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forestlingincorporated · 3 years

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Teen Titans #29

So, one of my favorite types of fics to read is Different First Meeting fics between Jason and Tim. I looooove reading Enemies To Caretaker, of which I fed handsomely on fairly recently. Big Brother Jason fics give me warm fuzzies, and Tim Drake needs a hug, and I feel like if these two actually got to know each other and worked past their preconceptions, they’d get along surprisingly well. And Still A Jason!Robin Fanboy Tim Drake is just a fun concept.

Also, it just FEELS right for the middle siblings to band together after Damian comes along, lets get those abandonment issues in the party.

So, for mysterious and very secret TimKon Week 2021 reasons, I was rereading some Teen Titans, and I stumbled over the Original Tim+Jason First Meeting, and I just sort of wanted to talk about some interesting things I found in there rereading it after several years.

First thing right off the bat, when reading fics, normally it’s either the Core Four at the tower that Jason puts to sleep, or it’s Tim alone for the night. In the comic, none of Tim’s close friends are even at the tower, Jason waits for Bart and Cassie to leave, and Conner actually hasn’t come around for an in-universe month, because this is after the Superboy’s Birthright arc where Lex mind controls Conner.

The people Jason knocks out were his own teammates when he was a Titan. He specifically says he never got to work with Beast Boy or Cyborg directly, so he doesn’t feel bad electrocuting them, but he feels bad putting Raven under much more gently because she used to worry for him.

Tim has just gotten off the phone with Bruce when Jason shows up. It seems like Bruce might’ve been picking Tim up, but something’s come up with Martian Manhunter going missing, so Tim tells him he’ll catch a ride with Cyborg.

This is actually really interesting to me, because it’s a small moment of Bruce letting Tim down. It’s a conversation he’s probably had with his biological father many times when Jack’s canceled on him.

Gonna acknowledge this abomination real quick. This is So Stupid, and I’m glad as a fandom we just all agreed Jason didn’t do this. It makes me ask so many questions. Where did he get that oversized Robin costume? Why’d he tear off his perfectly good clothes? Why did he do this? Why the yellow tights? WHY?

A lot of things are actually happening here that are actually Really Interesting if you just look past the stupid fucking outfit. Because this comic actually flew really close to greatness, they just ended up dropping the ball by not continuing to do more with it.

First off, Jason doesn’t beat around the bush. He’s immediately like “yeah, yeah, yeah, Red Hood, whatever, I’m Jason Todd, bitch! Fight me.”

Secondly, Jason’s done his homework. He knows A LOT about Tim. He knows his name, he knows he has a dad, he knows he went to prep school, and he knows the story of how Tim became Robin. How he GOT that last bit of information, I’d honestly like to know. But even HAVING the information isn’t enough; he’s still letting his preconceived ideas get in the way. The surface level information about Tim’s life only served to fuel his jealousy and anger (thanks, Lazerus Pitt!). He’s so focused on Tim’s privilege that he’s looked past evidence of hardship; if he’s done this much research on Tim, he’s no doubt seen records of multiple boarding schools, lengthy travel records, news reports, a death certificate.... He can’t even bring himself to BELIEVE parts of Tim’s story that aren’t lining up with his world view, like HOW he became Robin.

Jason has convinced himself that what he’s discovered about Tim and the period of time when Jason was dead - the fact that Bruce was spiraling after his death, that his family mourned him, that Tim had to step up to the plate at a weird suicide prevention buddy system - is all a lie. Despite the fact that he’s beating Tim’s ass, he speaks to him with the assumption that Tim’s a child who’s been manipulated and lied to.

Meanwhile, it must be SO PAINFUL for Tim to hear Jason say these things: I bet he said the same thing to you he said to me, didn’t he? That you have the talent to make a difference in Gotham. That he needed someone he could trust in his war on crime. That you were one of a kind. The light in his darkness.

Bruce never said any of that to Tim. Bruce rejected Tim, he didn’t want Tim, and begrudgingly accepted Tim.

Going back to Jason waiting for Tim’s other young teen friends to leave the tower before going in, only drugging his own former teammates, is much of his anger seems directed at THEM, not just Bruce. To Jason, it looks like they didn’t mourn him either, he has no statue. I find it interesting that he smashes Donna Troy’s statue, who died after him, and I believe she came back before he did.

Unless he was keeping track of the news from the League of Assassins, to Jason, Donna never died.

And most importantly? Tim shuts Jason down. Tim “Bitch, Please” Drake out here like: you’re a fucking idiot, he loved you to death, he barely let me audition for the role.

Tim shows some deep resentment towards Jason in this scene. I mean... earned, Jason literally came into his house and starting hitting him, but Tim’s relationship towards the Idea Of Jason has gone through a few changes. At first Jason was ROBIN! THE BOY WONDER! And if maybe Tim thought Bruce wasn’t AS happy with Jason as he was with Dick, there was still SOME hero worship early on. But it only takes Bruce and Alfred and Dick using Jason’s death as a cautionary tale a few times to get Tim to see Jason AS a cautionary tale - the kind of Robin NOT to be. But the more Tim craved Bruce’s paternal attention and approval, and the more Bruce withheld it or made Tim work for it, knowing that Bruce did that, in part, because of his love and grief for his dead son (Tim having an actual living breathing father plays a part, too), and those feelings towards Jason have started to fester.

Jason can’t let it go, though, he thinks the concept of Robin was a mistake and had always been a mistake, and if he can hurt Tim, so can Scarecrow, Penguin, The Joker.

This is a good time to bring up that one thing I think Jason probably doesn’t know is Tim is injured. It is a little over a month since since Conner shattered Tim’s right arm. Tim is still healing from a comminuted fracture in his forearm. And looking at this picture that is - ah, yes, that is the injured arm Jason is swinging Tim by. Tim is probably healed by now, the cast IS off and he’s a child, but bones don’t fully return to full strength for 3-6 months.

Jason is conflicted. This is clearly, in part, a fucked up way of “protecting” what he sees as a manipulated child, to convince him to leave Bruce. But there’s also clearly some deep, deep jealousy thrown into the mix to complicate matters and cloud his judgement. Ultimately, Jason isn’t there to kill Tim. Tim would be dead if he was. He’s there to “beat some sense into him,” and he ultimately fails, and fails badly.

Tim is found by the older Titans, awake by now, though it seems Jason knocked him out to, uh, fuck with the memorial chamber, and Tim... does not beat around the bush. No secret identities here just “yeah, Jason Todd beat the shit out of me.”

And their reactions are HILARIOUS.

One more little sidebar, in the comic, Jason gets in with a D.N.A. check that never removed him from its permissions. Usually in fic this is a unique pass code. I’m not sure which version I like better, honestly. There’s something about Jason physically inputting a code that accepts him even though he’s supposedly dead that I really like, and just feels better than a dna scan. A dna scan sounds SAFER, sure, but there’s something about the Titans leaving in an honest SECURITY RISK out of sentiment that I like.

Lastly, I really like how it ends. Jason honestly thinks Tim IS a good Robin, and it seems like Jason’s done some research on the core four, mentioning Tim’s “real friends” again while the “camera” is on Conner and Cassie, suggesting that Jason KNOWS about them and possibly that targeting the tower while they were gone maybe wasn’t an accident or out of convenience, but fully intentional. And again, Jason’s real problem is highlighted: he feels alone, forgotten, unmemorable, no family, no friends.

Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.

#Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Teen Titans #Teen Titans (2003-2011)

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queenofbaws · 2 years

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Top 5 character designs/outfits from supermassive games?

lorddddddd, these probably won't surprise anyone because of who i am as a person and my brand in general but.......

the curator. he's got style, he's got class, he's got a real nice...vest. he is the PERFECT design for a cryptkeeper-like guide through a horror anthology, and i wouldn't change a THING about him. love him. mwah. NO NOTES!!!!

E L I Z A V O R E Z. okay, i stg supermassive made eliza after reading my mind because she's just. everything to me. she's just everything to me. there are so many things about her that just immediately pop out and stick in the back of your head and serve to be unsettling (what comes to mind for me at least is that her face feels too old for her body, if that makes sense? she doesn't have the sort of neck wrinkles or chest/arm weathering you'd expect, and while that might be just like. poor texturing, i personally LOVED it because it was just the right amount of disarming). love her. so much.

i would be remiss. if i didn't. put jack fiddler. on this list. look, okay, flamethrower guy is perfect for who he is supposed to be. his bandana pattern looks like fucking fangs. he wears fucking welding goggles in the snow. he has a flamethrower. he has wolves. he smokes cigars and just leaves them out. he might be living in an abandoned hospital. he's got scars, he's missing teeth and other assorted pieces-parts, and he's just. so. good. he's just so good. you can tell he's lived a batshit insane life, you know EXACTLY who he is the moment he opens his mouth and starts talking, and just. i. okay hang on i need to lie down for a second, i love him so much.

MAN OF MEDAN! PINUP! GIRL!!!!! i love the pinup more than i can possibly say. the opening scene where she gets like...spotlights and blows a kiss? only then to just. MELT??? when shes by conrad??? into something rotting and dead?????????? love her. wish we got more of her. what a fun fucking idea she was a+++++++++++++

and i know this last one's cheating but i really, really can't choose just one: the monsters/memories from little hope. i'm a silent hill nerd at the end of the day, and if there's one thing i go nuts for, it's a goddamn monster reflecting some sort of inner trauma. all of them are so...gross. and distressing to look at. and okay, their symbolism isn't all that deep, but you know what, i don't NEED it to be, because i look at them and go AHHHHHHH and that's what you WANT from a creature, thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

ask my top 5 anything! ;)c

#riverrunscold #asks #close runners up are the creatures from house of ashes - both the human and the...not so human ;)c and just the whole hackett family #i am. very predictable.

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thecleverdame · 5 years

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Control and Release - 30

Series Masterlist

TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: After the rest of the staff is caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester. As the arrangement becomes more defined, you and Sam begin a sexual adventure with dangerous consequences.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words:3.1k

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You blink once..twice...and then your cloudy vision clears and Sam comes into view, hovering above you.

“Welcome back,” he offers, giving your hand a squeeze.

“I passed out, huh?” You try to sit up but your body isn’t ready quite yet.

“Yes. There are usually more warning signs. You went down fast.”

“I hate this.” You close your eyes, a pounding headache whirling to life in the back of your head. “It’s so fucking scary. Every time I’m sure I’m not going to wake up.”

“But you did wake up and I was here with you the whole time,” he explains calmly.

“How long was I out?” You feel around, realizing he’s moved you from the couch to the bed. You’re stark naked and tucked under the sheet.

“Ten minutes, you started to come around once but slipped back under.”

“I’m so sick of this.”

“Maybe this one was my fault. I shouldn’t have put you through all this, not tonight. I know you’re dealing with a lot-”

“It wasn’t the sex.” You shake your head. “I liked that. It’s something else. I know it, I just can’t put my finger on it.”

“Well, you need to call your therapist in the morning.” Sam studies you quietly for a moment. “You should be getting better and these incidents are happening faster every time.”

“But fewer and far between.”

“It’s not good enough. If she can’t help you, I’ll find someone who can.”

Rolling onto your side you look at him sitting naked on top of the bedspread. He’s your favorite version of Sam when he’s like this, stripped down to nothing and he’s still so fucking confident in everything he does it makes you wet just to think about it.

“I think I just need time, Sam. It hasn’t been that long, I’ll call her.” You glance at the clock, it’s almost midnight but thankfully tomorrow is Saturday, a well-deserved day off. “Are you working tomorrow?”

“No.” Sam gets up to grab a bottle of water from the minifridge and brings it back to you. “Drink. I had hoped we could go out and see the city. If that’s something you’re interested in and you feel up to it.”

“I would love that,” you smile, wincing as the throbbing intensifies. “I think. As long as my head stops banging.”

Saturday Morning

“You sure you feel okay?”

“Good as new…what is this?” You look at the boxes spread out over the table. There’s so many they’ve overflowed onto the couch, garment bags carefully laid out so as not to wrinkle whatever’s inside. None of this was here when you stepped into the shower and now it’s as if the room exploded. Like he snapped his fingers and a couture fairy appeared.

“Clothing. I ordered you a few things.” He’s toweling his hair dry in the corner as you stand there, hair dripping onto the carpet.

“This is more than a few things.” You tiptoe around the packages, wary of the designer names. One of these boxes is equivalent to your monthly rent, some five times that. You can tell just by the labels.

“It’s not all clothing. There are a few pairs of shoes, handbags, hats. Anything you might want.”

“Why?” you ask, glancing at your ratty sweatpants hanging from the back of a chair. “Do you not like the way I dress?”

He looks up, thinking about his response before speaking.

“The way you dress is fine.”

“But…” you continue.

“But you’re a beautiful woman and your clothing is...not on par with the rest of you. I thought you might enjoy some new things.”

You can’t help but feel indignant and flattered at the same time.

“So, you don’t like the way I dress.”

His jaw ticks, already losing patience with the conversation.

