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depravitycentral · 9 months

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im sorry if this is a lame ask, but i just had the idea and thought i would share it to see if it would strike any inspo! of course on this blog you’ve talked about all the things our beloved troupe members are into, but have you ever considered what their absolute turn offs are? like things that pull them out of the mood almost immediately? or kinks that would seem to fit certain members, but end up not being their thing for one reason or another

Ooh yes anon this strikes inspo !!

This is a good point - it's all fine and dandy to imagine sex with your yandere as being so bad but so good, as if they know every secret, dirty kink and fantasy you have. (That's because they do know, whether through extensive stalking, pouring through your search histories, or raw, natural sexual chemistry with you. They all think they've got that last one, but normally any positive sexual encounters between the two of you will be a consequence of the former two rather than the latter.)

But of course, everyone has turn offs, and while your yandere would be willing to do pretty much anything to please you, even the most obsessed, unhinged yanderes have a few hard, fast exceptions.

I'm assuming you meant just hxh yanderes for this, so let's proceed moving forward with that in mind! If you meant for another fandom, please let me know and I'd be happy to discuss those yanderes too <3

Let's discuss !!

(Tw for petnames, watersports, recording, anal, pegging, crying, hitting, and other smutty things)

Chrollo Lucilfer is pretty hard to frazzle in bed, and is one of those who have done extensive, eager research into both your own personal sexual preferences, and made educated guesses on kinks that seem to correlate with ones he already knows you possess. That said, Chrollo himself isn't especially risky in bed - he'll indulge you, sure, but he doesn't have a strong desire to try anything especially crazy unless you're a big fan. And while he'll let you have your fun (particularly in the beginning of your sexual relationship, just because promising you that he'll choke you or dominate you or whatever else you may like just to get you into bed with him and somewhat willing, just because he needs to pleasure you and get you warming up to him) , most of the time sex with him is quite vanilla. He's open to listening to whatever you want, with one very, very large exception: there is no amount of pleading or bargaining that will let you peg him. He doesn't inherently believe that men should always be dominant over women, but he does believe that he should always be dominant over you. And if you were to peg him, this power structure would collapse, allowing you too much control over both his pleasure and him. He doesn't mind being in a more physically submissive position (he'll never deny you when you straddle him and tell him that you're in charge for the evening, the only response you get being a twinkle in his eye, a soft smirk and a hummed we will see, my love), but the idea of you fucking him just rubs him the wrong way. He's more vulnerable with you than he is anyone else, but Chrollo has his limits. (Besides, the idea of absolutely falling apart for you is both alluring and terrifying, because the moment you discover his prostate, he'll be a gasping mess, his cheeks tinged a light pink and his grip on the sheets below him very, very tight. It would be embarrassing, and he can't allow you to see him in such a weak position - it would derail all the hard work he's done to convince you that you need him.)

Feitan Portor really detests being called Daddy. He thinks it's weird, and even if you - sweet, perfect, irritatingly attractive you - were to say it, he still wouldn't like it. There's just something about it that rubs him the wrong way - it feels too paternal, and while he doesn't remember having a family in any biological capacity, it still just makes his skin crawl. He won't get soft immediately upon hearing you say it (he's always just slightly hard when you're in his vicinity, so rarely ever is he truly flaccid around you), but he'll need to pull out and take a breather, mentally trying to erase the sound of the petname rolling off your tongue. He can deal with other petnames - he'd be okay with sir, if only because he's always kind of had a thing for roleplaying, or at least having some sort of overarching power dynamic present during sex, and being called sir would place him in a position of absolute authority, meaning he could do whatever he wants to you and you'd just obediently obey. (You already kind of do, too scared to say no to him, but it doesn't feel as authentic - he feels less comfortable, more vulnerable and exposed and raw, and he doesn't like that.) You could even call him master if you really wanted to - similarly, it feeds his desire for playing a powerful, dominant role, but he doesn't have any sort of particularly liking towards maid costumes or anything of the sort, so it wouldn't do too much for him. He's good with nearly anything else you could throw at him, but never Daddy. Frankly, he really just prefers his own, actual name - it just sounds so damn good when you gasp it, the sound going straight to both his cock and heart.

