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stinkyme · 7 months

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Hello! This is a request/idea made by a lovely anon, I hope you like it and enjoy it! :) <3

CW/TW: NSFW, fem!reader, established relationship, reader initiates sex, virgin!reader, first time, soft & mostly rough Dazai, vaginal fingering, a bit of spit for additional lube, praise, degrading, two orgasms for a reader (one purely vaginal), dacryphilia, creampie, mentions of aftercare, if I forgot anything please let me know! :)

It goes without saying, but no one should be rough with you during your first time. If they don't stop even if you are telling them and in actual pain - punch the shit out of them. Stinging sensation is normal, even managable pain, but someone being rough? No. If someone is slow and you are still in a lot of pain - you are tense which means you need more foreplay and reassurance. Additional lube is always good! Also, keep in mind that a first couple of times may be uncomfortable. You won't lose your virginity that day and immediately be able to go wild. It takes a couple of times and different poses. If, even after couple of times, you are still in pain regardless of foreplay and lube - you may want to check if you have a condition. If you don't, it could be that their cock is a bit too big which just means they need to accomodate their thrusts so they don't reach your guts, lol

It's different for everyone, but remember to be safe, use condom & lube, if you feel uncomfortable and too tense or in too much pain - it's okay to stop. If someone is denying the pain you feel or being a dirty cunt - punch them really hard. (aim for the nose) Also, for a lot of people - riding the first time is more comfortable because they are in control of everything. Backshots are usually uncomfortable/too painful for a lot of people. Missionary is also good! Whatever works for you - go for it :) Aftercare is also important! Keep that in mind as well, you don't want to make someone feel used or shitty. If you are the virgin in question, don't be afraid to initiate aftercare if needed! If someone is a dick about it - punch them! :3 (or call me and I will) Aftercare is ok to have even if you didn't indulge in any BDSM activities :) aaand! Bleeding differs for everyone - some bleed more, some less, some not at all. As long as it's not excessive or to the point where bleeding isn't stopping - you will be okay! In cases mentioned - immediately stop, wait for a bit to see if bleeding will subside because there is a possible tear which may be able to heal on its own, depending on a size. To be safe, go to the doctor or ER if necessary. (never ever continue having sex after a tear, even with a condom on, it can lead to infections) Also, a lot of afabs/females lose hymen long before they indulge in sexual activities and bleeding isn't a sole indicator whether someone is a virgin or not. Don't shame people who are virgins, nor those who aren't and you shouldn't have sex w people who do this. Be safe and have fun :3

So, this whole oneshot is purely fictional and obviously innaccurate for most people

I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

The first time || Dazai Osamu x Reader

Dazai and you have been together for a while now. Your relationship was, surprisingly to some, stable and very loving. However, you haven't slept with each other yet, which was okay by both of you so far. This didn't mean there were no heavy makeout sessions, teasing neck kisses and bites, grabbing and humping or lack of desire. It just meant that it simply never went further. Partly because you weren't ready at the time and partly because of your busy work schedule.

You wanted to change that and you didn't feel too scared because you knew Dazai was experienced. Plus, he treated you with care and patience, so you felt safe and comfortable with him.

So, today, you decided to take things in your own hands as you were feeling ready...and quite needy to experience this with him. The two of you had a day off today, so this was perfect timing as well.

He finally arrives at your apartment and you are quick to jump on him, planting endless kisses all over his face. You feel a slight mixture of nervousness and excitement. But those feelings subside quickly by comfort as Dazai's hands support you by holding you under your thighs, a soft smile on his face.

"We saw each other yesterday, you clingy creature. Don't tell me you behave like this because you want something from me." he lets out a soft chuckle and you smile. Dazai knew you had something up your sleeve and you were hoping he would because that makes it easier.

"Maybe." you give him a little grin before you place more kisses over his face.

"You are hurting my feelings now." he says in an unserious voice with a hint of fake sadness. He carries you to your bedroom as you twirl his hair around your finger a little bit.

"Why did you assume it's something bad?" you tilt your head as he gently seats you on your bed, his hands letting go of your thighs.

"Is it not?" he gives you an intrigued gaze as he takes off his coat and vest, putting them both over a chair. You slowly stand up and his expression switches to slight surprise as you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.

Your hands move down his bandaged neck, fingers sliding between the small cracks they could find. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue brushes over your bottom lip. He begins gently sucking on it as you slowly unwrap his bandages, feeling confident.

He lets out a soft whimper, teeth holding your bottom lip for a moment before he deepens the kiss, his tongue finding yours quickly. Your kiss becomes lickerish, deep and sensual, his hands gripping your waist tightly. You drop the bandages on the floor behind him and hesitantly move your hands down, sneaking your fingers underneath his shirt. You hesitantly lift it up as the kiss becomes breathless, making Dazai pull away for a moment as he gives you a sly gaze.

"You are more bold than usual." he gives you a little smile, voice soft, but teasing. His remark makes you shy as you keep his shirt in place, revealing only up to his bellybutton.

"Shying away already? I didn't tell you to stop." he whispers in a silky tone, observing your reactions. You lean in, wanting to kiss him in order to help your overwhelming thoughts, however, he leans away, giving you a sly smile. He gently puts his hands on yours and begins lifting his shirt up with you. He pulls it over his head, revealing his slim, but fairly masculine figure to you. He lets go of your hands, his gaze having a lingering mixture of teasingness and trickiness.

"Just like this! Easy, right?" he says in a more regular tone as you drop his shirt on the ground, eyes shamelessly lusting over his figure.

"You've taken a shirt off before, right? How come you are so shy with me, hm?" his tone is silky and teasing. He tilts his head, leaning closer to your face as his gaze traces over it. You lock eyes with him, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"Well...uh, I did. Mine." you nod, hoping he would take the hint.

"What? You mean others have been letting you take your clothes off all by yourself? Unacceptable!" he says with a hint of drama in his voice as he snakes his fingers beneath your shirt, slowly rolling it up. You feel a wave of embarrassment and put your hands on his wrists, stopping him from moving further up before you tell him.

"No...that's not what I mean. What I mean is...there are no others." your voice is steady as you give him a meaningful look. Dazai blinks a couple of times, processing the information.

"You mean...you are a-?" he stops talking, unsure if he got the right hint.

"A virgin. Yes." you nod, voice steady and calm, even though you were a bit scared would this change something. You let go of his wrists, waiting for a reaction. Dazai keeps his gaze on you, seemingly dumb-founded at the moment. Quickly, his expression changes to an intrigued one, his fingers resting underneath your shirt.

His fingertips delicately brush over your skin as he leans closer, lips shadowing over your neck, not touching it yet. He leans closer to your ear, letting his lips touch it and moving over the thin, shell-like part of it in slow, up and down motion. The feather-like sensation sends shivers down your spine, furthering even more as he gives the sensitive skin a kitten lick.

"So, I would be your first?" he whispers, voice smooth and silky, but with hints of excitement.

"Yeah...are you mad?" you whisper back, a bit shy.

"Mad? God no, I am quite happy and honored, to be honest." he continues whispering, letting out a small whine in your ear as he takes your hand and puts it on his hard, still clothed cock. He makes you grasp it and you gasp in slightly.

"Can you feel how happy I am, pretty one?" he moves lower, finally placing soft kisses over your neck, going slow and making sure you feel each one. You feel a wave of heat spread through your thighs and lower tummy as he uses the tip of his tongue to trail over your sweet flesh, going from the base of your neck all the way up behind your ear. You let out a soft whimper as he slides his other hand between your shorts and panties, slowly pulling it down.

You can feel his cock throb inside your palm as his tongue moves over the middle of your neck and to the other side. He leaves small, wet kisses all over your skin, before he settles for a bit, sucking on a small portion of your flesh. Your body becomes a bit shaky, a soft whimper escaping your throat as his sucking becomes greedier, more intense. He lets your shorts drop down on the floor and faintly brushes over your waistline with his fingertips.

He slowly moves forward, making you move as well until you hit the edge of the bed. His hand moves on your lower back, caressing it gently before it slides further down, squeezing your ass. Dazai lets go of your skin, kissing the portion he was sucking on just a moment ago. He plants soft kisses all over the side of your jaw, finally letting go of your hand and moving it between your panties and skin. He uses both of his thumbs, sliding them down your hips and thighs as he moves lower as well. He lets your panties drop on the floor and slowly pulls up your shirt, your body following to make it easier.

He takes your shirt off, observing your body with a needy, almost hungry gaze as he unclips your bra with one hand, sliding it down your arms. You feel small shivers run through your body as he keeps observing you for a moment. His hands fall on your hips again as he leans close, placing kisses all over your chest area. In-between the kisses, he bites on your skin a bit roughly a couple of times, earning a soft moan from you.

He makes sure to follow up with small licks afterwards, to soothe the sensations. He gently pushes you on the bed and you adjust yourself, laying down properly. Dazai is quick to follow, taking his pants and boxers off. Your eyes widen a bit as you see his exposed cock, not too thick, but definitely making up for it in length.

He gives you a little smile as he adjusts himself between your legs, towering over you while doing so. He continues where he stopped, as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking on it a bit harshly. You let out a soft whimper, back arching a bit as your hands wrap around his neck gently.

You can feel his cock slightly pressing into your lower tummy and it makes your body fill up with warmth. Dazai moves to your other nipple, kissing in the middle of your chest before he does, and gives it a soft, kitten lick. He starts drawing small circles on it with the tip of his tongue, earning another soft moan of yours.

"So sensitive already." he whispers into your skin before he gives one quick, harsh suck on your nipple, squeezing a little gasp out of your throat. He moves lower, planting kisses all over your tummy, gently biting from time to time. He reaches your lower tummy, placing a few more kisses mixed with a few licks of his tongue before he straightens himself.

He spreads your legs, one of his hands resting on your knee as he uses the fingertips of his other one to softly brush over your clit. Your hips twitch immediately, a faint whimper slipping past your lips.

"Don't tell me you've never done this to yourself before." he tilts his head, voice a bit more serious.

"I have, it just…" you pause for a moment, finding the words. In the meantime, Dazai slides his fingers to your inner lips, slowly rubbing them up and down, producing small sticky sounds as your precum coats his fingertips. You let out a louder whimper as his fingertips trace back to your clit, drawing small circles. Your hips twitch as he speeds up his movement, back arching into the mattress.

"Didn't feel as good?" he continues your sentence in a teasing, but low tone. You nod quickly as small whimpers escape your throat. Dazai's grip on your knee is firm as his movement on your clit sends pleasant, tingling sensation through your body. You feel a warm, painful knot quickly forming inside your lower tummy as more precum leaks down your pussy.

Dazai's gaze is fixated on your pussy, the way your hips twitch from bare touching makes his cock make a twitch of its own. He slowly slides his fingers down, aligning the two of them with your inner lips. He rubs small circles as his gaze grows greedy. He slowly slides them inside your drooling cunt, a stinging sensation making you close your eyes tightly as you let out a soft moan.

"Just relax, can you take two for me?" he asks softly as he slides his fingers in and out of your cunt very slowly at first. You nod as you breathe out, relaxing your body as much as possible. Dazai rubs small circles on your knee, using his thumb, relaxing you further.

"Of course you can. You want to be good for me, don't you?" he continues, making you focus on his voice as the stinging sensation is still there. You nod again, a soft moan escaping your lips.

"Good job pretty. Just keep on being good and I will make sure you enjoy yourself." his voice is silky and soft. He gradually speeds up his movement, making your hips twitch as you feel your pussy stretching. The bitter-sweet sensation of pleasure and mild pain makes you gasp out.

"I will turn you into a proper little slut soon enough, I promise." he says in a sly, lower tone as he leans to your other knee and places a soft kiss on top of it. Your pussy tenses up around him, slightly clenching his fingers.

"You like that? You want to be a little slut just for me?" he gives you a little smile, resting his cheek on your knee as his hand keeps the other one in place. You leak more precum around his fingers, a soft whimper slipping past your lips. You give him a small nod and his smile grows bigger, but seems cunning.

"You are a filthy little thing. If I didn't know better, I would assume you did this many times before." he lets out a breathy chuckle as he speeds up the movement of his fingers even more. They slide in and out of you fairly easily now, but you can still feel them stretching you out.

The stinging sensation subsides mostly by intriguing pleasure. You let out mellow moans, your back still arching slightly as Dazai focuses his movement on your g-spot, sending sweet jolting sensations through your body.

His fingers curl just a bit, each pump in and out making his fingertips rub your sweet spot perfectly. You clench around his fingers, intense warmth spreading through your body. He slowly moves his head away from your knee, straightening himself above you as he brings his other hand to your lower tummy. He places his palm on top of it, putting a bigger pressure on it as his thumb finds your clit, slowly moving up and down over it.

"You know what's the cutest thing about virgins?" he gives you a half-lidded gaze as he speeds up the thrust of his fingers, earning louder moans from you as his thumb switches to circular movement. You feel your lower tummy burn from sweet sensations, warmth spreading underneath your skin in quick waves.

"You tend to cum easily. It's so hard not to take advantage of that." he whispers, voice slightly trembling as he feels your pussy clench and your precum coat his fingers more. You let out a sharp gasp out as your thighs start to shake, an immense amount of teasing tingles making your heart beat faster.

You feel your orgasm coming quickly in a few mild waves. Dazai keeps up his movement, speeding up the thrusts of his fingers even more, relentlessly pressuring your sweet spot as his thumb pleases all needy spots of your clit. You feel a mixture of pain and pleasure, a few dim moans escaping your lungs as your release builds up quickly, almost reaching its peak. Dazai's gaze is greedy and hazy, head slightly tilted to the side as he observes your pretty face and reactions he was earning.

You tense for a moment as your orgasm reaches its peak, letting out a loud gasp followed by sweet moans as your body relaxes. Dazai keeps his movement, sending small jolts through your body as you feel overly sensitive. Your orgasm slowly melts away, sensations a bit more intense.

You let out a few quick, breathy whimpers and he extracts his fingers as well as moves away from your clit. You take a deep breath in as he adjusts himself between your legs, gently tapping your clit with the tip of his cock.

"You did so well for me. You can take more, right?" he asks in a silky tone, sliding his tip over your clit and inner lips. You shiver, giving him a small "yes" in a shaky tone. He lets a thicker string of spit fall down on his cock and pumps it a couple of times, coating it and making it wet.

"Such a good little thing." he praises as he aligns his cock with your entrance, slowly sliding it inside. You let out a sharp moan, your pussy tightening around him as he stretches you out. He leans his face close to yours, using his elbows as leverages next to your face and letting out a needy whine as his pelvic area kisses yours.

"Relax a bit." he whispers, and you try to untense your lower tummy. He places a soft kiss on your lips as he slowly slides his cock out, only leaving the tip inside, his shaky whimper spreading warm breath on your lips. You let out a sharp moan as he thrusts back inside with more force, suddenly and roughly stretching you out. A soft whine slips past his lips.

"So tight. You are making it hard for me to be gentle with you." he whispers, voice shaky as he begins thrusting in a faster pace. Your thighs tense up, more filthy sounds escaping your throat as the mix of pain and pleasure convulses your lower tummy. You put your hands on his shoulders, gripping tightly as he speeds up even more, already drunk in pleasure.

