#consensual mind control

[mindwhisper]

As a hypnotist, It's always a pleasure to watch your sub listening and doing her tasks like a good girl and getting corrupted days after days✨️🌀

Don't you think so @daughter-of-sleep...?

Can you even think? ~ 🌺

[inflomora-art]

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[themicrowhale]

A Game of Artifice

The Witcher - Geralt/Jaskier

Explicit M/M

Word Count: 8,330

Summary:

After a long winter apart, Jaskier is excited to be back with Geralt on the Path. But after a series of frustrating events delaying their rendevous, Jaskier finds himself more testy than usual.

Geralt knows why, and he might just have a solution.

Featuring fae!Jaskier, consensual mind control, glamours, improper use of Axii, and an absurdly overcomplicated sex game.

[helloblobbyblobfish]

A Halloween song

Sequel to Lovely melody: Aske and Kelen celebrates the merman's first Halloween. (Sorry for being a bit late with that one...)

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22 October

I’m waiting for my boyfriend on the beach near the pier, his wheelchair on the ready. I see his head popping out of the waves and I walk into the water to grab him. He starts to hum his happiness as soon as I grab him. Because I know he doesn’t like the contact of wood on his skin, I put water cushions on the chair, and tickle his neck, which is a very egregious zone for sirens. Oh yeah. My boyfriend’s a merman.

As we roll on the slope to reach town, he sees the decorations in the display window of the candy shop and points at it. « Les bonbons ? Ah non, tu veux dire les décorations ? Faut que je t’explique ! » (“The candies? Oh no, you mean the decorations? I’ve got to explain it to you!”). I don’t think he fully gets what I am saying, I’m much better at speaking his tongue than he is with mine, but I had supernatural help for that. 

Mr. Thomas sees us and welcomes us inside. I look at Aske, and he hesitates. I scream « Plus tard ! » (“later!”) We get through the street, seeing people put some decorations in their gardens. In general, France doesn’t celebrate nearly as much as American countries like the USA or Quebec, so it’s not the over-bearing pumpkin patch I see sometimes on TV. Just some skeletons here and there, some scarecrows that have been brought back from the fields to “spook” the kids rather than the ravens, a bed-sheet ghost at a window.

Despite that, Aske looks at it like a child seeing their first snow. He might be wearing a blanket to hide his tail, but he moves so much to see I’m worried it’s going to fall. He must detect my fears despite not looking at me, the advantages of belonging to an empathetic species I suppose, so he calms down and looks at me with the seal eyes he uses when he feels he did something bad. Well, at least, he isn’t using his song to make people do nice things to me as an attempt at apology. That was a problem, even if the intentions were good.

We reach my house, and my parents help me bring Aske into my room. Part of the reason we don’t catch up so much in one of our houses is that my room is upstairs, and well, once, he sent me images of what his “home” looks like. Because, you know. I would drown before reaching it and I can’t see inside the water anyway. But it’s like a little underwater cavern. He has his own little garden of plants, you’ve got to eat your vegetables and it’s better to grow your own stuff rather than constantly swim from one place to another. Inside the cave, well, that’s when it gets interesting.

See, he might belong to a sea species, but he only has some memories of others. His language is something that is frankly supernatural in and out of itself, and so he learned lots of things because he was sung ballads and concepts, and his brain memorized and internalized them even if he was too young to remember it properly. He has some memories of others of his species, but they are blurry. He kind of got the feeling it wasn’t normal he was left alone, but he never found another like him.

Sorry. I’m rambling. Anyway, so he might not be human, but he can totally eat our stuff. For quite some time, he had a habit of singing to fishermen to get some fishes they would open for him. He has the teeth for grabbing fishes, but he doesn’t like the taste of scales, even if he can digest them to an extent. But, as you can imagine, that made him kind of curious about humans. The “land-walkers”, as we’re called in his culture. That’s the best translation I can come up with for what the word actually is.

So, he got his little grotto of human stuff. Like Ariel. Doesn’t get as much variety, though. Unfortunately, fishermen did not bring that much stuff on little boats meant for regular trips from land to sea. No games, no additional clothing Aske could take, not that he understood we just could take them off until he saw me do it. His reaction was cute. He thought we shed those like hermit crab change seashells. He didn’t think we would stock them in our habitations.

But as a result, he has some fishing gear, LOTS of cans he makes arts and craps with, believe me, seeing pollution from a marine creature’s point of view is so weird. But there are also some folks who lose other stuff than plastic at sea (and I know some of these cans he “asked” for), so he has a surfboard used as a shelf he puts underwears and swim trunks on. And some bras. Don’t forget the bras. But now that he knows what those are for, he just gave them to me for recycling and instead used some plastic bottles filled with dirt and false plants. Don’t ask me. I never quite understand his aesthetic choices. I did say I could get those too.

Oh, you might not be interested in what a merman’s house looks like. Sorry. But with the Halloween decorations making him go into a curiosity frenzy, I preferred that I explain it in the relative privacy of my room. And I didn’t miss the look dad had as we climbed the stairs. My parents are... okay with me liking boys. But they clearly imply the fact they’re not super happy about me dating who they think is a disabled dude from out of town. And it’s not like Aske’s song would help. I mean, it could give them illusions of him walking around, but then they wouldn’t see his body being moved around. He already had to erase a few times the memory of his legs. Especially the sensations when they touch them.

