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natsarrownecklacx · 5 months

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Ms Ceo And Her Assistant

Wanda Maximoff x Reader Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count- 1,475

Summary- Your Wanda’s girlfriend, her toy, but she’s too busy to play with you, so she asks her assistant for help.

Warnings- Smut, minors this fic is not for you, edging, dom / sub dynamics, mommy Wanda, mean Wanda, overstimulation, mentions of punishment, sharing, switch Nat

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There isn’t much in this life that Wanda Maximoff loves more than her job.

She gets to boss people around, call them on their half assed or lazy shit without fear of repercussions, make thousands of dollars each week and that’s not even a sliver of why she loves it so much.

In essence though, if she had to boil it all down to one particular thing, Wanda would say it’s the power that she loves most.

Owning and running one of the leading technology companies in the world comes with quite a bit of power, along with a reputation to enhance it.

She loves the confidence it brings her. The control she has over others, it’s exhilarating, it’s addictive. She’s not sure she’ll ever get enough of it.

That’s why, when she met you, she knew she would never leave you. Just a poor little baby in need of a mommy, a strong dominating hand to guide you through life in every way possible.

You offered her an outlet for all her pent up energy, a place for all her needs and desires to not only be fulfilled but deepened.

You loved the way she treated you. Loved when she would edge you for hours, under the guise of teaching you patience. Or bend you over her knee and spank your ass raw, her way of “teaching her baby how to behave properly.”

Or when she’d make you cum over and over again for hours, purely for her amusement.

You adored soft moments with her, when you’d curl up on the couch, her hand running through your hair mindlessly as you watched your favorite show.

Or then after care she gave you after each and every session, when she’d treat you so gently.

You took it all from her willingly, the good and the bad, knowing that you wouldn’t know what to do without her. That you love her. Need her. More than you could ever want or need for anything else.

Right now Wanda has you sitting next her in her office. Your legs are forced apart, tied to either side of the chair she lured you into with the false hope of a reward.

She’s had you spread open for her for hours, tears streaming down your face and your legs quivering pathetically as she edges you, rubbing her fingers tortuously over your bundle of nerves, pulling you right up to the edge each time before pulling away entirely and delighting in the desperate moans and whimpers that leave your mouth at being denied.

“Please.” You beg, after your eleventh time of being edged by the older woman.

Your slick has long overrun your folds, now spread over the inside of your thighs, down the chair and pooling below you, making wet noises as you try to squirm and grind into the plastic surface, desperate beyond belief for any sort of relief.

“Mommy it hurts.” You whine, feeling frustration build inside of you when she doesn’t so much as shift her gaze from her laptop screen to you. The entire time she’s been torturing you she’s been on a business call.

She has you sitting just out of sight of the camera, but close enough that her wandering arm doesn’t cause suspicion when she moves to touch you.

Her mic is muted, her role in this meeting being to mostly listen and observe, only having to drop an option here and there. You know better than to make any noise when she speaks, the spanking she gave you last time flashing in your memory every time she hits that unmute button.

“Quite, brat.” She snaps, turning her attention away from the screen for half a second. “Mommy is busy. I’ll deal with you later.”

And usually that would be enough. The promise of her undivided attention, good or bad, would be enough to placate you. But not this time. This time the need burning inside you is pushing you to beg for more, to demand more to sate the hunger inside you.

“Mommy, I need it.” You push, seeing the anger and slight surprise in her eyes at the fact that you didn’t quieten down when she’d told you to.

“Are you that desperate for it?” She scoffs, moving her eyes to the pool of arousal between your legs.

You nod feverishly, more pleas and promises to be good falling from your lips.

“Fine.” She answers and you swear you can feel yourself deflating in relief only for it to be replaced by confusion when Wanda calls for her assistant instead of signing off her call.

“You called for me miss?” The red headed woman asks, standing in the now open door of Wanda’s office.

You can see she’s trying not to look at you, so can Wanda, a smirk lining her face as she tells her assistant to enter the room and close the door behind her.

The redhead does so, keeping her eyes locked on Wanda as she crosses the room, intent on not getting herself into trouble by allowing her eyes to drift to you.

“Is there anything I can help you with Ms Maximoff?” She asks, and the sultry tone of her voice has you whimpering, so desperate that the slightest thing sets you off.

The sound takes the other woman by surprise, her eyes darkening as she instinctively snaps her gaze toward you. Only for her to realize her mistake when her green eyes meet your pleading ones and she looks away.

“There is actually, thank you, Natasha.” Wanda says, leaning back in her chair and nodding towards you. “As you can see my little pet here is quite needy. I am, however, very busy at the moment.”

Natasha nods along, thinking maybe she would ask her to untie you from the chair, allowing you to take care of yourself.

Or maybe to wheel you into the room conjoined with Wanda’s office, where she couldn’t hear you.

“I need you to take care of her.” Wanda says, so nonchalantly, Natasha thinks she must have misheard her.

“I’m sorry?” Natasha asks, doing her level best to seem professional, even in these circumstances.

Wanda narrows her eyes at the woman, only for them to round again when she hears you moan, having accidentally jerked your hips forward and rubbing your clit against the chair.

“My pet.” Wanda says, flicking her eyes toward you in recognition. “Is a desperate little slut.”

Natasha darts her eyes toward you, unable to stop herself from licking her lips as her eyes drop to the mess between your legs.

“I need you to fuck her.”

Natasha swallows and flicks her eyes toward you again. She can smell your arousal from where she’s standing.

You whimper when her eyes meet yours and you try fruitlessly to grind down on the soaked surface of the chair, unable to find the right spot to make it feel good.

Fuck. She wants nothing more than to touch you. Your thighs look so soft, so plush. She wants to feel them squeeze around her head while she eats you out like a woman starved.

She wants to make you moan so loudly, hear you cry out for her. Feel your body tremble as she makes you cum again and again until you’re pushing her away, begging her for a reprieve.

“Well?” Wanda say’s impatiently, her eyes back on her laptop and the meeting taking place on the screen.

“Ms Maximoff, I don’t think this is appropriate.” She says, in a last stitch effort to keep her professionalism intact.

“Do you like having a job here, Ms Romanoff?” Not bothering to look up from her screen, as though Natasha’s defense borde her.

“Yes I-“

“Do you want to keep your job here?” She taunts, keeps her voice scarily level.

“Yes, Ms Maximoff.” Natasha answers, looking away in embarrassment, feeling like a scolded child.

“Then get to work.” Wanda commands, flicking her wrist in your direction.

Natasha nods and makes her way over to you. Her eyes zeroed in on the mess between your legs. Fuck you look good.

“Don’t ask her what she wants.” Wanda orders, noticing how Natasha stands hesitantly in front of you for a few seconds too long. “Fuck her however you want, she’ll take it like the good little whore she is, won’t you baby.”

You swallow nervously and look toward Wanda. “Yes, mommy.”

“Good.” Wanda says, returning her eyes to her laptop. “Now be a good slut for Natasha, baby and do as she says.”

Natasha takes a moment to look you over, her eyes visibly darkening at all the possibilities running through her mind.

“Anything I want?” She asks over her shoulder, refusing to take her eyes off of you.

Wanda smirks as she replies, intrigue building inside her.

“Anything at all, Ms Romanoff.”

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A/n- My first WandaNat fic ( I think )

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oikasugayama · 5 months

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HOW HE F--KS YOU

pt. 1 Dazai, Ranpo, Ango | pt. 2 Chuuya, Kunikida, Tachihara | pt. 3 Poe, Atsushi, Fukuzawa

Complete smutty filth. MDNI. several anatomies but no genders mentioned!!

Dazai

He fucks you possessively.

Whether you're only hooking up or in a relationship, he's making sure you know he's in charge. He's the one giving you pleasure. He's gonna mark you up with hickeys and bruises and make you sore and tired so you remember him later and others might notice where he's been touching you.

He'll definitely say something like "whose pussy/ass is this?" while fucking you hard, holding you down or pressing your body into the mattress. He'll keep asking and keep making you say "it's yours Dazai, this is your pussy" until he's satisfied you not only know it but you believe it. You are his plaything and you're going to know that.

As much as he acts like a brat to piss off his friends, in the bedroom he's a brat tamer. The more whiny and squirmy you are, the more he feels like he has to pin you down and teach you to behave. If you tell him no (in a safe way, of course), say you don't want to, or try to deny him what he wants (still within the confines of your previous consenting arrangements!!), he has to punish you. It's just how it works. His voice gets low and serious when he's pissed, but it makes you even hornier because you know the best fucks you've ever gotten from him are when he's taming you.

He's not opposed to fucking you in public if he feels like you need it, or if he needs to mark his territory. Once you were out together and another man dared to hit on you and touch you while Dazai was right there. Instead of getting mad at the man, Dazai invited him to sit with the two of you. The man only left when he eventually realized that as soon as you sat down Dazai started feeling you up and fingering/stroking you under the table.

Ranpo

He fucks you lazily.

His favorite position involves both of you on your sides, your back to his chest, and his dick inside you. He likes when you squirm back onto him, he likes thrusting lazily into you, he likes playing with your nipples from behind you, he likes nibbling on your shoulder/neck and saying filthy things in your ear.

Sex can last for hours on your laziest days. Every time he feels an orgasm build, he stops moving, just cockwarms in you for a while, and eventually you start squirming or he gets impatient and thrusts again.

Ranpo is also fond of face-sitting. You sitting on his face, of course. He doesn't much care to have his ass eaten, (though he does let you if you ask) but he eats you out like a champ. Maybe it's all the experience he has licking on lollipops and sucking sugar off his fingers, but who's to say. Regardless, his tongue is vicious and unrelenting and when he gets his fingers involved he can get you to cum on his face in less than 3 minutes.

When he gets you super overstimulated he knows you'll squirt for him. That's his favorite time to get you on his face, because he wants you to squirt on him. He wants to lap it up and gulp it down. He's a cum eater for sure and he doesn't care what other fluids are in the squirt-- he wants to drink it.

Ango

He fucks you guiltily.

He loves you. You are not allowed to know that. He told himself that he could only mess around with you if he kept you at an arm's length. It's for your own good, really. For your protection. He's too wanted. Too hated. Anyone dear to him will be taken away. It's better that no one knows how he really feels about you, not even you.

But he can't stop himself from seeing you. It's so easy to walk by your office and stand in the doorway. So easy to close the door behind him when you invite him in. So easy to fall to his knees in front of you and kiss up your thighs as you spread them. He eats you out like he's worshiping you. His tongue may move slowly, but he has a pattern he follows-- a flick here, a suckle there-- and it always gets you to cum.

He won't ever stop unless he's sure you've orgasmed. When you sneak into his apartment, or he sneaks into yours, he'll suck till his jaw is sore or thrust until his thighs are quaking. He'll cramp and hurt and exhaust himself but he will not stop until you're satisfied. After all, it's his only time with you. He's happy for it to last a long time.

His favorite position is missionary because he likes to look at you, right there in front of him, the person of his dreams. Your face twists up so cutely. The hot breath you expel when you moan sends shivers down his spine. He likes every hair, lump, bump, scar, jiggle that your body has to offer. Sometimes he gets overwhelmed with how much he wants needs you that he has to hide his face against your neck and fight back tears while he keeps rutting into you, hoping you don't notice anything's wrong.

