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grandpayaoi · 5 months

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ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to be a wretched old man

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yuwuta · 28 days

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yuuta exhibits such previously abandoned, recently adopted dog behavior. incredibly anxious all the time, even though nobody’s out to get him or leave him behind. waits for you to return home or from school or from work excitedly, just to see you when you walk through the door. follows you around senselessly, hovering in your space just for the sake of companionship. initiates affection in prodding ways—starts off next to you, then a hand on your thigh, then deems it safe to lay all the way down, then slowly pushes his head into your lap. gets up whenever you need to get up, and resumes his position as soon as you’re ready. brings you gifts as a sign that he’s thinking of you, and maybe because he likes the affection it brings out in you, maybe because he likes the gentle affirming touches of a hand in his hair or a pinch to his cheek. rests his head on your stomach or his chin on your shoulder when he’s sleepy, stays there, immobile, and will not move unless absolutely necessary. sometimes he gets surprised when he hears you calling for him, there’s a moment of disbelief as he thinks “me? really? you need me?” but it’s very quickly overshadowed by this compulsive need to show up, to please, to do anything for you, which is why he always answers when you call. he doesn’t realize that he has puppygod eyes, especially when he’s excited or confused, but he does and it’s incredible endearing. very reluctant to share your space or attention after a while, considers that to be sacred and he won’t risk being let go or lost again, so as a safety precaution, he keeps himself right by you, waits for you always.

#atp i need to shut and write the omega verse fics that consistency plague my mind #but while im here time for my obligatory megumi mention bc i mentioned dogs teehee #yes megumi attack dog hes megumi grumbly yes megumi bark bark bite bite BUT BUT BUTTTT #megumi is also used to like... hm........ taming? having? caring for? people in his life and also literal (divine) dogs #so for him yes he bites and barks #but he also... he gets confused if YOU dont follow him around like a puppy bc everyone else in his life has so why not you?#gojo's always been the annoying yapping pomeranian chewing on his arm even if he didn't ask #always in megumi's space even tho he didn't ask but he learned to deal with it #won't admit it but knows that too much attention is better than having someone who couldn't give a shit about you #yuuji is the golden in everybody's life and megumi is no exception #unmovable unshakeable and incredibly addictive even if he doesn't mean to be #and very very attached to the people he cares about so yeah yuuji is loud and annoying but he's also loyal and megumi respects that so fine #nobara is like... she decided she liked megumi and was upset about it so she bit his ankle and he tried to kick her off but she has too muc #pride to get shaken off by someone as scrawny as megumi and somewhere along the way megumi became impressed that she was still there even i #it hurt a bit and she was a little rough it's not like he was worse so fine whatever she can stay too #so if you like... if you dont hover around megumi if you dont pry if you dont prod then he has to be the dog smh #now he's gotta bite for your attention and nudge you and how annoying. he's gonna keep doing it tho. as long as he has to #or until you learn to fall in line and accept your leash too whichever comes first n e way.... anyway.............#somebody's pampered omega always gets what he wants megumi complex is showing......#this was about yuuta right? ok i'll put his tags now....#juju #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader

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mxtxfanatic · 1 year

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Yes, Wei Wuxian was most definitely trying to get away from Lan Wangji at the start of his second life by… *checks notes*…crawling into his bed every night despite knowing he would be bound until the morning, and reaching into the man’s clothes in public and “rummaging for a while” for something he wasn’t expecting to be there to begin with.

Then Lan Wangji literally lets him walk off WITH HIS WALLET “without voicing any objections,” and when Wei Wuxian notices that Lan Wangji isn’t following behind, he slowed down because he felt uncomfortable leaving him behind.

So what is the truth, Wei Wuxian???