I’m not super-happy about that, but I don’t want to know how my parents would react to my apparent appreciation of the non-human body... Even if I don’t think I’m a full-blown xenophilic. Lord knows I tried to look at monster movies pictures when the Halloween programming on TV was announced for this month. Yep. Not seeing it. In any of them. I like a face that looks like me, yes sir! His one-feet long tongue is a plus, I’ll admit.

Anyway, I put his tail in the basin of water I have installed in my room just for occasions like this. After filling it a bit, of course. Sadly enough, sirens don’t seem to know spells to stop water from evaporating.  Then I open up my phone to show him pictures of Halloween. Excited, he starts singing. He sounds so good. Oh well, he’s cheating a bit, with the whole supernatural powers going on. I never heard him simply talking rather than singing. I wonder if he is even capable of that.

In any case, he switches immediately to his more secret song. A song of mating and trust, of love and respect. That way, we don’t have to actually share a language for us to understand what we are saying. And that’s pretty good, because the number of concepts Aske never learned thanks to being a lone, always needing to be self-reliant merman, with nothing to give him a cultural education besides some half-memories and a thing that is apparently we humans are strange for not having, instinctive norms, is pretty impressive. Are you following? The idea of an afterlife never crossed his mind. I have to reassure him when his panic becomes MY panic thanks to our bond, images of ghouls eating my brain, aliens cutting his legs, my bones melting under his terrified gaze.

« Ce serait pour de faux, Aske ! Les monstres n’existe- bon, okay, TU existes, mais il n'y aura rien de dangereux, d’accord. Juste des humains déguisés. » 

(“It wouldn’t be for real, Aske! Monsters aren’t- well, YOU are real, but. Nothing dangerous, okay? Just disguised humans.”)

I sent images of the children chewing up tons of candies. That interests my bf a lot. « Fait gaffe à tes dents ! Je n’aimerais pas avoir à t’envoyer chez le dentiste ! » (“Careful with your teeth! I don’t wish to have to send you to the dentist!”). Better not explain tooth decay to him still. He can panic so easily. I instead decide to move his mind away from all of that by kissing him and his naked torso. Sigh. He is so cold... But it’s not like La Manche (the English Channel. I let you decide whether channel or sleeve is the dumbest name for a sea.) is hot. God, scientists would be so interested. It’s such a strange experience to kiss a guy who doesn’t salivate and who has a 30 cm long yellow tongue.

Aske sends me an image of an Atlantic wolffish to scare me. Eww. I gently shove his face away and send him mock annoyance. He looks sad an instant, then understands I’m not really annoyed. He is so true about his emotions; I love him so much.

I open up my closet to bring out the boardgames. If I brought him to my room, I might as well do this.

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26 October

« C’est les vacances, t’inquiète. J’ai rien d’autre à faire aujourd’hui ! Et je sais que tu ne pourras pas porter un costume complet, mais si tu as envie de participer à la soirée d’Halloween, il te faut un déguisement ! » (“I’m on vacation, don’t worry. I’ve got nothing else to do today. And I know you won’t be able to wear a full costume, but if you want to participate to the Halloween party, you need a disguise!”)

Aske’s wheelchair is bumping on the rocks laying on the streets, and I try to stay away from people who would notice it’s not the shape of two legs under his blanket. I hope we will find something at the store. I had to walk a quarter to an hour to reach the big town with a supermarket. I managed to find some things from my youth, but I think Aske would prefer to get his own costume. Plus, he is a bit taller than me, so he would be too tight in what I have to offer.

There’s a shelf of costumes. Everything is very cheap, and besides some make-up, it all looks so fake I’m a bit ashamed Aske will only have the type of costume you throw away after one use to choose from, but he is surprised and reaches to grab a vampire costume. My mouth becomes a thin line. He is scratching at the T-shirt I gave him to cover his chest, unused to clothes, so I can see why he would want the costume with a V-neck, but the cape would not be practical if I either held him, believe me, he is way too lightweight for his height, but I guess mermaids just have different standards because he looks well-fed, or he was in the wheelchair, and it would be getting in a way if he crawled on the beach sand. And the pants would be totally useless.

I show Aske the other outfits he could be interested in. He makes a very ugly sound that looks like he is choking when he sees the siren outfit for the girls. « Désolé. Les humains ne savent pas pour l’existence de ton espèce. » (“Sorry. Humans don’t know about your kind’s existence.”). I check he is still properly breathing. Seems okay, but I hand him a bottle of sea water just in case. He seems to have understood the meaning of my phrase, because he pouts a bit and then moves on to check what else there is. A pirate costume makes me laugh, and he shows his sharp teeth. Oh boy, seeing his predator smile always makes me feel things.

