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[lakeffect]

When you Deny Them Staff Edition: Crowley and Crewel

Warnings: Light not sfw

Crowley

It's inelegant to say the least. Crowley likes his feathers ruffled at least thrice a week during the school year and even more on vacation. He's never had a problem getting you into his bed before. Whether you've been together 10 years or 100 years nothing has stopped this regular pattern of intimacy except for grave emergencies.

There are several key ways you and Crowley like to like to initiate your sessions. Usually a mutual coming together at the end of a long day, or when you walk into his private office in your shared home and he turns around with a wide smile to greet you patting his lap affectionately. A kiss or two quickly ends up with the two of you tangled in each other in the bed, on his office sofa, or even on the desk.

So imagine his surprise when all of the usual warmth and affection he's used to receiving from you becomes only chaste pecks and stoic caresses. He loses it. Breaks down instantly, but he tries to keep a brave front but he can't stomach not having your full affection.

His first impulse is to consult his teaching staff. Trein advises that this is a matter entirely inappropriate to discuss with the school's teachers, but as a veteran of marriage suggests that Crowley try to engage in affection with you where sex isn't the exclusive result. Just some cuddling or snuggling without pressure for more. Trein also advises Crowley to just talk to you about the changes in your intimacy levels but Crowley in all of his infinite wisdom thinks that would come off as a bit desperate. "As if you didn't reek of desperation already, Dire" (Trein's words not mine.)

Crowley sees the sense in that but would prefer faster results so he goes to Crewel who plainly tells him that he dresses like an Edgar Allen Poe inspired 19th century brothel owner and suggests that he dress a bit more modern and less garish. (admittedly this is rich coming from Crewel) This Crowley does try, he walks in one day after work in a beautifully tailored midnight colored suit and like a moth to a flame you come over and press your hands to his chest and lapels, telling him how handsome he looks, but then if you end up liking it too much his feelings are hurt and he reverts back to his old sense of dress. You liked it before! (cockblocks himself)

Vargas tells him that he needs to bulk up. He's too spindly and that you're probably creeped out by his spider like physique. Crowley considers building some muscle, but when Vargas says it will probably take about 3 months to see any meaningful gains Crowley doesn't even let him finish talking before moving on.

Naturally Sam suggests gifts and this really resonates with Crowley, so soon you'll wake up to a cadre of silver and gold glittering gifts on your vanity in the morning and a cheesy grin from your husband encouraging you to try things on. You like the presents well enough but are incredibly offended by the assumption that because of these gifts you should want to immediately jump his bones as repayment. He understands the optics look bad but that's not what he meant!

If none of these questionably implemented strategies work it takes maybe a month of cold interactions and failed seduction attempts before he's coming to you in your shared bed, already sniffling as he tries to get to the bottom of the situation.

"Please tell me what's the matter my love. I know you wouldn't withhold yourself from me for anything less than being in complete and utter despair. As your husband it is my job to shoulder these burdens with you."

Crowley is absolutely shocked when you say nothing is the matter and that you're just not in the mood. Insists you need to get to the doctor, because obviously something is medically wrong even if you feel fine. If you insist you're ok, he starts full on sobbing asks if there's someone else. He promises he'll forgive you just tell him the fucker's name.

The good news is that as long as you're honest and open with him there's really no reason for there to be an extended period of abstinence. Crowley is using all of the creative problem solving skills he doesn't use at his job to solve the problem of why you don't want to rail him anymore.

If you want to try something new, he'll do whatever you ask. If you're tired and stressed he's trying to figure out how to take things off your plate. This silly little birdman will do anything for you. He can't tolerate even 10% less of his normal daily dose of intimacy and affection from you. Now with that understanding out of the way, go to him. He needs you desperately.

"Darling there's no need to let anything come between us. I will always do my best to please you, there is no one for me but you. Now, spread your legs."

Crewel

Indignant, but demure. He's really not used to you saying no to him. Of course he respects your right to say no, to him, but you really seldom do. Crewel honestly doesn't know how to react when he draws his hand up your thigh and you stop him in his tracks and tell him not right now. What do you mean? Are you going somewhere? Doing something? If you're not busy and not sick, what gives? The occasional no is tolerable if a smidgen disappointing, but a habit of rejection however, that won't do at all.

Of course Crewel doesn't externalize those thoughts he just respects your wishes, but he's not exaggerating when he estimates that you both have sex nearly everyday. You both might tell the another not now, but more certainly there will be a later. Normally you and Crewel can't keep your hands off of each other. You both thought it was a honeymoon phase, but its been years at this point and you two just don't...stop... going at it.

Your relationship isn't only physical of course. Crewel loves you body and mind, so he's more than willing to adhere to your boundaries. He promised to love you in sickness and health, through thick and thin.

Early into the change he'll ask you if anything is wrong, and if there's anything he can do to help, make you feel more comfortable or reengage with you physically. If you open up to him and have a discussion about what's bothering you so much that you're withdrawing from him then you two can quickly get to the bottom of things together and resume intimacy with little issue, however, if you wave off his concerns all he'll say is that you're a "stubborn pet," but that he's there for you no matter what.

But he does actively try to seduce you in the mean time, and admittedly he gets really into the task. He's really unused to rejection so the opportunity to prove himself is a welcome challenge, to deliberately attract your gaze and demand your attention kinda turns him on. It's been years since you've played hard to get with him and he's more than up to the task or turning your head. He's too proud to beg so simple seduction is just what it is.

Crewel starts off simple, he walks around the house shirtless, maybe unbuttons the top few buttons of his dress shirts after he's home from school. He'll make sure to wear the clothes and sleepwear you find him the most irresistible in. But then he ups the ante by cooking you meals whenever he gets a chance.

Imagine Crewel in your kitchen, you sitting at the island, both of you splitting a bottle of wine while he works over the stove, his shirt a bit unbuttoned, sleeves rolled up to expose strong forearms and an apron tied at his waist. Then he comes to you cradling spoonful of sumptuous sauce and putting it to your lips asking you to tell him how it tastes. Now I personally would just have to give him head right then and there but if you're still not swayed he has a few more tricks up his sleeves.

(It's important to note while he tries his hand at seduction, Crewel has no expectations. He's just doing his best to make you want him and he's an alchemy expert so he's very good at trusting the process and not rushing results, even if his instincts his brain's internal nonstop directive to jump your bones and make you submit are telling him otherwise.)

Now maybe Crewel perceives that the reason you're not connecting with him physically is because your burdened with either your job or housework. Managing the latter is no problem, either he hires a maid or sets up some magical systems that help to tidy the house. Sure it's tedious but absolutely worth it when you ask him about how everything go so spotless and he tells you that he's handled it. The look of gratitude and awe on your features is so alluring to him. Oh he just wants you so bad! He's impatient to have your again but tries to remember good things come to those who wait.

He finds other activities to fill up your time together, maybe you start going to the gym, or reading together just things to make sure that if you aren't having sex, at least there's other form of connection and intimacy happening. And of course he looks insanely hot in gym clothes, which doesn't fail to make you blush and seeing other people eye him makes you want to stake your claim. And coincidentally, the books Crewel wants to read with you are all vaguely or intensely erotic in nature which has certainly gotten you hot and bothered on occasion.

And you'll honestly be so surprised as his willingness to give you space sexually that it's likely you who comes up to him about the missing intimacy in your relationship.

Honestly your knowledge of his playboy past has you thinking he might have found someone else. You see how often he gets hit on by perfect strangers when you're literally right next to him. It wouldn't be hard in the slightest for him to find someone else to meet his needs. But then you realize that he's hardly away from you, if anything the two of you are continuing to connect with each other.

When you apologize to him about not being more in the mood and not initiating sex he's genuinely taken aback. It hasn't been more than a few weeks. He'll tell you that you have nothing to apologize for, though he appreciates your awareness. He understands that everyday is a bit much but is happy to work with you to find middle ground.

"Oh puppy its my fault for tiring you out. Nearly everyday for years...perhaps we were due for a reset. How about you tell me how you'd like things to go from here on out? Speak now or forever hold your peace pet. You know I'm seldom willing to make changes, but for you and this beautiful body, I do just about anything."