"You don't mind, right?" he asks in a steadier tone, gaze needy and sharp.

"N-no! I can take it!" you choke out as his cock keeps sending jolting sensations through your body.

"You are such a filthy little whore already." his words come out shaky as he speeds up even more, his cock relentlessly stimulating your sensitive spots inside. His balls roughly slap the underside of your pussy, making it feel warm and tingly, almost like it's bruising. You dig your fingernails into his shoulders, incoherently gasping in and out, each time his cock reaches the deepest spot inside of you.

His thrusts are long and heavy, but he gradually shortens them, making them quick and sharp. It stimulates your g-spot without a break, making your pussy clench and relax around him. Dazai lets out a few whimpers and whines of his own, his thrusts steady and precise regardless. He slowly leans away from you, placing his hands behind your knees and pushing them to your chest.

You choke out a breathy whine as he angles his hips a bit, reaching deeper than before, making sensations unbearable. Tears form inside your eyes as his strokes are quick and rough, vigorously pounding into you. Dazai lets out a silky whine, cursing under his breath as his grips tighten. His skin slaps yours without a break, leaving a vibrating sensation behind as his cock keeps pressuring all of your sensitive spots inside.

It feels pleasurable, too pleasurable, but unbearable. You grip the sheets tightly as your eyes fill up with even more tears. You let out a few snivels, tears quickly rolling down your cheeks as Dazai keeps his pace, not showing much sympathy.

"Ah, is my pretty little thing overwhelmed? You said you can take it." his voice is surprisingly steady and calm, opposing his unbearable thrusts. A few more little snivels escape your lips as more tears roll down your cheeks.

"Sorry pretty, tears don't work on me in the way you'd imagine. Quite the opposite, actually." he gives you a small smile you can barely see through clouded vision, your snivels turning into moans as his cock twitches inside of you, stimulating you even more.

"You are taking me so well, such a good little slut. Keep it up." his tone is sly as he presses your knees into your chest even more, rolling his hips into yours in a quick, merciless manner. He lets out a long, pathetic whine as even more tears roll down your cheeks, pleasure too overwhelming. Your lips part, a little string of drool glistening over them as weak, breathy moans slip past them. Your body feels sore, mind hazy as you get drunk on pleasure yourself.

"Your state is truly pathetic to look at, you are so easy to break. Such a filthy, dumb slut." his voice is a bit shaky, mixing with his own moans. Your cunt tightens around him even more, an intense heat spreading through your whole body as his cock keeps on stimulating the deepest and sweetest spots.

Your arms feel weak, hands barely gripping the sheets anymore as only moans can come out of your throat. You feel a heavy knot inside your tummy, more tears rolling down your cheeks. Dazai swiftly spreads your legs, moving them away from your chest and placing them on each side of his hips as he makes a deep thrust, reaching the deepest spot inside. You gasp out, more desperate snivels following.

Dazai leans his face close to yours, gently licking the tears away as his hips speed up even more. You weakly wrap your arms around his neck, feeling shaky and sore. He keeps on collecting your tears with his tongue as if they were a reward, softly kissing your cheeks after. Your lower tummy convulses in heavy, warm cramps as you feel another orgasm approaching. Dazai's cock pulsates inside of you, sending more vibration-like sensations to your g-spot as he feels you clench around him. Your moans become louder, more intense just like your pleasure.

"Gonna cum for me again? What a greedy little bitch you are." he chuckles, his voice getting drowned by his own moans as you leak more precum, edging him closer to his own release. Your fingernails dig into the nape of his neck harshly, earning a high-pitched whine from him. A strong wave of tingles spreads inside your lower tummy as you reach your orgasm, breathy moans escaping your lungs. Your thighs shake and Dazai doesn't slow down, his skin roughly slapping into yours, his cock not giving you a single break.

Your chest feels heavy and light at the same time, eyes rolling in the back of your head as your climax reaches its peak. Dazai places a sloppy kiss on your lips as he keeps up his relentless pace, his cock twitching even more. Both of your moans, whimpers and whines fill up the room as his pace becomes a bit messy, sharp gasp escaping his throat as he finally reaches his own orgasm.

A few thick whips of cum fill you up, sensation unfamiliar and odd, but still making your body shiver as you let out a faint moan. Dazai keeps on letting out breathy whimpers, kissing your chest to muffle them as his pace slows down.

He slowly fucks his cum into you, his breathing calming down quicker than yours.

"You did so well, you were so good for me." he whispers into your skin, planting more kisses on your chest as he slowly pulls out, making sure he doesn't make a mess. You let out a soft whimper as your pussy feels oddly empty. Dazai rolls to the side, bringing you closer to him. You put your leg over his hip, face snuggling into his chest. He kisses your forehead and as you calm down, he finally speaks.

"Are you in pain?" his voice is soft.

"No, not really. But I am sleepy." you whisper, slightly yawning as you become aware of your own tiredness.

"That's normal, but we should take a bath first." he gently brushes his fingertips over your cheek and you nod, kissing his chest.

After whispering sweet nothings to each other, loving words and little confessions, you take a long, relaxing bath together, enjoying each other in many more ways both of you desperately needed.

The End :) <3

I hope you liked it and enjoyed it! :) <3

Thank you so much for all the love and support, it means a lot to me! :D <3

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inspector-montoya-fox · 14 days

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It's always really difficult to choose between An Opera of Fear and A Cold Alliance for my favourite Sly 3 episode, but it's safe to say that Flight of Fancy is easily the most nostalgic. Not because it's rooted in my childhood memories (it is) but in the sense that it shares elements with episodes from Sly 2 during a game which presents the gang at the peak of their career. Let's discuss

I think we can all agree that the series very effectively presents the gang's development, not only as individual characters, but also as a team of thieves. Sly 1 shows the gang as teens during their first set of adventures which sprout from Sly's desire for vengeance. They make many mistakes, they don't really have planned heists or jobs - Sly just casually goes into every level breaking shit and then faces off the big baddie - and they surpass their own expectations of themselves to defeat Clockwerk in the end. Then, Sly 2 covers a crucial point in the gang's career. It felt as if up until this point they hadn't truly fucked up so they went into it being very cocky, especially Sly. And when they got their asses handed to them by Neyla, getting separated tested their individual and collective limits.

In Sly 3, the gang has evolved to master thieves, capable enough to feel comfortable recruiting and as such mentoring strangers and also worthy enough to inherit an entire lineage's stolen loot. This is also shown in the missions, which up in scale and spectacle. It's no longer just "follow this villain" or "pickpocket this person". It's a combination of missions we grew accustomed to during Sly 2 like "follow Octavio and do recon under time pressure", or something completely new. Right off the bat, for example, we send a ferris wheel rolling across Venice squashing guards in its way, like this is just a mission not Thunderbeak or something. Every Sly 3 mission evolves explosions, high-tech and the eventual mini boss-fight.

So it's then a bit surprising to see the gang reverting to their sneakier, more subtle ways during Flight of Fancy. That's not to say we don't have explosions and thrill in the episode (the dogfights, Muggshot vs Carmelita, wolf-riding, shooting literal fucking windmills into blimps), but the way they choose to sabotage the competition due to how delicate its internal politics are creates some nostalgia. Paddling around the sewers in a blow-up rowboat and breaking into the pilots' rooms is very Sly 2. It felt like something 18 year old Sly would do. Also, scaling the Baron's castle harks back to Sly 1's platforming and is reminiscent of how small Sly would seem when approaching a villain's daunting lair.

The design choices for the Netherlands seem primitive too, enhanced by the fact that we're in the countryside. I feel like there's that Sly 1 and 2 rule of thumb at play here, where Sucker Punch chose the aesthetic or genre first and then chose the location. For example, they wanted a spooky level in Sly 2 so they chose Prague which would accommodate the genre through its architecture and gothic character. That allowed them to exaggerate a lot in terms of level design. And it's the same for Flight of Fancy, where we have a spooky castle on top of a very cartoony hill and you can hide under haystacks. Oppositely, the rest of the game's levels seem to have departed from the previous entries' design principle (except Kaine Island, which is fully fictional). It feels as if SP chose Venice and wanted to play up how European it is, or the wilderness of the Australian outback but without any radical stylistic choices. The genres are explored through the narrative, not through design.

Lastly, let's close off with some Thieves in Time slander because it wouldn't be a signature me tumblr essay without it. If we really use the entirety of our brain power and manage to look past all of the game's bullshit, one additional flaw would be how it doesn't consider the gang's development when telling its story. I'm not saying that in the series' fourth game the gang should have been infallible or indestructible due to achieving master thief status in Sly 3, but here the mistakes they make feel so unnecessarily stupid and like shit they wouldn't have done even in Sly 1. Falling for Penelope's schtick twice; Sly letting his guard down during the Le Paradox boss fight after the Contessa; whatever the fuck went down in Arabia... yea.

#sly cooper #self-restraint means writing a tumblr essay without using gay vernacular as a replacement for words

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elijahslittleprincess · 11 months

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can you make headcanons about yandere klaus mikaelson x fem human reader

Yandere!klaus mikaelson x fem Reader headcanons

So this is a request made by @catmikaelson20 its my first headcanon ever so be nice haha enjoy.

Before you started dating, Niklaus wasn't that bad. He for sure knew he wanted to have you for himself and that you were destined to be his only but he wasn't really showing his obsessive and a bit psychotic side to you. ( Not that he wasn't stalking you and killing the man that was trying to get your attention away from him...) He just didn't want to scare you off so he just spoiled you with gifts and tried to hide his creepy side to show by showering you with affection and care.

However, when he finally confessed his feelings for you and you actually reciprocate, well things got very different.

You both started dating and faster than you could realise Niklaus was full on yandere with you.

You had no liberty anymore, you had to stay with him at all times. I mean...you couldn't even get to the bathroom without him and at first it scared the shit out of you.

You wanted to get out with friends, he needed to come with you. You needed to get to the grocery store, nope he would send someone else's to get it for you.

You were like the Red Riding Hood in the forest and Niklaus was the big bad wolf chasing you and never letting you out of his sight.

Niklaus was the epitome of jealousy and possessiveness. You belonged to him and him only for all eternity.

He trusted nobody when it came to you, not even his own brother Elijah to be around you without him. You were way too perfect and adorable for a man to resist you and he wouldn't risk it.

I mean what if you get attracted to this man more than him and he steals you away from him. What if you decide you are annoyed and tired of his obsessive behaviours and run away from him.

What he does to people he catches looking at you or touching you~ Well he kills them of course but not a fast and unpainful death. No he makes sure they suffer and die slowly for daring to look at his princess.

Niklaus is EXTREAMLY!!! clingy. He is always touching you and always has a hand on you. On your hips, your lower back of he's just holding your hands to make sure you are forever at arms length of him.

He's not afraid to show who you belong to, to others. Actually he loves it. It often happens that he kisses you hard and passionately in front of people that seem to have an interest in you. Sometimes he even likes to make you moan a bit by touching you or by biting your neck to give you some Hickey's and marks.

You have a really active sexe life because Niklaus always craves you and want to fuck you his. He love to smell himself on his little girl and when he fuck you he make sure your covered by it. He's you alpha male and if any other werewolf gets close to you they'll know who you belong to.

He asks to drink of your blood often because he is addicted by the taste of it and it is making him crazy to go without it for too long.

Even if you don't have 100% of your liberty, you could ask him for practically anything and he'll give it to you. I swear this man is your number one fan and he wants to make you the happiest he can.

Niklaus is protecting you from every threat and menaces. He'll never let anyone hurt you, ever and if by any miracle someone succeeds in doing so, well he's a dead man walking.

He asked the whole mikaelson family to be there for you if you needed and to protect you so, your pretty much safe.

Niklaus loves your humanity, yet he feels like he won't have you for himself forever so sometimes it trots in his mind to turn you. He'll give you the choices however and make sure you're feeling good and in security all along the process.

He absolutely heals any pain or injuries you have with his blood and he doesn't want you to ever suffer when he can keep you from it.

He cares and loves you with everything he is no matter if you're mad at him or pissed sometimes because he is too much for you. Klaus will always make sure to do everything he can to calm you down and bring you back to your loving and affectionate self with him. Anyway, you never stay mad at him for long.

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noodyl-blasstal · 4 months

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Hallmark Hate Club

Hey, hey you? Every considered what might happen if you lived in one of the small towns where every Christmas comes with endless big city professionals in search of romance? Ever thought about how you might feel if your friends were picked off one by one? Wanna read a silly festive fic about just that?

Look no further! Find Hallmark Hate Club here.

Need more convincing? Read chapter one below:

At its peak, the Hallmark Hate Club had thrived. Seven years in though? Membership was thin on the ground.

It was easy to set up back then, December in Rockport was characterised by the inability to move without stumbling into busy professionals from Neverwinter looking for lumberjacks and bakers to save them from burnout. It was understanding that people were peeved to find the streets littered with big city adults with big city jobs who didn’t understand small town charm. Taako, and Lup hated it. Passionately. Magnus and Sloane used to hate it too… December was already busy, what with trying to get last minute orders together; baking endless sugar cookies; brewing endless cups of cocoa for cold nosed ice skaters who were giggly and love drunk; and definitely absolutely positively not laundering any money. It sucked, it sucked hard.

Taako and Lup were the founding members, Magnus joined soon after, and Sloane was a shoo in when she explained to Taako that she’d need to set up a regular cookie order with him because of the amount of lawyers who had suddenly started hanging around her cocoa stand (which definitely wasn’t a front for anything illegal, she just didn’t want a load of lawyers in her hair all the time - that was perfectly reasonable) relentlessly ordering things.

They’d had fifteen in their heyday and it was great, they supported each other whenever someone from the business factory skidded adorkably on their floors, or when they had to refuse to take anyone from out of town anywhere near an ice rink. It worked too. They watched horror movies and ate anti-romance snacks (Taako developed a whole menu), and bitched about how gullible everyone else was. And then it happened.

Or, more specifically, Julia happened.

They didn’t notice at first, they never did. That was a pattern. He mentioned someone he’d met at work, someone who’d come to his ancestral christmas tree farm who wasn’t like the other city slickers. She was interested in wood composition because of her research, she had career aspirations and loved her job and wasn’t stressed at all. They thought he was safe. He wasn’t. Magnus mentioned that it was refreshing to have someone come through town who wasn’t aggressively looking for romance. She’d told him that she didn’t buy into all that nonsense. They’d all found it refreshing too. Until it wasn’t. Until he started missing Hate Club nights. Until he told them she was different in a new way, in a lovesick way, in exactly the way they were all used to hearing from the people who got got. And sure, Julia had moved here but kept her job, she went back on research projects but largely worked from home. And sure, Taako liked her, thought she was great in fact. But none of that changed anything. None of that altered the fact that Magnus betrayed them.

Sloane went last year.

