#and he’s standing on the burning bridge 💥💥💥

[cybertronian-cupid]

hey um, i saw that requests were open and im still not sure if this will get through but, can i have a tfp megs with an s/o who is really into things relating to collars and leashes?,, im sorry if this has already been done before, i just really want to see how it plays out !!

im really sorry about how i type, it just gets embarrassing to ask for stuff like this :(

Anon, the way you type is perfectly fine, and let me tell you that I couldn't get enough of this request (it also reminded me of this anon thirsting). Since I couldn't choose how to write it, here a both sub & dom s/o headcanons.💥

These did get lenghty, but a fave is a fave and there is surprisingly more to the whole collars and leashes thing... Master dynamics and more fun jazz*cackles* ~Gregoria🏩

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Submissive S/O:

When his S/O says they want to wear a collar during sex he is amused. His dirty talking and growling will be full of different nicknames.

He wants to see what really gets them going; are they his loyal pet? Servant? Slave? He has them on a leash already, it'll just take a tug in the right direction for them to roll over and please him.

His favourite thing is seeing them present the collar to him, and how their eyes practically light up when he fastens it around their neck and hoists them up by it.

When he isn't mass displaced he finds the way they look precious. Almost makes him forgive their slip ups during training.

He won’t let them kiss him until he wants it and if they don’t come to him fast enough he will yank their leash. He won’t give them what they want until they learn to behave, and the more he has to pull, the more careful he has to be, and so he’ll indulge them less.

Standing in a corner becomes a challenge of its own, since they have to look properly sorry when he asks them if they’ve learned their lesson. If they ask nicely enough, he’ll treat them as rough as they want the next time they behave.

He does have to replace the leashes too often for his liking, mostly because they snap too easily. Chains are the exception, but those limit the amount of punishments. And the eventual bite imprints on the leather when his S/O brings him the leash are a big part of his fun.

When they say they’ve been considering more than just using play collars, he needs a proper explanation for what they mean.

Once they explain the significance and steps of collaring, he needs a moment to process it. Humans have… many courting rituals it seems.

As their Master he will make sure his property is treated well, if they are certain they want this.

He gets them a new training collar to wear around the ship and takes great delight in both their embarrassment and the way he can make full use of their arousal once they are back in his quarters.

He tells them exactly what kind of collars they'll go and buy for themself for when they are out of his sight and rewards them accordingly when they return with a variety for him to approve of.

They end up owning a pretty little collar for nearly every occasion, and when they are outside of the Nemesis they can pick between the many velvet, studded, leather or simple jewelry chokers they bought on his instructions.

Each of them has his name in Cybetronian glyphs engraved on it. Subtle enough for them to always remember who they belong to, and not suspicious to the point of alerting the autobots.

Onboard the ship they have strict rules that are in effect as soon as they set one foot inside.

Training in confidence and demeanor is the first thing he begins with. Posture collar and a corset secured by a thick chain is something that they wear every time he takes them to the command bridge.

When he does give them a formal collar, it's made out of a part of his armour with a conjux vow etched into the metal. They are branded with the Decepticon insignia, either burned or tattooed into their skin. Whichever it is, he monitors and helps with the healing process of the mark.

Soon after they are fully healed he might indulge them in attending a bigger party hosted by the community. During their training he has attended smaller events more often, but he has a war to win, an army to run and minimal amounts of patience for other humans.

They are allowed to keep contact and interact with the other submissives, pets, slaves and the like, but aside from a dominant he deemed trustworthy enough to keep an eye on them, they are not allowed to speak to any of the others attending the events. Weeks of receiving the barest of attention are not worth it.

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Dominant S/O:

He's suspicious at first. They aren't the first to imagine or want to see him wearing something like that. They are however the first partner to outright say it and not backtrack when he challenges them about it, or shy away from actually discussing it with him.

The first time he does mass displace, just to give them a bit of advantage. He doubts wearing a collar will actually do anything for him, especially with the kind they chose. He expected a regular thick chain, and they got what looks like a thick leather belt.

He finds their improvisation amusing and intriguing, especially when they manage to fasten it in place with surprising ease and speed.

The training is relatively boring at first, since they seem set on "fixing" his daily routines: refueling, recharge time and similar nonsense, when he could instead focus on running battle simulations and revising plans and possible locations of the autobot base. His remark over this counting as part of recharge doesn't go unpunished.

The sessions with less training are mostly teasing and playful, with him intentionally disobeying and pushing his s/o's buttons and letting himself be manhandled.