“No, I don’t.” He pads to the closet pulling a shirt off a hanger. “You can pick out the things you like and I’ll have the rest returned. If you’re upset with me, it can all go back.”

“I didn’t say I was upset with you,” you counter, peeking inside one of the bags. “I’m just surprised, that’s all.”

The truth is you’ve got one look: business wear. In your downtime, you live in jeans and a T-shirt. It’s not that you don’t have an interest in looking more put together, but your salary has never allowed indulgences. Any nice items you own came from second-hand shops. You’re aware the two of you look like a mismatched pair. The thought makes you blush, embarrassed that you’re not living up to his idea of what you should be.

“You liked the suit I bought you.” He shrugs.

“Yes, I love the suit. But it’s worth more than my car. I’m not used to being gifted these kinds of...luxury goods.” You watch as he buttons up his shirt. Even on a day off he’s dressed like he’s got somewhere to be. If you didn’t know him, you’d still know he was someone. He looks important.

“You deserve to look like your worth.” He opens up a small box and pulls out a pair of heels that make your heart flutter.

“How much am I worth?” you ask.

“Oh,” he grins as you slink closer, cozying up to him. “I couldn’t put a price on you.”

“Thank you.” You kiss him softly, watching his eyes fall shut.

After picking out an outfit comprised entirely of Sam’s selections you do feel like a million dollars. You walk a little taller, laugh a bit louder and for the first time you get a true taste of what a life with his resources would feel like. You spend the day eating, shopping, and sightseeing until your feet feel like they’re going to fall off.

Sunday Morning

That morning Sam gets between your legs before the sun comes up. You awake to the feeling of his tongue on your clit. He manages to coax out your first orgasm before you’re fully coherent, leaving you swimming in pleasure as he slides his cock inside.

By the time you roll out of bed you’re ravenous and order half the room service menu. You’re elbow deep in banana pancakes when there’s a knock at the door. Sam answers to an agitated Pepper who slips inside.

“There’s something you need to see.” Pepper glances at you mid-bite, just as you’re shoving an obscene forkful of pancakes into your mouth. She rolls her eyes as you snap your lips shut, watching as she hands an iPad to Sam.

His eyes flit over the screen, glancing up at you for split second.

“What is it?” you garble, chewing as fast as you can.

“This surprises me,” Sam looks at Pepper. “I underestimated the interest in my personal life.”

“It’s different over here, the tabloids look for anything. You’re rich and known for being a bachelor. It’s newsworthy.”

“What is it?” you ask again, standing up and pulling your robe closed across your chest.

Sam wordlessly hands you the iPad as you read the headline scrawled across today’s digital edition of the Daily Mirror:

Love in London? American millionaire Sam Winchester spotted out and about with mystery woman.

It’s accompanied by several photos of you and Sam walking hand in hand, stopping to peer into shops. These photos are from the end of the day. The only saving grace was the whipping wind. You had shoved your hair under the hat he insisted you take along. It kept your locks in check and did an adequate job hiding your face from the photographer.

In the last photo, Sam has his arm around your waist, looking down at you with a sly grin, a moment away from a kiss. There is no denying the nature of your interaction.

“Shit.” You sit back down on the couch, staring at the screen.

“No one knows it’s you,” Sam assures, his tone unreadable as always.

“What?” You look up. “This doesn’t bother you?”

“No, not really.” He shrugs.

“These were private moments.” There’s anger rising and you’re struggling to verbalize exactly why this is so upsetting.

“No one will know that-”

“Oh, I don’t care about that!” you cut him off. “I mean, we’ve gotten ourselves into a place now where people are going to find out eventually, it’s going to be awkward but I’m not worried about it. But someone followed us, Sam. Took photos of us and we didn’t even know it. That’s what scares me. The idea that there are people interested enough in your life to follow you around is...unsettling.”

Pepper is hovering in the background, watching and listening. She’s been privy to the two of you together, but this is by far the most intimate moment she’s witnessed between Sam and, well, anyone.

He’s silent, taking a seat in the chair across from you, tilting his head to the side as if he’s reading your thoughts.

“You knew from the very beginning that this was a possibility. I’ve been boring. I’ve never gotten into trouble, I don’t make a spectacle of myself. But this is..something. People are interested in my life because I have money and they’ll be more interested now that I have you.”

“Is this going to become a regular thing?” you ask, trying to sort through all the possibilities. “I mean, are there going to be people hiding in the bushes when we go to dinner? Will it happen when we go home?”

“I don’t know, but it’s probable.” He shrugs, seemingly unaffected, which only serves to exacerbate how invasive you find the whole thing.

“I don’t know how I feel about this.”

“We should think about making a statement. The longer you stay a “mystery woman” the more interest we’re going to garner. If we get ahead of it, it’s not a thing. We’re in control.”

“No,” you shake your head vehemently. “I will not be bullied into going public. How is that being in control?”

“You really don’t want anyone to know about us, do you?” The words fall out just as even as everything else, his eyes narrowing. He sits back, one leg crossing over the other as his jaw ticks to the side. Sam doesn’t have many tells but this one of them. He’s profoundly bothered by your response.

“That’s not what this is,” you counter, feeling instantly defensive.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m a spoiled brat. Like you’re the only one with a brain.”

He stares at you, nostrils flaring, fingers curling into the armrest of the chair and then he looks up.

“Pepper, would you give us the room please.”

You completely forgot she was there.

“Of course,” she whispers, scurrying out the door and closing it behind her.

“There, we’re alone now. You can tell me how you really feel.”

“I wasn’t going to let her stop me,” you hiss. “I hate it when you use that condescending voice. You know that bothers me. And you did it in front of her.”

“I’m trying to remain rational and calm. But it seems as if I’ve hit a nerve. While we're on the subject, why don’t you tell me why the idea of you and I being out in the open bothers you so much?”

“It doesn’t,” you snap.

“That’s a lie.” He points at you, thrusting a finger forward. “You’ve been fighting the very idea since we evolved. So tell me, what is that you have to hide?”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“You sure? I get the distinct feeling you’re keeping things from me. A dirty little secret waiting to rise from the ashes.” He’s provoking you now, pushing further than he should and he knows it, but he can’t help himself. “What is it? Some guy you fucked in high school have a polaroid of your pussy?”

��Fuck off!” you yell, pounding your fist on the table. He’s the worst to fight with, he goes from zero to nasty in the blink of an eye. “It’s you, Sam, you are my dirty secret.”

He just stares at you, taken aback by the statement as you fume.

“It’s so complicated, I’m so fucked up I don’t even know where to start.” You kick at the leg of the table in frustration. “I know it’s crazy but I’ve convinced myself that someone is going to know just by looking, all the things I let you do to me. The dirty, nasty things I beg for. And you keep telling people about us without asking me. All I can think is that Toni is in the middle of a meeting picturing me on my knees with a dildo in my ass. Or one of those people from Nick’s party is going to show up and they really know what we’re all about. That stuff is ours, Sam. It’s private and personal and I love how you make me feel but I need that part of our life to stay between us.”

“I already told you, I’ve never told anyone about our dynamic.” His face is hard, emotional armor beginning to build.

“That's not even the half of it.” You sit back, putting your knees up to your chest. “I think about Dean all the time. Every time I’m alone I picture him rounding a corner or showing up at the office. I dream about him. To you, it’s no big deal, but for me, he’s this ever-present threat hovering in the background. You know when the shooting happened, when I first heard the shots, I thought it was Dean, or your dad? And now there are people following us, taking pictures and we had no idea. It would be so easy for your brother to do the same thing. The more we put ourselves out there, the more information they have. You say that there’s nothing to worry about, but I don’t think that’s true. I see first hand every day the damage they did to you.”

You pause to see if he has anything to say, but he just blinks at you.

“And I am nervous about everyone I work with finding out. People will assume I’m fucking you for your money, or for my job. Not that I even care that much about that part of it, that’s the least worrisome part of all this. And, since you brought it up I’m sure there are some pictures of my tits floating around out there. I wasn’t a saint before I met you. I’m a good person but I’ve done some questionable things and being with you means someone will go digging for them. So now I’ve got that anxiety to add to the mix.”

“All of that shit I can get over. It’s not easy by any means but you’re worth it to me. But you really want to know why I’m so gunshy about people finding out about us? I’m afraid you’re going to leave again. You’ll wake up one day, decide you’re bored with me and that will be it. The way you ended things before was devastating and it would be a thousand times worse now. I couldn’t bear losing you and have everyone know about it. I don’t think I could stand that.”

“I wouldn’t do that to you.” He counters, looking genuinely troubled.

“You already did it to me. It was fucking brutal. We didn’t talk, it was just over. You cut me out of your life like I was nothing to you. You were cruel and it took a fucking lunatic pointing a gun at my head to bring you back. You scare me, Sam. And I scare myself because I’m so in love with you.”

He opens his mouth to speak, then stops, rubbing a palm up and down his thigh. His eyes flutter closed for a lingering moment and you can practically see him evaluating and categorizing his thoughts.

“I-” he starts to speak, his voice catching and he clears his throat. “I had no idea you felt this kind of intensity about our situation.”

“Not all the time,” you whisper looking at your knuckles. “I’ve gotten used to this safe little bubble and I’m terrified if we change things, maybe you won’t want this anymore.”

“My feelings for you won’t change.” He sighs, looking up at the ceiling like it’s physically painful for him to expose these kinds of emotions. “I admit I’ve had the same thought, that you will eventually realize that I’m a terrible person and you’ll walk away from me. I’m sorry for what I did to you. I would take it back if I could, but I can’t. All I can do is move forward and show you that I’m committed.”

“I know.” You take a breath, waiting as he gears up for something else.

“As far as Dean goes, maybe he’s not as harmless as I make him out to be. You’re right to be concerned. I’ll figure out how to put more security measures in place. The last thing I want is you to feel unsafe.”

“I’d appreciate that.”

“I can’t control what people think of you. I can only tell you that in my experience people assume the worst and enjoy tearing each other down. That is going to happen. There will be some terrible things said and written about you.”

“I don’t need you to control that. I only need you to acknowledge that it’s not going to be easy for me.”

“I understand.” He nods, his eyes never leaving you. “I do love you. I need to say it more.”

“I love you too.” You offer a tired smile, already emotionally exhausted before the day has even begun. “We can’t keep this a secret and I think it would be better for us if we were open.”

“I agree.” He gets up from the chair, sinking down on the couch next to you. “People will start digging. Looking for anything that could be twisted into a scandal. But I have someone who can help. Make sure we know what's out there, look into your past and get things cleaned up.”

“That would be great.” You take his hands, laying your head on his shoulder. “For the record, I’m not going anywhere.”

He gives a stiff smile, still in his head.

“Neither am I.”

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester smut #sam winchester fanfiction

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captainbaddecisions · 4 years

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SO remember whatever was that set of shenanigans yesterday? My brain couldn’t stop bothering me about it so I kind of figured out a nice explanation for my own bullshit. I laid out all the pieces for that redesign outfit and one thing is not like the others.

Honestly a dude who barely spends money on food so he can get more books wouldn’t waste a cent on a thing like this, let alone steal one with no reason. So the only reasonable explanation for it is... it was a ‘gift’.

I like to think the rogues kind of spend some time together if they’re gonna join forces for whatever reason (a heist, some revenge plot, getting ice cream) and Selina kinda has this reputation of being the chillest one to hang out with if you ignore the fact she might steal something valuable from your hideout. Crane doesn’t care much for these shenanigans but he indulges from time to time.

Thing is, this idiot is tall as fuck with a terrible posture. I’m thinking some scoliosis developed from when he was young that only got worse with time. So when he’s given some back support the constant pain he feels kinda... goes away. It’s really weird because he’s not used to not feeling it but it’s a big relief.

After that Jon adds that to his costume, feeling like he doesn’t get distracted by the back pain anymore when he’s out and about being the Scarecrow. Also it kind of adds a distinction between him and his ‘alter ego’ when it comes to posture. Listen this is all incredibly self indulgent I just wanted to share this with someone and you’re all unfortunately here. Thanks for watching my TEDTalk, see you all next week.

#captain blogs about stuff #Captain art #Aaaaah I should maybe........ have a tag for these designs and my dumbass headcanons #Jonathan Crane #The Scarecrow #Selina Kyle #Catwoman #CapVerse

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theslythertrash · 5 years

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So whenever I see superheroes I always freak out over small impractical costume things but I have never been angrier at show’s costumes than at bnha and this has been on my chest for several months now and it’s midnight and I’m half asleep so it’s the perfect time to write an essay about it on Tumblr.

Here are my ranking for the bnha costumes for all of 1-A:

I’m fully prepared to be slammed for this. (Also I’m supposed to be an artist so if I ever find some free time I’ll actually draw my babies some proper costumes.)

Midoriya’s is 9.5/10. It has an aesthetic, good color scheme and it compliments his quirk with iron soles and leg/arm enforcements. Has a nice belt, a mask for gas (hopefully) and facial protection. The only stupid thing is his bunny ears mask but it looks good when it’s down like a hood. My only correction would be to make his mask an actual hood.

