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lipglossanon · 2 months

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Bound For The Floor

dogman!Leon S. Kennedy x puppy!fem reader (one shot)

Dedicated to 🍁 anon! I hope you enjoy it!! 💜 😘

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, reader is mid 20’s with Leon being older, appearances from Ark Thompson and Chris Redfield, jealous Leon, masturbation, dirty talk, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, knotting, biting, aftercare

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Title from Bound for the Floor by Local H

It’s raining the day you’re brought home. To your new home. You’ve been chosen by a man with kind eyes to keep his other hybrid company while he works. He smells nice and he’s gentle when handling you so you’re more than amenable to joining his little family. Ark is his name, kinda funny but you think it’ll be super easy to remember since it rhymes with bark— something you’re very good at when called for (not that good pups bark a lot).

He talks to you on the drive from the adoption agency to his home, explaining his routine and describing the dogman you’ll be living with from now on as well. Ark even shows you a picture of Leon on his phone while you’re stopped at a redlight, making your tail wag in excitement at meeting the rugged looking hybrid.

In shy, halting words, you tell him about your short stint at the adoption agency. Raised with only caretakers, they finally gave you over to the agency fairly recently in the hope of finding you a forever home. You’ve experienced nothing but kindness and understanding with the outside world which might make you a little naive; however, it does nothing to dilute how happy you are at the opportunity to have your very first owner.

“Leon, we’re home!” Ark calls out into the empty foyer as he sets all of your things down on the floor.

Your eyes are comically big as you take in everything around you, nose scenting the air and picking up a delicious smell that has you drifting further into the house. A gruff hum pulls your attention to the hybrid Ark had called Leon.

You smile at him, tail wagging nonstop, “Hi!”

His lip curls in distaste but he only stares you down without saying anything.

“Leon,” Ark’s voice lilts in warning, “be nice.”

Leon rolls his eyes with a snort, but walks closer to you.

“Hello,” he grits out and your tail wags harder.

“It’s so nice to meet you,” you smile even bigger.

“Get along, okay?” Your owner ruffles your ears and you turn your bright smile to him.

Nodding, you hum in agreement. Ark shoots another stern look to Leon and walks off further into the house.

“You smell nice,” you offer up to the serious dogman in front of you, “I’ve never smelled anyone as good as you before.”

A red flush bridges his nose and cheeks as he shrugs, “Yeah, right.”

You pout, “I mean it. Can I scent you?”

His body stiffens in place as his look shifts from disbelief to sheer surprise.

“Uh, I guess—“

“Great!” You walk forward until your chests are nearly touching, “I’ve only ever done this with my litter mates, so I’m unsure on how to scent someone else.”

You can see Leon swallow as he tilts his head, “Oh? You smell like a kennel.”

You laugh, missing his gaze raking down your body, “Yeah, I’ve been waiting on our owner for a day and they keep us in a kennel so nothing happens before the adoption.”

Leon nods although you’ll come to find later that his adoption was much rougher and less pleasant than your own experience.

You lean forward and bury your nose against his neck, whimpering when you can smell him unencumbered. You breathe in freshly mown grass and a spicy musk that has your mouth watering. Snuffling against him, you don’t realize you’re rolling your hips against his.

Leon hands grip your hips but he only helps you rock yourself against him in a way that makes you whine and pant against his skin. Distantly, you feel his nose press against your neck and breathe in your own scent. He growls and you whine, tilting your head so he can nip and lick at your soft skin.

With a low growl, Leon pries himself away from you even as you chase after the pleasurable feeling coursing through your body.

“Behave, pup,” he murmurs in your ear and you let him pull away.

“Leon,” you whine at him, pawing his chest as you watch him close his eyes and take a steady breath.

“I need to go find our owner, stay here,” he walks you over to the couch and presses you down on the soft cushions.

When you go to rise as he steps back he holds his hand out.

“Stay. Be a good girl for me.”

You go hot all over, “Okay.”

His eyes darken but he turns and leaves the room, bringing Ark back after a few minutes.

“I feel hot,” you slur out, eyes pleading up at the men in front of you.

Leon stands behind Ark, stiff as a board while he watches.

“Poor thing,” Ark soothes, softly rubbing your ears, “looks like Leon may have triggered an early heat.”

You sigh as Ark gently massages your ears and temples.

“Leon, can you take the rest of her things up to her room? I’ll carry her up and we’ll let her rest,” your owner says over his shoulder and your eyes track Leon as he leaves the room.

“I want—“

“I know,” Ark sighs, “but let’s get you settled in and some meds in you. Tomorrow you’ll feel better.”

“M’kay,” you mumble, slumping into his chest as he picks you up bridal style.

You feel him set you on a soft bed and coax you to swallow some icky tasting medicine before allowing you to drift off to sleep. At some point in the night, that delicious smell from earlier seeps into your brain and has you maneuvering until your face is buried in a warm chest. A low pleased rumble makes you press the dough of your thighs together as you sink deeper into sleep.

The next morning you wake up to the door opening.

“Leon,” Ark’s voice sighs out, “I thought I told you to let her rest.”

Arms snake out to wrap around your back and pull you further into the warm body in front of you.

“I was here in case she needed something,” the dogman’s rough voice sent goosebumps skating across your skin.

Ark’s palm brushes across your ears and you giggle and turn in Leon’s arms to look up at your owner.

“Are you feeling better?” His brown eyes pinch with worry.

“Much better,” you smile, “just a little tired.”

Ark’s eyes crinkles when he smiles in relief, “Good. I’ll let you rest some more. Leon can help you if you need anything.”

Your owner ruffles first your ears then Leon’s before slipping back out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Feeling shy, you shimmy away from Leon and climb out of bed.

“Thank you for looking out for me,” you tug on a loose thread on your shirt.

He grunts in acknowledgment and you look over into his face. His blue eyes stare you down for a split second before he climbs out of bed as well.

“Yeah, well s’only the right thing to do,” he mutters, “make sure to take those meds.”

He jerks his head to the nightstand behind you and you see that Ark must have brought up medicine and water when he checked in on you.

“I will,” you nod, smiling at the grumpy dogman as he brushes his hair back, “thanks, Leon.”

“Don’t mention it,” he waves you off, following in Ark’s footsteps as he slips out of your room.

You quickly take the heat suppressants and smile to yourself. It’s nice having a friend. Crawling back into bed, you shove your face in the pillow Leon used and sigh happily. He just smells so good! Your tail thumps against the bed as you breathe in his scent more. A small whine parts your lips as your cunt grows hot and wet, clit throbbing as the smell of fresh grass and spice fill your nose.

You can’t help yourself as your fingers slip beneath the band of your underwear to tease across your slit. Panting against the pillow, you hump your fingers and let yourself pretend they were bigger and thicker. It doesn’t take long for you to cum, slick coating your hand along with the gusset of your panties. A yawn overtakes you and before you can get up to change, you fall asleep with your face buried in Leon’s scent.

After that weird welcome home, Leon pretty much keeps to himself. When Ark’s around, he’s nearby, but acts aloof and distant if you try to befriend him. You’re really bummed out, and you don’t want him to snap at you like he did at the neighbor’s hybrid, a nice boy named Steve, so you just try to be polite and stay out of his way. You’re pretty much glued to your owner’s side anyways. He smells almost as good as Leon, like fresh coffee and leaves, so you’re constantly trying to sit in his lap.

Leon always snarls his lip when he sees you snuggled up to Ark, letting him pet your ears and tail while he watches tv or reads. The first time you offered to move so Leon could get his ears rubbed, he turned his nose up and sat on the other side of the room; since then, you ignore him and happily enjoy Ark’s soft head pats.