Phinks Magcub's brows always get pinched and his lips quirk down when he thinks about the idea of you bleeding during sex. It makes his hands itch, this protectiveness welling up inside him that makes him antsy and nervous and jittery, the energy all pent up and needing to be released because god, he doesn't like seeing you hurt. Even if it makes you feel good, your moans increasing because of the pain twinged pleasure, he's unwilling to indulge you - he couldn't bring himself to purposefully make you bleed, and while he does occasionally (often) leave you bruised and incredibly sore after having his way with you, that's a whole different thing from seeing that crimson color against your pretty skin. It just makes him uncomfortable - if you asked nicely enough he'd consider maybe lightly slapping you or getting rough with you (though he's already pretty rough when he gets lost in the moment - finger shaped bruises litter your body and hickeys dance along your collarbone and neck), but he'll draw the line at drawing blood. (Similarly, he doesn't really want to bleed himself either, but he'd be more willing to be in the position of pain than putting you into that position of pain. Besides, it might help him last longer, the pleasure warded off by negative stimulation - and god knows Phinks needs all the help he can get in delaying his orgasms.)

Uvogin is pretty adventurous in bed, all things considered, but even he has a few hard turn offs, one of which being degrading you. He doesn't mind calling you needy or possessive terms of endearment, but anything with even a slight negative connotation is always preceded by a 'my', so that when he's calling you a slut it always becomes my slut. Even then, he doesn't like doing this - his natural default when he's naked with you is to be praising you, because those are honestly the thoughts running through his mind when he's got his hands on you and he's feeling your soft skin against his. He genuinely only has good, lustful, reverent things to say about your body and the fact that he's getting to touch, kiss, squeeze, and fuck you, and he's not shy about telling the truth. And so, if you were to request for him to degrade you a bit in bed or be a little meaner, he'll oblige, but it'll feel just slightly forced, his words not holding their usual deep, growling timber that always sends shivers down your spine. He ends up compromising by mixing praise and degradation, but absolutely destroying you with his thrusts and well placed circles on your clit, channeling all the harsh, humiliating energy of verbal degradation instead into how he assaults your body with an overwhelming amount of pleasure. He just doesn't like the idea of lying to you, even if it turns you on in this context, because it just feels wrong to tell you that you're only a hole for me to fuck, and holes don't talk. You're not - you're so much more than that, and he doesn't want you to think otherwise. Hell no, not with all the work he's put into making you get comfortable with him and want him. One roll around on the liviing room floor (he'd gotten impatient and didn't feel like making the thirty step journey to the bedroom) isn't worth reversing months worth of warming you up to him. Not even if you leave his back scratched up or end up so stuffed full of his cum that you're literally leaking.

Nobunaga Hazama is, frankly, just thankful and elated that you're touching him. He's delusional, compeltely out of touch with reality, and fucking weird, but he's also a major sap and literally gets heart eyes everytime he sees you. And so, in the bedroom he wants everything to be as close and sensual as possible, and for every bit of pleasure and love shared between the two of you to be expressed in full. This, of course, includes any and all noises he draws out of you - that is, Nobunaga has to have you gasping and keening and moaning. He's loud himself, and he expects sex to be full of wanton cries and a cacophany of sound; one that you are expected to eagerly contribute to. And if you don't deliver? Well, Nobunaga will just try harder, licking at your faster or thrusting harder or pinching tighter - anything and everything to get you to make a damn sound, to give stop him from having to confront the reality that you aren't enjoying this nearly as much as he is. He gets turned off when you're quiet, which is a real bummer if you aren't naturally loud - you have to be, because he won't quite until you are, even if that takes hours and hours and hours.

Alternatively, Franklin Bordeau can tell when you're faking it, and he doesn't like that. At all. He doesn't want your forced moans or fabricated shaking or anything that isn't real - he wants you, your genuine reactions to his touch, and your genuine personality in bed. He doesn't want you to sound like some pornstar - with your moans constant and high and shrill and more pained than pleasured - for two main reasons, the first of which being that it's just annoying. He's never understood the allure of a woman screaming during sex, and even in the context of actual, real pleasure, it still makes him uncomfortable. It's too close to the sounds he hears when he's working a heist - he doesn't want you to sound like them, because he has no intentions of hurting you and just the mere thought of you bloodied is enough to get him soft immediately and clutching onto you like you'll disappear any moment. The second reason why he doesn't want you to be forcing anything is because although he's decently confident in his sexual abilities, he knows he isn't making you feel that good. He's sure him fingering you isn't capable of getting you gasping and whining his name constantly - sure, it feels good, and you'll probably moan and sigh, but still. When he's fucking you, he's hopeful that you'll cry out his name, but he knows you shouldn't be screaming and rythmically, shrilly moaning. He values honesty, and hearing your real, raw reactions to his touch and his presence feels a thousand times more pleasurable than anything you could ever forcibly manufacture - especially your orgasms. He can always tell when you're faking, so don't try it. Don't.