Lup said she didn’t blame her, that it could happen to anyone, but Taako wasn’t convinced. He’d seen the beginnings of it. She could have avoided it. Sloane handed over a cocoa to one of the many interchangeable lawyers circling her stand, he turned too fast - enraptured by the sound of jingle bells on one of the sleigh rides shooting about town and making the roads dangerous (no one knew where the fuck the things came from. He’d brought it up at town meetings and there were no permits, no permissions, and no one recognised the drivers, but the ‘Garfield’s showed up every year to clog up the roads and leave horse shit everywhere.) The cocoa spilled all over Hurley. A complete stranger. Someone Sloane had absolutely no need to concern herself with. Instead, she offered her a towel. That was it.

Taako thought it was done once Hurley mentioned that she was chief of police in Goldcliff. Double done once she started talking about feeling burnt out. Taako tried valiantly to derail things while he finished delivering and racking the cookies for Sloane each day and she ignored him. Just like Magnus had ignored him. Sloane started to just be around less, and less, and less again, until they realised that she hadn’t come to a meeting in six weeks. Then they knew. They got married in Spring. Taako made the cake. It had ten layers. It was fucking delicious.

And now, so what if there were only three of them left? So what if Johnann hadn’t been to a meeting in weeks? It probably didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean he’d been got.

Lup sighs heavily and leans against him. "It got Johann." She turns her phone to Taako.

“Wait, what? Avi’s famous? Avi’s famous famous??? Fuck. How did we not notice?”

“It says here that he specifically didn’t tell anyone because he wanted to stay “low key” while he was in town.” Lup points to the line in the article.

Taako’s wants desperately to bite something. Hard. “Uh huh.”

“But then he saw Johann playing at the coffee shop open mic.”

“Of course he did.”

“And now they’re married and living in his penthouse apartment and Johann’s got a sell out world tour booked in.”

“It’s only been two weeks!”

Lup shrugs. “You know how it goes.”

“He didn’t even invite us to the wedding!”

“It says here they kept it small.” Lup points to the caption underneath a photo of Johann and Avi on a beach looking disgustingly happy.

“Sometimes I think this place is cursed.”

“I think they enjoy it, Taako. They seem happy.”

“Well Taako certainly doesn’t, and neither do you, right?”

“Right.” Says Lup. “It’s gross.”

Taako puts his serious face on. “This year we need to be extra careful, LuLu. We’re the only ones left.”

“Of course, we’ll be on top of it. We know the signs. No one’s coming for the Tacco twins.”

“Hey now, that’s not fair, Taako’s excellent with his ha…”

“No! Gross! Bad! You will not finish that sentence.” Lup nudges Taako hard with her elbow.

Taako snorts out a laugh and shoves her sideways. “Not getting got pact?” He offers out a crooked little finger for the traditional deal.

“Not getting got.” Lup sits up and hooks her finger round his.

“One! Two! Three! No romance!"

Chapter 2 here.

#Hallmark Hate Club #Taakitz #Blupjeans #Taako #Kravitz #TAZ Balance #The Adventure Zone #Taz fic #Noodyl Writes #Barry Bluejeans #Lup

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sevikasleftpussyflap · 2 years

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Okay but like...

Not the Reader getting sloppy drunk and trying to hug Sevika's butt because she loves it so much sslkdfjldsjfl.

Not her trying to sleep on Sevika's ass bc it's so plush and full, better than any pillow.

sdfkljdslfkjldskjflkdsjf I'll see myself out.

See yourself back in! Also this is ALL OVER THE PLACE im sorry

Sevikas card games are boring af to you so the night usually ends with you really drunk or really high

Y'know that disgusted look she gives the head-licker? If you're an asshugger, that will be paired with a "the fuck are you doing"

If you try to sleep on her ass, she'll pull your complaining body into her arms because frankly, she's embarrassed for you

Will hold you there until you sleep that shit off

Of course, you love all of Sevika so much so none of her body parts are safe

You're at the card table in the brothel, high af in her lap and your face is just buried in those milkers

You've been there so long she's actually concerned because you haven't come up for air

Soft, supple skin overlaying hard muscle pressed against your cheeks. You could barely draw breath, but it didn’t stop you from cupping her breasts and pressing them closer to your face. A hand tangles itself in your hair, firmly but gently pulling your face up to gaze at Sevika's mildly vexed one. “Time to breathe, dumbass.”

Okay, but the nose you love to ride so much? That's getting raspberries blown on it while she keeps her poker face for the boys

Her jaw and neck are sloppily kissed, covered in saliva. Y'know how a dog slobbers?

It’s the third time you’ve missed her lips. Excitement at the cigar finally leaving her mouth may have muddied your coordination because once again, your lips found their way to her jaw. You hope that it looked natural (it did not) and that she was too focused on her card game to notice (she was not). To you, her eyes not leaving the game meant that she had decided it was more important. You begin sucking on her jaw, seeing how much you can get away with. After about thirty seconds, you forget your purpose and start nibbling out of boredom. Sevika’s eyes look down at you and find you with your teeth on display, closed around her jaw, staring wide-eyed up at her. She grimaces slightly when you pull away, a string of spit connecting you two until it breaks. “Wow! That’s really big.” The dark bruise stands out against her skin and you excitedly go to make another.

Also, you're still annoying even though you should be passed tf out by now

"Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry-" “Can you go like,” your eyes are captivated with the glowing tip of the cigar as she gestures with it. “Five minutes without being a brat.”

Randomly rag dolling in her arms

Anyway you're being an annoying, distracting little shit but she lets you bc she has a soft spot for you stoned and bc you're her baby

You can't understand a word of the convo she's having but you giggle when she does. And when she blows smoke in your face, you think it's the funniest thing ever

"That funny, baby?"

Okay BUT HER BEING PROTECTIVE OF YOU IN THIS STATE

Your adorable antics are attracting attention and she'll snap if anyone gets too close

The fabric that clothed your upper thigh felt as if it were set alight by the hand that was resting on your backside. A hard-muscled body against your front was the only thing in focus, the Brothel and its inhabitants were nothing but a blurred backdrop that could’ve been on a different planet for all you knew. You sure felt like you were floating in space, weightless enough where you would lean back only to feel a hand push you back onto your rock. Every so often one of the prostitutes would approach the gambling table with drinks and they no longer cooed at you in fear of the harsh dismissal your girlfriend would give them. The only thing you could focus on was the delicious looking liquid, rudely kept out of your reach and replaced with a scarred hand offering you water. Dazed, red eyes trail from the glass to Sevika’s face, specifically the seldom smile enclosed around a cigar. “Bottoms up.” “Can I have tequila?” Smoke blows from her nostrils in an amused huff. “Hell no.”

#sevika x reader #arcane sevika x reader #sevika imagine

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biillyhargroves · 2 years

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I like to think about Steve and Billy having a little list of safewords or specific phrases that mean and communicate certain things, so they can both feel safe and can control situations without having to be overtly vulnerable.

"Snow zone" for when Billy needs out. Needs to leave, or stop whatever the fuck they're doing/talking about, needs gone like now.

"Can anyone else smell Twinkies?" for when Steve is checking in. Any form of agreeable answer is Billy giving the okay right back, anything else is a negative.

Certain nicknames inadvertently become part of it, too. Billy knows that when Steve calls him Baywatch he's a little on edge, riding the wrong side of the happiness highway, knows to not antagonise him so much.

Likewise Steve knows if Billy starts calling him High Society he's fucked for any sort of companionable interaction today. Billy's just in That Mood, the kind that leaves bruises, and he needs to back off and let Billy come back to him of his own accord.

Just. Like the thought of Billy getting overwhelmed at a party, so many eyes on him who'd see the cracks in his façade if he skipped out early, so he sidles up to Steve, makes small talk for a minute before saying do you think there's Barbican in the punch? and they part ways, but five minutes later Steve is making a big show of dragging Billy out of the house, pretending he's making Billy drive him home, and they're in the car after when Billy leans over the centre console, cheek on Steve's shoulder, soft and quite as he says thank you and Steve just turns the heat up a little higher, changes the station to smooth rock and promises Billy they'll raid the Harrington House freezer for all the pizza pockets its got when they get back.

Listen, I hear this. I adore it. I am obsessed with it. They would absolutely do this, even have a word to jolt themselves out of stupid arguments that get over-heated because they're both on edge all the time, are both a little high strung thanks to the horrible parents and the demon creatures crawling beneath Hawkins, and sometimes they need a reality check. They'll be screaming at each other about some stupid shit, one of them got the date wrong for something or other, now they're at each other's throats, and Steve just shouts, "Peaches! Peaches." And Billy blinks at him, forgetting, for a minute, what the word's supposed to mean, and when he realizes he can't help but laugh. Yeah, that was a stupid fucking argument. He sighs, agrees, "Peaches." They drop the fight, move on with their day.

They have their own secret language, new meanings tacked onto everyday phrases. "Let's go for a drive." means You look tired, let's go home. "Wanna smoke?" means Step outside, take a breath. "Got a light?" means I need out of here.

But I raise you: Steve and Billy come up with non-verbal signals to check in with one another and let each other know when they are struggling and need an out, because Billy is self-conscious and worries that their friends will riddle out their code words and sometimes Steve gets too shaken up to remember the right phrase to use. They both have panic attacks they often can't talk through, both get sudden bouts of anxiety, so they build in new ways to communicate with each other. Steve squeezes Billy's wrist twice: I'm done. Let's leave. Billy taps Steve palm three times: I need you. They speak in soft touches and passing glances, can read each other's faces, know how to maneuver one another out of uncomfy situations. They have plans in place, carefully rehearsed routines, escape routes from every local haunt and all the houses they've ever partied at.

They even use their secret language when it's just the too of them, especially after Starcourt when sometimes Billy is in too much pain or Steve is too in his head to speak. One will lace their fingers with the other and squeeze tight: Are you okay? The other squeezes back to answer, one pulse for No, two for I'm fine, three for Ask me again later. They even use sign language from time to time, pick up phrases from a little book Robin left behind in Steve's car once. They learn how to tell each other that they're in pain or that they're tired or that they need help without ever having to turn on their voices, practice with each other to make sure that they'll always know what the other is trying to say, even if they can't get the words out to say it.

#anon #answered #harringrove #i will be thinking about this for ages thank u

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thewalkingdeadband · 1 year

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CARYL'S LAST EPISODE... (It IS going to be long, beware...) please note that these are only my opinion and the things i felt while watching

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I dont know where to start... i posponed in order to try to gather my thoughts but its hard..

Im not okay. Im not fine. I keep thinking about what we were supposed to have. Them riding off together. Now imagine the same ending scene for them, saying both goodbye to the kids and Ezekiel, with the same beautiful music in the background....

We probably wouldn't have had an I love you then, nor a kiss i believe, but we would've had them leaving together and riding off to their spin off. Which was the plan. Which was the fucking plan. The fucking endgame plan. With or without canon. This is all i could think while watching the scene and hearing the music behind.

I was so caught up in the episode earlier with Rosita and everything happening that it almost took me the time jump to remember that it was the last twd ep ever and that they were going their separate ways at the end, within the next 20 mns or so. Thats when it hit me. Again.

So they were together the whole way this episode, taking care both of Judith, Carol taking care of Daryl, both respectfully giving Magna/Connie/Yumiko/Kelly some space to say goodbye and mourn Luke while trying to save Jude. And while watching over her, they gave each other at some point a beautiful longing look .

She helped him giving his blood, she teared up with relief when Little ass kicker woke up, her hands in her hair.

I loved all that.

Then: bam, action, back to the rest of the episode, fastforward to the end with them locking Pamela up and giving her the same kind of speech Richonne gave when they locked up Negan in the s8 finale. Please. And let's not even go back to Family 11.23, where they ran with Judith in Daryl's arms and Carol clearing the way, just as Richonne with Carl in s6.... Please, again.

But back to Rest in Peace:

Time jump: we have Connie running towards Daryl and my heart shattered a little, thinking "oh no its like Zeke in 9x01, they made them canon post time jump". But no, so huuuuuge relief, cause im not gonna lie and pretend: she did look like a girlfriend running towards her boyfriend in this scene, and that was totally done on purpose i believe. That said, we knew he was leaving and as far as we knew not with Connie so it didnt make sense for me to actually worry i guess ?

And then we see Carol. Short haired. Which i liked. Because if having long hair meant feeling safe enough coz Ed couldnt grab them anymore so no need to cut them short, having short hair again meant, in my opinion: now i feel safe regardless of my haircut, no one's gonna hurt me, Ed is long dead, i can feel safe and relaxed with long OR short hair.

And then we have the goodbye....

I wish you were coming with me. I was torn between screaming "dont we all" and "no shit sherlock".

This is going to be good for you, for me.

Yes. You heard that. To be separated. Good.for.them. Why? How? When? The hell does it mean? I had time to think abt it, and i dont like what i came up with:

"i love u too much and it scares me? We're too fusional? We hurt each other too much lately?? You re better off without me because im not good for u anyway? And to be alone - without u- for a while will allow me some time to heal ?"

After he says goodbye to the kids and zeke, Judith goes, hey, daryl, u deserve happiness too and yes, she seems to look behind, towards Carol but no, im not going to make conclusions out of it even if i love the idea, especially considering what Norman said to Vanity fair abt this line ("if there is any line from the finale that carries over to the spin off , it's that one"). That doesnt look good but i also know not to make a big deal out of what actors say - good or bad, honestly - and at this point i dont wanna care for now, we'll see.

Here's the link for this interview:

Then ... I LOVE YOU

SO... unfortunately, it was said in the same episode than Rosita/Eugene's i love you, and than Magna's " I love you" and "we love you so much" to Luke. So yeah, anyone can see it as platonic if they want to, and put Caryl in the same box as Rosita/Eugene and Luke/his group. It was done on purpose to me.. a la "see? This is the last episode, so this is the episode of the i love yous and do what u want with it"

BUT... the way he said it sounded romantic as hell to me (same as the look he gave her when he answered "yeah..." to her "its a beautiful day to head out"...).

This is her answer/response that bothered me. He said it as a sort of relief for me, like "i finaaaally let it out of my chest", and "i fucking mean it" but she brushed it off, a la "yeah sure pookie dont make fun of me" and to be honest i was almost expecting her to have a "staaaaap" Daryl call back (rofl/tears/idontevenknowanymore). Then she kind of realised he was serious and answered a bit shyly/awkardly i love u too. I was like oh come on!!!! Does she STILL think she's not good enough for his love??

To me he looked disappointed for a nanosecond, and then "oh well", touches her face, they hug, smile, look sad, and off we go. (Yes, maybe it was more Melissa/Norman than Caryl at this point, i dont know).

And then he looks like he wants to say something to her again, and i want to believe it was something like either "u sure u dont want to come ? Please come? " And/ or "i actually love you, you know ? " but eh...

At the end of the day, of course i loved the I love you. For freak's sake, he didnt say it to anyone else in this show, and it is a big deal coming from him, and he said it first. He could have just said: im gonna miss u so much. No, his last words to her were i love you. His last words ever in the main show were to Carol and it was I love you. Of course i screamed with joy regardless of everything.