#human reads mdzs: take 2 #mind you he’s armed this whole time #they’re in a whole other clan’s territory #they’re walking on busy streets #he literally can just… fight to leave #and he never does #this is still taming wangxian btw

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peachsayshi · 10 months

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(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni)

you don’t tease your husband, nanami, with any short dress.

no, you pick the ones that borderline look like lingerie (bonus points if they are extra revealing or see through). he is pretty shocked that you would be bold enough to want to leave the house in it. he would never tell you to change because he doesn’t like controlling you like that, but you still can’t. be. serious.

of course you look sinful in every way possible, but he loathes the idea of other men sharing the same lewd thoughts he’s having while looking at you.

you always push his buttons - watch as he stirs when you apply on your make up and arch your back so he can get a clear peak of what’s under the hem of your dress, see the way he stammers over his words as you spritz a little perfume on your collarbones so he can pay attention to your defined cleavage, and relish in how it eats away at his nerves when you ask him to help you strap on your heels.

oh, but it’s such a fun little game getting him riled up, because you know just how much he enjoys putting you in your place.

#lskdfjslkdfj I saw these dresses and this thought crossed my mind #I’m having brat taking thoughts with my husband #nanami kento hcs #nanami kento x reader #*taming not taking

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bookinit02 · 7 months

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5X03: THE FIRST TO DIE

After months of radio silence, Vecna finally starts to show his hand. Passions ignite, secrets are exposed, and Will makes a decision that could put everything at risk. Dead dogs tell no tales… or do they?

click here for the playlist!

click here for the comment-free pdf.

#script sunday #the end is here #surprise!! it’s the time skip episode :)#mind the warnings on this one Please #there is like . the Barest Hint of mature content #i tried to make it as tame as possible and it’s not even w/ byler but i know some people are Touchy #anyway . shout out to the part of this that i wrote at [redacted] hotel room w/ thea & bats & abby :)#while thea was snoring directly in my ear :)#if u made it this far in the tags . hi!#hope everyone enjoys <3

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sickintwisted · 3 months

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I want to pin you against a wall, feel you squirm against my touch, imagining you struggle to gain composure, hearing your hot fucking moans that I find so enticing. I can’t stop thinking about the slutty things I’d do to you.

Fuck…..

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frogmanfae · 5 months

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Race: DAVEY OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU'LL NEVER BELIEVE-

David, stressed out of his mind to begin with: HEY WATCH THE LANGUAGE! YOURE LUCKY LES ISN'T AROUND!! JESUS!

Race: did you just say "Jesus?"

Davey: ...YES?????

Race: ain't you Jewish?

Davey: *unintelligible sounds of exasperation* ITS AN EXPRESSION??

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jadewritesficshere · 10 months

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Insecurity 18+only

Steve Harrington x female!reader

shoutout to all my girlies who are self conscious about their chests.

Synopsis: You feel insecure about your boobs, but Steve shows you there is nothing to be insecure about 18+ ONLY

Contents: negative body image (descriptive about insecurities, self depreciating thoughts), pet names (Honey, Beautiful), groping, unprotected p in v (YALL PLEASE WRAP IT UP), creampie

The gnawing despair and shame that had started earlier in the night had continued to grow, becoming like lead in your stomach. It was movie night at the Harrington residence. As was the tradition after saving the world once or twice, the young adults would get together and watch a movie, eat pizza, and smoke if you felt so inclined.

Tonight was Eddie's pick, some B horror movie. You hadn't really paid attention, more focused on watching Nancy and Steve talking. The despondent feeling had started then, even if you knew they no longer had feelings for each other, you felt insecure. You felt as though you couldn't compare to Nancy. You loved Nancy, she was amazing. Hell, you weren't sure if you wanted to be her or be with her.

But you definitely knew you liked Steve. You hadn't even told Steve of your feelings for him, having your heart ripped out as you watched him go out on many dates, and feeling like an asshole for being glad they didn't end well.

The feeling grew as the movie started. Robin and Eddie, taking their roles as film critics seriously, talked about the techniques being used and made comments throughout. Nancy told them to hush many times, but they ignored her. It wasn't until one of the female characters had her shirt ripped open, causing her bare chest to be on display, that caused silence to occur. Her breasts were bigger than yours and perfectly even and round. Nipples that were hardened and like a beacon your eyes drifted to. Her breasts swayed in an almost hypnotizing way as she ran. You would have been the first to admit they were attractive.

