#this was. good. a whole lot of very dubious consent in there for sure but. good.

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oh so welcome back alice is a Transgender manga huh

[foreverdolly]

ೃ࿔ SAVAGE BONDS part 3 『 feyd rautha x atreides!reader 』

summary: destined to one another since conception, your very life belongs to feyd rautha. as a token of good will you are sent to the strange planet of giedi prime a week before your wedding ceremony, only to learn that it is far more hostile than you imagined it would be. a failed assassination attempt has tempers flaring and sparks flying when it is decided to be safer to sleep alongside feyd. you hate to admit it, but he has played the part of a "protector" better than the guards who were tasked to watch over you. whilst you have been dreading this union all of your life, feyd has been anticipating it. meeting you as children had left him awe-struck. . . and a bit obsessed.

warnings: !SMUT HEAVY IN FUTURE PARTS!, feyd is super overprotective in this fic and kills multiple people in your honor, blood and gore, it's a dark romance folks, political marriage, forced proximity, temporary unrequited love, a lil dubious consent in some scenes, there's a lot of talk about breeding, enemies to lovers (in your mind, not his), there's a "who did this to you" scene, knife play, blood kink, breeding kink heavy, lots of scent marking/marking. ( need to edit this later because I'm exhausted right now)

word count: 3.5k

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If the intruder had made another noise then hadn’t been able to hear it. Not over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. Dread washed over you, the blood in your veins turning to ice as you were struck with a sudden realization: 

Either you fought for your life, here and now. . . or you died. 

Your throat locked up, and suddenly you found yourself unable to say anything at all. Shouldn’t you be screaming like a madwoman? Had he seen you undress for the night? Had he been lurking in a corner or a closet as your attendants had run your bath? Was everybody in on this? 

Every nervous smile and antsy movement came rushing back to you. Betrayal slapped you in the face so hard that it stunned you back into motion. 

The knife that you had hidden away in your room after breakfast was shorter than you would have liked- minimal reach, meaning you’d have to get up close to the attacker. Still, you somehow managed to kick the sheets off of you in order to lurch to the side before he was able to brandish his own blade. You heard it cut through the air, the loud tearing of the pillow where your head had just been perched a millisecond ago echoed through the pitch black room. 

You moved towards the door, bare feet against ice cold marble, and finally began to open your mouth to scream for whatever guards were sure to be stationed near the guest quarters. 

“I wouldn’t bother,” The man’s voice sneered, a smile evident in his voice. “No one will save you.” 

There it was. The truth. 

Everyone hated you, but you already knew as much. There was very little you could do in your nightdress- no way you could properly fend off an attacker without any shoes on your feet. Even worse, you had no shield. 

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, raising the knife so that you were holding it defensively in front of you. You hated how pathetic you sounded with your voice shaking like that. Still, your hands held strong. 

Under immense trauma and stress like this your body had gone into autopilot. Again and again your training has been hammered into you. You must remain calm. Act with surety. 

Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. 

You waited, listening to see if he was getting close to you. The bed creaked, the attacker stepping into a single ray of silver light that had escaped through the blinds.

 It was a guard. 

So this was planned. You should have known enough. You would have thought that Feyd would have been the one to orchestrate the whole thing, but his earlier warning had made it clear to you that he hadn’t wanted you to perish. At least not like this. 

He didn’t say anything else to you before his arm came barrelling down. You stepped to the side, almost tripping over the fabric of your dress in your panic. The cutter blade struck the wall behind you, and in the man’s blind fury he left his side completely defenseless. You surged forward, the knife tightly clutched in your hand, and brought it down hard on his arm. He cried out, the sound nearly deafening you as it echoed off of the empty walls. 

“You bitch!” His weapon clung against the ground. 

Still, his uninjured arm struck against the side of your face. The world tilted beneath you as you stumbled backwards, your spine cracking against the dresser drawer as your knees buckled beneath you. Pain. It felt like he had just drilled a hole clean into the side of your face. No one had ever landed a blow to you like that. The guard took advantage of your stunned state, moving forward so that he could wrap his meaty hands around your throat. 

You needed to use the Voice. He had to stop. . . but his hands were squeezing too tightly. Your lips moved but little more than fearful croaks escaped you. Tears pooled in your eyes at the pressure, at the pain, at the fucking fear that was threatening to swallow you up whole, whole, whole until you were nothing. Your nails scrapped against any bit of skin that you could find. He hissed in pain, using the weight of your own body against you as he slammed you against the dresser where he currently had you pinned. 

You kicked out your legs, desperately trying to find a foothold so that you could wrench yourself upwards. If you were in pants then you might have been able to save yourself, but your bare feet slid out against the loose fabric pooled underneath you. The man had struck when you had been most vulnerable. He was killing you. 

Your eyes widened, the tears finally spilling past the thick wall of your lower lashes. He was killing you. He was killing you. He was killing you. 

With the ringing filling your ears, you hadn’t heard the commotion outside of your door. Only when it slammed open, light from the hall flooding in, did you realize that someone had been alerted. The hands around your throat loosened just enough for you to take a deep, wheezing breath in. 

“Help me.” But you couldn’t reach the correct frequency, not when your vocal cords were so damaged. 

Still, with bleary eyes you stared up at whoever’s large form filled the doorway. Begging them to save you. 

And so they did. 

The world just fell away, like ink on wet paper- it all bled around him. All sound and sight ebbed away, the only thing visible in his rage being your tear filled eyes. Feyd had seen looks of pure terror on the faces of men he had bested countless times before. It never meant much to him. The lives he had taken never weighed heavy on his shoulders. He never cared much for anything aside from his own ambitions. He had goals- found minor joy in sharpening his mind and his blades. 

 He had carried his memories of you from childhood with him into adulthood, each glance and nervous smile acted as a balm that soothed any future traumas or worries. He knew that one day he would be standing exactly where he was right then, with you within arms length. 

This wasn’t what he had pictured throughout the years though. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was currently witnessing. 

Women bled the same as men did. He never felt overly-noble when it came to protecting them, no matter how weak or frail they looked. Feyd understood that it was survival of the fittest. People lost their lives every day in much crueler ways than suffocation. . . 

But the guard had his hands around your throat, and in that moment Feyd no longer saw the proud woman that had managed to nearly knock him off of his feet earlier. No, in that moment you looked just like that six year old little girl he had always cared for so dearly. You looked exactly how he had left you- scared, fragile and innocent. 

Feyd-Rautha wasn’t quite sure what love was, but he could imagine that it must be what he felt for you. Losing you was an impossibility, he’d never let it happen. He couldn’t. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” 

An eerie sort of calm befell the room, the only sounds being your shaky breaths as you tried to fill your aching lungs with air. The guard didn’t answer him, only stared with fearful eyes up at the Na-Baron. He was looking Death right in the face. 

“Was it your idea to attack her in the middle of the night like this?” Feyd took another step into the room, which had the guard scooting back awkwardly on his knees. “You were going to kill her in the dark like she was no better than an animal.” 

He hadn’t even been brave enough to face you with the lights on. 

Feyd, without turning around, used his foot to close the door behind him. Once again the room plummeted into pitch black darkness. There was a shuffling sound in front of him, the man trying to get to his feet as fast as he could to put some distance between the two of them, but it was too late. Feyd followed the source of the noise and reached out, grabbing the man around the stomach before sinking his blade deep into his neck. A sick wet gurgling noise caused you to let out a small cry. Still, the blue eyed man wouldn’t be offput by your disgust. 

He had to pay for what he did to you. 

And so he dislodged the knife easily, the sharp blade gliding through muscle and skin, and then stabbed again. And again. And again. The guard moaned in pain, trying his hardest to buck and fight Feyd off of him. Even when the man’s legs gave out from under him Feyd followed him, falling to his knees so that he could continue his ruthless assault. 

The Na-Baron grit his teeth, eyes wide as his knife continued to find purchase in the corpse beneath him. The bastard had caused you to suffer. He had hurt you. Feyd didn’t stop there either. He stood up and made his way out into the hallway. 

The rage had made a home somewhere deep in his chest. He didn’t know what to do with so much anger. He needed. . . he needed to make everyone atone for what they had done to you. Did they think that he would approve of their lame assassination attempt? 

“You heard everything and did nothing!” He screamed out at the other guards who stood in the hallway. 

His hands were coated in blood, his black shirt and night pants soaked through, clinging to his skin. All they could do was watch him, unable to say anything at all. Feyd knew that they could not deny his claims. They had all been in on this from the start. 

And so he raised his blade again and did not stop until every man in the hallway was long-dead. 

Not a word had been said since the incident. You didn’t even complain when Feyd had all but dragged you through the halls, rather you followed him as emotionless as a doll. The blood of the fallen marred your arms and crisp white nightdress. It was as if your body had gone into auto pilot. Your mind was lost to you, as you felt as though you were floating off somewhere far away. You no longer existed at all. 

You were just a hollow shell now, in a state of shock that had you shutting down completely. 

Where was he taking you? You didn’t know, nor did you particularly care anymore. 

The guard’s final breaths had sounded wet, probably due to the blood in his lungs. The blade hitting bone. His moans of pain. Those sounds still echoed in your ears, and you were positive that you’d never be able to get them out of your head. 

You’d never witnessed anything like that in all of your life. Someone had been killed mere feet away from you. And yet you weren’t sorry for him. You searched yourself for even an inkling of pity and came up short. The bastard got what he deserved. 

“Why did you have to do that in front of me?” You managed to mumble out. 

Tonight would soon become a memory that would never abandon you. Even in old age you were certain that you would be able to recall every gut wrenching detail of tonights events. When the door leading out to the doorway had opened and illuminated the room, Feyd’s sins had been revealed in full to you. 

The guard was unrecognizable. He no longer looked human to you, his insides turned out. Your betrothed had quite literally gutted your attacker in front of you. 

Your bare feet tracked blood on the floors, the long skirts of your nightgown soaked with another man’s blood. 

“I killed him for you. I wanted you to experience every moment of retribution.” He didn’t turn around to face you as he spoke. Instead he kept his eyes on the hallway, the pupils of his pale blue eyes blown out wide. 

You cast a look down at the hand that was holding your arm in a vice-like grip. He was shaking. It was almost as though he could feel your eyes on his hand. His trembling fingers dug into your soft skin. 

Feyd released you once the two of you were alone in a room together, closing the door behind him and locking it for good measure. You stood there, motionless as you followed the line of his jaw with your eyes. The muscle there ticked a few times as he clenched and unclenched his jaw. He was still agitated, you could tell. 

“You’re starting to bruise.” He motioned towards his own neck. 

Your hand flew up to your throat, poking at the tender skin. It felt hot under your touch- sore too. It would serve as a reminder of how close you had come to death. Tonight you felt nothing. . . but what about tomorrow? Would you ever be able to sleep again? 

“How did you know that I was being attacked?” Your suspicion was beginning to build back up again. There were just too many coincidences. 

“You think I had something to do with this?” He sounded agitated. There was no hint of his usual sarcastic lilt in his tone. 

You’d never seen Feyd like this before. He actually seemed. . . offended but your gentle accusation. 

“You can’t answer my question with yet another question. How did you know I was being attacked?” You might have been in a state of immense shock but you still had some wits about you. 

You were locked in a room with a murderer, and the possibility that he had a hand in your assassination attempt was high. Once again you found yourself utterly defenseless. If he tried to attack you now there was no way that you’d be able to defend yourself. Not only that but your throat was wrecked. You could barely talk at the current moment, meaning you couldn’t even depend on the Voice if you needed to. You were as helpless as a child in the wake of Feyd’s power. 

“I see you in my dreams sometimes.” 

Anyone else would have called him insane, but you were used to Paul’s dreams. They’d been getting even more vivid as he aged. So Feyd had a dream that you were in danger? You found it difficult to believe that he would go out of his way to come to your rescue. Still, here he was. 

“Is that why you warned me today at breakfast?” The pieces were finally beginning to fall into place. He’d known something was going to happen since last night. 

“Yes,” He tilted his head, seemingly deep in thought. “Something told me to go and see you.” 

You didn’t have it in yourself to question him further. You’d have to be satisfied with his answers. What you really wanted was a bath and a fresh change of clothes. One last look at your soiled clothes had your nose wrinkling in disgust. The smell of blood was thick in your nose- so strong that the iron scent almost smelled sweet. You gagged outwardly, putting your hands on your knees as you suddenly dry heaved. 

“You realize that he couldn’t be left alive after what he had done, don’t you?” 

Of course you did. That didn’t make it any better though. Your fingers stuck together, caked in blood, as you balled them into fists at your sides. 

“Bath.” Was all you said, already looking around the room that you assumed was his living quarters for any sign of a tub. 

He didn’t make any complaints as you closed the bathroom door behind yourself. Feyd gave you the time to process everything, didn’t knock on the door even once as the minutes ticked by. You stayed in the water until your fingers pruned and rubbed your skin until it was raw. Blood was everywhere. Under your nails, between your toes- it had even soaked through your dress and now caked your lower legs and thighs. 

You threw on a thin cotton robe you found neatly folded on a small towel rack, tying it tightly around your waist before you built up the courage to face your fiance again. 

“Take me back to my room.” You were eager to fall asleep. 

You’d been through too much. The thought of having to be conscious was tiring in itself. If you could close your eyes and sleep for the next ten years then you would. 

You missed your home. You missed your parents and Paul. You missed stability and security. Your life felt lost to you now. 

“This is your room now.” He was laying on the bed, already in a change of clothes. He seemingly took a bath himself while you had locked yourself away. There was no trace of gore left on him now. 

Your mouth went dry, palms pooling with sweat. Surely you were understanding him incorrectly. 

“You can’t expect me to sleep in the same room with you. We aren’t married.” There was absolutely no way your parents would approve of something like this. 

“I don’t trust anyone besides myself with your safety.” 

You didn’t trust anyone. Especially not Feyd. 

“Why should I be expected to sleep with you? I don’t feel comfortable-” 

“I will kill anyone that lays a finger on you again. Let that pile of bodies act as a warning to anyone else that tries. That’s why you should be expected to stay here with me. Get in the bed.” He seemed tired. Aggitated. 

“No.” You held strong. Never in your life had you slept in the same room as a man, let alone someone like Feyd-Rautha. He’d sooner kill you in your sleep then anyone else would. 

“Come here.” His tone caused you to jump. 

You had to bite your tongue as you approached him, sitting down awkwardly on the bed before you finally succumbed to his wishes. The bed was softer than your own, which you immediately envied. The soft mattress enveloped you, and all at once the tiredness you hadn’t felt until then finally sank in. 

You didn’t put up much more of a fight. Your eyes were beginning to close on their own accord. Feyd was watching you, turned on his side so that he could get a better look at you. It was then, for the first time ever, that you fully noted how beautiful he was. Up close like this he was even more striking. Blue eyes, full lips and pale, flawless skin. 

One thing that went unnoticed by you was the fact that Feyd didn’t turn the lights off. 

Without having to ask. . . he didn’t turn the lights off. 

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[moonstruckme]

omg ok idea! James or Sirius with a gf whose chatty but just not super crass and May be she comes home drunk from girl's night and is just openly trying to seduce him and he's just so taken aback like who is this person?!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: intoxication, dubious consent but nothing more than kissing

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 717 words

Sirius has never received such determined kisses in his life. 

He turns his lips from yours, smearing them over your brow in consolation when you make a piteous, dejected sound he’s going to pretend for your benefit isn’t hilarious. You keep planting kisses on his jaw, his neck. Sirius catches your wrists in his hands when you start pulling up the hem of his shirt. 

“Hey, hey,” he laughs. “What happened to ‘hello’? Is this how we greet each other now, sweetness?” 

The kisses had begun the second he’d shut the door on your friends. They’d chatted for a minute before that, and you’d had this strange smile on your face as you waited for them to go. At the time, Sirius had chalked it up to your obvious inebriation, but now he knows it for depravity. 

“Preferably,” you mumble, mouth busy with the bits of chest you can get at by pulling down the collar of his shirt. Sirius isn’t sure whether you can’t stand on your own or whether you’ve just decided pressing yourself fully against him is the way to go. Any other time, he really wouldn’t be opposed. 

“What’s gotten into you?” he asks, delighted and exercising every ounce of self restraint in his battered soul to keep from kissing you back. He starts pulling you towards the couch, your uncoordinated feet following behind. 

You pause in your ravishment to grin up at him. You look positively impish. “Like, d’you want a list?” 

Sirius laughs, astonished. “What happened to my shy girl? Were you freaky fridayed by someone in the club?” 

“Freaky fridayed in the club.” You snort, flopping down onto the couch when he does and immediately getting into his lap. “That could mean lots of things.” 

