#pet endangerment

[greencheekconure27]

Every day.Every day I'm subjected to "cute" or "funny" videos of pet birds interacting with cats or dogs or ferrets. For the last time internet people:

These.Are.NOT. Cute.

No matter how trained the animals are or how "friendly" the interactions look to humans-and they frequently are not- anyone who's making these is actively endangering their bird- and possibly also their dog/cat for likes.

Cats and dogs are not only predators, they can easily kill a bird through normal play behaviours as well- one hard smack from a cat can be enough to kill or severely injure something like a budgie or a cockatiel.and I'm not even talking about things like play biting here.

And even the friendliest best trained most passive cat might not be able to resist their natural instinct to chase birds. One slip up is enough.

On top of that cat saliva contains bacteria that are toxic to birds.

Please stop. Don't like these, don't reblog these, and most definitely do not make these.

Sincerely, someone who owns both birds and cats.

[thebuggiest]

this game is so charming holy shit

[tangledinink]

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[ rottmnt au in which splinter is able to obtain cloaking brooches when the turtles are still tots, and they live their lives are 'normal' humans, so very much so that they eventually forget their mutant origins... until they remember... ]

cw: themes of child neglect/endangerment, gender dysphoria, self-sacrifice, and mental illness. plz be mindful of tags.

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[readychilledwine]

Breathplay

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Erotic asphyxiation, or breath play, is one of the most dangerous kinks in the BDSM community. Breathplay is the act of cutting off air supply during sex with the goal of achieving a more intense orgasm. There's mild forms of breathplay (hand or elbow around throat, closing partner's nose off during oral), less mild (forcing head into pillows or objects, hoods specifically designed for breathplay), to extreme (use of plastic wrap or plastic bags, waterboarding, forcing your partner's head into a body of water) and none of them are 100% safe.

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Rowan Whitethorn x Reader

Warnings - I picture Rowan as a mean daddy dom with a masochistic streak, oral m receiving, p in v, reader passes out, references to her being passed around the Cadre, references to forced submission, hints of degradtion, unedited because I was running a little behind today 🫣

Rowan’s head fell back, a soft grunt falling from his lips as he seated himself all way into your throat. One hand had you back the back of your neck, forcing you where he wanted you for as long as he wanted you.

Breathing was becoming difficult, vision blurring slightly as you did everything you could to take a deep breath with your air way constricted the way it was. “Struggling whore?” You felt yourself clench at his words, at the deep graveled tone of his voice.

Rowan was never gentle with you. He was strict, demanding, and a masochist. He enjoyed watching you struggle, seeing you in pain and begging. He loved watching you cry as he pounded into you withholding orgasm after orgasm until you were so over stimulated you could do nothing but lay there, pliant to his pleasure.

You knew he cared for you, but you were his small fraction of peace in this fucked up world. One he so desperately was fighting tooth and nail to make better.

You weren't a warrior, you weren't blessed with healing magic. You were just a simple fae female. Well, as simple as a female capable of shifting into any form could be.

You were his spy. A spy damn near useless for anything but scouting, but still a spy.

Besides, he found use for you. So many uses actually.

His personal lap pet.

His personal whore.

His personal toy he could loan out to his brothers when they needed stress relief.

Right now, though, your biggest use was being his.

He pulled out slightly, grip on the sides of your neck tightening as his other hand came to hold your nose shut. “If you are struggling this early, how am I supposed to have fun with you?” The lack of air was getting to you. You knew you could tap his leg twice, and it would stop, but you wanted to desperately please him, to be of service. “Such an eager slut. You are lucky I can tell you need to breathe, y/n.” He pulled out completely, letting go of your nose. He forced you up, hand moving to the front of your throat as you gasped for air.

Precious life giving air.

He pulled you to his lips, a messy harsh kiss cutting air back off for a second as his grip tightened again.

This wasn't fully what you had in mind when he said he wanted to try something new, something Fenrys told them he had tried recently.

You would have to talk to the wolf about his reckless endangerment of himself later.

Rowan turned you, letting go long enough to force you down on the bed, forcing you hips up slightly. “Such a pretty cunt,” he slapped your core, watching in sadistic glee as as you screamed and wiggled, wetness now spreading and dripping. “All mine, isn't she?” He shoved your head into the pillow, forcing you into shocked silence.

Forcing you to be unable to answer him. “I asked you a question. Is this pussy mine?” You could hear the smirk in his voice, hear him planning on how he'd punish you.

You felt the slaps land. Three consecutive slaps right to your aching needy center.

Your moans were muffled by the pillow. You tried taking a deep breath to still your body and calm back down, but your airways were mostly blocked again.

4 more slaps came before two thick fingers plunged into you. Rowan growled behind you. “Wyrd, you are so tight. You'd like after this long we would have ruined your holes by now.” He began pulling them in and out at a blinding speed, hand still holding you in the pillows.

Your vision was going black again, mind racing as it pleaded for oxygen.

His fingers curled, and out of nowhere, an orgasm tore through you, ripping a scream of his name and the rest of the oxygen from your lungs. Rowan was silent behind you, hand moving to your hair to pull you up.

“Status?”

You shook your head, throat so sore and body needing air so badly you couldn't answer. You tapped the bed once, a code you normally only used when your lips were wrapped around his throat to indicate you needed him to slow down.

“I figured. You have never done that. You have never come without my permission.” Rowan removed his fingers from you, wiping them on the bed. He went behind you, holding your hips in his hands.

You knew he'd be gentle for a bit as his cock entered your soft walls slowly inch by inch. He took you slowly, a finger playing with your clit until you were calm again, body welcoming and swallowing him.

You relaxed, enjoy each roll of his hips as it sent a wave and wave of pleasure through you. Of the Cadre, he would always be your favorite. His length filled every inch of you so perfectly, so snugly, sex with him felt more like a puzzle finally finding its last piece than it did the obligation you were actually sent to them to fulfill. "Daddy," you moaned out, hips meeting his in a practiced dance. "So good, Daddy."

He groaned behind you. "I know, princess. Daddy's cock always makes you so wet." His hand found the back of your neck again. "Take a deep breath, princess."

He was pounding into you with in second, head forced back into the pillows as he did. You felt your hands curling at the sheets as you writhed moaning and crying below him.

It felt so fucking good. Better than normal, actually. It was as if your body was too lost on where to focus, fighting for air or relaxing and enjoying the way Rowan was ripping you apart.

You felt yourself becoming lightheaded, body softening. Rowan, misunderstanding, smiled, thinking you had fallen into his favorite overestimated dick drunken state. Your vision was filled with black dots, mind focusing on the sounds of him above you. Of his moans, his groans, the growls.

Rowan felt the moment he lost you, pulling himself out of you and flipping you as quickly as he could. "Fuck! Princess, I need you to come back to me," he started rubbing your sternum, eyes wide as he took in your face.

Your beautiful face where blood vessels had ruptured as your body struggled.

Struggled because of him.

He had almost killed you.

And you had almost let him.

He didn't know if he was angry, aroused by your complete trust in him, or just scared, but that first breath, that gasp you took before your body shook in his arms, tears falling. He laid you back down, hovering above your face and stroking your hair back. "Deep breath, y/n. There you go. Good girl."

You were met with light and green eyes staring down at you. "What happened?"

Rowan kissed your brow. "You did not use our fucking safe word or tap system is what happened. I almost fucking killed you."

You smiled below him, eyes closing again. "Felt so good. I wanted you to keep going."

Rowan’s forehead fell to yours, a rare full smile on his face. "Only you would pick dying with my cock inside of you over having to take a quick break."

He heard you moan, lips tugging up at the idea. "I would die a happy female if I died on your cock. Seems like the best way to die, actually. You buried so deep inside me, using me, body spent from pleasure."

He kissed your temple. "You will be punished for this later. Rest, my love."

"Are you sure you want to wait?"

Brows went up as he shook his head at you. "I will be bringing help with me to keep your mouth shut. Rest and prepare, princess."

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[derlost]

Do you still take requests? If so then can you pls do ftm!bunny!bottom!reader x master? I have a little story in mind where the master takes in reader after seeing them chained up in an alleyway, obviously abused

You're not the only one currently hyperfixating on bunny boys lmao

Heart To Heart ~ ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

ABOUT: In which you, a lonesome bunny boy cast out by the world, find your place once more.

WARNINGS: Mentions of abuse, injuries, bruises, mentions of past trauma, hurt/comfort, mentions of sex, mostly fluff, FEM DNI.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Hello there anon!! I really enjoyed writing your request. You didn’t specify if you wanted any nsfw or anything like that, so I kept it sfw and mostly just fluff and hurt/comfort. I got a little bit carried away, so the story is a tiny bit long. :)

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You lived, quite frankly, a pitiful life. The beginning of your life was wretched, and the circumstances of your birth were rather upsetting- which led to you being placed in the hands of a hybrid shelter. Some found the places to be comforting and homey, others found their existence to be a monstrosity in and of itself. The rich, being wealthy and without a care in the world, would often invest in buying themself an animal hybrid or two to keep them company. Some hybrids enjoyed this life- living pampered at the feet of a rich man or woman, napping day in and day out, being treated to gourmet food for every meal. Others, however, were more apprehensive about this. They were still human- even if only part- so why were their only options at life to obey to someone stronger than them or to suffer?

Cat hybrids were the most popular- They sold the best in shelters. Something about their fluffy ears and tails made them wanted- that, coupled with the training they underwent to make them more ‘appealing’ to an owner. Cat hybrids would learn to purr, mewl, hiss…the lot. They got the biggest cages, and they were treated to warm baths and clean clothing until the day they would be adopted and ensured a life of comfort.

Dog hybrids were also quite desirable- and while they didn’t sell as well as their feline counterparts, they were still deemed adorable by many. They were taught to bark, roll over, and behave on a leash, all traits that the rich would fawn over easily. That, and they were considered less inquisitive than other species- less likely to ask why they were being trained, less likely to try and escape, less reluctant…all they knew was their owner.

Bunny hybrids, like you, were sadly not very sought after. It wasn’t that you were common- quite the opposite, actually- it was just that there was less known about your kind. Your kind was known to be meek and skittish, and, like bunnies, you would often retreat and hide the second something displeased you. Of course, this didn’t go over very well in the market- what purpose was a hybrid pet if they couldn’t obey? This led to an endangerment of hybrids like you- and even mistreatment. It was rare for creatures like you to be adopted- which, of course, led to dozens of bunny hybrids growing depressed, making them less desirable in the eyes of the rich. It hurt you- when you were growing up, you went through the same training that any cat or dog hybrid would- and yet you were unwanted.

That was, however, until a rich man, the ceo of a popular electronic company named ‘Oxtech’ named Sebastian Oxford came along, and decided he wanted you. You remembered that day well- when his rough hands picked your scrawny body up out of the cage, and he cooed words of praise and comfort into your fluffy lop bunny ears. He put you on a pink leash, but you didn’t mind- you were simply happy to have an owner. The entire limousine ride home, he kept you safe in his lap and rubbed your ears, eliciting soft giggles from you. He seemed so very happy at this- at you. So when you arrived at his mansion, you did not expect to see four other hybrids curled up around his house.

The felines, Delta and Lunar, a clear mated couple, only ever glared and hissed at you. The two would often lounge around inside one of the many living rooms, cuddling, or, when your owner wasn’t looking, kissing. It almost seemed like they dared you to tell Sebastian- that they would silently taunt you with the reality that they could easily claw you to bits, should you disappoint them. The puppy, Renson, seemed rather impartial to you, thank the heavens. He spent most of his time outside in solitude, and wasn’t really close to anyone. That said however, Renson did have a bit of a…complex. He’d bark when he wanted something, and would whine and howl if he didn’t get it. A few times, he even chased after you, jaws full of fangs bared, mistaking you for the prey that you were. There was another bunny in the household, Prince. Prince definitely seemed better off than you- and even the sight of him made you feel self conscious. He was a rather cute bunny with fluffy white ears that pointed straight up to the sun, not a hair out of place. He was far more modest than the other house pets- preferring to wear button ups and sweaters to cropped hoodies and tank tops. Prince was quite visibly Sebastian’s favorite- he was always by the human’s side, always eager to please his master. The bunny seemed conflicted by your presence- part of him seemed to want to treat you as family and to curl up beside you on cold nights, but the other half of him appeared to view you as competition.

