#sir you are too comfortable in the bad boy box

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i love having a criminal cam like hell yeah let me see the besties who commited atrocities together chill out

but also the fishbowl ass lens makes it look like this is a camera pointed at a feeder the resemblance is truly uncanny

florida panthers @ new york rangers game 2 | 5.24.24

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 29] First Day of School

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“Does this look okay?” Ren walks into your room with the cutest outfit imaginable. Today is the day: his first day of kindergarten. You’re nearly in tears every time you look at him, not being able to believe that your baby boy is ready to go to school. He’s so excited for it, and you don’t want to shatter it by crying 

“You look so handsome, baby. Go show your daddy.” You tell him, knowing that Satoru is downstairs trying to make Ren’s bento box perfect. You need a moment to let yourself cry and compose yourself before you drop him off. He’s just a baby, why do you have to send him to school?

Ren nods in response, and walks out of your room to go to where his father is. You take a deep breath, trying to contain yourself. It’s his first day of school, you’re not sending him off to war. It’s just hard to accept that your child is growing up so fast.

The baby that you were just carrying in your arms is going to school. You have to gather yourself, you can’t be a mess in front of Ren who is already scared of what awaits him. Satoru is going to comfort him while you figure something out.

“Hey, buddy. Are you ready?” The biggest smile comes to Satoru’s lips as he sees his son walk towards him. Satoru tries to finish the special lunch that he’s been set on making for Ren, before his son gets to him.

“I am. Waiting for mommy.” Ren answers, and it tugs Satoru’s heart. For how much longer is Ren going to call you mommy? When will it just be mom? Satoru takes a deep breath, he knew that spending too much time with you meant that your sadness would become infectious. 

“What do you want for breakfast? Cereal?” Satoru asks, and Ren nods in response. He doesn’t really care to have a more intricate breakfast, he’s not that hungry this early. 

“Will school always be this early?” Ren questions, walking over to the informal dining table that’s in the kitchen. Satoru chuckles, knowing that it gets worse from here– At least kindergarten isn’t too bad.

“It’ll always be at the same time.” Satoru answers, and he sees the frown that appears on Ren’s face. That just ruined everything for the little boy, and Satoru can’t blame him. “But hey, if you cooperate I’ll let you sleep in on Saturday and Sunday.”

“Really?” A hopeful spark appears in Ren’s eyes, and Satoru almost feels bad. He’ll do whatever will work.

“Yes sir.” Satoru smirks. Ren loves the deal, therefore he’ll cooperate as much as he has to. Satoru has this whole parenting thing under wraps. He walks over to Ren, putting the bowl of cereal in front of Ren, “Eat up, honey. You have a long day ahead of you.”

“Okay, I’m ready!” You announce, walking into the kitchen to find Satoru and Ren sitting together. Tears well up in your eyes as you see the pair and you hold your breath, 

“Actually, give me a minute.”

“Can you replay the song?” Ren asks, and Satoru wastes no time in starting the song over again and turning it up to max volume. Anything to drown out the sniffles that come from you. You’re almost at the school, you need to gather yourself. Ren can’t see you crying like this.

“Baby shark is not that sad for you to be reacting like this.”  Satoru tries to joke, which only makes you sob. He’d love to join you in the crying, but someone has to be strong for Ren. “You must really hate the song.”

“Shut up.” You tell him in complete tears. He’s trying to cheer you up but nothing is working today. You have to soothe yourself. Your son is going to be fine.

“We’re almost at the school.” Satoru announces, and Ren looks outside the car excitedly. Satoru’s word of mouth worked, and the child is more than excited to go to school. Though Satoru’s announcement is more for you, his way of telling you to gather yourself. 

“Replay the song!” Ren yells, and Satoru does as the child asks. Ren will be getting out of the car soon enough so Satoru doesn’t mind listening to the song a couple more times. 

“He’s going to be fine.” Satoru tells you, knowing that Ren is too busy listening to his song to hear what Satoru has to say.

“He’s growing up too fast.” You say, and Satoru pouts. Bringing that up makes him want to cry too but he can’t. Satoru’s already missed so much, and he’s going to miss more. But it’s fine. Ren is going to be fine, and he’s excited to go to school. 

“We’re here.” Satoru turns off the radio, handing you his handkerchief so you can clean your face. You have to control yourself for at least ten minutes, then you can cry all you want. Ren takes off his seatbelt before his face presses against the car window, looking at the surroundings. 

“It’s big.” Ren comments which earns a chuckle from the both of you. Your house is almost as big, you have no idea why he’s shocked. You take one final deep breath before opening your car door. You can hold back the tears. 

“Alright, let’s go. We’re going to be late.” You say, and Satoru fights back a smile. At least you’re putting up a strong fort.  

You get Ren out of the car, and before you begin the walk to the entrance, you take a couple of photos of the child. You’re finally able to do it without crying, so you take as much as you can. Ren with a backpack nearly twice his size and a lunchbox as big as him. He’s a Gojo, he’ll be your height in no time. 

“Were you crying?” Ren looks up at you, seeing how your eyes look puffy. The question makes you want to burst into tears again. 

“Why would I be?” You furrow your brows, trying to play it off. That’s good enough to deter Ren from questioning it any further. Ren takes your hand, and you squeeze it. “Are you excited, baby? It’s a very big day.”

“I am.” Ren smiles at you, and you melt. He’s going to have so much fun and learn new things, you shouldn’t worry. 

“Stop!” Satoru nearly yells when you’re at the entrance. You both look back at him, confused why he suddenly yells. “Let me take a picture of the two of you.”

“You don’t have to yell like a maniac next time you want a picture.” You tell him, getting ready for a picture with Ren as Satoru takes his phone out. You signal Ren to come closer, and once he’s close enough, you both smile at Satoru’s phone. 

“And for the record, I didn’t yell like a maniac.” Satoru says after he takes enough pictures of the two of you. You think you’re done, but he hands the phone to you. He wants you to do the same for him and Ren, which you have no issue doing. You might be a little late but who cares? The first day of kindergarten isn’t that big of a deal. 

“Alright you two, say cheese.” You can’t help but smile as you see your two boys share the same smile as they look at the camera. You hurry up, seeing that Ren is growing sick of taking photos. You don’t take as many pictures as Satoru did, but it’s good enough, he doesn’t need fifty variations of the same picture. 

“Alright, let’s go.” You hand the phone back to Satoru, before you open the door to the school. You’ll admit, it’s nice knowing that you won’t be stuck within the halls this time around… You do feel slightly bad for your son, but he’ll for sure enjoy it the first years. 

“Do you need help with your backpack, buddy?” Satoru asks, seeing how the end of the backpack hits the child’s calves.

“I can handle it!” Ren claims, immediately getting defensive. He’s in a space with kids his age, he has to look like a big boy. Satoru chuckles, claiming,

“I won’t take it from you, no need to answer like that.” 

You begin to get nervous as you approach the classroom. Leaving your baby alone in a classroom full of kids with a woman that you barely know is nerve wracking to say the least. Satoru looks fine, you should be more than fine as well.

“This is the classroom.” Satoru announces when you nearly walk past it. The teacher waits outside with the door open and a warm welcoming smile on her face. This is it. Satoru takes over, telling his son,  “Alright, Ren. Greet your teacher and go inside.”

“How about a goodbye first?” You say, glaring back at Satoru for sending off your child without even getting a proper farewell. Ren waves at the two of you before walking into his classroom as if you didn’t matter. You stick out your bottom lip as you look at Satoru, “He’s a big boy now.”

“Let’s get out of here before the waterworks begin.” Satoru throws his arm over your shoulder and tries to guide you outside, awkwardly waving at Ren’s teacher. He’d stick around and talk to her some more (though the emails and meet-the-teacher night should be more than enough), but he has to make sure that you don’t begin to cry outside of the classroom. 

“He doesn’t even want to say goodbye to his mommy, what have we done?” You let out a cry, and Satoru tries his best to calm you down. Teachers are outside, waiting for their respective students, he doesn’t need them staring at you. 

“How about I take you to breakfast?” Satoru asks, hoping that it’ll take your mind off crying. Truthfully, he might begin to cry too. “Heard there’s a good place around here, won’t you like to try it?”

“I’m not hungry.” You answer, your appetite completely gone from the lack of reaction from your son. Like father like son or whatever they say. 

“A beautiful face like yours has to eat, c’mon.” Satoru insists, and you sigh. Your stomach growls, giving it away. You’re hungry and you can’t deny it, but you don’t want to eat. Satoru hears it, but he knows you won’t change your mind that easily. “Fine, but I’m still stopping to get something for myself.”

“Yeah, whatever. Take me to get breakfast.” You roll your eyes. His plan has succeeded, right now you’re not crying because Ren entered his classroom without giving you a hug. 

“It’s a date.” He says, which earns a weird look from you. It makes him feel nervous, and he scratches the back of his neck before asking, “Is it a date?”

“It’s…” You begin but you stop yourself. You’re not sure. Do you want to give him that slight bit of hope that you can get back together? 

You clear your throat before telling him, “I’ll decide after.”

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Ugh I love how the Streetkid Chris AU shows his parallels and differences to Kauri so well.

I wonder if Jake may be expecting Chris to be a little more like Kauri, and how that preconception alongside Chris being a little older and having his pill dependency vs seeing the "statue boy" in the rain will change things. Jake is very nonjudgmental so I think he'd quickly adjust to taking him how he comes, but this is a much more guarded Chris than he's used to. Plus Antoni is clearly worried about him being in the home.

Also, from Anon: please forgive me for storming into your asks so soon after you've posted already. but i am sobbing please write a continuation for streetkid chris (if you want to)

Streetkid Chris AU: One | Two | Three | Four

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CW: Brief references to dubcon, heavily internalized ableism, conditioned fear response, panic attack, meltdown with stimming that causes injury, head banging

The pills kick back in about halfway through Baldur fumbling through helping Kauri to create a bed from a pullout couch. He's had some water and a handful of crackers, in the kitchen. Kauri had pulled him into the living room and moved around the space like it was his own, pulling sheets out of a closet door Baldur hadn't even noticed yet, along with pillows that he dropped unceremoniously onto the floor before he told Baldur how to take off the couch cushions and then pull the folded-up mattress on its metal frame out. Like watching paper, he thought, that you've made snowflakes out of when you open it up.

The twinge of pain he feels when the thought comes to him makes him wince. He keeps smelling something in the oven that makes his mouth water for a familiar taste he can't remember. It's locked tight back behind the white lights in his mind, and Baldur tells his thoughts to swerve away as fast as they can, to make the pain stop threatening to take over.

He's lucky.

The pills are working.

His mind is moving slow, but it's listening to him at least. It's like syrup pouring out of a bottle onto a stack of pancakes, so slow your hand is shaking with impatience, waiting for the promised sweetness that doesn't come. He feels clouded over, wading through fog, but it's a comfortable way to be. It's being good, to be like this.

Like mornings spent lying in Sir's bed, staring upwards at the ceiling or maybe beyond it, without thinking anything at all.

It's easier, this way.

Safer.

"So, there you go," Kauri says, standing back with his hands on his hips. The couch has become a cozy bed, with a half-dozen pillows and four blankets piled up high. Baldur could sleep there for days, and as long as the pills kept coming, he wouldn't even notice he wasn't moving. "Will that work? We'll have to share, though, is that okay?"

Baldur swallows. "I-I don't, um-" No. No no no. Statue boy, he reminds himself. Good boys are statue boys. Silence is better than stammering, stillness is better than what I do. His fingers twitch, just once, and then the fog of the pills smothers his fears and presses them down. The prickling energy that bursts out of him when he's sober is safely held back. He pictures his racing mind running out of air, limbs slowing, lungs expanding just once more and then no longer. "I don't mind. I... don't like to sleep alone."

"Yeah." Kauri's face briefly goes strange, like it's been emptied-out of feeling. "Me neither. Never have. Alone is-"

"-bad," Baldur finishes, in a whisper. "No one wants you."

"Right. Yeah. They taught you that, too, huh?"

"No one wants you... then you're not real," Baldur says. He can feel his handler's hand heavy on the back of his neck, like a ghost breathing against his ear.

"... Shit. I guess even the worst shit was just part of the program, huh?" Kauri stares down at the couch-bed for one long moment of heavy silence, then he inhales sharply and laughs, empty and hollow. "We're just fucking dolls in the toy store for rich idiots to pull the legs off of, aren't we? All the same, come in the same boxes-... never mind. I'm having a weird day." He shakes himself like a dog shaking off water. "Just ignore me being weird, it happens sometimes."

"Yeah," Baldur murmurs. "Me, too. Happens... to me, too." Baldur hears an echo of someone screaming in his mind - maybe himself - but the stab of pain doesn't come. He manages to smother the memory before it can come together enough to hurt him.

Kauri takes a deep breath. "Okay, so. Weirdness steadfastly ignored, we'll just settle in and then when dinner is ready-"

The front door opens, and Baldur spins on his heels, hands slipping behind his back. Position One is thoughtless, effortless, instinctive. He always met Sir in Position One or Position Two, depending on the day. Kauri, though, doesn't slip into any position - he just smiles, wide blue eyes sparkling with a warmth Baldur has never seen in him before.

The man who walks inside isn't that much older than Baldur, but he's huge. Tall, and heavily muscled, built like the handlers who could pick Baldur up like a child and force him back against the wall or onto a table no matter how he kicked or fought, until he learned not to fight any longer. He has close-cropped ashy blond hair trending towards light brown, pale skin, and his own face lights up as soon as he sees Kauri, returning the sunshine looks they give each other.

It hurts.

Baldur's never had anyone look at him like that.

"Hey, Kauri," The man says, in a deep voice that sounds like the warm summer nights when Baldur sleeps out in the park and doesn't get cold at all. Then he looks over to Baldur, still standing in careful position, and some of the warmth fades. "Woah. Who's this?"

"Friend of mine," Kauri says, and he grabs Baldur by one arm and pulls him closer, careless of how he stumbles. Once they get close enough, Baldur can smell the tall man's cologne. It's a good smell, kind of woodsy. Not at all like Sir's, which would feel like it stuck inside of Baldur until it was all he could smell. "This is Chris."

"Hey, Chris," Jake says. His smile is back in place, but it's more polite. He holds out a hand, and after a delay, Baldur realizes he's supposed to shake and sticks his hand out. "I'm Jake Stanton."

Baldur catches the way his eyes drop, seeing the barcode on the inside of Baldur's left wrist. Nothing in his expression changes at all, but something of the fizzing tension in the air does. Baldur swallows around a tightness in his throat.

Those eyes are back on him-

Oh. Jake's eyes are blue, too. Like Kauri's but not like his at all.

"WRU, Facility 001, Designation Romantic 223499," Baldur says automatically, to the unspoken question he thinks he sees there.

"You don't have to do that here," Kauri says in a rush, putting a hand on Baldur's back. "It's not like that."

"It's... always like that," Baldur says. He thinks he sees interest in Jake's face, curiosity, and maybe that's who he'll have to give his body to, to earn dinner and the couch bed to sleep on. He can do that. As long as he keeps his mind untethered from his body, he can move his hips and arch his back and make all the sounds and drift inside of himself until it's over.

"Not here," Jake says, voice deep and gentle. He won't be so bad, Baldur thinks. He'll be slow about it, not like the ones who don't care if it hurts. He won't have to lie as hard to make it believable that he enjoys it. "You don't do that here." He turns back to Kauri, and it feels like light moves behind a cloud when his eyes are off of Baldur. "Where's Nat?"

"Up in her room," Kauri says, shrugging. "And Antoni-"

"Is here," The feline-eyed man says from the bottom of the stairs. Baldur blinks, then jumps - a half-second delayed. He hadn't even heard him come down, even though the stairs are creaky in such old houses. "I can talk to you about something?" Those dark eyes briefly rest on Baldur.

There's no warmth in them.

"Huh? What's up?"

Antoni pauses. "In my room, please, Jasha."

Baldur's heart chills. Even through the pleasant fog of pills, he can hear the coldness there. And he knows it's about him, he knows it. He's done something wrong, wrong enough to be talked about. Like handlers outside his door, talking about what he did wrong and what they'll do to make him sorry. He chokes on the fear of it - consequences hurt so much. He must have been caught swaying, or touching, or making sounds that are against his rules.

"... sure, Ant. Just a sec." Jake frowns. He leaves his sneakers on a mat by the door and follows Antoni up - the stairs creak when he walks up them. They're already talking in low voices that don't quite travel.