Suddenly, I point to a costume of a plague doctor, with a massive robe that covers everything to the feet. If we don’t button everything, he might have a way of moving while covering his tail. It would still be uncomfortable, but maybe. He seems doubtful, but there is a fitting room, so we try to see if the dress/cape fits him. Well, bad news, his tail fins are sticking out, but I do manage to find a bigger size. It’s kind of funny. He is wearing an outfit for very tall people, and I have to lower my head every time I want to talk to him. Kind of sad too.

In any case, trying to move him around with the cape work, the over length allows me to cover the wheelchair with the fabric. With the mask, it looks like I’m moving around a giant puppet, rather than my boyfriend. That gives me an idea. I check with Aske if he likes it. He nods vigorously when he sees what I’m thinking of.

When we reach the checkout, the seller is a bit dizzy from the song my honey did. We snicker silently at him asking if we know who the guy that was on the radio was.

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31 October

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I haven’t done Halloween in years! And here I am, wearing a skeleton onesie and helping a siren dress up like a medieval doctor to go to a party! 

Honestly, since I’m dating Aske, I was pushed to talk to more people because I was searching for more encounters other people had with him, or because my parents wanted me to stay away from the beach. Even now, they are not keen on me going there alone, because once Aske left me under his thrall for too long when we didn’t know one another and I got a sunstroke. But he also used his song to get beloved by the town folks, so I got quite a few people who came to me to ask about news about him.

Loïq arrives in front of my house in his car. Since he moved to another town after his father confessed to his abuse, we don’t see each other as much, but he started to talk a lot to me over the phone to keep some familiar people in his life. His new mum is pretty cool, still. In any case, Aske sings a bit, Loïq’s eyes turn yellow as we put the merman in the backseat. I have to try and squeeze the wheelchair between the passenger seat and the inside of the car. The car trunk is too small, and I didn’t have the money to buy a foldable chair. 

When we reach the place of the party, slightly inside the mossy forest, Aske is scratching at the window in interest at what is going on in the streets.

« Ne t’inquiète pas, Aske. Je n’oublie pas la collecte de bonbon. Juste après la fête, okay ? On ne restera pas là-bas pour longtemps. » (“Don’t worry, Aske. I’m not forgetting trick-or-treating. Right after the party, please. We won’t stay there for long.”) I check my make-up in the mirror. Works well enough, I guess. I didn’t want to look lazy by only wearing the onesie, so I made some crude black-and-white bones on my face.

We reach the edges of the woods, and it’s time to get Aske back on the wheelchair. He seems intimidated by the trees. I guess he hasn’t seen such big plants under the waves. When he starts to sing to get Loïq to help me get him out, he attracts some folks, who come to move him along while I catch up with my friend. Yellow eyes and wishful glances at my boyfriend are not a good look on you, Loïq.

We reach a clearing, and I expect Loïq to stop talking with me when Paul and Sarah pass by, but I guess Aske doesn’t know about their friendship and Loïq stands still waiting for me to continue our conversation. People are moving to the beats of the merman’s song rather than the disk the DJ is playing, but that guy seems too enthralled himself to notice or care. That reminds me of the first time Aske let me see him truly. It was also at a party. I still have this uncomfortable feeling at seeing him turn everyone into his puppets, even if I know he is not malicious.

Suddenly, Henri comes near me. I think his name’s Henri, at least. Rather short, he has to get on his toes to reach my ear and-

« Aïe !!!! » (“Ouch!”)

HE BIT ME!! It’s not because he is dressed as a werewolf than he can-

Oh.

He howls at the moon. I check all around the party.

The witches are reuniting over the barrels of wine, and are preparing ingredients to throw in them while a buff dude I don’t know, but who gets my respect for being shirtless in late October in Bretagne, dressed as Frankenstein’s monster, is opening up the lids. A vampire girl bit the neck of a sexy red riding hood. I run towards them, panicked Aske’s Halloween spirit will hurt people, but she’s just giving her a hickey. I blush. Oh boy, and now they are groping.

Wait, Aske, no! They aren’t! Wait, Paul is kissing Claire tenderly, even if he is dressed like a creepy mummy and she is Lara Croft, rather than that girl dressed like Cleopatra. I notice every couple I know are still doing it TOGETHER, rather than with people where it would make sense. I see a knight and medusa cuddling, whereas an Edward is ignoring a Bella kissing a Jacob to instead flirt with a siren (who doesn’t look a lot like Aske).

Well, then, I guess those two girls are together, and they apparently enjoy being public more than most. I’m not even the only one gasping at their behavior, so the two go away. The knight asks me something, but he talks in such an old English I barely understand his meaning, and the medusa girl is just straight-up talking Greek.

I grab Loïq and shove him near the feast, where his Percy Jackson can talk with a satyr. He is looking at me with confusion, but I tell him I want to talk to Aske alone, and he gives me a thumbs up before forgetting me completely.

Now, where is my boyfriend? Uh. At the buffet too. He is testing cakes by biting other people’s parts. They don’t even notice they are handing him their food and then continue to eat while doing other things. He apparently doesn’t like the shrimp cake much; I chuckle at his spitting.

