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planet-dusk · 8 months

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☆ making bad decisions for you ∘ b.c

chan fucked up, and now he's left to deal with the consequences. how does one find someone to help their sweet pup through her heat on such short notice? the first step: call jisung. the second step: stay on the straight path. he has this under control. at least that's what chan thinks, until you throw him a curve...

─── ☆ pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

─── ☆ length: 2.3k

─── ☆ warnings: puppy hybrid!reader, sub!reader, perv!chan, big dick chan, pillow humping, corruption, bondage, unprotected sex, breeding (like a lot), dirty talk, praise, pet names: baby, pup, puppy

─── ☆ note: 18+ minors dni. the characters don’t represent real idols; this is fiction for entertainment purposes only. fictional smut is not a reflection of real life ! always communicate with your partner and practice consensual and safe sex ‹33

Chan’s in over his head.

He knew this day would come. He should’ve been prepared. But he’s been so busy lately, and he didn’t keep track of your cycle — fuck, if only he could physically beat himself up for being the world’s shittiest owner.

And of course he can’t find the informational flyers anywhere, and he doesn’t trust the internet, the advice varying so wildly he isn’t sure what to believe. He could call the shelter, but he doesn’t want them to find out he messed up. What if they take you away from him?

So he calls the only experienced person he can think of: Jisung.

“I really don’t know what to do, Han, fuck! Please help…”

“Take a deep breath, it’ll be alright. It’s not your fault there’s a suppressant shortage. You sure you don’t want to…?”

“I can’t, it’s… it’s wrong,” Chan feels the panic rising in his chest again. He takes another gulp of air to calm his shaky nerves.

“Fine, okay, it was just a suggestion! No need to yell at me, lemme look into it. I'll find a stud for her and come over as soon as my shift’s done, okay? You try to stay calm in the meantime and do exactly as I've told you to. Can you do that?”

“I’m sorry, it’s - I’m a mess, I should’ve seen it coming, but thank you, Ji. Thank you. I owe you one.”

“No worries, bro. Good luck. Call me if you need any help.”

The call disconnects and Chan is left standing alone in the empty bathroom, his heart galloping in his chest. He failed you. But he needs to be there for you now. He's not proud of what he’s about to do, but you’ll understand. He has no other choice. When this is all over you’ll understand. Please, you have to…

“Please forgive me, Y/N,” he whispers and unlocks the door.

As soon as he steps out of the bathroom Chan’s thrown off balance by your body slamming into his. “Channie, sir, please,” you whimper, pressing yourself tighter against his side and wrapping your arms around his neck. Chan feels a blush rise to his cheeks and turns his head away, swallowing harshly.

“Let’s go to your bedroom, pup.”

You yelp excitedly and dart off, throwing yourself on the bed. Your tail wags against the sheets and Chan can’t help but smile. When he was a little kid he always thought he’d get a wolfdog hybrid, or a big husky, but then he saw you at the shelter: a little cream coloured mutt with soft ears and a fluffy tail, and he knew he had to bring you home.

You’re watching him rummage through his nightstand, head cocked and ears pointed. “‘t hurts, Channie, please hurry,” you roll on your back and stay there, skirt sliding down your thighs and almost exposing your panties. Chan coughs.

“I know, baby, Channie’s here to make it all better,” he mumbles and fishes a pair of padded handcuffs out of the drawer. “Just give me your hands, okay?”

You give him a puzzled look but comply, letting him attach the cuffs to the headboard. “I'm so sorry, puppy, I'm sorry,” he whispers, avoiding your eyes.

Then he turns around and hurries out of the room, closing the door behind him with a soft but resolute thud.

Your frustrated howls are loud enough to reach the living room and he flinches. Every noise you make pierces his soul and adds to the pool of guilt in his gut. He had to do it, Jisung told him so — keep her safe, tie her up somewhere, otherwise she might hurt herself. It’s for her best interest.

Chan knows, but why does it hurt him so much? He checks his phone, looking for a distraction. Two hours left until Jisung’s shift is done. Surely he can find a stud before the end of the day, right? Jisung knows so many people. He said everything would be fine. Chan just has to relax and trust him.

He takes another deep breath and turns on the tv, mindlessly going through the channels. He checks his phone again. 5 minutes have passed. Time’s never felt this slow.

Eventually he settles on a documentary about tiger hybrids. He almost succeeds in focusing on the (terrible but entertaining) storyline when he notices your howls have changed into softer, breathier sounds. They almost sound like… moans? Chan thinks. He feels his cock stir. He shifts on the couch and stares at the tv, but the screen is a blur and he doesn’t hear a word the voiceover says.

The noises continue and Chan grows more restless. How…? He looks at his phone again. 90 minutes left.

With growing curiosity, Chan’s feet lead him to your bedroom almost involuntarily. Your noises have grown softer, little moans and whimpers drifting through the door. With a quiet click he opens it and peeks his head around.

You’re sitting on the bed, awkwardly positioned with your hands still chained to the headboard. Somehow you’ve managed to maneuver one of the pillows between your spread knees. You’re grinding down on it, fluffy tail causing your skirt to ride up. From his position in the doorframe Chan catches a glimpse of your white panties hugging your ass.

The noises you’re making range from whiny to plain frustrated, the friction not enough to satisfy you. When you bend over to try and find a better position, Chan sucks in a breath, cock swelling at the sight of your soaked panties. You’re so wet the gusset has become almost see through, clinging to the outline of your pussy.

Chan shouldn’t be here. He should leave before you notice him, before it’s too late. He should go back to the living room, put on his headphones and wait for Jisung to arrive. Let him sort it out. Get you a handsome dog hybrid to help you through your heat.

“Chan?” your voice is soft, halting his train of thought. “Please…”

He’s not sure if it’s your broken plea or something else that compels him to move, but Chan steps into your room. Your tail starts to wag slowly and you drop to your elbows, presenting yourself to him. From this distance Chan can see the tantalizing curve where your thighs meet your ass, the spot he wants to lick and suck and tease…

“‘s okay, puppy, Channie’s here.” There’s still time to leave. But you’re looking back at him with your pretty eyes — how could he say no to his sweet pup? He wants to protect you. Keep you safe. Jisung and his stud be damned.

“I’m so sorry I did this to you, Y/N. I panicked.”

His hand strokes your thigh and you sigh into his touch. “Don’t leave me again, Channie. Promise.”

Chan shakes his head. “It was a mistake, I promise, I’m here with you now pup. Let me help you.”

You mewl when his fingers graze your clothed slit. “Sir, ‘s hurting, don’t make me wait any longer, need you to breed me now, please,” you trail off, grinding back against his hand.

Normally Chan would take his time to explore your body, tease you until you’ve cum at least twice before he’d give you his cock. But he hears the urgency in your voice, your pained little whimpers as you tug at your restraints.

And it’d be a lie to say he hasn’t fantasized about this before. Late at night in his own bedroom while he tried to muffle his moans, unsure of what your sensitive ears could pick up.

Chan slides your panties down your thighs with shaky hands. Your pretty cunt’s all puffy and glossy with your slick and it drips down his fingers when he pushes two inside.

Your reaction is instantaneous, a pleasant gasp as you arch your back for him. “Need more, need your cock, need it now,” you plead again.

“You sure you can take it, puppy?”

Chan rolls his plush bottom lip between his teeth. He doesn’t want to hurt you.

“‘Mmm don’t care, make it fit,” you pout and wag your tail for him, “Channie.”

He’ll never tire of hearing his name like this. A broken sound, filled with so much need it goes straight to his head.

He chucks off his pants and his boxers, hard cock springing free and slapping against his abdomen. He slides the tip over your slit to wet it, holding your hips to keep you still. Then he sheathes himself in your dripping heat inch by inch, whispering soft praises into the air between you.

“Just like that, puppy, don’t move. Gonna fill you up so good baby, let me take care of you.”

Chan knows he’s big, watches your pretty hole stretch to accommodate him. He groans at how wet and warm you feel. It’s even better than he imagined. When you shift forward on your knees he growls, “Where do you think you’re going, pup? I'm not even halfway in yet.”

He pushes in deeper, watches you arch your back even more. “Channie, so full,” you pant when he finally bottoms out, stilling for a moment to catch his breath. The sensation of your soft, velvety cunt around him is overwhelming all his senses.

“Yeah? Is my puppy nice and full?”

“Wanted - wanted this for so long,” you say and his heart makes a little leap. He knows it’s just your heat-clouded mind talking, the hormones making you more susceptible to his presence. But there’s a small part of him that dares to hope you’re speaking the truth.

“Yah - wanted my sir, my Channie,” you nod when he starts moving, holding tight onto the handcuff’s chain. He briefly considers removing them, but you don’t seem to mind being tied up like this, pushing back on his cock like the neediest little thing he’s ever seen.

My Channie.

“I want you too, Y/N,” he groans and you hum at the sound of your name. “Can’t stay away from you - my pretty baby… knew it from the day I brought you home.”

You’re moaning every time his hips meet yours, soft uh-uh-uh’s like music to his ears. Your pussy is gushing around his length, and Chan’s not sure how long he’s going to last if you keep clenching down on him like this.

“Fuck, puppy - you’re hugging my cock so tight,” he lands a playful smack on your ass, “want me to breed you that bad, huh? Want me to stuff you full with pups?”

He tilts your hips to reach even deeper, fat cock slamming into you with force. You’re slumping against the mattress and he hovers over your back to nip at your ear, eliciting another moan from you. The soft fur of your tail tickles his abs but Chan is too focused on the erratic pulsing of your walls around him.

“Are you going to cum for me, baby? I can feel you’re close, just let go. I’ve got you. Channie’s got you. My good girl.”

You sob and he feels your release gush around him, fucking you through your high with renewed vigor. You’re a blabbering mess, unable to form words except for “Channie,” “please,” and “fuck.”

“Did my puppy lose her tongue?” He grins. “Getting all dumb on my cock after one orgasm, and I haven’t even bred you yet, baby.”

“Please…need it,” you whisper into the sheets, “need you to cum inside, please, sir.”

Even with his weight pressing you into the bed you’re still angling your hips up more, and Chan buries his face into the crook of your neck. You smell so good, like vanilla and the heady scent of sex. “I always keep my promise, pup, I’m going to breed you so well you’ll feel it dripping out of you for the next three days.”

You turn your head just enough to catch his gaze, your eyes so glossy and fucked-out Chan loses all composure. He ruts into you one, two more times before ropes of thick cum paint your inner walls and tumble you headfirst into another orgasm.

His thighs are shaking, your cunt milking him of every last drop until he’s a panting mess on top of you. For a moment the two of you lay still, breathing heavily, until Chan realizes you’re still chained to the bed. He pulls out and you mumble something when you feel his cum drip out of you, rubbing your thighs together.

Chan unclasps the handcuffs and kisses your wrists, hugs you close and captures your lips with his own. They’re so soft, needy little sounds already escaping you again as you rut against his thigh. “Need more, Channie.”

“Insatiable little thing,” he grins and traces your puffy cunt with his fingers. “Can’t get enough, can you?”

He slips one finger in your sensitive hole just as the doorbell rings. You look up in surprise, eyes wide and ears darting in all directions.

Chan kisses you again. “Ignore the bell, pup. I’m not going anywhere. Made a promise, remember? Need to breed you nice and round. Maybe make you beg a little more for it,” he chuckles, “let me see how needy you can really get.”

You’re grinding down on his thigh now and Chan doesn’t care how long he has to stay here with you, he’ll give you whatever you want. He’ll spend days holed up inside your nest if he has to.

You grab his shirt and pull him closer, and the blaring sound of his ringtone rips him out of his reverie.

He rolls over with a groan and hits the green button, cutting off Jisung’s voice. “It’s already taken care of, Ji. Thank you.”

“Wha —? You sly dog!”

Chan throws his phone into a corner and rolls you onto your back, slotting himself between your thighs with a smile. “Don’t worry, pup. I won’t let anyone else touch you ever again.”

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luvyeni · 6 months

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❛NICE GUY❜ ( l. haechan )

p. stalker!haechan x fem!reader w. 2k+

warnings? dark fic, stalking, non consensual photo taking, unprotected sex

— 𖦹 ( in the midst of your stalker running lose you trust haechan , he seems like nice guy ) !

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“what’s his name?” your friend asked , her senses going off. “lily , i told you already.” you sighed annoyed , you had been talking about this date for the past week , but your friend had been skeptical. “it’s haechan.”