He hears Antoni's voice, a soft, Not sure it is a good idea for him to be here.

He did something wrong.

Suddenly, Baldur can barely breathe. His vision is blurs of color, shadow and light. His fingers twitch again, and this time they don't stop. His head is full of a crashing noise that even the pills can't hold back.

He's in trouble. He did something wrong. He's in trouble, and they'll come back down and ask, Do you know what you did, darlin'? And he'll have to guess, and he always guesses wrong.

The games are always rigged for him to lose.

You don't learn any other way, sweetheart.

His breath gets halfway down his throat and stops there. It's stuck, and he wishes he was so drunk he blacked out, or so high he slept for the next few days, until whatever he's done wrong blows over and they forget to punish him, or maybe just punish him but he doesn't remember it.

His heart beats so loud inside of him, blood rushing in his ears. His eyes go to the wall, and he can quiet the chaos inside him if he can get to it, but his feet are stuck right here to the floor. He can't. He can't, it's against his rules, he has to be good, be a statue boy, be silent be still but being still hurts so fucking much when he's scared-

Kauri isn't looking at him. He watches the two men go, thick eyebrows a little furrowed. "I wonder what that's about. Antoni can be so weird, sometimes, I swear-" He breaks off and turns, looking at Baldur. He must see something there. He must see the terror in wide green eyes, the white showing all around, in the way his fingers are shaking, how he can't quite stop bouncing on the balls of his feet with the need to get to a place he can curl up and hide, or hit his head on the wall, until the chaos quiets and he can think again.

The pills are supposed to stop this.

They don't.

"Chris?"

He flinches violently backwards when he realizes Kauri is right in front of him, has somehow moved without him seeing. Those long-fingered hands are warm, palms on either side of his face. Those big blue eyes are looking right at his, reflecting him there in Kauri's pupils. When he flinches, Kauri pulls away, and Baldur misses the warmth of touch the way he used to miss darkness when he lived always under white lights.

"Hey." Kauri's voice is soft, slow and gentle. "Hey. Chris, what's wrong? Talk to me?"

There aren't words. He can feel them, there are words, but they're trapped behind teeth on top of tongue. They shift, dipping beneath the surface before he can get his mouth around them. He can't use any of them at all. His hands move, shaking, to twist and pull at the hem of his shirt, but-

No-

Have to be still-

He can't.

He can't be still. He can't be the statue boy, the fear is too strong. And if he can't be still, he'll be in even worse trouble. It's a cycle, a loop of warm ocean water sucked up into the hurricane. It's ash blocking out the sun, killing all the dinosaurs. He remembers the dinosaurs. He remembers the asteroid hit the earth, and the planet was swept by fire burning everything that survived the strike. He remembers that his mind moves like objects in space, impossibly fast and dangerous, because it isn't allowed.

"Chris?" Kauri's swimming in and out of his awareness. He knows there are hands on him, leading him to the couch bed. He feels, distantly, the softness of pillows as his back rests against them. He knows as if staring from the top of a mountain that Kauri is speaking to him in a voice like the clouds rolling in far below.

He can hear other voices, too, but they don't make it through the haze of panic. It's derailed everything. The pills aren't helping, they're making it worse. He can sense the comforting warm blanket of being high just out of reach, and instead it's all terror, overwhelming, flooding the plain.

He knows his mouth is moving.

He can hear himself, tinny and small and from a distance too far to cover, saying, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, don't be mad, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to I didn't mean to I'm sorry, please don't be mad over and over again. He tries to be still. He hits his head on Kauri's shoulder and that strikes new terror, so he hits his head harder, then he bites - he buries teeth into skin that he only belatedly realizes isn't his when Kauri makes a sound of pain.

It's a cycle.

He's circling, he's a hurricane, his mind is dangerous and his body is wrong and it has to be stopped.

He can't stop.

He wails, half a scream that he tries to catch and pull back. The sound dips and drops, it becomes a low, wordless moan, over and over and over again. It rises from the person inside of him who used to exist before he signed his life away and they wrote a new him onto the body of the old one.

He used to be someone else.

He used to be someone better.

He used to make noises like this, before they made him stop. Before they made sure he knew that rocking - he's rocking, he feels himself sway forward and back, his fingers twisting and pulling at fabric, moving and moving to calm the rising chaos and violence inside of him - would lead to pain and fear. Before they taught him to take every pill he was given until his body was quiet and still and good for them, for the handlers for Sir for anyone who wants to fuck him or put a hand on his head and make him choke.

The thick clay shell they made him build up around himself, though, has gone brittle.

It shatters.

He rocks and rocks. He hears the sounds he is making like they belong to someone else. He feels tears, hot and burning as they track down his cheeks, cooling rapidly to drip onto his shirt, onto Kauri's shirt and neck when his face buries itself there. His sounds vibrate against Kauri's scarred collarbone. His fingers are gripped into Kauri's shirt now, holding so tight the threadbare fabric rips and his fingertips brush the heat of skin beneath. There are other voices besides Kauri's, but he doesn't listen to them, he can't listen to them or the fear will rise again.

Kauri is talking to him.

His chin is on Baldur's head, and he's talking, murmuring, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, I've got you, I've got you, honey, it's okay," over and over and over again. One hand is on the back of his neck, a gentle weight that starts him falling back down to earth.

He rocks with Baldur.

The hurricane starts to wear itself out, spinning and spinning but the wind dies down. He's falling out of the eye onto the ground. The noise inside his head is agony but it's agony he can hear over and around. He doesn't know how long it's been. The rocking is gentle, endless and soothing, and Kauri's other hand rubs up and down his back like-

His mother-

Someone he can't remember used to do when he did this, a long time ago.

"It's okay. You're okay. You're okay," Kauri whispers.

There are other voices, but Baldur can't hear them or he'll be a hurricane again. He keeps his thoughts on Kauri, on the rock of their bodies together, on the weight and warmth of someone holding on to him until he can come back down to earth.

The eruption stops, the flow of rivers bright orange and red and white with heat cooling to dark, solid, safe.

His bones stop burning, his head stops pounding with the noise inside of it.

Kauri is still rocking.

"I've got you," His low voice whispers, too deep for his delicate shape and size. "I've got you, Chris. Let it out, you're okay, I've got you. I've got you."

He struggles to remember how to make the feeling inside him into words, manages to whisper, " Don't-... don't go-"

"I won't," Kauri promises. His arms are tight and strong around Baldur's shaking, skinny body. "I won't. I'm right here. I'm right here."

"What the hell-" Jake's voice interrupts. "What the hell happened?"

"Why... why is he-" That's Antoni, who wanted to talk, who was talking to Jake about him. His voice is shaking, though, his accent thick and heavy. "Why he is yelling so loud-... you can make it stop? The-... screaming-"

Baldur stiffens.

Stop.

Silent.

Still.

Be good.

Good boys are statue boys, good boys-

The thought breaks apart when he hears Kauri's voice crack loud like a whip against the tile floor. "Probably because the two of you decided to go goddamn gossip. Get the fuck out of this room before I take a cast iron to your faces, you assholes."

"Shit." That's Jake, he thinks. Baldur hides against Kauri's neck until he can't possibly see their faces. The anger, the hate, how they'll be planning his punishment.

But then... footsteps.

They leave.

They go.

Because Kauri told them to.

"Let it out," Kauri murmurs, once they're alone again. "Let it out. Whatever you gotta do, you do it. I'm staying right here."

Baldur tightens his grip on Kauri's torn shirt and starts, finally, to cry. The last of the hurricane falls as tears when the wind dies, draining the terror from him to soak into Kauri's shirt.

"I, I bit you," He whispers, when the words are there. When throat and teeth and tongue work together, finally, to form them. "I'm sorry. I... I, I bit you-"

"No worries," Kauri says, right against his ear. "Didn't even draw blood. Trust me, you're not the first guy to bite - probably not even the tenth - and you won't be the last. But, just between us... I think you're probably my favorite."

Baldur starts to cry again.

This time, it's not a hurricane at all. It's summer showers, welcome warm rain soaking into a thirsty dried-out earth. He cries until he's emptied-out of the fear, until all that's left is hollow like cracked clay warming in the sun.

Like grass growing between dinosaur bones.

He used to know about that.

Someone who lived in his head did, anyway.

But he knows about it, too.

Baldur didn't.

But... Chris does.

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[lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom]

Worst Case Scenario

Echo x Reader

Summary- After an ambush from the Empire, you, Echo, and Omega must escape by yourselves. Hunter and Wrecker sacrifice themselves to let you three live. Based on Season 2, Ep. 16

A/N- This is angst angst angst! But semi-sweet ending. Always open to constructive criticism, thank you!

Word Count- 1,837

"You know... I tried to look out for you boys... You too." Cid said, turning her gaze from Wrecker to you.

You immediately got an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Well, more than you had since Tech's fall. Tech's death... Tears threatened to prickle at the thought, but you had to stay strong. Especially being Omegas role model...

Echo had once called you her mother figure, you remember turning red. You dismissed him jokingly, but it gave you that warm feeling in your chest. You certainly loved Omega like a daughter. You don't think there is anything you wouldn't do for her.

"You've just got too much heat on you... and you brought it here... at my place of business... I had to make the best out of a bad situation..."

You didn't even listen to Wrecker's response, as you took off for Omega's room. Blaster sounds and lasers erupted.

With a hand on your side blaster, you turned the corner and slid into Omegas temporary room.

Hunter was already standing, eyes wide.

"Call for Echo." He instructed.

You had never felt so much fear. You had all been in tight situations like this before- only now you were all beaten emotionally and physically.

"Yes sir." You mustered, out of pure habit.

"What's happening?" Omega started, standing at the blaster effects.

"It's the Empire- You two take the mining tunnels to the space port and find Echo." He looked at you, understanding the reality of the situation. "I'll get Wrecker." No, he was going to stall and buy us some time. Hunter was a smart clone, he knew what he was doing.

You tried to check the comms while Hunter pushed out a box, revealing the tunnel entrance. All you heard was static on every channel.

"But you're injured! You can't fight them alone!" She pleaded.

"You two need to go, that's an order." Hunter always commanded with authority, but there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

Omega jumped to hug Hunter, squeezing his side strongly.

"I love you." She whispered.

"I love you too, Omega."

After an exchange of glances that spoke a million words, Omega started down the tunnel. You stopped for a second, turning, and rested a hand on Hunters shoulder.

"Protect her." He insisted.

"I will... And we'll find you..." You tried to stay hopeful, but it was difficult with the past few days you had.

He gave a glance down the tunnel, Omega was too far to hear his next words.

"No, you need to get her out of here." You had never seen him so demanding.

"But-" He interrupted you.

"Now. Don't look back."

You simply nodded and headed down the tunnels.

Omega stopped on the bottom platform, you jumping down behind her.

"I can't do it.." Omega started, followed by your name. She sniffed- "We already lost Tech."

"And I am not going to lose you Omega." You said, at a loss for any word of comfort. You did though, step closer.

"No, we are going back." She tried to climb up, you blocked her way.

"Let me go!" She yelled, getting more frustrated.

"Omega!" She stopped struggling and looked at you. You crouched down to be level with her.

"We have to leave and find Echo." You gently grabbed her hands in yours. "He will know what to do. Us two, we can't take on the Empire by ourselves"

"We can't leave Wrecker and Hunter!" She yelled, arms pulling back. You inhaled deeply, you didn't want to leave them either. But you couldn't help anyone if you were all dead. You knew they were after Omega, and nothing was going to stop them.

Better three dead siblings than six, you thought gruesomely.

She looked you dead in the eyes, "If it was Echo you would go back!" You bit your bottom lip. Maybe she was right... but it wasn't Echo. It was Hunter and Wrecker, the people who would be pissed if I let her try to be a hero.

"Omega, Hunter told me to protect you. That's what I'm doing." She looked up at you with big eyes, filled with tears.

"It's not fair!" She hissed, tears falling angrily.

"I know honey, but if we don't get to Echo. We will be dead." Your breath shook at your own words. They were harsh, but not far from the truth.

She let out a small sob as you enveloped her in a hug. She clung to you desperately, almost as if it would change the circumstance.

"It's not fair.." She repeated to herself in a whisper.

You did nothing but pet her hair and hold her. After a minute you gave her a light squeeze. "We have to move before the Empire finds the ship."

She sniffled but nodded in understanding.

The two of you quickly made your way out of the tunnel exits. It was just a short run to the ship yards.

You gave a quick prayer to anyone listening before trying your comms again. The Empire scrambled the channels, but hopefully a short-range signal worked. With you and Omega crouched behind The Marauder, you tried contacting Echo.

"Echo, Omega and I are by the ship. Open the ramp." You whispered quickly. You got no response. "Echo?" You tried again.

With a loud steam, the ships doors opened. You and Omega rushed in, closing it quickly.

"Echo, we need to get out of here now!" You ran to take the Co-Pilot seat.

"What's going on, where is Hunter and Wrecker?" Echo questioned, starting up The Marauder.

With a glance behind you, you saw Omega bundled into a ball in her bunk. You still kept your voice down for your next statement.

"We were ambushed, Cid sold us out. Hunter and Wrecker gave Omega and I a window to escape." Your own eyes filled with tears at the guilt. "I had to take it." You sobbed. "I had to protect Omega." You stood true to your words, but broke down into tears.

It was a lot to process for Echo. He wanted to comfort you, but had to think logically first.

"I'm going to go back, you two need to get to Pabu." Echo stated.

"No, you don't understand Echo! That's a suicide mission!" You gasped out.

With a deep swallow, you continued- "It's the Empire!"

He snapped his head around, "We've gone against them before."

"Not this many Echo..." You let out another sob. "There are too many for us." You pulled forward, both hands cupping Echos head. "Hunter and Wrecker are already dead by now." Tears flowed freely down your face. "What do we do Echo....?"

Just as you finished, blaster noises arose. You both called for Omega, feeling much safer with her in the cockpit with the two of you.

While Echo pulled the ship up to fly, Omega was already sat in the shuttle's gunner's seat. She had a twisted look on her face as she shot freely at the Empire troopers that attacked.

You took in a deep breath, one that painfully refilled your lungs.

You viciously wiped your tears away, grabbing the handles to the front blasters of the ship. With a white-knuckled grip you shot furiously. You lost your perception of time as you fired and fired.

Echo expertly dodged most of the Empires bombs and shots, but not as well as Tech would have. Another painful reminder. Three dead. Three brothers are gone. Not to mention Crosshair was probably dead as well...

The thoughts clouded you, your grip tightened on the blaster, but you stopped firing. Your breath quickened, hyperventilating. Adrenaline was starting to lose its effect, you were crashing and burning.

Echo called your name out, you didn't move until he shouted it for the third time.

You faced him slowly, hands not moving. Your eyes were wide, mouth slightly agape.

"Hey, hey." He got up out of his seat, putting his hand on top of one of yours gently.

"It's okay, they're gone... It's over..." He pulled your hands off the handles slowly. He then cupped your face with utmost care.

"We're safe... You're safe..." With his words, you looked out the glass pane. Echo had managed to launch into hyperspace. The three of you were out of danger.

Your chest still heaved, desperate for oxygen. You shot around, looking for Omega.

She was sat in her make-shift room, clutching her stuffed toy.

You looked back at Echo, locking eyes. You embraced him strongly. He was still slightly confused on the situation, but he did what he had to keep the last of his family safe.

He pulled away to press quick kisses over your face. You were still in shock and didn't kiss back- but you leaned into his touch.

He wiped tears from your face with his hand, everything felt numb. How was he still composing himself? You questioned to yourself.

With sad eyes, you looked down, a deep breath filling you.

You reached a hand up to place on him, feeling between his breast-plates. The feeling of his chest rising calmed you.

"I'm... I'm gonna go check on Omega." You choked out, hand swiping off any last tears, quickly. He nodded, hand coming up to rest on yours. You smiled half-heartedly and slowly lowered your hand.

It was a long night of holding and rocking Omega. After the high of battle drifted away she was hysterical. Her cries were only muffled by your chest, which she clung to. You held yourself together, somehow.

When she had finally cried herself to sleep, you laid her down. Making sure that Lula, her Tooka doll, was close by.

You returned to Echo with a shaky breath. He held his arms open, an invitation for you to join him in his seat.

You took it and lowered yourself into him, melting with his touch. His arms closed around you, hand resting on your hip.

"What the hell now..." You commented, void of any emotion. You were worn out.