Ok, to end this dead ass long post, two more things:

Considering everything, im glad Carol's with the kids. Since i like Carick, it gives me hope that maybe, maybe, he could reunite with his kids and Carol (with Rick being forever grateful to her once more), with Daryl - and Michonne of course - being obviously right beside him... since a Rickyl reunion is more than sure at this point, which would lead to a - one can hope- Caryl reunion too...

Also i like the idea of Judith taking care of Carol like Daryl asked. After everything, this is a nice concept. She needs to be taken care of, for once. And if its by the kids, nice touch, since she's taken care of them so much. Plus Carol and Judith being close is all i ever hoped for.

On a lighter note - and please note that it was only a joke to cheer me up, and that i LOVE Ezekiel :

Not my bf saying while watching the caryl goodbye: "look at Zeke being "lets get the fuck out of here kids im not watching this emotional goodbye" while still staying not too far behind to make sure Daryl's actually leaving"

It made me laugh trough my tears, but in all seriousness, Zeke gave them space and i loved him for that, also his hug with Daryl was heartfelt and touching. I want him to find happiness and really move on.

NB: i had a thousand more things to say, but its already way too long...

NB bis: i wish they had brought up the cherokee rose. They were in a beautiful place where there were probably a lot of flowers, he could have taken one and put it in her hair to cheer her up since she was crying and sad. Well, cherokee roses may not be easy to find i dont know... but you know, anything that makes a nice call back to that. Or the acorns. Or the bracelet. Make one last cute joke abt that. For example.

Oh, and have u seen how Maggie asked to see and talk to them both about exploring the world? Since Carol says u want to talk etc. I bet this scene wasnt changed and was in the original way to send caryl into their spin off...

#caryl #caryl fam #caryl forever

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kithtaehyung · 2 years

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- Holding on to the order of angst, fluff, smut, idk if its the same order every time in the description but with the rest of the tags, if smut is last, there has to be plenty of fluff

- IT’S NOT NAMJOON!!!!!!!!!!!

- IT’S NOT HOBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- “If you can focus on your work shit, he can, too.” All up in his mind like Beyonce

- I saw her!!!!!!!! - biting my hand to not scare my neighbors

- Oh god, Ryen, dont take this from us: “Yoongi decides that he wants more of it. In a lot of other aspects of his life.”

- Jungkook no!!!! It better be Dom, please be Dom!!!!!

- “You were able to pull him upward.” Baby please continue to pull through oh god no fuck ahhh

- “If he’s gonna bow out, he’s gonna do all the shit he wants to do first. One last time before reality fully severs the string that shouldn’t have tethered to your heart.” No he’s going to break her… no no no no no

- ITS NOT JIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OHMYGOD!!!!!!!

- “If it was Yuri instead…” oop!!

- “Kook said he saw you today.” YES YOONGI!!!!!!! TALK IT OUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!!!

- “Told him I’m seeing someone.” YES!!!!!!!!

- “He didn’t say no. He didn’t say no. Don’t assume anything and just follow his lead.” YES!!! RYEN THE BACK AND FORTH!!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!!

- “I could answer for him.” God this is so sexy… Ryen my emotions are all over the fucking place!! Im shaking!!!!!

- “Without even knowing if your feelings would reflect off the Moon.” Oh god, so painfully beautiful

- “Realizing that the last conversation you’ll have here mirrors the very first.” I’m really holding on to the hope that since there is so much angst already this will end in fluff 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

- “before going back to the table. // Where Yoongi hasn’t moved at all.” Ooo he’s replaying that convo from the other girl that happened there too isnt he… oh god

- “This old, silly man.” God i love her, please turn the tables and realize the power you have!!!!

- “I want all of it.” YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!! COMMUNICATIOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!!

- “And you’ll be okay. No matter what happens now, you’ll brave those waters.” Ryen, I can’t, this is everything! Everything!

- “Your dick is big and I wanna suck it.” Ryen!!!! I love her!!!!!

- “The whole world needs to hear that.” I know there are still problems, and that they know there are… but they are so in love! Oh my god!!! 😭😭😭😭

- “But you won’t say them tonight. Partly because you don’t want to overshadow his vulnerability, and partly because there’s still a slice of you that needs a little more assurance.” Ah! Good for her!!!!

- Oh my god Holly!!!!!!!!!

- “You make me feel safe.” Yes boo tell her!!! Oh my god!!

- “Holy fuck, what else has he been screaming without a word?” shit

- “His hold on you gets tighter, and you feel the warmth of something sliding down your neck.” Shit shit shit shit shit shit oh god can i handle his tears??

- Ryen… the overstimulation… the riding… hands down the best smut i ever read, so filthy!!!

- “Gonna warn you now: you might get tired of me, doll.” 😭😭😭😭 thank you thank you thank you thank you

- Of fuck we’re doing Friday too??? Oh god… please dont be more angst oh god!!!

- “Because you’re a princess, he would say. And every princess needs a guard.” This is so fucking sweet i love this so much!!!!

- “Where’s my hi?” Bitch! Is he fuckin insane?!!?!?

- “Maybe telling him about Yoongi will be somewhat okay.” Oh god it’s going to be terrible oh my god

- “Feel like y’all can pick up where you left off.” Oh shit, oh god please dont send Yoongi back oh fuck

- “Yoongi [10:06pm]: It’s all good. I got us” oh thank fuck

And Jin is the brother?? For some reason i misread the convo and thought bro was saying his name like another person was in town. But he was talking in the third person… which is on brand lol

And for the record i did cry it was so beautiful. Just, all the dialogue as she is bravely stating what she wants as he’s eeking out his own confessions. Fucking masterful! I’m in awe, man. You’re so good at this! 💕

Now I have to go eat because I havnt yet lol

As always, just thank you!!

-🚌

Ooooooooh, I read things right the first time then! It’s not Jin, got it! -🚌

AHHHHH BUSSS i'm finally getting able to respond to the spoiler heavy reviews so let's get it😤

You won’t hold my hand (and you don’t have to thank you thank you thank you! Like still some angsty shit ahead but god am i relieved holy fuck), but you will read my live reactions… though i think i misunderstood and misinterpreted the brother reveal… Holding on to the order of angst, fluff, smut, idk if its the same order every time in the description but with the rest of the tags, if smut is last, there has to be plenty of fluff

that's correct!! i said i wouldn't hold any hands bc the fluff at the end :))) i wanted to spoil everyone but of course, we had to go through some TOUGH shit first ughhh. and i love live reactions! they're so fun to read lmfao i don't mind at alll. you ended up being right the first time, yeah dkdfjd it's none of them!

i always put it in the same order (angst, fluff, smut) since it's alphabetical :D putting it in different orders for the fic would be wayyy too spoiler-y !! wanna keep y'all on ur toes ehehe

- IT’S NOT NAMJOON!!!!!!!!!!! IT’S NOT HOBI!!!!!!!!!!!!! “If you can focus on your work shit, he can, too.” All up in his mind like Beyonce

ITS NOT THEMMM just rapline in the studio doing their thing :DD and he's still thinking of reader.. sigh..

- I saw her!!!!!!!! - biting my hand to not scare my neighbors Oh god, Ryen, dont take this from us: “Yoongi decides that he wants more of it. In a lot of other aspects of his life.” Jungkook no!!!! It better be Dom, please be Dom!!!!!

as soon as the her came out, it was all sorts of overthinking for us! and the quote that you put for yoongi :(( ughhhh yeah.

IT BETTER BE DOM DFHKSDHFSDF SDF

- “You were able to pull him upward.” Baby please continue to pull through oh god no fuck ahhh “If he’s gonna bow out, he’s gonna do all the shit he wants to do first. One last time before reality fully severs the string that shouldn’t have tethered to your heart.” No he’s going to break her… no no no no no

gosh, yoongi's and jungkook's whole conversation was full of unspoken feelings on both of their parts. and it's so sad to think that jk sees this as a beginning of sorts and yoongi sees it as the beginning of an end.

- “Of course, this could just be another byproduct of your worrying, so you blaze past it. No more of that, remember? He’s proven himself over and over that you don’t have to second guess.” Ryen no!!!! How could you!!! Worry, girl worry!!!! - “Kook said he saw you today.” YES YOONGI!!!!!!! TALK IT OUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!!!!!! “Told him I’m seeing someone.” YES!!!!!!!! “He didn’t say no. He didn’t say no. Don’t assume anything and just follow his lead.” YES!!! RYEN THE BACK AND FORTH!!!! THIS IS TOO MUCH!!! “I could answer for him.” God this is so sexy… Ryen my emotions are all over the fucking place!! Im shaking!!!!!

the whole first kitchen scene took a long time to write. not as long as the second kitchen scene that took all of my brain power, but this one also took some writing and rearranging and editing/deleting. like the 3tan9 scraps docs is 3k+ words. i had to shave off a lot that didn't seem like it fit right! but i'm proud of reader for telling yoongi what she said to jk. like. that's a huge admission (aND it's literally reader's last thought in sundress season!!!! this wasn't a surprise but it is to yoongi :')))) )

yoongi saying "i could answer for him" got me good i'm glad you pointed that line out too LMAO

- “Without even knowing if your feelings would reflect off the Moon.” Oh god, so painfully beautiful “Realizing that the last conversation you’ll have here mirrors the very first.” I’m really holding on to the hope that since there is so much angst already this will end in fluff 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 “before going back to the table. // Where Yoongi hasn’t moved at all.” Ooo he’s replaying that convo from the other girl that happened there too isnt he… oh god

i'm glad you like the sun/moon analogy!! and i wanted to tie back to it with yoongi's kiss being moonlight. because.. what is moonlight? :'))) god i'm emotional all over again SDFKDFH

oh my goddd your last point i'm gonna fcking flip this gd table!!!!

- “This old, silly man.” God i love her, please turn the tables and realize the power you have!!!! “I want all of it.” YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSS!!!! COMMUNICATIOOOOOOOOOON!!!!!! “And you’ll be okay. No matter what happens now, you’ll brave those waters.” Ryen, I can’t, this is everything! Everything!

old reader would've never called him silly. this was such a simple yet really hard hitting line for me.

COMMUNICATION BABYYY WE ARE ADULTS AND WE'RE GONNA FCKING T A L K. AND WE LOVE IT. yoongi's a straight-shooter. we know this. but after everything he's been thinking about himself? this was huge. and reader's braving the waters of her ocean<333

- “Your dick is big and I wanna suck it.” Ryen!!!! I love her!!!!! “The whole world needs to hear that.” I know there are still problems, and that they know there are… but they are so in love! Oh my god!!! 😭😭😭😭 “But you won’t say them tonight. Partly because you don’t want to overshadow his vulnerability, and partly because there’s still a slice of you that needs a little more assurance.” Ah! Good for her!!!!

I LOVE READER TOO i legit cackled when those words came out lmfaoooo and her saying that to yoongi, a very private person that doesn't show anyone his shit? that meant the universe, i feel like. she's so genuine and he just. i. don't even have words atp....

- Oh my god Holly!!!!!!!!! “You make me feel safe.” Yes boo tell her!!! Oh my god!! “Holy fuck, what else has he been screaming without a word?” shit “His hold on you gets tighter, and you feel the warmth of something sliding down your neck.” Shit shit shit shit shit shit oh god can i handle his tears??

HOLLYYYYYYY YESSSS and the feeling safe conversation?? like. psychological safety is incredibly important, and yoongi gives that to reader. we knew this. but she does the same for him and now that she knows what's going on in that brain of his? oh. i am so fcking excited to explore even more growth for the both of them.

- Ryen… the overstimulation… the riding… hands down the best smut i ever read, so filthy!!! “Gonna warn you now: you might get tired of me, doll.” 😭😭😭😭 thank you thank you thank you thank you

wait are you fr?? the best??? no wait that's too much praise i- thank you so damn much!!

and of course we have one of my fave lines from yoongi bc what did he say in a previous 3tan ask/tell? THISSS.

- Of fuck we’re doing Friday too??? Oh god… please dont be more angst oh god!!! “Because you’re a princess, he would say. And every princess needs a guard.” This is so fucking sweet i love this so much!!!! “Where’s my hi?” Bitch! Is he fuckin insane?!!?!? “Maybe telling him about Yoongi will be somewhat okay.” Oh god it’s going to be terrible oh my god “Feel like y’all can pick up where you left off.” Oh shit, oh god please dont send Yoongi back oh fuck “Yoongi [10:06pm]: It’s all good. I got us” oh thank fuck

we were doing friday too yessss!! i was about to cut it at the night at yoongi's, but i was like.. nah. we're doing this fck it lmao. i think it turned into a much more fitting ending spot, too.

AND HOBI I KNOWWWWWWWW but then. then. yoongi. i wanna box him so fcking bad put me in the ring right now.

finally we have the reason bro wanted reader to stay for the party. he wanted to surprise both of them. so that should say something about his feelings towards jungkook..

I GOT US. USSSSSS. GOODBYEEEEEEEE

argh you are so so nice for this amazing live commentary! i laughed, cried, everything. sending you tissues and a hug ASAPPP i'm honored you think it's masterful.. kinda blushing kinda shy kinda hiding in my hoodie hahahah thank you endlessly, bus!!!

#WHEWWWWW #amazing!!#🚌 anon #lovely people #3tan9 #3tan spoilers #3tanbro #asks:3tan #*ryenfictalk #long post #mailbox💌

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Rings of Power - Episodes 7, 8 and Full Season Review

So now we reach the end, the Rings of Power had its final two episodes, so it's time to see if it finished on a bang or a whimper as it attempts to push a renewal

Spoilers for the episodes

So episode 7 was fine, a bit on the safe side at times but still solid, leading into the finale which was much better and definitely felt like a finale, not perfect of course but I wasn't disappointed with the finale. Still, there were some ups and some downs, and since it's the season finale I'll split it into the two episodes and then the full season.

Episodes 7 & 8

Let's get the chronologically first negative out of the way: you cannot survive a pyroclastic flow. That thing spits out of the same place the lava does; it is not like a fog, it is a thick wave of molten hot gases like carbon and sulfur, and smoke particles whose very touch would sear your flesh. Pompeii exists as proof of that, the fact that Galadriel et al wake up just with a blanket of ash on them is laughably fictitious.

As usual, Galadriel remained problematic to the end. Episode's 7 mini-adventure with Theo perhaps didn't have the effect it intended, Galadriel has had plenty of time, chances and people telling her that she's blinded by rage to only now admit she's being a hypocrite to a person who has no context, also suddenly Celeborn does exist and allegedly died (he could come back sure, but it'd have to be one hell of an explanation) to push the romantic tension with Halbrand. Also it seemed again Un-Galadriel even Warrior Galadriel to go 'we could still make one of you yet' to a child asking if he's a soldier, the answer is supposed to be no. By the finale my annoyance rose by the fact that they have her find out Halbrand is Sauron but then decide to tell nobody! The only one she protects is herself with this information, and it's annoying that they have her suggest three rings instead, she literally just came in right at the end of this whole process. We also got another lingering slow-mo horse riding scene, which fails to capture to same energy and essence the movies did.