“well I’m sorry for being concerned for your well being.” your friend said. “especially with all those weird messages you’ve been getting , and plus you don’t know this guy , he could be crazy.”

your friend , although her nagging was annoying , she was right , it was a big risk meeting haechan – also known as donghyuck , you had been getting weird messages and pictures from a random number for the past few weeks , this stalker had known all your information - where’d you work , your address. he even knew where your childhood home was – it was super creepy.

you had found hyuck on dating site about two weeks ago , and he seemed like a nice guy. he was cute , held a good job at a good company – and of course to make sure he wasn’t catfishing you , you’d facetimed a few times before agreeing to meet him at a bar.

so hear you are , at 9pm walking to the bar listening to your friend nag you over the phone. “lily , listen.” you interrupt her rant. “I know you’re worried – the stalker thing creeps me out too , but what should i do? i can’t stay in the house forever.” you said. “plus i’ve talked to haechan , i’ve seen his face and he genuinely seems nice.”

your friend sighed in defeat. “i know you want me to be safe , but it’s fine , plus the bar will be crowded.” you reassured. “okay fine , you win.” she said. “just be safe , and don’t go home with him.” you hummed , the bar came into view. “i won’t , i’ll see you later okay?” you said. “okay , please call me when you’re on your way home.” you agreed , hanging the phone up , pulling the bar door open , walking in. if you’d only turned back once , looked around at your surroundings just once – you would’ve realized that you were being followed since the moment you walked out the house.

you sat down at the bar , the bartender coming up asking for your order. “oh i’m meeting someone , he should be here in a few minutes.” you smiled politely , he nodded excusing himself to take another order. you decided to text him , opening up your phone to text him , only to be met with 2 new messages , but not from haechan – but from your stalker. ‘you look sexy in that dress.’ your eyes scanned the messages. ‘have fun tonight my love’

he knew you were out on a date? had he been watching you? was he still watching you? you began to sweat , anxiety slowly kicking in – what were you supposed to do now , what if he was watching you now. “(y/n)?” you gasped , jumping , quickly swiveling your body around. “whoa! you okay?”

you sighed , heartbeat coming back down after you came face to face with the man. “haechan.” you said , he smiled. “you okay , you seemed scared?” you nodded , he sat down next to you. “i’m okay , just a bit nervous.” more like scared shitless , but you didn’t want to let him know that. “nervous?” he smirked. “meeting me made you nervous , i’m flattered.”

he sat down , the waiter returning to take your orders , bringing you your drinks , while you got to know each other. “so tell me about you.” you told him what you did for a living , your family even about lily your best friend. “she wasn’t too keen on me coming here alone.” you said. “she’s just a little overprotective , but she means well.” he nodded. “i get it , her best friend is going out with a random dude , i’d be a little weary to , maybe if this goes right , i can prove one day that i’m a nice guy.”

he was such an absolute blessing , like the perfect guy. he was attentive , he listen to everything you said – funny , not even a try hard , he genuinely made you laugh. he was also extremely flirty , not enough to make you uncomfortable , but just enough to make you shy away with a smile , as the date was coming to a end , you felt sad. “why are you frowning , a pretty girl like you shouldn’t be sad?” you smiled , his hand coming up to rub your knuckles. “you are just such a great guy , i just don’t want this date to end.” he smiled , your lips fell into a pout. “it doesn’t have to end here.”

that’s how you found yourself in his car , driving around the city to his condo. “i promised lily i’d come home early , she’s gonna be so mad.” you said , pulling your phone out to text her. “you’re safe with me , i promise.” you smiled , you did feel really safe around him , you felt no sense of danger around him , no red flags going off in your head.

he had your hand in one hand , typing in the passcode to his condo , letting you walk in. “this is really nice.” you took your shoes off. “you must do really well for yourself.” he followed behind you as you walked around. “well i do alright , i work at a tech company.” he was checking all of your boxes , good job , kind , sexy as hell.

“computer nerd , so your sexy and smart.” he came up behind you , his hands ghosting your waist. “sexy huh?” he nose nudged against your neck , you sighed. “yeah.” you breathed , he kissed your neck. “you’re sexy too , been trying to be a gentleman all night long , it was so hard.”

things only escalated from there , he dragged you to his room , unzipping your dress letting it fall the ground. “such a pretty body.” he unbuttoned his shirt , letting it hit the floor , grabbing your jaw , slamming his lips into yours. teeth clashing , messy kissing as he backed you up until you fell onto the bed , undoing his pants. “lay back baby.”

he climbed on top of your body , heavy breathing – his hand coming under your body , undoing your bra , throwing it across his floor. he grabbed your boobs , bringing his lips around it. “fu-fuck haechan.” you moaned , your hands tracing his body until you reached his clothed cock , palming his hard-on. “off , take them off.”

he got off the bed taking his pants off , you took your panties off. he got back on the bed , grabbing your waist , putting you in the face down ass up position. “so fucking wet.” he grabbed the fat of your ass , spreading your cheeks , his face close to your cunt , spitting on your hole , before licking a stripe up your cunt. “h-haechan , oh my god!” you squealed as he ate your cunt like he was starving.

he inserted a finger into your hole , fingering you as he licked your cunt. “you taste so fucking good , pussy is so fucking sweet , want you to cum on my tongue.” he buried his face in your cunt , slurping up all your juices. “haechan , i’m gonna cum!” you were moaning so loud , haechan was sure he’d get a noise complaint , but he didn’t care at that moment , especially when your little hole was clenching around his tongue , signaling that you were close. “fuck , i’m cumming!”

your legs shook as you came , he drank up all your juices , making sure to clean you up real well , before finally coming up for air. “shit , your pussy taste so good , gonna get addicted to it.” he slapped your ass , you moaned , backing your ass up against his cock. “pl-please fuck me.”

he damn sure wasn’t denying you , pulling his underwear down , his cock springing out , slapping against his stomach. “you ready for my cock?” he rubbed his cock along your folds. “yes.” you whimpered. “please put it in.” you wiggled your ass. “want it so bad.”

he pushed his cock into your hole , holding your waist as he seethed his cock all the way inside your hole. “fucking tight cunt.” he pulled out , slamming back into you. “haechan fuck!” you screamed as he rammed into you , cock stretching you out. “fuck your pussy feels like heaven around my cock.”

he pushed your back deep into a arch , hitting a deeper angle , the ass rippling at the impact of him rutting into you. “look at that ass bouncing against me.” he slapped your ass. “beautiful baby , fucking beautiful.” He groaned. “you were made for me , made for my cock , i knew it the moment i saw you.” he grunted. “i knew only you’d be able to take my fat cock.”

you could barely register what he was saying , your mind on cloud 9. “did i do it? did I fuck you dumb?” he darkly chuckled , he could feel your cunt pulsating around him. “you’re gonna cum , i can feel your pretty pussy tightening around me.” he moaned. “go ahead cum for me.” he slapped your ass. “cum on my fucking cock.”

your mouth fell into a ‘o’ shape , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came , screaming his name. “fuck fuck fuck !” your legs were shaking as he kept slamming into you. “fuck i’m gonna cum , gonna cum on your back.” his thrust began to falter , his falter , his quickly pulled out , cum shooting from his cock on to your back , all over your ass , dripping down to your cunt.

you fell flat on your stomach , worn out. haechan hovered over your body , heavily breathing taking in the sight of your body. “you look beautiful.” he kissed your shoulder. “took my cock like a champ.”

you had fallen asleep , still covered in his cum , haechan promised to clean you off , and he was , he just wanted to look at his work a little longer. he slowly got up , careful not to wake you , reaching for his trusty polaroid camera – cursing as your phone went off , your body twisting and turning at the noises. he picked up the phone reading the contact ‘lily🤎’ , he sighed , he knew from the very beginning she’d be a problem , he’d have to get rid of her sooner or later.

he turned the ringer off , putting the phone down , picking up the camera. he took a photo of your body from every angle , zooming in on your ass , his cum beginning to harden , he had to be quick. he quickly put the camera away after all the photos developed , he made his way out of the room. “haechan?” your voice groggy , he held the photos behind his back , turning around. “gonna get you a rag to clean you up with , go back to sleep.” you nodded drifting back off.

haechan made his way down the hall , to his special room , unlocking the door , walking inside where he is greeted with the hundreds , maybe thousands of photos of you – eating with friends , at work , coming out of your family home after dinner. his cock getting hard again , as he hung up the photos of you covered and his cum ,hanging up the last photo - the picture he took of you sitting at bar fear evident on your face.

it was because moments before he sent that text about how sexy you looked in that dress.

©LUVYENI

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bro-atz · 3 months

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betrayal [trope — mingi]

inspired by: shut up flower boy band — kdrama + this post

pair: rockstar!mingi/afab!reader

word count: 4.5k

content: angst, smut, heartbreak, mingi looks like he could kill you but is the sweetest cinnamon roll, (can you believe mingi is the betrayer gasp), reference to past drug use, drinking, smoking, violence, mingi gets beat up, (seonghwa's kind of a dick... and lowkey like a disney villain whoops), safe sex, car sex, bedroom sex, hand kink, tattoo kink, consensual sex

author's note: i actually had a completely different idea in mind, but then @byuntrash101 posted this and i immediately had a much better idea for the series so thank you for the inspiration love 💕 also someone for the love of god tell me how to stop turning drabbles into novellas thx

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Mingi flung his head back and sighed loudly in the dressing room as he stood before the vanity. He felt your presence behind him and immediately spun around, his shaggy hair covering the sadness in his eyes. You took a hesitant step towards him before he lashed out.

“What are you doing here?” Mingi spat out.

You winced. Sure, Mingi looked like he could kill someone, but in the time you knew him, he was the sweetest fucking cinnamon roll.

“I c-came to support you and the boys,” you murmured— it was the truth. You just wanted to support the band you had come to love, but honestly, you also wanted to see Mingi because you missed him. You missed him so fucking much.

“I told you to never let me see you again, Y/N. What is so fucking hard to understand about that?” Mingi huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up further.

“But why?” your voice wavered, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Tears actually did spill out of your eyes when you cried, “Why are you doing this? Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please? You break up with me over a phone call and tell me you want nothing to do with me, but you never said why!”

Mingi flinched. He hated seeing you cry, and he desperately wanted to just hug you and dry your tears, but he couldn’t. He had to stay away from you, and he couldn’t figure out a way to keep you away without just telling you to stay away. He wasn’t one to cheat or to move on so easily— hell, he had been performing for years, and it took him years to find someone like you, someone who could make everything go away, someone he could actually fall in love with— so he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you. He just needed you to trust him and to just stay away.

“Just get out of my face. Don’t ever come near me again,” Mingi bit out.

He didn’t even brush past you on his way out. He completely avoided you. You fell to your knees and cried as the curtains to the room swished upon his departure.

Before he could even get two steps away from the dressing room, Mingi ran into the one person he did not want to run into.

“Dude, I did what you fucking asked, okay?” he held his hands up and took a step away from him. “I didn’t do shit.”

“I know. I just came to collect,” he responded. “We’ll be out of your hair.”

Mingi nodded and quickly got away before the conversation could persist. He left the venue and slammed the door on his way out. He wanted to just run away into the night, but it was pouring. Of course it was raining. He settled for leaning against the side of the establishment and fishing his carton of cigarettes and his favorite lighter out of his back pocket. He lit one up and took a deep drag before the pain in his heart started to subside.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Mingi heard the bassist’s voice behind him.

“Not now, Yeosang,” Mingi murmured.

“No, dude. Spit it out. One day, Y/N was the love of your life, and the next you’re screaming at her to leave you alone? Nothing’s adding up,” Yeosang pushed further.

“Yeah, we’ll only be able to help you if you tell us what’s going on,” the keyboardist, Yunho, added.

Mingi found himself boxed in by the members of his band and let out his twentieth deep sigh of the day. “Fine,” Mingi mumbled as he took another drag from his cigarette. “But after I tell you guys, I don’t want to hear another word of it. I don’t want to hear her name ever again, got it?”

The men nodded, allowing Mingi to finally reveal what had happened between the two of you.

“Hey, who was that preppy chick in the front row?” the red-headed drummer asked his fellow bandmates.

“Beats me, dude,” Yunho shrugged. “She definitely doesn’t belong here, though.”

“Yeah, she’s like super preppy and shit,” the guitarist giggled.

“Isn’t that your type though, Wooyoung?” the drummer pointed out.

“…Shut up, San,” Wooyoung grumbled.

“It is weird, though. I’ve seen her so many times at our concerts. Is she one of our groupies?” Yeosang asked.

“Are groupies even a thing anymore?” Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.

“She’s definitely not a drug dealer from the looks of her,” San mused out loud.

“Okay, that was one time, and she seemed excited to be considered a groupie. I wasn’t talking to her because she sold— and I’m not about that shit! I haven’t done any more since I met you guys!”

“Mingi! Chill, that’s not what he was talking about!” Yunho grabbed Mingi’s shoulder to calm him down before he could throw a tantrum. “Besides, you almost went to jail. We know you don’t do drugs, so you don’t gotta get all defensive on us.”

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Mingi reclaimed his shoulder and adjusted his sweater before plopping to the ground.

“Anyway, that preppy girl— how many shows has she been at now?”

“Eight,” Yeosang answered immediately, only for four pairs of eyes to shoot directly to him and widen. “Not that I’ve been counting! …I’m just observant guys.”

“”Observant”,” Wooyoung mocked.

Before Yeosang could get up to slap the giggling guitarist silly, there was a knock on the dressing room door. Mingi got up and answered the door to see one of the stage managers standing there, a look of irritation on their face.

“Yes?”

“I thought we said you weren’t allowed to give anyone backstage access,” the stage manager said with disgust.

“We didn’t though?”

“Uh, actually…” San interjected and slowly raised his hand, the other four bandmates immediately groaning and yelling at the boy.

“Come on, man— We just talked about this!”

“You seriously suck.”

“That email was literally sent for you, San!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’ll handle it!” San held his hands up and scurried out of the room.

“Someone go with him to make sure he isn’t going to do stupid shit,” Yunho sighed while rolling his eyes.

“On it,” Mingi grumbled.

Leaving the other three to apologize profusely to the stage manager, Mingi left in pursuit of San. He got into the lobby of the venue and saw San with his arm already around the waist of the girl he had invited back to the dressing room— that bastard. Mingi made a mad dash for them, only to turn the corner and nearly crash into you, the preppy girl that looked like she didn’t belong at a rock concert, the preppy girl that Wooyoung (and also maybe Yeosang) had a tiny crush on. Well, he nearly crashed into you, but that didn’t stop you from tripping over your own two feet and falling back on your butt.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” Mingi apologized as he held out a hand to help you up.

“Can you—” you were about to tell the tall figure off, only to see his face and recognize him as the lead vocalist of your current favorite band: IT’S YOU(TH). “— sign my bra?”