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

Love That Burns ~ Ending 2 ~ 58

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< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,000ish

Summary: Wade begins to take matters into his own hands.

Warning(s): My poor attempt at Deadpool jokes.

Notes: I know I said Jan. 19th. But I can't sleep. Please share reactions! 

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When Laura came home in the morning, she found Logan asleep against the apartment door. Curious, she kicked his foot, making Logan jump awake. He looked up to see her staring down at him. Logan scrambled to his feet.

“What are you doing out here?” Laura wondered, skeptical.

“I, uh… your mom… well,” he stammered, struggling to know where to start. Laura raised an eyebrow at Logan, who sighed. “Your mom came home and her hands were burnt.”

“What?”

“She wouldn’t let me help her. She kicked me out, but not before her powers flared up. I’ve been out here all night.”

“You should have called me.” Laura pushed Logan aside to get to the door.

“Your mom would have been even angrier at me.”

“Don’t care. She’s my mom and she’s—“ Laura’s shoulders fell. What were you? Sick? Dying? Both? “Next time I need you to call me.”

“Okay… I’m sorry, Laura. I don’t mean to make things worse.”

“Yeah, well, maybe you need to step away for a few days. Let me handle it.”

“You don’t have to handle things alone. Neither of you.”

“I’ll let you know if we need anything.” Then Laura slipped inside before Logan could say anything more.

Laura’s eyes scanned the dark apartment. You weren’t anywhere to be found in the living areas. She kicked off her shoes and headed further into the apartment. She peeked in the bathroom and her room before finding you curled up on the bed in your room. You were still in your clothes from the day before, back facing the open door. Laura quietly set her backpack down before going over and crawling behind you on the bed.

“Laura?” You rasped, turning around.

“Hey, mom,” she whispered. Her eyes scanned your burned face from the tears before falling to your wrapped hands. “Are you okay? I heard something happened.”

“Did Logan call you?”

“No, but I wish he did. I found him sleeping outside the door… What happened?”

“It was nothing… It was stupid… and I shouldn’t have yelled at Logan the way I did… It’s just… There’s been moments were I forget that he’s not my Logan… my James… and then when it comes rushing back… it hurts.”

Laura nodded. “I know. It’s hard for me too… But, mom, what happened with your hands?”

“Nothing. I’m fine.”

“But you’re not.”

“I have to be… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You’re not a burden, you’re my mom.”

“Yes, but about about Wade and Logan? They don’t need to be burdened by me.”

Laura scoffed. “Wade just feels blessed to be in your presence. You are his favorite superhero. And Logan… I think he’s just trying to do better than he was before… Letting them—us—help you is not being a burden. It’s showing strength in a different way… Just think about it.”

You smiled at Laura. “How did I get so lucky to have a daughter like you?” You leaned over and kissed her head. “Is Logan still out there?”

“I don’t know, but probably.”

“I know I should apologize, but I’m not ready… We both owe each other explanations.”

“I’m on your side, no matter what.”

“Thanks, kiddo.”

~~~

Logan was clearly tense as he entered his shared apartment. Wade was at their table, messily eating a bowl of cereal.

“Well, hello, Peanut!” Wade greeted, mouth full of food. “Have a fun night?”

Logan grunted, heading straight for the fridge and pulling out a bottle of beer.

“It’s a bit early for beer, isn't it?” Wade questioned. Logan didn’t respond, lifting the drink up to his lips and drinking it all in one go. “Woah there, Peanut. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Logan grumbled. “Just screwing up everything like usual.”

“Oh, drama! Spill the tea.”

“The fuck?”

“It means tell me all the juicy gossip! Wow, that was either your age showing or your universe was very different in it’s lingo than this one.”

“Fuck you.” Then Logan headed to his room and slammed the door.

“You two better not be having sex out there!” Althea shouted. “I don’t want to here any of it!”

~~~

You avoided Logan for the next few days. It wasn’t like Logan didn’t try to get to you, but you actively ignored him and Laura acted like your own personal bodyguard. Logan eventually started pulling away, but not completely. He lingered out of the corner of your eye in the shadows, always concerned, always there.

Wade immediately noticed that something was wrong between his best friends and he wasn’t having it. 

“Good morning, Peanut!” Wade sauntered out into his apartment kitchen, where Logan was sitting at the table, an unlit cigar between his lips. “Need help lighting that? I know a beautiful firestarter next door that—“

“No,” Logan interrupted, voice firm and final.

“I’m sure she wouldn’t—“

“You know that she can’t use her powers. Don’t offer them up like their yours.”

Wade put his hands up in surrender. “I’m just trying to help you out there, Peanut. You’ve been moping around here for days when you’re not off fixing cars. I’m just trying to be your bestest friend.” He plopped down in the chair across from Logan. “So talk to me, Peanut. I’m all ears.”

Logan scoffed, pulling the cigar from his mouth and rolling it between his fingers. A lot was weighing on Logan’s mind. He understood that Wade was trying, which was a lot for the loud mouth, but he wasn’t ready to talk about it all. Before Wade could say anything to push Logan further, Logan heard the sound of your apartment door shutting. He got off the chair and took large strides over to the door, using the peep hole to look out in the hallway. 

You and Laura were in the hallway, looking like you may be heading to run errands. His eyes looked for your hands. He sighed when he noticed the compression gloves. 

“”m goin’ to work,” Logan mumbled, before opening the door and stepping out in the hall.

You and Laura immediately looked over at Logan. The three of you standing there, frozen. Wade peeked his head out, taking in the sight. He whistled.

“Well, the tension out here is thick,” Wade commented. “Maybe my Peanut Buttercup should just go and fuck it out—“

“Wade!” Logan snarled.

“Do you guys need anything at the store?” Laura asked.

“Oh, yes!” Wade responded. “Some more Lucky Charms and condoms and—“

You couldn’t help but laugh at Wade. “Just text us your list Wade,” you told him. “We’ll be happy to pick it up.”

“Do you two, uh, do you need any help?” Logan asked.

“We’re good,” Laura stated. “Thanks.” She looped her arm through yours and began pulling you away. “Let’s go, mom.”

Logan watched as Laura pulled you away. Wade watched, eyes flickering  from Logan to you and Laura before going back to Logan.

“Maybe you should chase after her, Prince Charming,” Wade whispered, nudging Logan with his elbow.

“Fuck off,” Logan retorted. “I’m goin’ to work. Don’t wait up for me.”

~~~

Wade found himself at your bar near closing time.

“Hey, Buttercup!” He greeted, slipping into one of the bar stools. 

“Wade,” you replied with a smile as you wiped down the bar. “We close in five minutes.”

“I know. Came to walk you home.”

“Really?”

“And maybe figure out why you and Little Wolf are shutting out Wolvie.”

You sighed. “Wade… Now is not the time.”

“Oh, I know. Which is why I’m walking you home. And don’t you think you can get rid of me. Ain’t that easy, baby.”

~~~

Closing up the bar was quicker tonight, much to your dismay. Wade stuck around like he had told you and even tried his hand at helping, though he wasn’t very helpful. Before you knew it, the two of you were walking home. Wade immediately noticed how tense you were, like you were trying to make yourself smaller. Something was wrong and before he could get to the bottom of it, a man stumbled into view from the alley. The strong stench of alcohol wafted off of him.

“Hey, sweet cheeks,” the man slurred. “Been a few days… You owe me a new jacket. You burned the last one.” He reached for you. 

Wade quickly grabbed the man’s wrist. “I wouldn’t touch her if I were you, asshole,” his voice was threatening. 

“She owes me a new jacket or a really good blowjob. I was just trying to be nice to the pretty lady.”

“Okay,” Wade whipped out a small knife and held it to the man’s throat.”

“Wade, don’t!” You said.

“Oh, Baby Knife and I will if this man ever tries to get his grubby hands on you again.” He shoved the man back towards the alley. “Now go wet your whistle in one of the drain pipes back there and never get near my Buttercup again.”

The man stumbled back into the darkness. Wade spun around to face you.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you muttered, continuing the path back to the apartments. 

“No biggie,” Wade waved off. “Big Brother Deadpool is always up for some protecting.”

“I could have handled it.”

“Didn’t need to.”

“But I could have.”