They've broken a cane and a number of paddles after they eventually decide to touch his spike, but a punishment was still in order. He actually overloaded while counting the strikes on one occasion and had to work hard for them to play with him again. Playing didn't mean he got an overload from them however.

His behaviour changes for the better when S/O actually gets him a proper play collar in his size to wear when he isn’t mass displaced.

How did they do it, where did they get it? Doesn’t matter, because with the way they are looking at him when he puts it on he doesn’t plan on asking too many questions.

Once he’s relaxed he’ll do anything and everything they say perfectly, as long as it ensures they keep their attention on him.

He was genuinely shocked to find just how distressed he was by the lack of it during one scene, and he had no idea how to handle the much longer aftercare that followed. When the two of them were reestablishing boundaries there was much frustration involved, simply on account of him being stubborn.

He might get ready for them on occasion. Seeing his S/O coo at how eager he is on those days he waits for them with his collar on, does funny things to his frame.

Put him on a leash when he’s at the peak of his heat. Do it, he’ll be a desperate, dripping mess just from having the collar and leash in sight and will overload as soon as he gets the order to put it on.

He won’t do any sort of branding or such. If, and that is a big if, he’d ever consider wearing a mark that is not of his cause, it would have to be after conjuxing his human.

Friction marks or scratches on his plating however? He doesn’t mind those at all. He even finds S/O a bit too pushy if they keep checking in about his comfort and the marks left around his neck cabling. There was quite some improvisation involved for them to be able to do anything in the first place, might as well let their dedication show.

He was the one to ask about the events and parties, and took great pride at the reaction to his holoform, and the following boost of his S/O's reputation in the community due to his appearance and stellar behaviour.

His S/O being the one to wear a key to his (mass displaced) collar on them at all times, with a shiny metal tag bearing his name, has his engines run hotter. Knowing they are powerful enough that he can call them his Keeper with certainty, and knowing they are aware of how quickly the tables can turn if they betray his trust is a special kind of high.

Correction tools are a must with him during play. Even if he is well behaved, being the center of attention just by wearing the collar is already a reward of its own, so an ocassional reminder of who's in control might be neccesary

When or if the training extends out of the bedroom, his S/O will rarely find he didn’t follow the orders to look after himself when they are away. It does benefit his overall performance on the battlefield, keeps his temper mostly in check and he gets their praise on top of it all? No reason to disobey then.

If anyone asks why they wear a sturdy chain belt with an additional chain attached to Megatron’s armour, it is most definitely just a safety precaution in case they fall off. No other reason at all~ ;)

During high stakes the rules have to be either negotiated or undergo slight changes. His S/O picks up on the source of his frustrations easily and most times suggests changes before he even brings it up, reaffirming that yes, in this regard he can calmly let them take the lead.

#Always a great time when the shy ones send in requests!💥~G🏩 #valveplug #tfp valveplug #tfp megatron x sub!S/O #tfp megatron x dom!S/O #collar kink #collaring kink

[7wanderingpaws]

7wanderingpaws masterlist

(⁂ updated: 2021/11/28 ⁂) 

The goal is to make a space where a few ideas and images and feelings may be so arranged that a reader will want to linger awhile among them, rather than to flee.  - Janet Malcolm

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G O T 7 (full masterlist, last updated 2019/01/13)

- - - Exo Baekhyun x OC (only) - - -

Simply, Yours⭐ (✔)

Story's masterlist  💥

Always, Yours: Three Plus One! Edition (ongoing)

Story's masterlist 💥 (sequel to Simply, Yours) 

He Loves Love ⭐ (✔) - short fic

Genre: solo singer AU (no Exo) Warning: cocky, flirty, playful, fluffy Baekhyun Plot: It seems falling in love on first sight is something you do not believe, but Baekhyun, the music sensation, very much does so. Especially after meeting you

CHAPTERS: Drabble (read first) - 1. part  2. part , 3. part -final

Burn Your Bridges (✔) 

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Captain Bucheon (ongoing)

(sequel to Burn Your Bridges)

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Mess We Made (M) (✔) - short fic

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader Genre: arranged marriage au (not bbh), doctor AU, highschool AU (first chapter only), university AU, smut, ANGST Plot: You were willing to put the both of you through suffering without realizing you might hurt Baekhyun’s feelings in the process. Even though he was yours, you were never his. And he would not stand in the way anymore.  PARTS: First -- Second -- Third -- Fourth (final)

Asks

1. - doctor AU 

2. idol AU (the night before his enlistment)

