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messiahzzz · 5 months

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thank you sm for the ask!! 💕 i’m glad you enjoy my posts and it is not a strange request by any means!

note: this is merely my read on gale’s sexual preferences/kinks. i don’t want to police anyone on their headcanons or claim they are “incorrect”. since the game doesn’t provide too much detail, many things remain up to interpretation. (and lest we forget fanfiction has always encouraged the exploration of dynamics that may not be present in canon.)

gale is a character who isn’t interested in walking the straight and narrow route. he is all about new experiences, favoring non-traditional means, putting his own spin on things, and the thrill of seeking the forbidden. the sheer romance of the uncharted and the unknown. he is enthusiastic in almost every aspect and possesses an infectious zest for life. in regards to his sexual preferences, this translates into an eagerness to explore, witness new sensations, and reach new heights together. while approaching the topic of sexuality with a generally playful, adventurous attitude.

if you’re looking for harder kinks, however — i don’t believe gale is the character for you. and in case it needs to be said again: there is nothing wrong with being vanilla.

initially, i see gale as a switch, who gravitates more towards assuming a dominant role, due to his ever-present desire to give and to impress. i do think he enjoys giving up control, yet you still have to actively convince him to let himself go and be spoiled for once. his first focus will always be to fulfill his partner's needs and drown them in his all-encompassing love and adoration. i also believe that gale will grow more comfortable with being the center of attention, once their relationship has reached a point of total security (and he had ample opportunities to show in just how many ways he can wow them). gale is not a strict dom, nor a sub. in his ideal relationship roles would be discarded entirely, deeming them too restrictive in his expression of intimacy with a trusted partner. it’s all about variety and ridding oneself of the shackles of the worldly, after all. melting into one perfect whole, not knowing where he ends and his partner begins.

gale: we are all sensual vessels. illusory magic lets us sail farther, and feel more deeply.

gale: [..] i could use the weave to make us feel sensations beyond reckoning.

based on what we know about gale, these could be some of his kinks:

lots of praise (this is non-negotiable), sensation/temperature play (waxplay, electrostimulation/all the many perks magic has to offer), sensory deprivation, light restrictions and bondage, the occasional roleplay, katoptronophilia (self-explanatory), altered mental-states (hypnosis, psychedelics), orgasm control & denial, body worship, olfactophilia and given his propensity towards verbosity: narratophilia and some very inventive dirty talk. as for my own self-indulgent take: due to the recurring emphasis on hands during his romance, as well as his being the main tool in how he shapes and navigates the world: quirofilia.

nodecontext: flustered, standing in front of his romance partner in bondage gear. not necessarily uncomfortable with the bondage aspect, just trying to stay focused.

now, what are gale’s hard-limits?

gale, after the player received loviatar's blessing: your hide, your choice. not quite my cup of tea though.

while projecting your own kinks and fantasies onto fictional characters is fine and well, disregarding and ignoring the source material (and the character's stated boundaries) is another matter entirely. fanon!gale is rather ooc and very different from his canon portrayal, which is something that tends to irk me. although this remains a common fandom phenomenon.

personally, i don’t see gale as someone who enjoys pain of any kind, be it giving or receiving (with the exception of spanking and light choking, if a certain mood strikes. although it is kept mostly playful). contrary to what fandom may claim, having self-worth issues, being loquacious, emotionally expressive, and vulnerability-seeking (as well as being commonly perceived as arrogant and insufferable) doesn't automatically equal having repressed masochistic tendencies. he could be convinced to dip a toe into sadism, but only upon his partner’s insistence. although i doubt he himself would find enjoyment in that.

the same applies to degradation/humiliation. i doubt that a character who is still very much struggling with inherent self-worth issues and a general feeling of being defective/not worthy would derive sexual gratification from being degraded. yes, it can certainly be healing for some, but gale doesn’t strike me as someone who would find particular enjoyment in that. quite the contrary, actually. nor would he like to do the degrading for that matter (he would vehemently refuse. all he wants to do is sing your praises.) gale wouldn’t enjoy being leashed and/or collared in any way either. the prospect of being tied up or restricted is rather intriguing, cause it serves to center one’s vulnerability while also allowing for more intense sensations. anything that taps into the puppy play/slave territory tho? he would find it demeaning… and, quite frankly, silly.

gale is also not a voyeur, nor a cuck. the entire scene with the drow twins leans way too much into dub-con territory for my tastes. the only way you can get him to participate at all is by rolling a persuasion check with DC 25. in every other dialogue option, he immediately (and explicitly) declines. even if you do manage to pass the persuasion check, he is still very hesitant about participating.

gale: i might enjoy watching you tangled up with the drow, as long as i was five paces back.

he then immediately runs from the room, because sending a simulacrum in his place was the only way to somewhat remove himself from the situation while still being able to please tav. because of course he wants to please and clearly this is important to tav so he might just… have to discard his reservations and... just go through with it?!

gale: well i suppose it would do no good to back out now. let us begin this little anthropological study, if we must.

i am aware that fandom uses the fact that his “orb lit up in telltale excitement” as a justification that persuading him was the right choice, as well as confirmation that he was secretly into it and “just needed a little push" to explore his desires/get out of his comfort zone. that implication alone is very suspect and goes straight into the sort of logic abusers often use. you can be physically aroused by certain scenes, images, or sounds, even while being visibly uncomfortable with the presented scenario. it is a natural response that you can’t often control. which is what he is showing throughout the entire scene: discomfort. he was coerced into this situation, without any prior discussion or an opportunity to talk about his boundaries. furthermore, this is what he has to say if you approach him after the threesome:

gale: ahem. i hope you're not here to ask about our recent, erm, activities. i'd rather those were consigned to the footnotes of our romance, if it's all the same with you.

since he is strictly monogamous, any arrangement involving another person is also a no. he made this rather clear when tav sought him out after receiving halsin's proposal. him being monogamous isn't solely rooted in his trauma, it isn't something he has to “overcome” in order to heal, nor does it mean that their relationship is any less fulfilling. call him greedy, stubborn, or old-fashioned, but he cannot comfortably agree to that.

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 meta #now what do i even tag this as?#coercion cw #degradation tw #humiliation tw #will have to do some more thinking about the whole “gale has a breeding kink” take #as of now i don't believe that it is a kink nor a squick of his #as long as there's no actual risk of pregnancy involved that is #btw guys i love answering these #if you enjoy reading my long ass posts feel free to clutter my inbox #it speaks

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fruitsoxs · 10 months

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drunk vashwood x reader fic where the three start fooling around with eachother. First it starts where Vash and Reader have to kiss (Wolfwood is the initiator) then the dares get more and more extreme until Reader gets fucked by them. love the idea of being used like a slut by both of them ❤️

so this...is longer than i was planning

pairing; vashwood x (GN AFAB)reader warnings; smut, !NSFW MINORS DNI! , hairpulling, choking, cunnilingus, rough fucking, three way, blowjobs, face fucking, use of the word "slut" , drinking , drunk sex , use of {name} word count; 2.7k notes; uhm...so yeah...i made them a bit tipsy - not super drunk btw. also this setting is totally written to be part of this au

It might have been a bad idea to buy a bunch of flavored vodka to “try” it all out with your roommates. Or maybe it was the best idea you’ve ever had. All you know is that this night will definitely go down in history for you three.

Your reach for the next flavored shot, cheeks red from the alcohol. The movie in the background had been paused a half an hour ago, forgotten due to how much the three of you were talking. You pick up the disposable shot class and press it against your lips. In a second you’ve downed it, the liquid burning your throat. “Peach.” you mumble confidently slamming the glass down.