You immediately clapped your hands over your mouth, your face burning red from sheer embarrassment. Mingi couldn’t help but laugh— so many girls had asked him to sign their bras in the past, but no one was ever shy about it, so your reaction to the words flying out of your mouth was honestly hysterical.

“I mean, I can if you want,” Mingi replied, a chuckle still lingering in his voice.

“R-really?” you squeaked.

One signed bra, eleven concerts, sixteen dates, and eighty-eight days later, Mingi was absolutely in love with you. Of course, he would never admit it first, but everyone in IT’S YOU(TH)— and honestly the whole damn world— could tell that the lead vocalist and guitarist of the young up-and-coming rock band was head-in-the-clouds, rose-tinted-glasses, cupid-shot-an-arrow-through-his-soul in love.

“Okay, Miss Astronomer, what am I looking at?” Mingi whispered to you, his lips dangerously near your ear.

IT’S YOU(TH) just finished their set for the night, and Mingi had promised you that he would be right by your side as soon as the concert ended. The two of you had driven way out of the city to the local rural area and laid in the wheat fields while staring up at the night sky. You had promised Mingi a night under the stars when he found out you spent four years of further education to study astronomy and physics, and you were finally delivering on that promise.

“So, that right there?” you whispered back as you started your astronomy lesson. “That’s you.”

“What?”

“That’s the Leo constellation,” you giggled— Mingi wasn’t really one for astrology.

“Oh, I get it,” Mingi responded with a half-hearted laugh, then genuinely asked, “But where is it?”

“Right there,” you responded as you traced the sky.

“Where?”

“Here,” you reached for Mingi’s hand and held it so that his pointer finger would be out. You then brought his hand to the sky and traced it for him with his hand. “Right… There…”

Mingi shifted ever so slightly closer to you the second you held his hand, and you felt his breath hit your neck as he rubbed his nose against your ear. You stifled a little moan mixed with a giggle and brought his hand down, his fingers lacing with yours as he did so.

“Can I… Tell you about my favorite star?” you asked him as you turned your head to face his.

“Tell me.”

You completely turned your body and scooted closer to him, his own body turning so he could face you properly. He let go of your hand so he could move his arm under your head to rest, and you snuggled into his soft chest. You placed your hand lightly on his chest and whispered, “This one. You’re my favorite star.”

“God, princess, you’re so cheesy,” Mingi rolled his eyes, but he had the biggest grin on his face.

“You’re also the brightest star, the prettiest star, the sexiest star,” you continued.

“I’m sexy, you say,” Mingi’s baritone voice dropped further, sending tingles of excitement down your spine.

“Of course you’re sexy. Your messy, dark hair, your smokey eyeshadow, your dark eyeliner,” you started listing, your fingers running through his hair then tiptoeing down his face. “Your beautifully angled nose, your… Soft… Lips…”

Your eyes lingered on his lips— eighty-eight days, and he had yet to kiss you. Well, he had kissed you, but he gave you those fleeting kisses, the kisses so quick that if you blinked, you’d miss them. Or, he’d kiss you “properly”, but those were usually on your forehead or cheek or shoulder— basically everywhere but your lips.

So, when he held your chin with a soft yet somehow still firm grip and tilted your chin up, your entire body flushed with warmth, with anticipation. Then, when his lips pressed against yours, you felt like you were soaring. You always imagined his lips were going to be soft since you spent so much of your time staring at them when he was on stage singing his heart out, and they were so much softer than you could imagine.

One kiss, then he leaned back, his eyes slightly darting back and forth as he observed your facial expression. Your rosy cheeks and small smile, your eyes turning into half crescents and sparkling brilliantly— God, Mingi loved all of it. So he kissed you again, a little more drive and passion behind the second one, and the intensity of his kisses only increased the more he kissed you.

You clung to him as his hand cupped your face, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck and making you even more flustered. Your breaths and sighs mixed with his as your gentle string of kisses got heavier and hotter.

“What else?” Mingi asked in between kisses breathlessly. “What else do you find sexy?”

“Your neck tattoos.” Kiss. “Your hand tattoos.” Kiss. “Your nails.” Kiss. “Your rings.” Kiss. “Your style.” Kiss. “Your voice.” Kiss. “You.”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, princess,” Mingi groaned, sending shivers down your spine.

Mingi forcefully disconnected himself from you, making you whimper and nearly whine. He stood up quickly, and before you could even begin to pick yourself up, he scooped you off the ground and carried you to his car. Unlocking it, he laid you down in the back seat and got in with you, his lips mashing into yours the second the car door closed.

His body rolled into yours as his hands roamed your body, your own restless hands tugging at his clothes, begging him to take them off. The sounds of your feverish lip locks with Mingi overpowered the rustling of your clothes and the clinks of his belt as they hit the ground one by one, leaving you completely naked and Mingi in just his underwear. You didn’t know when he managed to, but Mingi grabbed the condom he had stashed in his wallet and tucked it into the waistband of his underwear.

You wanted to ask why he was waiting to, for lack of better words, give it to you, but all of the thoughts and questions in your head disappeared in a heartbeat when Mingi traced two light fingers along your folds. A sigh of pleasure rippled out of your lungs when you felt his fingers slide through your slick and curl within you, the tips of his fingers digging softly into your walls. You could feel his rings press against your folds— they had yet to enter you. But, when he pulled his fingers out then shoved them right back in, he went further, his rings pushing past and into your cunt.

“Oh shit! Mingi!” you moaned loudly as he fingered you consistently and roughly. “Fuck, it feels so good!”

“Just keep moaning prettily like that for me, princess,” Mingi rasped as he added a third finger to the mix, his other hand beginning to massage your breast.

Your nails left red marks on his shoulders as you clung to him, your fingers and toes curling with every stroke. You bit your lower lip every so often so keep your moans to a minimum, but all hope was lost when his thumb started circling your clit, one circle for every stroke, and it definitely didn’t help when he started spreading his fingers inside you and pinched and tugged your nipple. You raked your fingers through Mingi’s hair and pulled him closer to you as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your loud moan sounding through the car.

“Princess, did you cum?” Mingi asked, although he didn’t need to know because he could feel your walls convulsing around his fingers.

You let out a little noise and nodded weakly, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Mingi caressed your face and wiped the tears away quickly before kissing you softly.

“Mingi,” you whimpered in between kisses. “I want you in me.”

You thought was going to laugh at the desperation in your voice, but he did anything but. He sat up and stroked your thigh gently as he said, “I’m going to need you to relax, okay?”

Mingi shed his boxers to reveal his massive cock. He just told you to relax, yet you couldn’t help but tense up when you saw what he was working with because he was fucking huge. It only made you even more fearful when you saw the letters XXL on his condom packet.

“Princess, just relax, okay?” Mingi instructed again softly.

He leaned down again and distracted you with his soft lips. His large hands went under your thighs and pushed your legs up, the length of his cock rubbing against your clit before pushing in slowly. You did your best to focus on kissing Mingi and tighten your hold on him to get yourself to loosen up to the best of your ability, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his like cock was going to tear you a new one.

Mingi kept his lips on yours as he moved slowly and calmly, his dick not completely leaving your body nor going all the way inside. He was just warming you up, but you felt like you were about to combust into flames with the way he was making you feel. You moaned and cried into his kisses while he grunted, his own restraint starting to weaken— he didn’t want to hurt you, at least not the first time the two of you had sex together.

The car bounced and shook when Mingi’s last string of self-control snapped. His cock filled you up and went so far deep inside you that you thought he was going to bruise your cervix. The sound of your sloppy kisses and heavy breaths and the raunchy squelches of his cock moving in and out of your soaking cunt harmonized, the sounds nearly escaping the confines of the car. What did escape, though, was your crying moan when Mingi rubbed against your G-spot and hit your cervix at the same time. The two of you came together, Mingi’s low groan ringing in your ears.

You were practically knocked out when Mingi pulled out of you, your weak and trembling hands struggling to push your sweaty hair away from your forehead. Mingi watched with slight amusement as you slowly started to regain your sanity.

“You look so pretty right now, princess,” Mingi said softly, nearly cooing. “I just want to see you disheveled like this under me all the time.”

“Tell me when and where, and I’m there, rockstar.”

After 100 days of being together, the problem started to arise.

“Hey, pretty princess,” Mingi greeted you as he walked into the coffee shop for your coffee date.

“Hey there, rockstar,” you greeted right back.

Mingi leaned down and kissed your lips quickly before taking the seat in front of you. He reached for your hands and held them, your hands fitting perfectly in his.

“Did you order yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, for both of us.”

Right on cue, one of the baristas announced your drinks were ready. Mingi got up and quickly returned with the drinks in hand. He set both the drinks down, your eager hands immediately picking up your iced one.

You only got to take one sip of your drink when your phone started ringing. You looked at the caller id and immediately declined the call before setting your phone face down on the table, Mingi warily watching all of your actions.

“Who was that?”

“Spam,” you replied with a frown— you hated lying to him, but to be fair, the caller was spamming you, and you had no intention of ever picking up the calls.

“Ugh, hate that,” Mingi grimaced.

“Tell me about it.”

The phone calls persisted. Every time the two of you went on a date or hung out or did anything together, you would get the “spam” calls. Mingi didn’t think much of it at first because spam calls usually were very annoying, but he started to worry when you phone would ring two, three, even four times in a row no matter how many times you declined the call.

“Hnngh— Harder! Fuck— Faster!” you shrilled as Mingi fucked you from behind. “Ugh, Mingi, so good!”

Your face was nearly smashed into your mattress as Mingi ruthlessly stuffed his large cock in your tight hole. He grunted loudly and affirmatively as he gripped your ass harder, his rings digging into your skin, your skin getting redder with his occasional slap.

Mingi was the first to notice. Your phone was on the nightstand, and it was ringing. He slowed his pace so he could reach over and grab it to decline the call on your behalf. He tossed your phone onto the bed near your hand and upped his tempo while pulling your ass higher into the sky.

And yet, your phone rang again. You quickly declined it before Mingi could notice, but he did. It was when it rang for the third time that Mingi had enough.

“Princess,” he grunted. “Gimme your phone.”

“W-why?”

“Just gimme.”

You unlocked your phone and pushed it backwards towards him— you trusted Mingi, so you had no problem doing as he asked. And Mingi didn’t abuse that trust. He simply opened the call log and saw the sea of red missed or declined calls, all of them from the same, unsaved number. He blocked the number and locked your phone before setting it back on the nightstand where it originally was, then he continued to fuck your brains out.

Mingi wanted it to be done then and there, which technically it was because you blocked the number, but that didn’t stop a bad feeling from manifesting within him.

“Yo, Mingi, you gonna meet us at the restaurant?” Yunho asked the singer.

“Yeah, I’m gonna call Y/N first—”

“You mean your pretty princess?” San teased— your name on Mingi’s phone was “pretty princess”, and the guys teased him all the time for it.

“Your pretty preppy princess?” Wooyoung piled on.

“Yes, my pretty princess. Go choke on some soju,” Mingi frowned and shooed the boys away.

The four other members of IT’S YOU(TH) skipped cheerfully away, leaving Mingi alone by his car. He started calling you only for someone to grab his phone.

“IT’S YOU(TH), huh? Cute.”

Mingi whipped around, his jaw tensing as he got ready to beat the shit out of whoever stole his phone from him.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude? Give my phone back, or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Mingi warned aggressively.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the same voice said.

Stepping closer to him, a man with a flowery charm but deadly eyes appeared before Mingi. He dangled his phone as he stood before him, riling Mingi up further. He tightened his fist and prepared to swing, only for two pairs of arms to restrain him. The two people behind him brought Mingi down to his knees and kept him there, one man kneeling on his back while the other had a fistful of Mingi’s hair tight in his grasp.

“What the fuck do you want?” Mingi asked, his anger intensifying. “If it’s money, I’ll give you however much you want.”

“I don’t need your money, guitar boy. I want Y/N.”

“What?”

The man crouched in front of Mingi and held his phone up, the lock screen of you and Mingi shining brightly. He pointed at you and said, “I want Y/N back.”

“Oh, you’re a crazy ex-boyfriend,” Mingi couldn’t help but scoff. “Listen, she’s not one for me to give back. She likes me, so she’s dating me. She doesn’t like you, so she’s not dating you. It’s her choice, dude.”

Without a warning, the guy punched Mingi in the face. Mingi’s cheek immediately started bleeding, his eye throbbing with pain. Before he could recover from the shock of the punch, the man sent a mean hook into his jaw, Mingi’s head flying to the side. The guy behind him held his head back up, forcing Mingi to make eye contact with the asshole that just punched him.

“She didn’t break up with me because she stopped liking me, you asshole. She broke up with me because of you.”

Mingi didn’t bother responding— villains usually always revealed everything without being prompted.

“Ever since she went and saw your cute little band, she told me she “fell in love with you” and that she would literally “do anything” for you. Someone like you with your fucking pretty boy make up and your painted nails and your criminal face tattoo,” the man sneered in Mingi’s face. “Someone like you of all fucking people.”

“Seonghwa,” one of the men behind Mingi uttered. “Get to the point.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hongjoong,” the man, who Mingi could now identify as Seonghwa, snapped. Turning back to Mingi, Seonghwa continued, “She was still dating me the day you signed her fucking bra. And then the concert after that, you fucking asked her out, and she said yes and dropped me in a heartbeat.”

“How is that my fault?! I asked her out, but she could’ve said no!” Mingi argued.

“It’s you and your fucking band’s fault for even existing, you asshole!”

Seonghwa grabbed the collar of Mingi’s shirt and pulled him up, the two other men behind Mingi still holding onto him.