He thumbs the skin around your waist. "We can head to Pabu. Get resources, contact Rex, maybe even stay."

Your face scrunched up at this, you hated Pabu. Everything and everyone had a happy-go-lucky attitude. But, it didn't matter what you thought anymore. All you and Echo needed to think about is what was best for Omega.

"Or not stay, we will see what happens." He practically read your mind.

"I don't care what we do, as long as Omega is happy and safe." You glanced back at her, still sleeping.

"You need to be happy and safe too." He said, thinking about Omega and you.

You swallowed, looking down at the floor.

"So do you..." You raised your gaze to meet his. "What would make you happy, Echo?"

"Don't worry about me, you've got your hands full already." He kissed the crown of your head.

"You take care of me, I'll take care of you." You said snuggling closer to his chest.

"And we'll both take care of Omega."

A/N- Thank you so much for reading! I've never written any kind of angst or wump before, thanks for bearing with me! Tags- (lmk if you want to be tagged as well!) @thethreeeyed-raven @knight-of-flowerss

[gaiathemexicanbeauty]

UHM

Boss

Can I have headcanons of the Mad Dog of Shimano watching his crush play with a toddler and he realizes he's in love </3

Boss <\3

majima crush headcanons

warnings: mention of alcohol but mostly dumb fluff! :3

reader is gender neutral! :D

idk who ur calling boss but if its me HEYYY SIR YES SIR I CAN WRITE FOR YOU 🫡

also i know you only asked for the crush with a toddler but this will be just a general crush headcanon list as well!

thanks so much for requesting! i’m steadily getting through the requests i have but make sure to check out my ask box! thanks for reading! <3

i think if majima had a crush on someone i feel like he wouldn’t really know it at first, he is most definitely the “we look like a couple of besties” guy but not on purpose

that or he’s completely ignorant and when (if you ever do) tell him, he’s like “????? REALLY??”

BUTTTT!! when he finally realizes it, he is so distraught; he’s the guy that thinks about it at night and he’ll toss and turn before finally laying on his back

he stares at his ceiling with his fingers intertwined over his stomach before he growls and gets out of bad to go out and find something to do to get rid of the giddy feeling in his stomach (he wouldn’t tell you that, though, he punches anyone who insinuates he has a crush)

so he obviously doesn’t tell you when he has a crush on you

and i think when the two of you are alone, he feels a lot less inclined to be all “HEHEHE HAHAAH IM CRAZY AND INSANE” to impress you but he’ll act funny when you’re in a bad mood

had a really vivid image of you and majima maybe at one of those rooftop bars or maybe ur just on a rooftop hanging out (for whatever reason) and you’re telling majima all about your day and how you need a drink but you may as well have stopped talking bc he wasn’t paying attention, he was looking at you and taking in the view of the moon and the way it was shining on you; not that you would really notice bc of the completely unbothered front that he puts on

i think seeing you with a kid is what really reels him in, though, he’s almost scared of the way his heart leaps in his chest

you and him probably head for a park (there’s like two in kamurocho if i remember correctly, it’s been a long day guys) after a night on the town

majima is laying on a bench with his arm over his eyes while you sit by his feet and change your shoes for something more comfortable before a toy runs into one of your shoes and knocks it over

“hey, you got in the way of my car! you’re sitting on my tunnel!” a shrill voice says, running up to the bench you are sitting at and snatching the car away.

majima has most definitely woken up from his very light state of sleep, one of his arms hanging off the side of the bench and the other laying on his stomach as he watches you start to playfully argue with the kid

and he regrets it

he doesn’t say anything while he watches you make a “racetrack” (it’s really only sticks that you and the boy can find around the park) with the small boy, he’s afraid he’ll spit up a butterfly or something from how many are flying in his stomach right now

you’ll occasionally look up to see what majima is doing and he’ll feign disinterest, picking at his nails or something to make it seem like he totally he wasn’t looking at you

“MISTER! DO YOU WANNA PLAY TOO?!” the boy shouts from inside the slide, making majima sit up as you shrug your shoulders at him and gestures for him to join you two

and how could he say no to that?

the three of you spend what only feels like a couple of minutes making the rest of a racetrack before a group of small boys catch the small boy’s attention and he leaves\

“you sure can hold your own with a kid.” majima mumbles from behind you, sitting down in the exit of the slide and leaning back on his hands

“what can i say? kids like me.” you say, shrugging softly before you crouch down to majima’s height inside the slide

you boop him on the nose with your finger which makes him jump before you say “which is probably why its so easy to be around you.”

majima’s face goes beet red before he swats your hand away, making you giggle as he grumbles about how he ‘hates’ you

IM SORRY IF THIS WAS LITTLE TOO LONG AND MAYBE WASNT WHAT YOU ASKED FOR HELPPP 

i reallly tried to make it obvious that he had a crush on you but imo, majima himself isn’t the kind of guy to be really obvious about who he likes unless he’s drunk

but either way, i got so excited to write this and had so much fun! :D i hope you enjoy it! <33

[hannahshattuck]

Title: Actions Have Consequences  Ship: Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers Rating: Explicit Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern, CEO Steve Rogers, Bodyguard Bucky Barnes, Age Difference, Steve is 28 and Bucky is 38, Slight Pet Play, Collars, Sex Toys, Dom/Sub, BDSM, Kneeling, Sir Kink, Blindfolds, Subspace, Punishment, Facefucking, Blowjobs, Shower Blowjobs, Oral Sex Summary: After everyone left the floor at the end of the day, Bucky locked the door to Steve’s office.

“Kneel.”

Steve pushed away from his desk and walked around it. His knees hit the floor with a thunk. Bucky gripped his chin and titled his head up. Steve could see the tension in Bucky’s jaw and he knew exactly why he was here.

He disrespected his dom.

Written for Hot Bucky Summer with @buckybarnesevents​. Also in combination with Alternate Juneiverse 2023. 

Juneiverse Connect Four Square: C1 - Boss/Employee

Steve whined as his dream slowly faded away. Totally not cool. It was a very nice dream too. A very nice dream. Dream Steve was laying on his stomach while Dream Bucky kissed down his spine towards his ass. Dream Bucky spread Dream Steve’s cheeks and-oh. This is real now. Steve moaned as he felt Bucky’s tongue prod his aching hole. The night before was spent taking Steve out of his head by seeing how many times he could come untouched. Bucky used everything. Dildos, prostate massagers, anal beads, vibrating butt plugs, and Bucky’s fingers and his cock. Needless to say Steve’s poor asshole was very sensitive this morning.

Steve moaned again as Bucky started sucking at his hole. He pushed his hips into the mattress to try and get some stimuli to his own cock but Bucky yanked Steve by his hips so his knees were under him.

Bucky draped himself over the man under him and nibbled at his ear, “Good morning, Pup.”

Steve smiled, eyes still closed, “Good morning, Sir.”

“How’s my little puppy today?”

“Sore,” Steve mumbled as Bucky rutted his clothed cock against Steve’s ass. Bucky must have put underwear on before he went to bed after Steve passed out from the many orgasms.

“Mmm. Too sore to wear a plug today?”

Steve slowly rolled onto his back which caused Bucky to sit on his knees next to Steve. Steve opened eyes, “Not really. But I have that boardmeeting later today. So,” Steve sat up slowly and brought his knees to his chest, hugging his arms around them, “Could I not wear a plug? I don’t want to risk my mind slipping during it.”

Bucky scooted closer to Steve and wrapped his arms around the man. “Of course, Pup.” He placed a kiss on Steve's temple. “I completely forgot that it was today.” Bucky crawled out of bed and went over to the dresser where they kept all their kink stuff. The top drawer held smaller dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, handcuffs, rope, and a velvet box that held something special for Bucky’s boy.

“So, since no to the plug,” Bucky grabbed the box and sat on the edge of the bed, facing the headboard. “How about this instead?”

Steve crawled over then took the velvet box and observed it. It's a narrow rectangle which clues Steve in that whatever is in it, is either a bracelet or a necklace. When he opened it, his breath caught in his throat. Laid nicely in the box is a chain with a circle on one end and a bar on the other. The item looked like a necklace but Steve knew it was a collar, a day collar to be exact.

“I’ll put it on you after we shower, okay?” Bucky grabbed Steve's face and kissed his nose. “We’ve talked about incorporating kink into our everyday lives and since your poor little hole is sore,” Steve playfully glared at Bucky causing the dom to chuckle, “I figured we could start with this. As far as I know, no one other than Sam and Nat are into kink so to everyone else it would just look like a necklace. If you don’t want to wear it, that’s completely okay. I want you to feel comfortable and safe, Pup.”

Every time Bucky called him ‘Pup’, Steve got a twisty feeling in his stomach. Not a bad twisty feeling, a good one. Where any missing pieces were filled when Bucky called him ‘Pup’.

“I trust you, Sir. I want to wear it.” Steve straddled Bucky’s lap the best he could with how they were positioned on the bed. “If at any time throughout the day I feel uncomfortable, I promise I’ll use my safeword.”

Bucky gripped Steve’s hips, “What’s your safeword?”

“Eagle if we’re alone or around Tasha and Sam. And ‘Mister Barnes’ if there’s others.”

Bucky smiled up at his boy. “Good boy.” Bucky grabbed each cheek of Steve’s ass and squeezed. Steve gasped and pushed his hips forward causing his dick to rut against Bucky’s abs. Bucky leaned forward to lay the other man back down on the bed and kissed his neck. Steve moaned as his Sir reached the spot that made him melt. The dom pulled away before he left a mark, “Get your ass to the shower and I might let you suck me off before we go.”

Steve scrambled out of bed so fast, his feet got tangled in the blankets. Luckily, Bucky grabbed him around the waist before Steve could faceplant. Steve slowly looked over his shoulder and smiled sheepishly when he saw Bucky’s raised eyebrow. He extracted his feet from the blankets and walked fast to the en suite so he could get the shower ready for them. Steve wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to service Bucky. That would be insanity!

Steve turned on the shower and as the water warmed up, he grabbed towels from the shelf above the toilet. He set them on the counter and stripped his clothes off. Steve felt Bucky’s arms wrap around his waist and the dom kissed the sub’s neck.  Steve relaxed into Bucky’s hold as the heat from the shower warmed up the small room making it a comfortable temperature to be naked. Bucky walked both of them to the shower and opened the door. One amazing thing about Steve owning his own company, and being “hella rich” as Bucky says, is that they can have a shower big enough to fit both of them and have room to spare.

Steve groaned in contentment as the warm water cascaded down his chest. Bucky ran his hands across the other man’s chest, tweaking Steve’s nipples as Bucky's fingers passed them. Steve sighed as one of Bucky’s hands went lower and grabbed his dick. Bucky slowly stroked Steve and smirked as he felt Steve’s dick harden in his grasp. Bucky then turned Steve around and grabbed him by the back of the head, kissing him hard.

Steve whimpered into the kiss as Bucky nipped at his bottom lip. Bucky then gently pushed Steve down to make him kneel on the shower floor. The hot water pelted Steve’s back which only aided in making him hot and bothered. Bucky tangled his fingers in Steve’s hair and pulled. The blond’s head snapped back and his mouth opened with a moan.

“Tongue out, Pup.”

Steve stuck his tongue out and Bucky fed him his hard dick. The kneeling man closed his eyes as the taste of his lover filled his mouth. The thick, long cock that stretched him out deliciously when Bucky fucked his ass, was now pushing his mouth to the limit. Steve’s lips were stretched tight and his tongue teased the vein on the underside of Bucky’s cock.

“Yes.” Bucky threw his head back and tightened his grip on Steve’s hair. He slowly thrusts his hips, hitting the back of Steve’s throat making the other man choke. “That’s right. Choke on my cock, Pup. Choke on your Sir’s cock.”

Steve moaned, sending vibrations through Bucky’s cock. He looked up at Bucky through watery eyes. He loved being choked on his Sir’s cock and if he didn’t have a meeting today, Steve would call out sick just to warm Bucky dick all day.

“I’m gonna fuck your face now. You just sit there and look pretty.” Bucky patted Steve’s cheek before gripping the blond hair with both hands and snapped his hips making the other man gag. Bucky growled as Steve’s throat spasmed around his dick with each thrust. Seeing the blond’s eyes water only made Bucky’s dick harder. The brunet loved pushing his Pup’s limits but was aware to not push them too much.

Steve loved choking on his Sir’s cock. His air being cut off only aided in the floaty feeling he felt whenever that delicious cock touched his tongue. Steve closed his eyes and just let Bucky fuck his throat. The moment they left their house, Steve had to be in boss mode. He had to run his company and tell his employees what to do. But right now, he can just enjoy being a fucktoy for Sir.

“I’m gonna come. Swallow it all.” Bucky growled as his release flowed down Steve’s throat. He threw his head back as Steve swallowed around his dick. He thrusted slowly, milking every last drop into Steve’s mouth. “That’s good. That’s my good Pup.” Bucky pulled out and Steve looked up with a dopey smile on his face. Bucky cupped Steve’s cheek and ran his thumb across the kneeling man’s lips. He leaned down to look closely at Steve’s eyes to see if he slipped into subspace.

“I’m clear, Bucky. I promise.” Steve using his name gives Bucky the confidence that Steve is clear headed. “Just happy.”

“I’m glad,” Bucky chuckled. “Let’s get washed up. Up you go.” Bucky helped Steve stand slowly since he was kneeling for a while. “Slowly.” Bucky said when Steve’s knees gave out a little bit. One Steve was standing and his legs didn’t feel numb or anything, Bucky grabbed the soap and started washing them both.

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“Mister Rogers, if you’d just consider-“

“Consider what? Being like every other big company who jacks up their prices for no reason? Absolutely not.”

“But it wouldn’t be for no reason.”

“And what would be the reason, Mister Thompson? Please enlighten me.” Steve glared at the man on the other end of the conference table. The board members talked about raising the prices of the smaller businesses Steve’s company owns, one of these businesses being a pharmacy that is known for providing affordable medications for their customers. A cause close to Steve’s heart when his own mother couldn’t afford her medications.

“Raising the prices would give us the ability to bring in more profit in order to fund-“

“Mister Thompson, let me stop you there.” Steve raised his hand with a sigh. “What I’m hearing is you only care about deepening your pockets.”

Thompson looked at Steve incredulously. “No. What I’m saying-“

“Oh no I know exactly what you’re saying.” Steve stood up and placed his hands on the table leaning his weight on the table. “You want us to be like every jackass.”

“Mister Rogers, that language-“

“It’s my company I can talk however the fuck I want.” Steve noticed Bucky take a step toward him. With how irritated Steve is with this board meeting, Bucky might have to jump in.

“Steve.” A voice to his right grabbed his attention. He looked at his right hand woman, Natasha. “Let him finish.”

“Nat, he wants us to make it impossible for people to get the stuff they need. The first business he wants to raise prices is the pharmacy!”

“That’s our most profitable business.” Thompson mentioned.

Steve snapped his gaze to the man, “So you are admitting you’re just like everyone else.”

“I-“

“Mister Rogers. Why don’t we take a break?” Bucky stepped between Steve and Natasha’s chairs.

“No.”

“Mister Rogers, if I may…” Bucky started.

“I’m not done with this meeting so shut it..” Steve turned to Bucky and got in his face. Steve saw the tick in Bucky’s jaw which meant he was in trouble but he didn’t care. “Now go back and be a good little guard dog so I can finish this meeting.”

“Sir, I believe it’s in the best interest of everyone if this meeting was concluded at a different time.” Bucky narrowed his eyes.

“I pay you to protect me, not for your opinion. So shut it and stand back.” Steve growled.

Sam, Natasha’s assistant, gasped quietly. Never has he seen Steve act like that towards Bucky in any way. He looked over at Nat, his dom, with a questioning look. She looked towards the door silently telling Sam to open so she could dismiss the meeting.

“Mister Thompson, Mister Rogers and myself will discuss this proposal. Now everyone, if you’d would follow Mister Wilson he will walk you out. We are done for today.” Natasha’s steely gaze left no room for argument. All the board members followed Sam while Nat made sure Steve and Bucky weren’t going to kill each other.

“We’re fine, Nat.” Bucky then lowered his voice. “It seems like someone needs to learn some manners.” Steve swallowed but continued to glare at Bucky.

“Just don’t hurt him.” Nat whispered as she left the conference room.