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jeweldagger · 3 months

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" YOU'RE MINE "

w/ zoro ↓

(TW) f!reader, heavy nsfw! very little spit kink, breeding kink, a bit of tummy bulge, cumdump, jealous! zoro, spanking, a little cervix fucking, fingering, dick sucking, bondage, blindfold (zoro’s blindfold), p in v, rough sex! slight possessiveness, gagging, no specific race! little bit of foot pulling, tit groping, dumbification (?), grinding against boot? damn this took me a while

SUMMARY: after a long day of training, zoro was not happy to find you and sanji giggling together. so, he decides to punish his little brat of a girlfriend.

“mon cheri, would you like another drink?” sanji cooed, his eyes practically morphing into hearts as he sat beside you, giggling in excitement as you smiled at him with a nod.

“thank you.” you’d say, your voice as sweet as ever. sanji skipped towards the sunny’s kitchen, a wide smile painted on his features before he returned back to you.

he held the glass out for you to take, doing his best to make sure his hands were shaking from the amount of joy he felt at that moment.

he could almost faint at the sight of your smile, and the way you took a sip of the yummy drink—

“what’s going on here?” zoro’s gruff voice sounded out from in front of you two, and sanji’s face immediately fell as his curled eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“sanji got me a drink,” you’d beam, body turning around to face your boyfriend, only to be met with an angry expression. your pouted innocently, head tilting questioningly. “what is it?”

before you could get in another word, two big hands hand already placed themselves under your armpits, lifting you off of the chair you had made yourself comfortable on- and you’d been thrown over zoro’s broad shoulder, a smack landing straight down onto your ass. you let out a yelp, and sanji gasped at the sight.

zoro glared at sanji for a moment, before turning around and carrying you back towards the crow’s nest. “don’t bother following us, curly brows.”

“z-zoro! what are you doing?!” you’d shriek, your cheeks growing warm as you hit slightly against his back, your hands then reaching to cover your face in embarrassment.

“teaching you a lesson.” he’d hum, tossing you up onto the floor of the crow’s nest, following after you as he lifted himself next to you onto the floor.

he stared down at you for a moment, before standing up, bringing you with him as he grabbed at your hand.

“a lesson—?” you ask, finally processing his words. “why would i need that? i didn’t do anything!” you’d huff, a pout on your plump lips as you looked up at him.

he simply scoffed, his hands tugging tugging his bandana off of his arm. “see how you feel about that after i’m done with you.” he growled out, tying the piece of cloth over your eyes, adjusting it so it wouldn’t be too tight for you. “now behave.”

as you opened your mouth to speak, your clothes had been torn off completely, cold air breezing against your skin; sending shivers down your spine.

“hmph.” you’d huff, heat pooling in your core at the sudden sensation.

zoro quickly tied your arms together, then his hands drifted down your body, thick fingers making sure to graze your sweet little pussy before reaching your ankles. he used your shirt to tie them together, tugging slightly to make sure that you’re secure.

“you remember your safeword, correct?” he asked, fiddling with your panties. he watched as you nodded, body twitching slightly against it’s confines.

“mhm,” he’d grunt in response, two of his fingers hooking around your lacy panties, before tearing them off of you.

“hey-! those were my—“

he shoved them into your mouth, a frown on his lips as he watched you gag slightly.

“stupid brats don’t get to talk.” he hissed.

you don’t know how or when, but he had already stripped himself of his clothes, and soon enough the mushroom tip of his dick was prodding against your enterance, his warm hands planted on your hips.

in one swift movement, he had already buried himself snug into your gummy walls, ignoring your little whimpers.

“t-thoo muthch!” your words were muffled by the panties stuffed into your mouth, eyes watering behind the bandana. it hurt so, so, bad but it felt.. so, so good.

he paid no mind to your plea, roughly thrusting into you. he began to pick up his pace, blunt fingernails digging into the soft flesh of your thighs. each time he bullied his thick cock into your little pussy, he couldn’t help but grunt quietly. sure, you were a brat, but your pussy was absolutely perfect.

stifled moans spilled from your lips, the initial pain drowned out by pure pleasure. the floor scratched uncomfortably against your bare skin, and your wrists rubbed against your clothes as you rigged against them, desperate to relieve the growing neediness forming in your clit.

you almost whined as one zoro’s hands left your hip, before smacking your neglected clit.

“you like that?” he grunted, thrusts becoming rougher, his tip just barley kissing your cervix with each snap of his meaty hips. “bet you do, needy slut,”

the fire in his gut grew stronger, your muffled sounds of pleasure only fueling the flames. his hand flew back to your hip, where he held your body close to his, silky white cum soaking straight into your pussy.

he slammed his cock into you a few more time, before pulling out and turning your body around, your hands and knees on the floor.

“don’t fuckin’ move, alright?” he warned, before a large hand smacked down on your asscheek. a yelp escaped your mouth as best it could, another following as zoro spanked your ass again.

“what— were— you— doing— with— that— stupid—cook—?” each work was met with a harsh slap! tears formed in your eyes, the bandana tied around your eyes soaking each of them up.

“nofthing!” your shaky voice was strangled from both your moans and the panties that were resting on your tongue.

“oh yeah?” his voice grew sharper, and before you could protest, two of zoro’s fat fingers were stuffed into your hole.

he pulled them out, inspecting the sticky leftovers of his cum before he spat down on his fingers, plunging them straight back into your little pussy. he roughly rubbed his spit and cum covered fingers along your slit, making sure you were nice and wet, wetter than usual, before he thrust into you once again.

it was easier this time, and hurt much less. moans fell from your mouth, zoro’s hand smacking down against your reddened rear again.

he snapped his hips up into you, one of his large hands holding your head down against the floor, your cheek mushed against the wooden plank. his calloused fingers tugged against your roots, his thrusts growing harsher with each muffled sound leaving your plump lips.

“shut— up.” he snarled.

schlop! schlop! schlop!

each time his thick, veiny cock breached your walls, a wet, almost disgusting sound rang against your ears. the only thing you could do was shut up and take it, choking back each moan bubbling in your throat.

“gunna fuck a baby into this cunt, maybe you’ll learn to- fuuuck,” he groaned, head tilting back as your cunt clenched around his dick so deliciously.

his thoughts soon wandered over to you, with a soft, big, and round stomach, glowing with the effects of pregnancy. he’d die to see your tits filled with milk, a sweet and excited smile on your face.

he unconsciously began to fuck into you rougher, the grip he had on your poor roots tightening as he shoved your face further into the floor.

“take it—“ he’d grunt, not bothering to listen for your muffled input as he spilled his seed into you again, hips stuttering a little. “thaat’s my little cumdump.”

he pulled out, flipping you over once again just so he could see your lips trembling against your panties, the bandana tied around your head wet and soaked with tears, your cheek red from being rubbed against the wooden floor so much.

you were perfect.

he hummed in thought, hand releasing your hair, wandering down your body before groping your tit. he almost moaned at the recurring thought of you, your tits nice and big, tummy rounded out.

he slipped his needy dick back into you, a hand planted against your hip as the other desperately kneaded your boob.

“mmph!” a strangled moan slipped from your lips, a coil beginning to furl in your abdomen with every one of zoro’s hard thrusts.

with a few more, you gushed around his dick, the contents of your pleasure dripping down your thigh as zoro continued to fuck into you.

he harshly thrusted into you, his eye narrowing slightly at the way your back arched against the cold, hard floor.

he huffed and panted, fucking roughly into your little pussy, relishing in the way you clenched so well around his thick cock.

“that’s it—“ he’d groan, before he came once again, silky roped of hot cum filling into your cunt, his thrusts not stopping.

schlop! schlop! schlop!

it was so dirty, and so good.

“take it, take it, doll- you’ll be such a good mom,” he growled, jackhammering his dick into your cum-filled pussy, his heavy balls slapping against your soft skin. “no more flirting with that- that cook, alright?” he grunted, hands grabbing at your hips.

you nodded eagerly, hips moving slightly against his, head tilted back as muffled moans pushed past the fabric in your mouth. drool dropped down your lips, dripping down from your chin as tears of pleasure soaked up into zoro’s bandana.

after a few more harsh thrusts, his cum spilled into your pussy once again, one of zoro’s large hands pressed against your lower stomach, eye trained on the bulge.

“mmh- you feel that?” he said, voice rough as he fucked into you even more. “that’s me, that’s me baby—“ his voice was cut off as he moaned, your walls fluttering around his big cock, you were close.

he tilted his head back, fucking you rougher, and faster, paying no mind to the way you came once again, your wrists desperately tugging against the clothes tying them together.

“this pussy is mine, you got that?” he grunted, hands tightening their grip on your fleshy hips.

your head just rolled slightly to the side as you dumbly gagged on the panties, your mind focusing on the way how well he fucked into your needy little pussy.

“mine, mine, mine.” he chanted breathlessly, his cum leaking into your walls once again, before two of his large fingers slipped into your mouth, tugging your panties out and tossing them aside.

you panted and coughed, getting used to breathing normally once again- before zoro slipped his veiny cock past your plump lips.

his big hand found itself in your roots once again, pulling your mouth further onto his dick. a grunt left his mouth as you sucked so sweetly onto him, your thighs clenching together.

“that’s right, don’t you dare let any of that cum spill.” he growled, his boot slithering between your thighs, pressing against your heat.

he groaned as you grinded against his boot, mouth skilfully sucking on his wet cock just how he likes it.

he thrust into your mouth, fingers tugging on the roots of your hair, and after a few more harsh snap of his hips, his cum slid down your throat, his grip loosening.

your body fell limp in his hold, his large hands immediately catching you as he kneeled down beside you. he pat your head comfortingly, arms engulfing you on a hug before he began to untie your ankles and wrists.

that’ll teach you to never flirt with curly brows again!

zoro is soooo… mmm

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thegoldencontracts · 24 days

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Is Azul Actually Kind?

I know how it sounds but pleaseee hear me out.

Azul isn't kind. That seems to be pretty obvious, right? His benevolence is clearly a facade, meant to hide the selfish, cunning nature lurking within.

I thought that too. But then I saw something that made me question it.

Namely, Azul's Platinum Suit Vignette, where he looks at the Sea Witch's actions regarding Ariel, and calls it 'tough love'.

He isn't talking about himself, he has no reason to fib. He even brings up his Grandma, making it pretty evident he's being sincere. He views the Sea Witch's actions - punishing deal breakers and setting people on them - tough love.

And the Sea Witch's actions are remarkably similar to his own. He makes deals, and he punishes people who can't fulfill them. But there are some very interesting things that, to be, combine with this to bring about the theory that deep down (or maybe not so deep down) he views it as an act of tough love.

1. Azul almost never harms his clients in a truly crippling manner. The one exception to this is the Prefect, but I feel that's easily explained by the fact that this was shortly before his overblot, and like other characters, Azul too was behaving in a manner worse than usual.

Other than that, though, his punishments are typically servitude, or giving up a talent. Keyword: a talent. Not the thing itself. Someone with a good voice who gives it up doesn't become voiceless, they just start sounding hoarse. This is proven during his backstory.

2. Azul comes from a place where 'survival of the fittest' reigns dominant. This is proven during book 6, where he mentions being hypervigilant and a risk of predators under the sea. This was also heavily implied by the twins.

To him, people who don't understand not to trust others likely seem misguided - especially considering his childhood.