Sirius feels a tug on his mouth. “Such as?” 

You bury your head in his neck, voice vibrating against his skin. “It’d make a good band name.” 

“It might,” he agrees, taking your face between both hands and removing you from him like a leech. A very pretty, beloved leech. “Do you feel like it might be time for bed, lovebug?” 

Your eyes spark. “Yeah,” you say heartily. 

“To sleep,” he clarifies. 

“Oh.” Your face falls. “Well, no. I thought we could have sex first.” 

Sirius guffaws, the sound short and loud, and his amusement really only worsens when you frown sullenly.

“Baby,” he tries gentling his tone, “I would love that, but you know why we can’t.” 

“Why?” you ask obstinately. 

Sirius pushes his thumbs into your cheeks, making wishful dimples on either side of your frown. “Because of what’s gotten into you.” 

“But I want to,” you whine. 

He pouts right back at you. “Me too, darling. It’s a tragedy.” 

“Not even a kiss?” you ask, tilting your head in his hands and looking up at him with huge, sweet eyes. Have you been able to do that this whole time? Fuck, he’s lucky you’re not often feeling bold enough to use it. 

“I could do a kiss,” he concedes. 

“A nice one,” you demand.

Sirius feels his lips pull up. “Agreed. A nice one.” 

You close your eyes, expectant, and he bends towards you, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. You taste like all manner of booze, but still his girl. You make a soft sound in your throat, lips parting for his, coaxing him in. In an extraordinary show of willpower, Sirius pulls away. 

“Hey.” You look betrayed, and he can’t help himself, planting a quick peck on your nose that makes it scrunch adorably. “You said it’d be a nice one!”

“That felt pretty nice to me,” he says, laughing when you try to move in for more and he has to dodge you. He turns his head to the side and catches at your hands when they go for his shirt. “That’s it for tonight. If you want more kisses tomorrow, I promise to let you have as many as you like.” 

You sigh, giving up and hooking your chin on his shoulder. “Your lips were, like, buzzing,” you mumble, wistful. “It was nice.” 

“Pretty sure that’s just you, sweetness,” Sirius tells you kindly, breaking his promise once more to press his lips to your hair. “Ready for bed now?”

“To sleep?” you ask despondently. 

“Yeah, baby. To sleep.”

[metranart]

“Do your very best not to scream—” Hawks mumbled, pressing his face between your legs- your voice caught in your throat as he licked a fat stripe over your clit... “Your body reacts so good to me...” he hummed, sucking the sensitive nub deeper into his mouth.

ft. Hawks centered, Hawks x reader, Slight! Bakugo x reader, Slight! Dabi x reader (in future chaps)

Hawks x UA Student! Reader (Part 11)

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Warning tag: obsessed! Hawks, possessive! Hawks, naive! student reader, violation of trust, dubious consent, mating cycles, rut response, obsessive behavior, uncontrollable thirst for reader, manipulation, forced, thigh riding, hormonal minds out of control, sexual content, first time, cock riding, teenage fuck, Dabi's toxically interested in you, Bakugo bestie yet secretly inlove wit you, love confessions, cock-drunk, Hawks trying to be good but failing miserably, gaslighting, HEAVY plot, lots of smut.

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“Please just call me Hawks,” he kept insisting with a winning smile over his lips. Your mother giggled cutely while your father just grinned, and Toji exclaimed loudly. 

“Hawks!”

Everyone laughed. You would have too, if you weren’t so worried about the Hero’s secret intentions. You couldn’t move your legs, they were glued to the chair and consequently, you were anchored to your seat.  

“Such a good boy.” Hawks nodded with a soft smile, ruffling Toji’s soft hair with one hand, while with the other caressed your thigh, up and down in slow motions, applying a deliriously satisfying pressure with his fingertips. The bastard could be a professional masseuse if the Hero career failed him. Your eyes were about to roll back—

“I'm so relieved nothing happened to you in the Nomu attack, sweetie... But Bakugo usually walks with you after school-" Your sweet mother mentioned with a bit of concern in her voice, since Bakugo’s mother was her best friend, "...Did you quarrel?"  

Your mother felt the need to inquire about one of your closest childhood friends, and you immediately felt the palm on your thigh stop, abruptly.  

Hawks slowly tilted his head, his eyes flickered over to you, all his attention focused on the next words that would come out of your mouth. 

"Ehhh... No-o, mom... Luckily, he stayed up late training with the others," you explained, your voice turning soft and almost too affectionate at the mention of the aforementioned. "If I had been with Bakugo without a doubt nothing would have happened to me, that fool would have prioritized my safety instead of his-" 

“Is this Bakugo your boyfriend?"  

The question came out soft and playful, raising no suspicion, but his hand squeezing your thigh said otherwise. It was possessive, intentional, and dare you say, awfully jealous. 

Your mother chuckled behind her hand and shook her head. "Bakugo sure would make an interesting boyfriend, wouldn't he, sweetie?" 

“He's her best friend, mom says they're going to end up getting married." Toji assured, repeating the words he used to hear from his mother, and you deadpanned, exclaiming. 

“Toji!” 

Suddenly the fingers resting over your thigh began to move again, walking their way up your soft skin. Secretly and deliberately slipping under the fabric of your shorts, your whole body went rigid as Hawks lazily tapped his lips with the index of his free hand, resting his head on his knuckles as he watched you curiously, something disturbingly defiant in those golden eyes.

“Are we talking about Katsuki Bakugo, the winner of last year’s sports festival?” Hawks mused, and Toji nodded his little head eagerly before spat. “It’s the explosion boy.”

Your mother giggled at the nickname, and Hawks grinned, sharp stare set on you. 

“Oh right, now I remember him… He was also the kid who was kidnapped by the league of villains—” 

“Such an unfortunate event, Mitsuki was so worried-...” your mother remembered, “Thankfully, he was rescued on time and without any damage…. Unfortunately, it was by certain, little young lady and her overly heroic friends–” 

You blushed hard. Your mother would never let you forget that, it was an open secret that you would have preferred her not to mention right now.

“Such a daredevil,” Hawks shared with dull eyes, yet sounding highly amused, “I’ll have to have both eyes on you to keep you safe…” and away from this kid. He didn’t have to say it, but his fingers digging between your legs was loud enough. 

Your hands squeezing the edge of the table could easily be mistaken for teenage embarrassment, but it was actually your way of suppressing any lewd sound. Hawks’ fingers rested on top of your cotton panties, not even the fabric in-between dissuading him from work the pad of his thumb in a lazy, torturous circular motion over your bundle of nerves, one single knuckle tracing your slit over the fabric, up and down, but never overstepping his welcome.

“You’ll need more than two eyes, Mr. Hawks.” Your father joked, and they chuckled.  

Finally, the topic was monopolized again by another question-and-answer session, Takami Keigo was a real devil, no matter how much you tightened your thighs around his hand, you only pushed him to continue. Your lower lip was about to split between your teeth, as his fingers kept caressing you, masturbating you, trying to arouse your young body, wanted to break you to then mold you around him- but that was something he would never admit out loud.

“—Sweetie, you’re shaking, and your cheeks are so red…” Your mother warned, leaning from her chair to touch your feverish forehead, “-are you feeling sick?”  

This stopped Keigo momentarily, but the clever bastard was too keen to be deprived of his fun. Retrieving his intrusive hand from between your legs, you felt relieve wash over you, until from the corner of your eye, you saw a crimson feather plucking itself from his wings and as if had life of its own, went under the table to then dip under your panties. Like a soft, feathery patch covered your clit-…. and you could barely blink fast enough to disguise your eyes crossing when it started to vibrate. 

Fuck Takami Keigo and his wickedness! This was way too much, the vibration was shaking every nerve terminal on your skin, turning you into a mass of heat and disorientation.

“Do not be alarmed ma'am, it is totally normal after a traumatic event-...,” Hawks cooed, in a calm almost silky tone, reaching up his hand to stroke your cheek, brotherly. You knew better. “Our young heroin is coming—” he made a long pause to gauge your reaction, which actually was delicious to watch. Your eyes popped open with so much embarrassment, he almost had a fit of laughter, but knowing he might be overstepping your limits, continued, “—to become a Pro Hero.” Hawks grinned at your worried mother, stealing her precious attention to himself without even trying, “little by little these attacks will be a thing of the past, and slowly shock will fade faster.”

“I’m fine-e, mo-mommy—…” your best attempt of speaking was laughable, yet something in the childish way your voice came out, enticed the winged hero.

“Everything was delicious, especially the company,” Takami Keigo announced charmingly, as if his feather wasn't playing a symphony over your clit, “I hope you don’t mind but I took the liberty of ordering a special dessert, as my way of thank you for such a wonderful evening.” Hawks said, stealing the attention and your parents immediately told him that it was not necessary.

“Oh please, I really don’t mind—” 

The doorbell interrupted him, the order had arrived and before he could even attempt to get up, your parents insisted on going.  

“Oh, thank you very much, you spoil me too much.” The blond said, seeing from the corner of his eye their silhouettes walking away towards the front door. Granting him the privacy that he longed for, and probably, unknowingly you needed as well.

“Hey, Toji. I forgot my visor in your sister’s room, do you mind go up and bring it to me?” 

“Sure!” without delay, the little boy sprang out of his chair, running upstairs. “I’m on a mission-” Toji said, playfully. “You can trust me, Hawks, I won’t take long!” The boy promised, overly excited, to which the hero absentmindedly replied, “I trust you, young hero, take your time… I’ll tried to do the same.”

A shiver ran down your spine at the way he was looking at you, it was predatorily intimidating.  

“You hadn't mentioned this Bakugo boy to me,” he said, increasing the vibration on the feather against your clit one last time to see you get closer to the edge, your mouth opened wide and your brow wrinkled, you were so close....so close....when he stopped all together and waited, “…So, should I be worried—or not?”

An almost annoyed whine slipped across your lips but it was too brief to call it a conscious thing. You took the break to fill your lungs with oxygen, finally being able to gasp without an audience, a bead of sweat rolled down your forehead. You hadn’t orgasmed but you were too damn close, you still felt the vestiges of the phantom vibration shake your nerve endings. Your gaze narrowed at him, and Keigo didn't like it at all.  

Who did he think he was to demand an answer from you? You thought angry, no matter how much he repeated it, you weren't his mate.

“Leave Bakugo out of this, you psycho.”  You managed to spat between gasps. You shouldn’t have, not when he was being sting so rabidly by the prick of jealousy. His nose wrinkled in disgust, and you realized too late that you still were way too far from being able to read him, properly.  

“Fine.” Hawks, said placidly, “I’ll leave him out… of your fucking mind for good. I can do that—”

There was no warning and according to you there wasn’t time either, but that didn’t stop him from standing up. The suddenness of the motion startled you, but it was when he slipped under the table, that you fretted -how the hell did he fit with everything and wings was a mystery to you- but he was creative, so he managed.

“What-What are you doing?” your voice shook way too much for your liking. 

“Not gonna hurt you, baby bird.” His voice came from under the table as his hands tugged at the waistband of your shorts, and you let loose a choked scream, kicking as hard as you could, but it only gave him an opening to nestle himself between your legs. There he slipped your garments by your thighs until pulled around your ankles, nimbly hiked your knees over his shoulders for accessibility, -bumping one of your knees against the wooden table- and saying a sheepish sorry when heard you wail, openly ignored your concerns about be found out. Softly shushing you, trying to calm your unrelenting panic as you scrambled to get away from him.

“Do your very best not to scream—” he mumbled, pressing his face between your legs- your voice caught in your throat as he licked a fat stripe from your perineum to your clit where he formed a vacuum with his lips and wholeheartedly sucked, at the already sensitive bundle of nerves. Quaking your whole frame with the act. 

“Your body reacts so good to me...” he hummed, sucking the sensitive nub deeper into his mouth while buzzing his lips, sending goosebumps up your tummy. Your hands whipped at his hair, golden locks between your fingers as you tugged trying to deter him. 

“MY good girl—keep going… those little fingers feel SO good!” He praised, apparently Hawks liked it rough, and not just taking it but giving it, as well. 

The Hero flicked his tongue sucking harder, it was bruising your ego how good it felt, your eyes rolled back almost automatically- you’d never felt anything quite like it before. It was bizarre- too warm and wet- his tongue felt like texturized silk, so dutiful to its task, your thighs shivered on either side of his head. 

“I bet Bakugo has no freaking idea how to eat you properly, but to use everyone’s favorite hero’s motto… ‘It's fine now. Do you know why? Because I am here!’” 

You heard Hawks imitate All Might from under the table, his own laughter sending glorious vibrations deep into your responsive core and feeling your body relaxing even a thad, he brought two thick fingers up to your entrance, slipping them inside, carefully. Rejoicing in the way your back arched, and your fight began to fade away, fat tears pricking at the corner of your eyes but never down your cheeks. 

All your biting and hurtful comments died on your semi-opened lips the second you felt an unfamiliar tightening twist your stomach, you were getting embarrassingly wetter than you already were. The vulgar slurping sounds that came from under the table were proof enough, your juices slid down his chin and your thighs in a sinful combination.  You couldn’t stop your hips from grinding up against his grateful face, as you couldn’t stop him from giving soft but devastating little bites to your swollen clit. Your world crumbling apart under his professional and slick mouth.

“Hawks-s…I’m sorry, please-e stoooooop…They’ll be back soon—Ahhhhh! I beg you.” You reduced to plead to deaf ears, Hawks was absolutely fucking gone -moaning against you, as he hauled you closer as if that was even possible. He was fucking getting off on this.... on you, your choked moans and trembling thighs.... the sick fucking bastard wanted to ruin you for men. 

His head pulled up, but his fingers kept pumping. Those golden pools of lust stare up at you from his kneeling position, so you could see him grind his lips against your hot, convulsing core— and having hero number two of the whole country like that… on his knees lapping at your pussy…. just made you lose it. Out of your control, you squeezed your thighs together, trapping him there. Hawks didn't mind.

“Mmmmmm— baby bird.” He sounded enthralled, “this is the kind of dessert I want for the rest of my fucking life….” he mumbled between mouthfuls of your sweet cunt, you have never ever been this driven, this livid. A mix of fear and excitement that spiked your blood pressure. “-Let a real man work you properly…. I’ll make sure you forget your own name, right away.”

Both his palms were pinned to each side of your thighs hauling you closer to his face, smothering himself against your pussy. You could only glimpse his mop of golden locks between your open legs. It was futile to push him away, he was grounded to you. So, your hands went to your mouth to prevent the sultry noise. 

You were fucking close, almost there… Godammit! It hadn’t even been three minutes and you already felt the anticipatory orgasmic sensation defining every fiber of your being, your whole body felt like running on electricity.  

“You know what to do to help me speed up, baby bird…” Hawks hummed against your folds, a wave of unbridled pleasure washing over your body as you shivered under his grasp, “I’m such a big fan of my name in your sweet voice—"

“Ke-Keigo, ahhhh!” you push yourself to mewl for him,” Keigo—Takami Keigo~” you blasted, hunting for the oncoming orgasm, and Keigo buzzed his fingers against that meaningful spot inside of you that made you see white. Making you cum, hard and pretty, all over his mouth. 

Your legs shook violently on each side of his head, and he continued to lick, his tongue hot and strong against your weak and overstimulated clit. Your, breathing a true mess. Hawks still smashing his lips against the inner skin of your thighs while you could already hear the small steps of your little brother returning from his quest.

“Ple-Please....Keigo, p-please…” you pleaded brokenly, blinking numbly, still lost in the post-orgasmic sensation, worriedly waiting for chaos to unleash again. You refused to open your eyes as you felt him redress you, without a fucking hurry. Damn this man! 

“Here you go, Hawks!” Toji exclaimed, feeling proud of his feat, “Did I took long?” the little one asked, handing the visor to the Hero who was now sitting next to you, in his own chair, fresh as a lettuce and without a hair out of place, as if nothing, whereas your gummy walls were still fluttering around nothing, post-orgasmic shivers ruling your whole body and, Hawks seemed unfazed, almost at ease. 

“Thank you, peanut.” Hawks said, using your cute nickname for him. One glance from his eyes was enough for you to know, he wasn’t done. 

“Now tell me, do you like this Bakugo guy?” he asked pulling the boy onto his lap and putting the visor on him, “—he’s loud, like very loud and always looks angry, but I like him.” The little boy admitted, playing with the visor happily, “… do you prefer him or me?” Keigo asked innocently, Toji, not suspecting due to his young age replied without even hesitating, “Hawks! A thousand times!” 