Bucky and Steve went to Steve’s office with Bucky leading the way. To other employees, it would seem the bodyguard is his job of protecting his client. However, Steve knew this was Bucky’s way of taking dominance back. The day collar under Steve’s shirt was feeling too warm all of a sudden.

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After everyone left the floor at the end of the day, Bucky locked the door to Steve’s office.

“Kneel.”

Steve pushed away from his desk and walked around it. His knees hit the floor with a thunk. Bucky gripped his chin and titled his head up. Steve could see the tension in Bucky’s jaw and he knew exactly why he was here.

He disrespected his dom.

Even though Steve is the boss outside their home, there is an unspoken agreement that Steve still respects Bucky. Today though? He didn’t.

He was rude to his dom. But that’s not it, no. Not only was he rude, Steve went off on Bucky in front of board members and their friends Sam and Natasha, the only two who know about Steve and Bucky’s lifestyle.

But the cherry on top? Steve used his position as Bucky’s employer against him.

“I pay you to protect me, not for your opinion. So shut it and stand back.”

The words kept bouncing around Steve’s mind ever since. Natasha, being Steve’s right hand woman, dismissed everyone while Bucky glared at Steve and Steve met him with the same fire in his eyes.

Now, here the two men are. Alone, at the end of the day, on the seventeenth floor of the high rise Steve’s company owns with Steve kneeling, being forced to look up at his dom. The kneeling man felt his eyes start to well up but help back the tears because he didn’t want Bucky thinking Steve was trying to get pity.

“Do you know why we’re here?” Bucky asked lowly.

“Yes, Sir. I disrespected you.” Steve answered unprompted. Sometimes when Steve was in trouble, Bucky had to pull the reason out of Steve but now it seems like the blond is hoping his punishment could be lessened.

“That’s right. Not only in front of the board members,” Bucky let go of Steve’s chin and walked to the drawer in the desk where they kept some small toys. “But also in front of a fellow dom.”

Steve lowered his head and looked at his hands resting on his knees, “I know, Sir. I’m sorry.” Steve’s voice cracked on the apology.

Bucky came over and knelt in front of Steve and cupped his face with both hands. “Baby, look at me.” Steve raised his eyes to meet Bucky’s. A tear slipped down his cheek which was brushed away by Bucky’s thumb. “I’m not angry. Disappointed but not angry. The meeting was getting heated and that’s why I suggested a break.” Bucky leaned forward to kiss the other man’s forehead. “Even though I’m disappointed, I understand why you lashed out. But because we’ve talked about this beforehand, I still need to punish you, okay?” Steve nodded and closed his eyes. He knew whatever punishment Bucky chose would be fair.

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky placed one more kiss on Steve’s forehead before standing up with a groan. He went back to the desk and grabbed the items he pulled out. He went over to the small couch Steve has in his office and sat down. He took one of the pillows, which was actually a kneeling cushion, and set it on the floor in front of him. “Come here, Pup.”

Steve shuddered with Bucky calling him ‘Pup’. It did two things. One, it showed the scene was starting and two it calmed Steve. He stood up and walked over to Bucky. The dom instructed him to take off his shoes, suit jacket, tie, and button down, leaving him shirtless with the day collar around his neck and in his pants and socks.

“Look at me,” Bucky commanded. The sub looked down at his dom from where he was standing in front of the couch. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to blindfold and you will be on speech restriction. I’m also going to use your tie and bind your hands behind you. Understand so far?”

Steve nodded, “Yes, Sir.”

Bucky smiled, “Good Pup. I want you to think about how you could have told me to back off in a way that would have been more respectful. When you think you have come up with something, you’re going to drop the bell.” Bucky held up the medium sized bell they used as a non-verbal safeword whenever Steve’s mouth was occupied. “In this scene, the bell is not you safewording to end the scene. It’s there to let me know you’ve thought about not only your actions but what you could have said. Understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky ran his hands up the back of Steve’s legs and cupped his ass. “You’re gonna kneel on the cushion facing away from me. When I put the blindfold on, bind your wrists, and hand you the bell, speech restrictions start.” Bucky caressed Steve’s ass. “Do you need anything before we start? Bathroom? Water?”

Steve went through his mental checklist of his body. “No, Sir. I’m good.”

“Okay, Pup. Kneel for me.”

Steve turned around and knelt facing away from Bucky. The dom grabbed Steve’s tie and gently pulled his arms behind him. The feeling of the silk tie being looped around his wrists and pulled tight, but not too tight, already quieted Steve’s mind a bit. Bucky slipped two of his fingers in between the tie and Steve’s skin to make sure his circulation wouldn’t be cut off.

“Blindfold now.” Bucky slipped the silk eye mask over Steve’s head and leaned around to check it was over his eyes and not blocking his nose. “Okay. Here’s the bell. Speech restrictions start now.” Bucky made sure Steve had a firm grip on the bell before letting go. If Steve didn’t drop the bell by the fifteen minute mark, Bucky was going to call it. He didn’t want Steve to do damage to his knees.

Bucky saw the moment the blond’s mind settled. His shoulders relaxed and his head tipped forward, the only change in his posture. Bucky relaxed into the couch as he watched his sub in case he needed to end the scene at any moment. His phone vibrated in his pocket but he ignored it. Bucky’s focus needed to be on the blond throughout the whole scene.

Ten minutes went by before Steve dropped the bell, signaling he thought about his words. Bucky grabbed the bell and set it on the couch before going to stand in front of Steve. The dom removed the blindfold and the sub blinked rapidly, letting his eyes adjust back to the lighting of the office. Bucky made a mental note to buy a lamp or two so there’s dimmer light if he blindfolds Steve at the office again.

“Hi, Pup.” Bucky smiled down at Steve.

“Hi, Sir.”

Bucky gently tugged on the day collar which caused Steve’s eyes to flutter. “Did you think of something else you could have said?”

“Yes, Sir,” Steve nodded. “May I sit on the couch though?”

“Absolutely.” Bucky untied Steve’s wrists and helped him stand. “Slow.” Steve gripped Bucky’s arms and slowly stood up. Once they were both sat on the couch, Steve turned to Bucky.

“When you suggested a break, I could have said I wasn’t ready for one or accept that one was needed. I also shouldn’t have pulled rank and told you to stand back.” Steve looked down at his lap and fiddled with his fingers. “I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t want to have that meeting the moment Thompson’s proposal started with raising prices. I just don’t want people to end up like how Ma did.” Steve sniffled as he thought about how his mom couldn’t afford her medication towards the end of her life due to price raises.

Bucky scooted close and rubbed Steve’s back. “I know, baby. But here’s the thing. You’re the one who makes the final decision. It’s up to you. If Thompson can’t accept that, then maybe he needs to not be working for you anymore.” Bucky put a finger under Steve’s chin and lifted his gaze. “But that’s a conversation between you and Nat. And right now, what we need to do is get you dressed and then go home. We’ll order in for dinner and we’ll just hang out, okay? Not thinking about work or anything. Does that sound good, honey?” Bucky brushed the hair that fell on Steve’s forehead out of the way.

Steve nodded. “Yes it does. Can I wear your sweatshirt when we get home?” Steve loves to wear an old college sweatshirt of Bucky’s especially after a scene.

The dom leaned forward and kissed his sub’s nose. “Absolutely baby.”

Both men worked together to get ready to go home. They made sure everything in Steve’s office was put away and made their way out. Once in the parking garage, Bucky opened the passenger side for Steve with a kiss to the blond’s cheek. Bucky got in the driver’s side after he made sure Steve was settled in the passenger seat. All the way home, the two held hands and sang along to the radio enjoying each other's company and forgetting the stresses of the day.

[yukii0nna]

Children of ashes

For @shiningharmony

In Tokyo,20xx

A young man with green hair and a black suit was wandering the alleys of Sparta City. He looked deep into an alley and saw two children. Curious he called out to them

"You both can come out now. I wouldn't hurt you. I even have food." He holds out a box of donuts.

Two children come out,one boy with dark skin and red hair and one girl with black hair and purple strikes. They both look about 7. They were also ragged and hungry,as both of them didn't have anything to eat in a while. The boy especially looked eager for the sweets.The girl, on the other hand,looked suspicious at the offer.

"Why are you giving us food?" The girl asked with doubt.

The man said calmly "Because you look hungry of course. Besides I ordered too many donuts."

They both take the box and run. The man shouts"Where are you going?"

The children stop in shock. The boy starts to ask"You actually care?"

The man answers with a smile"Of course". The boy walks to him"Thank you Sir" . The man smiles"

"So what happened to you 2 kids to be out here? Where are your parents"He asked them neutrally.

Tears streamed down the girl's face and the boy was holding back his. The man continued to pry"Come on, you can tell me".

"They're dead !!killed by bad people.. " the boy said with tears in his eyes.

The man looked sympathetic" Who are the bad people,?"

The boy looked unsure if he should talk . The girl, realizing the unease in her friend,looked around to see if anyone was listening. When she was sure ,she spoke" Fiona Veron sir ,she killed my parents and is planning on finding me and stealing my body."

The man nods "and the boy?" He asked with intrigue. The boy kept quiet and looked scared. Come on, little one.

"You can tell me, I'll keep you safe"the man said softly.

"It was the Trix"the boy whispered. "What was that little one" the man asked. After all, I wouldn't be able to here you if you don't speak up."he said staring into the boy's eyes."It. Was.The.TRIX!! They did it,and killed my whole apartment too!!! All for some dumb flute!!!! " The boy shouted ,tears now rolling down his cheeks.

The man decided to comfort the children"there , there, it's okay". The man then said "Do you know why it happened?"

The children kept quiet,not knowing what to say.

"It's because those people are monsters,in human skin,they are all you know? They act as if they are kind but in reality,they are all evil. The fact they can live on earth is a crime in it off it's self"

The children nodded" I could give you a place, you both can thrive but you will have to serve me loyalty" said the man.

The boy then said" We can do it!!! Please!!! Just give us a home".

"Good,know what your names are?" The man asked in a calm demeanor. "Nistro!" Said the boy. " Dextra! Sir!! Said the girl. The man smiled

"Nice to meet you, I'm Mr Heartland,you will call me sir " the kids nodded ,happy to have a home. Mr Heartland then said"Follow me I'll get you out of this awful place". The children smiled and did what they were told.

"Now don't worry little ones. You'll be safe. As long as you obey every word I say,of course".

@insomniac-jay @gritsandbrits @marrondrawsalot

[egittae]

He doesn’t need a father, truly, while his still lived and mourned, but he still has a double-take when he passes by the sign. He leaves, at first- surely that pang was merely guilt, and nothing else. Then, he passes by again, and even if he doesn’t turn to see the sign, he knows it is there. A third time is all it takes before he returns with a pen and paper, hesitantly stopping just beyond an imagined edge around the other man.

“Sir, I… if I could ask for some advice?” Actually, this was a bad idea. “I’d… like to write a letter home, but I haven’t seen my father in several years- I don’t know what to say.”

He pauses. The sign did not include his situation. “That is, of course, if that’s alright with you…”

That voice was familiar, even if he couldn’t recall the student’s face too well. But it was so familiar in fact that it almost brought a knowing smile to the professor’s face as he quietly wondered when they could have met before and yet seemed unable to see each other’s faces. The ball was the first idea that came to mind due to that whole magic masquerade realm thing. He had talked with a few masked people here and there, though one stood out among the rest.

Alas, he’d think about that later. 

The request was unique, not one he had been expecting so far, but it made Lambert smile regardless. “A letter, that is? But of course, we may tackle it together.” Patting down on the box next to him, he motioned for the boy to sit by his side so they could brainstorm a little- and so he could also think of what to say for himself. 

Then, he paused for a moment- but halted his line of thought with a small smile. “The easiest way to proceed…would be to simply tell him about yourself in the present day. How life has been treating you, how you have grown and continue to, your hopes and plans for the future. If you have not seen him in so many years, I am sure he would be pleased to be put on the same page as you are, currently. Then, you may ask the same of him.”

A short, warm laugh. “I mean, if I had not seen my child in so many years, I would be delighted to know how they are doing at the moment. It should be within any parent’s interest to know of their child’s whereabouts.” Lambert then eyed Elffin more carefully. “Though, I must ask you something. Something fairly simple, however you may take your time to ponder over it.”

“Is there anything special you wish to tell him?” Something that happened? Someone you’ve met? Something you’ve done? Something he had done that has had an effect on you? A thank you? Or a word of comfort?

He simply allowed Elffin to decide which, remaining by his side patiently.

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #81

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please enjoy.

Read the rest of The Frank Program here on Tumblr!

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is The Frank Program! According to these here anal-lickits, most of y’all out there are more the gentlemen type than the lady type, so to attract more of the feminine persuasion, I’m happy to announce today’s guest: ‘heart-throb’ comedian, James Siegfried! Welcome to the show, sir.”

Siegfried smirked and leaned into the microphone. “Thank you so much for having me. I just flew in from Florida, and boy are my arms tired!”

A laugh track emanated from the corner of the room. Daryl held a box with several buttons on it, the first of which he had just pressed.

“Daryl,” Frank growled, “What the hell are you doing over there?”

“It’s okay, Frank, it’s okay. I asked him to do that. Laughter makes me more comfortable.”

“Ah, I get it,” Frank said. “From your time in that sitcom way back when.”

“Exactly. It helps me get into the flow. The sad thing is, nowadays I need that little machine even when I do stand-up.”

“People aren’t laughing?”

“People aren’t laughing. They’re afraid to laugh because nowadays, you can’t joke about anything without being called awful, vile, things by people with no social lives who spend all their time on the internet.”

“And that stops you from making jokes?”

“Of course not! I’m not afraid of them. But I am afraid of what it’s doing to my art form. Other comedians cave in and crack jokes that make people laugh. I refuse to stoop so low.”

Frank gave Sigfried a military salute. “You’re doin’ God’s work, son.”

“I’m telling you, my joke about the Queen being a transvestite would have killed in the nineties. In fact, that’s when I wrote it.”

The laugh track played.

Siegfried looked at Daryl, annoyed. “That wasn’t a joke.”

“Now, I’ve got a quick question for you…” Frank picked up one of about a dozen boxes of Toaster Turnovers from the table. “What’s with all the frozen breakfast food? Marketing deal?”

“No, not at all, they’re not paying me a dime.”

“So you paid for all these?”

He shrugged. “I like them.”

Daryl interjected. “We have a freezer in the back room, if you don’t want ‘em going bad.”

Frank frowned. “Shut the hell up, Daryl.”

Prerecorded booing played from Daryl’s corner.

“Anyway,” Siegfried continued. “My new comedy movie, which is in theaters now, is about the invention of these little treats! It touches on other snacks too. Plus a lot of breakfast cereal, which I’ve always been a big fan of.”

“With all due respect, Mr. Siegfried, that sounds like a commercial.”

“No, no, no, we didn’t get permission from the company to make the film. It’s not a commercial. It’s satire.”

“Fascinatin’. So you make fun of their products?”

“Not really. Everyone likes their products. More of the humor comes from ‘what-ifs’ - like, if they made bran cereal without the raisins, or unfrosted flakes - or if the slogan for orange juice was some kind of sexual innuendo.”

“They do make those things,” Daryl said.

“Those are just examples. There’s a subtlety to the humor, and an intelligence to it, and I think that’s why a lot of people don’t get the joke.”

“It sure doesn’t sound offensive to me,” Frank said. “Are people these days really so sensitive?

“Don’t worry, Frank, we didn’t forget to push boundaries. There are at least three jokes about fruit.”

“Fruit?”

“You know, the queers. The gays. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but they need to learn to laugh at themselves.”

The laugh track played.

Siegfried turned to look at Daryl. “Can you really not tell when I’m making a joke? That was not a joke.”

“You say everything like it’s a joke. I thought maybe that was why people laughed at you?”

Siegfried sighed and took a box of Toaster Turnovers from the table. “I’m taking a break.”

Daryl played the ‘awww’ sound as the door slammed.

Frank huffed. “Well, that’s just great. He went out the door to the parking lot. Thanks a lot, Daryl.”

He played the applause sound.

“I’m gonna smash that thing. Anyway, folks, since it doesn’t look like our guest is coming back, this has been The Frank Program. Thank you for letting me be Frank with you.” He took off his headphones and threw them to the ground. “Get over here Daryl! Goddamn it! Every fucking day with you! I swear to the God you don’t believe in, I brought you into this world and I can take you -”

[kiddoryder]

Spoiler Sam

Charlie and the others Hazbin try to stop a sinner from spoiling upcoming movies. Things sure happen!

