When you find a fault in yourself it will hurt, briefly, but if you keep going and acknowledge the fault, you are likely to be rewarded with a flash of pleasure that is mixed, oddly, with a hint of pride. It is the pleasure of taking responsibility for your own behavior. It is the feeling of honor.
Jonathan Haidt "The Happiness Hypothesis"
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sub!leon x fem-ish!reader, no pronouns mentioned, pegging, lots of dumbification, light objectification, doggy with the girl on top!!
re4r!leon is not really a sexual guy. he masturbates every once and a while, cuz like, he’s still a young guy. doesn’t get off to anything specific, maybe thinking about his partner and sweet and pretty you are. overall, low sex drive mostly because he’s too busy, too stressed, too tired, etc. seriously at this time in his life the only way you’re having sex with ur man is if you initiate.
leon’s a sucker. especially for you. of course he’s gonna say yes, but it doesn’t even cross his mind until you’re feeling up on him, telling him that he seems tense, offering to rub his shoulders for him.
“you don’t gotta go out of your way to do that, it’s o- oh, oh that’s good.” he moans, closing his eyes tightly at your touch. it’s maybe a little too forceful but the tension melts from his body just too easily because of you.
“thank you,” he whispers lowly, obviously having needed that. you smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you ponder what you want to do to him now. you tell him that he doesn’t need to thank you, but he grows a little bit curious after a moment of silence. he asks, “what’s on your mind?”
“… i think i want to fuck you stupid,” you breathe, giggling, laughing at your own bluntness. his jaw drops slightly, shocked as well. he clears his throat nervously, and you reach your hand to his neck, placing your fingers on the side and stroking his cheek with your thumb, “only if you’d let me, but… how am i supposed to make that tension really go away if you can still think..?”
“i-i… really? you’re… you’re gonna do that?”
“i don’t want you to feel stressed. i’ll make it so you can’t be,” you say, smirking as you get to watch him giving in in real time, “how does that sound?”
he pauses, then nods, unable to come up with much else, “please…”
minutes later, he’s on his hands and knees, getting fucked doggy style, your cock up pounding into his ass like tomorrow won’t ever come. he’s lost all composure, like he always does during doggy.
he’s not even sure why, but there’s something about this position that just makes him feel even more submissive to you. maybe it’s that it’s a little humiliating? even still, your cock is making him feel so much pleasure that he doesn’t have enough of his mind left to care about something so silly.
“keep letting go of all those thoughts, no more thinking about the horrible, ugly past. nothing you can do, sweetheart,” you whisper in his ear, making him shiver as you hold his waist, fucking him helplessly. he’s pathetic for giving out so easily, but you’re telling him not to think, so he’s not gonna. he’ll be good and obedient and stupid if that’s what you want from him.
he catches drool dripping down his chin, wipes it before you have a chance to notice it drip onto the pillow. you notice, but you don’t mention it as a curtesy. you didn’t want to hurt his ego too bad.
his eyes roll back, his breathing is shaky, and if you tried to ask him something, anything, god he could try as hard as he wanted but he wouldn’t be able to respond. he just moans softly and tears prick at his eyes. he feels stupid.
he just gets so dumb, so easy, so pliant when you’re on top of him, pushing him down, holding him down and kissing his shoulder. you urge him to forget the hellscape that is his life, why wouldn’t he oblige?
he accepts that he’s not supposed to remember anything about the past six years of his life, that all he’s supposed to know how to do is moan and cry and whimper for you. that’s all you ask of him, and it’s so much easier than having to be the government’s puppet. he’s so tired of having to think, of having a job that requires him to be sharp and clever and composed.
he’s done it for so long, and he’s so tired, his body is exhausted, his mind is worn out, and he just needs to be treated like an absolute fucktoy to cope. he doesn’t have to make a single decision when you’re in charge, you just do whatever you please to him until you’re satisfied, and it’s perfect. he doesn’t have any responsibility, not expected to do a single thing. all he’s gotta do is let his mind melt away until he is truly just a sex toy.
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How I wish Stede and Ed will reunite in season 2.
Ed will fight Stede in a boat attack, after Stede reassembles the crew and climb aboard the Revenge. At first, Ed will try to keep his Blackbeard persona, but he will get too heartbroken and rush to the captain's quarters. Stede will be confused and heart-shaken, too and will rush after him. And he will find Ed in the secret closet that only he and Stede knows about...Ed will look at Stede with quivering lips and try to escape, But Stede, resolved not to loose him, again, will pull Ed Towards and gives him a tight hug...And when Ed tries to free himself, Stede will give him a powerful kiss...That will slow his struggles to a halt and make him shed tears...
Just like in Romeo X Juliet, episode 7.
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