Sebastian seemed uncaring of the competition going on in his house- in fact, he acted as if he loved all of you equally, something you knew wasn’t true, but decided to ignore. You got your very own room- and while it was small, it was a million times better than your cage at the shelter. The day after you arrived at his mansion, he seemed to want to get a feel for you- taking you to breakfast, bringing you to his morning golf session with his friends, and even keeping you in his lap while he worked for the rest of the day. You were happy - very happy. He said he loved you, and who were you to doubt it? For that day, you were the happiest bunny alive.

It didn’t last long, however. You mistook his kindness to be genuine, when in reality, his underlying motive was clear. He invited you into his bed that night- and you had expected to simply curl up and rest beside your master. So when Sebastian ordered you to bend over, you were lost. You truly believed, up to that moment, that he had your best interest in mind. When you hesitated, he insulted you, and when you flat out refused to let him use your body, he beat you. Your ears went flat against your head, and you sobbed through the entire night, the sting of the paddle against your skin never dulling.

This pattern continued until Sebastian came to the conclusion that you were defective. Perhaps you were simply not trained well enough- or maybe you even had mental issues. No matter how many times he would litter bruises all over your lithe body, you would never submit- you never agreed to let him have what he wanted.

Exactly five days after he first adopted you, he dragged you back out of his mansion. You sobbed and cried as he pulled you out by the same pink collar that you had only days ago adored, writhing as it choked you and blocked your ability to take in air. Sebastian stuffed you into his car and ripped out of the driveway, leaving you trembling in the backseat. After about fifteen minutes or so of driving in silence, his car screeched to a halt, and he stepped out, only to pull you out of the vehicle and slam the door. Insults spewed from his once gentle mouth as he pulled you through the rain, eventually leading you into a dark and dimly lit alley. His once gentle hands were now rough and uninviting, throwing you to the cold concrete as he chained you to the fence. Your pleas and apologies fell on dear ears- and you couldn’t tell if it was the rain or your very own tears that blurred your vision as Sebastian drove off.

The sun had set, then risen, then set once again before anything new happened. You had felt hungry, then nauseous, then hungry again- your stomach felt as if it was eating itself from the inside out. Your ears were flat against your head, and there was no doubt in your mind that in this moment, you looked worthless. The chains made it difficult to sleep- leading to purple bags forming under your once bright eyes. You came to the conclusion that this was it- that you would die here, after living a pathetic and cruel life. To your surprise, however, that was not what ended up happening. In the night, you woke to a human calling out for you. Your eyes fluttered open at their first steps into the alley, and your ears perked up as they called out.

“Hello?” The human called out in a deep and mildly panicked voice. At first, you yourself began to worry- until you settled down with the realization that he might be here to help. As he got closer, your form became clearer- and at the sight of your eyes being open and your chest still rising and falling, he cracked a toothy grin. “You’re- holy shit, you’re alive!” Your nose twitched, and you watched the human with curious and wide eyes. He seemed to pick up on this, and he slowed his pace, putting his hands up. “I-I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? I’m gonna get you out of here.” You let out a meek whimper as his hands worked at the padlock on the chain, clearly trying to free you. After a good minute of twisting the numbers along, he let out an agitated sigh, and let go. “Here, let’s try something else.” He pulled out a pocketknife, and you froze with fear, only for him to immediately reassure you. “It’s okay, little bunny, I’m just gonna cut this collar off. I’m not gonna hurt you, I swear on my life.”

A soft noise escaped your throat as he touched your neck, holding you tenderly as he sawed the blade through the collar. The second that the fabric finally snapped, you doubled over- with the man there to catch you before you fell. He immediately put the pocketknife away and pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair as you nuzzled into his neck. “Can you speak, princess?” He asked quietly, and after some hesitation, you nodded, a few words of annoyance falling from your parted lips. “I’m not a girl.” He seemed to accept this rather quickly, and murmured out a gentle apology. “Can you…tell me your name?” You opened your mouth, and out croaked ‘M/n.’ “M/n?” the human questioned, and you felt yourself nod. He smiled once more, gently brushing his fingers against your ears. “My name is Grayson. i’m gonna help you now, is that okay?” You let out an exasperated ‘yes’, and went lax in his arms as he picked you up bridal style. Grayson dutifully carried you off to a rather run-down apartment building, carefully setting you down as he slid his keys into the door, unlocking it with haste. Grayson gently hauled you off to a sub-par, rather empty looking bedroom, and before you knew it, you were out cold.

You woke up what felt like a few hours later, your head rid of any pain, and your injuries patched. As you sat up, you looked down- only to see that you had clearly been given a sponge bath, changed into fresh clothes, and bandaged up. You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh and slowly clambered out of bed, your feet quiet as they hit the soft carpet. Slowly, you crept out of the room and peeked out of the door, only to see Grayson facing away from you, tending to the stove. As you crept into the kitchen, he seemed to hear you, and turned around with a smile.

“M/n, I was just gonna wake you up. Did you sleep okay?” You nodded, allowing a soft smile to play on your lips as you take a seat on a barstool at the counter. He poured what appeared to be soup out of a pot and into a bowl, sliding it over to you alongside a napkin and a glass of water. “It’s chicken noodle soup,” Grayson said softly, taking a seat beside you as you hesitantly began to chew on a piece of chicken. After a few moments of comfortable silence, you set your spoon down, and turned to him slowly. “Why did you save me?” You asked quietly, waiting for a response. Grayson sighed and raked a hand through his hair, his eyes snapping to you. “I find the idea of people like you being sold to be pretty dumb.” You quirked a brow. “Dumb? Really?” He nodded, propping his chin up on his hand. “Yes, really. You’re still human, you still feel things. You aren’t the first one i’ve found chained up and alone.” You stiffened at his words, relaxing only as the human gently rested his hand on your back. After a long pause and a few bites, you spoke up again. “My owner did it to me.” Grayson watched you inquisitively, his eyes softening. “He adopted me and made me feel so happy. And then he…he took me to his room and…” Tears began to well up in your eyes, and Grayson hushed you, patting your shoulder. “I understand, M/n. I’m so sorry.” You nodded drearily, indulging yourself in another spoonful of chicken soup. It wasn’t gourmet by any means- but something about it truly felt better than all the meals you had at Sebastian’s place. “I just…I just don’t wanna be alone, you know?” Grayson nodded glumly, looking away as if your words seemed to resonate with him on a more personal level. “I like…I like to help people, but I don’t want to serve someone. I just wish I could find my place…” Grayson sighed once more, tilting his head to catch a glimpse of you as he spoke. “You could stay here. I know it’s not the best place, but…my roommate just moved out, and i’d be more than happy to help you out. I…actually, i’m majoring in hybrid studies and safety at my college. I want to help- and maybe helping you can be the start of that.” You nodded once more with a soft smile, taking another spoonful of the soup. “I haven’t had canned soup before,” you murmur, casting the human a glance. Grayson chuckled nervously, “Is it bad? I’m sorry I can’t afford better, I-” “No,” you cut him off, your eyes softening as your ears perk up. “It’s…this is nice. You’re nice. I appreciate this.”

He looks away, and while you don’t see it, he smiles.

Over the next few weeks, you and Grayson became a whole lot closer. He helped you move into the spare bedroom in his apartment, and even took you to go clothing and grocery shopping. Quite a few times, passersby in public complimented him for having such an adorable bunny boy- and his heart would swell with pride every time as he answered that you are not his pet- you are simply his companion, and he’s so very lucky to have you.

Your bruises and cuts heal, and soon, the yellows and purples fade back into the shades they were before. You start to relax around him- even falling asleep in his arms on the couch. You no longer have to fear that you’ll wake up alone, and you don’t need to worry about where your next meal will come from- Grayson has it all covered. Some nights, when you doze off on the couch, he’ll chuckle to himself, and kiss your forehead before carrying you off to your room and tucking you into bed.

He’s taught you about the world- things the shelter, nor Sebastian, would ever dare to say. Grayson brings you books from his college library, and every day when he gets home, he cuddles up beside you and explains all the concepts to you. He teaches you about history- about the wars that have occurred all over the world- and about science, from how fish can breathe underwater to our solar system. You would help him with dinner, and you two would delight in the food you managed to make together. And suddenly, the memories of the shelter and of Sebastian start to fade- and suddenly, you realize, you have found your home.

🍰🤍Author’s note 2: I hope you guys liked it!! I tried my best to make it not feel rushed but to also not make the story feel super long. Once again, I really enjoy writing requests, so if anyone has any ideas, please make sure to let me know! I also really appreciate feedback, it lets me know that people like my work. Have a lovely day everyone!

[darkdemeter]

WOLF AND CONSORT: THE WEIGHT OF BARGAINS UNPAID

The DARK DEMETER WRITING CATALOGUE, WANDA MAXIMOFF COLUMN #1 —

—- not my gifs, credit to original posters! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Mafia! Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader

A/N — Short, I know, but I did get a little carried away with the darker aspect...

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION — Overall 18+ content, minors DNI! — post-kidnapping — Threats of death, endangerment and some abusive violence towards a minor (teenager) — general depictions of mafia violence — dark! reader — adult language — use of pet/nicknames ("Sweets") — cough obsessive/yandere type reader — I think that's it?

— NEXT COLUMN

SUMMARY — This isn't your first rodeo handling a rat caught in the trap. On the outskirts of New York, away from prying eyes, you've set into motion a plan to show Tony Stark that you are not to be trifled with. However, like an angel, Wanda comes to the rescue of your little captive. As per your fashion, in exchange for his freedom, she is expected to repay the debt of your kind deed. After all, the weight of bargains unpaid can be very hefty the longer they take to pay up...

  Thump. Thump. Thump. 

  There are layers to the darkness he finds himself trapped in. The first masks eyes laden with tears that streak the hollowed paths of his face. The second surrounds him at all sides, in all directions, its atmosphere impairs his capabilities to remain calm, bandana pulled tight between his teeth and his limbs bound by the restraint of squeezing threads of plastic.

  For time unknown is spent in the two layers of darkness, nose running with no hope to see the light of day again, forever bound to live out the remainder of his existence in the void that thrums deep and low, occasionally swerving left or right and dragging his weight to crash against one of the four walls of his black box cell. 

  As for the third layer of darkness, he’d rather spend this era of purgatory in the trunk, if it meant he never had to encounter the third again. 

  Tires slow to roll over the crunching of gravel, each second reminding him of the sound of bones being snapped and dismantled. The car’s movement halts but the car’s engine continues to rumble deeply, oiled and purring like a cat, he hears the slamming of doors. 

  “Mmf?”

  Feet paw the gravel in near tandem of each other, moving in pairs of five in total. Clatter of metal emits from the darkness in front of his face and with a croak of the lock mechanism, the mouth of the trunk lifts upwards. 

  His once vocal, muffled pleas fall dead and bandaged by the damp cloth between his teeth. Eyes flooding with tears that mark his vision in a blur, spots of clear force him to meet his captors. Their eyes bear down upon him a weight that leaves his lungs burning in desperate hunger for air. 

  But it's the shadowy contours concealing most of your visage, eyes aglow and gaze eerily heated like burning coals.

  “Peter, was it?” you drawl in question behind a wall of teeth. The falsehood of your smile brings a wave of nausea to swell in the pit of his stomach, as bile churns the remnants of his last meal, and the ringing in his ears throbs louder. 