3. Azul and Riddle have a lot of Parallels

This one is interesting. If you look closely, Azul and Riddle share many similarities: Sophomore Housewardens, Honors Students, completely broke down during their overblot rather than still concealing their emotions, tyrannical behavior over underlings, heavily implied eating disorders, incredibly hard-working despite their smug appearance, being short-tempered, the list goes on.

Riddle also truly believed that he was doing a service to the students of Heartslabyul by enforcing the rules the hard way. He likely viewed it as a form of tough love.

And so, Azul being kind in his own, odd way starts to make sense. It would give him another parallel to Riddle. And his 'survival of the fittest', bootstrap-pulling upbringing may be he doesn't actually find his actions that cruel, if anything, he genuinely may believe he's doing them a favor by teaching them early on not to trust others, to only make deals they know they can keep. And he's not exactly crippling them, so it's better him than someone who will.

So yeah, maybe Azul really does think he's being kind - at least, deep down.

Discourse, critique, and requests for proper citation are always welcome!

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holybibly · 2 months

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Hi! This is my first time ever sending an ask to one of the many writers I follow here on tumblr, and honestly you're my favorite because you write so so well. Like oh my god, everything you write kills me in the best way possible. I really really enjoy reading anything you put out, and I can't wait to read more from you! I hope that you're doing well and that life is treating you well too! <3

Also I'd like to say I enjoy being your bunny, and honestly your wolf Matz is my favorite out of everything I've read on your blog so far.

Honestly just the idea of bunny reader getting fucked by them makes my brain melt. But also them getting a pretty collar for their bunny and using that to pull her closer or attaching a leash to it so that either of them could tug her whichever way they wanted, like ugh yes please.

Hi, my cute little bunny, what an honour it is for me to be the first writer to respond to your request.

I guess we're thinking the same thing, because I can definitely see Seonghwa putting a collar on you and puts a leash on you. God, he could make bunny crawl on all fours and wave that cute cotton tail from side to side like a snack to eager, hungry puppies.

I can also see him pulling on the leash as you ride him to give you a dirty kiss and stick his long tongue down your throat.

Seonghwa is a bit sadistic and vicious with puppies; he knows very well that wolf pups literally cum untouched and swell up their knots every time they see your tight pink pussy, and when those glossy, wet folds are stretched by a thick dick, it brings them to despair. So sometimes there are nights when Seonghwa wants to play, more with them than with you, and it's always so fucking dirty, wet, and slutty that you need to bathe in holy water afterwards.

"Aren't you the sweetest bunny in the world?" Seonghwa's velvety voice, full of evil, seductive darkness, purred from behind your shoulder. Wrapped in furs and luxury, like the most precious item in Seonghwa's vast collection of jewelry, you were in his, now your, bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his king-size bed while you were sitting on his lap. Your pink, dripping pussy stretched out beautifully around his massive cock, and with every lazy squirm, his swollen, thick knot rubbed against your clit in the most delicious way. "Look at the way this tiny little pussy is sitting on my dick, like on a real throne. Tell your mommy, princess, do you love your throne?"

"Yes, мommy, I love my throne so much. It makes me sweet and full; I can feel you in my belly." Your small hand pressed weakly against the obvious bulge in the middle of your stomach. Seonghwa's dick really made you feel so full.

The sound of growling, moaning, and gasping filled the room at your words. It only got louder as your viscous mucus poured out of your hole, running down Seonghwa's cock, his heavy cum-filled balls, and dripping onto the floor, pooling on the black marble.

"What naughty puppies you are, behaving like bitches in the heat—impatient and moaning. Didn't I teach you to behave well when we are playing with the bunny?" Seonghwa's words were so humiliatingly condescending that even you became irritated and hot, even though they weren't directed at you but at the restless puppies that were kneeling in front of you.

They sat on their knees in a semi-circle in front of the bed, a little too close for your comfort, arranged in the order Seonghwa wanted them to be—naked and with hard, reddened cocks, the heads of their dicks proudly dripping pre-cum onto the floor. Around each of their necks was a thick collar connected to a chain, which Hongjoong held in his hand as he reclined lazily in a large leather chair by the fireplace with a glass of whisky in his hand. It was a kind of punishment for them. They behaved horribly and even dared to bite their little pet - Wooyoung's angry, swollen teeth marks are still visible on your thigh. Sometimes they forgot that you belonged to Seonghwa and were desperate to mate with you without him knowing or controlling them.

"They are Hwa's real bitches; they covered our floor with their semen; maybe they should clean it with their tongues? And no more games with my angel; you're going to fuck each other if you can't behave properly. No more of that sweet pussy". There is nothing but pure evil pleasure in Hongjoong's voice. God, this is going to make you leak even more. You begin to wriggle restlessly, your silken walls fluttering around the thick, hot girth of the alpha's cock.

"I-I didn't want to bite her, Alpha; she just smells so sweet, so delicious, and so fertile. I just wanted to fill her with my sperm." Wooyoung moans loudly, arching his back a little and sticking out his chubby butt, as if the very thought of it is getting his whole body ready for some hot and animal sex. His beautiful, bushy tail swishes behind him, and his crystal blue eyes darken with lust from underneath his messy, two-toned bangs. Wooyoung may be one of the most seductive wolves you've ever seen, but you belonged to Seonghwa, and Seonghwa was a god himself.

"Oh, really? Just fill the bunny with sperm, right, honey?" Seonghwa's plump lips pressed against the nape of your neck, just above the luxurious diamond collar that he had placed on you earlier. It was not enough for him to have the dark maroon bite stuck in your neck forever; he had to show it off in some way to all to whom you belonged. "Then I'll do it the right way, and maybe next time you'll have your teeth under control. In the meantime, all of you just sit there and watch me breed my princess, and don't you dare cum, needy sluts, or you won't be getting that pretty bunny cunt for a very long time."

"No, no, no, we'll be good." Mingi whined and scratched at the marble on the floor with his claws. His black, fluffy ears were flattened against his head in a pitiful way, and his beautiful, dark eyes were watering.

"Please, Alpha, we'll be good." Another sweet voice whimpered, and you glanced down through your lashes at the shiny, seductively muscular body of San.

Who the hell made a wolf look so good?

"I will think." And with those words, Seonghwa's hands grabbed your hips and literally threw you up and down on his dick. The room was filled with moans, growls, and piercing squeals from you and the wolf pups, interspersed with Hongjoong's enthusiastic, dark laughter and Seonghwa's velvety, deep moans.

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Slashers with an s/o that loves affection and takes her one chance to jump on them for a hug but the slasher thinks of it in a nsfw way? (I’m sorry ✋💀)

Omg your request was hilarious I loved it sm.

Just FYI, these turned more into what jumping on the slashers would involve in general because it was difficult for me to imagine them reacting in an NSFW way (except for Brahms) and I have to stay true to my personal perceptions of the characters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Jason Voorhees

It will be quite far along into your relationship with Jason until he starts to take your affectionate gestures in a naughty way.

If you have been dating for so long that your relationship has progressed to the sexy stage, Jason will regardless take glomping as innocent, funny behaviour and will respond in kind by catching you and hugging you back.

If you accidentally brush against his crotch while jumping on him, or you bump your heels against his arse if you wrap your legs around him, Jason might get some passing dirty thoughts.

He won’t do anything to act on them unless you give him clear signals that that is what you want, though. He’ll save the inspiration your actions have given him about fucking you while he’s holding you off the ground in his arms for later.

Bubba Sawyer

Even after dating you for a while, Bubba is too innocent to think of your behaviour in a naughty way. You would have to be very explicit with your approach to make him think anything of the sort.

If you jump on Bubba for a hug, he gets very delighted! Bubba wraps his arms around you, picks you off the ground and gives you a couple of twirls before setting you back on your feet.

He loves it when you show affection so openly. Bubba will encourage you to jump on him or hug him or glomp him whenever you feel like it because it makes him feel loved and appreciated.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t against physical displays of affection, but he doesn’t appreciate being caught off guard when it comes to them. So if you jump on him without giving him a warning, he is likely to get a little annoyed at your silliness.

He’ll scold you about such behaviour – you never know what kind of sharp objects he might be holding. If he’s in a bad mood to begin with, Thomas won’t catch you and will let you fall on the ground and tell you that’s what you deserve.

If he’s having a good day, he’ll catch you in his arms but will tell you with a very serious expression that you shouldn’t do that unless you warn him ahead of time.

To teach you a lesson, he might have to punish you for behaving in such a reckless manner. The punishment will entail being carried to your shared bedroom and edged until you beg for him to let you come.

Brahms Heelshire

If Brahms is in the mood for something spicier than average physical affection, he’ll take pretty much any touch to mean something more naughty. It could just be a touch on his shoulder or a look in his general direction and he’ll take it as an invitation to initiate sexy time.

If you jump on him when he’s in a mood for sex, Brahms will jump your bones immediately afterwards. It doesn’t matter if you try to explain to him that you only meant to hug him – you’ve placed naughty thoughts in Brahms’ head and now you have to deal with it.

He’ll catch you in his arms, strategically placing them beneath your butt to hold you in air, and it won’t be long until his fingers will start caressing your rear.

You can just play along by wrapping your legs around his waist, tossing his mask to the other end of the room and proceeding with steamy kissing while he carries you to the nearest flat surface to fuck.

Or you can tell him to put you down right now because this is not the time to play grown-up games. Brahms will grumble under his breath about how he think you’re being misleading but will release you anyway.

When he’s isn’t in the mood for sex, Brahms will take any touch or hug you grant him as a sign that you’re comfortable around him and aren’t afraid of him. He’s plenty big and strong, so if you jump on him to hug him, be prepared to be snatched into his arms mid-air and held to his chest until he feels like letting you go.

Billy Loomis

Jumping on Billy to hug him will definitely lead to something more. Even if he was aware of your innocent intentions, Billy will use the opportunity to take you to bed, just to mess with you (in the most loving way). Teasing and confusing you and messing around with you is one of his favourite pastime activities!

It doesn’t matter if you tell him that it was just a hug – Billy will tell you to accept the consequences of your actions. If you play along and tell him he’s right and that you should be held accountable for what you’ve done, you will be in for a round or two of good fucking.

As a rule, Billy doesn’t appreciate getting jumped on. He won’t tell you not to do it though, if it makes you happy and is one of your ways to show affection.

Vincent Sinclair

You should not jump on Vincent without his consent, even if you have the best of intentions. He enjoys physical contact and wants you to be affectionate, but he does not do well with surprising physical contact.

If you want to glomp Vincent, you should give him a warning beforehand. It could be as simple as telling him right before you do it that you’re going to jump on him now. As long as he knows it’s coming.

Vincent is worried that if you catch him off guard, he might accidentally hurt you by instinct. No one has ever jumped on him with positive intent before, so he’s new to this kind of behaviour.

If you date him long enough, he’ll get used to even the more surprising ways you show affection. At that point, it will be alright for you to charge yourself at him without a warning.

Just make sure he is not working on something when you do it because there are a lot of hot things in the basement and Vincent would hate it if you got hurt, even by accident.

#jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #billy loomis x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #slashers x reader #slasher headcanons

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matryosika · 3 months

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Johnny; Power Dynamic and Other Analysis

Wordcount — 1,086 words Includes — Headcanons Genre — Smut 18+ ✉️ Author's Note — Took me forever to fulfill this request, but here it is! I honestly felt like I got too immersed into the power dynamic bit, but honestly I had plenty to say about Johnny. Please keep in mind that these are headcanons and I'm just free-associating for a thousand words straight; this is fiction and in no way I'm claiming this is real. It's honestly the vibes I get from him, and that's pretty much it.

