#soft power dynamics

[aventurineswife]

Hi, can I request reader sitting on a characters’ lap randomly? I’m thinking it would be in an established relationship. (I feel like most characters would mind about their personal bubble.) Dan Heng, Sunday, Aventurine, Kafka, and anyone else that you want to put in!

Make You Feel My Love

Tags: Dan Heng x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Sunday x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Romance, Intimacy, Tender Moments, Fluff, Established Relationship, Emotional Vulnerability, Comfort, Quiet Moments, Teasing, Lighthearted, Close Proximity, Soft Power Dynamics.

Warnings: Mild Sexual Tension, Suggestive Themes, Mild Innuendo, Personal Space/Boundaries.

Tagslist: @themiddletenmasibling

Dan Heng’s usual composure wavers slightly when you suddenly slide onto his lap without warning, your back pressing against his chest. He freezes for a moment, unsure of how to respond, his gaze flickering nervously towards the crew bustling around the Astral Express. His hand instinctively rests on your waist, as if to keep you steady, but there’s an underlying tension in his posture.

“Is something wrong?” you ask softly, resting your hand on his, feeling the subtle tremor in his fingers.

“I… didn’t expect this,” he murmurs, his voice low, eyes darting away as if caught off guard. “You know how I am with… personal space.”

You chuckle, sensing his discomfort but also the warmth in the way his fingers slowly tighten around you. He might not say it, but you can tell he’s not entirely against it.

"You're not bothered, are you?" you tease, leaning in a little closer, relishing the quiet intimacy between you.

Dan Heng sighs, but it's not one of frustration. He’s resigned to the fact that you’ll always find ways to surprise him. "Just be careful. I’ll get distracted."

He doesn’t push you off, though. Instead, he pulls you in closer, resting his chin gently on your shoulder. In that moment, the quietness around you both feels more like home than any distance could.

Sunday's eyes widen in mild surprise when you casually climb onto his lap, making yourself comfortable against his chest. His halo shimmers faintly behind his head, but he doesn’t seem to mind the slight disruption to his usual serenity. Instead, his wings flutter slightly, as if they, too, are a little confused by your sudden shift in proximity.

“You're always so… sudden,” he remarks with a soft, amused chuckle, his fingers resting on your hips, a touch that’s almost tentative. “What’s gotten into you today?”

You settle against him, resting your cheek against his collarbone. The closeness feels natural, as if you've done this a thousand times before.

"I wanted to be close to you," you whisper, pressing your lips to his neck. "Is that okay?"

Sunday's usual detached demeanor falters just a little as his wings flutter nervously. His fingers tighten around you in a silent admission that he feels the same. His voice softens as he speaks, the gentleness in his tone revealing his vulnerability.

"It’s more than okay. You’ve always had a way of making me feel… at peace," he murmurs, his other hand gently brushing through your hair. "But sometimes, I wonder if I’m deserving of such comfort."

His inner turmoil is evident, but in this quiet moment, with you nestled against him, he lets his guard down. The warmth of your presence drowns out his doubts, if only for a while.

Aventurine lets out a low, amused laugh when you suddenly hop onto his lap, settling yourself comfortably as if it were the most natural thing in the world. His eyes gleam with intrigue as he adjusts his posture slightly, giving you a playful smile that doesn’t quite reach the guardedness in his gaze.

“Well, well, someone’s feeling bold today," he teases, his voice smooth as silk. His hands rest casually on your waist, a smile dancing on his lips, but there's a flicker of hesitation in his eyes.

He leans back, giving you a teasing, almost exaggerated sigh. "I must admit, I’m a fan of surprises, but you do realize the risks of disrupting the flow of things, don’t you?"

You chuckle, a little mischievous, as you rest your head against his shoulder. "I think you're just enjoying the view, Aventurine."

His fingers graze your skin as he adjusts you on his lap, a smirk playing at his lips. “Perhaps I am,” he says, his voice suddenly low and full of meaning. “But do you truly think you can throw me off balance so easily?”

Aventurine may be a master manipulator, but when it comes to you, he can’t help but soften, the layers of his carefully crafted facade cracking just a little. As much as he feigns indifference, there’s a flicker of genuine warmth in his eyes.

"You always keep me on my toes, don't you?" he murmurs, a smile curling on his lips. "Well, I’ll allow it—for now."

Kafka barely looks up from her work as you slide onto her lap, crossing your arms over her shoulders. She’s seated with one leg casually crossed over the other, her dark sunglasses perched atop her head, her focus remaining on the data screen in front of her. But the moment you settle, a small, almost imperceptible smirk curls at the corner of her lips.

“Well, aren’t you bold today?” she says, her voice smooth and alluring, like she's savoring the moment. Her hand slides around your waist, pulling you in closer without a second thought. "You’re lucky I’ve got other things on my mind."

You can feel the tension of her muscles beneath her gloves as she adjusts you more comfortably, and despite her calm exterior, there’s a flicker of something warmer in her eyes. “Does this mean I’m distracting you, Kafka?”

She leans back just slightly, her free hand reaching to push some stray locks of your hair behind your ear. "I don’t mind the distraction, as long as it’s you,” she murmurs, her voice low with that same hypnotic, teasing quality she’s known for. "Just don’t think you can get away with sitting on me without consequences, though."