Griping ensued with Halbrand aka Sauron. I am relieved that Halbrand is Sauron, but I hate the way we went about it. Of course Amazon would choose the most fanfic-baiting option with the whole 'be my queen' shit, really opening Pandora's Box for the whole 'enemies to lovers' bandwagon to take over and consume expectations for the next season. Frankly I also don't like that Halbrand up and said he was Sauron, sure we needed a way to introduce him to Celebrimbor but also keep him from making the Elven rings, but I don't see why we couldn't have simply had him introduce himself as Annatar Lord of Gifts instead. Simply recover, inspire Celebrimbor, be confronted by Galadriel to reveal himself as a Maia and then depart on good terms to 'lead' the Southlands pretending it to be his new purpose Galadriel put him on while also revealing to unaware viewers that he is indeed Sauron.

A small and rare Harfoots gripe exists also in these episodes, mainly of the group that comes looking for the Stranger. Goldie going with the group didn't feel quite right, given that Largo had been considered the adventurous one and gives the big hopeful speech, feel like he earned a spot on the travelling party more. Sadoc dying perhaps could've been more emotive if he had a greater role in the Harfoots plot too.

As for the Dwarven storyline, Elrond claiming he intentionally lost the Dwarven challenge didn't sit right with me, he could be lying but I think there's more stock in him losing because it showed limitations for elves and strength for Dwarves. Awakening the Balrog early for an Episode 7 stinger which doesn't get picked up on in the finale was cheap as well, Durin's Bane isn't supposed to awaken this early anyway, sometimes there's a little too much wink and nudging, such as using on-screen text to change the Southlands to 'Mordor', you could just say it without being cheesy.

My last gripe does have to come with the absence of plot points in the finale too. It's all well and good having Isildur's sister look into the Palantir and off-screen convince Númenor to assemble a fleet, but what about Isildur? We know he's not dead so why are we lingering on it? Same can be said for the unsatisfactory conclusion of Durin being disowned, Arondir, Theo and Bronwyn not finding their new settlement, and perhaps an explanation on how the Elven rings will help all Elves and not just the 3 ringbearers? I know the finale has a time limit but the Númenor plot did have an open ending on episode 7 enough for its episode 8 stuff to have been saved for Season 2.

On the positives side, the strongest plots remained strong. Durin and Elrond's plot still remains the most emotive and compassionate of the series, while the Harfoots storyline remains the most hopeful and joyful.

King Durin and Largo stood out in episode 7 with their contrasting speeches, but speeches that hit home to define the very gestalt of their races. Now that we're safe in knowing that bondage slim shady isn't Sauron, the power move on burning the caravans - after the Stranger had brought a harvest but sent away because Dilly walked towards the crackling tree like a moron - was still impressive while also showing that it's effortless for them.

I was going to be negative about Númenor, given that Elendil was quick to forsake the land he would later rule for the kingdom of men, but episode 8 did turn me around with him deciding to persevere. Isildur's absence was noticed in 8 but Míriel at least got some more stuff to do now that she's a blinded Queen, the fact that a fleet meets their return does look to better push forward the plotline of Men who would become of the Dúnedain.

Keeping Bronwyn and Arondir's status until Theo finds out was a clever move though, because you carry the same uncertainty to a nice payoff. Nice is an optimal word too in juxtaposition to House of the Dragon, where if it were that show, both would've ended up dead. That being said, it is worth praising the show for not shying from showing the graphic injuries sustained.

The Sauron misdirect worked perfectly for Episode 8, making us think it's the Stranger first while being blatant about Halbrand. While earlier I did say I'd be upset if the Stranger was Gandalf, I've come around a bit on it, the actor is doing pretty well to be charming and witty like Gandalf now that he speaks full sentences. Halbrand meanwhile was the perfect option to be Sauron out of the candidates, handsome and tricky, with a way of putting intent into others' minds without them knowing, while I do dislike that we outed him early and that Galadriel knows (which also makes her temptation of the ring dumber since she would've known not to be burned twice by him) we at least have a positive direction to take. The Sauron eye motif when forging the 3 rings did not go unnoticed too.

I liked the Magic Battle as well, it was an improvement of the Gandalf vs Saruman wirework fight of Fellowship, but it at least felt like magic against the pre-wraiths (can't be the actual wraiths since the Nazgul were the nine kings). And as much as I dislike Galadriel, her giving up her brother's dagger to get the materials to forge the rings was a clever piece of symbolism.

Overall Season

In the end the Rings of Power was never going to match to neither book nor movie, but I am at least glad that I gave it a go. It's not perfect, but it's not the worst thing I've seen either.

On the overall negative side I think I hated Galadriel's plot the most because it was overkill on 'this is our marketable strong woman main character' whereby Galadriel acts out of character and yet continues to get vindicated in the long run. It's not Clark's acting though that's the problem, it's simply the writing; personally I think this whole plot would've worked better if Galadriel was instead an original content elven warrior searching for revenge and vindicated less, I would not have made her the poster girl either, since she mainly achieved that in Name Value, whereas Elrond, the Stranger or Nori seem the more organic choices. A similar change would be to not say that Elrond is a 'politician', just let him be a captain of the guard for Gil Galad - who could also use more character than a 1990s RPG Quest Giver with only 3 expressions - and then the plot needn't change. I would've cut the Balrog too and perhaps improved the Theo plot, while giving Adar much more threat and screentime given that we don't see him fight AT ALL, the pre-wraiths could've shown up a little earlier too as well as some more screentime for Celebrimbor given how key he is to forging the rings, as well as some conclusive tidbits for Arondir's group and Isildur surviving. And of course I'd swap the Sauron reveal for the aforementioned Annatar stuff.

But on the positive we had excellent work from Elrond and Durin, as well as the charming nature of the Harfoots and the Stranger. Elrond's actor exudes a somewhat Ewan McGregor Obi-Wan charisma that continues to impress me, and Durin's emotional scenes really hit the right notes in enriching the bond the two have. With the Harfoots we also get a positive message of hope, companionship and nurture, with enough adventure to advance it's plot but enough mileage to go further. Honestly, it surprised me how much love Galadriel's plot got and how much vitriol the Harfoots plot got on social media, given how I felt quite the opposite. The growing guessing game of Who is Sauron was a great little hook for the plot, with a solid payoff on who it was in the end. We were treated to some fantastic scenery too, with each area standing out so you knew what plot you were following, some great music as well (Khazad-Dum and White Leaves remain my favourites) and a solid ending.

So yeah, I'll be watching season 2.

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So, Gravity’s Rainbow is legit about the relationship between ballistic missiles and erections. Seriously, lol. It’s pretty good I guess, although I’m not reading with enough purpose to be able to tell you the actual point.

It’s sort of about control/intention versus randomness and chance. And it is interesting to think about sexual desire along that axis.

Like, it does seem like art and criticism eschew this topic, don’t take it seriously. Or else just deem it too opaque to actually explore. Everything is about sexual identity, which is really about making our sex lives acceptable to others. Or, it’s safety and control: safe-sex, consent, etc.

It’s never about desire and the random arbitrariness combined with the socially overdetermined nature of it all. Like, nothing about what we desire is natural and it’s all so hyper specific. It makes the concept of sexual identities seem way to broad.

I mean, I get it. I’ve never felt desire for a man, so it seems to work pretty well in that respect, but just saying that I like women seems pretty far from the mark too.

I get trying to make it legible for others, but these things make your sexuality opaque to individuals when they’re all the culture educates us about. And they totally fail to get at how what turns you on is so situational, it can hardly be generalized in that way.

Like, I was never interested in overweight woman. But then I was with an overweight girl, and now I am. Was that always there in me? Was it a result of our relationship? And it’s not all plus size women either. There’s specific shit, preferences about appearance and body type, and a lot of it is totally different than the way she looked.

Then there’s the way fantasy intersects with reality. The sense that what turns us on isn’t something we actually want, just an image in our minds that holds it all together, but if we try to make it real the whole system falls apart. Don’t even get me started on how confusing that is to actually act on.

The hardest thing with all of this is reconciling cause and effect with chance. You like this because of that, but you weren’t looking for “that” at the time it just fell into your lap. Desire is always a moving target. How do you hit something that only becomes clear after the fact. How do you pursue desire without making an ass of yourself. How do you take responsibility for your desires when they’re so far out of your control, or even your knowledge of them.

There’s a bawdy song in the book and the refrain is basically about thinking that your penis was your own, only to realize it’s not. It’s animated by something else, and you’re along for the ride. It just confounds intentionality at every turn.

Mass media, particularly porn, play such a big role in shaping our sexuality. And I find the hardest thing to be taking responsibility for it. Nothing feels farther from who I am and what I want to share with the world that the porn I watch.

Some of it is porn in general. It’s seedy. It’s often exploitative. It’s opaque in terms of its form and content, as well as the conditions of its production. You could track all that info down, and maybe you should, but I really don’t want to. Maybe it would ruin the “fantasy”, maybe not. The larger point is that I don’t want to think about porn for a minute longer than I have to. That’s something that makes sex work so dangerous and exploitable.

Some of that unwillingness to learn about it is clearly me, but more of it is how these topics are talked about in media and society. Where is there to go to learn about porn that isn’t a gross place on its own terms. I know there are loads of crappy documentaries. Maybe I should try to watch them. But what are those sorts of content really about? It feels like its all there just to titillate in its own way. Like a fantasy of an industry, rather than something I could actually grab onto and embrace. My own failings here for sure, but maybe not only them.

Then there’s the content of the porn itself.

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This got long so it’s become its own post.

I explained this to my seven-year-old cousin once when she expressed distaste over anyone possibly enjoying horror movies, and she understood perfectly, so adults have no excuse:

People read dark fiction for the same reason they ride roller coasters.

It’s a simulation of danger without anyone actually being under threat. It gets the brain worked up, releases a bunch of adrenaline into your system, you experience a whole rush of emotions and excitement and fear; but a safe kind of fear, where you know the danger isn’t real and there are dozens of measures in place to protect you. And then it’s over and you can get off the ride.

That doesn’t mean everyone is obligated to ride roller coasters. I, for example, am scared of heights, and most coasters are scary for me in a way that isn’t fun. The fear isn’t that I’ll die, the fear is of experiencing more of the ride and thus it’s not a safe fear, because it’s real and I have no control over it. As such, I don’t ride large roller coasters. But the fact that large coasters are not mentally or emotionally safe for me to ride doesn’t mean they should be illegal, or that there’s “something wrong” with anyone who enjoys them.

Similarly, sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes people have conditions they don’t know about until a coaster aggravates them in the worst possible way because they didn’t know to avoid it...and that’s no one’s fault. People have died or been injured in coaster accidents, and those accidents are pretty much always the result of human error, carelessness, laziness, or poor communication. It’s the responsibility of the amusement park to make sure that basic safety features are built-in and maintained--or at the very least (mangling the metaphor somewhat because this would obviously be illegal in real life) to make it clear that those features don’t exist! I feel like most people would avoid a ride clearly labelled “HAS NEVER HAD A SAFETY INSPECTION! NO RESTRAINT BARS! RIDE STAFF HAVE NOT BEEN TRAINED AND THERE ARE NO EMERGENCY SERVICES ON-SITE! OPEN FLAMES!” but if you click on a fic clearly labelled “author chose not to use warnings” you know the risks and they’ve met their obligation to warn you of them. And sometimes the people providing this content don’t perform that basic due diligence, and people get hurt as a result--but that’s on those specific bad actors, and doesn’t mean we ban all roller coasters. It also doesn’t mean every single ride operator on earth should be tarred with that brush, especially when they’ve openly spoken out against such practices! Furthermore, if you KNOW you have a heart condition and willingly get on a ride that says it is not safe for people with heart conditions, you cannot then blame the amusement park!

What makes roller coasters safe for me? Well, for one, the fact that I’m an adult now so my family has finally stopped trying to force me onto them. Pressure was a constant part of interacting with coasters for me for YEARS, and THAT fucked me up. There was “mild” teasing, frustration when I refused, anger if I changed my mind, and a lot of guilt-tripping about how it was my fault that they couldn’t go on the rides they wanted to because of me. That shit was not okay, and anyone trying to force someone to engage with content they don’t want to is obviously in the wrong.

The OTHER thing that helps me is content warnings the heroes who upload on-ride video of coasters I’m interested in trying. Knowing exactly what to expect--being able to see for myself all the drops so I can judge if they’ll be too much for me, and know in advance where they are so I can brace myself--can turn a ride that otherwise would have been a miserable and stressful experience that I chose not to subject myself to into a really good time. These are especially valuable, because what’s safe for ME is not automatically safe for everyone else. The only thing that makes a ride too much for me--my only hard limit--is extremely tall drops. I love inversions, fast twists and turns, I don’t mind rough coasters, it’s just drop height. But I’ve known people with medical conditions that made rough jolts dangerous, and plenty of people like tall drops but find tight turns and high speed overwhelming. Do I wish more coasters were designed to have the elements I enjoy without the ones I don’t? Yes, and not being able to find many frustrates me. But that doesn’t mean I expect everyone to have the same limits, or that I think people who design tall coasters with big drops and lots of airtime are malicious.

By this logic, actually, darkfic is much safer than roller coasters--once you’ve committed to a coaster you have to ride it out even if you change your mind. But the moment a dark fic or horror movie takes a turn you don’t like or becomes suddenly too real, you can turn it off and walk away.

And if you think enjoying roller coasters means someone will conclude that it’s okay to fling people off cliffs without their consent, then, well, in that case you’re just ungodly fucking stupid. Sorry you had to find out this way.

Have fun on those hypercoasters, you crazy bastards. Keep uploading ride videos for me.

#the notes of this post will function as a blocklist #jo making EXTRAORDINARILY poor decisions this morning #hoo boy I will regret this post

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biggest-gaudiest-patronuses · 3 years

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So I (finally!) bought a pair of really good noise cancelling headphones, and it has changed my life! It's the fanciest thing I've bought in years, so to recoup some of the cost, I’ve researched & written a little essay based on my experiences with extreme noise sensitivity.

Hypersensitivity to sound is something I’ve dealt with all of my life, but I only recently found out it's medically known a Hyperacusis. (Please note this is a separate condition from Misophonia.) If you consistently struggle to cope with noise, the info below could be helpful! I’m including a link to my ko-fi, and I will be answering questions in the notes.

(skip to the bottom to read fun facts about my tax return and/or street organs vendettas!)

DISCLAIMER: I am not a professional, this is based solely on my experiences as a patient, and on what I have read and been told by professionals. Please notify me if you have corrections or concerns about accuracy!

BACKGROUND: Sensitivity to sound is a common type of sensory issue. While anyone can experience such issues (most people, for example, might be bothered by loud music in a crowded restaurant), some people are more sensitive than others, to the point it becomes a quality-of-life aka a medical issue.

If you consistently struggle with environmental stimuli that other people aren’t bothered by (background noises, bright lights, certain textures and tastes, etc), to the point it causes daily discomfort or limits the environments you can be in, I recommend reading about Sensory Processing Disorder.

SPD and sound sensitivity are both super common in autistic folks (like me!), but allistic (non-autistic) people can experience them too. Weep, ye prisoners of mortal coil, for none are safe, nothing sacred, not in this thy most accursed tomb of human flesh!