  One of the men raises his arm and the barrel of a handgun forcefully kisses the rubbery flesh of Peter’s cheek, tear, blood and sweat stained. His body follows the natural course of instinct in his given position, muscles flinching harshly. 

  “Should we do it right here, Boss?” The voice of the gunman is roughly chalky through the tunnel of his throat. 

  “Not in the fucking trunk,” you hiss sharply, hand shoving the gun away. Peter momentarily catches a glimpse of the curved points of your claws, unsheathed and ready to rip and render anything fragile. If there was one thing he remembers in these final moments, it’s the few lessons his mentor warned him of. 

  One of which is that with you: everything is fragile. And frankly, you couldn’t give a single shit about being gentle.

  “No. I have something else planned.” Your hand grapples the fabric of his shirt, bundling it together tightly and you rip him from the trunk, his body floundering because of the zipties digging into his skin, burning him red with irritated marks. 

  His body is thrown to the ground, back colliding into the metal rigging of the bridge’s rail. He wheezes and coughs as the air is pressed viciously from his lungs, mouth covering hindering his progress to recover his lost breath. 

  His eyes squint under the buzzing light overhanging the bridge section, dodgy in the way it flickers momentarily, brown hair tousled messily from his rough treatment in the time spent in your custody. 

  “Put some weight on him,” you order as you procure a small case from the inside of your coat. 

  Two of your men retrieve something from the trunk, chuckling amongst themselves, Peter’s eyes fixate on the coarse threading of rope looped into a noose on both ends. The other heaves a grunt as he hoists a large mass of concrete into his arms. Peter’s heart pounds harder and faster until his rib cage is bruised on the inside, relentless in its state of panic, the two men fix his legs together with one knotted loop, the other then tied around the hulking brick. 

  “Plmmf! Dmmf dmm mmph!” Old teary rivers on the verge of drying are renewed, fresh and warm. “Plmmf– plmmf dmmph!”

  The men back away from him as you move forward, steps slow with preciseness in mind, you stoop down to his level. His head falters until his chin meets his chest, shoulders bouncing with his pitiful sobs. 

  “Don’t waste your breath, kid,” you tsk with the butt of your cigarette pressed between your lips. You pause to bring your lighter up, flame dancing mere inches away from his face, a faint overlay painting the canvas of your face. Even with that blaring light above, your features remain ominously impenetrable from his point of view. 

  Perhaps it’s because that’s how he sees you. As pure darkness. Evil incarnate. 

  With the end of your cigarette lit, your chest expands widely, shoulders engulfing Peter in shadow that threatens to swallow him whole, his pupils shrunken beyond comprehension of their existence. The scent of his terror brings about an amusing invigoration to the wolf’s side, the selfish need to hunt all things prey. All things weak. 

   The smokeline traverses upwards in a spiral as you next exhale, each pattern of the wisps unique. You pull the butt from your lips in silence as you offer a puff to the young man before you, to which he equally answers in his own quivering quietness with a shake of his head. The action reminds you more of an animal twitching. 

  Your shoulders roll back and the ridge of your browline rises up with a roll of your eyes. Another cloud of smoke is absorbed into the chasm of your chest, and this time, you huff the smoke into his face, his nose wrinkles as he coughs at the rancid smell of ashy, burnt tobacco. To add atop of the passive attack, your thumb taps the stick and the specks of ash cascade over his lashes that bat away the searing sting from his already reddened eyes. 

  “Y’know, I don’t like it when I catch rats scuttling around where they don’t belong. It’s not nice to eavesdrop on conversations you have no part in. No less, record it.” Beneath the octave of your tone is a breeze of airiness, a facade of hurt and your brows pitch up. When Peter gives no response, the facade vanishes, lifted to reveal the cold malice of your very existence. 

  “Did Tony send you to find out what we’ve been up to since the treaty?” Your hand lashes out and Peter’s voice, straining against the cloth, reaches out into the hollow of night with a raw, throat shredding scream. Your clawed fingers pinch the thinly layered bubbles of his cheeks, grip armed with the ability to threaten him that his jaw is a moment away from being unhinged with a single snap. 

  “Do I look like someone you can fuck with?”

  “M–mf…” The structure of his face shudders with a ‘no’ response. “Then why were you snooping around in that warehouse, kid?”

  The crease of your nose twists into a sneer when Peter does little to entertain your question with any sort of answer, you sigh as you move to stand up again, grip still locked around his face, he squirms as he’s hoisted up by the extension of your strength. 

  His tearful eyes grow in size, the whites reflecting the blinking light above, he hollers out a string of smothered screams. 

  “You’ll serve as a warning to him. Let him know that Clan business isn’t to be toyed with by the likes of him.” 

  Peter begins to writhe around in his fight to break free to no avail, body floundering, his back presses over the railing. He trusts that the weight tied around his ankles won’t keep him grounded even if you let him go, the power to thrust him over the ledge as easy for you as taking a breath, he watches behind another blur of tears - perhaps the last before his vision is overwhelmed by water - you take in a long drag of your cigarette, eyes stern and callous within its shadowed veil. 

  He’s hanging on the verge of a slow and agonising demise, to be tortured as he must fight for air he will never have again, in a battle futile to win he tries to take solace that there may be a white light at the end of death’s tunnel. A fleeting hope of a promise that with his suffering, there will be peace. 

  Rolling over the gravel, a second car pulls off to the road’s side some distance away, beams of the saving light finally bathe over what Peter could not see before. Horrors of your visage, tales a many circulating its distinctively haunting mark on the soul, once concealed in the darkness forged into your very nature, now paints the deeply etched sculpt of your furrowed brows. Below are the thinned form of your eyes that holster within them intentions dangerously untamed, and the recoiled muscle of your lips bearing sharpened points, untainted by violence and bloodshed for now, jaw set hard.

  Your head bends off towards the side with a raspy growl tumbling through your clenched teeth. There's movement in the dark, wandering about as blackened shadows as they come upfront to meet with you. Your men take to preparing themselves, hands idle over their guns, they each whine and growl in a rumbling chorus backdrop. 

  “Let him go, Y/N,” says the accented allure of her sokovian tongue. 

  “Ah, well if it isn’t the poster child herself.” Mouth turning into a grin with a husky chuckle bouncing in your throat, eyes roaming the scale of her body up and down, you play into the extra mile and feign loosening your grip on the boy for a split second. You take sickening delight in the display of her body flinching. 

  Interest peaked, you purr lowly, “Why should I?”

  “He’s just a boy. Please, he’s harmless to you.” 

  Your tongue clicks against the roof of your mouth at this. How sweet she is, to come to the boy’s rescue, to save him from the clutches of a fate beneath the waters. Sweet and naive. You once again make your threat known, subtly pushing him that bit further over the edge. He makes to pull his body forward but you disable any attempt for him to secure even a shred of his safety. If those around you desire to push the bounds of your mercy, then you shall oblige in demonstrating the repercussions of such low thinking intelligence and blind haughtiness. 

  “Harmless,” you scoff, “A boy who knows too much about something he—”

  “Please…,” she gasps. Oh, how that one word resounds in the night air clouded by rapids of fog. Muscle constricts around bone trembling in that same rushful, perverted delight. Never has such a sound - a singular word - been spoken so rawly and compassionately that it riled you deeply to the core, nor has any prior experience with company ever given you the dark stirring revelation you find before yourself. 

  Your eyes roll back to find hers, tongue tracing the sharp curves of your teeth. 

  Your men are silent, compliant to remain loyal and obedient despite the granted mercy you bestow upon the boy. Of course, they’d come to understand - or rather respect - your… fascination with the very woman who bargains nothing in exchange for the very clemency over Peter’s life. Your eyes pursue their focus on the darling woman whose green eyes bear to yours with such bewitching compassion. With claws hatching through rope and skin cutting plastic, Peter’s bruised features contort into a whirlwind mixture of relief and pain as he’s released from his bindings.

  “Looks like you won’t be holding your breath, kid,” you huff. His knees wobble and his weight stumbles like a newborn pup, unsteady in his advance towards Wanda. She leans in close to his ear, plump lips moving before Peter continues on, moving towards the sanctuary of his saviour’s vehicle, another’s silhouette guides him safely into the back seat. 

  When she makes to swerve on her heel does she catch your fatal drawl with tongue beating the back of your teeth in a vocal, scolding fashion, finger wagging side to side. 

  “I’ve a reputation to protect, Sweets. I want compensation for your little stunt.” 

   For the second time, she gasps, “Excuse me?”

  “I’m not a charity of mercy, Miss Maximoff.” Your head lays back slightly as you kink a finger at her in a gesture to bring to the table her payment. “So, what will you offer in return for the kid’s safety? Otherwise, with a snap of my fingers I’ll have my boys here drag him out… and I’ll hold the little fucker underwater until he drowns.”

  “You… monster.” Her eyes break from yours, torn down is her resolve to stand before you and remain unshaken. Given this, the wolf’s nature takes hold and you stalk towards her, each step precise with predatory attentiveness. It’s not until you stand inches from her that she recognises that she’s let the wolf creep upon her. That she has succumbed to being your prey. 

  You continue, voice laced softly with a coo, “Then you know not to cross me, Sweets. So I ask again, what’s your offer?”

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[dynoguard]

A Dinosaur’s Harvest Festival

Everyone loves a feast, no matter when you’re from.

Of the five sapient civilizations to call this planet home, only one (the one we don’t talk about) had no known form of harvest festival. The festival for our most recent cousins, the dinosovians, translates as “Festofall,” a corruption of the archaic “Feast of All.”

The “modern” (from the standpoint of dinosovian time-refugees) holiday is a synthesis of a number of similar festivals, mainly “Tubersprang” and “The Hunt of the Gorged” that merged with the rise of multi-species nation-states during the first industrial age. 

From a human perspective, Festofall comes across as a mix of Halloween and Thanksgiving held at a state fair. Cooking begins a full thirdmoon before the festival starts. Each family prepares a vast quantity of a specific dish, all of which is brought together for a community-wide potluck and cook-off. Competition is intense, though caring about winning is seen as gauche. 

The festival lasts for “two claws” (eight days) of feasting, carnival games, live music, dancing, and traditional theater. The potluck aspect is used by every aspect of food production, from farming to dining, to showcase wares and joust with rivals. On the fourth day of the festival, just as the sun begins to set the participants’ offerings are judged, and prizes are passed out.

The prize in question is an “honorloop”, conceptually similar to a blue ribbon or a medal, but taking the form of a ring of metal, braided leather, carved wood, or horn (tough plastic is always an option in the modern day) that is inscribed with the accomplishment.  These are worn over the winner’s own horn-tips, spikes, or talons as jewelry during every major festival for the year, before they are returned for the next year’s competition.

But when the judges go to give the honorloops, they are always wrong! Each replaced by a crude fake bearing a humorous, insults. The nature of the insults varies regionally, but “least improved”, “tastes like it smells” and “bland in, loud out” (very rude in the native podite) are traditional favorites. The honorloops have been stolen by impish bogies called “wildmolts”, “hollowkind”, or “Snappy Jarry.”

Dinosovian folklore associates the child’s first full molt with the shedding of their “hatching wildness” (Dinosovian children can walk within hours of hatching. A hatchling for the first three years or so is essentially a pet raccoon that gets bigger and more sapient every day, with substantially more bite-strength). The wildmolts are this lost wildness made manifest, in the form of macabre goblin-like pranksters.

The wildmolts, are of course, dinosovian children, who have been making their costumes and planning the theft of the honorloops since cooking began. The children hide the stolen loops in public places, and the winners must find their proper prizes before the festival ends or they must wear the mock-prizes at each of the year’s remaining cultural festivals and bank holidays (of which there are many). Wildmolts trade hints at their hiding places (in the form of riddles and puzzles) for treats and small toys. Adults are expected to play along with the ruse.