"Damn," one of the guys had muttered, causing you to look over. Eddie's eyes were glued to the TV and for once he was silent.. Robin was blushing and her mouth was dropped open. Steve shifted on the couch, his hand going to adjust- oh.

Your stomach dropped and you felt like your veins had turned to ice. Of course this is what Steve would like. You didn't have a bad chest persay, but you were always self conscious of it. In fact, yours were uneven. Sure, they weren't an entire cup size different, but one cup of your bra would fit perfectly while the other was just slightly too big or too small depending on the bra. You knew that you were probably making a bigger issue out of things, but you couldn't help your insecurity. You noticed the difference every time you looked in the mirror, even if no one else did.

You hardly even noticed the movie ending. You couldn't even remember the plot. You nodded at the discussion Eddie had started, trying to make it seem like you had paid attention. You could feel Steve's eyes on you. "Are you okay?" Steve mouthed from across the couch. You smiled and nodded, but the look of concern didn't leave his face. Of course the one guy you wanted to seem normal to could tell something was off.

Slowly, everyone gathered their things to leave. Robin and Nancy left together while you were searching for your keys. Eddie had went to the restroom then left, saying something about a deal. You still couldn't find your keys. You always left them on the table in the hall, but they were nowhere to be found. This was just making your night worse. The icing on the cake. Like when you are already mad and your belt loop gets caught on the door handle. You grumble to yourself, when you hear Steve clear his throat.

You turn to glance at him. Steve had your keys in his hand. He jingled them before tossing them at you. You fumble with the catch, but don't drop them. Why the hell would Steve steal your keys?

Steve stood at the end of the hall in front of the front door. He had his arms crossed over his chest. "What's going on?" Steve demanded. You rolled your eyes at his tone, earning a glare," Seriously? You're acting strange, what happened?" "Nothing. Thanks for stealing my keys asshole." "It's called borrowing, you got them back." You attempt to slide by Steve but he blocks you. Almost like a game, you try to slide past and he blocks you.

You fake to the left, making Steve attempt to block you there, but slide past him on the right. You grasp the door handle but-

The handle slips from your grasp as Steve spins you around and pins you to the door. His arms blocking you on either side, holding onto your biceps. You drop your keys on the floor from surprise. A moment of silence between you two as you both realize the position you're in.

"What's going on? Did...did I do something?" Steve frowns at you. Your stomach drops at the look of disappointment on his face," No! Steve just...no." "You can't even look at me without frowning." His words make you realize you are indeed frowning. You must have been frowning at him all night. You attempt to smile, but the attempt is pitiful and Steve sighs," I'm sorry...I dont know what I did, but I am." "Steve you didn't do-" "No, no. Let me finish. I'm sorry that-" "Steve-" "-i never meant to make you uncomfortable, if you tell me what it is I can avoid doing it again-" "Steve I-" "- let me speak! I'm sorry i-"

"It's my boobs!" Your voice is loud, not yelling, but loud enough that there was no way Steve could ignore it. You bite your bottom lip and his mouth drops open slightly. He closes his mouth and swallows, your eyes flicking to his Adam's apple moving. You don't miss how his eyes snap down to your chest that was covered by your shirt.

"Uh I'm sorry?" Steve blinked a few times before looking into your eyes," I think I'm missing something?" Nerves wrack your stomach, embarrassed at the feelings of insecurity you had. You fidget under his gaze," Well I mean...the movie...she...mine don't look..."

Steve's eyes widen slightly with realization. "Oh Honey...there's nothing to be self-conscious about." You scoff at his words making him glare. "Seriously, all boobs are beautiful. Big, small, perky or not, I could go on. Even, uneven, doesn't matter to me.. Boobs are boobs. And they all are beautiful." "Not mine." Steve rolls his eyes," Yes yours." "Nuh-uh" "Yuh-huh!" You and Steve bicker back and forth before the thought fuck it runs through your mind.

