#and that worked! so i think i am going to keep dangling them as rewards for forcing myself to do tasks

[icepip]

tags: 18+/mdni. toji fushiguro x gn reader. cockwarming. not proofread. <800 words.

thinking about giving toji fushiguro a taste of his own medicine — holding what he wants so desperately in your hands but never quite giving it to him. dangling it in front of him, so close but always just out of reach.

sliding down his cock, your plush thighs caging his as you perch yourself so beautifully on his lap, your tight heat wrapped so deliciously around his length. he thinks you're gonna put on a show for him, thinks you're gonna ride him until your legs give out and you cry for him to help. but you have something else in store for him tonight. something that'll push him the way he always pushes you.

his fingers flex on your hips, digging into your skin and urging you to move. you tut at him, pulling at his wrists until he relents.

"you'll only get what i want to give you, big boy."

that rewards you with a groan from toji, his head falling back and hitting the soft pillows. he looks gorgeous, his defined chest flushed from arousal, muscles twitching slightly as he tries to stay still. your hands follow the path of your eyes, rubbing up his firm stomach and to his pecs. his breath hitches as your fingers graze his hardened nipples, a slow smile creeping on your face.

this is going to be even more fun than you thought.

"don't you — ah, shit — wanna move?" he hisses out from between his teeth, hips instinctively bucking up as you pinch his buds harshly.

you hum, pretending to think it over as you lightly drag your nails down his chest. toji bites his cheek to stay quiet, eyes intently watching everything you do.

"nah, i'm good exactly where i am. and you're gonna stay right where you are, too."

you can feel his body tense, can see his mind weighing his options as you tighten around him. he's fighting his instincts to grab you and fuck you absolutely senseless, his cock throbbing with desire inside you. you suppose his curiosity of what you could be planning is greater than his need to feel the drag of your walls.

a few moments pass, the only sounds the soft praise tumbling from your lips as toji struggles to maintain his composure and his quiet grunts of pleasure as you touch his body. your fingers trail lower, carding through the coarse, dark hair of his navel and sliding past his hips. you reach behind yourself, caressing his thighs and watching his expression closely.

"w-wait," toji mumbles, eyes widening as you begin to fondle his sac. "fuck, baby, wait."

his cock jumps inside you, your hand gently massaging his swollen balls and making him groan.

"hm? what is it, toji?" you tease, rolling them over your fingers. he's always been so responsive e there, always spilling into your mouth when you played with them as you sucked his cock. it only makes sense that the sensation would be more intense now.

his mouth opens and closes, opening again but no words come out. his breathing is faster, lips parting as he pants and tries to focus on you.

"c'mon, big boy, use your words." just like you do to me, you say to yourself, a satisfaction coursing through you as he feels what you experience. toji grits his teeth, your fingers continuously working over the sensitive skin. "tell me what you want."

"g'nna cum, shit, lemme— let me fuck you. need to fuck you."

his body is hot underneath yours, a thin layer of sweat glistening on his skin. he looks a bit desperate, his tongue darting out to wet his lips, eyes never leaving you.

"you can cum, but only from this."

it's mean. just like he does to you. so close to what he wants, but still so achingly far.

his balls are heavy in your hand, his cock surely leaking precum with even the slightest touch. you know he's close, his pride the only thing keeping him from letting go. a little bit of cockwarming and fondling and he's cumming like a virgin.

his hips thrust up as his load spills from his tip, aching to be even deeper, aching to fuck you properly. you pull your hand away, letting him come down from his high without risking overstimulation. he's gone through enough of your teasing — for the time being. you'll save milking him dry like that for another day.

"feel good, toji?" you ask as his breathing evens out, his half hard cock still nestled inside you.

"fuck you." he grumbles, throwing one of his arms over his eyes.

you can't help the small laugh that gets pulled from your lips, recognizing the conversation. you say the same thing to him.

[swifty-fox]

thinks about the scene between bucky and paulina in episode 4. but instead, it's buck (trans or cis) making john moan so sweetly by riding him 🥰

I feel like by the third prompt John probably finally deserves an orgasm??? poor service top deserves a reward. More trans Gale *waves wand*

also gale gets top surgery in this one! i can give the boys good things sometimes!

"They look good," John says, leaning so far back in Gale's desk chair the back legs threaten to slide out from under him at any second.

It's a practice in tolerance and letting things go for Gale to bite his tongue against a warning. An effort in restraint to not carve his eyes over the bare expanse of John's chest, decorated with a delicate gold cross and a smattering of still-boyish hair. His red track shorts were bunched up around his hips, showing off tanned muscular thighs covered in marks from Gale's teeth. There was still glitter in his hair under his backwards baseball cap, a smear of red lipstick on his lips from the show he'd just come from.

"You think?" Gale asks, running his thumb under the pink scar tracing from one side of his chest to his armpit, mirrored perfectly on the other side.

"Yeah, Kinda sexy," John drawls, "They're like. Decorative."

"Some people get them covered up with tattoos."

"You'd look good that way too," John says quickly and Gale laughs softly.

"You're just gonna like me however I come huh?"

He's hard in his own shorts, tracing his eyes over and over the broad spanse of the man in front of him. Who wasn't quite his boyfriend but they certainly weren't fucking anyone but each other. The guys had bets about them. The guys thought the Buckies didn't know about their bets. Curt had a side bet with Bucky about how deep the pot would go. Buck turned his nose up at the gambling and told John he could be his boyfriend when he decided to quit vaping

It was an arrangement that worked for everyone.

"If coming is involved I'm always interested," John leers.

God help him, Gale's dick twitches. He drags his gaze back to the mirror, facing it square on. Allows himself a smile that was a little broader, a little more giddy. It's not the first time he's seen his bare chest, but it's the first time he's been cleared for full activity. it's the first time things don't ache and, really, it fucking rocked every single time. He did look good

Making his way over to stand between John's legs, its an easy practiced movement to allow himself to be tugged into his lap, grunting as the chair falls forward on all four feet. Shamelessly grinds down on the line of John's cock in his shorts, clearly no underwear between them.

"Do you think your fans know how sweet you are?"

"My fans come to see me be a bearded queen and sing badly, they don't care about how sweet I am."

"Mm," Gale leans down and kisses John in a filthy embrace, scrapes the lipstick off John's bottom lip with his teeth, braces himself with a hand on the base of John's throat to lift up onto his knees.

"You're so sweet," He breathes as John's own breath catches at the light pressure.

John helps him drag his shorts down his thighs, let them dangle off one sneaker as two of John's fingers delve between his thighs, the man beneath him cursing as he feels how damp he is.

"You're so," Gale gasps as two fingers sink inside him, the prep necessary for the fat width of the cock he now pulls out of John's shorts, the both of them dripping and needy, "sweet, Jesus John."

Humming a rumble of a noise, John leans forward to press a reverent kiss to the center of Gale's chest, licks at the pale hairs there and catches a few between his teeth to tug, "Keep being nice to me and I'm gonna blush."

"Gonna be so nice to you Bucky," Gale breathes, knocking John's hand aside and sinking down onto him, the breach just the right side of too much too quick.

They gasp together, John's head falling back over the chair and Gale's back arching at the stretch. The heavy twitching weight inside him has him breathless, thighs shaking for a moment as he grinds down to take John to the hilt.

"Fu-ck, wait-" John gasps, fingers bruising on Gale's hips to hold him still, "Fucking hell, Buck. What about a condom?"

"You can pull out," Gale grunts, bats John's hands away again and wraps both arms around his neck to sink back down until the backs of his thighs touch the tops of John's. Grinds them together until he feels the wet squelch of their combined need against his skin, licking John's pubic hair dark and wet. "Just pull out."

John whines again, neck bared so easily Gale can't help but set his teeth to it. Sucks mark after mark into his pale skin until there's a necklace of claim across his collarbones. John takes it with eager cries, holds Gale's hips obligingly so he can ride John, wanton with his need.

It had been altogether unsurprising that John took to being pleasured as eagerly as he did to doling it out.

The slow grind between their bodies is scalding and thigh-shaking, the kind of syrupy pleasure that dragged ragged groans from both their chests. John's hat is slipping off his curls, so Gale snags it, presses it backwards onto his own head and John cracks open one eye only to curse in shock and close it quick again.

"You look like a fucking nineties porn mag Buck, Jesus Christ."

"A fan of the classics?"

John barks out a laugh, digs his fingers into the meat of Gale's ass and drags him closer until his dick is scraping against John's stomach with every roll of their hips and Gale's shivering and squirming at the combined stimulation. He leans back, hands braced on John's knees so he can see where John enters him with every thrust. The new angle is dizzying, John hitting that singing spot inside him with every thrust, feeling like he holds somewhere up behind Gale's belly button and he's gasping with every thrust now.

"Ah, ah ah ah"

"Yeah," John pants, thumb dropping down to the sensitive head of Gale's dick and circling where it nestles against John's cock. Stars burst behind Gale's eyes, "Yeah, baby, taking it like a good boy for me aren't you?"

Gale slips two fingers into John's tongue in retaliation, but it achieves little behind shutting him up, his tongue tickles between Gale's digits, John's thumb still circling his dick in tender circles. The combined need of them is a wet sticky mess that echoes around the room with every meeting of their hips, squelching out of Gale with every thrust.

It doesn't take long, John is always pent up after a show, needy and running off of adrenaline and every nerve a livewire. His limbs are shaking, thighs widening as if he can get deeper inside Gale. He can't warn Gale, fingers still working through his mouth open but he taps Gale's thigh insistently, eyes widening and Gale understands, he does.

But the way John's thighs shiver under him, the way he bucked up into him with weak desperate need, panting through an open wet mouth that ended on a sweet whimper now and then. He doesn't want to miss a second of it. He bears down on John, braces a hand on the desk to ride him right to the end. Gasps open-mouthed in shock as the burning length of him twitches inside Gale, as the whole affair suddenly becomes wetter, slicker, frothing around the point of contact between their bodies. John's eyes are rolled back in his head, mouth open and slack, hands clutching rhythmically on Gale's hips.

He's coming inside Gale.

He's whimpering and whining and squirming as Gale fucks him through his orgasm, cum dripping out of him only to be dragged back inside as John pants and yelps with oversensitivity, bubbling wet and slick around their pelvises.

"'M not done, John," He grunts, reaching down to jerk himself off.

The hands on his waist lift and he's in the air for a brief moment before broad hands are pressing him down onto the desk where there's a pile of fresh laundry waiting to be put away.

John's back inside him, his shorts are still caught around an ankle and John's hat on his head and he shouts at the intrusion, a hand slipping around him to finger at his dick as John sets a rapid wild pace.

"You want this? Yeah, you want this Buck?" John pants in his ear, fingers rubbing his dick hard up against his pubic bone as Gale bites one of his shirts and feels his release splatter on the linoleum tile of his dorm room floor. He's shouting, he realizes distantly, knees going jelly as his orgasm echoes through him.

"That what you needed?" John asks as Gale slumps bonelessly against the desk, gasping for air.

John's not much better, every breath ending on a whine as he finally pulls out, shivering with oversensitivity.

"Jesus," Gale says when he can finally speak, John's hand rubbing soothingly up his spine. There's cum dripping down his thighs, splattering audibly onto the floor. They're both utterly debauched.

Behind him, John starts giggling with post-orgasm delight, "Happy three months post-op, Buck."

[husbandhoshi]

1:44am - joshua (smutty or suggestive) pls

tags: coworkers!au, f!reader, thigh kink, stockings kink, a lil spanking, softdom!joshua

[1:44]

working late?

that's how it always starts—a knock on the doorframe, innocent, straightforward.

when am i not, is your standard answer, and joshua takes that as a cue to sit on the corner of your desk, his undone necktie dangling over his broad shoulders.

he compliments whatever excel abomination is on your screen (can always count on you to make a bar chart look sexy, is his flattery of choice today).

then you ask how his day was, and he repeats the same old platitudes. fine, just peachy, and you?

it’s always the same story, but how you get from there to under him is still beyond you.

"fuck, been thinking about these thighs around my head ever since today's meeting," joshua confesses, bending you over your desk.

you feel the warmth of his hands through your sheer, barely there pantyhose as he runs them over the back of your legs. he pushes your skirt over the curve of your ass, nice and slow so you can feel how heavy, indulgent his touch is.

you can't see his expression, but the sight of you, ass out with only tights on, makes him wonder how he ever got hard before meeting you.

"only here to chat excel and stare at my ass?" you ask, because the need to get fucked by joshua hong has irrevocably altered your brain chemistry.

"we can do that if you want." he laughs as he snaps the waistband of your tights back, relishing in how you twitch under him.

you've lost count of the nights spent like this, his knee pressed meanly against your cunt and his tie draped across your back.

it's just one night, you had told yourself, but then it was another (in the backseat of the company car after meeting with a client), and then another (in the print room on the copy machine). you even took a business call with his head between your legs.

"doubt that's what you had in mind," you retort, except it comes out a little more pitiful than planned because he's started to grind his leg against your pussy.

"i'm flexible."

you can picture his shit-eating grin, which would normally make you unspeakably mad if you weren't so turned on.

joshua's hand connects with your ass, once, twice, and you're glad the entire floor is empty because the sound you make is enough to ruin your career. but he rewards you, loves seeing you lost in your pleasure, and runs a generous finger over your cunt.

"can feel how wet you are," he murmurs, admiring the wet patch over your panties, now visible through your tights. "been waiting all day for this, huh?"

you nod weakly. it's pathetic how your hands claw at the mahogany of the table, looking for something, anything to hold as he rubs you over the two layers of fabric keeping you from him.

joshua's already figured you out, and you're almost drooling with pleasure even though all he's doing is circling your clit with a slow thumb. he then squeezes your pussy lips together, just rough enough so you can really feel it, and your knees almost give out.

for a brief moment, you wonder how messy you look, how glossy the nylon over your cunt is.

"please," you breathe. through your hazy vision is the blinding white of your computer, and you pray to god this experience doesn't condition you to think of him while you finish up your project tomorrow morning. "need it, need you."

joshua sighs, playfully dramatic, and for a second, you're stricken with the fear that he'll make you bounce on his leg all night without the privilege of getting split open on his cock.

but you hear the click of his belt behind you as he undoes it, like literal music to your ears, and the words just spill out of your throat—thank you, thank you, shua.

"oh, you have nothing to thank me for yet."

you feel his cock, thick and heavy, slide between your thighs, and you squeeze so hard around nothing you almost cum untouched.

it's going to be a long night.

[chalkrevelations]

Oh. Oh, dear.

So I'm actually looking in on We Are, and I think I'm just going to have to file this under "not my bag."

I am. Oh. Oh, I'm literally only watching for the Winny and Satang bits, already. Their characters are genuinely the only couple thing I'm actually enjoying? Mn, I'm kind of OK with Ciize's Obligatory Female Side Character, but we only see her for 1.36 minutes per ep, so it certainly would not be enough to keep me watching.

I can see why they went ahead and gave me a scene of Toey making cow eyes at Q while Q guides Toey's hand through shading three minutes into the first ep, because the promise of more of that is, tbqh, the only thing that got me through that interminable, excruciating drinking/drunk sequence that then took up a good third of Ep 1.

