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shuririsecretl0v3r · 4 months

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the rush

pairing: shuri x riri

warnings/ situations: suggestive themes~ teasing, sneaking around, heavy PDA, very touchy touchy but that’s as far as it gets; caught in the act

a/n: hello beauties💕💕! this is wayy over due shuriri week maybe over but these two are frolicking around my mind 24/7. this is my first time writing some with so much intimacy so bare with me😭😭🙏🏾. please enjoyyy and lmk what you think.

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“ I look around and I get that rush

Baby, 'cause tonight I'ma tryna catch that

Feelin', Mm

You just my type

I really wanna feel it

I want your leg against my thigh

I want the rush “

It’s been two years since Queen Ramonda had passed and life as Shuri knew it never was the same. Having to accept the cruel reality of losing all of her family members and taking up the duties as Black Panther wasn’t making it easier either. Everyday felt like a burden and she somewhat felt guilty for even being able to live while all of her family resided in the Ancestral Plane. She would have drowned in her own sorrow had it not been for ngelosi yam ( my angel ) sent from Bast herself.

Riri Williams, the young American scientist who somehow managed to rope herself into some serious trouble had caught the attention of the Princess. Shuri didn’t know if it was from her brilliant mindset or her unapologetic cocky confidence with a beautiful face. Getting to know her was even better cause under all that tough skin was a young girl trying to repair her past by being a hero for the future. She too had her own experience with the loss of family and ones she dearly loved so leaning on her even just for a little while was easy and comforting.

The two were inseparable soon after. Before the thought of dating even occurred, they were good friends. They kept in contact once she had to go back home. Early-morning texts and late-night calls held them surprisingly well. Call it trauma bonding, but Riri kept her steady. Shuri was able to feel again and heal herself well. With Riri by her side, she too soon gained her confidence back and helped rebuild Wakanda into a new era of life, both of which created new and improved safety protocols for the nation.

Life was beginning to look brighter for the Panther. Her feelings for Riri grew more intense each and every day to the point she couldn’t handle them any longer. To her clueless surprise, the young American scientist was just as in love as she was. And their relationship flourished since that moment. The two didn’t know how to announce their relationship so they thought it best to be discreet for now, but that didn’t stop them from secretly knowing looks and lingering touches every time they were near each other. The women were very much in love and everyone could see it, yet waited patiently for the news.

They couldn’t help it either. Long distance was a struggle for them, but that made each moment they spent together heavenly and intense. Cause once the two were reunited things always got a little handsy. This moment was no different either.

Riri finally had time to come back to Wakanda making it almost 5 months since both of them had ( touched ) seen each other. The moment she laid eyes on her Riri, she was astonished. Riri had her hair in a style called butterfly locs with some of them half in a ponytail and half down her back while two locs hung in her face. She wore a black crop top shirt that read “ babygirl “ which was bedazzled in rhinestones and had on black baggy sweatpants that she immediately recognized were hers. Everything about Riri was absolutely alluring to her. The young scientist was blossoming into her young adult self and it had the Panther ready to pounce on her in front of the whole lab.

The two hugged each other, missing the feeling of each other’s skin both seemingly having to keep composure over themselves. Once they released each other, both went straight to work. Though Shuri’s mind was elsewhere captured by the presence of her lover. She couldn’t help but scan down her muscular toned body. Having to operate her suit definitely took a toll on her body in the best way. The longer she stared engraving every detail of the young woman’s body again. Remembering her soft spots, the way she smells, and how soft her skin feels underneath her fingertips. That’s when she notices how every time Riri raises her arms even slightly, her new now freshly healed back tattoo just peeking out to her. At that moment Shuri could not contain her desire to herself.

“ Hey Ri can I talk to you for a minute “ before Riri could even respond Shuri grabbed her hand dragging her out of the lab and down to her living quarters. Not even making it halfway down the hall, Shuri pulls Riri behind a pillar and crashes their lips together. They groan in unity both relieved by the taste and feeling of one another. So caught up in the moment not even caring that they were still in the halls of the palace for anyone to see.

Riri pulls away trying to catch her breath. “ You just couldn’t help yourself could you ? “ she says while laughing at her. Shuri just smiles and bites her lip.

“ I could never contain my love for you, “ she says while twirling one of her locs with her finger. She stares deep into those big brown eyes of Riri's, thanking Bast for reuniting them together at last. “ I need you sthandwa sam (my love). Will you let me have you ? “ pure desire oozes through the Panther’s voice as she pulls Riri’s body closer to hers again. Grabbing her by the head, Riri gives her what she needs. The energy shifts during this kiss both women completely drunk off each other’s lips. At this point, a couple of Doras roam the halls stumbling on both women quickly retreating to where they were giving the two privacy.

Shuri’s hands caress every inch of her body, getting the familiar feeling of her again. Riri lifts her leg snaking it around Shuri’s waist, opening herself more to the Panther. In one swift move, Shuri picks her up carrying her the rest of the way. Not bothering to look where she’s going only trusting her instincts as their minds flooded with lust. Riri softly traces her fingertips up and down the Panther’s neck sending shivers down her spine. Rushing into her living quarters, Shuri heads for the bed plopping her right in the center. She climbs on top of her, aligning them face to face. Beginning to shower her in kisses from her forehead to neck slowly making her way down savoring the moment afraid she might slip away from her again. Riri had other plans though, clawing at the hem of Shuri’s pants wanting all of her now. Shuri chuckles at her eagerness, moving her hand off of her. She towers over Riri starting to remove her clothes herself till a voice chimes in out of thin air.

“ Panther, there is a lab emergency that requires you and Miss Williams's assistance, “ Griot said suddenly snapping the pair out of their trance. Completely forgotten about the lab and the work that needs to be done, they both laugh realizing how much they might have missed each other. They fix themselves up and head back to the lab. Putting their needs on hold, drowning themselves into work. Hours pass through rapidly, plenty of things to fix filling the time. Sunset is almost upon them leaving the lab mostly empty except for a few scientists finishing up.

Riri was at her station tidying up her area not noticing the Panther creeping up behind her. That’s when she feels her hands pressing into her sides firmly trapping her between the table and her lover. Shuri moves her hair out of the way and kisses down her neck flowing through her sweet spots. Riri immediately arches her back letting the Panther consume her with love. One hand still gripping her side while another begins to trail down to the waistband of her sweats. Riri sucks in her breath, careful to keep quiet in case others are still around.

The two once again caught up in each other's bodies not noticing Ayo arriving in the lab. There to retrieve the Panther for the council meeting, Ayo looks around for her stumbling on both of them pressed up against a station table not caring to check their surroundings. Though she did not wish to disturb them, the matter was urgent.

“ Ahem “ Ayo spoke loudly, startling Shuri and Riri who quickly unraveled each other. They spot the General coming towards them as they embarrassedly fix themselves for the second time today. “ Apologies, Panther did not wish to disturb you two, but King M’Baku and the Elders require your attendance for the council meeting, “ she said.

Shuri completely forgot about the meeting only having Riri racing through her mind. Riri giggles a little knowing it was her fault for this forgetfulness. She looks over at her laughing and pulls her back closer to her body smiling deeply. “ Yes of course. Please let the King and the Elders know I’m heading towards them now “ she replied. Ayo nods her head and salutes the Panther as she turns to exit the lab.

“ Well, I guess the secrets out. She'll definitely tell everyone how she just caught us in this lab “ Riri whines.

“ Too late for that we’ve already been caught Ri. I saw some Doras spot us in the hallway earlier “ she said while chuckling. Shocked she kept that from her, Riri playfully hits her a couple of times. She grabs her hands to dodge her attempts to strike her. Bringing them to her lips, she gently kisses her palms. The two never missing a moment to show affection for each other.

“ See ya back at the room? “ Riri asks.

“ Yeah, I’ll see you “ the pair kiss goodbye and go their separate ways hoping for no more distractions for the rest of the day.

#Spotify #avworks #shuriri #riri williams #shuri udaku #shuririweek2024 #alexa v #shuririweek #shuri x riri #black panther #ironheart

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synf3ll · 10 months

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unpopular opinion, apparently, but it is so rude and unnecessary to say that people who consider their F/Os important in their lives are stupid and need to get other hobbies.

recently, a poll went around that asked about whether or not having an F/O is considered cheating to an IRL partner. the poll in-and-of itself is completely fine and respectful, but some of a lot of the notes on it were very disrespectful.

(everyone in this post being used as examples has their usernames cropped out -- they do not deserve direct harrassment, please do not go seeking them out. i don't mean to single out these people specifically, i am only using their comments because i remembered them and feel they're good representations of a larger problem.)

these comments come from a different post which was influenced by the poll i mentioned:

(do i need to explain why calling this sort of mindset "insane" is inappropriate lol)

it is not your place to tell someone where their F/O stands in their life. if, to them, a partners' attraction towards fictional characters feels inappropriate, it is their right to discuss it with their partner and work it out. if someone wants to avoid certain people because they believe their friends would be uncomfortable, it's not your job to tell them they can't do that.

maybe it's ridiculous to you. i can understand how that might be. but some of us have worse social difficulties than you -- personally, i don't have friends. i don't have family. of course my F/O is the most important person in my life; i don't have anyone but them. yes, it's fucking pathetic, but you are not my therapist. who do you think you are to tell people they need to get a life? don't you think i (and people like me) have been trying?

do you not remember that this is a coping skill for some people? obviously, escapism is not the best coping mechanism as it encourages disconnection with reality in vulnerable people, but there's far worse things to use as coping mechanisms. it's only a "not appropriate" coping mechanism when it is directly harming other people -- taking selfshipping seriously does not harm other people. (i guess one could argue it might harm the user, but we all know what the consequences might be and actively choose to continue, so we accept responsibility for whatever happens.)

all of this feels very anti-fictosexual and anti-aspec. sorry we'd rather be in fictional relationships than real ones? and i do agree that it's over-the-top to end relationships solely because of this, but again, it's not our place to decide that for other people.

and i'd argue it's borderline ableist to insist we need to drop fictional characters for real people. i've been trying in the best way i know how, but i still can't form relationships. maybe it's the autism, maybe it's the attachment disorder, but people just don't like me and i don't like them. i turned to fictional relationships because i was tired of putting everything into real relationships and getting nothing in return. it's less exhausting, caring for someone who isn't real, than caring for people who have the potential to care for you and still don't. it's easy for people to say stuff like this when they have IRL relationships to fall back on.

it is fine and okay for people to have different levels of importance in regards to their F/Os. some people are very casual about selfshipping, some are not. that's how it is with literally everything. not everything is important to everyone and that's fine and good, but you don't get to be an asshole to people who have different opinions about it.

#selfship #self ship #self ship community #discourse #fictosexual #fictoromantic #og

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merakiui · 1 year

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The fact that Riddle's dick is average sized means it would be easier for you to take him entirely in your mouth. So that's definitely a plus in my book, it would make me feel accomplished lmao

Yes!!! Good mindset to have!!! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

What’s so great about Riddle is he’s so touch-starved and so very inexperienced, so it’s fairly easy to get him to cum and even easier to rile him up/fluster him. <3 all it really takes is some smoldering eye contact, tell him he’s your good boy, take him fully in your mouth and he’s gone. Tears rolling down his cheeks, fingers buried in your hair, sloppily bucking his hips because your mouth is so warm and wet and it feels so good inside. Either that, or he’s biting his wrist so you won’t hear how obscenely vocal he is, all whines and whimpers and gasps and groans.