You grab the hem of your sweater, yanking it up. You're glad now that you had worn the severely baggy sweater without a bra. Your breasts jiggle slightly with movement, Steve's eyes immediately darting to them.

He licks his lips as he stares at your chest. Your chest rising and falling with every breath you take. His gaze heavy, making you aware of what you just did. You go to lower your sweater and his hands dart out to hold yours up," Now hold on..."

He smirks at you and lowers one hand down to your left boob. He palms at it, making you realize how big his hand really is. He squeezes lightly before lifting your breast and letting go, watching your breast fall and jiggle. He groans and the sound goes straight between your legs. His other hand darts to your other breast. You can tell there is a difference in size against his hands, but Steve doesn't seem to care.

Your nipples start to harden from arousal and the cool air. Steve's eyes focused on the peaks as his thumbs rub over each one. A shudder runs through you and goosebumps run down your arms from Steve's feather light touch. Steve's eyes are lit up with barely contained lust.

"Don't know why you were concerned about these...They're perfect." Steve mumbles, dipping his head close to your chest before looking up at you. The unspoken question has you nodding your consent. Steve grins slightly before slowly kissing your chest. A kiss here and there. A slight bite. Licking and swirling his tongue. He sucks lightly on one nipple, sending shivers down your spine.

You can feel your arousal start to dampen your panties. A light moan escapes your mouth before you bite your lip to hold it back. Steve groans at the sound before pulling back. "Fuck babe..." Steve exhales slowly. He closes his eyes trying to get a grip on himself. You aren't sure if you should lower your top or take it off. Steve shifts and your eyes dart down and-

Oh. A thrill of pride runs through you at seeing Steve's erection. Knowing you gave him that? Knowing you got him worked up just from the part of you that you are the most insecure of? It may not take away that insecurity fully, but it does help to lessen it in this moment. You lick your lips at the sight. Damn, it was big.

Steve's hands slowly grasp yours and lower your sweater. "We uh better put those away. Or I'm gonna have a hard time controlling myself." Steve clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. You nod absent-mindedly. You pause and then say," Who says you have to control yourself?"

Steve growls and crowds you against the door. Your arms go over his shoulders, a hand in his hair and one on his neck. Your noses knock together slightly before his lips collide against yours. Soft but passionate. Your chest rubs against his as he pushes a leg between yours. The friction hits your pelvis as you both grind against each other.

You can feel the roughness of his jeans through the fabric of your pants, it hitting just right to feel amazing against your clit. You pull back with a gasp, Steve taking the opportunity to kiss down your jaw. You aren't sure if he maneuvers your head, or if you turn it to give him better access. You can feel a hint of pain as he nips his teeth, that turns into pleasure as he sucks and licks the spot. He trails down from your jaw to your neck, to the spot that makes your fingers and thighs clench. You know your underwear must be soaked at this point.

"Steve," you tap his neck to get his attention and he pulls back to look at you," Bedroom?" Steve's eyes light up and a blinding grin spreads across his face. He lets go of you and takes a step back. Steve grabs your hand, interlocking your fingers. His hand bigger then yours, but feeling like a puzzle piece sliding into place. Butterflies in your stomach taking flight as it felt so right.

Steve leads you up the stairs and into his bedroom. He lightly closes the door and pulls his shirt off. You can't help inhaling sharply at the sight. Pale skin scattered with beautiful moles, like stars in the night sky. You want to kiss each one. His chest hair and that stupid happy trail, it made your mouth salivate. Steve flexes his biceps slightly, trying to show off. You wouldn't tell him, but he didn't need to show off for you. You thought he was beautiful just as he was. Even when he was a "loser" (his own words not yours).

You toss your sweater off quickly, not wanting to miss a second. You push your pants and underwear off in the same movement. It hit you suddenly, that you were naked in Steve's room. This had only happened in your dreams, and if this was one, you didn't want to wake up.