Your insistence caught Wade’s attention. “It’s an honor to protect my favorite hear.” Wade notice you tense at his words. “Okay, Buttercup, time to start talking.”

“Nothing to say.”

Wade scoffed. “Bullshit. Clearly that man had tried something before and you took care of it. And then there’s you and Logan and your built up trauma from like ninety years of events and—“

“Please drop it, Wade!” You stopped and faced Wade, hands trembling as your powers threatened to surface. “Just stop! I can’t— There’s so much— I’m not—“

Wade’s hands cupped your face as your breaths became panicky. He didn’t care that your skin was growing hotter. “Look at me, Buttercup. Focus on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you cried. “I’m sorry that I’m letting you down… that I’m letting everyone down…”

“Never.” He shook his head. “You’re not letting anyone down, Buttercup. Don’t you ever say in front of me again.”

“Everything hurts, Wade… Everything.”

“Good thing I’m here then.” You didn’t bother to stop him as he swept you off your feet and held you close. “I’ve got you, Buttercup. Don’t you fret.”

~~~

Logan was pacing his apartment as he tried to think of a way to fix things with you. There was also the fact that his own issues had been spiraling with each passing second. He couldn’t dump that all on you, you deserved better. Though, it seemed very hypocritical since he would take on any of your issues in a heartbeat. He stopped pacing when he could hear a set of footsteps out in the hallway. Logan quickly opened the door to see Wade carrying you down the hall.

“What happened?” Logan asked. “Is she hurt?”

“Hold your claws, Peanut,” Wade replied. “Our Little Flame isn’t injured.”

“I’m fine, Logan,” you whispered. 

“Come on, let’s go see Little Wolf.”

Logan was quick to reach your apartment door first, opening it for you and Wade. Laura was working on homework on the couch but rushed over as soon as she saw you in Wade’s arms.

“Mom! Are you alright?” She fretted, scanning you for any signs of injury.

“I’m fine,” you repeated. “Wade’s just overreacting.”

Wade scoffed. “Sure, whatever you say.” He sat you down all the couch. “Okay, I’ll be back. Nobody move!” Then suddenly he was out the door and running down the hall.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Laura asked, coming over to sit beside you.

You nodded. “I’m fine, kiddo.”

Wade rushing came back into the apartment in full Deadpool gear and weapons. He slammed the door shut before locking it and leaning against it, twirling one of his golden guns.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Logan asked.

“No one is leaving this apartment until we all spill our issues,” Wade replied. “I’m calling this therapy, Deadpool style.”

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[urfavdomsofturlife]

The training of a fuck toy.

I train sluts to be obedient and optimised fuck holes. First a fuck toy must admit what they are, and they must want to be trained. A week before I meet them for their first training session I get them to text me a degrading name every day that I will call them by during their training.

This is the first step to training a slut: making them admit what they are. When the fuck toy to be arrives for their training they are wearing stockings, their highest heels, shortest skirt and lowest top. I have my tools laid out for them when they arrive: a riding crop, ball gag, suction cup dildo, four bundles of rope, a magic wand, and a dog collar with "slut in training" branded onto it

I ask them "Are you ready to start your training? Do you want the collar?" Then I tell them the rules:

 You will always address me as Sir

You will refer to yourself as slut, cunt, or fuck toy.

 From now on you exist for my pleasure, you will keep your holes ready for my pleasure. 

 you will not cum without permission.

 You will answer all questions immediately. Failure to abide by these rules will result in punishments and loss of privileges e.g. use of furniture

 I ask her "do you understand?" she nods. I slap her face "1. You will always address me as Sir, do you understand" "Yes Sir"

"Good, show me what I am working with: strip" she immediately takes off her top and I have to hit her tits with my crop. "You are a fuck toy, you exist for my pleasure. When I tell you to strip you will do it sexily, do you understand?"

"yes Sir" watch her first attempt to strip for me with mild interest, stopping her when she is only wearing the stockings and thong. I walk around her examining her tits and slapping her arse.

I growl into her ear "what are you?"

"I'm a fuck toy"

"A stupid fuck toy" I say as I grab and pull back on her hair. "What is rule one?"

"I will always address you as Sir"

"Try again, what are you?" I say as I grab a tit.

"I am a stupid fuck toy, Sir"

"Whose fuck toy?"

"Your fuck toy sir"

"Play with your pussy, fuck toy"

"Yes sir", she reaches down to her cunt and starts to remove her pants, I stop her with a flick of the crop.

"Keep them on, so you taste your cunt juices when I stuff them in you mouth" I growl.

"Yes Sir" she pulls them aside sliding one finger into her pussy while her other hand circles her clit. I Pinch both nipples until she gasps "A good fuck hole is not distracted by pain, well done" I tell her as she continues to masturbate. She smiles at the mild praise and I know that I can train this slut for any purpose.

I leave her masturbating as I pick up a bundle of rope, I unfurl it and order her to present her wrists. I tie them in a double column tie, leaving a few feet of rope spare.

"get on your knees I want to see how well you can suck a cock" She seems surprised when I pick up the suction cup dildo and stick it to the mirror. "I want you to watch yourself suck that cock" She starts out poorly, but a few taps with the crop soon corrects that. Soon she is enthusiastically deepthroating the dildo and I tell her to start playing with her cunt again. She struggles with her now bound wrists. I watch her technique closely for any sign of distraction. "STOP!" I punctuate this with the crop "you were focusing too much on your greedy cunt and not enough on the cock. As punishment I will spank you 20 times, You will count them and thank me, get on all fours." She quickly gets into position to receive her punishment. I start off gently for the first five alternating between each buttock. As the next ten land she realises that I have only been taping her before. On the 18th she gasps but she still manages to thank me, on the 19th she screams as I target the same place, on the 20th she cries. I pull her to her feet by her hair "Have you learnt your lesson?"

"I am a fuck toy, I exist for the pleasure of my master, I will focus on pleasing him and not my cunt" she snivels

"good girl, you will earn that collar yet" I tell her and wipe away a tear. I turn her around and push her forward, bending her over I check how wet her cunt is. "You're a wet little slut aren't you?"

"Yes Sir"

I take off her pants and stuff them into her mouth securing them in place with the ball gag. Then I take the rope left from her writs and use it to tie them behind her head with a chest harness. I push her onto the bed and grab the wand, she begins to enjoy me pleasuring her with the powerful vibe until she nears orgasm and realises she doesn't have permission. She tries to beg with her eyes and when I don't stop she begins to struggle, I take the wand away. "Do you want to cum?" She nods vigorously. I tie her legs to opposite corners of the bed and her hair to the bed frame. I start again with the wand, she struggles again but cannot get far, I pull the wand away before she cums. A mix of relief and disappointment fills her eyes "You are not going to cum before I do." I tell her and she nods. I put the wand back, as I begin to strip off. On the seventh time I bring her to the edge I take off the ball gag and remove the pants. "Please Sir, Please let me cum, please I will do anything" I take the wand away, "I told you, you won't cum before I do"

"Yes Sir, please can I make you cum?" I straddle her chest and don't need to tell her to start sucking my dick.

"you're going to beg me to spank you again after you get me to cum" I tell her I take my cock from her mouth and make her play with my balls. Then I untie her legs, flip her over and raise her arse into the air. I place the tip of my dick on the lips of her cunt, she desperately tries to fuck me but her hair is holding her back.

"Please Sir please fuck me, let me be your fuck toy." she begs. I oblige ramming my cock easily into her wet cunt. "Thank you sir" I take up the wand and edge her again as I fuck her. As she gets to the edge she begs me to stop "Please stop Sir, I am going to cum, please don't make me cum without permission Sir."

"Good girl, you are learning your place" I tell her as I take away the wand. "As a reward you can choose where I cum"

"Please will you cum in my mouth sir?"

"yes I will you dirty cumslut" I say as I untie her wrists and hair. I pull her off the bed and make her kneel "Beg to suck my cock, fuck hole" "Please Sir, Please may I suck your cock?" "Why do you want to suck my cock?" "Because I want to make you cum Sir" "Why else, slut?" "Because I want to taste my pussy on your cock Sir" "Good girl, you may suck my cock"

I get out my phone to film her sucking my dick. "You are going to watch this film next time you masturbate" I tell her. She looks into the lens and lays my cock across her face then smiles, before enthusiastically sucking it. "You can take it deeper, slut" I tell her after about a minute. She tries to take me deeper but gags. I slap her face and tell her that her nose should make contact with my torso. She tries again, and gags again so I grab her hair and force her down.

When she gets me to cum I make her show the load to the camera before ordering her to swallow it. I put the phone away.

I pick up the crop. "Pick up the wand, bend over the bed and spread your legs" I test to see how wet her cunt is "Edge yourself, Twice" I order.

Once she has edged twice I tell her "You may use the wand and cum while I am spanking you, how many times do you want me to spank you?" "Twenty please Sir" I giver her twenty rapid strokes with the crop and she doesn't manage to cum in time. "You didn't want to cum that badly after all then?" I ask "Please Sir, Please spank me again, please let me cum, please" she begs "How many times" "Fifty please Sir" I start hitting her with the crop across the arse and legs, but when I get to the twentieth I slow down she cums before I land the twenty forth stroke. "You begged for this, you will remain still for the next twenty seven strokes" "Yes Sir, thank you sir" she sighs in her post orgasmic glow I strike hard and accurately until the spanking is finished.

"You did well, and I have decided to keep training you, put on the collar"

[reneesghostinthelivingroom]

hiya absolutely love you writing. could I please request masc!reader x Regina George or maybe poly plastics. R presents themselves as a dom but in reality Regina is almost always on top. Maybe this gets revealed in a game of truth or dare after r is acting bratty and pretending to be a top. If your comfortable maybe when they go back home Regina punishes r.

Dare to Top

|| Regina George x nonbinary!masc!reader

|| Warnings; takes place after everything so everyone's in the same friend group, make out scene, implications of sex, drunk reader and regina, underage drinking, short drabble

|| Summary; reader definitely likes having people think they're the top. during a game of truth or dare when they're asked which is the top and they say them, regina takes matters into her own hands and proves them wrong.

Requests open!

Started; September 19th

Finished; September 21st