Commission for @dustinlaughlin

It was another typical day in Hell. The Hazbin Hotel crew were doing another rehab activity thought up by Charlie, one that everyone would positively groan and despise doing. Today's activity was community service. Specfically, everyone was going around Pentagram City picking up litter and trash left out on the streets.

Angel - *annoyed* “Princess, why do we have to do this? We have wind, it can easily blow away the shit.”

Charlie - “Wind doesn't clean up the streets, Angel. It just make litter crumble up together to make an even bigger mess. As princess of Hell, it is my sacred duty to keep my kingdom nice, healthy, and clean.”

Angel - “Then why drag us along?”

Charlie - “It will help you build good character. Plus it will show other people that you care about Hell and the environment.”

Vaggie - “Plus half of this mess is also yours since you have a habit of littering everywhere.”

Blitz - “Yeah. Even at the hotel.”

Niffty - “I don’t mind cleaning up. It’s one of my favorite hobbies!”

Husk - “Because that's what you normally do, other than being creepy.”

Niffty - “And liking bad boys! Don't forget about that one.”

Sir Pentious - “I have a quessssstion? Why isn't Alasssstor working with us?”

Everyone turned to see Alastor simply sitting on a chair while sipping a cup of coffee.

Alastor - “Simple my good man: I don’t like getting my hands dirty.”

Liz - *surprised* “You know, I legitimately thought that he was going to say that he's supervising.”

Alastor - “And I’m doing that also.”

Liz - *sighs* Why am I not surprised. *to Charlie* So Cuz are we get paid to do this?”

Angel - “I certainly hope so. Val has been deducting my pay and I need the extra cash.”

Vaggie - *deadpanned* “For what? Drugs? Porn magazines? Sex toys? Any other useless disgusting stuff?”

Angel - *annoyed* “Hey, give me some credit! I buy clothes and make up too. Right Hardy?”

However, Hardy didn't answer.

Angel - “Hardy?”

Angel Dust turns around to find Hardy standing in front of a wall, staring at a poster. Hardy was entranced the poster that he didn't notice anyone calling him.

Angel and Liz approach him to get his attention. Liz tried poking him but that didn’t work.

Angel - “Woohoo, Hell to Hardy. Are you there?”

Still not answering, Angel Dust makes a loud whistle, which snaps Hardy out of his trance, as he jumped in startlement and fell to the ground.

Angel - “What's clogged up your brain, hot head?”

Hardy - *pointing his finger* “That! See?”

Angel Dust and Liz turn their heads and see the poster was advertizing a movie, but it wasn't just any movie... It was an all-new martial arts movie starring none other than Bruce Lee, the action star that introduced Chinese Action heroes to America.

Hardy - *reads ad* Bruce Lee's Comeback! The Dragon's epic return to cinema! Special starring: Muhammad Ali: The Greatest!

Angel and Liz ooohed in amazement and interest. Even Sophie ooohed in amazement.

Sophie - “That’s a lot of action movies!”

Hardy began squealing excitingly

Hardy - “I can’t believe it!! They are finally doing this!! I need to go see it! Better yet, show you guys this so you can see all the people I grew up to admire and wanted to be like.”

Vaggie - *uncomfortable* “Um, Hardy? You might want to take rain check on that.”

Hardy - “Huh?”

Vaggie points her finger at some in the lower right corner of the poster.

Hardy - *shouts* "AAAAAAAAHHHH!”

In the lower right corner, there is a small box that reads "Only Showing in Heaven". Hardy covers it up in distress.

Hardy - *upset* “It's not fair! *bangs his back against the wall in frustration and slumps down against it while moaning with his arms crossed* If only I didn't had this stupid curse.”

Charlie - *comforts* “Awwww, cheer up Hardy. We'll see it on the Heavenly streaming service within a year.”

Hardy - *pouts* “Yeah, if Spoiler Sam doesn't ruin it first.”

Angel Dust and Liz - *simultaneously* “Hissssss, Spoiler Sam.”

Blitz - *confused* “Who?”

Liz - “Spoiler Sam, a stupid jerk on the internet that's always ruining movies by spoiling them before they even premiere in theaters. They spoiled some of my favorite movies!”

Angel - *upset* “The motherfucker even spoiled some of my films before they got out.”

Blitz - “Well, considering that most of your films is just banging other demons, they're not missing much.”

Angel - *offensed* “Hey! Some of the things I host are classy things and super hot.”

Husk - *deadpanned* “They are basically the same plot.”

Liz - *rolls her eyes* “Point being, Spoiler Sam will most likely ruin the movie for us before we can even see it on Heavenly.”

Hardy, Angel Dust, and Liz sighed in frustration. Charlie feels real sorry for her friends. She doesn't like seeing her friends so down in the dumps. But then, she gets struck an idea.

Charlie - *smiles* “Maybe, there's still a chance to see it before Sam does.”

Hardy - “What do you mean, Charlie?”

Charlie - “We can ask my Dad for help. Since he’s still connected with Heaven.”

Liz - *doubtful* “Ya sure about Cuz? Cause ya know Heaven hates Uncle Luci’s guts. I heard they aren’t even allowed to mention his name. To them, it’s like saying a bad word.”

Charlie - *scoff* “Oh come on, I'm sure my dad would be happy to help.”

()()()()()()()()

Lucifer - *on FaceTime* “I'd love to help you sweetie, but I'm afraid that I can't at the moment.”

Charlie - *confused* “Why not?”

Lucifer - “Heaven has been giving me numerous complaints that some yahoo is pirating their movies down here in Hell and they won't stop until I solve it.”

Liz - *sighs* “Spoiler Sam strikers again.”

Angel Dust - *hissed* “That menace…”

Charlie - *dismayed* “So you're stuck until you solve this?”

Lucifer - “I'm afraid so. *shrugs* Sorry honey.”

Hardy - *groans* “There’s gotta be something we can do!”

Sophie - *comforting* “Don’t worry Hardy. We will find a way.”

Angel - “Wait a sec. What if we help you hunt down Spoiler Sam and put his video piracy out of business? Will you then help us?”

Lucifer - *unsured* “Sure, but it's going to be hard finding him. He's so anonymous that none of us could find a clue.”

Charlie - “Well maybe I can help out.”

Hardy - “You can do detective work, Charlie?”

Charlie - *smiles* “I learn it from watching you.”

Hardy - *impressed* “Huh. Don't know if I should feel flattered or like I have competition.”

Blitz - “Why not both?”

Vaggie - “Okay so what the first thing we gotta do?”

Charlie - “First, let's find out how he's pirating all these movies.”

Angel - “Well, if it were me, I'd probably hire the best hacker here in Hell.”

Charlie - “But who is the best hacker?”

Angel Dust: Well, you may not like it, guys. But I do know someone that can fit the bill.

Alastor - *menacing tone* If you're thinking who I am thinking you're thinking, then I will end you right here and now.”

Liz - *shocked* “You seriously think Flatface will help? That's like asking a murderer not to kill them.”

Charlie - “I'm sure if we're really nice, he'll be happy to help.”

Alastor - *seriously* “We are NOT going to ask him.”

()()()()()()()()

Unfortunately, they were going to ask him as they were already standing in front of the V tower, much to Alastor's dismay.

Alastor - *annoyed* “Remind me again why are we doing this? They are just picture shows. Nothing special.”

Hardy turns around to Alastor with a furious look on his face. Even had fire in his eyes.

Hardy - *furiously* “NOTHING SPECIAL?!”

Hardy then rants at Alastor with highly explicit and flowery language that even scares him and causes great discomfort. Everyone looked at Hardy with shocked and flabbergasted looks on their faces. Charlie would even cover up Liz's ears from what he is saying much to her dismay. Blitz did the same for Sophie so she wouldn’t hear it. Even though Alastor still kept his smile, he was shocked on the language a person like Hardy is using.

Hardy: *furiously* DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MAMA's BOY?!

Alastor - *astonishes* “Alright, alright, alright! I got the message! Goodness, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

Charlie - *astonished* “Hardy, where did you learn to speak like that?”

Hardy - *blush* I might’ve overheard one of Stolas’s conversations with Blitzo. *awkwardly chuckles*

Angel - *smiles suggestively* “Any chance that he can teach me some of that? I think it’ll be good for my next movie.”

Hardy - *embarrassed* “Umm maybe I’ll ask him later.”

Liz - *impressed* “Gotta say Sifu, never realize you had language like that.”

Hardy awkwardly chuckles as a sweatdrop comes down. With that out of the way, Charlie politely knocks on the door and a camera pops out of a hole.

Vox's voice - “Who's there?”

Charlie - “Charlie Morningstar the princess of hell.”

Vox's voice - *shocked* “Princess Charlie?! What the fuck are you doing here?! I-I mean, *politely* what brings you here to our abode?

Charlie - “I need to ask you for a favor.”

Vox voice - “What kind of favor?”

Charlie - “We need your help finding someone who go by as Spoiler Sam.”

Vox's voice - *shocked* “Spoiler Sam?! THE Spoiler Sam?! Well, why didn't you say so, come on in! *points camera at Alastor* But keep that washed out shit stain outside!”

Alastor - “I wouldn’t dare step in some weak television building. You forget old pal, it was the radio that helped you create it.”

Vox's voice - “And it was a video that killed the radio star.” *laughs*

Alastor, ticked by that old joke, smashes the camera with his microphone staff and then walks off to take a seat at a nearby table.

()()()()()()()()()

Meanwhile, everyone walks inside the V tower building.

Vaggie - “Man I never been inside here before.”

Sophie - “It’s looks really nice though.”

Blitz - “But make sure you don’t touch anything. I don’t trust these bastards.”

Rising out of a hidden platform on the ground, Vox appears.

Angel - *nervous* “Is um…Valentino here?”

Vox - “No. Luckily for you, he went out to lunch with Velvette. Anyways, welcome to the V Tower, my good friends. Please, make yourselves at home.”

Hardy - “I wouldn't call ourselves friends, Vox. More like temporary allies.”

Vox - *dismivied* “Sure, sure. Whatever you say. Please, follow me.”

Charlie - “I want to thank you so much for helping us.”

Vox - “Oh, I'm not doing to help you. I'm doing it for me. Spoiler Sam has been leaking out my secret projects for some time and I want him to be stopped, no matter the cost.”

Charlie - *deflated* “I see, okay.”

Liz - “So how are you planning to stop him?”

Vox - “By pinpointing where he will hide next. So far, he's been moving and hiding into different buildings to continue his work. I just need to figure out the pattern and pinpoint his next hiding place.”

Hardy - “Huh that should be easy to figure out.”

Vox - “He's a fast mover, so we'll need to catch him faster than he could run and hide. It’s like trying to catch a road runner. Luckily, I have something that can make us move faster than a Road Runner. Behold!”

Vox reveals a large ray machine.

Vox - “I call it The Cyberspace Jumper VVV. This will allow us to zoom through cyberspace in a blink of an eye.”

Hardy - *unsured* “Is it safe? Better yet, does it work?”

Vox - *scoff* “You kidding? Everything I create works!”

Blitz - *annoyed* “Oh yeah? What about those futuristic toasters you built that could blow up half an entire street?”

Liz - “And those remote control hovercar toys that have poor wireless connection?”

Vaggie - “And should we mention The Calculator Incident?”

Vox - *annoyed* “Oi! I was proven innocent on trial! You can't pin that on me! I mean they work better than the shit Alastor has! Bet the guy doesn’t even know was a iPhone is.”

Hardy - “Actually, his are more efficent, despite being retro.”

Vox - *grumbles* “Do you want my help or are you here just to criticize my technology?”

Hardy - *deflated* “Yes please.”

Vox - “Then I will need one of you volunteer to be sent to Spoiler Sam's next hideout. Anyone willing to jump through cyberspace?”

Hardy - *quickly* “I’ll do it.”

Vox - *claps hands together* “Splendid! Step right in front of the ray and I will fire it up!”

Charlie - *worried* “Wait, is it safe?”

Vox - *smug* “Princess, please. I tested it so many times until I am 100% certain that it is now safe.”

Blitz - *deadpanned* “What happend to the other test subjects that didn't get 100% safety?”

Vox - “They had some minor changes to themselves but they are fine now.”

Blitz - *worried* “Minor changes?”

Angel - *worried* “By "minor changes", you mean they've been misshapen, mutated, and mutilated?”

Charlie - *whispers to Vaggie in worried tone* “I am starting to have second thoughts of asking Vox's help now.”

Vaggie - “Well what do you expect from trusting a guy like him? He can backstab us for all we know or use us as lab rats for his stupid techonogly.”

Vox - *offended* “Hey, I said that I am now 100% certain it is now safe!”

()()()()()()()()

Hardy steps in front of the ray machine as Vox sets up the device.

Vox - “Okay, I will be transporting you to Spoiler Sam's next hiding spot, so once you spot him, grab him before he gets away.”

Hardy - “Alright that sound easy enough.”

Vox - “Now stand perfectly still.”

Vox begins to power up the ray as Hardy stands ready. Everyone watches with tenseness.

Vox - “Firing in 3...2...1...Now!”

The ray zaps Hardy, and within a flash, he disassembles into pixels and enter the computer screen.

Hardy - *shocked* “Whoa…Okay I have to admit, this is pretty cool but weird at the same time.”

As he said that, his disassembled pixels zoom through cyberspace like the speed of light.

In an unknown building, an old computer's screen turns on and Hardy's come out of the screen, reassembling him back to normal.

Hardy - *dizzy* “Now I know how emails feel when they get sent.”

Hardy shakes his head to restore his senses. Then he saw that he was in a different location of Hell.

Hardy - “Huh. It actually worked.”

Just then, he hears something from the other side of the room. Hardy sneaks up at the door and peeps through the edge. There, he sees a glowing humanoid of electrical energy.

Hardy - *whispers to himself* That must be Spoiler Sam. Spoiler Sam must be some sort of computer virus demon. That would explain how he manages to pirate all those movies without getting caught. *determined* But I’m not going to let him ruin my movies!”

Spoiler Sam - *evilly laughs* “Another victory for me! Soon, I will be the greatest cybercriminal that all of Hell has ever seen. Now, for my latest spoiler: Bruce Lee's Comeback!”

Hardy - *gasps* “Oh no you don't!”

Hardy jumps through the door and grabs Spoiler Sam.

Spoiler Sam - *shocked and confused* “What the fuck?!”

Hardy - “I’m not letting you ruin anymore of my movies!!”

Hardy and Spoiler Sam struggled until Spoiler Sam zaps Hardy with a touch of his electrical finger, causing him to recoil against the wall. Even adding some chains on the walls that held Hardy’s wrists.

Spoiler Sam - *laughs* “Fool, you'll never stop me!”

Spoiler Sam jumps into another computer screen.

Hardy - *grunts* “I gotta warn the others about this!”

Hardy grunts but was struggling to break free. It must be pretty tough chains that Spoiler Sam use on him. But he’s not going to give up and let him win.

Hardy - *struggles* “Come on! You handle tougher things than this!”

With enough willpower, Hardy manages to break himself free and goes to find a phone to call the others back at V tower.

Hardy - “Come on pick up pick up!”

Then the phone rang and Charlie picked up.

Charlie - “Hello?”

Hardy - “Spoiler Sam got away! He’s in the computers now!”

Charlie - *shocked* “What?! How?!”

Hardy - “Spoiler Sam is a living computer virus! He was glowing, he was able to zap me, and everything!”

Charlie - *realized it* “Of course! That how he’s able to hack into internet and spoil everything.”

Vox - “In that case, I have something that could catch him. I'll bring you back to the tower.”

Before Hardy knows it, it he was disassembled into pixels again and entered zoomed through cyberspace.

()()()()()()()()

Charlie and the group stand together to wait for Hardy's arrival. But just when his pixels reassembled, his entire body looks like a mess.

Hardy - *screams* “I'm misshapen! Mutated! Mutilated! I'm not pretty anymore!”

Everyone gasped in horror at what they are seeing, but then Hardy reveals that he was perfectly fine and was fooling with them.

Hardy - *smiles* “Psyche!”

Angel - *laughs* That’s a good one!

Vox - “Oh I should use that sometimes! Anyway you said this Sam bastard is a computer virus?”

Hardy - “Yeah that’s right. Right now he spoiling movies. But I think he will end up revealing people private messages.”

Vox - “Well, I have another invention that will capture a living computer virus.”