Nurturing, guiding and a natural giver —a soft and service dom.

I picture Johnny as someone dominant, both in sexual and non-sexual contexts. He likes to take the lead, to guide and might even love to teach others —during intimacy, he is no different.

He doesn’t strike me as a sadist at all; Johnny is tender when it comes to the physical aspects, and practices such as impact play might not be his cup of tea. Not even when it comes to punishments.

Because as much of a soft and service dom he can be, I sense Johnny likes it when you submit entirely. He can switch from being a soft dom to a brat tamer, but it’s not what he likes best —he likes it when you behave and, willingly, submit to him. He finds it endearing, and he might even think it is somewhat romantic to be in complete control of you.

Because yes, he enjoys being in complete control of you. In and out of bed.

If you’re loyal to him, behave and submit in the ways Johnny wants you to submit, then he might reward you with the pleasure of having no responsibilities. Would even take the weight of deciding anything (from what food to eat, to which clothes to wear) off your shoulders, if you want and allow him to.

In that sense, I see Johnny as someone who takes his role very seriously —he is the type to “whatever my baby wants, my baby gets” as long as you behave. If you’re good to him, he will be good to you.

But Johnny can be quite stern, and he is not one to let things slip. Not once.

If you're good, then you're safe. If you do him wrong, expect some retaliation from his side.

Johnny is something of an extremist —either he gives you everything or nothing at all. Denial might be his favorite way to punish you, and he doesn't even flinch at your begging and crying whenever the punishment lasts for a bit too long.

He also doesn't mind abstaining from sex because he is really in control of himself. Johnny doesn't bend easily, and that's why his punishments denying you are way worse than a couple of spankings or other forms of physical punishments.

Onto the practices he likes, I feel very strongly about dumbification, but like, it comes naturally. There’s something about this man that just screams to me that he might phrase his sentences and perform his actions in a way that could make you feel you silly, that you know nothing —it’s the perfect balance between humiliation and guidance. He is overstimulating you so much to the point that you can't form a coherent sentence? Don't worry, Johnny can help you find the words. You're too embarrassed to say what you want? He might make you repeat word by word after him. You can no longer come without his help? “Do I have to do everything for you, baby? Don’t worry, I got you”.

Johnny needs you to need him. And he is okay bearing the responsibilities such a thing entails.

But even whilst being a service dom, when his pleasure mostly derives from yours, his own physical pleasure can’t be neglected. Johnny is very talkative about what he wants and how he wants it, and he doesn’t mind teaching you what he likes, taking his time shaping you into the perfect submissive for him.

It's not that he wants someone who is well-experienced, and that they know what they're doing —he wants someone that is willing to learn everything there is about him, to teach them what he is into and how he likes it.

He wants someone perfectly made for him, and him only; so this is probably a good time to talk about his corruption kink.

The corruption for him would be introducing you to his lifestyle, the things he likes. He isn't necessarily interested in teaching you what sex is about, no —he wants to teach you all the things he knows, the way he lives, the things he enjoys. He wants to corrupt you into finding new pleasures, into finding satisfaction in things you didn't think could satisfy you before. There's also some corruption into moving the power dynamics you two might have in bed into non-sexual contexts —corrupting you into “behaving”, into following rules, into trusting him enough to give him your freedom of will and choice.

However, with everything mentioned above, please note that consent means everything to him. And albeit stern when it comes to rules and punishments, Johnny values input. He will never act without your consent, and will never move forward with such a dynamic without any sort of negotiation. He would also respect it if you're not willing to offer him what he wants, and might want to work together to get to a common ground.

And just like he wants you to learn about him, he takes his role as a dom very seriously as he learns from you. He knows everything, from the smallest little things such as your favorite snack or color, to things that might have to do with your emotions or thoughts. Johnny wants you to rely on him, and might offer you intimacy as a way of treating yourself from dealing with the stress and anguish the real world can cause.

He is tender and loves taking his time with foreplay. Sex can last for hours with him, and I'm not talking precisely about penetration —petting, masturbation, oral sex, dirty talk... he likes to take his time with you and your pleasure. Because of this, I don’t feel like he enjoys quickies, nor fucking in uncomfortable places. It’s either the bed or nothing.

And although he might be picky with all that stuff, you should know that it is for a reason. His priority is that you both feel comfortable, in a safe space where you two can unwind. Johnny doesn’t mind to show the dynamic you two have to the world —however, sex is a whole other issue. Such intimacy is between you and him only, unless discussed otherwise.

Because yes, if you want a threesome, Johnny will agree.

If you want to experiment with a new kink or fetish, Johnny will say yes.

If there’s something you’d like to try out, Johnny will comply.

To whatever you want, actually.

You know —with him, what you want, you get.

#nct smut #nct 127 smut #johnny suh smut #johnny smut #kpop smut

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blue-sadie · 9 months

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Yandere Hope

Spider, Neteyam, Miles, Jake, Tonowari x Na'vi Reader

Prt 1. Prt 2.

Them being yandere for you

Spider Socorro

His a jealous yandere your a na'vi and his a human people say it could never work but he'll make it, he gets irritated when other males try to court you even infront of him.

It all started when you became friends with him and the sullys you were one of the very few that treated him like a actually person and not some alien.

It took him a while of planning but when he does kidnap you he kinda starves you out so when he does finally feed you, you see that you need him to survive, he keeps you in a cage in a hidden cave far from the village so no one can ever find you.

If you escaped he'll become more desperate and manipulative he'll use the excuse of keeping you to himself because your the only one ever nice to him and guilt you into coming back to him.

Neteyam

He's a possessive yandere, he fought to get where he is today he doesn't want to be seen like he gets handed everything because of who his dad is and he'll do anything to get you.

When he arrived at your village with his family you where the only to smile at him and not talk bad about him and his family, you also joined in on teaching them your ways.

He brings you back to his homeland because he knows of places he can keep you and he knows you don't know anything about the forest so he hopes the fear will keep you trapped.

When you do escape and he catches you he will take drastic measures and actually break your legs for punishment and when your sobbing he'll just pat your head while saying I fought for you now your mine.

Miles Quaritch

He's a serious yandere he takes no jokes what so ever he doesn't like anyone other then him talking to you or even looking in your direction he'll take it as a threat and kill them on sight.

You were spiders adoptive mother and so you probably met when he held the sullys kids and spider hostage and he saw how spider responds to you so that also fuels his desire for you.

He probably also caught you after you followed spider down after he fell and decided you would be an excellent prisoner.

If you ever escape he'll use spider as bait and yes spider wouldn't mind it either and when you come back he'll put an electric collar on you.

Jake Sully

Isolating yandere he'll do anything to make sure he's the only one around you, friends oh they just heard one really bad rumor about you he'll stop at nothing.

You were neytiris best friend and kinda hung out in the background of their lessons making sure he doesn't try anything on her but as he became more na'vi you opened up to him.

He got a small base made so he can keep you there he'll make sure there's limited resources for you and when you run out he'll make you beg for more.

If you escape all hell will break loose he'll threaten you by saying he'll give out important info to the sky people and when they destroy most of your home he'll tell the people you were the one to give that info out.

Tonowari

He's a condescending yandere he'll make you feel low of yourself when you hang around other people and become a bit distant if you still carry on and make you beg for his forgiveness.

You are jakes sister and came with them to the village because quaritch was after you too, tonowari took it upon himself to teach you their ways.

He makes a hut further in the islands that no one knows about and keep you there but he'll still give you everything you need as long as you behave.

If you escape he'll turn into a mean yandere because why would you leave him how could you think you can live without him.

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gladerwolfstarkimagines · 5 months

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Other Parts: Part Two, Part Three (short version) Part Three (long version) and Part Four.

You were the younger sister of Johanna Mason from District 7. You were her only remaining family and were put in the 73rd Hunger Games as punishment for your sister's behaviour after she won her games. They thought killing her only remaining family member would convince her to behave and stop being so reactive. It of course didn't work because you won the Hunger Games.

They'd underestimated both you and your sister. Johanna had suspected they might do something like this so had been quietly training you and teaching you survival skills since she got out. Then when your name was called and she became your mentor, she put every fibre of her being into making you win this. She taught you how to play the game, how to appear pretty, charming and get sponsors. Caesar commented on how unlike Johanna you were. "You're a lot more likeable than your sister" he said plainly and you smiled, pretending you weren't visualising pulling his tongue out through his teeth. You were exactly like your sister and proud of it, you just had to play a different game to her.

When you won and were let out Johanna was right there waiting for you. It was the first and only time you saw your sister cry and the trauma brought you both closer. You managed to form some life for yourself, you became friends with the other tributes and tried to keep your head down but you weren't good at that and neither was Johanna. Then Snow announced his stupid spin on the games and you were reaped...and Johanna volunteered as tribute instead of you.

There was nothing you could do as you watched your sister be submitted for the games again and you were furious. So it was of no surprise that when the rebels contacted you, you jumped at the chance to sign up with them. That's how you found yourself in District 13 at the end of the quarter-quell games. You watched Katniss, Beetee and Finnick come in but not Johanna. She'd been captured and while Katniss was freaking out about Peter you wanted to scream because nobody was bothered about your sister, nobody except Finnick.

He came to you as soon as he was able. "Y/n I'm so sorry" he told you "I went to look for her, I tried to find her I really did, I promise" he told you and you nodded "I believe you Finnick". He was the first person you cried with over your sister.

You found out after that, that Finnick had lost Annie. Apparently, she'd had a breakdown from all the stress and the drugs they gave her were too powerful. She'd overdosed the first night Finnick went into the games according to Heavensbee. You had no idea and hadn't heard anything about it but that was the capitol and you had been distracted with a rebellion. With your mutual loss, Finnick and you bonded. You'd always gotten along but you'd never been close which didn't make too much sense.

As soon as you became a victor Johanna introduced you to her victor friends and you hit it off with Finnick immediately. You were both social butterflies who could charm and flirt with pretty much anyone however after a few parties where the two of you clearly were the centre of attention, you felt him pulling away. You asked Johanna about it but she'd just shrugged and said she didn't know anything. So you'd remained civil but never been that close again, until now but in a completely different way.

You responded to loss a lot differently to Finnick, but then again your sister was alive while his love was dead. You could've argued your sister being alive and tortured daily was worse than being dead but didn't think that would help Finnick. The second he found out about Annie he fell apart. He had to be hospitalised and was a shell of himself. You'd responded to your sisters's loss by throwing yourself into work but everyone grieves differently.

You heard sobbing as you passed the medic bay and knew immediately who it was. You unlocked Finnick's door and he turned away before he saw it was you. He wiped his face and sat up. "It's okay" you told him "you don't have to stop". Finnick looked at you and shook his head "any news?". "No but that's not why I'm here, I'm not great at comforting people but I'm here for you Finnick. My sister would want me to look out for you". Finnick paused and then smiled. It was a sad smile but it was a smile. "It's funny" he said "because she said if anything happened to her, I had to look out for you". You smiled sitting down on a chair at the end of his bed "well funny how things change huh? Now, when was the last time you showered, ate or went for a walk?". Finnick shrugged "I don't remember for all 3". You nodded "well that's where we'll start".

