.

Connor and Leo watch, their eyes wide with a mix of awe and envy. They know they've been given a gift, a night with the most desirable girl at camp, but they also know that Percy is the lucky one, the one who gets to keep you.

Percy turns you around, his hands gripping your hips, and bends you over slightly. "Show them what's theirs," he growls, his voice a low rumble. You comply, your body responding to his dominant tone. You turn to Connor and Leo, dropping to your knees, and take them both in your hands, stroking them slowly.

Percy enters you from behind, his movements slow and deliberate, teasing both you and the audience of eager demigods. You moan, your body arching back against him, your hands working Connor and Leo's cocks in sync with his thrusts.

The demigods watching are a mess of groans and curses, their bodies tensing as they watch you pleasure Connor and Leo. Percy, feeling their anticipation, increases his pace, his hips slapping against you, his breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, you feel so good," he groans, his voice a low rumble.

Connor and Leo are beside themselves, their eyes glazed with lust as they watch you suck and stroke them. "Your mouth is pure magic," Connor moans, his fingers digging into your scalp. Leo, trying to regain some control, reaches out to touch your breast again, but Percy swiftly smacks his hand away. "I said hands off, Leo," Percy warns, his voice a low growl.

Leo nods, his chest heaving as he tries to rein in his desires. You can feel the intensity of Percy's jealousy, but it only heightens your arousal. Being the sole focus of his desire and possession is intoxicating.

Percy's thrusts become more urgent, his body tensing as he nears his climax. "I'm close, princess," he grunts, his voice strained with effort. Connor and Leo, feeling the urgency, match his pace, their hips thrusting wildly as they chase their own releases.

With a final, powerful thrust, Percy comes, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm. He leans down, his forehead pressing against your back as he rides out the waves of pleasure. You turn to look at Connor and Leo, their faces flushed, their eyes wild with satisfaction and awe.

Percy pulls out, turning you around to face him. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth, tasting the remnants of Connor and Leo on your lips. "You were incredible, as always," he murmurs, his hands cupping your face tenderly. You smile up at him, your heart swelling with love and contentment.

As the night comes to a close, Percy's possessiveness is clear to everyone. He keeps you close, his arm around your waist, a silent warning to anyone who might try to take what's his. Connor and Leo, still in a daze, nod in understanding, knowing that they've had their one and only chance with you.

You look up at Percy, your eyes shining with love and desire. "I'm yours, Percy," you whisper, your voice soft and sincere. He smiles down at you, his thumb brushing your cheek. "Damn right, you are," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. And with that, he kisses you, sealing his claim, his possession, his love, for all to see.

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

The askbox is open again temporarily! I might close it up again later, but for now, ask away your questions, or whatever it is you want to tell me :)

[gai-sucks-titties-in-my-basement]

People criticize the Itachi reveal often because I think they have it in their heads that the Uchiha somehow had a chance of survival in a war, when Kishimoto intentionally shows us that the Uchiha failed a war before to a much less powerful and all encompassing opponent. Because the Uchiha aren’t built for war, they are built for love. Itachi made the only decision he could that would guarantee the life of Sasuke Uchiha would be spared. The point of Sasukes character is that he was always loved. His path of darkness does not exist. His revenge is not against a random act of cruelty on him, isolate him, victimized because he is unloved, but a battle for a bloodline that was declared dead the moment Madara conceded. The Itachi reveal is not to “redeem” Itachi its to let us know that the core of Sasukes character was never darkness, but love.

[lizasweetling]

Yeeeeeah. I Don't think a "clank override" is a real thing.

For one, trusting people is OOC for Klaus,

and if that weren't enough, a device to auto-win against his defenses would not be a remote with 2 buttons that sits in the palm of your hand and can be used (theoretically) by anyone

at a guess, the device Chakraborty is holding is a trap: an 'easy' hole in security to make would-be invaders, saboteurs, and rebelions shoot themselves in the foot.

I bet there are a few dozen of those around and they might be called 'clank overrides' but what they do is activate an aggro subroutine in all trooper clanks within a certain range (may even automatically make them converse to destroy you very efficiently! for Boris' sake, lets hope not though)

[mcyt-cats]

do you ever have to like. check references to remember cat names. or do you just have a mental database of every cc cat ever

Great question! For like the first two years of running this blog it was basically just a mental database. Like genuinely I just knew them. There's a few cats that I've always had trouble telling apart (like Minx's cats or Martyn's cats) but I used to be able to ID most of them off a photo without you even telling me which CC owned them.