“Hawks, a thousand times,” the blond repeated, tilting his head to the side to look at you, “-Kids don’t lie, you should listen, baby bird.”

Seconds later your parents appeared each carrying a box of desserts in their hands, a big, embarrassed smile on your mother’s face.  

“You really shouldn’t have bothered, Mr. Hawks…” 

“I really don’t mind, something sweet always helps to complement a great dinner.”  Hawks stated, glancing at you, big cheeky smile on his glossy lips before ask. “Don’tcha agree, (Y/N)?” 

With all eyes on you, your head moved up and down, in a forced nod.  

“Yey~ then let's dig in.” Hawks cheered, offering the pastries to your family, and placing a peanut-butter one on your plate, “Maybe something salty for you… Since you already are sweet enough.” He licked his lips, and you knew what he really meant. 

God! How you hated how pleased your parents looked, Hawks seriously managed to fool them, so much so that when he offered to take you to the UA dorm at a late hour of the night, they didn’t even hesitate.

“Don’t forget to send us a message once you arrive,” Your mother hugged you at the door, “thank you for paying us a visit, sweetie. We love you, and..... thank you very much for dining with us, Mr. Hawks." Your parents bowed respectfully, and the Hero did the same, "it was my pleasure, I really love home cooking… thank you for having me at such short notice—” 

"We'd love for you to visit us again, if you find time on your Hero schedule-" Your mother said, looking at you for support.

"Hawks is number two hero in the country, mom, he barely has time—” 

"I would love to, if you'll have me," The blond quickly intervened, and your father agreed, shaking his hand, "... sounds good to us."

"Yei!" Toji screamed excitedly at the possibility of having Hawks for dinner again, and rushing to the Hero, hugged him, pulling at the fabric of his pants for him to crouch down to his level, which of course, he did.

"You are the coolest, Hawks. I love you." The little boy whispered in his ear as he hugged him tight and you felt your heart break, if Toji ever found out what this hero was really like he would surely lose all faith in them. It was your duty as his big sister, protect him… and pretend.

"Time to go peanut, give me just as big a hug and next time maybe Hawks will take you surf the sky."

Toji cheered at this, hugging you equally tight and you could glimpse unrequested hope on Keigo's gaze, so much hope it actually made you feel bad for him. 

The last thing you wanted to do was be near Keigo right now, let alone in his arms and even worse at high altitude, but there was no choice as the subway was already closed. 

The air felt cool against your face, but Hawks had insisted you wear his visor, so at least didn’t hurt your eyes. 

"I hope you had your fun," you suddenly spat, trying to make the situation clear, despite having said otherwise in front of your family, "this will never, ever happen again—”

“How long do you think you’ll need?” Hawks asked, out of the sudden, openly ignoring your recent warning and you looked up at him as if he were speaking other language. “You said you needed time…. So, how much time do you need?” 

Fuck! He remembered, of course, he did. He was delusional with this rut thing. 

Sighing loudly, went silent ‘till you spat. “Like a LOT.”

“Give me a time lapse—…. ‘A lot’ is invalid for me.” He murmured, staring at you from those golden pearls he called eyes. “Perhaps, a weekend?” 

“—More like a year.” 

He shook his head, leaning closer to bump his forehead against yours, playfully. “How about a week, baby bird?” 

You denied. “At least eight months—” 

“One month.” Hawks said without room for discussion. “It's as long as I’ll be able to….”

You hated when he bit back important intel, so you pushed for the end of that sentence. “… you’ll be able to what?” 

“One month is more than enough, baby bird, be thankful and let it be.” He advised, refusing to end his line of thought, and refusing to acknowledge your glare as well. His gaze set on the vast blackened sky. 

“WHY you always have to—” 

“Please don’t!” Hawks warned, “If I feel you in distress my instinct will immediately set off…... I’ll be unable to control myself now that I know I have to leave you-…you are not a stranger to that scenario,” he sounded remorseful, almost annoyed. “So, a month it is.”

He insisted and you pursed your lips, vastly frustrated. You didn’t want him to fuck your brains out on the next available alleyway, but you didn’t want to obey him either. 

“Is there any other option available, apart from rape or domestication?” Your anger was evident. 

“Not right now. I believe later on…. But not-not right now.” He sighed, not liking how angry you looked. “I’m sorr—” 

“Save it, I don’t want it.”

For the first time, he actually listened to you, you finished surfing through the sky in silence, once outside of the UA dorms he lowered you until your feet touched the ground and without giving him nothing close to a proper goodbye, you ran away.

Just a kiss on the cheek, if you wanted just a peck on the forehead, or perhaps, an uncomfortable hug, he could even settle with a handshake…. But no, nothing of the sort. His own mate denied him any kind of affection. Leaving him standing there, alone. 

 Keigo had to fight all his instincts when saw you getting away, without even sparing him a last glance, as you approached the tall building, he tensed when the door opened. 

His fists clenched as did his jaw as a familiar face greeted you, wrapping you in his strong arms at once, his scolding could be heard as far as he stood, no doubt he was loud, very loud…...that Katsuki Bakugo was the loudest motherfucker he had ever encounter. So worried about your well-being that he didn’t even scan the horizon, he just hauled you inside and locked the door behind. 

Hawks felt his blood boil, his beloved mate in another man’s arms… He should go in and relieve his head from his neck—

Until the present day, Hawks doesn’t know whether to call it luck or bad luck when Kurogiri’s sudden appearance, startled him. Distracting him enough to made him feel something else apart from murderous separation anxiety. 

The elegant dark purple mist greeted him politely.

“Good evening, Mr. Hawks,” the Villain made a courteous bow, “I am pleased to inform you that the League of Villains has decided to give you a trial period.” His glowing yellow eyes stared at him with calm numbness, to which Hawks coming out of shock, replied with rehearsed coolness.

“I’m glad! I was really worried they wouldn’t take me seriously—” he grinned, scratching the back of his head to play the harmless fool. “Shesh! I’m relieved.”

“It pleases me to hear that, it’s good to know that we could have another villain ally in such a renowned Hero.” Kurogiri stated very formal, “—By the way, this is a gift from the League, a souvenir if you prefer,” the villain handed him a yellow envelope, and placidly waited for him to open it. 

“O-Oh, nice...” Hawks took it with slight hesitation, “-you didn’t have to bother…” He said trying to sound grateful instead of perplexed, but his eyes threw his entire act through the window, almost bulging out of his sockets when looked at the content inside. 

His breath hitched, wings bristled, and those relaxed eyebrows knitted together in suppressed wrath. Hawks previously cheerful golden eyes turned sharp and menacing at reading, 

‘Yours truly’

“—Is this Dabi’s doing?” the winged hero growled through clenched teeth, to which Kurogiri just smiled politely. 

“We are everywhere, my fellow Villain. Nothing slips our eye…. Let alone a villain as promising as you.”

COMING SOON PART 12....

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[poetry-protest-pornography]

The way that they're talking about consent (in the midst of all the recording and dishonesty) is really interesting and important.

Last week, we had First and Soong doing a lot of roleplaying-- and First asking Soong why he didn't use his safe word if it hurt and Soong saying he liked the pain, and then there was aftercare.

This week, there was the whole really intense kidnapping scene, which required so much planning and discussion. And then later, there was the argument about Soong feeling pressured to perform and faking an orgasm, and First's reaction to that read to me like he was hurt that Soong wasn't honest with him, and shame that his desires were causing Soong stress. And mostly, horror at the idea that Soong wasn't an enthusiastic participant in their sex.

I feel like this is confirmed later, when we have this scene, where Soong uses his words, and First is genuinely distressed about their boundaries. (And in his talk with Zouey at the end, but more on that later)

If you've been with your partner for long enough -- or you're naturally observant/careful to pay attention-- yes, you can pick up on the difference between "into it but getting used to what's happening" and "not into it, this is Not Good", but as First points out later, the line between the two is blurry, and that's why safe words exist. So what Siong is asking for here isn't out of the question, but it isn't something that their relationship could manage at this point; they just don't know each other well enough.

And then, we have Teena and Zouey.

Zouey said he wanted to have sex with Teena, and Teena was a little dubious, but he just got that boyfriend title, and there was no way he wasn't going to take the chance to sleep with Zouey -- the boy is down bad. But, Teena is a smart cookie, and he's also experienced, so he establishes a safe word, rightfully anticipating that it would be a struggle for Zouey to let go and needing to know he was being safe and considerate (and sane and keeping it consensual).

It goes poorly, because Zouey protests, but doesn't use the safe word, so Teena pushes, thinking he's still within established boundaries

But Zouey isn't experienced, and when he gets uncomfortable he doesn't remember to use the word.

(And there was the whole "if we're going to be a couple, we're going to have to do it" bit, which I do believe Teena when he says that he misspoke, because he was so genuine when he said before that they didn't need to have sex, but that's a different post. But, at face value, this idea of "we're already halfway there, we shouldn't stop" is very much about consent and how and why safe words are important.

Discomfort and hesitation are natural parts of sexual experience, especially if it's new, and double especially if it's kinky. Having a word that means "Actually stop now, something's not working/is wrong" is vital to keeping you and your partner safe and feeling good physically and emotionally.)

This conversation with First and Zouey is so important.

They're both struggling with the idea that they've been involved in a sexual situation that veered into abusive, and they both need to hear what happened was actually bad communication.

And then, First wraps it up nicely, when he can see Zouey is struggling a little still.

I'm really impressed by how hard this show is pushing the importance of consent and safe sexual experimentation (especially when these discussions are held up against the not-sure-if-this-is-consensual things that are happening with Many, and with the definitely-not-consensual sex tape Captain made). It's very rare for conversations about sex and kink to be handled so well-- or to be shown at all, really.

Also, Zouey?

Please do, he looks like a kicked puppy.

[milkpup]

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›› toji fushiguro x reader ›› megumi fushiguro x reader ›› toji x reader x megumi (mfm) ›› 18+ f!reader ›› started: 12/6/23 : updated: 1/29/24 : status: ongoing

‹𝟹 summary: You and Megumi are best friends. You've known eachother for almost your whole life. His home has become your second home. As time passes and life happens, Megumi slowly develops feelings for you, even though he's unaware of it. To complicate things further, you're now living with him and his father, who has also taken a liking to you.

‹𝟹 fandom: jjk, jujutsu kaisen

‹𝟹 genres / warnings: au - no powers, college au, power imbalance, pseudo-incest (they both want y/n, nothing w/ eachother), dubious consent

‹𝟹 tags: good cop bad cop, fluff, smut, angst, toji has a big dick, dilf toji, toji is his own warning, toji tries to be a good parent, toji is an asshole, toji is trying okay?, daddy dom toji, daddy kink, porn with feelings, porn with plot, friends to lovers, spit / spitting, spit kink, spit as lube, breeding, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, double vaginal pen, double pen, anal, making out, making love, love triangles, praise kink, degradation, light masochism, light sadism, emotional sex, cuckolding, jealousy, jealousy kink, smoking, smoking kink, emotional manipulation, manipulation, polyamory?, father and son share you, protective megumi fushiguro, megumi needs a hug, megumi has a big dick, aged up characters, dead dove: do not eat, finger sucking, large cock, cum swallowing, blow jobs, first time blow jobs, under desk blow jobs, fingerfucking, face sitting, face riding, 69, mutual masturbation, threesome mfm, lots of smut, loss of virginity

‹𝟹 notes: formatting next chapter for tumblr! there are currently 4 posted on ao3. i have the 5th in the works! it gets spicy!

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Chapter 2: Intimacy and Exposure

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By mid afternoon, you and Megumi are both exhausted with your full course load. You both major in biology, no emphasis right now. Megumi loves animals, so he will probably pursue something veterinary later. As for you, you’re undecided. You chose biology because it’s very general and broad, and also so you could be with Megumi more. You would never tell him that, though. You just say “idk maybe some science-y crap” and shrug it off.

You weren’t able to get lunch, so you both decide to visit a coffee shop after your last class of the day. A snack and some caffeine would help get you through for a while until you decide what you want to eat that night.

Megumi orders his usual black cold brew and muffin. The barista asks how to spell his name, and giggles? Is she flirting with him?

“That’s a cute name…” She says as she writes it down on his cup. “And for you…?” She barely glances at you.

You’re not sure how you feel in that moment. Was she flirting with Gumi? Am I jealous? Why is my heart racing?

“Oh I’ll just get an iced black tea and a banana bread please.” You try to not show your emotions while speaking. You’re not sure why you feel this way though.

You hope and pray to whoever is out there, any deity listening, that Megumi would not see you blushing and jealous.

You think you’re in the clear, he didn’t notice. He drives you home and you scroll your phone, acting like everything is normal. In reality, you’re shaking.

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Sitting around the table, you both have your laptops and books out in front of you. It’s been a couple hours of studying, and you’re ready to take a break.

“Gumi, can we take a break and watch something? If I read the word bacteria one more time I’m going to go insane.” You tell him more than ask, already getting up out of your seat. You’re yawning, walking straight towards your bedroom, not even bothering to wait up for him. You already know he will follow.

Your room is hyperfeminine, plushies everywhere, cute shit everywhere. But you also have a mix of other stuff, like your consoles and gaming setup (that Megumi helped you get), a bass guitar that you’ve barely touched, piles of books you haven’t sorted yet.

You turn the tv on, hopping onto your bed. Megumi follows and lies next to you. You’re already aware of his presence and he isn’t even touching you.

“What do you wanna watch, Gumi?” You ask as you scroll through different apps.

“Whatever you want, you have better taste in movies and shows.” He doesn’t really care, he just savors the opportunity to be close to you. He lies behind you, almost touching but not quite. He’s close enough to feel the tickle of your hair. He feels weird thinking that your hair smells nice.

You choose some random comedy show, not caring to pay any attention. You just wanted a chance to rest and turn your brain off for a while.

Megumi moves a little close, resting his hand on the side of your abdomen. This isn’t the first time you’ve been close to Megumi, you both used to cuddle under the same blanket on cold nights or huddle under one when playing games as kids. But for some reason, now it feels different. Maybe it’s because you’re hyperaware? It has to be that, right?

Your heart beats faster, your skin feeling warm to the touch with every movement he makes. Does he notice? Is he aware of these things too? Am I overthinking things?

An hour passes by, but it feels like an eternity. You’re so hyperaware that every second feels like 20 minutes have passed. He hasn’t done more than gently caress the side of your body. He doesn’t seem to be making any advances. So why is this so painful to endure? Why does a simple touch make your body feel hot, with something pooling in between your legs?

Megumi is aware. You think he isn’t, but he can tell. Your breathing is irregular, your pulse is uneven, your skin is hot. He notices, and it drives him insane. But he’s respectful, he wouldn’t try anything. You are basically siblings with how long you’ve known eachother and lived together.

It’s getting hard to breathe. Even the lightest touch sends jolts through your body. You turn around to meet his gaze, with a look he’s never seen before. Your face is red, you’re struggling to breathe, while looking into his eyes like you know his secret. He’s flushing too, starting to sweat, feeling heat spread through his body. Your eyes are intoxicating to Megumi.

He looks at your eyes, then your panting lips, and back to your eyes again. He’s thinking of everything he wants to do to you, he doesn’t care if it’s wrong.

He touches your cheek, caressing you gently. Your breath hitches as he’s so close to you. He runs his fingers down your neck, before he pushes you to your back. It’s not forceful by any means, but mostly surprising.

He’s on top of you, pinning your arms to your pink bedsheets as he leans down towards you.

“Y/N…” he breathlessly speaks, “tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

You definitely do not want it to stop. You’re staring up at him with your doe eyes, unable to control your breathing. He leans in closer, his face not even an inch away from yours.

His lips crash into yours. You’re surprised, you didn’t think he would be so intense, and this good at kissing. He’s biting your lip, trying to elicit little yelps and mewls from you. He’s kissing you so roughly, forcing his tongue inside your mouth. Megumi is still on top of you, pressing his body against yours.

You can feel his heartbeat, his hot skin, his bulge against your body. You don’t know why, but you lift your hips and legs up a bit to angle yourself better against his body. Feeling him so close, pressing into you was making you feel almost drunk.

He releases one of his hands from pinning yours so he can caress your cheek a bit more. His hand travels down your neck again, moving towards your chest, before eventually resting at the bottom hem of your shirt.

He’s giving you sloppy kisses, before he momentarily stops to ask you a question. “Y/N, can I?” he asks while gentle tugging on your shirt.

You giggle. He’s too damn cute. You nod your head yes and he releases your other hand.

You pull your shirt above your head, leaving your bralette on.

He looks down at your flushed frame, no longer hidden behind some random band t-shirt. The moment you take your shirt off, he’s harder than ever before. You feel him poking into you a bit.