Honestly, it's pretty difficult to get Shalnark turned off. He's kinky, adventurous, and misinterprets a lot of your responses during sex - he likes to think you're just as wild as he is, and even when you clearly don't like something, he still thinks seeing you struggle is just as arousing. (Besides, most of the time he will get you to orgasm - and seeing the internal dilemma of hating what he's doing alongside the pleasure you can't hold back is absolutely delicious.) That said, there are very specific situations that Shalnark doesn't find any attraction in - specifically, he absolutely is not willing to be cucked. Having another person in the room while he fucks you hard enough to make you cry isn't a problem at all - on the contrary, he's very, very interested in that idea, because having another man watch him claim you makes both his possessiveness and nostrils flare, his palms getting sweaty and his pants feeling tight. Cucking, on the other hand, implies that there's someone else touching you - another person sullying you, getting their disgusting hands on your perfect skin that's all his his his, and that's just simply unacceptable. He didn't go through all that trouble of kidnapping you and keeping you in a secure location just to have you touched, fucked, loved by another man. It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or someone Shalnark trusts with his life - you will not be getting intimate with another soul for the rest of your life, simply because he firmly sees you as his property, and him yours. So don't even bother bringing the idea up - he'll fuck you in front of the stranger, no problem, but they're prohibited to strictly watching. (Or, maybe, they'd be good at helping get those camera angles that are really tough to capture - right up in your face, or right zoomed into where his length - flushed red and swollen - is sinking into you over and over, the home video the perfect thing to watch tonight as he cuddles you to sleep.)

Alternatively, Machi Komacine can't stomach the thought of doing anything public. It's not that she fears getting caught, but rather that it makes her uncomfortable that anyone could see the two of you. Someone could just pass by and happen to get an eyeful of you - your pretty skin and curves, your lovely body that her eyes always seem to get stuck on, watching, wanting, yearning. She's not spontaneous in any way when it comes to sex, and she just doesn't see the allure of the risk or danger involved. She's too possessive; it takes her so long to even allow herself to see you naked, and to have a stranger do that and even see your face while she's pleasuring you, while you're coming? The thought makes her nen flare up, the urge to wrap you in her arms and keep the world from even catching a glimpse of you only growing stronger. Even aside from her possessiveness, the idea of doing something where others could see you makes her nervous, too, because Machi isn't entirely confident in her abilities to actually please you in the bedroom. Sure, she understands female anatomy and has a good sense of what you like from all that stalking, but actually doing it? That's a different thing entirely - and the pressure of pleasing you coupled with the pressure of other people potentially watching her struggle makes her feel uncomfortable, a foreign, heavy sense of self doubt settling heavily in her gut. It's just not for her - sex belongs in the bedroom, or perhaps the couch or kitchen table. Not outside of your 'shared' apartment, and certainly not where someone else could get an eyeful of what's hers.

Pakunoda will still jump on the opportunity to pleasure you and be pleasured, but in general she'll be hesitant if the both of you are still fully clothed. She doesn't see the appeal of clothed sex - she wants you completely bared to her, utterly raw, your body on display for her to worship and touch and mark. She thinks keeping the clothing on is not only impractical, but diminishes the intimacy between the two of you. You'll get all sorts of sticky, hard to clean things staining the clothes, and because she can be a little snobby about materialistic delights like luxury clothing, she's not exactly keen on getting your slick all over her nice clothes. (Although, she wouldn't be entirely opposed to having your slick all over her skin, like you're leaving a mark of possession on her. Just not the clothes.) Clothes stop her from being able to fully explore your body, and, as much as she'd never admit it, when you have your clothing on it makes it much harder to use her nen on you. That is, while it makes her feel a little dirty and slimy, she will be using her ability to dig into your memories for any information on your kinks and fantasies, just because she wants to make sex as perfect and pleasurable for you as she possibly can. So shed the layers with her - it makes things so much better. Plus, the sight of you bare and squirming underneath her, looking all pretty and submissive and cute is certainly a drool worthy sight.