Her fingers trace the edge of your collarbone, sending a shiver down your spine as she smirks knowingly, her gaze locking with yours. She’s always the one in control, but in this moment, she’s giving you the reins, letting you test the boundaries she’s usually so careful to maintain.

As you lean in, your lips brushing against her ear, she doesn’t pull away, her breath hitching just slightly before she regains her composure. "Careful," she whispers, "I might just make you regret this."

[curufiin]

“The origin of the Orcs is a matter of debate. Some have called them the Melkorohini, the Children of Melkor; but the wiser say: nay, the slaves of Melkor, but not his children; for Melkor had no children.(1)”

So obsessed with this line about Melkor bc it perfectly fits how I envision him. He “creates” (if you can call it that) things but he is not attached to them. I see a lot of people making Melkor a dragon dad like a dog dad and that’s perfectly fine and very cute! Just not how I like to portray him normally. I think he treats dragons the way a kid would when they discover some shiny new toy, plays with them for a few days, and then completely disregards them once he’s bored. In this case he keeps them around because they serve his higher purpose of wreaking havoc on Arda, but I don’t think he considers dragons his children, and he certainly isn’t attached to their existence.

[zhxme]

getting excruciatingly pounded while they desperately repeat “i love you, i love you” into your ear…

[butch-with-a-deep-voice]

I just want a lazy morning, we're both half awake, the sun pouring over our naked bodies. She's on her stomach, my hand tracing lightly across her figure. Her neck, down her shoulders, the small of her back, her waist. Getting up slightly to kiss along everywhere I touched. Just gentle little pecks that barely make a sound. Letting out the quietest pieces of praise, barely audible between each kiss.

"You smell wonderful"

"Your skin is so soft"

"The way your muscles sit here is beautiful"

I want to softly worship her every inch. Make her feel like nothing else that morning matters but her. Ensuring she knows that she is of the divine feminine; her very presence grounding me within how magnificent life on this planet can be, even if only for this brief moment of time.

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, Warm Hands, and Soft Smiles Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Short and Sweet

The fire crackled softly in the hearth of the Gryffindor common room, sending wisps of warmth into the chilly air and creating a snug ambiance that felt like a warm embrace on a frosty evening. The flickering flames danced playfully against the aged stone walls, casting shifting shadows over the worn armchairs, their upholstery faded from countless encounters of laughter, friendship, and quiet reflection. The golden glow of the candlelight added to the cozy atmosphere, illuminating the rustic furniture and the scattered pillows that invited relaxation. Outside, the wind howled with a harsh bitterness, rattling the windows and whipping through the trees like a spectral force. Yet within these walls, the chill seemed like a distant memory, something completely forgotten as Harry found himself captivated by a different kind of warmth.

His gaze shifted to Draco, who sat beside him, a radiant smile gracing his features—soft, almost tender in its gentleness. It was a look that seemed to carry with it a thousand unspoken words, each one more comforting than the last.

“Careful,” Draco teased, his voice smooth as satin, the kind of velvety tone that could easily melt even the iciest of hearts. With a playful flick of his wrist, he pushed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into Harry's hands, the aroma rich with chocolate and marshmallows, the steam rising gracefully in delicate tendrils that seemed to dance through the air. “Wouldn’t want you to burn yourself, Potter.”

Harry accepted the mug, feeling the warmth radiate through the ceramic and into his cold fingers. But it was not just the heat of the drink that set his nerves alight; it was the brief brush of Draco’s fingers against his, a fleeting moment that lingered far longer than it should have. If it hadn’t been for the subtle, knowing glint in Draco’s eyes, one might have chalked it up to mere coincidence. But this was no accident.

"You’ve got something on your lip," Draco murmured, leaning in closer than necessary—a boldness that made Harry's breath hitch. He felt the heat of Draco's breath against his skin, warm and inviting. Draco’s thumb glided lightly over Harry’s lower lip, brushing away a stray dollop of whipped cream that had escaped his earlier indulgence. The simple, soft caress sent a jolt through Harry, his heart racing in response.

Harry swallowed hard, the sensation of Draco's touch reverberating through him. It was a seemingly insignificant action, yet it was charged with an electricity that made it impossible to ignore. The way Draco's hand lingered, tracing the contours of his skin as though mapping a precious treasure, held a power that left Harry unsettled, yet yearning for more. He tightened his grip around the mug, trying to ground himself in the moment, yet deep down he knew that the distraction would prove futile. Not tonight.

Without hesitation, Draco's hand slid down to rest atop Harry's own, his fingers curling possessively around Harry's. The warmth emanating from Draco was markedly different from the chill outside—comforting, igniting a flame that seemed to seep through Harry's very being. As Draco's grip intensified, Harry felt his pulse race in response to the overwhelming sensation, the connection sizzling between them like the crackle of the fire.

"You look good like this, Potter," Draco said, his voice low and intense, his eyes darkening with an emotion that sent shivers cascading down Harry’s spine. "Warm. Safe. But you’re still mine."

Those words hung in the air like a spell woven with intimacy, sending another shiver coursing through Harry. He found himself instinctively leaning into Draco’s touch, unable to resist the pull between them, the magnetic force that drew his breath into a sharp hitch as their eyes locked. In that moment, everything else faded into the background—the storm outside, the world beyond those walls—leaving only the two of them, cocooned in their own sphere of warmth and connection.