He kisses you with more passion this time, grinding his bulge into your clothed cunt. He’s grunting and making little moans in between kisses.

He lifts his head a bit to look at you and moves his hand over your bralette. He admires the intricate lace detail, thinking it suits you perfectly. He licks his lips. You know he wants to desperately feel what’s under, but you decide to tease him a bit.

You wrap your legs around his waist, forcing your bodies to be even closer. He grunts a bit, looking at you. You smirk and pull his head back down to make out with you.

You’re grinding against him with fervor, unrelenting and unforgiving. The feeling of him rubbing against you is oh so good, and extremely hot.

He moves his hand towards the waistband of your shorts. “May I, Y/N?” You think it’s sweet that he asked. You decide to reward him a bit.

You roll him over and push him against the mattress. You quickly get up and pull your shorts off, leaving your panties on. You take your bralette off. He’s watching you like a starved dog, savoring every second of this.

You pull his sweatpants off, leaving only his boxers on. He’s looking at you, with wide eyes, excited and surprised.

You straddle his waist, sitting on top of him. You grind against him, eliciting sounds of pleasure from his lips. You lean towards him, giving him a quick kiss on the lips, before leaving a trail down his neck. You suck on his skin, giving him small and faint lovebites. He looks so cute.

You have a suddenly devious idea. “Megumi, can I try something?”

He instantly nods yes; he wants you to do anything and everything with him.

“Lay down then, please. I want to try something I saw online once….” You say as you move towards his head. You’re hovering above him now. He’s directly at eyelevel with your clothed pussy, and he feels his boxers get tighter the closer you get.

“Let me know if you need me to stop, please <3.” You hum as you pull your panties aside and lower yourself onto his face.

He can feel your drenched cunt against his mouth and instinctually starts getting at it. Licking and sucking like it was his last supper. Megumi couldn’t really breathe, but he didn’t care. He could die right now and have no regrets. He would die a happy man.

You moan as he’s sucking and flicking between your folds. The noises you make drive him even more insane, he thinks he could cum right then with how much of a turn on it is.

You lift yourself up, giving him a moment to catch his breath as you look down at him. He’s staring up at you with the eyes of an animal.

You sit back down, and he continues once more. Sucking on your clit, savoring the taste of your essence, and basically fucking the air. He’s straining against his boxers now, desperate for any touch or release.

You have another idea. You lift yourself back up and turn around, your cunt still in front of his face. You lean down towards his straining cock. You push your cunt back down on his face, and like a good boy, he continues again.

“Fuck Megumi…” You whimper out as you push against his tongue. You move your hand over his boxers, palming his cock. You notice he’s quite big and you’re a little scared.

You release his cock from his underwear and it springs up. Megumi grunts under your touch. You stroke his cock a bit, slowly. That’s not your objective however.

You lift up once more as you move to spit on top of his cock. Megumi moans again, feeling the sensation of your spit covering the head of his cock.

You sloppily kiss the tip, earning a moan and a few curses from Megumi. “Fuck… Y/N.”

You move forward to suck the tip, before letting it come out with an audible pop sound. “You have hands too, Megumi…”

Your pussy is still in front of him, and he gently moves his hand to brush over your clit, circling it. You moan as you take him back into your mouth again. You’re desperately hoping this feels good, it’s your first time doing any of it.

Megumi pushes his index finger in, noticing how wet and tight your cunt already is. He’s salivating at the thought of when he can fuck your tight hole, but he’s content with just learning your body for now. Everytime he pumps his finger in and out, he hears your sweet, angelic voice.

The way you respond to his touch is music to your ears. Your mewls and whimpers drive him crazy enough already.

You take his cock back in your mouth, trying to push more in as he fucks you with his finger. He adds another of his slender fingers inside, feeling how he’s stretching you already. You moan around his cock, and this turns Megumi on more.

He moves to push you against the bed again, pushing your body down gently. He never breaks contact with your cunt, as he starts to fingerfuck you even harder. He’s watching you squirm and moan under his touch, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Megumi… Aah!!” His touch is relentless. He wants to hear every sound you can possibly make. He finger fucks you harder, feelings your walls clamp around his fingers. He uses his other hand to rub circles around your clit. You’re nearing your climax, and he’s eager to see all of it.

You’re drunk in the pleasure that is Megumi’s skilled fingers. He brings you to the edge, watching as pleasure washes over your entire body. He pulls his fingers out and licks them clean, wanting to savor your juices all while never breaking eye contact with you.

Your chest is heaving, but you want to make this man feel good too. You roll over and crawl across the bed towards him. He sits atop the bed once more, spreading his legs open and smirking.

The way you’re crawling towards him is incredibly hot. He knows what you’re about to do.

You make your way to his cock, spitting on it once more and stroking it a bit. You know you can’t fit all of this beast, but you want to try your hardest.

You look up at him as you take his cock into your mouth. You make it about halfway before you feel at your limit.

“Y/N, you’re taking me so well. You’re such a good girl,” he praises you as you drool over his cock. He gently grabs your hair, not tugging but mostly just applying pressure.

Your pussy drips again at the praise as you continue to go up and down. You’re finding a rhythm to breathe and still go at a decent pace. Using your hands also helps, and whenever you fondle his balls, Megumi’s eyes roll back into his head a bit.

“Y/N.. I’m close..” He says as he bucks his hips against your mouth. “Please.. don’t stop..”

You suck harder and moan against his cock. You don’t particularly like the idea of cum in your mouth, but for Megumi, you would do it.

He covers the back of your throat with his cum, and groans as you empty his balls like an expert. “Y/N… fuck…”

You pull back up, trying to not show how displeased you are with the taste of cum.

“That was… fuck…” He lets out an exhausted sigh. “Fucking… amazing…”

You’re laying down together again, not even caring to get dressed again. The studying can wait for later, for now you want to relish this moment.

You’re not sure what this means between you two, but you’re still happy that it happened. You yawn as he snuggles around you as the big spoon, surrounding by the same fuzzy blanket and cute plushies.

He thinks it’s so cute how tired you get after that. He lays there as you fall asleep before him, memorizing and tracing every detail of your body.

Toji comes home not long after Megumi finally passes out. He doesn’t see food on the table, and goes to check your room. He sees you and Megumi, asleep under your fuzzy pink comforter.

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Chapter 3: Observation

Chapter Summary: You've been busying yourself aboard the Polar Tang, distracting yourself from conflicted thoughts about your "treatment" session and avoiding Law whenever possible. It's hard to escape the good doctor, however, when he makes a late night visit to your quarters to help you with your assigned "therapy."

Chapter CW: afab!reader, no pronouns used; gendered pet names [ex. "good girl"]; extremely dubious consent; emotional and sexual coercion/manipulation; praise kink; slight voice kink; abuse of authority [doctor/patient]; masturbation [reader]; guided masturbation; orgasm control/orgasm denial; begging

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It had been three days since you’d been thoroughly ruined on Law’s exam table, three days since you laid open and exposed for him to manipulate and manhandle, three whole unbearable days that you hadn’t stopped thinking about the way his fingers felt, the heat of his breath on your bare leg, the honeyed words of praise that settled in your psyche.

It had been three days that you had been avoiding Law as much as you possibly could, which turned out to be no simple task in a metal vessel that felt more and more like a shoebox every day, as you drifted through the ocean with no plans to head topside to a port anytime soon. The Polar Tang was a beautiful and frightening beast, and you were grateful that there was so much for you to learn—despite the close quarters, you were able to keep your interactions with your captain—your doctor—relatively infrequent, limited to occasional uneasy glances in the mess hall and keeping your eyes fixed on the floor while he gave orders to whomever happened to be standing next to you.

It had been three days that you had managed to escape his looming figure, and you tucked yourself into bed to read, keeping your fingers crossed you could make it to four. As your fingers slid across the page and read aloud to yourself in a sleepy mumble, an urgent and sudden knock at your door vibrated through your quarters. The hefty piece of metal starting to creak open before you’d even opened your mouth to ask who it was. You sat up in your bed, pulling your knees towards your chest when you realized it was Law filling up the open space in the doorframe.

“Just wanted to check in with my patient.” He closed the door shut behind him and leaned against it, not troubling himself with waiting to be invited in. “It seems like you’ve been avoiding me.”

You set the book on your nightstand slowly, as if avoiding any sudden movements would keep you from becoming prey. “Not on purpose. I’ve just been working a lot.”

The lie rang hollow even to you, and the way Law cocked his head and blinked at you told you he didn’t believe a damned word.

“That’s good you’re keeping busy,” he smiled, voice tinged with condescension. “I just wanted to make sure you’ve been following the instructions I gave you.”

You sat up straighter, pulled the blankets a little tighter over you. “What do you mean?”

He took a few steps further into your space. “Well, I gave you very specific instructions when you left. Have you been administering your treatments?”

You stared at him, mouth slightly open, the machinations in your brain stalling for a moment. “Are you–are you asking me if I’ve been masturbating?”

“If you want to put it that way, sure.”

“I… I can’t say that I have,” you stumbled. Despite your best intentions, despite the rich sound of Law’s voice reverberating through your bones, you found it all but impossible to even attempt to pleasure yourself. You told yourself over and over again that it was the painful humiliation of losing yourself in front of your captain under the cold fluorescent lights that kept you from wanting to so much as place a hand on your body the wrong way. It was only in brief moments of honesty and clarity that you even began to let yourself acknowledge that it was also because you worried it simply couldn’t feel as good as it did with his fingers crooked inside of you.

“Tch,” he scoffed. “I gave you very clear directions.”

Your chest tightened, as if you were wearing a shirt three sizes too small and it was shrinking ever smaller with each breath. “I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ll—I’ll make sure I do from here on out ‘til I see you again.”

You needed him to believe you. You needed him to believe you, and you needed him to leave your room before you found yourself wanting him to do unspeakable things to you again.

He stepped forward and closed the remaining gap between you, stood looming over your bed like a depraved specter. “Well, then maybe I should observe.”

“Observe… what, exactly?” You swallowed thickly, felt the blood starting to drain from your limbs, knowing the answer to your question before you even opened your mouth.

He knelt down beside you, placing his large hands on your bed. “Observe how you bring yourself to orgasm.”

You scooted back, pressing yourself against the wall next to you, putting as much distance between yourself and Law’s penetrating glare as you could. “Well, I—I don’t really think that’s necessary.”

“As your physician, I beg to differ.” He stood up and moved to the foot of your bed. “If I’m going to provide you long-term care, I should know that you’re taking this seriously, getting the maximum benefit from my treatment plan. Wouldn’t you agree?”

“I just—I just don’t think I can do this.” Your heart thumped ferociously in your chest, your breaths harsh and uneven. There was no way you were going to do this, no way you’d agree to get yourself off for him—perhaps in another life, one where he didn’t already know you from the inside out, but not like this, not here.

“Why not?” he cooed, as he knelt on the bed. He found your leg beneath the blanket and placed a hand on you, long fingers wrapping around your calf. “Don’t you want to be a good patient?”

You glanced up at him, meeting his gaze for a moment, feeling yourself melt under it slowly and surely. “I guess so.”

He began to stroke your leg softly. “Don’t you want to be good for me?”

You held back a sigh, choked it down, tried to ignore sudden the heat pooling between your legs. He knew—he knew—what that did to you, knew that you wanted to be good for him—that you wanted to be good.

“Of course I do,” you admitted through shaky breaths.

“That’s what I thought.” He moved off the mattress, taking a seat in the chair at the end of the bed. “Now why don’t you undress for me? Just from the waist down.”

You stayed tucked under the blanket and slid your sweatpants and panties off, discarding them on the floor. “Okay, now what?”

“Well, now I need you to take your blanket off,” Law chuckled. “I can’t observe if I can’t see, now can I?”

You hesitated just a few seconds too long as your mind started to slowly empty itself of all reasonable thought, and Law grabbed the edge of the blanket and yanked, dropping the covers into a heap on the floor.

“That’s better.” He smirked, his eyes scanning your semi-nude form. “You can start whenever you’re ready.”

It was easier, in some ways, when you were flat on your back in the exam room; you couldn’t see more than the top of his head, didn’t have to consider how he was leering at you, what expressions he must have making. But here—here you had a clear view of one another, as he sat in your chair leaning forward, forearms resting on his thighs, his gaze moving between your face and your now-exposed cunt.

“Something wrong?” he asked, as though he didn’t know.

“I—I can’t do this.”

“Why not?”

“Because.” You pressed your legs tightly together and held your hands in your lap. “You’re staring at me.”

He sat back a little. “It’s no different than if I were to ask you to pull up your shirt during physical therapy so I could see your posture.”

“It’s a little different than that, you know it.”

“Come on now. Don’t you want my help to relieve your symptoms?

“Sure but—”

“And don’t you want to be so, so good for me?”

“You know I do.” You hated it, hated how you loved it—he was vile, plying you again with the words that sent vibrations straight through to your core.

“Then indulge me,” he grinned. “We’ll call it professional curiosity.”

“If you insist, doctor,” you mumbled. You reached over to your bedside table and rustled around in the drawer, pulling out a small vibrator you’d acquired in some back alley shop some time ago.

Law cocked his head to one side. “That looks like fun.”

You shrugged. “It certainly speeds things up a lot.”

“I suppose time is of the essence without much privacy, isn’t it?”

You would know, you thought as you nervously fiddled with the controls and placed it on the highest setting—the quicker you could make this, the quicker he would leave, and the sooner you could get back to both dreading and secretly counting the days to your next session with him. You inhaled deeply as you pressed the device to your clit, and felt a sudden rush of heat between your legs, your muscles beginning to tense. Your head tipped back of its own accord and your eyes drifted shut, as you tried to pretend that Law’s steady breathing was just white noise, no different than the hums of the submarine.

A few arduous moments passed, and you exhaled noisily and stared at the ceiling. What little desire you had was gone, and the warmth in your lower half rapidly dissipated as you lost focus over and over again, still unnerved by your captain sitting at the end of your bed, unable to shake the thought of him leering at your every movement. “I’m sorry, this is too weird, I don’t think I can finish.”

He laced his fingers together and placed them in front of his mouth. “That’s alright, I don’t have anywhere to be right now. Just try again for me.”

“Look, I’ll just do it after you leave, I promise.”

He chewed on his lower lip, letting a strained silence fill the room for a few beats. “I have a better plan. Do you trust me?”

You nodded. You weren’t exactly sure that you could trust anything that came out of his mouth, but what else could you do but comply as you laid half-naked on your bed with your legs spread open?

“Good. Now, I’m going to talk you through it. Just listen to my voice, and follow my directions.”

“I don’t see how that’s going to make it any less weird.”

“You said you trusted me, so let me help you, hm?” There was almost a tenderness in his tone, one that your hazy brain easily latched onto and wanted to earn from him again and again.

“Okay.” You inhaled deeply, held it in your chest for a moment as you picked the vibrator back up.

“No. Leave it,” he reprimanded, shaking his head. “Not yet.”

You reluctantly set it back beside you, letting it rest against your hip, and anxiously played with the hem of your shirt while you waited for instructions.

“First, close your eyes,” he began. “Now, I want you to lower your hands down and touch your thighs. Run your hands up and down them, nice and slow. Focus on the texture of your skin, the temperature. Is it warm? Cool to the touch? How does it feel?”

You concentrated on the coolness of your skin under your fingertips, the subtle goosebumps that formed, the way your whole body shivered. “My legs feel cold.”

“Good.” His voice was low and smooth, like the whiskey you hid in your bedside table, reserved for only the loneliest nights. “Now slowly slide your hands up your body. Imagine it’s someone else doing the touching—exploring you, taking in every inch of you.”

That won’t be too hard, you thought, as your mind slowly started to wander towards images of his tattoo-covered fingers drifting over your skin. He continued to guide your movements, the deep, steady cadence of his voice slowly washing over you like waves—he led your hands up to your breasts, instructing you to cup them in your palms and knead them gently, let your fingertips glide over your pebbled nipples. Slow waves of pulsing pleasure lapped over you, and your hips began to roll into it, small sighs escaping your lips.

“That’s it.” His voice dropped to a raspy whisper. “Don’t stop until I tell you.”

You groped at yourself with increasing urgency and pressed your legs tightly together, desperate for something—anything—to stimulate your aching clit, as the muscles in your core began to twist and tighten. Your thighs became sticky and slick the more pressure you applied, your cunt leaking uncontrollably as you were made to tease yourself for what felt like an eternity.

“Now,” he finally continued, “I want you to pick up your toy, turn it on the lowest setting, and press it against yourself. Not hard. Just enough to feel a light buzzing.”