Although I think once Riddle feels more confident with sex he is so fun and hot (not that he wasn’t before). You just have to spend some time getting him to realize he has certain tastes and kinks because he’s probably never thought about it much before, far too consumed with academics and other responsibilities to consider his preferences. He’ll press the toe of his heeled boot into your crotch, trace a riding crop along your thighs or ass, maybe even mark you with a few hickeys if he’s daring and feeling particularly envious or playful. And maybe leave some on him in return in places that are difficult to hide just so he can gripe about it (i.e. he likes the way the love bites look on him because they came from you, and maybe he’ll be just a little bold and let one peek out. Although I think he’ll quickly grow flustered if Cater or Ace tease him or if Trey gives him a knowing smirk and then it’s back to being swiftly covered).

After all, this is how he looks when smirking. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t be occasionally devious or possessive with you!

#twisted chit chat #n/sfw #scaranya #need to have a fwb dynamic with riddle where it feels like what a chase atlantic song sounds like orz orz orz #riddle could not fuck to chase atlantic T_T #he would listen to the lyrics and be like 'how is drug use hot???? what is this about drinking and car sex???????'#aaaaa riddle is so cute <3 i love him TvT

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rollercoasterwords · 1 year

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Yes yes yes to all of your points about jegulus and the capitalism of fandom as a whole. I find the whole thing so interesting in a mildly terrifying way lmao

One thing I’ve noticed with jegulus on TikTok that I’ve never really registered seeing with another ship (tho I could obviously be wrong, thx algorithm) is that people advertise their fics in a way I’ve not really seen before in forms of countdowns and trailers pre posting. And yes be proud of what you’ve created, I am the biggest supporter of tooting your own horn but sometimes it feels a little… off to me. Like almost like people are viewing fic writing as becoming ‘content creators’ and trying to go viral with these pieces of work in the same way that art and TikToks goes viral. And with the marauders and jegulus in particular being such a TikTok heavy fandom (as you pointed out in your essay) maybe that’s why it’s more apparent, because a lot more people interacting with this subsection of the fandom have been ‘raised’ (for lack of a better word) to view the internet as a place where the point is to go viral and become well known, so to create art for the sake of creation is an entirely alien concept. So why would you not make a trailer for your story and post it half a dozen times to TikTok?

And then pair that with jegulus having fewer works than bigger ships which means that the ‘bigger’ fics are known and read by the majority, which ultimately means that people have a better chance of going ‘viral’ if they post a story with that pairing compared to wolfstar where the competition is higher.

I’ve never really kept a track of these fics that are advertised and hyped up before chapters are posted, but I would be interested in how many are abandoned if and when the author doesn’t get a barrage of kudos and comments, and the subsequent serotonin boost with it.

Sorry this ask doesn’t really have much of a point or direction, (and I’m not even sure if it even made much sense ☠️) it’s just something I’ve been noticing with increasing frequency recently and I was wondering if you had any thoughts, as you write your points and arguments so well!!

anon i literally want to kiss u on the mouth u brought up sooooo many good points!! yes i have so so so many thoughts about this maybe i need to make a separate post bc like....ive talked so much about the way that like. people interact as readers with the like tiktok/social media/influencer mindset but ive definitely seen it crop up with people who write fanfic too. and the thing is bc there aren't really cleanly delineated boundaries between readers + writers of fanfic (like....most of the writers are also readers, and many of the readers are also writers) it definitely comes from both sides.

i think for anyone who has like. internalized this mentality that art must be validated by an audience to be worthwhile and that you can only be Seen by turning urself into content for consumption it's very easy to approach fanfiction with a mindset stuck in a consumer economy. and like. that isn't a moral failing, because we are literally all being conditioned to think of any creative pursuit as something that is only worthwhile if it can be turned into Profitable Content. but i DO think it's important to recognize when we're falling into that mindset, because fanfiction is so antithetical to it. and also just like....i don't think any of these people who are approaching fanfiction with this underlying idea that they need to curate an audience for validation will be able to find deep or lasting joy, because if your primary motivation in writing is just to get as many eyes on it as possible, then like....idk. it will never be enough. there will always be someone with a more popular story, with more people reading it.

and like. i actually mentioned this in my little tiktokification essay that escaped confinement, and i got a bunch of responses of people in the tags or reblogs going "there is NOTHING WRONG with wanting to share your work and wanting people to read it!!!" and i was like...i didn't say there was anything wrong with it?? i said if your primary motivation in creating art is just to get as many eyes on it as possible, you probably will not find lasting joy in the creation of that art. so :/

anyway now i think i want to write another essay so thank u for that anon lmao

#just like #YES i have so many thoughts about this side of things #but i feel like people get defensive kind of quickly...#like i am not trying to call anybody out when i talk about any of this shit #we are ALL being brainwashed to view art as content for consumption #and it's not like you've done something bad if you. simply have never been presented with a different perspective #that's WHY i'm trying to present a different perspective #anyway #ranting and raving

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chaoticstemporaryname · 2 years

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Some thoughts about s4 ep2

(Someone might have said these things already, so apologies if they have, because I still have all the tags blacklisted to avoid spoilers)

S4 Thomas not only gaining enough self-awareness to realise that he needs to get over Alison, but willingly making a serious attempt to do so??? Love to see it. My skin is cleared and my crops are flourishing etc.

Not sure how I feel about how the whole ‘recovery from addiction’ joke. Not saying it upset me necessarily, but I’d be interested to see (when I eventually un-blacklist the tags) what other people think about how that was handled. It felt kinda jarring for me for a show that’s usually fairly sensitive with its humour to bring up such a dark topic purely for laughs.

But it does raise some very interesting questions about how difficult it is for the ghosts to intentionally move on from the state of mind that they died in.

I do think Thomas was partly being overdramatic (shocking, I know), as well as getting too caught up in his ‘Alison is a drug’ metaphor and perhaps accidentally bringing up some past trauma as a result. But it’s still clear that breaking out of that moment-of-death mindset is far from easy. Despite putting in considerable effort (coming up with the cold turkey idea in the first place; actually staying in the room when, even with Pat there, he could have just snuck out via a different wall to find Alison; presumably practicing the word-association thing) he still ends up back where he started mentally and emotionally.

Okay, so the sheer level of drama involved in getting over Alison might just be a Thomas thing. But, as an interesting parallel, this episode also addressed Cap’s obsession with rules and order and how, with some help from Kitty, he is able to find a more relaxed side of himself - one that he maybe lost access to after his death. I really hope this series continues to show us the ghosts managing to escape their dying states of mind, even if only temporarily, and becoming more like their whole, living selves as a result.

(Also, many thoughts about how Humphrey - who spent years married to a woman who didn’t love him and had to come to terms with that - was the one who was able to help Thomas the most...)

#bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts spoilers #ghosts season 4 #ghosts season 4 spoilers #thomas thorne #the captain #humphrey bone #thomas you unhealthy infp disaster #at least he's trying?#humphrey deserves the world and continues to be the most emotionally mature ghost by a mile #cw addiction

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raahinash · 10 months

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Raahi (From The First) and Kai-Shirr relationship (not marriage yet?)

For starters, this Raahi is different from the regular one, you can read about it here.

With this context present, the two meet in the final section of Shadowbringer, when everyone gathers to help build the Talus, Raahi comes with other night's blessed carrying the heartstone and helping with the magicks. In first instance they interacted only out of necessity, Kai-Shirr gave the red-haired mystel a few instructions before returning to work.

Their next interactions came later, around "Vows of Virtue, Deeds of Cruelty", when Kai-shirr starts working in the Beehive, Raahi went to Eulmore on a stop on a kind of pilgrimage to the Talus, to watch over the heart stones of his brothers for one last time. As they had already been to the sunless sea, meeting the blue-haired mystel was just a coincidence, they bumped into each other on their way to the hive, and after a small exchange of pleasantries, Raahi set off on his way, Kai-Shirr having invited him for a drink when he finished his business.

After Raahi paid his respects to his brothers and the rest of Night's blessed, he took up Kai-Shirr's invitation, now that the sineaters were gone and his brothers could rest in peace, perhaps it was a good idea to unwind a little. Though the last thing he expected was what it was like where Kai-Shirr worked. At first he raised his eyebrow, trying to spot the blue-haired mystel among the dancers, but it ended up poking him in the shoulder to get his attention.

After a brief start from Raahi, they went to the bar where Kai-Shirr introduced him to one of his friends, Anfrigg, mentioning another member of their small group of friends who was busy at the moment, the red-haired mystel was not very experienced with drinking, so after only one drink he was already a bit affected, talking a bit more about his past and the reasons for his pilgrimage, making the atmosphere a bit more gloomy.

Kai-Shirr proceeded to also tell him of his own misadventures during Vauthry's reign and how he had acted as an informant for the Crystarium, which surprised the red-haired man and won his admiration. Seeing that the drink was rising fast to the night's blessed, the blue-haired man escorted him to rest, asking if he would like to talk tomorrow.

After that night, Raahi's visits to talk to Kai-Shirr became occasional, at first once every two weeks, occasionally bringing a handmade gift of his own or a product/crop from Rak'tika. Their conversations grew longer with each visit, and soon became a weekly occurrence. Two friends, having a drink, talking about their lives, nothing out of the ordinary.

Occasionally Raahi would visit the hive while the other Mystel was working, curious to see him in action, it was normal to see him a little tense at the start of the day and then loosen up as the day went on, perhaps that was why he had been so easy to talk to, he had been engaging with other people all day, Raahi was quick to meet Bosta-Zia, the friend that Kai-Shirr had mentioned during their first day over a drink.

While he was with her and Anfrigg, Raahi mentioned how much effort Kai-Shirr put in, finding it admirable how much effort he put in for Eulmore. The duo of friends mentioned all the work he had put in with an acquaintance who supplied him with things for the hive, told him of his dream during Vauthry's reign and how much the bluish mystel had grown since then, told him of how he practiced his manners to offer better service…

Raahi could only admire it, a small part of him wanted to know more, so when Kai-Shirr's shift was over, the redhead suggested he do something different and go for a walk, having been at work all day, he thought it would help the other relax, though the aforementioned seemed a little nervous perhaps being in the mindset of work was what helped the conversations flow smoothly?

Raahi leaned back looking at the ocean with genuine curiosity, it was not a common sight for him, and even less so in good company, though seeing that Kai-Shirr seemed a little self-conscious, he asked him about his future plans, which paralysed the other, Raahi only approached him placing a hand on his shoulder assuring him that it was fine.

After a while in silence looking at the sky and the sea, Kai-Shirr decided to talk, it felt a bit more awkward than his usual conversations, but not less enjoyable, when they finished talking, the blue-haired man seemed even more relaxed than usual.

Raahi proposed to repeat it, even offering to travel together sometime if he wanted to, seeing that he still hesitated, the red-haired man assured him that he had enjoyed being with him talking like this, that he didn't have to be on a role or trying too hard to be more formal, he liked being around him just the way he was.

Their transition to a relationship was gradual, the more frequent visits, the occasional getaway, gentle gestures when they greeted each other changing over time, only realising they were together when Bosta-Zia and Anfrigg asked them about it and the 'couple' looked at each other not quite knowing how to respond, though both seemed happy about it. It became official soon after they talked about it, and as expected, things didn't change much between them, only a few more gestures were added.

#raahi nash #kai-shirr #the first au

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the-single-element · 2 months

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Good morning.

At the beginning of Lent, we reprised an overarching theme from last year: μετάνοια – that is, "metanoia", a change of heart and mindset, a change of direction – as the way to the Kingdom.

And throughout this Lent in particular, we've been talking about God's relationship with humanity, and vice versa, in terms of "covenants".

