#all for the debauchery

[allfortheslay25]

Bestie, your brain 👌👌👌 i love all of your aftg au's, mermaid and omegaverse especially. Any headcanons or other things you wish people would ask but haven't/generally be willing to share? Hope you're doing well 💜

Another au from the secret stash!

All for the Cult

I hid this one cuz I’m afraid it’d be controversial and up until this week, I hadn’t even shared it with my sister

I actually am writing a fic for it but the fic will not be published until it is completed. I don’t want to risk leaving it in the public on a hiatus so it’s safe with me until I can finish all the chapters

Basically instead of exy as the base of AFTG, it’s bastardized religion. Exy technically exists but instead of Tetsuji continuing Kayleigh and his pet project, he turns to forming a cult. Exy ends up being a dying sport no one really cares about unless it’s Kevin Day who still plays on the side of his true passion, communing with God.

Neil was a human sacrifice raised for slaughter until his mom took him and ran. Homeless and with no way out, Neil joins Wymack’s staff at his wayward home/church where junkies and sob stories go for their last second chance. No one actually has to pray to god or believe in the Bible’s teachings to work there as it is not a standard church and more like a theater than anything

The more kids Wymack recruits, the longer he gets to keep his church and program at the school

(Also side note but I was doing the comic of andreil but forgot my house looks like a Catholic Church threw up in it so I got awkward and couldn’t finish it)(oh and my sister renamed it all for the debauchery cuz she got to read the altar scene lol)

Key points and fun facts of this au:

- the Ravens are a cult cult instead of a sports cult

- Riko is obsessed with his holy trinity (perfect court)

- The Moriyamas are still a crime unit but Nathan is sort of a satanist on the side (Would like to say mass majority of satanists are not evil or bad, Nathan just is)

- Neil was born as a sacrifice. Mary took him and ran tho before the ritual

- The Foxes are ppl from broken pasts who work at Wymack’s church for scholarship/community service.

- Wymack’s church isn’t a standard catholic kind. He has his own unique spin on it so even those who aren’t religious can still work there. Campus students attend the services to watch the plays, hear the readings, listen to the choir, and some even use the confession box. Some even go to donate as the Foxes are connected to a bunch of charities

- Andrew is not a real priest. The cousins were apprentices for Luther for a couple years to get him off their backs. Because of his experience and eidetic memory, Wymack has Andrew do scripture readings and other tasks. In return, Andrew gets to be off the meds the entire time of mass

- the Foxes attend classes and work shifts at the church in their free time. If they flunk classes or skip church, their scholarship is revoked

- all of the Foxes live in the upstairs rooms above the church

- When Andrew first met Luther, Luther promised to take care of the Cass situation as long as Andrew gave God a try. Andrew only agreed to read the Bible and took Nicky’s since the Hemmicks were worried he’d vandalize a new one. Andrew thought it was a good read but mostly was humored by all of Nicky’s annotations

- Andrew doesn’t care about religion enough to hate it so he’s fine chilling around and hearing the preaching

- When Neil goes to the nest, he agrees to spend those weeks in Riko’s church where he’s ofc tortured. Riko no longer has the desire to sacrifice Neil as long as Neil joins his cult

- Renee holds a Bible study on Sunday evenings and Saturdays so weekends are Andrews days off

- Lots of their readings are done performatively with music, spoken word poetry, or with their own unique spins/translations of the text. (Every mass always starts with a disclaimer that what is being said/shown is their interpretation and not to be taken as the honest god given truth)

- whenever they raise enough money or supplies, the foxes celebrate by getting wasted; Wymack’s treat

- Betsy is still there for mandatory therapy sessions since the point of the scholarship is to rehabilitate troubled youth

- Abby is Wymack’s assistant but she also is a part time nurse

[bull-shit-suji]

hi okay continuation of my dadbastian spiel because i was rereading EW and needed to add thoughts.

originally i was working off sebastian's actions in later chapters to justify his discomposure during EW in a like "well shit hit the fan and now he's cranking up what i Believe to be dad vibes" way but i didn't have a lot of evidence from the arc itself to back up that specific correlation.

turns out i'm an idiot because look. come here. we get a couple of master-servant parallels to sebastian and ciel (angi/soma, claude/alois if you count the anime) but do you know. Do You Know what parallel we get in EW, the arc in which sebastian finally acknowledges the flaws in his current mode of manipulation?

oh yeah for sure. just a soldier, who was trained to be a ruthless killer and in no way expected to end up raising a child, coming to love that child so dearly he abandons his directive. the literal. father-daughter duo of the century.

look me in the eye. the chapter in which sieglinde forgives wolfram, aka the source of the latter panel's embrace, is literally. Titled. "That Butler, Listening Intently." go read the chapter for yourself and tell me exactly what the fuck sebastian was Listening Intently to if not the sickening display of parental adoration going down a few rooms over. learning from it so he might begin to adopt the persona for himself.