Vox have everyone turn their attention to a giant electronic box.

Vox - “I call this the Virus Containment Recepticale. Not to be confused with the obsolete VCR videocassette recorder.”

Sophie - “What's a VCR?”

Hardy - “It's a device that allows you to watch video tapes. It's the old way of watching movies before DVDs and streaming.”

Blitz - “How do you know that?”

Hardy - “It was still thing in the 90's when I was young.”

Vox - “Yeah good things those shits are now obsolete.”

Vaggie - *unsure* “You sure those VCR things can help us?”

Vox - “I tested it on myself. It works like a charm. Granted, it took Valentino and Velvette to figure out how it works for 7 hours to release me, but in the end, they decided to bust it because it was too complicated. Plus they aren’t smart enough like me when it comes to things like that.”

Blitz - *snarks* “And yet, he still get his ass kicked by Al.”

Angel Dust snickered at that comment while Vox just scowled at him with a cross-popping vein on his head. But this didn’t scare Blitz at all.

Blitz - “What? It’s the truth? You want me to lie?”

Vox - *huffed* “Anyways, all we need is a plan to lure Spoiler Sam into this trap.”

Hardy - “Or better yet, what we need is bait. Something that Spoiler Sam cannot resist in getting his hands on.”

Sophie - “Oh like a video game?”

Vox - “No, Spoiler Sam is all about leaking private stuff and spoilers. It needs to be something juicy, something scandalous, something that can shake Hell to it's core, or at the very least, Pentagram City.”

Alastor voice - “Perhaps I can be of assistant.”

Vox - *shocked* “What?! How did you get in?”

Alastor - *deadpanned* “It’s called a door my good friend. I assume you knew what it was.”

Vox - “That's impossible! I specifically added security measures that would prevent you from coming in!”

Alastor - *mockingly* “Ooohhh, so that's what those are for.”

Everyone looked where Alastor was looking and see that many of Vox's security defenses are in bad shape and sparking.

Vox - *angry* “You got about 5 minutes to get your old radio ass out of my place or I’ll make you leave!”

Alastor - “Alright but if I leave now you won’t know how to catch that Sam character you are after.”

Vox - *confused* “Wait, what are you saying?”

Alastor - “I happen to have a little secret that can really bring Sam's attention.”

Vox - *doubtful* “Really? Wait are you lying?”

Alastor - “Have I ever lie?”

Everyone - *deadpanned* “Yes.”

Alastor - *shrugs* “Well then. I guess you don’t need my help.”

Vox - *pleading* “Now, wait-wait-wait-wait! We didn't say that. We were just joking around! I mean you love a good joke don’t ya?”

Alastor - “Only when they are funny.”

Vox - “Anyways, what are you suggesting for as bait?”

Alastor - “Oh, it's one of my deepest, darkest secrets. If someone were to get their hands on it, they surely have the means to defeat me.”

Vox - *excited* “Oh that’s perfect! Let’s do it!”

Charlie - *worried* “Wait Alastor, you sure you wanna use your secrets? I know how these things are special to people.”

Alastor - *pats her head* “Trust me, my darling demon belle. Don't you worry your pretty little head. You just let Uncle Alastor handle this.”

Charlie - *unsure* “Well alright then.”

Alastor - “Now then, how do I install a secret?”

Vox - “Just write it on a piece of paper and I will store it inside the VCR.”

Alastor - “Alrighty then sound easy enough.”

Alastor magically pops out a pen and piece of paper and writes it down. Once it was finished, he folded into small size and hands it to Vox. Vox places the folded paper inside a cube and it vanishes inside the VCR.

Vox - “Now we just need to let Sam know about the secret's existence. I will inform my associate, Velvette, to spread word about it in the media. *excited* Oh man I can’t believe you actually spilled one of your secrets Alastor. Then again Hell do like good gossips.”

Alastor simply smiles as Vox makes a call to Velvette and she answers in a sour mood.

Velvette - *deadpanned* “What do you want, Vox?”

Vox - “Where’s Val?”

Velvette - “Picking up some whores on the street. He was taking too long so I decided to ditch him.”

Vox - *bragging* “Well, I got some T for you Vel.”

Velvette - “Is it better than the last one? Because that quickly became old news like an hour ago.”

Vox covered the speaking part of his phone with his hand and whispers to Velvette. As she listens, her face slowly crept up a smile. It grew into a bigger smile as Vox is telling her.

Velvette - *squealing* “Oooh I can’t wait to post that online!!”

Vox - *impatient* “Well, get right on it!”

Velvette - “Yes sir!”

Velvette starts spreading the word online all across Hell's online system, from social media to online news. Charlie felt vibrating on her phone and saw how her notification had the news about Alastor’s secret.

Charlie - “Man she’s really fast.”

Hardy - “I'll say. Now, how will we know that Sam took the bait?”

Suddenly, sirens blare around the tower.

Vox - “That's how.”

Hardy - “Quick! Let see what’s he doing.”

Vox presses a button and a large screen comes down to reveal Spoiler Sam zipping through the V Tower's network, reaching his way to Alastor's secret.

Spoiler Sam - “You're mine!”

But just when he finally reached it, the entire area gets surrounded by walls, trapping him inside a cube.

Spoiler Sam - *shocked* “Hey?! What the fuck?! Let me out!!”

Hardy - “We got him!”

Spoiler Sam - *mad* “Hey! Let out of here!”

Hardy - “Not happening, bub. This is what you get for pirating movies and spoiling them.”

Angel - “Yeah, not cool, sparkplug!”

Spoiler Sam - “Bah, no matter, I still have Alastor's secret within my hands! I will just read it out loud and every one of you will know!”

Alastor - *shrugs* “Fine by me.”

Spoiler Sam - *disbelief* “Wait are you serious?”

Charlie - *worried* “But Alastor it’s your secret! Who knows what could happen to you?”

Alastor says nothing and just smiles. Spoiler Sam, ignoring what he said, opens the paper to read it, only to find that it says "Vox loves Cocks".

Spoiler Sam - *shocked, confused, and angry* “What the-- Vox loves Cocks! That's no secret!”

Alastor - “Well of course, everyone knows that.”

Everybody laughs except for Spoiler Sam and Vox.

Vox - *furious* ALASTOR YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!”

Alastor - *laughs* “Oh come now, Vox. Do you really think that I would be stupid enough to let out one of my secrets, especially to the likes of you? Just seeing you believing that make me think even lower of you.”

Alastor snarls as his screen face turn red and glitches out of anger.

Vox - *buffering* “I’ll D-DESTROY Y-Y-YOU.”

The anger cause Vox to cause a huge black out.

Hardy - “Maybe we should get out of here before he reboots.”

Blitz - “Good idea.”

Sophie - “Yeah it’s too dark in here.”

Spoiler Sam - “Wait, what about me?! You're not going to leave me in here, are you?”

Angel - “Well, think of it this way. Would you rather take your chances with Vox or with the Radio Demon?”

Spoiler Sam looks at Alastor and he gives him a nerve-wrecking smile that screams terror, causing Spoiler Sam to tremble.

Spoiler Sam - *trembling* “Y-You're right, I'll stay here.”

Charlie - “Also you gotta promise to stop spoiling things.”

Liz - “Especially good movies!”

Spoiler Sam - “And what if I don't?”

Charlie nonchalantly points her finger at Alastor, who again, gives him a sinister smile, which makes Sam tremble again.

Spoiler Sam - *scared* “Okay.”

With that settled, Hardy and the gang leave the tower with Spoiler Sam staying inside the VCR.

()()()()()()()()()

After explaining the situation is now solved to King Lucifer, he reports it to Heaven, and as thanks, he convinces Heaven to let Hardy and the gang have the chance to see Bruce Lee's movie.

Hardy - *estastic* “Oh this is going to be the best day of my life!!”

Everyone is sitting inside Lucifer's personal movie theater room as Lucifer comes in with loads of movie snacks and drinks for everyone to enjoy.

Lucifer - “Here you go guys! Make sure you don’t eat too much or you will throw up. I don’t wanna clean up vomit.”

Charlie - “Thanks dad.”

With that, everyone gets settled as Lucifer starts the movie for everyone to watch.

The End.

[bitterbetabunny]

It’s a day where we have nothing going on. We don’t plan to go out so we just stay at yours watching movies and getting high. We’re all taking turns holding each other, occasionally kissing and biting and grinding. I’m getting needy and keep breathing out the word “please” but don’t elaborate when you ask what I’m asking for.

When you think I’m ready, you get up and coax omega and I into the bedroom. You let us get some distance, walking slowly as you follow us, so that by the time you’ve come through the door I’m already trying to wrestle omega down. You stop and smile for a moment, enjoying the view, then clear your throat.

“Boys, don’t you want to know why we’re in here?”

I have omega pinned and they’re struggling, but I turn my head to pay attention to you.

“We’re going to do a bit of rope and then I want to teach you your last pose today.”

A heat explodes in my stomach when I hear that. I immediately think over every other pose I’ve learned and all the fantasies I’d had about the ways you could use me.

I move off of omega and sit up straight. Luckily, omega seems to be interested enough not to rebel more.

“Good boys.”

You tie each of us, I get a harness around my waist that squeezes my thighs nicely. A few strands weave through each other between my legs, but they’re not too tight to my cock.

Omega has their hands tied behind them to their ankles and whines beautifully. You stroke their hair.

“I won’t leave you like that for too long, I just don’t want you distracting my bunny while he’s learning”

You shuffle around some of the pillows and blankets, pull me into the middle of the bed. Your hands roam me, gently pushing and pulling. I follow your lead obediently, just as you’ve taught me. You talk as you pose me.

“Let me know if anything is uncomfortable. I’m hoping for this one to be an easy pose that you can hold for a long time when I ask.”

My face, turned to the side, and my shoulders are pressed into the bed. My knees are underneath me, raising my hips high. You climb onto the bed behind and grab my hips, grinding yourself into me. I moan at the movement. As if you don’t hear, you spend more time grinding, reaching down to pull my legs apart further and further until my cunt is at the perfect height for where your cock would be.

Almost as an afterthought, you pull my arms behind me and bend them so each hand can grab the opposite elbow.

“Beautiful. How are you feeling?”

“I like the position, sir, but it’s already hurting my neck a bit.”

You hum and grab one of the blankets that was off to the side, folding it into a long rectangle, then reaching over to touch my upper arm.

“Lift,” you say.

I lean my face into the bed more so that my shoulders can get into the air. Where they once made contact with the bed, you lay the blanket.

“Okay, back down.”

I relax my neck and my shoulders sink into the blanket, now elevated so they can take more of the pressure with my neck needing to be at a bad angle.

“And now?” you ask.

“Good. Green. Much more comfortable, thank you sir.”

You run one hand along my inner thigh once and then turn to put something on the tv. Omega whines.

“Be patient”

You let us stay like that for a while, each of us occasionally shaking or moaning, but otherwise staying still and docile. After two or three episodes of the show, you get halfway through the next episode and then get up, pulling out a box from underneath the bed. You move behind me, out of view, as you rummage into the box.

I feel the bed shift as you climb back on behind me. You bend over me, your chest pressed against my back.

“This may pinch for a moment.”

You reach around me to the ropes in front of my crotch. You’re tugging a bit and occasionally I stiffen and moan when you pull the rope against my tdick. I feel you slip something into the ropes. It doesn’t take you long before you have it nestled against my tdick, the ropes holding it fairly tight against me.

“Just breathe.”

Before I can ask what you mean, I hear a button be pressed and the object begins to rapidly vibrate, ripping a noise from my throat. I fight to stay quiet, but you’re still pressed against my back and saying the sweetest things in my ear. I feel omega moving and they rest part of themself in front of me, maybe their thigh, and I bite and suck on it gladly, looking for any outlet for relief. You keep telling me to breathe, but I’m shaking more and more and breathing fast and getting so close that I bit down hard on omega and-

You turn it off. Again, an involuntary noise escapes me, but this time I am pleading for the sensation to come back. You chuckle and hold my hips till I stop moving them. After one last kiss on the neck, you climb off the bed and I see you start unwinding another rope.

“Don’t worry bunny, I’m gonna turn it back on, I think I just need to tie you down so that you don’t forget to memorize this pose for me.”

And you do just that, tying my arms behind me, tying my legs so I can’t spread them wider, maybe even tying on a chest harness to connect to the leg tie so I can’t straighten up at all.

Satisfied, you turn the vibrator back on. I try to prepare myself but I gasp and groan at the sensation, thanking you over and over as if my life depends on it.

I am occasionally caressed or admired for a moment, but you turn your attention to omega, slowly untying them and correcting their bad behavior as they act out from desperation to be touched. I feel it when they move to lunge on me, but you stop them before they even come close to touching.

“Have you forgotten what I told you yesterday?”

They whimper.

“It doesn’t matter if bunny is here, when I say I’m going to punish you, you’re going to get punished. Go get your chair and wait for me in the living room.”

They whine more and there’s some biting, but eventually they get up and grab their stool and leave.

You linger a bit longer, petting my hair.

“Okay, toy, puppy and I are going to go spend some time in the living room. Can you shout red for me if something starts to hurt?”

“Yes,” I gasp out, obviously having to put effort into staying coherent.

“Good boy. And what’s your color right now?”

“Green.”

“Good. Good.”

I watch you leave the room and shut the door, leaving me in near black. I can hear the muffled sounds from the living room, evidence that you two are having fun, and feel myself get wetter as I wonder what specifically you’re doing to make those noises.

The vibrations are unbearable. When I stay still, the vibrator is pressed so tight that legs start to violently shake within seconds. I instinctively move my hips to distribute the sensation more, to let the arousal build slower, but revert to holding still every time I remember that I’m meant to be learning how to hold the pose. Without anyone around to hear, I talk aloud, begging, asking my sir for permission to cum, repeating mantras about being a good breeding bunny boy, all the things I’d say if I was masturbaiting at home. A particularly loud noise comes from the living room and, emboldened knowing that only the two of you would be able to hear, I start getting louder which only turns me on more.

When I have my first orgasm, I can’t help but move. I groan and my voice goes hoarse as I beg and that all encompassing heat runs through me. Where I would usually let out a deep breath, I start to hyperventilate, trying to find a position that gives me some relief from the vibrator but I can’t really find one. The door opens. Even though my eyes are closed, I can see the light and I know you’re there. Instantly, I’m able to take a breath and then another. Deep breaths, occasionally sandwiching a soft moan.

I don’t hear you walk over but suddenly your hand is on my neck, gently caressing.

“Color?” you ask.

I hum, take a few more breaths, and then shift myself a bit, making sure I’m back in the correct pose.

“Green.”

“Thank you for answering, I’m going to go back out and keep playing. I want you to keep track of how many times you cum for me.”

“Should I want that number to be low or high?” I ask, either wanting to know the best way to please you or trying to regain some dominance by knowing the rules of the game you’re setting up.

“I’m not telling.”

And you’re gone again. And I’m left with nothing to distract me from the vibrations. You leave me like that, coming in every once in awhile to check in on me and then tease me. You pull on the ropes, kiss my neck, grope my chest, run one hand between my legs to around my cunt just to see how wet I am. Each time you tell me I’m doing such a good job and remind me to keep count.

I’m still high and having trouble keeping track of time, so I have no clue how long it’s been when you and omega finally come back in together. Omega looks blissful, nuzzling into you and making soft noises. My cunt clenches at the sight. You reach under me and turn off the vibrator and slip it out of the ropes. I sigh.

“You both have been so good today. Bunny, how many times did you cum?”

“Six, sir.”

“Oh goodness, all from having that vibrator on your cock? Oh, you must be so sensitive bunny.”

You have omega climb and sit behind me and you rub my back for a bit.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

I groan. “Sir,” I plead, “you just said I was good.”

“Oh, you’ve been so sweet for me, I love hearing you beg for me and asking for permission, you were communicating so well and I could hear you from all the way out there, but I don’t remember ever actually giving you permission to cum.”

I just groan again and you laugh.

“Don’t worry, I think you’ll like it.”

Another box is retrieved from under the bed and I can tell you’re putting more ropes on omega. I’m not touched for awhile and then you rest your hand on one of my thighs.

“Sweet thing, can I ask how much you care about these boxers?”

I make a face. “I don’t.”

“Okay, good.”

Your fingers reach through the rope and pinch the fabric over my cunt, the brief contact making me gasp before you pull the fabric away from my skin. I hear scissors being opened and hear the fabric give way, one blade slipping into the hole you’ve created and ghosting against my skin as you carefully cut away a bigger hole. My cunt feels colder than it did before.