The second half of the festival belongs to the wildmolts, with adults and children alike participating in ritualized practical joke games that vary community-by-community (the uniqueness of which is a point of local civic pride.) These range from insult-competitions to hold-my-klem* reckless self endangerment. At night, live theater performances take on a more macabre tone and scary tales are told around bonfires.

Many of the more modern additions to the holiday, such as Aegis Shows, Pulse-Tag, and the Gorge-o-Rama (sponsored by Mr. Big Byte, Gorge Responsibly) take place in this latter half of the festival. 

The dual nature of the holiday symbolically conveys that even in times of plenty, the unexpected can strike at any moment. Post Time-Slip Festofall celebrations are held from November 16th through the 23rd. Mid October is generally considered more “seasonally accurate” to the original Pre-KT celebration, with the later date being intentionally chosen to overlap with American Thanksgiving. 

Festofall is, in human terms, a largely secular holiday and is open to human participation in most communities.

The above images were taken at the Ceratopolis Festofall celebration on the 7th-12th of Harvest Moon 2, 5 BKT, and were generously provided by the Dinosovian Cultural Council of Colorado. 

* a foamy beverage distilled from cycads 

[bleue-flora]

i didn't remenber cdream had a parrot. Now o need to rewatch. Cdream has a curse or something bc why alll his pets die or are killed

Yea… for real. And most of them have really tragic and strange deaths. :’( It’s no wonder he has such attachment issues, only furthered by the death of his horse then later endangerment of his friends and blackmail…

Here’s the link to the parrot stream

Time stamp for finding the parrot: 2:23:21

Time stamp for the death of the parrot: 3:18:02

Here’s the link to the memorial (which I actually mentioned in my recent Dreamcatcher blooper)

Though to truly understand how tragic it is you should watch the whole section of the stream where he has his parrot, because he really goes through so much trouble to bring the parrot (and Spirit) back home with him.

“I loved him like a son he was a like father to me.” — Dream —

[olderthannetfic]

My fanfic pet peeve: when commenters read against genre (both of your fic and of canon) in the interests of clutching their pearls about "the actual children".

Context: I write a lot of, I guess, like, light adventure-y novella fics? Like "what if this episode went THIS way and one of these characters faced a novel obstacle!" or "what if this secondary character had to this team up with a minor villain and then awkwardly hide it from her commander!" type stuff. (I know, AO3 loves relatively realist m/m romance writing, not this stuff, which is way more common on FFN or Spacebattles. But I like it there!)

So I get comments on fics taking place in a violent high fantasy canon with teenaged soldiers, where someone will go and get really mad that the adult characters in the fanfic don't care enough that X teen must be so traumatised by killing someone.

Or I get them about how the "actual children," (read as: late teens, again, these are "children," with licences) in a sci-fi war canon are being endangered by the adults around them. And, yes, the adults would certainly be negligent according to like... the real world department of human services... but they are just kind of benignly irrelevant in canon, because it's a story about the teen heroes and aliens. That's what it's about. It's... not about a realistic look at what the parents of teens in adventure stories should do. I'm so taken aback every time that I barely know how to explain it.

I know most people who get "think of the children" pearl clutchers are in the relatively more fraught position of writing about teenaged romance rather than... IDK, child endangerment? But this is still so annoying. It's like, do these people want teenaged characters to have cool adventures, or do they want the adults to be realistic adult caretakers? I think they'd hate that second story, because they're reading a gen adventure about teen heroes. You can read about competent adults if you want to, AO3 is full of that because people find competence sexy.

This is both me venting, and me adding to the conversation about "oh no but the children!!!" comments, because these people actually DO get upset about violence and teen endangerment, not just sex & romance, and I think a lot of people who write more about sex don't necessarily realise this kind of side to it exists.

But yeah, my pet peeve is: commenters getting mad that teens have adventures in fiction.

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[sevens-evan]

outdoor cat people are so fuckin annoying man. "well MY invasive apex predator WANTS to go out and get hit by a car it's just nature" people like you are directly responsible for the endangerment and extinction of entire species you should not be legally allowed to have a pet

[rebeccathenaturalist]

So, a few thoughts I have on this article. First,it says something about our bias when we refer to deer eating crops meant for livestock as "depredation," particularly during an incredibly long, harsh winter. At least the article points out that the lack of habitat--and therefore natural food sources--is a root cause of this issue.

Wildlife can handle a lot of what we throw at them if they have suitable habitat to retreat to. It doesn't justify all the ways in which we make their lives more difficult, but it at least gives them some space to recover both individually and as a population. Habitat loss is the single biggest cause of species endangerment and extinction, and when we remove that habitat, only a handful of species will be able to adapt to less suitable habitat types. That's why the native biodiversity found in a suburb or city is a tiny fraction of what was there prior to development.

So the call to increase and improve habitat for the deer, particularly when it emphasizes natural food sources, is a good one. However, the article completely misses another important factor: the lack of natural predators. Wolves, mountain lions, and other major predators of deer have been exterminated from large areas of their historic range in the United States, and while they are beginning to reclaim some of their old territory, it's far from a full recovery. The lack of predators is directly linked to the overpopulation of white-tailed deer in particular, though other deer species such as elk may also see overpopulation in some areas.

Food, disease, and predation are three natural forces that usually keep deer populations in check. Because deer may be able to find artificial food sources (such as crops) and predators are few to none in much of the US, disease ends up being a major cause of deer mortality, especially as diseases like Chronic Wasting Disease continue to decimate deer populations. Normally predatory animals like wolves would be able to remove some sick animals from the equation, as well as more vulnerable animals that are more likely to become ill in the future. But their absence has caused a severe imbalance in ecosystems across the continent.

The return of large predatory animals to their historic range is a contentious one. Ranchers complain about the loss of livestock; hunters blame wolves for any empty-handed hunt. There's also general pearl-clutching due to fear for the safety of children and pets, in spite of the fact that attacks on humans are exceedingly rare, and pets can be kept safe through reasonable measures. Even as we argue about whether these animals should be reintroduced to former homes, some of them are beginning to move back to those areas whether we want them to or not.

Habitat restoration is actually a boon to these predators as well as their prey. So while the article's slant is toward habitat as a way to keep deer out of the cornfields, it's also unintentionally supporting something that will help bring wolves, cougars, and other animals back to their old stomping grounds as well--something that could also keep those deer in check.

[hellowhisperingstars]

Chapter Six: The Three Drink Rule

Summary: A night of music and baked good ends with some alone time with Eddie.

Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader

Words: 10.6K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Overuse of pet names, Y/N used, mention of drugs, alcohol and mentions of alcohol abuse, past child endangerment, cussing, dom/sub dynamic, dom!eddie, sub!reader, light bondage, thigh spanking, fingering, implied oral (f receiving), nipple play, fluff. I think that's all. Please let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: Chapter six! A very looooong chapter six! Sorry it took so long to get it out to you guys I was sick for a week and didn't have the attention span to do much of anything... But it's finished! Please let me know what you think!

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"Holy shit!" You exclaimed as you looked over at Robin with wide eyes.

“I know!” Robin said, nodding with a laugh. “It's pretty cool right!? They still play here occasionally just for fun. Seeing them in high school you would have thought they'd stay in the garage forever but here they are!”

“I haven’t been able to see them in concert yet!” You yelled back as you watched Eddie put his guitar over his shoulder and walked up to the mic. You were slightly distracted by the lights gleaming off the chains on his leather jacket.  

“Wow thanks guys. It's pretty awesome you guys still come out to see a bunch of old men play the same songs over and over.” He laughed with the crowd. “Also can we have a round of applause for our house emcee, Dustin Henderson! We've known that kid since he was fifteen. He looks exactly the same.” He chuckled as Dustin flipped him off with a grin as the crowd cheered for him, smiling Eddie adjusted the strap so his guitar sat just right. Looking back at the guys he smiled. “Let’s get this shit show on the road boys!”

The windows rattled and you could really feel the bass in your chest. Your breath caught as Eddie sang, he sounded exactly like he did on the cds. It took your breath away, seeing your favorite band live in such an intimate setting was enough to make you want to scream.

Eddie looked up at you as they played, sending you a wink that made you grin. The girls around you screamed, some rushed up to the stage, a few of them sent you glares and side eyes when they caught Eddie staring at you but you just watched in awe as he moved around the stage. Eddie looked so at ease up there. He was completely at home. The way the lights hit him made him look almost… ethereal. The unruly curls that he had pulled back into a bun shone like a halo around his head, even the sweat that started to drip only enhanced him. You were right when you told him he was beautiful. He was. So entranced by the band, well mostly Eddie, that you completely missed Lizzy sneaking up on you. You jumped as she pounced, throwing her arms around you.

“You're back!” She laughed as she looked up at Jeff as he played. He smiled at her which left her beaming.

“I'm back!” You smiled as you hugged her. Looking at her you laughed in excitement. “They're amazing!”

“Aren't they!?” She called back as the band played. Lizzy watched silently, completely unphased by them, having been on tour with them recently, she’s seen and heard it all. She knew all the boys pretty well by now and it didn’t take a genius to notice that Eddie was staring directly at you. Smirking, she leaned closer to you getting your attention. “Eddie can’t take his eyes off you.”

You stared wide eyed as you took a sip of your drink looking between her and Eddie.

“Don’t be so shy!” She laughed, playing with her necklace. It wasn’t a collar this round but a choker that held a pretty little pink rose against the hollow of her throat. It looked beautiful on her.

“I love your necklace,” You said with a smile trying to change the subject.

“Thank you! Jeff got it for me!” She giggled like she knew a secret you didn't get. 

You giggled too and you looked back up at the band as they took a small break before their third song. Eddie laughed at something someone in the crowd had yelled as he took a drink from a water bottle. You were so stuck on Eddie as he started to sing another song that you jumped when Lizzy held a shot in front of you. “Oh no! No! You got me fucked up last time!”

“You needed it!” Lizzy laughed. She wasn’t wrong in that regard. 

“Well.. I..” You faltered as you looked at Robin who was standing with her own shot in her hands. “Fine! But I am not going to let you get me trashed this round!”

All together the three of you tapped the little glasses on the bar counter and then threw them back. The strong taste of the liquor in that shot made you shiver and your eyes water slightly. “Holy shit!”

“Birdie, when did you get here?!” 

You looked up as Steve walked over and stood next to Robin behind the bar, his hands on his hips. 

Robin smirked as she looked between you two before cocking her head at him. “Dude. She’s been here for hours! We’ve been watching you fail at flirting with that girl. Why do you suck so bad?”

“First of all that’s a lie. She hasn’t been here for hours. I'm not an idiot,” Steve said, pouring some ice into a glass and setting it behind the counter to pull a napkin out of his pocket. “Second of all, I got her number. So you can shove it Buckley.”

Robin looked at the napkin before she nodded and dug under the counter for a moment bringing up an old white board, pulling off the marker taped to it before writing something down making Steve roll his eyes at her before going back to making the drink he had started. “It’s the dawning of a new era!”

“Why do you still have that?”

You looked at her curiously before she turned it around to show you with a laugh. Written on the board in black marker was two columns with a bunch of tallies on it. YOU RULE and YOU SUCK written on it with a line between them. The YOU SUCK section had two little clusters of five lines and the YOU RULE had only one line. And it was still wet. Biting your lip to keep from laughing you looked over at Steve. 

He pointed at you with no real heat to his stare. “Shut up.”

That made you laugh. Loudly. Your head was thrown back in complete glee which only got worse when Steve threw an ice cube at you. “I’m sorry!”

“No you’re not!” Steve argued as he went to give the drink to someone. 

“I’m really not.” You said to Robin and Lizzy who were laughing with you before looking back at the band as they played, a smile on Eddie’s face as he sang, you watched as his eyes lit up when your eyes met his. You smiled at him before holding up a hand in the devil horns symbol poking your tongue out at him a little with a wink. That only made him smile wider as he went ham on his guitar, his fingers flying from string to string.