All three of you are sitting on the floor, you and Vash leaning against the couch behind you while Wolfwood sits with one leg up in front of you. He looks pretty unfazed as far as drinking goes,but you can see a light pink color on his ears. He’s good at hiding it because he’s usually found with a drink in his hand when the three of you decide to venture out. He’s not a party animal by any means, he just can’t get through social situations without being black out drunk. So, he’s probably just hiding it.

It was your idea. Something you saw on some stupid video and decided you wanted to try out with Vash and Wolfwood. The idea was to buy a bunch of flavored vodka and have you three guess what the flavor is every time you take a shot. It’s supposed to be harder the more you drink, but the almost sickly sweet stuff is pretty easy to taste. The only one you struggled with so far is caramel.

“This game is boring.” Wolfwood hums, leaning forward to rest his chin on his knee. “Well sorry for trying to have a fun Saturday.” You pout flipping him off. “Any better ideas?” You challenge him. He grins, and you suddenly have a feeling that was not the right move to make. He looks much too happy. “I can think of a few.” He sits up and turns to Vash. “Hey blondie, truth or dare or whatever-” He asks. Vash’s eyes widen at the and he stutters out a hesitant “Truth.”

“Boring.” Wolfwood groans.

“Let him live Nico!” you chide shaking your head. You pat Vash’s arm and he smiles over at you in appreciation.

Wolfwood sighs and shrugs. “Fine.” he looks like he’s deep in thought as he mulls over his options. His lips lift into a knowing smile at Vash. “What was your first time having sex like?” he asks and Vash turns bright red. “That’s not fair you know about that!” the blonde exclaims. Wolfwood just laughs and motions for him to go on. “If you don’t say it you have to drink.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “When was that a rule?” you ask the room, clearly confused. “I just made it one.” is all Wolfwood says. Vash sighs and rubs his embarrassed face before speaking. “Okay so- It was my first time at a college party. I had never …. You know… and this girl asked me back to her dorm. I thought she was cute, so I went with her. And I uh finished just from her touching me.” He tells the story with a wince. “But that was a long time ago! I’ve improved so much more since then.” He tells you while you laugh.

“Hell yeah you have.” Wolfwood winks, eyes burning into Vash’s. The comment has you shuffling in your seat (or lack thereof) awkwardly. You know that those two definitely have a relationship that’s more than what you can see, but they’ve never really explicitly talked about it in front of you. Maybe they don’t want you to feel left out? Then again, they’ve been a lot more handsy with you lately. Maybe you’re being invited into the mix?

Or you’re just living a fantasy. Who wouldn’t want to be with those two? You knew the moment you moved that it would be difficult to not fall in love with these two idiots. They’re so attractive, and somehow the sweetest people you have ever met (despite how tough and nonchalant Wolfwood likes to act). So yeah, you kind of want to kiss them both. Really bad.

The conversation moves forward when Vash turns to you. “Hey, truth or dare.” You think for a second, but ultimately land on “Dare.” Vash looks like he wasn’t expecting that and sighs. “I’m bad with dares. Ummm..” he thinks for a few minutes while Wolfwood taps his fingers against the ground impatiently. “Go ask for some sugar from door 111.” Vash finally dares and you give him The look. “Vash, it’s 12 am.” you point out, but the man only smiles.

The guy in apartment 111 has been a thorn in your side for a couple months now. Not only does he never stop talking when he sees you, but he’s been trying to get you to go to dinner with him since you moved in. He just doesn’t know how to take a hint. He’s probably not awake, but if he is you can’t imagine how long you’d be stuck out there. So, instead, you grab one of the bottles of vodka and take a swig.

Vash pouts and lets out a small boo while Wolfwood laughs.

From then on the dares and truth continue. The three of you have fun baring your secrets and doing silly things for one another. Wolfwood takes off his shirt per your request (you love his tits okay?) Vash texts his brother a stupid pun that is immediately met with a “I can’t deal with your shit right now, Vash” text. You tell them about your first time. The activity is a lot more fun than what you had planned, and it seems to just keep getting wilder.

Until it comes back to Wolfwood and Vash. The moment Vash says “dare” Wolfwood’s eyes light up with mischief, and he leans back on the floor resting his palms flat against the carpet. “I dare you to kiss {Name}.” and the room goes quiet. You laugh a bit at the awkwardness, expecting Vash to take a drink. He doesn’t. Instead he turns to you, and slowly dives in. He gives you plenty of time to move away if you want, but you don't.

Soon his lips press against yours, and the sickly flavor of the alcohol is all you can taste on his lips. He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close as he moves his lips against yours. You can’t help but keep the kiss going, finally getting what you always wanted. It’s a sloppy kiss, but it feels incredible. When the two of you finally pull away, he’s smiling.

You don’t even realize Wolfwood has moved closer until he speaks. “Shit.” His cheeks are a little pink, and he’s smiling at the two of you. Vash squeezes your waist and sits back. I dare you to kiss them too” You try to stutter out the fact that he hadn’t even been asked ‘truth or dare’, but Wolfwood’s lips are on yours before you can get a word out.

His kiss is more demanding. He grabs onto you and lifts you into his lap so you’re straddling him, forcing your lips together with a soft grunt. Lips taking over yours, as he licks and nibbles at your bottom lip. You let out a gasp and his tongue is in your mouth before you can even think. He twirls his tongue around yours before slowly pulling away.

You’re dazed, and a bit confused by the suddenness of their actions. The dares continue though, giving you no time to really think over what’s happening. “I dare you to take off their shirt.” Wolfwood mumbles, his lips resting against your neck softly. Vash acts immediately, lifting the fabric over your head from behind you. His lips trail across your shoulders, pressing tenderly against the skin. Your eyes are wide, your face red, and breathing hard. You’re having trouble keeping up with what’s still going on. Vash’s light touch completely contradicts Wolfwood’s harsh grip on your hips as he bites at your ear. You think It’s technically vash’s turn to dare, but the two have seen to completely forgotten about that as Vash unhooks your bra. Wolfwood reaches a hand up and slides the thin fabric the rest of the way down, his eyes on your chest. He smiles and trails a hand up your stomach before grabbing ahold of on of your breasts and squeezing.

You let out a soft moan and rest your head back against Vash’s shoulder. Vash smiles and tilts his head to kiss your cheek. “So good for us.” he whispers before pulling you into another kiss. As Vash kisses you, Wolfwood continues to play with your breasts. Squeezing, rubbing, and pinching. It draws out the sweetest sounds from your throat. He eventually takes a nipple in between his lips, and you have to pull away from Vash to look at the new feeling.

Your legs squeeze around Wolfwood, and you already know you’re dripping wet.

Wolfwood grins around your nipple, and bites down gently before pulling away. His hand slides down to the line of your shorts, before going further down to trace against your clothed pussy. Your breath hitches and your hips jerk up. He holds you down and lets out a husky laugh that travels straight down your body. He’s so hot it’s unfair.

“So excited already. I bet you’ve been waiting for this huh?” he asks as Vash kisses your neck. “Don’t tease them.” Vash mumbles against your skin. Wolfwood eyebrow raises. And he shakes his head. “Fine. Then I dare you to eat em out.” he then snatches you away from Vash, directs you so your back is against his chest, and your legs are spread open.