I can see why they dangled the drunken lap nap in front of me during the preview for Ep 2 - because it is, again tbqh, the only thing that made me start watching Ep 2 - and I can then see why they saved it for the last six minutes of the ep, to string me along on the promise of finally seeing that scene. (I do appreciate them hitting me with the "Nong" as a reward.)

And I can see why they hit me with the clay tussle in the preview for Ep 3, because quite frankly, it's the only reason I'm getting ready to hit "play" on this ep. Particularly given the way they made it look like Toey is going to be a tiny bit more assertive. Not that I'm not living for watching Satang doing ... what is the Thai equivalent of saijiao, because I'm not entirely sure it's reached the actual level of bratting? Yet? Or maybe it has?

Anyway, I'm not going to get my hopes up that they'll do something with a little bit of depth, character-wise, as we move into an artistic medium that we haven't seen Q work in so far, and where we therefore have the potential to see some leveling of ground, if it's a medium that Toey has more of an affinity for - even if I wish that would happen. I've seen precisely 47 seconds of this show so far that make me think it has any more depth than a puddle after a 30-second rainstorm (YES, Peem, simplicity can be good!), and I frankly have little hope of seeing anything further on that front.

So, here's where I'm at: I have no pre-existing emotional investment in a PondPhuwin pairing because I got irritated at NLMG about one-third of the way in and then fast-forwarded through the rest to watch the Chopper cut. I'm tired of GMMTV trying to hand me (Engineering) bullies and creeps who the narrative wants me to think are a-OK! no, really! - tired enough that I don't even care to spend enough time with the PhumPeem storyline to find out whether Peem full-on Penelopes that painting and has to re-paint it every night or if he just finishes fixing it and then lies about it, saying it's not done, in order to spend more time as Phum's "slave." I'm a tiny bit sad about all that, because I'm finding Peem 1.75x more interesting than what I've seen Phuwin do up until now, but I have zero hope that Peem's going to make Phum actually pay for being the asshole he is. I'm absolutely not the audience for the super-broadly comedic, practically cartoonish, bit they appear to be doing with Aou. And who's this kid .... Pun? - I need him to be at least one-half as stupid as he appears to be if they're going to drag him out in his pajamas, get him shit-faced drunk, and harass him while filming him for posterity - or I need all that to be an actual issue, which I do not trust will happen.

Also, the writing is ... not good. Particularly the supposed banter during friend-group scenes. Maybe it's actually translation's fault, how try-hard it all sounds, but with everything else going on, I'm not going to count on that.

I probably need to wait for a QToey supercut and just watch that, but I can't guarantee that will happen, so I guess I'm going to fast-forward through 8 more eps and hope the bits and pieces of Phum's smug, punchable face that I actually see don't make me throw the remote control at my screen.

[perelka-l]

wehehehe i love talking about archer hes so delulu

like im sure he is well taken care of- hes 2nd in command at Team Rocket, Giovanni clearly appreciates his skills and I'm sure hes rewarded for it. But he wants more!!! he wants more than to climb the corporate ladder he wants his boss to See his effort and contributions and devotion-

he also really wants his boss but he keeps that to himself (or he thinks he does but gio knows lmao)

I feel like Giovanni definitely is here to get the most out of this situation and he dangles praise and a hint of affection to get Archer to work harder. it's basically always like i know youre a good boy youre gonna do good job and archer will immediately jump to the task like YES IM GOOD BOY

And I am equally delulu about him ;w;

Archer always aiming to get more and he just rolls his eyes when he gets asked if he'd like to take over TR. Like, no! He is in a perfect place already, and I think he knows he's appreciated (after all, he is literally second in command), he knows there is nowhere higher up he wants to go. Alas, things he wants are not within... professional area anymore.

Tbh I don't think he'd like to be repaid for all he did. Like, in my mind it would make more sense if he didn't even expect to get anything more than he has. He is on top of the world, he is sharing the top of the world with Giovanni - and yes, he hungers, fantasizes, desires more, but he doesn't even expect to get any of this, ever.

Giovanni though wouldn't be where he is either without being pretty damn perceptive. He knows how to pull strings, and Archer's are incredibly easy to pull for him. And... he knows he can't reward Archer any more than he already is rewarded, so praise and time together is all he can (and is willing to) offer and Archer gladly accepts all of that. It works for them, though I enjoy the thought of Giovanni sometimes giving a little bit more, just to see how Archer would react (always the same way).

(akin to putting a slab of fresh meat in front of a starving dog, but dog is too well trained to move and get it and eat it without his master's unlocking the leash, even when it's loose and no matter how much the dog is hungry)

[mixtapejunkie]

Taken - Ghostface

Taken - Ghostface

The wind whistled and howled through the abandoned foundry, even as the Ghostface stalked around the empty, long dead machinery, watching and waiting for anything.

Dark, black claws slowly rose from the floor, and in them, the unconcious form of the Legion’s leader, dumped in front of him into a heap. Danny raised an eyebrow at the Entity, and a soft chuckle filled his mind.

A reward for you. Punishment for him. Came the silky smooth voice. Do as you will…enjoy him.

Danny stepped closer to inspect Frank, lifting the mask up slowly to see him underneath. The teen was unconcious, hands bound together with blackened vines. He smiled broadly and grabbed the bound wrists, shifting to hook them over a pipe, leaving Frank dangling for now.

“I appreciate the gift.” He hummed gently, as he reached into his shroud, withdrawing his knife. “…are you staying to watch…?”

I’m always watching, Ghostface. The Entity’s voice purred out softly. But for now, I am watching my trials. Enjoy.

As the Entity receded, Danny moved closer to the teen, and carefully traced his knife along his mask. He slipped the mask up, watching the slack face start to contort as he began to wake.

“…hnn…?” Frank breathed out as he moved and he opened his eyes, blinking and moving slowly, his head shifting up. As he did, Danny moved his hand, knife tucking neatly against his neck.

Frank blinked a few times when he realised what he was staring at, his expression changing to one of distress. “No…no more, I’ll behave!” He pleaded. “Please just don’t…”

Danny’s head tilted and he frowned underneath his mask. “Don’t what…?” He asked, voice silken and dangerous.

“She gave me…to so many of them…” He whined out, trying to keep away from the bladed edge. “They…they pulled me inside out…hurt me, attacked me…”

“Why are you being punished, Frankie?” Danny asked, leaning over the teen, the blade shifting away from his neck. “What did you do wrong?”

“…I let them go.” Frank confessed softly. “I don’t want to…didn’t want to…” He breathed out. “I don’t want to kill anymore.”

Danny drew back for a moment, as Frank’s confession hung in the air. He thought the teen was rebellious, an angry, furious force that needed to lash out. It seemed that he had made the Entity angry and in retaliation, she was simply passing the teen to people who would do worse.

“If you don’t kill, what good are you here?” Danny asked, head tilting. “She brought you to do a job. So do your job.”

“I can’t!” Frank sobbed out, as his legs wheeled. “I can’t do it anymore, I don’t want to!” he whimpered. He fell limp, body shuddering with his strained breath. “I don’t want to be an experiement. I don’t want to be hurt anymore. Just…do what you want with me…then kill me.”

Danny watched Frank tremble and shiver, his own thoughts lingering on the teen’s predicament. “How many have had you?” He asked, as he flipped open a book to write. The teen’s head rose up and he sighed out. “…too many. I think the worst was the Blight. Talbot.” He breathed. “Others will have me too. After you. I just want to go into that dim darkness and rest. That’s all I want now.”

Danny smirked underneath his mask. “I could give you relief. I can make it painless. Sweet, even. It would be a work of art.” He teased, and Frank’s head tilted away with a sob. Danny stroked his cheek, and Frank nodded. No one had offered him any kind of relief. No one had offered him anything. Everyone had simply…taken.

“All you have to do is ask.” He told Frank, who looked up at him, his eyes wet and shining.

“Please, Danny.” He breathed out. “Help.”

The Ghostface drew closer, and he cupped both hands around Frank’s throat, stroking his thumbs along his adam’s apple. “I will. I will help.” He breathed out, and, leaning forwards, he pushed Frank against the wall, hands tightening around his throat. Frank struggled, his feet kicking and mouth opening wide in horror. He tried to pull himself off, tried to wriggle free. But trapped between the Ghostface’s hands and the wall, Frank had nowhere to go.

He coughed and choked, as the world started to reduce to the single pinhole of vision, until he felt something smack against his back, and he took wheezing, gulping breaths, unable to move properly. He felt the cold air hit his chest, and Frank blinked a few times, as the blade shone above him.

They’d all heard rumors about the Ghostface. About what he did to the survivors. Frank couldn’t help but tilt his head to look at the man’s black gloved hands, stroking down over his chest, and jabbed a thumb into the soft flesh of stomach, making Frank moan in protest.

The blade was sharp and swift. Well practised, and hot agony spread through Frank like a wildfire, but he didn’t feel fear, not underneath the man. He moaned out, and Danny forced his hands up, above his head. Frank stared up at him, throat bobbing as he tried to figure out what he wanted to do…cry, scream, wail, beg…it was all appealing.

He was forced to scream when the blade came down again, piercing through Frank’s hand, and Danny’s hand teased at the gash in Frank’s belly, easing the hot, tight insides aside. Frank wailed out as two fingers pressed inside, easing into the teen.

“…s-so it’s true…” Frank managed to get out, even as Danny’s fingers pressed deeper. “You really do fuck with their insides.”

“And yours too…” Danny hummed out, as he watched Frank’s expression teetering on pain and pleasure. “You know how good it feels? How tight? How hot?” He asked, and Frank felt the fingers pull out and away, hot wetness spreading over his lips. He let his tongue hang from his lips, let Danny smear that coppery heat across his tongue, letting out his own soft whine.

As Frank lay there, his back arched and he felt something pressing deeper into him than Danny’s fingers had, and he heard the moan and groan of the man above him as he started to feel the pleasant push and pull of being fucked, though it was in the completely wrong place, and Frank couldn’t move, couldn’t gain his own pleasure. “Danny…please…” He begged softly as Danny fucked into him, his hips pushing him up, slowly. “…you gonna come inside of me…literally?” He asked, eyes drifting shut as Danny rutted into him, rough and hard. Frank’s head tilted back, the only real action he could take.

It was bliss. It was agony. It was something horrible and yet Frank wanted more. He tried to raise a hand, tried to pull himself free, but he was impaled and entrapped in every sense of the word. He whined out, as Danny fucked harder and harder into the wound.

It burned hotter and hotter, and Frank’s senses started to dull down, to almost nothing once again. Everything was getting dark and fading, and he whined out. “Danny…”

“Fuck, I’m so close…they’re normally crying and pleading for me to stop by now…” Danny leaned down over him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“…I’m fucked up.” Frank replied softly, his fingers twitching as he stared up into the blank eyes of the mask. “…I’m…broken.” He told the man, even as Danny thrust deeper and harder into him, a hand moving down to press over his throat, even as he came.

Frank whimpered out, his head tilting the other side as he was lowered down to the floor. Danny gave a soft hum, pressing himself deep into Frank. “…I’ll keep you alive. Keep you safe. For as long as I can. I don’t mind my toys a little broken.” He smiled sweetly.

[parisian-nicole]

ERICA MESSER KEEP F%@KING WITH GARVEZ!?!

SPOILERS AHEAD!!! AND THIS HAS DEFINITELY KILLED THE HIGH I HAVE BEEN ON SINCE THE FINALE :/

So, they plan to bring Tyler back next season (I am literally scowling and frowning right now) and in one breathe she speaks of a love triangle with Garvez and Tyler. Then in the next breath she says they don't want to ruin Luke/Penelope's dynamic with a relationship. So, what's the plan to toy with the Garvez fanbase without any intention of getting them together? I am confused :( Someone please grab me back from this ledge I am standing on and about to jump off. Now, I don't know if I will bother watching season 17, because I fear they are only going to dangle Garvez in front of us 'only' to get our viewership.

Speaking of relationships, Penelope and Tyler [Ryan-James Hatanaka] develop an unexpected but delightful one, but they don't get their happy ending. Is this the last we'll see of Tyler?

ERICA: You will get to see more of Tyler at some point in the season. I can't say too much about it right now, but it was one of those things that we really consulted with Kirsten [Vangsness] about because it was a big betrayal to Garcia. And Garcia's done so much work on herself since 2020, that we said to Kirsten, "Look, we love RJ. We want to keep Tyler Green around. But it feels a little not like Garcia anymore, to go visit him in the hospital and be like, "It's okay, we're fine. Let's keep dating." That didn't feel true to who she is now.

And so Kirsten was happy that we didn't go that route and was a huge collaborator on what that scene would sound like. But we all hoped it wasn't goodbye forever, it was goodbye for now. That's what we're counting on for next season: that it was just a goodbye for now and he'll be back. And then that will bring a complication to — we didn't really get to play [with it] a lot — the triangle because Alvez, [who] didn't even find out about [the relationship]. He might have suspected, he suspected for sure in episode eight, but in episode nine when he and Garcia had that scene and he knows for sure, it's like, "No way!"

So now if Tyler Green's around a lot more, we'll get to play more of the triangle on the screen.

Yes, the fanbase is devoted to Penelope and Luke, but we get that flashback date scene where they determine they're better as friends. Tell me more about the decision to introduce that Penelope and Tyler dynamic.

ERICA: I think everybody wondered what happened on that date that was promised in the CBS finale; and we didn't give you that date until episode nine. But, there's something so incredible about their dynamic. It's not who Garcia was with Morgan [Shemar Moore], it's its own thing. And it's such an important ingredient to the show. [They (Garvez) bring levity and just a breath of fresh air when they're together. So we didn't want to lose that by messing it up with a relationship.] But, we've always loved when Garcia's in a relationship. It's been a long time. And we felt like, let's make it with the person who's least likely to be in a relationship with Penelope Garcia. And the whole introduction of Tyler was, oh, these two are never going to get together. They can't even be in a room together, let alone anything romantic happening. So to earn that and to see those tiny little things that changed how they thought about one another, it was rewarding for us. I think Kirsten and RJ both really loved that they had this arc that started as enemies. It's sort of like they even skipped the friend part and went to lovers, which was fast in some ways, but also believable.

[testudoaubrei-blog]

Well, it’s not quite a master’s thesis, but this is (the first of) a series of posts on why Catra and Adora are the best love story in the history of kids TV animation and maybe the greatest love story in the history of TV. This may in some ways be faint praise - romance on TV is generally not very good compared with books or movies. Often it’s just some will they/won’t they sexual tension that is defused by getting characters together and re-heightened by breaking them up. TV is full of nearly shark jumping pointless dramas like Sam and Diane (Cheers, holy fuck am I dating myself, though that was technically before my time), Ross and Rachel (Friends, which was no Cheers) etc, but also some less annoying couples like Ben and Leslie (Parks and Rec) or Amy and Jake (Bk99) who are mostly just kind of cute and fun. Other shows, like the X-Files, teased viewers for years with unresolved sexual tension. In kids shows most romances are, appropriate for their target viewers, mild, sweet relationships based more on self-conscious flirting and blushing than on complex and conflicted feelings or deep passions - which is pretty realistic when the characters are young teens or even mid-teens. Some of these relationships are really well done - Finn and Flame Princess, Dipper and Pacifica (yeah I ship them), the early stages of Katara and Aang (before the showrunners imbued this childhood crush with cosmic significance), Steven and Connie, etc. Catra and Adora, though, are different. Their love story is not a side plot or a sub plot, it’s the heart of the show. It isn’t a childhood crush, it’s a very messy and passionate relationship between two young adults. She-Ra is an emotionally complex lesbian romance just as much as it is a thrilling action/adventure show. Everything about their relationship is baked into the show’s plot, its themes, hell even its musical score. The dramatic tension between Catra and Adora is not the result of stretching out a flirtation for ratings, but a coherent dramatic arc that runs through the entire show. As Noelle said, he made Catradora so central that execs couldn’t take it out without ruining the show. And the show is better for it. In this series of posts I’m going to try to show why, as well as showing why She-Ra is such a fantastic love story.