wait i'm not done. smack in the middle of the arc is a chapter 99.5, a mini story wherein sebastian tends to a recovering ciel in the aftermath of BOC. except! the soup he brings ciel is of the very same recipe once prepared by vincent for rachel, who had fallen ill, with the help of what we now know was r!ciel, inspiring o!ciel to VOLUNTARILY tell the story.

yana's deceptive framing makes this slightly hard to follow But, given the knowledge we have now, it's safe to say o!ciel was also sick in this memory. so. so tell me what the purpose of randomly throwing a blatant parallel between vincent, his FATHERRRR, and sebastian, wherein they both tended to his illness, both made him the same FUCKING meal, right into the beginning of EW's climax. interrupting the action to say "hey! remember that time sebastian accidentally cooked this kid the soup of fatherly love and fond memories? that was crazy. anyways"

i'm gonna be sick. also honorable mention for EW being one of the few arcs in which sebastian bathes ciel and endearingly pokes fun at his height. which could mean nothing.

[lilithschosen]

Bratty Rio testing how far she can push Agatha’s patience before she gets her shit absolutely rocked. Which is, of course, the whole point.

happy hockey playoffs (none of my teams are in the playoffs, NHL or PWHL lmao)

words: 2.7k why can't i write fewer words t-t

(anal, squirting strap, slapping, Agatha's kinda mean, free use? i guess, degradation a bit. Rio fucks around and finds out)

Hockey playoffs have always been a stressful time in the house. Agatha was frustrated waking up at the alarm and stayed frustrated all day. Grumbling under her breath about the goalie, the potential lineups, and the coach any time she thought about the team.

Rio knew better than to ask her anything, let alone about the series. She also knew better than to poke the bear.

She doesn't exactly enjoy hockey, but enjoys watching along with Agatha since the sport meant so much to her. So she sits, curled up with her legs underneath her and her head against Agatha's arm while she absentmindedly runs her hands against Agatha's jersey. She traces the stitching of the logo, laughing when Agatha guffaws and shouts as if she would be heard by the coaching staff.

Her hands move up, palming at Agatha's chest through the hockey jersey only to be shrugged off and mumbled at.

Rio takes her hands back, instead placing them on Agatha's thigh and sighing dramatically with no reaction from her girlfriend.

She sucks air through her teeth, lightly chewing at the inside of her mouth until her mind wanders, and she's pressing her thighs together at the realization she was disastrously empty.

Her eyes fall to Agatha's crotch, the black slacks she still wore from work raised under the zipper with a noticeable bulge. Rio wets her lips, throat bobbing at the loud, rampant thoughts bombarding her.

Agatha's hands holding her hair back as she thrusts the strap into her throat, gagging on the length while her eyes fill with tears.

Agatha bending her over the arm of the couch, teasing the tip of the toy through her folds until she's begging for it.

Her sat on Agatha's lap, back against her chest, with her strong hands kneading her tits while she has Agatha's strap so deep inside of her she feels it in her stomach.

Rio's eyes unfocus on the television screen, her clit throbs against her underwear now stuck to her from arousal.

"That's a soft fucking call!" Agatha shouts, pulling Rio from her dirty thoughts, "You're throwing him in the box for nothing!"

Rio chuckles, squeezing Agatha's thigh. "It'll be fine, babe. They'll kill it, or whatever."

Agatha gives a brief lopsided smile, leaning towards Rio to tap the side of her head against Rio's affectionately. "You got something right. Guess I'm rubbing off on you."

"You could be rubbing something if the game wasn't on."

Agatha rolls her eyes, sitting back against the couch with her legs spread and beer bottle in hand as the game continues.

Rio frowns at the lack of reaction, hoping to have pushed her a little bit for some contact but was denied.

Her hand still remains on Agatha's thigh, not brushed off just yet. She flicks her tongue into the side of her cheek, mulling over the next move.

Nimble fingers slink between Agatha's legs, pulling down the zipper of Agatha's slacks, grinning fully when she catches her in the act and grips her wrist. She can feel the bulge of the toy just underneath the fabric, so close to touching the silicone through the small opening now the teeth of the zipper are apart.

"The game is on," her eyes don't flick from the screen, never blinking, "I told you once they win, I'll give you my full attention."

"But that'll take forever."

Agatha barks a laugh, only turning to face her during a commercial. "You're a big girl, you can figure it out."

Her fingers loosen against Rio's wrist and Rio pulls her hand back, soothing the sore skin from the hold Agatha had on her. She shakes out her hand but remains holding herself against Agatha's side.

The commercial ends while Agatha smirks briefly, patting Rio's bare knee. She keeps her hand there, just underneath the hem of her shorts. Rio whines, quietly more for herself but Agatha hears it.

Removing her hand, she tugs at her slacks in an innocent enough display to remove the uncomfortable bunching between her legs, but to Rio all she can focus on is how close Agatha's hand is to her strap.

"Come on, boys," Agatha barks, sitting forward on the couch and adjusts the bulge in her pants before clasping her hands together and lets them fall between her parted knees. "Breakaway goal off this, I'm feeling it."