Today, these two plotlines finally join up. Today we see what made Jesus's approach different from all the false starts that came before.

Defining a standard of behavior is easy, after all.

Following it isn't.

Most of us know, by awful experience, how difficult it is for a human to keep to the terms of a contract! We forget. We experience divided loyalties. We get caught up on minutiae and miss the bigger picture. We encounter situations beyond the rules and have to extrapolate, and if we don't understand the principles from which the rules were derived, the extrapolations will often be tragically wrong.

The children of Abraham experienced this awful back-and-forth firsthand, in their relationship with God. A special relationship, a close relationship, but constantly troubled by the practical struggles with living up to it and maintaining that closeness.

Last week, we hinted at the cure to these chronic relapses.

Today, Jeremiah – whose prophecies were, for the most part, famously pessimistic – Jeremiah of all people spells out what's coming explicitly: not a covenant of rules, but a covenant of a changed heart, a changed mindset and perspective, which won't have the failure modes of the covenants that came before.

His prophecy today is the prophecy that at some point, we'd get people like John the Baptist and like Jesus, who'd focus less on misconduct and more on the broken logic that gives rise to misconduct.

But if the call of metanoia is a call to change our hearts – if the covenant of Jeremiah is to have a heart inscribed with the logic of the Kingdom – then that's a transformative change, a radical change. It's the kind of change that we tend to react to as though it's the death of the person you used to be. On some levels, that's not even a wrong assessment.

And there are few things we fear so much as that.

We've already heard that fear, after all, just a month or two ago. Recall the man with an unclean spirit, who reacted so violently to what he heard in the synagogue at Capernaum:

“Why are you interfering with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are – the Holy One of God!”

Did he realize, somehow, that the words he was hearing, if digested, would be so catalytic? Is that why he feared he'd be "destroyed"?

If so... then even though Jesus came to be the translator and interpreter of the principles of the Kingdom – fully God (and thus able to understand) and fully human (and thus able to put it in human terms) – to merely teach it wouldn't be enough. People would close their eyes and cover their ears, lest they actually understand the message and be reborn into the Kingdom through it.

In other words, Jesus needed to give people an example, too. An existence proof. The "sign of Jonah", who saved himself and his boat from death by jumping overboard and being swallowed by a sea monster. Something people could see with their eyes and understand in their guts, to show that the rebirth promised by Jesus's message, despite looking like death from our side of the divide, is, in truth, exactly the opposite of death.

And so he evokes the image of wheat. Wheat is a finicky crop; there's a very narrow window in which to harvest it. Too early, and the grains won't come off the stalks. Too late, and the heads will "shatter", scattering the grain across the ground. People fear that outcome. They try to avoid it. After all, it would "ruin" the harvest; you can't efficiently bring in wheat to process into flour if you're picking it up from the dirt grain by grain. On the other hand... that's the wheat's natural lifecycle. Not only that, but each of those grains has the capability to grow into a stalk of wheat itself.

When "a grain of wheat falls to the ground and dies", it has returned from what humans supposed it "should" be doing, to what it was always meant to do.

...as with the multiplication of the loaves, and the Signs we heard about during last year's Lent, Jesus's most important parables are the ones he delivered literally, to break through that mental resistance and show people what his message meant.

And this was the one he wasn't looking forward to. In anticipation of Gethsemane, we see him today, already struggling with it. He understands what he has to do, and that it would be nonsense to back out now, but still dreads it, like any human would.

His disciples didn't yet understand it – the sign of Jonah – the miracle of the bronze serpent hung on a pole for everyone to see and be healed. Despite him trying to warn them, they hadn't yet connected the dots on where this is headed.

We're luckier. Or perhaps less lucky. By now, it's easy for all this to become rote, isn't it? Jesus's brutal execution, just twelve days away... it's hard for it to shock us anymore.

But if we can't feel that visceral reaction, we can at least try to put ourselves in their shoes, heading into the climax of this season. And we can try to do what we can, in this little time remaining, to achieve a change of our own hearts, so that we can best understand the mysteries that are about to be revealed.

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sofhtie · 3 years

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hmm no thoughts head fásach “the most dangerous thing is to love”

#they just keep choosing love!#and it’s beautiful and a great character choice and so interesting but also *god* it’s stressful #of course either duty or love causes So Many Problems but like. choosing duty is sad for yourself love is possibly bad for Everyone #and how like. in crop it’s very easy to get into a mindset of being chess pieces instead of people #it’s just. hhhhhhhhh!#most dangerous thing not for yourself but for everyone else too #yeah! yeah.#crop #dnd hours #oh i forgot to finish my chess pieces thought. anyways it’s easy to get into that headspace but Fasach Never Does #which is GREAT sometimes it’s why he can care so much about cami it’s why their and sico’s friendship is So Important #but also it’s. he’s The most important person in the group politically bc hes King of Kings of the desert. but they’re Here.#it’s all just So Much to unpack at all times 😔#fásach being the one more than anyone else to see everyone as People before they are chess pieces or weapons or instruments of war/peace is.#it’s A Lot #telling sparrow not to sacrifice herself for the bridge...... yeah. yeah!#stan bri it’s Such a strong choice i love it sm fásach just also Stresses Me Out

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downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles · 3 years

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Could u also do the four with an S/O that can read them like a book, and just out of no where knows what’s going on and gives random (good) advice? Thank you so much!!

Agh, anon, your requests are a breath of fresh air—feel like I'm going back to my roots with these classic headcanon-type posts 😭💜 I figured this would be a good post to go into some of the problems the boys might have, if you don't mind!

The Boys with an S/O who can read them like a book:

Donatello

• His latest projects, practical and obscure, have not been going well as of late

• He's in a slum and can't seem to get out of it, trying incessantly to fix the various issues to no avail

• It's not often he gets like this but it's here and he's irritable—unable to peel himself away from his projects even late, late into the night when he should be in bed

• You find him up way past the hour in his lab, having heard him tapping his instruments, shuffling around the space, he's not making an effort to be subtle but generally no one approaches him in these times

• Well, except for you

• He doesn't quite notice your presence until he turns around to find you leaned on the doorway

• "You know, all this stuff isn't going to run away from you," you say diplomatically. "It's going to be here when you wake up in the morning. So why don't you go to bed, Donnie?"

• "Because I have to figure out what's wrong," he sighs. "If I don't do it now, I'll..."

• You walk over and take the empty pipette from his hand, setting it down on the counter behind you. "You have all the time in the world to tackle this stuff; you really should go to bed, Donnie. Like I said, your projects aren't going to be gone in the morning, or the next, or the one after that. You shouldn't live life with a constant sense of urgency."

• It may not be what he really wants to hear, but he can't deny that he is impatient at times and tends to prone to anxiety when things keep going wrong.

• "You...may be right. Possibly. Maybe," he says, a hint of defeat. "Okay. I'll go to bed."

• Kisses the top of your head on his way out.

• Someone to understand and give him a gentle perspective without judgement is a very welcome change

Leo

• Leo always has a looming feeling of being unprepared

• What if Mikey won't be paying attention when he needs him to? What if Raph has an explosive episode on the surface and puts their mission on the line? What if Donnie's equipment fails them at the worst moment?

• It's why he's always harking on everyone to make sure everything is in place, pushing for training, trying to avoid creating conflict. He just wants everyone to be safe, and so the micromanaging begins.

• His brothers have been more uncooperative and uncoordinated than usual

• Meditates excessively when these things are on his mind, today being no different—he enters a distant state of mind while doing mundane tasks and his usual practices that makes him feel unapproachable

• You find him doing it yet again, he's cleaning his portion of the lair and re organizing things he's already organized

• "What has you so frazzled, Leo?" you ask.

• He doesn't even respond until he's done setting his books back in order.

• "Nothing," he says. "I'm doing what I always do."

• "You sure?" "Because it seems like you're stressing right now."

• "I'm fine. This is how I relax."

• You take a seat on the edge of his bed. "So you are stressed?"

• Leo hadn't seemed to notice the words he'd used but knows he can't backtrack.

• "You can trust your brothers, you know that, right?" He sits down as well and sighs. "Even when you guys are a little...off beat, you always pull through, don't you? That's why you're so good, it's because you can improv and adapt. There have been times where you are totally not on the same page and still managed to make it out, and pretty successfully, might I add."

• He contemplates for a minute. You're right; with or without all of his excessive efforts, they always found a way.

• "Hearing it from someone else makes it easier to see, I guess. Thank you, (Y/N), I'll keep that in mind."

• The surprise advice is unexpected but appreciated, as no one can make him relax like that besides Splinter

Mikey

• He doesn't realize just how obvious he is when he's bothered

• Genuinely confused when point out his fiddling with random stuff, going back and forth to the kitchen more than normal, a little quieter than you're used to. Weirdly enough, he gets a bit lethargic when things like this crop up because he thinks so much

• Like now. He's used to being low-key criticized for his natural behavior and mindset, but a guy can only take so much, can't he?

• He doesn't want to feel like a kid and like he's incompetent, yet he feels that way at times due to how people talk to him

• He's fidgeting with some trinket on the couch when you approach him and seems unenthusiastic

• "Oh, what's up babes?"

• "You're doing the thing again," you say with a chuckle, "being told you're doing something wrong feels pretty bad, huh?"

• He's a little confused

• "What do you mean?"

• "I mean that sometimes your family doesn't understand that you function a certain way and, there's nothing inherently wrong with that, but at the same time, we have to be conscientious, don't we? Not every criticism is a personal offense, so try not to take it to heart too much, babe."

• He takes a moment to process, but you know he's got it when his eyes light up and he puts down whatever he's messing with

• "How come you like...always know what to say, angelcakes? You're so smart!"

• Will end up coming to you instead when he's got a problem if Leo or Donnie's a part of it, because they used to be his go-to, but telling it to his partner just hits different

• Your words actually stick with him and he's not too stubborn to take them in stride

Raph

• To be honest, Raph doesn't do well with being confronted while he's angry in general...

• Tends to blow steam off in his gym or practicing with his sai (or, if he's in a REALLY bad mood, knitting) though can only spend so much time doing that

• Not before you say something, at least

• Raph is a highly emotional person, not limited to anger. But this of course makes him an accident waiting to happen at times because of his intense disposition, so his attitude can be shit-starter, especially with Leonardo because he envies his position leader

• So, he's been clearly fuming and you've decided it's time to say something

• He's at his weight bench repping it out

• "Have another argument with Leo?"

• "Something like that."

• "You understand he's under a lot of pressure, right? That being team leader isn't that easy?"

• "What would you know?"

• "It's not hard to figure, Raph, you guys are being actively hunted and the responsibility's on him to keep you safe when Splinter can't be there. Yes, that's you too. Try putting yourself in his shoes and think about how that would make you feel. It's hard? Yeah. I know it's not what you want, but you have your own special place in the family, and no one can replace you. Think about how much Leo and the rest of your brothers would flounder if you weren't there. They need you where you're at, just like you three need Leo. You're their big guns, big guy."

• Of course, he doesn't want to admit that you're right, that hurts the pride

• But deep down he knows that it's true.

• "I'll tell y what, baby girl, you've got the nerve, I guess. I ain't saying you're right or anything, but..."

• He's always going to remember this, but unfortunately, he won't always heed your advice. It gets lost in the moment and it's his personal problem that he must deal with himself.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt x reader #tmnt donnie #tmnt mikey #tmnt raph #tmnt leo

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littlerosetrove · 2 years

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Taylor to Lucy: "But to Buck, they are his family."