“Hongjoong, Jongho, let go. I want to beat this guy up,” Seonghwa hissed.

“Seonghwa, calm down—”

“Fucking drop his ass!”

Hongjoong and Jongho let go of Mingi, and Seonghwa immediately swung before Mingi could stop him. Mingi fell to the ground, allowing Seonghwa to start kicking the shit out of him. He couldn’t even get away from Seonghwa, but thankfully, his two friends held him back.

“Do you really think Y/N is going to want to be with you if you do shit like this?”

“Don’t give her a reason to hate you, dude.”

“Ugh, fine!” Seonghwa admitted defeat before shaking his friends off. “But you, Song Mingi, you better break up with her or else.”

“Or else what? You’ll kill me?” Mingi scoffed.

“No. I’ll destroy the rest of your band.”

The color in Mingi’s face drained. He could handle someone threatening him, but the thought of anyone from IT’S YOU(TH) getting hurt because of him or disbanding because of him was terrifying to him.

“Y-you… You wouldn’t.”

“I can, and I will. Break up with Y/N, and you and your band can sing your silly songs for the rest of time. Stay with her, and I’ll drive everyone in your life away from you.” Seonghwa tossed Mingi’s phone back to him. He crouched in front of him and added, “You have ’til the next concert.”

With that, Seonghwa and his friends left Mingi next to his car bleeding, afraid, and alone.

“That’s why your eye was black?” Yeosang asked with shock.

“Yes.”

“Mingi… I’m so sorry,” San sounded like he was about to cry.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have to choose like that. Her ex-boyfriend is a complete psychopath!” Wooyoung added just as emotionally.

The three boys smothered Mingi with hugs while Yunho stood a little bit away, a frown plastered to his face.

“Alright, but now you all will drop it, right?” Mingi grunted as he tried to escape the group hug.

The boys nodded and verbally agreed. They started to head back inside, but Mingi stayed outside to burn through another cigarette. Yunho stayed with him.

“Don’t say anything, man. I know you,” Mingi sighed as he fished out his carton of cigarettes again.

Yunho didn’t say anything. Instead, he gave Mingi a silent hug, his hand petting the back of the singer’s head. Tears welled up in Mingi’s eyes. He dropped his face into Yunho’s shoulder and hugged the keyboardist back as he silently sobbed about his broken heart.

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bioethicists · 9 months

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The only good therapist I ever had told me that it was my choice to commit suicide, and that he had no say in my decision. It was incredible. Anything else would have made me worse. But this made me feel so much safer, and I was actually able to keep working because I knew my rights were not going to be taken away from me. That's why I think therapy cannot exist in an ethical way within the psychiatric, institutional & carceral system, because I know this guy would have gotten into a thousand problems if this interaction had been recorded or heard by anyone else.

i agree completely! there is a tremendous peace in being trusted with that- being told "i love u + i'm glad that you're here + this is your decision to make". i rlly do have empathy for ppl who can't bring themselves to offer this to loved ones who are suicidal but this should be an expectation of providers!!! of course, a person skilled at emotional healing would be able to read whether someone needs to hear this or instead hear something like "i value u. i want u here. i would miss u greatly. u are loved." for ppl who feel disposable or unwanted, this may be the better approach- but i do believe most if not all suicidality can be addressed through consensual compassion.

i wrote in my piece for the psych survivor's zine "you are no longer permitted to be anything but safe". this is how i experienced psychiatry. "safety" was them using coercion + lies + threats to Make Me be safe. i was suicidal bcuz i felt trapped in my life, my body, my family. i wanted freedom. continuing to restrict that freedom only made me thrash more.

it's more helpful, i think, to look at suicide as a thing with many possible causes (feeling trapped, feeling afraid of your own mind, wanting to stop experiencing pain, feeling there is no path forward for u, anticipating a future devastating event, feeling overwhelmed) rather than a Symptom which must immediately be dealt with via incarceration + medication.

not to quote nietzsche on main but "The thought of suicide is a great consolation: by means of it one gets through many a dark night." has always hit a chord within me

#suicide //#anti psychiatry

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acapelladitty · 6 months

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Genuine question, how do you feel about the controversial opinions surrounding noncon/rape fantasies? Do you think it's not really a problem at all since you've written a fic on that?

Ooh! A very interesting question! Thank you for asking as I do have a lot of thoughts on the subject.

Noncon/Rape fantasies are often shown to be among the most common 'taboo' kinks that people don't often discuss and the interest in them is very present across people of all genders. It's a trope that's existed for a long time, from a knight capturing some poor maiden to monsters stealing away people to hold captive, and no matter how people try to dress it up - folk have always liked to be "forced" to do things.

Rape is an abhorrent thing. A tool of monsters and cowards who seek to hold power over someone for their own cruel gratification. No one is disputing that as no one ever could. Rapists deserve hell and that's that on that. No discussion needed. People who have experienced such a terrible thing are allowed to have their own opinions on the subject and I would never take those away from them. I understand fully.

With that in mind, there are elements of being found just SO utterly irresistible that someone cannot HELP but want you so much that they're willing to take you no matter what. There's an element of fantasy there which can be comforting and very empowering for some people and they revel in it.

Also, due to societal pressure and certain cultural norms, it's not been acceptable for certain people to not only want to fuck, but to fuck freely and nasty! Rape takes that shame away because of COURSE you don't WANT to do that nasty thing (oral sex, anal sex, kink play etc) but what CHOICE do you have when this big, strong person is forcing you to do it! It takes the pressure and shame off the individual and allows them to explore kinks and sexual acts which they may not have the confidence to.

It's something which requires lots of trust and discussion with things such as safe words and limits being put into place in a way which both parties are comfortable with. And I do say both parties because there is a LOT of responsibility on the part of the rapist/aggressor to ensure that they meet the needs of their partner/'victim' while also taking stock of their own needs and comforts.

I think, regardless of anyone's opinion, rape and non-con fantasies are always going to exist and if people choose to explore them in a safe, sane and consensual way then that's their business. Actual rapists can die tho.

#thoughts #tw noncon #twrape

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darlingpwease · 9 months

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need some yandere omega Wei Wuxian and Mo Xuanyu

there are devils in still waters

I guess that means the period after wei wuxian's death, but if mo xuanyu is a separate character, then... well... you know where to find me >;333

♡ unhealthy behaviour (clinginess, non-consensual kissing, obsessiveness, possessiveness, manipulation & baby trapping if you squint), animalistic behaviour, omegaarchy world implied, mention of death [wei wuxian], mention of killing, mention of alcohol, mention of forced relationship if you squint, reader is raising wen yuan

ωα WEI WUXIAN is not the omega who is in close touch with his emotions, even despite his open and disobedient nature — even if his personality seems passionate, he is not inclined to analyze his emotions and tries to avoid any emotional pressure and heart-to-heart conversations, like the plague, until more emotionally sensitive people (only you) catch him; when they create an atmosphere in which it would be comfortable for him to try to deal with his emotions, which are more like an eternally bleeding wound.

He does not appreciate, does not understand and does not like his emotions, swinging like a pendulum, trying to use intelligence and a punchy character to close himself like a shield. Therefore, at first he runs. Not from you, of course — but WEI WUXIAN more than understands that he feels different next to you, that he wants to be even better and louder to attract your attention, that a shiver runs through his body when you touch each other, that his gaze is always looking for you and feels bitterness when you are with someone others, experiencing an almost obsessive desire to interrupt and hang on to you.

WEI WUXIAN conducts research — enters the personal space of others, asks one of his close friends to touch them more gently, compares the feelings of intimacy and communication with others compared to you, and compares compares compares — constantly keeping his finger on the pulse, trying to sort out his tangle of emotions when they become too obvious and intrusive, it's like the sound of drums, especially when you're so close that he can smell you and can see the delicate skin of the neck, which for some reason looks very tempting to bite it. When he purrs, snuggling up to you, feeling so blissfully safe and comfortable, rubbing his nose against your skin, or when your half-playful offer to stay in the nest — and for some reason it makes his throat dry up and his palms sweat.

There's nothing wrong with that — after all, you're a pack, and it's natural for a pack to be close to each other, right? Right? It is natural that he tries to leave smelling marks on you, bites you lightly without marks, clings to you, does not like when other omegas are around you and feels anger at the sight of your communication with others, especially if they think they can touch you. No! They can't! — and then hastily extinguishes this feeling in himself, trying to understand why they can't. It's not that you're a couple or anything — you're an alpha, and it's only natural that you'll have an omega one day. There aren't many alphas among cultivators, especially at your level, so you will inevitably get married one day and have a separate pack. But hey, that doesn't mean you're leaving him, does it? After all, you're friends– you're close friends, and you'll always be there for each other, right?

... When WEI WUXIAN drags you into your room, feeling your breath on his neck, blushing not only from alcohol, seeing you for the first time in such a relaxed and relaxed state in which you allow yourself to be defenseless, lying peacefully on his back, knowing that he will bring you to your room anyway and take care of the necessary things, fully trusting him — alphas are undesirable to drink alcohol, but you can't help but celebrate coming of age, after which you have the right to officially marry, — and WEI WUXIAN can't deny that his throat gets dry when he can't help but glance at you, feeling such an incomprehensible growing delight in his chest.

You really trust him, don't you? After all, who else besides him is so close to you, right?

Even if he is such a troublesome omega, you still tenderly look at him, accepting him as a member of your pack, although you could definitely find yourself a much better friend, after all, you are so amazing and inspiring, the most wonderful and necessary person in his life, — and when he gently puts you down on the bed, still feeling the alcohol flowing in his blood, but much more conscious than you, and you look so attractive and gentle, not at all like anyone in his life...

... Maybe, maybe it's not entirely his fault — when he presses against you with vulgar sounds from wet kisses, clinging, clumsily squeezing your lips with his, pulling away only to continue again, not understanding what he is doing, but looking for at least some way out of the devouring uncontrolled fire inside, even more spurring his hot itchy body to action, allowing himself to pull you along with him, almost suffocating from a strong grip, while he seemed to be trying to lick you, inhaling the intoxicating mixture of your smell with his, shamelessly purring from the long-awaited pleasure.

Next to you, it's so good, so hot — his hands can't help but slide over the fabric of clothes while he desperately presses his lips tightly to yours, feeling how alcohol starts hitting his head even harder from the heat, confusing thoughts, leaving only you you you as an obsession from which he has not been able to for several years get rid of him, his alpha, his pack, his partner — but when the thirst to merge with you sweeps through his body with heat, his mind immediately sobers up, realizing what he is doing, looking at you, breathing heavily, but understanding little — and WEI WUXIAN immediately jumps up, even if it makes his head spin, hurriedly bringing you to a more suitable state for sleeping and putting you to bed before escaping, locking the door behind him, with a shiver of excitement and disgust for himself, pressing his palm to burning itchy lips.

... WEI WUXIAN avoids you for a few more days, and although you understand that he is trying to put his thoughts in order, the fact that you do not understand what caused such a whirlwind in his soul confuses you much more — but you do not bother him, even if you catch the incomprehensibly confused looks of your mutual friends asking what to do about it; after all, seeing you separately, given that he used to be your free sticker, is... strange. But you just shake head, making it clear that everything is fine — whatever it is, he just needs time before he himself comes, having understood at least remotely his emotions and feelings.

And WEI WUXIAN is anyone but a coward, unable to take responsibility for his actions, even if his emotions have never been something he could control — when he appears in front of your door with a drooping, frightened look, nervously adjusting his sleeves and looking away, lowering his head; as soon as you invite him inside, he exhales directly tells you about the fact that he kissed you when you were drunk — and immediately after your reassurance that you were both drunk and this, well, sometimes happens to drunk people, almost immediately enthusiastically animatedly asks you for permission to court you, holding your hands with trembling, and in his brilliant eyes you see burning adoring myriads of stars, as if at a glance to the night sky.

And even your uncertainty does not scare him away — nothing scares him away and does not ruin him anymore when you do not push him away, but also do not try to give hope before, although seeing that he is a beautiful omega, without considering him in that sense. WEI WUXIAN has all the time in the world — and when his hot lips kiss your hands, looking with devouring adoration, while confidently purrs in a trembling voice that you are absolutely the best one, and no one will ever be better than you, because you are the only one who can be his mate, — you do not find the strength to push away.

ωα WEI WUXIAN is very wild and passionate when he stops running away from feelings, but meets them face to face — and although he was sticky before, it was never so intense and often; looking for any opportunity to wrap around you, cuddle, touch, bury, hug — anything while he can be as close as he craves, looking for physical touch, constantly sniffing and leaving soft marks on you, having quite straightforward intentions with how tenacious he is, but at the same time clearly tracking your boundaries, never stepping over them even if he gets carried away, carefully trying to constantly push your boundaries, but not putting him in an awkward position, even if he often says flirtatious sentences in the style of "let me warm your hands~" while it's summer outside.

And the fact that you are being cared for by an omega, especially one who, although undoubtedly attractive and good, was previously fixed in your mind as a 'pack member like beta omega only', can cause you vague feelings, especially when he tries to initiate more romantic gestures like being in the nest together, purring while he hides face in your neck or even more frequent and open flirtatiousness, shamelessly declaring to anyone who asks if you have an admirer that it is him, — and such a spouse as you, of course, will get to him, even if you shyly brush him off when he says such things, while he runs away with a playful smile, giggling, although you know that he will be back soon — and with pleasure bringing you small things and gifts, to such an extent that if he had a tail, you would see him wagging it.

A little wolf.