Rio huffs in annoyance as Agatha quickly becomes engrossed in the game. She eyes the time on the clock, noting the third period had just started. Another fifteen minutes of game time until Agatha would be able to give her attention.

Her cunt aches, fully aware of how she's soaked through her underwear just from the thoughts of what Agatha could be doing to her instead of watching her game.

Suddenly the camera drags across the rink and the buzzer sounds and Agatha shouts in anger. "Fuck!"

Rio blinks at the bright graphic on the screen. The other team scored, now leading with 3 points while Agatha's team has zero.

"You'd be better off turning it off, babe."

Agatha's head snaps to Rio, eyes dark. Her upper lip pulls back, baring her teeth in a snarl. "I don't wanna hear another word out of your mouth until the game's over."

Rio can't help the smile that slowly starts. The corners of her mouth lifting, eyes twinkling with her mischief while Agatha's nostrils flare. She grins, biting down on her bottom lip to try and suppress the pure giddiness making its way to the surface.

Agatha seethes, twisting her head up and to the side to crack her neck. She rolls her shoulders back, popping the button to her slacks and shoving her hand underneath them.

"Take your shorts off, brat."

Rio's eyes widen, electricity shooting through her veins directly to her core. Her goading worked.

She jumps up from the couch, wiggling her shorts and underwear down and stands in front of Agatha while the woman yanks the toy out from her pants and pumps her hand up from the base up to the head. She squeezes the tip and white, silky lubricant dribbles out from it.

"Oh, fuck."

Agatha doesn't react, instead rubs the lube along the shaft with unblinking, cold eyes. "Turn around, sit in my lap."

Rio spins on her heels, briefly catching a glimpse of the game still on but neither of them focused on it. She purses her lips in pride before she feels Agatha's rough hands grip onto her hips and force her backwards. The toy jabs her entrance, threatening to enter, and she inhales a sharp gasp at the sensation, only for Agatha to force the toy away and click her tongue.

"You thought you'd get your way, didn't you?" She pinches Rio's hardened nipple through her shirt, "Did you forget who is in charge, baby?"

Rio whimpers while Agatha twists and tugs at her nipple, shaking her head in response.

"Tell me."

Agatha slaps the underside of Rio's breast with the tips of her fingers. Rio gasps in shock from the action, the stinging flesh reminding her it happened for a beat. "You're in charge!"

Agatha chuckles against Rio's neck, the bridge of her nose nudging against Rio's jaw. "Keep saying it."

She holds the toy at the base, tilting it back before she slaps the silicone shaft against Rio's wet cunt. Rio groans, rolling her hips in a circle to rub her clit against it.

"You're in charge, daddy!"

Agatha sinks her teeth into Rio's throat, biting down as she slaps the toy against her cunt again. She laughs, her tongue soothing at the indents she left in Rio's skin before pulling back.

"I was gonna take it easy on you tonight after getting pissed off at my shitty team playing like drunk toddlers," she rasps, voice thick with a saccharine sweetness. The hand on Rio's breast slithers down the front of her torso toward the apex of her thighs. "But now? I need to take it out on you."

Rio's eyes roll into the back of her head, leaning back on Agatha's shoulders. "Please, baby. Use me."

"I was gonna take it easy on you tonight after getting pissed off at my shitty team playing like drunk toddlers," she rasps, voice thick with a saccharine sweetness. The hand on Rio's breast slithers down the front of her torso toward the apex of her thighs. "But now? I need to take it out on you."

Rio's eyes roll into the back of her head, leaning back on Agatha's shoulders. "Please, baby. Use me."

Agatha feels herself pulling out of the moment, the rolling thunder of her frustration and anger subsiding at the words. She stops her hand on Rio's pubic bone, instead picking it up to take Rio's chin between her forefinger and thumb.

Guiding it to lock eyes with Rio, she squeezes at her chin. "Do you mean it?"

Rio's eyes focus on Agatha, recognizing the sincerity. The brain fog lifts, wetting her lips.

"Yes, Aggie," the nickname makes Agatha smirk, her heart skipping a beat in her chest. "I know what to say when I'm in over my head. I want you to use me."

She leans in toward Agatha's face, hesitating as their lips hover before finally pressing them together in a sweet but brief kiss. Agatha breaks it first, smiling while her hand drops from Rio's chin and wraps around her throat.

"Good girl."

Agatha's fingers dig into the sides of her throat, squeezing at the sides. Rio's eyes flutter, lids threatening to close as the vein in her throat pulses from the restrictive blood flow. Agatha watches with a wicked amusement before she drops her hand and hooks it underneath Rio's knee.

"Haven't fucked your ass in a while," she works her hand up the silicone cock, squeezing the tip as the silky lube bubbles out of the opening at the top, "I wanna see what it looks like filled with my cum."

She tilts the toy down and tugs Rio's leg up, bending it at her knee as she holds it as far back as she can manage. Rio struggles to copy with her other leg, knees by her ears, while she blushes bright red at the compromising position.

Agatha pouts, moving the toy back past her entrance to her other hole. "What's wrong, hon? Don't like it when daddy folds you in half?"