« Chéri ? Je me sens un peu délaissé. Et aussi mis à l’écart. Je peux rejoindre la foule en délire ? » (“Honey? I’m feeling a bit ignored. And left out. Can I join the wild masses?”). He looks surprised. I am too. Since we started dating, I made it clear I am not very keen with the whole “mind control” thing, even if I understand it’s as normal for him as using cutlery is for me. He does know that it’s not good to do it on the person he loves, without me even having talked much about it with him.

But I nod, and

I grab Aske. What does He want me to do? I’m just a silly little skeleton, all bones and no muscle, but He looks at me with such love in his eyes. He mimes taking off something from my skull, and starts to brush my frontal bone like I still have hair. I sigh. He is such a romantic, treating me as a living being. Something seems to displease Him, and that makes everyone around sad... Why was I feeling sad again?

Aske is there, and He is singing. There is no reason to be sad. He kisses my check. Strange. I’m pretty sure I have a massive hole there between the bones. Why didn’t He... Yeah, I’m overthinking it. He can do what he wants. I trust him.

I take my love from the arms of those nice lumberjacks. Honestly, it is good to see all sorts of creatures and some humans mixing so well regardless of races. He asks me to bring him towards a man in an orange shirt. Apparently, he is a friend? Oh wait, I recognize him! Percy, you old rascal! Meet my boyfriend. He is great, isn’t He?

After some time, it is pure pandemonium, as a meeting between monsters should be. An headless horseman is debating with Arthur Pendragon about who will ride a horse that passed by, Aske discovered the joys of being drunk and moved to His song that makes people see their desires, but something must have caused a magic hiccup, because I feel drunk too, and I haven’t taken a single glass. Or maybe there was alcohol in the apple juice? I’m a skeleton, how am I intoxicated-like?

Aske reminds me He wanted to go trick-or-treating, so here we go! Got to convince my hubby to let me drop Him in His wheelchair, say bye to the others because He reminds me to, and we are on our way. Right, He also reminds me we left the bucket in Percy’s car. We came in the demigod’s car?

I guess we... What was I thinking? Uh, Aske has His bucket. Weren’t we looking for... I can see the first houses, and people are coming to hear His song. I feel a bit bad at seeing those unblinking yellow... Did I have something on my head, for Aske to grab something I didn’t see?

Aske is looking so excited while holding His pumpkin candy bucket that He almost tumble on His song. I think it’s a bit silly that they look all so impressed. He has a magnificent voice, but the lyrics are basically Him trying to coax fishes to let Him eat them and about how cool He is. Not that He isn’t, but ego much?

Of course, with the supernatural advantage, He gets plenty of candies. I try to send Him some amusement and a bit of disapproval, especially when He looks at the candies in Captain America’s bucket. And since the man is eight years-old, now that I think? « Désolé, chéri, mais je dois dire que tu exagère, là. » (“Sorry, honey, but I have to say that you are exaggerating,  right now.”) He stuck his tongue. Yes, it’s very pretty. But I DON’T EVEN HAVE ONE TO KISS YOU WITH!”

... He’s right. I must have a tongue if I can talk, despite being made of bones. Time for a big smooth, then. They say a French Kiss is a sensuous thing, but I have seen some British visitors, and let me tell you... Nah, our kisses are pretty chaste, I think. Even with a tongue like His, I guess we just aren’t taking enough advantage. Suddenly, I separate our mouths with some... Technical difficulties.

« Et je vois ce que tu fais, Aske. Rends ces bonbons à Maribel. » (“And I see what you’re doing, Aske. Give those candies back to Maribel.”)

He at least has the decency of looking ashamed.

The rest of the night is a bit of a blur. It’s so easy to lose oneself in His beautiful melody. We see lots of people down the streets. Some even had time to shapeshift between meetings, and we met two Hulks! They were very impressed by one another, it was cute. But Aske’s bucket was spilling out, so we came back to my parent’s home. How are they made of flesh when we accidentally wake them up while I’m a skeleton, I don’t know, but Aske confirms that they ARE my parents. He sleeps in the rainwater tank for the night. We are both so tired.

When I wake up the next morning, I am in a complete panic, but Aske is simply sorry he puked on the sides of the tank after having eaten too much chocolate at once. At least the screams people would have probably done had they seen him would have woken me up. Seems he didn’t sleep much, even if he confirm that it wasn’t uncomfortable. I promise him I will not touch his candies before dropping him into the sea. As soon as I come back home, I grab a dragibus (a brand of jelly beans) from his bucket.

-

Boy, I wanted to make a sequel for so long, but writing this showed one of the biggest problems I had: A big part of the tension in the first story was the fact Kalen was unaware of the fact the cute guy was a merman. With the new couple dynamic, the whole tone and style are different. It’s flatter. I still have ideas for the couple, but I don’t know how to make them interesting -_-

[vampyrsutton]

SSD Day 2~Angels

Summary:

Half Angel/Half Demon Dabi wakes up from a nightmare, but all newly discovered Nephilim!Hawks can focus on is an Angelic power he mentioned.

