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onlixie · 3 years

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#1499518101391. SOUND OF CHAIN, SIGN OF FREEDOM. | BANG CHAN.

genre | fluff, angst, smut, catgirl!reader x master!chan

tags | porn with some plot, use of the honorific ‘master’, use of pet names ‘kitty/kitten’, size difference (small female), use of restraints, breeding kink, blowjob, creampie, some priase + degredation, slight brainwash, power imbalance therefore possibly dubcon [feel free to tell me if i need to add more]

word count | 6818

warning | mention of kidnapping, mention of arson, brief mention of forced reproduction, brief mention of side-character death

note | breeding kink and “good girl” go brrrr

The sound of your metal chain unlocking was a delightful sign of your freedom. It was finally time for you to escape, to leave this shabby hut you have been thrown into after being captured from your village.

What used to be eternal peace in your happy little village—the humble abode of all cat people that was located to the side of the enchanted woods, very close to the river steams, and a little farther away from the protection of the Elder Tree—was shattered one quiet night.

Everything came suddenly and unexpectedly. Just in the morning, you and your other cat friends were chatting and throwing your agile bodies into the clear rivers to catch fish. You and your family had an amazing dinner, and you tucked your little siblings to sleep before heading to your room for slumber. Everything was fine until one quick moment—a bomb or several fire arrows, then your home got lit into Hell.

You were unable to do much after you woke up into a spiral of chaos. The blocked door to your bedroom, by the fallen logs that made up your tiny home, gave you no other choice than to choose the window as an escape. But the bloodshed from outside, all the screams and cries you could hear from familiar voices, made you hesitate to leave your burning home.

The last thing you knew was that you passed out, and when you woke up again, you were in a stranger’s home, a hunter’s place. You were in Chan’s hut.

He had you chained to the corner of his home, right to the rusty metal cage you were ordered to do everything in—you slept, eat, and spent your day in it. You once complained timidly about the sour smell of iron, and he wiped it down with the juices of some herbal leaves in hopes to make the smell go away. The only time you were ever away from the cage was when you needed to use the bathroom or when you bathed, but even then you were chained with a neck cuff with a long leash attached to him at all times.

Chan told you very little about the happenings of your home village. Despite your constant thrashes and cries during the earlier days of staying with him, he refused to tell you much aside from a few things: your home was destroyed, he knew nothing of the group of the culprit, and he apparently ‘saved’ you from dying after he found you passed out in your room.

He said those things with such a lack of emotions too. It was as if he couldn’t hurt you enough, as if bringing you to his home and making you his stay-home slave wasn’t terrible enough. He wanted to rid you of all the compassion in the world by stating the death of your family like a bland statement rather than a tragedy too. He offered that you sleep with him on the bed that night, and you refused him with the silent treatment.

You did not believe him, obviously. Not the part about how your village was destroyed; that part you were clear. You were there when it happened, after all. The fire, the smoke, the cries—everything pieced together to spell out destruction. As much as you hate to believe it, your village was likely long gone. However, there could be survivors from the fire that Chan did not tell you about.

The train of thoughts of yours went as such: Chan lied to you about the culprit of the fire. He and his friends, the hunters and huntresses, were the bunch of raided your village in hopes to kidnap cat humans like you for whatever means needed—for labor, for sex, or for translation means. The tales of how cat humans could be valuable in more ways than one were not unheard of to you. You were one of the unfortunate victims, and your friends and family may be somewhere in his town.

What you needed to do, which was something you have decided on long ago, was to escape.

The deed was hard, though. The chains around you were hard and rough as steel, as they were made out of steel. The one time you managed to convince Chan to unchain you through a series of whimpers and pouts about how it was hurting your skin, was also the one time you messed up, and Chan never believed in your adorable deception ever again.

He punished you hastily that particular night he caught you trying to sneak out of his hut, and you weren’t sure why he got extra angry that night.

Fairly speaking, without a negative bias, Chan was a patient man. He was rough and aggressive in his actions as a hunter would, but he was also patient and gentle in his ideals. You have whined and complained nonstop, you have given him a terrible attitude and called him names, you have tried to escape time and time again—not once has he really done anything besides that particular night.

You had a sense, though. You did manage to really break him down to his most unguarded spot. It was easy to do. After asking him to unchain you in the morning, you voluntarily stayed by your cage the whole day until he came back from hunting for food. You had dinner with him, you obediently allowed him to bathe you, and during nighttime, you crawled onto his soft bed and curled up in his arms as a final blow to his old and guarded heart.

(He was so warm. You still remembered to this day the way his calm body heat felt. And the way his strong arms wrapped around your body so securely that you felt so small and protected almost made you forget what your goal was.)

You broke him down. You made him show a side that he was never allowed to show around his people, and you betrayed his trust by leaving. He was angry, very angry. On top of that, unknown to you, he was afraid. Chan had you in his arms that night; you were safe and precious in his arms, sleeping with your tail lightly wagging and your ears slowly falling in a slumbering state. He closed his eyes to sleep and suddenly you were just gone.

He thought he lost you. Perhaps his ill-intentioned friends found out he was housing a catgirl and decided to take you for their sadistic pleasure, or the people who burned up your home have found your whereabouts and took you to finish a loose end. He had you. He had you with him; away from the fire, away from his blood-thirsty family, away from your kind’s assassins.

He was taking good care of you! Where did you go?

He was afraid, so very afraid, and his fear seeped into his anger that night when he caught you struggling with the direction of his town.

It was the worst you have seen Chan yet—hand around your neck, eyes hazy and drawn over with a dark silhouette, breathing heavily through the nose and mouth. Not to mention how his head was spiked with a sudden rush libido after seeing your teary eyes, hearing your whimpers, and feeling you squirm under his stronghold. He was angry and horny. He wanted nothing more than to take it all out on you right then and there, to fuck the anger and annoyance out on you, to just do what he has always wanted to do.

(The natural seduction of a cat-human was also very effective on Chan, it seemed.)

He never did anything, though. On multiple occasions, you have found him leaning just a little too close for comfort, or too close to be called normal.

He has never done anything drastic, but you could tell where his mind laid. How he would tug on your chain sometimes. Whenever he was bathing you, where his eyes averted from your naked breasts and where the tips of his finger lingered on your soft skin; a complete opposite of him. All the while you ignored the weird throb between your legs and clenching of your thighs at his surprising tenderness.

(Let’s not think about him. Let’s not think about how good he made you feel.)

After that night, you never tried to escape until today.