Rio shakes her head, straining to look down at her body to watch what Agatha does with the toy.

"Don't worry," Agatha presses the tip against the tight ring of muscles, "I know you can take it, can take me. Just relax, let daddy take what he wants."

Rio exhales slowly through her mouth, trying to relax her body as she was told. The fullness of just the tip of the toy has her tensing, balling her hands into fists. Agatha eases the head in and out, able to slip further in by a few centimeters until Rio's ass takes it.

"God," Agatha groans, head dropping to Rio's shoulder. Her mind swims with the thoughts of how Rio's tight ass would feel around her cock if it were real. "Your slutty hole takes it so easily, I didn't have to stretch you first."

Rio clenches her internal muscles, feeling full but not in the spot she's used to. She whines, sinking down into Agatha's strap further until she's about halfway down on it.

"That's it," Agatha thrusts the toy out then back in slowly, letting Rio adjust to it. "How's it feel, sweet thing? Daddy deep in your ass while your soaked pussy has nothing."

Agatha forces more into Rio's ass, nearly sheathing the full, thick toy inside her hole. Rio can only gasp, eyes snapping open with each inch. She pushes herself down until her ass meets Agatha's harness.

"So much," she pants, unable to control herself, "I-I can't? I can't think?"

The questions tumbling out, speaking her thoughts while Agatha lifts Rio up by the back of her knees-up off the toy fully. "Beg for it."

She wants it.

She needs it.

Rio wipes at her chin, drool having spilled out from her mouth as she keeps panting. The emptiness of her other hole overwhelms her and she whines.

"Daddy," her voice high-pitched and desperate, "Please. Please fuck me, fill me, cum in me. I need it."

Agatha teases the tip of the dildo into Rio's ass again, smug with her power.

Rio mewls at it, the fullness but not enough. "Please?"

Agatha sheaths the full length of the toy into Rio's hole again, rutting up into her as she starts to fuck her. The slow, agonizing drawing out of the toy added with the equally torturous filling of her ass has her cunt spasming around nothing. The deep throb inside of her needing something, anything to bring her to her climax.

“I forgot how you feel,” Agatha drags her teeth against her bottom teeth and smiles. It's deep, the phantom feeling at the base of her spine that connects to her clit when she fucks Rio. “Gonna load you up, baby. Keep still for me.”

She lets Rio sink onto the toy, holding her knees up as she thrusts up at the same time. Rio sputters, choking on her saliva on the impact. Her legs flail, the awkward position of Agatha holding her causing her to try and steady but find nothing to hold.

“Take it,” she growls, “Take all of my cock.”

Rio breathes through her clenched jaw and relents to Agatha. She increases her pace, hand dropping from one of Rio’s legs to reach for the syringe stuffed in her slacks still. She knew she should've kept the bottle of the cum lube close, wanting to make sure Rio was adequately filled after this.

She grips the black plastic syringe, thumb holding onto the translucent plunger as she increases her pace. Agatha angles her head to the side, pressing her thumb down ever so slightly to let the silky lube ooze out of the toy buried in Rio’s ass.

Rio’s jaw drops, eyes pinching shut while Agatha continues her onslaught.

Agatha drops Rio’s other leg, letting her drop down in her lap. She laughs under her breath, rocking her hips forward and up while the phantom limb between her legs throbs inside of her girlfriend.

“I'm close, hon,” her knuckles turn white with the grip she has on the plunger, “So tight around me like this, you're gonna feel my dick for days."

Rio digs her fingernails into Agatha’s thighs, feeling her own orgasm building and building. Incoherent and sloppy, she presses her back against Agatha's chest and moans a jumble of consonants. The logo of Agatha’s jersey scrapes against Rio’s shirt as she's thrusted up and down.

“So close, gonna cum-.”

Rio screams again, the sound starting loud until it trickles off while Agatha slowly presses on the plunger and keeps her hips slamming into Rio. She stutters in her movements, no longer drawing the toy out fully but halfway.

Stars burst behind her suddenly clenched eyes, her orgasm taking over. She slams the rest of the way down on the plunger with her thumb, choking for air while shooting the lube deep into Rio’s body.

Rio’s body twitches rigidly, locked limbs contorting together in a jerking motion. She feels her cunt spasming, her pleasure spilling out and coating Agatha’s lap in the process.

The toy moves easier from the added lubricant coating the inner walls of her backside, Agatha has to stop herself through her blurred vision to not quickly pull out.

A reassuring hand is gently placed on Rio’s hip, her head rolling into Agatha's neck with a tiny grumble while her legs close and press tightly together.

“I know,” Agatha’s raspy chuckle makes her ache for more. “I gotta get you cleaned up.”

Rio pouts. “Don't wanna."

Agatha rolls her eyes, tapping her hip. “I'd rather fall asleep inside you in our bed, fully naked. Not this mess. Besides, games over and we lost.”

“No more hockey?”

Agatha clicks her tongue, pursing her lips.

“Not ‘til next year.”

Rio’s eyes open a crack, looking up with a small smile on her face. “Victory has always been mine.”