Ao3 Tags:

Nephilim, Nephilim!Dabi, Nephilim!Hawks, but in different ways, Alternate Universe - Angels & Demons, Many eyes, Biblically Accurate Body Horror, Dominance, Consensual Mind Control, Missionary Position, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Needs a Hug, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings

"NO! No, Father! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll control it! I'll do better! Please don't leave me! I'm so-"  

"Wake up, dammit!" Hawks yells, stress gripping his demon companion in panic and doing his best to not collide when talons in scar tissue makes Dabi bolt upright and almost get the Nephilim with his hellfire.

"Don't." Dabi hisses out, red lining his now-slitted pupils as his turquoise eyes glow in the dark of their room. "Don't touch." 

Hawks makes a weird cooing noise that also sounds like bells in a hail storm thanks to his specific angelic descent before carefully holding up his other hand stress gripping a pillow. "Sorry." 

Dabi growls low in his throat for a second before trying to get his unnecessary breathing under control. "Can't let go?" 

Hawks nods, cooing apologetically. "Yeah. You were having another nightmare though." 

Dabi huffs but nods. "Just more bs from daddy dearest." 

"Will you please tell me which demon?" The Nephilim pouts now. 

"No. Not telling you the angel side either or you'll figure it out." A manic grin that does nothing to hide the still-present panic in his eyes. "Can't have you killing my prey." 

"I already said I'd let you kill mine." Hawks groans, muttering when Dabi just pulls him back down to stroke between his wings so he can let go. "Cheater." 

"Demon. And no, I just have a right to my secrets." Dabi huffs.

"Well do you wanna talk about it at all?" Hawks huffs right back. "You about set the bed on fire." 

Dabi winces now, looking away awkwardly. "...that's part of the issue yeah…yeah, fine I can reveal that much…" He decides despite continuing to hesitate.

"...Ah a very insightful silence. Eye-opening really." Hawks teases to lighten the mood, just shrugging at the scowl it gets him. 

"Fuck you, I'm not good at the sharing emotions shit." Dabi snaps as a hand reaches up to fidget with a horn before he grabs it in frustration. "Ugh! Fine, as you know, I'm technically a Nephilim too, but instead of half-human and half one or the other, I'm half-demon half-angel. Father wanted a perfect half-and-half though. A product with both his hellfire and demonic ability and also angelic bs in equal parts. Well, it seemed all I got was his hellfire, which he was fine with, I even burned hotter than him." Dabi says in a voice meant to sound smug but just sounds tired. "Until my mother's genes decided to overhaul my body and make it susceptible to hellfire without actually granting me any holy powers beyond immunity to holiness and domination which still shouldn't be an angel thing, but whatever. In the end, he deemed me worthless and cast me aside and forced my mother to have 2 more children after my sister, the fourth of which was his perfect creation." A self-deprecating laugh. "The rest of us could drop dead for all he cared after that, and as far as he knows, I did." 

Hawks blinks, once again tempted to try to sneak into heaven for angelic records but knows it would just get him burned. "That bitch." He lands on instead. "And I'm sorry, what is an angel power?!" He squawks when the rest finally catches up to him. 

Dabi raises an eyebrow before remembering the dork had just learned he was a Nephilim not too long ago and hadn't even figured out how to refold his wings to the other plain. "Right, newbie. Domination. We can force a sort of Divine Will onto any human and any willing Nephilim or angel." He sighs. "Humans will usually black out and be nothing more than a puppet, Nephilim will have a sort of brain fuzz but are otherwise coherent with no control of their body, and angels will retain full consciousness just with no control of their body." 

"What about demons?" Hawks asks curiously. 

"Pretty sure we would have been wiped out long ago if angels could just order us still and kill us." Dabi snorts with a roll of his eyes. 

"Fair point." Hawks hums, mind already somewhere else. 

Dabi must sense it because he soon raises an eyebrow. "What're you doing in that bird brain?" 

"So, hypothetically, if you were to use that on me in bed-" Hawks starts.

"Really? I told you part of my tragic backstory and you got horny over a power you also have albeit weaker?" Dabi scoffs, now moving to get out of bed. The nerve of this pigeon.

"Waiiit~" Hawks whines, wrapping around Dabi's middle. "I can't help it that you're hot!"

"Don't care. Get off of me." Dabi huffs, trying to peel him off. "I am genuinely trying to use the bathroom, let go!"

Hawks lets go immediately, hands raised in surrender. "Please?" 

Dabi glares at him but huffs. "Go make breakfast, and I'll let you know."