“Yours,” Harry whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips, barely more than a breath. He was unsure who had spoken first—a silent promise or the actual words themselves—but at this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heady feeling that enveloped them both, the unbreakable bond solidifying with every shared glance, every soft touch. And as they sat there, on the cusp of something beautiful and transformative, they both knew that this night, amidst the crackling fire and intertwined fingers, was only just the beginning.

[us-angels-together]

Imagine your f/o is a famous musician ♫

Your at one of their concerts, you are obsessed, and jumping an singing. You're in some of the front rows, having paid extra for that... and a meet and greet! ★

After the concert your throat is raw but you are buzzing in excitement. You are wearing one of their's hoodies and another merch item (you decide).

You get directed by security to down a hall, it's nights are blinking in and out. It's a slightly creepy hallway but you don't care!!

You are finally meeting them!!

The security staff knocks and you get called to go in. It's just you and them. They are sitting on a plush couch and motion for you to sit beside them. You're kinda half off the couch, you are buzzing, you are being a total dork.

They grab your shoulders and yank you back, so you are squished next to them, their arm is now draped over you.

"So you're a fan?" They smirk at you. And you can't help but blush and squirm.

"How could I not be?"

They laugh, and begin to ask you questions, and you answer and ask them what inspires them, why they wrote a certain song, what's their favorite song of theirs and others, yadda yadda. You both talk a while.

Until a knock at the door again, time for the next person. You stand up to leave when they grab your wrist to stop you.

"You'll come back, won't you?"

Divider by @fawndollie

[aventurineswife]

Request:

(Keeping your inbox nice and stuffed)

IL Dan Heng bites you all the time.. one time you bite him back 😏

Tell me is this gonna come out in late november of the year 3071 (md reference because yes)

A Bite for a Bite

Summary: Dan Heng, in his Imbibitor Lunae form, has a peculiar way of showing affection—playfully biting you at the most unexpected moments. You’ve grown used to it, but one evening, you decide to turn the tables and bite him back. What starts as a teasing gesture quickly turns into a charged moment that blurs the lines between playful intimacy and something deeper.

Tags: Dan Heng IL x Reader, Established Relationship, Playful Banter, Suggestive Themes, Power Dynamics, Light Angst (if you squint), Soft Dan Heng.

Warnings: Suggestive Themes, Light Biting (playful and consensual), Minor References to Dan Heng’s internal conflict and past trauma.

Dan Heng’s usual quiet demeanor could easily be mistaken for coldness, but to those who knew him well, there was warmth beneath the surface, albeit hard to reach. His feelings were often concealed by the weight of his past and his natural tendency for introspection. Yet, the moments where that reserve slipped—often when no one was around—were precious, and his affection became evident in the smallest, most unexpected ways.

It was one of those rare moments when you found yourselves alone in the dimly lit corner of the train, sharing a quiet evening together. Dan Heng’s presence was soothing, a comfort in the chaos that sometimes enveloped the universe. He sat beside you, his long hair spilling over his shoulders, an ethereal glow emanating from him as usual. His eyes, however, were softer than usual, watching you as you leaned your head against his shoulder.

As always, his hand reached out, and before you could react, he gently bit the side of your neck. It wasn’t painful—more like a playful nip, something he’d done countless times before. It was his unique way of marking his affection, a small, mischievous gesture that never failed to make your heart race.

You chuckled softly, more out of habit than surprise, “You really enjoy biting me, don’t you?”

He didn’t respond immediately, his lips still lingering near your skin. There was a brief flicker in his eyes, as if he was considering your words carefully. Then, with his usual quiet confidence, he bit you again—this time a little harder, as if testing the limits of your tolerance.

"Dan Heng," you murmured, half-exasperated and half-amused, “You’re lucky I love you.”

His lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile. “Lucky... Yes,” he murmured, and for a second, you saw a flash of something deeper in his eyes—something far more intense than you were used to seeing.

But you weren’t about to let him get away with it this time.

You tilted your head just slightly, a mischievous glint in your own gaze. Without a word, you reached up, fingers grazing the side of his jaw before pressing your teeth gently into the exposed skin of his neck. It was a playful move, but you bit just a little harder than he might have expected, feeling the way his muscles tensed under your touch.

The reaction was immediate. His breath hitched, and for a brief moment, you could sense his surprise. His eyes widened as he turned toward you, the unspoken challenge clear. There was a moment of silence between you two, heavy and charged with an unspoken question—what would happen next?

You pulled back slightly, a small smirk on your lips, and watched him carefully. His expression had shifted, caught somewhere between intrigue and something deeper—something more primal.

“You don’t always get to be the one in control,” you teased, your voice low and suggestive.

Dan Heng’s eyes darkened, and for a moment, you could have sworn he was about to bite you again, this time with more force, but something in his gaze faltered. He studied you, his lips parting ever so slightly, as if he was trying to find the right words. His past had taught him restraint, caution—qualities that had once defined him as the Imbibitor Lunae. Yet, in the quiet intimacy of the moment, that restraint seemed to waver.

“You’ve been biting me for so long,” you continued, your voice still soft, but with a playful edge. “I think it’s time I return the favor.”