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

LUCKITTY-CAT!

❤︎ a multistep guide for adisorn to help you a new cat adjust to their new lifestyle. ❤︎ adisorn moore x gn reader ❤︎ wc: 2k ❤︎ content warning(s): yandere, kidnapping, one (1) mention of blood, petplay (not in the sexual sense)/adisorn treats you like a cat, written before full game release/based on adisorn as portrayed in the free demo ❤︎ adisorn moore is from the game online obsession being developed by sourmiiiilk

Prepare space for the cat beforehand.

This was arguably the easiest step for Adisorn Moore. Thanks to the excuse that he was moving in, no one batted an eye about him buying all sorts of locks, security measures, and a truckload of otherwise pretty suspicious material. He did have to do a couple laps around his new place to decide which of the rooms was best to keep you in.

His bedroom was tempting, but he doubted that he could get much done if he had to potentially fight you each time he wanted to sleep or get a change of clothes. However, he did like the idea of being able to eventually get you into his bedroom, to spend time closer to you and with you. Maybe if you settled in nicely enough, he could use the idea of his warm bed as a potential reward for your good behavior.

The bathroom would be a good choice to ensure that exits and entryways were tightly secured, but he also didn’t want to have to give up the comfort of his bathroom just yet. Besides, the bathroom offered just too many outlets for you to make drastic choices, and he didn’t want you thinking you could take the easy way out after all the hard work he’s put in.

The kitchen was easy to eliminate, so that left Adisorn with his guest bedroom. He didn’t have to do much to prepare the room. A few contractors and a bit of money was all it took to eliminate the single glass window, and a few YouTube tutorials gave him good insight into how to replace the locks on the door. All he had left was to set up some cameras and keep the room’s furnishings to a minimum, and he had the perfect set up for a new cat to pick up.

He doesn’t like that the room looks so barren. It’s the perfect antithesis to just how vibrant and rich you were as a person, but at the same time, Adisorn understands that sometimes he has to take the extremes in order to get what he wants.

He’s sure with time that you’ll come around to understand him.

You always have.

2. Provide enrichment for your cat. 

The first few weeks were the worst. If only you knew how much it broke Adisorn’s heart to have to wear you down like this. He never expected this whole ordeal to be easy, but knowing it and actually carrying the deed out were two completely different things.

You tried every trick in your book to win back your freedom. 

He stood on the other side of the door as you bargained with him. You begged, pleaded, cried, screamed, groveled until your voice went hoarse. Of course, your freedom wasn’t something he was willing to negotiate with you in the first place, but you were desperate. You needed to try everything you knew. Nothing was too sacred or too profane to yell out. Day in and day out, you’d hurl curses and praise at him, trying to find any weak point in his mind to wedge yourself into so that you could somehow do something. Anything. 

You offered up money. You swore that you would never tell the authorities if he just let you go. You threatened him, saying that it was just a matter of time before your family and friends would figure out you had gone missing and then everyone would be hot on his trail.

When that didn’t work, you turned to more physical methods. He could hear you grasping at the walls, slamming your fists against the concrete in hopes of finding a weak point that might let out just enough to let you escape. You’d scratch like a real cat at the door until you’d bleed, evident by the dried crimson droplets Adisorn would discover underneath the crack of your door. You’d fight him whenever he’d come around to let you wash up or to drop off food, biting and screaming and clawing and crying like a wounded animal at death’s doorstep not quite yet ready to have its life snuffed out entirely. 

It wasn’t worth trying to rationalize anything to you at this stage. He just had to wait it out. You were smart, and soon enough, you’d realize that there really was nothing you could do to help yourself. No one was coming to save you, you were too weak to find a way to break out or overpower Adisorn, and all you had left to depend on for your own well-being was him.

Sure, Adisorn was to be feared and hated, but the one thing worse than Adisorn right now was to not even have him at all. The dread would settle in with time, as long hours would net you nothing but a sense of hopelessness that you couldn’t quell on your own. 

And at that point, Adisorn was more than happy to welcome you with open arms and a faux apologetic smile.

After all, even seeing him for a little bit was a big upgrade than being left all alone in a starkly empty room with nothing but your panicked thoughts. 

3. Perform regular grooming and care.

It took him a while to trust you to be left to your own devices. Even with him breaking down your immediate walls, you still had enough fight left in you that he couldn’t fully let his guard down. You would turn anything—from an old toothbrush to a ragged comb—into an opportunity. 

Adisorn detested having to treat you like this. He fell for you because you were so capable and kind, so empathetic of everything he did, so the last thing he wanted to do was strip you down to nothing but a shell of yourself and have to take care of you like you were a doll. It wasn’t an easy line to balance by any means, but with enough trial and error, reward and punishment, he was able to drill some semblance of a routine into you.

You no longer tried to scratch his eyes out whenever he let you out to brush your teeth and wash your face. You no longer tried to twist the towels in the bathroom into something to strangle Adisorn with. You no longer tried to steal the parts of the toilet in hopes of using it as a weapon.