~~~

You, Regina, Gretchen, Karen, Cady, Aaron, Janis and Damian all sat around in a circle at a party. Playing a game of truth or drink.

"Okay, I think it's Janis' turn to ask a question." Cady said, trying to recall who hasn't gone yet.

Janis looked directly at you with a grin and you immediately had a bad feeling about whatever it was she was about to do.

"Y/N, Truth or Drink?" She asked.

"Drink." You were about to take a drink when you felt Regina's hand stop you, she leaned her chest against your back as she smirked. Whispering into your ear but still loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You've picked that the last three times, baby. Switch it up." Regina told you, you gave her a side eye but the gaze in her eyes got you to listen.

"Truth." You muttered, bracing yourself for whatever Janis was going to ask.

Her grin widened.

That worried you.

"Who's the top between you and Regina?" Janis asked, knowing full well what the answer probably was but she wanted the chance to mess with you.

You blushed deeply and very confidently answered," me. I top."

The others gave you some side glances as if saying 'yeah sure, Y/N'. While Cady and Karen both just looked confused.

"Wait do you have a bunk bed , Y/N?" Karen asked.

Regina and Janis burst out laughing at that.

"Karen, baby, no." Gretchen rested her hand on Karen's while she tried not to laugh too, leaving Karen more confused as she looked at her.

"Top what then? Top shelf?" Karen continued, Gretchen just shook her head and sighed.

"Girl, stay innocent." Damian said with a laugh.

Once Regina settled down, she leaned over and whispered in your ear," you know that isn't true, baby."

You shivered at the feeling of her lips just barely brushing against your skin, causing her to smirk as her hand snaked around the back of your neck. Her nails lightly scratching against the skin there.

You tried your best to focus on the game and not show any visible reaction to what Regina was doing to you. Since that would absolutely give away to the fact that you had lied. So you tried your hardest to play it cool.

When the party was over, Regina took you back to her place. The both of you stumbling over each other with drunken giggles as you made it to her room.

Regina pulled you towards her bed and pinned you down with her signature smirk," still certain you're the top, baby?" She murmured against your neck, lips just barely touching before she kissed you there.

"I-" You tried to protest but her lips moved from your neck to your lips, shutting up whatever you were going to say almost immediately.

You melted into the kiss, meeting her lips with an intense desire.

When she pulled away, you were left panting for air. Staring into her eyes.

"I think you need a reminder, hm?" Regina teased, her eyes trailing down your body before coming back to look at your lips.

"I..." You tried speaking again, but she shushed you with a hand over your mouth.

"No talking, baby." Regina whispered as she worked to get you out of your clothes.

Safe to say she definitely reminded you who was the top that night.

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[evilsapphyre]

I just saw a post about how the choice decision allows us to keep our headcanons. That’s great and all, if you have them. I don’t though, so there is no comfort in having headcanons protected.

See, I remember how I felt DA2 shattered the illusion of choice, and when coupled with end slides from Awakening, I about stopped playing the series. My preconceptions about what I felt my characters would do, well, that went against how they were keeping those stories going. It took Inquisition to bring me back, and make me fall in love with the series again.

I don’t have headcanons for this reason. I have questions though because I wanted to know things. Things that right now feel like they apparently don’t matter. That’s where my disappointment rests. Not because a cozy headcanon isn’t getting acknowledged.

We have multiple games where we could have multiple wardens alive still (if getting long in the tooth and nearing their calling), and apparently we’ve got another Blight (maybe), and well, that’s okay. None of those wardens would be invested in a world crisis.

I get that they’re saying it’s because the game is now in Northern Thedas. But does it exist in a vacuum? Admittedly, Origins, Awakening, and Dragon Age 2, these games are smaller scope in how their story impacted the world at large. The Blight was stopped before it truly spread, and perhaps the Mage Rebellion could be construed to be the same - or had less reverberation in Nevarra, Rivain, and Antiva. Obviously, the mage rebellion wouldn’t matter in Tevinter.

Inquisition wasn’t small scale. We had a Tevinter Magister trying to reopen the Veil. So I do understand why they’re more important, but they made more decisions - especially ones outside of Solas - that mattered. That reverberated. Right now, with so much cloaked in mystery, it feels that our choices just didn’t matter.

Will I still play? Sure. Has this dampened my excitement? 100%.

(This is marked for spoilers for the fact that we’re discussing the choices. I have been largely spoiler free since the embargo lifted on the 19th. Please don’t post any story spoilers for the upcoming game.)

[4rtificialfolio]

It’s complicated, my darling - The Prologue

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye? 

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office. 

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting. 

Talk soon.

__________________

“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and youngest sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

__________________

“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

________

AN: i genuinely loved writing this first chapter. I hope you guys will love this story as much as me, please let me know your thoughts! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for each chapter :)

reminder my inbox is always open if you’d rather send your thoughts anonymously (no fic requests)

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[canadianlucifer]

Hey sorry this is random but I am reallyy curious about edric uh I don't have any specific questions I was just wondering if there was info you wanted to reveal abt him :>

🥺🥺🥺 of COURSE

First of all, he had a severe case of "edgy 14 year old". So uh, world lore, I've essentially taken tokyo ghoul and made it how I like it lmao. Vampires aren't outright illegal, but like. They're not a protected minority or anything. Hell, they don't even have any sort of rights, so hunters are free to do whatever they damn well please. So Edric grew up around a lot of violence. His community dragging back human bodies to consume (he's got no family btw, parents died shortly after he was born so he was kinda raised by whoever was around to watch him that day), his friends being hunted, and everyone fighting each other. He quickly learned he didn't like all the violence, so that's why he joined the hunters. He thought vampires were the biggest reason for violence so if they're all dead no more violence, right? At 14, he just started killing other vampires. No rhyme or reason, if they crossed his path they were dead. Of course the hunters eventually heard of this kid killing his own kind and when two of them found him, Edric said he wanted to join them. They arrested him, a commander decided they liked him, and trained him for 4 years. He was hired at 18 years old, promoted to Lieutenant at 21, and Sargent at 25. (Also, he had long hair as a kid. No reason, just wanted to mention that)

Now, I said he joined because he doesn't like violence and is trying to fight fire with fire, but that's just the lie he tells himself. It's partly true, he doesn't like constant violence, but really, he just doesn't want to die. He's terrified of dying and it's the only thing that will make him scared. He thought if he became a hunter, then they couldn't kill him. Key word there: he thought. (eheheh what happens i wonder? (dw he lives))

Other details about him!! He's aromantic allosexual (bc I was pissed about the lack of rep one day and decided hey. I can make my own) and bisexual. He has slept around a little bit, but is generally too busy with work to do so very much. Also he doesn't really know anyone outside of work and all his coworkers hate him. so. There is that one time though that uh. Amanda is another hunter, she's a specialist (same rank as sargent, but different duties) and she HATES him. More than the others do, she just. hates his guts. But she was pissed off about something one night and was at the bar with another hunter, Lieutenant Sierra, complaining about how she wants to have a one night stand without risking the other guy catching feelings. Sierra joked "isn't Edric aro?". Slightly intoxicated Amanda did not take it as a joke. She regrets it, but that's just because now she's starting to feel a little bad for treating him so terribly when he's actually a pretty decent guy. She doesn't care that much though and still treats him the same afterwards and he doesn't care either.