Dan Heng let out a breath—slow and deliberate, a rare chuckle escaping him. “Perhaps… I should let you have your fun this time,” he said, a touch of affection lacing his words.

For a moment, the space between you felt electric, the air thick with anticipation. You weren’t sure what would happen next. You never were with him, not fully.

But you knew one thing for sure: the cycle of playful biting had just shifted, and now, you were both caught in the unpredictable dance of power, affection, and something much deeper than either of you had anticipated.

As the silence stretched between you two, you leaned in, this time capturing his lips in a soft kiss—a kiss that was at once tender and full of the unspoken promise of more.

[resuswhore]

See Id be way more into playing victim if more people approached it like you. It’s scary being so vulnerable and being told I’m a good boy would certainly help

see, this is what I'm saying! why can't we be gentle and nice and soft to our toys, especially when they're going through something so so scary. sure, some resusees don't want gentle, they want cruel words and harsh touch, for someone to take and use as they wish. but there's this assumption that all resusees want that, that you should never waste your time being gentle with them.

they're in such a scary position, so vulnerable, so at the wills and whims of their resuscitator, and how can they trust said resuscitator if they're cruel or at the very least apathetic. your breaking their chest! you're hurting them, for their own good, but you're hurting them! they may not be conscious, but even part of their mind might be present!

give your toy, your baby, your experiment, your lover, you whatever your resusee is you, some softness. some love. it'd make some other more open to playing along in such a vulnerable role 🤭💞

[somewheredreamingsworld]

Be rough with me.

Unleash the part of you that doesn’t ask - it takes.

Grab. Growl. Grip.

Make me feel small. Owned. Ruined.

Then soothe me.

Hold me in the wreckage you created.

Call me your good girl.

Stroke my hair. Tell me I did well.

That I’m safe here - in your hands, in this softness, after the storm.

Let me surrender without fear.

Let me fall into my instincts without shame.

This isn’t about performance.

This is primal. Sacred.

Real.

No guilt. No masks. No roles we didn’t choose.

Just dominance and devotion.

Freedom and worship.

The kind that reaches the soul.

[synthwayve]

Thinks about Micolash and Laurence’s rivalry that never strays from the confines of academic snark or the occasional jab despite their shared ambition(and possibly also just accompanying a general friendship they could have had since they worked together at some point. Idk I’m a softie. Sue me.) eventually involving into a full on intellectual divorce. Cries. Explodes. 72 casualties.

[aventurineswife]

Aventurine with a tall female reader 🙏🏽 I need this i learned he’s a short king like somewhere between 5’5 or 5’7 and im 5’11 and im so giddy about this 😭

Eye to Eye, Heart to Heart

Summary: After a long day, Aventurine and his tall lover share a quiet evening in their home. As always, their relationship is filled with teasing banter, playful challenges, and an undeniable pull between them. Despite the height difference, Aventurine’s confidence never wavers, and he reminds his partner that no matter how tall she stands, he’ll always find a way to meet her eye to eye. What starts as a game of words turns into something far more intimate, revealing the depth of their connection beyond the risks and facades.

Tags: Aventurine x Female!Reader, Established Relationship, Height Difference (Tall Female Reader x Short King Aventurine), Playful Banter, Fluff with a Hint of Angst, Emotional Vulnerability, Subtle Power Dynamics, Kissing & Intimacy, Soft Aventurine Moments.

Warnings: Minor mentions of Aventurine’s manipulative tendencies, Brief references to his traumatic past (nothing explicit), Flirting and teasing that borders on suggestive but remains SFW.

A/N: He's 5'6 from what I know... Bro I'm the same height as him and I'm taller than the average women's height 😭🙏

The evening air felt crisp, threading through the cracks of the grand house you and Aventurine called home. Your shared space—an eclectic mix of luxury and calculated chaos—had a comfort to it that you’d come to treasure over time. The elegant furnishings, intricate designs, and soft ambient lighting all spoke to the grandeur of his world, a world of high-stakes gambles and unpredictable strategies, but here, in the stillness of the night, it was just the two of you.

You were standing by the large bay window, gazing out at the moonlit horizon, your figure towering in the reflection, contrasting with the smaller, more compact frame of Aventurine. His figure was barely a shadow against yours, the two of you perfectly in sync as you both observed the view.

"Careful," he teased, his voice rich with playful arrogance. "You might give me a crick in my neck just by standing so tall." He stood beside you, craning his neck to meet your eyes as you shot him an amused glance over your shoulder. His eyes gleamed mischievously, but there was no hiding the warmth beneath the banter.

You chuckled softly, turning your body to face him fully. "I’m not trying to tower over you, Aventurine. You know, I didn’t choose to be this tall. But I do wonder," you mused, leaning down just slightly to bring your face closer to his, "if you enjoy being around someone who can look down on you."

Aventurine’s lips curled into that trademark smile of his—the one that always made people second-guess whether he was joking or serious. "Oh, darling," he said, his voice dripping with honeyed amusement, "you don’t tower over me. You simply offer a more... elevated perspective." His words were deliberate, carefully chosen. And the way he leaned up just enough to brush against your ear sent a shiver down your spine. "Besides, I’ve always preferred being at the heart of the action, no matter the height."