When WEI WUXIAN proudly straightens his chest and shoulders, playfully pouting like a peacock, proudly demonstrating to you his achievements of any kind, trying to impress, — but you know that any of your reactions, despite his seemingly carefree attitude, will be taken seriously and close to heart, looking for admiration from his beloved alpha; the fact that with you he becomes even more productive, motivated and efficient, only supports his whining about you being constantly around, forcing you to unwittingly indulge him again and again.

It's just melts your heart, making you almost shake your head in an affectionate gesture when he sticks to you again, gently biting — and stunned when you bite his neck slightly in response, although before that you only rubbed against him, leaving your smelling marks like any member of the pack or puppies. Perhaps you have never seen him so rosy when WEI WUXIAN looks at you with a completely dumbfounded look before touching your barely noticeable mark on his neck with a silly adoring smile.

... silly.

But that only makes him stickier, building nests and stealing your clothes — and there's not much you can do about it. But when you talk all night, hugging tightly, exchanging whispers and giggles, inhaling each other's scent and burying in hair, you are sure that you are happy.

ωα You don't know when it all went wrong — and why it should have gone wrong with the two of you.

The only consolation you could find was in each other, blindly clinging, letting him hide his face in your neck, looking for the presence of his alpha, as if he was not a brave and strong omega, but a tiny puppy looking for peace and security in your nest, even if your "nest" was your dirty clothes from which you created some kind of crooked nest while holding it in your hands, waiting for help, knowing that this is the only thing you can do.

You know that hating Qishan Wen Clan is not an option, — but how can you not, anxiously peering into Wei Wuxian's face while he lies, buried in your chest, trembling slightly, purring faintly from the feeling of your hands on his head, stroking his hair. To wait for help, hoping that they will have time; to believe that there is still just a little bit left, while your mind is trying to figure out how much time has passed, how soon time will pass, everything around you is suffocating you, why you should be in such a situation, why exactly he should have been in such a situation — when WEI WUXIAN whispers in a trembling voice how much he loves you and how wonderful you are and how sorry he is that you are in such a situation, stopping only when you hold him tightly, soothing him with a smell and soft bites, like an annoying puppy, although your own the body is no less wounded than he is.

And it doesn't get any better.

And WEI WUXIAN doesn't get any better — especially when his flexible, strong fingers dig into your shoulders, and everything that previously seemed right to him only leads to deterioration, from which he can only cling to you suffocatingly, like a blind puppy following a familiar scent — why can't you just love me?! — but instead of at least a hint of understanding of reality, you see only the flame of madness splashing in his pupils and a blind, devouring something that causes you to involuntarily almost tremble.

Why can't you not leave me? Why don't you want to make me your omega? Why don't you want to combine our nests into one? Why?! Why can't I be good enough?! Why do you need someone else?!

You have been together, — for several months now, — but you understand that it will not calm him down if you say this when he looks down from above, but does not attack, clearly fixing that you are you.

... Perhaps it's your fault that he doesn't feel truly loved by you, since he says this when everything around him is nothing more than bright spots. But you don't really have time to do something, it's when you take up arms, saving what you need — and saving him, even if he desperately says that he doesn't need protection, but once you say that you want to protect him, that it's your will, WEI WUXIAN... allows you to do it.

You know that demonic cultivation destroys from the inside — and that your omega, your too proud and accustomed to never show weakness omega, will never allow himself something that could at least show how fragile and soft he is from the inside until his mind and sanity becomes thinner than a single hair.

And even if you try to give him your clothes, make nests, let him know that you are near and that you believe and accept him by anyone, he will always be your omega, you see that something inside him is still struggling, as if undermining from the inside, and when his fingers dig into your skin, you can't do anything but pull it closer. And for the first time he feels good.

As soon as it's over, we'll do whatever you want. We can travel all over the world or settle down in a small house with a small garden and chickens — whatever you want. I will always be there for you.

I want that future too.

You want this future too.

You, like him, also want this future. The future is with him, with your common house, a common nest and a common small vegetable garden. Or travel the world as wandering cultivators, not tied to anything, but able to soar and stay like mandarin ducks.

“... You know that animals don't like me very much.”

“But you have me. And they have me.”

Yes.

He's not the best at emotions, — you know that yourself — but he's sure he'll get better.

It will definitely get better.

You are like his perfect little world, his perfect safe haven, his soul mate, his only half.

“... If one day you're gone, then I don't need this life either. But if I'm gone one day, then wait for me, okay? I'll be back. I will always come back to you.”

ωα You love puppy Wen Yuan — and he obviously loves you no less, from the very first meeting, constantly clinging to you like your baobei did (although he preferred to put his hands higher), and even after you take him for yourself, for some reason feeling as if WEI WUXIAN himself took care of that it is you who will become the next parent of the little pup.

But even if he did, you have no one to ask about it.

Wen Yuan is a very calm and quiet puppy, but very clingy and needy — and you understand why; after all, he has survived too many events, and even if you build a huge number of fluffy nests with your smell (and an admixture of His smell — after all, He used your clothes so often that the fabric seemed to be soaked in His scent), constantly carry him with you and purr regularly, leaving smelling marks and rubbing his nose on his soft cheeks, Wen Yuan still hates being without you and does not like strangers, hiding behind you, not feeling himself at all safe in the first years, wrapping thin weak arms around your neck and leg, being safe only in your arms.

But you don't mind at all, finding solace in a child that reminds you of Him so much — even if you never talk about this omega again, putting a thin white bandage around your neck to show that you are not a 'free' alpha, even if you haven't smelled any other omega for years, but only attractive the scent of alpha, and even the fact that you are raising a little puppy who likes to sleep in your arms because sometimes he has nightmares, and sits peacefully on your lap, looking for the presence of his alpha parent, rather enhances your popularity.

You remain deaf to this.

If you didn't have little Wen Yuan, the only memory of Him, your cute adorable puppy, smelling like spring, a little milk and a tiny drop of the emperor's smile since you can't stop inhaling his smell (ha) while doing your business, stroking the puppy wrapped in your clothes, you would go on a journey. Nothing would have prevented you then — to leave here, from this place that always reminds you of your omega, leaving everything behind you — but Wen Yuan is sleeping so sweetly, clinging to you in a dream, that you can't even imagine that you left and left him just like you left him, even if situations in the style of "my eyes are higher" while the puppy sleeps in the folds of your clothes and attracts everyone's attention happen more than often.

Wen Yuan, although now his name is not like that at all, — he is your puppy — becomes slender and thin as bamboo, blossoming as an omega, despite the behavior and disposition of beta, more and more like your omega, but now when you remember him, your heart is bigger it doesn't hurt. After all, it is impossible to suffer continuously for thirteen years, especially when an anxious and needy puppy grows up with you, which now, however, you call 'puppy' only when you tease him or in the meaning of 'young man', even if you practically do not need to do it — Wen Yuan's personality, although similar to your omega's, but not so wild and passionate; however, his personality traits are just as possessive and almost jealous, especially when you catch him furiously destroying the letters of all those people who send you a wedding proposal (after your permission for this, of course, although you did not ask him personally to deal with it).

You want to tell him not to get carried away, but the way Wen Yuan burns these hateful letters that come and come and come and come to you since he remembers himself, makes you understand that he, too, has already reached white heat, ready to fight with anyone who tries to take care of by you, almost rearing up like a cat (or like a wolf cub) and hissing, feeling that, despite the mild manifestation, such letters and words are unpleasant to you — and he has enough tact and emotional attunement with you to feel that this is your personal topic that you want to bury just as he wants to destroy all those who constantly remind you of the need to get married.

And when Wen Yuan stands in front of you, as if trying to protect you the same way you did when he was a puppy and hid behind you from strangers, makes you wonder if it is not your destiny to be constantly protected by your omegas.

Although being protected by your puppy is, of course, much more awkward and strange, even if it is warm.

... At least WEI WUXIAN was tall, and it wasn't like the top of his head somehow reached your chest...

ωα ... WEI WUXIAN is confused at first, waking up in an incomprehensible omega body, even if it is very similar to his own except for height, but when he realizes what happened — oh, he does not even intend to hide his delight at the fact that his words turned out to be a self-fulfilling prophecy, even if before that he needs to deal with several people.

In his blood, intoxicating delight is combined with inclusions of desperate need and resentment, which, like a dark sediment in a drink, leaves a mixture of disappointment inside, as if painfully picking up a sore wound and a broken heart, even if his mind can explain you — but everything that is inside cannot, wanting only to tear your ribs and skull to understand what is hidden inside you, how thoughts form in your head, what drives you, why you did it.

You yourself know that he is slightly vindictive when his thin emotional shell is wounded, hidden behind a shield, which you could touch at any time before, as if he was a wolf showing his stomach to you in the trusting understanding that, no matter what, you will never hurt him, — and if he had stayed alive then, you would have done everything to make sure that he would understand that you literally had no choice, and WEI WUXIAN understands this, but instead his emotions are like a destructive flame that can burn everything in its path.

... Perhaps the past has hardened him too much, but when he needs to kill, WEI WUXIAN has no more problems with it; after all, he himself has one very important unfinished business that is not so far away from here, and although it would be in his spirit to come up with some plan that does not include in general, he deals — without direct murder, of course — with everything necessary before leaving, carried away by a completely different matter than useless wandering here and there.

His hands are shaking slightly, but he knows what he is doing, heading in a painfully familiar direction, knowing that, of course, you will be there — would you travel anywhere with a child in your arms? Wen Yuan should definitely be with you — WEI WUXIAN knows this when riding the Little Apple, feeling a strange mixture of excitement and impatience.

How are you there? Are you alive and well? How do you live? How is your life with Wen Yuan? Did you give him a new name as your puppy or did you leave the old one? Do you remember him? Are you thinking about him? Do you miss him? Do you have a new omega? Do you build nests like before? Did you throw away clothes that smelled like him? Do you still keep his gifts? How does Wen Yuan live? Does he look more like you, him, or none of you? Have your tastes changed? Do you love or hate spicy food now? Would you cook him something sweet? What should he do with your new omega? What if you haven't been looking for anyone all this time and have been faithfully waiting for his return?

Will you be sorry? Will you be happy? Will you be disappointed? Will you be angry? Will you be ashamed?

His new body is not like before — fragile and weak, not at all like before, and now it will be hard for him to carry you on his back. But he will definitely be able to one day. And you will have a small house, a vegetable garden and a chicken coop. Or you will travel together. Now you two have so much time — you have the time of the whole world, especially to discuss the past, live in the present and think about the future. But WEI WUXIAN prefers to think about you and takes care that the future will be exactly what he wants.

He's your omega, right? And you're his alpha. Forever. And no one else can have you. You are only his — and he is only yours. And it will always be so. And it will always be so.

And he's more than willing to come back as a ghost of the past to remind you of that.

#❖.my jewelry #🥮 — mao dao zu shi #✉.wei wuxian #🧸.yandere au #🧸.omegaverse au #🧸.unhealthy #cw dark content #cw omegaverse #wei wuxian x reader

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tinyidle · 2 years

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Why do I have this nagging thought that Seonghwa would be into CNC?

I feel he would love the feeling of just taking someone and using them for his pleasure.

You would wear a ring or a necklace to indicate when a scene can occur.

How do you think he would it?

now we're getting somewhere !

i remember saying that i dont mind dabbling into cnc (especially since a lot of writers dont know how or dont want to do it), and now i finally get my chance to write about it

i wrote a mini fic for this but it got deleted because of me closing too many tabs so maybe later ill put this in a something im working on

anywho- (nsfw; warning: rough s*x, consenual non-consensual, implications of heavy trust) [make sure that with anything bdsm or harsh kink-related that you guys know boundaries !!]

he would be so caring when you agreed to his dirty little depravity of a kink. the thought of him using you however he wanted made you want him to take you all the time, soon causing you to wear the necklace he gave you nearly every day. it's only when you looked the most relaxed when he went in front of you and pushed your face to his growing buldge when you realized what he meant by "being his cockslut".

fucking your face until you can barely breathe through your nose, slapping every inch of skin til you had hand streaks all over, fingering you until you pushed his hand away twice.

and when he pushes his fat, hardened length into your abused cunt, you'd scream a voiceless scream; pleasurable pain coursing through your thighs and core. and no way would he stop until he's cum at least twice. that means you cum about five times over and over.

he knows you could've taken off your necklace to indicate that you wanted to simply rest, to breathe out the safe word when it got too much, to dodge his actions before they even started. yet you stayed and took all he had to offer you because you matched his sex drive at the moment.

at the end he'd treat you so well and massage your shaky legs, mouth sucking on your boobs the way you liked, and giving you constant praises of how good you are to him.

omg

#ateez smut #seonghwa smut #im going insane #🥴

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can you Write a scenario in demon slayer on how each character would react if y/n had the ability to use her rare blood type to fully turn anyone back to human. How would each hashira react in this situation at the hashira meeting by ubuyashiki. And what would be there plans be for her? This is also including muzan as at some point a demon will report of this new finding.

Alright! This is the first kind of ask I've received like this. I'm not sure how well it's going to go, lol, but I'm going to do my best! Thanks for asking and I hope you like it! (I haven't written for them in a while so please lmk what you think)

Rating: T Pairings: None (mention of canon pairings) Warnings: Death threats (from Muzan), slight swearing. Suggested consensual experimentation? Unbeta'd Also, there are references to canon backstories but no major details

Before the Meeting:

You stand to the side, waiting.

You hadn’t entirely planned for your ability to be revealed, you didn’t even know it existed until the attack, but after the demon and its sudden and confusing transformation, you couldn’t ignore what happened. You couldn’t ignore that they needed help.