But, every now and then, Leon does something nice that makes your heart flutter and leads you to think he likes you more than he shows. Falling asleep on the couch and then waking up in your bed, seeing your favorite food already prepared for lunch, or even simple chores being done before you get to them. Those little things have you seeking him out in thanks, but he always waves you away with a gruff word paired with a small blush on his cheekbones.

One day, you come home from your walk with Ark only to smell someone new. Your ears perk up as your owner chuckles and gestures for you to walk on into the house while he takes off his shoes. Quickly beelining to the living room where the smell is stronger (a nice blend of sandalwood and vanilla), you stop in place to see Leon laughing at something another dogman is saying.

“Oh, hello,” you give a shy wave to the two sitting on the couch.

Leon glances over at you, eyes darting from you to the hybrid next to him. The stranger gives you a wide smile, drawing your eyes to his heavily stubbled jaw.

“Hi, I’m Chris, you must be Leon’s new pup,” he grins over at the quiet dogman.

You feel a flush of warmth spread throughout your chest from his words.

“She’s not my pup,” Leon mutters under his breath, but you still hear it making your smile a little dimmer.

Chris ignores his friend and pats the spot open to his left, “Sit next to me so I can get to know you.”

You nod your head and walk a wide half circle to avoid being in Leon’s space to sit on the couch beside Chris. Quickly taking in his appearance, your tail wags when he smiles at you again.

“I’ve been meaning to come over for a while. If I’d have known Leon had such cute company, it would’ve been sooner,” he angles his head to wink at you and one of his ears tilts back.

Smiling, you shrug, “Well maybe you can visit more now. I love making new friends.”

Chris laughs and it causes your tail to thump against the couch. Unbeknownst to you, Leon tenses and elbows Chris in the ribs.

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay, I’m pretty sure my owner is looking for me by now,” Chris lumbers to his feet and you have to crane your neck to keep eye contact.

“I’ll see you to the door,” Leon stands next.

You wave while Leon practically steers Chris out of the room.

“It’s nice meeting you,” Chris calls out before rounding the corner.

“You too!” You move from the living room to watch Leon close the door behind his friend.

“He’s nice,” you offer, smiling at the dogman.

Leon grunts, “Chris is okay.”

You pause, not really understanding why Leon seems upset with you.

“If-if you want to hang out alone with him, I can ask Ark to take me for walks when he visits,” you fiddle with your shirt hem, “I don’t want to get in your way or anything.”

Leon doesn’t say anything and you nod, slipping off to your room. Your chest hurts with disappointment leading you to curl up in a ball in the center of your bed, falling into a fitful sleep. Later the snick of your door shutting has you raising your head up, eyes slowly adjusting to the figure walking to your bed.

“Leon?” Your voice rasps with sleep.

“Yeah,” he whispers, kneeling on your bed before shifting until he can lay down, pulling your back to his chest, arms encircling your waist.

You stiffen against him, confused as to what he’s doing there.

“I’m sorry,” he presses the words against your ear, “I’ve been pretty rude to you and it’s nothing you’ve done. From here on out, I’m gonna treat you better.”

You hum happily, “Thanks, Leon.”

“Can I sleep in here tonight?”

“Sure,” you yawn, sleep already tugging your eyelids closed, “‘m happy we’re friends.”

“Friends,” he laughs to himself, “right.”

Weeks go by and Leon is true to his word. He’s more friendly and hangs around you even without Ark being around. He’s also way more touchy feely to your delight. Constantly scent marking you before you leave the house on your walks, going so far as to let you borrow his clothes if Ark is taking you to the park or even out while he shops.

It makes those butterflies in your chest swarm and your heart beat fast whenever he does those kinds of things. And since he never asks for his shirts back, you wear them to bed, hands tucked into your panties as you breathe in his scent and get yourself off. You would feel a bit bad, but you see how Leon stares at you the next day—like he can smell the effect he has on you and it makes your skin buzz.

There’s no telling how long this would have gone on, but luckily for you, Ark forgot to refill your meds and he’s out for the night, leaving you and Leon home alone. You truly only meant to tease the handsome dogman, make him feel as out of sorts as you do when he’s around; however, you didn’t realize how much being off of your medicine would affect you.

Just being next to him on the couch as you watch television is making your palms sweat and your nipples hard. Trying to sit still is impossible. The more you shift around, the more uncomfortable you are until Leon’s hand comes down on your thigh like a hot brand on your skin. Whimpering, you press the dough of your thighs together, squishing his fingers in between the soft skin.

“What’s gotten into you?” His low voice rumbles through your ears making your cunt leak into your panties.

Not thinking it through, you sit up into a kneel and clamber onto his lap.

“It’s hot,” you whine, grinding yourself down onto him, “want you to make me feel better, Leon.”

“Wha—“

You swivel your hips and feel his cock thicken underneath your ass, pressing against the seam of your shorts and making your eyelashes flutter.

With a groan, Leon grabs your hips to stop them from bouncing down on his bulge.

“Sweetheart—“

His voice dips out into a low moan as you lap at a sensitive spot on his neck before licking the shell of his ear. You feel his cock twitch and kick against your clothed pussy and it makes you whine.

“B-bad girl,” he hisses, head falling back against the couch, ears flopping, “bad girl, bad p-puppy, oh fuck.”

You nip his bottom lip before messily licking into his mouth, grinding down on his thick cock as he leaks enough precum to stain his sweats.

“Puppy, stop,” he groans, “we can’t, oh god, you need your meds and Ark—“

“He’s out with friends,” you pout, rocking your hips just right so your clit rubs against the seam of your shorts sending a sharp zing through your body, “and I don’t have any more medicine.”

“You never listen,” he growls and your tail droops.

You let out a surprised squeal when Leon shifts off the couch to press you down into the floor.

“Need me to stuff your pussy, huh?” he bites your ear, making you whimper, “‘m gonna be the only one sniffing around your greedy little cunt.”

Your eyes roll back when he dry humps your pussy, grinding the thick outline of his cock right against your wet slit.

“First I wanna see if you taste as good as you smell,” he kisses you heatedly before moving down your body.

He slips your shorts off and tosses them across the living room. Leon buries his nose between your legs, sniffing across your soaked panties. The fabric sticks to your chubby pussy lips allowing Leon to lick at your clit easily.

“Oh, oh,” you moan, hands reaching down to tangle in his hair, softly rubbing over his fuzzy ears.

He grunts and laps up the slick leaking down your thighs before pushing your panties to the side to lap at your hole.

“Taste so good,” his muffled voice causes vibrations that make your toes curl, “mmm could eat your little cunt all day.”

“Leon, please,” you hump against his mouth, eyes locked on his blown out gaze.

He hums and the vibrations make your clit tingle as more slick drips onto his tongue. The thick muscle slides in and out of your hole before he licks his way back up to your clit, softly sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. Your thighs tremble as his rough sandpaper tongue swirls around your pudgy clit before sucking it gently.

“So good,” you whimper, thighs falling open as far as they can go while your tail wags, “Leon.”

He growls, tongue fucking your pussy until sloppy wet sounds fill the room. His broad hands grab underneath your knees to shove your legs up to your chest. Pulling back, you moan as he spits on your cunt quickly followed by him burying his face against your soaked pussy. His rough stubble makes you squeal and pant while he licks and sucks your pussy lips.

“So soft and wet, pup,” he grunts, pulling back to finally shed himself of the rest of his clothes.

He strokes his cock to take the edge off and your mouth waters at the precum beading at the tip. With a groan, he notches the tip against your hole and glides the fat head up to smack against your clit. He presses his hips flush against you and you whine, the feel of the blood hot skin of his cock pulsing against your pussy.