First off, let’s talk about how Catra and Adora’s character arcs are foils for each other, and how they come together and apart through the series. This is actually a post that I’ve been working on for a while but I keep summarizing the show rather than cutting to the chase, so I’m not going to recite many plot points so much as sketch out what’s going on with the dramatic structure at the time. But also, let’s talk about what each character’s arc is saying, and how they are commenting on each other. Spoiler alert: Catra’s arc is a subversion and critique of stories of empowerment through ruthless self-assertion and revenge, while Adora’s arc is a subversion and critique of chosen one narratives and stories of self-denial and self-transcendence.

When the show starts, Adora and Catra are shown as rivals and friends - their first scene starts the recurring motif of them reaching out for each other as one of them dangles above an abyss, as well as establishing their flirtatious banter and easy camaraderie. We quickly learn that these two young women plan to conquer the world together. These scenes and later flashbacks show Catra and Adora as deeply enmeshed in each others lives, to the point where neither of them (but especially Catra) have clear identities outside of one another. There is so much genuine love on both sides before Adora leaves, but also resentment, envy and fear, especially on Catra’s side, as well as a protectiveness on Adora’s side that deprives Catra of her autonomy. They are both being abused by Shadow Weaver - Catra physically  and emotionally, Adora emotionally. It wouldn’t be too much to say that Shadow Weaver holds Catra hostage to control Adora (this is why critiques that Adora abandoned Catra to be abused are actually kind of messed up, since they accept Shadow Weaver’s premise that Adora is responsible for what Shadow Weaver does to Catra). In addition, Catra and Adora actually see the world incredibly differently. Adora already sees the world in terms of right, wrong and her destiny to right wrongs - this is why it’s important for her  to accept the Horde’s obvious lies - she couldn’t keep living if she didn’t. Catra, on the other hand, sees the world solely in terms of survival and personal loyalty - everything for her is about preserving herself and the person she cares about - Adora.

Then, when Adora finds the sword, she leaves because it’s the right thing to do. Catra doesn’t even have a concept of ‘the right thing to do’ being something she should care about, or perhaps, something she can care about as an irredeemably evil, awful fuck-up. So at Thaymor neither one understands where the other is coming from, and Catra and Adora begin to part. This is the first turning point in their relationship. Adora chooses duty over what she desires, Catra chooses to protect herself (such as she sees it) and nurse her sense of betrayal and abandonment.

Their relationship until Promise is a kind of weird Frenemy thing that is fascinating to watch and sold me on the show. Neither one wants to fully admit to themselves that the other is now their enemy, neither one has given up on changing the other’s mind. Each is furious at the other, and desperate to see her again at the same time. There’s a lot of heartache and just as much sexual tension, especially at Princess Prom. Both of them come alive when they fight each other (more about that in a later post). But they’re already growing apart - Adora embracing her destiny as She-Ra, Catra rising in the ranks for the Horde. Adora now has the purpose she always wanted, plus other friends and a sense of being chosen to do something great, while Catra now has power - the means to protect herself from people like Shadow Weaver as well as the vindication she had always been denied, and even the opportunity to beat Shadow Weaver at her own game.

The next turning point is Promise. Holy fuck, this episode. It’s an episode that is even more heartbreaking after you’ve watched the show because you know just how much worse things are going to get, and yet, it’s a necessary part of both of their character arcs. Even through season 1 Catra and Adora had remained very much enmeshed in each others lives in an increasingly fucked up way as they grew apart but refused to turn away from each other. Even though they aren’t -exactly- a romantic couple (Adora doesn’t recognize and acknowledge her feelings until the last episode of Season 5), Season 1 of She-Ra is one of the worst breakups I have seen on TV. As I said in a couple of previous posts, this is the kind of shit that the Mountain Goats write songs about. Everything that was poisoning their love for each other even before episode 1 bubbles to the surface and combines with them fighting on opposite sides of the war to make a truly fucked up situation. In the end, it’s Catra that makes the choice to turn away from Adora. This isn’t a -good- decision. It’s spiteful, and destructive, and based on an outright deluded understanding of their relationship (inspired by Light Hope’s manipulations and her own issues), but it’s in some ways a necessary decision. Catra has been so wrapped up in Adora for so long that she isn’t going to be able to figure out who -she- is without cutting Adora out of her life. And the same is true of Adora.

But each of them do this in about the worst way possible. Catra embraces destruction, ambition, manipulation and outright cruelty, turning the tactics of her abusers against them and against everyone around her. She first triumphs over Shadow Weaver and manipulates Entrapta into trying to corrupt Etheria itself. Meanwhile Adora ‘lets go’ and commits herself to the self-denying mantle of She-Ra. Over the next several seasons, their respective paths will nearly lead both Catra and Adora to their deaths (in the Season 4 finale).

For the next season (counting season 2 and 3 as one) Catra and Adora are still closely linked, but as enemies. Still, there’s more than enough flirtation between them (that ‘Hey Catra’ in the first episode of Season 2 is something else), and especially on Adora’s side we see her hold back with Catra, and often take responsibility for the harm Catra inflicts, just like she had when they were kids. Yet they still drift apart - after facing off every other episode in Season 1, they spend less and less time on screen together through season 2 and 3. Catra continues her ascent to power and descent into villainy while Adora becomes more of a stressed out mess as she takes the fate of the world and the wellbeing of everyone she cares about on her admittedly broad shoulders. Catra’s one moment of vulnerability is rewarded by Shadow Weaver’s betrayal and her exile, then Catra triumphs in ruthless badass fashion through sheer desperation and aggression. In the Crimson Wastes, we see Catra at her most independent, and she almost seems happy. But once Adora shows up and Catra hears about Shadow Weaver, she’s sucked back into the worst of her resentments, and she makes very clear that being happy is less important to her than making sure Adora is miserable.

This changes everything. Catra completely breaks with reality and tries to kill Adora, herself and the world rather than lose to Adora and Shadow Weaver (I do think it’s important to remember that she does that after Shadow Weaver nearly kills her). Catra betrays everyone around her when she exiles Entrapta, threatens Scopria and lies to Hordak. Then she flips the switch. When Adora tries to fix things, Catra fights to her own death to make sure that the world disintegrates with her. For her part, Adora fights first to understand what is wrong with the world and then to fix it. Finally she tells Catra that destroying the world is her choice and she has to live with it, decks her, and then sees her off with a death glare once the portal is closed. With this, Adora writes Catra off even if, as she says later, she never never hated her. By doing that, Adora casts off the guilt that had dogged her and takes responsibility for her own life rather than someone else’s - this is actually a huge step for her, and one that will become more important in Season 4.

Season 4 is in many ways the nadir of their relationship. They only see each other once during the entire season, in Fluterrina, when Adora tries to blast Catra, much to the latter’s shock. There’s a sense in that scene that Catra is trying to have the same flirtatious enmity she used to have with Adora, and Adora is having none of it. Catra almost seems hurt by this, which is an early hint at how isolated Catra is beginning to feel. Catra spends the rest of the season at her highest and lowest. On the one hand she spends most of 12 episodes winning by every standard she has ever claimed to care about, besting Hordak himself in single combat and making herself co-ruler of the Horde and coming within a day’s march of ending the Rebellion. In many ways it is the ultimate empowerment fantasy - the abused young woman has defeated her abusers, showed up everyone who doubted her and forced everyone to respect her. But I think it’s striking that the show starts with her and Adora dreaming of conquering the world together and in Season 4 Catra nearly succeeds in conquering it alone, almost like she was trying to live out her old shared fantasy while proving she didn’t need her former best friend. 

At the same time, Catra is clearly miserable. She’s always been unhappy, but in Season 4 we see her completely isolated and lying to herself and everyone who will listen in a desperate attempt to justify her actions. Turning the tactics of Hordak and Shadow Weaver against them to gain power and then against Scorpia and Entrapta to maintain it haven’t vindicated Catra, they’ve made her more and more alone as Entrapta is exiled and Scorpia drifts away. Meanwhile Catra reaches out to Double Trouble, and her interactions with them reek of a kind of desperate desire to have someone in her life (the feeling of their interaction is of an unhealthy casual relationship where one partner becomes emotionally invested and the other takes advantage of that while denying the other the closeness they desire). As people leave her, one after the other, it becomes clearer and clearer that Catra doesn’t want power at all - she wants connection, friendship, love, and power is a very poor replacement. As I said in my long Catra rant, Season 4 is both her ‘Walter White as a Catgirl’ season and the beginning of her redemption. Everything comes to head when Sparkles destroys everything Catra has tried to achieve, Double Trouble delivers those harsh truths and Horde Prime shows up and makes it all irrelevant, just highlighting how futile all her struggles and sacrifices and crimes have been.

Meanwhile Adora spends Season 4 becoming her own her and her own woman. After telling off Catra, she grows more and more disillusioned with Light Hope and critical of Glimmer (though the latter has more than a shade of her old habit of taking responsibility for others - Adora’s development is not linear). She’s gained the courage and confidence to strike out her own path, not just follow a destiny. At the season’s end she once again breaks with her best friend to do what is right, and discards the destiny that she was being prepared for. But in this case she isn’t chasing one packaged destiny for another, instead she’s making her own choice and literally shattering the thing that she thought gave her life purpose. It’s badass, and heartbreaking, and along with decking Catra and jumping after Catra into the abyss (see below) it’s the perfect Adora moment.

In many ways Season 5 starts with Catra and Adora farther apart than they have ever been. They aren’t even enemies anymore, they’re completely out of each other’s lives. And both Catra and Adora are lost at the beginning of Season 5 - Catra is useless and alone on Prime’s ship, completely defeated despite ostensibly being on the winning side, and she goes through the motions of her normal plotting without any particular conviction and none of her normal flair. Meanwhile Adora is even more miserable and self-destructive than usual, throwing herself at Horde Bots and working herself until she drops of exhaustion. In a very real way they both stay lost until they have a chance to help the other. Catra takes responsibility for what she’s done and what she can do, saves Glimmer (at least partly for Adora’s sake), apologizes to Adora, and sacrifices herself. Adora only seems to come alive when she decides to turn around, face Prime, and save the cat. And when she does, Catra and Adora’s arcs, which had separated so completely in season 4, come crashing back together to end the series.

Adora during Save the Cat is such a contrast with the uncertain, hesitant and self-destructive wreck we’ve seen so far in Season 5. This is possibly her craziest plan in 3 years of mostly cazy plans, but she never wavers or questions herself. Even when Chipped Catra appears and we see Adora’s heart break while we watch, Adora doesn’t back down or relent. She keeps at it even as the tears stream down her face. She fights better trying to save Catra without She-Ra’s powers than she fought at the Battle of Bright Moon with them. Catra’s just about as desperate - we see her cry and plead, and now is probably as good a time to any to point out how amazing a job both VAs did throughout the show, but especially in this episode, and how good a job the board artists did. 

Seeing each other for the first time in a year, and only the second time since Catra blew everything up, Catra and Adora are probably the rawest and least restrained we’ve ever seen them. There’s barely any banter, no bravado, and no pretense that they are anything other than two women who desperately need each other (Prime doesn’t help with ‘You broke my heart’.) Then Catra is flung to her death, Adora jumps after her, breaks both her legs in the fall (we see her crawl to Catra, as though she couldn’t walk) and becomes the real She-Ra. It’s such a triumphant and deeply queer moment seeing a woman transformed into a warrior goddess to protect the woman she loves, and it’s the reason that, as dark as it is, Save the Cat is my Comfort Food episode.

Let’s not sleep on Taking Control, though. This episode is like a microcosm of what this show does best, especially the A plot with Catra and Adora. Catra’s reversion to lashing out at everyone and her refusal to be open to Adora shows just how much of a struggle this whole ‘being good and trying to connect to people’ thing is. Catra’s outburst gives Adora a chance to stand up for herself and refuse to be Catra’s punching bag, while also not trying to control her. Adora’s ultimatum gives Catra a chance to reach out to Adora (quite literally), and allow herself to be vulnerable. In this episode, we see just how far Catra and Adora have come since the messed up stew of their relationship in Season 1. Adora lets Catra be responsible for her own actions; Catra lets herself be vulnerable to Adora and takes responsibility for her actions. They’re both better people and better friends and better partners than they were, and the show has shown this in a strikingly nuanced and realistic way. 

The important thing to note in the next few episodes of Season 5 isn’t just how much closer Catra and Adora get to each other and how much they flirt (So much. So much, y’all) but just how -happy- they are. We see both of them transformed in the other’s presence. Basically, since they’ve parted, both Catra and Adora have been defined in no small part by how miserable they often are. They have both had their triumphs and their lighter moments, but there’s been a sense of melancholy dogging both Catra and Adora since episode 1. And now that they’re together again, that lifts, somewhat. Catra’s verbal barbs have lost their venom, and she can openly show how much she cares for Adora and even Bow and Glimmer. She’s still herself - snarky, cynical, somewhat devious - but she’s not engaged in a self-destructive zero-sum struggle with everyone around her. Meanwhile Adora has spent 4 seasons being a neurotic and sometimes nearly joyless mess who takes responsibility for everything and often doesn’t let herself enjoy anything other than the odd BFS group hug (exceptions include trying to uh...impress Huntara and reveling with the butterfly ladies of Elberron in Flutterina).  Around Catra, though, she’s a cocky, swaggering jock who gives as good as she gets. It’s a side of Adora we’ve only seen hints of before, and one that’s so much more confident and joyful even as the world is ending around her. Apart, Catra had tried to protect and vindicate herself with power and conquest, while Adora had tried to forget herself in duty and sacrifice. Together, they can be themselves again. This dynamic is crucial to the show’s portrayal of Catra and Adora’s romance because it doesn’t just show how much they love each other, but how they’re -good- for each other now that they’ve grown as people, and that they are so much better than they were when they were apart.