Anyway.

SOUND SENSITIVITY or HYPERACUSIS: Noise issues are particularly difficult to navigate in a world that is increasingly...noisy. The relatively new phenomenon of constant overhead music in restaurants, grocery stores, shopping malls etc—all of this means that public spaces are increasingly inaccessible to people with auditory issues.*

As a kid, nothing quite triggered sensory overload/meltdowns for me like the constant exposure to noise I couldn’t control—the background chatter of other kids in the lunchroom, the constant noise in public spaces, being trapped in the car with the radio on.... I had so many fights with my siblings about the car radio, and who got to choose the music.**

But it’s not just loud sounds that are the problem. As an adult who lives alone and works from home***, I’m lucky enough to be able to avoid loud environments most of the time. This does wonders for my general levels of anxiety and discomfort. But even in a mostly controlled environment, I still experience problems. Because part of sound sensitivity is that even normal or quiet sounds can feel loud and intrusive. Here are some “normal” sounds that can cause me discomfort (ranging from annoyance to outright pain, depending on the day):

refrigerator/AC/ceiling lights humming

dishwasher/washing machine noises

ceiling fan making that damn ceiling fan noise

faint sounds of traffic

riding in a car

other people having a normal conversation in the background

someone talking to me in a perfectly normal inside voice

Unfortunately, even in a “controlled” environment, many triggering noises can’t be controlled. And many parts of life can’t be lived in a controlled environment. This presents...some incredibly freaking annoying problems. Luckily there are solutions!

Sorta.

There are sorta some solutions.

They are imperfect, but they help.

TREATMENT: And now I have something rather shame-faced to admit. In all the years of managing my symptoms, it never once occurred to me to see a hearing specialist for my issues with sound. I wasn’t even aware that treatment options exist, because none of my other doctors mentioned it. Instead, I’ve spent years finding my own coping mechanisms and tools, with help from therapists and psychiatrists, but without ever consulting an audiologist/ENT. It was only while researching this post that I found out that was even an option, holy shit.

So it turns out I am going to be making an appointment with my local ENT practice. shit.

Apparently treatment options include sound/acoustic therapy, systematic desensitization/exposure therapy, cognitive behavior therapy, sound machines, and other options that I had no idea even existed, goddammit.

MANAGEMENT: In the meantime, here are my current coping mechanisms. I’ve relied rather heavily on hearing protection, which is very useful when used in moderation. Unfortunately, it can cause its own problems: it’s important not to overuse hearing protection, because in the long-term this can increase your sensitivity. So again: a useful tool, but be careful not to overdo it.

With that in mind, here are some of the coping strategies I’ve used over the last decade to manage my symptoms. This is not a perfect system and you should contact your local ENT clinic for better, long-term solutions, but in the meantime here are some tips I use to just get myself through the damn day:

Regularly spending time in a quiet controlled environment, to allow my nervous system to decompress.

Wearing earplugs, (I use two different grade, depending on the level of noise prevention I need), and always carrying an extra pair in case I need them unexpectedly. I bought a 50 pack for $7 and put spares in all my bags and jacket pockets.

(I mostly use Mack’s Ultra Soft, but there are so many types and materials and brands, including foam, silicone, wax, custom moldable etc. Even if you have trouble wearing things in your ears, you might be able to find something comfortable.)

Similarly: hearing protection earmuffs, the kind used in gun ranges and on construction sites. I bought mine online for $10. they look like normal wireless headphones, so I've never gotten comments when wearing mine in public (other than “cool heaphones” bc i added skull glitter stickers).

Sometimes I wear the earmuffs on top of earplugs, when life is just too damn LOUD.

Listening to music w/ earbuds or headphones is a great way to balance out background noises, especially if you can find soothing playlists that help you concentrate. Also useful to put in just one earbud when you need to pay attention in class/at work.

Pro tip: if your hair is long enough you can wear wireless earbuds without anyone knowing.

White noise, rain noises, ocean noises etc can be helpful! Some people like whale songs although personally this activates my primal fear response

Active noise cancelling headphones: the reason I wrote this post to begin with—I finally bought a pair! As in, a really good pair! As in, a depressingly expensive pair with noise cancelling technology that actually WORKS, holy shit. I probably need to wear them a little less at home (bc overprotection causes problems in the longterm) but they have absolutely transformed my ability to go out in public and i never ever want to take these suckers off again please take a power screwdriver and nail these to my head, bury me in the sweet sweet shroud of silence. holy canoli and cream puffs I want to marry form a civil partnership with these headphones. Plus they have a bunch of features, like being able to control the level of noise cancellation, so I can hold a conversation or be aware of some ambient noise for safety reasons.

Oh, and also they play music I guess?

Sorry sorry I promise this post wasn’t supposed to be me shilling for Big Electronics. I’m just excited, I’m an excited flabby little ball of expired flubber. ANC headphones aren’t a perfect solution, and I still sometimes wear earplugs underneath, and I will always be uncomfortable some of the time, but for me it’s been a big step.

Unfortunately the cost of good quality ANC technology means this isn’t an option for everyone, and the (much cheaper) gunshot protection earmuffs I mentioned earlier still provide an impressive amount of protection and bang-for-your buck (maybe even an equal amount of protection, if you can find ones that fit well). But if noise consistently prevents you from enjoying public space and life in general, and you’ve already tried earmuffs & earplugs and find they don’t offer enough comfort/convenience/protection, and if you’re in a position to save up for a one time non-necessity purchase of $150+, noise cancelling headphones are an option to be aware of. (Please always check the return policy so you can try before you buy. I ended up buying and returning 2 pairs before finding what worked best for me. And please look for a retailer that offers an extended warranty. You want those motherforkers to last).

There are cheaper options available, including some under $50. The ones I tried didn't work as well as my hearing protection earmuffs, but some people report good experiences, so that is something to consider. it's always good to know your options! Passive noise canceling is another affordable alternative.

Medication: A final tool in my toolbox, which for me personally has helped as much as every other method combined. Like, a lot, it’s helped a lot. It turns out some anti-anxiety medications can also help sensory issues. There’s not much research on this, and I only discovered it firsthand when a medication my doctor prescribed for anxiety ended up significantly helping my sensory issues. I no longer need medication for anxiety, but my psychiatrist still prescribes that same medication off-label for my sensory stuff. Ask your psychiatrist to research your options (they will probably have to do some digging to find relevant research, but you deserve to know all your options, even the obscure ones). Fyi, the medication I use is in the benzodiazepines class, but there are other options for those concerned about dependency or side effects.

(I'm also told anti-anxiety supplements may be helpful, though I haven't tried this yet. If you're on prescription meds, always talk to your doctor about contraindications before taking anything over-the-counter.)

So there you have it, my main coping strategies for sound sensitivity! They are not a replacement for medical treatment (except that last one which is in fact...medical treatment), but I find them helpful and I hope some of you will too! I’ve struggled for a long time, and I’m very pleased to have reached the point where I can just do things in public. Eating out in loud restaurants? I can do that now, and even enjoy it, holy shit! I can comfortably travel in cars for hours at a time, and walk around shopping malls and grocery stores with overhead music, and, and —and just exist. It is so so freeing, to feel like maybe, after everything, you are actually allowed to just exist in a world that wasn’t really designed for you.

Again, be careful not to overuse hearing protection—the goal is to allow you to be less uncomfortable and to function better, but if you find you are becoming more sensitive to noise, it is time to dial it back a notch. Or maybe consider listening to music (at a reasonable volume) to block out background noise instead.

*(This also includes people with hearing loss and related issues, btw. While that’s not my area of knowledge, I would welcome it if any of my HoH followers want to share their experiences.)

**A sign of sensory issues that parents often miss is when a child complains about music being too loud—but has no problem listening to their own music at high volume. This is because music that is already familiar to the listener (and that the listener enjoys) is much easier for the brain to process, since it knows what pattern of sounds to expect. Loud music that they get to control can be soothing for people with sound issues, especially when it blocks out background noise and sensations. This is why repetitively playing the same songs can be a helpful form of stimming.

***(working on this blog, actually. since it’s my only source of income, my 2020 income tax return literally lists my occupation as ‘Tumblr Blogger.’ Oddly, my parent didn’t feel this achievement was worth including in the holiday family newsletter.)

bonus fun fact: Charles Babbage aka “father of the computer” may have been autistic and hypersensitive to sound. He definitely had a huge problem with public noise pollution, and spent his later year waging a war on street musicians (and organ grinders in particular).

(bc like, yeah. screw organ grinders.)

Sometimes when I’m out in public and the overhead music is particularly unbearable, I’ll take a moment to look up to the sky and scream out: “HE TRIED TO WARN US! THE FATHER OF COMPUTERS TRIED TO WARN US!!! we should have listened, sweet heaven we should have listened!”

except i don’t scream it, i say it very quietly under my breath

(i have issues with noise)

so yeah that is my short essay. and here is the ko-fi goal

k ciao i gotta go pick out glitter stickers for my headphones

#actuallyautistic #not a shitpost #holy shit how did i spend 3 hours writing this what even is my blog #this blog is supposed to be blue whale anxiety and uncomfortably sexy clown jokes #what am i doing #sensory processing disorder #sensory issues #mental health #actually autistic #NOTIFY ME OF ANY TYPOS #i proofread this 5 times my eyes weep an unceasing flood of blood and regret #adhd #actuallyadhd #autism #sensory problems

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blackwidow-bby · 3 years

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Positions - Marvel Ladies x Fem!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're a sex worker and you've been hired by a new client for a "group activity".

genre: smut(18+)

pairings: Maria Hill x fem!reader, Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader, Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, Carol Danvers x fem!reader, Yelena Belova x fem!reader

warnings: D/S dynamics, face slapping, spanking, strap on use, degradation, orgy, big ole lesbian train, oral, throat f*cking, name calling, degradation, thigh riding, fingering

AN: I am...well not a pro at writing dirty things especially not with multiple people but I hope you all enjoy regardless!

I don't own any marvel characters!!

Your assistant had just called you into her room. Your week had been slow but fruitful. Normally, it would be a regular client for the month, nothing to sweat over. Your thoughts started to run over who it could be. Maybe Mr. Dean, he usually calls on a Friday but you could've sworn you saw him two weeks ago. That didn't leave a lot of your regulars left to be requesting you as you knew their schedules like the back of your hand.

As if she could read your mind upon entering her space, she spoke, "Y/N, you have a call for a new client. Something about a friend requesting your services? The only thing is..." She hesitated almost thinking if she should tell you the rest of the details before she proceeded. "Well, it's for a group. You don't have to take up the offer if you're uncomfortable with that. I can call her back and let her know you declined."

To tell the truth, the thought of it being a group of strangers did make you uncomfortable, but your assistant wouldn't put you into a situation without going through the proper protocols first. She knew a head count of how many, roughly where they all worked, and several phone numbers. It always helped to be extra safe in these situations where you could be overpowered.

"Who inquired?" you asked interestedly. "She goes by N.R., gave me a headcount of all of her friends that would be attending. There's not going to be any men there, but I guess 'more power in numbers' is still 'more power in numbers'." In all honesty, women gave you way less shit about certain things than men did. Hopefully they'd be way more understanding if you didn't want to do specific activities.

"Call her back and tell her I'll take the offer. Do you know how much she's paying?" Your assistant slid a little sticky note over to you as she dialed the number of one 'N.R.'. You swear you almost choked when you saw how much she offered for you. That was a lot of zeros compared to usual. You walked away to get a water from the mini-fridge while you vaguely listened in to your assistant's phone conversation.

Good.

Perfect.

Okay, I'll tell her to meet you there at 6:30.

Extra clothes, yes ma'am. Have a nice day.

"Hey Y/N, I've written down the address, floor, and room number. It's uh...a really high end hotel in New York City. She also said to bring an extra change of--" you interrupted her, "Extra clothes? I overheard." you started wondering what for? Dinner? Go out? "Uhm, yes, she said extra comfy clothes." Comfy? Was she expecting you to spend the night? You looked down at your watch to see how much time you had to get ready. 2 hours. It wasn't enough but you could make it work. "Alright then, I should go freshen up."

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An hour and a half later had found you briskly walking toward the extremely tall and very expensive looking hotel in the Upper East Side. You lived in Queens and while the distance wasn't very far, paired with the traffic, the feeling of unsettlement about being late to such a client was enough to make you almost hurl.

You made your way inside the lobby, barely looking at your surroundings. You wanted to get up to the room as quickly as possible without being noticed. "Excuse me," Could you ever be so lucky? "Are you here for Ms. Romanoff?" Who? That must be your clients last name. "She said she was expecting a guest soon." The lady was being extra kind to you, she had an inviting smile. You almost wanted to never lie to her. "Yes, I'm here to see Ms. Romanoff." you replied quietly. It felt like your voice would echo too hard around the warmly lit lobby. You thought it would break you to hear your own voice shrill around such a pristine room.

"Very well, I'll show you to her room." Your nerves began to spike more the higher up you went. It was as if every floor number on the elevator was the level of anxiety you started to feel. Your palms were sweating and you could've sworn your back was too. The lady just kept her eyes forward with a meek little smile. It took every fiber of your body to not explode your feelings all over that elevator.

Ding

The elevator stopped, of course she was in a penthouse suite. You rolled your eyes as how predictable this situation was playing out. The kind lady, who's name you definitely forgot to get, remained in the elevator as you walked out. "There's a number for room service if you ladies need anything." She sung out. "Thank you."

The walk to her door seemed to never end. Your feet were dragging like gravity was doing everything in its power to keep them on the ground. The air was getting hotter as time slowed in the short distance it took to reach her door. You rang the little buzzer and a melodic voice called beyond the frame.

"Coming!"

You could hear the light patter of a single set of feet. The knob then turned and revealed a stunning short redhead with bright eyes. You were certainly gawking at the sight of her but there was nothing you could do to pull your own attention away. She had a smirk on her face when she saw you staring but not saying anything. "You must be Y/N, it's very nice to meet you. Come in and lets get you introduced to everyone."

She reached out her hand to you and you took it gently. her palms were much colder than yours and her fingers were long and slender. her hair was shoulder length and fire-y. The room was massive, and clean. She had all of the blinds closed to keep any natural light and eyes from entering the den. Scanning the room some more you noticed a couple items around the room. Non-traditional furniture. It was going to be one of those events. There were also four other heads aside from the host's. She turned around once reaching the main room and faced you. "My name is Natasha, over there is Wanda," another read-head standing behind everyone else with a glass of wine in her hands, she lightly nodded, "...that is Carol in the middle," a blonde woman with a bright and bubbly smile. She seemed taller than the rest but she was also sitting down on a piece of equipment that will no doubt be used in a different way by you. Natasha gestured to a brunette, "...this is Maria," another tall and slender woman, didn't offer a smile but a simple wave to your direction. You were scared of her the most. "...and this is Yelena." A second blonde who's face was much more stoic than Maria's. You take it back, she scared you the most.