All things considered, Shizuku Murasaki is actually kind of picky about sex. She likes things to be her way or the highway, and as her darling you'll be forced to go along with all of her preferences and wants. And while she loves all things oral, there are a few things she's absolutely unwilling to do. Namely, while she worships you and cherishes you as much as a mass-murderer can, she will not indulge you in anything involving your asshole. It's a cleanliness thing for her; she knows you're clean (she'd just bathed with you this morning and personally hand washed you, paying very, very careful attention to your cunt), but she has a mental block against having her mouth anywhere near that part of you. She's always felt this way with every partner she's had - she just doesn't understand the allure of anal, whether that be fingering, oral, or penetration. She'd much, much rather pay attention to other areas of your body - your pussy, your thighs, your breasts, your mouth. She'll always shy away when she's got her face between your legs, but unfortunately for you, this courtesy does not extend to you too. She doesn't expect you to do anything with her ass, but she certainly won't stop you if you're getting too close, or if you get the desire. She'll just blink at you and tell you to be careful, then pull your head in by your hair and get you closer and closer and closer, enjoying the experience despite herself. Shizuku is a little hypocritical in a lot of aspects in sex, but this is one particular area where she's absolutely unfair.

Hisoka Marrow is a freak in every sense of the word. Genuinely, there is very, very little you could do that would cause him to fall out of the mood, or to rid him of the insistant, raging boner nearly everything you do gives him. He'll try anything once, and he firmly believes in keeping your sex life interesting and varied. That said, he certainly has preferences, and one thing that sits quite low on his list of preferred bedroom activities is to be worshipped. It's not that he doesn't want your attention and praise (he does, urgently), but rather that there's something about the position of being the one drowned in compliments and confessions of love that makes him a little uncomfortable. Perhaps it's because he's not used to being in such a submissive, vulnerable position, or maybe it's because he doesn't feel like he's got enough control of the situation. It doesn't really matter, because Hisoka will always send teasing remarks your way when you get the courage to be the dominant one, and that will almost always derail you enough to get you steering away from any territory that gets dangerously close to becoming too vulnerable and real for him. He loves you in his own twisted, strange way, but he's not ready to open himself up fully to you, to let you take full charge and just take care of him. He may never be ready, really, so any dreams you have of fully dominating him and reducing him to a trembling, fucked out mess will have to remain just that - dreams.

In general, Illumi Zoldyck will try most things you suggest. It's not that he's especially adventurous in the bedroom, but rather that you're the first person he's ever had any sexual contact with, and everything with you feels good, so he wants to try it all. He has very few boundries when it comes to you, and so consequently, there aren't too many things that turn him off. However, he does have two surefire things that he'll immediately and vehemently outright refuse. Firstly, he will absolutely not wear any protection. He turns his nose at the thought of condoms, and will only laugh in your face if you suggest using them for obvious reasons. He will be entering you in the most natural way possible, and he will be finishing as deeply inside of you as he can manage. Secondly, he absolutely will not allow another person to be involved in your sex life. There will be no third person in your bed, no other person for you to be pleasuring and be pleasured by. There is only you and Illumi - it's your sex life, and it makes his possessiveness flare up to dangerous proportions to imagine another person seeing you in such a vulnerable, intimate position. So really, don't even bother bringing up the idea - he won't even consider it, already shooting it down before you're finished getting the sentence out. (And after he finishes lecturing you about how another man or woman has no place in your bed, he'll promptly fuck you right then and there - no matter where you are - just to prove his point. He's all you need, after all.)

Sex with Kurapika Kurta is soft and sensual. It can be a little rougher if he's had a particularly bad day, or if he's recently had a run in with the Troupe, but for the most part he makes love rather than fucks. And because of this, he really, really doesn't like seeing you cry during sex. It makes him uncomfortable, his instincts begging him to comfort you and eliminate whatever caused your tears. He associates crying with the early days of when he'd kidnapped you, back when you were still terrified of him and much too scared to even stand to look at him, much less allow him to touch you. And particularly in the context of sex, he does not want to be reminded of all the horrible things he's done to you - things are good now, happy, and you've finally come around to the idea that he loves you, that you'll spend the rest of your life with him. And so, the moment there are tears beading at your eyes, he's immediately going soft, his palms cupping your cheeks as he stares wildly at you, asking in a rushed, still breathless voice if you're alright, if you're hurt, if you're upset and who he needs to kill to right this wrong. He overreacts, and it always, always turns into either self hatred aimed at himself for ruining your happiness, or a bloodthirsty desire to kill whoever is upsetting you. The only exception to his hatred of you crying is when it's done because you're too overstimulated, the pleasure too much for you to even process. When you're so fucked out from the pleasure he gave you, then the tears are acceptable. He still doesn't like them all that much, but it's at least a sign that he's treating you well, that he's able to make you feel good and pleasured, and it makes pride swell in his chest. So in general, try not to cry in front of him - he goes flaccid in mere seconds, his protective nature ramping up and any semblance of sexiness gone immediately.