Until Shadow Weaver shows up. Their old abuser reintroduces tensions but even then things are different than they were. Now Catra isn’t just resentful of how Shadow Weaver prefers Adora - she’s  protective of Adora, which is clearest in Failsafe when she calls Shadow Weaver out for being willing to sacrifice Adora. And while Adora takes the Failsafe, it isn’t to follow her destiny or because she has a death wish - it’s because she loves her friends, and she is the only one who has any hope of doing this and living (though Catra’s suggestion that Shadow Weaver take it is a good one). And finally, when Catra leaves Adora, it isn’t because she hates Adora, nor, despite what she says, is it because she really thinks that Adora chose Shadow Weaver. At least, not exactly. It’s because Catra loves Adora, and can admit that to herself, and can’t stay around and watch the woman she loves sacrifice herself rather than choosing Catra. Before Catra leaves, she asks Adora ‘What do you want?” It’s a question that echoes Shadow Weaver’s speech in Episode 1: ‘isn’t this what you always wanted since you could want anything?’ As much as Adora has grown as a person, and defined herself and stood up for what she thinks is right, she still has never answered that question - it’s never been ‘what do I want’ but ‘what do I have to do?’ and that’s how Adora answers Catra’s question. This is Adora’s last gasp as a self-transcending hero, letting go of what she wants (not that she ever dared articulate what that was) in order to do what must be done. And it nearly kills her and dooms the universe, because Adora can’t be the hero that she needs to be by being anyone less than herself.

But it’s losing Catra that inspires Adora to tell off Shadow Weaver for good (not that she’d ever really warmed to her after season 1). And it’s love for Adora that inspires Catra to stand up to Shadow Weaver and demand that she do the right thing. In both cases, Catra and Adora aren’t just standing up to their abuser, but holding her to account for the harm she’s caused, and it’s the love that they have for each other that inspires them to do this. In Catra’s case in particular her refusal to let Shadow Weaver weasel out of finding Adora is a much greater triumph over Shadow Weaver than beating her up and breaking her mask in Season 1 - it’s proof not so much to Shadow Weaver but to Catra herself that Catra really is better than this and that she deserves better than this. It’s not turning her abuser’s tactics against her, but truly holding her to a moral standard and demanding that she do the right thing.

And then there’s Catra and Adora together at the heart. Catra has already come back for Adora and stayed to the end, choosing to die with her even if she can’t share a life together (not out of some death wish, but because Adora needs her). And Adora, who’s been avoiding answering the question for three fucking years, finally let’s herself want Catra when Catra finally confesses her love (breaking the last of her self-protective shields) and asks Adora to stay -for her-. And by admitting what she wants, Adora can truly be at peace with herself and be the hero she needs to be, lesbianism saves the universe, The End.

So anyway, that’s how Catra and Adora’s stories are woven together and how they compliment and comment on each other. Narrativiely, Adora and Catra start together, come apart, find something of themselves, and truly find themselves and each other when they are reunited. Thematically, they are critiquing seemingly opposing narrative tropes - empowerment narratives and narratives of self sacrifice. But by showing the flaws in both types of story and showing how neither self-seeking empowerment nor self-negating self sacrifice can actually make us happy, She-Ra asks and answers more profound questions than most prestige dramas for adults do. I’ll get into how the show sells the idea that the power of love can bring us happiness (and save the world) in a future post. But next up, I’m going to celebrate just how much Catra and Adora’s relationship revels in ambiguity, complexity and contradiction and so tells a grown up love story in a kid’s show.

[makerkenzie]

In your opinion, what immediate changes would there be if Robett Glover was given command of the forces at the battle of the Greenfork, and Roose Bolton was subsequently killed while fighting in the vanguard? Obviously, this means no Red Wedding down the line, but how do you think this would affect the rest of the Stark/Tully war effort, in the months following?

I am hardly an expert on the Glovers.

But if Roose Bolton is killed early on? Then, yeah, a lot of stuff happens differently. Doesn't necessarily mean the Red Wedding (or something equally heinous) doesn't happen.

If Roose is killed at the Green Fork, then first of all, there's no more House Bolton. The Dreadfort castle and lands are up for grabs. So, that's a reward Robb can dangle in front of his loyal bannermen. And that...can go a lot of ways.

It also means the Bolton troops may or may not keep fighting for Robb. That depends a lot on how he works with them. If they decide to pack it in, then, that already takes a chunk out of the Starks' forces.

Even so: without Roose Bolton involving himself in Robb's strategy, there are no pointless sieges of Darry and Duskendale, so Robb doesn't lose a third of his troops on castles that nobody cares about. All other factors being equal, that means Robb isn't nearly so desperate to get the Freys back on his side. He still needs them, though. He just doesn't need to march straight to the Twins to do the Apology Dance for Walder Frey, which means he doesn't need to pressure Uncle Edmure to marry a Frey girl.

But speaking of getting the Freys back on his side, the bigger questions for the war going differently are: 1. Do the Lannister-Tyrells still win at the Blackwater? 2+: Does Robb still renege on his marriage pact with the Freys?

With or without Roose Bolton, we've still got the Greyjoys taking over the North, and the littlest Stark boys missing and presumed dead. We've still got Rickard Karstark throwing tantrums. We've still got the North/Riverlands alliance assuming they can negotiate independence with Stannis Baratheon, and their being completely mistaken about that. We've still got the Riverlands being surrounded on all sides by the remaining kingdoms. We've still got Robb and Cat butting heads over what to do with Jaime. We've still got Robb and Uncle Brynden failing to communicate with Uncle Edmure.

Regardless of who's in charge at the Green Fork, presumably Tywin still gets his ass handed to him at Whispering Wood, which means he needs to rethink his strategy. Without Roose Bolton, however, Tywin needs to seek out other weak links in the alliance. But here's the thing: there are plenty of weak links, especially the Freys.

If Tywin still wins at the Blackwater, then the Freys still abandon the Starks, and that's a problem for the Starks even if there's no Red Wedding. If Stannis wins at the Blackwater, meanwhile, then the Stark-Tully alliance is still in for a rude awakening when the new Baratheon regime refuses to discuss independence. The primary difference is in how much longer the war drags on.

If Robb doesn't end up married to the wrong lord's daughter, then the Freys abandon him without murdering him. It's still a problem when they abandon him following the Lannister victory at the Blackwater.

What leads up to Robb getting married to Jeyne Westerling, though? That's part of Tywin's strategy of peeling away the Starks' allies, and I doubt Roose Bolton was necessary for Sybell Spicer and Uncle Rolph to get in touch with Tywin. If Robb still marries Jeyne, then Walder Frey is still determined to host Murderous Spite Theater, and the Freys still butcher the Starks & Co. by violating guest right.

Without Roose Bolton to help plan the massacre, Murderous Spite Theater is...probably less elegant. I feel like it was Roose's idea to have the musicians play the Rains of Castamere right before the murders began. If there's no one playing the Rains of Castamere at the event of murdering the Starks, then it's easier for the Lannister regime to distance themselves from the murders, which is better for them in the long term.

With or without Roose Bolton, the North can't win the war.

[sub-danny]

What about Alex Kerner having a mommy kink and getting all bratty/needy with his girlfriend, earning himself a spanking and an edging session? 🥺🥺

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Warnings: Mummy kink, spanking, edging, Alex being a brat

You wouldn’t get the grades you needed if you didn’t work for it. You knew it, of course; Alex knew it, and yet he still insisted on being a brat and tried to distract you from your work.

It had been a long day for Alex going out to try and install TV satellites for people, and when he came home, he found you sitting at the dinner table with your books thrown all over it, writing down lots of notes and highlighting the important parts. Alex huffed in disappointment that you didn’t even seem to notice his arrival, instead, your eyes never left the paper in front of you.

He was hungry and so he quickly fixed himself up a snack and sat down on the chair opposite you, watching as you worked. He’d hoped you might say something, anything, but he hoped in vain. You two sat in awkward silence as you worked away until Alex couldn’t handle it anymore. He got up and placed his food away and then moved to stand behind you. He leant forward and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into his body as he pushed his face into your neck.

“Alex! I’m trying to work,” you complained but that just made Alex whine and hold you tighter.

“I want you,” he moaned into your neck, pressing a burning kiss to that delicate skin.

“You have to wait.” you replied, taking ahold of Alex’s arms and pushing them off you. As soon as you pushed him away, he clung to you, brushing his nose over the side of your face.

“Now Mummy!”

Alex said it with such urgency you finally pulled your eyes away from your paper and to Alex, who had lifted his head, though his arms were still wrapped tightly around you. You knew you should carry on with your work. It was important. But a deeper, more demanding part of you wanted to punish Alex for how demanding he was being. Against your better judgment, your hands grasped the arms that were wrapped around you and pulled them off you.

You quickly jumped up from your seat, and with one hand, you grasped Alex’s shirt, pulling him over to the table and forcing him to lie upon it, face down. The force of it made him groan, but before his mind could fill with any thoughts, your fingers were already unbuckling his belt. Pulling it off, you grasped his hands, pulling them behind his back and tightening the belt around them so they remained there, making him unable to lift himself off the table. With that, your fingers went back to the button and zip on his trousers.

You tugged the coarse material down to his ankles until he was just left with the thin material of his boxers to cover his modesty. You let your hand run along with it for a moment, feeling the warm skin underneath it till finally you couldn’t hold back any longer and had to tug the boxers down to join his trousers at his ankles. How his ass was bare for you to see, and how plump and delicious it looked.

You owed him a punishment, however, and you always saw through on them.

“You’ve been exceedingly irritating today Alex, you know I need to concentrate on my work.”

“But I need you!” he whines, buckling his ass back to try and find some sort of relief which you wouldn’t grant him.

“No, if you can’t behave, then you have to pay the price. 10 spanks, Alex.”

He groaned, hearing your words and pushed his head into the table. His cock was aching for your touch, and being hit on his ass was only going to make it worse.

“Mummy, please, I need you to help me.”

“No, Alex. You are to take and accept these spankings and be grateful for them like a good little boy.”

He took a few moments in debating in his mind if he should continue to argue, but ultimately he decided against him.

“Yes, Mummy.”

He barely got the words out when your hand connected with his ass, causing him to yelp in surprise. Instantly he felt his ass cheeks heat up and sting from the pain inflicted onto it, but being a good boy that you wanted and hoping he might be rewarded afterwards, he thanked you for it.

The next three slaps brought tears to his eyes and a groan from his throat. With his hands tied behind him, he couldn’t stop the way his body was thrown forward on the table with every hit, his hips painfully colliding with the edge of the table, sure to leave bruises.

By the 7th strike, he was biting his bottom lip, desperate to keep in his moans of pleasure as the pain of being hit was beginning to arouse him further, making his cock press into the edge of the table. His cheeks were a ruby red which was starting to spread on his thighs and lower back. Finally, at the last strike, Alex had lost all resistance to hold back his voice. He moaned loudly, screwing his eyes shut from the overwhelming sensations of pain and pleasure that swarmed his very being.

You could have ended the punishment there, but instead, you were feeling extra sadistic, and so undoing the tie around his hands, you picked his hips up and turned him over onto his back. His legs dangled before you, and he positioned his hands on his chest, which you quickly snatched up again to tie together. A sparkle of hope was in Alex’s eyes, believing he would be receiving his reward and when your warm palm started stroking the soft skin of his cock he was grinning in happiness.

“Oh mummy, yes, that’s perfect. Please, I- I’m going to…” he speaks out after mumbling nonsense after his breath for a few minutes. You didn’t need his words to let you know he was close, though. The blissful look on his face, the way his jaw slackened and how his own hips started rutting up into you was enough of an indication. The result of this, though, wasn’t Alex’s release; however, instead, it was your palm’s release of his cock, suddenly leaving it without any friction and for him no climax.

A cry left his lips as his hips buckled, desperately trying to find some fraction again, but you wouldn’t allow it to. So much pressure had built up inside his balls that without the release, it pained him. His head hit the back of the wooden table with a loud thunk and made him swear from the pain as his body wriggled. His mind finally came back to him and words spilt from his lips as he tried to plead with you.

“Please, mummy, I’ll be a good boy. I promise. I won’t disrupt your work again; I won’t do anything bad; just please let me come.”

He looked so pretty before you, tears streaming down his face, his legs bent up exposing his red ass and leaking cock, his hands tied in front of him and pleas leaving his lips in desperation. It was one of those times you wished you could replay again and again within your mind.

Your eagerness got the better of you, though, and you quickly grasped his cock again, making him let out a lewd moan as the friction was returned to him. You pumped him faster, letting your thumb graze his sensitive tip a few times, enjoying how the air got stuck in his throat every time you did so. His own chest heaved up and down now as his hips thrusted upwards, chasing that pleasure, and as you felt his cock twitch in your palm, you released him once again.

Alex’s eyes screwed shut as a scream tore from his throat, his agony getting the best of him. Twice now, he had been denied his release costing his balls the torture of build up pressure. His whole body was thrashing on the table, desperate for something, anything to let him achieve that release, but he found nothing. He was caught in purgatory for the next hour, constantly pushed towards his release only to have it pulled away from him once again.

He would think twice before disturbing you next time.

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I was wondering is I could get a scenario where reader is actually a descendant of decarabian and is out to get revenge on barbatos and take back mondstat and barbatos’s gnosis so they can become the anemo archon. They are a spy in mondstat trying to gather information before they put their plan into full affect but end up falling in love with venti in the process and don’t know if they want to get revenge anymore so they tell venti everything.

Of course, I would be happy to! Thank you for being my first request! This is a little long, but I hope you like it!

Child of the Storm

Warnings: Some angst in the middle

Venti x GN!Reader

2.8k Words

Decarabian had many children. These children are known as storm sprites. Quite a few exist, though their numbers are greatly diminished now that he has fallen and Barbatos became the Anemo Archon. They’re mostly peaceful, but not all of them. Not you.

No, you want revenge. Barbatos took what was rightfully your father’s, the anemo gnosis and position as Archon. Decarabian had only been doing what he felt was right. He was protecting the people from the harsh and cruel colds of the outside world. And this was how he was rewarded?

It’s not like Barbatos is a good Archon anyway. He goes missing for centuries at a time, sleeping his time away. He doesn’t actively protect and guide his people. He is lazy and irresponsible. He does not deserve what is rightfully your father’s. And so, since your father cannot take the gnosis and rise to his rightful station, you will.

This is not something that is easily done. Even though he is the weakest of the Archons, Barbatos is still an Archon. There is an inherent power and ability that comes from simply holding a gnosis. So you must prepare.

To do so, you become a spy in Mondstadt. It takes a lot of power to create a human form. But using the remnants of your father’s power and what power you have in reserve, you manage it. You integrate yourself in the city by becoming a knight of favonius and making many friends. Kaeya in particular is rather fond of you.

Why a knight? You may as well protect your people in the meantime. Hypocrisy is not a good look on you. And having many friends will help you get more information and have a better cover. So your plan begins. You do not actively speak against Barbatos, but you do not speak or act in his favor either. Your friends come to know you as a sort of neutral party on religion.

It baffled you how everyone in the city seemed to love Barbatos. How could they love an absent Archon? How could they love someone who abandoned them and hate one who was always there for them? Nothing about it made sense.

Your plan works perfectly. It was slow at first, but you’ve started to get more and more information on the going ons of the city. Most of it is trustworthy, but don't sources, like gossiping with Kaeya, tend to have mixed results. Sometimes his information is factual and completely true. Sometimes it is something he seems to have made up off the top of his head.