It was almost domestic after a while. You’d stand next to him, eyes bloodshot, and brush your teeth at the same time he did. He always made sure to pick out toothbrushes with your favorite colors, and Adisorn would even ask you every now and then if you wanted him to change the color. 

He did his best to let you out for hygiene at the same time every day, and as the weeks and months bled by, your expressions of rage, disbelief, and disdain quickly turned into that of anticipation and almost a kind of longing. 

Like you had missed his presence.

4. Allow for exploration and play.

How much time had passed since the fateful day that he had snatched you up all for himself? The numbers, the pain, the tears and struggle were nothing now that he had you where he wanted. He could vividly recall the excitement he had felt when he first moved in, scanning his entire apartment to decide where he wanted to keep you and just how good it would feel to slowly open you up to the other sectors of his abode.

And finally, that day came. 

He didn’t miss the way your eyes would widen when you first stepped into his spacious bedroom. Your gaze fell over all of his belongings: his closet filled with all kinds of clothes, a big bed with soft pillows and matching sheets, walls that weren’t a drab shade of soulsucking grey, and the occasional bit of StarBlitz merchandise. 

You must have missed having your own bedroom. Having your own things. Having your own normal life. 

“I figured you were getting lonely in the guest room. And, well, you really aren’t a guest in this house anymore,” Adisorn cracks a bad joke, in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. It’s really a 50-50 as to whether or not you’ll reply to him or treat him to a dose of cold silence, but it’s a gamble he’s willing to take each and every time. 

Your lips tremble as you take a shaky step forward. It reminds of a shy kitten wobbling on its unstable legs as it ventures out into the wide world. 

“It’s so big,” your voice is quiet and weak. Nothing like the strong, lively voice he had gotten used to before he had kidnapped you. “And… it smells like you. There’s so much here.”

“Consider it yours as much as it is mine, snowflake.” A strong hand comes down on your shoulder, pulling you in close to his side. “I’m letting you have this much because you’ve been so obedient lately.”

You look up at him. It’s true that over the long, long course of your imprisonment, Adisorn has taken painstaking measures to ensure that the fight in you has left. You don’t know whether to laugh or be grateful. Having him open his bedroom up to you feels like a mockery, like he’s showing off everything he’s stolen from you and expecting you to fall to his feet and treat him like some merciful god. But at the same time, you, of all people, aren’t in the place to argue. 

Not when you don’t even have any of this in your current room.

“...Thank you, Adi,” your lips move numbly, and the words tumble from your mouth like stones. They weigh against your conscience, as if the admittance of your gratitude was somehow a stain against your soul. “It’s wonderful.”

“You’ll be sharing with me, of course. But y’know, still better than nothing.” He gestures vaguely around the room with his hand. “Sharing a bed is better than sleeping on the cold floor. Getting to pick out your own clothes from my selection is better than you having to wear whatever I get you.”

He pauses, before he peers at you with fond eyes. It takes everything in you not to visibly shudder underneath his touch. It makes your skin crawl to think that at some point in your life you had been foolish enough to trust him, to hold affection for him, to consider him a friend. 

“And above all, you’ll have me to keep you company regularly. You won’t be so alone.”

When did this nightmare start? When had you turned into something so weak and pathetic? At what point had you grown too confident in yourself, to lose sight of the predator lurking at the edges, the lone hungry wolf licking its maw in anticipation for its next meal? 

And at what point did you learn to accept it? His fangs against your body, bleeding you dry of any will to retaliate, are just as sharp as ever, disguised under a screen of generosity in hopes that it could lure you into a sense of security. Maybe Adisorn was never the tough wolf you made him out to be. He never considered this sadistic farce to take place on equal grounds.

In his mind, you needed him. You couldn’t make it out there all on your own. You couldn’t take care of yourself, couldn’t understand the workings of the cruel world evolving around you. You needed someone to guide you in the right direction, to become the guardian angel you didn’t realize you needed, to love you in the way you had once loved him.

You needed him to take care of you. To scoop you up in his arms. To lavish his affection onto. You were never a capable, human counterpart in his eyes. Even from when you first laid eyes on him in your small town, he saw you for who you truly were. No better than a helpless, mewling kitten, calling out to him to be taken, to be loved. 

To be housebroken.

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[croquettish]

You always hide such good things in the tags to your meta 😭❤️ I really feel the part where Hans can’t stay as part of the nobility after what he’s been through. I honestly hope the game would give us a faking his own death (for historical accuracy) but living away from everything with Henry.

I talk about that a ton in my longer post about Hans' relationship with the nobility but it killssssss meeeeee the idea that there really is no going back for him. The disillusionment can never be undone. He's seen what it could be like and he wants it so badly he starts considering alternatives if only Henry so much as nudges him in that direction. And mind you, that's not a player choice! Henry does that all on his own. Because he knows Hans and he sees him for who he is and what he wants/needs. The things that Hans is so well-practiced at denying himself 🥲

[fox-trot7]

That one dnd episode be like (one of my favs)

We need to address how it is literally that one SpongeBob episode like

Gamer boy and nonverbal soft farmer boy try to hang out with loser old chaos lord man (he is not acclimating to horse society and his wife took the kids on a girls trip)

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Sins of the Flesh Spoilers

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Thank GOD my boi got some rehabilitation

[blingusdlingus]

GUESS WHOS BACK WITH SOME MORE SALLY FREEDOM RANGERS AU FOOOD!! HOPE YALL DIDNT FORGET ABOUT HER..