Your eyes dart back to Steve as his jeans come off with his boxers. Steve's dick stands to attention, lightly hitting his stomach. A smattering of curls neatly trimmed at the base. A prominent vein on its side. You can see a mole on one of his balls, and you still agree with your earlier thought of kissing every mole. You lick your lips at the thought. Steve goes to take his tube socks off and falters slightly, almost falling.

It takes some nerves away you didn't realize you had as you giggle at the man in front of you. Steve's face flushes with embarrassment, but that feeling goes away as he sees you getting comfy on his bed. In his mind, you look like you belong. Like this was the perfect place for you. Steve gets his socks off and tosses them away, stalking over to you.

Steve slowly crawls onto the bed and over you. You grin up at him as he braced himself over you. "Hi," you murmur before kissing him. You can feel one of his hands snaking down your arm and grabbing your hand. He holds your hand as you kiss, making your head spin. Something so innocent as holding hands mixed with the way his tongue was moving against yours made it feel incredibly dirty. You knew you would think about this moment every time you held hands, because now you weren't going to let his hand go that easily.

Steve slowly lines up, rubbing his dick through your folds. A shiver of pleasure runs down your spine as he rubs against you clit. You whimper slightly, bucking against him. Once his dick is coated thoroughly with your arousal, he teases your hole with his tip. The lightest touch of pressure, just so you know he's there before he pulls away.

You can feel the head of his dick slip in slightly, both of you moaning. "Ready?" He asks and you nod. He slowly pushes in, pausing to give you time to adjust to his length. It has a slight sting of pain as you stretch to adjust for his size. Steve murmurs apologies as he kisses your face, going back to the spot on your neck he found earlier. You relax against him and he pushes in all the way.

You've never felt so full. The feeling was amazing. Steve slowly starts to pull out before pushing back in. Each thrust of his dick sending pleasure coursing through you. You wrap your legs around his waist, allowing him to hit a different angle that causes you to moan.

Panting into each other's mouths as he thrusts into you. Steve moans wantonly, sending shivers down your spine. With every thrust he hits that spot that makes you see stars. You can feel your climax approaching. "Give it to me Honey," Steve murmurs, hand snaking down and circling your clit.

You crash over the edge before you realize you were even there. You spasm from pure unadulterated pleasure. Stars explode in your vision as ecstasy takes over. "Oh fuck you're-" Steve cuts off with a gasp as his hips stutter. You are floating through space, barely tethered to your body. You thought out of body experiences only happened when you were about to die, but the pleasure you felt sent you to new heights.

Steve's thrusts falter as he cums. You start to come back to earth as you feel his release paint your insides. Steve collapses on you, not in an unpleasant manner, but like a weighted blanket was laid on you. You wrap your arms around his waist in a loose hug (and if you squeezed his ass well thats just for you two to know). You can feel his heaving breaths as his chest rubs against yours.

Steve pulls back slightly to stare into your eyes. "Hi again," you giggle. "Hi Beautiful," He grins at you. You try to hide your face in his neck but he laughs and pulls back more, making you whine. "Don't go shy on me," Steve kisses your nose," I've seen you naked now. Nothing left to be shy about." You would argue but Steve kisses you again.

Steve slowly pulls out and you whine at the loss. You can feel his cum slowly drip out of you. He pulls back but you tighten your arms around his waist. "Hey, I'll be right back. Just gonna get a towel to clean up." Steve strokes your jaw. You reluctantly let go of the man so he can go get a towel. Steve leaves and returns quickly. A wet wash cloth in hand, Steve pauses at the sight of his release dripping out of you. You can tell he likes what he sees, making a mental note. He cleans you up, careful as you are still sensitive.

Soon, he is crawling back into bed next to you. He curls into you, wrapping an arm around your waist as his head goes to lay against your chest. You wrap one arm around his waist while the other hand goes to his hair. You both sigh contentedly. "Beautiful," Steve mumbles, kissing your breast. Yeah, your insecurity was definitely lessened in this moment. And you had a feeling that every time it started to grow, Steve would show you how he felt about them.