And that's what you did for the first week. You visited Finnick for every meal between shifts. You took him for walks around the corridors and made him shower. You stood outside with a towel and clean clothes for him. You figured if he started acting more human it would make him feel like one again and it slowly worked. His appetite increased, he dragged his feet less, he cried less. There were still down days, one day you walked in to find doctors with him and heard he'd cut himself having nightmares so you spent the next few nights asleep at his bedside, ready to hold him down if he tried to hurt himself. Your life revolved around making him get better and you weren't even sure why, neither was Finnick.

"Why are you being so kind to me?" he asked one day when you revealed the sugar cubes you'd snuck into the kitchen and stolen for him. You passed him the cubes and looked at him "because we're friends and you'd do the same for me". He nodded "I would have but you aren't the most touchy-feely sentimental victor". You smiled, pleased Finnick was feeling well enough to poke fun at you. "That's true but I have a soft side to me, Johanna and I both do". Finnick shot you a look "see you I can believe but Johanna?" and you laughed.

It was nice to feel happy and you felt a sharp jolt of it, before remembering where your sister was. It suddenly hit you she was somewhere being tortured as you spoke. Finnick saw the look on your face and didn't have to ask what you were thinking. He gently took your hand. "It'll be okay" he told you "we'll get her back". You nodded and squeezed his hand "I thought I was supposed to be the one comforting you?" you said. Finnick shrugged "we're friends remember?" and for some reason that made you smile like a goofball.

Once Finnick was discharged from the hospital he began taking an active role in District 13 and you helped him settle in. He was moved to a room just across from your own for stability and even though you didn't work together, you sat together in the cafeteria and spent most evenings together. One of the main perks of being an ex-victor/murderer was you got special training with fun toys courtesy of Beetee. You were down there every free minute you had but you felt like Finnick wasn't using this to his full advantage.

"Can you give me tips on how to throw?" you asked Finnick one day after work. He blinked and looked up at you "as I recall, you have a pretty good arm on you already" and you smiled remembering the time you accidentally hit him in the face thinking he was Joanna. It was at a Capitol party, one you'd actually enjoyed and the memory was a good one. "Yeah short range but not long-range, I want to know how to throw a spear or maybe a trident. Know anyone who can teach me". Finnick did not look in the mood but you gave him your best smile and he couldn't resist. "Fine" he pouted getting onto his feet stroppily "but not for long, I'm shattered". You grinned "yay thanks Finnick!" and gave his arm a squeeze before pulling him down to the toystore of weapons.

You saw Finnick's eyes twinkle as he saw the trident Beedee had made for him and smiled. Finnick swirled it effortlessly around himself looking very hot as he did it and he knew it. He turned to you, his shoulders lifted and confidence risen "so, let's get started".

Finnick had you throw a few spears first and after observing he began to adjust your posture and angle. You got better with the spear but couldn't seem to get the trident anywhere near the target. "You've got good power which is no surprise" Finnick smiled "but this isn't an axe, it's bigger and heavier. That's why your aim needs to be better for the trident to find its mark". You nodded before a thought occurred to you "have you ever thought you could be pitch Pitchfork Boy instead of Trident Boy? I mean a trident and pitchfork are basically the same thing". "What? No they not! They're completely different!" Finnick said utterly flabbergasted by your claim and taken-aback by your sudden declaration. "But they are!" you argued continuing the fight "long stick, 3 spiky bits at the top!".

Your bickering escalated and your arguments became sillier until finally, Finnick couldn't stop laughing. You weren't sure if it was because of how strange your argument was, he actually found you that funny or a semi breakdown but either way, it was the most you'd heard Finnick laugh since this all happened. He had tears streaming down his face and he was laughing so hard he had to sit down. You sunk down beside him also laughing and when you both caught your breath he smiled at you. "Thanks Y/n". You looked at him "for what? Being so hilarious?" and he smiled again. "For reminding me there are still things to live for like having a laugh with you". There was a lot of weight in those words and you could tell Finnick had really been contemplating if there was anything worth living for. You should've suspected it but you hadn't and you were suddenly so thankful Finnick was still here. So much so you did something you never did...you hugged him!

Finnick was also surprised and tensed as you pressed up against him and wrapped your arms around him. "Thank you for staying here with me Finnick, I'm glad you're still here" you said into his neck and then Finnick relaxed and hugged you back. "Me too" he agreed.

Time settled and you stayed in the embrace before pulling back feeling slightly flushed. You were searching for something to say when Finnick spoke "I'm glad you got me to come down here and train, can we do it more often?". You nodded "as often as you want".

Finnick started smiling more after that and he was beginning to get back to his charming jokey self. Katniss commented on it one day when you and Finnick teased her for daring to change her hair up. Finnick smiled when she said how much better he was doing. "Well it's thanks to Y/n, she's the one who nursed me back to health and dragged me out of bed each day". You shrugged "nursed is a strong word but I did drag him around a lot". "Well good work" Katniss said "I'll tell Prim you might try out for nurse too yeah?". You showed her a finger and the 3 of you laughed. It was nice to hear your 2 friends laugh together.

Finnick kept you to your promise of training as often as he wanted and you tended to go every other evening after work. It was a stress relief in many ways but you also just enjoyed hanging out with Finnick. He was skilled and you learned a lot from him, as well as helping him master a few skills yourself. It felt productive, fun and you loved that you had something in your control. It was honestly the highlight of your week and Finnick agreed.

You'd had a really good training session so for the last part you got a little cocky. You were sparring with Finnick and decided to use the trident. You'd gotten a lot better at using it but still Finnick smirked as you picked it up "really?" he asked "baby you really want to use my weapon against me?". You felt a little fluttery when he called you baby but didn't let it show. You stood up taller and twirled it in one hand, the exact way you'd seen Finnick do "I certainly do pretty boy". The grin Finnick had on his face was delicious, so much so it was all you could think of for the first few seconds of your sparring match.

Finally your brain came back to you and you nearly knocked Finnick over with the staff of your trident but at the last second, he caught it. You knew the second his hand connected with it, it was gone and sure enough, he ripped it away from you. Finnick did it with so much momentum you stumbled into him and couldn't help but smile at how impressive he looked when he did that. Finnick grabbed your arms to stop you from falling and noticed the look on your face "why are you smiling I won?". "Did you?" you asked honestly thinking the situation you were in was pretty victorious. Finnick Odair standing over you, his hands firmly on your body while he stared at you with his brooding smoulder. Finnick chuckled as he got your point "I guess we're both winners then" he replied and let you go softly. "So that's a draw right?" you asked and just like that the two of you were back to bickering playfully.

After you talked at him until Finnick agreed it was a draw you headed to the showers for a quick wash before bed. You were only allowed a shower once a week so this was another reason you were both in such high spirits. "The way you hit the target without even looking was so cool!" you told Finnick as you entered the co-ed bathroom. Finnick shrugged "well I try, I've lost a lot of muscle mass over the past few weeks". "Well it looked pretty good to me" you smiled hanging your clothes and towel up. You pulled the shower curtain around you and got undressed. Finnick did the same in the cubicle next to you. You enjoyed your 5 minutes of warm water and totally forgot you'd not brought your towel into the cubicle with you. You peeked out of the curtain and sure enough, it was hanging across the room. You sighed, shut the water off and walked across to grab it.

It was late so there was nobody around and you had the towel in your hand and were about to wrap it around yourself when Finnick opened his curtain and saw everything. His eyes quickly took in your body before he looked away and you turned around. "Dammit Finnick" you commented and worked on getting the towel around you. You looked up and realised you were now in front of the mirrors and Finnick was staring at you through them. When he saw you'd spotted him he turned his back and you chuckled. You tied the towel and turned to him "if you wanted a look Odair all you had to do was ask" you smiled at him. Finnick's usual swagger had gone so you let it drop to not make it awkward.

You both dried off and gathered your stuff. You made conversation about how nice it was to be clean and Finnick gave you one-word answers. You said goodnight and stepped into your room. Your first thought was, it wasn't a big deal. You were friends and friends saw each other naked all the time! But then you thought about the way Finnick had been looking at you and there was no way of denying he was turned on. He liked your body and was attracted to you. You'd thought the two of you had chemistry back when you first met him but knew with Annie nothing would ever happen. However she wasn't here, it was just the two of you and Finnick could do whatever he wanted and judging from his eyes when he saw you naked, that was you. You debated your next move, should you just let it go? Wait for Finnick to approach you? Leave the moment and see if there was something there tomorrow too and build on it? You were never good at waiting so you decided to shoot your shot. You'd always wanted Finnick so why not go for him at the end of the world?

You crossed the corridor in nothing but your towel and knocked on Finnick's door. He opened it and looked at you "Y/n?". "I saw the way you looked at me when you saw me naked and I'm just going to be honest. I think you're hot and I want to sleep with you and I think you want me to. Want to do something about it?".

"Yes" Finnick said pulling you inside way quicker than you expected. He didn't even give it a second thought telling you he'd also been pacing his room thinking about you.

Finnick was just as eager once you were inside. He kissed you the second the door was shut and was so needy it was beautiful. He took control initially but as he got more and more heightened and his hands started pawing at you, you started to tease him. You pushed him down on his bed and held him down with one hand "hmmm is someone impatient?". Finnick made a noise reaching for you but you trapped his other hand with your leg "nope, I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you want honey". Finnick made a gorgeous moan and looked at you dead in the eye "I need you to drop that towel, jump on top of me and make that workout earlier look like child's play". You leaned back and loosened the towel "done" you said and let it fall to the floor before completing Finnick's other steps happily.

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The next morning Finnick woke up and knew something was different before he opened his eyes. Then he did and he saw you laid next to him. You were facing the other way from him with your back to him and he started to panic. What had he done? Annie hadn't even been dead a year and he'd slept with another woman! He'd betrayed her in a way he knew she wouldn't have done to him. He felt like the worst person alive and then you turned around and he got it.

Finnick saw your face and couldn't help but smile. You looked so calm asleep. Awake you always had some guard up but asleep you looked so peaceful and naive. The lines the games had left on your face were gone and Finnick realised he felt happy just seeing you. You'd become the face he got most excited to see and it was almost instinctive now. He enjoyed seeing you peaceful and happy like this because he liked you. You were also so fucking hot. When he saw you naked yesterday his mind had nearly exploded! Your body was incredible, you had abs and your muscle-to-curve ratio couldn't be more perfect. So when you appeared at his door he realised he acted with sanity and clarity. He hadn't slept with you on a whim, he did it because he liked you and genuinely wanted to. He thought Annie would understand that and so he turned towards you.

He pulled you closer so you were resting against his chest. "Finnick?" you asked sleepily and he nodded rubbing your arm "yeah, don't worry is early. Go back to sleep" and you nodded. "Who knew your abs were so comfy" you sighed nuzzling into him and he chuckled. He kept his arms around you protectively and fell back to sleep.

So guess who saw The Ballad of the Songbird and Snakes, went home and rewatched all the HG movies and fell in love with Finnick again?

This will be a four-part series and I'll be posting two more parts next week!

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"I don't even know who I am"

What I have loved about the show from day one is that it has been an unflinching examination of identity and what makes it: the things that shape people into who they are and how that impacts on how they act and react to the world around them.