One evening you were waiting for Kaeya to meet you at Angel’s Share for another one of your information sharing (read: gossiping) sessions. As you wait you take a moment to enjoy the music played by one of the many bards that play at the tavern. The music tonight is particularly good and played by a bard in green.

His teal tipped braids, dark hair, and flower in his cap compliment his fair complexion. The tips of his braids seem to almost glow in the dark. His slim fingers seem to dance across the strings of his lyre. It’s an enchanting sight and you may have just fallen a little in love. Just a little.

Vengeance is your whole purpose, you cannot allow something like a little infatuation to distract you from that. And yet you can’t help but return to the bar over and over just to see him play. You start to tip him anonymously with apples and wine. It’s not your fault, he’s just too good at what he does. This is just you giving him the reward he deserves.

He eventually catches on and finds out who’s leaving the tips, because Charles is a dirty traitor. But it would be easier to be mad if Venti wasn’t so grateful and happy to have figured out it’s you who’s leaving the tips. The two of you formally introduce yourselves to each other and strike up a good conversation. You end up spending a lot of time together with him after his performances. He seems to enjoy those nights as much as you do. And sometimes you catch him staring at you with a dreamy look out of the corner of your eye.

But you start noticing a couple odd things. He has an absolutely ridiculous alcohol tolerance with no sign of debilitating hangovers. While singing, he doesn’t seem to stop as often to breath as much as other bards. It could be passed off as him just being better a better bard, except for the fact that it’s by a superhuman margin.

When you spot him turning into a wind sprite to sleep in a small shelter in an alleyway, it explains a lot of things. However, some of your questions go unanswered until one night when you’re playing around as a storm sprite. You notice him sitting on the hands of the statue of Barbatos and get curious. He seems to be speaking, so you hide behind the statue and listen carefully to what he is saying.

“Oh, Himmel,” he sighs. “Am I doing the right thing? Everyone seems happy, but would they be happier if I was a better and more active Archon?” Your world stops. How is this possible? Why him? Why did it have to be him? Could you even do this anymore? What in the world would you do with yourself if not this? If you’re honest with yourself you have to admit that you have come to love him.

This is your life purpose! But you love him! How can you fulfill your purpose if it requires you to harm the one you have come to love? What would your father think? Nevermind, you know what your father would think. He would call you a weakling for not following through. But he’s dead. So does what he would say even matter anymore?

Your existential crisis lasts for a solid week. Venti notices how distant you’ve become and does ask about it, but leaves it be once he sees that you’re not ready to talk about it. One day it becomes too much. He deserves to know, you decide. It may be hard and may drive him away from you entirely.

But you can’t keep this from him. Doing so wouldn’t be right and he should know the truth before the two of you even consider having more of a relationship than you already have. So no matter how much it scares you and tears you up inside, you choose to tell him.

“Venti, could you meet me at Starsnatch cliff tomorrow?” You ask him, nervously. “I have something I need to tell you.” He seems surprised, but is agreeable to the idea. “Sure,” he replies. “I’ll see you then!” The smile he sends you kills you a little more inside.

“I need to go,” you tell him as you hurriedly got up, paid your bill, and left. “Was it something I said?” Venti wondered behind you. Shrugging, he takes another sip of his drink. “Well, I guess I can ask them tomorrow.”

Tomorrow comes too soon, after a sleepless night of tossing and turning in your bed. There is nothing you want to do less than go to Starsnatch cliff, but you promised. So you go. You take your time getting there before sitting down with your feet dangling off the edge of the cliff. The day is beautiful. Much too beautiful for a day that may just ruin your life forever.

Taking a deep breath, you notice some footsteps coming up behind you. “Hey there,” Venti says. “It took me a while to find you. Be a bit more specific next time, won’t you?” You nod absentmindedly and pat the ground next to you. After he sits down, you start.

“Once upon a time there was a storm sprite, a child of Decarabian. They were created near the end of his reign, too young to join in the effort to protect him and his cause: protecting the people of Mondstadt from the cold blizzards of the outside. This was before the snows were blown away, and blizzards were abundant. Decarabian had created a barrier to protect his people from almost certain death.

“Yet his people did not appreciate his protection. They rebelled against him and he fell before them. If Barbatos had not risen to power, the people would have faced almost certain death to the harsh winds of Boreas.

“But, in any case, there was only one storm sprite left in the area to hear his dying wish. He wished for vengeance, retribution for the injustice he received for fulfilling his duty to protect. And it became that storm sprite’s purpose for existence. Or so they thought.

“They spent many, many centuries plotting the downfall of Barbatos, growing in power slowly. Eventually they were able to create a human form and walk among the people of Mondstadt. And walk among the people they did, collecting information and preparing for the date they would finally find Barbatos and take back what was rightfully their father’s.”

You stop a moment for a chance to breathe and glance at him to see how he was taking the story. He looked thoughtful and he gazed out towards the horizon. So you take courage and continue.

“But then, something happened- something completely unplanned. The storm sprite fell in love. At first it was just infatuation but it grew and grew until it became something stronger and more pure. They truly loved, for the first time since their father had died. And there were signs that the one they loved might even feel the same.

“Then something happened. Something that made their whole world fall apart. They found out that the one they had grown to love was Lord Barbatos himself.” There was a moment of silence. You don’t dare look at him. You are absolutely terrified. After you take a deep breath to steady yourself, you keep talking.

“They didn’t know what to do. Their purpose was to destroy the man and everything he stood for. But their heart would never let them do it. Eventually they made a very difficult decision. They would tell him.

“This is my story, Venti. This is my life and my past. It’s not pretty and it’s not kind. You have every right to hate me, despise me. If you no longer want anything to do with me, I would understand. I just… like I said, I just felt that you deserve to know.”

There’s another moment of silence, slightly longer, heavier, and more awkward than the ones before. When you turned to look at him, drawing your knees up to your chest, you saw him looking at you, pensive. What did he see? You wonder. Does he see a monster who was plotting his demise? Does he see someone unforgivable and unwanted? Will he send me away from Mondstadt forever?

As you looked down at your shoes, a thousand more thoughts running through your mind, he finally spoke. “Well, I’ll admit that this is not what I thought you’d wanted to talk about today. I was expecting something more along the lines of a confession, honestly. And I suppose you did admit that you love me as part of your story, but part of me wishes that you had stopped there.”

If possible, your head drops lower as you press your forehead to your knees. “But,” he carried on. “I’m grateful that you told me this. It really would have messed things up more if you waited until we were in a relationship to tell me. For now, I’d say you should keep going on as you are. Live your life the best you can. I would really prefer if you found a new purpose, one that doesn’t end in my utter destruction, but you’re free to make that decision.

“I won’t chase you out, if that’s something you’re worried about. You’ve proven that you love Mondstadt and cherish it’s people. But I will ask for some space. It’s going to take some time for me to process all of this. I’m going to go now. I’ll approach you when I’m ready, please leave me be until then.”

“Okay,” you whisper loud enough for him to hear. Then he gets up and walks off. You cry until you can’t cry any more. You’re not sure why, you deserve this and were expecting this after all. But it still hurts. The close relationship the two of you had was gone. And you miss it already.

After some time you pull yourself together, clean yourself up best you can, and head back to Mondstadt. You follow his advice and keep going with your life. Your new purpose, you decide, is to serve and protect Mondstadt and all its people. Kaeya and your other friends notice something’s different and ask about it in concern.

Most lay off after you say you’re not ready to talk about it. But Kaeya, being the persuasive and stubborn guy he is, didn’t give up until you admitted that you’d done something that messed up your relationship with Venti. He knew how much Venti meant to you and made time to be with you more while Venti took his time deciding what he’d do about it.

Then Dvalin started attacking, a traveler came to visit, and fatui were more abundant. You would have loved to take action against all of these, but Venti was so closely entwined with all of these issues that you didn’t dare. Things seemed to be working out okay without you anyway.

But then you felt a disturbance. A fatui was approaching the cathedral. That was odd because while the fatui aren’t exactly subtle about not respecting Lord Barbatos, they were never as bold as to go near his cathedral. Something was wrong and you were determined to find out what.

You arrived just as La Signora tore his gnosis out. While you froze in shock for a moment, you burst into motion the minute she stopped for a moment to look at it. With the speed of a burst of lightning, you snatched the gnosis from her hand and disappeared. You only stopped when you reached Old Mondstadt, but you could still hear her scream of rage.

You stash the gnosis away, hidden in a satchel that you usually carry with you. As you’re heading home you run across Kaeya. After talking with him for a moment, you get an idea. “Kaeya, could you deliver a message to Venti for me?” You ask. “Sure,” he said, smirking a little. “Are you going to try and make it up to him?”

“In a way,” you respond. “Just tell him to meet me where we last spoke, okay?” After a moment of fake consideration and stroking his non-existent beard, he agreed and the two of you parted ways. He went on to Mondstadt and you headed to Starsnatch Cliff.

You didn’t wait long, a four pair of footsteps came quickly. From their pace you could tell that they’d run all the way there. Once they came to a stop you turn to greet them. They were guarded and wary, which was understandable, but it still hurt.

When you pull the gnosis out of your bag, you see looks of shock. “What?” You question. “Did you think I would claim it myself or something?” The traveler nodded, Diluc shrugged, Jean wobbled her head back and forth, while Venti looked a little ashamed of himself. You smile ruefully. “I guess I deserve that. But here,” you hand the gnosis over to Venti. “I believe this is yours.”

He looks at the gnosis, then at you, then the gnosis, and repeats the pattern a couple times, his eyes wide. Eventually his eyes settle on you as he absorbs the gnosis. When the shine of his transformation was still wearing off, you feel a pair of arms wrap around you and hug you to a chest.

“Thank you,” Venti murmurs in your ear. “I think you’ve more than proven yourself to me. I forgive you. How could I ever thank you for this?” You smile and hug him back. “Maybe you could consider joining me for lunch tomorrow?” You smile even wider when you feel him kiss your cheek. “I think I can do that,” he agrees.

When the two of you part, he un-transforms, and you both turn to look his companions. Diluc has one eyebrow raised. Jean seems to have gone into shock. Traveler’s face is bright red and Paimon is covering their eyes and glaring at you. You both laugh, making Paimon glare harder. Diluc actually cracks a smile. And Jean snaps out of her shock and laughs a little with you.

Your date the next day goes wonderfully, and neither of you can wait for the next one.

[intheticklecloset]

The Great Academia Road Trip, Part 5 (My Hero Academia)

Primary Universe

Summary: While playing one-on-one basketball, Mina challenges Sero to a competition that quickly goes awry...for her, anyway!

A/N: This was so much fun to work on! I love the dynamic between these two, and it was fun to make this a kind of sequel to "Oreos and Lemonade!" Enjoy! ^^

Word Count: 1,345

@veryblushyswitch

Part 1

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“Oreo?” Sero asked, handing the open package to Mina, who smirked and took two.

She reached into the mini-cooler they’d brought outside with them and waved a can at him teasingly. “Lemonade?”

He laughed, took the can, and together they each indulged in his favorite snack combination. It was evening and the sun was about to set. The two of them had been playing outside on the hotel’s basketball court for most of the afternoon with their friends, but everyone else had long since retired in favor of getting some dinner and some rest. Only Mina and Sero were determined to enjoy the outdoors while they had some actual time off for as long as they could.

“Want to go one more round?” he asked her after taking a long drink of lemonade, setting his can on one of the stone benches nearby.

Mina hummed her approval as she bit into her last cookie. “Obviously.”

“First to five?”

“How about first to ten?”

He waited. “What, no bet this time?”

Mina laughed, punching his arm. “You are never going to let that go, are you?”

Sero smiled. “Nah, but I’m also not upset about it. I got my revenge with the rest of the guys, remember?”

“Oh, yeah. I remember.” Mina set her lemonade down as well, then picked up the basketball and spun it around in her palm. “Well, what do you think?”

“Sure, best of ten.” He cracked his knuckles and jogged out to center court with her. “Bring it on.”

For the next several minutes the two of them played one-on-one basketball, keeping relatively even with their scoring until it was 7-7. Then – as she often seemed to – Mina began to pull ahead. She scored eight and nine on Sero with ease, turning to him with a smirk as they prepared for the next rally.

“Ready to admit defeat?” she asked him with a wink.

“The game’s not over yet,” he shot back with a smile.

To his credit, Sero managed to score his eighth point before she got the better of him again. However, it didn’t take long at all for her to gain the upper hand and go in for a slam dunk to earn her winning score.

As soon as her hands came down on the rim of the netless hoop, Sero shot two streams of tape at her to keep her right where she was, dangling a couple of feet above the ground.

“Hey!” she cried, kicking to try and gain some kind of momentum as she struggled to free her hands. “What are you doing?”

Sero chuckled. “Congratulations, Mina. You won – again.”

She smirked down at him despite her awkward situation. “Seriously, you are never going to let it go.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” he replied innocently, cracking his knuckles again before wiggling his fingers at her. “But I do know you deserve a reward for your victory.”

“Eeep!” she squeaked, already giggling before he even got close to her. Strung up as she was like this, absolutely every part of her was vulnerable; her t-shirt had even ridden up slightly to expose a bit of her belly for him. “W-Wait, Sero, let’s talk about this!”

“What’s there to talk about? You won. You get a prize.” Sero smirked as he finally began scribbling his fingers gently up and down her sides and ribs, making her shriek and kick.

“S-Sehehehehehehehero!” Mina giggled helplessly, surprised how much more ticklish she felt now than she did when all four of the guys ganged up on her at once. Perhaps it was the intimacy of a one-on-one interaction? She wasn’t sure, but she did know that it tickled, and she squealed and squirmed uselessly as his fingers danced along her torso, eventually traveling down to her belly and hips. “Aiiee! Sehehehehehehero, plehehehehehehease!”

He smiled at her, keeping his touch gentle but consistent. “Please what?”

She didn’t reply; merely kept laughing and kicking at him, though he always dodged her futile attempts to fight back. After a few moments he let his fingers travel around to her back, skittering from the base of her spine up to her shoulder blades.

Sero was surprised when this drew a scream of laughter from her, followed by more frantic kicking. “Oh?” He kept it up, eventually moving to her side to avoid her crazy kicking. “We never did try your back, did we? You seem pretty ticklish here, Mina~”

“Plehehehehehehehease!” she squealed, laughter pouring from her in light, happy, contagious waves. “Sehehehehehero, not thehehehehehehehere!”

“Not here? Well, that’s a shame.” He smirked, though she couldn’t see it. “I suppose I could just tickle your feet instead~”

“No!” she yelped, her laughter rising in pitch even though he hadn’t moved at all. “Nonono, plehehehehease not thehehehehere, either!”

“Well, see, now you’re just being restrictive.” Sero laughed, releasing her from his tickly hold just long enough for her to stop kicking, then quickly moving behind her to snatch up her ankles and pin them between his knees to keep her from fighting as he struggled to take her shoes off.

“Sero! Sero, nohohoho!” Mina pleaded, giggling in anticipation. She squirmed against his tape, but it held strong. “Please, not there!”

He paused for a moment, considering. “Do you really want me to stop?”