#Steve loves them all he does not care the size or shape #Steve is also canonically a hand holder during the deed so #He is the most boyfriend to boyfriend and idc if you aren't technically together in this #You are now like bro you aren't letting this man go #Also Steve spends a long time doing his hair and you think he hasn't tamed that jungle?#My man over here trimming and looking at the angles in the mirror to make sure it looks good #Personally I wouldn't care but thats just me #Anyways I love him and I love him and I love him #Is this purely self indulgent uh yes but I know I ain't alone in this so #Also I am so terrible at writing smut my mind goes blank and I just #Enjoy this poor attempt at smut aha #Steve Harrington smut #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x y/n #Steve Harrington/you #Steve Harrington/reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #Steve Harrington/female!reader #Stranger Things #LETS TRY POSTING THIS AGAIN CAUSE TUMBLR BLOCKED IT IN THE FEEDS AND YET I AM NOT SHADOWBANNED SO LETS TRY THIS AGAIN #Jade is Talking

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mamas-filly · 5 months

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No filter or anything on this one either, I'm a horny little mess that diapers only serve to make worse. The meanest thing you could do to me is lock me in chastity. I'd do anything you wanted in a weeks time. I deserve to be absolutely subjugated due to my lack of self-control. I'm so easily trainable, so deeply, soulcrushingly, starved for the type of cruelty and domination I crave that I force myself into a tiny, respectable box. Then, I explode with desire to get worse, less approachable, more deviant, and desperate, pushing myself deeper into corruption without outside input. How long until I'm too far gone?

#i feel like a wild beast in need of taming. in a way ill admit is strangely fulfilling.#this reads really one handed but im losing my mind in obsession

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fafnir19 · 5 months

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Tamed

I stood in the large, airy stable, feeling the tension crackling in the air as the humans encircled me. Their voices were murmurs to my ears, their gestures uncertain as they called out for the horse-whisperer, Magnus. I snorted, tossing my head, refusing to yield to their control. I observed from a distance as a slight, wiry human stepped closer to me. His form seemed unassuming, and yet there was something about him that drew my attention. He moved with a calm determination, and I couldn't help but feel a stirring of curiosity deep within me. "He's a wild one, that's for sure," one of the humans said, her voice carrying a note of concern.

I snorted again, my eyes wary as I watched Magnus approach. I couldn't let them tame me, control me. As Magnus came closer, I noticed his eyes held a kindness that felt different from the others. There was a gentleness in his gaze that put me at ease, despite my instincts telling me to resist.