Taylor does get Buck. She knows his family is the 118. She's telling that to Lucy because, seasoned firefighter or not, Lucy is new to the 118 dynamics. That's literally referenced in this ep when Buck asks why is Bobby going in and Eddie replies, "May's still inside." Buck is worried—both for May and his dad Cap—and Lucy watches the exchange, not getting why this person named May being inside warrants so much worrying. Bobby's the captain so he can handle himself, right? But then Eddie tells her she's missing family history: Bobby's relation to fire + kids (also i doubt Lucy knows May is Bobby's kid), Bobby's radiation scare + what it could mean today if something happens, etc.

Basically, Taylor knows Buck. She says something like, "When the 118 falls apart, Buck does too," and that's not just something you can guess. She would have had to be present for these breakdowns and then care enough to connect the dots. He's a firefighter, the job's not easy, of course he's going to fall apart sometimes, but Taylor noticed a pattern and she's telling Lucy about it.

I get why people hate Taylor. It's because of that first episode where she came and was ready to jeopardize the 118's lives just for the sake of some views on her news. But the thing is, she's developed as a character too. People simply refuse to see it. She's not a 2D character anymore, we know more about her, but people hate her so much already they won't let go of their pre-conceived notions. But like, she's trying to be better. To be good. She saw Lucy and Buck standing together and she didn't go all "gotta make sure she stays away from my man", instead she went all "gotta make sure she doesn't fuck up the 118 dynamics because buck's not ready for it." Because she watched them come out too—the 118 full team shot + May she was having filmed? Yeah, that included Lucy too, and she was the only one that didn't make sense because she's a new addition. But the show creators didn't crop her out, they kept her in. And Taylor saw that, the way Lucy was with the 118 and she knows the dynamics are changing again. So I guess, this was Taylor's way of telling her to simply stick to her lane. Which, okay, did serve two purposes.

I’ll be honest, I started replying to this message, but it was taking too long to fully get my thoughts out and so I’m going to try to keep it brief. Therefore, I know not everything will be fully clear, but here we are.

Taylor gets Buck to a degree, but that’s it. Generally speaking she has never nor will ever 100% understand Buck. Neither one fully understands each other because they fundamentally do not work together. This fact cannot be argued.

There was a lot of nuance and multiple meanings happening with the entire Lucy and Taylor scene, especially with Taylor’s speech.

Taylor is currently and clearly feeling insecure, unsure, and even a bit angry with Buck and their relationship. Taylor feels threatened, and I don’t think Taylor fully understands where the threat is coming from. Taylor may have some grasp on how important Eddie (and Chris) is to Buck, but I think right now TK is dismissive of Eddie being the actual threat because TK has a very heteronormative mindset. Instead, a close option for Taylor to direct her insecurities is at an innocent Lucy, a woman. Check out this post originally by fiona-fififi that explains how Lucy is a red herring in the show.

Taylor is a strange character. Is she barely a character the way Ana was? No, but I still wouldn’t ever call Taylor a fully developed character, cause she’s not. She’s inconsistent. And given what we know now, the show has never tried to redeem Taylor’s character. Even when she “tries to do good” it’s often a misstep, especially when it comes to Buck.

Taylor had multiple reasons for confronting Lucy the way she did, one of them absolutely being in a “stay away from Buck because that’s my man.” Sure, Taylor may be trying to protect Buck to a degree, but you can’t convince me that was her biggest reason for saying and doing what she did.

Look, your message came across as if you’re trying to get me to see the good in Taylor? I’m not trying to be aggressive here, I promise, but I don’t know what to tell you beyond I’m never going to like Taylor Kelly. Do I think she’s Super Bad Evil? No. But I don’t think she’s a good person either. I preferred her being a one off villain in 2x6. Even with the “development” she’s had up through 5x16, she’s still unlikeable to me and uninteresting. I will not miss her when she’s finally gone.

#911 spoilers #anti Taylor Kelly #anti BuckTaylor #nonny asks #reply

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cienie-isengardu · 3 years

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A bit about Jaster Mereel

Anyone who follows / visits my blog for Mandalorians most likely noticed by now I don’t talk much about Jaster Mereel, even though he is, Legends-wise, an important figure in their history. In general, I’m not a big fan of him or True Mandalorians and for sure I hate how tie-in materials glorified Jaster even though, from my perspective, he didn’t show anything that special in the main source (Jango Fett: Open Seasons).

Anyone may argue how comics is a very limited medium to present everything in great details, that the story was about Jango’s past, so it makes sense that Jaster, Montross and Tor were the supportive characters driving the plot and fulfilling important roles in Jango’s life (a mentor/father, rival/betrayer and enemy). But at the same time, even with limited space, Tor managed to lay two devastating traps (and one by using Jedi as a tool of doom, something that rarely happens, even less for Mandalorians), outmaneuvering both Jaster and Jango at some point in the story and showing good fighting & tactical skills. You don’t need to like him, you may disagree with his philosophy of life, behaviour and etc, but the comics built Tor as someone’s that leaves a strong impression based on his action that we actually could see with our own eyes while Jaster is mainly praised by tie-in materials as a great leader and some sort of reformator (what for me seems to argue with original source a lot) and sometimes, if remembered at all, by other Mandalorians. At the same time, comics didn’t show much Jaster in favorable circuments. I mean, we met him on the run from Death Watch and hiding in field crops that belonged to Fetts, then saving Jango only to almost die in fire and in the end being saved by Jango’s quick thinking. With the help of orphaned boy, he scored one victory on Concord Dawn then timeskip happened (sadly omitting the years of raising Jango) and finally Jaster led his men straight into trap, got betrayed by his own man and was killed on Korda VI. Understandable, Tor and Jaster played different roles thus comics made Vizsla the “active” character while Mereel was more “passive”.

And you know what? Even with my despiste for the biased source materials that treat Jaster as some epic character while demonizing Tor and tons of personal jokes about Jaster / True Mandalorians shared with my close friend and fellow Tor fan (and god knows, we joke about them as much as we joke about Jedi), I do think that Jaster Mereel has a great potential as character and it is a true shame his story is not exploited beyond few basic informations. I mean, a former Journeyman Protector (a man of law) joining Mandalorian Mercenaries that kill for money / personal ambitions on right and left? The term a “reformed murderer” sounds intriguing on its own and there is the whole conflict with Tor Vizsla, the uneasy(?) relationship with Montross and family bond with Jango to explore.

And the sad thing about Jaster Mereel is how, despite the cult of True Mandalorians, he is almost forgotten. I know, hoping for New Canon to bring Legends Mandalorians to life is too much to ask when Jango Fett (and Boba) is barely recognised as Mandalorian in the first place but there is some irony that right now the true Mandalorians are tightly tied to Death Watch and TCW additional materials at least mentioned that Pre’s relatives / clan members were warriors of Death Watch and there was Bounty Hunter Code with Tor Vizsla’s Manifesto.So, Tor’s existence is/was to some degree confirmed even despite the drastic changes that happened to Mandalorian lore thanks to The Clone Wars & Disney.

And yeah, BHC did mention Jaster Mereel and True Mandalorians but in all fairness? The Bounty Hunter Code was so great but wasted opportunity to flesh out Jaster, who had/lead a company actually called “HeadHunter”on Korda VI

which may suggest Mereel’s True Mandalorians also took more typical bounty hunter jobs (and seeing how both Jango and Montross went into business, it seems logical to assume they both already had some experience in this field). This in turn could nicely connect Jango’s past to the career of Bounty Hunter, as in a way to explore the time he spent with Jaster Mereel, what he learned from his mentor/father figure and would absolutely make sense for Jango to pass the book/notes to young Boba. Especially since he wanted a clone for himself to pass the Jaster’s Legacy.

I understand that the Death Watch’s Manifesto was a means to connect the old lore with changes made by TCW. Even as a non-objective source, it has its own value but frankly, including it into stricte book about bounty hunters feels a bit off. Jaster’s own notes could give the fans the same information about Mandalorian history and even about the conflict between Death Watch and New Mandalorians, as a third (less involved?) party and it would make sense for Jango to have it in the first place (as a memento because Jango was sentimental enough to keep Jaster’s stuff years after his death) and pass it to Boba who from the start was meant to carry on Jaster’s Legacy.

And yeah, sure, it was possible for Jango to get hold of a top secret Death Watch book and pass it to Boba “to know your enemy”, but I personally think that Jaster’s notes would carry more emotional impulse. And well, I’m curious about Jaster’s mindset. And I’m saying that as a fan of Tor Vizsla because frankly, the manifesto doesn’t sound much like him (or at least the impression of him built for me by comics) and even Jango shares similar doubts about the authenticity of the author. So yeah, in regard to this one source, I would rather have Jaster’s POV than one dictated for TCW for Tor.

The other wasted opportunity happened in the latest Marvel comics (what is the real reason for the rant). You know, the War of the Bounty Hunters - in one of the issues, Boba had a sidequest and worked under the name of Jango.

And I know this was supposed to be an emotional scene, a son using father’s name and canon remembering about elder Fett and so on. But the only thing I felt at that moment was how Jaster Mereel felt from grace and how it was easy to make a callback to all the older Legends sources (retcon?) of both Jango and Boba using Jaster Mereel’s name while working undercover. As you know, keeping the memory of a man supposed to mean so much to Jango and Mandalorian history - and by that allowing Boba to fulfil his own father’s desire.

Yeah, I know, I wish too much and hope is overrated anyway. It is just bizarre how the perception of Mandalorian lore changed in the last 20 years.

I never thought there would come a day to say this, but Jaster Mereel deserves better than being some idealized symbol or obscure character forgotten at every turn.

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slashersins-abandoned · 3 years

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nsfw alphabet : vincent sinclair

A = Aftercare ( what they’re like after sex )

vincent will hold you while you both come down from your pleasured high . only letting you go once both of you have been able to calm down and even your breathing . he wants you to be aware , even if exhausted as he takes care of you . aftercare for vincent can last anywhere from minutes to over an hour . it depends on all that happened during your sensual exchange . his desire to touch you has him cleaning you , from damn near head to toe , with a warm wet rag . he’ll wipe away all the sweat with such deft fingers that it might just rile you up again . expect gentle kisses over any bruises left by his hands , or his mouth . if he happened to cum inside you , then he will use those long fingers of his to clean you out , crooking his fingers to drag it out , making sure that his fingers come out clean before he finishes the thorough torture . once clean your clean , he’ll tuck you into bed , taking care of himself quickly before moving back into the bed with you and pulling you close for lazy touches and kisses until sleep takes you both . on the other hand , aftercare can be as simple as cuddling and coddling you as you both come down before leading or carrying you into the shower and doing a quick rinse off . fast and easy so you can start your morning or go about your day .

B = Body part ( their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s )

vincent is proud of his hands . large palms with long slender fingers , trimmed and filed nails . paraffin wax has made it so there are little to no callouses on his hands , they are soft to the touch and surprisingly warm . he also sees his hands as useful tools . able to create art , whether it be painting , drawing , sculpting wax figures . he can do beautiful things with his hands . but they are also tools of destruction , ending lives with ease , strong and deadly and powerful .

vincent finds himself drawn to your lips , your eyes , your thighs . the first being how plush and soft they look . the look of them parted as you look up at him wanting a kiss . the way they glisten when your tongue darts out to wet them . how you push your bottom lip out when you pout . it’s hard for him to fight the desire to drag his thumb over those lips of yours only to see them go back into place before he leans in and tastes you for himself .

your eyes … so expressive . so easy to read . the emotion you hold in them , the want and need , even sadness and anger look beautiful when they dance in your eyes . he finds himself staring into them intently , seeing how your pupils dilate . there are many sketches of your face , of your eyes and those long lashes in his sketch book .

and your thighs .soft and supple . so delicate and perfect in his hands . soft and mailable . he wants to touch over him , to feel his body between them , to have his face buried and feel you squeeze down on him . you’ll find most of the unintentional bruises vincent leaves on your skin are on your thighs , inside or outside , it doesn’t matter . they are vincent’s most desired part of you .

