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kpopjust4u · 2 years

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I’m the boss of you.

Post Date: 12th August 2022 Content: Smut (Angst-ish) - NCT Yuta x Reader WC: 3.1K TW?: CEO!Yuta/ Employee!Reader/ Playboy!Yuta/ Office sex/ Unestablished Relationship/ Coworkers with benefits/ Degrading/ Spanking/ Penetration/ Quickie/ Hair pulling Request?: Yes Masterlist Prompt list

Prompts 49 - “Are you jealous?” 67 - “Oh you like that huh?” 88 - “Don’t tempt me”

“Have you heard the news?” your coworker whispers in your ear as you stack the files neatly on the shelf. Immediately your attention peaks, of course, you’ve always loved the work gossip so how couldn’t you resist reacting to this?

“No, what’s happened?” you ask, wide-eyed at your coworker who’s grinning ear-to-ear, the look you knew all too well that this was no basic, boring gossip for a change.

“Mr Nakamoto has a new assistant, and she starts tomorrow,” they sing in surprise, as your face falls to the news, but fighting it back with an eye roll and a blank face, pretending like that wasn’t a personal burn considering you’re one of his best employees.

“She’s not gonna last long, does she even know what a dick he is? I bet 10 bucks that she’s not gonna last a week,” you scoff to them, shaking hands on the deal.

However, what you hoped turned out to be your real-life nightmare, his new assistant stayed for way longer than a week and seemed to not be budging from the position anytime soon.

“Is she really still here?” you sigh, watching her strut into Yuta’s office, hair falling down and waving like she’s just come out of an advertisement for hair products.

“Unfortunately so,” the coworker whispers in reply, also watching her with you, clicking their tongue before going back to their work.

“It’s so irritating,” you scoff, hating the fact that she gets to work alongside Yuta.

You shouldn’t be jealous of her, but for one, you should’ve been given that job, and secondly, she’s uncomfortable close to him. There was clearly flirting going on between the two of them and it boiled your blood to the point you’d turn red from disgust. What you’d do to be that close to him, you put up a facade that you really don’t like him but in reality, every time he’s in the room, your heart skips a beat or two.

“Someone’s getting jealous~” your coworker sings as the leans in towards you, distracting you away from looking at his office door, face red from anger.

“I’m so not jealous,” you bite through gritted teeth, giving them a stern look before finding something to occupy yourself with.

All your coworker could do was scoff and roll away on their chair, not wanting to pry at you but it was written all over your face. You WERE jealous but they needed to know what about, not realising if she guessed about the new assistant she’d be correct in so many ways.

The assistant comes out of the office, flaunting her stuff as she struts towards the both of you, “Mr Nakamoto needs these done and on his desk by tomorrow morning,” she sings, but looks at you, giving you the side eye.

She struts back off before you could even say anything to her. Does she even do any work that she’s supposed to do, surely the work she’s dropped in front of you was for her to do but you, but you couldn’t even dispute about it.

Picking up the mound of work she left on your desk, you sign, dropping it onto the floor next to you before attempting to get your coworker's attention, “You’re right, I’m jealous. If I was his assistant, this place would be so much better”.

Your coworker’s eyes fly open in surprise at your sudden outburst, nodding in agreement to the statement, “I don’t know why he hired her anyway,” they whisper, carefully watching the door before inching closer again.

“I don’t know, but I’ll have her job. One way or another. Then maybe Mr Nakamoto would appreciate me, if you get my drift,” you wink at them, receiving the smallest giggle which turned into silence the minute a sharp huff sounds behind the both of you.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” the voice is deep, sending shivers down your spine as you attempt to turn around to apologise, but get greeted by a short smirk and wink off your boss.

“Now get back to it. Miss, Y/L/N, I’ll see you at the end of your shift,” he orders, storming back out of the room, slamming his office door behind him.

“I’m in trouble now,” you scoff, flustered from the wink still.

“Let me know how it goes,” your coworker asks, as you nod in reply.

After that, you knew you just had to get on with your job, papers flying around everywhere from the productivity of work to prove that you are a good worker, and to get the job done efficiently as well as properly.

Though, as the clock ticked by, closer to the time of your shift ending, you start to feel tense. Your forehead starts to sweat a little. Is it warm in here or is it just your nerves making overthink it all?

You’ve only ever been called into his office once in the 4 years you’ve been working for him, and that was because he needed you to train the newbie that ended up becoming your work best friend.

Tapping your pen on the desk, your legs start to follow suit, trembling from nerves under the table. All you could do was focus on the clock, how each minute seemed to be getting faster and faster with the built-up anticipation.

Five minutes go by and you’re ready to clock out, grabbing all of your belongings and turning to the office door. You’re hesitant to knock, you could barely breathe a foot away from his door. It was like the closer you got, the more suffocating it became.

“It’s nothing, just a small row for chatting. It’s nothing,” you reassure yourself under your breath, taking a moment in an attempt to calm your nerves before your fists gently knock on the wooded door, the entrance to his place.

“Come in,” the deep voice calls from behind it, not really helping your nerves as you slowly turn the handle, letting yourself in.

You take a moment to take a glance around you. You were the last and only person left in the office apart from Yuta. You really were in trouble. You curse at yourself, hoping that it was just something small so you could leave almost immediately. You’ve never been on your own in the building with him before, and the fact that you’d do anything, ANYTHING, to get your way with him. It just made things worse.

“Evening, Sir,” you say confidently, making sure that you’re strong with respect to not piss him off even further.

He looks up from his desk, a smirk creeping onto his face as he offers you the seat in front of him, “Please, sit”.

Though it felt like you were walking on eggshells, you maintain your confidence, walking towards the chair before sitting in it, back straight, a leg crossed over the other and your hands placed carefully in your lap.

With a sharp sigh, he placed the papers in his hands carefully down on the table, plucking and fixing his tie before making eye contact with you, “We need to talk about your behaviour”.

Of course, of course, you needed to. What else could it possibly be, is it because you didn’t give his new assistant a warm welcome, or is it for chatting at work? You really could never have guessed.

Acting innocently, you look deep into his eyes, momentarily getting lost in them before replying, “My behaviour, Sir?”.

“Yes, your behaviour. Some little birdy told me that you’ve not been working and just chatting, ignoring them whenever they’re in the room and when you do talk to them, it’s all attitude. Please explain to me why that is?” he structures, giving you a chance, to be honest, but of course, you knew exactly who this little birdy was and you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of agreeing.

Posing yourself, you make sure to keep eye contact with him though you found it difficult to stick on track, earning his trust by being “forward” with him.

“I can promise you, Sir. I have not done such things, I have talked with my colleagues during office times. I probably shouldn’t do as much as I do, but there is no way I would mistreat a member of your staff,” you reply, hands shaking.

Yuta takes a moment to think, watching you carefully as he does. The way he gets up out of his chair scares you, and puts you on edge as he walks heavily around the table, standing upright in front of you.

Leaning over you a little as he leans back on his desk, with arms crossed, his eyes go dark, “Are you jealous of Miss Jones?” he questions, a slight tone of mocking in his voice.

Baffled by his accusation, - though to be true - you look at him in disbelief, “Absolutely not, she’s a fantastic assistant,” you lie through gritted teeth but he could see right through you.

Clicking his tongue, he lifts a finger to your chin, perking it up a little so he could properly look at your face.

“I think you’re lying. “I’ll have her job, one way or another. Maybe then he’ll appreciate me,” he recites what you said from earlier on, catching you off guard.

Did he hear that? Oh, you’re so in trouble now.

Just as he was about to speak again, the door clicks behind you. “Yuta, I-” the familiar voice sings, stopping in her tracks when you turn to look at her.

“I forgot my jacket, may I?” she flutters her eyes at him, wanting to make you vomit at the sight. Just as she leaves, she rubs a hand down Yuta’s arm and you swore you saw red.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” she flirts before heading out of the door, making deep eye contact with you, smirking as she closes it behind her.

As much as you knew you should bite your tongue, how could you possibly do so after that, “So all assistants sleep with their boss to keep their job, I see how it is,” you hiss, irritated from the start of “a little bird told me”.

In utter disbelief, Yuta had nothing to say in reply, respecting you for calling him out even though he hadn’t actually slept with her. How could he, he’s been purposely getting you jealous to get you to this point. You didn’t actually realise that he’s been watching you carefully, he knew you were the perfect fit for the job, but he wanted more than just a work assistant. How hard were you going to work for that?

Scoffing to himself in amusement from your reaction to Miss Jones, he couldn’t help but pry, “So you are jealous, mhm?” he asks in a lower tone than before.

You struggled to put words together, almost instantly regretting ever opening your mouth at him.

“For the record, she’s not the one I want,” he changes quickly, pinching your chin before using his thumb to drag your bottom lip down, “She’s not you”.

The moment those words left his mouth, it felt like someone was punching your stomach, you wanted to be sick. Not in a bad way, but how you’d never expect those words to come out of his mouth about you.

“Me... Me?” you stutter, attempting to look anywhere other than him but he made it impossible to, holding your chin in place to face him.

“I want to know what you’ve got underneath that little skimpy pencil skirt of yours, I want to know what I’m getting with my new assistant,” he growls in your ear, making your core soaked with each word he let roll off the tip of his tongue.

It was like he had some spell over you, you couldn’t do anything or think of anything other than him, how you wanted him to be so deep inside of you, completely ruining you. Though this was no random thought of the moment, it’s a regular one but amplified at this moment.

“Did you mean what you said earlier?” he asks, “One way or another you’re going to get Miss Jones’ job? Well this is your chance, baby girl,” he licks your neck, subtly kissing up it as he leaves marks trailed until he gets to your jawline, kissing along it.

All you could do was a nod to his question, unsure of how to correctly answer him verbally, but he had an option for you to prove it.

“Stand up!” he grunts, pulling you up off the seat before bending you over his desk, “Let me see what’s under that little skirt,” he says, pulling up the hem of the skirt, revealing your ass bare to the world, with very little of your panties covering it.

“Such a slut, wearing a thong under that skirt for work, tut tut,” he teases, rubbing your ass cheeks, caressing them in his hands before striking with a harsh, stinging slap.

The slap on your ass cheek was sure to leave a handprint, but you didn’t seem to care all that much, you were finally getting his attention in the way you’ve always wanted it, moaning and crying out every time he strikes again on your ass.

“3,” he counted each slap, watching your ass jiggle after every strike, “This is for behaving so badly in the workplace,” he adds, grunting as he sends a fourth down on you.

The moans that left your lip made him happy, his bulge wanting to burst through the trousers at the sight of you over his desk, how he’s always wanted you, “Oh, you like that huh?” he hisses, with the fifth and last strike that he gives you.

“Yes, Sir,” you comply, not wanting to misbehave just in case it ruins any chance of you actually getting what you want.

“Good,” he briefly replies, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his trousers, “Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, the only time you’ve ever heard him be so thoughtful of you but how could he be so stupid? Of course, you wanted to.

Using the table as support, you push yourself back into him, wiggling your ass on his bare and hard cock in his hand, teasing the tip against your clothes core.

Taking it as a yes, he scoffs in amusement to himself, carefully pushing your underwear to the side before thrusting into you, making you gasp for air as he fills you up and stretches you out.

“Fuck!” you scream, pulsating around his cock as he presses himself deep into you, making you almost lightheaded from the pressure he was building inside of you.

Knowing there was no chance of him being sweet and going gentle on you, you braced yourself to be fucked senseless, and of course, that’s what you get.

With each thrust, the bare skin of his hips slams against your ass cheeks, vibrating them as he continuously fucks you hard and deep, digging his fingers into your hips.

“Who’s pretty little cunt is this?” he hisses, pounding into you like no tomorrow.

“Yours...” you just about manage to stifle, screaming and moaning every time the tip of his cock punched the top of your walls inside of you, “Yours, Sir!”.

“That’s right, you dirty fucking whore,” he groans, picking up his pace, pushing right up on his desk so there was no space for you to move.

His hips moved like liquid as they join with your ass briefly before slamming back into it again repetitively, and at a quicker pace.

“Cum all over this cock, pretty girl,” he groans, reaching down to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling your head upwards as he never lets his cock fall out of you.

It was like he’s done this a million times before, like he knew how to make someone cum so quick because the knot started to become tighter and tighter in your abdomen, pulling with every thrust that he made, making you gasp for air every time he hits the top of your walls whilst pulling your hair.

You struggled to prop yourself on your tip-toes as her mercilessly fucks all kinks of living shits out of you, legs going weak and trembling from the pleasure, the knot ready to bust open with every thrust.

“I’m gonna...” you cry, holding onto the desk for dear life as your legs almost give up under you, and the only support you had was Yuta holding you up.

“Good, do it for me, doll, cum for me,” he orders, as your walls clenched around him, making him realise he’s closer than he thought too.

Seeing you come undone on his cock was his favourite thing he’s ever seen, and the best thing he’s ever felt, not letting you move until he follows suit, his warm juices filling you up to the brim. The sound was full of screaming and moaning, the sound of skin slapping together mixed with the sound of your wet pussy being fucked.

“Sir, please. I can’t... much... longer...” you whimper, needing to cum a second time as he slows down his pace, letting you come all undone on his cock once again before pulling out slowly, watching his cum ooze out of you with satisfaction written all over his face.