You wasted no time in grasping for the vibrator and hurriedly held it to your swollen, saturated pussy lips, just over your throbbing clit. Your hips bucked against the device, the low vibrations enough to make you spasm and clench in response, and you groaned under your breath with every pulse.

“You’re doing so well,” he murmured. “Just a little more for me.”

Your heart swelled at his praise, and you felt your greedy cunt dripping in response. It hurt how much how you wanted to be good for him, how much you wanted him.

“Oh shit, I’m almost there.” You felt yourself coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second, your body shivering with every labored breath.

“Not yet,” he said quickly. “Turn off your vibrator.”

“No, please.” Your words were nearly a wail as you started to feel your climax taking hold of you. “I need it.”

“I said turn it off.”

You reluctantly turned the device off, imploring him the whole while, the word “please” tumbling from your lips over and over again like a prayer. You didn’t care how appallingly pathetic you sounded, begging him to allow you the privilege of an orgasm—you needed this, needed to reach that dizzying moment of release.

“I said not yet.” His voice was deep and commanding, and it reverberated in your ribcage. “Let yourself come down, just a little longer. Feel all the heat start to subside, let the blood start to return to the rest of your body. Wait for my permission.”

You whined as your body trembled, precariously close to the edge, aching to feel that sweet moment of release. You could only imagine the sick grin on his face, the way he must be relishing in watching you suffer, seeing how needy and pitiful you must look, barely able to control yourself from lowering your hand down and pressing your fingers against your pulsing clit. You wondered if he was salivating at your whimpers, if it stirred something in him to watch your sweat-slicked body writhe in your tangled sheets, if his cock twitched at the fact that your pleasure was his to control.

“Now,” he growled, “I want you to look at me.”

You reluctantly opened your eyes and tilted your head forward, suddenly very aware of everything in the room—the lamp beside you too bright, the air too cold, the smell of your sweat and your drenched cunt hanging heavy in the air. You glanced down and noticed Law had moved from his spot in your chair, and was now kneeling at the foot of your bed, his hands pressed firmly into the mattress, fingers gripping your sheets.

“That’s my girl,” he smiled. “Now cum for me. And don’t take your eyes off me.”

You nodded eagerly and quickly flicked the vibrator back on, pressing it against yourself firmly. You stifled a sharp yelp as the vibrations hit you, and the blinding heat of arousal rushed back to your core, spreading through you like a wildfire. You breathed in ragged gasps, and your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to keep your focus on him; he watched you with an agonizing intensity—lips parted, chest heaving, making slow, deliberate nods that wordlessly urged you to your orgasm. You surged and ebbed, over and over, until you finally plunged over the crest, your body overcome by powerful spasms.

You shut off the vibrator, your clit pulsing painfully under even the lightest touch, and rested your tingling hands at your sides. You glanced down at Law, who was still at the foot of your bed, watching you intently with his steel-grey eyes, and suddenly felt devastatingly fragile, ready to break apart at the slightest provocation.

He smirked as he rested his chin in his palm. “Feel better?”

You nodded slowly, unable to speak through the stuttering gasps that left your lungs.

“Good. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You shook your head, your head still devoid of any thoughts besides him—his rumbling voice, his long fingers, his magnetic gaze, his everything.

“I’m glad.” He stood slowly, turning away from you. “That was very informative. I think it’s really going to help me with your care.”

You quietly snorted at the suggestion; it was bullshit, utter horseshit, and you knew it had to be. But what did it matter, when you were already so far gone, so deeply and irrevocably under his thumb?

He pushed your chair back under your desk, and made his way to the door, pausing briefly as he placed a hand on the smooth steel. “I’d like you to alternate between your toy and your hands—I don’t want you to get too desensitized. I’ll see you in just a couple days for our next treatment session. Follow my orders in the meantime?”

“Sure, yes, I will,” you slurred, bleary eyed and body wrung out like a damp washcloth.

He slid out of your room and into the hallway, pausing for just a moment to gaze at you with half-lidded eyes and whisper, “That’s my good girl.”

You watched the door come to a close, and hastily slid your hand between your thighs, shuddering as you felt the leftover vibrations of your arousal against your palm. The thin barrier of revulsion for your captain’s—your doctor’s—methods was starting to break down more and more, his sordid treatment plan seeming ever more reasonable with every bit of pleasure that he coaxed out of you.

Just a couple more days, you reminded yourself as you absentmindedly started to rock yourself against your hand, your plentiful slick soaking your skin, just a couple more days until I can feel him again.

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The Gift

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My very first official whump piece, I hope it’s not absolute trash lol.

Contains/CW: bbu adjacent, pet whump, institutionalized slavery, caretaker new master, referenced past abuse, mention of noncon body modification, brief mention of whipping and resulting scars, brief nudity (non-sexual), nonhuman whumpee (kinda), self hatred of one’s body, brainwashed whumpee, morally dubious caretaker, accidental bad caretaker (Anthony has no tact), fear of torture/punishment, self dehumanization, self deprecation (both verbal and in thought), begging for mercy (granted)

Ella, if you’re actually reading this, please for the love of God don’t skim over the CWs, they’re really important! Also, and I know you already know this about me, but none of this is a sex thing no matter how bad it looks. I am a sadist, but not that kind of sadist.

I know that’s a lot, but I promise it’s not as bad as its sounds 😭, but lmk if I missed anything.

Premise: Anthony, a young man living alone who is generally ambivalent to the practice of keeping Pets, is suddenly gifted a dog boy that he doesn’t quite know what to do with.

(Pet capital P = a person who has signed away their personhood to ModiPets Inc and is now legally an animal, usually physically modified to take on animal characteristics, hence the ‘modi’ part. pet lowercase p = the standard definition of the word.)

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Anthony liked living alone. That simple fact frustrated his mother to no end, which, he suspected, was the reason that there were two MP employees at his door asking him to sign for a Pet. Now, Anthony never really knew what to think of the whole Pet thing. Sure, they had their memories wiped and were dumber now, and sure they had consented beforehand, he just still couldn’t see himself ever owning one. Besides that, he didn’t know what he would do with a whole other person in his house. He had the space for it, sure, but as an introvert by nature, the thought exhausted him just thinking about it. Still, he knew that refusing to sign and sending the package back to wherever it came from would earn his mother’s ire and probably prompt a visit, which he wanted to avoid at all cost. And so, he signed. He hoped he would not come to regret it. 

The employees helped him drag the box into his living room, and before they took their leave, they handed him a copy of the proof of delivery form. The form specified that the Pet was a hybrid Guard Dog/Platonic type with Level 2 Canine Modification and one previous owner. He hoped whatever was wrong with them to make their previous owner send them back had been fixed. He hoped that the ‘Platonic’ bit meant that the thing wasn’t feral. He hoped that the Pet hadn’t been modified to be too canine, since Anthony rather hated dogs. So many hopes for the Pet; Anthony felt kinda bad for expecting so much when he hadn’t even met them yet.

Also in this form, under the ‘other instructions/messages’ section, there was a note: 

Happy belated birthday sweetie! I know this is a bit extravagant, especially along with the rest of your presents, but it was on sale and I couldn’t resist! You know how I worry about your safety, living on your own in the big city. This good little guard doggie aught to keep you safe and keep you company in that lonely apartment of yours. 

Just like he thought; his mother’s meddling had once again inconvenienced him. Anthony scrunched the form out of frustration, before gingerly smoothing it out and sticking it in his kitchen junk drawer, reasoning that he might need it later.

Cautiously, he approached the box, and began to open it. 

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Light streamed into G-22985’s box. This was it, he thought, this was the moment of truth. He had spent his entire time retraining waiting for the day when he would finally have a new Master to protect, a second chance, and now that was coming true. He couldn’t wait to have nice grass or dirt to sleep on, to be fed again after days in transit. He really hoped that he would be good enough to earn all that. After all, he didn’t deserve anything that he hadn’t earned. More so, he couldn’t wait to defend Master from any and all harm. If I guard Master well, he thought, then Master might keep me around this time.

He knew better than to look at Master’s face, and so he kept his gaze fixed on a point on the wall of the box, even as Master looked him over, scanning his body. Assessing his worth, he assumed. He wanted Master to think well of him, and that was a scary feeling. He knew he wasn’t supposed to want, that’s the reason Master Liam had sent him away, but this was different, because it was for Master’s sake and not his own selfishness.

After what was really only half a second, but seemed like hours to G-22985, Master turned away and exclaimed, “Oh god, you’re naked! Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare, I’ll go grab some clothes. Wait right there,” and with that, Master left. Having received his first order, G-22985 excitedly stayed put in the box, or at least he hoped dearly that that’s what Master had told him to do. He thought he might have heard Master wrong, because he seemed to have apologized to G-22985, and people don’t apologize to Pets. Even so, he stayed where Master had (probably) told him to. If he was wrong, he would be punished, and then he would know.

G-22985’s heart broke that his body was so revolting to Master. Pets don’t wear clothes, so if Master wanted him to, there must have been something really disgusting about him to be covered up. He had the sickening feeling that the whipping scars Master Liam had given him hadn’t faded as much as he thought. He often wished that those scars would disappear altogether, though he knew they never would. He wished he could forget everything about Master Liam, really, every curse ever shouted at him, every bit of pain caused to him. More than that, he wished to be good for New Master, wished so badly it hurt. This body belongs to Master, he reminded himself, whatever Master wants to do to me, he has that absolute right.

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Anthony’s heart was beating out of his chest as he rummaged through his closet looking for something the might fit the Pet. From the split second looked he’d got at him, Anthony estimated that the Pet was maybe a few inches taller than him, but significantly skinnier and yet somehow more muscular. With that in mind, he selected a soft hoodie and pair of sweatpants, his cheecks turning red with guilt at having looked at another man nude without his permission, and also embarrassment that he’d found the Pet attractive. Did that technically make Anthony a zoophile? He didn’t think so. 

He hurried back to the Pet, tossing the clothes into the box while turned away, and nearly shouted, “Put these on! It’s ok, I’m not looking.” 

He heard the sound of cloth shuffling, which quelled after around a minute. “Are you done? You can come out of the box if you’re done,” Anthony said, throwing the sound over his shoulder. He heard the Pet stumble out of the box, and turned to face him, only to find the Pet kneeling with his head to the ground. Anthony sighed. 

“Would you mind standing up? I want to get a look at you,” he asked, trying his best not to let his frustration show. He would rather be doing literally anything else right now, but that wasn’t the pup’s fault. The Pet seemed to tremble for a moment, before scrambling to his feet. Anthony looked him up and down, finding he was correct in his estimation of the Pet’s height. The Pet’s pitch black hair had been buzzed short, and of course, a thin white collar had been fastened around his neck. Sitting atop his head were a pair of fluffy dog ears, those of a German Shepherd, if he were to speculate on breed, and the outline of a tail stuffed down one leg of the pants was visible. The sides of the Pet’s head, where his human ears would normally be, was smoothed over and covered by hair. How intriguing.

It bothered Anthony that the Pet still kept his head bowed, so after taking a moment to gather his courage, he took the Pet by his chin and tilted his head foreword, but the Pet flinched and his eyes remained squeezed shut. Anthony quietly commanded him, “Look me in the eyes.” 

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G-22985 flinched as Master grabbed his chin. He knew he wasn’t supposed to react negatively to Master’s touch, so he braced for a strike to correct his error, but no such strike came. He mentally scolded himself, since the Handlers weren’t around to do it: Bad Pet! You’re a worthless excuse for a Pet! You’d better hope Master doesn’t send you back for being so useless! You’re nothing but a defective disappointment!

As much as G-22985 hated to think of himself that way, he knew that he had to remind himself somehow. He always had a hard time remembering his place, thinking he was a person, sometimes even trying to escape. I tried to escape from Master Liam, and look where that got me. Refurbished and resold, like an object. He didn’t know why the thought of being an object made him so mad; that’s what he was, after all. He knew he probably needed more retraining, because even after the Trainers had taught him how to be good again, he had only been at this new place for a little while already been bad! What a disgrace of a Pet he was.

He shut his eyes tight as Master tilted G-22985’s chin upwards, he didn’t want to accidentally look at Master’s face. 

“Look me in the eyes,” Master ordered him, but that was bad! He was never to look Master in the face, never mind the eyes! But, Master had commanded, and he had to obey Master’s commands. 

Making up his dumb Pet mind, he reluctantly obeyed and looked into Master’s eyes. Instead of the coldness, anger, or blow to the face that he was expecting, he saw an analysis that he recognized. Master was studying him, which was good as far as G-22985 was concerned, it meant that Master hadn’t made up his mind yet. It meant that maybe he still had a chance to be good. 

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God, the Pet was even hotter up close. Anthony felt extremely wrong for thinking that, but it was true. The Pet’s deep brown eyes captivated him, so full of fear. He made note of a scar on the Pet’s lips, a small vertical line which started above the top lip and finished below the bottom lip. Considering everything that Pets went through for their training, it was a miracle that that was the only defect. He suddenly didn’t think he could bring himself to treat the Pet like, well, a pet. Which raised the question: what in the world was he going to do with him? He certainly couldn’t send him back, both for fear of his mother, and for fear for the Pet’s safety. 

Anthony broke eye contact and removed his hand from the Pet’s chin, causing the Pet to fall back to his prostrated position. Anthony chuckled under his breath at the Pet’s ridiculous display, causing the Pet to flinch, and Anthony to recognize his mistake immediately. “I’m gonna order Pizza for dinner. You can eat Pizza, right?” he asked, making an effort to be gentle. 

“Whatever pleases you, Master,” the Pet said automatically. This unnerved Anthony, but he didn’t have the energy to address it right then. Whatever conditioning the Pet was under, Anthony wasn’t even sure it was his place to undo it. The Pet had signed up for it, so clearly he wanted to be like that. Though he supposed that the Pet belonged to him now, so he could do whatever he wanted with him. 

That thought sent a pang through Anthony’s chest as he looked down to the Pet, kneeling loyally on the floor before him, not daring to raise his head.

“Listen, you can sit on the couch until the Pizza gets here, ok?” he told the Pet, not really expecting an answer, but surprisingly, the Pet’s trembling voice quietly rose from below. It was a pitiful sound, like a scared dog during a thunderstorm. 

Anthony didn’t know what to do, he wanted to comfort the Pet, but how? How in the world does one comfort a person they a) just met, and b) literally own? He supposed that, if the Pet had been trained to act like an animal, maybe petting him would work. And so, as much as he was dying of embarrassment to do so, Anthony crouched down and caressed the Pet across his head, finding his hair (fur?) quite soft and pleasant to the touch.

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G-22985 couldn’t take it anymore. Yet again, Master had ordered him to behave as a person rather than a Pet, and yet again, memories of his time in training flashed through his mind. Memories of electricity coursing through his neck, memories of his Handlers’ voices in his newly sensitive ears. He remembered a lesson he had, one of the first he had ever been taught, that he was never to sit on furniture because furniture is for people, and he was just a lowly Pet. He remembered being beaten within an inch of his worthless life when he had forgotten this rule while serving Master Liam, he could have sworn he could still feel the blows land even months later. He just couldn’t bring himself to break that rule again. But still, Master had ordered him, and he couldn’t disobey. Master Liam had given him double binds like this too, and he hadn’t known what to do then. Now he knew though, he also knew he was being a coward, not able to take a beating like a good Pet should. He just couldn’t bring its body to move, knowing what was coming. He was being so bad! Bad, bad, bad, bad…

G-22985 didn’t realize he had been whimpering until Master crouched down and touched his hair, petting him right between his ears. He was glad, he finally had the opportunity to be good. He leaned into the touch, careful not to deviate from his position while still demonstrating the required level of appreciation for Master’s affection.

He felt good to be touched kindly after his intense refurbishing. He dared to think that maybe he would be ok here, if Master was touching him like that. This meant that Master wanted a pet and not just a guard dog, that maybe Master would give him more of these kind touches, if he was good. There was a reason he was part Platonic, right? But Master was being so confusing, one minute ordering him to cover himself because he couldn’t stand the sight of his repulsive body, the next touching him so gently. Master had given him a trick order, but then when he had been bad, as he was doomed to be, Master had touched him like only a good Pet deserves to be touched.

The horrifying realization struck G-22985 as Master continued to pet him; it hadn’t been a trick order, it had been a test, which he had failed. He had failed by putting on the clothes, he had failed by standing up, and only when he remembered his place and stayed on the ground had Master rewarded him with affection. He had been so caught up in being good and obeying Master, that he had forgotten how to be a proper Pet. He knew that Master knew this too, and he knew he was in for the punishment of a lifetime. Still, Master was touching him so kindly, so maybe if he begged, he had a chance of lessening the inevitable hell.