You smirked, loving the way his playful facade masked the deeper layers of his personality. Aventurine—your Aventurine—was a master of strategy, never showing all his cards, and yet you were starting to get a better understanding of the hand he was playing with you.

"I’ve noticed," you replied dryly, your voice tinged with fondness. "And I’ve always wondered how you handle being so close to the ground while still standing so tall in the world of men." You tilted your head, watching him closely. You didn’t mean it as a slight, though you could tell by the glimmer of his eyes that he’d taken it as a challenge.

Aventurine took a half step back, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he surveyed you, his posture adopting a more calculated stance, yet there was a playfulness behind it. "Ah, but you forget something," he said, voice dropping an octave, laced with the familiar, charming intensity. "It’s not about height. It’s about how you stand tall. And I stand as tall as anyone, even when it seems like I’m just a little..." His gaze flicked up at you, eyes narrowing with a teasing gleam. "...shorter."

His words were a delicate jab, but there was a glint of admiration in them too. Despite the height difference, his confidence had never wavered in your presence. He was a man who had spent his life playing dangerous games, but the game he played with you was a little different—one that balanced between the thrill of risk and the deeper emotions neither of you had truly dared to explore before. You could see through his careful control, his need to guard his heart.

You raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, your gaze holding his. "You’re right about one thing," you said softly. "It’s not the height that matters. It’s what you do with it." You leaned in just enough for your lips to brush his ear, letting your words linger there. "And with you, it’s all about how you make me feel like the tallest person in the room."

His breath hitched ever so slightly, and for a moment, you saw the cracks in his perfect composure. His usual easygoing demeanor faltered, his shoulders straightening as if he were bracing for the next move in your shared game. But this time, the game had changed.

"You're dangerous, my love," he murmured, his voice low and steady. Then, with a sudden movement, his hands were on your waist, pulling you toward him with a swift yet calculated motion that surprised you. For a brief moment, he looked up at you with his trademark smile—only this time, it was laced with something deeper, something far more intimate.

He leaned in to close the gap between you, his lips brushing against yours in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, full of the passion that only came after a long day of carefully played strategies. You could feel his heart beating against yours, the connection undeniable, even if words had no place in this quiet, stolen moment.

When the kiss ended, Aventurine pulled back just enough to look up at you—really look at you. "No matter how tall you stand," he said softly, his fingers tracing the curve of your neck. "I will always find a way to meet you eye to eye."

And for the first time in what felt like forever, his smile didn’t just mask the strategist—the manipulator. It was real. Genuine. Because, in this moment, he wasn’t playing a game. He was simply... with you.

Aventurine had always been a master of risk and reward. But tonight, in the quiet confines of your shared space, he seemed to have found something even more thrilling than any gamble.

And you were more than willing to take that risk with him, no matter the height of the stakes.

[curiousectoplasmenigma]

Rocko, I’m in Pain

Rocko sits in his English class with his head down quietly. All the kids around him are talking to eachother—jokes, whispers, chairs scraping. Rocko has never fit in with them he’s shy, socially awkward, and not traditionally masculine in any way. Hes got a baby face “cute” by most people’s standards almost like a puppy. “This dude looks like he sucks dick” Anthony always says stuff like this. Never directly to Rocko but just loud enough that he can hear it. Rocko’s used to it but it still cuts deep. He’s just been cut deep so many times he’s used to the pain. And he’s found a way to numb it. He looks around to make sure the teacher isn’t looking and grabs the cart he has hidden

In his bag. He puts it in his pocket and walks up to the teacher who gives him the same annoyed look everyone always does. “How can I help you.” She says sternly. “Uh… I know class just started but I’ve really got to go to the bathroom, could you write me a pass?” The teacher gives him yet another annoyed look, “fine go—make it quick, we have silent reading starting in a few minutes.” Rocko awkwardly smiles and takes the pass from the teacher before turning around and walking out.

He gets into the bathroom and looks for an empty stall preferably not right next to someone taking a shit. He finds a stall and locks himself inside. Finally a moment of peace from all the chaos. He takes the cart out of his pocket and puts it to his lips. A few hits is all it takes to make school more tolerable. Once he’s done he puts his cart back in his pocket and walks out eager for the buzz to kick in.

He stumbles back into class. Everyone knows he’s high, It’s become a joke at this point. He sits in his seat and stares blankly at the wall in front of him thinking about how much he can’t wait to get out of this god awful school. The kid who sits next to him, Charlie, a popular athlete decides now’s the perfect time to mess with rocko. He puts his arm around him and looks at his friends who are also a bunch popular assholes who think the whole world revolves around them and they smile back at him. Rocko does nothing he’s never done anything what could he do? The size difference is too big and Rocko isnt aggressive at all, he’s timid and Charlie knows that. It’s why he does it because Rocko never fights back he just sits there quietly too afraid to even make eye contact. Rocko put his head down the social humiliations to much the only thing that’s keeping him from crying is the numbness of his high. The bell rings and he stands up, grabs his bag, and heads toward the door when suddenly, “hey, you dropped your pencil.” Charlie says standing behind him. Rocko doesn’t make eye contact he just thanks him quietly and grabs his pencil. He heads out the door relieved the school day is over.