Hawks isn't sure he’s ever moved so fast in his life.

~~~

Dabi, of course, ends up agreeing to it. What can he say? He's weak to seeing his birdie on his knees. 

Just like he will be soon. 

"Sure about this, pretty bird?" Dabi double-checks, still slightly unsure despite how tight his pants have become in his expectation. 

"Extremely. Yes. 100%. If you are willing, I am down." Hawks assures, eagerly waiting to see how this goes. 

"Alright then." Dabi hums before his already bright eyes glow brighter and his voice drops and distorts as though being filtered through five different planes of existence to immediately cloud Hawks' mind. 

" On your knees, pretty bird . "

Hawks’ head immediately fills with static and all of his senses feel like they're submerged in jello as he drops to his knees with a second thought. Ah, that was why the pillows were moved to the floor.

Dabi smirks down at him, tilting his head up by his chin to make blurry eyes meet his own. "Good boy." He hums, delighting in the trill that unconsciously leaves the other’s mouth at the praise. 

" Open your mouth . I'm gonna make you choke on my cock." He damn near purrs, snickering when Hawks' mouth drops open without a second thought, or really any thought for that matter. 

"Fuck. Look at you. So sweet and compliant. I could do literally anything to you and you'd just take it, wouldn't you? Could fuck you raw or burn those pretty wings right off your back, and you'd probably thank me." Dabi hums cruelly, petting through blonde hair so feeling the barely noticeable shiver. "Ah, so you are still there. Good, this wouldn't be any fun otherwise, and as much as I would love for you to stop smacking me in the face with them, it'd be such a waste." He assures, watching the tension leave Hawks' body.

"Why so stressed, baby? Did it not occur to you that you were giving up control to a literal demon, half-angel or not? Don't worry, pretty bird." He grabs a fistful of blonde hair to make that still-waiting throat choke on his cock and groans at how it spasms around him. "Fuck. Don't worry. I only plan to break you in the best ways. Shit, you like that idea?" He hisses when Hawks involuntarily swallows around him. "Ruin you so good, you never wanna leave? Just stay here as my perfect little cock slut, stuffed full of cum and ready for the taki-Fuck!" 

Hawks, still having at least vague awareness, moans at the thought, sending vibrations shooting up Dabi's cock who about doubles over at the feeling. 

"Fuck, pretty bird. We're both about to be real grateful for this. Turn off your breathing . Good bo-shit!" Another curse when Hawks moans at the praise. "Yeah, I'm gonna have fun fucking your slutty little throat like the fleshlight it was meant to be." He promises, pulling out slowly only to snap his hips harshly and groan at the wet heat. "Then I'm gonna fuck your tight little hole until you're dripping cum. How does that sound, huh, pretty bird?"

Hawks can do no more than let out a desperate sounding…moan? It was some sort of angel noise that usually meant good things and was probably the result of not being able to use air for non-mildly terrifying noises, but it still made Dabi's cock jump all the same as he groans in response. 

"Fuck, Hawks. Use safe actions if you need them , otherwise, I'm not stopping." Dabi orders, pulling his cock away from the wet suction of Hawks’ mouth to fuck himself back down his throat in the next instant. "Gonna fucking ruin you." 

All he gets in response is some garbled, chirping sound as he fucks the Nephilim's pretty little throat in a way sure to rob him of his voice by the time they're done, only to pull out before he can actually cum. "Your throat feels way too good. On the bed . You better have opened yourself up like you were supposed to." 

Hawks just mindlessly drags himself onto the bed, standing there like an NPC waiting for further instruction until Dabi snorts at the ridiculous sight. 

" Chest down. Ass up. Not even going to try wrecking you standing on a bed." Dabi chuckles, watching Hawks scramble to comply and smirking at the pretty turquoise plug that comes into view. "The big one, too, huh?" Dabi hums, taking hold of the plug to pull it lightly and marveling at how Hawks rim stretches around it. Letting go gets it greedily sucked back in with a squelch. "My dick's gonna be drowning in lube, isn't it?" 

Normally, Hawks would have some sort of sassy response to that, but all he can currently do is stare dumbly into space while making sounds from another plane of existence. The part of him that's still distantly there wants to do something to entice the other Nephilim to get on with it, but he can’t and he feels his cock throb qt the reminder that he's put himself completely at Dabi's mercy. 

 "Hmm. Something's not right…" Dabi hums in thought before snapping his fingers. "I changed my mind. On your back . Since this is an angel power, we'll do missionary so I can watch your face in real-time as I drag you down to hell with me." 

Hawks wastes no time rolling onto his back, whining when the motion jostles the plug inside against his prostate, but otherwise awaiting further instruction. 

Dabi makes a deep rumbling sound that he's not sure which side it's from, but it doesn't matter when Hawks unconsciously bares his throat in further submission. An answering chitter sends what was left of Dabi's self-control careening off the edge as he's suddenly on top of the already lost-looking Nephilim while a clawed hand works the plug from his desperate little hole. 

"Fuck, Hawks. You gotta let go of the plug if you want me to be able to fuck you. I know you want nothing more than to just sit here, stuffed, but don't you want something that can properly fuck you?" Dabi purrs into a flushed ear before chuckling lowly when Hawks coos and falls pliant, the plug slipping out with a lewd, wet noise. The sight of Hawks' hole desperately trying to clench around nothing is enough to drive Dabi near mad, and he's lining up before he even processes it. 