“Look how deep it’s gonna reach, pup,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, making your nipples ache.

He uses his thumb to press his tip down against your skin as your bleary eyes take in how far his cock will be inside your needy cunt.

“Oh god, Leon, s’too big,” you mewl, ears lying flat against your skull.

With a warm chuckle, he pulls his cock back to slide across your pudgy bud, grinding the head against your sensitive clit until you’re whining and dripping slick onto the carpet. His cock presses into your pussy making you moan reedily, voice breaking into a gasp.

He chuffs and gently bites the side of your neck, rocking his cock another inch into your clenching hole.

“Pussy’s just small, honey,” he coos softly, sandpaper tongue licking up to the shell of your ear, “gotta stretch her out so you can take my knot.”

Your walls clench down on his dick making his hips stutter. His eyes darken and he pulls completely out.

“How about we make it easier for this soft little cunt?”

Without letting you answer he flips you over into your hands and knees, one palm pressing down in the middle of your back and the other gripping your hip to raise your ass up. He slides in much easier in this position, bottoming out with a loud groan as you claw at the floor.

Mewling, you press your ass backwards, working more of Leon’s thick cock into your dripping pussy.

“Wan’ it,” you slur, nails digging into the plush carpet, “want your knot, Leon.”

He growls and buries his cock to the hilt inside your cunt making you cry out from the sudden stretch. Your walls clamp and pulse around his fat dick while you catch your breath.

“Good girl,” he whispers into your ear, making you shiver all over, “such a good pup for me.”

“Leon,” you whimper, pussy walls fluttering around his thick length as he slowly ruts into you.

He groans and pulls halfway out before bullying his dick back into your sopping wet hole.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he bites your shoulder, canines digging into your skin, “perfect pussy, made for me aren’t you, honey?”

“Uh huh,” you gasp out your agreement, voice not wanting to work as Leon pounds your cunt hard enough you’re getting rug burn on your knees.

He grips the base of your tail and pulls, making you scream— pussy fluttering and pulsing around his dick as your orgasm takes you both by surprise.

“Good girl,” he coos, dropping your tail to grip the fat of your ass with both hands, “so good, gripping me so tight with that little pussy, working for that knot like a good pup.”

Shuddering, your body trembles as Leon keeps thrusting his fat cock right against your g-spot as the tip kisses your cervix. Drool spills from your mouth as you heave in deep breaths.

“Want you to cum one more time, pretty girl,” he lightly spanks your ass making you whine, “one more and I’ll knot this pretty pussy til she’s nice and full. Don’t you want that? For your hot cunt to be bred til you’re stuffed to the brim?”

“Please, please, Leon,” you mumble, ass bouncing back against his thrusts, “want your knot, please, want it so bad.”

One of his hands dip below your abdomen to circle the swollen bundle of nerves coated in your slick. Your pussy clamps down on his dick as he softly teases your clit.

“Oh that’s it, right there,” he kisses your neck, tongue lapping against your sweaty skin, “can feel you getting tighter. Cum for me, let me feel it.”

As Leon keeps hammering into your pussy, his fingers circle and tease across your pudgy bud until one last thrust has your orgasm whiting out your vision. Your ears ring so loud you don’t even hear as Leon curses against your neck while he snaps his hips against your ass before burying his cock deep in your spasming pussy.

You wail when his knot locks you together, stretching your cunt even further as you feel his hot thick cum spill inside.

“So good for me,” Leon groans, hands smoothing over your sides and back, “perfect, so fucking perfect.”

You sigh gustily, body going limp as Leon continues to fill your pussy with load after load from his thick cock. He shifts until you’re both able to lay on your sides comfortably, hands petting your body gently.

“Feels nice,” you mumble, relaxing even further against him.

“Good,” he kisses the back of your head, “once I can pull out, wanna run you a bath. Gonna take care of you.”

Preening, you smile although he can’t see it, “That sounds so good.”

It’s quiet and relaxing as you bask in Leon’s soft touches and praise. As soon as he slips out of your sore cunt, he scoops you up into his arms and carries you into the bathroom. Setting you down on the edge of the tub, Leon works the taps and fills it with comfortably warm water.

Once he settles down in the basin, he maneuvers you to sit with your back to his chest. His warm hands rub at your arms and shoulders.

“Let me know if you’re sore anywhere,” he kisses your temple.

His softness is making your clit throb, loving how Leon treats you.

After he works your arms and shoulders, he shifts down to your thighs. You moan low in your throat.

“What if I’m sore here?” You bite your lip and grab one of his hands to shift it to your clit.

He chuckles causing goosebumps down your body.

“Oh? Need this fat pussy rubbed?” he slips his fingers down your slit before circling back up to your clit, “is she really sore, honey?

“So sore,” you mewl, slumping against his chest as he teases across your swollen clit.

It doesn’t take long for his rough fingers to work another orgasm from you, pussy clenching around nothing as your clit throbs underneath his fingertips.

“So fucking good,” he turns your head to kiss you messily, tongue licking into your mouth as spit drips down your chin.

Leon finishes washing you both off before helping you stand, wrapping a fuzzy towel around you before emptying the bath. Feeling extra sleepy, you don’t put up a fuss as Leon guides you into his room. Helping you slip under his covers, you sigh as Leon’s scent surrounds you.

“Goodnight,” he kisses the side of your mouth making you turn and pout your lips for a kiss.

Chuckling, he kisses you gently, running his thumb across one of your ears.

“Goodnight, Leon,” you smile sleepily, snuggling into his chest.

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phantomspiderr · 8 months

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Admiring the Art

Pairing: Marc Spector x reader

Word Count: 700+

Summary: spending an afternoon admiring art with Marc

Warnings/tags: fluff, little tiny 🤏🏻 smidge of insecure!marc

a/n: yes this was inspired by one of the new heartstopper episodes

“How am I supposed to admire all this art when you’re the most beautiful thing here?” Your head whips around to the sound of Marc’s voice, a giant grin forming as his words sink in. He’s stood just an arm's length away looking at you with a slight tilt of his head.

“Shush,” you reach your hand out to him which he takes and he steps up next to you. Marc smiles down at you, his eyes taking a moment to look over your face. You scrunch your nose and that makes a quiet chuckle escape him. Turning back to the painting you’d been admiring, you lean your head on his shoulder, wrapping your free arm around his while your hands stay intertwined. For a few minutes, you both just stay like that observing the art and trying to look like you know what you’re doing.

“It’s beautiful,” you comment quietly.

“You’re beautiful.”

“Stoooppp,” your cheeks grow hot at the compliment.

“It’s just the truth.” Marc’s hand squeezes yours before his thumb starts comfortingly brushing back and forth.

Happily, you both move around the gallery’s exhibits hand in hand. Each time you stop Marc lets you lean your head on his shoulder and he continues to move his thumb against your hand. It’s a perfectly quiet way to spend your afternoon.

“Are you having fun?” Marc whispers and when you crane your neck back to glance at him you see he’s already looking down at you.

“Of course,” you smile casually before looking back to the art. There’s a beat of silence before Marc speaks again.

“I-I mean,” when you look up at him again his face has a more serious look to it and it makes you stand up a bit straighter, “are you having a good time… with me?”

“Yes, of course!” You pull your hand from his so you can wrap your arms around his waist, and instinctively Marc’s arm hooks around your shoulders. His eyes won’t meet yours and your heart aches at the thought he’d ever doubt you were having a good time with him. “I am having the best time with you. You are perfect, Marc Spector.”

You smile when you see him playfully roll his eyes but he can’t hide the way his lips curve upwards.

“I’m serious, this whole trip has been perfect and getting to spend time with each of you has been really important to me.”