“Fuck,” you cry, struggling to stand up straight without your legs wanting to cave in from the added weight when you stood up. “It’s okay, I got you,” he softly says, pulling down your skirt as he helps you back onto the chair.

He turned you into a cock hungry mess, and only for him, and he knew exactly what he did. But boy, he was never going to let another guy have the chance to even look at you again. He’s claimed you as his, to protect, to worship and to fuck whenever he pleases.

“Now, I want you here in my office at 6 .am. sharp tomorrow,” he orders, acting as though he didn’t just make a whore out of you.

“Bite me,” you hiss, you really didn’t want to be in at that time but oh was it going to be so worth it after this?

“Don’t tempt me,” he winks, assisting you to the door, and opening it.

Before he could even let you out of his sight, he pulls you in by your waist, arm wrapped around it tightly and kisses you passionately. You both wished it could’ve lasted longer but the audible gasp from behind you put it to a stop.

As your lips disconnect, you whip your head around to see Miss Jones standing there in complete shock, dropping the coffees that she’d gone out and bought for Yuta. As payback, you couldn’t help but smirk at her, forcing another kiss on his lips before strutting off, capturing the best thing you’ve heard him say to anyone.

“You’re fired,” he calmly tells her, as he storms off crying, budging past you, almost knocking you over.

You knew you shouldn’t but you laughed, walking out behind, feeling like the luckiest girl on the planet.

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max33imagines · 2 years

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Masterlist

updated 23/08/2022.

15. I think I might be falling in love with you.

17. I know you still love me. - Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

34. Please don’t leave me.

48. Why are you acting like this?

49. It’s three in the morning.

57. She’s not you.

67. I know you're still mad at me.

- Ocean under the stars.

- You can’t always get what you want.

Current Requests I'm working through & Prompts.

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not-krys · 22 days

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100 Themes Challenge: Filled Prompts Masterlist

-[Character A] x [Character B et al]: Romantic and/or Sexual Relationship

-[Character A] & [Character B et al]: Platonic, Familial, Acquaintanceship

-[Character A, etc], [Character B] x/& [Character C et al]: Observer character(s) to the main character(s) interaction

-Writing Masterlist

-Blank 100 Themes Challenge List

1. Introduction (Aug 2023)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday)

2. Love (Feb 2023)

3. Light

4. Dark

5. Seeking Solace

6. Break Away

7. Heaven

8. Innocence

9. Old

10. Breathe Again

11. Memory

12. Insanity

13. Misfortune

14. Smile

15. Silence (Aug 2022)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri (WIP Wednesday)

16. Questioning

17. Blood

18. Rainbow

19. Gray (March 2023)

Shakespeare, Vincent x Abby (WIP Wednesday)

20. Fortitude

21. Vacation

22. Mother Nature

23. Cat

24. No Time (April 2023)

Thea x Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | No Time [Clara x Rio]

25. Trouble Lurking

26. Tears

27. Foreign

28. Sorrow

29. Happiness

30. Under the Rain

31. Flowers (July 2023)

Abby & Vlad (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie & Loki (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Silvio (WIP Wednesday)

32. Night

33. Expectations

34. Stars

35. Hold My Hand (Feb 2024)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Thea & Isaac (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Jean (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Mammon (WIP Wednesday)

36. Precious Treasure

37. Eyes

38. Abandoned (Nov 2023)

Clara x Rio (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Levi (WIP Wednesday)

39. Dreams

40. Plus

41. Teamwork

42. Standing Still

43. Die

44. Two Roads

45. Illusion

46. Family

47. Creation (March 2024)

Leonardo, Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Luke & Barbatos (WIP Wednesday)

48. Childhood

49. Soft

50. Breaking the Rules

51. Rot

52. Deep in Thought

53. Keeping a Secret

54. Tower

55. Waiting

56. Danger Ahead

57. Sacrifice

58. Father (June 2023)

Houki (WIP Wednesday) | Thea x Theo x Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Mr. Akatsuki (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

59. No Way Out

60. Rejection

61. Fairy Tale

62. Magic

63. Do Not Disturb (April 2024)

Mitsuhide, Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Theo (WIP Wednesday) | Clara x Nokto (WIP Wednesday) | Miri, Satan & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

64. Multitasking

65. Horror (Oct 2023)

Reaching Out [Vincent van Gogh x Abigail Clarke]

66. Traps

67. Nurture (May 2023)

Houki x Mitsunari (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia (WIP Wednesday) | Abby x Vincent, Theo & Arthur (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie x Harr (WIP Wednesday)

68. Hero

69. Annoyance

70. Mislead

71. Obsession

72. Mischief

73. I Can't

74. Are You Challenging Me? (Sept 2023)

Houki & Nobunaga (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Arthur & Isaac (WIP Wednesday) | Miri & Lucifer (WIP Wednesday)

75. Mirror

76. Broken Pieces

77. Test

78. Drink

79. Starvation (Jan 2023)

Houki & Masamune (WIP Wednesday) | Ophelia x Kennyo (WIP Wednesday) | Abby & Leonardo (WIP Wednesday) | Maddie & Loki (WIP Wednesday) | Clara & Rio (WIP Wednesday)

80. Words

81. Today

82. Can You Hear Me?

83. Heal

84. Out Cold

85. Spiral (Jan 2024)

Miri & Simeon (WIP Wednesday)

86. Seeing Red

87. Food

88. Pain

89. Sick

90. Iron

91. Drowning

92. All That I Have

93. Give Up

94. Last Hope

95. Young

96. In the Storm (Dec 2023)

First Kicks (Abby x Vincent)

97. Safety First

98. Puzzle

99. Solitude

100. Relaxation

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novelbear · 1 year

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I posted 279 times in 2022

That's 219 more posts than 2021!

240 posts created (86%)

39 posts reblogged (14%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@denofdreams-writerblr

@corvase

@novelbear

@littlewhispersofsolitude

I tagged 254 of my posts in 2022

Only 9% of my posts had no tags

#writing prompts - 141 posts

#otp prompts - 140 posts

#imagine your otp - 137 posts

#otp writing - 134 posts

#writeblr - 119 posts

#prompt list - 116 posts

#request - 111 posts

#otp - 71 posts

#romance prompts - 61 posts

#fluff prompts - 52 posts

Longest Tag: 49 characters

#i'll answer what i can (if not tooo personal lol)

My Top Posts in 2022:

some more domestic fluff prompts

scenarios:

lying on the couch on top of eachother, one combing their fingers through the other’s hair as they watch a movie

waking their partner up for work when they notice their alarm didn’t go off

alternatively: allowing their partner to sleep in because they were overworked anyway and need the rest.

one waking up before the other, so they make up their side of the bed and can’t help but tuck in their sleeping lover as they do so.

giving the other a spoonful of the meal they're cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls.

one is sick, so the other heats up a blanket in the dryer to give it to them while they rest on the couch.

listening to music together while they both take the day to clean around the house (maybe even getting a little distracted to dance instead)

calmly reassuring the other it’s okay when they drop a glass, gently checking their hands for any injury.

wiping a bit of frosting (or smth else) off of their cheek while eating and taking it for themself

smiling across the table when their cheeks are full of food and look quite cute.

dialogue:

“can you turn the heat on? i’m getting cold...”

“you were talking about that table there being a little...bare, so i got you some flowers to put in it’s space.”

“stop singing into the broom and hurry so we can watch this movie!”

“you always fall asleep halfway into the episode.”

“move your blanket, i wanna lay down on your lap.”

“sweetheart, you look cute, but i’m gonna need the sweater.”

“i know we had it for dinner last night, but...” *sighs* “the things i do for you.”

“did you just put my hoodie in the wash?!” “yeah.” “love, my phone was in there!”

“come here, hold my hand.” “you’re washing the dishes.” “..i can do both...”

“i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better...”

3,322 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

sleepy dialogue for your otp

"getting sleepy, aren't we?"

"i'm...m'up i swear."

"you're blurring your words together, time for bed."

"this is like the fifth time you've yawned in two minutes."

"love, wake up..."

"we're here, come on."

"how long was i out?"

"babe, you can barely keep your eyes open...let's go."

"you're putting me to sleep...stop."

"you look like you're going to fall asleep on your feet."

"do we have to get up?"

"five more minutes."

"shhh...stop fighting and get some rest."

"twenty minutes?" "fine..."

"you look adorable even in your sleep."

"you're so warm."

"well good evening, nice of you to join us."

"babe, are you up?"

"i'm gonna hang up now, kay?" "wait...no."

"goodnight, love."

3,583 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

some sleepy scenarios

## since you all seemed to enjoy the sleepy dialogue prompts~

tracing your lover's features as they sleep

trying to count the freckles on your partner's cheeks when they're asleep

waking up with their legs over yours as they're stretched out and comfortable

taking pictures after finding your lover dozing peacefully while bundled up in blankets

running fingers through their hair as they snooze against your shoulder

feeling their fingers run through your hair while they lull you to sleep

napping on the couch together

hearing them snore a little for the first time

maybe the snoring is small, quiet and you can't help but giggle since it's kind of cute

or maybe it's quite loud and you realize you plan to spend the rest of your life with this

seeing that they're finding a hard time finding a comfortable position so you pull them into your arms

being annoyed because it's extremely hot out and they insist that they cuddle that night

laughing at their messy hair in the morning

sleepy kisses peppered all over their face

seeing them pout or scrunch their nose a little in their sleep

needing to use the restroom but they're clinging onto you like a koala and you don't want to wake them up

they're sick and finally fall asleep sprawled out on the sofa ..meaning you can sit for a few minutes yourself

apologizing when you call them and hear their deep, sleepy voice answer

pulling them back into bed before they go to work but they accidentally dozed off again and is about to be late

trying not to laugh too loud when you discover they talk in their sleep and say some very questionable things

4,653 notes - Posted April 2, 2022

the little things - romantic gestures i love

massaging their shoulders when they clearly had a long day

cupping their cheeks

random "i love you"'s just in case they forgot

kisses on the cheeks

kisses on the tip of their nose

or on their upper lip/cupids bow

playing with their fingers

reading with them

taking pictures of them when they don't realize it because they just look too good to not do so.

fixing their hair for them

pulling them closer when a cool breeze hits you both outside

linking arms

tying their shoe when you notice the laces flying around

knowing their morning routine so perfectly that you already have some of their breakfast/drinks laid out before they get to the kitchen

recording their favorite show on the dvr because you know they'll be in a little late tonight and miss it

gently wiping something off of their face and noticing them smiling because you're just so cute and close

pulling each other into the warmest hugs

dancing together for the first time

letting them take a sip of your drink, then another, then another, then- you might as well let them keep it

giving them a bite of your food

brushing your teeth together and looking at yourselves in the mirror

resting your head on their shoulder

4,719 notes - Posted April 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"show, don't tell" - other ways to say "i love you"

good morning/good night texts

pulling the other into a random embrace

“this reminded me of you”

complimenting the features you love most about you lover

going to hold hands in a stressful situation

holding their hands in general

“tell me about your day.”

saving their name as something cute in your phone

taking pictures of each other on dates, telling the other how beautiful they are

“i’m here for you.”

doing a chore/task that you know they don’t enjoy doing

calling just to hear their voice

running some errands for them when they’re sick

bombarding them with blankets, tea, heating pads, and anything else they’d need when injured/under the weather

knowing the medicines they’d usually take and having no problem going to get them when needed

getting lost in their eyes

reminding them how lucky you are to have them

peppering kisses all over

or going in for one passionate kiss that just says it all

cupping their cheek

wiping their tears when they cry

“you’re my everything.”

“let me know what you need, alright?”

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suzannahnatters · 9 months

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Flash Fic: Final Transmission

FARSEEKER: Farseeker to the Lion's Throat. This is Captain Ardent Carta speaking. Do you read me? Over.

[NO RESPONSE]

[DISTANT YELLING. SOUND OF BLOWS - APPARENTLY, THE COMMS STATION BLAST DOOR WAS BEING RAMMED WITH A HEAVY OBJECT]

FARSEEKER: Lion’s Throat, this is Farseeker! I have an emergency! Do you read? Over.

[NO RESPONSE]

FARSEEKER: Read me, ***** it! I know you're there. You spoke to Phillix. Right before he vented himself out the airlock. Then you spoke to Bround. He took an axe to the mess hall. [LAUGHTER] Mess hall. That amused you, did it? You even spoke through one of the cargo, right when the killing started. “You’ve all sinned, reckoning is here.” You're a judgemental blighter as well as a sick one, aren't you? Well, [SARCASM] forgive me, Father.

[NO RESPONSE]

FARSEEKER: I can't believe I'm trying to radio a wormhole.

[HIGH PITCHED WHINING - OUR SPECIALIST’S OPINION IS THAT A LASER CUTTER WAS NOW TAKEN TO THE BLAST DOOR]

FARSEEKER: **** !

FARSEEKER: Look, whatever you are out there—I gather there's some sort of taboo on this wormhole. The Namardian locals said not to intrude—"Death awaits those impious ones who venture into the Lion's Throat", all very ominous and superstitious—but they've barely discovered heavier-than-air, let alone faster-than-light. We're not trying to make trouble. We’re just sentience merchants, trying to get our cargo home to Capita Six. The portal we came by won’t open again for two months and in the meanwhile the cargo is bound to degrade. Over.