It did not occur to you to plan an escape, actually. You were still shivered up from the last threat he sent you, along with a punishment of ass spanking that did not last long because Chan softened from your genuine whimpers. But tonight was long—Chan has been out for hours. He would usually be home by sunset, sometimes only going over the hour by half or so, but he would always be home so he could bathe and feed you.

The night drew near before you expected it tonight. Chan still wasn’t home yet, and you were starting to get a little anxious about his whereabouts. Something may have happened to him and his hunter friends, or it could just be trivial things like him not being able to catch any new animals and therefore, needed more time in the woods. You wondered and wondered, your tail wagging and ears flapping, until suddenly your nervous fingers stopped its twirls and you huffed.

Why were you worried about him anyway? This was the perfect chance for you to escape! You could sneak out with your natural cat stealth and find your family outside! Or at least just to be free from this hut where you were chained to!

You did. Using your sharp nails, you twisted and tried at the lock before it miraculously opened with a click; a click… the sound of freedom.

Your paws barely scraped the ground as you quietly made your way to the door, which was only covered by an old cloth drape. You waited there for a while, feeling reluctant. You have glimpsed outside before during the last time you tried to escape, and you knew that there was one hut after another lined up around this area where most families settled their homes. There must be people lurking around; even with your stealth, it was not a risk you should, or was willing, to take.

Clenching your fist, your ears turning as you thought out a better plan, then you moved away from the front door to the window at the back. It was near your cage. Chan might have placed it there so you could have access to the air outside, and occasionally you would stare out at the stars and listen to the conversations from outside. You took a long look at your cage; big and restricting, dirty but cozy. You blew raspberry at it before returning to the window.

It led straight to the town fence, which blocked the town away from the woods. All you needed to do was climb over it and you would be free in the woods, at least.

“Okay…” you muttered to yourself as you grabbed a hold of the sides. Your nails dug into the walls, then you hoisted yourself up to stand on the edge of the window. Eyes sparkling at the ground on the other side, you prepared yourself to jump.

A yank at your neck made you fall backward with a pained choke. Your back hit the ground with a thud, and within your static senses, you could hear chains rattling. You felt yourself being pulled backward, causing your eyes to snap open in alert. Trailing your gaze along the chain of your metal choker, your heart slumped in defeat when you saw Chan standing on the other end, his hands tugging at his property.

Oh lord, you were gonna get punished. You were gonna get punished badly this time.

It was not a good day today. Everything started off well, though. He woke up in the morning, as per usual. You did not wake up this morning, which you used to do with him because your sensitive ears could not take his loud footsteps around the hut, so he made your breakfast that he placed on the table, and dropped enough logs by the fireplace so you could heat up your food if you so desired.

You have become docile. Part of him was guilty that it might have happened only because he punished you the other night for trying to escape. If he could have another chance, if he could change the route of your submission, he would. But what happened has already happened, there was no point in dwelling in it. All he could do now was to be better for you and hope that you’d stop thinking about leaving.

Because he has never once lied to you about what happened to your home. Your village was destroyed and your people were killed. He wasn’t sure if all of them were, and every day he headed out to hunt for food, as well as to investigate who the culprit was. Until he has that taken care of, until he found out who went after you and your kind, he refused to let you leave his hut, which he deemed was the safest place you could be in.

His investigation took a big toll today when he was confronted directly by those who had set your village on fire. A human, but not of the hunter's blood. Judging by the way the man was dressed, he could only guess that the man was of royalty, which would be the last puzzle that piece everything together—royalties who wanted to take the feline race for slavery purposes, as well as a means to better their future generations.

Royal blood and feline blood mixed together—beauty, seduction, smarts, and subpar natural instincts! What perfect being could they reproduce? The possibility is endless!

Chan was only a mere hunter. A low-class group that survived on communistic ideals as opposed to the kingdom dwellers and their death-capitalistic-traps. What could he do to help you? Nothing. He could do basically nothing but to keep you with him forever.

The discovery, and the realization, was an attack on both his effort and ego. All this time he spent investigating, letting his worry and anger for your family brew silently in him, has gone to waste. He realized how useless he actually was. With all the strength and muscles in the world, people like him were still no match for the luxury and gold that made up the extravagant kingdoms of the merchants and royals.

He was already down in the dumps, and now, he has gone back home to find that his once source of comfort was attempting to escape again.

You could imagine not only his disappointment, but his fury. You didn’t need to imagine, you could feel it in his actions, see it in his eyes, hear it in his grit—Chan has got an edge in him now, an edge that couldn’t be satisfied unless you get down on your knees and be the good girl you were always supposed to be.

“No! Wait, wait! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” You shrieked with the fumbles of your limbs when you felt yourself being dragged upward.

The back of your shirt collar was clutched tightly in his hand as he hoisted you up from the ground. He already went easy on you by not pulling a fist-full of your hair instead. Considering the madness that boiled in his brain after seeing you trying to get out from the window, that kind of brutality would not be unknown to him.

Dragging you by your shirt, he brought you over to his bed and shoved you down on the edge carelessly. You tried to scramble to your feet, tears already riddled in your eyes as fear struck your blood like a plague. The thumping of your heart became even more alarming when he pulled at the chain attached to your metal collar and chained it to the corner leg of his wooden bed, once again bounding you to one place.

“Now, I want you to listen,” he said with a daringly calming voice, something that did not match the roughness of his strength when he gripped your chin and turned your head up to look at him. He glared menacingly down at you, his face close. “I have had a monumentally bad day, and you have done everything to contribute to that by being a bad girl.”

He pulled you up easily, causing you to whimper. Sitting down on the edge of his bed, he grabbed you by your shoulders and flipped you on your tummy, leaning over his lap. You gasped at the familiar position—it should not be familiar, you were rarely put in this position, but the one time you did was a memory that never faded from you. Your mind and your body both knew what this meant, what laying on master’s lap like this meant.

This meant a punishment. This meant spanking and crying, and redness on your bum.

“You know what happens to bad girls, hmm? You know what happens when pets don’t listen to their owners?” Chan asked rhetorically, his hand swiftly pulling the hem of your skirt up to reveal your ass. His palm smoothed over your pantie and stopped at the top, ready to pull it down. “They get punished.”

You sobbed to yourself. Getting a spanking was the last thing you wanted. It made everything uncomfortable, especially since all you could ever do was sit and lay down. Not to mention it was humiliating; both from the fact that you refused to be acknowledged as a pet and to address Chan as your master, all the while being so super aroused by the power imbalance you two maintained within the punishment.