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Suddenly, the Pet stopped his shaking and completely froze. His whimpering turned to sobs, “I know ah-I’ve b-been bad-d, I have f-failed Master’s tests-ts and n-know I deserve p-punishment. I w-will be a good P-Pet, I pr-promise! I will d-do anything to m-make Master happy, I will f-f-follow-w any order g-given, I will n-never be bad, only good! I will k-keep Master ab-absolutely s-s-safe and ha-happy, I swear. I beg of you to-to h-have mercy on-n this-s pathetic cr-creature!”

Anthony was perplexed. He wondered what in the world he’d done to make the Pet think he was in trouble. Had it been the petting? He wished his mother had warned him before sending him the Pet, at least then he could have read the damn online manual. But no, now he had a crying Pet kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy over some perceived infraction. Anthony sighed, and the Pet flinched and went silent. Anthony couldn’t help it, he sighed again, and predictably, the Pet flinched. He would have to get that habit in check.

“Pet, what do you think you did wrong?” Anthony asked, hoping to get a better idea of what was going on in his head.

The Pet’s voice was quiet and strained, but still he answered, “I p-p-put on clothes, Master, which-ch is bad. I st-stood up on my h-hind paws, Master, w-which is bad. I fl-flinched at your t-t-touch, Master, which i-is bad. I know what I did-d w-was bad an-and I d-d-deserve to be p-punished, yet I b-beg your m-mercy, Master.”

Oh, Anthony realized, this is my fault.

He whispered softly to the Pet, trying his best not to be frustrated, and just now getting the inkling that he might have been in over his head, “Hey hey, it’s alright. You’re not in trouble, I’m not going to punish you. You don’t have to sit on the couch if you don’t want to, I just thought it might be more comfortable than the floor. Just, please stop crying, ok?”

The sobbing abruptly halted, and Anthony resisted the urge to sigh again, as he knew he’d been anything but comforting. Also, his plan of ‘Pizza at the table and talk about what the fuck we’re going to do’ would have to be adjusted, seeing the Pet’s reaction to being invited to sit on the couch. Anthony had the sinking feeling that mealtime would be an even bigger hassle. He had no idea what he could possibly do to get the Pet to, if not trust him, then at least give him the time of day without expecting retribution. He decided to give the Pet some space while he thought things over.

“I’m just going to sit over there and order the pizza, you don’t have to go on the couch, but you don’t have to stay kneeling like that either. Just… sit how you’re comfortable,” Anthony instructed as he slowly got up from the floor.

“I remember my pl-place, Master, a lowly P-Pet like m-me knows not-t to sully the f-f-furniture, I’ll b-be good,” he declared in more of a plea than a statement, his voice barely above a whisper and still clearly choked up from crying.

Anthony shrugged and moved to a nearby armchair. He made a point of not looking at the Pet, even though he really wanted to, but even so, the Pet didn’t dare move a muscle from his position. Well, if the pet didn’t want to move, Anthony wasn’t going to force him. He ordered the pizza, and then went to the MP website and brought up the online Owner’s Manual. What he found was, in one word, sickening.

Anthony didn’t live under a rock; he knew that Pets didn’t have it easy, but this was nothing but gratuitous cruelty. The ethos of the manual seemed to be all stick and no carrot, to put it nicely. The manual specifically advised to punish behaviors which were person like, such as sitting on furniture, which really put the past half hour into perspective. That poor pup. There is no way in hell I’m doing any of that, thought Anthony as he read further and further, but the question remained, what am I going to do then?

[aria-ashryver]

Luca's past relationships / hookups

Here I am, still thinking about Avalon era Luca and some of their exes and stuff! More about Luca's exes below 💘

(Under the cut bc of sexual content)

ALEX DE VRIES | Their first serious boyfriend was another dance major, Alex, who absolutely sucked, and who I talked about a bit here (<- cw dubious consent). Luca's first experiences with bottoming were with Alex, and while Alex treated him with care physically during sex (at least at first) the same cannot be said for the emotional side of things. Just a big ol' "ew, stick him in the dumpster where he belongs" type experience. Utter garbage bag of a man. 0/10, not the best start to exploring their sexuality.

VIKTOR IVANOV | Okay, I will admit that these two have had some moments, yes. Viktor had a bit of a crush on Luca when they first met (which died down… and then re-emerged again… and died down again. Viktor gets crushes a LOT lol), and there was one brief period where Luca thought maybe they had a crush on Viktor -- funnily enough, the timing of their crushes never coincided. Their relationship has never really been one of strong, mutual romantic connection, but they have experienced sexual attraction.

The first time they got together was not too long after Luca had broken up with Alex -- Luca was reflecting on how much safer, more respected, and more loved they felt spending time with Viktor compared to Alex, and were kicking themself for being such an idiot who dated this complete tool in the first place.

Luca was pretty down about the whole thing, and Viktor was struggling with his depression; they were just hanging out in their dorm room one night being real sad, when Viktor asked (mostly as a joke, but also completely seriously)

"Wanna just split a joint and suck each other's dicks already?"

Luca stared at him for just long enough that Viktor started to panic (and was about to blame it on his Tourettes) but then Luca, very firmly and confidently said, yeah, actually, he'd like that. So… they did! And they had a fantastic fucking time! (Or, a fantastic time fucking? W/E lol.) They hooked up a few more times after this, though it was more often in a group context than it was them just having sex one-on-one.

PARTY HOOK UPS | Viktor and Luca getting physical shifted the overall dynamics of YBA -- soon it became pretty unremarkable for the band members to just be in the room with each other when folks were hooking up at parties, or for them to actively get involved as well (Yay, performing arts students lmao). Please enjoy an entirely superfluous infographic!

Bonus fact! Between the members hooking up with people both in and out of the band and the resultant love triangle having so many sides, there was a point where the band went by the name "Fucktangular Love Shape".

AVA CUNNINGHAM - Luca had sex with Ava once while they were both figuring some stuff out about their respective sexualities. While they both enjoyed themselves, the best way I can describe it is that it was something of a << Kombucha Girl .GIF>> moment for both of them? Ava definitely had a moment of "yeah, pretty sure I'm gay" afterwards haha. It wasn't awkward; they found the whole thing funny and still do.

TE AROHA KING - Ugh, here's the charming one 😊 Luca met Te Aroha (theatre major, he mostly goes by TK) when he moved from Australia as part of Avalon's exchange programme -- they have a sister school in Australia where the academy was originally founded.

Viktor was the one to introduce them -- Vik met TK when they were both still living in Aus, and all three became pretty close. The first threesome Luca had was with Viktor and TK, where Luca wound up topping (Vik) for the first time. Te Aroha was an absolute sweetheart, and he proved to be a really good person to help Luca feel more like himself in a relationship following the BS with Alex. TK made Luca feel like he had agency and respect.

They kept their relationship open for a couple reasons.

1 - Luca was still a little raw from the Alex stuff and they wanted to take it slow before getting into a serious relationship again.

2 - TK was an exchange student. He always knew he'd have 6 months in Scotland, max, before going home again. Neither wanted to do long distance, so they tried real hard (failed) not to catch feelings.

Luca and Te Aroha existed in this lil situationship where, yes, they hooked up with other people sometimes, especially at parties; TK slept with Viktor a few times; they had a foursome with Vik and Cal, etc. But everyone kind of knew that Luca and TK were a "thing", despite their not wanting to put a label on it. They went on dates. It got super romantic. They supported each other. They listened to each other. Helped each other grow. By the time TK was due to fly back home, it wasn't a bittersweet parting. Their relationship was what it was; it brought them happiness for a time, and that was enough.

CHRISTOPHER WU - Chris is SUCH A CINNAMON ROLL oh my god. His primary mode of communication is ruthless sarcasm but he's also like… so soft. So kind. (He's also the person I imagine Luca did that contemporary piece with in CH13!)

It took these two a while to get together -- Chris is a ballet student too, and was transitioning around the time they were studying together. They used to role swap all the time -- their teachers would give Luca all the traditionally male parts, and Chris all the traditionally female parts, and the second they got into a practice room unsupervised, they'd be swapping parts immediately.

They were really good friends before things ever got romantic or sexual, and Luca was super confused for a while about the whole thing? It all started to make a lot more sense when they had a conversation one day that was essentially like:

Luca: …I was so sure I only liked guys? But I really like you. Chris: ...Dude, I'm pretty sure I am a guy. Luca: Oh. Oh, that makes sense, yeah! Wanna kiss about it? Chris: psh, obviously.

Things between them ended amicably -- Chris got an advance placement with a touring ballet company, so they knew that when the year ended, he'd be leaving, and they decided to pump the brakes on their relationship (and then Luca wound up moving to Crimson Beech a few months later anyway). Luca does still keep in touch with Chris and TK, but its sporadic -- they aren't as close as they once were, but they wish each other well 💛

Was Luca ever in love with any of these people? I think if they'd had longer together, he probably would have fallen in love with Te Aroha. Whose name (ironically enough, bc I didn't plan this at the outset) means "the loved one" in te reo Māori. But with the way things panned out? The first people Luca ever fell in love with were Gabriel and Cas 💖✨

[box-architecture]

CKAU: Part One of ???

I often find myself struggling to write the first chapter of the Communication Knife AU.

When I first started writing awesamdream, it was me spitballing ideas in the dreblr minecraft server when it first opened, and trying to have fun with a ship that, at the time, wasn't considered A Big Thing, or was purely for whump purposes. And while writing for an AU, Sif was also there, poking and tormenting lovingly as a Sif does, and mentioned the concept of Auspisticism, a homestuck relationship, in regards to Dream, Sam, and Punz. And then one thing led to another, and now I have this big thing that makes me happy and had grown a lot bigger than I expected it to, and there's so many little drabbles and snippets and smut pieces that came out of it, that by the time new people started asking what the hell I was talking about, I realized that the context wasn't properly put together and hard to explain.

So I tried to put together a whole fic for it! And it hasn't been going well.

Because I really want to do the fic justice. I want to make it sound really lovely and use all the right words and explain very well all the things that made me insane so you can understand just the way it went when all this started! But in trying to do that, it's become so hard to write. I feel stuck, the words won't come, I overthink and overedit, and nothing is good enough.

But I still really, really do want to explain the AU so you can understand. And i know it won't be the perfect, well designed thing I built in my head, with all the write prose and all the little extra fancy things, but I'd rather you have it imperfectly than not at all.

Here you go, part one of ???:

(Sam: he/him

Dream: he/him

Punz: they/he

just to make sure.)

When things get bad for Dream in prison, he offers Sam sexual favors in return for better treatment, food/blankets/etc., and Sam agrees to this, regardless of the terrible ethics involved. Its not a great situation, for like, Obvious Reasons, and the consent is very much dubious here. Sam's possessive behavior is at its peak, and even if there ends up being less torture as part of the deal, it doesn't change that things are still fucked up.

When Dream escapes prison and finds Sam during Daedalus Arc, after scarring Sam, Dream offers to meet up to have sex again next week, out of a need to feel in control, to prove how he was Totally Not Traumatized he was and how he was absolutely fully capable of consenting to it, and the two continue their sexual activities.

However, Punz, who has been in a comfortably open relationship with Dream since before prison, bristles at the idea of Sam taking advantage of Dream, of the severe power imbalance still being a problem, and comes with him to these sexual encounters to protect him and keep Sam from pushing Dream's boundaries. They set up some rules, and if Sam breaks any or steps out of line, Punz will stab him with a special, gaudy blue knife that has 'Communication' engraved in its handle.

--

"He tortured you!"

"Technically it was Quackity who did the torturing." Dream corrected him, meticulously sorting his inventory. Their base felt suffocating, tiny, and he wanted to be done and gone already, but Punz seemed ready to fight him the whole way.

"Don't give me that shit," Punz snapped. "Sam let him in, he starved you half to death, for God's sake, Dream, he r-"

"It was not." At breakneck speed, Dream turned on his heel and hissed. "I said yes. Don't you dare say I didn't."

"You weren't in a position to say no." Punz said fiercely. Something dark and angry crushed their heart in its fist. "You didn't have any choice-"

"I had a choice!"

The world seemed to stop moving, the air stale. Dreams breaths were shaky, heaving, and Punz realized with a lump in their throat that Dream was trembling from stress.

"I had a choice." Dream repeated. "And it was mine. Not his, not anyone's. I'm going to see him again, and that's my choice too. Not yours."

They could stop him, a little voice in the back of their head murmured. They could stop him and- and keep him safe. Prevent anyone else from hurting him again. They could say the right words that would cause him to falter ("for me." Punz had once pleaded, and Dream bent, as he always did) and then Sam would never touch him. They could even kill the creeper hybrid, to be sure. They would destroy the entire server with the Plan, and Dream would finally be safe.

But.

Dream needed this. Whatever he said, whatever he thought, he'd been denied agency for so long. The thought of them being the one to take it away, his friend, when they were supposed to be the one person on the server who he could trust… it made them feel sick.

Dreams trembling faded, and he straightened up, before he throwing his cloak over his shoulder.

Punz made his decision. "I'm coming with you."

"What?"

"I'm your backup, and your mercenary, and your partner. If Sam has a problem with it, just say you rehired me."

--

At the very beginning, the rules are this:

No Kissing. Punz doesn't think Sam deserves kisses, and they're vicious about enforcing this. Kisses are for Punz alone, and Sam is incredibly jealous.

No marks. Sam has tried to leave hickies or bruises, but it was quickly shut down. When he argued this, Punz told him that he could leave marks when all the marks (torture scars) he already made on Dream were gone.

No cuddling or aftercare. Since Sam insisted that the sex didn't mean anything, clearly that means he doesn't need to be involved in taking care of Dream after. Punz will take him away and they can be the one to hold Dream. (Not that Sam longed for that. He doesn't feel more desperate each time the two leave him behind. Of course not.)

The most obvious one: what Dream says goes. Sam isn't allowed to Override Dream and insist his way is better, and he isn't allowed to take whatever he wants without asking. If Dream needs a moment, or would like to change positions, or even just say he'd rather not, Sam must listen. Punz will make him listen.

And so every week all three of them get together, usually at the prison, and have sex. Its a very complicated, unhealthy dynamic, for a lot of different reasons.

Punz, usually able to gauge what Dream wants/what would make him comfortable, is left blind, because Dream is always a little uncomfortable here, always stressed, and Punz can't fix that. They're trying their best, and they know that Dream could shut down and be unable to express himself if the wrong button is pushed, but in the beginning its a mess. At some point he micromanages where Sam puts his hands, pushing and arguing with him over whose allowed to say where Sam can and can't touch, and neither of the two argue that it should be Dream.

It doesn't help that Punz is jealous. They don't want to be, especially not in this situation. But Sam's possessiveness of Dream, the way he taunts about knowing Dream in ways nobody else possibly could- it sets off that part of Punz that has always been so self-satisfied with his place as Dream's most intimate companion, the other half of his soul.

(Its the server's second stupidest dick measuring contest where they accidentally objectify Dream in the process, while they also compete to see who Dream likes more.)

Sam, on the other hand, is constantly having to reckon with the fact that he wasn't actually as good as he thought he was. Punz doesn't let him get away with spewing the same lines of crap and insisting he's always right. Sam also considered himself A Good Lover and good at getting Dream off (the only one who knows him, who knows him Best), and his ego takes a fucking hit when Punz corrects him. When Punz points out that certain things were actually harmful/not enjoyable, its hard for Sam to accept because it means he fucked up and made assumptions in his head and Punz rubs each of those in.

Sam tries to defend himself by pointing out that Dream went along with it, and which leads to Punz pointing out that he didn't have much of a choice/wasn't in a good situation to make that choice at the time, and that's the one time it nearly comes to blows between them before Dream speaks up to tell them both to knock it off.

(Sam discovers One (1) kink that Punz doesn't know about and he's so fucking smug about it despite fucking up literally everything else.)

(No matter how many wins Sam thinks he gets during their weekly time together, Punz still gets to take Dream home, do aftercare and keep him safe. Sam hates how much he wants that too, despite the fact that according to his own weird moral code he shouldn't.)

And as much as this is most definitely causing more issues, it does leave Dream actually feeling more in control of his situation.

He gets so much praise now! This is basically therapy but better! He even gets aftercare with no torture. He's getting good dick and most of his kinks are getting hit, truly luxurious for a cDream. He's a lot more confident and content, and he isn't constantly on the defensive, because if Punz says he didn't deserve what happened to him, even if its just a single person, Dream doesn't have to fight to prove that he's a person deserving of basic human decency.