[NO RESPONSE]

[A CLANG - EVIDENTLY PART OF THE BLAST DOOR FALLING AWAY]

[LASER CUTTER POWERING DOWN]

[MOMENTARY SILENCE]

FARSEEKER [FORMER CREW]: Let me...in, Captain. You must…pay, just like…the rest of us.

FARSEEKER [CAPTAIN, HURRIEDLY]: There are no Capitan records of this wormhole, but once I'm through I guarantee there will be. No ship of ours will ever disturb you again. Over.

[NO RESPONSE]

[LASER CUTTER POWERING ON AGAIN]

FARSEEKER [LOUDER]: Come on, think this through! You need to leave someone alive! You need me alive!

[SOUND OF DOOR FALLING OPEN]

FARSEEKER: For heaven's sake, answer me! How was I to know?

[LASER CUTTER APPROACHING]

FARSEEKER [SCREAMING]: What about the cargo? I have five hundred sentient Namardians in my hold. Aren't they your worshippers? Won't you have mercy on them—?

[THREE SHOTS IN QUICK SUCCESSION]

[SCREAMING]

[SEVERAL DISTINCT THUDS - REGRETTABLY, CAPTAIN CARTA APPEARS TO HAVE BEEN DISMEMBERED]

[SILENCE]

[SO I NEED TO DESCRIBE THE VOICE. THE VOICE IS LIKE STONE. THE VOICE IS LIKE LABYRINTHS. THE VOICE IS LIKE RUINED CITIES FALLING FROM THE SKY. IT SPEAKS ONLY WHEN SILENCE FALLS]

LION'S THROAT: But I do have mercy on them.

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I wrote this flash fic for the Pilgrim Artists' Festival, a small Christian festival of art, music, and words which runs every year in Tasmania's Huon Valley. The theme for the 2022 festival was "Justice and Mercy", and since I've always been fascinated by the way that the Bible often presents the divine as horrifying, especially in the aspect of justice, this was yet another of my regular unsuccessful attempts to write a cosmic horror story about divine justice; this one with a space-opera flavour.

Until 2 September, the 2023 Pilgrim Artists' Festival is open for submissions of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, art, and music from Christian, Nicene-Creed-affirming artists, including children and adults, anywhere in the world. This year's prompt is "Beauty in the Everyday" and there is a 500 word limit on literary entries. There are also dozens of prizes available - check them out and submit here.

Other Pilgrim Artists' Festival flash fic: The Gardens of Hades Strange the Living

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toomanystoriessolittletime · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day 1

Summary: Max and you had been married for 12 years but after stressful years in his company that left you, frankly a little neglected you decide it's time to spice things up, hacking into his outlook calendar to make sure he had time for you every single day through out October.

Pairing: Modern!Maxwell Lord x Wife!Reader

Wordcount: 589

Rating: E

Masterlist Kinktober 2022

Prompt List by @absurdthirst

You were waiting for him in your bedroom, the ropes you had purchased on the bed next to you when you heard the front door unlock. It took around four minutes until the bedroom door opened and Max walked in.

“You wrote you’d be naked,” he said as he walked towards you, loosening his tie, a small smile on his lips.

“Oh I am, beneath this robe,” you smiled back, standing up to cross your arms behind his neck, meeting his lips in a lingering kiss.

“You’re not mad, aren’t you?” you checked in. He shook his head.

“I want to spend more time with you. I was thinking about it before I checked my calendar and got your message. I miss you.”

“And I miss you,” you kissed him again and he pulled you closer. You sighed before you parted from him, taking a step back. He raised one eyebrow.

“We’re gonna take a closer look at the list later to talk about the things we chose differently. But I chose Shibari for the first day. Which as of the last 49 minutes is today,” you sucked your bottom lip in.

“You want me to tie you up?” he asked, his eyebrows raised. You shook your head.

“I want to tie you up, baby,” you hummed, your finger brushing over the ropes on the bed behind you.

“Oh yeah?” he asked, his voice an octave deeper.

“I took a class, so I’m kind of an expert,” you said smugly and he chuckled.

“What do I have to do?” he asked and you were giddy with excitement.

“Get naked and lay on the bed.”

“Mhhh you look pretty like this. Like a wrapped present,” you were checking the knots over his chest as he looked up at you with those big brown eyes you fell in love with. His arms were tied in many knots against his chest, his hands tied together as well.

You were at the finishing touches towards his feet, his legs also tied together, making it close to impossible for him to move.

He shivered as you checked the knots on his thighs, his cock already leaking with precum against his stomach. You looked up at him, your bottom lip in between your teeth as you slowly crawled up his body, kissing up his chest until your lips pressed to his.

“Mhhh what do you want? Do you want me to take what I want and fuck you? Should I suck your cock? Or… maybe I could tie your cock up and jerk you off till you cum on my tits?” you hummed and he moaned. You felt his muscles twitch and you grinned down at him.

“You decide, baby,” he said and you nodded.

“Good boy,” you praised and he whimpered.

You let your fingertips run down his body, your finger wrapping around his cock.

“I want to fuck you…” you said, slowly moving your hand.

“But I think all this practice I got in with tying up my dildo should be put to good use, don’t you agree baby?” you asked.

“Fuck…” Max groaned. You reached for the thinner rope you had bought pulling it around his cock and he hissed. Leaning down, you kissed the tip and he twitched in your hand.

“Let’s see if I can make you cum like this,” you teased him.

Turns out Maxwell Lord was capable of Multi Orgasms.

And because he was such a good boy, he could choose what you would do the next day.

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“You need any help with this?” you asked, breezing over to where Rick, Daryl, and a few others were gathered. You absently mopped at the sweat rolling down your neck, offering a bright smile.

Daryl was staring at you and gulped. It was impossible not to notice that you were sweaty and flushed. Some particularly lustful thoughts were bursting in his brain. He wanted to answer... you were looking right at him, but he couldn’t seem even force out anything. Your cheeks were flushed from the heat and the curves of your body were on display with the way the cotton of your clothes was clinging to them. Rick was even looking over at him, waiting for Daryl to respond. As time went on with the silence, your brow started to quirk up in a question and more and more curious eyes fell on Daryl. When Rick realized the archer obviously wasn’t capable of an answer, he allowed himself a small amused smile and responded.

“No. No, I think we’ve got it all in hand alright. Maggie was looking for some help on the fence though if you’re up for it.”

“Yeah. Yeah, no problem,” you said brightly. You shot one more glance at Daryl and offered him another smile. “See you later.” And you were gone.

As you walked off, Daryl seemed to snap out of his spell, but his eyes followed you all the way across the prison yard.

Rick’s laughter broke the silence.

“What?” Daryl asked, already flushing in the face a little.

“If you stare at Y/N any harder your eyes might pop out,” Rick teased him with a knowing smile.

“Shit...” he murmured. “Ya noticed that?” he asked in an undertone, glancing warily around at Glenn and Carol and the others, who were occasionally looking back at him with smirks on their faces too. Rick laughed again. “Daryl, I think... I think everyone noticed that,” he said.

“Really?” he ducked his head. “Shit... Ya think Y/N noticed?”

“Time will tell,” Rick drawled, slapping him on the back, still with that obnoxious smile on his face. Prompt: “I think everyone noticed that.” / “Really?”

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Daryl was walking slowly up the steps, apparently in deep thought, his brow drawn down low over his blue eyes.

You straightened up. “Hey. You okay?”

He looked up at you and absently scratched at the back of his head. “Yeah... s’just... That was... weird.”

“Hmm? What was?”

“Uhh—one of the Alexandrians, I think she teaches the kids or somethin’—well, I think she was flirtin’ with me?”

You felt a hot flash of sickening jealousy but managed a dry laugh. “And why is that weird?”

Daryl shook his head a little vaguely. “S’just—I dun think I’ve ever even said a damn word to her.”

You leaned back against the railing and gave him a long look. “So? That doesn’t mean people don’t notice that you’re—you know.. attractive.”

Daryl stared at you, looking somewhat perplexed. He blinked, stunned. You couldn’t help but smile at him a little.

“So, what did she say?”

Daryl made a dismissive noise and flicked a hand at you, waving you off.

“No! Really! What did she say?”

He rolled his eyes. “She asked me if I’d teach her to shoot. Like—go outside the walls and do some trainin’. Just me and her,” he murmured, obviously feeling awkward talking about it. His cheeks flushed a little pink.

“And what did you say?” God, you hoped he’d said no.

He shrugged. “I told her she should talk to Rick ‘bout that.... since he’s in charge of security now. I didn’t—I didn’t really know what to say. I just wanted to get the hell outta there,” he drawled.

One corner of your mouth twitched up. You were relieved he’d said no. Maybe this was the hint you needed... “What if, uhh—what if I asked you to teach me to shoot?”

Daryl looked at you like you were nuts. “The hell ya talkin’ ‘bout? Yer almost a better shot than me.”

You laughed lightly and shrugged. “Yeah, but... it is a good excuse to spend time with you... you know... alone.” Your eyes flicked up to meet his and you tried to read his expression. He looked perplexed again. “Is that something you’re at all interested in? Alone time with me?”

Daryl stared at you again for a long moment and then cleared his throat. “Are ya—?”

You laughed and grinned at him. “Yes, Daryl. I am flirting with you. Actually, I’m asking you out.” Your nerves seemed to be vibrating while you waited for his response.

“Uhh... yeah. Hell yeah. Fuck yeah,” he finally drawled. He looked as if he couldn’t believe his luck, and that rare fucking boyish smile on his face? You knew you were in trouble right then.

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Daryl collapsed down onto the couch, propping his boots up onto the coffee table, seemingly with great effort. Everyone had dispersed quickly after dinner and the two of you were now alone in the living room. He leaned back and draped his arm over his eyes, heaving a heavy sigh. When he felt you sink down on the couch beside him, he lifted it to grab a glance at you. You offered a small smile.

“Tired?” you asked.

He nodded. “Fuckin’ exhausted. I dunno how many of those undead fucks I had to kill to protect that deer but it was a lot.”

You felt a cresting wave of gratitude for him. “Well, I’m really glad you’re okay. Daryl, you do so much for all of us. I’m sorry I couldn’t be out there with you today.”

He straightened up slightly and nodded. “S’alrigh’. Ya were needed back here. ‘M just beat,” he mused again. “But I know as soon as I lay down my mind just won’t shut up.”

You grabbed the throw pillow behind you and set it down on your lap. “C’mere,” you said, tilting your head. “Lay down.”

He gave you an unsure look.

“Just trust me,” you said. “Or don’t you?” you laughed.

He let out a scoff and rolled his eyes at you before gingerly stretching himself out on the couch as much as his tall frame would allow, resting his head on the pillow in your lap. He flinched at first as your fingertips combed into his hair, but the next moment he breathed in a deep breath and blew it out, his eyes closing.

You smiled as you felt the weight of him increase. You ran your fingers through his hair, following a wavy strand down to the end, brushing stray strands lightly away from his face. Daryl let out another heavy exhale.

“Better?” you asked gently. “Did your mind quiet?”

His eyes were still closed, and you noticed that his fingers had stopped fidgeting. “Shit... yeah... I dun want you to stop,” he murmured.

You smiled to yourself again. “Then I won’t.”

It wasn’t long before you were quite sure he was asleep. You leaned yourself against the back of the couch and soon drifted off too...

Prompt: “I don’t want you to stop.”

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reader pronouns: she/her “Brace yourself.” “Huh?” Glenn looked up and followed Abraham’s gaze. You were talking to Eugene, who had his head bent and was staring determinedly at his boots, his arms stiff at his sides. “Eugene’s just finding out he’s been friend-zoned,” Abraham drawled, leaning on his shovel for a moment. Glenn wiped at the sweat on his forehead. “How is he just realizing that??” Abraham shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s been about as subtle as a brick to the balls,” he drawled. “Well,” Glenn went on, watching you doing your best to be kind as you let the mullet-ed man down gently, “I guess it isn’t exactly like Daryl and Y/N are flaunting it. They’re certainly not big PDA people...” Abraham glanced over at Glenn. “Those two are damn near inseparable. Not to mention how Daryl lost his shit when she had that bad run-in with those assholes outside the walls the other week. Or when she got all cut up from the barbed wire running from that herd and one of the cuts got infected. Daryl looked worse than she did. Any man could see he’s head-over-heels lovestruck. Ain’t goddamn rocket science.” He returned to his task, gripping the shovel and turning the soil over. Glenn sighed. “Yeah. I guess so. Man, I feel bad for him...” “After Rosita, I think he just had to go somewhere with them feelings,” Abraham said. “Wonder who’ll be next,” Glenn said, picking up his tools again too. Eugene was walking away from you now, staring at the ground and looking like a sad Charlie Brown character. You were watching him go with a sympathetic and vaguely guilty expression. Just then, almost on cue, Daryl was heading toward you and your face absolutely lit up. And so did his. “I don’t know. I just hope it ain’t me,” Abraham joked.

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rotgsecretsanta · 1 year

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2022 Secret Santa Masterlist

Here are all of the works posted for RotG Secret Santa 2022!