“I promise I’ll buy you a new pair to make up for these,” you say, making me chuckle.

Your hands are on me again, caressing my ass and around my cunt. The closest you get to really touching me is when you grab at me to see how it looks when you spread my cunt wide. I resist the urge to lean into your touch.

One of your hands leaves me and I can feel omega shifting behind me again. It feels like I’ve only just calmed down again (as calm as I could get in this situation) when I feel something hard pressing against me.

“You ready to be stuffed, pretty bunny?”

“Yes, sir,” I say quickly.

I catch myself shaking in anticipation and force myself to breathe and calm down. You notice and praise me lightly. As if that was the cue, omegas strap on against my cunt begins to push in.

There’s a familiar pressure then release and then my cunt feels full. I whisper yellow a few times, just to slow down so I don’t get too excited. Both of you are giving me so much attention, telling me I’m doing so well and thanking me for using my safeword to help set the pace. My hips are noticeably moving and even when I realize I should be holding still I allow myself to keep up the movement. I know you would’ve noticed by now and assume you’ve decided to let me do it.

Ultimately, the cock goes in easily. It isn’t long before i feel the base and omegas hips against me. There are a few moments after it’s bottomed out that we’re able to grind against each other, I feel hands on my hips, the cock gently being pulled and pushed in me. I hear you laugh again and then your hands slow our moments.

“Alright boys, I’m not quite done.”

More rope (so much rope in this scene!) is pulled out and I feel you running it through the waist harness I have. At one particular pull of the rope, omega is pressed into me further and I give a sharp intake of breath. We hold still as you wind the rope around us, securing omega firmly against me. When you’re done you step back and just look at us. Omega takes the opportunity to lean down and grab at me, bite at me.

“I’m going to keep you two tied like this for 5 minutes for every time you came without permission. So I’ll set a timer for 30 minutes.”

You fiddle with your phone for a moment and then sit done and put a new show on the tv. I whine but refuse to answer when you ask if I need something

Omega is constantly moving, trying to rut into me, leaving marks on my arms and back. I can hardly get any friction from how tight you’ve tied us, but I push back into omega each time they try to push into me.

“Bunny, from now on, every time I catch you moving yourself I’m adding a minute to the timer.”

“Then tell puppy to stop moving,” I whine.

“Sweetheart, I thought you wanted me to breed you one day.”

A spark shoots through me at hearing those words and my breathing picks up, hands clenching and unclenching.

“I only breed good boys who can hold still. You think I’m going to be gentle when I’m breeding you? This is good practice.”

I try to listen but my brain is turning to static.

“Sir,” I whimper. “Sir, sir, please, sir-“

“What is it, bunny?”

“Please, sir, may I cum? Please, sir, I can’t- I can’t-“

You shush me and stroke my hair, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Yes, you can cum.” As soon as you’ve said it, you bite my neck and pull my hair hard and I cum. I see stars. I am breathing heavy and barely breathing, squirming and pushing back into omega harder.

I come down slow, My breathing easing. You breathe on my neck, praising me for asking for permission, lightly squeezing the back of my neck. Kander experimentally ruts into me again, making me sigh. Encouraged, they slowly begin picking their pace back up.

“Color?” You ask quietly.

“Green.”

“Good, only 23 more minutes.”

[materialgworlas]

HOLD ON- LEVI ACKERMAN X FEM READER PART 2

“W-what?” Levi croaked, staring wide-eyed at the doctor who had on a plastered neutral expression. “What I’m saying Mr. Ackerman, is that Y/n is in a medically induced coma.” She repeated for the third time. “Why?” “It seems Y/n has had a major shock to her system that caused her to give birth so suddenly.” Levi averted his eyes- guilt consuming his soul.

 “…But, since she was able to carry the child through her third trimester it was only a matter of time before she gave birth to your healthy baby boy.” The doctor added, hoping it would give Levi some sense of comfort. “Giving birth in these circumstances put so much stress of Y/n that we thought it best to put her in a come so her body could rest and heal since we’ve found nothing medically we can repair.” She explained. “…So, there’s a chance…” he couldn’t finish his sentence. “Yes Mr. Ackerman, it’s likely that in time she will wake up. But I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t advise you to brace yourself for the possibility that she might not.”

That was almost a week ago.

Levi hated it here, the grey washed out walls that reminded him of death, the district hospital smell that reminded him of several cleaning products, the tubes that protruded from your body, the cold was doctors addressed family members as they gave them earth shattering news- whether good or bad. They were like robots to him- and coming from Levi Ackerman that’s saying a lot. But he had to be here. Where else would he go? He had to stay by your side and his son’s. he’d been told that due to the emergency birth they had concerns about your child too- though he seemed fine, they didn’t want to take any chances.

Levi hadn’t been home since the day he drove you to the hospital the hospital had set up a bed in your room for him. Erwin would regularly come to give Levi a change of clothes and hange would bring him food. He’d get visits from Eren and the gang too baring presents; you meant as much to them as Levi did, always so supporting and encouraging. To them you two were this amazing power couple who’d served as an inspiration for true love, and they’d be damned if they weren’t gonna shower you with affection in your time of need.

“Yeager?” Levi hummed, sensing the boy’s presence without taking his eyes of your still figure. “Y-yes sir.” The boy stuttered, “I know Y/n loves flowers and chocolate so…” he found space to place the large bouquet of your favourite flowers on the window sill and a box of chocolates on the table beside your bed.” “Always with the damn gifts, the room is litteraly filled to the brim with them.” Levi muttered, though deep down he was grateful for all the support. “Then they’d better move Y/n into a bigger room so we can fill that too.” The boy joked managing to crack a smile out of Levi. “Where are the others?” “Armin and Mikasa went baby clothes shopping, they’ll stop by later today. Jean Connie and Sasha are with your kid now- probably making stupid faces through the glass at him again.”  “Brats” Levi chuckled before Eren continued, “Erwin and hange were trying to find that special tea you like that calms your nerves and probably more baby items last time I checked.”

Levi was silent for a moment before he took your hand, “Did you hear that my love?” he sighed “I don’t know what you did to get everyone so wrapped around your figures but they’re a lot of people waiting for you to come back now so you may as well.” A sad smile formed on Eren’s lips as he watched Levi converse with you, and replying to the things he’d imagine you’d say.

“LEVI!” Erwin burst through the doors, “Come quickly, it’s your son!” in a flash the two booked it down the corridors and practically flew down the stairs. he could barely think straight at this point- he felt guilty for leaving you but Eren had hastily assured him that he’d watch over you. They were both panting then they made it to the NICU Where they found hange, Connie, Jean and Sasha all huddled around a doctor with shocked faces. “What happened?!” Levi gasped, “Well don’t just stand there, tell ‘em doc!” Hange screeched. “Ah, well Mr. Ackerman, your son’s test have all come back and show he’s healthy enough to take home.” He smiled. “Shit.” Levi breathed out, relief flooding his system. “H-he can come home?” Levi faintly smiled. “…Can i…?” “Of course.” The doctor smiled motioning for Levi to pick up his son.

At first it was a bit awkward, he looked so small and fragile swaddled in his blue blanket with his eyes tightly screwed shut. And squirmed just enough for Levi to fear he was hurting the child and quickly looked to the doctor for help, though he assured him the baby was fine. After a few minutes of struggling Levi was finally able to hold his son in a decent position, allowing him to truly take in the boys features. He has your nose, Levi thought smiling fondly at the boy and the slight pout he wore vaguely reminded him of himself. He had short black curly hair which seemed to be a mixture of the both of you and fair light brown skin. “Beautiful.” Levi muttered under his breath, admiring his baby boy.

The sweet moment was interrupted by excessively loud blowing of two handkerchiefs, Levi glared at the source of the sound- Hange and Jean, who’d been so touched by the special moment. “Have you thought of a name?” Erwin spoke up, smiling gently at the baby.  “No.” Levi snapped, a small frown forming on his face that matched his sons. “I- of course. I’m sorry Levi.” Erwin sighed in understanding- He couldn’t name his son without you. “Then might I suggest a… reunion?” everyone gave the name a curious look, “Doctor, would it be possible if Levi take his son to Y/n?”

Levi’s heart nearly jumped out of his chest. Oh god, you haven’t even met! He thought. He quickly glanced to the doctor who seemed to be mulling over the request. “...I don’t see the harm in reuniting a family.” He finally spoke making everyone let out a breath they didn’t know they’d been holding in. Sasha AND Connie let out excited squeals while Jean and Hange silently wept some more. Levi gave Erwin a grateful look before following doctor with his son in his arms.

“Y-y/n.” Levi softly spoke, “I’ve brought you someone to meet. Well- the fact that you’re just meeting now it ridiculous but of course your son decided to make a grand entrance into the world.” he chuckled bringing the baby closer to your body, placing his small hand in yours. “Now listen here brat, your mum’s one tough lady so doesn’t think just cause she’s sleeping now changes anything. She’s a lot stronger than us both which is why I know she’s coming back. Y-you hear me Y/n, I know you’re coming back to us.” Levi choked up towards the end and tightly shut his eyes as a tear rolled down his face and splashed onto where your hands met.

“…You cryin Ackerman?” a faint voice broke the silence. Levi’s eyes snapped open- only to see you staring right at him. “…Y/n?” was all he could manage out.  “Levi.” You weakly smiled, taking in his tired yet still handsome features, “You look like hell.” You chuckled, “Tch and whose fault is that.” He smiled. Just then you heard a small cooing noise that made you jump slightly before your eyes widened seeing the small baby in your boyfriend’s arms. Your baby. “I-is that…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before a sob that’d been welling up inside you finally escaped which seemed to open the flood gates.  “Look who’s crying now.” Levi chuckled through his own tears.

“What’s his name?” you asked, “I was gonna ask you.” He admitted, “…Can i-“Without even having to finish your sentence Levi gently put your son in your arms. “He’s got my nose.” You smiled “And your pouty lips!” “Tch.” “…S/n…” you hummed and the baby turned his head to nuzzle more into you. “He seems to like that one.” Levi chuckled, wipe away a few stray tears from your face. “S/n it is!” you smiled. “…I’m sor-“ “Don’t.” You cut him off. “There’s no way in hell any of this was your fault Levi Ackerman! And I will not have you feeling sorry for yourself when we have a whole human to raise now.” You said firmly. Your boyfriend felt like his heart was about to explode, staring at the love of his life he had only one thought swirly in his head now- I’ve got to marry this woman.

[foreverydinger]

Sammy's Swynwrimo: Five Times Tony Told A Lie & One Time He Didn't

TW: Smoking & Fire It's also, like, way too long.

"Anthony Rydinger, you'll catch your death out there!" Harriet called out into the storm.

Her eight year old had been out in the pouring rain and ignoring all the thunder booming around him. Well, less ignoring and more waiting for the moment to strike. A child at school had claimed their sorcery specialty was storm and that the only way they would get their magic was getting struck by lightning.

Tony was determined to get struck it seemed.

"Not yet, Mum! I've almost got it!" He cried as lightning cracked in the distance. The thunder that followed was too close for comfort but Tony's face was hardened with focus. "I'm doing science!" The lie slid easily from his lips but his mother saw right through him.

What the young man hadn't expected was for his mother to go marching out into the rain and grab him by the scruff of his neck. His umbrella lay abandoned in the garden and Tony's protests could probably be heard down the block. Once they got inside he was told to "Stay" as his mother retrieved him towels and a change of clothes. All the while he dripped on the front mat.

"There's no sense in inviting death, darling," Hattie tutted as she helped dry him and change out of the fabric clinging to his clammy skin. "I know magic seems fun but you can't just gain magic from nothing. You're a Mundus just like your father and I. That's what you'll always be."

Harriet walked into her son's room to grab his laundry basket with no intention of snooping. She tried to give her son the privacy he was due, though this was 1952. Her son was in the early throws of being a teenager and, as such, Harriet had found he'd started to try to be a bit of a sneak. And Tony being a bit of a sneak included her finding his report card stashed behind the hamper. He hadn't thought that through, had he? "Anthony!" Harriet roared as she stomped out of his room and into the dining room where he was sat doing his maths homework. "What is the meaning of this!?" She shook the report card, the littering of Bs and Cs and even a D in Literature all blurring with the motion. "Mum! I can explai—" "Save it! You not only clearly didn't study but you deliberately hid this from your father and I! You know, I really thought I had raised my son to be more honest than this." Where did this boy get off thinking he could hide this from her? "Mum, I really didn't mean t—" "Buh buh buh! If the next words out of your mouth aren't 'I'm sorry' then I don't want to hear it. You're nearly grown, Tony. You can't lie your way through life forever. Your lies will always catch up to you." Hattie set the card down on the table and walked away. She'd talk to Roderick, they'd decide what to do with Tony's punishment when he got home, but for now she couldn't face her son.

Tony hid behind the firehouse with Walter and Robert, the trio of twelve year olds laughing at their conquest. Walter's father had left out a pack of cigarettes and they'd swiped it on their way out to the ice cream shop. They'd never made it to the shop, instead deciding to buy themselves a box of matches ("Don't worry, sir, we're scouts!" Robert had promised with a convincing salute) and head toward the firehouse to see what all the fuss was about.

They were soon to be men, after all, and men smoked!

"C'mon, Walter! Hand it over!" Robert huffed as the one holding the contraband hesitated. Tony leaned against the brick wall, watching his two friends bicker. They were fidgety, nervous, but Tony was exhilarated.

Taking the cigarettes and the matches from them both, ignoring their protests. He lit the match, raising a brow at Walter's gulp. He then lit the cigarette and brought it to his lips.

And the experience? Truthfully, it was awful. The flavor was bad, his lungs didn't like the smoke, and he wasn't even sure why this was seen as the pinnacle of cool.

He shrugged it off, passing the cigarette to Robert. Robert didn't say anything, just made a face that he seemed to share Tony's sentiment before passing it to Walter. Rather than following suit it seemed Walter had a different idea.

He threw the still lit cigarette in the dumpster. And the dumpster sizzled and erupted into flames. And they were directly behind the firehouse which meant there was nowhere to run. They were caught.

When each of their parents was brought to the scene the boys had their stories straight. Or, well, Tony and Robert had their version of the story and Walter had his. Each team blaming the other for the accidental fire.

Harriet wanted to believe her son and Roderick didn't. So they didn't. Dammit.

"I love you." Hannah Radcliffe was holding him close under the banners and twinkle lights of the Swynlake Secondary Snowflake Dance. They had been dating for approximately eight months and Tony didn't know why the dance had prompted this. Tony had told her a joke, something small and insignificant to this story, and then she'd dropped those three heavy words. Did Tony love Hannah? Tony knew he loved his family but that love was inserted deep into his skin, the sort of love that you were born with. Tony knew he loved his friends but that was a bond forged on the football field and on those long car rides in the wee hours of a summer morning. Hannah was different. She didn't like going to parties or out driving with the boys. Hannah barely even wanted to go to Tony's games. No, Hannah preferred sitting in the back corner of the library whispering about the future and walking through the falling snow snuggled up with some hot cocoa. Did Tony love Hannah? Tony loved music and playing sports and being the center of attention. He loved how many eyes were on him when he walked through the halls of Swynlake Secondary. Tony loved how everyone in Swynlake knew his name. "I.. I love you too.."

"Are you excited for your final year of secondary, love?" Hattie crooned as she packed Tony's lunch. First day of his final year! She wanted to make it special so she'd made him his favorite to bring with to school. How sweet, right?

Tony didn't have the heart to tell her that this was the eighth 'final year' in a row.

"Better get your Pride University application ready, son," Roderick chuckled. "There's plenty of work to be done so no slacking off, alright?"

Tony felt his heart stutter and stomach drop as he thought about having to go back to that place. Swynlake Secondary was a hell of his own making at this point. They were well past the anger and the bargaining, no, now they were in the bitter acceptance stage.

"Yeah! Gonna be great!" He chirped, trying to sound more cheerful than he felt. He ate the same breakfast his mother made every year for the first day.

Like most everything in his life, Tony was starting to hate it.