He smokes and drinks, but he doesn't drink very often because he's a laughy drunk and gets Very Embarrassed about it lmao. Also as I've mentioned before, he's malnourished so that's probably for the best. He's malnourished because since vampires aren't an accepted thing, it's not like he has any resource to get the blood he needs. He mostly drinks from animals which is fine for a little bit, but it'd be like living off potato chips. Sure, it'll fill you up for a little bit but you still gotta have some broccoli at dinner. He needs human blood to live. If no one else is around, sometimes he'll drink from a vampire he's killed which is kinda the same thing as human blood (but not really). On the rare occasion though, he has fallen to temptation (his instincts to not fucking starve kicked in) and he has drank from a human that had been killed by another vampire.

I think I decided his birthday is July 19th, so his birthstone is a ruby and his star sign is cancer. It has no bearing on anything, i just think those are fun details lol

Other little things, he tends to be very serious and while he does have a sharp wit, he usually prefers to bite his tongue to avoid fights. He won't hesitate to fight back if someone else starts it though, and he takes no shit when it comes to physical fights. You could insult and berate him all day if you wanted and get no reaction. Lay a finger on him? You're on the ground with a concussion before you realize it. He also wears his gloves because all hunter weapons and the chains and other details are made of silver, which hurts. He has a few scars on his hands from trying to pick stuff up without realizing what it is (and sometimes being forced to hold a silver weapon in training without being allowed gloves). His earring is stainless steel though

Oh! And his name! It comes from snow plants, otherwise known as sarcodes sanguinea from the ericaceae family. I couldn't name him Eric because a. I don't think it fits him and b. there's another character in a vampire story I like named Eric and I wouldn't be able to not think of the other Eric lol, so Edric 👍and Sarcode is kinda obvious lol. And sanguine means blood so yea!

Aouhhhhhhhhhh, I think that's all I can think of right now, tysm for letting me yap about my boy!!

[swanimagines]

GRISHAVERSE WEEK STARTS TOMORROW

Ok the GV special week starts tomorrow at this time, and I just want to put out a reminder because this has been a repeated question I have gotten during these past weeks:

Everything published within the next 7 days was written in January. This event is not running off requests I get during this. Requests I receive now are treated as they usually are, meaning I will make initial notes of their plot to my wip folder, draft them and finally add them to my to-do list after I come back from London.

More below because this got long and I know some of you may want to know why.

This is just nice little something because I want to celebrate meeting the cast one last time. So again, if you request, it will NOT be published this upcoming week. The decision to not take requests that are specifically for this event was partly because I just knew people would spam me mainly with Kaz and Jesper and then not understand when I'd try to explain that every character only gets one fic, first come first serve, and I'd risk being thrust in yet another drama after being free of drama for so long.

+ I also ditched the idea of taking requests for it because I literally got this idea during Christmas week and I didn't have time to arrange anything like that at that point anymore + I will be unable to write any fics from this upcoming Wednesday (5th of March) to next week's Tuesday (11th of March) because my laptop is literally about 2000km away from me during that time, so that's why the simplest way was just pick some old requests from my drafts and fill them instead. Again, everything that will publish has been written and is queued since January, I finished writing the last piece coming up on 19th of January.

Also another reminder that neither David nor Alina will get anything despite Jessie and Luke attending the con, because I have never received requests for David and the only request for Alina I have was too large to be filled in time for next week. YES, I know I said one character per date, but I'm not able to magically summon requests for those when there is none. But I'm sorry if you were excited for pieces for either of those.

Again, I do not take requests for this and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have time to fulfill them anymore as I only have 2 full days to go before I'm offline for a week. I know I'm repeating this over and over again, but I just really don't want to come back home to see dozens of "please do a fic like this for tomorrow!" followed by "I sent so many requests for this week but none got chosen, I'm so sad 😭" and I want to do my everything so people would know what's the deal.

There are lots of people in my followers (judging by the amount of asks and messages I get about it) who still think that if you send in a request, it will be the next in line and there's no one before your request and that's... not the case. I've gotten a lot of requests that are like "I'm sick right now and I'd like to read about character taking care of me" and when I tell them that I can't write it that fast, I get a "but everyone else I read from write my requests within a few hours from me requesting, how come you don't, you post so little so it means you get no requests anyway so you'd be free to write mine?" and even if other blogs you read from are like that, my blog is not because I can't keep up such a pace, my motivation/inspiration to write doesn't come up by snapping my fingers.

I need to have the right headspace and mood for writing, which sometimes lasts for weeks in a row and I'm able to write every single day with only minor issues, but sometimes it takes me several weeks or even months to get into that, me sitting here with just a sentence or two written and wanting to bang my head into the keyboard because I can't think of ANYTHING, or I know what to write but I can't make up how to write it. So I don't want to force myself to write to avoid this starting to feel like an obligation rather than fun, and to do that, I need to do this at my own pace and the best way is to post slowly, let the queue build up, have some backup for times when I absolutely can't get myself to write.

So me usually posting only once a week (for now) doesn't mean I don't have requests to post, I post slowly to maintain some schedule because otherwise it could be 5 fics in a week and right after that there would be 3 months of total silence. I do hope that I get to pick the pace up, but I will never again post daily permanently, it's way too stressful to keep up on a long run. But my goal is posting twice or thrice a week if I'm ever ready for that, and I hope I will be.

I hope that one day people would get that, it's tiring to explain over and over again why the request I published now wasn't your request and that I didn't skip over you and that there are still requests before you and why I can't skip everyone else just for you and this all reads all over my blog...

So yeah, just want to explain and make a wish that please don't send GV requests if you think I'll be publishing them during this week. They will go at the end of the line, just like everyone else's fics do.

[cocomere]

Hello there! Are you a DSMP fan? Do you like co-op minecraft servers? Are you looking to join one with cool people who engage in shenanigans of the lighthearted variety? Do you inexplicably follow only me and literally nobody else within the Dreblr subgroup?

If you answered yes to all of these questions, then boy howdy do I have the server for you!!

Come join us over on the Dreblr server! (Link to our admin's post for season 2; we're entering season 3 on July 19th 2024, 9pm EST). You have to share a social media that shows signs of life within the fandom, but reblogging absolutely counts. Also this won't really be for you if you're gonna, like, be a dick about c!Dream or cc!Dream.

As long as you meet those requirements, you're entirely free to join the discord server! The minecraft server only adds the additional requirement of needing to be able to run java edition. No mods are needed; Sif's firm goal is that anyone who doesn't want to touch any of that doesn't need to do so. As someone who joined the server not too long after the End opened up in season 1, I can attest that the folks in both the discord and minecraft servers are absolutely lovely. We're all very friendly, I prommy, and our admins (Sif and Vault) strike a good balance between being kind and understanding yet also willing to pull out the newspaper to bop people if we're getting a bit rowdy.