When Leorio Paradinight has you in bed, he's almost in a state of utter awe, almost unable to really process what's going on. He's just so incredibly aroused by you, even if you're just laying beside him with your clothes fully on, and because of this he's game to try pretty much anything you want in bed. He's genuinely just so fucking excited to be with you that he'll do basically anything you want, no matter how degrading or gross or off the wall. That said, however, he doesn't really understand the appeal of pet play. He doesn't harbor any fantasies of you donning a set of bunny ears or a tail or anything of the sort, simply because he doesn't really like fantasies that change you, even if it's something as trivial as your ears. He thinks of you as perfection, and that includes every proportion of your body, every freckle, mole, hair and blemish you could have, and he doesn't want to pretend that you aren't exactly who - and what - you are. Besides, he just doesn't see the appeal; he wants you to talk and moan for him when he's touching you, not have you purr or whine or any other animal noise. He thinks it's a little weird, if he's being honest, and while he'll begrudgingly agree if you beg him to try it out (he'll do anything to see you smile, after all), his orgasm won't come as pathetically easily as normal. This extends to pet play where he's the one dressing up as a pet, too - he's more likely to enjoy it this way, but there's something humiliating about the butt plug tail and the fox ears, and it's humiliating in all the wrong ways. He's just not too big of a fan - now if you wanted to get some sort of ownership roleplay going that didn't involve pets or animals, he'd be all over that - the moment you refer to yourself as mommy or his mistress, he's practically creaming his pants, getting on his knees for you and begging for you to touch him. (And maybe even step on him, depending on how needy he's feeling that day.)

Razor, despite sometimes losing control in bed and getting a little rougher than he means to, will never willingly hit you in bed. He doesn't like the idea of slapping you. He might gently pat your ass when you're bouncing on top of him, but it's only just enough to make you yelp, only enough to make a slight smack noise of skin against skin. Hitting you - even in the context of sexual pleasure - reminds him too much of his younger days, back when he was a criminal and was much less controlled, much more dangerous. And really, that's the last thing he wants you to see him as - he wants you to take comfort in him, to want him to hold you and touch you, and he's sure that even if you want him to get rough with you and manhandle you, to smack your cheek and tell you to behave for him, you will start associating him with pain and violence. And he just can't have that - not after all the work he's gone through to prove that despite kidnapping you, he's not the monster you think he is. (Besides, there's just something more meaningful about softer, sweeter sex - he's fucked more women than he'd care to admit, but you're the first one he's gone slow with, the first one he's really taken his time with. And while it might be stupid, that makes you different in his eyes - like he's saved something special for you, like the passionate, romantic side of him that comes out when he's got you naked and stretched out on his fingers is something only you'll ever get to see.)

Another man who tries to keep things a bit vanilla in the bedroom (not for the same reasons as Razor, but rather because he just genuinely prefers more intimate and tame sex) is Knuckle, who can't stand the thought of recording your intimate times. He does objectively think the idea is a bit hot, but he's too worried that somehow the recordings will get leaked, that somehow other people will get their hands on precious recordings of him making love to you, of him making you moan and sigh and fall apart on his tongue and fingers and cock. He views the time you both spend together in the sheets as being almost sacred, like something special that's reserved only for the two of you, and having a camera rolling would just make everything feel too impersonal. It would make him nervous, too, because he'd want to rewatch the tapes with you just so he can see your face the whole time (he tends to lose himself the closer he gets to his orgasm, and always buries his face in your neck to try and make himself last longer, so he misses seeing your facial expressions when he's finishing inside you), but he'd be worried about the way he looks, about whether he looks attractive to you, dominant to you, sexy to you. However, despite his reservations about recording himself fucking you, he will photograph you in the pretty, feminine lingerie he buys for you. He'll get a new color or cut, and have you try on the set, posing for the camera while he takes a few shots, his pants visibly straining around his swollen cock because god, you look good. He'll keep the photographs in his pants pocket and never, ever share them, always looking back at them when he's away on missions and missing you. He's a bit hypocritical, but the moment a camera gets trained on him, he's turning red and clamming up.