Prompt 1: A day in the life of the Man in the Moon Fic by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 4: Arrietty/The Borrowers AU where small fairy sized Jack is secretly living at the north pole; plays amongst all the model toys, enjoying snacks left out by Phil. Art by Tenchikotheartist

Prompt 5: Based on the prologue comic: What if North had made Pitch agree to become a Guardian? Era Of New Ideas by Sylphidine

Prompt 6: Bunny & Jack brotherly bonding Collector’s Edition by storminfrost

Prompt 9: Forgotten memories Pitch and anyone Echoes of The Past by frosted-night

Prompt 12: Jack, Bunny, and the Groundhog arguing over the weather Seasonal Dispute by Sarsfe

Prompt 13: Jack's Christmas gifts to Pitch Keepr of Fear: The King of Nightmares by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 14: Jack and Bunny investigating a crashed spaceship Art and Hollow Spaces fic by ave-aria

Prompt 15: Jack and Katherine in ugly matching sweaters. More chaotic the better Fic by fosermi

Prompt 17: Jack Frost and his army of penguins and polarbears Art by nimohtar

Prompt 18: Jack Frost meeting Jack Skellington Jack’s Halloween by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 21: Jack is like a stray cat who has multiple homes that are unaware of each other. Often found sleeping in a pile of nightmares, tooth fairies, easter eggs AND christmas elves because it's warmer and he can get free snacks. He is a repeat offender and isn't sorry, will pretend he hasn't been fed in forever to dupe people into doting on him. Only Sandy knows that Jack is playing them all. Is It A Con If It'd Been Freely Offered Anyway by LinesAndColors

Prompt 22: Jack or Pitch or both! Techwear aesthetic Art by mrsketchy Art by ksclaw

Prompt 23: Kozmotis teaching Emily Jane to sail A Wild Ride with Papa by Jamie_Aizen

Prompt 24: Man In The Moon and Jack Frost doing dumb sibling stuff Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 26: Pitch, having turned from his evil path, reconciles with North about all he's done to the Guardians. I was wrong (and I’m so, so sorry) by storminfrost

Prompt 27: Pitch being a fashion icon (optional Sandy or Jack posing in the background like a model). Art by ave-aria Art by thyphrog

Prompt 28: Pitch Black as a nightmare centaur (bonus if he has way too many legs like Sleipnir) BONUS bonus if he is like a real horse that gets startled by dumb things (a plastic bag or sudden noise). BONUS BONUS bonus if Jack likes to sneak ribbons onto his tail despite getting kicked (pin the tail on the Pitch anyone?) Art by bunnimew

Prompt 29: Pitch playing the lyre with fireflies around him on a starry night. Art by mrsketchy

Prompt 33: Pitch with a fancy gothic outfit Art by aroace-ghostface

Prompt 38: Sandy's Christmas eve rounds Help Me To Dream by Sylphidine Dreams of Christmas Night by Sarsfe

Prompt 40: Sandy having a nightmare either being caused or being consoled by Pitch Bitter by LinesAndColors

Prompt 41: Sandy just chilling on a dreamsand cloud and looking up at the night sky Fic by fosermi

Prompt 44: Sophie and bunny arts and crafts fun Art by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 45: The Guardians and/or Pitch have Wanted posters! Art by purblzart

Prompt 46: The Guardians reluctantly accepting Pitch as a part of their "family" after Jack convinces them to Game Night by Eastofthemoon

Prompt 49: [No Ship] Jack has gained the power to shape shift into winter animals. Chaos quickly follows much to Jack's amusement. Sprinting through a Winter Wonderland by BirdBrainedInsomnia

Prompt 50: [No Ship] Jack with pink hair :D Easter Herald by jaimistoryteller Art by ave-aria

Prompt 53: [No Ship] Pitch tracks down one of his missing Nightmares in a barn with a mother cat and a newborn litter of kittens Art by ksclaw

Prompt 55: [No Ship] Sandy falling asleep at inopportune times. Plan Your Naps by bunnimew

Prompt 56: [No Ship] The Burgess kids make holiday presents for the elves and the Yetis, and leave them for Santa / North to pick up Operation Christmas Helpers by jaimistoryteller

Prompt 61: [Jack/Bunny] Soulmate AU Fic by fanarchoslashivist

Prompt 68: [Jack/Katherine or No Ship] A wholesome gathering of friends and family by the fireplace ☺️ (DEFINITELY platonic relationships prioritized, though Jack x Katherine can be added if the author/artist wants) Twelfth Night On Guardian Street by sylphidine

Prompt 71: [Jack/Pitch] Blackice, android!pitch and mechanic!jack au Soul Survivor by bunnimew

Prompt 75: [Jack/Pitch] Ice skating date! Canon or AU. A Date at Moonset by jaimistoryteller Tales of Burgess III: On Friends and First Dates by nimohtar

Prompt 80: [Jack/Pitch] One or both as royalty Neon Escape by bunnimew

Prompt 82: [Jack/Pitch] Request: fluff, Jack/Pitch, family. Nopes: dub/non con, hurt no comfort, MCD that sticks, Tooth/Jack unless part of polyam6. Art by bunnimew

Prompt 85: [Jack/Pitch and No Jack/Jamie] Jack discovers one of Pitch's favourite places to be is an amusement park, and he wants to go with Jack (can be themed/halloween, up to you). All that FEAR. No genderswap. No mpreg. No MCD. Thrills, Chills, and Skills by bunnimew

Prompt 89: [Jack/Sandy] Sleeping together Art by ave-aria

Prompt 91: [North/Bunny] The Guardians are celebrating Christmas together. Ending of Christmas Eve's Rounds by Sarsfe

Prompt 94: [Pitch/North] Anything Pitch/North Art by ksclaw

Prompt 96: [Pitch/Pitchiner] [NDU] Memory Retrieval by sylphidine

Prompt 98: [Pitch/Sandy] Vampire!sandy and priest!pitch au. OTP Art by winterswrathe

Prompt 99: [Pitch/Tooth] Pitch and Tooth as a duo of glamorous jewel thieves. Art by fangirl530

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POV: The Triplets Made Subaru a Car

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Y'all, I know he technically doesn't have family, but I think this could be his mom.

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Their K!nks (SMT) HCS

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Sakamaki

Shu:

🖤Okay, we know that he is a very p*rverted guy and that doesn’t mean just outdoors. 🖤He, like the rest of his brothers, is an animal. 🖤But of course, everyone has different ways of displaying that and different k*nks. 🖤So anyway let’s get to it. 🖤Now he really loves a$$ and thighs so when you wear skirts, you have sold this man. 🖤Especially the loose ones like the skater skirts. 🖤Mostly cause he can look up under there and comment about it and he can also put his hand up there and play. 🖤Plus grabbing your thigh whenever he pleases is just a plus for him. 🖤He’ll do this even in front of his brother, Reiji. 🖤Although we all know he is pretty dominant when it comes to the bedroom he does like it if his lover rides him. 🖤Mostly because he can grab your chest or a$$ whenever he pleases. 🖤Plus he doesn’t mind the view of your b**bs bouncing. 🖤Although most of the time he is the one in charge, he’s usually pretty consistent with his moves and ideas but when things seem boring or you've provoked him he will try something different. 🖤Either by trying a new position, biting you somewhere different or going at a different pace than usual. 🖤And it’s all just to get you to be surprised, cause he really loves that 🖤He can do that no matter how many times you two have done this. 🖤He has a thing for mirror s*x and since he has such a grand bedroom he’d probably have some mirrors around. 🖤Likes to get caught—like he lives for that risk. 🖤After s*x, he likes it most when you stay in bed n*ked with him and he can trace the curves of your body. 🖤He does like bathtub s*x 🖤He likes curly hair on a girl so make sure to curl your hair ladies. 🖤A girl with sass and a mouth is a big thing for him. 🖤Will give you a hard time if your br@ has your b**bs spill out and shows a bit of your n*pple. 🖤Dim lighting.

Reiji:

🖤Okay, you want me to be honest? 🖤This man has so many k*nks, probably more than his older brother. 🖤And there are so many minor things that he really loves. 🖤Like he loves it when you cross your legs when wearing a skirt or a dress. 🖤When you're wearing a backless dress or top and he can see your shoulders and maybe a little bit of your spine. 🖤He finds it entrancing the way you hold things with your hands. 🖤How your eyes look around or when there is a glint of amusement or excitement in them. 🖤Or when you have meaningful eye contact. 🖤how you walk with your nice full figure. 🖤Even the way your l!ps move when you read. 🖤Is into BDS/M, like heavily. 🖤He’s all into the chaining you up thing. 🖤Corsets are a real go-getter. 🖤When you play chess with him and you have to strip each time you miss. 🖤Fingering, like, heavily. This man is a vag*na man! 🖤Mirror and shower s*x 🖤Even wall s*x 🖤After a ball, he likes to have s*x with you and f*ck you in that dress he picked out. 🖤Or just lifts up the skirt of your dress in a hurry and doesn’t give you much time to do anything. 🖤Is really into org@sm control and denial. 🖤Loves drugging your tea with s*x medications. 🖤Seriously he’s even invented his personal org@sm tea. 🖤So you’ll like org@sm for hours on end without even having any reason to, you’ll sit there and be wet. 🖤Which is something he can never get enough of because he gets to watch you squirm in this situation. 🖤And did I mention that he is of no help? He doesn’t feel bad not one bit. 🖤When you take off his glasses this really gets him. 🖤If you’re flexible he’d like to test the limits of that. 🖤Corruption k*nk, I think the virg*n on a unicorn song says it all, lol. Right @mikalara-dracula ? 🖤Hair pulling k*nk and undoing your hair. 🖤So like after a ball since you have your hair up or with a bow he likes to undo it and has your hair be down. 🖤Likes high heels on you. 🖤Choking, only sometimes. Usually, he wants you to be vocal. 🖤If you get the hiccups from being nervous around him he is all over for it. 🖤Idk what it is but he gets satisfaction from throwing you on the bed violently. 🖤Loves submissive women, or making them submissive. 🖤When you take off his glasses or whisper inappropriate things in his ear at a ball or at school he is hooked. 🖤Oral s*x, more on the receiving end (there’s been implied evidence on this) 🖤Realistically he is probably the type to use things on a bride that can be harmful but I’m not going into detail but medical devices may be used. 🖤Dim lighting 🖤He likes to have his fingers in your mouth too.

Laito:

🖤If a girl can dominate him he has been won over. 🖤French k!ssing. 🖤Shower s*x. 🖤He’d try out anything as we know it. 🖤Poly relationships 🖤And threesomes. 🖤N!pple piercings and tattoos. 🖤Hair pulling. 🖤Thigh-high socks. 🖤food play 🖤b|ood play? 🖤S*x while you’re on your period. (He doesn’t care). He has a thing for making abstract art on sheets anyways. 🖤Loves it when you get goosebumps. 🖤Has a thing for licking, (i’m not going into this) 🖤Toys, especially a vibrator. 🖤Oral s*x, mostly giving. 🖤N!pple biting. 🖤Fishnet stockings. 🖤Dim lighting/no lights 🖤Multiple partners/poly relationships 🖤Mini skirts 🖤Likes spreading your knees apart with his leg.

Kanato:

🖤Lights on. 🖤He is a dirty man so keep that in mind 🖤Is really into org@sm control and denial. 🖤Whenever he’s able to feel your cr*tch area and see you jolt. 🖤Likes giving oral and having you expose yourself to him. 🖤When you scratch his back or dig your nails into him. 🖤He likes how you eat cake and lick the frosting from your l!ps or fork. 🖤If there is cake crumbs or frosting on your cheek he will lick it off. 🖤He’s just so entranced by your l!ps that he’d love to bite them. 🖤Is really into the way you hum and probably has some choking k*nk. 🖤Loves small, pretty feet 🖤Traces your shoulders, calves, spine, neck, arms with his fingertips slowly to have you feel his touch. 🖤Loves if you’re flexible and would like to see you stretch in gymnastics or ballet. 🖤Because all he can think of is how he wants to stretch you. 🖤Really likes it when your wear babydolls and teddys, more specifically he likes it when you wear teddies. 🖤When you hiccup from crying or from being nervous. 🖤Likes it when you cry. 🖤Loves marking you! 🖤When he has s*x he wants to you be fully exposed and bare to the bone, no clothing stays on. 🖤So if he has s*x after a ball he will rip off your dress and all those layers of corsets and petticoats. 🖤He literally has the patience for it. 🖤Rose petals are scattered everywhere. 🖤Loves to play with your hair after s*x and wants you to stay n@ked with him. 🖤Likes to help you get dressed and k!ss every part of you. 🖤Loves eye contact to the core and he doesn’t want you to look away, especially during your climax.

Ayato:

🖤God complex 🖤Being messy with the sheets and when taking off clothes. 🖤He likes when your lipstick rubs off. 🖤B|ood play. 🖤(he uses tourer devices) 🖤He looks like he’d like wax play? 🖤Rough and aggressive kind of guy. 🖤He doesn’t have too many k!nks. 🖤Degrading k!nk for sure. 🖤Marking you. 🖤He likes red undergarments on you. 🖤He’s more so into giving you pain so there are not too many k!nks. 🖤Anything with your chest tho. 🖤Likes it if you don’t wear a br@, that’s for sure. 🖤N!pple biting 🖤Biting in general. 🖤Likes if you have dramatic makeup. 🖤He prefers to be in charge and likes to embarrass you.