The next day Rocko reluctantly heads back into class high, as usual. He sits down and waits for the usual side comments or bullying. He sits silently appreciating the temporary quiet but then sees Charlie walk in with his hood up with a nervous look on his face. Charlie sits down and doesn’t scroll on his phone like he usually does he just sits there and stares at the wooden pattern on the desk. Rocko doesn’t say anything but this continues on for some time. Suddenly the teacher stands up and says to the class, “ everyone today we are reading an article on the life and works of the poet Edgar Allen Poe. I want you to read out loud with the person sitting next to you.” As soon as these words leave her lips there is a collective groan from the class, “not this shit again” Rocko hears one kid mumble. Rocko reluctantly looks over at Charlie who’s already looking at him. Charlie’s built, his hoodie doesn’t hide the size of his arms. “All right do you want to start or me” Rocko quietly says avoiding eye contact. “I want you to start… and I want you to read the entire thing to me” Charlie says staring rocko down. “Uh… okay sure” Rocko says nervously and stutters through the article for 10 minutes while Charlie laughs to himself. Rocko eventually finishes and sighs with relief. Charlie says nothing he just goes back to staring off into space. “Are you okay” Rocko nervously asks. Charlie looks at him for a moment surprised he finally spoke and said “yeah, I’m like this every year around football tryouts, I just can’t get it off my mind.” Rocko just quietly says “oh it’ll be fine I’m sure you’ll make it” Charlie doesn’t respond he just goes back to daydreaming. Suddenly the teacher breaks the silence and says,” oh right I almost forgot today’s the day we start our presentations. Any volunteers?” Rockos heart drops and then starts beating rapidly. He dreads presenting and what’s worse is he forgot it was today. No one raises their hand obviously cause they all hate this class and the teacher pulls out her wheel with everyone in the classes name on it. Rocko crosses his fingers hoping his name doesn’t get called today but *of course* he gets picked to go third. The kids before him present normally maybe with a few stutters but that’s expected. Every passing minute rocko gets more and more anxious trying to focus on acting normal but he just can’t relax. Charlie notices this but doesn’t say anything he just watches curiously. Finally its rockos turn to present. He grabs his notes and hears Charlie say “good luck” which catches him of guard but he is too focused on what’s coming to think about it. He stands up there ironically he’s presenting about drug addiction while high on drugs. The class knows this and they laugh. Rockos awkwardness and constant stuttering doesn’t help, they just laugh more. He barely manages to get through the presentation without crying and walks back to his seat, “wow rocko, that was amazing” Charlie says sarcastically while laughing. “Why was everyone laughing” Rocko says quiet and broken. “Because it was great” Charlie continues his sarcastic tone with more laughter. “No seriously” Rocko says this time extra quiet before putting his head down. Charlie stops laughing and doesn’t say anything he just pats Rocko a few times on the back.

Rocko walks into class the next day relieved because his presentation is done and all he has to do is sit and watch other peoples. He sits in his seat. Charlie is already there and seems to be back to his normal self which makes Rocko assume he made the team. Rocko sits down. “Hey Rocko” Charlie says in a joking tone. Rocko just awkwardly says hey back and doesn’t make eye contact which makes Charlie smile. “So Rocko what do you really do?” Charlie asks in an interested tone. “I don’t know I play guitar sometimes” Rocko shyly says. Charlie is really interested now, “ really… are you good?” “Yeah I’m decent I can play most stuff just not the crazy solos.” Rocko says. Charlie goes quiet for a moment and than says “Hey so I was thinking you should come sleepover at my house with some of my friends.” Rockos eyes get wide in surprise,” really me? Okay sure I’ll come… when is it?”

“5 o clock tonight don’t be late.”

It’s 4:30 and Rocko regrets saying yes he doesn’t really do anything special to look good he just takes a shower and puts on his regular clothes—a hoodie and sweatpants. Rockos mom isn’t home ever do he has to walk to Charlie’s it’s 20 minutes away according to gps. He leaves his house and starts walking over feeling more dread with every step. He already knows what this really is. He’s probably just going to go there and get made fun of. He thinks about turning back but he told Charlie he would go and Rocko keeps his word. He arrives at the front door. There isn’t anything special about Charlie’s house it’s just the average middle class suburban home. He rings the door bell and waits a few seconds before Charlie opens the door. As soon as Charlie sees him he smiles crooked. “Hey Rocko I was hoping you’d show up” Charlie says. Rocko just nods and walks inside. He follows Charlie into the basement and sees all Charlie’s asshole friends from class. “Great” Rocko mumbles. Charlie hears it but doesn’t say anything. Charlie’s friends see Rocko. They aren’t suprised it seems they already knew he was coming and one of them goes “look rockos here it’s time to start out wrestling matches.” Rockos heart drops for the like the 4th time today. He’s the smallest one there by far. Everyone’s else is on the football team he’s just the scrawny quiet kid in class. Charlie says “alright rocko you first” with a smirk. They put him against the biggest kid there. Rocko doesn’t know much about football but assumes he’s a lineman because he looks well over 6 foot and built. “Oh I am going to enjoy this” the lineman says “don’t worry rocko I wouldn’t want to hurt someone with a cute ass face like that… at least not too bad.” The lineman charges and picks Rocko up. Rocko doesn’t even fight back it’s not even remotely fair and he hopes that it will be less painful if he just stays still. The lineman sets him on the ground and lays on top of him. “That’s a pin.” The line backer lays on rocko for a little while longer. His weight makes it hard for Rocko to breathe. “I can’t- I can’t breathe”Rocko manages to say. “Oh sorry” the line backer says genuinely and gets off of him. Rocko gets up and goes to sit on the couch and watches them wrestle eachother aggressively. Part of him wishes he could be like that but he tells himself he’s just not built for it. After some time passes Charlie walks over to him and says “hey we haven’t wrestled yet” rocko weakly looks up and him which visibly excites Charlie. “Come on let’s go.” Charlie commands. Rocko doesn’t say anything he just does what he’s told and walks back into their makeshift wrestling space. Charlie says “are you scared?” Rocko lies and says no with his head down. Charlie says,” I won’t go to hard, don’t worry” he says like a joke but it sounds partly genuine. Charlie comes forward and grabs rocko who tries to fight back a little and fails. He gets pinned to the ground within seconds and Charlie grabs him by his wrists. “You smell good.” Rockos face gets red and Charlie takes his time enjoying the moment before getting up and patting Rocko on the back.