Yeah he was definitely your favorite band member.  

They had played their set like they would any concert and by the time they were done with their last song the whole bar was going nuts. You cheered and clapped with the rest of them as Eddie thanked everyone again and headed off the stage with the rest of the band. He took a moment to climb the stairs out of sight and when he came back down he was empty handed and had removed his leather jacket letting you see his dark burgundy button up that was unbuttoned way too low with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Most of the tattoos that littered his chest and arms were on display and all you wanted to do was lick them. 

He smiled at you and was heading over when he got stopped by a pretty redhead in full punk regalia, her chest pushed sky high by a corset that showed off her very trim waist and her short black skirt left nothing to the imagination. He smiled as he nodded his head at her before posing for a photo with his arm around her waist in a respectful way, not too high nor too low to cop a feel. Something you can only call jealousy swarmed your chest as you watched the pretty girl get up on her tiptoes, pressing her chest into Eddie’s arm as pushed a kiss to his cheek before she slipped a piece of paper into his hand and smiled at him. How dare she… Eddie was… Eddie was… just a friend. Sighing you looked away, not wanting to see that girl flirt with him anymore, taking the last drink of your vodka and cranberry you put the glass back on the bar smiling tightly at Robin as she smiled at you a bit. Lizzy looked over at you with another shot in her hand but you just shook your head. “I have a three drink rule! I want my last drink to be a good one!”

“You and that rule!” She pouts. She doesn’t know the reason behind it but she agrees to stop force feeding you shots cause you put your foot down. In the end she shrugged and took both shots causing you to laugh.

“Jeff’s going to have your ass.” Robin said as she wiped down the counter in a newly opened spot at the bar. 

“Not if he doesn't know!” She called back to Robin with a smirk. Jeff always knew, doms seemed to have a sixth sense for this kind thing. 

Biting your lip you glanced over towards Eddie to see a few more girls and even a couple of boys have now surrounded him asking for photos and autographs. He took it in stride with a smile on his face as he posed and signed items for them. He was definitely a rockstar. But you couldn't sit there watching them flirt and paw at him anymore. You didn't like the jealous feeling clawing at your chest. It was suddenly too hot in the bar. You needed a moment to try and get over this feeling. 

“I’m going to step outside for a bit.” You called to the girls who looked over at you with a nod. Getting off your stool you pointed Lizzy into it. “Sit!”

“Yes, Ma’am!” She said with a small salute before taking your spot ordering another drink from Robin. 

Quickly you moved through the crowd and back out onto the patio. The cold air slapping you in the face as you take in a breath. You needed to pull it together, you had no claim over Eddie, no reason to get jealous of anyone flirting or touching him. You were friends. Friends that had sex and shared a few kisses. That's it. He had so many people he could choose from that were more his type, you listen to the same music, yes, but your styles were so different. You liked a cozier simple style where Eddie was very much a metalhead rocker. Leaning against a pole you crossed your arms. Plus you were supposed to fix things with Peter. That idea made you want to hurl. How could you possibly fix something you didn't think was broken?

“There you are..” A voice called, it had a slight rasp to it from use. 

Looking over your shoulder you blinked at Eddie as he came out onto the porch with you a few minutes later. “Here I am. You’re a very popular guy.”

“It's the hair.” He shrugged, putting his hands in his pants pockets. “What can I say, people dig it.” 

You giggled as you shook your head. “I bet. You were great up there. Can't believe I got to see you guys playing live. And for free? Damn, college me just died and went to heaven.” 

He laughed as he sauntered over to you leaning his shoulder next to yours on the pole. “I'm glad you liked it, I think I caught you singing along a few times. We do this sometimes. Keeps us from going crazy when we are not on tour.” 

“I get that.” You nodded as a slight breeze pushed your hair into your face. You reached up to tuck it behind your ear but Eddie got there first. The heat of his hand makes the skin on your cheek burn. 

“You okay?” He asked leaning in a bit, his hand now cupping your cheek fully. “You left the bar pretty quickly.” 

“I just needed some air.” You nodded. “It was pretty crowded in there. The heat got to me.” 'You got to me.'

“I see.” He said looking you in the eye. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes and laughed when he tugged at a lock of your hair. “Yes you can ask me anything.” 

“What's with that three drink rule you told Lizzy about the other night? I asked Steve but he told me I should ask you, that it’s personal.” 

You blinked for a moment before you nodded. “Yeah it is..”

“Then you don't have to expli-”

“It's okay. I don't mind.” You shook your head turning to sit on the front steps. Looking up at him you patted the spot next to you. “Or maybe you should get your coat first?”

He shook his head as he sat next to you, his arms on his knees. “Nah I'll be okay. I run hot, remember? Plus I’m pretty warm from the stage lights.” 

“Hmm,” You nodded again as you took a deep breath. “I have the three drink rule cause growing up my mom was an alcoholic. She's better now, and hasn't had a drink in well over ten years. But when I was younger I remember her drinking a lot, which I get, being married to my dad probably wasn't easy. He's… not easy to get along with. At first it was just a drink here and there on a bad day, then it was a few times a week, and eventually it turned into an everyday thing. From the moment she got up to the moment she passed out. It ruined my parents' marriage, among other things of course but that was a big part of it. My dad didn't even try to help her. He's not very… loving.”

“I've gathered," Eddie nodded.

“Yeah,” You laughed a little as you picked at a thread that popped up from the seam on your jeans. “After the divorce they shared custody of me. I would spend every other weekend with my mom but live at my dad's house for the week because of school and she would pick me up from school on the Fridays I stayed with her. She did better after the divorce, the drinking has slowed down but one weekend something happened, no one ever told me what exactly, but it set her off. When she picked me up from school she was plastered, I didn't want to get in the car with her but I didn't want to make a scene and embarrass her either. So I got in the car. I begged her to just pull into a parking space and sit for a while but she didn't.” 

Eddie turned so he was facing you completely, his back leaning against the handrail. He was listening intently. 

“Thankfully we didn't get into an accident but there were a couple close calls and we got pulled over. I was eleven and scared and I didn't know what to do so when the cops came to the window I just started crying. Mom got arrested, the car impounded, and when we got to the police station, I called my Nana to come get me. CPS got involved and Dad took her to court, he got full custody of me after that. The Courts made her go to rehab and AA, before she could see me again since her DUI also involved child endangerment. But she did it, she's been in recovery for a while now, she's faltered here and there but she kept going, met my step dad, Joel, in AA and they moved to upstate New York. They keep each other in check you know? Once I was old enough I started to visit them. We have a really good relationship now, I actually called her before I came out tonight. I made that rule for myself when I started drinking. I didn't want to wind up like my mom. I was scared that it was genetic I guess,” You shrug. “So for my own sanity and liver health I try to stick to three drinks. I love my mom but I don't want to go through what she did.” 

“I'm glad your mom got better and I'm glad nothing happened to you guys that day. Oh god Lizzy pushed so many shots on you the other night.” He said, pushing his face into his hands. 

You laughed, shaking your head. “It's fine. Letting loose once in a while won't kill me. Plus you kept me from driving home so thank you.” 

“I wasn’t about to let you even look at your car sweetheart.” He said, shaking his head before smirking at you. “You're a very giggly drunk. It's cute.” 

“Oh my god shut up.” You laugh a bit as you push at his knee.

“I mean it.” He chuckled and put the leg closest to the parking lot down before shoving his hand into his pocket to grab his cigarettes and lighter. Pulling one out of the carton he offers one to you but you shake your head. Placing the box in the pocket of his button up shirt he flicked open the zippo lighting his cigarette in a puff of smoke.

“Can I ask you a question?” 

“Shoot, sweetheart.” 

“What are your parents like?” 

Eddie faltered a moment flicking the zippo closed before putting it in his shirt pocket by his carton of cigarettes. He didn't like to talk about his parents much. “My folks… weren't great. Mom took off a little after my ninth birthday. I have no idea where she is or if she's even alive. Dad.. well dad’s in jail. Has been since I was… shit… like thirteen?” 

“I'm sorry, Eddie.” You said looking at the parking lot. “I shouldn't have asked.” 

“No, you're fine. You talk to me about your parents, it's only fair I talk to you about mine.” He said taking a hit of his cigarette before ashing it on the stairs. “Dad was a wreck after mom left, it’s almost like he forgot how to function. He wasn't a terrible dad before but he wasn't great either you know? Taught me a lot of stuff but never really took the time to understand me as a person. He was a handyman, could fix anything, cars, lights, drywall, you name it he could do it. He was smart like that. What he wasn't smart about was the drugs he chose to do, he got addicted to heroin and would do anything to get it. He stole cars, car parts, jewelry, cash, anything he could get his hands on. He tried to get me to help him swindle people and I picked up a lot of very bad habits from him. I can pick a pocket and hot wire a car just as easily as I can fix an engine or install a sink. He moved us around a lot in the few years it was just us. I think he was running from debt collectors. He got caught lifting an expensive sports car one day, that was his third strike so they tossed him in jail on a shit ton of charges he had racked up. Been in ever since.” 

“What happened to you after he went in?”

“I got sent to live with his older brother. My Uncle Wayne, he lives in Hawkins. I was with him until I was about twenty.” 

“That was nice of him. You're uncle I mean.” 

“Yeah, Wayne's great. He's the closest thing I have to a real dad.” Eddie laughed as he let the half gone cigarette hang from his lips. “He calls me son. He comes to watch us play when we’re on tour and we have shows nearby. He works the night shift at the plant and on his nights off he comes by to have a few drinks sometimes. He's real proud of us.”

“As he should be.” You smiled. “You guys are so good.” 

“Thanks sweetheart.” He smiled. The entire time he told you about his parents he had been smoking and by now the end of his cigarette was coming close. He took one last hit and flicked the butt into the parking lot as he leaned his head back to let the smoke escape his lungs. His neck strained slightly and you had to look away because all you wanted to do was kiss it, bite it, leave your mark on it, as a warning to others. Fuck. This man was ruining you. “We should go back in. It's far too cold out here for pretty little ladies like you.” 

“Can we just sit here for a little longer?” You ask, cocking your head at him, batting your lashes just a little bit. You didn't want to see all those people flirting with him, your self esteem couldn't handle that. 

Chuckling he nodded and held his arms out for you. “Come get warm. I’ll be your own personal heater.”

You giggled as you scooted over to sit between his legs, your back to his chest, as he wrapped his arms around you. His warmth seeping into your back.

“Comfy?” He whispered in your ear sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Mhm,” You nodded as you cuddled in a bit more before looking at the dark sky above you to see it spotted with little lights. “The stars are pretty tonight.” 

“Yeah, they are,” He nodded, though you couldn't see it he wasn't looking at the sky. He was looking at you.

He was finally able to get you back into the bar about 20 minutes after that and for the rest of the night he rarely left your side. His arm was around your waist as you sat back at the bar with your last drink in hand. Eddie would step away every once in a while to smile and pose for photos and give out autographs when asked. You on the other hand couldn’t help but give Steve wide eyed looks as you sipped your drink trying not to look at the fans who would glare at you when Eddie was back at your side. What made you so special that you were getting all of Eddie’s attention? You were sure they were all thinking that and you could honestly say you didn’t know. You didn’t know what it was that drew him to you but you were just as drawn to him so you didn’t want to think about it anymore less you ruin your mood.

The night dwindled down and at two on the dot the bar was closed and locked up tight for the night; the only people left were the ones who lived in the building and Brandon. Gareth had left a bit earlier to go home to his wife, you remember giggling at him when you were introduced and he gave Eddie a teasing look while saying, ‘So this is Y/N…’. Eddie very quickly told him to shut up, his face turning a slight pink in embarrassment. 

Now you were all sitting at one of the areas by the stage that held three couches and a metal sound equipment flight case for a table telling each other all the stupid things you’ve done in your lives. Lizzy had just finished telling an embarrassing story of her first time meeting Jeff from where she sat on a couch next to him, his hand grazing up and down her arm as he laughed at her.