Vash turns a bit red, but he looks happy to do as he was asked. He carefully slips your pants off, and smiles as his hands trail back up your legs. His fingers ghost over your cunt, the barrier of your underwear still there. “Soaking through…” he coos, and leans down hooking one arm under your thigh. He presses his face against your pussy, and licks the folds through your underwear softly. Your hips try to buck up again, but he holds you down with the arm wrapped around your leg. He slowly works his tongue up to your clit, and draws circles around it. All the while, Wolfwood is lazily squeezing your breasts as he watches Vash destroy you. You are desperate for more friction, finding that the underwear is too heavy of a barrier. You cry out a moan. “Take them off.” you beg.

Wolfwood laughs and slips a hand under your shin, lifting your head up so his lips can connect with yours. He kisses you roughly, shoving his tongue down your throat as Vash continues to tease your pussy. When Wolfwood pulls away he’s got a devious little smile. “I don’t think it was your turn to dare us sweetheart.” he points out. His next words make you sigh in relief. “But I think we can let it slide this once.”

Vash pulls your underwear to the side, and finally his lips connect with your pussy. He lets out a moan as he slides his tongue between your folds, licking up your wetness. “So good.” He hums as he works his tongue along your vagina. He finally starts licking and sucking at your clit, and you find yourself moaning and reaching down to grab at him.

Wolfwood’s hands are back on your breast as he whispers praise into your ear. Together, the two work to draw out your first orgasm of the night. Vash’s tongue is insanely talented, and Wolfwood’s voice just does wonders for you. Your body shakes as you near your climax. “I-I’m close.” you moan out, and Vash continues at his deadly pace. “Good. Cum for us sweetheart.” Wolfwood whispers, and you come undone. Vash works you through your orgasm, lapping up all the juices.

Vash takes his face away just in time for Wolfwood to flip you over onto your hands and knees. Your face is now pressed onto his jeans that are dripping with precum. He Runs a hand through your hair, and grips tightly. You get the message and start hurriedly undoing his tight pants. Behind you, you can hear Vash struggling to do the same to himself.

You manage to undo Wolfwood’s zipper, and he rises to his knees so you can rip his bottoms off. His dick springs out, and you have to hold yourself back from gasping. It’s thick. You mumble something along the lines of “Jesus” and Wolfwood laughs. “There’s no Jesus here.” he grips your head and pulls you forward so your mouth lines up with his cock. You part your lips and stick your tongue out, which earns a soft grunt as he thrusts it into your mouth. You choke and moan at the feeling, running your tongue along his member the best you can as you bob your head back and forth.

Behind you, you feel two fingers probing at your entrance, the slide in and out making you squeeze your eyes shut. The work you open and then pull out, leaving you feeling empty. They are quickly replaced by something much bigger at your entrance. Your eyes widen, and you try to pull away from Wolfwood. His grip tightens though, and he keeps your mouth wrapped around him as Vash slowly slides himself inside you. You choke and cry out around the tip of Wolfwood’s cock as Vash bottoms out. The two sit there for a moment, getting you use to the feeling before finally Vash begins to move.

As Vash slams his hips against your ass, you let out a moan which makes your throat squeeze around Wolfwood’s dick. He groans and begins to full on face fuck you, holding your head in place as his hips snap against your mouth. The two fuck you senseless, sinful noises echoing through the apartment.

Vash doesn’t speak, but he whines and moans each time he thrusts into you. Wolfwood, on the other hand, lets you know exactly what he’s feeling and thinking.

“Such a good little slut.” he groans, slamming his dick into your mouth. “Letting us use you like this.” He grips onto your hair a bit tighter. “Your mouth is heavenly. I bet your pussy feels even better though.” You look up at him, and he can’t help but moan when your eyes meet his. “How do they feel, Vash?” he asks looking over to watch as Vash fucks you from behind.

“So-So good.” Vash responds, barely able to speak.

You feel so full. They both move in and out at the same speed, making sure that no matter what you are stuffed with one of their dicks. It’s amazingly good, and your body can only handle so much. Your orgasm starts to build as you clench around Vash. You’re almost crying around Wolfwood’s dick at this point.

“She’s close.” Vash mumbles and Wolfwood nods. “I can tell.” He smiles down at you and grips your hair tight again. “You gonna cum sweetheart? Cum like the little slut you are?” His words are the final nail in the coffin as you let out a scream, cuming around Vash’s cock. He lets out a whimper as loses himself in you, trusting you rigorously as his cum coats your insides.

The scene makes Wolfwood’s dick pulsate before he slams against your face one last time, making you choke as he cums down your throat. You cough as he pulls away, face red and lips swollen.

He tilts your head up and smiles at you. “Such a good little slut.”

Vash pulls out, making you whimper and collapse onto the ground.. He disappears and comes back a moment later to wipe down whatever remains. Wolfwood lifts you up onto the couch, and holds you softly in his arms. At some point, a blanket is set on your body. The two of them cuddle up beside you as the movie begins to play again, and shower you in soft kisses throughout the night.

#wolfwood x reader #vash x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #vash the stampede x reader #wolfwood smut #vash smut #degradation tw

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stargirlfics · 2 years

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I haven’t watched the gray man yet but I keep picturing Lloyd forcing me to my knees while he fists my hair and forces his cock down my throat, smacking me in the face every so often, my whimpers and cries only encouraging him

Spot onnnn cause he absolutely would 🥵

Lloyd is definitely a face fucking kind of guy, he likes it sloppy, likes making you cry from how deep he is in your little throat, loves seeing you struggle and whimper and go all stupid for him

Our man is sadistic so your tears encourage him and if you start to falter he’s gonna give you a few sharp slaps to your face to get you to focus because your air supply is very much in his hands to toy with and he will make it that much harder for you

The degrading praise you’d get the entire time too…please! But you love it, he’s so strong and mean and intimidating and it makes you so so wet

“Look at you choking on me, so fuckin pretty, you gotta remind me to take some pics of that face after I cum all over it.”

Lloyd also like to toy with you in general so he’ll pull you off him with the grip he has of your hair and give you maybe a couple seconds to get in a breath before he’s shoving himself back in and all the way down

“Gonna have to train that throat to take me all the way down, sweetheart. Aww I know, it’s a lot huh, that’s okay you’ll be my little throat slut in no time.”

YEAH WOW I WANT HIM SO BAD UGH!

#face slapping tw #degradation tw #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen headcanons

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we-are-so-close · 1 year

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You Have My Attention

Zeke x fem!reader wc: 1.7k warnings: 18+ Minors Please Do Not Interact; dubcon, fingering, choking, piv penetration, piss, face fucking, marking, facial, cum eating, degradation, please let me know if I missed something a/n: this thought has been in my brain for a hot minute now. Zeke is an ass, maybe ooc?, probably the first and only time i write for him

There were few things about being part of the warrior unit that you actually enjoyed. The unit’s captain, Zeke, was not one of them. There was an air of cockiness he surrounded himself with and you felt it was unjustified; he didn’t seem to be any better than any of the titan shifters. The others warned you about speaking your mind, even amongst friends.

“You better watch what you say,” Reiner warned.

“Yeah, shit always gets back to Zeke,” Porco added.

“Pff, what can he really do?” you waved off.

“Just…tone it down, okay?” Pieck placed a cautioned hand on your shoulder.

The rest of the group went outside to hang out until it was time for dinner. You told them you would join them soon, right after you dropped off a report to Commander Magath’s office. The halls were empty, not surprising for the early evening time. The sound of footsteps behind you grew louder. Figuring it was one of your friends, you turned around to poke fun at them for following you. Only when you turned, you found yourself staring at your captain.

“C-captain,” you sputtered out.