No! This was not supposed to be something you like! You should not want to be spanked! Stop thinking about his hands, stop thinking about the way pain could bring pleasure, stop thinking about the way he would gently rub your ass after he was done!

“I’m so–I’m so sorry,” you begged as you tried to arch your head up to look at him. Your ears were folded to exaggerate your genuine sorrow. “I’m sorry, please–I don’t want a spanking. I will do anything else, please!”

Your shrill voice made Chan pause. He contemplated the routes he could take, the many ways he would either forgive you and keep his image semi squeaky clean in your head, or use this chance to satisfy his own desires and needs. He peered down at you; trembling, shivering, ass up across his lap. There were hardly any ethical thoughts left in his head, he already knew the answer to his dilemma.

“Fine,” he groaned as he got you off of his lap and set you down on the floor.

You knelt before him with your head dipped so you wouldn’t have to make eye contact with him. Gratitude and relief resided in your chest as you rubbed your eyes of the salty tears. You occupied yourself with hiccuping and crying, so much that you missed the sound of fabric slipping from the skin until when you looked up again, and the relaxation that just entered you left with a gust of wind.

You were kneeling between his legs. His pants had dropped down to his ankles, and his—you gulped—thick cock stood long and hard in front of your face, the precum leaking from his tip rolled down his veiny shaft.

Your eyes rounded at the sight. Within your fearfully jumping heart, your tail and ears began to wag with a hint of excitement at the sight of his cock. Your eyes traveled down to his balls and you almost let a mewl past your lips as your thighs pressed tightly together; he could give you so much cum, you could breed you so well, he could fill you up so much there was no way you wouldn’t get knocked up.

“What would… what would you like me to do… Master…?” You asked timidly as you scooted closer to him.

Chan leaned his torso forward slightly. “You want to be a good girl for me again?”

You pursed your lips and nodded.

“Then suck my cock until I’m satisfied,” he said. “I promise I won’t spank you if you do that.”

This felt a little wrong. Somehow, this felt like a worse punishment than being spanked, but the pool developing between your legs was arguing otherwise. The way your instinct was to lean your face forward to his cock argued otherwise.

Putting your paws on the edge of the bed, you settled down at a better position and arched your head up. Squinting your eyes with reluctance, your chest inhaled sharply when you gave his cock a tiny lick. The precum leaked onto your tongue, bitter and salty, and it was every bit as great as you secretly imagine he could taste.

After planting kisses all over his cock, tasting and licking the precum off of him, you finally reached to the tip and took him in your mouth. The lodge you could feel, forcing your lips apart and filling your empty mouth, brought you a lewd sense of satisfaction, like the obsession of sucking on your thumb or the fulfillment of being full.

Your small hands settled at the base of his cock, just barely able to cover his shaft whole. They twisted and turned as you bobbed your head up and down his cock slowly, taking in the sensation of him rubbing all over your tongue while the presence of him fogged up your head with a crazed obsession.

“Master… hmm… Master…” you slurred out hazily, mixing your words between the suction of and kisses from your mouth. “Your cock… hmm…mmm… it’s so big…”

The more you suck on his cock, the more you let yourself moan around his tip, the more you felt yourself be drawn toward the lust. You wanted this, it kept telling you. You liked doing this, you liked how his cock fills up your mouth so sloppily and easily, you liked the way he smelt so familiar, like home.

This was all you were and all you could ever be—a slut who loves the feeling of having big cocks stuffed in her tiny mouth, a good little pet who would take her Master’s cock whenever she was told to and loves it.

Your ears flapped upon the moans from above. Chan was still holding himself together well. He sat with his torso slightly leaned backward, his weight being supported by his arms that stretched behind him. His head was thrown back occasionally, whenever you lick across his slit or when you suck gently at his head, otherwise he was always looking at you and watching as your pretty lips engulf him eagerly.

There was a stench in him, something that has always followed him around; some kind of bad luck, some kind of displeasure from the way life has worked its way for him. The stench was slowing coming to fade away, it seemed. It already started to do that the more you stayed in his home, albeit it wasn’t within your ability to choose. The fact that he got to take care of you, and that there have been certain moments that you two shared that were kind and gentle—it was already going away.

But it was going even further away now. The bad luck, the melancholy of life; it was going even quicker away from him as pleasure overtook him at this point.

You wrapped around him so well. He figured you would; you were always taking tiny nibbles of your food, a result of caution, and the way your lips worked left him no room for other imaginations. It was madly delightful to actually feel the warmth and wetness of your mouth, to feel the softness and the vibration, to hear your muffled moans as you drowned yourself in the daze of sucking his cock.

Your ears and tail perked suddenly when you felt a hand on your head. Your eyes widened as your mind cleared from the daydream it lingered in. Chan moved his palm on your hand from left to right, gently patting you as a silent form of praise. It took you a moment to register the joyous feeling, and when his big hand shifted over to the back of your sensitive ears as well, your tail quickly straightened up and you tensed with a high-pitched mewl.

“M–Master!” You squeaked, your tail wagging.

“I didn’t say you can stop, kitten.”

Chan chuckled under his breath when you whined and begrudgingly put his cock in your mouth again. The same faraway gaze you held came back to your eyes the second your tongue touched his tip, and you were back to mindlessly sucking on and licking his cock the way you were doing. His thighs tensed at the resurface of pleasure, feeling his sensitivity slowly starting to increase the more your little mouth slurped on his cock, but otherwise, he continued to pat your head as encouragement.

You leaned into his touch. Your tail unknowingly began to creep up his leg as your ears perked and twisted to meet his hand. Your mouth and hands worked their magic around his cock, giving yourself the satisfaction of being full as you basked in the taste of him, purring and humming. It was paradise for you. Having Chan so close and intimate, being literally all over him, felt safe to you.

“That’s a good girl…” Chan praised in a cooing manner, stroking your head as watching you smile against his cock. “You’re enjoying Master’s cock, aren’t you?”

You nodded, tail brushing against his skin upon the influx of adoration for the man above you, ears perked at the praise that you didn’t know you so desperately liked. Your voice was muffled but you continued to speak nonetheless. “Yes…” you sucked, making his cock throb, “I… mmm… I love Master’s… cock… I want… mhmm… I want more…”

Tilting his head, Chan blinked in confusion for a moment. You already have all of him, what more was it that you wanted? As your movement slowly began to grow erratically slow, seeming as if you were beginning to get desperate for something unknown to him, he carefully tapped your head and urged you to look up at him. You did, barely, and he swiped at your hair to keep them away from your face.