“It was so embarrassing!” She all but shrieked, shaking her head. “All I could do was lay there with my skirt over my head; panties on full display. I wanted the ground to just eat me.”

“I still thought you were beautiful, baby girl.” Jeff laughed as he pulled her back to kiss the side of her head.

You were sitting on the floor between Eddie’s legs where he and Steve sat on the smaller of the three couches, your head was leaning up against Eddie’s knee as you laughed at the story. His hand was in your hair twirling a lock between his fingers.  

“Your turn sweetheart.” Eddie laughed as he drank from his bottle of beer putting lightly on your hair. 

“I don’t think…” You snap your fingers before you laugh and look up at Steve. "Remember that one Halloween when I was like twelve and you were, what? Fifteen? We got in trouble with your parents and the chief of police because we stole every last pumpkin off someone's porch, carved the dumbest faces in them and then put them back?"

“That has got to be the most wholesome prank I’ve ever heard!” Lizzy said as she giggled. 

“What kind of faces?” Brandon asked as he chuckled into his beer bottle from where he sat on the stage.

“Oh god I can’t even remember I just know they were bad. I think one was just like two pinprick eyes and a line between them?” You asked Steve who nodded his head. Holding up your thumb and pointer finger you guessed at how big it was. “It was only this big. I remember it being on the biggest pumpkin too.” 

“God, that lady was so pissed. Screaming about how we ruined her perfect decorations.” Steve laughed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “We had to pay for new pumpkins, listen to Hopper go on a theft rant, and then we got grounded.” 

“We didn’t get any candy that year but that was still one of the best Halloweens,” You laughed as you looked up at Eddie with a grin.

He chuckled as he looked at you before leaning forward to put his empty bottle on the box, his chest meeting the back of your head and his hand traveled down a little to caress the skin around your collarbone before leaning back and looking over at Steve who was watching the two of you. “What?”

“Nothing.” Steve said with a shake of his head and a snort. Both of you were adults, you could do what you wanted. It was just weird seeing Eddie so head over heels for someone especially if that someone was you.

“Jealous?” Eddie asked as he brought his hand up off your head and placed it on Steve's knee. 

“Not even close,” Steve laughed, pushing Eddie’s hand off his knee. 

Everyone was giggling just as much, so it was clear this was not an unusual thing.

“Don’t be like that Chippy,” Eddie chuckled as he leaned towards Steve. 

“You can’t call me that!” Steve groaned, sending you a glare before looking back up at Eddie. He was used to this by now. Eddie liked to play chicken with him whenever he could.

“Harrington, you want me to kiss you so bad it makes you look stupid.” Eddie said getting closer to him, making kissy noises, Steve in turn just pushed him away with a hand to his face. 

“Shut up Munson.” Your cousin laughed rolling his eyes. “Someone else tell a story before I give Eddie a black eye!”

You all laughed and continued with your stories as you sat there just enjoying your night. Robin told you all about the time she tripped during a show for band in high school and how her trumpet went flying and landed right by the legs of the tuba player who tripped over it. It was all downhill from there; the entire band ended up laying on the grass of the football field. You couldn’t stop laughing. 

“Oh shit!” Eddie said suddenly as he sat up again with a smile on his face as he looked down at you. “I forgot you brought something.”

“Oh yeah!” You nodded, sitting up watching over your shoulder as Eddie stood up carefully so he wouldn’t hurt you as he moved around you to head through the bar. You smiled back at everyone as they watched him rush into the kitchen and then back out in only a few minutes. A lavender colored box in his hands.

“Y/N brought us something as a thank you for making her feel better about her shitty date!” Eddie called as he wandered back over placing the box on the metal case before he opened it for everyone to see the baked goods inside. He was eyeing one of those brownies something fierce and he was not above fighting someone for it.

“Sugar Cloud!” Lizzy clapped excitedly as she leaned forward on the couch. “This must have been so expensive, thank you!”

“Oh hell yeah!” Robin nodded as she got up to see if you had brought her favorite, her eyes lighting up when she saw the macarons.

“It wasn’t,” You laughed as everyone looked in the box to see what they wanted. 

“It’s their largest box though!” Lizzy said, grabbing a slice of strawberry shortcake and a lemon square for Jeff.

“Yeah, but I can just take them,” You shrugged before looking up at them to see they were all looking at you curiously. 

“Did you steal these?” Robin asked, blinking at you a macaron in her hand. 

“No! Can’t exactly steal something you made,” You laugh, shaking your head. Everyone looked at you in confusion. “Steve didn’t tell you?”

When all you got were blank stares and head shakes back you just smiled and pointed at your chest. “I’m the owner and head baker at Sugar Cloud.”

Steve practically giggled as everyone just starred and then like a shot they all started talking over each other. Lizzy was going on excitedly about how amazing your baked goods were and that they were her favorite. Jeff was just trying to get her to calm down a little bit as he laughed. Brandon was asking if you had made all of these. Robin was yelling at Steve for not mentioning it when they’ve all gone to the shop before and Eddie, well, Eddie was just smiling at you.

You laughed and nodded at all the noise. Leaning forward you crawled so you sat next to Eddie and started to point out all the ones you had made before grabbing a cupcake and handing it back over to Steve. “I made the lemon squares, brownies, and cupcakes. Ada made the shortcake and Tiffany made the macarons. I can't make those to save my life. She’s way better at it.”

“She went to culinary school and that was the only thing she ever failed at.” Steve snarked as he licked the frosting off the top of the cupcake. 

“Shush you!” You sniped as you sent him a playful glare. You were about ten seconds from shoving that cupcake in his face.

“They look amazing, sweetheart.” Eddie grinned as he grabbed the brownie out of the box. Shit did he love chocolate. “Thank you.”

“Thank you guys for keeping me sane the other night.” You smiled as you moved back to lean on the couch watching everyone enjoy their treats. “You should all come by the shop soon! I give friends and family discounts!”

The rest of the night went by quickly, everyone filling up on sweets until they were about to be sick and soon it was just you and Eddie downstairs. You had excused yourself to the restroom and when you came back out you looked up at the clock behind the bar seeing that it was almost three thirty AM. It was late.. Or early? You didn’t want to think about it.

“I should go.” You said looking at Eddie as you walked back towards where he sat on the couch. 

“You don't have to.” Eddie said shaking his head he really didn't want you to leave. “Not like I have anything to do tomorrow. Best thing about being on break is that I get to be lazy.”

You chuckled as you sat next to him on the couch in Steve’s vacant spot. Leaning back on the arm of the couch you pulled your legs up to tuck under you comfortably as you cocked your head at him. “Must be nice. Being laaaaazy all the time.”

“Oh it’s great!” Eddie said, chuckling, turning so he can pull on leg up on the couch to face you. His right arm settles on the back of the couch so he can lean his head on his fist. “Rest up now so when we have to get back to it we have the energy to create a whole new album, deal with press releases and interviews and concerts!” 

“That sounds exhausting.” 

“It can be. Lots of late nights and early mornings. Record label execs yelling at you, but you kinda just learn to shrug it off and go at your own pace or you get stuck making something you hate in the end.” 

“Nothing worse than hating something you put so much time into.” You said somberly as you watched him nod. For the first time since you met it was quiet between you two, you both were just sitting there watching each other. Your eyes drifted down from his eyes to his plush lips to his bobbing Adam's apple. So distracted were you that you didn’t notice Eddie was watching you too from the flustered look on your face to you biting your bottom lips slightly as you thought.

"Wanna play a game?" He asked suddenly out of nowhere with a grin.

Blinking, you looked over to him and cocked your head to the side with a small grin. “What kinda game?”

“20 questions.” 

You laughed as you shook your head at the suggestion. “Sure. Let's play.” 

You both went through the normal questions, full name, age, zodiac sign, what you wanted to be when you grew up, if you have any siblings, and your favorite animal. You know the safe questions. But it soon moved to the good questions, the ones that you only asked best friends at sleepovers.

“Who was your first kiss?”

Taking a sip of the soda that Eddie had grabbed for you not long ago at the start of your game, only after he teased you about how you had been a good girl about keeping to your three drink limit and drinking the water he gave you. Laughing you sighed, “Oh man.. his name was Eric Johnston. Sixth grade. He used waaay too much tongue for an eleven year old.”

The laugh that left Eddie could only be described as a cackle. “Gross.”

“What about you? Same question.”

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before he took a good drink of his own soda. “His name was Tony Owens. A kid I knew when I was twelve in Missouri with my dad before he went to jail. He found out and he moved us out of the state pretty quickly after that.”

“Oh so you’re…” You started to say but he just shook his head making you stop mid-sentence.

“Uh, no,” He smiled, shaking his head, looking almost shy. Which seemed weird for him. “We wouldn’t have had sex if I was sweetheart. I’m bi. I don't care about the parts anyone has or how they identify. If we are both into it. I will fuck you. Don’t matter to me.” Eddie swished his glass around nervously. “Does that bother you?”

You shook your head with a grin, “Nope. Why would it?”

“A lot of people don’t like the idea of a dude kissing or fucking another dude.” He shrugged as he downed the rest of his drink.

“That doesn't matter to me.” You said looking at your glass before looking up at him through your lashes. “Who you are attracted to doesn’t determine who you are as a person. So, no, it doesn’t bother me.” 

He looked you in the eye, pleased with your answer. Leaning forward he placed his empty glass on the floor. “I saw you looking at Lizzy’s collar the other night.”

“That wasn’t a question.” You laughed while taking a drink to hide your grin. You knew he had noticed. 

“It’s not. More of an observation.”

“I'm sure it doesn't surprise you, considering New Years Eve.” 

“It doesn't. I’m curious though. Is that something you're interested in? Not so much the collar but the idea behind it?” Eddie asked. He wanted to explore this with you, if you were willing to take the journey with him. 

“You mean like BDSM?” 

“Mhm,” He nodded watching you as you licked your bottom lip, your hand twirling the glass around so the ice clinked as it swirled. 

“I’m… interested.” You sigh, trying to think how to word this. “I read a lot of romance novels about it and I’ve experimented a little in college with a few people but it wasn’t like I expected you know? It was mostly just getting tied down and having sex. Which was fun, don't get me wrong, but it didn’t have the right feeling…”

“You want structure, rules, not just some kinky fun every once in a while.”

“Exactly.” You nodded as you took another drink of your soda and giggled after you were done. “It’s so weird saying all this out loud and not feeling like you’re about to reject me. I’ve had a few people lose interest in me when I express interest in this kind of thing.”

“It’s hard to lose interest in someone when you have the same interests, sweetheart.” He said with a grin. Leaning towards you he gently took your glass from your hands and placed it carefully on the ground next to his empty one. “Would you maybe wanna come upstairs with me? Give it a shot?”

You blinked at him for a moment before a smile spread on your face and you nodded.

Chuckling, Eddie shook his head and pushed some of your hair from your face. “I need your words sweetheart. You gotta say it.”

“Yes, take me upstairs Eddie.” You all but whispered, your heart pounding in your ears as you watched him smile so wide. Your eyes never left his as he stood up from the couch and held his hand out for you which you took and allowed him to lift you from the couch. Just like on New Years you followed him up the stairs, past the photo of Ruby who you said a quiet hello too, and around the walkway to his room. 

He let you in first and closed the door behind you, switching the lock in place. You smiled when he flipped the light on and turned to look at him over your shoulder. “So what do you have in mind?” 

“You’ll see.” He smirked as he moved closer to you, his hands coming up to your jaw to cup it lightly and dropped one kiss, two, three, to your lips. “I just wanna play a little. Nothing crazy, just some light restraints and I’ll only use my hands and my mouth tonight. If this is something you want we can have a conversation and go from there. I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won't.” You shook your head slightly with your eyes closed, your noses touching as you breathed each other in. “I trust you.”