Bakugo is 8/10 Kacchan also has an aesthetic. His mask is a little ridiculous but I’m fond of it. He also has practical shoes and stuff. HIS GAUNTLET IS SO STUPID. HAS THE MANGA ARTIST EVER WORN LARGE BRACELETS? DOES HE KNOW HOW ANNOYING THEY ARE? YOU CANT WRITE. OR SCRATCH YOUR HAND. OR REACH INTO TIGHT SPACES. I know they’re for storing sweat but sweat is a liquid and if people can invent Aizawa’s magic scarf they can invent smaller gauntlets. Jesus. But his winter costume makes them smaller I think (idk I don’t read the manga but I’ve seen fanart) so 8/10.

Uraraka is 5/10 Uraraka has a cool aesthetic. I enjoy the space theme and colors. A helmet is good since she’s flying around (though I don’t understand why it doesn’t cover her entire head? Protect the back of your head! Also her mouth- that should help against gas and things but I also know she vomits a lot so it’s probably better without one).

However, she’s sexualized too. Even outside of it being skin tight, she has a camel toe? Literally no one mentions it ever and it drives me crazyyyy. Look at her- why does she have that line there? Why? And why is her belt so bulky. How is she supposed to squeeze into tight spaces? AND ONCE AGAIN UNNECESSARY LARGE BRACELETS OH MY GOD. The manga explains her bulky heels and bracelets are to help with nausea but I refuse to believe they can’t invent smaller ones. And also boots without heels. Who is gonna run over debris on heels? 5/10

Iida is 7/10 He is too bulky. Why are they all so bulky. He looks like when he walks down the street he clanks as he walks. Way to be stealthy dude, smh.

Todoroki is fine I guess. Little boring but it’s passable. I wish it had more stuff for his quirk. Like maybe thermal fabric so he can cool down faster? Idk. 7.5/10

Tsuyu is a much bigger improvement over Uraraka. She’s got big ass bracelets again but they look like soft fabric so it’s probably easy to ignore. Her outfit has a wet suit aesthetic so that’s practical. Her goggles look a little bulky again but they are practical. WHY IS SHE IN HEELS. 8/10

Mineta looks like he has a diaper kink and it’s not even there to help his quirk. -10/10

Kirishima. Baby. Put on a shirt. Also what the fuck are those gears. Why are you wearing bulky shit that’s unrelated to your quirk? How are you gonna lie down comfortably when you have large ass rings on your shoulders. Why are you wearing a muzzle thing? How is that related to your quirk? If your gonna put something on your face wear something to protect your mouth from dust and gas. His bottom half is fine ig. I’ve got mixed feels on his cape/skirt thing but at least it’s an aesthetic. 6/10

Don’t get me started on Yaoyorozu. God Almighty. Even outside of the perversion, why does she have a whole ass bookshelf on her butt instead of an iPad for easy access? And not only is it AN ENTIRE BOOKSHELF, its HORIZONTAL. Why do you have a horizontal ass shelf when it can be vertical at the very least? She needs tech with Siri so she can ask what chemicals are in stuff into an earpiece. And also some pants. And a bra. -10/10

Idk what Tokoyami is doing. Being edgy I guess. 6/10 it’s fine.

Kaminari is fine I guess? He’s got the same problem as Tokoyami and Todoroki where it’s just an outfit and doesn’t actually help his quirk in any way. He could include metal bits on his gloves so punches have an extra shock to them. Or maybe a rubber helmet or something to protect his brain from his own shocks...would that work? I’m not a scientist. Maybe carry around extra shock-resistant fabric in a belt or something so he can protect bystanders before releasing a full attack. I REALLY like his added equipment for long-range attacks and I think he could go further with the idea- maybe add cords in the style of bows and arrows? Basically very boring but fine ig. 7.5/10 (solely adding the .5 for his new equipment)

Aoyama looks like he has the same bulky and loud problem as Iida but it’s toned down and I’m low key very amused by it so it’s fine. 9/10 for my flamboyant boy.

Jirou looks like she is going to the mall. She has no aesthetic and looks super boring. I like that her outfit actually helps her quirk with her speaker boots but she should carry around some weapons too. And wear a padded suit for hits. Actually they all should have padding. Goggles and mask would be helpful too. It’s fine I guess. Boring. 6.5/10

Okay, I’ve seen a lot of people complain that Ashido’s is really ugly. I’m actually amused by it so I don’t mind too much. The fur is ridiculous and the colors are loud but they are as loud as her personality so at least it has an aesthetic. I’m more bothered that it’s impractical. It doesn’t help with her quirk. She should have gauntlets similar to Kacchan’s so she can store acid (don’t make them bulky though, please). Padding too. Her shoes can have an extra retractable surface for gliding on acid. It would also probably be helpful to carry around a similar blanket to the hypothetical one Kaminari would have so she can shield civilians from her acid. It’s fine ig. At least she’s not sexualized. 7/10

Shoji looks like he has multiple nipples. At least it’s kinda practical tho. 6/10

Ojiro looks like he was on his way from karate class when a cat died on his shoulder. Once again he’s boring and doesn’t have anything interesting to compliment his quirk. He’s a good fighter so maybe he can also carry around a staff or nunchucks or something. He should pad his tail so the hits are extra hard. Boring but passable if he removes the stupid fur. It looks like it’ll tickle his cheek when he runs.7/10

I actually really like Sero’s. It fits his aesthetics and is practical. His helmet and shoulders could be a tad less bulky but whatever. It would be cool if he had like suction cups on his shoes or something to make it easier to stick to walls but I imagine that would be hard to walk in so it’s fine. 8.5/10

Tooru is naked. She has no costume. She’s 15- that’s so gross. Also she’s probably constantly cold and extremely vulnerable. I can’t imagine all the scraps she gets just from running around. And her sensitive parts are exposed to disease- she’s going to get a yeast infection. And not to be gross on main or whatever but what does she do when she’s on her period? ALSO, how can she feel comfortable running around without a bra? If Mirio can have a costume made of his hair so can Tooru. 0/10

Sato looks like a banana. Very boring with no aesthetic but at least he has pockets to carry sugar in so that’s practical. Some padding would be nice. 6/10 boring

Why the fuck is Koda in shorts. He’s gonna get scraps on his knees. What is that ugly ass symbol on his chest? At least he’s practical with his mask to hide when he’s talking to animals. Personally, I think it’s ugly but at least it’s useful 6/10

Woo I'm done. Thank you for coming to my TedTalk/ midnight essay. Winners: Deku, Kacchan, Sero, maybe Tsuyu. Maybe Aoyama. Absolute losers: Mineta, Momo, Tooru, Uraraka. Everyone else is varying levels of average

Also, I know I said I would only do 1-A but I have a special little place of hate in my heart for Aizawa’s costume so here’s my rant on him too:

JESUS CHRIST MAN CUT YOUR FUCKING HAIR YOU DINGUS. I know you're trying to have a hoboTM aesthetic and you have stubble and blah blah blah- I get it. We got it. (I lowkey think you’re hot) you wanna have dramatic hair. Noted. But you're entire personality is about being practical and not wanting attention. That’s why you disliked All Might. Set an example for your kids PLEASE. Why are you even bothering with goggles to hide when you blink WHEN YOUR HAIR IS A BIGGER TELL. I PROMISE I’M MORE LIKELY TO NOTICE YOUR HAIR DROP THAN YOUR EYES BLINKING YOU DUMB DUMB IDIOT.

Either cut it, put it in a bun (best option imo) or get a hood.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mha #costume #redesign #ugly impractical clothing #rant #rant over

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kikutrashcan · 5 years

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Inktober/Spirktober (part 3)

What do you mean, it’s February already ? Doesn’t matter ! I still have a lot of theme to go through, and I indend to ! You guys can take this as a gift for Valentine’s day ! (what-? Valentine’s day’s over too ? Oh, man.) The drawings are taking me more and more time to complete, as I’m trying to get better at backgrounds. Also, I’m having fun experimenting with new supplies ! (what is money anyway)

Hope you’ll like it ! Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone ! <3

(Also, I’m considering posting the drawings one by one, instead of doing a master post every 5-6 drawings. What do you think ?)

[Part 1 and Part 2 here !]

Day 14 : Soulmate AU - Or the AU that wasn’t actually an AU because they are soulmates, it’s canon, thank you for coming to my TedTalk. Spock unlocks Spock!Prime’s memories stuck inside Jim’s head through a mind meld, and both of them realise they’re actually each other’s T’hy’la

I think this is my favourite drawing of Spirktober. I’ve always loved the concept of T’hy’la, of a universal constant that it’s Jim and Spock’s destiny to meet in any reality. Same thing for the idea of Spock!Prime accidentally giving some memories of his relationship with his captain to Jim, like “Woops, sorry bro, you weren’t supposed to see that, lol” Also, mind meld ? Yeah, man, awesome stuff. It was also fun drawing scenes seen in the movies, love it !

I also want to credit @t8oo and @djiange as I used some of their marvelous drawings as references (because I don’t know how to draw people kissing and... hands ?? Wtf are hands, anyway ???). If you like Spirk, I advise you to go check their art, it’s beautiful.

Day 15 : Furry AU - Captain Puppy!Kirk and his First Officer Cat!Spock go through purrfect adventures (okay, that was terrible).

I was really anxious about this theme as I’m not really into furries, and i’m usually terrible at drawing animals. But while searching for some references, I stumbled onto some Zootopia fanarts, and realized a drawing mimicking Disney’s animal style could work ! Overall, it was pretty fun to do, even if that’s not the drawing I love most. I also didn’t really know what to do with the background, but I decided to keep it for maybe later, just as the first drawings I did for Inktober.

Day 16 : RPG/Fantasy AU - Princes Spock and Kirk decide to team up to beat up the dangerous creature terrorizing the fantasy world.

I spent weeks on this drawing, because I actually didn’t know what to do ! I did a bunch of sketches, but I was never really satisfied. I also wanted to do a more elaborate background, maybe showing the inside of a cave, but I didn’t feel like doing it. But this is also were Clip Studio came into play ! I downloaded it some time ago, and it’s absolutely amazing, especially thanks to the 3D models, that can help create references. It’s a blessing for me as I usually rely on pictures and fanarts found on the Internet. I also brought back the outfits from the Fairy Tales AU, because I really like them, and they fit in this theme too ! All in all, a difficult drawing that came up to be pretty fun when I knew what I was doing (so... rarely).

Day 17 : Mirrorverse - Everyone fears James T. Kirk, captain of the ISS Enterprise, and his First Officer Spock, who seems to hate his captain as much as he loves him.

You guys, I looooove the Mirror Universe. Especially the kind of love/hate relationship between Kirk and Spock. I had a bunch of ideas for this drawing, but I preferred to keep this first idea : the menacing captain who seems to be in charge, but is in fact hidding a much greater threat, who could make him the most powerful man on Terra by killing all of his enemies, as much as just snapping his neck at the first sign of betrayal (what do you mean, it’s not what happened in TOS ?). I love this drawing. I think the red pen as well as the blue and gold glitters were perfect for this.

Also, the uniforms were mainly inspired by @leifor‘s art for her fanfic trilogy “Mirror, Wall, Door” which I absolutely adore. Go check it out, it’s awesome.

Day 18 : Heroes/Villains AU - Jim, San Fransisco’s most popular hero, keeps tracking Spock, a Vulcan villain and his rival, to make him turn and get him to the good side.

Honestly, what is a background ? I really liked the concept of this drawing, and I like the foreground, but getting started on the background was so hard, because I wasn’t sure of what I was doing. I’m bad at this. However, designing heroes/villains outfits for Kirk and Spock was really fun. And yet again, I can’t resist putting glitters all over the place. Anyone that looked at my drawing was very surprised because “Kirk’s got a BELLY” “Of course, he does ! It’s Kirk ! He’s chubby”. I love his tum. But for some reason, Spock seems smaller on the photograph than on my drawing, and the colors of the background are really weird ? I should learn to take a correct photograph for my traditional drawings.

Next theme will be Cowboys/Spaceboys ! I already have an idea of what I’m gonna do, and I bet it’s gonna be fun !

Hope you guys have a great day/afternoon/evening !

#spirk #inktober #spirktober #star trek #jim kirk #james t kirk #spock #Spock S'chn T'gai #this is taking so much time #but there's life and even if i want to i can't just spend my days at home drawing #i wish i could #i love those two tbh

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mimi-sanisanidiot · 4 years

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Love is wild sometimes, ain't it?

Do you ever feel like you're in love with someone that you can't have?

I am, more often than I'd like to admit.

I'm in love with my best friend. And I can't have her. Because she's in love with our other best friend. And it hurts. So damn much.

Hi, my name's Mimi and I'm a fucking dumbass, welcome to my tedtalk!

For the sake of anonymity of my friends, I'll refer to them as Bean, and Mochi. We're all female so here we are.