Natasha's hand unhooked from yours and made its way up your back to settle on the back of your neck. The pads of her fingers added slight pressure to the muscles there as if she could feel all of your tension in waves. You felt her lean in closer, her hot breath fanning your ear. "There's a bathroom in the hall to the right. I got a cute little outfit waiting for you." You could feel her soft lips smiling against the curve of your ear. the feeling made you shiver. You managed to follow her eyes and swiftly walk to the bathroom, closing the door behind you.

You looked around and found the outfit in question. It was sleek all black leather body suit with a halter neck. You lifted it up in your hands and rubbed the material under your fingers. Next to it sat a bottle of lubricant no doubt to get the body suit on. You got to work shedding the current clothes you had on and began to slide on the little leather number. It wasn't too tight but certainly snug against your frame. The only thing out of the ordinary besides the material was, you noticed, a tiny little zipper in between your legs. If unzipped would reveal your very private essence. The thought made you blush a little to yourself. After cleaning up, you made your way back to the room where the women had sat prior.

Since you calmed down a little, you took the opportunity to fully take in your surroundings. The hall was adorned in art more than likely as expensive as this room. Everything seemed darker than when you arrived. To your surprise when you entered the living room area, the room lighting was red as opposed to the normal LED lighting.

Natasha held her hand out to you again for you to take. You obliged her and she pulled you close into her side. Natasha's deft fingers traveled up and down your ribs before finding purchase on your backside. "You look like the most delicious treat. None of us can wait to eat you. Would you like a drink before we start?"

The other women started moving closer almost circling you like sharks. "Yes please." Natasha poured you a glass as she went on, "We should go over some rules before we start. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, anxious, or hurt, the safe word is 'Heart'. We all stop what we're doing and will help you. If at any point you are gagged, two taps to the closest person will get all of us to cease as well. Because of those rules you will not be bound and gagged simultaneously...at least not this session." She ends her rules with a wink toward you. All of these women truly were stunning and it piqued your interest to know what they could possibly be capable of.

Wanda came closest to you first, she pulled the wine glass away from your lips and replaced it with her own lips. Holding your hand with the glass close to her chest and cupping your cheek with the other. Her lips were sinfully soft as was her kiss. She felt delicate and gentle against you, she almost seemed to not match any of this situation. Natasha took your wine glass away while you continued to make out with Wanda, who let her hands roam lower down your body. Your own hands moved behind her neck. Another set of arms wrapped around you from behind. "You're such a pretty kitten." They nibbled on your ear making you separate from Wanda to see who it was. Carol smiled down at you and found the very lips that left Wanda. You moaned into her mouth at feeling how she controlled and dominated the kiss, very different from Wanda's passion. Wanda moved down to kissing your neck and shoulder.

You could hear other giggles in the back. Natasha kept her eyes trained on you as Yelena and Maria began to touch each other in the mean time waiting for you. After a few minutes of watching her friends have all of the fun, Natasha made her way over to you, Carol, and Wanda. She pulled the other red-head back by her locks and pressed her lips to hers in a searing kiss. You heard Wanda moan out into the other woman's mouth next to you causing you to release your own into Carol. This made the blonde swiftly lift you up and wrap your legs around her waist. She brought you over to a nearby bench and kissed you harder. All of the sounds you were making began to rile her up.

"I'm not sure which one of us is more excited to have you here, pretty girl. All I know is I can't wait to ruin that pretty pussy of yours." You moaned at her words and yanked her back down into another kiss. Her words went straight to your core igniting a fire that had been waiting to burn. You made a mental note to find whoever recommended you to these ladies and thank them heavenly. Carol sunk her hips between your legs and began grinding against you seeking the friction she wanted so badly.

Even though the leather was a new material to you, you could still feel the faux member that rested in her pants; Carol was packing. This caused you to move your hands down to her pants to tear the buttons away. The tall blonde grabbed your hands and smirked, "Allow me." She stood to her full height and slowly removed the black jeans she was wearing and revealed her long, girthy strap she had been hiding. Your eyes widened which made Carol giggle. She sunk to her knees where she seductively pulled the zipper on your suit down. She held your eye contact until you saw them shift to behind you. Natasha and Wanda had pulled away long enough to see what Carol was doing and decided to join again. The two red-heads began to undress themselves where Natasha also sported a rather large strap but not Wanda.

In your distraction upon noticing the other women join in, Carol took to opportunity to shove he face into your pussy. You moaned out loud at the contact. Her tongue quickly lapping at your clit and sinking lower to curl inside you. Her ministrations were making you squirm on the bench. She reached up to hold your hips down. "Stay still kitten. Gotta get you ready for our cocks." Eating you out was an art to her. Every move she made, made you more and more wet. Natasha slid her fingers into your open mouth. You sucked on them harshly slipping your own tongue in-between her fingers and coating them in your saliva. Nat removed her fingers and started to rub them between Wanda's folds.

"Eat her out for me, malysh." Natasha requested. You looked up at Wanda as she slowly lowered herself over your wanting mouth. Your head went fuzzy upon seeing all of the quiet red-head's intimacy. Your tongue immediately poked out to welcome her to you. She let out a soft moan and slowly began to grind herself against your mouth. Carol was growing impatient watching you eat out the other woman and feeling you grow more aroused in her mouth. The blonde stood to position the tip at your entrance rubbing the head up and down your slit before she slammed her length in all at once. You yelped against Wanda's soaked cunt sending vibrations straight to her clit.

The whole scene was turning Natasha on more and more so she began stroking her own member, hoping to find some friction. The other two women walked over to join the rest of the group partially feeling left out. Carol continued to slam into you at a rather fast and rough pace. The tip of her strap hitting that blissful spot inside of you with every thrust. All of your moans and whines brought Wanda closer to her orgasm. She came hard in your mouth before she got up and was replaced by Natasha's own cock.

"Suck kotenok. Mommy's getting restless." Carol did not stop chasing not only her own high but yours. You could hear her grunting from below you. All of this attention was turning you on more than you think you've ever been in your life. Even though one hand wrapped around Natasha's strap and the other gripped Carol's wrist on your hips, you were finding it hard to keep blowing Nat. Carol moved her other hand down to your clit. "You better cum for me you little slut."

And you did; hard.

Carol continued her pace and upon watching you come undone, did so herself. Three quick thrusts and she was spent. She released the most guttural moan before her body was replaced by another blonde. Yelena had this look in her eyes like she wanted to make you pay for every wrong you never committed. She removed her clothing and sat right on your bent leg. At this point Natasha was fucking your mouth deeper and deeper. Needing to ground yourself you wrapped your hands around her thighs. Yelena began to rub herself against your thigh. You could feel how wet and warm she was, her hand sliding up and down your slit collecting your cum to rub your clit in tight circles. Your whines didn't stop especially when you were already beginning to feel another orgasm approaching. Yelena slipped her fingers inside you, finding your g-spot with accuracy. With every thrust of her fingers she hit that same spot over and over. tears started to run down your face with the feeling of Natasha in your mouth and Yelena in your core. Natasha gave one last thrust before she pulled out.

Maria shoved three of her fingers to the back of your throat. She giggled when you gagged around them. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at being finger fucked by the two women. "You're not allowed to cum before I do, else Natty here give you a nice punishment while I ride your face." Yelena only made the threat to turn you on more, but part of you was hoping it was true. It was hard, Yelena knew exactly what she was doing with her fingers but you could feel her slick slide down the sides of your thigh. God you hope she was close because you certainly were. Maria replaced her fingers with her lips and she kissed you hard sliding her tongue along yours. The brunette smiled against your lips when she felt your whimpers in her mouth. Yelena just kept slamming her fingers harder inside of you and rubbing herself quicker. Her breaths got faster and more shallow and as she came, a couple seconds later so did you. Your body shook with the most intense tremors, but Yelena couldn't fault you. She did cum before you, and something about it being in close tandem with hers turned her on a lot more than she would admit. You let out a soft whine when the coolness of the air hit your soaked thigh.

Maria left your mouth and moved between your legs. She put one leg over your left and the other under your right and brought your centers together. "You're a pretty little slut. I want to ruin you so bad." Maria started out ruthless. Her grinding was fast and hard as if she had been waiting to cum for weeks. You felt her in her entirety sliding against your own. The feeling started to overwhelm you. Carol took your face in her hand and rubbed her thumb along your bottom lip. "Open up you little slut."

You obeyed her and opened your mouth sticking your tongue out. At this point you were a blubbering mess and all the ladies were loving it. Carol spit into your mouth before shoving her cock in. "I saw you taking Nat like a pro, so I know you can take me." At least her pace wasn't rough but it certainly was quick. Your gags around Carol was making Maria closer to her release. She leaned forward to angle herself differently against you and put her hand around her throat. She could practically feel Carol's cock fucking your face. Sweat was running down your forehead and your hair clung to every part of your body it could touch. You were close to being spent and you never looked more beautiful this way. Maria's hand tightened, her grunts were heavy. "Such a good little fuck toy. I'm so close baby." You didn't think it was possible for Maria to go any harder but she did. She came with a loud cry and slowed her hips down to ride out her orgasm. You felt her wetness mix with yours. Maria's hand stayed for a couple more minutes, entranced by feeling Carol deep in your throat. The tall blonde slapped your face a couple times before she pulled out. You were too busy catching your breath, you didn't see Natasha move by your feet. She lifted you up and turned you over on your stomach with your legs and arms hanging off the bench. Just when you were hoping it was over, you forgot that Natasha never officially had her turn with you. She rested her strap on your lower back as she ran her cool hands in an attempt to soothe your burning skin. Almost mocking you for being the one to give you the final blow. Wanda walked up to you again. She ran her soft fingers in your hair and moved the stuck strands out of your face. Your breathing was heavy and your body was trembling. Wanda's fingers moved down to cup your jaw and she lifted your head. Tapping the side with her pointer finger, you got the silent request to open your mouth for her. In unison, as Wanda brought her cunt to your mouth, Natasha slid her strap inside you completely bottoming out. Nothing but incoherent noises left your mouth at being filled so sinfully. Wanda gripped your jaw harder as she rubbed her intimacy against your mouth for a second time. You lazily kept your tongue out to try your best to accommodate Wanda's wanting. Natasha on the other hand, had been waiting very patiently for her time and now that she got it she was going to make the best of it. She grabbed your hands in her own and pulled them behind your back to make it easier for her to pound deep into your cunt. When you felt her hit somehow deeper your eyes rolled back. Wanda picked up her pace just as Natasha did, both red-heads moving in perfect synch at opposite ends of your being. A jolt of paint hit your right asscheek igniting a new spark and effectively waking you up even if only for a minute. With every thrust administered, Natasha rained a hand alternating each side of your ass. All of this was sending more and more feelings to your core. You will not be lasting long if these two kept going the way they were. You could feel Wanda fumbling, she was about to come for the second time tonight. Natasha continued to get more rough inside of you until you felt the knot inside of you burst. You came hard around Natasha groaning against Wanda's own cunt. The sight caused Wanda herself to not be able to keep her composure and she came with a scream against your tongue. You felt her pussy pulsing with her orgasm on your mouth. As soon as Wanda backed away from your face, Nat yanked your arms back harder to push herself deeper than you thought was possible. You were screaming, a sweaty broken mess, absolutely spent in this five star hotel. Every thrust pushed harder against that spongey spot inside you. You could feel another earth shattering orgasm approach hoping it would be the last. Natasha's thrusting didn't let up, she was desperate to cum. She was moaning over you with every hit. You yelled her name as you came harder than you had before that whole session. Watching you absolutely spent around her

member, Natasha came just as hard with her final thrust. She stayed inside you to ride out the rest of her high before she carefully pulled out. Looking down she could see wetness all over the bench and her legs. Nat smiled to herself at being the one to make you squirt everywhere like a silent victory. Allowing you to lay and collect your bearings, the red-head began to clean up the room.

There wasn't much you could make out in your state, but you could partially hear Natasha thanking all of the women for coming over before hearing the door open and close through the ringing in your ears. Your were shaking, your whole body felt blissfully weak. The red-head padded over softly to your spent and soaked body and picked you up carefully to place you in her arms bridal style. Your mind was in a war with yourself between wanting just a little bit more or to just go to sleep. You couldn't even open your eyes at this point.

Natasha had brought you to the bathroom to help you clean up and as she moved about, she kept you in her arms. She made sure to hold you as she turned on the faucet and sit on the edge of the tub. As the water filled the tub, Nat moved between rubbing your back and gently caressing your cheek. Once the tub was filled up enough for the both of you, she picked you up again and cautiously lowered the both of you into the hot relaxing water. You couldn't do anything but mumble and cursed yourself for the state you were in even though it wasn't your fault. You desperately wanted to think your gracious host for a life changing night but nothing could come out. Natasha shushed you sweetly. Her time wasn't done until you were well taken care of in her company.

You don't know how long you were in the bathroom, hell you don't even know when you fell asleep as Natasha washed the night away from both of your bodies. Clearly still in no position to be able to make it back to your home, the red-head dried both of you off and brought you to the large bedroom. You had come back into partial consciousness long enough to feel the soft sheets and the plush comforter of this heavenly bed you were being gifted to rest on.

Natasha lowered you down and climbed on the other side before pulling you into her. She lifted your head to lay on her chest so she could easily hold you and play with your hair. She stayed awake until she heard your breathing even out again, signaling that you had fallen asleep again since the bath. She placed a soft kiss to your hairline before succumbing to sleep herself with a blissed smile on her face.

She'd definitely be requesting you again.

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AN: Not sure how I feel about this but yeah this is my wack attempt at something extra dirty.

#natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #Carol danvers x reader #yelena belova x reader #reader insert #my fic #multi character x reader #fem!reader insert

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Cherry Bomb - Sebastian Stan smut

The one where your mob boyfriend will do anything to get you pregnant - including fucking you in front of his friends

Warnings: smut, exhibitionism, kind of praise kink, breeding kink, mob au, daddy kink, mention of diabetes in dirty talk? I swear it makes sense, squirting,

A/N: Thank you to my love, @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for reading this over for me. This is for my own birthday celebration challenge! Like I explained here, I’m going to try to fill every single AU I listed with the characters I picked for the challenge, and since the deadline if May 27, these fics will be posted randomly, as I finish them, instead of on Thursdays, which are my usual one-shot posting days. Hope you guys like it!

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Baby, come here.” The sound of his voice surprised me, almost making me drop the tray of cookies I was carrying. When Sebastian told me he’d have a meeting in his office for the better part of the evening, I’d anticipated a pretty boring day by myself - hence the idea of baking to try to occupy my mind with something.

I definitely didn’t expect to be called into said meeting, and couldn’t think of a good reason why that was the case. Still, I didn’t have any reason to disobey him either. In fact, I knew it better than to do that, by now.

So my feet took me in the direction of the only room in the house I didn’t get to spend much time in: his office, my curiosity driving me as much as my eagerness to see him again. It didn’t matter it had only been a couple of hours, I was always desperate for him and his touch.

Thankfully, it seemed like he felt the same. Upon seeing my face appear on the threshold of the door, his usually mean demeanor changed to welcome an excited - if not slightly mischievous - smile, and he reached out to me, almost anxious to feel me near again.