The exploration of Ed’s sense of self has been so beautifully handled and I know that if/when we get a third season, they’re going to do even more with it.

This is a character who has been raised with violence and cruelty his whole life, who was told “we’re just not those kind of people” when he yearns for something better, who killed to protect his mother, who ended up under the heel of a brutal tyrant of a captain who used sadistic punishments and death to keep his crew in line.

It’s the only life he knew and it’s the only option he sees himself as having. He has no concept of any other alternative until along comes Stede “there’s always another way” Bonnet and he’s fascinated. He even tells Stede as much the first time they met – “do you have any idea how hard it is to find someone doing something original out here? It’s impossible, man.”

Ned Lowe cements that fact in 2x06, describing Ed as a generic pirate and Ed immediately calls him out on the fact that he’s as messy as the rest of them even if he’s trying to act like he’s not, observing “It’s usually family stuff”. Stede even observes “A lot of your friends are troubled” and Ed fully admits “Yeah. Well. They’re pirates.”

There’s so much juicy meta to be had about the fact that Stede wants to desperately be a pirate and Ed doesn’t even catch that not only is Stede fully troubled but that it’s got Family Stuff etched all over it. He even says “you’ve got it all figured out”, but the Stede meta is for another day.

In S1, Ed’s in a pretty depressed space and finds a bit of a respite from it in Stede’s company. It lets him try out new things, things he didn’t think he was allowed/able to do, but he still follows a lot of the patterns of behaviour and actions that are standard in the pirate lifestyle that has been 80% of his lived experience.

He can switch violence on and off when he needs it (“next one goes through your fucking eye”), he doesn’t see anything wrong in talking about the violence he’s inflicted (“Well, this one time I was gouging an eye out of this lad’s skull”), he has a deep well of punishments that he can draw from (force-feeding body parts, mutilation, skinning, maiming) and all of these things are just so normalised for him that he’s desensitised to how horrific they are.

He’s still doing all those things while also telling stories, having fun, teaching people about fuckeries and generally being “more open and available than I’ve ever seen him”. He hasn’t wanted or needed to shed that side of his life because he’s getting the best of both worlds.

Only then Calico Jack pays a visit and ramps Ed’s behaviour up to 11 and this is the first time Stede – who is dealing with his own issues at the same time – says that there’s something wrong with the way he’s behaving.

Ed says to Stede, confused and stung, “This is who I am. This is me” when Stede points out all the behaviour he isn’t enjoying. And for him, at this point, this is him. This is what he’s grown up knowing and being. This is his lifestyle and part of the culture of the pirate community. We see it repeatedly when we see Ed encountering people from his past or in the Republic. It’s the frog-in-the-pot scenario. He’s been in the pot so long, he doesn’t know it’s been boiling the whole time.

Only the very next episode, at the academy, pared back to just be Edward Teach, born on a beach, he admits “I don’t know if I want to go back to the old days, drinking all day and forcing some bloke to eat his own toes for a laugh”. He’s been played and double-crossed by people who trusted him and he sees an alternative in Stede – “I’m your friend” Stede told him, and he wants that. He wants a friend he can trust. They can go off together, away from all that and everything’ll be fixed, right? That’ll make it all good.

And then…

And then we all know how that goes.

Briefly, very briefly he thinks he might be able to hold on to that different kind of thing, that softer, brighter world, but Izzy reminds him of the reality of their situation. That people he considers allies and friends can and will warn him to “watch his fucking step” and that this is not a world where he can let his guard down.

Either you’re part of that world or you die. Izzy said it as far back as episode 4. The only retirement they get is death. And so that’s the option Ed takes: either watch the world burn or die trying. Not like he can have anything else. For ever and ever, trapped in his life and world he has come to hate.

He sinks him into the worst of it to try and end things faster. He’s crueller. Relentless. Brutal. And no one seems to care that he’s shattering under the weight of it, until he forces their hand and goads them into killing him or letting him kill all of them.

Izzy says “we did this to him” to Stede, but neither of them seem to realise how much deeper Ed’s hurts go. Yes, they both had an impact on Ed, knocking away his sense of place and self and acceptance, but the wounds are far older and far deeper than they know.

It’s only when Ed is first forced to confront himself in the unsettling not-reality of the gravy basket that he takes the first step in understanding himself better. He’s forced to face the stuff he’s done and the worst parts of himself. He even tries to kill them, over and over again, until he realises.

I find it especially interesting that Buttons describes getting out of purgatory as “escaping”. That this is a place where you’re flayed down to the bones and forced to face the worst parts of yourself.

It’s so vital that he – and Stede – have the encounter with Anne and Mary. He’s reminded of the world that he was part of and the casual brutality that came with it. He’s shown that he and Stede could easily fall into those patterns, but instead Stede offers him honesty, comfort and the assurance that he is loved.

“A lot of your friends are troubled” Stede observes after and Ed admits that yeah, they’re pirates. He recognises that this is part of the social culture he grew up in and that it’s still impacting on him now.

But what happens next is so sweet and important. Buttons talks to him of learning to change, that nothing is fixed and that if you want to, you can change your path. And then Buttons shows him it’s possible and Ed’s face just lights up. Yes, brother. Fly. You can change things. You can choose another way.

Only it’s not simple. It’s not straightforward. With the probation period, Ed looks for quick fixes – offers to let Lucius push him overboard to get it over with and the like – but part of him still doesn’t quite get why some of the stuff he did was wrong because it was so normalised to him.

It takes Fang saying “I was terrified” to make him see it and coming from someone who has been with him for 20 years, realising someone else from within his own world was terrorised by him brings things into focus for him. That the things he thought were games weren’t. That the stuff he told himself was normal in context absolutely wasn’t normal.

And this is where Ed’s entire world view pivots. Fang shows him how to sit with himself, how to reflect. Ed takes this lesson to heart and he’s still working through it, gazing out to sea and thinking about it at the beginning of episode 6. He goes from never apologising for anything as a captain to telling both Fang and Izzy quiet, but meaningfully, “I’m sorry”.

He’s known for a long time that he’s tired of piracy, but the Ned Lowe situation is the thing to put the final nail in the coffin: this man hunted him down because of his pirating. This man hurt them all because of it. And worst of all, Ned took the man Ed loves and pushed and provoked him until Stede killed him. This was Ed’s “you defile beautiful things” moment. His face in those scenes, when he said “don’t do it, you can’t come back from this” is a call from his own experience. Stede is taking that step onto a path that Ed desperately wants to get off.

That night makes the decision for him.

The next morning, his leathers go overboard, a symbolic end to Blackbeard (and I will yell another day about him putting the proverbial beast back under the waves. Ed and his sea metaphors are gnawing me alive) and he’s happy about it, humming and hurrying back down to join Stede in their bed.

Stede doesn’t notice, though. Stede never would notice something like that being important because for him, Ed is Ed. Whatever he wears, whatever he does, he is Ed. A change of clothes doesn’t change him in Stede’s eyes.

But other people notice. Hell other people not noticing Blackbeard and only seeing some hobo dude is such a change. There’s something so significant that the people he chooses to talk to about it are the old guard in his field. He tells Jackie “it’s not a phase” and Izzy that it felt “fucking great” and both of them get it. Both of them have been there, seen it, experienced it.

Only it happens as he’s seeing Stede become what he used to be, stepping into the space he’s willingly leaving, and Stede is so happy about it. And he��s happy for Stede to have his moment and be appreciated, but it just throws into stark relief that this is absolutely not what he wants or needs right now. He still has a lot of figuring out to do and unfortunately, they’re both highly-emotional people and when they’re emotional, their communication goes down the toilet.

Once upon a time Ed said “this is who I am, this is me” to Stede, when he was acting exactly like Stede is now: raucous, drinking, chaotic and loud. Only time and reflection has let him see that wasn’t necessarily him but the environment and his circumstances shaping him to be like that, just as it's now making Stede act that way.

“I don’t even know who I am,” he admits in this argument. “I’m not ready for whatever this is”. He knows he has a lot more to figure out and because he’s latched on so hard to fishing as a place to be quiet and contemplate, that’s why he runs there. He wants to work himself out without the weight and pressure of the pirate world breathing down his neck.

Only he doesn’t talk about it, he doesn’t explain, he just tells Stede he’s leaving and Stede immediately sees it as something he’s said/done, rather than something that Ed is trying to figure out. They both hurt each other because Ed has always worried that Ed isn’t enough – the loss of the beard still weighs on them both – and that Stede is only humouring him to get Blackbeard, while Stede is so convinced that being a great pirate will mean he and Ed can be together as equals instead of him being a bumbling amateur who isn’t worthy of the man he loves, only to see it slip through his fingers.

They both need to talk to each other, but they don’t know how. Ed’s made quick, rash decisions, but they’ve come on the back of a lot of reflection and he just didn’t explain it. He’s right that he doesn’t know who he is himself. He’s never had the chance to just… take the time and figure it out. He needs that time, but they just don’t have it right now and they end up hurting each other more because of it.

I’ve said from the beginning that both of them are coming from opposite ends of the spectrum and that they’re destined to meet somewhere in the middle. Ed got his fantasies of a fancy life shattered in season one and now, Stede is seeing the impact of his pirate fantasies on the life he made for himself in season two.

Both of them are on the edge of a catastrophe curve, misunderstanding each other’s motivations and totally at odds with who they are versus who they have been told they need to be. They will get there, but two little lost boys finally taking off the rose-tinted glasses and dealing with the mess that they have carried with them their entire lives isn’t easy.

And I will fully admit I am loving it.

#ofmd s2 #ofmd meta #ofmd #ed teach #long post

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vex91 · 8 months

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Kim Chaewon - Lesson

Pairing: Kim Chaewon x Female Reader (Yandere AU)

Fandom: IZ*ONE / Le Sserafim

Requested by: Anonymous

Request: Can I please get a yandere smut with fem reader and chaewon. Pretty please🥺

Summary: In Chaewon's mind you and everything about you was hers and hers only and she had to make sure that you and everyone else knew that.

Warning(s): Yandere theme, Smut, 18+ content, Degradation, Fingering, Strap, Orgasm denial

A/N: Thanks for requesting <3

3rd's POV

"Was it fun?" Chaewon's voice rang throughout your room. You could feel her breath fanning over your neck as she eyed all the marks she left behind. She was proud of them, seeing them as her masterpiece. Your body was hers after all so it was only natural for her to claim what's hers, especially when there are people who would love to take what's hers.

"Was it fun to have Heejin all over you, undressing you with her eyes in front of everybody?" You whimpered at the feeling of her teeth slowly grazing your skin, going lower and lower until she was in front of your chest. Red marks placed there for everyone to see, well no one would even be able to see them as long as Chaewon can do something about them. These are for her eyes only and no one else's.

"You would love for her to take you right there right? To fuck you right in front of everyone to see? Well not on my watch that's for sure, this body of yours belongs to me and only I can fuck you" She went even lower until she was face to face with your clothed clit, she bit on your panties before pulling them slowly down. Then she started kissing her way over to your clit, marking your thighs over and over again. When she got back where she was before she spitted on your pussy before slapping it. You moaned at the painful but pleasant feeling. Chaewon's dark chuckle send shivers down your spine as her eyes observed you.