For that aforementioned inexplicable person not yet inducted into Dreblr unaware of what kind of things go on around there, we have: -Giant beet fields of increasing size (season 3 will feature a ring of them around spawn, god help us) -Warden Wranglers, aka the clowns -clown quests -scavenger hunts -server tradition of jumping off the clown tent -Our original clown, @sunshine-in-a-bottle, begging us not to jump off of the clown tent -nobody listening and us all jumping off of the clown tent anyway, to the point where it's SUCH a staple that both prior seasons ended with us all jumping off of it as the server closes -there are many clowns and the circus will likely expand more this season :o) -we've apparently had multiple cults -mysterious structures of unknown origin or importance -people with no life (me) setting up shops/lugging unholy amounts of things back to yeet at anyone who needs them -(please take things from me I want to help people so badly, s1 a lot of people had no idea I was hoarding to give away so I opened up a shop in s2 and it helped SOME but NOT ENOUGH) -the Porb (prison orb), a giant floating orb of obsidian which housed a warden -I have no idea where it was made in s2, but in s1 it was in spawn. you could not see it at night. it was VERY FUNNY. -(other people have disagreed on this, hence it not being in spawn for s2.) -many farms and qol perks, ranging from elevators to a huge villager trading hall to death chests -yes, the first and last can exist without you needing to download mods! Server-side mods are amazing. So are datapacks. -this season we're gonna be doing nearly all of the public structures from scratch again, and we've already been talking about what to do. -personally, I'm gonna try and set up the player shopping district fairly early on. I feel like I waited too long last season. Also I just want to scout a good area out before prime locations get yoinked and I can set it up near my house again. I could literally spend hours here trying to come up with a list of fun things we've done/plan to do, but I kind of need to do some eepy before the appointed hour arrives. I hope this has made you, baffling and probably nonexistent person who isn't already aware of this existing, consider joining the fun. We'd love to have you!

[oblivious-melodies]

frequently asked questions

(thank you @captainbobcat for pointing out that the original link wasn't working! - here's a proper post with all the same info which should hopefully work a bit better in-app!)

Q: what can i expect from Oblivious Melodies?

A: Oblivious Melodies has two main characters, male and female, and the chapters alternate between their perspectives. These characters are semi-fixed; you can customise their choices and personalities, but their social roles, appearance, and background etc. are fixed, for reasons I hope will become fairly clear as the narrative progresses. Adventure, romance, detailed world-building, and intrigue are to be expected - however there are a number of potentially triggering elements to the story that you may want to take into consideration before you play. Each chapter has a content warning section for you to read, which is updated chapter-by-chapter.

Q: how long will the finished IF be?

A: I’m currently planning for there to be 4 volumes, each 6 chapters long. This may change however as I am still figuring out the exact details! I will update you here if there are significant changes to the planned structure.

Q: how do you ensure continuity between chapters?

A: The dreams that come to your MC at the end of a chapter are important: I strongly recommend typing up or noting down the details, as you’ll be prompted to remember them at the beginning of the next section! This will basically import your choices from former chapters to the next, ensuring continuity fairly smoothly. This is fiddly to code however and if you notice anything that doesn’t seem to follow on logically, please message me and I’ll take a look at it. Additionally, now that there's a full first volume available where your choices should automatically carry across from one chapter to the next, this process has been slightly simplified - but I would still recommend you make a note of the dreams from this version too so that the transition over to the next volume is a bit smoother.

Q: i’ve noticed a typo/bug/glitch, what should I do?

A: Message me on this tumblr - I check it pretty frequently and it’s probably the fastest way to get my attention. I’ll try and sort out the issue straight away!

Q: do i need to pay to play Oblivious Melodies?

A: No, and there are currently no plans to monetise it, either. I am however not currently in permanent employment, and if you do want to donate or subscribe to me at all, I do have a Patreon and would be incredibly grateful for anything you can give! Please however do not feel the need to donate if you are not in a position to do so. It’s amazing to be able to let people enjoy my writing for free!

Q: can i commission you to write something set in this universe?

A: Yes, though in this case, I would expect a donation and would be open to discussing a price with you. Either that, or I would ask that the commission was a fundraiser for a good cause (which I would again ask to know about before going ahead!) - for instance I have written a standalone prequel chapter to raise money for the Palestine Children's Relief Fund, following a prompt from a raffle winner. I'd be very open to doing stuff like this again but as it's a special effort apart from the main story, I would hope to either do it for a charitable cause or for some extra pay on my part rather than for free.

Q: who are you, exactly? 👀

A: I’m a researcher of the 18th and 19th centuries passionate about replicating a period of history I’m fascinated with in a game format! Everything I learn from my research has informed my writing style and the details I choose to include here. I am working in the academic sector, so this can occupy a lot of my time and energy, meaning I can't devote all of my time to writing, so please do be patient when it comes to story updates :)

Q: actually, i have a different, much more esoteric question than any of these…

A:… Then send me a message! I always welcome friendly interest in my work and am more than happy to yap on about my creative process :)

[bluejaysandblackbats]

It Takes A Village

Fandom: YJ98, Flashfam, DC Comics

Summary: After witnessing Bart murder someone, his friends scramble to cover Bart's tracks and stumble upon an international scandal as a result.

(Minor background: Bart took a gap year, and Conner did two years of community college. This starts shortly after Bart's 19th birthday. So, Conner and Jenni are 20, Bart and Cissie are 19, Tim and Cassie are 18, I made Greta 17 for the sake of the fic, and Judy is 15. I decided to make Owen 22 and Thad 16 for plot reasons. Clark and Conner are brothers in this fic, and Clark is 12 years older for the sake of this fic, so he's 32.)

Chapters: 7/?

Characters: Bart Allen, Conner Kent, Judy Garrick, Jay Garrick, Joan Garrick, Cissie King-Jones, Cassie Sandsmark, Tim Drake, Greta Hayes, Jenni Ognats, Thad Thawne, Owen Mercer, Meloni Thawne, Clark Kent, Wally West, Linda Park, Courtney Whitmore, President Thawne

Relationship(s): KonBart, CissieCassie, WallyLinda

Additional Tags: Serial Killer AU, No Powers AU, Angst, Dark Comedy, Bart Allen Kills in This Fic, Minor Thad Thawne, Separated in Childhood, Some Smut in This

Chapter Seven: Filed Away

After Owen left, Bart’s demeanor quickly changed. Darkness crept over him, covering his rage in a thick blanket of despair. Living with Cissie proved to be a welcomed distraction, allowing him to bury his troubles under pretend laughter and warm smiles. His only troubles were school and the incoming visit from Conner. Conner moved into his dorm with Cassie a week after Bart left, and he promised to visit two weeks after he settled in. It wasn’t until the day before Conner’s visit that Bart’s excitement caught Cissie’s attention. 

Instead of speaking on it, she watched Bart closely, wondering if his crush on Conner was unrequited. Their friend group was close-knit, so the inklings of romantic feelings within the group were not a new concept to her. They’d all fallen prey to it. It wasn’t until they went to the grocery store together that she thought about talking to him. She wanted to ask him, but his grandparents called. “Hi, Grandma,” Bart smiled.

“Are you busy right now, sweetheart?” Iris questioned. 

“I’m grocery shopping with Cissie right now, but it’s okay. Is something wrong?” Bart asked. 

“I wanted to revisit our little chat… How are you feeling?” Iris questioned. 

“My brother, Owen, visited. I’ve been down since he left, but I’m looking forward to a visit from a friend,” Bart replied, “Wait… Why are you calling me today? What happened?” Bart questioned. 

“I—. Have you been on social media today, Bart?” Iris asked in reply. 

“No… I haven’t. Should I? What’s going on?” Bart asked. He stopped in the middle of the aisle while Cissie pushed the basket. “Grandma?”

“I—. I don’t want you to watch any videos that pop up on the internet right now. Can you try not to watch the videos on the—?” 

“Grandma, just tell me what it is—.” 

“Iris, are you talking to Bart? Give me the phone, please,” Barry requested.

“Grandpa, what’s wrong? What’s going on?” Bart asked. He glanced at Cissie and smiled, touching her arm as he excused himself. He sped out of the aisle and stepped outside. His throat tightened, and he looked around, trying to stop panicking. His heartbeat sped up and beads of sweat trickled down his forehead. 