He grabbed you by the arm and dragged you down the hallway. He practically threw you into the nearest broom closet and shut the door behind him. The look on his face had the same smugness that you called out amongst your friends. But there was something else behind his eyes. It was something you hadn’t seen from him before.

“Who do you think you are talking about me like that? I hear what you say. You think you’re funny?”

“I…I…” your face was getting hot and your voice was betraying you.

“I, I, I,” he mocked, “what? All of a sudden you have nothing to say? You sure do love to run that mouth of yours, but I think I have a better use for it.”

Immediately, he shoved two of his fingers inside of your mouth, effectively eliminating any chance of rebuttal. He has you pushed against one of the shelves, the edge of it just supporting the curve of your ass. His fingers move across the pad of your tongue, the salt from them causing you to salivate even more.

With his other hand, he pushed one of your legs onto the shelf where you were supported. He flipped up your skirt and pulled your panties to the side. He withdrew his fingers from your mouth and shoved them into your pussy. The sudden feeling of fullness caused you to gasp, and he quickly clasped his other hand over your mouth.

“You wanted my attention so badly, well, here it is. Savor it.”

His fingers were relentless, pumping in and out of your folds, hitting every sweet spot. He added a third finger and your moans were becoming more guttural. A tingling sensation was building up in your core. His hand moved from your mouth to your throat. It was hard to make any noise when he was restricting your airway.

“C’mon, baby. You love to talk. Beg for it. Beg me to put my cock in that pussy of yours.”

“Mm,” you couldn’t get out a word, so you shook your head.

“Oh, come now. It’s quite obvious you want me. You can’t shut up about me, so here I am, giving you what you want. Just submit and take what we both know that you want.” His pace slowed. His eyes never leaving your face, watching how his ministrations affected you so.

“P-p-pl..”

“I can’t hear you.”

He ever so slightly loosened his grip on your throat and you sucked in as much air as you could. His thumb was roughly circling over your clit, the pace picking back up. It was sending electric signals all throughout your body, and your brain felt as though it might short circuit.

“Please, Zeke.”

“Please, what? C’mon, use your big girl words.”

“I-I want…your c-cock,” you managed to squeak out through strained breath.

He withdrew his fingers from your pussy and pushed them back into your mouth. He was making you suck your essence off of his fingers. You could hear him unzipping his pants and soon after, you could feel his cock press against your entrance. He forced his way in, stretching you more than three of his fingers could. A sharp gasp escaped your lips, but was swallowed up by Zeke’s mouth. He kissed you, his beard scratching against your face. It was an unpleasant feeling, but that didn’t matter; not when he was tearing up your insides.

“Fuck. Three fingers wasn’t enough. I’ll know for next time,” he said as he continued to pound into your pussy.

"N-next time?"

He ripped open your shirt and took one of your breasts into his mouth. He was rough, sucking hard and biting the area around your nipples. He made his way up to the sensitive skin of your collarbone. There, he made short work of leaving his mark behind. Every nip, every thrust, it was all overwhelming. Before you knew what was happening, the feeling in your core exploded. You had reached your climax, which was a mistake. Your pussy pulsated around Zeke’s cock, and he took notice.

“Who gave you permission to come on my cock?” He scolded. He stilled, the only noise was his grunts. A warmth soon filled your insides. A golden liquid trickled down your leg and began to pool underneath you. Zeke’s piss stretched your pussy to the hilt, the pressure began to burn.

“Until you can learn to wait and behave, your greedy cunt doesn’t deserve anything but my piss,” he growled as he pulled out. The pressure inside of you was relieved as Zeke’s golden essence gushed from you, spilling all over your legs and feet, your shoes and skirt soaked. Zeke made it a point to spray the last few streams all over the outside of your pussy, making it very clear that he’s leaving his mark. Your eyes were glazed over as you watched the man you called “captain” treat you like this.

He forced you down onto your knees into the puddle of piss. With your chin held within his grasp, he forced your mouth open. “Clean it,” he demanded as he shoved his cock into your mouth. With his hand on the back of your head, he set the pace for which he wanted you to go. The lewd sounds you made everytime his dick hit the back of your throat only egged him on to go harder and faster. You put your hands on his thighs as a way to brace yourself for the impossible pace he had set.

“This is a much better use for that mouth of yours, I think,” he said as he thrust one last time. Your nose was shoved into the base of his dick and his pubic hairs added to your suffocation. He stilled there for only a moment, but it felt like an eternity, all means of air were cut off and your consciousness was on the cusp of fading.

Right as your eyes began to roll back, he pulled his cock out, strands of spit followed. He reveled in your strained gasps as you tried to get in as much air as you could.

He grabbed your chin once more and forced you to look up at him. He was stoking himself almost as fast as he was fucking your face.

"Fuck, I can't wait to ruin you."

Three more strokes and he was spurting his hot, thick cum all over your face. He looked down at you and admired his handy work.

"Open," he commanded. You did as you were told, and he used his thumb to smear and push every last bit of his release into your mouth. He wiped his thumb on your tongue and forced your mouth closed.

"You know, I could almost forgive you for being a brat, but I don't know if you've really learned your lesson." A glossiness had covered his eyes, but you knew that he had already determined when this was going to happen again.

"Clean this mess up before you take that report to Commander Magath," he said as he straightened out his jacket and set the paperwork on one of the shelves above you. "And then clean yourself up. Or don't. Let your friends and comrades see you for the little slut you really are."

He held onto the handle of the closet door before he glanced over his shoulder to look at you one last time before leaving. "If that report isn't in Commander Magath's hands before the dinner bell rings, you can expect to be punished."

The soft click of the door snapped you back to the meaning behind Zeke’s words. He was now going to take any chance he could get to punish you, to get you alone in the closet again. Quickly, you got up and grabbed the mop and the bucket of water and cleaned the spot on the ground. You raced down the hallway back to your room to change into some clean clothes since every article of clothing you were in was completely ruined thanks to Zeke.

The time was getting close, you knew that it had to be. The commander’s door was open, but there didn’t appear to be anyone inside. You knocked on the door frame and called out for anyone. No response. Outside, the harsh sound of the dinner bell began to chime. Hastily, you placed the report right in the middle of the commander’s desk and made your way to the dining hall. Zeke was standing outside of the hall, his arms folded and his back resting against the wall.

“I thought I told you to get that report to the commander before the dinner bell rang.” His eyes pierced into you, a sharp heat rising within you.

“I placed it on his desk before I came down here,” you replied back, no bite in your tone.

“Let me rephrase; I told you to have that report in his hands by the dinner bell. But it’s not surprising that you couldn’t even follow that simple command.”

“I-” you truly didn’t know what to say, you realized that there wasn’t anything you could do; you were under Zeke’s control from this point forward.

“I think you’ll be eating next to me tonight,” he smirked, because you knew that he was going to show you just how cocky he can really be.

#zeke yeager x reader #zeke x reader #zeke yeager smut #zeke smut #attack on titan #aot smut #please read the warnings!#piss tw #degradation tw #choking tw #dubcon tw #face fucking tw #if i missed something please let me know

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sunricecake · 2 years

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💭 brat tamer yelena having enough of your attitude

warnings: impact play, degradation, dom/sub dynamics

brat tamer yelena who spits out the snarkiest comments, never holding back when putting you in your place. if she thinks you're being a whiny bitch, she'll spit it to your face and will be very mean about it. she drills it into your pretty little head with each thrust, bucking her hips hard enough to make it hurt, to make sure you remember what happens when you act that way. “you wanna act like a bitch? then you're getting fucked like one.”

brat tamer yelena who makes you count each firm slap landing on your ass, running her hands over the red marks and welts left behind on your skin as you whimper out the numbers. “put that mouth to good use and count it for me, slut.” who punishes you harder when she sees the way your empty pussy throbs with each hit. this wasn't supposed to be enjoyable for you, this was her putting you in your place. if she can't teach a brat like you to be pliable and submissive, obedient to her every command, then what kind of master would she be?

brat tamer yelena who doesn't stop until you're absolutely spent — mouth spilling out with nothing but incoherent mumbles and whimpers, tears all dried up on your fucked out face, your pretty hole gushing out onto the mattress, body reduced to a quivering mess. yelena has a firm hand. to her, disciplining you isn't something to be taken lightly, and she'll enforce severe punishment when she sees fit.