I met both Bean and Mochi in my first year of highschool. I met them separately in mutual classes and I found out we're all mutal friends. Bean was in my art class and we were on opposite ends of the room, but always in the view of one another. When I first saw Bean, she confused me so much. Bean is rather tall for a girl and has a slim thick frame, due to her androgynous style of clothes and fluffy short hair, she's often confused as a boy. Which works for her style. At the time, me being a still blind lil gay in the making, couldn't tell if she was a boy or a girl due to being so far away. But honestly it never bothered me. Still Bean confused me so much!! One day she'd be in baggy male clothing and the next she was in a crop top with a skirt and knee high socks! Either way she made my heart race! I didn't care if she was a boy exploring her style and identity or a girl having fun with her outfits or anything in between. So one day, I gathered the courage to finally walk up to her and complimented her My Chemical Romance t-shirt that she wore often, after class. I was never the kind of girl who made friends easily but could make conversation with any stranger if I truly tried to.

So saying that, you can obviously see that I as a new freshman tried to become friends with this beautifully intimidating human being by pointing out the most teenager angsty thing a teenager can wear to show how angsty they are! The cliche of teenager angst, My Chemical Romance!!! That aside, this would be my first official real conversation with her, aside from the shy hi's and nervous excuse me's that we often exchanged when we passed by and bumped into each other during class in accident. So you can see where this is going. I obviously made a fool of myself trying to speak clearly and loud enough for her to hear me as I walked by her on the way out of class, keep in mind most kids were trying to leave and they were quite loud since the door was near her desk. She hadn't heard me so she asked me to repeat myself, while I was panicking on the INSIDE! I did repeat myself, while stuttering a bit and my subtle lisp wasn't so subtle anymore! I was dying.. I wanted to bolt out that door and hide in my corner and never emerge again. But she was so nice.. She just smiled so sweetly and so kindly at me seeing that I was freaking out about my inability to speak properly at the moment, it surprised me honestly. No one other than my parents had looked at me like that but my parents hadn't comforted me about my stuttering since I was a child. And here she was, this awkwardly shy giant was smiling at me, making me feel so much better and still making my heart race. I felt myself smile back a bit and nodded and turned to make my way out of class. But she stopped me, she had then complimented my Attack on Titan button and my Spirited Away button my backpack, which made me so happy! She knew who these characters were and she complimented me on them. No one, not even my friends, said anything about them. They never noticed them, nor did they like anime. So to have Bean notice them and say she liked them, made my day.

Soon after that, I asked her if she'd like to join me for lunch and she did.

We hit it off immediately! We're both dorks and nerds about different childhood shows and random nerd stuff. Not only that, we both looove food! And we also connected on the fact that we're huge romantics and are girls on the slightly heavier and tall side too. We became close friends and hung out at lunch almost everyday. Up to this point, I was always by myself at lunch since all my other friends had 1st lunch and Bean and I had 2nd lunch. I was alone and then, I wasn't. Bean had made me her friend and that made a difference in my life for the better. I had dealt with a traumatic incident in my last year of middle school so i don't doubt that Bean practically saved my life my freshman year, even if she doesn't realize that but that is a story for another time. She also introduced me to some of my closest friends now. So I have her to thank for that. I soon realized that I had a huge crush on her that I feel like was really obvious but not to either of us. But that doesn't matter, since I never confessed and she had her boyfriends and people she dated as we grew closer. Although it hurt me, it made me happy just seeing her happy. And I was there to help her feel better when things didn't work out in the end. And that made feel happy just knowing she was happy and that I made her feel comfortable enough to come to me for help. So I too had dated a few people and had my heart broken quite a few times but my heart had always beated a bit faster when I thought of her.

My love for Bean only grew as the years pasted. But as did the growing friend zone between us. So I pulled an Angelica Skylar and was just happy that I could keep her in my life.

My bond with Mochi had also grown throughout the years despite us being different in multiple ways. Mochi sometimes gets overly comfortable sometimes and it ticks me off sometimes but she means well. The three of us have late night adventures and loads of sleep overs and have fun gushing about music and cute people, both male and female and nonbinary peeps! It's fun.

Back to my main simp story and not my sad friendzone gay shit.

The three of us are quite open with our sexuality and feminine charms, ya know? We flirt with each other often, it's always been part of our banter. We also playfully grope/fondle each other when ever we're together. The fondling occurs more often than not when we're with Mochi. Sure we all initiate it at some point but when Mochi is hanging out with either of us, she's the main instigator. We're all chill about it cause titties are nice, and so are soft thighs and love handles! We all like the soft plush!! We all drink body appreciation in this household!!

Mochi is fantastic! I love her so much! But she also becomes unresponsive to group moments sometimes.. Like we would all be chilling watching a movie or something, like maybe having a conversation and then she'd be off by herself always on her phone and never reacts to anything we say. When she stays over, she sleeps way in, past what we decided, and is inconsiderate of if either one of us have any other plans that day. We plan to have a sleep over of one day and she stays for 3. I can never ask her to leave cause I was always raised with my home is open for those who need it but one can also overstay their welcome. And I absolutely despise confrontation. It makes me uncomfortable and makes me feel like I'm the dick, even when I know that I'm in the right.

But that's besides the point. I love them, I truly do. I'm just weak against my friends when it comes to my own comfort sometimes. That's something I'm working on currently.

So you see, these are my best friends, yes they are flawed but so am I. Yet I absolutely love them.

Mochi had invited both Bean and me to a whole weekend trip with some of her friends that she wanted to introduce to us. Sadly I couldn't attend having already used my day out of that week the day before she had asked. But Bean went. They had a blast, drinking and going out to the shopping district of the beach town they went to. Not in that order obviously. They were safe and locked themselves in their hotel room when they began drinking and hadn't went out once they began. I'm not going to lie here, it hurt not being able to go because I was excited to meet Mochi's friends and hang out and have drink to let loose for once, you know?

But when they came back, Bean had kinda went off the grid. She wasn't responding to group chats nor private messaging. At first I thought, oh she's busy and she'll get back to me later so no sweat right? Wrong.. She never did. And when I'd check out our messages, she only left me on seen and that's it. Then I'm like, did I do something wrong or is she doing okay? Turns out, she's fine. But I wouldn't have known that if it weren't for Mochi. Mochi had told me something that broke my heart more than it did finding out Bean was in love with a toxic manipulating piece of garbage with mommy issues and she was sacrificing her own mental well being to help a human dumpster fire. Again that's another story for another time.

So this is it, it hurts to know the person I've been in love with for almost 6 years, had kissed my best friend and has admitted to a stranger, while drunk, about how much she wants to get with said best friend. Never.. Never did it occur to me, that she ever felt that way towards Mochi, and that she also kissed Mochi while Mochi was and still is with her boyfriend.

I don't know what hurts more, the drunk confession to a stranger, the kiss or that she didn't tell me her feelings for Mochi.

I know that I'm not entitled to her feelings nor her explanation nor ever lil detail of her life. Because that's not healthy nor is it right. I know that the only person at fault here is my own toxic mentality. But I still worry sometimes okay..?

I was worried that she was having a bad time and she was by herself.

I was worried that something had happened to her.

I was worried that she had had enough of me, and was simply trying to figure out a way to end our friendship without trying to be mean about it..

I was worried that she simply hated me and wanted me out of her life for good and was simply ghosting me until I got the hint...

Maybe that I had done something to have upsetted her..

I just guess that Bean didn't need my prying and needed time to collect her thoughts.

But at the very least, she could have done was send me a message. Like "I'm fine, need time to collect myself, ttyl" or something...!

My own intrusive thoughts are bad enough, but worrying about whether or not, my best friend is alright is too much!!

I dont even know! Maybe I'm the ass in this scenario! With my own toxic pensive ideals and my overbearing personality. Maybe I shouldn't project my feelings towards my best friends and maybe just fucking grow up and move on from something that will clearly never happen!!!

Maybe I should simply get over it..

But it hurts, so much..

Because maybe I missed my shot at ever being able to confess to Bean.. Because I'll never know if she ever felt the same, that I'll never know if I had a chance at all... All because I was too scared to lose my best friend...

Now I might lose both of them if they don't work their feelings out... Maybe I'm just a pathetic piece of garbage.

I have no clue how I'm supposed to act anymore. Mochi is still with her boyfriend, Bean is in an emotional limbo and needs to collect herself and I'm an emotional mess.

If anyone has any advice on what I should do or how I should proceed, please let me know.

I have dinner with them in an hour, and I'm scared.

Thank you if you made it this far, I appreciate that you're willing to read a strangers love life or the lack of one and follow their rant. I hope you all have a great day, evening, or night, stay hydrated and tell your loved ones that you love them before it's too late.

Please learn from my own mistakes. If anyone likes this, then let me know and I'll tell you more about my pathetic love life stories and my pining over my best friend.

#serious talk #love life #sad lady hours #advice needed #pining #in love with my best friend #heartbreak #confused #emotional

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superwholockotuka · 6 years

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Can we take a minute to talk about and appreciate Gotham’s Jonathan?

When he was first introduced, it was stated that he was a teen, presumably 16. We didn’t get to know a lot about him, just that his mom died in a fire when he was 8 and his father viewed him as a terrified teenager. He knew what his father was doing to people and he was on the fence about it. I’m sure he understood why his father was doing it, but he most likely also viewed his father’s methods as being wrong.

Then his father injected him with too much fear serum which caused Jonathan to hallucinate and be in constant fear. After Gordon asking the doctors about Jonathan’s condition, we never see or hear about him again until season 4 where we learn he was sent to Arkham. It was never stated when he was sent, but considering his condition, I’m guessing it was only a few months at most after the whole incident.

So if he was 16 when he was injected and sent to Arkham, that means Jonathan probably never graduated from high school. He was maybe a sophomore when this all happened. And for the last bit of his teenage years, Jonathan was in an asylum getting zero treatment or therapy other than ice baths and electric shocks every once in while.

Then Jonathan, now around 19 or 20, was sold to a gang to make his father’s fear serum for them. And if we take into consideration that his highest education is some where in high school, than him replicating his father’s work is impressive. Yes he followed along his father’s notes, but chemistry is still difficult even when you have a set of instructions. One extra drop of some chemical and the whole batch could go to waste. So this means Jonathan was probably a chem student in high school and did well in class. And this is proved when he makes Jerome’s insanity toxin and he makes a certain insanity toxin for Jeremiah. Based off a timeline I found, in a matter weeks, Jonathan managed to figure out the formula for a toxin to drive someone to complete insanity. Oh and, while in Arkham the second time(which never got explain how he got there again since he escaped Gordon the end of episode 2), he made an explosive substance to break Jerome out. We don’t know if he had connections outside of Arkham(highly unlikely considering he was separated from society the last three years and didn’t seem to have many friends beforehand), so we have no idea if he used what he could find around the asylum or if someone sent him what he needed. Maybe Jerome had connections and got Jonathan the materials? We’ll never know the exact details. But either was, it just shows that Jonathan is a skillful chemist. It’s kinda mandatory for his character no matter the universe, but since this is the youngest version of him that we’ve seen and the fact that he probably doesn’t even have a high school diploma makes it very impressive.

Along with being a skilled chemist, Jonathan is also pretty good at hand to hand combat. He’s been in a physical fight(more or less in a way) with both Selina and Gordon. Yeah, he didn’t win either of them, but he still managed to put up a good fight. Maybe he took self defense classes growing up? We don’t know. And he has enough strength to behead someone with his scythe.

Another thing he is good at is stealth. He managed to sneak back into Arkham in his Scarecrow suit without being detected. There was probably some well hidden path he took, but its still hella impressive. And he kinda snuck up on that one cop. Yes his shadow was seen(or maybe that was one of his followers shadows?), but that was for the spooky effect and aesthetic he has going. He still managed to get up to the gate and the look out window on the gate unseen or unheard by either cop. So Jonathan is also a very stealthy person.

In conclusion, Gotham’s version of Jonathan is underappreciated despite being a very great and skillful character. He barely gets any screen time yet still manages to be a powerful villain. Not only is he a great chemist, but also great at stealth and hand to hand combat.

Anyways thanks for coming to my TEDtalk.

As a side note and not really a serious thing, but still as equally impressive to me: Jonathan is actually great a costume designing? And maybe sewing? We know the first Scarecrow outfit was from an actual scarecrow, but this new one? Where’d it come from? Did he have it made for him(highly unlikely unless one of his followers made it)? Or did he make it himself? Did Jonathan take sewing classes??? I would die for that.

#jonathan crane #Gotham #gotham fox #gotham jonathan #scarecrow #gotham scarecrow #tv: gotham

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jessiewre · 5 years

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Day 39

Weds 12th Feb

Get up early plan for cycling didn’t quite work and we snoozed the alarm loads. But then Phil must have suddenly remembered his cycling trip as he suddenly jumped up to get organised.