[apomaro-mellow]

Every Baby Needs a Daddy 12

Part 11

@spectrum-spectre before you say anything, there's no smut in this one so go to sleep and read it at a more reasonable hour

In Eddie's fantasy world, he took off in a plane with Steve, escorted him back to Indiana, dropped him off at the door of the home he'd be staying at, giving him a very thorough scenting before letting him go.

But Eddie had work to take care of and Steve said he would be fine. And Eddie had gotten the hang of figuring out when Steve meant what he said. It wasn't hard. Whenever he wanted to be spoiled, he put that bratty lilt to his voice. They parted ways, Eddie having rubbed himself all over Steve before they exited the car, then again before getting to the check out counter.

Eddie was avoiding notice by wearing his hair in a braided bun and big sunglasses. He insisted on getting Steve a first class ticket. It was the only way to keep too many people from rubbing against him and thus making his scent fade sooner.

"Don't miss me too much", Eddie teased, looking over the rim of his shades.

Steve wrapped his arms around his neck. "I already do, Daddy", he whispered. He kissed him and then murmured against his lips. "Can't stop thinking about it. In less than ten days..."

Eddie put his hands to Steve's waist. He couldn't wait either. They'd be reuniting for Steve's heat. But they weren't coming back together just for that. While Steve was pretty regular and was 99% it would come when he said it did, Eddie would have Steve on the first jet to Texas on January 1st.

Steve thoroughly enjoyed the luxury of first class and landed back home with less than half the stress of a normal plane flight. Eddie had been a little zealous in spending on him sometimes, and it reflected in how much money he sent to Steve so that he could get a ride at the airport. Steve had specifically told him that Lucas could have picked him up and then he'd be with family for the rest of the time.

Eddie must've heard something different because when Steve checked his venmo, he was several hundred dollars richer. When Lucas picked him up, he decided that money could be well spent doing some last minute shopping.

"You know, I'm actually kind of relieved", Lucas said as they packed the last of the stuff into his trunk.

"Why?", Steve asked.

"I thought when you started being a sugar baby and junk you'd turn into a different person. But you're still Steve."

Steve smiled. "Didn't go through a name change last I checked."

"You know what I mean. You were still cursing out the ref at the game back in DC. And you got Robin a mug with a weird picture, not like a diamond encrusted dog bowl or something."

"She's gonna love the mug more than that. And the ref had his blinders on for the whole first half."

Steve didn't realize how relieved he was to hear that though, that he had retained the real parts of himself even though he felt completely changed by Eddie. Would he start to change in time? How long would it take? His reverie was broken when Lucas pulled into the driveway of his home.

"Okay, so Dustin told my parents you were seeing someone and Mike told them it was someone famous but they don't know it's Eddie Munson."

Steve felt his stomach drop. "Do they know that I'm?"

Lucas shook his head. "You get to tell them that."

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me", Steve groaned.

The last thing he wanted to tell the people who helped him through the final years of high school and the first couple of college was that he was getting dicked down by a celebrity and was falling for him too. The Sinclairs were more like his parents than his actual mom and dad.

They didn't hold back either, bringing it up the moment he entered and they got their hugs.

"Dustin told us you're seeing someone?", Mrs. Sinclair said.

Steve snuck an ear twist as Dustin walked by with a grin, one that the Sinclairs definitely noticed but let him get away with. He had to be honest not just because of how important they were, but because they'd find out everything sooner or later. New traveled fast online and he was honestly surprised they didn't know more already.

"I met him one night at a bar. He covered my dinner when I was a little short", Steve said as his hands were kept busy helping with the food preparation.

"Sounds like a gentleman", Mr. Sinclair said.

Lucas and his friends were sitting in the living room, which Steve was thankful for. He knew they'd want to spill every last bean. He got away with giving them minimal info: Eddie's first name, the fact he was a musician, an alpha, and that they'd been on a few dates.

That night, he cornered Dustin and Mike and made them swear to keep their mouths shut about anything else.

"Lucas got basketball tickets. We should get something to", Mike said.

"How's about you don't get a tanned hide?", Steve offered, eyes hard.

Christmas went as usual, Steve spent the day of and day after in the Sinclair home, then returned to his own apartment where Robin was already waiting to celebrate New Years. He didn't get two feet into the door before she was feeling his stomach.

He rolled his eyes. "I'm not-"

"But you could be. I know you and your cumslut tendencies. So I know you're not making him wrap it up."

"But I'm still taking my birth control", Steve said.

"You just know that if you get knocked up I'll have no choice but to move back in with you and help you raise this pup", Robin said.