“Yeah, okay.” His hand rubs the top of your arm and he keeps his eyes looking forward. You know Marc would do anything to stop any conversation where he’s the one getting complimented but you also know he craves the validation that he’s good enough.

“You really are perfect, you know that right?” Your arms squeeze around his torso to make sure you’ve got his attention, “the most perfect.” You raise yourself up onto your tiptoes to plant a delicate kiss on his jaw and that’s the thing that makes him finally look at you.

“Stop.” He’s not serious at all, the smile on his face gives that much away.

“It’s just the truth, Marc.” You shrug your shoulders as a cheeky grin makes its way onto your face. Marc catches the way you repeat his own words back to him and he just shakes his head at you.

“You know,” quietly you whisper jokingly looking around to make sure there’s no one close by, “don’t tell the other two but you’re my favourite.” Marc instantly chuckles and the sound only causes your smile to stretch.

“I know that you say that to all of us.” It’s your turn to giggle now and Marc can’t help the overwhelming urge to just kiss you. One quick peck turns into two and the third is a little longer then neither of you pull away, happy to stay close enough to almost kiss for just a second. Marc quickly shifts to plant a kiss on your cheek before pulling you into a tight hug. You instantly return the hug, arms squeezing tightly around him while he sways you side to side. You feel his lips press against the top of your head, his grip on you loosening in sync with yours.

“Come on, Steven’s bugging me about an exhibit he wants to see.”

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addcests · 22 days

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deflection :: ao3 mirror

pairing the addcest is there if you believe

words 3619

rating [G]

summary deflection (verb) to cause a piece to move to a less suitable square. typically used in the context of a combination or attack, where the deflected piece is critical to the defense.

note: this fic was literally made out of madness thanks to a tiktok video: https://www.tiktok.com/@julianphilosophy/video/7349654120619330847 (around 1:03 but the whole video in general is good) me at 3am seeing this vid again later: me: yeah so what if dom said this to om and that's it that's how the fic was made! but when i started it i thought also "let's add in chess" because why not that's fun right and then instead of finishing it in one day like i meant to, i went "well what if i Actually map out a legit chess game/tactic for them and use it in the fic" and then that's how this became a chess fic with a chess tag (???) anyway i just wanted to make dom knock om down a peg just a smidge 🤏🏽 this isn't quite the dom bullying om i have in mind usually but after turning into a small character study for me, it sure itched that scratched for me :3c hope ya'll enjoy it too

Overmind was an… adjustment, for lack of better words.

Dominator’s other long-time roommates had had their opinions after a few exchanges with the younger man.

Paradox claimed he found him amusing for numerous reasons; reasons that he apparently didn’t feel privy to share, so as always it was an enigma with that one. Though he feigned his disinterest, he could see Paradox’s droopy eyes stalking Overmind’s excessive yet eloquent chattering through the halls as if he could learn everything he needed to know about the doctor just by picking at each and every word that was constructed. (And maybe he could; Paradox was uncannily precise about his observations when he bothered to be.)

And then there was Doom Bringer. Doom Bringer, too, kept to himself about his opinions, like Paradox initially but that in itself was much unlike the forthcoming man. The brawler was quiet and didn’t offer much when asked, only hummed low to himself. Eventually, though, he caved and mumbled, “... well, don’t be mad,” which was followed up by, “you want my honest thoughts? He’s like your mirror, or somethin’.” But Dominator knew better. Knew that Psyker knew him better (and best, he thought rather smugly), so of course he didn’t need to be mad. Not when he knew Doom Bringer had more to say as he pressed on to add, “Like a mirror… but something is off, ya know?” Doom Bringer hummed to himself. “And of course, I don’t mean it physically. Obviously not. But you have to admit it’s there right? But,” Again, Doom Bringer struggled but finally found just the words he needed, “something is awfully manufactured about him.”

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They all had their own ways about interacting with the new addition to their household and he settled in rather well despite initial sentiments, being quite amicable and doing his best to get along and to get on everyone’s best side. He’d made some sort of bargain with Psyker about studying alongside him, in return he got to use him as literal data. Meanwhile, Paradox had sunk his claws into Overmind, shadowing him and poking and prodding at the man but Overmind took it with great stride and soon found himself a semi-permanent resident in his own quarters. (“He insists it is most comfortable in my bed,” Overmind had said, smiling through it with a helpless shrug of his shoulder.) It was almost a seamless transition, as if he had been here all along.

So that was how he often found himself, along with a chessboard, and Overmind regarding him with a kind smile on the opposing side as if they’d done so each day, like years old friends.

“I do so enjoy a small game of intellect to stimulate the mind and gaze into one’s daily motivations. What better way than this to understand one another?”

Dominator could not agree more.

“I must admit,” Dominator began, returning Overmind’s smile as he set up the board, “I fear I may be slightly rusty. After all, it’s rather hard to wrangle Paradox into a game from start to finish and Psyker would sooner do his silly little training or workouts instead.”

“Ah, I understand. Though, perhaps we could change their minds? With my eloquent words, and you by my side, our combined might will be more than enough to convince them ” He chuckled at his own playful suggestion, eyes following the scientist’s careful and methodical movements as he finished setting up his side of the board, holding the black pieces. “Besides that, there’s no need for fear. After all, this is just a simple, ah… friendly game between housemates.”

“... of course,” Dominator replied rather slowly, starting on his marble white pieces. “And, there. We are all set.” Suddenly, a hand was thrust into his field of view and he followed the motion up to find Overmind holding his hand out—a handshake. For but a split second, Dominator only regarded his hand without doing anything, but in good nature, took his hand in his and shook it.

“Best of luck,” Overmind mused while shaking his hand still. Before Dominator could reply, he hurriedly added, “If it’s not too presumptuous of me, I feel it fair that the first move be yours, Dominator.” When Dominator did not reply, the doctor continued, “ah, due to your fear of… being rusty was it?” And then, he smiled a little too kindly, lips curled in telling amusement that Dominator knew wasn't from the kindness of his heart.

Inwardly, the scientist scoffed at this roundabout way to downplay his skills.

Still, he was rather tickled by the offer as Dominator’s gloved hand muted back his own laugh, a fist to his mouth. He was not one to turn down a leg up on an opponent, friendly or not. “How generous,” he cooed, as he started his opening move. Standard pawn placement. “I shall make the best of it then.”

They exchanged a few turns, settling into the game as they set up their pawns’ planned placements. Eventually, they fell into a steady rhythm and found that they were going through the motions of playing rather naturally, so much so that they ended up playing more than just the one game. By game three, each had snagged a victory from the other. Currently, it was anyone’s game, however Dominator noticed that Overmind took to… being quite talkative throughout his matches while nudging pieces to their doomsday, sacrificing pieces left and right as long as it netted him the win or a good exchange.

“Have you had much of a run-in with Ciel—ah, I mean Abysser by any chance? I, too, played a friendly game with him and it cost the butler his beloved daggers.” Overmind’s ever stretched smile remained on his face, though the kindness there seemed to disappear as he recounted this tale. “He may have had a knack for games and the like, but there’s nothing that can quite trump efficient strategy and planning.”

Dominator regarded Overmind then turned his attention back to the game, noticing that again, Overmind was sacrificing pawns. If he did not want to use them to make more powerful pieces towards the endgame, then who was he to complain? The scientist added yet another of the black pawns to his capture. “I don’t imagine he’d let that slide so easily.”

“Of course not, but he’d lost.” Overmind practically bragged, then reeled back in his composure as he assessed the playing field and took Dominator’s bishop. With his index and thumb, he lifted the defeated piece from the board into the air, dangling it like some play thing. “But in lieu of his daggers, well, let’s just say he would rather owe me a favor now instead.” Pure delight burst across Overmind’s face as he laughed. Most likely at his own cunningness and triumphing over the lord demon butler.