I now had my doubts about moving accommodation to this ‘magical cottage’. We hadn’t actually seen the place and it did sound a little too good to be true. And if we moved, we would have to pack up ALL our stuff and walk down the road and then leave it all in their office...which didn't seem as safe as leaving it all in our own room.

Phil was set on it though so we cracked on, and I had the genius idea of wearing Phil’s shorts for the cycle. Seeing as I’d lost mine in the Nile, I figured that Phil’s sexy zip safari shorts would super comfortable and lightweight. I put them on with my green T-shirt (by the way this T-shirt is actually Phil’s but he never packed it so I did and now its mine ok) and I thought, Yeah, this’ll do nicely. Was pretty pleased with my practical and comfortable outfit. I looked up and Phil was looking at me with a large frown. ‘Oh sorry I didn’t realise you were working today as a park ranger, you carry on’. So yeah, he said I looked like I worked at Camp America and I don’t think he was wrong. But screw him, needs must - I kept the outfit on and we left.

Once we arrived to the Fisherman’s Camp restaurant, we ordered Spanish omelette for breakfast and it was the BEST one we've had by FAR. I don't know what they did to this omelette but it was sooooo nice. It was much bigger than normal ones and also had potatoes in so that helped of course. I started to warm to the place.

We got our 2nd bike from the bike dudes as well as our helmets (we'd insisted on these and they had to go off to find them as apparently no-one ever asks for them) and we headed towards the main road to go to Hells Gate National Park. Exciting! However. HOWEVER. Instead of walking with the bikes as I’d anticipated, Phil INSISTED that we cycle UP the steep gravelly hill to get to the main road.

I managed to do it but it's honestly moments like that where I wish I'd never met him. That is how much I hate cycling uphill.

Anyway the first 4km was on flat road and it felt amazing to be on a bike and I decided I liked Phil again. We reached the dusty road that led us to the entrance gate and it started getting tricky again. It didn't appear to have a gradient to the eye but it was a real effort to cycle on it with all the bumps and sand.

At the entrance we saw the family from safari who'd just arrived - random timing. We said hi to them but then headed in while they got organised with their bikes figuring we'd see them at some point in there. Also the woman was not a confident cyclist so figured she definitely didn't need an audience.

The cycle was really nice. We spotted zebras, pumbas and giraffes as we went round, then got to the gorge viewpoint area where we stopped for a snack. The actual gorge path was Closed due to dangerous flooding that had happened the year before.

Phil was buzzing about the leftover doggy bag but we noticed a baboon nearby eyeing him up. Everytime we looked over the baboon had managed to move slightly closer without us seeing, but would be looking around like he was enjoyed the view, acting all nonchalant like he wasn't even interested. He'd perfected his Tourist Snack Sneak. A local man came over to advise that we use a stick to hit against a tree to scare it away if it got too close and it turned out to be pretty useful when Phil was rustling about with bread in foil.

We cycled a bit further to find the viewpoint and got to a turn off that went downhill. A local lady was there and said she would show us where it was. We didn't want a tour guide to have to pay etc so we said no thanks. We’d already paid 50$ to enter the park. But she kept saying 'For free for free, I will show you the way!' then she randomly suggested we just give the older lady who was stood there 200ksh. No idea why. Phil was well annoyed by it all and refused to walk while they were with us, saying 'I want to go on my own!'. It was a bit like a mother trying to encourage a toddler to hold her hand while the toddler is stamping his feet refusing to move. The woman was just laughing and smiling the whole time, totally unfazed.

Eventually Phil got on his bike in protest and started cycling down the hill ahead of us. When he reached the bottom he went right and the woman shouted after him 'Its the other way!' as she laughed. Phil sort of pretended he'd not heard while casually changing direction.

He then went along for 5 seconds and she corrected him again, saying 'It's down there!' pointing to a path he’d missed to the right. Phil sort of huffed and followed her direction, realising she was perhaps quite useful after all.

The lady pointed out the small little market stalls her and her pals had set up and said Please take a look when come back, then pointed to the way to go to visit the viewpoint. The viewpoint was a short minute walk from there and was cool, it was good to actually see the gorge.

By the time we walked back, Phil was ready to look at the little stalls without being angry. I bought a cute bracelet and a women asked me how old I was. Turned out the lady who'd walked us there was the same age as me but had SIX CHILDREN. I explained that I would do it later and made some jokes about babies taking over the whole of your body and they were laughing loads.

Cut to me basically hosting a Tedtalk on girl power, women's strength and equal rights, and all the women were nodding along enthusiastically in agreement. They all high fived me and said thank you so much for these words. I don't know if anyone had told them they were strong before. 💪🏻💪🏼💪🏽💪🏾💪🏿

The cycle back made us realise how downhill the first bit had been as it was nearly all uphill FML but remember that dusty road outside the entrance I’d struggled with? Well it was a solid downhill the whole way now and I didn't pedal ONCE and I swear it was the best moment of the whole cycle. Ok apart from spotting a baby zebra next to us. And seeing five giraffes having their lunch.

We got back to our hotel and were taken to our new house. And omg it was LUSH AS FOOOOOK. Such a cute cottage on a little hill, with a kitchen, living room, bathroom with outdoor shower and massive bed! The shower was hot and the masses of dust from the cycle were washed away and I lay on the lovely bed feeling great about my house and my very clever boyfriend.

And suddenly there was a massive SPLAT as a large gecko shit landed on my tummy. It completely made me jump and before I even registered what it was, I flapped it away. It landed on a pillow oops and the momento from falling from such a height had not helped matters either. Definitely good luck to be shat by a gecko though right?

We went to the restaurant for dinner and despite the power cuts and mosquitos, we enjoyed the candle lit lake view evening. Phil kept thinking he could hear hippos but I didn't hear anything.

Dinner was penne pasta arrabiata and an average pizza.

Suddenly Phils ears picked up that hippo noise again and he looked over towards the lake. In the dark was a big shape, slightly moving...and Phil was like ‘That's a hippo!!!!’.

Sure enough only 1m beyond the electric fence were TWO hippos munching away on the grass, just about lit by the security light. We rushed over and watched in amazement. A few others joined from the restaurant in awe of the proximity of these beasts. But then one of the hippos turned and looked right at us. It was in that moment that I remembered how bloody dangerous they were and we moved into the shadows to view from a safer spot. Was such a good spot by Philly Tours Atol Protected ©

Happy from our cycle and nature spotting, we asked the boss if we could book the house an extra night and THANKFULLY IT WAS AVAILABLE so we went to bed (now with the mosquito net in position so NO more falling gecko shit) feeling super relaxed about the chill day ahead of us.

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Control and Release - 27

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 5.7k

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Two Months Later

Two of W & S's private planes are sitting side by side on the tarmac as you walk toward the stairs and board the jet. In the front section are the larger, roomier seats reserved for the more important members of the staff.

You spot Sam the moment you board, he’s seated with a laptop open in front of him. Next to him is the welcome sight of Pepper, pointing to something on the screen and rattling on. He seems to sense your presence, glancing up and locking in while you shuffle down the aisle. A small, amused smirk pulls at his mouth, throat bobbing as he watches you.

He really did a number on you this morning; set the alarm and everything to ensure the two of you had plenty of quality time together before departure. He had you in handcuffs, moaning his name before you were even truly awake. And now your ass is throbbing. He was in the mood to really give it to you good and then you begged for it even harder. This morning’s spanking will definitely make for an uncomfortable flight, but that’s the point. A constant reminder of his hands on your ass, enough to keep you wet in anticipation of what’s to come over the next few weeks together in a new place.

This trip to London is scheduled to last four weeks if everything goes well, but likely closer to six. Six weeks in a city you’ve only dreamed of visiting. The new office means training a hundred employees at W & S’s flagship UK office. You’ll each train your counterpart, helping to guide them through the internal processes.

“Hi Pepper,” you grin as you walk by them. “Welcome back.”

While you never imagined those words would be true, hell hath frozen over. Having a second rate replacement who didn’t understand your working or personal relationship with Sam proved to be incredibly challenging. Now that Pepper knows your secret, you hope this part of things will become easier. She’ll give you all the unfettered access you want with no questions asked.

“Hello.” She manages a grim, sickly smile.

Sam glances around, ensuring there’s no one else in the front cabin before speaking up.

“How are you this morning, Y/N?” he smirks, mouth barely containing a shit-eating grin.

Pepper sighs, shifting uncomfortably between you, with a roll of her eyes. She was at his house this morning to help him prepare. She watched you eat Corn Flakes in his kitchen with her trademark look of irritated judgment.

“Good, how are you, Mr. Winchester?” you counter, looking back as Millie boards the plane, walking up behind you. “Better keep moving.”

You enter the back section with a dozen smaller seats that are still a luxury compared to a commercial flight. Cole glances up from his book and smiles wide and warm, gesturing to the empty seat beside him.

Sam is sure it was him who turned you in to human resources, but you’re not convinced. He hasn’t acted any different towards you. He’s just as easy to work with as he was before the incident. It’s been almost two months now and there’s been nothing, no whispers or sideways looks. Someone saw or heard something, but whoever it is is playing their cards close to the vest.

For the first couple of hours, you chat about work, then he tells you about his mother and how hard the death of his father was on the whole family. You offer up little anecdotes about your parents and growing up in New Mexico. Even show him a couple of family photos.

Eventually, he makes a move to his iPad and you open your book. It’s hard to concentrate. You can feel him sneaking glances at you, once, twice and then every couple minutes.

You shut the book, turning to him.

“Is there something on your mind?”

He’s silent, settling his headphones around his neck. You see the wheels turning; whatever he’s about to say, he’s wrestling with it.

“I just...I thought I knew you.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach.

“What does that mean?” you hiss. Swiveling in the seat you glance behind you at Millie asleep with her mouth hanging open and Adam from IT watching a movie with giant headphones over his ears.

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad.” Cole leans closer, eyes closing for a moment as if this conversation is equally as painful for him as it is for you. “I know you’re trapped in what seems like an impossible situation and you don’t know how to get out, but-”

“It was you.” You’re taken aback, staring at him as he blinks innocently at you. “You’re the one who went to HR.”

“Of course I did!” he nods curtly. “And I’d do it again.”

“That was none of your business.” You thrust a finger toward him.

“Of course it was, what he’s doing to you is wrong.” Cole reaches for your hand and you pull back like he’s burned you. “Look, I underestimated the level of power he wields. I thought HR would open an investigation and then you’d have an opportunity to tell someone what he’s been doing to you.”

“This is unbelievable.” You sink back against the seat.

“I agree. They know and they didn’t do anything. I thought Winchester was a straight shooter, but I should have known someone with his reputation would have a nasty skeleton in the closet.”

“Whatever you think you heard, you’re wrong.” You’re worried now. He’s so genuine in his explanation, he honestly believes Sam forced himself on you, coerced you into sex.

“I know what I heard,” Cole insists, grabbing for your hand. This time he catches your wrist and pulls you closer. “You don’t have to put up with that kind of treatment. You’re a strong woman, I can help you.”

“You have no idea what you’re walking about,” you whisper, swallowing hard. “You didn’t understand what you heard. You think it’s something that it’s not.”

He stares at you, sighing and sitting back.

“Alright,” he nods. “But if he’s doing this to you, he’s doing it to someone else, too.”

“Cole,” you turn toward him. “You have to let this go.”

“The Winchesters are bad guys. All of them,” he comments dryly, flipping open his computer. “Sam may have had more success than his brother but he just hasn’t gotten caught for his dirty deeds yets, but they’re both rotten.”

You shake your head in disbelief, trying to determine why he’s invoking Dean. He must have done his research.

“You have to trust me when I say that you have it wrong.” You might as well stop, all this pleading in vain. Cole has an idea in his head about who and what Sam is and he’s never going to let it go.

“We don’t have to talk about it anymore.” He gives you a tight smile. “I just needed you to know that I know. If you ever need to talk, I’m here.”

Eight Hours Later

“I’m not normally one to say I told you so, but…” Sam leans out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips and a toothbrush hanging from the corner of his mouth.

“You were right,” you concede, holding up both hands. “I just hate that he thinks you’re this evil guy.”

“Half the world thinks I’m an asshole,” comes his voice from the bathroom. “That’s nothing new to me. Does it bother you?”

”Of course it does. I don’t like the idea of Cole believing you’re some monster.”

“Well, Cole can’t love both of us at the same time.” He chuckles to himself and you hear him spit into the sink.

Sam’s room is ten times the size of yours, with a parlor, living room, massive bedroom and a bathroom large enough for a shower and soaker tub. To top it all off there’s a balcony just off his bedroom overlooking the city. You’ve been allocated a small box of a room on the second floor at a hotel down the street but luckily Sam handed you a key card to his room as soon as you stepped inside. He and Pepper are the only staff staying at this hotel, which makes slipping in and out a hell of a lot easier.

“Do you like the room?” Sam asks, wandering toward the bed in his underwear. “They have an even larger suite on the top floor but no terrace. I thought you would enjoy being able to sit outside.”

“I do,” you smile, watching him thoughtfully. “Thank you for thinking of me.”