One of the demon slayers who found you in the aftermath brought you to meet the Ubuyashiki family and the leader of the Slayers. In that meeting, you learned everything and he reveals to you that you had the potential to change the world in their favour. As terrifying as it is, you could save people. The Ubuyashiki’s look at you as if you’re a saviour. Honestly? You have no clue what you’re doing.

That doesn’t stop him from calling a meeting of the Hashira, the strongest slayers of their time. If anyone is going to help you achieve this new goal of theirs, it’s them. So you wait, trying not to fidget in your nervousness as you feel their gazes on you before Ubuyashiki arrives.

The Reactions:

Sanemi

It’s strange for them to be called this soon and he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you. You’re a stranger and despite knowing you could only be here with permission. He doesn’t trust it but he waits. He’ll hear it from the master himself.

You’re introduced and honestly? He’s confused. It’s not possible. It shouldn’t be possible and if it was anyone except the Master, he wouldn’t believe it. He still doesn’t believe it.

“Not that I am doubting you, Master,” he calls out. “But you can’t expect us to believe this without proof.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t, my children, but I do ask that you trust me. Their abilities have been seen by multiple slayers in the incident it was revealed.”

“Tch,” he mutters but he nods.

It’s fine. He’ll keep an eye on them. Maybe if their blood actually works, they can get rid of Muzan and Genya will finally be fucking safe.

Shinobu

Shinobu is aware of the stranger but isn’t concerned. You wouldn’t be here unless you served a purpose and when you’re finally introduced, she’s fascinated.

There’s never been a recorded case of someone with the ability to transform a demon into a human, the complete opposite of Muzan and his creatures' abilities. It’s fascinating and the first thing she’s going to do once this meeting is over is make sure you return with her to the Butterfly Mansion. She needs to compare your blood to a regular human's and see if there is any difference. There has to be a way to measure the ability.

She wonders if Wisteria would have any effect on you and she’s already calculating the tests she can do. As Master Ubuyashiki replies to Sanemi, it occurs to her…could your blood help him? Could it stop the illness or remove it completely? She needs to look into this.

Tengen

“How flashy!”

Tengen has never heard of anything like your ability in his life, but he can’t wait to see it in action. He knows it’s bound to be spectacular. He can hear the way your heartbeat increases the longer you stand there under their speculative gazes and he offers his compliments in order to help ease the stress. It doesn’t seem to work but you nod back to him and smile. Rengoku’s additional praise seems to fluster you further under the attention. Tengen just laughs and tells his friend that the end might actually be in sight.

He knows he’s not wrong. It would be an incredible thing to see and if it’s true, they need to keep you safe. Shinobu will likely figure out some plan to use your ability without putting you in danger and if they can completely eradicate the demons? It’ll be a flamboyant end. Perhaps then he can keep Hinata’s promise and get the chance to live with his wives in peace. The way they deserve.

Kyojuro

It’s unusual for a Hashira meeting to be called so soon. He can admit that his curiosity is piqued at your presence but he can wait until it’s satisfied. Whatever he was expecting, it is not the news that their master presented. An ability to transform a demon back into a human? It seems impossible but if that master agrees, he can only imagine the possibilities. The idea that Senjuro may not feel the need to follow him into this danger is enough to fuel his desire for this to be the truth.

He is unashamed as he gazes at you, taking in your countenance and stance. You’re untrained. He can see it as clearly as he sees the determination in your eyes. It’s admirable. The path ahead of you will be dangerous but you are a spark of hope that he can fan into a blaze. You’re untrained but not for long. He’ll ensure you have the skill to survive. Whatever it takes.

Giyuu

It seems like a dream when Master Ubuyashiki informs them of the reason for your presence. He’s not sure what’s more surprising. The news of your ability or the relief that sets in his chest at the fact that you can turn Nezuko back and save him and Master Urookodaki from needing to fulfill their promise. He doesn’t regret the choice he made but he wants to keep his Master from needing to keep it.

He glances at you out of the corner of his eye and wonders how you came to be here. Who did you lose to find out you were capable of such things? Did you hold the same guilt he has about being too late? He hopes not. It may seem like a cruel thing for the world to give you this, but the potential is worth it. It has to be. He’ll help as much as he can.

Muichiro

Muichiro is listening. He is. But he can’t help his thoughts from wandering as he processes the news. Were you like a demon? It sounds like a blood demon art but you’re standing in the sun so it can’t be that. Maybe something else? What else could do that? His gaze wanders to the clouds as he thinks. One of them looks like a rice ball. Or…a cat?

The Master called them here because of you but you haven’t spoken. He’s not sure if it’s true or not but if that master says it is, it is. He can trust that.

He continues listening, even as he decides that the cloud is more of a frog now.

Obanai

His eyes narrow as he watches you. It seems convenient that you’ve emerged now. First the demon in a box and now this. It’s suspicious in his opinion. Still, he won’t go against Master Ubuyashiki’s orders. If he believes you can help, then Obanai will wait and see. He doesn't believe it, not until he sees it for himself, but he’ll let you be.

That doesn’t mean that he won’t keep an eye on you though. He doesn’t trust you, no matter what the Master says. You’re a stranger and he wouldn’t be surprised if this was some elaborate trap. He knows you can’t always trust humans, even when you want to. So he’ll wait and he’ll make sure you don’t get the chance to spring the trap. He’ll keep his comrades safe. Especially Mitsuri. He already knows that she’s dying to meet you properly. He’ll be right there with her when she does. Just in case.

Mitsuri

The news is a surprise, but Mitsuri can’t help but be excited! This was the best thing she’s heard. She loves being a demon slayer, and she loves her friends that she’s made but this could change everything! People would be saved! It’s the best thing she’s heard at one of these meetings, even with the last one where she met the adorable Tanjiro and his sister. The fact that you want to help? It’s wonderful.

You look a little scared though and it’s enough to make her want to reach out and comfort you. It must be intimidating to be faced with them, even if Mitsuri knows they’re not scary. Not really. Still, she makes up her mind quickly. She’s going to properly introduce herself after the meeting. She’ll even drag Obanai with her. The three of you will be great friends, she just knows it!

Gyomei

He murmurs prayers at the news. It’s fantastic but his heart can’t help but mourn for the tragedy you must have faced in your discovery. His eyes fill with tears that don’t hesitate to fall. It must have terrified you and to think, you have a bright soul that has still made the choice to help others. It’s commendable. It is tragic. And yet, he feels only hope as you are discussed.

He doesn't know how it’s possible, but he prays and gives his thanks that they’ve found you. That they are given this chance to protect you as you help them save people. It is a worthwhile effort and one that he will not waste. He could not save the children under his protection and he holds no grudge against the choices that were made, but he will do better now. He will help you reach your potential and save all that you can.

Plus!

Muzan

When Muzan hears the news of you, he laughs. It cannot be real. There are none but him who can change a being into another. And yet…he feels the disconnection. He knows that he is losing demons as fast as he can replace them. It’s strange. They’re not dead, but they are gone.

There are no recorded incidents about being able to turn demons into humans, but Muazn isn’t stupid. There were none that did the opposite before him. He sets out his demands, giving the orders to his Upper Moons. Bring you to him. He wants to see if it’s true and if it is? Well, he wants to see what else you’re capable of. Maybe you can do more. If your blood can turn a demon into a human, could a diluted form give him the ability to walk in the sun like he wants? Think of the possibilities.

And if not? He’ll satisfy his curiosity and make sure to kill you himself.

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tenpintsofsundrop · 9 months

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What would Hank Hall be like in bed? (Titans Kink Headcanons)

A/N: Just like the last one, the reader is supposed to be completely gender neutral, and I'm not really sure how to put a warnings list for this, because this is basically just a long list of kinks. The main warnings are: Perv!Hank, mentions of anal, mentions of piss kink, mentions of Daddy kink. Just general kink themes, so if you don't like that, turn back now.

DC Titans Masterlist

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Hank Hall is the most nasty pervert ever (affectionate).

When I say that, I say it with the utmost affection, because I genuinely believe that not enough people are perverts - and while I do think it would take him time in live to become comfortable with the things he enjoys, once he is comfortable with all of his wild preferences, he would never let anyone shame him for the things he enjoys.

This is something I easily determined when writing Free Use Day - like come on. He is canonically a frat boy who referred to the people around him as "his fans". (I'm willing to bet I know how those 'fans' expressed their admiration for him.)

He probably spent most of his football days buried in pussy - and drunkenly making out with guys, receiving handjobs from other guys because "that's just what bros do". And he probably did so in the most nasty, frat boy way possible. (All consensual, of course - I don't think he's the type to get up to those questionable frat boy activities).

As far as adult Hank goes (Hank at the age we see him for most of the show):

First off - I think there are not a lot of kinks he would be opposed to. He doesn't have a lot of hard 'nos' - and most likely, if it turns you on, then it turns him on too.

He is pretty much always dominant because he values the control, and much like Dick, he would only give up the control with someone he deeply, deeply trusts. He would only sub in a situation where he feels completely safe. (Which for him is rare, and requires years of establishing trust with someone first.)

But if it's a kink or role play where he is dominant, he is down to try it. (If it's something he hasn't already done before.) I think his only turn offs are breeding kink, CNC role play, and extreme innocence kink/ageplay. Other than that, he would be down.

That being said, his biggest kinks/turn-ons that he likes to participate in most are:

Definitely anal sex. Hank is the type of frat boy who wants to fuck every woman in her ass, and he quickly realized that this desired carried over to wanting to fuck men as well. When he fucks men, he always wants to top. He is an ass man, even when it comes to just admire asses, and he loves anal sex. Especially anal with way too much lube, absolutely sloppy where his cock is prone to almost slipping out due to the amount of lube - he loves it sloppy.

Speaking of sloppy, he loves cumming inside of you. He is definitely not into breeding (the idea of becoming a father freaks him out, and if anything about knocking you up or you becoming pregnant is even mentioned during sex, it will turn him off - even if you can't become pregnant, it will send him into a spiral if it's mentioned), but he loves a good creampie.

Hank loves cumming inside of you without a condom and seeing his cum leak out of you. It's messy so it's not always convenient, and one of the best ways to have him wrapped around your thumb and get him to do whatever you want is to promise him that he can cum inside of you later. (Especially if it's inside your ass.)

He also loves sloppy seconds. Passing someone around, sharing a partner, was definitely something he did during his frat boy days. His frat brothers always had the 'sharing is caring' mindset whenever they had a slutty, willing person around to take their dicks. And Hank quickly realized that he loved the feeling of swimming in someone else's cum. Rather than feeling jealous or grossed out, he loves knowing that his partner is just as slutty as he is. Whenever he gets the chance to have sloppy seconds, he is entirely eager about it.

He is someone who loves receiving oral.

He is the living stereotype of a guy who can be bribed with a blowjob because it is something he unashamedly loves. He loves the feeling of your mouth on his cock, and again - he loves it sloppy. This is where his spit kink comes into play, because he loves it when your mouth is so spit slick and sloppy on his cock.

He is also very much into ball worship. Hank loves the feeling of making you filthy for him, the idea of you being willing to do something so dirty for his benefit. Seeing you with his balls in your mouth is a sight that is guaranteed to make him shoot his load.

He is also into degradation kink. He loves the idea of you being a filthy slut and he absolutely loves voicing it. He loves being with someone who is very into/very turned on by the things he loves. He definitely wants a partner who is down for anything and enthusiastically enjoys the things he's into. And unconsciously, he loves the fact that you are so comfortable around him - that you can play out all of your fantasies and desires without feeling the need to hide those parts of yourself from him.

He likes being called Daddy on occasion, but I think it's a kink he wouldn't discover unless it was provoked by someone else. (He wouldn't consider that it's something he liked until someone called him Daddy during sex.) But once he discovered it, he would be the type of guy to call himself Daddy. He would say stuff like 'Daddy's got somethin' for ya' or 'Daddy's gonna make you feel so good'.

In that same vein - Hank is someone who is very into dirty talk. Very, very into dirty talk. He won't shut the fuck up when you're with him. From the moment the energy in your interaction shifts into a sexual mode to the moment aftercare begins, he won't stop dirty talking - hyping you up, telling you things he's gonna do to you, (lovingly) degrading you, telling you how good you feel on his cock, and eventually (as he gets closer to cumming) - incoherent nonsense. But he never shuts up.

Because of that, he is also someone who is very into sexting. He loves dirty talk over text, including pictures. He loves seeing your body and saving your pictures for later (with your permission) and he loves sending you his cock and having the possibility that over people saw it over your shoulder - having them knowing what a dirty (closest) pervert you are too. He also loves the idea of you crossing your legs, desperately trying to hide your arousal in public while you're around friends or family while he texts - in detail - all the filthy things he's gonna do to you the next time he sees you.

He's not very into role play, but he loves costumes - he loves seeing you in skimpy sexy costumes and lingerie. He will go nuts seeing you in a slutty nurse outfit or a sexy latex outfit with cat ears. (Bonus points if you text him pictures of yourself in these outfits while the two of you are apart.)

Hank is very into porn. He loves the visual elements - he loves watching porn with you, masturbating to porn together, and one of his favourite things to do is to send you porn and tell you that's what he wants to do to you/try out with you.

Bonus: He has a piss kink. He loves knowing that you'd be willing to get that dirty for him.

(A/N: sorry, I couldn't hold that last one back. Lmao. Anyway, I love perv!Hank with my whole pussy heart. I mean heart.)

#sundrop writes #hank hall #hank hall headcanons #hank hall x reader #dc titans #dc titans x you #dc titans fanfiction #dc titans x reader #titans #titans fanfiction

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gremlin-writes-angst · 9 months

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Knowing is Safe Ch.3

2858 words

Fandom: Redacted ASMR/ Redacted Audio / Redactedverse

Couple: Cutie/Geordi

TW/CW: Parental Emotional abuse/ Neglatful parents/ Divorce / Anxiety/ Paranoia / Talk of Non-consensual mind reading

Let me know if I missed a trigger.