She said nothing for a long moment. Sero was just about to let her go when she finally muttered, “I haven’t said the safe word yet, dummy…”

“Dummy?!” he exclaimed, ditching any further concerns and digging into her socked soles with renewed vigor. The absolute wail of laughter he pulled from her was more than worth it. “How dare you call me that! I’m just trying to be a good friend and check in, and you call me a dummy?!”

“I’M SOHOHOHOHOHOHOHORRY!!” she cried, laughter bursting from her faster than she could keep up with. He beamed at the hysterics he was causing. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE, SERO!! IT TIHIHIHIHIHIHIHICKLES!!”

“Does it? I couldn’t really tell. Thank you for clarifying!” He peeled back her toes as best he could with her socks still on and wiggled his finger between the first two, surprised when this caused her to dissolve into silent cackles. He decided to take the opportunity to tease her more. “Aww, does this tickle, Miss Mina? Are your toes a little ticklish, hmm? Oh, look! Your other toes are wiggling like crazy! They must want tickles, too, huh?”

Mina drew in a large breath of air in the split second it took him to switch to her other foot, repeating the action with her other toes, making her go right back into her quiet mirth. He laughed along with her, keeping up his tickling and teasing for another several seconds before she finally reached her limit and yelled the safe word.

He stopped immediately, reaching into his back pocket for his knife so he could cut her down, holding her bridal style while she recovered her breath. Her cheeks were pinker than normal and her smile was bright, and when she looked up at him her eyes were filled with so much joy he couldn’t help but stare a little.

“Have fun?” he asked with a chuckle.

“Y-Yeah,” she admitted, sagging into him now that the rest of her strength had been taken from her. She was still letting out leftover giggles.

He walked her over to one of the benches and sat her down, then handed her the lemonade she’d been drinking earlier. After retrieving his knife and offering her a second drink when she finished off the first, he took a seat beside her and looked out at the horizon.

“Pretty sunset,” he offered.

Mina laughed, punching him again. “You’re such a dork.”

“Am I wrong?”

“No.” She took a long drink, recovered more breath, and looked at the sky with him, smiling at the pinks and purples and yellows painting the world like a beautiful canvas. “It is pretty. A perfect way to end the day.”