These days it's a bit more to keep track of, I update this blog less often, and I spend less time stalking CCs on social media for cat photos. It is much more difficult for me to remember all their names. So right now, if I forget a cat name, I normally just search this blog for the CC name. My tagging over the years has benefitted me because it allows me to double check things very easily!

[coining-system-terms]

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[pdid-culture-is]

pdid culture is one of your alters using the Ultra Rare Complete Switch card to wake up from a nap and call your roommate a virgin then go back to sleep

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[bellasdragons]

when will my accents come back from the war

[gaysindistress]

Things that I feel like would happen when you’re in a relationship with Simon Riley.

Simon Riley masterlist

1. First off he hates the word ‘boyfriend’.

Maybe it’s because he’s in his mid thirties or something but he can’t stand being called your boyfriend. He’s more than that but also not at the same time. You live together, have access to each other’s bank accounts (which is only because he hates it when you try to fight him about him giving you money), and you’re each others emergency contact. He thinks of himself as your husband. The man wears a silicone ring when he’s home and a necklace with the ring that’s totally not a wedding band when he’s working. Price has seen the chain once or twice and smirks, shooting him a knowing look but never says a word.

Simon cannot stand it when people get nosy and want to know what your relationship status is. You’re together and that’s all that matters. No one needs to know that you’re the beneficiary of his will and life insurance policy or that he’s put you on all of his accounts. No one needs to know that he buys you anything you want but has only ever bought you two rings; a thin gold band with a flower engraved on it and its twin a matching emerald ring. No one needs to know that when he gifted them to you, there were tears and promises of safety, love, and happiness whispered against feverish skin. No one needs to know that he has your name woven into his chest tattoo.

No one needs to know any of that because your relationship is between him and you only.

2. You are not some submissive little house wife. You are a strong independent woman and he prefers it that way.

I know this one goes against what most people say but hear me out on this. Simon has been independent since birth practically. He’s only had himself to count on for years. Even in the military, he’s only been able to rely himself. Sure the others watch out for him but if it came down to it, he’s the only one who’s going to get himself out alive.

The thought of someone else relying on him in that way is terrifying. He can’t even fathom what it would be like to look at another person and fully trust them in that way. Half the time he feels like he can’t even be trusted to take care of himself let alone another human. In theory a sweet docile housewife is great with the meals and clean house but not for him. He needs to know that you can hold your own. He needs to know that you can be independent and carry on without him if something happened while he was working. He needs to know that you will be okay if he doesn’t come back.

You have to be okay without him no matter how much it pains him to think about it.

Like I said before, he’s made you the beneficiary of everything so he knows you’ll be set financially but that’s not enough. He’s made Price promise to keep an eye out for you. He’s made you promise to let Price do that and you agreed because it’s Simon who’s asking but you’d tell anyone else to fuck off.

In addition to all of that, he’s installed the best security system the government has to offer in your house. You have a very expensive and large safe in your shared closet that he’s instructed you to only open if you feel unsafe. While you might not like it, you agree to go shooting with him so he can sleep at night knowing that you could protect yourself if he’s not home. He’s gone as far as to make sure you have all of the licenses and certificates that are needed to legally own firearms in the UK.

He’s not leaving any opportunity for you to be vulnerable or have your ‘safety checks’, as he calls them, taken away.

3. Simon Riley is a godless man…until he meets you.

Now this is entirely my own headcannon with no evidence to support it so bear with me.

Simon had a shitty childhood where his mom would pray to a god who never listened and his dad would shout verses at him when he was drunk. God was a mythical figure that he was told stories off with nothing to show for it. He did believe at one point but then his dad never got better, his mom wore bruises of every shade, and his brother found comfort in drugs.

He found himself praying when he was being tortured by the Mexican cartel. Between the flashbacks of his abusive past, he prayed to a god who had failed him so many times before to help him. He prayed again as he dug himself out of that Texas grave with the major’s jaw bone. He wailed his prayers when he found his family executed after Sparks tried to kill him.

After that he deemed himself a Godless man. Years of praying had passed with nothing. This god had decided that Simon was not worthy of a miracle so why would he continue to worship him?

That was until he met you. He finds himself praying before every mission, every time he has to leave you, every time he’s on his way home, and just about any other time he thinks of you. He doesn’t know what exactly he’s praying for other than for you to be there when he gets back.

He whispers his prayers to an absent god against your skin as he worships your body, soul, and heart. He promises to be devoted to you until his last breath and vows to find you again in whatever afterlife awaits you. He pledges to find solace in you and only you when his haunting nightmares return. He makes an oath to your heart that it will never weather another storm alone again for his will take whatever beating that comes your way. He shows you that he will love you in the same manner as a Hozier song; putting you above all else because you have become his religion, his faith, his beliefs, his life.