“I never stop,” he responds, smiling when you blush. “Are you tired?”

“Depends on why you’re asking.” You offer up a tired pout. “I’m pretty exhausted but I could be talked into any number of things.”

The London offices may be smaller but are no less impressive than the Boston office you work out of. You stand silently beside Cole as the elevator rises up the top floor.

“How are you?” he asks, adjusting his tie.

“Good,” you answer, staring forward.

You’re not sure what to say. After the world’s most awkward flight you checked into your official hotel room and went to join Sam, happy to be far away from everyone else. You haven’t spoken to Cole since you got off the plane.

Now that you’ve had time to process what he said, there are several things that don’t sit well. It seems as if he’s disappointed in you, let down that you were either unwilling or unable to turn on Sam and admit to harassment. If Cole truly believes Sam demanded sexual acts from you, it’s pretty shitty to say he expected more.

“I like your outfit.” He clears his throat looking ahead. “I’ve never seen it before.”

“Thank you. It’s new.” You look down at your tweed suit, a gift from Sam that morning. It’s Chanel, something you’d never be able to afford on your own. You were apprehensive over such an expensive gift at first but once you tried it on you figured it was a drop in the bucket for him.

“Looks expensive.” He gives you a once over.

“It is.”

The first meeting of the day is with Lady Toni Bevell and a dark-haired man named Mick who shakes your hand with such vigor you barely have feeling left when he lets go.

Cole introduces himself, explains his position and how long he’s been with the company. Then Toni chimes in, folding her hands on the table in front of her.

“Well, obviously, I just started in this position. I was a practicing lawyer up until a few years ago. But I’ve known Sam for a long time.”

“You know Winchester?” This seems to perk Cole’s attention and your ears go hot.

“We went to law school together,” Toni explains. “Old friends.”

“And I’m Mick.” Mick smiles big and wide. “I managed a barrister’s office, but they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. So now I’m here.”

He seems like a nice guy and you’re looking forward to making new friends. Knowing someone in London can’t be a bad thing.

“And you are?” Toni’s tone is unmistakable, she’s dripping with annoyance and you haven’t even opened your mouth yet.

“Y/N,” you smile at her. “I’m a department liaison.”

“Ah, yes,” Toni tilts her head, examining you. “Sam told me all about you.”

You nearly fall out of your seat and Cole shifts beside you.

“Y/N has been invaluable to me.” Cole inserts himself. “Showed me the ropes when I first started.”

“She must be quite impressive given that we don’t even have her position in this office but yet, she’s here.”

There’s something bubbling under the surface, a hostility she’s either barely able to hide or not attempting to. Frankly, you're surprised she hasn’t lunged across the table yet.

“I’m sure we can find something for you to do.” Toni sighs.

“I’ll need her, we have several projects in the works.” Cole’s words are a clear declaration. He’s a calm and collected guy but he doesn’t like anyone bossing his people around.

“Of course,” she nods, strumming her fingers on the table, eyes narrowing as she looks you over. “I look forward to working with you both.”

The minute the two of you are alone, Cole turns to you and whistles. “What did you do to piss her off?”

“Nothing!” you sputter. “I’ve never met her before.”

“Maybe it’s the suit,” he jokes.

“You didn’t tell me you and Lady Toni go way back.” You get up from your perch on his bed, slinking toward him.

“I didn’t think about it.” Sam shrugs, writing in his notebook without looking up.

“She’s sort of...hostile.”

“That’s what makes her good,” he responds, turning a page. “She’s a pit bull.”

“Well, she definitely hates me. I’m not sure what you told her, but it must have been some real shit, because I could feel her death rays from across the room.”

“Did she say something to you?” He puts his pen down, glancing up.

“It’s less what she said and more how she said it.”

“If it becomes a problem you should let me know.”

“Okay.” You watch him, his jaw shifting while he thinks. You know this look well. He’s trying to decide if he’s going to tell you something.

“I want to be upfront with you.” He takes off his glasses, setting them on the table.

“I want that too,” you agree.

“I’m not so sure you do.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Toni used to…” He stops to regroup. “We were together for a period of time.”

“Together as in...fucking or dating?”

“Both,” he explains.

“Oh.” You have to admit, you’re taken aback and instantly jealous. Of course he’s had sexual partners before you, but you prefer not to think about that.

“It wasn’t anything like what we have. She’s a cold person. There was no emotional component, it was strictly physical. We’ve remained in contact over the years. She’s a trusted colleague and friend.”

You’re quiet, contemplating exactly what that means. There’s an immediate embarrassment that starts in your heart and flushes out until your cheeks are burning. The party at Nick Luster’s place was different, but the idea of the people you work with knowing about your dynamic, specifically you as a submissive, is a fact that you would prefer to stay between you and Sam.

There’s a complex push and pull. During sex, Sam will use the idea of public humiliation as a turn on, and it is. But only as a fantasy. The thought of Toni Bevell with that kind of intimate knowledge is too much.

“Did you two...were you like us?” You’re struggling to find the right thing to ask. “Did she enjoy the same things I do?”

“No,” he answers quickly, making no move to get up from his seat. “I got bored quickly, but she was easy and available.”

“I see,” you look away from him, unsure how you’re supposed to react to this information.

“Are you upset with me?”

“For what? You didn’t do anything wrong.” You sit on the couch next to him.

“You look like you’re upset.”

“I’m jealous,” you admit, looking him in the eyes, those eyes that draw you in and hold you there. “Thinking about you with someone else is uncomfortable, but I’m glad you told me. Did you tell her about me? About us?”

“Yes.” He slides a hand over your knee. “She asked me about my life, and I told her I was seeing you. I trust her discretion.”

“Does she know about our...dynamic?”

Sam’s forehead wrinkles, displeased with your question.

“Of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you. I don’t talk about my sex life, especially with someone I’ve slept with.”

“Right.” You relax back against the couch. “Of course you wouldn’t.”

Sam looks tired. He’s been working sixteen-hour days and not getting enough sleep. It’s starting to take a toll.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” he offers. He’s hovering somewhere between annoyed with the implication and trying to remain open and honest.

“I don’t think so. I’m glad you told me,” you answer. The two of you look at each other in silence before you lean forward and kiss him on the lips. He’s tense, mouth in a tight purse as he returns the gesture. You pull back, examining him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing to do with you,” he sighs, giving your arm a squeeze.

“Do you want me to go so you can get some work done?” You point at his computer.

“No, I want you to stay.”

He looks...sad, maybe defeated or perhaps it’s something else. There’s been something going on for a while now. He’s been a freight train barrelling forward with a power and speed that’s unstoppable. It doesn’t seem to matter if he’s focused you, the house or his career, whatever has his attention he’s pushing further and faster as if he’s racing toward the finish line under some elusive threat.

“How’s your ass?” he asks, snapping you back to attention.

“Tender,” you grin, eyes fluttering away from his stare.

“I bet,” he rubs his thumb over his index finger, lost in thought before sitting back and tapping a hand on his leg. “Show me.”

“Now?” you look around at his open documents strewn over the table.

“Yes,” he shifts the tone of the interaction. “Now.”

There’s that familiar tingle, the excitement beginning to build. You rise to your knees, pulling the skirt up over your hips and crawl to him, laying carefully over his lap.

“Jesus,” he gasps. A big, warm hand softly smoothes over a butt cheek. “This had to hurt.”

He’s never seen marks like this on you before. You got a good look this morning at the black and blue welts across most of your backside. You’ve been encouraging him, and in turn yourself, for more each time. A little harder, a few more strokes. Not only does it build the pleasure for you but you love the ache it leaves for days afterward.

“I like it.” You wiggle in his lap.

“Stay still.” This command is accompanied by a small, stinging smack to your left side that makes you yelp in surprise.

He slips into this mode so easily and it’s clearly where he’s most comfortable. When the two of you are occupying this space, there are clearly defined roles, dominant and submissive, and he doesn’t have to think. This part of Sam operates on autopilot. He’s still learning to navigate the waters of being in a relationship, and truth be told, so are you. You’ve only dated a few guys and even that doesn’t compare. Sam is in a league of his own and there are times when you feel the same pressure of doing everything the right way.

When the two of you are like this, everything is suddenly effortless. The way he speaks, touches, fucks, it’s all unadulterated instincts. You and Sam have a natural rhythm, unlike any connection you’ve experienced before.

Sam’s uncomfortable with the entire conversation.

His “relationship” with Toni ended a decade ago and even then it was nothing more than an easy way to get laid. They were both busy, focused on nurturing fledgling careers. Neither with time to meet or date someone new. So they fucked.

Toni was far too much of a control freak to ever let him be the dominant one. She had trouble letting go, giving in, and in the end Sam realized that was what he needed, more so than blowing his load a couple of times a week. It was only satisfying for those few seconds of his release and then the satisfaction melted away like water down a drain. By the time he got out of bed, he was itching for something more.

He broke it off, told her they were done and walked out of her apartment when she started to argue. It was years before he heard from her again. And when she walked back into his life he was different, their dynamic was different. It was all business and she’s damn good at what she does. So when she was in the market and looking to make a change, he made her an offer, and a salary, she couldn’t refuse.

He could see the levity drain from your face the moment he said the words. We were together for a period of time.

He wasn’t sure if he should say anything but he’d made a promise to be upfront, and he’d want to know if you had screwed some guy he was working with. But then that look washed over your face and his stomach dropped.

It’s not that you’re skittish, in fact, you’ve proven to be quite the opposite. But he’s already put you through more than any rational person should put up with and he’d prefer to keep you from more unpleasant details.

Then you asked if she knew about the details. Red-cheeked and embarrassed you found the wherewithal to ask despite your apprehension. Instant offense rose into his throat, but he held back. He does that with you, only with you, holds back the harsher responses he lets fly on everyone else.

All he wanted was to redirect the conversation and shifting the entire scenario was the best way he knew how.

Now you’re laid out over his lap, bare ass still black and blue as you try desperately not to wiggle. God, your ass. He loves this ass, in fact, he loves every inch of your body. Someday Sam intends to take you on a vacation somewhere tropical, secluded, and keep you naked for a whole week so he can look at you whenever he wants.

But this will do for now.

“Sam,” you whine, both legs flexing.

Your voice snaps him back into the moment. Who knows how long he was lost in his own thoughts, but the waiting is part of what turns you on, so it works to his advantage.

“Shhh.” He smacks one cheek with an open palm, lighter than he normally would. You’re sporting some serious bruises. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately, cheek pressed into the couch cushion.

Of course, you are. If he believed in fate he’d have to think you were made for each other. Sam needs control, now more than ever and you’re always willing to give it.

“I’m going to make you cum,” he explains, running a palm over your ass. “And that will be your last orgasm for a week. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mr. Winchester,” you whisper.

Jesus Christ. His cock throbs in his pants. Those words get him every fucking time.

“What do you want right now?” he asks. Moving his hand between your legs he strokes the tip of his thumb through your folds. He can feel the heat between your thighs before he even touches you. And then that wet slick inviting him inside.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your voice is fractured, a broken wheeze as you suck in a breath, vibrating at his touch.

He’d love to fuck you, but he won’t. Maybe later tonight, but not yet. He likes to make himself wait, the build up makes it even sweeter. Being inside, feeling your warm little body writhe and wriggle underneath him is a reward he only allows himself in moderation.

“You want me here?” He presses his thumb at the opening of your cunt and you moan, your entire body twisting across his lap.

“Yes, please!”

The best part about you is that there is no act. You don’t put on a show for him, you’re just as desperate as you sound.

“Not today,” he explains casually, swatting your ass.

“Fuck,” you groan, turning your head to rest on the other cheek. He can see your face, eyes squinched shut, mouth open as you struggle to stay in place.

“Control yourself,” he commands and you instantly stop squirming.

Sam grins, adjusting his hips underneath your weight. His erection is painful but this isn’t about him. This moment is about you and the ways he can make your body respond.

Dipping his thumb back into your slick, he rubs up and down between the lips of your pussy, the tip brushing your clit. You gasp and rock forward, mouth opening and closing. Once his thumb is coated in your own arousal he moves back up to your ass, pulling your cheeks apart and pressing his thumb at the tight ring of muscle.

He watches your face as he presses his thumb inside. Your body fights it at first but he just keeps the pressure until you open up and he pops inside. He normally uses more lubrication but you like the pain.

You groan, face twisting in pleasure and discomfort as he forces himself inside.

His reach is long enough that his other fingers can easily get to your clit and he begins to stroke up your dripping cunt and tapping your clit as his thumb moves in rhythm, in and out of your ass.

It’s an easy slide back and forth over your bud and your hips begin to move with his hand. He could tell you to stop, but he likes to watch you like this. Desperate to take more of whatever he’s got to give. Fuck. If this isn’t over soon he might cum in his pants.

“Sam,” you moan, eyes opening and closing, but seeing nothing. You’ve got that signature glassy-eyed stare you always get when you’re getting closer. “May I cum?”