Subaru:

🖤Shower and wall s*x 🖤Rough, very rough. 🖤Wants to get caught but also doesn’t at the same time. 🖤When your br@ has your b**bs spill out and shows a bit of your n!pples. 🖤Especially during s*x when he’s still getting your clothes off. 🖤N!pple biting. 🖤Having his fingers in your mouth. 🖤Clutching your a$$. 🖤If you hiccup because you’re nervous around him. 🖤Sometimes likes it from behind. 🖤Likes fighting for dominance with you. 🖤Ripping your clothes off. 🖤Scratching his back. 🖤When you try to be quiet. 🖤Loves it when he can get you to be loud and then will tell you you’re too loud. 🖤Likes to have s*x in risky places. 🖤Wants to break the bed. 🖤Pins your arms above your head. 🖤It’s weird but he thinks it’s a turn-on if you fall off the bed. 🖤Likes giving oral.

Kino:

🖤Mirror s*x 🖤Likes to get caught. 🖤He might try org@sm control and denial sometimes. 🖤When you scratch his back. 🖤When you k!ss his jawline. 🖤Marking you and showing off your hickeys. 🖤Making you louder and tea$ing you for it. 🖤Lights on. 🖤Breaking the bed. 🖤See-through clothes 🖤Lace undergarments 🖤Eye-contact 🖤Seeing you have shocked expressions. 🖤He might want try blindfolding sometimes. 🖤s*x cam and likes to rewatch stuff. 🖤s*xting and will send you audio messages. 🖤Likes nudes. 🖤Likes it if he’s really rough to the point where you’re hair gets messy because of it. 🖤Really likes it when you take charge. 🖤Likes twisting your words to have you get confused and admit something. 🖤Wants you to beg.

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Ruki:

🖤He really likes skirts a lot tbh mostly cause he can see your nice legs and he can finger you when he pleases. 🖤likes braids because it exposes your neck. 🖤He is into BDS/M, like blindfolds are his thing for sure. A black lace blindfold if I may add. 🖤Is really into org@sm control and denial. 🖤Likes the way you chew on the end of your pencil. It really gets him tbh. 🖤If you're somewhat hesitant sometimes by what he says he gets a kick out of it. 🖤Likes to screw you in the library and will finger you behind the bookshelf in your school skirt or in class. 🖤Hopes that someone will notice. 🖤He loves how it just leaves you with such a shocked expression. 🖤Loves to take your undergarments away as punishment and you go to school without them on. 🖤Likes to have you read to him while he’s taking off your clothes and biting you. 🖤He also likes to read to you when you’re just in your under/wear. It makes things more interesting to him. 🖤Slides your undergarments down with his teeth. 🖤He likes putting his fingers in your mouth. 🖤Biting your ear. 🖤If you’re flexible he’s really into that. 🖤Likes having s*x in the dark for surprises and a little moonlight is enough.

Yuma: 🖤He really likes it when you sit in his lap when doing something together and he eventually becomes hard. 🖤Especially if you’re wearing a skirt mostly cause he can slip his hand under there while you're trying to be focused on homework. 🖤He is always clutching, grabbing, or smacking your a$$ at some point in the day. 🖤Like you’ll get up from your seat when class is over and he’ll grab it since you've turned around and you’re embarrassed/ a little mad at him. But he digs that about you. 🖤He likes to carry you and when he does this he loves to grab your a$$ in the process which scrunches up your skirt and possibly shows a bit of your under/wear which can be annoying. But he likes exposing you like that. 🖤Will get really upset if you wear safety shorts for the day. He’ll probably just rip them off. 🖤Oh, he really likes it when your hair is in your face cause he gets to move it out of the way and smirk at you which makes you blush. 🖤He likes to walk in on you showering and will join (so shower s*x). 🖤And he likes to see you in the bathtub and prefers you don’t have bubbles covering you. 🖤He likes braiding your hair and this is mostly because after he’s done he’ll trace his fingers up the back of your neck and plant k!sses on it. 🖤Moves your legs apart to catch you off guard when your sitting next to him, just cause. 🖤When you garden with him he likes to have you wear a white dress to get you wet with water so he can see your body in the transparent fabric. 🖤He also likes it if you’re wearing a skirt when you help him and bend down too far. When this happens he just comes up behind you and smacks your a$$. 🖤He likes to bite your h!ps a lot and he likes that his hands are strong enough to hold your squirming body in place. 🖤Is into an@l but wouldn’t only do it if you were okay with it. 🖤Likes to throw you all around the room. 🖤Heavily into oral s*x too, both giving and reviving. He does like to receive but understands if his lover doesn’t want to bc either way he likes giving. 🖤And he loves to finger you, like it doesn’t matter where or when he’ll do it in class, during your ride to school, even in the garden. 🖤He likes to f*ck you up against the window that is by his garden so he can possibly have his brothers catch a glimpse. 🖤He really likes screwing you in the garden the most and this is also because you’ll have your shoes on (probably some little flats) and they end up falling off bc his thrusts are so hard. 🖤He leaves a lot of bruises but traces them over with soft k!sses later tho. 🖤After s*x he likes to watch you put your clothes back on, well if he hasn’t ripped them anyways. 🖤Other times he helps, mostly because he knows how unstable your legs might be. He tea$es you about it. 🖤“Little pigs should be able to stand on their own.” He’d smirk, having his arms around your waist. 🖤As he is helping you slip your underwe@r on he’ll sometimes tea$e you by slipping them down again and pinning you down on the mattress. 🖤Did I mention that he has ripped some of your favorite undergarments before? 🖤This is because he is eager and doesn’t care. 🖤Other times when you’re getting dressed he likes to pull you back by your thong and sometimes he’ll rip it with all his strength. 🖤You get mad but he tells you he’ll buy you a new one. But he never does 🖤I’ve headcanoned this with @mikalara-dracula that he likes to give oral underwater too. 🖤Lights on, all the time.

🖤Because it's supposedly believed that he is Romanian, he speaks Romanian to you only in the bedroom.

Kou:

🖤Likes it in the dark. 🖤Likes role play stuff. 🖤So lots of customs 🖤Cat Ears/Tail 🖤Knee socks 🖤Being dominated 🖤Trying new things. 🖤Lowkey into furry sh*t. 🖤Making his s/o wear a cat collar with his initials on it. 🖤Pastel garters with spikes. 🖤Bondage. 🖤Toys. 🖤And trying new things. 🖤Licking you just to catch you off guard. 🖤Likes it if you’re in charge and if you dominate him. 🖤Is definitely into riding—like, seriously.

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hi! could you do headcanons of how the sakamakis are at school? like how they are in the classroom, what cliques they might be in, after school activities etc. ? thank you!

Ryoutei High-The diaboys at school (s + m + t) hcs

Hi Love,

Sorry, this has taken so long, I'm really trying to put this together for you. I'm really glad you asked this because I've been wanting to talk about their school life for so long. Really hope you like it though. :)

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General hcs (before we begin)

📚Okay, so it’s an academy and a night school, so just keep that in mind.

📚The name of the academy is called Ryoutei High School Academy

📚The town's name (not 100% sure) is Kaminashi.

📚High school in Japan is only three years.

📚School times are: 8:00pm/20:00 - 2:00am/2:00. Lunchtime is 12:00 am/24:00 (canon in a drama cd of theirs)

📚Like most schools, class is about 6-7hrs.

📚The school allows students of all grades to participate in things together.

📚It is a school with lower attendance than a regular school seeing it's an academy.

📚They have school festivals/field trips

📚Everyone who attends is from a rich family (I assume).

📚And you know everyone wears a uniform, but I do picture everyone does alter it to their style. We will get into that later tho.

📚The main school colors are Red, White, and black. Sometimes there are embellishments of gold tho. (not confirmed it just looks this way.)

📚I picture they have a basketball team and cheerleading team.

📚I know they have a music room, and I picture there to be a gym where gymnastics is practiced.

📚I also see that ballet, art, and singing classes are offered.

📚The school has a lot of school festivals and assemblies for all grades.

📚They have school dances and parades too.

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COLUMBIA, S.C. -- The first federal trial over a hate crime based on gender identity is set to begin Tuesday in South Carolina, where a man faces charges that he killed a Black transgender woman and then fled to New York.

The U.S. Department of Justice alleges that in August 2019, Daqua Lameek Ritter coaxed the woman — who is anonymously referred to as “Dime Doe” in court documents — into driving to a sparsely populated rural county in South Carolina. Ritter shot her three times in the head after they reached an isolated area near a relative's home, according to Breon Peace, the U.S. attorney for the Eastern District of New York, where Ritter was arrested last January.

In recent years there has been a surge in attacks on the LGBTQ+ community. For decades, transgender women of color have faced disproportionately high rates of violence and hate crimes, according to the Department of Homeland Security. In 2022, the number of gender identity-based hate crimes reported by the FBI increased by 37% compared to the previous year.

Until 2009, federal hate crime laws did not account for offenses motivated by the victim's sexual orientation or gender identity. The first conviction involving a victim targeted for their gender identity came in 2017. A Mississippi man who pleaded guilty to killing a 17-year-old transgender woman received a 49-year prison sentence.

But Tuesday marks the first time that such a case has ever been brought to trial, according to Brook Andrews, the assistant U.S. attorney for the District of South Carolina. Never before has a federal jury decided whether to punish someone for a crime based on the victim's gender identity.

The government has said that Ritter's friends and girlfriend learned about a sexual relationship between Ritter and the woman in the month prior to the killing. The two had been close friends, according to the defense, and were related through Ritter’s aunt and the woman’s uncle.

Prosecutors believe the revelation, which prompted Ritter's girlfriend to hurl a homophobic slur, made Ritter “extremely upset.”

“His crime was motivated by his anger at being mocked for having a sexual relationship with a transgender woman,” government lawyers wrote in a filing last January.

They say that Ritter lied that day about his whereabouts to state police and fled South Carolina. Prosecutors have said he enlisted others to help burn his clothes, hide the weapon and mislead police about his location on the day of the murder.

Government lawyers plan to present witness testimony about Ritter's location and text messages with the woman, in which he allegedly persuaded her to take the ride. Evidence also includes video footage taken at a traffic stop that captures him in the woman's car hours before her death.

Other evidence includes DNA from the woman's car and testimony from multiple people who say that Ritter privately confessed to them about the fatal shooting.

Ritter's lawyers have said it is no surprise that Ritter might have been linked to the woman's car, considering their intimate ties. The defense has argued that no physical evidence points to Ritter as the perpetrator. Further, the defense has said the witnesses' claims that Ritter tried to dispose of evidence are inconsistent.

Prosecutors don't plan to seek the death penalty, but Ritter could receive multiple life sentences if convicted by a jury. In addition to the hate crimes charge, Ritter faces two other counts that he committed murder with a firearm and misled investigators.

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I posted 2,520 times in 2022

That's 1,873 more posts than 2021!

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Ballroom Whump Prompts

Just a little list of ideas and moments for ballroom and forced to dance scenes. Let this be inspiration to write and tag me in more of these lol. Please, I'm literally begging you for more intimate whumper ballroom scenes.

A masquerade ball. Whumpee gets pulled from partner to partner. They think everything is fine until they recognize their newest partner’s voice.

Whumpee forcing a smile on their face, hoping no one notices that the lash marks barely peek over the collar of their clothes.

“You look absolutely delicious tonight.”

Whumpee trying to keep up the dance on trembling legs.

Whumper presses a casual kiss to the back of Whumpee’s neck to mask little threats and words of encouragement.

Whumper’s fingers bruising into the small of their back.

“Your heart is pounding. Do you just like being close to me this much?”

Whumpee hasn’t eaten in days. The room is filled with the rich scents of the feast, but Whumper keeps a close eye on them. They’ll regret it if they take a bite.

Whumper brings Whumpee a drink. Whumpee holds it awkwardly, not trusting it not to be drugged. They look up to see Whumper’s wry smile. “Go on. You must be parched.”

Corsets that pull against cracked ribs and lash marks.

“Right to business, hm? Come on, live a little. Dance with me, then we can talk about your little friend.”

Whumpee tries to pull away mid-dance, but Whumper’s fingers bruise into their wrist, spinning them gracefully back. No one notices their whimper as they’re pulled back to Whumper’s chest.

Spinning in general. Disoriented and exhausted. But they can’t stop.

Whumper pulling Whumpee into a low dip. Whumpee is trembling, hating that they have to rely on Whumper’s grip to keep them from falling. Whumper grins, holding them like that for a moment longer than necessary.

“I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t think you’d come here. What, did you think I wouldn’t recognize you?”

A sneaky little whumpee who picks the pockets of their dancing partners. All is going well, they are charming and sweet, slipping dexterous fingers into pockets and jackets. Until they try it on Whumper - who catches their hand with a charming smile. Whumpee squeaks as Whumper’s grip tightens painfully.

“Who are you going to tell? Oh honey, you really think anyone here would to help you?”

Whumper keeps spinning Whumpee, twirling and jerking them around until they’re stumbling, dizzy, and breathless. Unable to stop any of it.

Whumper pulls Whumpee in close for a slow dance. Any onlookers would think they’re any normal couple as Whumper murmurs in Whumpee’s ear, “Be good for me and maybe you’ll get out of here alive.”