C = Cum ( anything to do with cum, basically )

his cum is thin ( between stu and billy ) , and he cums a surprising amount ( between jason and brahms ) . while it’s easy to swallow , it is a bit bitter . he prefers to cum inside of you , mostly because he will be able to clean you up with his fingers , and seeing you drip satisfies a quiet possessiveness that he rarely shows . the only other place he enjoys cumming in is your mouth . though he isn’t fond of shoving down and choking you on his cock to cum down your throat . he’ll purposely pull back so only his tip is in your mouth , filling it and wanting to see it cupped by your tongue . he has no issue if you spit or swallow , so long as he can see it in your mouth for just a moment .

D = Dirty secret ( pretty self explanatory , a dirty secret of theirs )

vincent is a panty thief . though he often returns them , after they’ve been washed . he is very careful when he takes them and uses them . preferring to feel the fabric against his cock as he thinks of you . if he knows he has a project he’s about to dive into , or there’s a crop of new future wax figures in town , he will take what he needs to make it through those long nights alone . he prefers to steal the lace and silk , used or freshly laundered it doesn’t matter . he may be a panty thief , but he is not a panty sniffer .

E = Experience ( how experienced are they ? do they know what they’re doing ? )

vincent has actually had a few sexual encounters . no more than three . one was a drunken experience that started and ended in a bathroom stall at a bar that bo had brought him to . another was curiously as a teen with someone he can’t remember the name of from school . the other a more intense affair with a prostitute in new orleans , it’d been a strange night as all three of the brothers had … shared said person , not at the same time or in the same room , but over the course of one evening during mardi gras .

vincent has enough experiences to understand the in and outs . thought he discovered most of his own personal preferences on his own and with his own hand and imagination .

F = Favorite position ( this goes without saying )

as vanilla as it sounds , he prefers missionary . anything that gives him a clear view of your face and body as you writhe under him . he enjoys the sight of you , studying you with an intense want . though it’s not the only position he enjoys . having you in his lap is another favorite . the way you bounce up and down , leaning your head on his shoulder as you roll your hips and grow so weak and needy that you have to beg him to take hold of your hips and move you .

G = Goofy ( are they more serious in the moment ? are they humorous ? etc . )

vincent knows that sex can be silly and fun and cute and lighthearted . so he takes each lovemaking session with a grain of salt . while he wants it to be intimate and close and passionate , serious and intense . he will also smile softly if you make a loud strange noise , quirking a brow for a moment before soothing you with kisses , luring you back into the passionate mindset he craves . sex with vincent is likely to lean towards serious more often than not . only leaning towards light heartedness if you are both just smoked and are enjoying a shared high .

H = Hair ( how well groomed are they ? does the carpet match the drapes ? etc . )

unlike the silken , long , black locks on his head , his happy trail and pubic hair is coarse and kept trim and neat . he finds if he trims them too short they feel scratchy and rough , so he keeps them a bit longer than some might , just so that there is a nice softness and not just blunt coarse pubic stubble . scratch against his happy trail or pubes and you’ll find yourself with a suddenly passionate vincent ready to lay you down and have you every way he pleases .

I = Intimacy ( how are they during the moment ? the romantic aspect )

intense gazes , roaming hands , shared glances . the act is always intimate . without that intimacy he’d feel detached and dejected . he doesn’t want you to feel that way with him , and he certainly doesn’t want it either . if you leave vincent’s embrace not feeling as if you are wanted and desired and loved and needed , then vincent did a terrible job and will do everything in his power to rectify it . he wants you to know how much he craves you , and he’s very good at doing so .

J = Jack off ( masturbation headcanon )

jacking off is a quick fix for him . it brings temporary relaxation , a destressor when he is busy . before you , his hand was all he had , and he did it more so as a chore than anything . something he needed to do to force himself to relax . however after you arrived in ambrose it became a need . his want for you so powerful that he thought of a million different scenarios in which you found your way to his bed , or him to yours . after you became his lover however , it went back to being something he had to do because he was too wrapped up in his work to find you , or perhaps you were asleep and he didn’t wish to wake you just to satisfy his needs and leave . however he does jerk off less often , finding that allowing himself to get pent up during a project leads to a passionate and long session when he leaves his domain under the houze of wax .

K = Kink ( one or more of their kinks )

he is a voyeur . watching you intently as you undress , shower , or pleasure yourself . while he might have watched you through a cracked open door in secret before you two became official , now that you are lovers , he will at times simply sit and watch you pleasure yourself . his keen eye keeping track of every movement , ever stroke of your fingers , every twitch of your hips . it’s even common for him to have a sketchbook in hand , doing quick drawings of you to later turn into paintings .

vincent is also an exhibitionist . the thrill and power that comes with sex in semi public places is exciting . the way you both have to be hushed and hurried partly clothed as you desperately grasp at each other . it’s the fear of getting caught , and the fact that getting caught would cement in anyone’s mind exactly who you belonged to that has vincent , on rare occasion , taking you against the walls of the house of wax , in the open fields that surround ambrose , or even right outside of bo’s shop while he works . it’s a power trip that you won’t know he enjoys until you have him pressing you against lester’s truck while he’s out walking jonesy .

L = Location ( favorite places to do the do )

his bedroom . it’s a place for just the two of you . undisturbed by his brothers or the outside world . he’s taken you on the bed , in the comfy chair , against his desk . the dresser . he’s had you so many ways in his room , it’s the perfect place to feel you pressed against him .

he does also like having a roll with you on a blanket in the fields of ambrose . in nature . seeing your hair wild against the grass and small flowers , the smell of earth and how the sun or stars and moon illuminate you , it’s beautiful .

M = Motivation ( what turns them on, gets them going )

sometimes it’s just as simple as you turning to face him , half dressed and getting ready for bed , smiling and welcoming him home that has him itching to strip and make love . other times it’s the way you look at him , how your gaze up so shyly , a flush on your cheeks . it can be from you passing next to him , the scent of your shampoo triggering something in him that makes him want to take you . vincent may not seem like it , but he is very easily swayed into your arms .

N = No ( something they wouldn’t do , turn offs )

there is no impact play . no degradation from either end . no choking . these are turn offs . and as kind and even tempered as vincent can be , doing any of these things will have him removing himself from you and the situation entirely .

O = Oral ( preference in giving or receiving , skill , etc . )

he enjoys giving as much as he enjoys receiving , how ever he is more inclined to give as he enjoys the feeling of your thighs on either side of his head . you are , however , his first experience in giving oral . so he will start out cautious and slow , learning what makes you tremble and shake and moan and using that to his advantage . he is a quick learner . he doesn’t however spend time edging or teasing . when his mouth is on you he is going to work you to completion , not denying you as you cry out for him .

when it comes to receiving he is very open to it . like stated before , he enjoys it just as much as he enjoys giving . don’t expect him to fuck your mouth like a while animal . he will be slow and methodical , wanting the sensation to last . he’s more likely to want you to edge him , to rile him up for a bit . deny him his pleasure once or twice , and he will he in heaven when he finally cums . thought he will pull out till only the tip rests in your mouth while he does cum , seeing your mouth full of him makes him intensely satisfied .

P = Pace ( are they fast and rough ? slow and sensual ? etc . )

vincent can do both. more often than not he will go the slow and sensual route . he likes taking his time , working you both up , building the pleasure until it’s too much to bare . foreplay , during , and aftercare are all kept at the same pace .

the only times he will get fast and rough is when the two of you are clinging to each other in public . against the side of bo’s shop , against lester’s truck , in any room of the house of wax . if you two are anywhere you may get caught , vincent lets himself go and takes you in a assertive and dominant way that leaves you quaking .

Q = Quickie ( their opinions on quickies , how often , etc . )

he prefers actual sex instead of quickies , however if stress becomes too much , and there’s too much on his plate and he can only spare a few precious moments , he will take what he can get . he will leave you with a passionate kiss that tells you he will make it up to you at a later time . and you find yourself enjoying the intensity he shows you when he finds that time to make your little sessions last .

R = Risk ( are they game to experiment ? do they take risks ? etc . )

vincent will do nothing and try nothing that will cause you or himself pain . i would say he is not likely to experiment unless he has a good understanding of what it is that you want to try . and so long as it follows the rules he has in place for the bedroom .

S = Stamina ( how many rounds can they go for ? how long do they last ? )

he can last for two rounds before needing a break of fifteen to twenty minutes . however he will be more than happy to satisfy you with his fingers or mouth until his cock twitches back to life if you desire more than just two rounds during a session .

T = Toys ( do they own toys ? do they use them ? on a partner or themselves ? )

he does own some . he has a few fleshlights that he stopped using once his relationship with you started . before he had you they satisfied him more than just his hand . but after having you , they cannot compare . he also owns a few vibes that he enjoys using on himself and on you .

U = Unfair ( how much they like to tease )

he tries not to tease you much . in truth he much rather be teased than do the teasing . the most teasing he will do will involved making you ask for a kiss , or force you to lean up and steal on for yourself .

V = Volume ( how loud they are, what sounds they make , etc . )

raspy breathes , low moans , heavy panting , grunting . that’s what you get . he doesn’t get too loud , rather quiet in the act . but don’t ever feel as if you aren’t giving him pleasure . you are , he will show it to you in more physical ways than verbal .

W = Wild card ( a random headcanon for the character )

while vincent will agree to it , he is not a fan of being begged or bottoming . he finds it’s harder for him to cum when penetrated . but if it’s something that brings you pleasure he will allow you to do so , you’ll just have to work his cock with your hand , possibly having to pull out completely before he can finally cum .

X = X-ray ( let’s see what’s going on under those clothes )

while he is somewhat broad , he is also lithe . very toned . you aren’t going to find bulging muscles under his clothes . but you can still see the strength in his shoulder and back and arms . his chest toned but not defined . he has a flat stomach , tapered hips and strong legs and calves . follow the happy trail that down , eyeing the v of his hips and you’ll be greeted with a pretty flushed cock . he’s cut , head swollen and rosy , a darker shade than his shaft . he has a few thick veins around his base that curve around his cock . his cock hangs between his legs , even when hard , with a slight curve up . he’s long , 7″ in length and has a good girth . nothing that needs too much prep . he’s a nice snug fit .

Y = Yearning ( how high is their sex drive ? )

before he had a face and name to his want and lust , he didn’t yearn much . he craved , but he didn’t yearn . like stated earlier , his sex drive was low to average , only using his hand or fleshlights to get himself off in order to have a moment of relaxation or to just satisfy an urge like scratching an itch .

after you , he has seen a dramatic shift . while he can push it to the back of his mind while working , he yearns deeply for you . so much so that on the days he doesn’t go into his workspace , he will likely have you two to three times throughout the day . and each time is a session that can last between one to three rounds , depending .

Z = Zzz ( how quickly they fall asleep afterwards )

you will more than likely always fall asleep before vincent does . he’s observant . he likes to watch . he enjoys watching you fall to sleep . and he tends to want to keep watch over you , savoring the closeness of having you pressed against him . so trusting and all his .

#vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair imagine #vincent sinclair x reader #slasher #slashers #slasher imagine #slashers imagine #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

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chaos-of-the-abyss · 3 years

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@undercat-overdog: For the character ask: Young Griff/Faegon? Or Dany, if you want to talk about her instead!

Why not both? I don’t actually have very strong feelings about Young Griff in general, though >.<

Dany

How I feel about this character

Lol, everyone here already knows how I feel about Daenerys Targaryen. Short answer: I LOVE HER.

Long answer: Okay, it’s just hard for me to break down why I love Dany so much. I think it boils down to how seamlessly the different aspects of her personality blend together, and what kind of person they create. Dany doesn’t have one side that’s cheerful and protective and another side that can be hot-tempered and stern, they go together. The “Mhysa” aspect of her, the one that protects and nurtures, is not in opposition with her “Mother of Dragons” title, the one that can be fierce and impulsive - she’s the Mother of Dragons because she’s Mhysa! If she turns to violence it always comes from a desire to protect. I’ve seen lots of characters where their “violent” side is played up as a contrast to their “sweet” side, to emphasize how jarringly different these two facades of them are, but that’s not at all the case with Dany. They go together.

Besides that, I just love her as a person? Even after all she’s been through, she’s so lively and sweet and loving! But at the same time she’s a queen and a conqueror and a very competent ruler despite having no formal training, and that dichotomy just gets me. This delicate, friendly girl is the mother of dragons, is working to overturn an entire system of dehumanization and oppression, and is a revolutionary leader with the loyalty, love, and faith of so many people. And I like how there are no “easy” fixes in her arc - she’s doing the best she can, she makes mistakes, she learns from them, but she’s also clearly doing really good? She meets with her people, hears and tries to fix their concerns, she works on irrigation, crops, and trade relations, all while concerning herself with the threat of the Sons of the Harpy, too.

On an out-of-universe level, I’ve honestly never come across a female character quite like her. She has power in her own right, as the heir of the Targaryen dynasty, instead of her ties with a man. She’s a revolutionary leader. She’s the chosen hero of many prophecies. She has a goal of reclaiming her birthright as a ruler. All of those things, in modern fantasy, are typically given to male heroes most of the time. She’s pretty much a female power fantasy.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Jon! I used to not really care for Jonerys, and Dany is still my favorite by far, but I’ve grown to like Jon a lot too. I love how their arcs parallel each other, I love how both of them are, like, trying desperately to convince the people around them about basic human rights amidst throngs of protest and upheaval, and that they both defy social norms. They’re the same age, they’re both stubborn, they’re both very intelligent and politically astute, they both have a strong sense of justice.

And pssst I also have a Jon/Dany/Tyrion ot3 bias... Jon and Tyrion are already pretty friendly and I enjoyed their interactions, and I’m absolutely in love with that speech about Dany that Tyrion gave to Faegon, the “I know that she spent her childhood in exile[...]” one. Plus, I was very amused when Tyrion was scoffing about how Dany will bake everyone lemon pies and kiss their wounds all better... and meanwhile there’s Dany, literally out among the sick, taking care of them with her own hands, shaming all the grown men in her entourage into helping her.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Honestly, I love all of Dany’s interactions with Team Targaryen, but I have a particular soft spot for Dany and Missandei. That interaction between Dany and Missandei, when Dany tells Missandei she’s always welcome to go back to Naath if she wants, and Missandei says she feels safe with Dany... that always gets me. And Dany calls her “my sweet”!

My unpopular opinion about this character

Not sure if this is unpopular? But... I don’t think Dany’s going to be angry or threatened when she finds out about Faegon. I think she’ll be happy that she has family left! Dany struggles with the burden of being the last Targaryen, as far as she knows, and I think it’s pretty out of character for her to be “threatened by a potential rival”, rather than glad that she may have someone to share the weight with. Dany wants to be queen because she believes it’s her duty to her family. Not because she wants to be a leader, or because she wants power, or anything that would warrant her feeling threatened if she finds out that (supposedly) her brother’s son, whom she believed was brutally murdered as an infant, is still alive.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

This isn’t necessarily something I wish would happen, but I’d be totally satisfied if Dany went back to Essos after defeating the Others, rather than take up Westeros’ throne. (That said, I’d be totally satisfied if she became ruling queen of Westeros, too.) I for one find Essos much more interesting than Westeros, and I love the thought of Dany continuing her crusade against slavery and working to dismantle it even further. While I do think she’s going to do something to resolve the situation in the coming books (ha, assuming they even come out), I just can’t imagine that it’s possible to deal with something as deep-rooted as slavery in one fell swoop. Even after Dany becomes queen of Meereen and works to abolish it, we can see that the problems and the prejudices remain. I’d love for her to continue having a part in getting rid of that.

Faegon

How I feel about this character

Hmmm. I’m not very invested in Faegon as a character by himself, so, like I said above, I don’t have strong opinions on him. That said, I don’t think he’s all that bad - clearly spoiled and immature, but he’s just doing what people tell him to do.

I’m more interested in how he’s very much a foil to Dany. While his training was meant to give him, essentially, a common person’s mindset, so that he could be a good ruler who takes care of his people, he hasn’t actually had the character building that was intended for him during that training, because, at the end of the day, he was fine - there were people who’d come in and protect him if something happened. That contrasts Dany, who’s actually experienced terror, poverty, and helplessness, and has never had anyone to defend her during those times. Faegon hasn’t built the same empathy and compassion as Dany because he hasn’t genuinely experienced the hardships of common people. And I love how GRRM makes that clear in their personalities, even though Dany and Faegon have never actually met.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

I guess... no one? I do have a slight fondness for the idea of a reverse Targaryen (or at least Valyrian) conqueror trio, where Dany is Aegon and Jon and Faegon are her husbands. But for Dany ot3′s I’d much rather go for Jon/Dany/Tyrion, so...

My non-romantic OTP for this character

I mean... I guess it’s sad how Jon Connington is determined to protect Rhaegar’s son even though he believed he failed Rhaegar himself. Of course, though... Faegon not being actually Aegon...

My unpopular opinion about this character

Err, nothing really.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Hm. I think it would be interesting if Dany and Faegon actually reach a genuine alliance. Of course, given their positions, this is very unlikely if not outright impossible - no way that the people backing Faegon will let that happen. But they’re both some of the few remaining Valyrians in Westeros, so something in me finds the idea appealing.

#ask meme #asks #daenerys targaryen #aegon 'young griff' targaryen #asoiaf rambling #a song of ice and fire

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thedeaconj · 4 years

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A Cup of Sugar Part 6 (Final)

( Link to part 5: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/625104871054508032/a-cup-of-sugar-part-5

Link to part 4: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624930403387670528/a-cup-of-sugar-part-4

Link to part 3: https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624738938039533568/a-cup-of-sugar-part-3

And parts 1 &2 https://thedeaconj.tumblr.com/post/624650236299821056/a-cup-of-sugar-parts-1-and-2

This should be the final part of the story but it’s still a little open ended, probably won’t revisit it in a while, as this part ended up a little disjointed, still well worth a read though!)

Sophie awoke even earlier than usual, her dreams were plagued with strange, exciting new thoughts. Thoughts of submission, of servitude, of accepting a new type of bliss into her mind. She chalked it up to her new job, as Mark’s assistant she didn’t really know precisely what she’d be doing, just that she’d have to serve him to the best of her abilities, always. She was naked, because well, that’s how she always slept. Sophie rolled out of bed, ready to do her exercises and yoga. She didn’t know exactly when he’d mentioned them yesterday, but Mark had given her some affirmations, something she could say throughout her exercises to help the time pass. To help get her in the mindset for her new role.

‘I must keep my body in shape,’ she spoke aloud, quite quietly first.

It was a little embarrassing to her, even after speaking the first one, she could feel how pleasant it was.

‘Keeping my body in shape, makes me a better assistant,’ Sophie said.

They were just so easy to say as she stretched herself out and worked her body.

‘Being a better assistant, is what matters most to me,’

She started to speak a little louder now, finding the words came to her easier.

‘Being a good assistant is about serving,’

The words flowed from her lips, she barely thought about them.

‘Serving brings me pleasure,’

Yes, serving brought Sophie pleasure.

‘Pleasure keeps me docile,’

As if on cue, a pleasurable fog started to fill Sophie’s mind. She’d never felt so good doing her exercises before.

‘Being docile makes me happy,’

Yes, it did, a smile spreading across her face, a little bit of a giggle working its way into her affirmations. Some passed out of her mouth without her realising, others really stuck in her mind.

‘Love to please, live to serve,’

It was so easy now, she didn’t care if her words were louder, if her tone became a monotone, if the affirmations were making her so horny, so wet.

‘My mind and body belong to him now,’

Who was he? The person who they belonged to now? Sophie hoped to find out soon.

‘My mind has been cleaned of imperfections,’

Yes, it felt so squeaky clean these days, not so many old complicated thoughts cluttering it up.

‘I am perfectly brainwashed,’

The pleasure increased tenfold, it overwhelmed her senses, she couldn’t exercise through it. Instead she kneeled before her mirror.

‘I am mindlessly obedient and under his control,’

Her hands explored her body, just like how his did. Her breasts, her mouth, every inch of her. All on display. All for him.

‘I am his…his…slave!’ Sophie moaned out the final word as an orgasm rocked her body, rocked her mind, made the world disappear for a moment.

Wow! That was her best session of exercises yet, she’d be sure to keep up with the affirmations. Sophie thought all this as she showered afterwards, not really aware of what happened or what she said, but not caring either way. Caring about stuff like that wasn’t her job, it was her bosses, and she was just his assistant. Sophie came out of the shower and laid out her outfit for her first day of work. She decided against underwear and a bra, they would just get in her way, be far too warm. Instead she went with a tie up pink crop top, it tied up in the front, just barely covering her breasts, her nipples of course were still noticeable under it. Then, she went with a microskirt, the word “princess” written across the butt in glitter. It rode so high on her, but Sophie didn’t mind, this was all who she was. She’d never worn much makeup but decided to put some on for her new job. Lipstick, a little eyeliner, just something to make her look cuter, ditzier, sexier. Sophie giggled, she was getting so dolled up for this, she hoped Mark would approve. She also put her hair up into two cute little pigtails, the perfect style for a silly girl like her.

He’d told her yesterday to let herself in, so she did so, knowing she had plenty to do. The gathering he’d talked about was later that day, and Sophie couldn’t wait to meet all of Mas…Mark’s friends, to show how good of a girl she was. The first order of business was to prepare Mark’s breakfast, which she did with a surprising efficiency. It was like she just knew where everything was, but still, Sophie knew she could do it better. Mark mentioned he’d be training her a lot in her role, something that filled her with good, yummy feelings. She needed to be trained. Sophie, with breakfast complete, placed it on a tray, then brought it into Mark’s bedroom. He was still asleep, so Sophie fell to her knees beside the bed, raising the tray up into the air ready for him. She would kneel there until he awoke, no thought would pass through her mind.

‘Ah good morning princess, good job on bringing me breakfast,’ Mark said.

Sophie blinked; a wave of pleasure ran through her from his praise.

‘Thank you sir! I’m eager to please!’ she said.

Sophie placed the tray across Mark’s lap, then returned to her kneeling position. One thing she was finding tough about the job was anticipating Mark’s needs, but now he was awake she could simply let him tell her what to do.

‘Good girl, you have quite the day ahead of you, but not to worry I’ll help you through it. Now, recite affirmations ten through twenty as I eat my breakfast,’ he said.