“Yes,” he nearly chokes on his words. Shoving his thumb as deep as he can, he works your clit faster and harder. It’s not even thirty seconds before your orgasm takes over.

You let out a long, low moan as your ass tightens around his thumb and your empty cunt clutches around nothing. He loves watching you orgasm, he can see your body consumed in pleasure as you pulse and release again and again until you’re boneless, laying across his lap.

There’s no better feeling in the world than watching you like this.

Sam’s felt like this about one other person, but that was a long time ago. And he and Jess were kids. It didn’t feel like it at the time, but it’s true. That relationship and this thing with you are uncomparable.

He wants you all the time, he thinks about you obsessively and wonders when the universe is going to take it all away. You moan again and he slips back into the moment.

You’re soaked, glistening wet over your pussy and on his fingers. He pulls his hand away, fighting against the swelling lust.

Sam is finding less and less restraint when it comes to you.

“Fuck it,” he murmurs, sliding out from underneath you. Making a muffled sound you look back at him as he gets on his knees between your thighs. Sam watches, licking his lips as you raise your hips up and back toward him as an invitation. He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants in record time, yanking his dick from his underwear.

Fisting his cock, he takes another moment to admire you like this, belly down and presenting yourself like you want it as bad as he does. He’s so fucking hard he can barely stand it as he lines himself up and catches the head of his cock in your pussy. He slides forward in one quick thrust as your body opens up, stretching wide to take all of him inside.

His eyes roll back in his head as his balls rock forward. You’re hot taffy squeezing around his cock, sopping, practically on fire from your orgasm and gripping every inch of his shaft as he pulls outs, only to push back in. You whine and pant, twisting on his cock, shoving your body against him begging for more. Sam wants more too, he wants all of your body and mind and anything else you’re willing to give to him. He wants you warm and wet like this. He wants you calm and quiet when you’re lying next to him at night.

He knows he’s got a big dick but the way your cunt grips him, the sight of your stretched out pussy sliding up and down his length makes him feel twice as big.

“Sam,” you moan his name, lifting yourself up onto your forearms, thrusting backward into the shove of his hips. He grabs a fist full of your hair, admiring the way your back arches and the angle changes. “Fuck, Sam, right there!”

“You like that?” he asks, jaw clenched tight as he thrusts fast. “Want me to cum inside you?”

“Yes! Please!”

You’re close to another orgasm, he knows your body well enough to recognize the wind up. Your ass is making a familiar skin-on-skin smacking sound as it meets his hips, accompanied by the wet, squelch of your cunt taking his cock again and again and again.

“Don’t cum,” he instructs, feeling his balls go tight. He smacks your right butt cheek twice, two quick whaps that send you reeling. He doesn’t really give a shit if you cum, in fact he hopes you do. There’s nothing better than you trying to fight it off and end up cumming on his cock when you can’t hold it back anymore.

“I can’t,” you sputter, twisting your neck to try and look at him. “Oh god, please. I’m gonna-”

And then you cum for the second time that evening, sucking and squeezing around him. Your tight little cunt flutters around his dick and he pushes as far inside as he can get as he cums.

It always starts as warmth in his stomach and a tingling in his balls. It builds and builds and then explodes, pulsing through his veins while he empties inside you. He huffs, mouth sealed shut, deep breath in and out through his nose as he comes back down from the high.

You’re lying still underneath him, back rising and falling while you wait for him to join you. With both hands on your hips he pulls his cock back, nice and slow so he feels the crown drag along your walls one final time. The head pops free and he waits, watches, feeling overwhelming satisfaction when his cum trickles back out, creamy white dripping over your clit.

“Sorry,” you try to look back at him, face bright red. You want so badly to please him, to obey. “I couldn’t help it.”

Sam smiles, sitting up and tapping your side as an indication to roll over.

“Bad girl,” he grins, settling back between your thighs, leaning down for a kiss. Your hot breath and eager lips as you press upward, always wanting more of this more intimate connection. “You need to learn discipline,” he mumbles over your lips, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek.

“Good thing I have a dedicated teacher,” you laugh, thighs squeezing his waist and mouth finding his. You’re pressing up into his weight, wet pussy sliding over the skin just above the base of his cock. Everything about you is designed to distract him from the rest of the world. He wants to stay in this moment, to carry you to bed and get lost in the sweet smell of your hair and the warm, soft slide of your skin. But that’s not reality.

“I have a meeting.”

“Seriously?” You’re displeased, staring up at him.

“Drinks with senior staff.”

“With Toni?” you ask casually.

There is it. That hitch in your voice, left eye twitching, pupils contracting. You have a thousand tells despite the fact you consider yourself to have a solid poker face.

“Yes, she’ll be there,” he confirms, dipping down for one last kiss before peeling himself away, leaving you spread wide on his couch. He doesn’t want to look at you, can’t stand the line that forms in the center your forehead when you’re hurt and trying to conceal it. “I’m going to spend time with her while we’re here. It's unavoidable. And you’re going to work with her.”

“I know,” you sit up, that lazy wash of happiness draining away. “I just...I’m still processing the information that you two were lovers.”

“No,” Sam snorts, pulling his shirt over his head, and turning to face you. “Not lovers.”

“Fuck buddies,” you shrug, cheeks flushing a fresh shade of crimson.

“Is this a problem?” he asks, turning away and heading to the closet to find a fresh suit.

“No, it’s just, I don’t like it. I don’t have to like it. But I’m an adult and I’ll deal with it.” You’re mad at him, but it’s a valiant attempt at not letting it show.

If he weren’t so gun shy about being outed, he’d bring you with him. But you’ve made it clear you’re not ready for that yet and he understands. Being with him, publically, will change the entire trajectory of your life.

“I'll be back in a couple of hours.” He watches your back as you walk to the bathroom.

“Okay,” you raise a hand in acknowledgment without turning to look at him. “I hope you have a good time.”

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Control and Release - 15

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TEDTalk!Sam x Reader

Summary: With the rest of the staff caught in a snowstorm, you find yourself acting as a personal assistant to the notorious Sam Winchester.

Warnings: Dom/Sub, humiliation, embarrassment, sexual objectification, mutual masturbation, spanking, cum play, fingering, anal play, orgasm control, nipple clamps, dub-con, breath play.

This chapter contains descriptions of bondage, public sex, genital piercing, ownership, whipping, the question of consent, a detailed non-consensual fantasy and anal sex.

Beta: @ilikaicalie

Words: 4.2k

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Most Friday nights you’re chauffeured directly to Sam’s house, but tonight you went home after work in preparation for the “dinner party”.

You can hardly believe you’re going to meet Nick Luster, forget going to his house. Sam is rich beyond your imagination but Nick’s fortune dwarfs Sam’s tenfold.

Sam sent an outfit. You were nervous when you opened the box but it turned out to be nothing more than a strapless black dress that hugs your hips and showcases your breasts. There were no undergarments in his little care package and the dress has its own boning for support, so you take that as a clear instruction. He wants this dress to be the only thing you’ve got on.

“You’re quiet,” Sam observes as the car winds up a steep, tree-lined two-lane road.

“I’m nervous,” you admit, looking at where his hand is gripping your thigh. “This is out of my comfort zone.”

“It’s not exactly my cup of tea either,” he shrugs, glancing at his watch. “But who knows, you might see some things that interest you. There’s a lot of activities we haven’t tried.”

You shift in the seat, staring out the window as the car rounds a corner, revealing a massive house set up in the hills. There are thousands of twinkling lights flanking the driveway as you pull up to the main entrance. Sam gets out, offering you a hand and then tucks it over his arm as you walk toward the house.

Just inside the door is a metal detector. Sam steps to the side and a security guard ushers him around, as you are instructed to walk through it. It appears he’s above all this, but you certainly are not. Sam watches you stoically as you walk through the detector and then a man steps forward to pat you down. Once you’ve proven you’re not carrying anything on you, Sam directs you to an ornate table manned by a beautiful blonde who smiles wide as you approach.

“Mr. Winchester, it’s so good to see you again. You’re all set but your guest will have to sign a non-disclosure.”

“Really?” You turn to Sam, nerves stirring in your stomach.

“It’s nothing.” He leans in, one hand at the small of your back. “It’s just to ensure you won’t speak about anything you see or hear inside.”

The blonde leans forward, sliding an iPad and a stylus across the table. “Please sign here. Mr. Winchester is correct. I’m sure he’s explained everything. It simply states that you will not disclose any details of the night, such as any high profile guests you might encounter.”

“This is nothing new,” you mumble, bending over the table.

“Would you like a ribbon for your guest, or will she entertain this evening? Perhaps something more exotic?” The woman asks Sam, showing him a display case with ribbons of every color of the rainbow.

“Red,” Sam responds without pause.

“Here you go. I hope the two of you have a wonderful evening.” She hands him a silky red ribbon and moves her attention to the next guest.

“What is that?” you inquire as he ushers you further down the hall.

“Turn around.” He spins his finger as you turn your back to him. Reaching in front of you he places the ribbon around your neck and you lift your hair out of the way for him to tie it in place. “The color of the ribbons signify what you’re here for. White means available for use by anyone, no need to ask first. Many women here have multiple colors. White and yellow ribbons are a person who’s available for anal sex. You’ll see the whole spectrum tonight.”

“And red?” You touch the ribbon that’s fixed like a collar around your throat.

He turns you around, adjusting your hair as his eyes dart up from your neck. “Red means owned and unavailable.”

“Thank God,” you breathe and he chuckles, slipping a hand behind your back. “You won’t leave me alone here, will you?”

“No,” he snorts, his hand sliding over your hip. “Not tonight.”

At the end of the hall are two doors, twice normal height. They swing open as you approach and you enter what appears to an enormous solarium. There are the same twinkling lights from outside hung from the beams. The walkways and walls are lined with exotic plants.

The architecture is breathtaking but you immediately focus on two things. The first is a statuesque woman with the body of a goddess. She’s stark naked with tiny sliver clamps on her nipples, holding a tray of champagne.

There are several dozen people milling around. Some of the women are dressed like you, but others are in lingerie. One woman is wearing an array of ribbons around her neck and is completely nude save for a thin collar and a chain that's held by an older, portly man.

“Holy shit,” you whisper, unconsciously moving closer to Sam. “This is like...something out of a book.”

“This is just the appetizer,” he sighs, walking the two of you to the other side of the room. “You’re going to see a lot of new things tonight.”

You stay close, following him into the next room. There’s a long dinner table set up, big enough for fifty guests and in the middle are nude women laid out as the guests sit drinking and talking as if there’s nothing going on.

“I’d like a drink.” You speak up, trying to cover your nerves. All he has to do is raise a hand and a woman appears to take your order. In record time you're holding a double shot of vodka.

The lighting is dim and the crowd is milling around but you glimpse a scene in the corner of the room. There’s a man seated in an armchair, he’s smoking a cigar, head tipped back while a naked woman on her knees is enthusiastically sucking his cock.

“What do you think?” Sam asks, sipping a glass of what you assume is club soda.

“I think I’m definitely not an exhibitionist. I mean, I guess I am to some degree, but not like that.” You drink your vodka, unable to look away from the blow job in progress. “Is that something you would want?”

“I have no interest in an audience,” he quips, looking around.

“Sam Winchester!” A jovial voice announces from behind you. Turning you find none other than the gregarious Nick Luster standing in a bright orange velvet suit. He opens his arms as if he expects Sam to embrace him and shakes his head, closing his eyes in dramatic flare.

“Nick,” Sam smiles, offering a hand and Nick takes it with a vigorous shake.

“It’s so good to see you, my old friend!” Nick pats Sam on the shoulder, his eyes falling to you. “And who do you have here? A plus one? What a novelty...”

“This is Y/N,” Sam’s arm curls around your waist, pulling you forward and into his side at the same time. “Y/N, meet Nick.”

“It’s very nice to meet you.” You bow your head awkwardly, somewhat star stuck.

“It’s my pleasure,” his eyes fall over your body, cocking his head to the side. “Red? How boring.” He rolls his eyes. “You bring us this luscious little creature but you’re not willing to share? Disappointing.”

“No,” Sam’s eyes narrow, his fingers digging into your hip bone. “She’s mine.”

This environment is all about dominance, a room full of powerful men and submissive women. Sam’s making it clear where he falls on the food chain.

“Well, at least we get to admire her from afar.” He examines you one more time before calling over a server and receiving a fresh cocktail. “Follow me. This is just the fluff, the good stuff is downstairs.”

Nick leads the way, stopping to greet his guests as he moves through the crowd. The man has mastered showmanship, you’ll give him that.

“Sam,” you whisper, watching Nick with interest. “Is he...gay?”

“No, just flamboyant.” Sam gulps down his drink, setting the empty glass on a table and grabs your wrist to pull you along behind him.

The two of you follow Nick through the growing crowd and down two flights of stairs into what you assume used to be a vast, underground wine cellar.