Sero wrapped his arm around her shoulders for a hug, grinning. “I agree.”

~~~

Part 6

[jeonsjiddies]

extra credit | jjk (m) 3 - final

Summary-  Jungkook loves to take control. Word Count- ~1k Pairing- Jungkook x reader Genre- smut Warnings- dom!jungkook, dirty talk, teasing, edging, power kink, praise kink, dirty talk, daddy kink, exhibitionism, public orgasm, oral (f recieving) Unedited

Part 1 | Part 2

What you thought would be a one time thing quickly morphed into something more, neither you nor Jungkook willing to let go. You were addicted to the feel of him, the smell of him, the way his body moved, the way his voice made you shiver. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough of Jungkook, ever be satiated. He was a drug to you. Jungkook tested your limits, encouraged you to try new things, both in the bedroom and out of it.

Which is how you found yourself at the podium, giving another lecture to his 9am class while he sat innocently in the front row, flipping his phone around in his large hand. The phone that was currently connected via Bluetooth to the vibrating panties pressing up against your sex. Jungkooks eyes shone, no, glittered with mischief as he watched your tense, nervous body give the lecture.

Originally, you had wholeheartedly rejected the idea of wearing vibrating panties to your lecture, with Jungkook able to control their frequency from his phone, but he had ways of convincing you. Those ways had been his sweet lips wrapped around your throbbing bud, that skillful tongue darting in and out of your drenched pussy until you were on the verge of tears, only for Jungkook to tear his mouth away, obscenely running his tongue along the expanse of his lips and letting out a wantan moan.

“Fucking delicious, Angel.”

“Jungkook.” You’d whined, wiggling your hips and pressing your thighs together for the slightest bit of relief.

“What is it, baby? You wanna cum? Want to fall apart on Daddy’s tongue?” He’d teased, trailing a finger lightly along your slit,

“Yes please Daddy!”

“Mmm… only good girls get to cum, my love. And good girls… they do what Daddy says,” he’d held the panties leisurely from the tip of his finger, dangling them in the air in front of you.

“Fine, I’ll wear them, just… make me cum, please!”

Jungkook grinned triumphantly and dove back into your heat, sucking on your throbbing bundle, then licking long stripes along it, working his fingers inside your needy cunt until you were falling apart beneath him, clutching onto his hair and tugging for something to ground yourself from the euphoria coursing through your veins. He’d pulled away once you were a panting, sweaty mess.

“Breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” he’d winked, “but we’re going to be late if we don’t leave soon.”

And so, ever the slave to your own arousal, you’d found yourself in front on fifty college students with a vibrator pressed against your clit and lacy panties threatening to peek out the top of your skirt. Your heart was pounding each time you saw Jungkook turn his phone to unlock it, and he was so enjoying your misfortune. He smirked and drug his finger along the screen, but nothing happened, he was just teasing you. You felt like a rubber band about to snap.

“In chapter thirTEE-“ you gasped, doubling over as vibrations began against your clit just as you were discussing the assigned reading.

“Miss Y/L/N! Are you okay?” One of the girls in the front row asked, alarmed and half standing.

“I’m fine!” You choked out, raising one arm to reassure her, slowly lifting your head to stand up right.

“Are you sure? You don’t look fine.” Jungkook smirked, eyes meeting yours as you stood to your normal height.

“I am fi-ine, Mr. Jeon. Just… a muscle cr-amp.”

Jungkook had turned the intensity up, his thumb nonchalantly moving along his screen to change the pattern of vibrations as you spoke. Your core clenched with each new wave of pleasure and you did your best to act normally with your clit being assaulted by the delicious sensations.

You weren’t sure what was more arousing, the actual vibrations against your clit, or the animalistic glint in Jungkooks’s eyes as he controlled you in the very place you were meant to be in charge.

He backed off for a moment, allowing you to finish your lecture and assign the homework, but just as you were discussing the test the following week, Jungkook turned the power on full blast, sending you reeling right into an orgasm. You doubled over, biting on your arm to try and conceal the groan spilling from your lips as your body shook with pleasure.

“Miss Y/L/N!”

You gripped the podium to keep yourself upright as the aftershocks from your orgasm made your legs weak. You were breathing heavily but held up a hand to reassure your students.

“I am not feeling well, let’s go ahead and end class early. I’ll see you all next week.”

“Will you be okay?” One student asked.

“Maybe you should let me drive you home, professor. Looks like you could use a hand.” Jungkook spoke, slinging his bag onto his shoulder and walking up to you.

“Thank you, Mr. Jeon. I will see the rest of you next week,” you dismissed.

The students shuffled out of the classroom and as soon as the last one was gone, Jungkook locked the door and confidently strode up to you, gripping your chin and angling your head up to meet his gaze.

“Such a good girl for Daddy, you look so pretty when you fall apart for me… I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m gonna make you feel good, professor. Now, take that skirt off and bend over your desk. I’m ready for lunch.”

And who were you to ever deny Jungkook?

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If you were to sort the Infinity Train cast(s) into the Major Arcana a la the Persona games, which Arcana would you give everyone?

anon I had SOOOOO much fun thinking about this, thank you so much for sending me this. I sorted all the major characters, plus a few other entries, based on a mix of Arcana symbolism, Persona series character archetypes, and general vibes. I came up with answers I feel pretty good about for all but four of the Arcana. (Was really tempted to say Strength is every human character who doesn't board the train because they can handle their problems on their own lol.) This is going to be a long-winded post, so I thought I’d post just the list as an image (which hopefully won’t be too blurry!) rather than wrestle with Tumblr formatting trying to make a short list, and put a big text wall under the readmore talking more about my picks.

If this list does end up illegible, the same info is under the readmore as text! Plus some characters for Magician, Strength, Justice, and Death that I didn’t want to add to the “official” list because they’re more based on headcanon. (Although my reasoning for some of the “official” picks is pretty weak lol.)

One-One as 0. The Fool

Oh my gosh, what am I?

IT is great at fleshing out character backstories and families, so One-One at the beginning of S1 is one of the few characters who really feels like a blank slate. He's got a lot of his baggage back by the end of the season, and I think One and One-One are more similar than they seem at first glance, but S1 does seem to have been very formative for One-One and how he thinks about what he's supposed to be doing and how he relates to other people. So it does kind of feel like his fool's journey.

Alrick Timmens as I. The Magician

The magician begins the journey... by beefing it on a dirt bike, dying, and sending his wife flying off the deep end. Rip.

Alrick was an engineer like Amelia, so I could see him suiting some of the themes of the Magician, like conscious thought and manifesting ideas. His apparent playfulness and insecurity are similar to the Magician characters in Persona.

Kez as II. The High Priestess

“We can’t make this decision for you, Kez.” “You know what to do.”

I thought really hard about making Kez the Magician because just like every Magician since Persona 3, she's dumb, horny, and insecure dlkjasfdkl

(and also her showing up at the start of the story arc and being helpful but also super needy is very Magician)

But the idea of "intuition" really does suit Kez. Sometimes her intuition is as bad as her conscious reasoning, but I think that's a lot because she's so confused about what happened with Jeremy, and Morgan making Kez feel like she did a bad thing by helping him.

Tuba as III. The Empress

She made me feel like I was warm all the time.

Tuba's a mom. Sorry, this one's not that deep, haha.

Simon Laurent as IV. The Emperor

Highest number! I'm the leader now.

Simon has a lot of issues, but the one that felt the most prominent to me was his unhealthy relationship with power, authority, dominance, and rules. Another quote I considered using here was what he said in Grace's memory of meeting Amelia: "I never thought I'd get to see the Conductor with my own eyes. He's perfect! Everything finally makes sense again." In his emotional crisis, he thought everything could be fixed just by the existence of a huge, scary, powerful, male authority figure, even if they weren't doing anything helpful or informative.

Atticus as V. The Hierophant

I like to think that our stones are sturdy and handsome, like the Corgis that crafted them.

Atticus is a figure of traditional authority who deeply loves the history, society, and culture of his people. He often provides spiritual wisdom and encourages Tulip to get out of her own head and engage with the world around her. Also in Persona, Hiero is the Dad Arcana so it's very funny to me (a) to make the little dog be Hiero and (b) that the little dog really does have the strongest Wholesome Dad Energy of the whole cast.

Jesse Cosay as VI. The Lovers

Don't tell me what to do. I'm not going to be a part of anything like this, on or off the train.

This was my first and easiest pick lol, Jesse is sooooo Lovers. Like, the focus on choice and personal values and relationships? Yep, that's Jesse. It works on an "actual meaning of the Arcana" level and a "vibes with the Persona characters" level lol... popular, upbeat, and having such an identity crisis.

Lake as VII. The Chariot

I'm my own person, who is getting off this train!

I don't know if Chariot captures all the ways Lake grew over the course of S2, but I feel like they had the most externally focused conflict of all the IT characters, which suits Chariot. They've been fighting to stake out their personhood from start to finish, and they took action and used their willpower to achieve that goal. Also they have at least a little jock energy which is a prereq for Chariot tbh.

Frank as VIII. Strength

I dunno, I kinda imagine him as a simple man and easily underestimated, but with a lot of heart. The Cat may say they're keeping things casual but I don't think she'd take him with her on her private vacation unless he had some kind of inner toughness that would let him stand toe-to-toe with her.

Morgan as IX. The Hermit

I need to be alone right now. Kez... maybe... we can talk later.

I like that Morgan embodies toxic self-isolation and stonewalling and rejection, but that she seems to be moving towards the positive aspects of Hermit and taking some time to calm down and process and think. I like it when characters can embody the best and worst of their Arcana.

Tulip Olsen as X. The Wheel of Fortune

We have to adapt to the changes in our lives. It's the only way things can get better.

Tulip has a lot of themes and conflicts, but this one is a clear standout as the most important. I also like it for Tulip because, while she has to handle a lot of difficult and even traumatic situations, some of the change that challenges her isn't as unambiguously bad as e.g. the death of a loved one. It really is just change itself she's struggling with, and that's Fortune babey. Also, from the perspective of the train itself and lots of other characters, by reversing Amelia and One-One's positions again and changing how One-One administrates the train, Tulip is the one giving the wheel a spin. That's fun.

Lucy as XI. Justice

One of my friends once described the Justice characters in Persona as "the ones the player character is ultimately accountable towards", and I like to think of Lucy as kind of being that for Grace (...since Hazel has excused herself). Lucy is the Apex kid we see Grace interact with the most, the first Apex kid Grace admitted to herself that she had harmed (see Grace very briefly showing distress and then regret when Jesse points the harpoons at his face and she stops him), and the first person to confront Grace when she came home in The New Apex.

Min-Gi Park as XII. The Hanged Man

I don't know if we'll sell a single album, but we'll figure that out as we go.

Min-Gi sacrifices his "realistic", "sensible" goals for a more personally (spiritually, even?) enriching life that's beyond his control and outside of the expected norm. Like the Hanged Man, who dangles foolishly upside-down, but as a deliberate choice and in a state of serenity and enlightenment. I also think this arcana suits a reading of Min-Gi's character development as starting off going slower as a way to stall and live in denial, but then going slower with deliberation. Compare his arrogant insistence on refusing to act in The Astro Queue Car to his patience and care in The Castle Car and The Train to Nowhere.

Jeremy as XIII. Death

This isn't about the death of his family - I'm thinking of his reluctance to admit his number was going down. He cared about Morgan and Kez, and it's possible both that he may have really wanted to stay with them despite his exit and that that might even have been a healthy choice - they're real ass people with feelings and everything, not holodeck characters. But I also think Jeremy was using his life with them to avoid moving on out of that fog (because it was hard and it hurt and he didn't want to think about what that would mean for him and Morgan) and Morgan was enabling him.

Ryan Akagi as XIV. Temperance

Maybe the experience is the point. I wasn't just rushing you. I was rushing myself.

I think this one speaks for itself. Also, the other quote I considered putting here, from The Art Gallery Car: "You told me I can't appreciate the song without taking in the rest of the album. I need the whole package."

The Cat as XV. The Devil

I always do the right thing.

Honestly, this is one I really wasn't sure about. The Cat isn't a great pick for a lot of the meanings of Devil. She is definitely consumed by material comforts, and the short-term rewards of ignoring her issues at a long-term cost, though. This is more of a "vibes with Persona characters with this arcana" pick... Devil characters tend to start off being somewhat exploitative or even antagonistic towards the player character, and gradually showing a more conflicted and genuine side.

Amelia Hughes as XVI. The Tower

There's a hole in the universe where Alrick used to be.

Amelia's life is defined by catastrophe and upheaval - both those she's suffered and those she's inflicted on others.

Hazel as XVII. The Star

I'm going to keep loving you like you're still here.

When I think of "The Star" as a small but inextinguishable light in the darkness, Hazel seems like the obvious choice. Although we left her deeply wounded, I think she still has a flicker of her hope, faith, and purpose.

Grace Monroe as XVIII. The Moon

But it's unfair for me to tell you how to understand yourself. I mean, I don't even fully understand me.

Grace is probably the most complex and dynamic character on the show and hence one of the most difficult to place. I considered Empress, Strength, Devil, and Judgement for her... I think ultimately, lies and illusions are the most unifying theme of her character arc. Also, from a Persona angle, her pursuit of status out of a lack of true self-worth reminds me of Ai and Mishima.

Alan Dracula as XIX. The Sun

Brought together by the majesty of a superpowered deer!

I'm sorry dkjasfklads this is largely because I thought it was funny to have this completely inexpressive dead-eyed deer as Sun akfk but also... like... it kind of works okay!!! Think about the genuine joy and comfort and positivity he brings to Lake and Jesse (and me)!

The New Apex as XX. Judgement

"Then what are we gonna be?" "Guess we'll have to figure it out?"

This is kind of a Persona mythology gag again because of Judgement being a group social link near the end of the narratives of P3 and P4, when the protagonists have pierced through the lies and actually figured out who the villain of their game is and are ready to really start making progress.

0 as XI. The World

Ah, train does it again!

It's an ending and the completion of a journey, but also the beginning of a new one. And the world is literally what the passengers receive at the end of their train journey. Welcome home.

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Lockdown Lovers, pt 5 | Feysand

Modern pandemic AU. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4. Smut abounds.

Rhys padded to his room with Feyre's body in his arms and her tongue in his mouth. Luckily, the apartment was so small, there wasn't much to navigate between the couch and his bed, and very soon, he was pressing Feyre down against his rumpled sheets.

Feyre kissed him, but then scooted back against the headboard. Her lips were kiss-reddened and swollen, but her blue-gray eyes sparkled with mischief.

"I've never been in here," she said, her voice husky. His cock throbbed at the sound of it. "You haven't?" Feyre shook her head. "Always kind of wanted to though." She tilted her head curiously at him.

Rhys scratched at the back of his head, wondering whether to indulge her, or to just grab her ankles and pull her back down to him. Eventually, he gestured an invitation. With an inward sigh.

Feyre grinned, and slid out of bed. Rhys sat down on the end, and watched her walk around the room. Gods, she was still naked from the waist up.

Feyre walked slowly, taking in the black chest of drawers and stack of books sitting on it, work desk with computer off and papers strewn over the top, and the shelves on the far wall that appeared to hold the rest of his miscellaneous belongings.

The latter she stepped up to, and peered over with her fingers on the bottom shelf. "Is it okay if I look?" she asked. Rhys shrugged his consent. Honestly. What was he not going to let her do while she was shirtless in his bedroom? He watched her ass as she tip-toed up to examine the objects, and when she bounced on the balls of her feet, he found himself crossing the room to get his hands back on her skin.

"What's this?" Feyre giggled, as Rhys's fingers dragged over her stomach. She held up a small stuffed bear. Rhys moved his lips over her shoulder. "That was a present from my mother, before she died," he said. "Oh." Feyre regarded the item with new reverence. She placed it carefully back where she found it. "How old were you?" "Eight," Rhys said, pulling her hips back against him. "I'm sorry," Feyre said. She picked up an old but expensive looking watch. "And this?" Rhys smirked into her neck. "That I pinched off Cassian while he was drunk. Back before the lockdown, of course. He's still looking for it, turned the house upside down. Nes is ready to kill him." Feyre laughed. She set the watch back too, and then picked up a couple of cologne bottles, sniffing each one. "Ooh, I like this one," she said. Rhys inhaled at the base of her throat. "I think you smell better than anything in the world."

He replaced his nose with his lips, and then his hand slid in between her legs. Over the layers of fabric, he could feel the heat of her. Feyre forgot the bottles, finally, and leaned back into him. Rhys rubbed his hand over her again, and she turned her head to kiss him.

With his teeth on her lip, Rhys dipped his fingers down the front of her absurd little shorts, brushed down the seam of her. Feyre moaned, and all he knew was that he wanted her to make those sounds for him forever. He stroked gently up and down, until his fingers were slick and it was her own wetness that was guiding him into the core of her.

Feyre's legs buckled, and Rhys bent to catch her under the knees and sweep her up into his arms. He carried her back to the bed, and this time, she was going to stay there.

Indeed he was getting no argument from Feyre, who had wrapped her legs around him and was lifting her hips to grind against him. The feel of her soft, bare breasts against Rhys' chest, and her eager writhing beneath him had Rhys on fire. He moved his lips from her mouth, to her jaw, to her nipples. He pressed open-mouthed kisses to her ribs, down her stomach, and over her hip bones. Then slid a hand under her knee, lifted her leg, and bit gently into the soft part at the top of her inner thigh. Feyre bit her lip and bucked her hips off the bed, and Rhys had her shorts pulled off in one fluid motion.

He laid her back down and kissed where he had just bitten, then repeated the action on the other side. Goosebumps rippled down her legs, and he could feel the laboured rise and fall of her chest as her breathing stumbled. Then he placed his mouth over the damp fabric of her underwear, and sucked her clit through it.

Feyre cried out, and he was rewarded with the feeling of her getting even more wet on his tongue. He licked her roughly a couple of times, and then pulled her underwear off. Then his too.

Rhys knelt by the foot of the bed, and pulled Feyre toward him so her feet dangled off the edge. He smoothed his hands from her knees to her hips, and then settled his hands over her stomach before dragging his tongue up her centre and around her clit.

Feyre clutched at his hair, and moaned his name. The sound of it had him grabbing himself, stroking slowly even as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her.

"Fuck Rhys, holy- gods- fuck," she ground out. Rhys let go of his cock, and slid a finger into her instead. Her moans became higher, more breathy, as he added a finger and kept his tongue going at a frantic pace.

"Rhys, stop, I'm going to..." But the words faltered, and Feyre rocked against him in silent ecstasy. Yeah, there was no way in hell he was stopping now. Not a minute later Feyre broke against his tongue, and then she was pulling him up toward her so she could get her mouth on his.

Rhys pulled away to find a condom in his bedside drawer, and Feyre took the opportunity to wrap her hand around him. She didn't start slow, but went straight into the same rhythm he had been using on her moments earlier. For a second, Rhys just gripped the wood of the table top, all thoughts deserting his mind. Then he dragged his focus back to the drawer, and sat back on his heels to put the condom on.

Feyre watched him with hungry eyes, and as soon as he was over her again, she licked up the column of his throat. Rhys shuddered, and the twitch of his cock tapped against her. He kissed her deeply, then pulled back long enough to say,

"Is this okay? Is this what you want?"

Feyre responded by using her legs to pull his hips to hers.

"Holy gods yes," she said. And that was more than enough agreement for Rhys.

Rhys pushed into her slowly, and the sensation that skittered between them had them both groaning. He paused, and let Feyre adjust. Then he pushed in a little more. A little more. A little more.

Feyre was perfect. She was warm and tight and absolutely delicious. Some distant part of him marvelled that this was actually, finally happening, and that after a month of torture, he was at last inside of her.

Rhys began a lazy rocking, just savouring the exquisite feel of her. Her nipples grazed his chest and when he put his mouth on hers, the sensation intensified. He got faster, Feyre's legs tight around him and pulling him in more. The thought of her wanting him drove him wild.

"Rhys," she murmured. "Rhys." His name, breathless on his lips, almost pushed him over the edge. But first...

Rhys pulled out of her, and flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled Feyre's hips up to him, and pushed into her from behind. She propped herself up on her hands, but when he reached around to toy with her clit while he fucked into her, her arms gave and she slid onto her forearms. Deepening the angle even further.

From this vantage point, Feyre looked incredible. He sped up, and Feyre got louder. The sight of her on all fours like this was surely something Rhys would have burned into his brain forever.

"You're fucking gorgeous," he told her. "Just.. fucking..."

He was so close. But he was going to make her come again first.

Rhys moved his arm to pull Feyre up against him. Her head rested against his shoulder, and from this position he had much better reach round the front of her. To make use of his idle fingers.