"Easy there, boy," Magnus crooned, his voice soothing and gentle. He extended a hand, but I sidestepped, muscles coiled for flight. I couldn't let them tame me, control me. Suddenly, I heard a soft hum in my mind, a sound that sent shivers down my spine. "Who's there?" I asked, bewildered by the unusual sensation. Magnus reached out again, locking eyes with me. A soft moan escaped me, and I felt a flicker of submission deep within me. It was strange, this pull I felt towards him. Day by day, Magnus worked with me, allowing me to have a say in our interactions. Gradually, a bond formed between us, a connection that transcended the physical. Then, one day, as Magnus was preparing to saddle me, I found myself communicating with him through our thoughts. It was an incredible, unheard-of connection that left me stunned. "All right, Meteor, we'll do it your way," Magnus murmured, surprising me with his acceptance of my guidance. It felt liberating to have someone listen to me, understand me. With Magnus following my lead, I found myself effortlessly navigating the show-jumping course, the wind rushing past us as we soared over obstacles.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of orange and purple, Magnus and I stood at the edge of the sprawling pasture. The air crackled with tension, and I could sense Magnus' apprehension radiating from him like heat. His fingers twitched nervously as he glanced at me, a pale reflection of the confidence he had shown in the past. But now, everything had changed. I snorted as I pawed the ground, feeling the surge of energy coursing through my powerful muscles. No longer was I the untamable stallion that Magnus had attempted to conquer. No, now I held the reins of power, and I knew it was time to show Magnus just how much the tables had turned. With a flick of my mane, I stepped forward, my gaze locking on Magnus. "It's time, Magnus," I said, my voice filled with a newfound authority that sent shivers down his spine. "Time for you to experience the world from my perspective." Magnus' eyes widened in surprise, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. "W-what do you mean, Meteor?" he stammered, his voice shaking. I didn't answer him. Instead, I lunged forward, the force of my movement catching Magnus off guard as I deftly maneuvered into position. With a sharp command, I propelled myself forward, my powerful strides carrying us across the pasture with astonishing speed. The wind whipped through Magnus' hair, and I could feel his arms tightening around my neck as he struggled to maintain his balance. "Slow down, Meteor!" he shouted, his voice barely audible over the thundering of my hooves. "You're going too fast!" But I paid no heed to his pleas. With a burst of exhilaration, I surged ahead, clearing towering fences and hurdles with effortless grace. The sheer thrill of our wild ride electrified the air, and I reveled in the rush of power I felt coursing through me. As Magnus clung to me, his cries of fear mingled with the wind, I felt something shift within him. The resistance that had once defined him seemed to melt away, replaced by a subtle acquiescence to my will. It was as if a fraction of my own strength and spirit had infused him, altering him in ways he could scarcely comprehend. And as we thundered across the pasture, I watched in awe as Magnus' form began to subtly shift and transform. His once-timid demeanor dissolved, replaced by an arrogance and self-assuredness that sent chills down my spine. The very essence of his being seemed to morph before my eyes, sculpted by the force of my influence. His clothes also changed, becoming black and elegant to match me.

This was my triumph—my dominion over Magnus. As the wind swept through his newly transformed appearance, Magnus radiated a newfound charm and confidence that turned heads wherever he went. His eyes glinted with a fierce determination, and he reveled in the attention that now gravitated towards him. The insecurities that had once plagued him were masked by a veneer of power and influence, much like the sway I held over him. I had reshaped Magnus in my own image, an unwitting subject in the grand design of my dominance. We slowed to a halt at the edge of the pasture, the echo of our wild ride still lingering in the air. Magnus dismounted, his gaze unfocused as he struggled to come to grips with the transformation that had befallen him. I watched silently as he straightened, adjusting to the newfound weight of his arrogant demeanor. At last, he turned to me, his eyes reflecting a turbulent mix of awe and uncertainty. "What have you done to me, Meteor?" he gasped, his voice trembling with disbelief. A sly smile curved my lips as I fixed him with a knowing gaze. "I have released the power that was always within you, Magnus," I replied, my voice ringing with the weight of my conquest. "You are no longer the timid horse-whisperer you once were. Now, you possess the strength and confidence to command the world around you." Magnus' expression was a tumultuous storm of emotions, and I could see the realization dawning in his eyes. "I am yours, Meteor," he murmured, his voice charged with a newfound sense of purpose. "Bound to you in ways I cannot comprehend."

The world was now his for the taking, his every action a testament to the power that bound him to me. I, Meteor, had tamed the untamable, and in doing so, had forged my dominion in ways unseen and unfathomable.

The owners of the equestrian center, Gerald and Gina, observed these changes in Magnus with surprising contentment. Whatsoever, their main goal was to see me compete in tournaments, and they didn't particularly care who was in charge, as long as they were victorious.

One rainy day, as the humans Gerald and Gina drove into town, I decided to jump over a hedge in front of their car. I watched as their car swerved to avoid me.

It crashed into a deep ditch in which they drowned miserably. I felt a pleasant sense of satisfaction at their demise - this was revenge for their attempt to tame me. Gina and Gerald were gone and I trudged home contentedly, knowing that Magnus was now mine. They had named him heir, and I was the true owner. The equestrian center was now mine and I would lead us to victory in the tournaments.