“What do you want, kitten?” He asked, his thumb rubbing circles near your forehead. “You have to tell Master, or else he can’t give you what you want.”

“I want more,” you whined after popping your mouth off of his cock. One of your hands stayed at the base of his shaft, still moving but slowly as if your thoughts were somewhere else, while your other hand traveled to the aching sea between your legs. You winced when you tapped your clit, already feeling how soaked the bud was, and you looked up at him. “Cock… inside… please…”

You rubbed circles at your clit, your thighs shivering and giving away slowly. Chan furrowed his brows at your action, surprised but mostly concerned at the level of intimacy you were initiating. He reached down to hoist you up on his lap, letting you straddle him and having to control himself when you moaned at the way his cock poked against your clothed entrance.

Your hands flew up to clutch his shoulders as you cried softly to him, your hips bucking and bucking pathetically to feel any sort of friction. Feeling some sympathy toward your ache, Chan allowed him gentle strokes against your panties; his thumb tapped your clit and his finger ran up and down your slit, occasionally poking inward. You whined even more at his torturous action, wanting nothing more than to be filled to the brim with his thickness.

“Master, please!” You begged, like a bitch in heat, “I want to be full! I want your cock inside me, I want more, Master! Please!”

The collar still hung heavy around your neck, he could see. It was glimmering like a heavyweight, pressuring his morals.

Status-wise, he should be able to make you do whatever he wanted you to do. If he wanted to fuck you, he should have already done it. He was more powerful than you, he was bigger and stronger than you; you were the one in a collar, he was the one controlling the leash. But he never did it because some part of him wasn’t immoral enough to force that choice away from you.

Even though you were begging for him right now, tears and whines mixed together in your neediness, he couldn’t bring himself to feel that he hasn’t, in some way, brain-washed you into wanting his cock, and therefore your want must not be genuine.

“Kitten–”

“No, I deserve it! I deserve to be punished–with Master’s cock inside me–hmm!” Your voice ended in a desperate squeal, and you bit your lower lip to suck in the drool out the corner of your mouth, an aftereffect of you grinding down on Chan’s fingers. “I’ve been–hmm! I’ve been a bad girl! I should be–ahh–punished!”

Chan sucked in a sharp breath. His cock twitched at your words; something about the fact that what you were begging for would probably be more of a reward than punishment to you was both hilarious and sexy to him. But no! This went against his conscience, he has got to refuse. And he was about to, lips parted and ready to speak until suddenly, you leaned in and kissed him.

Your arms went around his neck and you kissed him passionately. You lost the friction that his hand was creating when he reached up to steady your clumsy movement, causing you to whine into his mouth in disbelief. You needed more, you needed to feel something at your throbbing pussy again, so you resorted to grinding down on him.

Chan widened his eyes and pulled away quickly as if something in him snapped when he felt the shape and the wetness of your pussy against his cock. Blood pumped straight to the tip of his head, jolting him awake and arousing him immensely—shit! This wasn’t how things were supposed to go, but he has lost all forms of control when he got a small taste of how heaven feels like.

You yelped in surprise you felt yourself being lifted off his lap. For a moment, you were ready to frown and throw a hissy fit (at least a somewhat hissy fit), thinking that he was going to reject your offer despite you wholeheartedly begging him for it. You didn’t even know how you turned out to be this way; sucking his cock has flipped a switch in you and gotten you mortifyingly horny for him.

You wanted to be full, you wanted to be fucked and bred, you wanted his cock.

Flipping you over to lay on your stomach, leaning over the edge of the bed, Chan gripped your hips tightly and pulled your ass back toward him, lifting your feet off the ground a little at the height, making you feel his arousal against you. You gasped out a moan, your arms immediately flying back in hopes to touch even a little bit of his skin, and you turned your head to find his hooded eyes staring deliciously down at you.

“Master–”

“You are threading through dangerous territory here, kitten,” Chan whispered lowly into your ear after he leaned down to press his chest against your back. “You have no idea what you are asking for.”

You pursed your lips, causing the moan that you let out to be throaty and soft. Your mind has the feeling of his cock against your ass on full blast, drowning and consuming you, tempting you to press Chan’s buttons so he would give in and fully claim you as his, so he would fuck you so hard your pussy knows no other thing but to take and pleasure his cock.

“I know what I want, Master,” you whimpered out, “I am begging… for Master’s cock…”

Chan growled with a deep-seated anger that has long blended into the lust that surfaced all over his body. Taking one hand and clamping it over the back of your head, he pushed you down against the mattress harshly. His other hand positioned his cock at your wet entrance, flew to your hip and pulled you back against him as he slammed himself into you without a warning.

You gasped out a loud, muffled moan at the uncomfortable stretch that lasted far too short. You had wanted to feel him first, feel yourself be torn apart at the seams slowly and ravish in the loss of your sanity, but the way he was fucking you open so strongly right now was a sensation so incredible that you couldn’t find it in yourself an ounce of will to complain.

Your legs immediately gave out on you, but Chan was here to hoist you off the ground just enough for him to ram himself deep into your tight hole. He was pounding into you good, so good. With every thrust into your sweet little cunt, every kiss against your g-spot, you moaned a little louder for him. Your walls engulfed him so tightly, practically begging for more and more of his strength and his strokes, and the way you clenched around him whenever he opened your insides up only fueled him on.

“Mast–ahh! Master–Master–” You could barely form words with your drooling mouth as your hands gripped the covers to compensate for the pleasure you were feeling at your insides.

It was all too overwhelming for both you and him. The way your bodies complimented each other so well was incredible; your smooth skin and his rough scars, your short frame and his broad shoulders, your tiny hole and his thick cock. You felt safe and owned under his hold, and he felt the satisfaction of being able to protect something more delicate than himself.

“Oh god, my pretty kitten–mmm, my slutty kitten–” Chan grunted, leaving breathy moans between his words. “So fucking good, you and your tight, fertile pussy.”

You moaned at his words, and flashes of imagination where his cum leaked out of your hole made you clench and quiver around him. You wanted it, you wanted it so bad. You wanted to be bred, you wanted to feel Master’s hot load inside of you and making you warm, you wanted Master to release himself into you after he pinned you against the mattress and used you enough.

“Breed me, Master! Please breed me!” You pleaded after managing to turn your head to the side.

Chan growled, his cock twitching inside you as he dug his nails into your hips. “Bold little kitten,” he called, pushing your head further down the mattress as he sped up, making your eyes roll back. “Good little kittens do get what they want, though.”