“I wanna go over some safewords with you.” Eddie said as he put his hand in yours and pulled you towards the couch. “You know about safewords, yeah?”

“Yeah,” You nod as you take a seat. “If I say them it makes everything stop.”

“Good girl,” He smiled at you. You liked when he praised you. “I like to use the stop light system. Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is full stop. You with me so far?”

Nodding your head you let the information sink in. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Repeat them for me.” 

“Green is good, yellow is slow down, and red is stop.” 

“Good. Very good. Remember those, they’re important. I usually have my subs call me by an honorific but we’ll skip that tonight.” Eddie said as stood up from the couch and wandered around his bed towards the dresser that sat under the window, pulling open the top drawer he hummed as he looked inside. He wanted something that would give you a taste but not scare you, so the rope was pushed aside for another day. His hands fiddled around with some other things that you couldn’t see as he decided what he wanted to use. Looking over his shoulder at you he had a small wicked gleam in his eye before he looked back into the drawer. “Oh, and if you wanna cum you gotta ask permission. Got it?”

You tried to get a peek of what he had going on over there but he was successfully blocking you. Taking a small breath you nodded your head. “Got it.”

“This will work.” He said to himself as he turned all the way around so you could see what he had in his hands. A set of leather cuffs. Leaning against his dresser Eddie looked at you fully now with a grin. "One more suggestion sweetheart. If you have to use the bathroom, do it now. Cause once these go on they’re not coming off until I'm done with you."

You breathed a laugh before you got off the couch and took a few steps towards the bathroom. "Then I'll go just in case."

You took a moment to use the restroom and when you came back Eddie had unbuttoned the last two buttons on his shirt so it hung open showing the entirety of his chest and the little trail of dark hair that disappeared into his pants, it made your mouth water. Biting your lip you eyed him a moment as he looked up at you from unbuckling the cuffs in his hand. They were thick black cuffs with a short chain in between them just big enough for his hand to fit if he grabbed them.

“Hey. We don’t have to do this.” Eddie said, letting the cuffs dangle from his hand as he walked over to you, placing a finger under your chin to lift your face up so he could look into your eyes. “We can just go to bed or something.”

“No, I want to.” You muttered quickly, your hand coming up to hold his wrist. “I want to try. With you.”

"Okay. You remember your safe words?"

"Yes,” You nodded.

“Good girl.” He smiled, slowly he brought the cuffs up to hang off his shoulder. His hands came up to hold your cheeks as he pushed the hair away from your face. 

“We’ll try just the cuffs tonight. Don’t be afraid to say the safewords, I won't be upset.” He muttered as he leaned down, placing his lips to yours in a hungry kiss backing you up towards the bed. 

You kissed him back just as fiercely, your hands moving as far into his hair as his bun would allow grabbing little handfuls making him groan at the feeling of his hair being pulled. You moaned into the kiss giving him enough of an opening to give your lip a little bite. 

“Can I take this off?” He asked against your lips as he tugged at the bottom of your shirt, smiling when you let out a soft yes.

Pulling back a bit he hummed at your slightly breathless state as he grabbed the hem of your shirt, lifting it up over your arms and head before tossing it behind him before settling his hands gently on the sides of your neck. Smiling he pushed a kiss to your lips once more as he ran his hands down your shoulders and arm to grab your wrists in his own hands watching you carefully as your breath hitched in your throat. “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You nodded as you looked him in the eyes. “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Okay,” He said as he moved his hand off one of your wrists and pulled the cuffs from over his shoulder. He worked quickly but gently, buckling the cuffs to hold you firmly, making sure he could still fit two fingers between the cuffs and your skin. “How does that feel? Too tight?”

“No, it feels good.” You said looking at your bound wrists. The leather was softer than you expected and just looking at it made tiny bolts of pleasure shoot straight to your core. "What now?"

“Now? Now, I'm going to play to my heart's content. I wanna see how many times I can get you to cum until you are crying for me to stop.” Eddie cocked his head at you with a sly grin as he watched you pull on at the cuffs experimenting with your movement. The little clinks of the chain between them is the only sound for a few minutes. You weren't the only one affected by this, Eddie shifted a little trying to adjust the tight feeling in his pants as he watched you. Seeing the look of uncertainty in your eyes when you looked up at him, he narrowed his eyes. “Has no one ever done that before?” 

Shaking your head you looked at anything but him. “Uh, no?”

“Really? No ones ever made you cum more than once?”

“Well no,” You shrugged awkwardly in your bonds. “The few guys I was with in college were pretty much one and done. Only two people have ever made me come twice and that was a guy from culinary school and you on New Year's."

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie said, shaking his head. Placing his hand gently on your chest he pushed you back onto the mattress making you land on it with a bounce, a little laugh leaving you. Your jean clad legs are still hanging off the side of the bed. He took a moment to remove all the rings from his fingers, placing them in a tiny bowl on his nightstand. “Point me towards these guys cause holy shit..” 

"What would you do if I did?" You smirked up at him watching as he moved back over towards you pushing your knees apart so he could stand between them.

"I'm just gonna talk to ‘em." He murmured as he grabbed the chain between your cuffed hands and stretched them above your head giving you a little smirk as he looked down at you, his whole body leaning over you so you felt his chest against yours. The fabric of your bra scraped against his nipple piercings as his guitar pick necklace swayed against your throat slightly. “Do not move these or I will tie you to the bed so you can't move at all. Understand?” 

“Yes.” You nodded breathlessly, a warmth flaring on your cheeks as you felt how wet you were getting, he hasn’t even touched you yet! 

He just smirked as he trailed his fingers down from your wrists, over your forearms and triceps, to your shoulders chuckling to himself as you squirmed when he hit your armpits. “Ticklish?”

“No…” You gasped out making him snort as he did it again which only made you try and squirm away from him but he just grabbed your hips tutting at you to stay still. “Okay... Maybe.”

“Yeah, I thought so." Eddie said as he continued with his soft caressing. His fingers moving down to your chest pinching and plucking at your nipples through your bra before he grabbed the cups and pulled them down, manhandling your breasts until they sat over your bra which pushed them up for easier access. His thumbs brushed over your nipples gently before he gave them a sharp pinch that made you gasp, your back arching just a bit at the pain as it slowly slipped into pleasure, your panties were now definitely starting to get soaked. He let his thumbs caress your nipples gently almost like an apology. “Guys these days don’t know how to treat a lady.”

“Tying them up and having your way with them?” You asked breathlessly, trying your best to look down at him through your half lidded eyes. Your body was buzzing.

“Only if they are very good little girls. Or very bad if that’s how they wanna play it.” He smirked, giving your breasts a quick squeeze before he continued to trail his fingers down your stomach to the button of your jeans. Tucking his fingers under the top of them he gave you a look waiting for your go ahead and when you nodded with a smile and a quiet yes, he undid the button and zipper on your pants and grabbed the sides pulling them down over your hips, thighs, calves until he was catching your converse with them pulling those off as well as your socks. Tossing everything to the side he let out a low whistle as he looked you over. Arms cuffed and resting over your head, hair tossed, breasts out and pushed up by your bra, and the wettest pair of panties he has seen in a while. “Look at you.”

Your eyes closed as you felt his hands on your thighs slowly pushing them apart so he could get a good look at your ruined underwear. His fingers dug into the meat of your thighs slightly before he moved them up to softly caress you through the fabric hiding you from him. A small whine left you at the feeling of his fingers swirling over your clit, your hands grabbing at the sheets under you to keep your hands where Eddie had placed them. You didn’t want to disappoint him. A quiet moan slipped past your lips when his fingers started to move faster on your little bud. The friction of your soaked panties only ramped you up a bit. “Ah… Eddie..”

“That feel good, baby?” He asked as he glanced up at you trying to gauge your reaction by facial features. You looked a little pathetic, your eyes half closed, a warmth started to simmer under your skin, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you moaned out a quiet "uh huh". He loved it. Smirking he mocked you a bit by copying your little uh huh with his own. "Yeah I can tell." 

“Eddie…” You sighed as you felt the pressure in your tummy start to build. It felt good but it wasn't enough, you needed the barrier of your panties gone. “Eddie… please.” 

“What sweetheart?” He said as he moved his fingers away from your clit to cup your mound making you gasp, his middle finger rubbing your entrance through the soaked cloth, he leaned over you then his hand next to your head to support himself. “Need something?”

“Please.. please touch me…” You whined breathlessly looking up at him. “Eddie please.”

“I am touching you.” He smirked. He was enjoying this, you could tell. His hand moved so he could go back to circling your clit making your back arch slightly, your chest practically touching his. 

“Ha,” You whimpered. Your cheeks burned at the attention. Your embarrassment was obvious, you couldn't say it. It only made him smile more. He liked hearing you beg. The bulge in his pants said so. “More. Please. More.” 

 “If you want something you gotta use your words.” He muttered into your ear as he started to kiss and nip at your neck, his teeth leaving little red marks in his wake as he trailed down the column of your neck to your collarbone sucking a hickey on the spot, getting more into it as you moaned. “Come on baby. Tell me what you want.”

“Off..” You mumbled as you felt that coil inside you start to get just slightly tighter. “Underwear off.. Please.”

“See that wasn’t so hard now was it?” He cooed at you as he slipped his fingers from your clit and tucked them under the elastic, his entire body moving away so he could pull them from you and tossed them somewhere behind him. His fingers were back on you in seconds, running up and down your wet folds, he made a little sound in his throat that if you were in your right mind you would have realized was a little whine of his own. “You're so wet baby. This all for me?” 

“Yeah,” You nodded as you bucked up again, feeling much better now that the little barrier was gone. “All yours.” 

“Damn right it is.” Eddie chuckled, giving the inside of your thigh a light smack that made you jump. He leaned over you again making you glance up at him as he poked your bottom lip with his fingers. “Get them nice and wet for me babe.” 

Your mouth dropped open and you moaned when he pushed them past your lips to sit on your tongue. You took your time licking and sucking on his fingers, your spit coating his digits. You could taste yourself on them. You’d never done this before but you couldn’t say you hated it. It made you want to clench your thighs together to get even the tiniest bit of relief but his damn hips were in the way and you couldn’t close your legs. 

He watched with shallow breaths as you sucked on his fingers your pupils were blown with lust, just like his, he was sure of it. Slowly, so slowly, he pulled his fingers from your lips, a small string of saliva still attached to your tongue. He let a few words of praise fall from his lips that had you keening. You felt him trace your entrance a few times before pushing a finger into your heated core, your walls clenching down at the intrusion. His other had rubbed the skin on your pelvis as he cooed at you. “Relax sweetheart. Let me in, I got you. It’s okay.”

Taking a deep breath you forced your wound up body to settle down letting Eddie push farther into you until he was satisfied. You heard his quiet “there we go” as he pulled his finger back out just to push it in again. His finger was so thick and he felt so fucking good. Your breathing started to pick up as he continued to torture and tease you adding the second finger in with the first making you feel so full. You felt yourself hurtling towards the edge and you moaned a little louder than you expected as your brain started to feel just as fuzzy as your body. Looks like his earlier teasing got to you more than you had expected if he was able to get you here so quickly. “Eddie.. Oh god.. Eddie.. Close.. So close.”

“Something you gotta ask me sweetheart?” He smirked as he pushed his thumb onto your little button, swirling it around as his middle and ring finger pumped in and out of you, his fingers curling to hit that spongy little spot inside you that made you see stars. He remembered exactly where it was from last time. Had practically memorized it just in case. He knew you were close; he could feel your walls sucking him in, getting tighter and tighter. 

Ask him? Shit! You couldn’t think. Fuck what did he say!? You were so close you could taste it, that coil pulled so tight you could snap any moment now. Fuck… Fuck.. FUCK! ‘If you wanna cum you gotta ask permission. Got it?’  THAT WAS IT! “Fuck.. Eddie.. Can I cum? Please? Pleasepleasepleaseplease..”