Sophie’s mouth was moving before her mind could finish processing what he’d said. She chanted out her affirmations, getting wrapped up in them as they flowed through her mind and body. Mark looked over from his breakfast time to time at Sophie, she’d certainly changed a lot over the last few days. Sophie six days ago wore so much clothing, would die before going to her knees, and didn’t let anyone else influence how she thought. Now here she was, as close to naked as she could get, legs spread as she kneeled, hands placed upon them palms up. Another’s words chanted from her drooling, smiley lips, eyes wide and glazed. She was almost her true self now.

‘Stop, good girl, now it’s time to properly get to work,’ Mark said.

Sophie stopped, closing her mouth and nodding. While he was going to get ready for the day, Sophie was to give the apartment a good, final cleaning. She hummed to herself Mark’s music from yesterday, occasionally an affirmation slipping from her lips as she did so. The work was quite tiring, it seemed a good while before he was finished getting ready. As he once more emerged from his bedroom, his suit on ready for later, Sophie looked up at him with, filled with a newfound lust. In doing so, she’d knocked herself against a small table, causing a small vase to fall to the floor and crack. Alarm bells rang in her head, she’d just done something bad. Sophie instantly threw herself into a bow.

‘I’m so sorry sir! It was an accident I didn’t mean to, please don’t let me go I need you!’

It wasn’t a valuable vase, Mark knew that, but Sophie didn’t.

‘That’s perfectly alright my pet, mistakes do happen, although there will be some degree of punishment for this. Just so you understand to not make such a mistake again in the future,’ he said.

Sophie looked up at him, her boss who stood over her and looked so very tall, so commanding. She gulped, knowing she needed to be punished but hoping it wouldn’t be too awful. Mark went and took a seat on his black leather chair, then instructed Sophie to come over to him. She began to stand up, when he told her to stop.

‘On your hands and knees please, this is a punishment after all dear,’ he said.

Of course! How could she be so stupid! This was why she left the big decisions to him, Sophie crawled over on her hands and knees, head bowed in shame.

‘Now lay yourself on your front across my lap like a good girl,’

She did as she was told, now lying over her boss’s lap. He moved her body into position with his hands, making it so her butt was raised and vulnerable, as her head sagged over the side. Then, he brought down a firm smack on her cheeks. Sophie gasped, half from pain, half from pleasure.

‘We’re going to do a few more of these, after each you will repeat after me, understood princess?’

Sophie nodded her head. Another smack came down.

‘You are a naughty girl,’ Mark said.

‘I am a naughty girl,’

Smack. Another gasp of pleasure.

‘You deserve to be punished,’

‘I deserve to be punished,’

Smack, it felt so good for her.

‘By being punished, you’ll learn to be better,’

‘By being punished, I’ll learn to be better,’ Sophie gasped out.

Smack, he was so right.

‘Your body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’

‘My body must be punished, so your mind can learn,’

This time, there wasn’t a smack. Sophie awaited it, but nothing came. She went to turn and see why one wasn’t coming when it hit her. This time afterwards, Mark’s hand lingered, squeezing the cheek.

‘Your mind must be empty, so your body can serve,’

‘My mind must be empty, so my body can serve,’

With that smack, it was like the thoughts were smacked straight out of her head.

‘You live to serve, and love to obey,’

‘I live to serve, and love to obey,’

The smack came down this time, bringing no pain, but only pleasure.

‘You give your body and mind to me now,’

‘I give my body and mind to you now,’

One last smack that brought waves of pleasure crashing through her body.

‘Good girl, you may stop repeating, but don’t get up just yet,’ Mark said.

She wouldn’t dream of it, not without his permission. Sophie lay in place as Mark’s hands now ran up and down her body. His touch was electric, it was fire, it was bliss. One hand settled by her breasts, the other soothed her sore cheeks.

‘There is one more piece of punishment I’m afraid Sophie, a slight demotion. Nothing to worry about, just a role I think fits better for you. From now on, you’ll be my servant. And I’m no longer your boss, but your master, is that understood?’

It was perfectly understood, perfectly clear. Sophie would need to work her way up from the bottom, serving as a servant first, before she could dream of being an assistant. Master. The word bounced about her head, feeling so good to think.

‘Yes Master, thank you Master,’ she said.

She lay there for a while longer, letting Master’s hands explore her body like a good servant should. Mark groped at her, he played with her nipples while telling her how she was now such a good girl for him. She couldn’t help but agree, she was a good girl for him now. Her old life was seeming so foggy, so fuzzy these days. When did she become her Master’s servant? What did she do before this? The questions only lingered in her mind for moments, her thoughts being replaced by affirmations, by his words, by whatever Master wanted. She’d reach orgasm just from those words alone, just from letting them now permeate in her mind.

‘Looks like you made a mess of yourself princess, go clean yourself up, then it’s time to get things ready for our gathering,’

Sophies face and body were covered in drool. She crawled down off of Master’s lap, then went to the bathroom on all fours. It was natural for her to be low down, to act so inferior to her Master. Sophie cleaned herself up in the bathroom, her hands exploring her body as she did. She felt so sexy being Master’s servant, she knew she was only meant to touch with his permission but it just felt so good! Sophie giggled at herself in the mirror, noticing just how slutty and silly she looked. Some part of her deep down had an issue with this, but she was quickly learning to ignore it. Before she could bring herself to orgasm again though, she’d leave the bathroom, as per Master’s orders.

‘Today servant, I’m going to teach you something very important, it’s how to make Master’s special punch,’ Mark said, as Sophie returned from the bathroom, still so hot and bothered.

She crawled over to Master, who on the kitchen counter had before him a large punch bowl. The bowl to Sophie looked already full, as she kneeled by the counter, kneeled next to her Master. Looking up at him made her feel so weak, so powerless, and she couldn’t help but notice just how sexy he was. She’d always found him sexy and irresistible, right? Sophie remembered something about how she’d purposely ordered a delivery to go to his place, just to have an excuse to introduce herself.

Master explained to Sophie exactly how his punch was made, how he used a special combination of chemicals to stimulate arousal, to weaken the will of the person who drank it. Sophie of course would drink plenty up throughout the day, as Master explained to her the importance of regular taste testing. She’d slurp it down hungrily, greedily, becoming addicted to the sweetness of the substance. She’d often feel too weak or dizzy to drink anymore, but Master would be so kind to hold her head and pour it down her throat. Any excess she sucked off his fingers. He’d explain a little more about the job as she did this, as she felt the core of her being changing to fit his whims. It made her so wet. After such a long day, Master let her have a short nap, on the pink couch.

‘Wake up servant, I need you at least lucid for your final task today. Our guests will be arriving shortly,’

Sophie was snapped out of her grogginess when she felt a tug at her neck. She looked down to see something new, a pink collar around her neck. Attached to it was a chain, being held by her Master. The collar felt so tight around her neck, she’d always feel its presence around her neck now. The tug was enough to cause her to roll onto the floor, where she remained on her hands and knees. When she tried to ask about the collar, Sophie felt the ballgag in her mouth. Not only that, but she was entirely naked with her clothes nowhere in sight.

‘I took the liberty of removing your clothes, they’d only get in the way for what’s to come. You’ll also notice something else happening to you shortly. Don’t try to fight it, it’s going to help finish my work,’

His work? What was Master…Mark talking about? Sophie was trying to realise what he’d done, when she truly realised all that he’d done. The last few days came to her all at once, and for the first time in almost a week, she was well and truly awake. A panic overtook her, over what she’d become, over what he’d done to her. Her eyes went wide, she attempted to crawl away but couldn’t escape the collar and chain.

‘This is the most important phase, I may have had you brainwashed before, but there was always the risk of you snapping out of it, and returning to, this,’ Mark said, the disdain on his face clear.

‘When the guests arrive, we’re going to overwhelm this version of you, until you willingly give yourself to me,’

Sophie wouldn’t let it happen, she wasn’t going to let herself be beaten like this, let Mark and his friends, these other guys do stuff to her. What could she do though? Collared and gagged, she could just try to run at Mark, but still found herself too weak, too groggy from all that he’d done. There was a knock on the apartment door, Sophie felt a lump in the back of her throat. This was it, the last few moments for her if she wasn’t able to resist. The possible end of her independence.

‘Come in, she’s ready for you!’ Mark called out.

So, they did, these friends of Mark that Sophie feared. At least, she did until they entered the room. They weren’t a bunch of guys looking to use her, but rather women, beautiful, blonde women who all looked to be interchangeable. There were a whole crowd of them, and in Sophie’s disorientated state it was hard to tell how many, or even to tell them from each other. They all wore the same, low cut pink dress, the same gem studded open toe high heels. They all wore the same vacuous smile on their faces.

‘She’s so cute Master! Excellent choice!” one of them said.

‘I can’t wait until she joins us, ooh I call dibs on her ass training,’ said another, who leered over her.

Ass training? Join them? Sophie shook her head, attempting to crawl away, yet this human sea of pink simply walked closer. One of them reached down and…. they stroked her. Like some sort of pet they stroked her. Sophie turned bright red, unsure what to do in retaliation.

‘Aww honey, you must be feeling scared but there’s no need to worry. He’s done this to all of us and we’re much happier,’

‘Yeah, like you get to be his slave for a bit and that’s fun, but then he sets you up with a job, a life, and introduces you to like, the best people!’

Their words were backed up by their soft caresses. Sophie couldn’t help quiver and moan over their soft, delicate touch. No doubt Mark’s drugs were still in her system, or he’d put something in her head to make their touch feel so good. Hands, breasts, bodies were starting to surround her. She felt herself being lifted onto that pink couch, laid down on the cold pleasurable leather. They held down her ankles, her wrists, but she couldn’t fight even if she wanted to.

‘It’s bliss when Master finally breaks you, don’t worry we’ll leave you on the edge for a while,’

‘Master does the final breaking anyways, you’ll finally get to experience his cock, well, experience it while lucid,’ one giggled.

The slaves became more erotic in their touch, groping at Sophies breasts, running their tongues up and down her body. This white hot pleasure shot through her system. She moaned and groaned into her gag. Leaning into their touches, their caresses. It all felt too good, it was all too much, she couldn’t, she couldn’t….resist….

‘That’s disappointing, it looks like she’s already breaking. Well girls step aside, I’ll finish her off,’ Sophie heard Mark saying, he sounded a world away.

Sophie’s eyes flickered, her senses melted by pleasure, her brain rattling about unable to focus on anything for more than a second. One moment she wanted to resist, another she felt fear, but on most moments she felt a calm bliss. The calm bliss was winning out, and it was when she felt her legs be spread, and something placed between them it took over. Mark made his first thrust into her, and once more became Master in her mind. Sophie saw the light. Her independence, her resistance, it was all for nothing. For now, she was a slave, a slave who now rode her Master’s cock. It was if he was fucking the will straight out of her, as a new baseline of slavery compounded on that he’d brainwashed into her. Even if she snapped out of her state, there was no going back now. Sophie was a slave. Mark was her Master. This was how it was. When he finally came, he removed her ball gag, to see that same vacuous smile worn upon her face as his other conquests.

‘Thank you for showing me the truth Master, this slave is yours now,’ she droned.

‘Very good, girls, you may enjoy her now,’

Once more slave-Sophie was met with a sea of hands, and she experienced her mind breaking all over again. The bliss overwhelmed her, she didn’t know when she’d been carried back into Master’s bedroom, or when she’d ended up in a huddle of slave girls, who fed her more punch, who played with her whole body. It didn’t matter now, she could rest, so she’d awake tomorrow, as her Master’s forever slave.