#rmb that 'i love u bcs im abt to fuck u like i dont' post #its literslly yelena #and it lives in my head rent free #impact play tw #degradation tw #aot drabbles #aot x reader smut #yelena x reader #yelena x you #aot smut #aot thirts #yelena thirsts #cream pie 🎀

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pupkou · 1 year

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cw spit, degradation (dumbification), petplay

you say “open your mouth and beg for me to spit in your mouth like the dumb dog you are” and daichi cums in his pants .

#c.daichi #tw spit #spit tw #spit kink tw #tw spit kink #degradation tw #tw degradation #dumbification tw #tw dumbification

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xbonecandyx · 2 years

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Cleanup Duty - Dom Celia x GN Sub Reader

((A/N: Finally wrote content again for the first time in MONTHS, and it's something completely self-indulgent 😂 This is just a quick fic for Celia from The Price of Flesh. Trigger warnings include violence, mommy kink (not ageplay though, just the honorific), dubcon/noncon, cucking, and degradation! Also brief mentions of knife play. Reader is never referred to by pronouns and their anatomy is never referenced either!))

It was hard to tell how long you’d been here. The basement was dark, and since Celia sometimes didn’t come down to visit for days at a time, it was hard to tell how much time was passing. All you could do was stare at the walls, nap, and fiddle hopelessly with the lock on your cage. Ever since you’d fainted outside the little office Celia kept you in, you’d been locked up in this cramped little dog kennel, released only when Celia came around seeking company. Sometimes she just wanted to sit and relax with you sitting at her feet, but other times she wanted you to serve her in other ways. It was a good day if all she did was mess with you sexually… frequently she would take her anger out on you, cutting into soft skin and bruising you with deep, sore welts. As she flung open the basement door and clacked down the stairs in her heels, it was hard to tell exactly which mood she was in now.

Celia came to a stop in front of your cage, pausing to look down at you through the bars. She seemed like she was considering something, and the sly smile that crept onto her painted lips gave you the feeling you wouldn’t like the decision she had come to. She stooped down to unlatch your cage with a key kept securely on a necklace around her neck, swinging the bars open so she could look at you without barriers. “You’re going to make yourself useful today, little mouse. Come on, crawl out of there.” She stepped back from the kennel, tapping her heel impatiently. From the angle you knelt at, you could see thin black lace between her legs, and you looked down toward your hands as you crawled out of the cage.

A sharp laugh bubbled from Celia’s chest as she stepped hard on your head, pushing it down to the floor so your face smushed into the dirty cement. “What a dirty little rat, staring up my skirt at my panties. Do you want a better view, rat?” She kicked your side sharply with the pointed toe of her heel, jabbing you in the ribs and urging you to roll over. You conceded to her demands with a moan of pain, the breath knocked out of your lungs momentarily as you rolled onto your back, laying face-up on the filthy cement of the basement floor. Celia just stood above you for a moment, looking down at you and enjoying the power she held over you. “How pathetic. A sniveling little rat, laying on the floor waiting to serve mommy like a good little whore.”

The cruel smile on her lips and the gleam in her eyes scared you in some visceral way, the instinctive fear of prey in the presence of a predator. You felt like a deer in headlights, staring up at her with fear in your expression. Celia just laughed, kicking you in the side again for good measure. “Tell mommy how bad you want to please her. Beg for me, and maybe I’ll go easy on you this time.” It was clear she got off on the control she had over you, frankly. So many things felt beyond her control in life, from her spouse to her position in the world to the expectations placed on her at work. But here? Here she was basically God.

Pride had gone out the window the first time Celia sliced into your skin with her knife, carving lines of blood like paint strokes into your flesh. Now all that was left was self-preservation, and even without the threat of a weapon, you couldn’t forget what she was capable of. You would beg like a snively little bitch if that’s what she wanted, because the other option was too terrifying to consider. “Please- Please mommy, I want to please you, I want to make you proud of me.” You felt whiny and pathetic as you pleaded with her, humiliation making your face feel hot as you looked into her predator’s eyes. “Please let me serve you, mommy…”

For what felt like forever, Celia looked down at you with a strange combination of delight and disdain, savoring how pathetic you looked. Then she swung a leg over your head, lowering herself so that the full weight of her ass came down on your face, smothering you beneath sticky panties and soft thighs. She shifted a bit to situate herself on top of your face, spreading her legs just enough to look down at you between the gap, your eyes welling up with tears at the jolt of pain that came with having her weight land on your face. Her lips curled in amusement, and she laughed a little as she rocked her hips, grinding her clothed pussy against your mouth and cheek, smearing juices over your face. “You’re going to do something special for me today, rat, and I expect you to do a good job of it.” Cruel delight made her eyes sparkle even in the dim light of the basement as she sat atop your face, smothering your mouth and nose against her panties.

Celia spoke again as she pushed her tight pencil skirt up her hips to expose the panties and garter belt beneath, toying with the hem of her panties teasingly. “See, I’ve had to spend a long, exhausting day doing favors for my boss and some friends of his, all just to get a promotion so I can come back here and play with you more often. You’re grateful I’m making time for you, aren’t you little mouse?” Her voice sounded almost sickly sweet, mockingly affectionate when she called you her little mouse.

She clearly expected you to respond, even as smothered as you were, and your voice came out muffled, buzzing against her pussy as you tried to speak with her crotch against your mouth. “Yes mommy, I’m grateful.”

Celia seemed satisfied with your response, because she nodded, reaching down to run a hand through your hair, then snagging a handful and knotting her hand in it painfully tight. “Good. You’re gonna show me just how grateful you are, and I’ll tell you exactly how you’re gonna do that!” She sent you a bright smile, the sort of expression that could only mean something horrible was coming. She shifted her weight off your face for a moment, and you took the opportunity to gasp desperately for breath as she pulled aside the black lace of her panties.

With the fabric out of the way, the source of the sticky feeling was much more clear, and your eyes widened in horror and humiliation when you saw the thick white substance still lingering on the outside of her hole. Celia laughed, giving your hair a yank as she hovered above your mouth. “You’re gonna thank me for my hard work today by licking up allllll the cum my boss and his friends left behind, got it? I expect you to clean my pussy spotless, so if I find a drop left over, I’ll be punishing you.”

The idea of licking someone else’s cum from her pussy was a mortifying prospect, something you could hardly imagine doing, but you clearly had no other choice. You didn’t want to know what sort of punishment she would have in mind for disobedience, especially after spending all day with men she no doubt found repulsive.

Celia was pleased by the fear in your eyes, and she used her free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, prying your jaw open wider so that your mouth gaped open beneath her. “Alright little rat, keep that mouth open wide and stick your tongue out nice and far for me.”