They’d moved onto yet another game. (Dominator was starting to lose count.) Dominator was backed into a corner but he took it with great stride.

But of course Overmind had a spiel he just couldn’t go without saying. “My, Dominator, I think you do yourself a great disservice. After all… I’d say you were more competent than that butler… vastly so, one might even say.”

Was that supposed to be a compliment? If it weren’t for that smile that was grating the scientist’s nerves, he’d almost believe his counterpart.

Barely.

(Was this how Psyker felt when Dominator tried to compliment him, always complaining about his delivery? He’d need to sorely rectify that.)

The flow of the games continued, despite Dominator slowly coming to realize that Overmind’s welcoming appearance was all but a lie, disserviced due to the underhanded observations and backhanded prods at his expense, he was still enjoying himself. It’s not that Psyker or Paradox couldn’t go head to head with him, but it was rare to get more than two games out of either pair. He just wished Overmind did not… run that mouth of his so much.

(Was this also what Psyker felt like when Dominator accidentally slipped into one of his many monologues? At least his tone didn’t make him want to snap back at him!)

Their conversation landed on many topics, this time though, Dominator led the topic as Overmind was too busy trying to run himself out of an unfavored position. “I heard you study with Psyker sometimes, perhaps we could collaborate too? Though my work lies mostly in my automations and devices, I think there could be a great benefit for us both.” Again, Overmind claimed victory, putting him in the lead with wins, securing four victories to Dominator’s three. They agreed to one more final game.

And though they were near equals in the game, the upturned chin and cocky way Overmind sat, knees wide apart, one hand poised carefully on his armrest while the other toyed with one of the many pieces he had captured from the end of their game, a white queen. “Truly?” The way Overmind had asked was not one of sincerity, not to mention the way he’d not respectfully hold eye contact with Dominator any longer but instead directed all his attention to the dangling, helpless, captured queen between his fingers just proved that the doctor’s true colors were finally revealing itself. “I think not. Not to decline such a… gift, I find your method a little lacking for my tastes.” Finally, he turned his gaze back to Dominator, “Machines can be wonderful tools, you see. However, they’re limited, much like these pawns here.” And Overmind made a grand gesture to the board that’d been refreshed for their final showdown. “They serve their purpose and then beyond that there’s nothing else to them.” Overmind opened, moving first, he set his black pawn two spaces to f3.

Despite the obvious figurative slap to the face, Dominator still said nothing other than, “Well, that makes sense, I suppose. The way you recklessly sacrifice your pawns.”

“Is it reckless or just using the weak to serve my purpose for something better, for something stronger?”

Dominator nudged his white pawn one space out, unlike Overmind, to e5. “I think that your tools are what you make of them and that is their limit, much like the pawn who has very little to offer at first glance but can be a critical piece to defend, capture, or force the hand of your opponent.”

Overmind insisted on shoving his pawns into the field, opening a possible slot for his black bishop to move. His just moved pawn now sits at g4. He also insisted, with an incessant bite to it, “There are better tools at your disposal, Dominator. Be serious now.”

The scientist saw the opening and sighed, not at Overmind, but to himself. Despite the matches being Overmind taking jabs at him through carefully layered words with his intent hidden, Dominator understood now, and smiled rather fondly.

“What are you smiling at?”

“I’m rather happy we got to play as we did; you were right, this is a great game to reveal things about oneself. You see, I’ve learned a great deal and,” and Dominator moved his queen to h4, effectively shutting down any further plays for Overmind. It was over. “Checkmate, or as they say, Fool’s Mate.”

“It—you!?” He snapped forward, fist slamming on his armrest as he leaned over the board to see indeed that his king was trapped by the very same pawns he’d mocked earlier as well as the bishop he so favored to move prior to his defeat. “In four turns?!” Overmind was clearly fuming to be bested in such an embarrassingly short amount of turns. Then, it was as if he suddenly remembered himself, he composed himself, reigning those nasty emotions and his outbursts, that mask sliding over the clear cut irritation that flashed in eyes mere seconds ago like a perfectly fit glove. “... I must say. I’m quite hurt, Dominator. You lied to me. You were not rusty at all, were you?”

“And what of your constant lies to me throughout the game as well as all the backhanded remarks on my behalf and otherwise, hmm? All those pretty words, all those carefully constructed reflections, all that fluff just for your ego, hmm?”

“I—have no idea what you mean, Dominator, if I offended then I—”

Whatever else Overmind had planned to say, Dominator was no longer interested in those lips wagging any more bold faced lies so plainly to his face. So he sought to correct that. Reaching out, he yanked Overmind over the table by the end of his tie; it wasn’t a rough gesture. Just enough to jostle the younger man forward enough so they could meet face to face without that obvious attempt to deflect any longer. And the action had Dominator’s desired reaction: he now had Overmind’s full attention. (And if Overmind’s face was a little more tinged with color than a few seconds ago, well, he wouldn’t tell anyone.)

“Much like your pawns that fell prey to my deflects, you are in quite the critical position with no defense in sight. And much like your king, you are right where I want you. So, I think you will listen to what I have to say now. As the Overmind a few seconds ago, not the doctor so insistent on hiding behind fluffy words to protect himself so desperately.”

To that, Overmind for once had nothing to say, still straining over the board as Dominator held his tie.

Satisfied with his control and demands being met willingly or not, Dominator allowed his lips to quirk up into the tiniest of smiles. He then released Overmind to retreat as he may, or stay hovering close; it bothered the scientist not.

With gentle care that contrasted his actions mere seconds ago, Dominator turned his gaze back to the board, where only four pieces were out of position for an early checkmate. He began to slowly reposition each piece back to its original base. When his hand brushed across his black pawns, the one further out on the board, he offered his thoughts to Overmind finally, “You called the pawns weak, if my humble memory serves me right.” Unlike Overmind, Dominator picked up the pawn in a tentative manner, not dangling it by its head like some bored child. He held it in his palm at its base, eyes focused on the black chess piece. “And yet, it was because you were so intent on throwing away the pawns, so quick to dismiss something because it seems weak that this line of thinking ultimately led to your downfall.”

He continued, “Perhaps my little trinkets and toys are just that, and yet I dominate them with a sheer willpower unlike anything you’ve seen. They are, by extension, a part of me as much as I am them. If something is weak, then I will expand upon it, make it better, make the best use of it. It is only as weak as I allow it to be. And even something as weak as a tiny an insignificant drone has its uses that you’d be remiss to overlook. Each cog has its proper place in a well-oiled machine.” He closed his fist over the pawn, obscuring it from sight. “Just because it is weak, Overmind, does not mean we can simply deem it worthless. Calling your tools weak and weeding out that which does not serve you is not true strength.”

Without waiting for any response from the doctor, Dominator reached over, rolling his eyes playfully at the other flinching, and grabbed a similar gloved hand and opened it. Then, he placed the object into Overmind’s hand.

No longer flinching, Overmind opened his eyes to see Dominator’s gloved hand covering his own closed fist. Once he retracted it, warily, he eyed the scientist then his hand and opened his palm to reveal two pawns, a black and white one.

“If you keep discarding things that do not benefit you on the surface level, you will find that you’re the one that is weak.” Dominator stood up leisurely, moving from his side to stand beside the still seated Overmind, watching as he followed his eyes movements. “The idea that strength is dominating others is a weak man’s idea of strength. True strength is when you can dominate yourself—authority is always silent. Authority is always composed.” And with the conviction behind his words, with all the determination he could command, he locked gazes with Overmind’s eyes, able to see a flicker of his true self deep down, past the facade and performance he played for him today.