But the Most Important Thing That Makes All This Take The Turn It Does: At first, Sam thinks that the proper solution to all of this is to get Dream all to himself again in his prison where he belongs and not fixing his behavior any more than what he needs specifically to get there.

However, during an very short period of time where Sam is able to be with Dream without Punz there to scrutinize, Sam attempts to do stuff like how he used to before Punz, to prove he doesn't need him, that they don't need him.

But now he knows, he knows that Dream isn't actually into a lot of the things he was trying, or at the very least he likes other things more. He had it proved to him, and he's aware that things can be a lot better. Dream's clearly nervous, anxious, and not super into this, and Sam can tell, and now all he can see are all those little signs that he's fucking up, and it's getting into his head.

In the end, he can't even get himself to go through with it, because now it feels wrong and he can't ignore that. He makes an excuse, and he's frustrated and aggressive, but he doesn't try this again without Punz there.

Mentally he can justify it as Punz would kill him if he did. This is just a matter of self-preservation.

But quietly his plans adjust to not just needing to get Dream under his control. He'll need to get Punz too in order for things to be perfect.

[quinloki]

More One Piece Kinks

Dubcon, Bondage, and Knifeplay, with

Zoro, Shanks, and Law

Oh. Oh man - okay, I'm going to break these down by kink instead of by character - so anyone who wants to skip dubon can just stop before they get to the end of the post. (there's plenty of warning notes preceding it.)

Bondage:

Zoro - This man is made for Shibari more than the more functional less decorative bondage, and the zen vibe and focus of shibari is something he enjoys too. I feel like bondage tends to turn more shibari for Zoro in any capacity. But the process is meditative and he really gets into it, like with sword forms, the basics are to be mastered first, and his knot-work is as refined as his swordplay. Bondage - Yes // Shibari - Oh god you don't even know.

Shanks - Giving or receiving, Shanks is a solid Yes for bondage. He can be a little reckless in receiving, but he'll happily guide/correct someone through the process. It's not that he has a passion for it, but he does have experience. His recklessness stems from the man's insane haki skills - if things go wrong Shanks can get out of anything with minimal effort, but he's very much 100% Safety Steps when tying someone else up.

Law - A rather not for receiving, and a Oh god you don't even know for giving. Law likes to be in control, and bondage provides that quite efficiently. That preference to be in control is mostly why he's not keen on being the one bound, but you might be able to convince him once or twice. Mostly though, if you're into it - and this is 100% fully functional no frills bondage - he's going to be all for it more than knot. Safety scissors nearby, but with his devil fruit power it's not much risk even pushing the riskier sides of the kink.

Knifeplay:

Zoro - Giving - yes, receiving, No. Zoro's control of blades is, well, legendary. So this is a niche right up his alley. Even with all his practice and skills, he's in between Sure and Yes, more toward yes. He's definitely got the kind of control that can keep you on edge (hehe), without things getting dangerous.

Shanks - Giving - Sure, receiving, Sure. There's not much Shanks won't do, or try. But again, in this case, it's really his control of his own skills that allow him to be comfortable with something like this. He knows he won't hurt you with his skills, and he's a strong guy, so even if there's a slip at worst he has a new scar. As far as foreplay or kinks though, there's more effective options when it comes to Shanks xD

Law - Giving Sure, Receiving - No. There is no enthusiasm in this with the good surgeon, but he's not against it. Law's more apt to want to try kinky things using his devil fruit to take you apart - not actually risking or purposefully cutting you. I imagine the whole fact that his sword is considered cursed, and he's not big on unnecessary harm, lend themselves toward this. The good news is, even if there isn't enthusiasm, if there's an accident, you're already in the hands of the best surgeon on the Grand Line, so there's a lot less risk.

Dubcon* (Giving Only):

*dubcon outside of fanfic is kind of a hard one to nail down, but I did my best. xD (I was like, how to do I talk about consent in a specifically dubious consent situation?)

One final note: If this isn't your kink, and you wouldn't ask it of your partner, then the next section just isn't for you <3 Skip it. Don't cry/bitch/whine to me ^_^

Zoro - This is a big No for Zoro. He's not an idiot, he's not incapable of nuance, but I feel like it's something that just sits a little raw in his craw. You can set up safe words with him, and beg him to stop and he'll manage to keep going, but that's clear consent within a set session and not quite the same thing.

Shanks - This is a Sure-to-Yes for Shanks. He's big on personal freedom and autonomy, but as long as you two sit down and talk through all the details, and come up with a safeword specific to those situations, he'll work with it. It certainly adds an interesting spice to your day to day life, being unsure of if, when, where, and how he'll initiate things. A few times he even leaves you unsatisfied, and it's hard to describe how hot it is.

Law - He starts as I dunno, but as time passes between you, and the relationship and trust grows, and you have a time or two where you really sit down and talk it out, he hits Sure. It's a "special occasions" sort of deal at that point, and you can probably count on your hands the number of times it's happened. There's always proper and thorough after care afterward.

Kinky One Piece Head Canon

[captain-mj]

Bun mentioned somewhere that you were the one who wrote the Nunez and Valeria thing? I was wondering if you could write something else for them? Maybe when she’s supposed to kill him, she spares him instead having a… better idea for what he could be used for (doesn’t have to be ABO)

Anon I need you to understand this is my favorite Valeria ship and I’m going to kiss you on the lips for giving me an excuse to write them

Also, the consent be DUBIOUS in this just a warning.

Valeria held the gun against his head and went to pull the trigger. She really did. But her fingers didn’t cooperate.

Nunez had the same eyes most men did. Nothing special about them. But they were looking at her with a layer of fear and… admiration. He was about to die and he still had the spark in his eyes.

“Take the gringo while I dispose of him.” Valeria ordered, motioning towards Soap. She stared at Nunez and he started to look nervous.

"Ma'am, I promise. I did my best." Nunez blinked up at her, all innocent.

Valeria scoffed. "Don't grovel." She got out her knife and Nunez tensed up before she sliced through the bindings. "I have a way you can make your failure up to me."

It took a lot longer than expected. Valeria had to deal with quite a bit before she finally, finally got to enjoy her prize.

Nunez wore her collar well. It had her name on it and included her phone number, even a little "Return to Valeria if found" message on the back. She had not truly degraded him, though it was tempting. But she never wanted to push him too hard. He wasn't one of her toys that she'd replace if broken. Nunez was a prized possession.

So she gave him a little more leeway that she would anyone else, even though he rarely took it. The entire time she was imprisoned, he simply waited for her, making sure everyone stayed loyal. He was a vicious man when ever Valeria was disrespected.

Valeria rewarded him greatly for it.

Nunez finally got to see her again since the night she almost killed him and then collared him. He kissed her hands desperately, gazing up at her like she was the very moon itself.

"I missed you so much, my love."

"I know. Such a good boy."

Nunez melted at her praise. "Had to make it up to you. Had to."

Valeria smiled. "Mira nomas que obediente mi perrito."

Nunez nodded desperately, sliding to his knees. "Sí, sí señora, es usted tan hermosa. Yo haría cualquier cosa por usted, por favor." His mouth opened slightly, eyes already going hazy. So ready to beg.

"We should have a few hours. I want you to undress."

He jumped up and started to undress, watching her. He really was such a good boy.

Valeria watched him, careful not to give anything away. His desperation was half of the fun. Nunez watched her and looked down at himself, trying his best to pose and look attractive to her.

"Lay down."

Immediately, he jumped to do it. He laid down and looked... shy.

Valeria undid her pants and kicked them to the side. When she noticed his begging expression, she rolled her eyes and took off her shirt as well. She threw her leg over his hips so she could straddle him properly.

Nunez gently moved his hands to rest on her hips. "Oh, mi amor. hermosa, hermosa." He groaned as she gently pressed against him.

Valeria gently her fingers over his lips, watching his mouth open and his tongue dart off to try to get more. His tongue gently ran between her finger before they slid into his mouth. He sucked happily, twirling his tongue around as she slowly sank down on him. His whole display had gotten her wet and it was almost too easy to take him all the way down.

He whimpered a little when she stopped. She raked her nails down his chest, watching him groan and try to stay still. If he moved too much, he worried she'd pull away and leave him like this. All he wanted was to touch her more. Whatever she'd allow him.

Eventually, she did grab one of his hands and gently moved it to one of her breasts, letting him feel. He whined and continued to touch carefully. She moved quickly, mostly just grinding or trying to chase her own pleasure. His free hand moved down and found her clit. He followed her rhythm and she felt herself to start to tense up. Her body clenched around him harder and harder as she got closer and it made him whimper.

"Por favor, Por favor quiero venir. Por favor déjeme venir. Por favor por favor por favor por favor." He groaned as he tried to keep from finishing, not yet having her permission. She grinded down on him as she finished, feeling his desperation to start to peak. Nunez whimpered and started to kiss her hand as he rubbed her clit faster.

Valeria grabbed the collar she kept around his neck and tightened it until it choked him. "Finish."

Nunez's eyes rolled back as he finally relaxed. He shook and whined as he came hard, hips rolling insistently. Valeria watched and felt very pleased with herself.

"My good boy."

"Yours."

[punks-never-die205]

Souled Out

Fem Reader x Demon!Eustass Kid

CW: Blood, religious tones, original creation myth, ritual, violence, dubious consent, 18+

Chapter 3: Soul Account

Upon your return yesterday, you had found your apartment returned back to order. The pulled carpet was replaced, the walls were clean, and the furniture was placed in logical locations – as opposed to being piled on your bed. You had barely been out hunting for clothes for Eustass for a couple of hours, but as much as you could be surprised, it was a pleasant one to return home too.

You had picked up take out Chinese and a six pack of beer as well, offering most of it up to him along with the clothes.

Eustass lifts the six-pack and regards it. “The hell is this?”

“Beer?” Your response is more of a question because you’re not sure how to describe beer to someone. “A mildly alcoholic-.”

“I know what beer is.” He growls, setting the pack on the coffee table. “Why’d you buy it?”

“… Beer goes well with cheap Chinese takeout.”  You answer flatly. “Should I have gotten more?”

“Eh.” He pops the cap off one and drinks it, making a face before having a few bites of food. The displeased look on his face lets up a little and he takes another drink. “Most beer here is disappointing, but you weren’t wrong.” He admits, taking a few more bites before looking over at you. “It does go good toget—what’s with that look on your face?”

You blink and look away before your brows crease. “I… didn’t realize I was making a face. I don’t know. I was… surprised, I think.”

“… By what?”

“You’re sitting on the couch naked, drinking beer and eating Chinese, and instead of thinking you were a vulgar brute, I thought that you looked… refined.”

He grunts. “I’ve had a lot more practice at existing than you, but don’t doubt I am a vulgar brute, little contractor.”

You sit across from him, legs crossed on the floor and grab a beer for your meal.

“Aw, didn’t get the whole pack for me?” He teases.

“Five sixths of it,” you reply, managing a small smile. “Do you know why cheap beer makes cheap Chinese food better?”

Eustass makes a negative sound and quirks an eyebrow at you.

“Lots of the flavors, even in cheap cuisine, are alcohol soluble. You don’t really taste them without alcohol in the food or paired with it.” You explain. It’s frustrating to hear your voice so lifeless even though you’re talking about something you have an interest in.

Something about the realization pulls the room into a somber mood, and the two of you eat in relative silence. You make plans to shop for clothes for Eustass properly the next day, and maybe even find him a screamer.

“That reminds me,” you say, empty boxes of Chinese in your hands as you step away from the living room. “I can not stop you either way, but do people survive hooking up with demons?”

“… You asking me not to leave a trail of broken bodies in my wake?”

“I suppose so.”

“Seems morals aren’t tied to emotions.” Eustass muses, finishing off the last of the drink in his hand. “Yeah, sure, I don’t need to break my toys to enjoy myself, I’ll play nice with your fellow humans.”

. . . . . .

“How are people not freaking out?” You question as you walk through the mall with Eustass Kid.

There was no way to keep him from sticking out. Somewhere beyond the limit of 6’6” he was just plain tall for starters. Broad shouldered with a body seemingly sculpted from marble, there was nothing subtle about him, and he didn’t diminish himself or his presence as he practically strut his way through the mall.

While his fiery hair and arrogant aura certainly didn’t help, you had been more worried about the horns and tail attracting the wrong kind of attention. There was no way that a straining T-shirt, sweat pants, and some slides were enough to make him look human.

“People see what they want to see.” He says with a grin. At the very least he was enjoying the attention.

“You’re not like, hiding your tail with magic or something?”

“Nah. Waste of energy.” He looks down at you. “Humans don’t believe in demons and magic and shit, so they almost never see it. You see it,” he adds before you can ask, “because you literally watched me crawl out of your summoning circle.

“But otherwise? I could double in size, got full scales and claws, and start tearing this place apart, and people would be yelling about earthquakes or a gas explosion or some shit.” He explains.

“Huh.”

“I wouldn’t go thinking every freak accident was one of my kind letting loose in your world.” He says, ruffling your hair. “Ah.” Pointing to a store, he pulls you along. “Here.”

“Here?”

“Surprised?”

“… In a manner of speaking, yes.” You admit as he pulls you toward a store that sells business suits.

“Expecting I’d want to wear vulgar print shirts and ripped jeans?”

“At the minimum.” You admit flatly.

Eustass grunts. “Suits open more doors. You want me to play nice with the humans, this is the route we’re going.”

“… We?” You barely get the question out as you and Kid enter a place that looks like it’s minimum price is a lien on your house. If you had a house.

Before you can ask any more questions, Eustass has effectively accosted a store employee. By the time he’s done talking to the stiff man they’re practically best friends. Eustass lays on some bullshit story about losing his luggage during an international flight, and he and his assistant are in need of decent attire for the next week.

He produces a leather wallet from his pocket and pulls out a credit card that looks like it could be a key card to Impel Down, or some other spook facility. You have no idea where he got either, and the only reassuring thing about the entire exchange is that neither the wallet, nor the card, are yours. They seem to belong to Catarina Amancio, whoever that is.

Well, for the moment, that’s who Eustass is, and you remember to address him as Mr. Silvers when the store employee regards you. Your lack of emotions is taken as professionalism by the store employee, who seems to praise you for it. If anything you find you’re grateful for your current situation, you’re not entirely sure your poker face would be good enough for this otherwise.

You’re apart from Eustass for probably twenty minutes as you’re handed off to a female member of the staff and taken to a back room for measurements. The actual measuring doesn’t take long, but then they go about finding you something to wear before you can leave, and finding clothes that fit off the rack takes them a moment. Though you imagine they do in 15 minutes what would’ve taken you several hours on your own.

You walk away in a blue-grey suit with a white undershirt and a black, functional heels. For something untailored it fit well and was comfortable, the ladies that assisted you had even tidied up your hair a little. Ten minutes later Eustass came out from a different dressing room, consoling the store employees that had been assisting him.

He was wearing a crimson dress shirt and black tie, black pants and deep, almost black, crimson later shoes. Based on what you could hear of the exchange they hadn’t been able to find a suit jacket that fit him off the rack. The dress shirt was barely doing its job as it was – one good, aggressive flex on his part and it was going to give at the seams.

After pre-paying for everything that was going to be tailored for the two of you, you leave and head toward the food court. You glance behind him as you’re walking and then looking up at him.

“Your tail’s gone.”

“It’s there.”

You look again. “No, it’s not.”

“It’s wrapped around my leg, you brat.” He manages to sound irritated and laugh at the same time, but you see his pant leg move on its own a little.

“They really didn’t see it when they were measuring you.” You say with a hint of surprise. “I didn’t doubt what you had said, but I had imagined such proximity would change things.”

Eustass doesn’t say anything, and the two of you walk in silence for a few minutes before you notice something. When you glance up at Eustass you realize he notices it too, and it’s apparently pleased him.

“Might not need to go clubbing.” You say flatly.

“Suits open more doors,” Eustass says with a grin.

“Shall I leave you to it then?”

“Hm? Nah. Someone’s more likely to approach me with you around anyway.” He says confidently.

“That… doesn’t make any sense.”

“All things bein’ equal, what’s sexier – a tall, broad-shouldered hot guy in a suit, or a tall, broad-shouldered hot guy in a suit with a small companion who is obviously not afraid of him?” Eustass asks, leaning down a little. “Besides, you look like you’re all business right now, you’re not going to deter anyone.”

“Hm. I’m your wingman then.” You’re not sure what to think about the whole thing, but after a moment you realize you had one more curiosity. “Where’d the card come from, Mr. Catarina?” You ask flatly.

Eustass grins. “Don’t worry about it for now, short stack.”

“… There’s an implication there that I will need to be worried about it later.”

His grin widens. “Possibly. Food first.”