“I liked that”

The sun starts to set and Charlie pulls out a bong he’s been hiding behind a couch with a bag of weed. “My parents aren’t home so tonight we get fucked up” Charlie says loud and proud. His group of dumbasses all raise their hands and yell “hell yeah!” Rocko is silent but he’s happy they have weed. Charlie turns to Rocko,” you’re gonna hit the bong first. Usually Rocko wouldn’t be to thrilled to do anything first but he’s not gonna say know to his favorite drug. He accepts and goes it to take a two good hits. He knows his tolerance so it’s just enough to get a good high without anything crazy. He goes back to sit on the couch and let the high creep in. suddenly he feels pretty relaxed which feels way better than the anxious state he was in before. He watches them all take hits from the bong and eventually he dozes off into sleep.

Until…

“HAHAHA look guys I’m choking him HAHA” one of Charlie’s friends was playfully nocking rockos head back and forth. Rocko took a few moments to realize what was going on because he just woke up and he was still high. He just managed to let out a “come on man I’m tired” Charlie’s friend stops messing with him and says, “this is my couch, this is where I’m sleeping, you sleep on the floor” Rocko knows better than to fight back so he just gets up and lays on the ground it’s hard and cold. He closes his eyes and tries to fall back asleep before he hears Charlie say “you’re not allowed to sleep on the floor.” Rocko opens his eyes started to get a little annoyed. “What? Where can I sleep than I’m tired?” Charlie smiles at him and says “you’re going to sleep on the recliner chair with me.” Rocko doesn’t even argue he just wants to go to sleep so he goes onto the recliner chair shoulder to shoulder with Charlie. He notices Charlie’s cologne it smells good. The lights turn off and Rocko closes his eyes until suddenly Charlie puts his arm over him. Rockos too tired to really care he knows that any more talking will just force him to stay awake longer so he just closes his eyes and accepts it. Rocko falls asleep and so does everyone else at the sleepover but Charlie stays awake waiting.

It’s late everyone has fallen asleep except Charlie. Once he was sure no one was left awake he tried to wake up Rocko. “Hey Rocko wake up.” Rockos eyes open up slowly, “what- what’s going on?” He asks. Charlie says, “I don’t want to be down here anymore they snore too loud.” Rocko notices and laughs slightly,” yeah they really do.” Charlie says, “come upstairs with me let’s go sleep in my room.” Rocko looks at him with an awkward smile and agrees. Charlie stands up and looks down and Rocko,” come on I have more weed up there,” Rocko gets up and follows Charlie up the stairs. They get to his room and open the door. It’s mostly just football posters and video game controllers with one large bed. “Here let me get an extra blunt I’ve been saving.” Charlie says as he lights it up and passes it to rocko,” blow it out my window I don’t want the smell to leak into my stuff.” Rocko takes a hit and blows it out the window and then hands it to Charlie who does the same thing. “You said you play guitar right” Charlie asks with a serious expression. Rocko says,” uh yeah- yeah I do.” Charlie smiles at Rockos awkwardness and grabs a guitar in his closet,” my dad got me one for my birthday I never really got along to playing it… do you ever sing while you play.” Rocko shyly says,” yeah I do sometimes.” Charlie smiles and says, “show me.” And hands Rocko the guitar. Rocko grabs it and accepts reluctantly. He plays the song “dumb” by Nirvana and he sings it well his voice fits the melancholy vibe and Charlie sits there watching mesmerized. Rocko finishes the song and looks down. “Dude that was genuinely beautiful… you’re beautiful” Charlie says with wide eyes. Rocko face gets red,” you think I’m beautiful?” Charlie looks at him softly,”yes… absolutely I do.” Rocko doesn’t really know what to say so he just says,”I’m getting kind of tired,” Charlie who still is looking at Rocko casually says,” come lean on me and fall asleep.” Rockos face gets even more red he manages just to say,” what?” Charlie smiles darkly and says “how about this, how about we have one more wrestling match and if I win you can go to sleep but you do it where I want you to.” Rockos just says,” okay just don’t go to hard I’m tired.” Charlie’s replies locked in on Rockos eyes,” I wouldn’t go hard on you.” They both stand up and when Charlie says go he just walks over and picks Rocko up and gently puts him on the ground and pins him there,” I win, we are going to sleep on my bed,” Charlie says as he lifts Rocko up and sets him on the bed. Rocko just lays there and closes his eyes before Charlie comes in from behind and spoons him. Rocko doesn’t know how to react he notices how warm Charlie is and he feels his heart beating fast. Charlie’s hand starts moving slowing toward Rockos neck and gently touches it. Rocko makes a noise. They sit like that for a moment before Charlie asks,” do you feel safe right now?”

