#ask sub bim

[sinneregosarchive]

@ask-sub-bim

“I want your knot!” He cried out. He was moving his hips in time with Author’s. “I want it so badly.” Bim knew it was a long shot to make Author his mate, but maybe it could miraculously happen. At least he could get pregnant out of this, and finally have the children he’d wanted since he himself was young.

The Author growled, pounding into the willing omega. "Such a good slut, such a good, filthy little whore," he whispered, the words tumbling from his lips naturally. "Going to fill you up so good." His knot started swelling at the base of his cock, trying to push into Bim.

[missed-you-dark]

Bim was forced awake in the early morning when his parents told him so. The forced him outside in nothing but the baggy shirt and underwear he was wearing. He was told to look pretty, but he didn’t understand why. Then he saw the Prince walking by him. He was a strong, confident Alpha, and it made Bim terrified. @ask-sub-bim

@ask-sub-bimAuthor -who hated his real name greatly- wasn’t looking forward to this. Being forced into marrying someone, just because he needed to becoming king, and should have secured the linage of their family before that. He was send out to find himself an omega, and his parents didn’t even care who it was.

So here he was, being lead around through the capital to look at different omegas and pick someone. He didn’t feel like just picking someone though. He was supposed to have children -a thought he didn’t much like- and he basically picked who he wanted to parent the heirs to the throne after him.

His gaze swept over Bim, he tilted his head up with two fingers. Golden eyes looking him over, before he moved on. How was he supposed to pick a stranger as his mate? He wasn’t sure.

[voiceintheradio-archived]

Bim was very excited. It was his birthday tomorrow, so it was understandable. His mood had actually affected the other egos, which meant the others were happy too. No one wanted to leave because they were happy, and actually liked the Host due to Bim's influence. Even Wilford was less hostile, going far enough to offer the Host a slice of cake. Bim bounced the around the building in a fancy glittery outfit, waving to all the egos and making small talk. @ask-sub-bim

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The Host, for once, allowed the egos to do what they want and not work. Of course not leaving, because he knew they wouldn’t come back otherwise. But at least the egos were happy for once, not caring that they weren’t healthy and he was keeping them all here.

He could tell Wilford wasn’t affected as much, still eyeing him with disdain and no trust, but seeing how happy Bim was -and making everyone else- and how the Host allowed it all for once, he didn’t try anything bad. The two of them still tried to avoid each other as much as possible.The Host tried not to be around any of the egos anyways. Even if it were positive emotions, they were a little too much for him. He was glad the Googles could turn his emotions off, though Red would never.

[missed-you-dark]

Journal for the soul

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Arthur sighed, laying his head onto his folded arms, on top of his desk. He had just finished reading a draft for a book, and he wanted to change and re-write so much, that it’s worth half of the book in terms of pages. Writing books was exhausting, but it was his means of living, and he loved writing.

He pulled his journal closer again, the one bound in leather, through which he was meant to be able to write or draw with his soulmate. He had had it for a few years now -he didn’t keep track, really- but only he seemed to use it. He knew his soulmate could just be younger than him, but he still couldn’t help but wonder.

He used the journal mostly to write short stories -many about himself- or to write some poems. He even drew in it, characters from his stories mostly. He was glad to have it, endless pages, and no one but him -and someday his soulmate- able to see it. He could write with his most beautiful calligraphy in it when he wanted to as well. He liked it.

[missed-you-dark]

"Please just stop! I’ll do whatever you want me to. Anything but this." //I'm thinking consensual non-consent, if that's ok. - @ask-sub-bim

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“Should’ve thought about that before, huh?”, the Author was pressing Bim against a wall, face against it as he had his hand on the back of Bim’s head.Host was at Bim’s side, kind of, as he was getting rid of Bim’s pants, and Author’s too while he was at it. 

[voiceintheradio-archived]

Bim woke up from his nap and got dressed. He wanted to give the Host the cupcakes he'd made. So he grabbed a few and packed them up nice and pretty. He grabbed his apology card too. He asked Oliver where the Host was, and apparently it wasn't the recording room, so Bim set off to find him. - @ask-sub-bim

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The egos were almost all gathered in the main floor, where the egos were usually gathered to work. Where Wilford had his “office” and supervised the others. But Wilford wasn’t currently there, but the Host was. Standing near the door, with his back to it, and the other egos gathered around in a half-circle.

On the ground was Mark Bop, covered in bruises and blood, just like the metal bat the Host had. The other egos looked terrified and scared, and worried. Bop wasn’t a strong ego, and they were afraid he wouldn’t come back. Though Host wouldn’t kill him if he wouldn’t.

[voiceintheradio-archived]

Bim sat on the roof, covered in a pink colored blood. He was exhausted, he knew he would be if he took on Wilford. But there laid his body on the other end of the roof, soon to come back. Bim cleaned off his glasses, very clearly still in shock. He wanted the Host to tell him what to do now. Maybe tell him he did the right thing, validate him. Bim had a cut on his cheek that was quickly filled in by hydrangeas, which then floated off in the wind, revealing Bim's healed skin. @ask-sub-bim

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Not long after Bim had managed to kill Wilford, he vanished in a puff of bubblegum pink fog, which dissipated quickly in the wind.

Instead, the Host entered the roof. He saw the rest of the pink fog disappear, and he already knew Wilford would be back before the day was over. Wilford was, in that sense, the strongest of them all.

He walked over to Bim then, crouching down in front of him.“Are you alright?”, he asked, not sounding as concerned as he probably should be. If he really cared, at least.

[missed-you-dark]

"I'll behave!" Bim yelled out. //Either Author or Dark or both, you can choose. @ask-sub-bim

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“You should’ve thought about that before you disobeyed.”, Author growled, strapping the shock collar tightly around Bim’s neck. Why he had it, probably only Dark knew, but he wasn’t home right now. It were only the two of them.

Leaning back, Author took the control and pressed the button, sending a shock through Bim. It was on the second lowest setting, so that it wouldn’t really hurt Bim. “Now you’ll behave for sure.”, he said and smirked.