To your right, there’s a woman strapped to a table. Her arms and legs are each in restraints and she’s blindfolded with a ball gag in her mouth. There’s a table beside her with all manner of toys laid out, dildos of varying sizes, clamps and whips. Multiple men surround her, groping her breasts and fingering her pussy.

“Did someone bring her here or is she part of Nick’s show?” you whisper unable to look away.

“It’s hard to say.” Sam watches for a moment, tilting his head before moving on.

The next sight you come upon is arguably the tamest thing you’ve seen all night. It’s a woman in lingerie sitting spread eagle in a chair. She has one hand inside her panties, touching herself as she moans and wiggles in pleasure.

A couple walks up beside you, the man is nothing special but the woman is gorgeous, tall and lithe, like something off a runway. You look at her neck, but she’s not wearing any ribbons.

“What about her?” Your interest is piqued. “She doesn’t have any colors.”

Sam leans down so that his lips brush at the shell of your ear and he speaks quietly. “That means anyone here is welcome to do anything they like to her. No limits.”

You shiver at the feel of his breath on your neck.

“What do no limits mean in a place like this?”

“I’m not sure you want to know,” Sam contends. “Things that would give you nightmares, I’m sure. Come on, let's keep moving.”

You walk on further coming to the next set up and gasp the moment you realize what you’re watching. There’s a woman bent over a sawhorse. Her arms around bound in front of her, her entire head is encased in some kind of mask. But what takes your breath away is the man whipping her without mercy. Her buttocks are striped with blood as he brings the leather down over her ass again and again. What’s most disturbing about the scene are her muffled screams from inside the hood.

“Can we move on please?” You turn your head away.

“Sure,” Sam doesn’t seem phased at all, that familiar arm around you, guiding you away.

You pass a woman who’s laid out on an examination table. Her feet are in stirrups and her hands in cuffs at her side. There’s a man with rubber gloves, pinching her nipple with what appears to be metal forceps as he holds up a long needle.

“Oh my God,” you breathe, watching in a combination of horror and fascination as the woman has her nipple pierced right before your eyes. She moans loudly, arms tugging at the restraints, hips squirming in place. It’s not a cry of pain, or rather not exclusively pain. There’s pleasure in this for her, you can tell by the way her body is writhing.

“She’s exquisite isn’t she?” Nick Luster is suddenly beside you, staring at the woman on the table, shaking his head in appreciation. “Watch this part.”

The man prepares her opposite nipple, clamping and then getting the needle ready. You watch, slinking into Sam’s side as her second nipple is pierced and she has what appears to be an orgasm at the same time. You’ve got an unobstructed view of her pussy as it tightens and contracts, her legs trying to close but the stirrups hold them in place.

You’re simultaneously uncomfortable, a little queasy, and slightly turned on all at the same time.

The man at the table moves between her legs bringing the forceps with him and you turn to look at Nick. “He’s going to…”

“Pierce her clit? Of course. It’s the cherry on top.” He grins, chuckling at your shocked expression. “Would you like to have a turn on the table? Pierre does great work, there are a half dozen women on the list for this evening but we can fit you in.”

“No,” you mutter, looking to Sam who’s watching the interaction between you and Nick with his trademark non-expression. “I don’t want to see this.”

“What a wholesome little thing she is.” Nick eyes you up and down as you feel Sam’s fingers close around your arm just above the elbow.

“Yes, she is. Please excuse us, Nick. We’ll be back in a while.”

“No worries,” he calls out with a shit eating grin. “Feel free to use anything you like!”

Sam pulls you down the far hallway that winds off, leaving the bustle of the party behind.

“Was all that…” you pause, searching for what you truly want to ask. “Consensual?”

“Of course,” Sam quips. “You like to be spanked, others have more extreme limits.”

You think about this, and how unphased he seems by everything you just witnessed. Things you’re going to think about for weeks to come, images that are seared into your brain.

“Are those things you want to do to me?” you ask, concerned that perhaps Sam’s expectations are far beyond anything you imagined.

“No.” He stops at a shut door at the end of the hallway, opening and ushering you inside before closing and locking it. You're in a huge, ornate bathroom, big enough that there’s a sitting area with two chairs and coffee table. He turns to you, reaching down to pull your dress up over your hips, exposing your bare pussy. “Sit here.” He backs you up until your naked ass meets the cold marble of the counter. “Spread your legs.”

“But there are other things you want?” You dig deeper, watching as he wanders to the chair and takes a seat, his eyes locked on you. You follow up the question by hopping on the edge of the sink, lifting your knees to open your legs for him.

“I have no interest in inflicting pain on you if you’re not getting pleasure from it.” Sam clarifies, palming his cock through his pants. He’s hard, thick and bulging through his slacks.

“But it turned you on?” you ask, watching him watch you.

“Some of it,” he clarifies, unbuckling his belt, sliding down his zipper and taking his cock into his hand. “You liked it too.”

His eyes drop to your pussy and you touch yourself lightly in confirmation. It’s true, you’re wet. Blushing you bite your lower lip, watching him stroke himself.

“I think it’s the idea of those things that I like. I’d never want you to actually fuck me in front of someone else, or hurt me like that...but I enjoy the fantasy of it.”

“Touch yourself, rub your clit,” he instructs, lazily stroking his cock as if you aren’t in a bathroom at Nick Lusters house.

You do as he says, using your middle finger to gently stroke your own clit, wiggling from side to side and moaning softly. He was right, you are turned on, more than you care to admit.

“I could make you suck my cock in from of them,” Sam offers, his voice low with self-restraint. You look up, blinking as you stare him down. “I could march you back out there, tell you to get on your knees and choke on my dick. And you’d do it, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” you nod, mouth opening in a soft gasp at the thought of that kind of humiliation.

“Did you see anything out there you do want to try?” he asks, his gaze never leaving where your fingers are working between your shaking thighs.

“The restraints,” you admit, dipping a finger into your own slick. “The cuffs, I’d be okay with you tying me up like that. And the ball gag, you have one but we haven’t used it.”

“I’ll make both those things happen.” His eyes flick up for a moment, watching as your face twists in pleasure. “I want you to tell me one of your fantasies. Something you’re embarrassed by. A fantasy that you’ve never admitted to anyone.”

Despite the fact that you’re masturbating in front of him, the concept of admitting your deepest desire makes your whole body flush with shame. But the moment the command leaves his mouth you’re already sure of what you’ll share.

“There’s one thing I think about…” you shift, starting to become uncomfortable with the position.

“Come here,” Sam gives his cock a final tug, patting his knee.

You shudder, pulling your hand away from yourself and nearly stumbling across the room. When you try to crawl into his lap, he stops you. Two wide hands curl around your hips, turn you around and ease you backwards onto his lap.

“Up,” he grabs his cock as you lift yourself up, notching the head in your pussy. “Take it all.”

“Fuck,” you whimper, sinking down until he’s inside you to the root. Your legs are bent and he slides a hand under each knee, forcing your legs to fall lax on either side of his. There’s no leverage like this, all your weight is keeping you impaled on his cock. One of his hands curls around your chest, urging you to lean back until your head is resting on his left shoulder, his jaw against your temple.

“Just like this,” he murmurs, one hand sliding inside your dress to grab your breast, the other sliding over your belly as he starts to make soft, slow circles around your clit.

“Shit, Sam,” you wriggle, feeling the head of his cock right on the edge of too deep.

“Now, tell me about your fantasy.”

Fuck. You take a breath, trying to think while you’re stuffed full of dick and he’s methodically rubbing your bud.

“I imagine that I’ve done something that makes you mad,” you start, your entire face burning hot, thankful he can’t see it. “You’re so angry and you grab me hard enough that it hurts. We’re in the living room, or the kitchen when it starts, and you grab my hair and walk me down the hall to the bedroom with my arms pinned behind my back.”

“How hard am I pulling your hair?” he asks, his jaw moving against the side of your face as he speaks.

“Hard, it excruciating.” You nod. Sam begins to slide two fingers along either side of your clit, pressing slowly together and you whimper, tightening around his cock.

“Continue.”

“When we get to the bedroom you force me onto the ground and tear my clothes off.”

“Are you scared?”

“Yes, I’m scared because you’re so rough but I’m turned on by it too. It’s making me wet and I’m ashamed that you’re going to find out..”

“Keep going,” he urges, dipping his fingers into the slick of your cunt and going back to stroking your clit with the long, even press of his fingers.

“You force me onto my belly. At one point I try to fight you, but I can’t because you’re too strong. Then you spank me. It’s brutal, harder than you ever have before and I’m crying it hurts so bad. But then you check my pussy and find out I’m really wet. That makes you even more upset.”

“Why?” he inquires gently, his unassuming tone the polar opposite of the fantasy you’re describing to him.

“Because you tell me that I deserve to punished and I’m not supposed to enjoy my punishment. You call me names, a whore, a slut. And then…” You stop, moaning loudly as he grazes directly over your clit. “Then you make me ask you to fuck me up the ass.”

“Do I?”

“Yes. It’s painful. You make me take your cock so deep. I beg you to stop, but you won’t, because I need to learn my lesson.”

“When you’re begging me to stop, do you really want me to?” he whispers, gently pinching your clit.

“No,” you pant, feeling the stretch of his cock in your pussy. “I like it when it hurts. I enjoy it even though I don’t want to. When you cum in ass, I cum too. I try to stop it but I can’t.”

“What happens then?” he inquires, squeezing your breast with his free hand.

“Nothing, that’s when I cum in the fantasy and it’s over.”

He chuckles, shifting under and inside you, making you rock forward.

“Sam,” you start, breathing picking up as his finger moves faster over your clit. “You know that I don’t-”

“Do I understand that you don’t really want me to hurt you or fuck you without your consent? Of course. That’s why it’s a fantasy,” he explains, turning his head to nip at your jaw. “You have to enjoy it, for me to enjoy it. It’s why you’re perfect for our arrangement. We have the same preferences and the same limits.”

“God,” you squirm, feeling the heat of his body behind you. His cock feels unfathomably thick tonight and he’s working your slit faster now, his touch growing insistent. “You’re gonna make me cum like this.”

“No, you’re not,” he corrects you, his fingers still moving causing you delicious torture. “What’s the rule for this weekend?”

You whimper, your fingers curling into the arms of the chair. “I can’t have an orgasm unless I have your cum in my mouth.”

“And do you have my cum in your mouth?”

“No,” you confirm, clit throbbing with each heartbeat.

“That’s right,” he scolds, pulling his hand away right before giving your pussy a nasty slap that makes you yelp. “And right now I want to cum in this warm, tight little pussy. Doesn’t look like you’re cumming any time soon. Get up. I’m going to fuck you.”

He practically lifts you off his dick. You stand up on shaky legs, feeling him behind you. He bends you forward until your palms meet the coffee table. He slaps your thighs apart, widening your stance, then slides his cock back into your pussy and fucks you fast and hard.

“Oh my god,” you moan, biting your lip to keep from screaming. At least you can’t cum like this. While it feels amazing there’s nothing touching your clit and the angle isn’t right for your own pleasure, so you enjoy the sensation of him taking you for what it is.

It's only a few minutes before he speeds up to a fever pitch. There’s the wet sound of your pussy taking his cock and the smack of his hips meeting your ass. His breath goes choppy, he thrusts harder and faster and then he cums with a long, low grunt. Your hips hurt where his fingers dig into flesh, holding on for dear life as he spills inside you, spurting thick until he’s finally satisfied.

“Fuck,” he heaves, both hands grabbing your butt cheeks. “Shit, that was good.” He slowly pulls out, standing back to get a good look at you before removing his hands. You start to stand up, but he places a hand on your lower back to keep you in place. “Don’t move. You’re a mess.”

Bent over the coffee table with his load running your thighs, you watch as he moves to the sink to get a towel and wipe his cock off. Then he rinses it out, and coming back to you, moves behind you to clean your thighs and aching sex. Once you’re clean he reaches back between your legs, thumb pressing lightly over your clit several times before he’s done.

“Stand up.” His hand curls around your bicep, helping you into a standing position. Then he crouches down to pull your dress back into place. When he stands up he gets one look at your face and chuckles, walking you to the mirror.

You look like you’ve been fucked six ways from Sunday. Your hair is a mess, eyes watering and lips swollen from biting into them. You’re sweating, cheeks flushed and still breathing fast.

There’s no mistaking what’s just happened to you. Everyone will know.

“I guess this is the one place we don’t have to worry about someone knowing I fucked you in the bathroom.” He grins, standing tall behind you, admiring his handiwork. “How do you feel?”

“Horny,” you admit, pressing your lips together as you turn to face him. “Are you sure you don’t want a blow job? Because I’d really like an orgasm.”

He laughs out loud, a genuine smile overtaking his face.

“You’re going to have to wait.” Reaching out he places a hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. “There’s still more of the party and I haven’t decided when I’m going to end your misery.”

“Well, that’s comforting,” you snort, grinning despite the fact your entire body is vibrating.

He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear, finding your eyes with his. “Come on, let’s get you another drink and find Nick before he comes looking for us.”

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