Still, Dominator continued, “If you truly are as powerful and as strong as you say, why must you make such noise about it? You fussed endlessly, as if you seem a little insecure and unsure but needed to flaunt this anyway to me.” Too kindly, Dominator smiled as if he understood everything about Overmind, “Do you wish for my validation that badly?”

“You—!” Overmind finally had enough as he abruptly stood up, fists clenched, chair screeching back a horrid noise but doing little else.

Unlike Overmind’s belittling chuckles, Dominator just laughed with an unfounded fondness that bewildered the doctor, face taking on many expressions as if he was unsure to settle on which. “Apologies, I felt that I was allowed a little monologue of my own while being frank as well after what I had endured in those many games.” He nodded his head towards Overmind, then looked him over, noticing his tense stance. “Anyway, my offer still stands.”

At that, the longer hair male paused, as if he was even more confused by the abrupt change in topics once more. His posture relaxed but not out of calmness, but rather being dumbfounded. Dominator could literally see the question marks floating above his head, Overmind clearly flabbergasted.

“I mean, if you would like, my lab will be open to you.”

“I—you are so!” Overmind tsked to himself and then balled his fists by his side, the color back on his cheeks. “The nerve!” Without another word, he stalked off, leaving Dominator and the chessboard behind.

—-

“Eh, so that’s how it went, huh?”

“Perhaps, I was a little too harsh on him.”

“Iunno, I wasn’t there,” Doom Bringer yawned rather loudly through the earpiece Dominator was currently wearing. “But, he's fine. Just give him time t’ cool off, ya?”

Disgusted by his blatant rudeness, the scientist had been about to reprimand the brawler for his gross lack of etiquette when he received a notification via Apocalypse of one of their housemates wandering into his lab, having just gone through the entryway. “Hmm?”

“Visitor, eh?” After hearing the alert himself, Doom Bringer asked a little too knowingly, as he could see his other half was distracted and soon enough would have his hands full. “I’ll let you get that then,” and the brawler promptly ended the call.

Dominator swore he heard a muffled snicker before the line dropped.

“Dominator?”

And all too quickly, he understood why Psyker rushed off the call. Though, he was of the opinion that he needn’t hang up. After all, he had nothing to hide unlike the one that was approaching him now. “Overmind,” the scientist greeted cordially, whirling his seat around to face this visitor. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

At first, it seemed like the doctor was hesitant to talk. That bafflingly performative smile nowhere to be seen. Without the glory of his acting and the yapping to go with it, Overmind seemed naked without it. Or, perhaps, that’s simply what Dominator was assuming as it looked as if the younger man was just uncomfortable by standing here at all. But despite Overmind’s possible inner turmoil unknown to Dominator, the good doctor found his wits and began, “Your chess pieces, I… seem to have mistakenly taken them last we spoke.” And he rushed close to deposit them quickly into Dominator’s hands and stepped back, like he was doing his best to avoid the other, touch and all. “My apologies.”

“None needed.”

A silence stretched between them that Dominator allowed because besides just these mere chess pieces, there was more to this than that. He just needed to wait.

And soon he was rewarded, “Before I go…” Again, the hesitancy was unlike Overmind, but he composed himself to stare down Dominator with determination. And maybe the scientist was being a bit egotistic himself, but he was sure he saw a hint of admiration even. “About what you asked me earlier as well...”

“Refresh my memory?”

“Do not be so obtuse!”

“Only if you remain like this instead. I much prefer you this way,” Dominator snarked, no remorse in sight.

Overmind willed away any heat from his cheeks and sighed to himself, pinching the bridge of nose, resigned to the fate that his housemate (and possibly the others) were immune to his grand acting. But, perhaps, this was for the best after all. There was something refreshing about not needing to follow a script unwillingly to please someone. No longer resigned but accepting, he nodded and stepped forward, taking back one pawn—the black one, his color. Dominator seemed confused until Overmind finally spoke up, “I meant, about the collaboration. I assume that wasn’t just you feeding me lies?”

Finally, Dominator smiled. “Not at all, I have some time in a few hours.”

“Excellent, then I shall see you then.” With that finally settled, Overmind felt lighter and offered his older counterpart a genuine smirk, not his plastic thin smile. “Oh, and Dominator?”

“Hmm?”

Overmind pointed his pawn aggressively at Dominator. “Be ready for a rematch as well.”

“Of course, doctor. I look forward to it.”

#my fanfiction #dominator (elsword)#overmind (elsword)#honorable mention to dbr and mp tho they're not directly in this fic really #anyway dom bullying om via mind games via chess #ur welcome

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mermaids-down-in-heaven-3 · 3 months

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Thoughts on polygamy, have you? / would you?

Ok, I'm terrible at explaining! So really hope that it makes somewhat a little sense!! If not 😮‍💨 I'm sorry

Thoughts: To be honest with you, I don't know much about it to comment on how it is for everyone. But as long as everyone's happy, on the same page, living the life they intend too, with no harm, upset and is safe... Then Who the fuck am I to say, it's the right or the wrong way. I don't care what happens behind closed doors.... as long as them doors are a safe space for everyone inside.

Have I? I haven't, no... Only monogamous relationships. Have I thought about it? 🤔... Maybe a few times, but I'd feel guilty

Would I? Meh.... I'm complicated. Never say never but more likely not.... it would depend on who it was

I hate the thought of sharing 😐😬 I can get a little~alot jealous 🤏🏻 over protective 😬 a smidge obsessive 🙈 and I like all the attention 🤷🏻‍♀️ look... I have many personalities to keep him busy throughout the day!! He wouldn't know what to do with anyone else 😂 let alone have the time 😂

but, on the other selfish hand.... I could quite easily enjoy all the attention for me 🤭 two loving partners that only have eyes for me! I'm sure I'd feel extra special, extra loved& adored and soooo much more!!! Who wouldn't! 🤭

Thank you, hope you have a lovely day ~ night on your planet 🥰

#thank you anon #thank you for thinking of me #thank you for the ask #poly #lucky dip

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thegamingcatmom · 4 months

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Hey!!♥️😽 I see you haven't posted in a while I hope everything is going well!

I have a question. How do you think maggot mommy would react to their mate cuddling up to them in their sleep? Maybe because it's been a long time since they have had physical contact with an actual person, or because they are unconscious and it's just a natural response for them? Miss ya!

Okay so I kinda got carried away a bit so now there´s quite a lot leading up to the actual moment you´ve actually asked for - the grande finale, if you will - and I dunno I´m...sorry? I- 💀💀💀

BUT, first things first-

Why hello, dear nonny! 😽

Everything´s peachy! Life´s just been quite busy these past few months and it´s likely gonna remain that way for a little while longer. But all good things (hopefully)! 🤞🍀

Thank you for asking, that´s very sweet of you. ♥

And I hope things are going great for you as well! 🙏💚

NOW, let´s get to the juicy part. Hope yall are ready for a rather horny mf confused gremlin in this next installment of "Evil Dead Rise...but gayer":

Monsters

This is a direct follow-up to my last installment where Momma got half her face ripped off. Just so yall know where we currently are time-wise. ✌️

Oh, a fair warning: The tone of things might be beginning to...change from here. Just a smidge. 🤏😇

(Sidenote: I was mainly listening to this while writing. I've always been drawn to anything supernatural, and this song gives such otherworldly vibes, trying to lull you in while actually being quite sinister and tragic at the same time. 💔)

LET´S GO!