“Bart, I don’t know how, but there’s a few videos of your father and aunt’s—.” Barry blew out a breath of air, and Bart could almost feel it coming. “There’s videos circulating online of your father and aunt’s trial, and their um—. Their execution. Um… Bart, please don’t watch them. This isn’t—. You shouldn’t have to see that—.” 

“I understand, Grandpa… Um… Okay, I won’t. I won’t look,” Bart lied, “I um—. I have to go back to the—. Cissie’s—. We’re getting groceries. I have to cook tonight, so um—. Thanks, Grandma and Grandpa. Thanks for the warning. I—. I won’t. I have to um—. I have to process this.” 

Bart ran a hand over his face and walked to the car. 

“Bart?” Barry questioned. 

“I’m alright… I just—. I won’t look,” Bart replied, “Can I call you again tonight? If I can’t—. If I can’t sleep, can I call you guys?” 

“Of course, kiddo,” Barry replied, “I’m gonna give the phone back to Grandma now. Okay?” 

“Okay,” Bart answered. 

“Bart, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to put this on you, but I didn’t want you to see that without a warning. That’s why I had to—.”

“Grandma, I love you and Grandpa… I just… I need to finish grocery shopping today. I don’t want to focus on the bad. I just want to take a break. I want to take a few days to process this, but I’ll call you if it’s still bothering me. I promise,” Bart reassured her. 

“Okay. I love you too. Grandpa loves you. Bye-bye,” Iris whispered. 

“Bye-bye, Grandma,” Bart replied. 

**

Silence took Bart, carrying him through his day. When it got dark, Bart stared at his phone, so angry that his skin was hot to the touch. Cissie reached out, and Bart flinched away. “Sorry, I—. I’m gonna take a shower. I think the heat’s getting to me,” Bart mumbled. 

“Okay… Well, I can turn the air on if you—.”

“Just a little… Thanks, Cissie. I might take a nap after. I feel kind of sick,” Bart replied as he rushed to his room. He left his phone under the pillow and took a pair of pajamas to the bathroom. Bart was bombarded with flashes of freezing cold lab showers. 

He turned the water down low, shocking himself under the icy water. It weighed his thick hair down over his eyes and down his neck. The cold gave him a razor-sharp sense of clarity that he hadn’t had in years. He washed his entire body with detailed precision after washing his hair and face. He lathered soap into a wash rag, running the coarse-textured towelette over his freckled arms and in circles on his elbows. The water left him shivering after he finished scrubbing every inch of his body. He wrapped a towel around his waist and he put a stretchy headband on to hold his bangs out of his face as he moisturized. The chills kept him lucid as he dressed in pajamas. 

When he got to his room, he locked the door, changed into a pair of coveralls, put gloves on, fastened a tool belt around his waist, and grabbed a tool box from under his bed. He put on a ski cap and laced a pair of work boots tight, while he put his phone on ‘do not disturb’. He wouldn’t be needing it where he was headed. 

**

Bart pulled the ski mask over his face, carefully picking the lock. His mind focused on one thing as he entered the house. A calm washed over him, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “ Did anyone see you come in? ” the man inside questioned in Interlac. 

“No,” Bart answered. It was pitch black in the house, but Bart could see the outline of the man’s face in the dark. He was a short man with sharp features and as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could make out soft, downturned eyes. They were so friendly it almost felt misleading had Bart not known the man… intimately.

“What the hell did you think you were doing—?” 

Bart shushed him. “You’re not the one with the bargaining chips right now. What do you have to drink in your kitchen?” Bart casually asked as he headed toward the man’s kitchen. He knew the layout of the house well. The man didn’t move from his chair while Bart mixed drinks. “I don’t think you’re in a place to speak on what I should and shouldn’t be doing anymore. He’s probably upset with you for being so careless. Weren’t you supposed to be watching me while you were here? But you were too busy fucking secretaries, weren’t you, Jacob?” Jacob threw a few logs in the fireplace and started a fire before returning to the couch. 

Bart brought the drinks with their little plastic straws, and he sat on the coffee table across from the man before handing off the drink. The man moved the straw to the side and downed the drink. He grunted and shook his head. 

“Why did you want to risk meeting me? God, that drink was awful,” the man complained. 

“I wanted to ask about the video… Do you know who leaked the video, Jacob?” Bart asked. Jacob cocked his head and furrowed his brow. 

“I thought you—.” 

“Why the hell do you think I would leak a video of my aunt and father getting executed? I’ve never seen that video before tonight. Why would I—?” Bart snapped and stopped to regain his composure. He sighed. “Let’s use our critical thinking skills for a moment, Jacob. Who would want people to see that video? How many of you had it?”

They went back and forth, discussing who in President Thawne’s inner circle would have footage of the execution. As the minutes passed, Jacob’s head drooped, and he cleared his throat. “Sorry, I—. I don’t feel so—.” He fell over almost as if he were dead, and his eyes closed. Bart slowly approached, pulling a blade from his toolbelt while he checked the man’s pulse with his free hand. 

He grabbed a chair from the dining room and carefully transferred the man from the couch to the chair. Bart took the rope from his toolbox and bound the man to the chair, gagging him with two bandanas before turning to search the man’s house for videos and files.

The only things Bart found were in the man’s bedroom under his bed. Bart found files in a box under the bed. Without a word, he dragged the box to the living room and sat across from the bound man, looking over the files in the dark. There were pictures from the facility. Pictures of different sections of the observatory, and different children throughout time. He searched through the files until he found one with his pictures and information. In the first few pages, he saw pictures of himself as a toddler. He was hooked up to an IV with tubes in his nose and labeled sheets. Subject A-04. Up until Iris explained it to him, he thought that was the name of his sheets. 

Bart remembered the sheets vividly. They were always soft and warm, smelling faintly of clean linen detergent. He flipped through the pictures, stopping only when he saw a photograph of himself in a backless hospital gown, screaming. They restrained him while they hooked him to an IV. He might’ve been ten or eleven at the time. It was such a crisp photo, that Bart almost lost touch with the present. He’d almost forgotten things like that. He hated being hooked up to the IVs. He screamed and cried and fought every time. It was always an ordeal. Every four months. He never knew what it was. They never explained what they did to him, but he usually forgot about it after being offered a treat of his choice. 

Bart quickly turned to the next picture of him talking to Iris through the glass. He seemed so happy back then. Bart frowned and closed his eyes before his thoughts were interrupted by a low groan. He shut his file and set it aside. “Jacob… You weren’t out very long. Try to stay calm. I have a few questions,” Bart asked. He removed the gag. He gently tutted as he stroked the man’s cheek. “Shhh… It’s alright.”

“What are you—?”

“No, Jacob. You don’t understand. I’m asking the questions now. You know some of these photographs are enough to put you away for years, right? But I’m not here to put you in jail… I’m not the enemy, Jacob. Why were they observing children?” Bart asked. 

“I don’t know… I’m just a lawyer. I couldn’t look at the files… I could never stomach it,” Jacob mumbled. His breathing was shallow, but Bart could tell he was lying.

“You sure? Because it looks like you’ve done a lot of looking over the years. See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. You’ve washed your hands of the observatory. You’ve got a cushy job in America, babysitting me and defending criminals. Do you know what some of those people did to us in that lab? What am I talking about? Of course, you did. Why? Why did they do it? I’m sure they explained it to you. Come on. I’m a big boy. I can handle it,” Bart sneered. 

“I don’t know anything. Please, God… Please—.”

“Foolish… Didn’t you think that you’d be held responsible even if you distanced yourself from the details? Stupid. Stupid sprokking man. Didn’t you think you’d be worth more to me if you knew something? You’re no good to me. If all you’re worth is your files…” Bart trailed off before grinning under the ski mask. “Then I guess I should let you go.” Bart stepped behind Jacob as he let out a relieved sigh, and Bart slit his throat. All the anger he felt subsided, and he felt… joy. Bart stepped back away from the bloody mess in the living room, and he threw a few logs on the fire before washing his gloved hands and knife in the sink. He dried them on a towel before taking the box under his arm and taking his toolbox and knife with him. He watched the fire’s light dance on Jacob's face as the life left his body. The gurgling and struggling as the man’s nails dug into the wood of the arms of the chair, and he suddenly released as his body emptied itself of all life. Bart half-smiled under his ski mask, breathing heavily as he soaked in the magnitude of what he’d done. Without guilt. One step closer to breaking the chains on his heart and mind. Possibly his soul. 