He was pinning you down with his whole body now. Your small frame was caged beneath his big torso, his hands long found yours so he could hold them above your head, pinning you down still as your fingers loosely laced together. He buried his face to the back of your neck, taking in your sweet scent and leaving marks on your shoulders, all the while he continued to snap his hips against yours with increasing speed.

He has not said it enough but you made him feel incredible, you made him feel so good that he lost all control of himself.

“Master! Master! I’m–ahh, you’re going too fast! I’m gonna–” You trembled and trembled, feeling the pleasure in you building up the more he pounded into you. “Please let me cum, mmm! Please let me cum, Master!”

“Do it, kitten. Be a good girl and cum for me,” he encouraged softly despite the knots in him snapping one by one. “I’ll do it with you, okay? I’ll fucking–Cum for me, and I’ll breed you good–fuck! I’ll breed you so well, kitten, just cum for me.”

Upon his encouragement, you let yourself go freely and reached your orgasm once he thrust deep into you. Chan gritted his teeth upon the feeling of your sweet cum filling around him, creaming him up as he continued to fuck into you for his own high. Those moans of his were getting more and more out of control, and his movement was becoming more erratic by the second.

“Fuck, yes! Push back into me, kitten, just like that!” He whined out when he felt you clumsily trying to match his thrust, possibly trying to get him to shoot his load into you. He gripped your hands in his, his face pressing against your sweaty back. “Yes, yes! Make Master cum, you can it do, that’s a good fucking girl!”

Your ears perked up and his praise and you bounced back into him even more enthusiastically. With one last clench around his cock, he pushed himself into you, deep and hard, and he unloaded his cum deep into your womb. You whined with him, your eyes widening as he bred your fertile hole, as he filled your hole with his hot cum.

His body went limp on top of you for a moment, his chest heaving with deep breaths. Your trail wagged against his leg when he nuzzled his face to the back of your neck, and he stayed there despite having gained his energy back.

“Master…?” You called out to him after feeling that his breathing had slowed and calmed, wondering why he wasn’t awake yet.

Chan sucked in a deep breath then, nervous.

Well, he has gone ahead and done it. He fucked you, and even though you had asked him to do so, he wasn’t sure if you would ever suddenly change your mind about your permission. You could either be indifferent toward him or hate him even more than you already did before. Both of which were something he didn’t exactly want.

His mind continued to remind him of how this all happened in the first place—your escape and his anger, his anger and your family.

It was all his fault.

“I never lied to you, [Name],” he muttered. “I never lied to you about what happened to your village.”

You turned serious when you heard your name, which Chan rarely used. He had always addressed you with some form of pet names—kitty, kitten, good girl, bad girl. You liked it better when he used pet names.

“I don’t keep you here for myself, I truly don’t. All of this was to keep you safe from whoever destroyed your village and took your people,” he said as he slowly got up then.

You turned around and sat upon his bed, staring at him as he walked over to the corner of the bed, bent down, and unlocked the cuff around the bed leg. He moved over to you afterward and knelt down before you, his eyes solemn and his hands carefully as he insert the key to your collar and undid the lock.

“I guess I still should have given you a choice to leave, huh? That cage has done you no good, I suppose.” He laughed bitterly to himself as he stood up. Smiling down at you kindly, he stroked your head gently and laughed, again, when your ears reacted adorably to his touch. “I won’t chain you down anymore. You can leave whenever you want to.”

You stared at him innocently, your heart dropped when he removed his hand from your head. You were unsure of this feeling; whether it was fleeting or not, whether it came from the result of a sexual high or not. But one thing you did know—Chan was not a bad man. He was not at all a bad man.

The sound of your metal chain unlocking was a delightful sign of your freedom.

It was finally time for you to go, to leave this shabby hut you have been thrown into after being captured from your village.

The sound of your collar dropping on top of a wooden table was a delightful sign of your freedom.

But this time, you got off the bed and ran after Chan, putting him in your embrace.

This time, you finally wanted to stay.

#stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids dark hours #skz dark hours #chan smut #bang chan smut

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poodle! Lev would literally have a job💀Modeling collars but not you’re ordinary collar oh no! collars that are made from pearls, diamonds and all sorts of crystals! he’d be like the most famous poodle and he lives for it, especially when u tell him he’s such a good boy and how pretty he is. Praise kink go brrrr but also he would be mean if we get something wrong

i 100% agree with the first part, poodle!lev is dripping in jewels and the most expensive puppy perfumes. you have a few necklaces and bracelets that match a few of his collars and he absolutely loves when you wear them, licking your face and jumping all over you, so happy that he and master match!!

now i do think that he’s a diva, but i also think that he thinks you can do no wrong. if something goes wrong or an error is made, it’s anyones fault BUT yours. oh his food order is wrong? it must have been the delivery man, lev is going to glare and bark so rudely at him the next time he sees him. one of his collars got messed up? it was that stupid groomer! master we have to switch to a new one!

a precious little dive who loves you so much!

-eden<3

#eden !!#puppy!lev !!#poodle!lev !!#petboy mart !!#puppyboy aisle !!#haikyuu petboys #haikyuu petboys !!#petboy shitposts !!

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'Til you scream my name | GioLena.

CW: (in)appropriate use of stands, GER and Gio giving the real gold experience aka double penetration, mentions of safe word, oral sex (m/f receiving), everyone says GER is ugly but hahaha he makes my brain go brrrr, soft Giobaby, overstimulation, a bit of edging, implied size kink, implied creampie, stand play stand playyy.

Summary: newly weds doing something they were planning for a while */eyes emoji eyes emoji* uwuwuwuwu set right after the honeymoon.

Word count: 2499. Poorly proofreaded.

Kinda based off Adam Lambert - for your entertainment.

Fingers tracing over the edge of the silk stockings wrapped around her legs, a small groan rumbles through his chest as the sound of mouths colliding fills the room in the soft and warm glow of the low lights. The smell of candles and roses intoxicating as a breathless moan sounds —this time, coming from her and stealing a smirk from him. Humming in response, one of his legs settles between hers as Giorno bends down enough to leave a trail of kisses over her jawline and neck, stopping only to smirk everytime she arches against his touch, shuddering under his ministrations.

“Are you sure about this, love?” he whispers then, stopping to speak against her ear. He watches in delight as she opens her eyes, flipping her head softly to the side to send a wild curl behind. The blown pupils almost hide the brown irises making him twitch, a sudden rush of adrenaline that has him sucking in a breath in a mix of expectation and adoration —a dangerous mix that he knows will give them a good time.