This timeline is different than the original so I'll explain it

First the video "Your boyfriend asks for your trust" and then Knowing is Safe Chapter 1 is what's going through cuties mind that night/ video. Knowing is Safe chapter 2 is a couple weeks later. Then the video "Your Boyfriend final draws the Line" and about three months later Knowing is Safe chapter 3.

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It wasn't the first time.

And yet every week, every Saturday, when you saw him, in front of that building. always dressed semi-formally. A button-up tucked into some nice pants. With his lips downturned, not a full frown but it still pained you to see it.

When he sees you it changes. His face fills with love before quickly disappearing again.

You hold onto that second of love. You have to. It's why you're here.

It's why you started

Now it's for you

As you get closer to him, he backs away.

He's running away

He can't stand you

He's scared of you

You breathe, deep. You recognize your thoughts as anxiety. That's the first step.

You take a moment and watch as he grabs the door and holds it open for you.

A gentleman, he's always been

"You first."

You smile and then duck your head slightly. Not wanting him to see the pain in your eyes.

Geordi approaches the receptionist, he's always the one who checks in.

You still find it scary. To express to this almost stranger that you and Geordi need outside help.

You know he knows that, you never told him but, he knows you.

He loves you

Does he?

He does.

" They'll call us when they're ready."

He tells you before sitting a chair away.

I want him

Why won't he sit next to me?

You know why

It's your fault

It is

Your names are called, and you both follow the therapist down to the same room as always. Geordi makes small talk.

He's changed

He's more sociable

I'm glad

He seems to like it

Like clockwork you and Geordi sit on one couch, each at a different end

Too far

For you

He needs the space

He deserves the space

You deserve the space.

"Have you two decided if you're ready for the memory extraction? It is often very emotional, we discussed last session how it works and why we do it. It's always up to you."

"I'm ready."

You typically aren't this outspoken in theory, but you've been wanting this for a while, you recall how your therapist explained memory extraction as a way for them to help you understand your own memory. She explained that most people are blinded by their own memories because it's the only life they've lived so everything seems normal, even when it's not.

You never can quite understand your memories or yourself. You always preferred others, to the point it became an addiction. one that harms your thoughts, feelings, and memories. Along with harming Geordi. Someone you never want to hurt.

"Okay then, I'll get started."

Mom!!

Mom!!?

Please!

Please open the door.

You were knocking on your own house door. Crying from fear, shame, and confusion. All you did was go out with your friends, with her permission for a few hours.

That's not why she locked you out

What?

You blocked her, of course, she's mad

Remember what happened to Lanie?

Blocking was a trick your older sister Lanie taught you, to prevent other telepaths, such as your mother, from reading your mind. You'd done it before but never for this long. It was the first time your mother had no contact with you.

She's not going to let you in

She did last time

And the time before that

And all the other times

She's tired of it

But she threw us out

It's not our fault

Yes it is

We blocked her

We stopped her from reading our mind

Stopped her from protecting us

But I don't want her to continually be in my mind

I want privacy

I want to feel like I can

Think without being heard

Be Myself

You can

Not with her in here

She's your mom

But it hurts

What was that?

A twig

Snapping

A person?

Where?

I can't see

It's too dark

I'm scared

I want mom

“MOM! MOM SOMEONE IS OUT HERE. PLEASE LET ME IN. I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.”

“THAT'S WHAT YOUR SISTER SAID AND WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

Your sister

She's safe

She taught us how to block mom

She did this

No, she helped us

She can help again

You stop knocking on the door and start walking away. waterfalls fell down your face as you walked Away from home, away from your mom. You walked the streets in the dark, with no phone, no flashlight, just the clothes on your back. Summer clothes.

It’s cold

I know

I wish we had a jacket

Is this the street?

Yes

You turn down the street, wishing you were wearing warmer, longer clothes. When you picked out this outfit you didn't think you'd end up out this late, in the cold.

People

Bad?

Its a group

Brown bags

Liquor?

Eyes down

Keep walking

What do I do if they approach?

I don't know

No weapon

Just our hands and feet

Keep walking

Speed up

Door

Inside

Sister

Safe

You open the door to the building your sister lives in quickly rushing to her apartment, even though no one was following you. You hoped you remembered correctly you'd only been here once before. Tears from earlier sprung back to life as you frantically knock on the door. Deja vu from minutes ago, days ago, and weeks ago floods your mind as you recall all the time you were at your house door, begging, crying, and screaming for your mother to open the door. Today was the worst of it, she'd never lock you out for this long, or this late, your knuckles were never this red and your voice was never this hurt.

When the door opened, you were so relieved you gasped for air, air you needed from the crying. Your sister's tired face was washed away when she saw you. Her arm instantly pulls you in for a hug. You cried harder, ashamed of how emotional you were in a public space.

People are trying to sleep

I don't care

Your sister whispers in your ear

“It's okay. I know, I've got you.”

She slowly walked backward, you still in her arms, following her. When the two of you cleared the doorway she quietly closed the door.

“She- she locked me out-”

Your sister didn't need you to tell her that, she'd been through this before.

“She- again-”

Your sister's head spun at that word and you could feel the heat her anger produced. Lanie had been kicked out once, it was a hot day and she ended up having a heat exhaustion, lucky your father arrived before she could have a heat stroke. Your father was a water elemental, he was able to hydrate your sister and cool her down. That week your father left your family. Later when your parents divorced, he lost custody of both of you. Though your sister, Lanie was 17 at the time and left as soon as she turned 18. Your mom doesn't know that she still lives in town, she told you it was because she didn't have the money to go further but, you know she's here for you. Though she didn't feel safe enough to contact you till last month. She hates that she didn't help you sooner.

“Come on baby, let- let's sit you down.”

She guides you to her couch and leaves to the kitchen, you can still see her as she fills a glass of water for you. You start to regulate your breathing, taking in the smell of your sister's apartment. It smells like brown sugar, she used to have a brown sugar candle she always lit in her room, and it's comforting to smell it again. Brings you back to talking and giggling in her room.

“Here. Drink up.”

“ Ok I think that's enough”

You shook your head and looked up, dazed at the sudden pull from your memories. You look at the therapist.

“What for?”

The therapist was taken aback by your question.

“Well, I figured it was a good stopping point, especially considering the content of this memory.”

You feel a hand squeeze yours, turning to see Geordi, closer than when you started. Till now you had forgotten your partner was even there. you become ashamed realizing he witnessed everything. he had seen how bad of a kid you were. You turned to him slowly.

“Are you ok?”

Confused, you didn't answer. His hands find one of yours, his hands are tight and shaking. Before he looks into your eyes.

“I'm sorry. “

You looked away, not having an answer. The therapist took this time to interrupt.

“This is the reason we do this, as Geordi and I see it, you were mistreated by your mother. She used her telepathic abilities to control and shame you. It also appears you saw this as normal or acceptable to an extent. Would you share why you felt that way?”

" She was protecting me, she just- she wanted- she told me she needed to know everything, to keep me safe, she kept me safe."

You feel Geordi squeeze your hand, but when you look over he's looking away from you.

"Your mother taught you that."

" Yes, it's how I've lived, I can't be safe if I don't know anything, I can't be clueless, I have to know everything, knowing is safe."

"Your mother brainwashed you into believing that you could only be safe if you were constantly using your ability. That's why there's such a disconnect between you and your own brain. You aren't used to spending time with your own thoughts. It's probably why you have so much anxiety when you're not in others' heads. I'd say it's why you became so dependent on Geordi and developed that separation anxiety."

The therapist took a quick look at the clock

"Our time is almost up. I think next time I should see you separately."

What?

I just got him back

He's touching me again

I can't let him leave again

Let him?

You don't control him

“Wait, why?”

“I think it would be best for you to talk about this alone.”

“I don't understand!”

“ We can do what you two prefer but often when one client has suffered abuse it is best to discuss it separately first before with your partner.”

“ Abused? I wasn't abused.”

The therapist took a breath and she almost seemed to expect this reaction. You frantically looked over at Geordi.

Does he think I was abused too?

You were

I was?

“I'm sorry we need to go - let's go home Geordi.”

“I understand. I'll call to discuss the next appointment.”

You made your way through the building and parking lot to your car, getting into the driver's seat. Geordi is a little behind. He opens the passenger door but doesn't get in.

“Are you sure you should drive? You seem a little on edge. I could drive you home.”

“ I need to drive, I can't not be in control.”

”Ok.”

That was all he could muster to say as he climbed into the passenger seat, even if his car is a few parking spots over and he doesn't live with you anymore.

When he is buckled you started the engine and leave the parking lot. You always play music when you drive, but right now I don't care. Your brain was swarming with so many thoughts. You couldn't even understand most of it, so you just drove. You could hear a few words from Geordi but didn't pay much mind to them.

When you pulled into the driveway you were pissed. You did everything aggressively, parking, turning the engine off, slamming the car door. Geordi stopped talking and started yelling. You were already in the house as he was getting out of the car. You left the door open pacing and waiting for Geordi to walk through the door. When he did he was still yelling, laced with worry and fear, little anger.

“Cutie what-”

“Do you think I was abused?”

You questioned him, your eyes swirled with so many intense emotions but your voice stayed even.

He shut up and stared, he started to stutter trying to answer but nothing came out. To you, that was answer enough. You moved to the couch, sitting down with your head in your hands. Geordi moves to close the door before sitting in front of you.

He gently moved your hands out of the way, looking into your eyes.

“I- I can't decide for you. How you should feel about your mom. But I know that the way she treated you and your sister was wrong. So -so wrong.”

“I'm wrong?”

“What? Baby no?”

“I did what she did. To you. I always - I'm always in your brain, listening. Like she did.”

Geordi takes a breath. You're right and he wants to hold you accountable but with your state right he wants to be careful.

“ It was wrong. But you stopped right?”

Your words come out fast and panicked

“Yes, I promise I haven't read yours, or anyone else's mind in- in a long time. I only use it for work. Work only”

Geordi knew of your new resistance to using your power but didn't realize that you were completely abstinent outside of work, which worried him. Quitting cold turkey doesn't sound like the best for you. He'll have to remember that for later.

“I believe you. But that's something your mother didn't do, she never learned, and she never tried to get better, like you are now. From what I saw, she used her powers to control you, you never did that to me. Tell me why you are always reading my thoughts and others.”

You took some time to breathe before answering.

“ To protect you.”

You were hesitant but want to be as honest as possible.

“And myself. People- they lie, all the time, and it's hard to trust them. I just wanted to know the truth. To be safe.”

“See your reasons are justifiable, you just took it too far. And I think, well I'm no therapist but, maybe your trust issues are what you should focus on first. Because it seems that's the root of your addiction.”

You nod and laugh.

“ You're better than a therapist.”

He laughs

He is so beautiful

I love him

I miss him

" I'm not sure I am. I mean you've really improved,y'know working with her. You can always talk to me."

"Thank you. it's easier to talk to you about how I feel, you're not professional, you're comfortable, even if it's just our hands-"

You pull your hands out of his. Just realizing that you were touching him.

"I'm sorry, I - I didn't cross a boundary did I?"

He looks deep into your eyes and takes your hands again.

"No, I did this, I wanted to touch you, to comfort you. I’ve "

He clears his throat

"I've missed it, a lot. Every session the urge to comfort you and touch you becomes stronger."

You smile.

"Me too. And thanks, for comforting me, even though you have every right not to."

"I still love you."

You look away, your eyes catching the brown sugar candle.

Geordi follows your eyes, realizing now why that scent was your favorite. He was slightly grateful to say this without looking you in the eyes. it felt like he was saying it for the first time, even though it used to be so common.

"I do, I Love you so much, it's why I'm still here, it's why I'm comforting you, it's why I left. I know for you, it's hard to feel or remember your love if it is not constantly in front of you. So I thought I'd remind you. I love you cutie. I'm proud of you. I've missed you."

He sees a few tears roll down your cheek. You nod. He counties.

"I've missed sharing a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, I've missed sharing a home with you."

You whip your head back to face him.

"Geordi, you don't live here. I basically kidnapped you."

He laughs, your brain was previously occupied, you'd forgotten he didn't live here anymore. You start to panic again.

"Hey it's okay, I got in the car willingly, I chose to come with you. You're not a kidnapper."

His smile calms you.

'I'm sorry I wasn't thinking properly, I thought, y'know, that you lived here."

"Maybe I should?"

Your body fills with excitement. So does his.

Wait!

Don't.

You're not ready.

"I'm not ready."

Geordi's face falls a little but rises back.

" That's ok. I’m - I’m impressed."

"What? Why?"

" Because you clearly want it, but something told you that it wasn't time. And you listened"'

"I didn't think I'd be able to stay out of your thoughts...sorry. I do want to be with you again but, I can't hurt you again."

He pulls you into a hug. A soft whisper leaves his lips.

"Thank you, for protecting me"

He pulls away.

" You can protect me in other ways. And I can protect you. I will protect you."