He at least has enough wits to spit on his cock before trying to just fuck it into the Nephilim, but that's about as far as his self-control expands when his Prince Albert bumps Hawks' rim, and the half-angel keens. 

"Fuck, you're really desperate for it, huh?" Dabi growls as he starts working the head inside. "Just a bit of Angelic Domination and some dirty words is all it takes to make a proper whore out of you, hm?" Another small thrust works him further inside and he curses at how Hawks moans at the piercings helping stretch him open. "Well, who am I to deny you when you're finally being so honest. You know I never actually told you to put your legs up, right? You presented this slutty little hole for me all on your own, and who am I to let such a perfect little offering go to waste, hmm? Angelic healing be damned, you're gonna feel me for days ." 

The moan Hawks lets out is far from human, and Dabi delights in being the one to start stripping him of that. "Come on, birdie. I've barely even touched you, and you already sound like that." He chuckles, finally seating himself fully inside and hissing at the way Hawks clamps around him. "Can't wait to hear how I ruin you when we actually get going." 

The symphony of moans that leaves Hawks when Dabi starts up a rough pace probably comes from his other mouths that he's yet to learn to materialize -and oh won't that be fun- and they only succeed in spurring Dabi on more as he hooks toned calves over his shoulder and folds the little half-angel in half to hear him sing. He doesn’t know if this counts as missionary anymore so much as a mating press, but he can still see Hawks' face as he loses himself to pleasure and clamps down on his dick like he plans to never let go only to moan like a whore when piercings drag across his prostate. He's pretty sure he can feel Hawks' feet losing their human shape behind his back and he rumbles proudly at the thought. 

"Look at you. Just a little bit of dick, and you're ready to fall from grace." Dabi chuckles, abnormally long tongue dominating Hawks' mouth when he opens it to moan before coming up to growl more filth. "Lucky for you, I'm more than willing to thoroughly break you in. How does that sound, pretty bird?"

Hawks shudders in his haze, mumbling incoherent nonsense not made for the mortal tongue as he holds onto Dabi's horns like a lifeline. Like he might actually leave this plane if he lets go and whines pleadingly as though begging for more of anything. 

"God, you're fucking ruined aren't you, baby?" Dabi chuckles darkly before kissing him again when he whines brokenly, not stopping his almost punishing pace all the while. "My favorite little toy. What do you say, baby? Want me to break you apart and put you back together?" 

Hawks is beyond caring knowing what he's agreeing to, he just wants to cum…No, that's not right. Dabi had promised he'd be dripping his cum and Hawks really doesn't think he'll be satisfied without it with how desperately his hole is trying to hold Dabi's cock captive. 

Cum. Cum. He wants cum. 

He wants Dabi to feel good. He wants Dabi to ruin him. He wants to be nothing more than Dabi's little fuck toy and for it to be obvious to anyone who looks at him.

Fuck this Domination thing is dangerous. 

"I can't hear you, baby~" Dabi growls in Hawks’ ear, drawing out another inhuman sound before he's nodding desperately, not trusting himself with human language. 

Dabi is about to tease further, but suddenly there are more than two sharp gold eyes trained on him, and Dabi realizes he might actually be fucking the human out of him as he groans and curses. "Fuck. Yeah, okay, birdie. Don't worry. I've got you." He promises, figuring bringing the eye-to-person ratio back down is now part of the 'putting him back together' part. "Fuck, that is way hotter than it should be." 

Multiple eyes blink at him hazily before rolling back when Dabi starts focusing on his prostate to make him see stars. 

Dabi groans lowly, abusing that spot inside the Nephilim until he's sure the noises filling the room will drive his neighbors to madness, but he's not really in the position to be giving a fuck about anything other than the one he's giving Hawks. He really hopes he worded the commands right this time, too, because he's pretty sure Hawks' ass is trying to suck the sou-...the life-...the sin right out of him. Sin is probably most accurate with what he's been doing to the birdie. 

"Fuck, Hawks. Close. Fuck, I'm close. Gonna fill you up so well, you won't even care about figuring out your angel half. Gonna be perfectly content just sitting here being my dumb little cock sleeve won't you?" Dabi growls, reaching a clawed hand down to start jerking Hawks off in time with his stuttering thrusts.

Hawks keens, powerful wings accidentally pushing him up until Dabi has to scramble to keep fucking him sitting now, and fuck if that angle isn't ruining him more. 

"Watch it, birdie. You're gonna knock me out of you." Dabi scoffs, his tail being the only reason they weren't launched from the bed. "But fuck, do you feel amazing. Fine, I can fuck you like this. Just let me…" He lets his white feathered, bat-like wings emerge from his back for extra leverage and rumbles at the way Hawks almost screams with the new rhythm. "Good boy. Almost there, baby bird." 

Even supernaturally tranced, it's too much and Hawks can vaguely feel Dabi licking tears from his cheeks as his back tries to arch with the force of his impending orgasm. He wants to scream, wants to call out for Dabi, beg for something he's not sure what, but all he can do is cry and take it, shuddering at the way Dabi's pace begins to stutter once more.

"Fuck, birdie. That's it. Almost there. So close." Dabi groans, fucking up hard and fast into the half-angel on his lap. "You can cum when I do , pretty bird. Fuck, you've been so good. Shit- close- cu-" 

Hawks is pretty sure he whines at the praise, but that's quickly whited out by a seemingly Earth-shattering orgasm that wrecks his body at the first spurt of cum against his insides and the fangs so close to something on his neck are not helping. He feels like he's going insane and every spurt of what has to be an inhuman amount of cum just makes it worse. 