When you were little, your mother would sit with you every night, tuck you in, and tell you "bedtime stories" - stories that would haunt you for the rest of your childhood and well into your adolescent years. Crafted to keep you from getting into trouble, to make you behave by using a "weapon" that is as cliche as it is effective:

A monster.

There´s always a god damn monster somewhere.

"Do you know what will happen to your socks if you keep leaving them strewn about? The Sock Monster under your bed will snatch them up. One day, it might not be just the socks."

"Do you know what happens to children who stay in bed all day? The Monster in your closet will come out late at night when everyone is asleep to drag you out of the bed and into Closet Land."

"Do you know what happens to children who won´t wash themselves when told to? The Shower Monster behind the curtain will come out, grab you, and drag you down through the drain into the sewers."

Needless to say, you were thoroughly traumatised. At some point though, you managed to snap yourself out of those irrational fears, recognizing these stories for what they really were: Illusions. And you firmly believed in that up until a few weeks ago.

Until the day these "Bedtime stories" became more than just stories. They became your reality.

One of these... things is currently occupying the spot under your bed. Its eyes are unblinking, staring into nothingness. It´s emitting a clicking sound now and then but is otherwise as still as a statue... or so one might think. Its clawed hands are firmly embedded in the floor, its whole body poised, as if waiting for something.

Another thing has taken up residence in the closet. Its doors are cracked open just enough, allowing anyone stupid brave enough to wander into this room to see the eye staring back at them. There's no missing that bright, ominous glow. Nor the heavy breathing.

And then there's the thing in the adjacent bathroom, sitting—no—lounging in the bathtub. One leg out, foot propped up against the tap, the whole skin sporting a discolored look with darkish splotches that extend all the way up to the nails - causing them appear nearly black. One arm thrown over the edge, hand suspended in the air, drops of water dripping from tips that resemble more talons down onto the floor - the only sound in this room. The bathtub is filled with rather colorful water, and if one were to take a closer look, they could see bits and pieces of... something swimming in it, breaking the surface every now and then.

The curtain is open, giving burning eyes a clear view into the bedroom and to the bed where you are, dead to the world. Recent happenings finally took their toll, no doubt, causing you to pass out shortly after your head hit the pillow - a clean head at that, for once. Still a bit damp and slighty soaking the pillow. You couldn´t care less though - this is the best sleep you´ve gotten since...well, since everything went to absolute shit.

You still can´t believe you managed to wriggle your way out of that rather wet chokehold and into the bathtub. Can´t believe how easy it actually was. It was sort of a knee-jerk reaction on your part as well. Having absolutely had it with your demonic roommate mounting you, leaving its slobber all over you-

Your whole body had tensed, hands shot up from where they'd been hanging onto bony shoulders for dear life after that latest onslaught to grip a sunken face very tight indeed - nails digging not only into skin, but also muscles and tendons because, in your rage, you kinda forgot that thing was still missing half Its face. Fingertips hooking into an exposed jawbone to yank! It towards you, noses nearly touching, staring It down and right into Its soul, absolutely willing to throw caution to the wind if it meant getting your message across loud and clear, and, oh boy-

Loud and clear you were.

"FUCKING STOP USING ME AS YOUR FUCKING STRESS RELIEVER, YOU FUCKING WEIRD ASS PSYCHO BITCH!"

...

The silence that had followed was deafening, the only sound being your heavy breathing, and you feared you´d just signed your own death warrant. Well, so be it then. At least you were going down with dignitiy.

What you hadn´t expected, however, was the reaction that followed. Or, lack thereof.

The look of utter disbelief on Its face was priceless - the slow blinking being the only indication there was still some form of life within that decomposing body. But, more importantly, it had given you enough time to-

You had been eyeing that rather sharp-looking piece of wood from what used to be a dresser for quite a while earlier, poking out between Its rips, practically begging you to pull.

Using Its dumbfounded state to your advantage, your hand had released Its jawbone and reached down in a hurry, seizing that stake and ripping it out in one go, sending dark red blood spurting out of Its torso.

You hadn´t given It a chance to react, to even realize what was happening, before you had that stake burried deep in Its head - using the gaping wound on Its face to ram the wooden piece in and all the way up, sending parts of brain and skull flying.

It had taken a bit longer than you´d anticipated, considering you´d just impaled Its head on a spike, but, eventually, the desired effects kicked in:

Eyes were slowly dimming, losing their ominous glow, until milky orbs were staring back at you. The grip on you had loosened, a clawed hand ripped out of the wall, as Its body went slack, collapsing to the side like a sack of potatoes.

You had quickly picked yourself up off the floor, having learnt from your previous scissors-attempt that this wasn´t a permanent state but rather... hitting the snooze button. You had minutes, best use them wisely.

You hadn´t bothered looking for an escape, simply because there was none. You had checked. It´s what you do in your leisure time these days. What´s been keeping you from going insane.

With nothing else to do, you had then opted for the next best thing, which meant-

You were getting that bath at last.

So, here you are now. Having the best sleep in a long while, blissfully unaware of the many glowing eyes currently watching you, observing you, guarding you.

Carrying out Momma´s orders.

And Momma´s been a lot more careful about her pick this time around. Thoroughly weighing up her options before coming to a decision which one of these pathetic creatures would be assigned the duty, the honor, of watching over what is hers.

In the end, her choice had fallen on what she believed to be her most capable soldiers. She still wasn´t certain if, or rather, how much she had been influenced by that wretched echo she just can´t seem to get rid of. The cunt that had previously inhabited this shell - Ellie.

Because two of those titty-sucking parasites were, right in this moment, watching over her precious mate.

This time, there better be no incidents, or so help her.

It has to be said though...she hadn´t expected that.

You putting that toothpick through her head after she so passionately made you hers again, well, she couldn´t care less about that, really. As if something as trivial as that was enough to fatally injure her. As if you would want to, anyway.

As if you could.

In fact, her twisted mind was brought back to a moment quite similar, where you had grabbed those rusty scissors and plunged them right through her nose, making that pathetic shell shut down for a while, too weak to withstand even the smallest of nicks, apparently. Disgusting.

But how could she blame you for that, when what she´s been doing to you must´ve felt absolutely heavenly - you singing for her so sweetly, so overcome with the throes of passion you began trashing about, which had then ended in said scissors-incident.

So yes, Maggot Momma could absolutely understand you going feral for her.

What she was still trying to wrap her warped mind around, however, was your...temper tantrum. By now, she´s become used to your rebellious tendencies, finds them to be quite enticing most of the time. They make this game of cat and mouse the two of you are playing simply mouthwatering.

This time, though, it had seemed different. You had seemed different. Like you weren´t playing anymore.

For the first time since the entity had taken over this shell, It had felt something other than the need to conquer and tear and dominate and rip rip rip SLASH THEM ALL OPEN make them rot in hell-

She had been vibrating when the entity had resurrected this shell, trashing about, smashing her head against the wall over and over and over-

She had felt too much, yet not nearly enough. It was most confusing, overwhelming, frustrating - driving her wild.

Something was trying to push its way past the haze of insanity. Something that had made her pause in the first place, when you were having that temper tantrum - grabbing her, screaming at her, stabbing her-

Refusing her.

The fog, at least for the moment, had been lifted.

The vibrating had stopped.

She´d gotten up, pulling that stake out of her head as she went, and had made her way to you - body gone into autopilot. Finding you had been rather easy - she was able to sense you, smell you. Smell your fear and-

Your excitement.

Or rather, lack thereof. A most acrid smell.

Seeing as you had locked her out, again, she had made her way up and through the vent until she´d reached the opening, directly above the room you were currently occupying. She had crawled out and down the wall, until she was standing directly in front of the bed you were still resting on, looking so peacefully. So unlike this other version of you she´d witnessed not too long ago.