Morel is another one who's very flexible in the bedroom, and would be difficult to completely turn off. However, one thing that Morel just simply can't get behind is watersports. He'll try it, if you really beg him to, but he just doesn't like it. It feels unsanitary to him (and god, the mess), but even beyond that it just feels a little degrading, and not in a good way. If you really, really pushed him on it, he'd give in and do as you please, reluctantly forcing himself to release onto you, but the entire time he'd be feeling guilty, discomfort eating at him because isn't it horribly disrespectful to be literally pissing on you? He loves you, and it just sits wrong with him. He'll refuse after that first time, and while he's not particularly into it, if you really, really wanted to, he'd let you reverse the roles. He's not particularly eager to have you wet yourself or piss on him, but that's better because now at least you're the one in the position of power. Plus, you're begrudgingly a little cute when you get all embarrassed about it. But still, it's most definitely not something he desires, and while he'd entertain your fantasies once in a blue moon, it certainly won't be a regular occurrence in your sex life together.

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doumadono · 5 months

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hi. I'm not sure thus counts as an emergency request but if it dose then,

ive been dealing with horrible feelings and don't want to feel like a burden with telling the people that are around me but if they have a problem then they shouldn't feel like a burden and they should come to me.

could you maybe do a bakugo with reader that has feelings of being an emotional burned and won't go to anyone else but when someone else needs them, their arms are always open?

so sorry to bother you if this doesn't count as an emergency request

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you've been going through such challenging times. It's important to remember that your feelings are valid, and reaching out for support doesn't make you a burden. Just as you encourage others to come to you with their problems, it's okay to share yours too. We all need a helping hand sometimes, and you're not alone in this. If you ever feel like talking, I'm here for you ♥

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Bakugo watched you from a distance, his usual scowl softened by a mixture of curiosity and concern. He had noticed the way you seemed to pull away from others, a protective wall around you that was both intriguing and, in his own way, frustrating. He couldn't quite put his finger on why you carried this emotional burden, but he was determined to understand.

One day, after a particularly intense training session, he found you sitting alone, staring into the distance. Deciding to take a chance, Bakugo approached you. "Hey, you alright?" he grumbled, trying to sound less concerned than he actually was.

You looked up, meeting his fiery gaze, and offered a small, wistful smile. "Yeah, just the usual stuff, you know?"

Bakugo huffed, sitting down beside you. "Don't give me that vague crap. What's eating at you?"

You hesitated for a moment before sighing. "It's just… I feel emotionally burned. Like, I can't trust people with my feelings. But at the same time, when someone needs help, I can't say no. It's like my arms are always open for others, but I can't let anyone in."

Bakugo raised an eyebrow, his irritation shifting to something more thoughtful. "Well, that's dumb. If you can help others, you should be able to let someone help you too."

You chuckled, appreciating his straightforwardness. "Easy for you to say, Bakugo. You're not exactly the poster boy for vulnerability."

He scowled, but there was a flicker of understanding in his eyes. "Doesn't mean I don't get it. Sometimes, you gotta let people in. It doesn't make you weak, dumbass."

With those words, he surprised you by pulling you into a tight hug. It wasn't the explosive, brash Bakugo you were used to; instead, it was a gesture of genuine support. You hesitated for a moment before allowing yourself to melt into the embrace, feeling the warmth of his presence.

"There, not so hard, was it?" he grumbled, but there was a subtle reassurance in his tone.

And as Bakugo held you, you realized that maybe, just maybe, opening up to others wasn't a sign of weakness, but a courageous step toward healing.

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thepariahcontinuum · 5 months

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Sophia/Shadow Stalker's Trigger Event definitely involved her running for her life.

Having little Miss "You're either a predator or you're prey" have gotten her superpowers whilst being the prey and keeping that as a dirty little secret that she would rather die than admit to anyone just feels absolutely perfect.

It makes her just another traumatized teenager using her powers to take back some semblance of control over her life in a world that is objectively nuts. It also fits with her relationships with a few different characters.

Emma: Sophia has no friends outside of Emma, even Madison is more "Emma's other friend who's around sometimes" and they meet during what would have been Emma's Trigger event if she was a Cape....Sophia is, in a messed up way trying to be the person she never had in her own life; revealing that there's something more to her under all of that anger and cruelty.