"If you want to act like a slut then you will be treated like one too" Then she slammed two of her fingers inside you, not caring if it hurt or not. That's what you got for making her mad and now you had to endure it and wait for her to calm down. She pumped them in and out of you, your moans filled the room followed by the wet sounds of your pussy. No matter what, you enjoyed it and you couldn't deny it, Chaewon wouldn't believe it especially not after seeing how wet you were right now. Right before you could recah your climax Chaewon's fingers pulled out of you, leaving you desperately chasing them.

Chaewon stood up and walked over to your drawer, pulling out her favorite strap. The one she always used to punish you. She put it on before coming back to you and pushing you more on bed "Let's see how big of a whore you're going to be now. Shall we?" She smirked at you before aligning it with your entrance and pushing in. She didn't gave you time to get used to it, instead she started pumping in and out of you at an incredible speed. Your eyes closed shut as you moaned at the feeling, you felt like you were being destroyed but that's exacly what you wanted. You were a whore just like Chaewon said after all and now she had to make sure that you knew your place.

She continued pumping the cock in and out of you and just when you were about to cum, she pulled out again. Tears brimmed your eyes at another lost orgasm, your girlfriend only laughed at your state before kissing your tears away "Bad girls don't get to cum baby, maybe if you behave then next time I'll let you come huh?" Nodding weakly you let Chaewon clean up the mess before getting in bed with you, pulling you close and holding you until you were sleeping in her arms.

Now that she teached you your lesson, taking care of Heejin was next. She couldn't just let her get away with looking at what's hers after all.

#vex writes #le sserafim x reader #le sserafim reactions #iz*one x reader #izone x reader #iz*one reactions #izone reactions #kim chaewon x reader #kim chaewon #kim chaewon smut #le sserafim smut #smut

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cassandrasimplex · 6 months

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Listen, when I say, as an abuse survivor, that Astarion's storyline is written with care, delicacy, and profound understanding: Since I completed it a few days ago, which I found incredibly cathartic and fulfilling due to points of commonality with the nature and causes of my CPTSD, I've been sleeping 7-8 hours a night straight through (instead of 3-5 at a time), my resting heart rate has dropped almost 10 beats per minute, I've had zero nightmares (based not just on what I remember but also on how much I move and talk in my sleep), and my fitness tracker wants to know what I've been doing different lately and whether I can keep it up.

I don't expect this change to be permanent or even long-lasting, but not even months of therapy at a time have ever had a positive effect so strong my tracker picked up on it. Not even when I was in crisis mode and only able to sleep 2 or 3 hours a day was therapy able to improve my sleep and my well-being so immediately. Astarion's storyline from finding Cazador's prisoners to the final confrontation, which took me a bit over an hour, did. If you want to count all the narrative build-up to that climax that gave it meaning, call it six weeks' investment for such a dramatic improvement.

The idea that trauma-aware roleplay can help people with PTSD and especially CPTSD find short-term peace and even a long-term improvement in overall functioning and mental health isn't new to me. I stumbled across it on my own, unguided, 30+ years ago. It's a bit newer to most therapists, but it's an approach used in experiential therapy and some related strategies and had been studied for much longer before its incorporation in such toolkits. But BG3 isn't being sold as therapy; it's being sold as a fun video game to play in one's free time.

The thing about CPTSD and recovery from abuse in general is that you have to practice new ways of reacting to the world. Therapies like cognitive behavior therapy focus on helping the patient replace old, maladaptive patterns of thinking that helped them survive a traumatic situation but hinder functioning in safer environments with intentionally-created ones that would have been too dangerous to practice in the traumatic environment but are healthier and more supportive outside it. These patterns have to be practiced, though; it's not enough to just correct yourself once with a more affirming statement and wait for results. You have to do it over and over until it becomes your new default. And results matter. If practicing the new behavior or thought results in the kind of negative outcome it would have prompted in the original abusive situation, the effect is that the old, maladaptive pattern is reinforced instead: "See? I knew acting that way would be too dangerous. I knew thinking that way would just be lying to myself. I already know what's best. The way I've always behaved in order to survive is what serves to keep me safe."

Which is why Astarion's storyline is both so effective and so astonishingly well done. Over and over, you get the chance to reassure him that your friendship is not merely a set of opportunistic transactions, that you don't want to control him, that you see him as a person rather than a puppet or a tool, that he can refuse to manage your feelings for you or even outright hurt your feelings without being "punished" for it. You can comment out loud to him when you catch him being manipulative and tell him that's not how your friendship works while still accepting and supporting him as a person, as a friend. You can make your friendship with him an environment completely opposite in nature to his relationship with his abuser. You can teach him -- and, if you need it, yourself -- what a safe environment looks like. And you can teach him that his abuser's behavior was successful in an environment created specifically to reserve all power for the abuser, but doesn't serve as well outside that situation, to encourage him to find healthier ways of dealing with the world than the ones that were modelled for him within that trauma. (Am I projecting? Of course I'm projecting; that's precisely what makes roleplay such an effective tool. It's a natural human tendency that can be used to advantage.)

And somewhere in your psyche, if you're a person who needs to hear all that as much as Astarion does, your mind is taking note: "How I thought the whole world works was wrong. Only that one little part of the world worked that way. The world is much bigger than the limited environment that hurt me. There are better ways to live and be." The parts of the brain where trauma plants its deepest roots can't tell the difference between play and reality, between past and present. They can't tell the difference between "I can make a safer environment for this person in front of me" and "I can go back in time and make a safer environment for the person I used to be." (That's why so many abuse survivors feel compelled to help other abuse survivors -- empathy, yes, and identification, but on a deeper level than that; we try to become the person who never showed up to help us.)

And if "this person in front of me" happens to be a fictional character, well, it can't really tell the difference between fiction and reality either -- especially when the fiction has a visible face and an audible voice and convincing expression in both.

I'm not in the slightest saying, "Go out and buy BG3 to fix yourself!" because using roleplay as therapy is far too highly personal and variable to expect consistent results from a script. There might be people whose trauma is reinforced by the same things that spoke so soothingly to mine. Larian is a video game company, not a therapist. But I can't get over the way a video game company for fuck's sake has created such a sensitive, tender, supportive story that it can even accidentally function this way. They didn't have to go so hard. They didn't have to lean so far into empathy. They didn't have to bring so much realism into it. They could have just told an interesting story. They did tell an interesting story -- but someone here decided they needed to tell it so well, so powerfully, that they were going to need to know exactly what living through events like those would do to a person, and how a friend would have to act to support that person in working toward happiness and health.

Well fucking done, Larian. Extremely well fucking done.

And although I can't reasonably expect the current effects to last, I can carry something lasting from here on; I can add "What would I say to Astarion right now?" to the list of questions I ask myself when triggered, when I realize I'm experiencing an implicit flashback. What would I say to Astarion? What would I say to a friend? What would I say to someone I care about who's been through the same things I have? What would I say to myself if I thought I deserved to be happy and free?

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate 3 spoilers #astarion #astarion ancunin #Larian #ptsd #complex ptsd #cptsd #child abuse #abuse survivor

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hi can you please do sae, karasu, and isagi nsfw hcs?

Listen, you could consider what I wrote Isagi slander, but I know there are a bunch of people out there who'd be into it. Like, dude seems too average to actually be normal. "Oh my type is someone with a nice laugh and beautiful smile", suuuure, go off you sword art online looking motherfucker.

Karasu Tabito

⟳ Looks like a dom, is probably a switch - but ends up not having a lot of luck in finding a chance to be a sub. So if you can do it, I bet he'd love to be bossed around a little, so he can let go for a bit. Would probably like to be edged and have you control when you get he can cum.

⟳ As a dom, though, he can be a bit mean, likes teasing you and bossing you around. Will probably love edging you too, only letting you orgasm when he has you whimpering, crying and begging him to. Probably not very much into brats, prefers a sub who is eager to please.

⟳ As per the egotist bible, he has a voice kink (this manga continues to be strangely horny). Probably gets excited if you send him audios, you could be talking about anything, doesn't matter, he really can't help it. Obviously, he likes to hear your voice when you are fucking, so if you aren't one to talk he will make you talk. He is gonna talk to you, ask you things, and demand an answer.

⟳ For that same reason he prefers giving oral rather than receiving. When he is receiving he can't really hear you, so he is cut off from one of the things he finds the hottest. But on the other hand, he will love to spend a lifetime between your legs just to hear all the sounds you can make. He is very good at it too, but he will take the edging to almost a torture, only letting you cum when you are crying and begging.

⟳ Not against bondage or ropes but not big on them either, he is far more into seeing you struggle to keep yourself restrained when he tells you to. He's gonna tell you to keep your hands behind your back and you gonna have to do it or else he stops. Gonna tell you to keep your legs still and you gonna have to do it, or else you are getting edged for longer - call it an exercise in self control.

⟳ He likes people watching so he prefers fucking you either in front of a mirror or while facing you. He wants to see your every reaction, as well as hearing them. Be it missionary or mating press, he won't take his eyes off of you. Loves fucking in front of the mirror, even if he has you sitting on his lap and facing him, cause that way he can see both angles.

⟳ Dick is long but not really thick, curved upwards nicely, and not really veiny, just a couple thicker veins showing. He is shaved clean, and definetly a shower.

Itoshi Sae

⟳ This guy took a quick liking to Shidou, so those dead eyes are def hiding something. Maybe not the highest sex drive of all, he is pretty controlled, but for sure kinky - and mean. Also seems like the kind of guy to be into someone who'd already be kinky by themselves, no time to be teaching.

⟳ A mean dom, of sorts, he is fair always, but isn't afraid to punish someone. Will reward you if you please him, he isn't one to change his word just to amuse himself, if you obey he will give what he promised. Though, if you behave like a brat, you get treated like one. The punishment is always fitting to the transgression, can tolerate mistakes and mishaps, but not willful misbehavior.

⟳ Not really vocal, mostly silent actually. Will start grunting and groaning when he gets closer to orgasm but really he is mostly quiet. Sure, that is aside from satisfied hums when you behave and disappointed huffs when you don't. Also he's really hard to read unless he is close to cumming.

⟳ Tailors what he is gonna do with you depending on what you like and how well you behave, he is pretty flexible on that. Likes to tease you by using the things you like most as a carrot on a stick type of deal - you get it if you behave, you don't of you misbehave. Not fast and easy with praises but he has no problems in praising someone when they earn it.

⟳ Very much into hair pulling, gagging and having you ride him. Prefers receiving oral to giving - will make you swallow. Likes choking, not even necessarily hard enough to restrict airflow, just really likes the possessiveness of having his hand around your throat.

⟳ Not much above average in length, but thick enough to leave you felling full. He is veiny, curved upwards and has a small head, which makes it look bigger. Not shaved, but trimmed.

Isagi Yoichi

⟳ Perv. Have you ever seen someone who looked too normal, almost bland, like a piece of bread, not bad but not noticeable, tho you felt there was something deeply off with them? It's him. He is too normal, which of course hides something not normal. (Alexa, play Creep by Radiohead)

⟳ The underwear stealer type of perv. Actually, any of your clothes within range of his hands is not safe. The jerking off in the bathroom while he can hear you talk in the other room type of perv. The watching his neighbor through the window with binoculars type of perv. He gets horny and his morals suddenly take a nosedive.

⟳ Not a dom, not a sub, just a desperate pervert. If you pull up with the attitude to whip him into place he will gladly lick the floor you walk on, will cum in his pants while you pull him on a leash. He is gonna be eager to please, if anything a bit too eager, kinda like a dog in a rut.