Life in the city was tough, there was no denying it. It was proving easy though for Sophie, a 19-year-old mindless slave, who only ever needed to do as her Master asked.

#hypnosis #erotichypnosis #hypnotized #hypnokink #brainwashing #brainwashed #brainwash #mindcontrol #mind control #oc

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Shark (Troy Otto x OC)

I’ve really enjoyed rewatching FTWD lately, particularly S3 since Troy was such an interesting character that had so many complicated layers and I thought his relationship with Nick could have been explored so much more.

Anyway, this may not go anywhere, but here’s a one-shot or chapter one of a short fic for anyone that may be interested. I've not posted any fanfiction on Tumblr before so I'm fully prepared for it to flop haha! I do post on AO3 under the name Mikki19. :)

Song inspiration for the story: Plastic Heart by Ciscandra Nostalghia

This fic (if I expand on it on here) will have many dark elements due to Troy's mindset. Consider that your warning.

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This wasn’t how it was meant to happen.

All of this trouble over some half-rotten fucking apples.

She’d been minding her own business, her hunger leading her to not take full account of her surroundings as she came across the nearly dead fruit tree. Flies buzzed around the apples that had dropped to the floor long ago, but she noticed 3 overly ripened orbs clinging for life on one of the higher branches. Given how she’d been unable to forage much lately, she was willing to try and take whatever bits of the apples were left.

Her nearly empty bag dropped to the ground as she carefully put one foot in a groove of the tree and hoisted herself up. Her vision was blurry and her head ached, but getting the browning fruits above remained her goal. With shaky limbs she scaled the tree until she could stretch up and touch the apples with her fingertips. She let out a groan of pain as she gave one last stretch and grabbed the branch that held her prize; a small shake had the little round globes dropping to the ground with a squelch making her grimace. Beggars can’t be choosers, she reminded herself.

She hadn’t been expecting to hear the rumble of an engine or the large soldiers that slowly sauntered out of the truck. She’d frozen like a cat being caught climbing something they shouldn’t have as one stepped forward. His brown curls and bright eyes gave the impression of innocence, but the shadow of calculation overcoming his face made her realise how fucked she was.

Harper unsteadily slid down the tree and noticed how her bag – that had very little inside it apart from an empty bottle, a Swiss Army knife, a torn and distressed picture of her brother, and the collar of her dog that had defended her until the end – was closer to the man than to her. With a sharklike smile he picked up the bag and threw it behind him for one of his friends to rifle through and cocked his head to the side in wonder as to what her next move would be.

She heard him laugh as she dived behind the tree and ran as fast as she could to the building nearby. A loud scream left her as a corpse immediately launched itself at her as she burst through the door; its teeth were so close to her that she could feel a few strands of hair be ripped from her scalp as it snapped its jaws. She kept an arm pushing across its chest as she frantically ripped her pocketknife from her boot, flipped it open and sent the blade through the walker’s skull. The body dropped to the filthy floor, sending a cloud of grey dust into the air that made her choke. Harper turned her head and saw the soldier slowly making his way to the building she’d just entered.

So, here she was. Trapped like a mouse as the cat prowled around looking for its next meal. She slowed her breathing as much as she could and huddled under the abandoned desk; her hand held a strong grip on the knife but she could already feel her body shaking in exhaustion. She hadn’t eaten properly or slept more than a few hours for days since her camp got overrun by a hoard of the dead. She wasn’t ready for a fight. She knew that this was only going to go one way judging by the firepower that these men had and how clean and well-fed they looked. With any luck she could lose or injure the guy in the building and run out through a back exit.

“You know, I don’t want to hurt you. People always look at me like a monster, but I’m not. If you come out, there doesn’t have to be a struggle.” Harper could hear him in the corridor outside of the abandoned office she’d dived into. The way he sounded so chilled, almost bored or uninterested, made her want to deliver a swift kick to his smug face.

She’d always been a fighter. When the kid in 9th grade pushed her to the floor and laughed, she’d got up just as quick and head-butted him without a thought. When Sophia had looked at her brown curls with a sneer, she’d quickly pulled on the blonde locks until the girl begged for mercy. Of course, her spitfire nature came with consequences. She’d found that out pretty quick when her father started to use a firmer, more brutal hand in order to get her to comply, and her mother had pulled her out of school and begun to slip light sedatives in her food. They were afraid of her, she knew that. They were afraid she’d inherited that rage that had sent her grandmother into a mental hospital at the age of 39 until she died in a medication induced coma at 46. It wasn’t until her brother died when she was 18 that things began to change. Her fire had been reduced to nothing and she walked around the house like one of the dead even before they’d started to rise. Malachi had been her rock. He’d been the only one to believe in her and used that anger that burned within her belly to train her how to wrestle. She soon grew hungry for the sport and had aspired to join the independent wrestling scene as soon as she could break away from her parents. Malachi’s death had changed all of that though. The once bright-eyed girl had been reduced to a withered husk. The fire within had been extinguished and the thought of fighting made her feel nauseous. Her parents had been quite relieved; they’d have rather have her broken than be the monster they were sure she’d have turned into. From then on she’d been a shadow of her former self; she spent most of her days sleeping or pretending to listen to her mother prattle on about one thing or another whilst her father went to work.

She could feel that familiar ache in her chest. She wanted to get up and fight, but her legs felt like jelly and her head was about ready to explode. So, she waited. Her eyes clenched shut as the door to the office slowly closed. She heard the thud of a gun being put on the table near the door and the heavy footsteps of army boots make their way across the room.

“I know you’re under there.” A squeak left her mouth as two large hands slammed down on top of the desk. “Won’t you come out? You don’t even know what I have to offer to you. Those apples you were so desperately reaching for? I can give you a whole basket full… if you just come out.” He made it sound so goddamn easy and simple. “I said: come out!” The sudden anger in his voice made her gulp and slowly stand. Her green eyes met his; despite the anger that had been in his voice, his face was blank as he drank the sight of her in.

Her cropped top was torn and covered in blood, her shorts were dirty and her boots were worn. She was clinging to life by a thread and they both knew it. Her 5’7” stature was dwarfed by his large 6’1” body. He could tell she had been quite fit and muscular before all of this, but poor nutrition had left her looking withered and underdeveloped. He could easily see her ribs and hipbones from where she stood. She was completely filthy and he noted bruises and scratches on her legs from where she had been running wild for who knows how long. It was her eyes that got him the most; he’d seen those eyes before, he saw that same determination and anger every time he looked at his own reflection. She didn’t want to give up, but she was so tired. Her body wobbled in place and she sucked her chapped bottom lip between her teeth in an attempt to keep the sob that was building at bay.

“Come here.” When she made no effort to move Troy quickly reached forwards, grabbed her by the neck and lifted her over the desk so that she was in front of him. He laughed as his free hand quickly caught her wrist as she sluggishly tried to get him with her knife. “Drop it.” Troy murmured softly.

“No.” Her voice cracked from lack of use. “No.” A heavy sigh left his mouth before he tightened his grip until he could feel her ligaments and bones creak under his grasp. “Agh!” Her other hand came to claw at his fingers desperately as she felt like her wrist would break.

“Drop. It.” He hissed with no intention of loosening his hold until she complied like a good girl. The knife fell with a clatter as she swallowed down her pride and submitted. Immediately his once vicelike grip turned into a soft hold and he allowed his thumb to carefully rub the already bruising skin. “Do you see what you made me do?” He spoke like he was talking to a child. “I’m not a bad person. You just need to listen to me.” Troy watched as her face crumpled and she stared at her feet. He was so used to looking at people like an experiment that he was shocked to find his mind wasn’t trying to work out how long it would take this weakened girl to turn. He looked at her in wonder instead. He could tell that she was broken inside. It was easy to see as the swell of defiance was in her gaze but it was overpowered by the lost look. She needed someone to lead her. She needed direction… purpose… He’d give it to her. He could see her at the ranch with him. She’d be in the living area waiting for him to return from a hunt with a smile on her face and no shoes on her feet. She wouldn’t need shoes; shoes were only necessary for people going outside. He was all she would need. She would be his.

Harper carefully looked up at the soldier and blinked as she saw the concentration in them. “Who are you?”

“My name is Troy. Yours?”

“H-Harper.”

“Where are you from?”

“England… originally. We moved to the States after my brother died… too many memories at home.”

“How’d your brother die? Was he sick?” His head snapped to the side as her hand came up and connected with his cheek. Harper was breathless from the exertion but the carelessness in which he talked about her brother made her blood boil. Malachi was a subject not meant to be touched. “Hm… wrong move.” Troy’s grip tightened once again on her wrist as he spun her around, pushed her front onto the desk and pulled her limb until an aching pain grew in her shoulder from the angle. He used his own body to hover over her so that she couldn’t straighten up. “Apologise.” He wedged his legs between hers as she started to flail and kick out in order to avoid the low blow that she was aiming to deliver; his hips stayed firm against the back of her thighs despite the movements she was making. A deep groan left his mouth as her actions awakened the primal urge within him that told him to claim her. Harper suddenly stilled as she felt a heavy, hard length begin to grow against her ass. “Apologise.” He simply repeated, suddenly breathless as his body buzzed from the stimulation. He wasn’t used to this reaction. Sure, he could see pretty girls from those that would probably be a last pick, but he’d never felt this need to claim before. He’d had sex before, meaningless and ultimately disappointing sex with girls that had wanted to get closer to his perfect brother or had wanted a better standing within the ranch and chosen the somewhat vulnerable youngest Otto to try and make that happen, but this felt like more than just an urge to find his way into the warmth between her legs. This felt like something he needed; like the blood in his veins and the air that he breathed. She felt like a piece of the puzzle that would fit perfectly into place and make him feel that little bit more whole.

Harper could feel his hot breath shakily release against the back of her head and shuddered. “I- I am sorry.” She whispered gently in an attempt to appease the unpredictable man behind her. She felt him slowly release her wrist but he made no motion to move away from her. Her back tensed as his hands slowly went to her sides and gripped her hips. He stayed still for a moment, almost as though he was using his hold on her body to ground himself, before stepping back with a low chuckle.

“Good girl. You’re learning already.” Troy leant down and grabbed her knife, a knowing look in his eye as he pocketed it for himself before pulling something else out of his jacket. A thin strip of plastic was in his grasp. “Put your wrists out and together.” Harper exhaled as she looked at the cable tie. Exhaustion was defeating her and he’d taken what little energy she had left. Her body was propped up by the table behind her and she knew if she stepped away then her legs were likely to collapse.

“Where are you going to take me?” She asked softly understanding that she had no way out of this in her current state.

“Back to base. It’s safe there.” Troy stated proudly as though he was saving her and not taking her against her will. “Do you understand? I’m going to keep you safe. I’ll feed you and get you clean so I can see exactly what is under all of this filth.” Harper’s mouth watered at the thought of food and a shower. Her basic human needs screamed at her to obey as she shakily held out her hands to him. He carefully looped the plastic around her wrists and tightened it until she winced; only stopping when her eyes looked into his pleading for some form of mercy. “Are you thankful?” Harper gave a shaky nod under his intense stare that seemed to strip her naked and glare into her soul. “Use your words.”

Harper swallowed down her bile as he raised his brow expectantly. “Yes… thank you, Troy.” His grin was the last thing she saw before her body finally gave up and she dropped to the cold ground unconscious.

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You look for me Inside the dark I am the ocean You are the shark You hunt me like Your last goodbye Oh fallen angel Of the night

---Plastic Heart by Ciscandra Nostalghia---

#fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #troyotto #troy otto #ocs #original female character #troy otto x oc #fear the walking dead #ftwd

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