“Yes.” a breathless laugh and she leans in, kissing his lips, fingers tracing his shoulder, noticing how his muscles flex under her touch. “Are you sure?” she asks and pulls back enough to look at him properly, eyes traveling between his pink lips, reddish from the exchange of kisses and the few bites given and received —green eyes flicking to her red lips, swollen and calling for more of his kisses.

Giorno’s calloused palms leave her legs, traveling upwards —touching her hips with temptation and almost pulling her impossibly closer when they get to her waist. It happens slowly, but oh so fast for her need. The brief moment his hands leave her body to settle into her arms feels like a breathless second, one he takes to collect his thoughts, trying to think rationally over the lust that had set in.

“Yes.” In that moment, Gold Experience Requiem’s fingers ghost over her shoulder as one of his arms circles her waist from behind, pressing himself against her —the stand’s mouth resting into the nape of her neck, expecting his master’s approval, as well as her consent. In consequence, Helena’s lips twitch upwards and her eyes close, relaxing into their touch, tentatively rolling her head back against the stand’s shoulder, and pressing a kiss against his cheek.

“Lena.” Giorno’s grave voice interrupts her, slipping a few fingers under her jaw. When their eyes meet he asks. “What’s the safe word?”

She smiles, a jolt of excitement and joy filling her, both with humor and want. “Cacao—” a laugh escapes her and both Giorno and Gold Experience Requiem seem to focus on the sound before she goes silent, glancing at his stand and then at him before she asks. “You know you can say it too, right?”

Giorno hums, locking eyes once more —the smile he gives her enchanting before Gold Experience’s hands sneak upwards, touching her chest for a moment, enough to make her bite her lip, throw her head back and whisper the nickname given to the stand in his ear.

Giorno’s hands leave her front —in fact, his presence is too sudden for her not to notice. The way his bigger form always warms her up is something she misses instantly as she opens her eyes, finding him sitting on the bed, watching with the same look he carries around his allies: the boss look, as she calls it. Cold and calculating. This time, however, it holds an unmistakable glint of lust.

“Mistress,” Goldie calls, gripping at her hips as he starts walking, effectively coaxing her into moving. She notices how the stand is walking up to his user, who waits with his hands on his thighs. “—mistress,” he says again and this time she hums, turning to look at him. Gold Experience nods when Giorno’s hand grasps around her hip, bringing her into his lap until she’s straddling him —the stand walks around the bed silently, sitting at the center of it.

“If anything hurts tell me, and we’ll stop.” Giorno’s words slip in between kisses as he turns around, laying her on the bed —Gold Experience Requiem’s lap serves as her pillow as he plays with her hair, leaning when Giorno starts to make his way down, staying at her collarbones so he can leave his mark.

“I wonder how pretty you’ll look —” he whispers and Goldie follows him. “I bet you’ll look better than you do in my thoughts.”

Helena whimpers as Gold Experience shifts the lingerie into flowers that fall into the bed before turning into the original item. Throwing her head aside, she’s met with Gold Experience’s lips.

“It’s not the moment to get shy, mistress.” he whispers, letting his palm rest over her chest, where he notices the way her breathing speeds as Giorno starts kissing her inner thighs, getting closer and closer to where she needs him the most: and when he's finally there, kissing and licking gently at first she trembles, breathing pausing for a moment before a moan falls from her lips, making the stand look down at his user, who stares back at him and then at his wife.

Both sets of eyes stare at her when Giorno’s tongue joins the equation, watching her as her back arches off the bed when Gold Experience enhances her sensations —a loud moan giving them the right signal. Pulling away so he kneels between her legs now, Giorno stands from the bed, giving her a smirk when she whimpers, trying to reach out for him as Gold Experience leaves her to leave the bed.

Switching places, Giorno sits behind her, resting his hands on her chest, where his fingers toy with her nipples in constant motions —his clothes, she notices, have been turned into flowers too.

“Baby,” the Don whispers into her ear as Gold Experience kneels between her legs, gripping himself and rubbing the head along her entrance. “Tell us, how much do you want this?”

Silent, Lena’s hands reach back and down, respectively, to pull them closer. First, she kisses and bites Goldie's lip before twisting her head to give Giorno the same kiss and bite —pulling away, she blinks slowly at Giorno and he smirks.

Easing himself inside, Goldie’s fingers sink into her thighs as he does; Lena’s mouth hangs open as Giorno draws soothing motions around her ribcage.

“Mistress, let me know wh—

“Please,” she interrupts the stand, gripping at Giorno’s arms —eyes half closed and lipstick faded, distributed between her husband and his stand’s mouths.

Giorno and Gold Experience lock eyes —when Giorno nods, Goldie starts moving, placing a hand over her stomach as he starts to speed up. Helena moans, tilting her head back looking for Giorno’s lips. He meets her midway, kissing her and swallowing her moans, hands grabbing at her chest; he’s feeling every single stroke on himself, as if it was him. It drives him wild, but he’s trying to hold back for her.

Feeling himself at the edge from the stronger sensation, he curses low, voice raspier as Gold Experience stops, breathing frantic as he stays inside, twitching, but complaining to his user’s intentions.

“Cazzo —” a moan betrays him as the waves of his and Goldie’s sensations crash, leaving him panting. “Turn around —on all fours.”

Pulling out, Gold Experience and his user switch positions again, both giving quick, lustful looks at Helena, who’s still laying down, panting.

“You good?” Giorno asks as he kneels behind her —watching as she struggles to get in position, as her legs seem to shake from the slight overstimulation from before.

“Yes,—” she answers, watching as Gold Experience sits before her —upon the sight she blushes, realizing what’s next but not complaining. “—It’s just that Goldie enhanced my senses too much, but I’m okay.”

Giorno hums, muttering something she can’t hear before he’s guiding himself in, waiting for her to give him a sign so he can keep up —when she looks back, with Gold Experience’s cock already in her hand, he pushes in, almost immediately setting a fast, rough pace as she tries to suck the stand off.

Gold Experience’s hands come down to her hair, trying to get it into a ponytail that ends up being a messy one as Giorno’s nails sink into her hips, where he grips hard enough to leave marks —both close as they keep going, encouraged by her breathy moans and low calls of their names.

And suddenly she’s gasping, moaning around Gold Experience as Giorno’s hands grip at her hips hard enough lo leave marks in the morning; it becomes too much soon but it makes her lock eyes with the stand as she arches her back, feeling the way the sensations keep building and building in her lower belly until her mouth falls open with moans escaping uncontrollably when she reaches her high: trembling and burying her face into the mattress only to be gently coaxed into glancing at Gold Experience’s eyes when she’s still deep into it even when Giorno pulls away, edging himself, but smirking at the sight.