Whumper plucking up one of the delicate hors d'oeuvres, reeling Whumpee in by the jaw. They hold it to Whumpee’s lips. “Open up.” Whumpee clenches their jaw shut. Whumper’s grip tightens as the morsel presses against their lips. “Let’s not be rude.”

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When you’re dying to read the next chapter of a series, then realize….you’re the author. You have to write it.

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Defiant Whumpees

Collab with @wormwriting!

Lines:

“Mm, yeah. Gaslight me harder.”

“Oh, you want me to call you sir, sir? Of course, sir. Anything you say, sir. Anything else, sir?”

“If you want to know how I’m doing, come a little closer and find out for yourself.”

“Kiss your own boots if you want it that bad.”

"You know, Einstein said that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. And you seem like a smart person. Really, you do. But you keep asking me the same fucking question and I keep giving you the same fucking answer and now I'm starting to think maybe you aren't as smart as you look."

“You always want me on my knees. I should just get you a step stool or something for Christmas.”

“Make me.”

“Fun fact! Technically, by some accounts and by some, I mean all this could be considered quoteunquote: illegal.”

“Have you considered therapy instead? I could refer you to a great psychiatrist.”

“You know, I sorta consider stabbing a third date sort of deal?”

"Honestly I'm starting to get genuinely concerned about your hearing. I said I'm. Not. Telling. You. Anything. Do I need to talk louder? Maybe write it out for you? Ow! Jeez, you can cut me all you want, but that's not going to be nearly as effective as just talking to an otolaryngologist."

“Did you miss me?” “Well I did at first, but then I started getting fond of the slow drip of blood and the echoes of screams - sooooo I’m good, now. You can go, but thanks for asking.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you the first 478 times. What was it you wanted again? Hm. Nope. Still not clicking. You better ask again.”

“Ah, you know me - I just love getting tortured. But the mice? They don’t like to watch. So we should probably skip it for today.”

“If you’re going to burn me, can you at least put the blindfold back on? Seeing your dumb face is torture enough, I don’t need to do both at once.”

“Have you ever tried dating apps?”

“Canned soup again? Did your mother never teach you to cook?”

“I’m not sure what exactly you want when you ask me to beg. Maybe you could do a demonstration? Knees, please.”

“I know you’re having fun, but it’s not healthy to put this much attention into just one hobby. You could try….card-making or….pottery?

“You know, I’m not really feeling it today. Soooo….rain check? Thursday, maybe? I’m free after lunch until two.”

“Oooo. Stalker. So scary. Wait-where are you going with that knife?”

“You know, I’m actually supposed to be at band practice right now? I’m just gonna- Ah. Okay. Nope. No no, I can stay. Nice knife by the way. Did your mom get that for you?”

“Oof - the knife’s a bit cold. Maybe you should heat it up in the microwave real quick.”

“When was the last time you took a shower? Because you reek of ‘daddy never loved me enough’.”

“What’s your favorite color? Oh wait no - let me guess. Red?”

“Put your finger under my chin one more fucking time and I’m biting it off.”

“Look at me.” “Uughh, do I have to?”

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So I Wait for You Chapter One

written for Kataang Week 2022 hosted by @kataang-week

Day 1 Prompt: Admiration

When she realized she was staring out the window again rather than reading, Katara slammed her biochemistry book closed and banged her head onto its humorless cover. Once. Twice. And a third time for good measure. She sat back up and glared at it. How in Tui's name was she supposed to grasp all of amino acid metabolism and nucleotide metabolism in one lecture? The supplemental reading would help but only if she could keep her focus on it rather than the open window.

Through the screen she could see a small square of blue sky. It beckoned to her. You don't want to be trapped in that stuffy room it whispered. The breeze is warm and there are clouds, water longing to break free. Come play with it!

“Breaks! You need breaks.” her beleaguered brain reminded her. “You can't focus because you've been reading about transamination reactions and ketoacidosis for four hours.”

She opened her desk drawer to free her phone from its banishment. She could study more effectively when the temptation to look at every incoming text was eliminated, so in the drawer the phone went when serious study beckoned. As she lifted it, the screen lit up, and the lock screen image made a lump rise in her throat. In it, she and Aang stood side by side and hand in hand, her small smile outshone by his wide, lopsided grin. Both his front teeth were missing and her lips were sealed tight to conceal the gaps in her teeth. She gazed at their carefree younger selves and wished he weren't so far away.

Katara traced a reverent fingertip across the picture of his sweet face and was frustrated when her phone unlocked and the picture whooshed away. Frowning, she opened her photos and scrolled through her Aang album. A smile stole across her face and the warmth that spread through her chest melted the lump in her throat. Maybe she'd log into Discord and see if he was around instead of playing some mindless game during her study break.

A few flicks and she had the app open. When she tapped the icon for the Harmony Bending Academy Grads server she was delighted to see Flying By Son listed as “Online.” She selected his name and sent a brief message.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:46 PM

Worst thing that happened to you today?

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:47 PM

Blew off my professor's toupee when I airbent my assignment to his desk.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:47 PM

Ouch. Fell asleep on the bus home from campus. Best thing?

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:48 PM

My best friend messaged me on Discord

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:48 PM

LOL same.

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:49 PM

I was just thinking about you, too. Remember the day we met?

Katara smiled softly. That had been one of the best days of her life and she could recall every moment of it, could remember the smells of new Republic City on the gentle breeze and how the sun felt on her skin. And, most of all, she could remember Aang, how effortlessly charming he'd been and how instantly they'd connected.

-0-0-0-

“Will you go penguin sledding with me?”

Katara was busy building a sand castle, relishing the interesting, crumbly texture of the sand under her legs. But she looked up at the unexpected question. A little boy with shaggy black hair and big gray eyes stood on the edge of the sandbox, balanced carelessly on the narrow ledge surrounding it. He had the most adorable smile she'd ever seen. It tilted up higher on one side and radiated warmth and good humor. Her mama had told her to be careful of strangers, but surely she didn't mean other little kids, right? Something about this boy was so entirely trustworthy and appealing that she decided the admonition couldn't possibly apply.

Hesitantly, she smiled and said “o-okay.” Then she looked around, making sure she could see Mama.

There she was, sitting on a bench at the edge of the playground, talking to a bald man with a long mustache and unusual blue tattoos on his head and arms. The man gestured toward them and her mama smiled and waved. All right, the boy must be okay if Mama wasn't warning her off.

Katara turned back to him. “I'm Katara and I'm 6. What's your name?”

Smile widening, the boy answered “I'm Aang. I'm 5.”

His crooked smile spread into a rather dazzling grin as he held out his hand toward her. “Penguin sledding?”

Katara had no idea what penguin sledding was, but the boy seemed very excited by the idea. With a decisive nod, she decided to let him lead the way. She slid her hand into his and was surprised by his firm grasp. Aang drew her away from the sandbox and toward the other end of the playscape.

He stopped abruptly in front of the biggest slide, the one she had never tried because it was so tall. It was even taller than Papa. She only went on big slides if her papa could hold her hand as she went down. But on this particular slide he couldn't reach high enough to hold onto her. She had never noticed before that the walls of the playscape were decorated with otterpenguins. The black and white birds climbed up the side of the handrail along the ladder and slid down the edges of the slide riding tiny sleds. It suddenly crystallized for her that the entire playscape was made to look like a scene from the south pole during the cold months, its chutes and steps all icy shades of blue and white.

She grinned delightedly at her companion. “This looks like home! I'm from the South Pole, but we came here because Papa's a dip-lo-mac.” She pronounced the newly acquired vocabulary uncertainly.

Aang giggled and responded “So is my Gyatso.” He hauled her toward the ladder. “Come on.”

Aang dropped her hand when they reached the playscape. He climbed the ladder quickly, barely touching one rung before he launched himself to the next. Katara looked on in wonder at his bravery. He wasn't as old or as big as her, but he scaled that height as easily and carelessly as she climbed into her bed.

Aang leaned over the edge of the high platform. “Come on, Katara!”

She closed her eyes briefly, his proximity to the steep drop making her palms prickle. But his comfort with the height eventually reassured her. Katara took a deep breath and set a foot onto the ladder. Carefully she focused only on each rung as she grasped it and pulled herself up. When she reached the top Aang grabbed her hand again and nearly blinded her with his bright smile.

“Look,” Aang pointed back toward the bench where her mama had been. “Gyatso and that lady—is that your mom?--look so tiny down there!”

He waved vigorously to the adults. Stomach swooping, Katara glanced down and saw that Mama was standing up. Her arms were folded across her tummy just like she did when Sokka showed off what he could do with his boomerang. Katara waved hesitantly. Gyatso leaned toward Mama and told her something. With a small smile Mama relaxed, dropping her hands to her sides,. She waved back at Katara slightly, just a small twitch of her fingertips.

Resolutely Katara faced Aang again. “I haven't ever been up here before. Do we go down the slide now?”

He nodded solemnly. “Are you scared? It's pretty tall. I'm an airbender, so heights are no problem for me, but Gyatso says sometimes other people are scared of being up high.”

Katara bit her lip as she thought about how to answer. She didn't want to seem like a scaredy-polarcat. She really liked Aang. He was fearless and fun and she didn't want him to think she was a baby. Her gaze trailed down to her mom again, but the grownups had taken out their phones and were showing each other things on them.

Lifting her chin, she met Aang's clear grey eyes and decided she liked him too much to be dishonest. “I'm a little scared, but I want to go down the slide. My papa says that true bravery is learning to face your fears.”

Aang's face went serious. “Your papa must be pretty smart, because Gyatso says the same thing and he's the smartest person I know.” He held his small hand out toward Katara again. “What if we go down together?”

Katara looked skeptically at the slide, then back to Aang. Voice hesitating, she said “I don't think we'd fit.”

Aang's answering laugh filled her chest with a warm fluttery feeling. “We will if you sit behind me!” he reassured her.

She grabbed his outstretched hand, her fingers slotting neatly between his. He tugged her gently toward the slide. When they reached it, he released her and sat down, bracing his feet against either side. Turning slightly, he motioned for her to sit behind him.

Gingerly, she sat down, planting her feet right behind his. His hair tickled her cheek until he turned his face toward her. His smile was softer this time.

“Ready?”

Eyes wide and heart racing, Katara nodded.

“Hold onto me.”

Katara wrapped her arms around Aang's waist and tucked her chin over his shoulder. He pushed off the sides of the slide at the same time he relaxed his feet and they shot downward. Wind stung her eyes and whipped her hair into a chestnut cloud around her head. A laugh escaped her as they slipped around the first curve, picking up speed. By the time they tumbled off the bottom of the slide, both children were laughing so hard their sides ached with it.

Still giggling, Aang stood and offered Katara his hand again. Smiling so hard her cheeks hurt, she allowed him to help her to her feet.

“Again?” he asked.

“Race you to the top” Katara yelled over her shoulder as she started to run toward the ladder.

-0-0-0-

Katara couldn't help but smile at the memory.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:55 PM

Of course I do! I'm not sure how you do, though. You were only 5!

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:55 PM

How could I ever forget meeting the person I admire most?

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:56 PM

Tui and La, I can't believe you are still needling me about that! It has been 6 years, Aang. Let it go.

Flying Bye Son Today at 10:57 PM

Never. You spoke of me as the person you most admire to everyone in our public speaking class. That is something I will hold close to my heart until the day I die.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 10:58 PM

Hmph. Don't forget that you talked about me when you had to give your speech the next year!

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:00 PM

Of course not! Every word of it true. You're the best.

Waterwhip Queen Today at 11:00 PM

Aww. No you.

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:01 PM

We'll have to agree to disagree. Hey, On Ji's here to study for our chem test. Talk to you later?

Waterwhip Queen Today at 11:01 PM

Okay.

I wish you weren't so far away. I miss you.

Flying Bye Son Today at 11:02 PM

Miss you more.

Happy mood sliding downward, Katara switched her phone off. Annoyed at the moisture blurring her vision, she swiped the edge of her sleeve across her eyes. Sometimes she wished Aang would forget that stupid speech, but the wishing didn't change the fact that she'd meant every word. Aang was kind and brave and loyal and altogether wonderful and she still did admire him more than anyone else. And she knew he thought equally highly of her.

So why, oh why, had he decided to go to university in Ba Sing Se instead of in Republic City with her?

~o~o~o~

Aang's gaze lingered on the screen. I wish you weren't so far away. I miss you. Spirits, he missed her so much it felt like part of his body had been carved away, a constant ache, every heartbeat singing her her her her. If he didn't exercise the strictest discipline over his thoughts, they always slid back to Katara.

His grand plan of getting over her was going about as well as Gyatso had predicted it would. Gyatso had radiated disapproval when Aang had told him he had to be away from Katara to try to get her out of his heart, so they could be friends again in their old easy way, free from his racing pulse and aching longing.

“Oh Aang,” he'd said, placing his weathered hand gently over Aang's shoulder, “she'll never be out of your heart. She has always been your person and you are her person. I knew this as soon as I saw you together the first time. You shouldn't leave her; you should tell her how you feel.”