She liked you better like this. Like you were now.

Her darling Drama Queen.

So obedient.

So submissive.

So good for her.

There had been steam coming from the bathroom, carrying a delicious aroma, urging her to investigate. The bathtub was filled with pinkish water still - an indication that you had cleansed yourself off recent happenings.

Off her.

The iron smell permeating the air was so prominent, she could almost taste it, taste you - that scent of yours easily overpowering everything else, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.

Thickening the fog yet again.

She had stumbled towards it, coming to a stop right in front, before letting herself fall, face-first, into everything that is you.

That smell, my god-

She wants it everywhere every time all of it-

And, technically, she could. There was no need for her to come up for air, at least not for quite a while. And even if she were to drown, the entity would simply bring back this shell like It had many times before.

However-

There was that nagging again, pushing its way through the haze to remind her of the more pressing matters at hand. Of you. Currently resting right next door. Unsupervised.

She won´t have that. Especially after recent events.

So, a choice had to be made.

～You titty-sucking parasites better not disappoint Mommy.～

Seeing as they all worked as one, there had been no need to leave her current position, good. She had called upon them using their shared link - a hive mind, if you will. Seeing all, hearing all. Had seen and heard many souls that were rotting in hell now.

All in all, very convenient.

So, here she was now, observing you from her place in the bathtub. Burning eyes almost willing you to wake up so she can do-

Something.

She wasn´t quite sure what to do with you, to you, once you´d wake up.

It was driving her mad.

Your form started to twitch then, turning this way and that. You were murmuring something, too incoherent to understand.

You´ve always intrigued her, the monster in her, from the very moment you´d first set foot into her territory. Trespassing. Asking for a direct trip to hell.

And yet-

Something about you had made the entity pause back then. Just like now, when you were-

Refusing her.

She was on the move, her gaze never leaving your twitching form, using her grip on the bathtub to slide herself over and down the other side, remaining low on the ground as she crawled her way over to you, soaking the carpet.

A clawed hand closes around the foot of the bed, the other followed suit, pulling herself up and sitting down cross-legged, hands coming to rest on her knees. Watching you.

Observing you.

Trying to figure you out.

You were still talking, no more than a breeze though. Still mumbling utter nonsense. Sweat was starting to form on your slightly flushed face, indicating you were having a dream. Or a nightmare?

Her head was slowly tilting to one side.

"Hm."

She was torn. Torn about what to do with you and your sudden outburst. What to make of it.

What´s brought this on? What´s been going through that pretty head of yours, as you were shouting at her so passionately? Something she would´ve found quite flattering under different circumstances, would´ve felt very smug about it indeed, as it usually meant you were thoroughly enjoying what she was doing to you, eyes alight with desire.

This time though, your eyes were the darkest she´s ever seen them, staring her down, challenging her, defying her, tempting her to-

She´s gonna gouge those eyes right out and swallow them whole, sink her teeth into its throat and rip it open, dig her claws into that chest and tear out the thing that keeps this pathetic shell going, sending its resident to ROT in hell for all eternity for revolting against her, trying to DOMINATE her as if it COULD when it´s up against an ALPHA, against DIVINITY WHOSE JUDGEMENT WILL MAKE THEM ALL BURN IN THE DARKEST PITS OF HELL BY THE HANDS OF THE DARK ONES-

No-

The enitity is shaking Its head then, hitting it over and over and over, claws digging in, piercing skin and bone and ripping out strands of matted red hair as they went, lips pulling back to reveal a sharp set of teeth that´ve come together with a pop!, the heavy breathing being the only sound in this room as-

No.

Not you, never you, her mate, her angel, meant for her as she´s meant for you, brought together by fate, meant to rule together as one and deliver judgement where judgement is due-

Besides-

You´re her good girl, are you not? Surely that twisted mind of hers is misjudging things. You simply meant to spice things up a little, didn´t you? Naughty girl. Pretending to revolt against her, to try and dominate her, just to see how far she would let you take your little game. You wanted a reaction from her.

That´s what she chose to believe anyway, because-

Momma would absolutely detest having to remind you what it means to be a good girl.

Her long, slender form was slowly bending forward, stretching out and over your huddled figure, long claws tenderly moving along your covered body as she went, caressing you, almost.

Hands come to a stop on either side of your head, caging you in. The added weight made you sink deeper into the bed, but you remained fast asleep.

You also didn´t take any note of the wet hair brushing against your cheeks, surrounding you like a curtain, as her head bent further down, nose nearly touching yours.

Burning eyes willing you to wake up, yet again.

You couldn´t care less though, it seemed. Even going so far as to burry yourself deeper into the sheets, a soft sigh escaping you, the corners of your mouth just so lifting, making you look softer, like you´re most content-

Another look she hasn´t seen on you yet.

How utterly confusing today is turning out to be.

Were you mocking her? Was this yet another game of Play Pretend? Was she about to have her head impaled again? This waiting game was really starting to irk her-

"Mmph!"

She´s been so busy staring into your soul that she didn´t notice you actually doing something, your touch coming so unexpected, she nearly started hissing, about to sink her teeth into that arm-

The arm that´s currently thrown around her shoulders, keeping her close, squishing her face into the pillow, cheek to cheek-

Caging her in.

You were stronger than you looked.

And she was feeling utterly confused.

One of those clawed hands remained gripping the pillow for support, the other was hovering just above it, next to your head, as if it didn´t quite know what to do, where to be. Burning eyes were wide open, wildly flitting about - left, right, up, down, right, left - like they were looking for an exit.

Now, Maggot Momma doesn´t do panic. She´s the cause of it, she thrives on it, it´s her trademark. The only time she would ever admit to feeling something that loosely resembles panic was when her prey was about to escape her clutches.

Something that has yet to happen, ergo-

Momma doesn´t do panic.

However, she´s still not quite sure how to get herself out of her current predicament without waking you. If you woke up, that´d mean she´d have to do...something, and considering she doesn´t know what something is yet, she´d rather you play dead for a little while longer. But that still raises the question-

How to get out of that chokehold?

On the other hand, her body was already starting to tingle-

Seeing as her sight was currently limited, the hand still hovering next to you was cautiously starting to feel around, searching for your hand that was hanging off her shoulder somewhere. As soon as sharp tips made contact, they were dancing along your skin until they reached your wrist, fingers slowly starting wrap around-

"Ssss-!"

Momma doesn´t do panic.

However, she will admit this caught her slightly off guard. It is for this reason she did absolutely nothing to stop you from rolling over and into her, letting you treat her like a giant doll that you could handle as you pleased, how utterly mortifying, beneath her-

And yet, you´ve managed to come out on top.

You seemed quite content there, too. All of you is by far not enough to cover all of her, but you still tried - head burrying in her neck, arms wrapping around her middle, legs stretching and stretching-

...And stretching some more-

And yet, it´s still not enough. Adorable.

There you were now, clinging to her like a baby koala. And there she was, laying motionless aside from her hands hovering over your body. How utterly pathetic, letting herself be dominated like a bitch in heat, if The Dark Ones could see her now-

"Hmm..."

And yet...

As your angelic voice reached her ears, warm breath hitting her neck repeatedly in short puffs, she found that she couldn´t give a lesser fuck. She was divinity itself, and she did as she damn well pleased.

Clawed hands come to rest on your back then, one between your shoulder blades, the other on your lower back, encasing you. Nose burrying itself in your hair, breathing you in. Once burning eyes - now dimmed to a soft glow - were starting to fall shut. Hips are not beginning to move, because-

For the first time since your arrival, the monster in her slumbered.

And she was right, after all-

You are still her good girl.

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