You hesitated, but the flash of irritation on her face when you didn’t immediately obey was more than enough for you to open your mouth wider, sticking your tongue out of your mouth so that it pressed against your chin. Celia released her grip on your jaw with a laugh, smacking your cheek lightly. “Good rat. I like a pet that knows its place.” She lowered her hips closer to your mouth, hovering just an inch or two from your wide mouth, and you watched in horror and humiliation as she pushed some of the thick cum out of her hole, letting it drip into your open mouth slowly. The taste was salty and strange, the cum still warm from her body heat, and she looked down at you with a sadistic smile, settling down onto your face so that her cum-filled pussy pressed right onto your tongue.

“Get licking, rat. I’m not planning on climbing off your face till you’ve gotten me spotless, so you might want to start now.” However much repulsive fumbling Celia had to put up with earlier in the day, she clearly got her fulfillment now, degrading you to a position so low you were licking other peoples’ cum from her hole. Your tongue lapped against her warm hole, licking up leftover cum. The taste blended in your mouth with the flavor of her juices, your lips slick with her wetness as you cleaned away the mess of who knows how many men. Celia moaned as your tongue slid against her, grinding down against your face with an expression of eager, cruel delight. “There you go, rat, clean it up like a good little bitch. Does it taste good?”

She didn’t seem to expect a response this time- she just wanted to humiliate you further, let you know exactly how low you were in her eyes. Your tears spilled over, a sight that seemed to spur her on and drive her all the more quickly toward climax as your tongue dipped into her hole, licking and sucking, cleaning the last of the mess from her pussy as she humped against your face, leaving you slick with her wetness as she rocked carelessly against you, not even bothering to control her pace or angle anymore, just rubbing against you at a jerky, desperate pace.

All at once, she shuddered to a stop, letting out a breathy groan of pleasure as a flood of wetness spills over your tongue and face. She remained on top of you for a few moments, catching her breath, her grip on your hair loosening as she rode the high of orgasm. Then, slowly, she rose from her perch on your face, pulling her panties up and looking down at the mess she’d made of your face.

“I could let you clean up… but I think a filthy little rat like you deserves to stay covered in my pussy.” Celia laughed as she straightened her skirt, smoothing her hands over the fabric. She took a few moments to rearrange herself, then cast a disdainful look toward you. “Why are you still laying on the floor like a lump? Get your ass back in the cage.” She nudged you with her foot- though noticeably she didn’t kick you full force like she usually would. You pried yourself up from the floor, still sore and humiliated, the taste of cum and pussy lingering in your mouth as you crawled into the cramped dog kennel.

Celia leaned down to latch the cage, on eye level with you for a brief moment. She sent you a cruel little smile, blowing a kiss that left a dark lipstick imprint on her fingers as she teased you. “Don’t worry, little mouse. Mommy will be back to see you again soon, and I’ll bring you plenty more treats.”

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kyovtani · 2 years

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so desperate for mean dom takahiro rn. like please slap me around and make me cry. humiliate me!!! idc i would do anything for that man. or any of seijoh. or mean!bokuroo. just mean anyone really. 💔💔💔

oh 🥺

mean dom!takahiro who ties your hands behind your back before he places you in between his legs and fucks your face for literal hours without even thinking about touching your messy little cunt. he knows you're getting wetter every time he pushes his pretty cock as far down your throat as possible but he simply doesn't care.

sometimes he even grabs your face to pull you a little closer to his own, nudging your nose with his right before he starts chuckling because of how desperate you are. mocks and teases your little whimpers and whines, imitates your stutters and lands a row of hard slaps on your tear and spit stained cheeks just to cum all over your face right when you start crying.

"you always look so pretty when you cry like this, angel", he mumbles and pulls his hand away to slap you just one more time; eliciting another sob from you before he smiles and takes your chin in between his fingers, "and all of that just for a kiss...how pathetic."

#mean doms cw #face slapping cw #face slapping tw #mocking tw #teasing tw #degradation tw #hard doms tw #; boy of choice: takahiro #; haikyuu

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whileurmine · 4 months

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@th-angelical

he slapped her. it was meant to be a light little thing, a touch against her cheek, to turn it a shade pinker and nothing else. he forgot just how heavy his hand could be sometimes. "jesus christ, look at you. you are pathetic." it was the best thing he had seen a while. the type of thing that his heartbeat ringing a little too loud. "take that shit off." tugging at her clothes a little too harshly as he leaned back to watch her. "all of it. i want you naked."

#th-angelical #usfw #╰ * 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 » filled under ; jack holloway #degradation tw #humiliation tw

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razzle-zazzle · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 11: all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed

Captivity

3643 Words; Pearl and Seaglass

TW for kidnapping, dehumanization, manhandling, degradation, dehydration, torture

AO3 ver

Dion was having the time of his life.

The sand was warm underneath him, soft against his back. The sky was a riot of colors, swirling against each other like the coral of an endless reef. The water lapped at the shore, the spray filling the air with the smell of salt.

Dion looked to his side. Gisu looked back at him, her eyes alight with joy. “Peaceful, isn’t it?” She asked.

“Yeah.” Dion breathed. He could stay here forever, free from his responsibilities under the waves, free from his family’s judgment. Just him, Gisu, and the endless beach, pink sand and green water stretching out in every direction…

Dion came back into awareness slowly, the sun bright against his face. He shifted, the soft sand of his dream turning into sheets tangled around him. He still wasn’t used to the feel of them, still wasn’t quite sure what to make of the dry fabric wrapped gently around his body.

Beside him, Gisu was still asleep, her hair stuck to her forehead with sweat, her body splayed out like a particularly grabby starfish—her hand was latched onto Dion’s shirt, and Dion wondered if he’d be able to get it free without having to wake her up.

The sunlight had crept in through a gap in the curtains. Motes of… it was dust, right? Floated in the beam. It reminded Dion of marine snow, of flurries of plankton soaking up the sunlight. He could almost imagine shimmery fish darting through, snapping up whatever they could.

Dion could already feel his memory of the dream fading, even as the feelings lingered. His heart squeezed, homesickness and desire all knotted up inside him. He wondered if this was how Raz felt. If this—this freedom, from expectation and responsibility—was what drew Raz up here, up onto the surface with all of its dangers and wonders.

Dion thought that maybe, if that were the case, then he could understand. The sea would always be his home, but—

But his parents would never approve of Gisu. He would never be truly, completely free down there, not like he was up here.

(Even though he wasn't really free up here, either, confined to social expectations still.

But it was certainly a lot less than back home.)

Dion wanted that. More than anything, he wanted that freedom, for him and Gisu. Wanted to be able to rest in her hold freely, with not a single worry about parents or curfew or expectations.

Just him, Gisu, and the entire world stretched out around them.

The bed shifted as Gisu rolled over. She let go of Dion’s shirt, her eyes blinking open as she yawned softly. The sound was still so foreign to Dion. Everything was so different up here.

But not all of those differences were awful. Just most of them.

One such awful difference—sheets. Oh, sure they were comfy to sleep in, different from kelp beds in ways both good and bad—

But as Dion moved to leave the bed and start the day, the sheets tangled around his skirt—a very wonderful change—and his legs—a mostly-awful change—caught, sending him tumbling to the floor with a yelp and a very dignified flailing of his limbs, he was not at all like a panicking guppy, stop laughing Gisu—

“These stupid legs.” Dion growled. Up on the bed, Gisu snorted.

“You weren’t having any trouble dancing with them last night.” She pointed out, as Dion slowly pushed himself up.

“I wasn’t half-asleep last night.” Dion returned. He stood up fully, the sheet falling to the floor. The wood was cold against his feet.