"I'm sorry your father didn't get you anything for your birthday this year, darling," Harriet murmured softly, smoothing Tony's hair while he sat at the dinner table. Tony had opened the handful of gifts that he'd been given throughout the day in relative silence, though there was little merriment in the day. "I really thought we raised him better than this," Roderick agreed gruffly. He adjusted the glasses on his face as he read from his latest book. "I always believed our son would be a leader, not a deadbeat." The anger was rising in his voice and Hattie scurried over to hold his hand. Tony had heard it all before, how their son Anton had dumped them with a child and left without another word. They were so disappointed. "That's enough!" Tony snapped, standing up from his seat. "You're all wrong! I don't have some deadbeat father who abandoned me with you! You are my mother and you are my father! This is insane! I'm cursed to relive this fucking year over and over and you keep forgetting!?!" It was 1983. Tony was FORTY years old for crying out loud! He just wanted someone, anyone to believe him! His parents looked confused and offended by Tony's outburst at first, turning to each other for support before a look of understanding crossed their faces. For a moment, a sliver of a moment, Tony's heart held hope. "Tony, honey, I'm... so glad that you see us as your parents because we did raise you. It's very important that you feel well taken care of... but, darling, it's not fair to Anton to discount him entirely. I'm sure he has his reasons for leaving and I'm sure he'll explain them to you someday. Just... have a little faith, won't you?" And just like that all hope was dashed once again. Tony didn't argue, didn't fight the immovable tide, just turned and went to his room once again. What was the point?

[peterbarnes]

Dating Eddie Munson Would Include...

A/N: School’s over. Summer’s here. Im back bitchess...and obsessed with ST4

Masterlist

Eddie Munson Sticker Etsy

You met at a drug deal of course

The drugs weren’t even for you, your friend just didn’t want to interact with the resident “freak of Hawkins”

Cue a vicious eye roll from you

So there you sat on the janky wooden bench in the middle of the woods 

“This is straight out of a horror movie”

“Don’t worry I won’t murder you”

Your head whipped around to where Eddie Munson leaned against a tree

He tried to seem cool by crossing his tattooed arms over his chest 

And you had to admit his ink-kissed skin did make your heart flutter

but then his foot slipped on a leaf and he almost fell

His cheeks flushed as he regained his balance

“I genuinely cannot believe that people are intimidated by you”

He shrugged before making his way over to you and sitting on the table instead of the adjacent bench

“What? You don’t find me mean and scary”

His smile lit up the dark woods and you committed the quirk of his lips, his bright eyes, and squished cheeks to memory

He was goddamn adorable

“Why thank you, princess”

Please god tell me I did not say that out loud

“But I must say I didn’t take you for the crackhead type” he added

“I’m not,” you sputtered, still flustered. “It’s for my friend”

“Ah so she thought I was mean and scary”

“Who knows what goes on in her head” 

The silence weighed you down as he slipped a wooden box out of his backpack and gently placed it on the table 

Your eyes stuck on the cool metal wrapped around his finger

“You like them?” He asked

His tone wasn’t laced with desire or an eagerness to conquer you, which is all you’d gotten from other guys

He was genuine, soft

And suddenly being in the middle of the woods with a guy you barely knew didn’t seem so scary anymore

This is batshit

“You know, I’ve always thought you were kind of cool” he said hesitantly

You scoffed

“Oh please, I’m no Nancy Wheeler”

“Even better”

You both let out horrendous laughs that sounded more like honks

Eddie slapped the table lightly as he tried to calm his ragged breaths

“Come on, she’s not that bad”

He shot you a look that clearly read really?

“So she’s not a priss?” He edged

Your voice caught in your throat as you chose your words carefully

“No?”

Eddie snorted, “you don’t sound too sure about that”

“I’m not”

Hours passed before you two even realized the sun had slowly descended below the horizon, casting a familiar darkness over Hawkins

“Come on, we should get going”

As Eddie got up from the creaking bench, he stretched his hand out toward you, nodding his head toward the parking lot where his car sat parked 

“Are you offering me a ride?”

“Why, of course, my lady. A true gentleman would never let you walk home alone at this hour”

“How kind of you, good sir”

After that you were inseparable

Eddie would memorize your schedule and surprise you by waiting outside your classes

And you’d come to all his Hellfire Club meetings

He loves to see you bonding with all the kids, especially Dustin

They call you guys Mom and Dad

Eddie’s very into spontaneous dates

A nice candlelit dinner isn’t his speed (he’s very much an “eat the rich” guy)

He’ll take you to the lake and you’ll just swim in it for hours

He loves water fights

He also loves seeing you in a bathing suit

Despite being 19, he acts like a pre-pubescent boy

He’s always touching you in some way

Hand on your hip, around your shoulders, on your thigh

And he loves to snuggle his head into your neck 

He’s scared of coming off too clingy so he needs constant reassurance

But he’s just touch starved

Before you, it was just him and his uncle who was barely around

He never felt love or comfort from anyone

That’s part of the reason why he turned to drugs and acting out 

It was so much more than him wanting to be “edgy”

He had an endless pit of darkness inside him from years of abandonment and isolation

But that day in the woods the cracks slowly started to seal, warming his forgotten heart

Which is why he never does anything to risk your trust or your love towards him

It’s like his lifeline

Sometimes he worries that he loves you more than you love him

But then he’ll be lying on your chest, with your fingers gently tangled in his hair, soothing his scalp

And he can tell simply by how you touch him, that you’re just as in love as he is

But that love isn’t all sunshine and rainbows

When you two get pulled into the lore of the upside-down, your feelings for each other make you reckless

Eddie literally jumped in front of a demo-bat for you

Which would’ve been romantic if it hadn’t nearly killed him

“Fucking hell, Eddie! Why would you do that?!”

“I’m sorry was I supposed to let you get killed by that chunk of grey shit?”

“And I’d rather you not get killed, dipshit!”

Any of your little lovers' quarrels end with an exasperated Steve interrupting you

You’ll distance yourselves for a few minutes before your feet naturally inch toward each other until your hand's brush

It’s muscle memory at this point, the way you two are drawn to each other

You hear him let out a relieved breath as his fingers intertwine with yours

This man would die for you

And you would die for him

But you knew you would fight like hell to make sure that both of you made it home safe

So that you could melt into each other’s embraces and finally fall into a peaceful sleep

[bestjeanistmonster]

I can just picture a 14 year old Tristan sneaking into his parents room to steal Lostvayne for training and then gets sidetracked by his mother's large closet, taking a peek at some of her Goddess Regalia that she never wears

"Tristan hurry up, the king and queen could come back at any time!" Isolde hissed from the door.

She originally wasn't going to help him with his scheme but he was very convincing, now the half giant was keeping watch for any sign of the short boy's parents.

"Isolde come in here, my mom has some cool stuff in her closet!"

"Shhh! Her closet? Seriously?! Just get the stupid sword so we can get outta here without getting caught, the king and queen'll be back any minute and then we’ll be busted!"

Tristan scoffed, "puh-lease Issy, they're on the other side of the kingdom right now, they won't be back for hours, so get in here!'"

Isolde was still pretty hesitant despite this reassurance so Tristan dragged her inside and quietly closed the door.

The prince darted inside the closet while Isolde gazed at the large room in awe, she'd never seen such fancy stuff before, it was also pretty intimidating when considering how her modest her little home was. Her entire house could fit inside this room!

The half giant cautiously and stiffly sat down on the loveseat that sat outside the closet, this couch was too fancy to be sitting on and probably cost more than she could imagine. But before she could dwell on this any longer she heard Tristan's voice from inside the closet

"Okay, I'm ready now, brace yourself!"

“…”

"Are you bracing?"

"Oh, yep, yeah I'm bracing!"

"Good now behold!"

Tristan walks out wearing one of his mother's more fancy white dress, because of his shirt height it pooled at his feet and looked a bit baggy, but that wasn't what Isolde was focused on, she was more focused on the golden jewellery pieces he wore. They were like nothing she'd ever seen from the nobles or even the king and queen, they looked …beautiful and they suited Tristan really well!

(This is what the pieces look like)

(Maybe I'Il talk more about Goddess Regalia in another

post)

The taller girl was at a loss for words, at her silence Tristan's beaming smile faltered, "they don't look that bad on me, do they?"

At this Isolde was snapped out of her shock, "nononononono, y-you look amazing, they really suit you! I’ve just haven't seen anything like it before!"

Tristan perked up a bit more, his tense shoulders relaxing, "I know right, you'd think I would've seen my mom wear this to a ball or special event but no, it's just been stuffed into a box at the back of her closet."

Isolde hummed in agreement, they both stood there for a moment contemplating.

“...Wanna try some on as well?"

Isolde looked flustered at the suggestion, "W-What?!! No way, these accessories look like they cost more than my life, what if I damage them?!”

Tristan pondered this for a moment before brightening running over to Meliodas's closet on the other side of the room. "you can wear one of my dad's jackets instead!"

“His ja-Tristan!!!” She protested, only to be hit in the face with something fluffy and soft. Isolde took it off, examined it for a moment, it looked vaguely familiar. When it clicked she froze, colour draining from her face

“...Tristan?" Isolde asked, he voice calm and steady

"Yeah Issy?"

"Is this by any chance, King Meliodas's favourite jacket?"

"Well yeah, he likes how fluffy it is."

“...I'm not wearing this."

She ends up wearing it and it was surprisingly comfortable. Then Isolde got roped into re-enacting the entirety of the second Holy War. Tristan was way too persuasive for his own good

“Sir Meliodas, please…open your eyes-“

A snort came from the girl laying his lap

“…sir Meliodas, I’m in the middle of crying over your dead corpse right now, so if you could just stay dead for now until I’m finished that would much appreciated.”

“Sorry Tris-Elizabeth.” Another snicker.

“Dead remember?”

“Right yeah okay I’m dead.” Isolde went limp and closed her eyes, trying her best to look like a corpse.

Tristan nodded satisfied, “Right, now where was I- oh yeah! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” The dramatic wails only made Isolde snicker more, he was really going all out with this performance

Though the fun abruptly ended, Meliodas and Elizabeth burst in alerted by their sounds screams of dramatic agony and their stances menacing with their magic activated. “TRISTAN!!! ARE YOU OKA-“

They both pause, instead of their son being in mortal danger they were met with their clothes strewn all over the floor, a few pieces of furniture knocked over, their bed a mess and two guilty looking tweens in the centre of all it on the floor

Guilty looking tweens who were wearing Meliodas’s favourite jacket and Elizabeth’s dress + royal regalia respectively. The two pairs stared at each-other in silence, the king and queen looking absolutely baffled and shocked while the two kids looking like deers in headlights.

The silence was broken by Isolde turning head to look up at the prince dryly from her position in his lap.

“I told ya we’d get busted.”

[divinefireangel]

Heyy because SF9 are giants, can I have a reaction on how they are with tiny/shorter s/o? 💗

For some reason I'm smiling like an idiot while writing this 🤦🏾‍♀️😔

Warnings: Fluff. I just went off :].

Youngbin:

Omg he loves you to bits

Thinks you're the cutest fucking thing ever

Since he's tall, he will be kissing your head a lot

Pets you a lot

Looks at you with that smile he gives Jaeyoon when he eats

So much love 😭

Loves to watch you struggle with the higher cabinets tho lol

Laughs adorably seeing your sad plight

"You are so cute "

You can't ever be upset at him cause KISSYS

So many of em you're drowning

Everytime you seem to feel bad about your height, he'll kiss you

Okay his favourite thing ever is when he picks you up to sit you on the counter

Also melts when you just flop on top of him 🥺

Like a puppy who's happy to see him

Inseong:

Proud parent when you do literally ANYTHING????

Like sir, you are hubby. PLS

Laughs cutely at EVERYTHING you do

Why am I screaming?

His favourite thing ever is to rest his head atop yours

It's actually comfortable

For the both of you don't worry 😂

But he's ready to lean down to your height without any hesitation

He claims it's to make it easier for you

But the truth is he can't hear a thing you're saying 💀

He'll NEVER make fun of your height

In fact he'll reassure you that you aren't tiny

But just are fun sized XD

Will beat up anyone who makes fun of your height (including members 💀)

YOU'RE NO. 1 HYPE MAN AKA CHEERLEADER

My god he's whipped cause of your smallness

Jaeyoon:

My hubby 🥺

He's always hugging you

Feels this eerie sense of wanting to protect every time when he's near you

And hugs are always bear hugs btw

Kisses you hair so much

When you look at him with those doe eyes as you struggle to keep your head up

My gosh he loses it

Chances of crying cause of your tinyness : VERY HIGH

Loves carrying you bridal style

Loves seeing you in his clothes

Literally any piece of his clothing lmao

He also loves that even though you are so much smaller than him

He can freely lay on top of you, head on your chest and just sleep there

Won't ever admit it

But when you play with his hair or cheeks when he's cuddling you like a baby

He knows he's home 😭

Dawon:

"Baby baby baby babyyyy"

But those aren't the only petnames he uses lmao

He comes up with so many creative ones like grape, blueberry, muffin, chocolate chip, etc etc

It's all food names

And only the foods he can easily hold in his hands lol

So small foods names 😂😂

Adores when you hug him and put your head on his shoulder

Well you try for shoulder but end up on his pec

He loves holding your face with both his hands🥺

He's a meanie so he will purposely keep things on higher shelves

Only for you to call him and ask for his help

Loves giving you piggy back rides

Makes sure to lean down to kiss your cheek when you aren't paying him attention

Solely to startle you 💀

Zuho:

*sobs in huru*

SO SOFT

SO WORRIED THAT YOU MIGHT HURT YOURSELF DOING DANGEROUS STUFF

Like jumping, standing on your toes, trying to fit in between tall people, etc

His go to reaction whenever you seem tiny is just cooing

Like he coos his cats 🥺

His hands are always touching you

Either they are holding your own or on your shoulders

On his feet every time you need help

Especially when you don't need it 😂

The most Protective Boyfriend™ ever

Okay but he's gonna be super super clingyyy

Cute clingy but still clingy

You know that thing parents do with toddlers? When they make the kid stand on their feet and walk making them laugh uncontrollably?

He's gonna insist on doing that so much 🥺

If you seem like you'll fall, it's okay

He'll catch you and never let you go

Rowoon:

*cries*

HE'S SO FUCKING HAPPY OKAY

Like yeah there are many disadvantages

BUT YOU'RE SO EFFIN CUTE

He genuinely thinks he can keep you in his pocket

Always messes up your hair

ON PURPOSE

Skinship to the max

But due to the height difference

It's just hand holding

Your hand looks so small in his 🥺

Just completely hid away in his palm

Aggressive but kind compliments and gestures

Like pulling you towards him when he senses danger and stuff

Readily picks you up to kiss you 💀

Always taken aback when you hug him

You can barely reach his heart 😭

But you already are in there so it doesn't matter

Yoo Taeyang:

Our god, Yoo TaeYang

His instinct is to hug you from behind

All the damn time

And also to keep you very close to him and his protection

We all know that our sunshine is the type of boyfriend who will coordinate outfits

He loves matching things PLS

So every time he goes shopping, he buys something for the both of you and just cries a lil cause what he's bought for you is so much smaller than his

He loves how since you are small, he can just pick you up in his arms whenever

You can't even protest lmao

Also why he does so much for you

Like the simplest things which you don't even need someone's help for

He does them for you

He cherishes you like that

Silently laughs at your struggles too 💀💀

Hwiyoung:

The first one

I repeat

THE FIRST ONE

To beg you to wear his clothes

Lemme explain.

You is tiny baby

He is not so tiny baby

So his clothes on you will make you look like tinier baby

Making his heart swell in his chest

Pinches you cheeks till they go pink

When you nuzzle your face into his broad self

He feels like he'll fall on the ground

Just an overall simp, if you may

He's never gonna let go of your hand cause he fears you may get hurt if he let's go

If you whine about your height he whines that if you were taller you wouldn't be as cute

Chani:

Boy ain't that tall

But that won't stop him from making fun of your height every single chance he gets

It's okay tho cause he will hold you hand while nagging you

That is in public

At home, is a different story

He's literally all over you

He won't express it out loud but he's silently begging for you to ask for his help with anything

Like getting the snack box from the higher kitchen cabinet

Or your book that he kept on the shelf you can't quite reach

Loves drowning you in his hoodies

Especially when you make sweater paws

If you grab his cheeks to kiss him with your sweater paws

He will start crying.

Cuddles with you being small spoon ALWAYS

I have a feeling that his hugs are heavenly when you're shorter than him

Your arms easily circle his waist, head naturally rests on his shoulder, ears able to hear his heartbeat

He loves pulling you towards him by your clothes cause you collide with his chest when he does that