#redacted asmr #redactedverse #fanfic #redacted angst #redacted cutie #redacted geordi #redacted fanfic #hurt/comort #redacted audio #therapy #tw: abuse #tw: trauma #healing #Knowing is Safe

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sleepingdeath-light · 10 months

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yogurt cream smut hcs ; 18+

requested by ; 🐜 anon (22/05/23)

fandom(s) ; cookie run

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | specific

character(s) ; yogurt cream cookie

outline ; “🐜 anon back at it again

yogurt cream cookie smut headcanons shhdhsjsd”

warning(s) ; sexually explicit content, pillow-prince-esque!yogurt cream, food play, public sex, threesomes

note ; there were so many conflicting translations for the pet names used in this that i ended up just throwing in the towel — they’re all at the very least complimentary so i’m still taking the win here haha

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

the type of lover who is happy to lay back and let you do all of the work — who is comfortable to stay on the bottom whilst you ride and fuck him, offering only wandering hands and remarks that leave your skin burning

that being said, he does put in the effort when he goes down on you and he’s fucking excellent at it — making full use of his dextrous tongue, soft lips and smooth hands to bring you to the edge over and over again whilst still able to spare the time to tease you (preferably with you mounting his face so he can get comfortable)

big into seeing you in lingerie — especially if it’s sheer, lacy or made of silk

has a pretty high libido and usually doesn’t like starting the day without having at least one round of sleepy morning sex with you if he can help it

enjoys consensual somnophilia and loves waking up to you going down on him — and on the rare occasion that he’s up before you, he’s also generous enough to return the favour by giving you a handjob beneath the sheets

also enjoys things like decorative bondage on you and himself — but he usually prefers to get straight to the sex itself without having to go through the motions of safe bondage

food play is an absolute must with him and most of his wet dreams are repeats of a time where the two of you gave the most decadent basbousa a second life — or the time where you surprised him with a jaw dropping show involving whipped cream, chocolate and strawberries

massive praise kink (giving and receiving)

tends to slip into his native tongue a lot when he’s praising you during foreplay and sex, particularly when it comes to pet names

the ones that he frequents are: ya amar, habib albi, and ya helo

he also calls you these things (and many more) outside of the bedroom, but these pet names in particular tend to slip out quite often in the moment

if anyone catches you having sex then he’s hardly going to mind, more bothered about getting off — or, if you’re clearly uncomfortable, protecting your modesty

in a similar vein he’s not above or opposed to actively having sex or performing sex acts in full view of others — nor with inviting others into the bedroom with you

of course he’d propose inviting people he trusts the most (like lilac cookie) but he’s also up for any suggestions that you have — or just inviting someone new as long as everyone’s having fun and staying safe

he’s up for trying most things at least once as long as it’s (a) not super risky for either of your health and (b) not something that requires him to put in mountains of effort

extremely loud in bed to the extent that if you don’t want others to know what’s going on then you’ll need to gag him once he starts getting close to climax

he has a massive collection of toys from all over the world and organises them by their function (restriction/penetration/vibrating/suction/pain/sensation/etc.) and he’s all too happy to share them with you if you ask

#sleepingdeath #gender neutral reader #🐜 anon #minors dni #minors fuck off #minors don’t touch #smut #smut hcs #cro smut #cookie run smut #cro x reader #cookie run x reader #yogurt cream cookie x reader #yogurt cream cookie smut

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amazinglyegg · 2 years

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Fallout 4 Companions Injuries and Scars Headcanons

(TW for mentions of self harm and emotional abuse/neglect)

Cait

She has a lot of very old scars from her childhood and teen years

Most of them are generally unrecognizable, just very faint patches of warped or lighter skin

Gets a lot of injuries when fighting melee, endless amounts of bruised knuckles and black eyes

A big part of it is self harm via getting injured in ways she could have avoided and refusing proper medical help in favor of her own techniques (AKA pouring alcohol on cuts and wrapping injuries with a dirty cloth)

She feels like having visible injuries is proof that her pain (physical or emotional) is "valid" in a way

She actually gets antsy when her wounds are covered with bandages or she has to use things like scar cream that will heal things faster and leave smaller scars

Curie

She's very clumsy and gets minor injuries a LOT

Bruises on her legs from running into things, scrapes on her arms from falling into bushes or hitting her hand against a wall while gesturing

I think popular consensus is that she has a low pain tolerance but I'd like to imagine her with a high one

She'll do things like hold a too-hot cup or bite her lips until she bleeds without even noticing she's hurt

She has a few scars on her body that are from the synth before her

She likes looking at them and trying to guess where they came from

Codsworth

He's a bit self conscious when it comes to his looks

He obviously doesn't have scars, but all the scratches and dents on his body makes him feel like a piece of discarded metal

He tries hard to take care of his own looks but some rust can just never come out

He feels more comfortable when Sole points out that they're just as scarred as him, and it makes him fit in more with the wasteland

Eventually he'll worry less about his own flaws, especially once he gets to know a trustworthy mechanic for when he gets seriously hurt

Danse

He spent his adolescence scavenging in the wasteland and his adulthood playing martyr for the Brotherhood, of course he's scarred

Technically he wouldn't have scars from his childhood, but he got a fair share hanging out in Rivet City with Cutler

Kinda fucked up thought: would the Railroad scar the synths that are getting mind wipes so they fit in?

Or maybe they choose the synths backstory based on how many scars they got from escaping the Institute

Danse got injured in the Institute (maybe he's a courser?) and/or got in some close calls with the Railroad

Add or minus some with reconstructive surgery and they gave Danse a dangerous past of scavenging for survival so all the gunshot/knife/burn scars make sense

He tends to ignore pain but takes caring for his injuries very seriously

It's a "you can only help others once you help yourself" type of thing, he needs to stay healthy and fit to be able to do his work as a paladin properly

Deacon

The idea of Deacon hiding a noticable scar behind his sunglasses is cool

Maybe a scar on the bridge of his nose or near his eyebrow where he got gun bashed by a UP Deathclaw

Other than that tries to limit his scars into "normal" territory

Gunshot here and there, maybe a few scratches

He'll use makeup to make any ones too noticable look smaller and has even hurt himself further in the past to change the look of a wound to something more normal

Like he was tortured and had a symbol or letter(s) carved into him and afterwards he mutilated it to look like a ghoul swipe/big burn scar/etc

His face is scarred from his face changes but generally it's very hard to see, he'll use scar cream and cover any noticable ones with makeup

Face changes can also hide any noticable scars he gets on his face

Tends to smile/grimace when he's in pain most of the time, laughs a lot out of nervousness when someone tries to help him

If he's in a ton of pain (and adrenaline isn't doing anything to help) he'll go quiet, but if he's around someone he really trusts he'll let himself curse

Hancock

He actually lives a pretty safe lifestyle, surprisingly

Nobody dares fuck with him in Goodneighbor and he always gets free healthcare and plenty of chems for even the smallest injuries

I don't like to think his skin hurts when touched because that'd be sad, I'm leaning more towards it being rough and made out of mostly scar tissue

Got plenty of scars from his childhood and doesn't mind fighting and getting hurt now, but it all tends to blend in with his skin

He has a very high pain tolerance and usually doesn't react to most things unless they're relatively serious

Tends to get curious when it comes to injuries, will show off a nasty wound to Fahrenheit like a kid showing off a squished worm

"Look, my pee's red!" "Hancock holy shit go to a doctor"

Longfellow

I like to think he has a lot of scars on his hands

From working with hooks and idk fish biting him?

Fishing's probably a lot more dangerous now in days

*accidentally fishes up a mirelurk* oops

He's old so he's been in a bunch of fights

Although now in days he can't even get into a barfight, people like him too much and will just send him to bed like the old man he is

Acts all tough when he gets shot or something but will do the Dad Groan and complain about his back whenever he gets out of his chair

Maccready

I imagine him to have fairly calloused hands and probably knees and elbows too from being a sniper

His life as a gunner was rough and he was often treated carelessly, so a lot of noticable gun shot or stab wounds that didn't get medical attention immediately

Once he started working for himself he took better care of himself

He doesn't necessarily fret over himself but he'll get into a lot fewer fights and mostly focus on staying in the shadows and out of trouble

He has a high pain tolerance but around someone he's comfortable with he WILL whine and complain the entire time

He can get shot or stabbed without a care in the world but if a bee stings him He Will Not Shut Up

Nick

On one hand, we can use our basic biology knowledge to know that metal is not made out of cells and thus cannot reproduce to create scar tissue, and this is proven by Nick's bare hand and face gash

On the other hand, this is a sci-fi game with teleportation so fuck biology

Nick can be healed with stimpacks, and given the Institutes interest in cells and using FEV to mutate them, it'd be an interesting idea that Nick can heal similar to a human

Maybe not as effectively, and maybe it only works for his outer layer of skin and does nothing for wires or metal

Obviously stimpacks aren't miracle machines and won't fix an entire hand just being gone but smaller scrapes (especially ones that don't pierce all the way through his flesh) can be healed with stimpacks

He has a pretty normal if not a bit low of a pain tolerance, but he's good at pushing through and acting tough

He feels like since he can't really bleed out that he isn't as worthy of being in pain, so he tends to go quiet when he's hurt

(Fic rec 1) and (fic rec 2) btw I love these

Piper

She's probably got fewer injuries than the average wastelander, given her comfortable life in Diamond City, and being taken good care of by her father before her and Nat moved

Her and Nat take care of each other when it comes to this sort of thing, she makes sure Nat is taken care of and Nat makes sure she takes care of herself

Nat always comes first, naturally, but Piper doesn't want to be a bad influence by purposfully leaving her own wounds uncared for

She's really chill with stitches and needles but hates the idea of infections or dirty wounds

The idea of something foreign or gross inside her body makes her cringe and she'll always make sure to keep any injuries well covered to prevent it

Preston

He has a scar on his cheek but I'm not entirely sure what it could be from

It's hard to get a good look at it just from a google search

Deathclaw or yao guai would be cool or it could be from Quincy

Running straight into battle to protect someone being terrorized and getting sliced/bayonetted by a gunner

Handful of gunshot wounds here and there, minutemen mostly deal with attacks from raiders or supermutants which have generally weak and poorly aimed guns

He's used to patching himself up and will have a hard time accepting medical help if others need it as well, especially when it comes to pain meds or such

Might have self harmed at some point in the past

Probably not an ongoing thing especially after he noticed the scars on his arm weren't fading and that he would be "wasting" medical supplies by getting himself hurt

X6-88

It started out as a morbid curiosity thing, maybe after seeing someone he cared about get hurt/tortured and wanting to feel what they felt

Then it turned into a punishment when he felt like he could have saved someone or done better in some way

Do coursers have no scars or do they have a bunch of scars?

I kinda view coursers as neglected children

Like if they get hurt or sick they can't ask for help because they'll just be ridiculed or ignored (or killed if deemed bad enough)

If they get hurt it's their job to take care of it themselves

X6 will ignore any injuries he gets partially because according to the Institute he is Lowest Priority Ever when it comes to that and partially because he's afraid of people's reactions

Deep down he's terrified of just being killed one day because some higher up thinks it would be cheaper to make a new synth than to use the medical supplies on him

Anyone treating him gently or healing his wounds gives him so much anxiety

If he has scars he keeps them well hidden

Maxson

As funny as it is to think that the cheek scar is drawn on, it probably isn't

Although I wouldn't be surprised if rumors have been circulating for so long the entire story has shifted

"Maxson fought a deathclaw with a switchblade" okay maybe it wasn't a fight and maybe it wasn't a deathclaw and maybe he just sliced his own face open trying to do cool knife tricks "just in case" he ran into a deathclaw "one day"

Other than that he was generally protected as a kid so he's never really been allowed to get hurt

He was so doted on that he'd get reprimanded for "normal" childhood injuries like scraping his knee or falling out of a tree

Making a mistake (even if it was just tripping over a rock while playing) meant he could never do that activity again, so he became cautious and hid any injuries he did get

Probably got really sick as a kid from trying to hide things like a cut that got infected or stomach pains that ended up being appendicitis

Father

Very few scars

The Institute basically locked him away for most of his life

He never left, never had to work with guns or knives (not even to cook, since all the food is supplements)

Great medicine means any small wounds get healed quickly and rarely leave noticable scars

The worst he gets is like, papercuts

And those get bandaged immediately

He's probably pretty squeamish and steers clear of the medical wing so he doesn't have to see injured people

Very horrified when he hears some of Sole's stories about injuries he never thought people could survive

Desdemona

She seems very non hostile in general, either she's never fought very much or she has retired

She seems like she could be charismatic if she tries (and she has to have social smarts to keep up with Deacon) so she probably talks her way out of fights

A very smart kid, knew where to go and how to avoid dangerous situations

Can recognize a bar fight brewing minutes before it actually starts

Playing with the idea of a serious injury leaving her with a disability (chronic pain?) which is why she stays in HQ

I actually imagine most people in HQ are ones that can't fight as well for one reason or another, which only makes the Brotherhood's attack even worse

Rhys

I don't know why I decided this but he has burn scars all down one side of his body

Something something molotive or maybe explosion from a car or gas leak??

He was out of duty for a while and Recon Squad Gladius was his first job back

When he gets frusturated he gets careless which leads to him doing things like cutting his hand while cleaning his knife or shutting the door on his thumb

Likes showing off his scars and telling stories, will find any excuse to take off his shirt while working (especially around Haylen)

Haylen

Either stays on top of all her wounds because she has medical knowledge or neglects herself in favor of her patients

I'm leaning towards her taking care of herself

She doesn't want to "slow down the team" by staying wounded for long so she tries to draw as minimal attention to herself as possible when she gets injured and bandages it ASAP

Everyone's focused on the fighters of the group so they don't notice her as much and she prefers it that way

She doesn't like having others take care of her because it feels too infantalizing

But she'll let Danse check her over if he notices she's wounded

Tends to have minimal scars because she's good at taking care of them and smart enough to not run into danger blindly

It actually makes her feel a bit self conscious around everyone in the Brotherhood who has amazing battle scars and wild stories in compared to her

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