Feyre came, the force of it throwing her back down onto her hands and knees. Rhys had wanted to keep fucking her until the waves had subsided, but he broke apart before she had stilled, putting his forehead on her sweat-slicked back and holding onto her hips as his own climax wrung him out.

Exhausted, they collapsed together. Rhys dropped the condom into a nearby bin, and then rolled into her back to spoon her.

"Well," she said thickly. "That is one benefit of being stuck with me for so long." Rhys listened to her heart beat slowing down in her ribcage.

"Honestly?" he said against her skin. "I hope you never leave."

A slow smile spread over Feyre's lovely features, and then sleep stole silently over them like snow. ****

We made it kids! Thank you so much to those of you who stuck it out with me for all five parts, I cannot tell you how amazing it has been to come home and read the notes. And I am sad to leave this little world.

So should we go again?! Please send me comments, asks, prompts... messages are morgan-treats.

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UPDATE- Thanks to a certain anonymous asker, there is now a bonus scene for your reading pleasure x

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Follow My Lead | Tom Hiddleston x OFC | Chapter 11 |  I love her and the sooner you get used to it, the better things will be.

A/N: This will update every Thursday.  There are 13 chapters.  There are all sorts of kinds of D/s relationships.  This is the one I choose to write this time.  

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Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x OFC (Vivian Swann)

Summary: Tom and Vivian have both been unlucky in love, searching for something outside of the bounds of a typical relationship.  When the two of them connect via a dating app, Tom is introduced to the idea of being submissive to Vivian.  Which is the one thing he never knew he needed.  Under the firm hand of Vivian, Tom learns what it means to submit and Vivian learns what it means to be in a loving dominant relationship.  But not everyone seems to understand what they have and the best intentions can destroy the strongest relationship.

This Chapter: Benedict keeps pushing on Tom, causing tension.  And Vivian visits the set and encounters an assistant who seems interested in Tom in a less than professional manner.  

Warnings for story: Dominant/submissive relationship (sub!Tom), lots of smut including but not limited to: vaginal sex, oral sex (male and female receiving), edging, denial, teasing, use of restraints, spanking, multiple orgasm, anal play, use of toys.

Tag Lists Are Open!  Let me know if you want to be added.  Thank you for reading!

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“Did you and Ben have a good time?” Vivian asked in the car.

“We did.” Tom half lied. The time was enjoyable, but the constant prodding from Ben was beginning to grate.

“You’re lying.” Vivian crossed her arms.

“No, I’m not.” Tom dug his heels in on this. He could handle Ben on his own.

“Yes, you are. Is Ben giving you a hard time? And don’t lie. It’s so unbecoming.”

Tom sighed. “Yes, darling.”

“Want me to handle it?”

“No!” Tom retorted a bit too abruptly, earning a glare from Vivian. “I mean, no.” He tempered his voice. “I can handle Benedict. You don’t need to worry about it.”

“But I do worry.” She reached out and rubbed his neck. “It’s my job to worry.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He gripped the steering wheel. “It’s nothing. I’ll speak with him.”

“Okay.” Vivian let it drop. For now. She switched on the radio and fiddled until finding a Top 40s station.

By the time they got home, jet lag hit Vivian full force. Tom sensed her energy dropped.

“Why don’t you go lie down and I’ll bring everything in, ma’am?”

She kissed his cheek. “Thank you, darling.”

By the time Tom made his way to the bedroom, Vivian was fast asleep on the bed, fully dressed. He kneeled down and pulled her shoes off, placing them off to the side. He tucked her under the covers and made sure her head was sitting on the pillow. A quick kiss to the forehead and Tom took off to rehearse scenes for tomorrow and make a light dinner.

-

Vivian slept straight through the night and when she woke in the morning, Tom’s side of the bed cold. She wandered into the kitchen to find a note.

Ma’am,

I didn’t wish to disturb you. I know how difficult jet lag can be. You needed rest. I ate eggs, toast, and beans for breakfast. And coffee. The machine is ready to go for you. I texted you a morning photo and won’t forget to text you my lunch. I might be home a bit late tonight, long call sheet and what not. But I promise to text when I am on my way. Here is a list of some things you might want to do while I’m away. I love you.

Your sunshine,

Tom.

Vivian smiled as she found a list scribbled Tom’s handwriting of museums, spas, parks and restaurants along with his Uber account information.

“So thoughtful.” She grabbed her phone to find Tom flexing in his underwear in front of the mirror that morning, a big grin on his face. Vivian chuckled as she spied herself asleep in the background.

She typed back.

You are the most thoughtful man I have ever had the pleasure of spanking. Thank you, sunshine. You are definitely getting a reward tonight. And that photo is delicious. I might have to keep that one.

Vivian made a cup of coffee and a bowl of porridge with some fruit and set out to ready herself for the day.

-

Tom gulped as he spied Vivian’s email, grateful he was alone in his trailer waiting to be called to set and not in front of the crew or even worse, Benedict. He hoped for the ability to concentrate on the scenes and for an early ending of the day. Benedict had other ideas.

“Are you messing up on purpose?” Tom hissed as they reset once again.

“Sorry, Tom. I’m a bit distracted.”

“That makes two of us.” Tom muttered. He cleared his throat. “I have plans tonight I care not to miss.”

Benedict’s brows raised. “Vivian taking you off the leash?”

Tom jabbed his finger at his friend. “Stop with the jokes, Ben! They are neither appreciated nor wanted. I love her and the sooner you get used to it, the better things will be.” His nostrils flared.

Benedict opened his mouth, closed it and dropped his chin. “Sorry, Tom.”

“How would you feel if I spoke of Sophie in such a manner?” Tom countered, setting onto his mark.

“I would take your head clear off.” Ben reset too.

“Then consider yourself lucky. Now let’s get through this.”

Ben did better but still flubbed a few lines, much to Tom’s chagrin. It was unlike his friend, the consummate professional. Tom practically ran off the set when the last scene was done and beelined to wardrobe and makeup, hurrying the process along as much as possible. As his driver pulled away, he texted Vivian.

On my way, ma’am.

-

Vivian adjusted her bra and stockings as she waited by the front door for Thomas. His collar dangling from one finger. She couldn’t stop smiling as his key turned into the lock. Tom grinned as he saw Vivian standing there in a skimpy bra and panty set, along with garters and stockings. She finished the outfit with sky high heels.

“Welcome home, sunshine.” She purred, noticing his pants tenting already. “All your clothes off and into the basket.”

Tom’s hands were a flurry as he pulled his shirt, shoes, pants, and rest of everything off and folded it into the basket. He stood, shifting from foot to foot.

“You are so eager, sunshine.” She stepped in front of him. Her fingers tracing his abs and chest. “Are you ready for your reward?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shivered as Vivian’s lips ghosted across his neck.

“Good boy.” Her lips hovered over the shell of his ear. Vivian’s hand squeezed his cock. “Let’s put this on.” She held up the collar and fastened it around his neck and then fastened a leash to it. Tom couldn’t help but smirk.

“And to think Benedict thought you were taking me off the leash.”

Vivian tugged on it and led Tom through the house to the bedroom. “On your stomach, sunshine.” She ordered him, unhooking the leash. Tom laid down, shifting uncomfortably against the duvet.

He jumped as something warm and wet dripped onto his skin. Vivian’s hands smoothed it out along his skin. She started at his neck and worked out all the knots as she moved down to his shoulders and ribs. Tom moaned as Vivian’s thumbs pressed into the indents above his ass.

“Your hands are…” Tom sighed. “… magic, ma’am.”

She gave Tom’s ass cheek a playful swat before kneading into them. Tom was certain if he were to roll over, there would be a wet spot on the sheets. His legs shifted open as Vivian’s hands slid down to his thighs. He whimpered a bit when her hands left his body. She dripped more oil onto his legs.

“Gooodddd…” Tom moaned. “yes…”

He stiffened as her hands wandered up. “Do you trust me, sunshine?” He nodded. “Remember your word?”

“Sushi.” he mumbled into the pillow under his head.

“Good boy.” Her hands massaged along his inner thighs and up along his ass. He sucked in a sharp breath when her hands settled between his cheeks and slid down to rub between his ass and his cock. His hips rocked and Tom shifted to widen his legs more for ease of access.

“Do you like that, sunshine? Do you like my hands there, rubbing?”

Tom grunted. “Yes, ma’am.”

Her hand slid up and her thumb pressed gently against his rear entrance. Tom jumped as pleasure shot through him like electricity.

“Fuck!” He bit down on the pillow.

“Very interesting.” Vivian moved back down to Tom’s thighs and calves. She swatted his ass again. “Roll onto your back, sunshine.”

Tom’s head was already fuzzy and heavy, but he rolled onto his back with a moan. As expected, a good size wet spot onto the duvet. Vivian grabbed a small towel and covered it. Tom’s cock bobbed as he settled onto the pillow.

Vivian clicked her tongue as she dripped more oil onto Tom’s thighs, rubbing her thumbs hard into the muscle. “Is someone aroused by their massage, darling?”

Tom’s hands tucked behind his head, his collar jingled along the way. “Yes ma’am.”

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs with hers. “That definitely needs to be taken care of. How would you like me to take care of it?”

Tom’s brow furrowed. “I… don’t understand…”

Vivian leaned forward, her boobs pressed against Tom’s cock. “I can use my breasts, my hand,” She jerked him once sharply. “My mouth.” She kissed his treasure trail. “Anything besides my cunt, sunshine. Your reward, your pick.”

Tom’s thoughts spun inside his head. “Uh… I don’t know…” Vivian waited patiently, seeing Tom panicking.

“There is no wrong answer, sunshine.”

He took a deep breath. “Um… mouth?” he questioned.

“Is that a question?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Mouth, ma’am.” He croaked out.

Vivian lowered her head and kissed along his shaft. His hands flew to her head. She stopped and rose. “No hands, sunshine. I will stop each time you touch me.” Tom quickly replaced his hands behind his head.

“Yes, ma’am. Sorry.”

She returned to placing kitten licks along his shaft. Vivian loved how Tom squirmed. She kissed and licked the tip, tasting the saltiness of his precum before taking him into her mouth. Vivian sucked hard and Tom bucked his hips. She released his cock with a pop.

“Do I need to restrain you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom commented without thinking.

His eyes widened at his response. Vivian pushed up and walked to the dresser and pulled out some scarves. She made quick work of tying them to the bed frame and then tying the scarves to Tom’s wrists and ankles.

“Too tight?” Tom tugged and shook his head. “Good.” Vivian crawled across Tom’s body to kneel next to him. “Where were we?”

She quickly took Tom back into her mouth and sucked in earnest. Tom gasped as he came in Vivian’s mouth. She swallowed and smiled. Vivian kissed up Tom’s torso before kissing his lips. She tasted of him, tasted of salt. Tom tugged against the scarves, but they held tight.

Vivian sat up and tugged Tom’s head up by the o-ring on the collar. “Eyes on me.” She adjusted the pillows under his head.

Tom’s eyes tracked her movements as she stood and he assumed would untie him. Instead, she walked to the end of the bed. His brow pinched together. “Aren’t you untying me?”

“Eventually.” Her hands slid up her legs.

“But my reward—”

“—is over when I say so.” Her hands reached around and unclasped her bra, allowing her breasts to softly fall as she dropped the bra to the ground. Vivian squeezed her tits, pinching the nipples. “So what will it be this time, hands or breasts?”

Tom’s cock twitched as Vivian continued to play with herself. “Ah… ahh.. breasts? Breasts.” He corrected himself.

Vivian turned around and grabbed the massage oil, dripping it along her chest. She smeared it along her skin, pressing her boobs together. Tom was already semi-hard watching her.

“God, sunshine… already?” She crawled back onto the bed. “You are full of surprises.” She crawled on top of him. “I’m untying your hands, you may only touch my breasts.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Vivian made quick work of the knots and slid back down Tom’s body, kneeling between his legs.

Tom settled his cock between her well-oiled tits and pressed them together tight. He thrusted between them and groaned. Tom continued to buck his hips and his release fast approaching.

“Look at me.” Vivian called out.

Tom gazed down to find her intense hazel eyes piercing into him. She opened her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, even sucking the tip slightly. The whole thing was too much for Tom and he came with a stutter, making a mess all over Vivian’s chest and neck before collapsing against the mattress.

Vivian grabbed a towel from the dresser and cleaned herself up a bit and then snagged the bottle of water and untied Tom’s legs, rubbing his ankles.

“Sunshine?” She sat next to him on the edge of the bed. Tom didn’t respond. Vivian cupped his cheek and shook him gently. “You need to sit up and drink, sunshine.”

Tom’s eyes opened, and he murmured. Vivian helped him to sitting. She held the water bottle out and scratched up and down his back. “Thanks.” He gulped down the water.

“You okay to stand up?”

Tom nodded. Vivian stood first and offered her hand. He was a little wobbly on his legs. She kissed his temple, smoothing the hair stuck to his skin.

“Take a shower and clean up while I heat up dinner.” Vivian undid his collar and placed it on the nightstand.

“Yes, ma’am.” He kissed her cheek and made his way slowly to the bathroom. Vivian chuckled, tugging on a robe, as Tom resembled a fresh born foal standing for the first time.

He emerged about twenty minutes later, his hair wet, wearing that short bathrobe Vivian bought him that first night he stayed over. Tom no longer tugged at the hem. Vivian set his plate down at the table, a simple dinner of chicken, potatoes, and veggies. Tom sat down and took a bite and moaned.

“That is delicious.” Tom tucked into the food as Vivian ate slowly.

“Chew, darling. Chew.” Vivian chided and Tom slowed down.

“Sorry. This is way better than takeout.” Tom mumbled as he swallowed his food and took smaller bites.

“You are not the only one in this relationship who can follow a recipe.”

They finished up the meal and Tom cleared the plates and Vivian opened up the fridge. She pulled out a Tupperware container.

“What’s that?” Tom glanced over his shoulder.

“Dessert.” She opened the lid to reveal chocolate cake.

“Did you bake that?” Tom raised an eyebrow.

“Perhaps.” Vivian smirked. “Or perhaps I picked it up at the store.”

Tom peered into the container and stuck his finger into the icing before offering it up. Vivian popped it into her mouth, licking his finger clean. Vivian collected icing and cake on two fingers and pressed them against Tom’s lips. He sucked against them, laving his tongue to devour every morsel. He moaned and leaned towards Vivian as she removed her fingers.

“More please.” Tom purred.

“I love when you beg.” Vivian scooped up more icing and Tom lunged towards her fingers, repeating the process. He whimpered when she removed her fingers a second time. “I think you’ve had enough fun tonight. You have work tomorrow.”

Tom’s eyes lit up, and he wrapped his arms around Vivian’s waist while she put the cake back into the fridge. “Speaking of work,” He pushed her hair out of the way to kiss her neck. “would you like to come to the set tomorrow?”

Vivian leaned against him. “I won’t be in the way?”

“Nonsense. You can see me shoot some scenes, have lunch with Benedict, meet some people, I can show you off…” Tom chuckled against her.

“I think I have just the outfit. I would love to.” She spun in place and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Any shirtless scenes tomorrow?”

“No?”

“Good.” She ripped his robe open and attacked his chest.

-

Vivian didn’t realize how god awful early Tom woke in morning until his alarm went off.

“Noooo…” she groaned, rolling to tuck into his body. Tom kissed her lips before rolling out of bed.

“I’m afraid the answer is yes. How about I shower first and then make some coffee?”

Vivian groaned something unintelligible. Tom took that as a ‘yes’ and set about getting ready for the day. He showered and set about making a quick breakfast and coffee.

“Darling?” He rubbed Vivian’s back. “It’s time to get up.”

“But I’m on holiday.”

Tom chuckled. “But I’m not. Now drink the coffee while I finish breakfast.”

Vivian sat up and sipped the coffee, sweet as she preferred. It was warm and comforting. Tom set down a plate of toast and eggs. Vivian ate and then headed to shower and dress for the day while Tom finished getting ready. His jaw dropped when she emerged from the bedroom.

“I am definitely showing you off today.” Tom moved to wrap his hand around her waist to kiss her. “Wearing that. Or perhaps I lock you in my trailer?”

“You like?” Vivian spun. Her dress was low cut in the front and a slit up her leg to the knee. It was flirty and showed off her curves. “Not too much?”

Tom kissed her again. “You’re always too much, ma’am. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Vivian tugged on her go to wedges and a sweater as Tom grabbed his bag and they headed out for the day.

Vivian leaned against Tom in the back of the car, still groggy from the early morning wake up. Tom tucked his arm around her, enjoying her warmth with a smile. Her eyes fluttered closed for a quick nap.

“Do I need to stop off somewhere for some coffee, Mr. Hiddleston?” his driver asked, seeing Vivian in the back.

“No, Matt. It’s fine. Just mind the potholes.”

Matt nodded. “Yes, sir.”

When they arrived, Tom nudged her awake. “Darling, we’re here.”

Vivian jolted awake. “What?! We are?!” Her eyes darted around, taking in the surroundings.

Tom smiled and jogged around the car to open her door. “I felt it best to let you rest. I’ll show you around before heading to makeup.”

Tom showed Vivian where his trailer, craft services, the set and other things were before introducing her to Madeline.

“Madeline, meet Vivian.” The young girl extended her hand.

“Pleasure. I’m here to help you out with anything you need.”

Tom kissed Vivian’s cheek. “I’m off to get ready, Maddy, make sure she is taken care of.” Tom winked at Maddie, who blushed in response. Vivian shifted her weight.

“Of course, Mr. Hidd—er, Tom.” Maddy giggled and Tom took off.

Maddy linked arms with Vivian. “You look like you need some coffee.”

Vivian gave a small smile, not sure if she was just insulted or not.

-

By lunchtime, Vivian was certain Maddy had insulted her. The young woman mooned over Tom at every turn, even in front of her. Tom, to his credit, seemed either oblivious or immune to her overtures. But that did little to sooth Vivian. After watching Tom for a bit, she left to return to his trailer and sulk.

Tom walked into the trailer carrying two plates of salad and chicken, still wearing the Loki wig.

“Darling, is everything alright? Madeline mentioned you took off.”

Vivian bit her tongue, not wanting to spoil Tom’s energy. “I wanted to rest a bit. I was in the way.” None of it a lie.

He set down the food and moved to kneel in front of Vivian, rubbing her calf. “I’m sorry, darling.” His eyes twinkled. “I know how to make you feel better.” His hand slid higher on your leg.

“You need to eat.” Vivian teased.

“Yes, I do.” Tom rucked her dress up and pushed her knees apart. Vivian sighed as he kissed her thigh. His lips trailed up to her core and his nose nuzzled against the fabric of her panties. Her fingers laced through the long hair of his wig and tugged his head over.

“No teasing.” she hissed.

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom hooked his finger through her panties and pulled them to the side.

He wasted no time to lick along her, earning a moan in return. Tom moved his other hand, but Vivian pushed it away.

“No hands, darling.” she breathed.

Tom sucked hard against her clit and she came undone with a soft scream, knowing others could be outside. Vivian pulled him up by his head.

“Thank you, love.” she hummed, content for the moment. “We are definitely growing out your hair. Easier to tug.”

Tom chuckled, burying against her chest. “Yes, ma’am. Beard too?”

“Beard too. Now let’s go eat.”

Tom hopped up and Vivian followed.

-

Vivian’s mood improved, but the lingering feelings of possessiveness clawed at the back of her brain. Tom would never act on such flirtations. She was confident in his devotion to her. But seeing younger women hanging over what was hers upset her. And she realized what was missing. And planned to remedy it as soon as they got home.

Tom gave a weary smile as they climbed into the car late that evening.

“Why don’t you lay down in my lap, darling?” Vivian offered, tucking her sweater into a makeshift pillow.

Tom complied and dozed off with Vivian, stroking his hair. He was asleep in five minutes. Vivian woke him as the car pulled up to the house.

“Darling, time to wake up.” she cooed in his ear. Tom nuzzled against her and blinked his eyes open.

“I fell asleep?”

“You were exhausted.” Vivian slowly eased him to sitting. “Go inside and lie down, I will bring a quick dinner to you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom exited the car and Vivian followed.

Tom headed to the bedroom and Vivian made him a quick sandwich, which he gobbled down.

“I’m sorry I am not up to doing much.” Tom shrugged his shoulders as Vivian took his plate.

“You have had a few big days.” She kissed him. “It’s fine.”

“Thank you, ma’am.”

“I’m going to sit up and watch some TV.”

“Can you…” Tom hesitated. “… stay here? Until I fall asleep, at least? I sleep better with you here.”

Vivian smiled. “Of course.”

She curled up next to him, Tom wrapping his arms around her. His chin settling into the crook of her neck. He dozed off any in about fifteen minutes, and Vivian carefully extracted herself to finish up her evening.

-

The next morning, Vivian followed Tom out to the kitchen, carrying something behind her.

“Madeline flirts with you.” she stated.

Tom glanced up from his plate. “She does? I guess so. I haven’t noticed.”

“It’s not just her. Susannah and Sarah do too. In fact, I don’t think there was a single female crew member I saw that was immune to your charms.”

Tom smiled. “I must attract them with the energy I give off as a man in love.” Tom attempted to smooth out the tension.

“I don’t like it.” Vivian blurted out. “You’re mine.”

Tom’s eyes widened. “Of course, I’m yours. You’re not doubting us, are you?”

“No.” Vivian pulled the box out from behind her back.

“That’s the ring, isn’t it?” Tom stood and closed his hand over the box. “I’m yours, ma’am.”

“You are mine, sunshine.” She opened the box.

Tom’s eyes welled up. “Yes, ma’am.” Vivian handed him the ring, and he slipped it on his left ring finger. “Perfect fit.”

“It looks good. On you. I expect you to wear it at all times outside of the house, unless working on set in costume.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Tom kept gazing down at the ring and spinning it on his finger. He kissed Vivian. “I’ll finish getting ready.”

She grabbed him by the neck and kissed him roughly. “Now you can go.” she commented as they parted.

-

Benedict is insisting we need to come to his house for dinner tonight. Can we?

Vivian frowned at the message. She tapped out a message.

Ben wants Tom and I to come over tonight for dinner. What’s going on?

Sophie immediately responded.

No clue. But the more the merrier. I think the boys have an early finish today. 7 p.m.?

Deal.

Vivian texted Tom back.

We can. Sophie says 7 p.m. Meet you there.

Tom responded with a heart emoji and pocketed his phone.

“Vivian says yes. She’ll meet us over there at 7.”

Benedict frowned as he ate his lunch. “I’m glad she approved.”