You have become all that he is and he thanks the god he once believed in for you. He prays again but to you, his heart, his love, and his beacon through the enteral storm of life.

[hoonipies]

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Lee heeseung

Jerking off, overstimulation(?)

Heeseung can’t stand being away from you. Especially when he has no one to fist his desperate cock. Hands going up and down trying to find a rhythm that matches the way you ride. It’s so hard it hurts- Why did you have to post those bikini pics while you were on vacation? He scans over the picture before his eyes land on your nipples slightly poking through the thin fabric. And he lets out a groan- hands finding a faster rhythm and he feels it. His orgasm slowly creeping through his system, sweat dribbling down his neck, the heat emitting from his body creating a stuffy atmosphere. “Fuckfuckfuck, ngh- ahh shi-“ he feels his sticky cum coat his fingers and groans when he starts moving his hand again. He was gonna be here for a long time.

Park jongseong

Spanking, mean! Jay, punishment, teasing

“Ahh!” You squeak out from the impact of jays rough hand creating a mark on your ass. He wasn’t even paying attention to you at all today. Are you just supposed to watch him just completely ignore you and not try to get his attention? He was asking for way too much. Just when the impact slowly fades away- you feel it again. The white hot pain surging through your body when he lands another slap. “You can’t just behave?” You feel the anger through his words- “such a slut” one of his hands spreads your ass while the other starts rubbing your wet pussy. “You get off to this huh? You like it when I’m mean” he groans when he feels more wetness seep through your panties. You squeal when his finger rubs your clit-it hurts so good. “Jay- jay no, no more —no more please” his fingers start rubbing even harder, unforgiving. “You asked for this baby, so yes, you can take it”

Sim jaeyun

Handjob, neck kissing, intoxicated sex, drug dealer jake, subby Ikeu

The slow drag of the afternoon with the soft dimmed lights laminating the room was enough to edge you further on. Just coming over to pick up your stash turned into a blunt being passed between each other. The faint buzzing in your head doesn’t let you register what’s going on. All you feel is the dull ache resting between your legs and Jake’s mouth trailing down your neck, his mouth is sloppy leaving a trail of spit. And now he’s laying beside you, eyes rolling back as you tug his cock. “Please- ah!” He desperately bucks his hips up. His toned stomachs tenses when he feels like he’s close—“oh fuck! Yeaaah sh- I’m so close pleaseplease-“ “please what ?” He whines thrusting his hips up “please let me cum, I’m so close please”. Who knew Jake was so submissive when he’s high?

Park sunghoon

Sideways sex, praise, dirty talk, morning sex, cervix fucking

Morning sex with sunghoon wasn’t something new. You were now on your side as sunghoon thrusts into you unforgivingly. His pace never faltering- each thrust going deep leaving you breathless. His hands go up to knead your boobs, hands slightly tweaking your nipples. “You feel so good” he whispers to himself, “can’t believe you’re all mine- oh fuck” your too list to hear the praises he throws at you. “I love seeing you like this” his pace falters as he adjusts himself so he goes in deeper, “cumming on my cock” he thrusts again. This time his cock kissing your cervix, you let out a loud moan. “So good for me” his hand comes up to your neck squeezing lightly. Your breath gets caught in your throat when he speeds up his pace. Still keeping up his brutal pace. When you start clenching him harder he groans. “You close” you can’t even answer his hand still squeezing at your neck. So you nod your head vigorously. “Come on baby-fuck.. cum all over my cock”

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[fear-is-truth]

BEING IN A POLY RELATIONSHIP WITH THANOS & NAM-GYU l headcanons

pairing — thanos x reader x nam-gyu warnings — (mild) s2 spoilers. smut author’s note — i wrote some corny lyrics for this lol

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thanos recruited you into his “team” because of his attraction to you. the rapper didn’t try to hide that he found you hot, and he made sure you knew it, throwing compliments your way. his flirting was over-the-top and shameless. he’d call you “senorita” or “babe” in a sing-song voice, leaning in close to make sure you couldn’t ignore him. his favourite move was to serenade you with cheesy raps that made everyone cringe.

one day, thanos sidles up to you, a wide, cocky-ass smirk plastered on his face. he’s got his hands on his hips, like he’s about to drop the hottest bars in the universe. “yo, senorita,” he starts, “you’re the queen of my world, can’t you see? ain’t no one gonna take my throne, you and me, together, baby, we’re destiny!” while nam-gyu, in the background, is rolling his eyes so hard he could probably see the back of his skull. but thanos keeps going, totally into it, “baby, we can rule the game, you and i, got them all thinking i’m the reason they’ll die. you’ll be my queen, i’ll be your king, together we’ll make this whole thing sing!” it’s a miracle you don’t combust from secondhand embarrassment.