Gisu shrugged, sitting up fully. Her hair was a mess, some of it matted down with sweat, some of it frizzed up into knots. Dion’s fingers itched to comb through it and braid it. “Well, I hope you’re not going to be falling all over yourself today.” She stretched out her arms, a small squeak escaping her throat, “We’ve got a lot of ground to cover.”

Dion snorted. “My balance is perfect.” He insisted. Where did he leave his boots? He refused to traverse the surface without them—walking on hot sand and stone once was more than enough. Thank the gods that Gisu had a human friend willing to lend them clothes—he couldn’t thank Lizzie enough for the skirt that was still swishing softly around his legs now.

Speaking of…

“Did you see Lizzie last night?” Dion pulled on his boots. Ugh. This would be so much easier back home—but that was because he didn’t have these unsightly human legs back home.

“I think I saw her in the crowd once,” Gisu offered, rolling off the bed and grabbing her bag. She reached in and dug around for a few moments before pulling out the whale-bone comb Dion had gifted her last season. “Kinda lost track of everyone near the end.” She shrugged. “She probably went home early.”

Dion nodded, accepting the explanation. Gisu would know better than him about this kind of thing. There was a second comb in Gisu’s bag—Dion grabbed it and went to work on his hair. He still thought he should have been allowed to keep at least one pearl string woven in—or even just the pearl Gisu had gifted him, pink and blobby and uneven—but Gisu had insisted that humans didn’t weave shells and pearls and kelp into their hair, and as far as Dion had seen, she was right.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t be upset about it, though.

A little while later, they were both ready for the day, their hair tied back with two cuts of the same cord. Dion had gotten to braid Gisu’s hair once she finished attacking it with her comb, and nodded at his work.

Morris was in the kitchen with his parents when they left their room, talking animatedly. He greeted them cheerily, his parents already knowing Gisu from her past excursions up on the surface.

After breakfast, the three of them headed out—Morris turned off to go into the market to run errands for his parents, while Gisu took Dion’s hand and led him towards the docks.

As always, Dion found it impossible not to follow where she led.

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Dion came into awareness slowly. His head was pounding, his hair hanging loose over his face.

What the…

Where…

Dion was in a big room, he could tell that much. Barrels and crates surrounded him. The scent of the docks—of the fish and sea air—lingered in his nose—so he was probably still close to that area, right?

But where was he? Last he remembered, he and Gisu had been wandering between the warehouses, looking for any sign that Raz had come through the area. He’d heard something fall over in an alleyway, and he’d seen a smallish shape that could have been his brother darting off into the shadows, but—

Ohhhh, his head hurt. He remembered a sharp pain—and then he was here, in this room, with no idea how he’d gotten here. He was seated on a chair, ropes across his chest keeping him from falling off of it. More rope was wrapped around his legs and ankles.

This wasn’t good. This was the opposite of good. Dion had no idea where he was, or why he was here—his heart was doing flips in his chest. His lungs were doing something funny, too, air caught in his throat like a blockage in his gills—

Dion coughed. It was the most unpleasant sensation he’d ever felt in his life. He couldn’t stop coughing, which was even worse—

Where was Gisu? What had happened? Where was he? He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t breathe—

“Whoa!” A hand fell on his shoulder. “Shit, don’t die before the boss gets here!”

Dion’s chest spasmed. Air trickled into his lungs. His heart lodged in his throat. The voice—a human, Dion realized, who had been behind him previously but was now standing beside him, a hand braced on his shoulder—continued talking, the words incomprehensible against Dion’s panic.

Slowly, more air made its way into Dion’s lungs. He spat, flecks of spit and phlegm landing on the floor before him. Awful. Human bodies were just awful.

His heart was still pounding, and the stranger standing next to him wasn’t helping—

But at least Dion could breathe.

There was sunlight coming into the room from somewhere behind him. Other than that, the only light was that of a single lamp, which wasn’t nearly enough to fill the space. Ugh, why did human eyes have to suck so much? Dion didn’t like not being able to see through the gloom.

He didn’t have long to lament the lack of low-light vision before previously-unnoticed doors in front of him slid open. Bright light assaulted Dion’s eyes, and he scrunched them closed.

The doors slid shut, but the darkness didn’t last long—the scent of burning oil floated over to Dion with the gentle light of a lamp. Two more lamps joined it, revealing who had stepped into the room with him.

Not that Dion had any idea who they were. A smartly dressed man that Dion vaguely recognized from a few posters around town, and someone who might have been a land witch? They were dressed like Lizzie, who was pretty much Dion’s only reference to how land witches dressed—but somehow more, with full robes instead of just small charms.

“It doesn’t look like a mermaid.” The man sniffed. “Are you sure this is the one?”

Dion tensed. “What are you talking about?” He asked, “Mermaids? What mermaids?” Oh god please no no no don’t turn me into one of those fish at the stalls I don’t want to be cooked—

He was ignored. “We’ll find out for sure once I’ve undone the spell, Gristol.” The land witch assured.

The land witch stepped forward, holding a vial of… something. It wasn’t like Dion was an expert in vials.

(Gisu was, but Dion had no idea where she was.)

The vial was uncapped. Dion flinched as its contents were splashed onto him, the sour scent sharp against his nose. Ew ew ew!

“Hey!” He yelped. “What was that for?” It was probably for some magic purpose, but that only made Dion all the more indignant (all the more terrified).

The land witch continued to ignore him, grinding something in a mortar and pestle. The man in the stuffy-looking suit—Gristol, that was what the land witch just called him (why was that name vaguely familiar)—watched on with a haughty kind of interest, hands folded behind his back.

Ughhh. Dion’s clothes were going to smell awful forever now, he was sure. The land witch was drawing a circle on the floor around Dion—that was not a good sign.

“Hey—” Dion began, only to be cut off as the land witch spoke.

“Creature of the sea, creature of the wave,” the land witch began, “Shed your skin for scales, return to how you were made!” Light rose from the circle around Dion’s chair, ominous against the lamplight.

The magic burned.

Transforming into a human had been painful, but in an abstract way, Gisu’s magic numbing the pain and sparking light through Dion’s veins just as much as it hurt. But this magic burned, clawing up his skin and scorching his insides. Scales crawled up his back, down his arms, over his chest. His legs lit up with agony, a scream tearing itself out of his throat.

He landed against the floor roughly, thrashing in blind panic. The rest of the world faded away as the pain dug into his skull and chest, whiting out his vision. It hurt.

It hurt

it hurt

it hurt so much—

And then it was over, the pain receding. Dion heaved, the dry air rough against his throat. His pelvic fins were pinned under him—Dion rolled onto his side, only to wince at the way the fabric of his shirt caught on his thoracic gills. His tail ached. His everything ached.

“Gorgeous.” Gristol breathed. “Powerful.” He folded his hands behind his back. “It’s not as wondrous as Maligula was,” he amended, “But to finally have a mer in my grasp…”

Dion hissed, his stripes flashing in warning. The man’s words were coming out garbled, distorted against Dion’s ears by the lack of water and the loss of the magic. He had no idea what was being said, but he was certain he wouldn’t like it regardless.

Gristol turned to the first man, the one who had been in the warehouse from the start. Dion turned a tired ear to what was being said, but he couldn’t make heads or tails of it. Gisu’s spell was well and truly broken.

Gristol spoke again—

Hands! Hands on Dion, dry calloused hands rough against his scales as the ropes were pulled away. He squirmed, snapping at them all to let him go, but they grabbed onto his shoulders and arms and shirt, which had been shredded by the emergence of his dorsal fin. It was yanked off roughly, Dion hissing as it rubbed against his gills. Hands grabbed his tail just above the fin, lifting it into the air despite Dion’s protests.