“Well since you asked so nicely.” He snarked and moved his fingers faster, feeling as your legs started to shake. “Go on baby. Cum for me. You can do it.”

All you saw was white as you came, a back arching, toe curling, mind melting orgasm that left you breathless as he continued to play with you through your high. You barely heard him as he praised you the whole time while you came down. 

“That’s it baby,” He muttered at you as you started to twitch from overstimulation on your poor lady bits. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me aren’t you? Did so good. Proud of you.”

All you could do was nod as your hands released the sheets you were white knuckling. You whined when he pulled his fingers out and brought them to his own mouth, sucking your slick from them. It left you panting. 

You felt the bed move as he laid next to you, his hand coming up to push your sweat soaked hair from your forehead as he made his way up to check on your cuffed wrists. His hand falling into your open palm. “You okay? Can you squeeze my hand for me sweetheart?”

You heard him chuckle when you did. Blinking your eyes open you looked over at him. 

“Hi.” He smirked.

“Hi.” You smiled. “Holy shit.”

“You good?”

“Mhm.” You nodded.

“Good.” He muttered as he rolled so he was now sitting up straddling your pelvis, but he wasn’t crushing you, he took extra care to make sure he wasn't putting any weight on you. “Cause that was only one.”

“What?”

He pouted at your shocked expression. “Remember? I told you, I was going to make you cum until you were crying for me to stop. You’re not crying yet baby.”

“Fuck.” You chuckled as you closed your eyes again.

“Such language from such a pretty little thing.” He tutted as ran his finger tip down to your nipples again, pinching them between his thumb and forefinger before he leaned down to suck one into his mouth, his thumb rubbing circles on the other. He looked up through his lashes at you with a wicked smile on his face as he let go of your nipple with a pop. “Now, let's see how many I can get out of you.”

Five. No six. No… You didn’t remember. By the time you practically screamed your safeword at him he had gone to town on you. Your neck and chest were covered in hickeys, nipples sore and throbbing from all the licking, biting, and pinching he had put them through, you could still feel his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you making your walls clench. Your thighs are red and stingy from the slaps he gave you when you moved your hands as he ate you out. His sharp "Where should your hands be?" A not so gentle reminder. At one point you had moaned so loudly that he had to cover your mouth with his hand to make sure you didn’t wake anyone up. You tried to get your breathing under control, your mind and body in a sleepy daze, your muscles twitching as you came down. 

You whined and tried to squirm away from him as he ran a warm washcloth over your overstimulated cunt but he only shushed you gently muttering sweet nothings to you as he cleaned you up. You were so close to being asleep you barely registered it as he sat on the bed pulling you onto his lap so he could carefully unbuckled the cuffs around your wrists, tossing them on the dresser, and then unclasping your bra tossing that onto the floor with the rest of your clothes. Gently he started to massage the life back into your arms. 

“You with me, pretty girl?” 

Taking a deep breath you nodded your head, eyes heavy as you looked up at him. You could feel how hard he was against your back. “I’m here. Need me to take care of that?”

“Hmm?” He asked as he moved his hands up to massage your biceps and shoulders. 

“You have a hard on. I can take care of it for you.” 

"Nah, you're okay sweetheart. Tonight was about you anyway, I can deal with a boner. I haven’t died from one yet." He laughed as he pulled you close so your back was up against his warm chest as he leaned back on his pillows that he had propped up against the metal headboard. Leaning over he grabbed the little bottle of gatorade that he placed on the nightstand along with some fruit snacks before he cleaned you up. Cracking it open he brought it to your lips. “Drink this for me okay? You did so good. So proud of you for using your safeword.”

You hummed at the praise as you settled into his lap. You took the bottle from him in your shaky hand taking small sips of the cool liquid. 

“So what did you think?” Eddie asked as he nuzzled his face into your neck leaving little kisses, his arms winding themselves around your torso. “Too much?”

Chuckling, you shook your head lightly as you sipped more of your drink. “No, it was great. Everything I wanted it to be.” 

“I didn’t scare you?” 

“Not even once.” You muttered lifting your hand up to play with his hair. It had fallen out a bit while you were playing. 

“Good.” He smiled as he looked over at his clock. “Damn, it’s almost six in the morning.”

“Holy shit.” You said looking up at the clock as well before looking up over your shoulder at him. “Should I crash in a guest room?’

“Absolutely not.” He said with a shake of his head. “You’re stayin’ right here where I can keep an eye on you. Don’t want you dropping.”

“Dropping?”

“Sub drop.” Eddie said, grabbing a pack of fruit snacks from his nightstand. Ripping it open he held it out to you watching as you started to snack on them, the hand not holding the bag rubbed up and down your arm. “It happens sometimes after an intense scene. You got so many feel-good hormones goin’ on in your body that when you even out and feel normal again you can slip into a depression when all the euphoric feelings are gone. I don’t want you to be alone right now. So you’re staying right here with me.”  

“Okay,” You nodded as a yawn made your jaw crack. 

“Sleepy girl.” He smiled down at you. “I wore you out.”

In almost no time you finished the fruit snacks and the gatorade and once again found yourself in Eddie’s Iron Maiden shirt. When he brought it upstairs you have no idea but it was comfortable and familiar. You used the restroom and opened the door so you could both brush your teeth. You took a moment to poke him in the side with a small laugh when you realized he kept the brush you used the other morning in a cup next to his on the bathroom counter. He just winked at you.

Soon you were crawling onto the bed, flopping down in a very unladylike manner onto the pillows as a wave of tiredness hit you. You stretched groaning at your tense muscles and you watched Eddie as he got ready for bed. He pulled off the open button up completely, tossing it on the floor before working on his pants leaving him in just his boxers, you licked your lips at the sight. Pulling the hair tie from his hair he pulled the blankets back and got comfortable.

“Come here you.” Eddie muttered as he tucked the both of you into his bed, his arms open in invitation and you took no time in cuddling up to him, your head on his chest, his heartbeat in your ear. His arm went around your shoulders pulling you close. You decided right then that you were not going to fix anything with Peter. There was no way in hell that you would. Not when you could have Eddie.

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[video-game-kids-tournament]

MEET YOUR CONTESTANTS!

TW: Child endangerment, murder, medical abuse + child death

Fran Bow spoilers under the cut!

Name: Fran Bow-Dagenhart

Age: “10/11 (she changes her answer between the beginning and end of the game)”

Gender + Pronouns: Girl, she/her

Video Game: Fran Bow

Backstory: “Killed her parents/framed for killing her parents. Had to endure a 1940s mental hospital. Haunted by a bloody goat skull man named Remor. Theres more but like that alone is a lot. Oh and all the medication stuff that too.”

• "Non-spoilers (we start the game with this): She had a lovely home life. Her parents bought her a lil black cat, her bestie Mr. Midnight. Then she watched her parents get dismembered in front of her by an evil spirit. She runs away and passes out in the woods. Two hooded figures take her body and Mr. Midnight flees. At the start of the playable game, she is ten and has been at a facility for mentally ill children for some time. She is not allowed to leave and is force fed pills that make her see the world around her covered in blood and gore.”

• “After witnessing the death of her parents, she is sent to an asylum. She then sets herself on a mission to escape the asylum and find her pet cat, Mr Midnight.”

• “After finding her parents in pieces got sent to a psychiatric hospital for children they gave her a medicine that lets her sees into another dimension were everything is bloody and horrific, but uses it to her advantage.”

• “She was living a normal life until one night she stumbles upon to her parents brutally murdered and dismembered. She and her cat Mr. Midnight run away and she passes out in a forest. She wakes up in an asylum, gets some pills that makes her hallucinate, and decides to escape.”

Why should they win the tournament?: “She needs a win frfr”

• “She is only 10 years old and saw her parents die years before even that. (MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD): her only living family betrays her, she is forced to kill to survive, she takes pills to see monsters and a bloody world around her so she can solve riddles, and the ending is open to literal (meaning magical) or more realistic interpretations. Either way, she is shot by someone she trusted and in a realistic sense, she dies from it. Fran either suffered great mental strain from the forced, experimental medication or her parents traumatic deaths to 'cause her to see hallucinations, or they are actually what the world looks like and she really was possessed to kill her parents just so a huge evil spirit could mess with this poor lil girl.”

• “I don't know if she'll win, but seeing the lengths she'd go to for a cat, I think she's pretty determined and deserves a win”

• “She also scares me but I like her”

• “She is super cool and creative and has a pet cat.”

[epic-and-kitty]

Tw for sensitive topics

I wonder if anyone has tried to pull a "Splatoon is a non political video game", because, like, even ignoring the lore about Splatoon being a post apocalypse world after humans nuked themselves to extinction after FIVE world wars, there are so many fuckin political themes in Splatoon.

Examples

•Child soldiers (literally every fuckin hero mode)

•Child labor (fuckin Grizzco)

•Child endangerment (see above)

•Children playing war games for FUN

•Racist propaganda

•Racism in general

•Subjugation of a native marginalized people for profit (Salmon Run)

•Dehumanization (De....fishmanization?) of said native people (STOP TREATING SALMONIDS AS PETS, NOA, THEY ARE PEOPLE PERSONS!)

•Brainwashing (Callie and Octo Expansion)

•FUCKING GENOCIDE ON A GLOBAL SCALE, MULTIPLE TIMES

•Corrupt corporations

•Illegal weapons

•Climate change

I could go on (feel free to add on if you want)

[icarusxxrising]

Everytime I see someone post a video of their cat unsafely roaming the neighborhood I resist the urge to call them an awful pet owner.

This is the equivalent to letting a toddler just roam around a busy parking lot, except the toddler has a fascination with killing the local bird and varmint population and helping drive them to endangerment. It's inexcusable neglect. Keep your cats inside, it isn't going to kill them keeping them inside; in fact, it's going to do the opposite of that!

If you want to your cat outside it needs to be properly supervised and, if they're not leashed, in a safe space that's enclosed or where they can't run off and get lost / run over (while still being supervised!)

[goldenamaranthe-blog]

Baby and the Bees: Protection

Human Kid: Ha! Ha! Ha! Dad, look at that stupid faunus baby sitting by itself! Do you think its parents abandoned it? (runs up to Cubby sitting in a swing)

Human Adult: Don’t touch it, Kiddo. It might have some kind of disease.

Human Kid: (poking and pulling Cubby’s ears) Look! Look! It can actually feel this! Can I keep it, Dad? I always wanted a pet.

Looming shadow overshrouds the kid.

Human Kid: (looks up and sees an ice beowulf snarling over them) 

Weiss: (holding ice cream cones and glaring at the humans) Get. Away. From. My. Niece. 

Human Kid: (runs behind their dad crying)

Human Adult: W-W-What is wrong with you?! Scaring children like that?!

Weiss: I was literally right there (points to an ice cream cart right next to the swings), and I didn’t hear you give my niece the same consideration when you let your trolling, crotch goblin run up and start pulling her ears. Besides (looks at Cubby squealing happily and stretching to pet the beowulf from the swing) only kid here doesn’t seem to be scared.

Human Adult: Y-You’ll be hearing from my lawyers! This is assault and child endangerment!

Weiss: No, this is assault. (snaps fingers and beowulf charges at the adult/child combo)

Humans: (scream and run away)

Beowulf: (returns to Weiss and Cubby after the humans are gone and sits under the swings)

Weiss: (sits in swing next to Cubby and holds up ice cream) Humph! The nerve of some people! “It might have diseases.” (looks at Cubby who has ice cream all over her face) The only thing you have is an obnoxious sweet tooth.

Cubby: (grins showing off a few teeth) Awny Bice!

Weiss: Oh! (instant ugly crying and picks up Cubby in a hug. Absolutely not caring that now she has ice cream all over her shirt) Yes, Yes! I’m Aunty Weiss! Oooooh! Your moms are going to be so mad I was your first word!