Drabbles / One-shots

He Loves Love - solo singer AU drabble (no Exo)  ⭐

The Art of Shakiness (oneshot) - doctor AU  ⭐

Summer Rain ☔ (long drabble) - university AU

Quit Your Life (M) (oneshot) - bodyguard AU, badboy AU   ⭐ 

all the good ones are taken (drabble) - music professor AU, father AU

lets have some gentle fun (M) (oneshot) - CEO!AU, club worker AU

The Law of Attraction (one shot) - teacherxstudent AU, part one, part two (M), bonus part (M)

Blue Moon (drabble) - bodyguard AU, imperial guard AU

Murder to the Mind (one shot) - college AU, basketball player AU, playboy AU

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[sasorikigai]

‘I’m sorry if that hurt you. I have to clean the wound.’ - Abigail Cain

AFTER THE STORM || @extraordinarygrrls || accepting

💥 || The sweetest, honeyed, and feverous aroma of fire burning ablaze coats Hanzo Hasashi’s rubicund, blemished flesh; its potent scent permeated on the battlefield he daily walks into dragging him further, enticing. But behind his wounded, still-unhealed beauty, there are thorns; so many, so sharp, cutting through his flesh as he insisted in holding them close to his heart. They had never been hidden; they were clear as could be. For what is a wound, but a flower dying on its descent to the earth, bag of scent filled with war, destruction, torches, some trouble that befell now over and done. For Commander Hasashi, a wound is a gnawing fire sinking into itself. The tinder serving only so long, the log holds on and still, it gives up eventually, collapsing into its bed of ashes and sand. That proverbial flame would be everburning beneath his skin, fibrillating and blooming his tender flesh to take on the hue of a full-blown peony. 

Having experienced and tenaciously endured too many near-fatal incapacitations that would render his being to be torn apart, with utter vulnerability revealing the depths of his torment and depression to bare naked and render him small, as he’d be literally and metaphorically sewn back together scar by scar, his mind would transmorph as a prison; a maze, a neverending tangle of mixing thoughts; sad, bad, and intrusive. His trauma and depression may prevent himself from ignoring bad thoughts and pushing intrusive thoughts aside, but it’s always the proverbial sadness, onslaught of melancholia that would suffocate his magnanimous light which would give his life a true, unadulterated meaning. 

All Commander Hasashi knows is this; the thing about his emotions is that feelings can be easily manipulated; by his own thoughts, like a crack in the wall that ends up tearing the whole building down. By a small action, like a gust of wind from a butterfly that eventually creates a storm, so Hanzo would not even bother holding onto them. Granted that there’s a catalytic fire burning within him as clear duality of passion and destruction will always bleed him dry and leave him to stand on the precipice where he teeters on remaining attentively conscious and sinking into the throes of exquisite oblivion, he will always relish in this exquisite pain. How much he silently weeps beneath the inadvertent quiver of his muscles as the extracted bullet has left his perforated gunshot wound to gape profusely. 

Taking an effortful inhalation as the swollen lungs ascend to push against his throat, Hanzo quells the unbearable spell of acute pain, pricking hundreds and thousands of pins against his pectorals. Beneath the sordid transgression of his life nearly shattered and disintegrated asunder, the clawing clasp around the couch tightens, his brute strength amplified, in order to hold onto his diminishing conscious as his unstable, arrhythmic breathing becomes a music stultified across the shallow water of his being sprawled as clamped eyelids cause the bridge of his nose to sharply furrow. 

“Pain may be... the only real sensation that keeps me afloat amidst the constant battlefield that is my life,” ever since Harumi and Satoshi were brutally taken away from him, all Hanzo Hasashi could taste were the bite of old blood, as healed scars would reopen and wash him clean. Lest his indomitable resolve and physicality becomes the dying bird with broken wing that makes up his lungs, aching for every breath, brain half-crushed, unsure it will ever fly again, let alone walk, he will rip and bite at his own flesh to discover his grit and gravitas will prevent him from ever sinking to his knees. 

Clouds of unconsciousness pass and disperse; and Hanzo Hasashi could still feel death tasting bitter on his lips, and sweet on his tongue; it may slide down his throat like a warm and wet crimson trickle, but such queasy nauseating feeling had long passed, as Abigail’s staunching hand presses atop his shoulder wound, applying pressure. Hanzo’s head instinctively careens towards her, as etched pain robs him of his sun-kissed complexion as pallid and transparent façade remains crumbled as taut tension drives his shoulder blades to further sink into the cushion below. “Do what you must. My pain threshold is pretty fucking high anyways.”  💥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion) #✗ ugly syllables of conjured vindictive crimson (modern au) #extraordinarygrrls