“There you are.” Once on his lap, I relished on the sensation of feeling safe and cared for. This man, who was the cause of so many people’s nightmares and shivers, only ever meant peace and bliss to me. “Where are your manners, honey? C’mon, greet my friends like the good girl I know you are.”

Startled, I took my face out of its preferred hiding spot - the crook of Sebastian’s neck - to finally take notice of the other men in the room: Chris and Anthony, my boyfriend’s closest associates.

“I’m sorry,” I was quick to retract myself, opening up a smile that I hoped would be enough to get me to be forgiven. “It’s nice to see you guys.” The men in question chuckled, and thankfully my minor misbehavior didn’t seem to have affected the atmosphere in the room too badly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart,” Anthony nodded towards me, his eyes glinting with something I didn’t quite understand. “We all know how you can get when Sebastian calls for you.” My face warmed up with this acknowledgment, and I fought the instinct to hide it against my boyfriend again. Meanwhile, said boyfriend just chuckled lightly, rubbing circles on my back as if he knew it eased my embarrassment somewhat.

“You know I’m just as crazy when you’re around, princess.” That did make me feel a little bit better, and the comments from the other men only helped me further.

“Crazy, possessive, insane…” Anthony counted, his head tilting from one side to another with each word that fell from his lips.

“When she’s around and when she isn’t,” Chris added. I didn’t have to look at my boyfriend to know that he was steaming as he stared his friends down - the fingers that were possessively pressing down on my hips told me as much.

“If you’re done trying to get a kick out of me…” He warned, finally turning his attention completely to me. “Baby, it’s almost time.” I glanced at the clock before realizing that he was right.

Ever since Sebastian decided he wanted to impregnate me, he’d been fucking me around the clock, paying attention to what the doctors said about fertility cycles and prime mating hours, never letting me spend more than sixty minutes without his cum deep inside of me.

“Okay…” I agreed, trying to understand what was his plan, since the other mob bosses’ stances made it pretty clear that the meeting wasn’t over and Sebastian didn’t seem to intend to call it off either.

“Then I think we better start now, huh?” His hand squeezed my thigh, just as a pang of arousal went straight to my already overflowing cunt when his words finally made sense. “Get to work, honey.”

It was an order I’d be stupid not to follow - but I didn’t want to disobey it either. With trembling fingers, I slowly unbuttoned my dress and let it pool down on the floor until I was standing in my underwear in front of my boyfriend and his closest friends, trying to unclasp my bra despite my nervousness.

But Sebastian wasn’t a patient man. Which is why I was hardly surprised when he pulled me to him again, quickly getting rid of my undergarments as he chuckled upon seeing just how damp my panties were from the mixture of both of our cums.

“Such a good little whore,” he whispered, almost to himself - but I heard it, and it prompted a new wave of wetness to flow from me. I made it a point not to look at Anthony and Chris, even though I knew they were staring at me, taking in my body with all of the bite marks and love bites that my boyfriend kept me decorated with, but as I was climbing Seb’s lap, it quickly became clear he wouldn’t allow me the blissful ignorance of his friends’ presence.

“No, no, princess,” he spoke, quickly manhandling me into turning around so I’d sit on his lap with my body turned towards the other men in the room. “Like this.” I gasped when I took in the way Anthony and Chris were looking at me, their eyes dark and lustful - I couldn’t deny that.

My entire body tingled, and I knew my wetness was now dripping from me, running down my thighs. I could feel it. I’d never been this aroused, as humiliating as it was to admit it. Absentmindedly, I started rubbing myself against the head of his member, my eyes glued on both men in front of me, but quickly, Sebastian made sure to get his way again.

“Now it’s not the time for teasing, baby.” That was all the warning he gave me as he started to pull me to sit down on his cock, the thick member stretching me even after all of the times I had it inside of me.

“She’s so wet already,” Anthony commented, eyes glinting dangerously as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully, my boyfriend took over for me, letting me focus on his cock and the way it was filling me completely.

“Yeah.” He squeezed my hip, and I could hear the pride just in that word, making me melt against him. “You’re always this way for me, aren’t you, honey?” He wasn’t wrong, so I wasn’t about to lie to him.

“Y-yes.” My fucked-out voice had all three men chuckling. Sebastian took advantage of my sitting position to pull my head back and press a kiss to my temple. I relished in it. I loved the gentle caresses he gave me whilst doing the nastiest things to my body.

“Yeah, I fucked her nice and deep already,” my boyfriend informed his friends, the tone sounding almost nonchalant, like it was no big deal. “Besides, she’s always ready for daddy to take, huh? Whenever I want to, you’re always wet for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I must have babbled some sort of agreeance, since he didn’t push me to say anything else. He had started to move me by then, forcing my hips up and down to ride his dick, and my moans took over the silence of the room.

“I bet she’s sweet as candy,” Anthony’s voice broke the tension once more. Behind me, Sebastian laughed, much to my surprise. I was used to his possessive persona, the one who couldn’t deal with anyone staring at me for too long, much less exploring my naked body with their eyes while commenting on the way I tasted.

“Oh, yeah… could make a diabetic die of pleasure between these thighs.” The comment, paired with the hand that found my clit and started rubbing, had me whining in need, already so close to cumming.

“Shit, the sounds that she makes…” That’s when Chris finally joined in on the debauchery, his hand curling over the prominent boner poorly hidden by his slacks. “And here I was, thinking she was this innocent little thing…”

I wanted to say something. I really did, anything to defend myself - even if I wasn’t really being wrongfully accused. It just felt like I should - like, for whatever reason, there was something wrong with me, if I allowed my boyfriend to do this, fuck me in front of his friends, take me for their eyes to see.

But I didn’t. Because one thing was obvious, and I’d never be able to deny it: I liked it. So when Sebastian answered, keeping the conversation going like I wasn’t even in the room, like he wasn’t buried balls deep inside of me, I just kept moaning and mewling, trying my very best to keep myself from orgasming before he allowed me to.

“Oh, but she is,” my boyfriend informed his best friend, and I could feel his proud gaze settling over me once more. “She gets so shy about what I ask her to do, still. But she does it anyway, don’t you, baby? You’re the best girl for daddy, aren’t you?”

I could only nod, particularly since his arm snaked to the front of my body, easily locating my clit so he could start rubbing it. “You know you need to get off first, honey.” His tone was almost disappointed, like he was scolding me. “It helps with the conception.”

I knew that, and as much as I could feel it - the orgasm rising inside of me, threatening to take over and take me to bliss - I didn’t feel like I’d be able to stumble over that edge. Not with so much happening, so many gazes settled on me. It was too much pressure.

“C’mon, you can trust them,” Sebastian tried to convince me, his stubbled jaw rubbing against my naked back. “Show them how cute you look when you cum all over my cock.” The words made me whimper.

I wanted to, I really really wanted to. And I was so close, but I could feel it slipping away, almost out of reach - “Don’t you want to start our family, princess?” He pressed on, trying to get me to tip over the edge. “Gimme my baby, c’mon.”

And just like that, he coaxed an orgasm out of me. Wetness flooded from where we were joined - he’d always been able to make me squirt so easily, I didn’t even know I was able to do that before we got together.

I could hear Anthony’s “damn” and Chris’ “oh, shit”, but they sounded distant, almost underwater somehow. All I could focus on was the feeling of Sebastian’s fingers bruising my hips as he filled me with his cum, making me moan out loud at the warmth that took over my lower half upon feeling so stuffed.

“There ya go, baby.” I felt my boyfriend press a soft kiss on my temple, as he tucked me against his chest. “Go to sleep now, honey. I know how tired you get once I fuck you throughly.” He wasn’t wrong, I was already yawning. “You’ll stay here for the night.”

And as I felt his cock keeping me plugged, his hands caressing my back while he went back to talk to his partners about business deals, all I could think about was how happy and safe he made me feel.

Especially in front of everyone else.

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Jack's Fucking Dead, Pt. 3

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Part 1 / Part 2 / The Dissection

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It turned out that Jack wasn't an easy man to find.

He wasn't in his lair, none of the ghosts Danny had asked had seen him, and he hadn't come back to the house. They had waited, hoped, but eventually they were forced to accept defeat and just...try to move on.

So here Danny was, in Vlad's lab, investigating something Tucker had found in their most recent sweep of his computer systems.

Danny's feet touched down silently, and he started through the lab. It only took a minute of searching the sprawling wing to find a room with a large glass box, filled with green smoke, a hulking figure obscured inside. He knocked on the glass, and the figure got up and floated over.

He wasn't expecting his father's face to emerge though the mist.

"Oh my God, Dad," he muttered, before he could think.

Jack's brows rose. "Phantom!" And then they furrowed. "What was that?"

Shit. "I said, uh, where's Vlad?"

"Oh!" Jack relaxed. "He stepped out to take a phone call. V-man has some very important investors!"

Good. That should give them some time. Danny started feeling along the edge of the doorless box. "Alright. Don't worry, I'll get you out of there."

Jack hesitated. "No, I- I'm staying."

Danny paused. "What?"

"We're learning a lot of interesting things!" Jack said. "We developed a weapon that can sense the exact amount of energy needed to knock a ghost out, and send it right to 'em in one big shot!"

"Wow, that sounds...terrifyingly efficient."

Jack chuckled. "Oh, it is," he said knowingly. "Those mischievous ghosties won't know what hit 'em!" he exclaimed.

"Right. So..." Danny searched for his words. "You...want to be experimented on?"

He didn't miss the way Jack hesitated. "Yes," he said, though. And then more quietly, "It's safer this way."

Ah. "Is this about what happened with Jazz?" Danny prodded.

Jack narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "How do you know about that, Phantom?"

Phantom stared back. "She told me." His gaze softened. "But you need to know, that only happened because you haven't practiced with your powers enough yet. Once you get some more experience, they'll stop going off when you don't mean for them to."

"And when I succumb to my ghostly rage and I do mean for them to?"

Danny sighed. "I promise you, that's not a thing. Some ghosts have obsessions that make them violent, but I really don't think you're one of them."

"And if I am?"

"Then your family has plenty of thermoses to suck you up into."

Jack hummed. There was a pause.

"Your family wants you home, you know," Danny said, a little more softly.

Jack's brows pulled together. "They...do?"

"Yeah. It's not the same without you. They're really worried."

Jack shook his head. "I can't go back. It's too dangerous. Vlad agrees, but everyone will be safe if i just stay here."

Danny bit his lip. He'd been meaning to tell his parents about Phantom for a little while now, he'd just never found the right time, the right way... But maybe this was the right time. He took a deep breath.

"Okay look, I was gonna do this once we were home, but there's something you need to see. You think ghosts are untrustworthy and dangerous, right?"

For once, Jack seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "They can be."

Danny spread his hands. "Well, you've been living with one for almost 3 years." A ring of light flashed around his middle, traveled across his body, and Danny Fenton was left standing in its wake.

"Phantom! Why do you look like my son?" Jack accused.

"What- no, I am Danny. And Phantom. I'm both."

"That's impossible."

Danny shrugged. "You'd think so, but apparently not."

Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why should I believe you?"

"Okay, how about this," Danny offered. Another flash of light, and he was Phantom again. "Ask me anything about my life. Like, anything. Something Phantom wouldn't know."

"Hmm... Why did we have to take you home that year we took you to the planetarium for your birthday?"

Danny grimaced. "Because I rode the centrifugal force ride and threw up?"

"And?"

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "And then I begged you guys to let me ride it again. And then threw up again. But in my defense," He raised a finger. "That was early astronaut training."

Jack narrowed his eyes again. "What about the slip'n'slide incident?"

Danny laughed at that one. "Oh God, yeah, I stole like a dozen of Jazz's bath bombs and put them in the little pool at the end, and the entire yard foamed up and smelled like gummy bears for like a week." He was grinning. "I still think that was a good idea."

Jack looked stricken. "Danny?" he asked incredulously. He put his hands on the glass.

"Yeah, Dad?" Danny stepped a little closer.

"How did this happen?"

"Well, you know how-"

"Phantom," Vlad's voice echoed across the room. He sounded exasperated. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think I'm doing?" Danny demanded. He jabbed a finger toward his father. "I'm setting him free!"

Vlad strolled closer, passing tables full of weapons. "Oh please," he drawled, "Jack is free to go at any time, assuming he feels like putting innocent people in danger." He shot a pointed look at Jack, picked up a cannon, aimed it at Danny. "You, however, are not welcome here."

The shots lit up the lab. Danny dodged the first, the second, the third slamming into Danny's chest and throwing him back against the wall with a sickening crack. He heard his father yell, the shattering of glass, and then everything went painful and white.

His consciousness returned slowly.

"-my son!" he heard.

Vlad sounded like he was smirking. "I take it Daniel has told you his little secret?"

"Wait, you knew? And you still shot him?!"

"I can assure you, he's had far worse. Sometimes by your own weapons, correct?"

There was a shout, a series of thuds, and Danny could faintly make out Vlad on the floor, Jack on top of him, punching him in the face.

"You were my best friend! I trusted you!" Jack shouted. "You knew who he was and you shot him!"

Danny shakily floated up and over to join them, and Vlad waved a hand at him. "And look at that, he's fine. It was a warning shot, Jack."

Jack scowled. "Bullshit, you know I know how much that thing hurts." He got his face close to Vlad's. "You don't touch my children, ever again."

Danny smiled. "Looks like you can get angry without seriously hurting anyone, huh?"

"He knocked out my tooth, Daniel."

Danny looked, and there was indeed a tooth on the floor. He crossed his arms. "So? You deserved it."

Vlad looked like he was going to retort, but Jack muttered, "Where do I go now?" He looked far away.

"Well, your recent conduct aside, you're welcome to stay here and continue our work," Vlad drawled.

Jack looked at him like he'd lost his mind.

Danny floated closer, put his hand on Jack's shoulder. "Come home with me," he offered.

Jack looked pained. "I can't," he said quietly.

"You can. It'll be okay, I've been with you guys for years and we're all still fine," Danny assured him.

Jack looked down. "It's too dangerous, I can't control myself."

Shit. Danny thought for a moment. "Okay, how about this: you come back to the Far Frozen with me. You can stay there for a while, do some sparring with them to practice with your powers - maybe unlearn a couple things about ghosts - and come back home when you trust yourself enough. How does that sound?"

Jack looked pensive. "How do I know I'll be safe there?"

"They know you're my father, and I'm, uh, important to them." He didn't want to tell Jack everything just yet.

"How do I know they'll be safe with me?" Jack asked quietly.

"They're all pretty strong, I don't think you'll be able to hurt them."

Jack didn't speak for a long moment, but finally, he said, "Okay."

"Yeah?" Danny asked.

"Yeah," Jack confirmed.

Danny smiled. "Okay." He crossed the room, motioned for Jack to follow him.

"Where do you think you're going?" Vlad demanded.

"To your portal," Danny replied casually.

"You could at least ask!" he shouted after them.

"Go fix your tooth, Vlad," Danny shouted over his shoulder, and then they were gone.

#danny phantom #jack fenton #danny fenton #vlad plasmius #technically he's human vlad here but ios banned his name so :)

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