nam-gyu, as thanos’s second-in-command, was pissed from the start. in the beginning, it seemed like he was just territorial—angry that you were disrupting the group dynamic. he’d throw side comments like, “oh, great, now we’ve got a distraction,” and give you cold, assessing looks. his irritation was obvious, especially when thanos started giving you preferential treatment, like sitting beside you during meals or casually throwing an arm over your shoulder during group talks.

he tried to act more “mature” than thanos (spoiler: he wasn’t). his idea of flirting was to act tough, which mostly involved bullying weaker players to look impressive. it was like watching a middle schooler try to flex for their crush. in reality, he just looks like an asshole, and you feel annoyed by his attempts to bully someone into submission to show off. he catches your disapproving glare and immediately tries to backtrack, but it just makes it worse.

thanos wasn’t subtle about his future plans for you. “after we win this thing, you’re coming with me,” he promised you confidently. “i’ll make you my official girl. the fans will eat it up—thanos and his queen.” he didn’t ask if you wanted that, just assumed you’d go along with it lol. nam-gyu, on the other hand, played dirtier. when thanos wasn’t around, he tried to plant seeds of doubt in your mind, leaning in to whisper confidentially. “he’s a scumbag, you know. all talk, no loyalty. don’t let him fool you,”

during meals, both of them insisted on sitting next to you, even if it meant practically wrestling each other to the ground. there were no tables, just groups eating near the bunk beds or stairs leading up to them, and you always ended up sandwiched between the two guys. thanos would slouch with his arm around your shoulders, smirking at anyone who looked your way. nam-gyu would mutter snide comments under his breath, low enough for you to hear, but not enough for thanos to notice.

then came the game “mingle,” where the players had to group up based on a random number announced over the PA system. when the voice said “two,” both thanos and nam-gyu grabbed your arm at the same time. “she’s going with me,” thanos barked, pulling you toward him. “what the fuck about me?” nam-gyu shot back, tugging you in the opposite direction. if it hadn’t been for se-mi, who quickly pulled you into a room with her (the two boys found a room next to you), the four of you would’ve fucking died.

the tension escalated at night. at first, both of them insisted on sleeping next to your bunk bed. but as time went on, they started fighting over who got to sleep in your bed. it started as bickering—“move, she doesn’t want you here,” nam-gyu would snap, trying to shove thanos aside. “speak for yourself, bro,” thanos would shoot back, climbing up anyway. it’s like a power struggle between two self-proclaimed alpha males, but it’s over you, which just feels awkward. each one tries to subtly imply their superiority by making the argument about who has the better “qualifications” to be your bunkmate. eventually, the rivalry reached its peak when they both tried to squeeze into your bed at the same time. you ended up stuck between them, neither willing to back down, and neither particularly caring how uncomfortable it made you.

despite the rivalry, the situation eventually settles into some sort of… equilibrium. neither thanos nor nam-gyu backed down completely, but they seemed to reach an unspoken agreement. the two of them started “sharing” you, like some fucked up custody arrangement.

you start to realise that maybe—just maybe—this unholy triangle might not be such a bad thing after all. meal time turned into a prelude for something else entirely. when everyone was distracted, one of them would catch your eye, silently signaling for you to follow. you’d find yourself slipping away to meet them in the bathroom stall.

thanos is all energy, and unable to shut up—being balls deep inside you, his dirty talk came easily, an endless stream of words that tumbled out in rapid succession, that had you equal parts flustered and irritated. especially with how careless he was. you’d have to kiss him just to silence him, pressing your lips to his until his words were replaced by muffled groans. whenever you grabbed his hair, his reaction was instant—a breathy whimper that only seemed to spur him on more. but almost as quickly as the sound left his lips, he was smirking, leaning in to tease you. “don’t mess it up, baby,” he’d warn, his voice playful yet smug. “this shit cost a lot to style.”

nam-gyu, in contrast, was rougher and far less interested in theatrics. he wasn’t one for words—far too focused to waste time on anything unnecessary. he had you pinned firmly against the partition wall, the cool surface digging into your back as beads of perspiration formed along his brow. the thin structure trembled violently under the sheer force of his movements, creaking with every thrust as though it might give way at any second. the silence between you was broken only by a few curses and grunts that escaped him.