**

Bart went to Barry’s old meeting headquarters where he used to meet with Bruce, Clark, and Diana among several others. Bart slipped off the coveralls and put some of Barry’s old sweatsuits on over his pajamas. The locker room allowed him the space to quickly clean the boots and coveralls in the washing machine and dryer before hiding them in Barry’s old locker. He stacked the box on top of the coveralls and put the boots on the top shelf before taking his and Thad’s files with him. Barry had an old pair of running shoes in the locker, and Bart slipped them on. Once everything was neatly locked away, he made his way home, quietly creeping up the fire escape.

He could hear the buzzing of his fan and the faint sound of Cissie on the phone once he stepped inside. He took off Barry’s sweatsuit before checking his phone. Three missed calls. Ten text messages. Four DMs. He climbed in his bed and called Conner back. “Hey,” Conner answered on the second ring, “Are you okay? Your grandpa had Clark call me. They didn’t really talk about the details, but they said I should check on you.” 

“Oh… Yeah, I’m sorry… I got some weird news, and I—. I started feeling sick, so I took a pill and took a nap… But I’m better now,” Bart mumbled, pretending to be half-asleep. He could hear the wind in the background. “Wait, are you driving?” 

“I got worried when you didn’t answer, so I called Cissie… And Cissie said you felt sick, so I decided to drive down there,” Conner answered. 

Bart smiled with soft eyes. “Are you close? I—. I mean, are you almost here?” Bart asked. 

“Mhm. I’m like forty minutes out,” Conner answered. Bart hopped out of bed. 

“I have to take another shower. I had no idea you were—. Conner, I’ll call you back in a few minutes,” Bart replied. 

“I don’t care if you’re a little—.” 

“No, I want the room to be ready when you get here. I’ll see you in a minute. See you in a minute,” Bart interrupted as he hung up. He rushed past Cissie and took a quick shower, carefully cleaning his fingernails and conditioning his hair. He got dressed in a hurry as he went over the events of the night in his head. Bart’s hands trembled and he felt a strange giddiness buzzing through his system as he walked a little lighter and breathed a bit easier. Cissie knocked on the door. 

“Are you alright? Did you get to talk to Conner?” Cissie asked. Bart opened the door and kissed her cheek. “Did he tell you Cassie’s tagging along?” Cissie asked. Bart shook his head. 

“Good. I haven’t seen her in a long time… I’ll be right back. Hold on a minute,” Bart replied as he shut his room door and hid his and Thad’s files in a corner under his bean bag chair. 

** 

Conner and Cassie arrived at the apartment a few minutes earlier than expected, but Cissie was fast asleep by that time. Cassie carried Cissie to her room. And she turned in, too, leaving Conner and Bart to their own devices. “Hey, Bart, I—.” Bart kissed behind Conner’s ear, eliciting a soft giggle. 

“I… Missed… You… So… Much,” Bart whispered between kisses. He kissed his way down Conner’s neck before stopping to make eye contact. 

“Do you want me to talk you through things?” Conner asked.

Bart shook his head. “I’m good… Better than I’ve been in a long time. Let’s take this to the bedroom,” Bart whispered as he led Conner to the bottom bunk in his room. Conner took off his glasses, jeans, and t-shirt, and Bart took off his pajama pants before they climbed into bed. Bart could hardly contain his excitement. 

They lay in bed kissing for a while, quietly and slowly building anticipation as they gently ran their hands against bare skin. “Bart, I couldn’t stop thinking about the last time we…” Conner trailed off as he kissed Bart’s neck. “Your skin is so cold.”

“I took a cold shower to wake up a little,” Bart whispered as he craned into Conner’s kiss. 

Conner tugged at Bart’s waistband. “I missed your smell… And the way your skin feels against mine. I missed your voice… Bart ,” Conner whimpered as Bart slid one leg up against Conner’s shorts. 

Bart chuckled before looking into Conner’s eyes. “You’re too tired… Aren’t you?” Bart asked.

“Yeah… But, I can—.” 

Bart smiled and shook his head. “Get some rest. You drove a long way to get here. I’ll be up in the morning,” Bart whispered as he moved Conner’s bangs from his face. “I’m so happy you’re here.” 

“I’m sorry,” Conner apologized. Bart smiled at him. 

“I’m not. I’m gonna sleep a lot better now that you’re here. Thank you for coming all this way in the middle of the night,” Bart whispered. 

“Anything for you,” Conner smiled with his eyes closed. “Did I tell you that I missed you?” 

“Only a hundred times,” Bart joked. Conner pulled Bart into his arms and kissed his cheek. “Have I told you I loved you today?”

“You haven’t,” Conner replied. 

“I love you, Conner,” Bart chuckled as he kissed Conner. “I love you so much. I couldn’t wait for you to get here.”

“Good thing I came early, then. Huh?” Conner laughed as he pushed Bart’s bangs out of the way. “I’m glad you’re okay… I was really worried.” 

And there it was. In Conner’s eyes. Searching. “What do you see when you look at me like that?” Bart asked.

“Everything… I pick my favorite things at the moment… And I sit in those spaces for a little bit,” Conner answered. Bart blinked hard. “Today, I’m thinking about how nonjudgmental you are… You’re so safe. Maybe the safest person there is.”

[steddieholidaydrabbles]

❄️Welcome everyone!❄️

If you love the winter holidays as much as I do, then this challenge is for you! It’s pretty simple:

The calendar below has a prompt for every day of the month of December. No matter what holiday you celebrate or even if you don’t celebrate one at all, I hope you find one or more that you like! You can submit as many as you'd like (I plan to do one everyday) or as few as you'd like.

All drabbles should be between 300-1000 words. I will be using wordcounter.net to check them all before reblogging!

Please tag this blog @steddieholidaydrabbles when you post. You can also follow the tag steddieholidaydrabbles to keep up with posts.

All submissions should include a rating and any CW or tags that you feel are necessary. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well. It’s not required, but please consider putting Explicit material under a read more. A sample of this may look like: optional title rating: G/T/M/E cw: violence, blood, etc. tags: established relationship, first time, etc.

Because there will be SO many prompts, please try to only post your submission for a prompt ON that day by 11:59 pm EST. Really early or late submissions won’t be ignored, but could easily get missed in the mix of a different prompt on a different day. A reminder of the daily prompt will be posted at 12:01 am EST on the day of the prompt.

Any of the prompts could be holiday related if you wanted them to be, but it's not required!

1st - Open mic night

2nd - Came back wrong

3rd - Mutual pining

4th - Meet-cute at work

5th - FREE SPACE (Domestic fluff)

6th - Cooking together

7th - Hanukkah

8th - Idiots to Lovers

9th - No Upside Down AU

10th - First kiss/First time

11th - Royalty AU

12th - Only one bed

13th - Roadtrip/Vacation

14th - FREE SPACE (Angst with a happy ending)

15th - Time travel

16th - Modern AU

17th - Platonic Stobin

18th - FREE SPACE (Hurt/comfort)

19th - Enemies to lovers

20th - Magic AU

21st - Snow

22nd - Sports AU (players or fans)

23rd - Uncle Wayne adopts Steve

24th - Birthday

25th - Christmas

26th - "Who did this to you?"

27th - Coffee shop/Bookstore/Tattoo AU

28th - Proposal

29th - FREE SPACE (Spicy/Mature or Explicit)

30th and 31st - New Year's Eve/Resolutions

ARTISTS The submission must be made on the day of that prompt in order to be reblogged by this blog. The image must be Steddie, Steve, or Eddie focused (with the exception of Platonic Stobin day), though other characters can be included!

Collaborations with writers are encouraged!

Always tag this blog with your submissions so we can see them and reblog them.

If you have questions, message this blog or @steddieas-shegoes.

WARM UP ROUNDS SCHEDULE AND PROMPTS:

Same rules apply (300-1000 words each, must have rating and cw/tags, and tag this blog if you want it reblogged)

August 19th-21st: High School or College AU September 18th-22nd: Fall October 28th-31st: Halloween November 18th-22nd: Bakery AU Warm Up Rounds AO3 Collection

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