⟳ Now, if you let him be in charge, well, he is still a dog in a rut - just as eager to please but not good at controlling himself. It's not all bad, he is a pleasure dom, sort of. He wants you to feel good, very much so, and while he is still fucking you, he will continue working to bring you to an orgasm. Even if you've orgasmed already like four or five times before.

⟳ Both vocal and loud, grunting, groaning, moaning, talking, whatever. He tries not to be loud but loses the notion of how loud he is halfway through. I say either shut him up or live in a house, else the noise complaint is coming. Though, sometimes he will grow silent, but that's cause he wants to listen to the noises your bodies make while you fuck.

⟳ Underwear sniffer, if you are dating he is gonna steal one - probably more - of your panties for when he has to travel. Gotta be used. And he has a preference, generally goes for whatever you find more comfortable - cause then it's seen more use. Also if he ever calls you during a trip there is the very real chance he is jerking off while on call.

⟳ His favorite position is gonna be whichever has your bodies the closest, he actually likes the feeling of you both sweating while fucking. Has no qualms about licking and sucking in your skin when you are like that. As a dom he loves positions that leave you open and vulnerable to him - may have a bit of an intox kink, kinda into dubcon.

⟳ His dick is average, nothing to write home about, not bad but not exceptional. It has a nice curve upwards tho, that gives it a bit more of a kick, he isn't veiny, mostly pretty smooth, it's not bad. He tens to just be trimmed, but would fully shave if asked to do it.

Nonnie, whoever you are, whevere you are, I hope you liked this. Cause you managed to ask for two characters I have a hard time getting into (Isagi and Sae) and I did my very best. Actually, I like Sae a lot more now, so thank you for that one.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #karasu tabito x reader #To me Isagi looks like your everyman harem protag except his harem is all yaoi

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Ok, ok, HEAR ME OUT-

How about lmk Monkeifam and Bullfam with a Y/N who isn't afraid to throw hands —

Like i mean in a response to trauma or manipulation, becouse i fell it isn't explore enough in this situation -

Sure, your loved that you belived was a friend trapped /kidnapped/gaslight you is heartbreaking and of course you are gonna be sad and more incline to behave butttt-

There is always the other way of absolute rage that comes in once you realized you have been trapped/kidnapped /gaslight ecc- like i don't care anymore, i wanna throw hands, those people are death to me.(even thought this isn't the smarter choice considering the strenght of some of the people here) like them breaking Y/N down so they can comfort them to manipulate them, but then unsurprisingly the get the biggest smack/punch of their life . Just- wow the audacity.

Throwing Hands

Bullfam & Monkiefam

“…is this some sort of pathetic attempt at ‘rebellion’, Y/N? I am not impressed.”

Your hands straight bounce. Like punching a bag of wet cement, the Demon Bull King’s skin just shifts around under your fists, never breaking or bruising. You only shatter yourself against it, leaving you worn and looking foolish.

He might not even punish you, given that it’s likely that you break a wrist on impact.

“Now, look what you’ve done to yourself, foolish child. Did you truly think your mortal flesh could stand a demon king’s might? Well, now you know better.”

You lost your temper and struck him. Immediately, you learn better than to do that ever again, and he considers it lesson enough.

Surprisingly merciful, all things considered. (Partially because he finds it somewhat funny.)

I once said in my yandere alphabet that: “Red Son doesn’t want to waste his time doing something like caning or whipping you”. And though I think that viewpoint is usually true…

This changes that. It’s maybe the only situation where he would actively engage in any form of normalized torture “corporal punishment”.

Being physically attacked switches Red from ‘mildly reasonable, if a bit hair-trigger’ to ‘vicious and cruel’. Through brute force alone does he wrestle you into submission, binding your arms behind your back with a pair of metal cuffs.

He tosses you onto the nearest bed and couch before burning the lower half of your clothing off. He then takes up a thin metal rod to utilize in “disciplining” you, sharply lashing it down against your now unprotected skin. He’ll leave puffy, bleeding welts from the top of your rear to the bottom of your thighs, ensuring that you won’t even be able to think about walking for at least a week.

Problem is that not only does it not solve the problem of you being scared and angry, it also just… makes him feel bad afterwards. It breaks him, seeing you weep brokenly over his bed. Blood sluggishly trickles from the skin he’s lashed open, and you scream your lungs out into the sheets as you try to adjust to the pain.

And then he “has to” (wants to, in truth) settle in for some awkward form of aftercare, offering lotion and bandages. When you don’t accept, he forces you to drink a cup of honeyed tea loaded with sedatives because you won’t stop shrieking.

Antiseptic while you’re asleep, a few stitches here and there, then the lotion and bandages he tried earlier. And then a few cautious back rubs, trying to calm your fitful slumber.

“Gods, Y/N… what have I done to you? I… I was just… I was… no, I… I’m sorry.”

An outright dodge. Princess Iron Fan has no time for your nonsense. For trying, she’ll lock you into whatever room has been set aside for you, barring the door with powerful magic.

One shallowly-filled bowl of food every two days, adding just a little bit more to it each day. One ceramic cup of room temperature water every four hours. A change of clothes every three days. Instead of brute force, Iron Fan teaches you through deprivation.

After a month of this, she might see fit you allow you back out of your room, letting you mingle with the family you have been forced to adopt.

After writing her a letter of apology, of course. Two pages. Pray you have the mind to keep your pencil steady.

So very many tears to deal with, probably on both ends. MK knows that he’s doing isn’t all that great, sure… but it’s because he loves you!

Can’t you love him back, please? Ok, he’s been manipulating you! Maybe he’s been driving some friends away! Maybe he’s sent a few clones to tail you around the city! But, please, please- you can’t stop loving him! He just can’t risk having you hurt!

“Please, Y/N! You don’t understand! I’m just trying to keep you safe! You can hit me again, hit me as many times as you want! Just- please, Y/N… I need you. Please…”

His last resort is stuffing you in Shuilian Cave, given that you can’t escape with his or Sun Wukong’s help. Maybe a few ropes to keep you in place. He’ll cry with each knot tied, begging you not to hate him.

Sun Wukong tanks your punch and gives your head a little pat, frowning at the display. “Sorry, bud. Trust me, I know I’m not exactly the good guy here. Go ahead and let it out. I… kinda deserve it, huh?”

The Great Sage knows you have every reason to be upset. Really, you do. All there’s only so much waylaying of emotions to be done, unfortunately. You were going to crack eventually.

He stands firmly in place, one hand rubbing your back while you break your fists against his body, watching you scream and cry. The man is just… unsurprised? He’s starting to realize that he messes up a lot of things.. So just letting you whale on him seems fair, gently trying to shush your angry tears while your skin grinds to bloody pulp against his shredded abdomen.

“How about I make us some tea,” he offers afterwards, surveying your destroyed hands. “And I’ll patch you up. Then… I think you’ve earned yourself an early bedtime for the rest of the week, bud.”

“Oh, kiddo. Do you know what “screwing up” is? After this, they’re gonna put your picture in the dictionary as an example.”

Macaque does not tolerate having hands laid on him. Not by friends, not by enemies. And certainly not by his little student, who is supposed to be wide-eyed and placid, in awe of his every move and strike.

You are supposed to be sweet and respectful. You are supposed to be kind and loving.

And he’s sure that with a little bit of “training”, he’ll get you back to that disposition.

He’ll snap his fingers with an angry snarl, shadows springing all around you like cold wires. You are gagged with a cold ebon muzzle, both your hands locked inside a cuff of swirling black and purple. You want to act like an animal? Macaque will chain you to the wall by your new muzzle and treat you like an animal.

Maybe a few days spent so on a chain so short you can’t lay down will teach you better than to raise a hand against “the only person who even loves you, Y/N!” ever again.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Demon Bull King #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Yandere MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #TW: Abuse #TW: Physical Abuse #Macaque’s final section is a reference to how ‘pet’ and ‘circus’ monkeys are taught to stand up

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The Big Guide to Humans: Religion

Like many sapient species, humans have religion: beliefs in how their species first came to be, how they should behave, and what, if anything, to expect after death.

However, like languages, humans have thousands of these, some of which are very different from each other and some of which are nearly indistinguishable.

Broadly speaking, Terran religions can be divided 2 ways: - Number of deities: Zero, one, or several. (Most Terran religions have insisted that their god/s are not just the correct ones to worship, but also the only gods that exist. This is shifting somewhat.) - What happens at death: Nothingness, an eternal reward (or punishment) for the actions of one's soul (an animating essence of sapients), or the re-birth of the soul into another body (with difficult lives serving as punishments). Some combine these last two, with rebirth occurring until the soul is ready for its eternal reward.

"Zero deities" includes atheism, that is, believing only in what can be determined by science, with no belief in a soul. It also includes religions that don't focus on the creation of the world but rather on the purpose of one's actions.

"One deity" includes the most common and culturally powerful religions (this is including several minutely different sects of a few different religions). These have a single, all-powerful god that created the entire universe with humans as his master work. Since the discovery of life beyond Terra, sects have divided further over how to fit non-human sapients into their beliefs. Some sects actually insist their religious teachings do not allow for non-human sapients, at all, and we must be the disguised evil forces of their god's opponent. Luckily, and unsurprisingly, you will not encounter these sects' adherents outside of their home planet. Because these religions have been so widespread for so long, many people who no longer follow the beliefs, or perhaps never did, may still set their calendar by the religious holidays and possibly hold celebrations anyway. There are other, unrelated one-deity religions as well, though none remotely as widespread.

Religions featuring multiple gods have fewer practitioners (though some are still among the largest of Terran religions), but more variety. Some have powerful gods of large domains (e.g. of life or death, of oceans), some have very small gods or spirits of protecting single homes and occupying individual plant specimens, and everything in between. Some also worship deceased ancestors, either specifically by name or in a general sense.

Also common is for a human to have beliefs while not considering themselves a member of any particular codified religion. Or, they may consider themselves a member, while holding beliefs that run directly counter to those of their professed religion. For example: Some manner of belief in spirits or small gods seems common among humans*, even among those who would say they only believe in science or they believe in a single god of everything. While a person who acknowledges believing in multiple gods may make a ritualized offering to a river spirit to ask for safe water passage, for example, a person who insists they do not believe in spirits may still pour a heap of Fruity Pebbles (not fruit or rocks, a sort of breakfast candy, see diet) onto a malfunctioning machine to appease the spirit within.**

If a human's religion prevents or requires certain actions, they will tell you when it is relevant: that they need to wake up early for religious observances, that they can't join you for a meal because they are temporarily not-eating for religious reasons, etc. Some humans are very comfortable talking about their beliefs, others may consider them private. Some humans may be delighted to tell you about their religion because it encourages conversions; you are not required to convert if they ask you to and even other humans will find them rude to insist. Some humans may be curious about your beliefs, and some humans have even converted to religions of other species.

*These beliefs, mixed with human propensity toward empathy, are perhaps the source of "stabby the space roomba"-type incidents; see pets and human hive mind debate.

**This is an actual example experienced by one of our editors. The human was annoyed when the candy was removed and was further annoyed when asked why they were bothered if they did not believe the engine had a spirit.

#addie writes #big guide to humans #humans are space orcs #religion #Source for claim that some sects think aliens would be demons: 3 years of fundamentalist private school

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