Get off get off get off—

His skirt slid off with some resistance, and then Dion’s tail was dropped back onto the floor. He growled, trying to ignore the way his gills were aching. It was so hard to breathe, and his scales were starting to dry—

The hands pulled back as water splashed over him. Dion’s scales drank it in gleefully, even as his hair stuck to his face. His gills gasped, but no more water was forthcoming.

Gristol’s boots splashed in the puddle as he stepped in front of Dion. He leaned down, his hand reaching out towards Dion’s hair—

Dion planted his palms flat against the floor and pushed, lunging at Gristol with teeth bared—

A net was thrown over him, stopping him in his tracks. Dion thrashed, moving to cut at the cords with his claws—

Weight pressed down on him, someone’s knees digging into Dion’s tail. His arms were grabbed and wrenched back. He thrashed, his stripes flashing rapidly in warning, snarling let go let go let go! even as the sound burned in his throat.

The net tightened around him. It dug into his scales, pinning his fins against him. The dry air grated against him, the water already starting to dry out.

Dion stared up at Gristol, teeth bared. Hate hate hate let me go let me go let me go—

He snapped his fingers, and Dion was lifted up into the air. He tried to thrash, but the net and the exhaustion reduced it to hardly a wiggle.

The man carrying him started moving. Dion could do nothing to stop it, gasping in too-dry air.

Dion had been right. The surface was evil.

Being right had never been less satisfying.

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Gristol watched as the mer was dropped into the tank.

It had taken a few detours to get his prize to his ship unseen, but it was well worth the effort—Gristol watched as water flowed through the mer’s gills. Its teeth glinted as it opened and closed its mouth, breathing in the water greedily.

It was truly a gorgeous creature. His father’s tales hadn’t done it justice at all! It stared at him through the glass, luminous blue eyes like rare jewels. Even its scales had a beautiful shine to them, stripes lighting up in meaningless, but still pretty, patterns. Gristol watched its claws dig into the sand at the bottom of the tank—those would have to be trimmed at some point. And something would need to be done about those teeth…

“You don’t know it yet, but you’re about to be part of something big.” Gristol promised. “Something that will put the Maliks back on the map!” Finally, Gristol could take his destiny back into his own hands. Not even Truman’s silly little “Explorer Corps” would be able to stop him!

He stared at the mer for a moment longer, drinking in the victory on the horizon. The mer slapped a webbed hand against the glass, warbling and clicking at him—

The ship’s captain walked in through the door. “Your orders, sir?”

Gristol growled. Couldn’t this idiot see that he was having a moment? Whatever. He turned back to the woman. “Get this ship ready to move by sundown!” He demanded. “And let the rest of the fleet know, too!”

A cabin boy passed them by as the captain left to fulfill her orders. “You!” Gristol grabbed the boy by the shoulders. “Go find someone who can clip nails.” He shook his hand to wave the boy off. “Well? Go!”

The boy skittered off with a “Yes, sir.” Oh, what a pleasant sound. It was always better when people listened to his orders—he was simply built to lead, and everyone else was a sheep built to follow. It was just the way of things.

The ship was bustling with activity by the time Gristol made it to the deck. He watched in satisfaction as everyone ran around fulfilling his orders.

It felt good to be on top.

And after this, he’d be on top of the world itself.

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Dion growled.

The tank had been a brief respite from the net—emphasis on brief. Dry air grated against him once again, his gills burning.

The bowl of water in front of his face helped, but not by much. It was better than nothing, though, as embarrassing as it was to have to shove his face into it just to get water in his gills. It wasn’t enough to reach his thoracic gills, which continued to burn against the too-dry air, but it sluiced through his cervical gills, allowing him to breathe more freely—strained as it still was.

Snip. Snip.

Dion hissed. The bowl wasn’t the only humiliation he was being forced to endure—his tail was tied down with metal chains, and his wrists were pinned down at the edge of the table, his hand held still as all of his claws were cut one by one. He carefully maintained claws! Being taken away!

Snip. Snip snip.

His left hand had already been clipped down to nothing, to blunted claws that looked more like useless human nails. No matter how hard Dion thrashed, the human taking away his claws didn’t even flinch, just calmly clipping away.

Snip.

And with that, the last of Dion’s claws were gone. He snarled, his stripes flashing out a string of curses—that were wholly ignored.

The human pulled out a flat piece of metal, and started rubbing it over Dion’s clipped claws. It took Dion a moment to realize what they were doing—they were blunting the stumps!

“There we go,” They hummed something that might have been meant to comfort—Dion still didn’t understand what was being said. Gisu would have, because she had actually learned the language, instead of relying on her spell—

But Gisu wasn’t here. It was just Dion, unable to do anything as he was subjected to surface evils that not even his worst nightmares had come up with.

Gristol appeared in the doorway. Dion cursed.

The man ignored him, walking over and grabbing his hands for inspection. He said something that sounded approving, and the other human tittered something back. Gristol nodded, letting go of Dion’s hand before snapping out something imperative. The claw-clipping human left, and more humans came in behind them.

Oh, what now? Dion asked. The flash of his stripes and the clicks in his throat were ignored.

Hands grasped at his arms, pinning them down as the straps over his wrists were undone. Dion snarled, but he didn’t have the energy to thrash. He just let the humans lift him up and haul him down the haul, up some stairs onto the deck. He was dropped on the wood, hissing reflexively—his tail was too heavy to move, though. Dion didn’t have the energy to swing it around. A bucket was brought over to him—

Water! Glorious, glorious water! More buckets were dumped out, and Dion’s body drank it in greedily.

It didn’t last long, though—a long wooden box was brought over, and as one, the humans lifted Dion up to it and over the edge.

Absolutely not! Dion squirmed, but it was for naught—he was shoved down into the box. The lid came down soon after, and despite his efforts Dion couldn’t push it off—the humans must have locked it in place, somehow.

The scent of salt was overpowering, stinging against Dion’s nose. Which made sense—he was laying atop a small layer of salt, rough and dry and awful.

The box was just long enough for Dion to lie straight, but too low down and too narrow for Dion to squirm. His dorsal fin wasn’t quite pinned against him—but it wasn’t fully up, either, the spines pushed back. The rest of his fins were much the same. At least his arms weren’t pinned to his sides. Dion dragged his blunted claws against the wood, but it didn’t do anything. He was just as helpless as before.

Sunlight filtered in through holes in the top of the box. The salt beneath him was starting to really hurt.

Realization settled in. Oh gods. They were trying to dry him out! Dion folded his arms in front of himself, resting his head on them. They were trying to dry him out, and there was nothing he could do but wait and let it happen.

Dion had known that the surface was awful. Had known that mer weren't built for land, had known that humans were just as capable of being awful as mer.

But this was worse. This was so much worse.

Dion had known that the surface was awful. He'd had no idea how awful it truly was.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #captivity #psychonauts #zaz writes #kidnapping tw #dehumanization tw #dehydration tw #torture tw #manhandling tw #degradation tw #boy oh boy this sure is a piece to introduce an au with #pearl & seaglass au #dion aquato #gisu nerumen #gristol malik #okay okay so. little mermaid au. raz goes to sruface with gisu's help (he kind of blackmailed her (he was bluffing))#dion and gisu go to surface to chase after him. dion has never been to the surface. shenanigans ensue #this will not be the last that you see of this au btw!! i've got three more pieces for it lined up this year

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