The food court at the mall was standard. You both managed to find what you wanted and ate in relative silence. No less than four people came up to Eustass while you were eating. He ended up with three numbers and a date for the evening, you even promised to “clear his schedule” at one point.

“I really expected more lip from you, and less assistance.” Eustass admits as you’re finishing up your meals.

“Jealousy is an emotion.” You answer flatly. “Also, I did not expect to resolve my issue immediately upon summoning a demon.”

“Oh? What did you expect?” He questions. “And I mean from the top, before you even started the ritual.”

You hold up your fingers as you count off the outcomes you had anticipated. “Firstly, I expected failure. While I had decided to believe that the whole concept of summoning was valid, I didn’t assume I was going to get it right the first practical attempt. Second, I expected to be ignored or dismissed by whomever answered me. Worse, that I had done things just correctly enough to summon something, and incorrectly enough to be killed by whatever came through.

“Even if everything went perfectly, I had assumed it would take another twenty years or so to find my soul.” You admit. “There’s several billion people on the planet, and that’s assuming whoever took my soul is still here, and not from wherever you’re from.”

“Whoever took it is still here.” Eustass says. “There’re some exceptions, but you wouldn’t be able to survive off those scraps if your soul had been pulled to another plane. An’ if they took it for the reason I think they did, you don’t have to worry about them suddenly leaving.”

“What reason do you think?”

“My guess is you have a clean soul.”

Your mind stutters a little. You weren’t sure what you had expected Eustass to say, but clean soul hadn’t been the phrase you had expected. Shiny, maybe. Uniquely colored. Large?

Getting up he tugs you to your feet. “Let’s get back to your place, I don’t want to go into details out in public like this.”

[ananke-xiii]

Yes, sometimes even Brad Buckner and Eugenie Ross-Leming can write interesting dialogues. Anything can happen in life so I'm not exactly surprised. I'm referring to Sam and Dean's "it's not an "it"" dialogue from "Hell's Angel" (s11e18).

Sam: Dean's right. Priority is to put the Horn in Lucifer's hands and set him loose on Amara. Dean: After we exorcise Lucifer out of Cas and put him into a new vessel. Sam: What? Really? Dean: Yes, really. We're not gonna send Lucifer into battle inside Cas. What if he doesn't make it? Sam: Dean, it's a strong vessel. It's held Cas for years, and we know what he's been through. I'm guessing it can hold Lucifer. Dean: "It"? It's not an "it," Sam. It's Cas. Sam: And Cas wanted to do this. Dean: Yeah, well, there's times I want to get slapped during sex by a girl wearing a Zorro mask. That don't make it a good idea. Sam: Dean, this is exactly how we screw ourselves. W-We make the... the heart choice instead of the smart choice. Dean: Oh, okay. Thank you, Dr. Phil. Cas is family. Sam: Yes, and his choice deserves to be respected. Dean: Even if it kills him?

I think this is a very interesting dialogue for two reasons: 1. it shows how Dean is very good at winning arguments :P and 2. it shows how both brothers' planning is 100% morally dubious. I don't really like putting on the morality lenses, it's not something very appealing to me because I like analyzing characters rather than judging them. Having said that, it's still worth noticing how none of the brothers comes out of this scene exceptionally well.

Sam and Dean argue because they are making a deal with Crowley and they have different priorities: Sam's is to put the Horn in Lucifer's hand and set him loose on Amara ASAP; Dean's is leaving Cas (currently possessed by Lucifer) out of the equation. This places the brothers on two different sides: Dean is "the heart choice" and Sam is "the smart choice". Dean wins because a. he's better at defending his thesis and b. in a season focused on the heart's desires there really is no place for smart choices. The heart wants what it wants, people.

A new vessel.

Dean is ready to put Lucifer into "a new vessel" (aka another human being and good luck finding one what with the whole issue of consent etc) because he doesn't want to send Lucifer into battle inside Cas (brrr, the phrasing is so crude, buckleming don't beat around the bush for sure). So, you know, I'm not judging him for that, love can get crazier than that etc, but the morality lenses are detecting some problems here. Very cunning of Dean to use the impersonal word "vessel" instead of his usual "angel condom" or, you know, "human being". He's worried that Cas will not make it. And this is actually problematic because it implies that Dean is fine with sacrificing another random person as long as it's not Cas.

Sam picks up on Dean's careful selection of word and does an interesting shift between it-he-it. It's a strong vessel, it's held Cas, he (Cas) has gone through a lot, it can hold Lucifer.

While Dean thinks of Cas as Cas, Cas is Lucifer's vessel, it's not "vessel + Cas" (sorry to put it this horribly but I can't come up with something better right now LOL) and he's techinically right because Jimmy Novak is permadead, I find very interesting that Sam still separates Cas' vessel from Cas himself. I think this might be where Sam's trauma for being Lucifer's true vessel and all that entailed shows. I don't know if it's a coping mechanism but this might tell us that Sam, too, considers himself both and "it" and a "he". Anyway, personally not judging, but the morality lenses are detecting problems here, too. Pragmatism is a virtue but, as all things taken to extremes, it can also be a vice. I remember that once Sam rightly told Dean that he was fine with the sacrifice as long as he wasn't the one to do the sacrifice (or something along these lines). Well, right back at you, Sam. Moreover, Sam is avoiding the problem here: they know Cas' vessel can hold Lucifer, it's been holding him in that precise moment. Dean wants to know what happens if Cas doesn't make it. They're two different things. Sam will lose this argument because he's avoiding the subject. He's not factoring in the very real possibility that Cas might die.

Dean's rebuke at Sam that it's not an "it" but "it's Cas" is a bit unfair. He was the first who mentioned a new vessel, thus implicitly saying that, while Cas might not be an "it", another "it" (vessel being a neutral noun) needs to contain Lucifer. And Sam did refer to Cas as "he" and "Cas" while referring to the vessel as "it". But Dean is smart and definitely knows how to win an argument.

Wants and good ideas.

Sam defends his thesis pulling the "he wanted this" card. But how do you know Sam? It's a weak defence and Sam of all people should know. Coming to the conclusion that saying YES to Lucifer is the best solution and then acting on that does NOT equal to actually wanting to do THAT. Then, there are two other points to be made. The first is that Dean is, again very very clever, and he immediately shows another fallacy in Sam's defence: wanting something doesn't mean it's a good idea. This would be a strong argument if Dean's alternative "good idea" wasn't to put Lucifer inside another human being vessel. The second is that Cas did say yes to Lucifer, but he's not the one making the deal with Crowley. Sam and Dean are, they are making the choice for Cas while he's incapacited. The end result may be the same (Cas probably considered when he said yest to Lucifer that he was not gonna make it), but the modality is quite different.

Heart choice, smart choice and Cas' choice.

Sam's final plea is the old "brain vs heart" conundrum. The heart choices are what screw you in the end and they're about to make the same mistake again. I don't know if "leaving things as they are" (aka leaving Lucifer inside Cas) can qualitfy as a smart choice but Sam seems to think so. Dean simply steamrolls Sam's argument with a plain but strong "Cas is family". Which, you know, fair. However, family is exactly the thing that screws them in the end that Sam was talking about. We've reached a stall.

Finally, Sam plays the part of Cas' lawyer and says that his choice must be respected but he totally loses the argument. Because, as I said, the point was NOT if the vessel could hold Lucifer or whether Cas should've said yes or no to him. The problem is USING Lucifer and set him loose on Amara. No, actually no, the problem is USING Cas as bait with the possibility of his consequent death. And Dean is not okay with that. So much so, he's willing to sacrifice another human being to save part of his family. Yes, Cas' choice should be respected but they are planning to use him as bait. Was that Cas' choice, too? How could they know? Dean is ultimately right because he's addressing a painful point: they are using a member of their family as a pawn and he might not make it. This is their choice, not Cas'.

So what about Cas' choice? Dean wins the argument but was he right? Yes, it seems so.

Castiel: Oh, Crowley. What are you doing here? Crowley: Is this the Winchesters' kitchen? Castiel: Sort of. I come here in my mind to pass the time. For some reason, it has excellent reception. Crowley: What's wrong with you? What has Lucifer done to you? Castiel: Well, he mostly just leaves me alone. I'm just waiting here, you know, for the battle with the Darkness. Crowley: He's really got his hooks in you. Snap out of it. Do you know what's happening out there? The Winchesters have trapped the abomination so that you can expel him so that they can put him back in the Cage... Castiel: Well, that doesn't sound like a very good idea. Crowley: In your current state, you're in no position to judge. Castiel: Wait. That was Dean I saw a minute ago, wasn't it? Crowley: Yes. Castiel: And he wants me to expel Lucifer? Crowley: Yes! Castiel [laughing]: Ha, ha, ha! Well... he may have a more objective view of the situation. Maybe I should.

At first Cas seems to share Sam's pov. He's just there waiting to be used in the final battle against Amara. However, he's clearly not okay. Lucifer has got his hooks on him, as Crowley points out. He also tells Cas about the Winchesters' plan to expel Lucifer from him. Cas, again, shares Sam's opinion: this is not a very good idea. But one little look at Dean and all of a sudden he's like "well, if Dean says so I guess he's right". He trusts Dean to the point that he thinks that he may have "a more objective view" implying that he doesn't have an objective view, so therefore Sam's advocating for his choices and wants was null. It's not a choice if the person making the choice doesn't have all the info necessary to make the choice in the first place.

I think this dialogue is well done because it shows us both the Winchesters' hypocrisy and moral ambiguity and the lenghts people would go to save the ones they love. Although my morality lenses have detected bullshit on both sides, Sam's argument is the weakest and not because he thinks Cas is an "it" (I think I've proved by now that's a bit unfair to call out Sam on that), but because he's making excuses and playing righteous while he's not being that.

(And, I think, he's not being that because he's a deeply traumatized character who's been projecting onto Cas his trauma the whole time. Back in s5 the priority was saving the world, he was the strong true vessel, he wanted to do it, his choice had to be respected. And that actually worked out. For the world, for sure. For him? Not so much. Advocating for Cas' choice meant advocating for his own choices, proving he was right. But he was not).

Ultimately the plan to exorcise Lucifer out of Cas doesn't work so we'll never know exactly what would've happened. But I think it's interesting to notice how Dean, who's usually portrayed as right by the narrative and as its heart, is actually way more cunning than he's given credit for. He manages to make Sam sound callous for calling Cas an "it" while he was the one who brought the subject of vessels up. He counteracts all of Sam's points quickly and effectively. And he was rewarded by the narrative because we see and hear Cas saying that Dean does have a more objective view than he does (and he had just two seconds before basically agreed to everything that Sam had said). I kinda liked it. Making the heart choice doesn't negate the possibility of making the smart choice, Sam. And Dean was actually smarter. Good scene y'all.

[edenwolfie]

20 questions for fic writer

I was tagged by @naamah-beherit! thanks for the tag, this one was fun!

1. how many works do you have on ao3? 8

2. what’s your total ao3 word count? 897,063 lol

3. what fandoms do you write for? Posted Labyrinth, Star Wars, MDZS & TGCF, and written but not posted for Star Trek, Marvel, SVSSS & Trigun

4. what are your top five fics by kudos? #1: Just say yes (MDZS / Kudos: 10,035) #2: Just say there's nothing holding you back (MDZS / Kudos: 6,024) #3: Sigh No More (Star Wars / Kudos: 5,546) #4: I’m aching and I know you are too (MDZS / Kudos: 4,481) #5: ’Til our compass stands still (TGCF / Kudos: 3,962)

5. do you respond to comments? I do try to as much as I can when posting a fic, but after I've finished fics unless I have something to add or a comment particularly moved me, I tend not to due to it being a little time consuming and repetitive to work through--though all are loved and appreciated beyond words!!

6. what’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? None of them lol. Look upon my collection of fix-it fics and weep (at their fluffy endings)

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again, all of them, but I think ’Til our compass stands still is the one that makes me smile the most.

8. do you get hate on fics? I have gotten a couple of odd comments, but is very rare.

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind? Oh yeah. The smutty kind? Whatever takes my fancy really, I've posted a lot of my soft shit, but there's definitely some darker/kinkier stuff in the old WIP pile.

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written? Not really one for crossovers, only one I started was for Star Wars/MDZS that I will likely never finish.

11. have you ever had a fic stolen? Good old Sigh No More was one of those fics that was being sold on Amazon amongst a number of other folks fics.

12. have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! My series Just Say Yes has been translated to Russian.

13. have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I have not.

14. what’s your all-time favorite ship? Boy that's a hard one. Probably K/S. They the OG for good reason.

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Honestly, if I actually want to finish it, I will make it happen. I also don't start posting until I am sure I have the whole thing plotted out and can finish it. I have a lot of WIPs, but many are little disconnected scenes I like to play with like Barbies that don't really have Plot and I don't really intend to finish. I suppose if the Wangxian brain took me again, I'd like to finish the WIP titled 'Canon Typical Dubious Consent' fic, but it's a huge mess and would need a lot more coherency to it.

16. what are your writing strengths? I think I'm pretty good with dialogue, character, and plot.

17. what are your writing weaknesses? The bits in between those things, descriptions and such. I also have a penchant for reusing words a lot and repeating myself, though I do try to clean that up in edits lol

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? If it's there for a reason I don't see why not, but I also likely wouldn't do so mainly because I'm not particularly fluent in anything other than English and would worry too much about fucking it up.

19. first fandom you wrote for? Labyrinth on ff.net a thousand years ago

20. favorite fic you’ve ever written? Definitely ’Til our compass stands still, that one is my Baby.

I'm tagging whoever feels like doing it!

[lemonhemlock]

It's so weird seeing people complaining about the show whitewashing Aemond while arguing that he actually should've been portrayed as a psychopath or a villain from the get-go. That's hardly a better portrayal. He was just a child when he attempted to console Jace!! Is it so bad that he wasn't shown to be a complete lunatic at that age?h Also, the sexual trauma that happened to him when he was 13 years old doesn't exclude him from committing atrocities in the future nor having a future relationship of probable dubious consent with an older woman. In fact, I'd argue it's not inconceivable that book!Aemond lost his virginity at a similar age or was very young at least - whether or not book!Aegon had a part in it (tbh even in the show I don't think he did it with the intent to traumatize his younger brother like I've seen some people suggesting, no, he truly thought he was doing a good thing to him - but this is another discussion). While Daemon did not receive the best portrayal with him being the one to kill Rhea or choking his current wife I don't think the fandom as a whole hates him more than they would've hated the book version of him because of those two decisions, team black fans certainly don't and let's be honest, most green ones would've hated him regardless. As for Viserys, well, he was hated before the show too for being weak! Because he is and always will be!! Imho he's just ickier in the show because of the decision to age him up and age Alicent down, thus making the dynamic of their relationship really off-putting (and this still doesn't prevent some people from claiming that she seduced him). Aegon, well, he sure did receive the worst treatment from the writers but I truly don't think it was done at the behest of Aemond, to make him the better brother and so on. If anything, it was done to prop Rhaenyra up as the right choice, whose side we, as viewers, must take. Not to be a jerk but one must be really naive to think that the Aemondwives and even most normal Aemond fans will abandon him once he starts burning the Riverlands and latch onto Aegon as their next favorite character as a result of that. Everyone already knows he's only getting worse. The only thing that can make some of his fans jump off ship is if the writers make him rape Alys and/or be violent towards her but I doubt that will happen (and their relationship isn't very clear in the books either). Peasants are just that, peasants. No fangirl is going to be like "omggg Aemond was so evil for burning that village down!!! now I hope he dies!!". Now of course this isn't the view someone should have, but stans are gonna stan regardless.

Sorry for this getting so long but I truly think some people would be better off if they'd stop watching the show only to complain about what the writers changed. This is not to say we should simply approve of everything the writers are doing and never say anything against, but some complaints are truly silly. If you like the book more, then stick to it? Nothing wrong with that.

i think people are just bored at this point but maybe for some reason don't have the bandwidth to invest in another fandom / watch another show / read another book & they're just stuck arguing in circles about hotd. it's been the same main 10 topics of conversation over & over since the show ended that they keep coming back to

i also don't get why anyone would be against taking a one-note character from the books and fleshing them out more. if anything, aemond's characterization as a child and young man made a lot of sense & was integrated nicely, without resorting to moustache-twirling tropes like child psychopath. also agree that aegon's depiction came about a way to prop rhaenyra up, not aemond.

all things considered, you're probably right about the aemondwives being ride or die, but who can predict how zealous fans with such militant behaviour will react. even the snapewives engaged in some very weird mental gymnastics because they didn't agree with the plotline jkr assigned to their favourite character