He had resisted his former guardian's advice, maintaining that confessing his love would ruin everything. Katara was compassionate to a fault, and she cared for him so much. He knew she'd feel guilty for not returning his feelings. And the last thing he wanted was to make her feel bad in any way. So he did not follow her and their Harmony Bending School friends to the University of Republic City, choosing instead to go halfway across the continent to Ba Sing Se University.

Leaving hadn't helped. His heart remained unchanged, still utterly hers, despite their distance and his useless and short-lived attempts to date others. Not for the first time Aang worried he'd made the wrong decision. Gyatso's advice had never steered him wrong before. And, really, BSSU had never felt right to him. Without Katara, nothing felt right. Maybe he could look in to transferring. If he --

“Earth to Aang?” On-Ji's irritated voice cut into his thoughts. “Are we studying for the chem test or are you going to keep staring at your laptop and ignoring me?”

Aang tried on a smile, but found it too strained to hold. He sighed. “Sorry, On-Ji. Let's go over the review questions first.”

Deliberately, he closed his laptop and pushed Katara out of his mind. Later, he reassured himself, he could figure it out later. But he knew she'd be in his thoughts as she always was.

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9. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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As soon as the plane touched the ground, even before the seatbelt sign was turned off, Lydia tried to start her phone. Nothing. It was a slab of blank, mute, unmoving metal in her hands. In a flash, she remembered plugging in her charger next to her side of the bed in the hotel room the night before and that the socket was yet another thing that didn’t work as expected in the room. Crucially, she didn’t remember taking the charger with her in the morning.

Lydia hadn’t been speaking much to Colton on the flight. Even reassurances seemed to stress the pet out. As they made their way through arrivals, though, it was necessary to make sure he knew what was going on. She told him where they were, and where to go. She asked him to help carry some of her luggage and he obeyed instantly. She told him to wait, and he waited. She told him to go somewhere, and he went. Coriander might have dared to ask a question or two, by now. He would have been so excited by the view from the airport and the new languages being spoken all around them. Colton was clearly interested, but every time he saw Lydia looking in his direction he dropped his eyes to the floor. He was stiff with tension, and stayed very close to her.

She spent an unproductive forty-five minutes at a help desk talking to airport staff who all were varying degrees of helpful to unhelpful and most just simply confused at how to tackle this unusual problem. Lydia struggled to first find out whether pets were allowed to fly unaccompanied or not. When the answer, as she had feared, was negative, she tried unsuccessfully to negotiate a way around it. Finally, with a deep sigh, she thanked the last staff member and turned away, resigned.

“I’m sorry, Colton.” She forced a smile, despite the hard, cold knot of worry in her stomach. “I’m afraid we are stuck with each other for the time being.” The pet nodded quickly, eyes downcast.

“Do you need anything, Colton? Any food, or water?”

Col looked at her in surprise. “I’m fine, Ma’am. Thank you,” he mumbled.

“You’re not hungry?” Then, after a few seconds of silence, she prompted, “Col?”

“I’m f-fine, I swear,” Col pleaded, not making eye contact. Every word he was forced to speak made his heart pound even harder. He wasn’t supposed to be talking, he wasn’t supposed to be asked questions. He was only going to make this woman angry. “Please don’t trouble yourself with me, Ma’am.”

Lydia’s eyes narrowed. The pet looked terribly uncomfortable. “Well, I need to buy a new phone charger and then I’ll see if we can find a cafe or something to stop in for a second. We can eat at the hotel, too. Is that all right with you?”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am.”

Clearly a lot of work had gone into making him so broken and pliable. Her stomach twisted with nerves when she thought about Cory, stuck in Linden’s house. At least, she assumed that was where he was. Surely Linden wouldn’t abandon him?

When he was sure Lydia wasn’t looking, Col glanced up at her. Her face was taut, her lips pressed together tightly; she was deep in thought. Was she worrying about her own pet, or wondering what to do with this one? Or was she constantly in a state of moderate stress, only needing the smallest push for her to snap and take it all out on the sorry slave by her side? Even if it hadn’t been Colton’s fault that he ended up here, that changed nothing. He could still be punished for it. That was how it worked.

He missed Master so much. Lydia was asking him so many questions, and he didn’t know the answer to any of them. He was going to make a mistake and then she’d realise that he was just a stupid, useless pet, so much worse than her pretty and graceful Coriander. Colton couldn’t live up to that, he just couldn’t! Lydia was used to owning a high standard of pet, and she was going to be so, so annoyed with Col. She was going to see that it wasn’t worth the hassle of keeping him. If he was at least allowed to stay silent, he might be able to obey well enough for just a little while longer.

Col couldn’t read any of the signs. The people walking by him, drowning him, they were all speaking in another language. If Lydia abandoned him now he would be truly lost. He had to try and keep her favour. But what did she want?

“Cory?” Linden called softly, just loud enough for the pet to hear. “It’s time for dinner.”

Linden had reached for a simple dahl, warm, filling comfort food. Nothing too spicy, just straightforward flavours of rice and lentils, tomatoes and onions, with some carrots and red peppers for a pop of colour.

He had set the table, just as he would for a dinner with Col. A spoon next to the pet’s plate, easy to grip and hold for trembling hands. A tumbler half-filled with water, the sturdy glass also easy for the pet to lift with both hands. Failing that, a stainless steel straw. A safe distance from both plates, Linden had lit a couple of tea lights in glass holders, casting a warm, gentle glow over the table - he had assumed Cory wouldn’t react badly to the fire.

Coriander had been coaxed into kneeling on the soft rug in the living room, and it was from there that it elegantly stood up. It made its way into the kitchen and promptly sank to its knees once more. It looked around, but couldn’t see a dog bowl, or anything like that. How did Colton get fed? Was it from his owner’s hand, or was it just dumped on the floor for him to lick up? Cory was surprised that it was being fed at all. It had mostly assumed that Linden would forget, or not bother.

Linden was turned away, and Cory watched him fill two bowls up with something colourful and gently steaming. “I don’t have much in the cupboards right now,” Linden said, even though it wasn’t any of the pet’s business. “So it’s dahl for tea.”

A pause. “Th...thank you, Sir. But this pet really doesn’t deserve any.”

That was what he wanted, right? Patheticness? But to its confusion, Linden just looked at it and shook his head.

“Nonsense, you have to eat. Do you wa- are you able to sit at the table?”

From his place on the floor, Cory shook its head vehemently. “If… if you please, Sir. Pets belong on the floor. T-this pet knows its place.”

Linden studied the pet for a moment. He guessed that Coriander was of a similar age to himself. What would his own life have been like, Linden thought suddenly, if he had ended up a pet? What sort of experiences was this man’s life filled with?

Those grey eyes watched him fearfully, reminding him that the pet probably expected a reply.

“It’s alright.” Linden tried. “You are welcome to eat at the table here.”

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17. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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Linden’s house was a bit smaller than Miss Lydia’s, particularly without a garden to walk around in. He had a balcony, but Cory wouldn’t dare cross Linden’s room to reach it. The pet settled for kneeling by any open windows, trying to enjoy the fresh air as best it could.

The other thing Cory couldn’t help but notice was the silence. It would have hardly said that Miss Lydia talked to herself, but she did always somehow manage to fill the quiet. She was often on the phone, or listening to the radio, or even engaging her pet in a conversation.

Linden must like silence, Cory concluded. So it had better not aggravate him by being noisy. All morning, it had endeavoured to only nod or shake its head, and never raise its voice when it did have to reply. If that was what it took to please the man, Cory would do it.

Did Col speak? He definitely wasn’t forthcoming with it in the hotel, was he? Perhaps speaking wasn’t a privilege he was often afforded. Cory’s thoughts were interrupted when Jaffa rolled into view, stretching across her back with her tufty belly fur on full display. Cats were quiet too- except when they were hungry. Cory could be like that.

The pet stretched a hand out and placed it on Jaffa’s chest, scratching up and down, to the end of her chin and down to her tummy. Getting no negative reaction, and hearing no movement from Linden, Cory lay down next to her, and continued to stroke her gently. She purred, slowly melting into a puddle of grey fur. Her purring filled the whole room, and it suddenly didn’t seem so crushingly quiet anymore. Cory thought it might understand Linden’s ways after all. There was something about the peace that it liked.

Even though it knew its opinion wasn’t relevant.

Upstairs, Linden was sat in his balcony chair, hands folded, eyes closed. This pet doesn’t want to speak to me either, he mused. Is it me? Do I have this effect on pets?

He missed Col. He missed him really badly.

Linden missed his presence. His home was different without Colton in it. It was quiet in a different way now- heavy, and thick with tension. The quietness that he and Col enjoyed was normal life, and even as he sat on the balcony Linden could feel the difference. Col’s footsteps were heavy, irregular, and he had got used to listening to him walk. Cory was so elegant and controlled that he was silent. Linden didn’t know where he was in the house, or what he was doing.

He thought, briefly, about how he still didn’t really know Col. And he knew that Col didn’t know him. But it didn’t mean he hadn’t grown hugely fond of him, and protective too. When he looked at Col, he saw all his potential, stored in those strong shoulders and his friendly, open face. He could tell when he wanted to speak, to give an opinion, and he was learning when Col needed some time to himself. He was learning what scared him and what made him feel safe. He was learning that he liked cereal over toast, and tea over coffee.

Looking at Cory was completely different. Linden saw a pet. He hated himself, but it was the truth. Cory was a damn good actor, and to top it off, he was on his best behaviour. He was unflinchingly polite, and quite clearly terrified that any misstep would bring Linden’s hand flying across his face.

And why wouldn’t he think that? Linden thought grimly. He’s seen Col. I could swear until I’m blue in the face that I’ve never touched him, but why would he believe me?

He shifted in his seat, turning his face away from the sun before it made his eyes sear.

. . .

Linden poured out the dregs of his tea and washed the cup. Glancing out the window, his attention was momentarily snagged by the monochrome fluttering of two magpies settling in a nearby aspen tree. After pouring hot water from the kettle to make another cup for himself and Coriander, he reached over to turn on the radio.

A familiar waterfall of brittle, clear violin notes poured out into the room, half cheerful, half sad. Each part of the piece perfect and shiny like a new coin. Linden smiled to himself on his way to the living room.

He halted just past the threshold. His guest was kneeling on Colton’s white carpet, just like Linden had expected. He hadn’t expected to see Coriander crying. Tears silently streaming down the blonde man’s face. He was swaying slightly to the music, pale, his hands clasped to his chest. His expression, like the music, was a strange mixture of being half elated, half devastated.

Linden watched him in silence, stunned at the seemingly candid moment he’d walked in on. He’d never seen Cory reach this level of emotional display before, at least not outside of blind fear. He looked more human than ever.

He realised that he shouldn’t be here, not right now. Cory was experiencing something that Linden had no business interfering with. But as he made to turn around and give him some space, Cory noticed him.

It was awful, the way the complexities of feeling written across his face were quickly replaced with guilty horror.

“S-S-Sir, this pet is sorry, it d-didn’t hear you come in…”

His gentle swaying had stopped, leaving him frozen in place, a deer waiting for the hunter’s next move. Linden held up his free hand. “That’s okay, I can give you some space, Cory. I didn’t mean to intrude.”

This only made him panic more. “No, n-no Sir it is sorry, please, it- it can explain, it didn’t mean to be so rude, it shouldn’t…. It shouldn’t… please-”

“It is okay. You don’t have to apologise.” Linden slowly sank down on his haunches, making sure to telegraph every move. “Can… would you like to tell me why you are crying?”

“It is so beautiful, Sir.” The pet took a shivering breath, grey eyes huge and shining with tears. “I-I had forgotten how beautiful it is…” Coriander stared out the window, into the distance, for a moment lost in his reverie. Then, his whole body started. He looked sideways at Linden, his mouth twisting in a grimace of sudden fear. “B-but t-this pet wouldn’t try to play, Sir. It wouldn’t. It would never…” He shook his head rapidly, blonde hair dancing around his face. “T-though it is all right to listen, isn’t it, Sir?” He swallowed dryly. “P-please, Sir. They said… They said it is all right to listen. They said you can’t have a pet that goes into bloody hysterics when you put on the TV, Sir.”

Cory shrunk in on himself, clutching his hands to his chest, shivering so hard that his teeth chattered. Linden had to stop himself recoiling at Cory’s recitations. Colton said things that were clearly not his own words from time to time, but there was something so much more unsettling about the way Cory had spoken. He sounded like he wasn’t fully present, like he was back there, reliving the lesson he’d been taught. Linden didn’t move, but made sure to keep his voice firm and clear. If he’d learned anything, he’d learned that pets latched onto that pretty well.

“Cory. It is absolutely okay to listen. If something isn’t okay, I’ll tell you, alright? I’m a fair person.”

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7. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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When the alarm rang out Lydia blearily fumbled for her phone. She tried to make it shut up before waking their unfamiliar roommates. As quietly as possible, she rolled out of bed. Lydia had slept fitfully and way too few hours. She could feel the tiredness lurking like a pressure behind her eyes.

Coriander, of course, already sat up in his bed. She went to sit down next to him and gave him a quick hug.

“Good Morning.” She smiled. “Remember what we talked about?”

He nodded, his eyes bright and awake. “T-the hotel staff will escort this pet to the check-in for human pets. We will meet on the plane.”

Lydia quickly got dressed and nodded affirmatively.