He feels like he could drown in it. 

Fuck, he kind of wants to. 

" Come back, birdie. " He vaguely hears, Dabi whisper, giving him back control of his limbs but doing nothing to clear the fog in his mind as he coos softly. 

"Shit. I actually fucked you stupid, huh?" Dabi chuckles, combing his claws through unnaturally soft blonde hair. "Come on, baby. Let's get you cleaned up, hmm? Hopefully, a bath will bring you back to this plane." 

Hawks just croons, letting himself be carried, but unable to make any attempt at actually helping. He flutters a wing in a token attempt. 

Dabi just laughs. "Calm down, birdie, I've got you. I'll take care of everything." 

Another coo tells him that some part of Hawks must understand and he hopes that same part will be forgiving of whatever soap he accidentally gets in his new eyes. 

He can at least be gentle for this. 

A look at Hawks' blissed-out face tells him he'll always be gentle for this.

[ladybugsfanfics]

more than expected | shinkiri for the Bottom Kiri Bang

Summary:  Kirishima has maybe always had a little thing for Shinsou, and when he notices how uncomfortable the male is at a party, he takes a chance. He asks if Shinsou doesn't want to go somewhere else, and takes him to a cute diner, something that feels very much like a date. Kirishima has hopes, of course, but he doesn't really expect Shinsou to return his feelings. He gets a little more out of their diner trip than expected.

Snippet:

When Midoriya had invited everyone to a reunion party for both class A and class B, Eijirou had been ecstatic. He’d wanted to see everyone again because most of them had parted ways after graduation, and actually keeping in touch with their weird schedules hasn’t been the easiest.

Only, Eijirou soon realized that that includes Shinsou.

Shinsou who Eijrou has crushed on since half-way into their third year. Shinsou who took everyone by storm with his improvement and remarkable show of strength. Shinsou who constantly showed his manliness through his personality.

A shinkiri fic written for the Bottom Kiri Bang! Had a wonderful time working on this and RhythmWrites on twitter made som cute art I’ll link once they’ve posted it! Hope y’all enjoy some good rarepair! Link is in the title!

[gauzemer]

Thinking abt consensual mind control... underutilized and Very Good

[weirdlet]

So this is the kylux filth I was talking about earlier- just gonna put this out there as is because today is busy and my brain is not cooperating for ficcage-

So hear me out- what if consensual Force mind-trick shenanigans, but with imaginary pregnancy?

like, just a kink between two regularverse Kylux fellas? (or omegaverse, whether reversed roles or just a pretend roleplay with extra)

no actual infant produced, but all the sensations of being heavy and big, kicking, a growing belly and tender breasts, all while on the bridge and trying to keep a straight face in serious meetings

maybe it's something that takes its course over a day- Hux starting in the morning just a little bilious and tired, but feeling throughout the day as if he's growing heavier and heavier, belly filling out like hours are months of growth?

and nobody else can see, just him feeling it under his uniform, an uncomfortable and arousing secret

and part of the fun's that Kylo is elsewhere and at a distance, never in the same room- but he's still the one in control of Hux's little belly, how big it is, how tight, how active his 'offspring'

anything from 'ugh, my clothes are a little tight and my nipples are so tender as I go about my duties' to 'hiding in a closet because I can't hide that I feel like I'm going to *pop* and my belly is squirming with imaginary children, biting my hand to avoid moaning and begging for relief (or more)'

like he's been taken over by an alien entity and it's so much more than he bargained for, but everything he asked. Thighs pressed closed tight and hips bucking with his buttons undone and shoved down to try and get some room, not that it does any good. Cock hard in his regulation underwear, rubbing up against the belly that's *not real* but it's *there* and *so big* under his shaky, questing hands.

(there's definitely some suspenders being thrust aside too, all disheveled and straining straps and hair rucked back under the dim closet light. When he dares look down at himself, his belly is glowingly pale, big as a mountain and pointing out like a bit of ordinance nestled between his ribs and his skinny hips. A bomb that's ready to blow, and that thought just goes straight to his poor, out-of-sight out-of-*reach* cock.)

and then, just as he thinks he can't possibly get any more aroused, there's like- a hand, or a foot, a little outlined imprint of *exactly what he's supposed to be carrying*, that presses out against his skin really far, against his palm. Emphasizing just how full he is and what he's full *of*- and his eyes just roll back in his head and it's good, it's so good, it's too *much*

and when he comes all over himself, nearly blacks out with his hands white-knuckled against the shelving, holding himself up because his knees want to buckle-

All of a sudden he comes back to himself, and he's in a utility closet with a broom poking into his back- a flat belly splattered with his own come and open to the air, shirt all rucked up and pants open, breathless and red-faced and *not pregnant* anymore, like he never was. No balloon belly, no swollen breasts threatening to leak imaginary milk, no aching feet and hips that want to waddle. Just the lingering ghosts of the sensations, and the breathless shock of it all being whipped away in an instant.

shivering at the *control* he'd given over, and how Kylo could do all that to him- and make it so it never happened.

They're going to have to do this again, and soon- but half the fun is in the surprise, even in the annoyance of it.