Rocko is shocked by the question and says,” yeah, I guess I do.” Charlie doesn’t respond he just sits up and puts Rocko on his back and sits on top of him. He looks down at Rocko who is tiredly looking back. Charlie gently puts his hands around Rockos neck. Rockos eyes widen but then relax and he gently grabs Charlie’s wrists. They quietly gaze into each others eyes for a few moments before Charlie says,” I don’t know what it is but for some reason that look on your face intoxicates me.” Rocko stays silent. “Nothing I do to you satisfies me enough… Rocko, I’m in pain.” Charlie says as he moves his head down and kisses Rocko on the lips. Rocko accepts this and kisses back. They start making out Charlie doesn’t take his hands of Rockos neck while they do it. Charlie stops for a moment and says,” do you want to… you know,” Rockos eyes widen,” I’ve never done that before,” Charlie looks amused ,”good.” He takes his shirt off revealing to Rocko his muscular body, every part of him is defined and he has cuts and scrapes from football. Charlie looks at Rocko lustfully and says, “are you okay with what I’m about to do to you,” Rocko blushes and says, “yes I am,” Charlie picks Rocko up and flips him on his stomach and pulls his pants down Rocko lets out a quiet noise as he feels the coldess of the air on his ass. Charlie pulls his pants down. “I’ll start slow and then we’ll speed up just tell me if it’s too much okay?” Rocko nods. Charlie goes in slowly rocko moans. Charlie starts breathing harder and picks up speed each thrust harder and faster, “you like that?” He growls through his teeth. Rocko weakly says, “yes.” Charlie spanks him and keeps going until finally he goes in as far as he can and finishes inside him. Charlie pulls out and looks at Rocko. Rocko doesn’t move they are both silent for a moment. Charlie breaks the silence, “are you okay?” Rocko sits up and says he’s fine. Charlie out of breath says,” let’s go take a shower quick shower it shouldn’t wake my friends up downstairs the water stream is light.” Rocko gets up limping a little from their sex and Charlie notices,” put an arm around me I’ll help you,” Rocko puts his arm around him and they walk over to the bathroom. Charlie turns the shower on he was right the stream is soft. They step in and Charlie starts washing rocko off while he stands still, “I really enjoyed that,” Charlie says,” are you sure your okay your being really quiet.” Rocko looks at him and smiles, “I’m always quiet.” Charlie laughs, “yeah, I guess you are.” Charlie turns the water off and lets Rocko borrow some of his pajamas they don’t fit well but it’s all they have. Charlie guides Rocko back into his room and they lie on the bed together. Charlie still has an arm around Rocko and Rocko has his arms around Charlie. They fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The End

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"Polluelo mayor, ¿Estás ahí?" la voz resuena en la sala de mando, el teniente del Oberón se encuentra en el asiento del capitán, esperando que el holograma proyecte la imagen de su hijo con una bolsa de patatas y bebida energizante a un lado. Han transcurridos dos semana desde que platicaron pero al parecer, el omega mayor seguía sin acostumbrarse a la ausencia de sus pequeños.

[thesubswhisper]

What kind of sub are you attracting?

When it comes to me, I know I have that Mommy Domme energy It just comes so naturally to me. It’s such a powerful and nurturing role, and I can feel how deeply i care about creating something real and progressive.

In my case, that is the role that I’m taking, but I feel that putting out the right energy to attract the right type of people is what’s going to help you thrive in your role.

I want something real progressive, and this is what I think would be the best to look out for when vetting potential subs.

First thing—when you’re looking for a sub, you want someone who’s emotionally intelligent and knows how to communicate, right? You’re not just looking for someone who follows orders blindly—you want someone who’s self-aware, who has their own goals, and who’s willing to grow with you. That’s the key to having a progressive dynamic. They need to bring something to the table, not just take from you.

You want them to be open-minded and adaptable, able to understand that the relationship with you isn’t everything. They’ve got their own lives, their own ambitions, but they’ll respect you as a guiding force in their growth. Someone who has autonomy and can thrive independently, but still finds trust and strength in submitting to you when needed. You’re looking for balance, power exchange that allows both of you to evolve.

Now, about that control… you’re gonna need someone who can trust you completely. Someone who knows they’re not just giving up control for the sake of it—they’re doing it because they know you have their best interest at heart. They’ve got to be vulnerable and trust you to push them in the right ways, while knowing you’re there to keep them safe, always. We are not about abuse, we are about building them up through that control, showing them that letting go can be freeing.

The key is trust and communication. You’re gonna need to set clear boundaries from the start, and they need to be open to that. But once you find that dynamic, you’ll be able to bring out the best in each other, bringing richness into both of your lives. We got the nurturing side, but don’t forget that dominant, in-control side of you, too. The right sub will respect both and bring out the best in you.