“Yes. You should get some more sleep. I will have to go now to leave the car at the rental firm, we’ll go through check-in separately, and be seated next to each other on the plane.” She put her hand on his cheek, feeling him lean into the touch. As always, she wondered if it was compulsion or volition that made him do it, but his grey eyes on her face were wide and trusting. “Are you sure you are okay with this? I tried to make them let us go through together, but they said that it is against security protocols.”

“This pet w-will be all right, Miss Lydia.” He smiled, bravely. “It will see you in a few hours.”

She gave him another hug and stood up to go. Glancing back when she closed the door, he had laid back down but was still watching her. She blew him a kiss, closed the door and walked away.

Coriander tried to take deep breaths and force its muscles to relax, but the deep shivering that had started as soon as the pet was led into the room was impossible to control.

This isn’t the clinic. The pet reminded itself. This isn’t the clinic. But the walls were white tiles, the overhead lights were hash and there was a drain in the floor.

The middle-aged, curly haired woman holding the pet’s leash led it over to a padded chair that, with the restraints, looked too much like something that could have belonged in the facility.

This pet has to be good, Cory thought to itself, like a mantra. This pet has to be good for Miss Lydia. It hadn’t expected the check-in process to start already at the hotel. It thought that it would be transferred to the airport first. But as far as it could remember, it had never flown anywhere before. Who knew what transporting a pet by air would entail?

It forced its unwilling body down into the chair and allowed the woman to lock the cuffs around its wrists and ankles and clip the short leash on the headrest to its collar, rendering it effectively immobile.

Coriander could feel its heart race with fear, but tried to distract itself by looking around. The scents were different, equally artificial, but more like perfume than antiseptics. The table held bottles, hair brushes, and a fan. A stand on the wall held gleaming metal scissors and combs.

Suddenly, the backrest of the chair fell away behind the pet, forcing it into a prone position. Its breath hitching, it couldn’t stop itself from struggling at the restraints, but it was pinned like a bug in place. ‘You are a bad pet’, Coriander scolded itself, ‘good pets do not try to resist. Behave!’ But it needed a couple of deep breaths before it could force its tense muscles to relax.

“Did I scare you?” The woman’s voice behind it. “Sorry, I am just going to wash your hair now.”

This was strange and unexpected. Did they want to deflea it before it got to travel?

The woman’s touch was professional. Not exactly kind, but gentle and painless. The water was warm and the scents of the shampoo and conditioner chemically floral, and reassuringly not antiseptic. Coriander could feel itself starting to relax under her hands.

The woman talked while she worked, but she didn’t seem to expect much in terms of replies. She mostly talked about the awful weather, things on the news, and a small trip she was planning for the weekend. It was soothing and Coriander found it easy to be still and obedient.

The process involved trimming and blow-drying its hair, cleaning and trimming its nails and giving the pet a shave. She was using a safety razor rather than a blade, but Cory could still feel every muscle tense at the sharp tool near its throat.

“That’s it.” The woman said. “You’re done. Liam here will take you to your owner.”

Following behind the young man holding its leash, still confused about the whole process, Cory could hear the commotion all the way down the corridor.

“I’m sorry, but I just returned to find my room empty. Where is my pet?” The man- Linden- sounded upset.

“Sir, as the night staff told you yesterday, pet grooming services were offered as compensation for the trouble with your room. The staff has just taken your pet to be groomed. It will be brought right back to your room as soon as they are finished. Oh, look!” The relief was palpable in the receptionist’s voice. “Here’s your pet now, safe and sound.”

The staff member leading Coriander stepped aside, revealing the complaining customer to be the man from last night, the owner with whom Miss Lydia and Coriander had shared a room. They just stared mutely at each other for a moment, dark brown eyes meeting grey.

The man shook his head quickly, his mane of dark hair flowing around his face.

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19. Lost Property

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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Lydia’s heart was racing, the palms of her hands sweaty where she gripped the leather knot of the leash, a million ‘what if’ scenarios crowding her mind. Meeting Colton’s green eyes, she could see him reeling with it, too.

That brought her back to the situation at hand. She could deal with her own shock later. Whatever had been done to turn Col into the pet he was now surely made him ill-equipped to handle… this.

He was breathing uncomfortably, seemingly fighting for each gulp of air. Fixing that was high up on a list of potential priorities.

“Hey Col,” she said, hearing the shake of fear and adrenaline in her own voice. “I’m just going to take your collar off for a bit, all right?” She dropped the leash and held up her hands in what she hoped was a calming gesture. “You are still good. You are not in any trouble and you can wear it again later, if you want to. Is that okay with you?” His green eyes focused slowly on her face, and he managed a tiny nod. “All right, then. That’s good. Thank you for communicating so clearly with me. It’s all good.” Lydia stopped paying attention to what she said, just focused on keeping her tone of voice calm and friendly as she reached up… and up, he was quite a bit taller than Coriander… and unbuckled the collar, letting it fall to the floor.

He took a deep breath, like a person on the verge of drowning. She could feel him swaying a bit on his feet. Slowly, and gently, she put a hand on his arm. The pet started, but did not pull away.

“Here, come on. Have a seat.” She led him towards his bed, and he obediently sank down on it. “That’s good, that’s good.”

She looked around the room, casting about for what to do. Her gaze fell on the little fridge in the corner and she took the few steps over to rummage around in it. The small freezer compartment held ice cubes wrapped in blue plastic. Perfect.

Lydia grabbed the ice and closed the freezer. Inside the fridge itself were tiny bottles of wine and spirits, rum, vodka, whiskey, tequila. Let’s not give strong liquor to unfamiliar pets in shock. That’s probably a good rule to live by. She laughed to herself, feeling the tinge of hysteria in her own mood. Colton turned his head to stare at her, she guessed he didn’t see much humour in the situation.

Instead of the alcohol, she chose a blue-green can of Sprite. The silver metal shine of the top of the can forcefully reminded her of the glint of a knife in the shadows. What if Col hadn’t been there? If she had been alone on that dark street? Would he just have made off with her purse, or… Just don’t think about it. She told herself sternly. You can worry about that later.

Lydia suddenly remembered something Carla had told her, while she was going to a dog training class with Cassie, ‘Dogs can’t eat and be afraid at the same time,’ she’d said. Perhaps that worked the same on people? She grabbed the chocolate bars, too, as well as the two upside-down glasses from the shelf next to the desk. Filling her arms with her looted treasure, she dumped it all unceremoniously on top of her own bed.

“Now, let’s see…” She grabbed one of Cory’s t-shirts and wrapped it around the bag of ice. “Here…” When she handed it to Col, he just blinked up at her, uncomprehending. “For your hand.” She clarified. When he didn’t move, she sat down next to him on the bed, making sure to still keep some distance between them. She reached out and took his large hand in hers. Even though she was prepared for Col to flinch, the sharp start he gave made her flinch too. He stared at her, mutely. She just realised that she hadn’t heard him utter a single word since the incident.

“You can speak, Col,” she said softly. “It’s okay.”

“Pets shouldn’t be on the furniture, Ma’am,” he said robotically, and she realised he wasn’t staring at her, he was staring just past her into nothingness. She was used to him averting his eyes, or making unsure eye contact. She’d never seen him look so… far away, before.

“Col?”

“I’m sorry,” he tried again, with just enough emotion for his voice to wobble. His hand was shaking in her own.

Lydia slowly moved a hand in front of Colton’s eyes, but nothing changed. He didn’t even flinch. Okay, she thought, this isn’t the time to have meaningless battles.

“Let’s go onto the floor, then,” she said, and the fact it was an order must have worked its way through Col’s haze, since he moved and obeyed. She continued holding his hand as they shifted down. It seemed like the right thing to do. Like Col was a ship that needed mooring.

Lydia had braced herself for begging, but once again she had to accept the fact that this wasn’t Coriander in front of her.

The tall man slumped clumsily down on the floor, his back against the metal frame of his bed. He wasn’t looking at her. With her free hand, she took the oddly shaped, blue lump that was made of ice wrapped in t-shirt and held it against Col’s red knuckles. Holding his battered hand steadily, she could feel slow tremors running through him, like a deep undercurrent of fear.

She decided she should keep talking to him, even if she knew she wouldn’t get much of a reply. She could be an anchor, right now. Composed and unchanging and certainly not angry.

“Were you… uh-” she faltered. What was a word for guard dog that wasn’t, well, that. “Were you trained to be defensive of your owner like that?”

“No,” Col whispered.

“Wow,” she said. “I suppose it was just- just instinct. In a good way,” she quickly clarified. Col flinched almost imperceptibly, and Lydia felt as if she’d just wedged him even further down his dark hole. He didn’t move, or speak.

She ran a finger a little further up Col’s hand, to his wrist, and felt his heartbeat hammering against her fingertip. He was eerily calm on the surface, but she could tell it was just cloaking the sheer terror he felt underneath. She tried to get into his mind. Obviously attacking a human would warrant a terrible punishment. How could she convince him that he didn’t deserve it?

“Thank you for saving me,” she said, and she meant it. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been there, Col. I’m so happy, and relieved. You were a really good boy. You didn’t hurt him any more than you had to.”

He just stared, but that was okay. She reached back up to the bed, twisting so as not to let go of Col’s hand, and picked up the chocolate bars. One for her and one for him.

She set it on the ground in front of him, explaining as she did so. “This is for you. You must be tired, after we ran all that way. I’m going to eat one too.”

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11. Lost Property

CW: non-con mention, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

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It was getting harder and harder to breathe. Colton had knelt on the floor next to the door, like an obedient slave would. Coriander’s mistress, Lydia, was busy going through one of her two suitcases. She had unclipped the metal carabiner from his collar as soon as they entered the hotel room, but she had left his collar on. The leather band felt chokingly tight around his neck.

His Master would have removed it the minute they were in the room, Col knew. That’s enough of that, he would have said. Col could almost feel his Master’s hands touching his neck to remove the collar. Gentle, warm, comparatively safe. He realised tears were pricking in the corners of his eyes. He had almost cried when he heard his Master’s voice on the phone. It felt like home.

This hotel room was definitely not like home. It looked… shiny, and quite large. There was a small bed in the corner and a large double bed in the middle of the room. A vast expanse of pure white satin sheets. The bedposts looked sturdy. He tried not to look that way, every time he did, it felt like the collar shrunk even tighter around his neck. Colton could only all too well imagine what could happen there. What this owner could do to him. Naked, spread-eagled, exposed…

Lost in thought, he finally became aware that Lydia was watching him, a displeased wrinkle between her eyes.

He straightened up his kneeling posture, carefully washing all traces of emotion off his face. He had to be good. Not all owners were as kind as his.

“Please take off your t-shirt.”

Col froze, his stomach dropping. The words were like an extension of his nightmarish fears, to the point that he wasn’t sure he had heard them at all.

“I’m… I’m sorry Ma’am. This worthless pet didn’t understand, please…” He could feel his heart speed up, the pulse of it beating hard in his ears. He was trying to buy time, he knew it, and she surely knew it too. She would make it hurt even more as punishment. Oh, god. Oh god, please, no. In his panic, he wished more than ever to be back with Master. He was alone and frightened and vulnerable. It was only now, after he’d been separated from his owner, that he realised how much more secure he felt with him.

“Please take off your t-shirt, Colton.” There was no anger in her voice, but the order was clear. They both knew she shouldn't have to ask twice. “You don’t have to be afraid. I just want to have a look, all right?”

I will make this feel good for you. A voice from the past, suddenly loud in his ears. He wanted to cry, to plead, but that would only make things worse. She was going to inspect him- see what she was working with. With shaking hands, he pulled his t-shirt over his head, exposing his upper body. He held his breath as she came closer. Even if he didn’t see it, he could feel her eyes roaming over his scarred back as if her gaze was hot like sunlight.

He was shaking so badly and it hadn’t even started. Master had never- he’d never done it. Just like he’d promised. It had been so long. Col was out of practice, he’d be bad, and he’d get himself hurt even worse for it.

“Could you hold still like this for a moment?”

He forced himself to stop trembling, only to hear the click of the camera on her phone. She had taken a picture, what for? What would she possibly do with it?

She walked around him and hunched down in front of him. He looked down, of course. Then, she reached out and put her hand under his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. She wanted to see his fear; he certainly wasn’t doing a good job of hiding it.

“Do you have any open wounds, or only scars?”

The question was unexpected. If she wasn’t satisfied, would she give him some new ones? It took him a moment to choke out the reply. “Only scars, Ma’am.”

“That is good, then.” She released her grip. “I’m sorry I scared you. You can put on your t-shirt now.”

Lydia closed the door to the bathroom and turned the lock. She felt that it was probably a good idea to give the young man some space. She had been watching him and his poor, burnt hand and it had forcefully reminded her of the first time she met Coriander. She could still vividly recall the shock of seeing his naked back crisscrossed with a mix of bloody and infected welts. Brutus had also had hidden wounds. It was a relief that Colton wasn’t in the same state, though his scars were even worse than those Coriander wore.

She wrote a quick text message to Indira, explaining what had happened. She enclosed the picture of Col’s scars. “What do you think of this?”

She knew she probably wouldn’t get a reply until later that night. Bracing herself, Lydia washed her hands. Making sure to make some noise to let the pet prepare himself before she came out of the bathroom.

“All right, Colton.” She said. “Let’s have a bite to eat.”

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