“Gio,” she whispers between raged breaths, looking back at him still from her position. Cheeks red and eyes completely blown out. Giorno hums, a finger tracing her spine, waiting for her to talk. “Do you still want it?”

Giorno goes silent for a moment, eyes finding hers —and then studying her expression. Soft, needy. Compliant but still independent: able to consent.

“Only if you want to.”

She hums, kneeling with shaking legs —Gold Experience reaches forward, rubbing soothing patterns around her tighs as Giorno’s arm sneaks around her waist to keep her safe.

“Let’s try it.”

The Don nods, helping her off the bed —his arm tightens its hold around her waist so she can stand at his side while Gold Experience sits at the edge of the bed, gesturing to let them now he’s ready —helping her move, he sets her on his lap, leaning back so he’s laying in the bed with his legs hanging off it, flexed so Giorno can stand between them, without having to get into the bed.

“Aren’t you a bit sensitive still, mistress?”

She shakes her head, “I’m fine.”

Gold Experience hums, helping her seat herself on his cock while Giorno steps aside, retrieving a condom and lube from the nightstand. Tearing it open and sliding the condom down himself, he pumps himself a few times, enjoying the view of his wife cockwarming his stand while he gets ready to—

He grunts, snapping out of his thoughts to spread a good amount of lube on him, throwing the bottle aside. Leaning in to kiss her shoulder, his lips brush against her skin when he speaks, voice an octave deeper. “Remember the safe word, doll.”

She hums and he presses the tip in, feeling her tense —Goldie’s fingers start tracing around her hip as he reaches around for her clit, teasing it before she hums pleasantly so he pushes in more.

The process goes on and on until he’s fully seated inside, chest heaving as he tries to come to terms with the sensations of his stand and his own —he’s touching, fucking his wife with his stand: every touch feels stronger, much more pleasant. And from the way she’s panting and gripping Gold Experience’s shoulders, it might be even better.

“Tell me when you’re ready.” He whispers again, finding it hard to focus, to even get the words right —but he still tries, and it comes out better than he expected.

A moment passes before she whimpers out her approval, leaning so she’s half laying on top of Gold Experience, face hidden into his neck and arms around his neck.

Both user and stand start moving in sync immediately. Careful at first, slow and gentle as she starts to get used to the feeling. After a while she starts to buck into them, trying to follow their rhythm —said action is taken as the approval for them to go faster. Setting a new pace, not rough but not slow either, the room soon fills with the sounds of their bodies colliding and moans, pants and grunts.

“Gio—” she moans out, burying her face into Goldie’s chest as both keep moving, with Giorno going slower, as he’s busier leaving a trail of hickeys around her neck and shoulders. He grunts in a signal that he’s listening, smoothing the pain with a kiss in the last.

“I can’t— I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” he grunts out, steeling himself so he can go faster, gripping at her hip with one hand and her shoulder with the other “—inside?”

She hums, throwing her head back when her orgasm hits her, shaking and bucking against them as they keep moving, closer to their own highs.

“Almost there, baby.” Giorno whispers again, watching as she lays on Goldie for support.

It doesn’t get too much before Giorno bites on his lip, closing his eyes when the strength of Goldie’s and his own release hit him, making him lean into her as his hips keep going for the last thrusts, lips attached to her shoulder.

When he feels like he can walk again, he pulls out, slowly walking up to the bathroom, where he disposes of the protection. Stepping back into the room, he finds Gold Experience already cuddling her —she’s shaking as Goldie wipes her eyes and Giorno sits down, letting his warm palm soothe her arm. His voice sounds gentler when he asks, worried he might have overstepped her boundaries. “Did I hurt you?”

She shakes her head, turning to look at him —he can see she was not crying. “I got a bit oversensitive, but nothing uncomfortable.” she then smiles at him, settling into the stand’s embrace once more.

Silence fills the room once more as Giorno stares at her, feeling his heart expand on his chest —pure adoration as he watches her, naked and vulnerable. Loving and soft.

She laughs suddenly, laying on her back —she frowns a little when she tries to move her legs, but it soon disappears— and the action makes Giorno smile, her happiness contagious as Goldie just watches, curious.

“You two just fucked my brains out.”

Honeypie by Johnny Utah plays from their shared playlist as Giorno flips the pancake, watching over it. His hair is still messy from the night before and slightly damp from falling asleep with it still wet from their shower, but his expressions are calm as he cooks breakfast for his sleeping wife.

A pair of arms sneak around his waist and he smiles at the feeling of her warmth pressed against his back —he recognizes the sleeves as the ones from his black hoodie she claims to love.

“Hi baby.” he greets, feeling her hum against his back in a greeting. “How are your brains? —still fucked out?”

She laughs.

#n sfw ish #GioLena

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plum-pudding-and-honey · 3 years

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MONTHLY RANGE : Eight & Charley & C’rizz (1/2)

Scherzo - 2.5/5 : So... I really don't know how to rate it. Because I recognise the brilliance of the thing (excellent way of using the audio medium, the sound creature was brilliantly creepy and the atmosphere is so cringy but in a good way? Also Paul McGann and India Fisher are excellent and they do have good chemistry together). But I'm not a fan of Eight/Charley so this was kinda … annoying? I liked how the Doctor/companion relationship is explored and I like the fact that companions are memento mori (a nicer way of saying "pets", the Master gets it) but I really hated the idea that Charley was the first one the Doctor really loved (lol no) because like Rose and Clara, Charley is supposed to be """special""" (the difference being that Rose and Clara actually believe that they are special, it's not the case for Charley which is why I don't hate her with all my guts like the other two) in her relationship to the Doctor. Each and every companion has a special relationship with the Doctor, no one is special and the Doctor (whatever the incarnation) loves them all. Period. So yeah, having them mopping for two hours about "You said you loved me, you didn't mean it", "But I love you", "No, I don't love but actually I do, I'm just trying to protect you." was annoying. Just say you love each other, kiss or whatever and move on, but don't linger on it for THREE episodes, thank you very much. And then in the last part, the Doctor admits that he loves all his companions, so yeah great, but what was the point of saying that Charley was the first one half an hour before except pissing me off greatly? Despite all this, this was still a good illustration of my Eight-treats-his-companions-like-shit thesis. (Also, forgot to mention, Eight at the beginning whining about loses his senses … annoyingly brillant and sent me huge Eleven vibes). So yeah, I love some of it and hate other bits, so I guess I'll settle for something in the middle, rating-wise.