"There is no pup. And I wouldn't make you do that."

"I would though. For you", she promised.

"I know Robs. That's why I'm not gonna let it happen. If I wanna have his baby, you'll get a six month notice before we conceive."

"Thank you for that."

They spent December 31st ordering take out from three different places and binging Empire. When it got to the time for real festivities to begin, they turned the tv to where Eddie said he was going to be performing.

"So that's your beau. He's not bad", Robin complimented. "How's the rest of the band?"

"They're great. I think you and Jeff would really get along. He's actually really into brass instruments too. And Gareth knows a bunch of nerd languages."

"You mean like Klingon and Elvish?"

"And apparently he's learning Atlantean."

Midnight came and Steve kissed her forehead and Robin kissed his cheek.

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The next day, he was packed and ready to hop on his flight. Robin dropped him off and hugged him tight enough to hold him over until the next time they met. His ticket was first class again and when he landed in Austin, he was already feeling a tingling under his skin. He missed his alpha. Need his scent, his touch, the rumble of his voice.

Because of this, while he loved the other CC boys, he was a little disappointed to see them awaiting his arrival and not Eddie.

"The Ed-man had to finish something in the studio last minute", Gareth explained as they led Steve to the car.

"Thanks for picking me up, guys", Steve certainly preferred them over a stranger from Uber.

Grant drove the way back, taking them to a mansion that had Steve's jaw dropping. He was no stranger to big houses, but he was used to them being simply for status. They'd been grand but sterile, devoid of any personality. The moment Steve stepped in, he could see that wasn't true for this place. He could pick out each of the resident's scents, could see each of their quirks as he was given a tour of the place.

They saved Eddie's room for last and he found out when Eddie barreled down the hallway to meet them at his door.

"They're really good pack", Steve said as Jeff, Grant, and Gareth left the two of them alone.

"I knew I could trust them with you." Then Eddie kissed him about six times. "For all the missed mistletoe." Then again. "For New Year's."

Steve laughed against his lips. "You gonna show me the bedroom anytime soon? I'd love to lie down, Daddy."

Eddie bit his lip, looking nervous all of a sudden as he slowly opened the door. Steve wanted to take in everything. After all, a bedroom could tell you a lot about a person. But his attention was immediately grabbed by the bed situation and what was sitting on the bench in front of it. There was a thin quilt turning it into a canopy bed, much like the den Eddie had made in their hotel room back in New York.

Steve recognized the pattern from what he'd heard before. Jeff's handiwork. And by the foot of the bed was a small bench where a collection of clothes sat. Steve went right to them and took a whiff of the first shirt. It was so undeniably Eddie, he would have thought his neck was pressed to his nose were he not still by the door.

Then he picked up a tank top and caught notes of lemon and ginger. "Are these...?"

"I tried to scent a lot of stuff before you got here, the boys helped out too. I hope that was okay?" His hands were stuck in his pockets and his back was tensed like he might run.

"It's more than okay", Steve reassured him.

"And the den? You like it? I can always change it if you don't. We've got tons of linens here, all that can be scented in a moment's notice and-"

"Eddie", Steve put a hand to his arm. "It's great. Now...", he held up one of the garments. "Help me nest?"

Eddie swallowed and nodded. He followed Steve's lead as they arranged everything on the bed for maximum comfort. Once Steve was satisfied, he sank down into it, smirking when he saw the way Eddie gingerly lied down next to him.

"Your first time doing a heat?", Steve asked.

"I've been around omegas in heat before. Just not as the uh, let's say star alpha", Eddie admitted.

Steve turned so his back was against Eddie's chest and pulled his arm over him. It took Eddie a moment, but he got comfortable and melted against his body. The exhaustion from the flight and being up for hours finally got to him and Steve closed his eyes.

When he opened them hours later, his body was warm and he felt a wetness between his legs.

Part 13

Tag Team CLOSED

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[allfortheslay25]

Some stuff I guess

[quijotine]

I'm literally making myself sick with arcane brainrot. I cannot stop thinking of ep. 7 and how like, powder and vi were doomed to never be a family again. They were meant to be pulled apart. Powder could only be Powder in the universe where Vi died. Vi could only keep living in the one where Jinx did. And in the most tragic of ways, Ekko is the reason Jinx exists.

If Ekko hadn't given them the tip to steal from Jayce, Powder wouldn't have gotten her hands onto Hextec. It would have still existed but Vi and Powder wouldn't have been reeled into Jayce and Victor's fuckery.

the fact that they were doomed to always be apart and that Jinx's last words were "always with you sis" literally what the fuck

[kasirose]

Happy happy birthday to the resident high warlock of glitter and our hearts, Magnus Lightwood-Bane!

[dirtyoldmanhole]

god i love this man's fucked up everything. the boobs yes but also the acting.

[dmbakura]

Astarion has a very blatant voyeurism kink and that is so special to me

[leomantis]

As we enter into the last week of the year...

[allastoredeer]

I don't see why we can't have both at the same time 😌😂

Cuz I'm a classy lady (~˘▾˘)~