The Creed of the Kromon - 2/5 : It was going well pretty much until the end first part. Then it became a huge disappointment. We have two female characters, Charley and L'da, and they're both reduced to being reproductive tools for the Big Bad Bugs of the week and despite saving L'da being C'rizz motivation from the beginning, he just shoots her when he finds her without even considering trying something else to help her, I mean it's not like she begged that bad. And then he's ready to do the same to Charley. Great. Way to go. I hope this trigger-happy tendency will be corrected soon because I do find him an interesting character - I mean he's rough around the edges but there's way for amazing character development so please don't screw this up. The chameleon concept is also great (and wouldn't work on visual medium, let's be honest). Consider me hooked up for the Kro'ka/C'rizz arc (which I don't remember at all btw so that will be like listening to it for the first time). Also, I have to add that Eight's laugh in this episode cleared my skin, watered my crops and all of this. Also! I’m glad to have a Doctor + two companions dynamic, I really love it

The Natural History of Fear - 4/5 : So this was weird. I mean most of Eight's adventures in the main range are weird but this is another level of weird. Like they're really taking meta to the next stage. I don't have much else to say to be honest, except that it was difficult to follow at times but that I obviously loved the 1984 vibes. THIS IS THE VOICE OF LIGHT CITY. WELCOME TO YOUR NEW WORK DAY. TODAY IS HIGH PRODUCTIVITY DAY. Also that end twist *shocked*

The Twilight Kingdom - 2.5/5 : That's not particularly memorable. It really struggles to keep us hooked up for two hours and it didn't really work for me : I've lost interest and let my mind drifted several times and I was still able-ish to understand what was going on. That's not a good sign, people. The interesting bit was at the end with the return of the Kro'ka and how the mystery thickens about this weird place. Also Eight yelling "RASSILLON" at the end … someone's mad at daddy. We get to know a bit more about C'rizz which is always good to take since last episode didn't offer us any insight on his person at all. There's something definitely shifty and not coherent at all about him, like he's supposed to be a pacifist monk and yet, he's a pretty violent lad (I mean, this episode doesn't really count, he was controlled, but in the Creed of the Kromon he's not particularly gentle), which he acknowledges himself (I mean it could just be that being enslaved by the Kromon changed the man that drastically, but still...)

Faith Stealer - 3.5/5 : Ah! Finally we learn a bit more about C'rizz and we address what the hell happened in the Creed of the Kromon. Although, did he just get brainwashed into getting rid of his guilt, just like that? Because if that's the case, I'm gonna be very disappointed. I mean, I don't want him to suffer or anything but it all seemed a bit easy. Also, yeah, poor C'rizz, easily manipulated and preyed on by pretty much anyone is this freaking universe - can anyone give him a break for a second please? (also, is strangling Charley going to be a recurring thing or what? Because that is NOT ok, writers, no matter how much Charley jokes about it afterwards). Anyway, the plot was ok, the multihaven (or whatever the name of this place was, I don't remember) is an interesting concept (even more relevant today) and I really liked the idea that it's completely ok for anyone to worship literally anything without judgement.

The Last - 3/5 : Excelsior used a nuclear weapon to end a never-ending war and killed most of her people in the process? Excuse me? The unpredicted parallel with the Doctor and the Time War is up the roof people. And so I can't help thinking that this story would have been much better in a shorter version with a post Time War Doctor (can you see this with Nine, Rose and Jack? Because I definitely can and I'm not ok). Anyway. Charley doesn't get strangled this time but choked with a pillow. I don't know, do the writers have a kink about strangling/choking/killing women? And her death was the least credible possible with the Doctor moving on from it like twenty seconds after and absolutely not going into huge drama/self pity/extreme guilt mode, so you know she won't stay dead very long. I liked C'rizz very much here, he's actually growing on me much more than Charley. I like his loyalty and the fact that he has a much darker side, when it's actually well exploited.

Caerdroia - 5/5 : gfvbvgttybvgf THREE EIGHTS THREE EIGHTS T H R E E E I G H T S it's more than I can take. Hmm. So, i love the first part where the Doctor takes a nap (he deserves it) and sass the Kro'ka into telling him where the TARDIS is. I love him. Then we gets three versions of Eight and that's when I completely lost it. I also quite liked the crazy vibe of this episode, which felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland (again). The labyrinth part (or is it a maze??) was quite well done and the fact that it feeds off the Doctor, Charley and C'rizz subconscious was a nice to get to know them a bit more (especially C'rizz, whose annoyance with Tigger!Eight was very relatable). Charley and Eeyore!Eight was also priceless to be honest. And finally, finally, we get the TARDIS back and yeeeah! Also the Kro'ka is a frog vbyvegbvfy I can't

The Next Life - 2/5 : Excuse me but did this thing need to be that sexist? I mean... even Eight was a bit borderline a couple of times. I hated Charley in this episode, I hated how quick she was to judge C'rizz and how jealous she is throughout this audio when she's never really struck me as being jealous, especially not of C'rizz of all people. And it's a shame, really, because I was starting to think that maybe, she was getting less annoying. And most of all I HATED how her interactions with Perfection were depicted, how they bicker about the Doctor and, like, I get that it makes sense with Perfection being Zagreus and all, but it was very poorly brought, and ... just no. Also Perfection's relationship with Kip ... brrrr. Again, no. The plot in itself was not particularly memorable. It ends the Divergent Universe arc properly, the idea of this universe being in a constant cycle was kinda interesting and made sense with everything we had learnt so far so that's that. It was also nice to get to know more about C'rizz and I really like him more than Charley, and I hope he'll have a proper chance to find out who he is now. I'm definitely disappointed with this audio, it was way too long and problematic. (Just kudos for the Grace reference ... and it's made me miss Grace so I might rewatch the movie as a treat)

Overall opinion : Well I’m glad this is over. The Divergent Universe was an interesting concept but the quality of the episodes overall wasn’t very good and the way women are treated/depicted here is just a big NO. Big kudos for Caerdroia which was a nice surprise. The Natural History of Fear and Faith Stealer are good too, not as much though, and the rest, I’ll probably forget very soon, just like I did the first time. The only good thing to come out of this is my boy C’rizz

#doctor who #eight #eighth doctor #charley pollard #c'rizz #divergent universe #scherzo #the creed of the kromon #the natural history of fear #twilight kingdom #the last #caerdroia #the next life

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