Brian: Shadow Stalker wants Grue to be her nemesis so hard it hurts and honestly, if Brian "I'm going to lie about my Trigger Event" Laborn is going to have a nemesis then making it a Sophia who is similarly hiding her own insecurities and refusing to show weakness or vulnerability in front of anyone is just perfect, it makes them narrative foils.

Taylor: Remember the line where Sophia sees that Taylor took up running and loses her shit about it "You wanted to be strong so you copied me by running" or something to that effect....Gives it new context doesn't it?

Imagine:

You're on the track team in junior high.

The fact that all you can do is run is what saves your life.

You get superpowers designed to help you escape and still you refuse to ever be the victim or run away again.

You're forced to stay on the track team in high school just to keep up appearances.

The girl you've been bullying finally gets a bit of a spine, she's finally getting stronger.

She did it by taking inspiration from you..... By running

#Wormblr #worm web serial #Parahumans #Worm Headcanon #Shadow Stalker #Sophia Hess #Taylor Hebert #Skitter #Brian Laborn #Grue #Emma Barnes #character analysis #Thematic Parallels #narrative foils

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yourlocalstranger123 · 1 year

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Genshin SAGAU x Reader. Part 2

You know, when people degrade themselves, saying horrible things about themselves.

So you made a rule that when you hear EVEN ONE thing that degrades themselves, they will be punished personally by you.

It involves lipstick💄 so if you don't like wearing lipstick and being a ✨️bAdDiE✨️ then this ain't for you.

Characters: Xiao, Scaramouche

Xiao

You were trying to find Xiao, you also made some tofu for him. You were about to call him until you heard him. You heard him saying not good things about himself and you publicly said about the rule so you sneaked up on him and hugged him. He was surprised, panicking that you saw him vulnerable, and weak. He tried to get away but your inhuman strength was no match.

"Xiao, remember the rule I made?"

"I'm sorry your grace, I didn't mean to! I'll gladly accept any punishment you give me."

He looked at you, wondering what you were getting out of your pocket. A lipstick? Why? (Oh, He was about to know.) You were putting on the lipstick, (idc if you are a dude, YOU WILL.) And looked at him smugly. You grabbed him and kissed him all over his face, he was a blushing mess! Poor xiao, he's still processing. If you kiss him anymore, he might just be redder than your lipstick and ascend to the celestials.

"Xiao, the lipstick is gonna be hard to get off. This is the punishment. Now everyone can see how much I love you! Also, here's some tofu for you."

He was covering his face with his mask and grabbed the tofu, disappearing into particles. He didn't want to admit he enjoyed it. But the only problem was that Ganyu or Zhongli was asking why was there a smudge of pink, reddish on his face. He was blushing and tried to change the topic.

*bonus*

If you tease him more about it, he will be a blushing mess but silently saying that he didn't mind it, he thought you didn't hear him but oh, you heard everything loud and clear. You will so gonna tease him about that later.

Scaramouche

You were in your bedroom, reading. You were halfway through finishing the book when you heard a crashing sound. You thought it was just one of the vases that fell off of the table, but you were too tired and just put down the book and went to sleep. You felt a presence next to you, you opened your eyes to see Scaramouche holding you tight, crying. He kept repeating the same words, 'Don't leave me, I'll be better, please! Don't abandon me again!' You woke him up and comforted him. He was saying shitty things about himself again. As much as you wanted to just stay silent and let him bathe in your warmth, you had to remind him.

"Must I remind you about the rule? I must punish you now."

He began to hold you tighter.

"Idc how bad is the punishment, so please don't leave me!" He cried harder. Silently begging you to not let go, when you got up and went to your closet.

You got your lipstick and quickly put it on, you grabbed both of his wrists and kissed all over his face.....as the same thing as Xiao, but worse. He is malfunctioning, saying random muffled words that you don't understand but didn't give a damn. If you tease him a bit more, he will scoot away and begin pointing fingers at you. His ego and pride won't let him admit, he wanted you to do more and maybe slyly scoot closer for you to kiss him even more. Well the next day, he didn't even try washing it off. No one would dare ask him about it unless they want to suffer the wrath.

*bonus*

If you were gonna tease him about it, he will just change the topic or say that you are shameless!

(Sir, you are the one who didn't even try to wash it off properly)

Part 1

Next part will be albedo, diluc. If you want, you can ask me to do other people.

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sounknownvoid · 4 months

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Sam's "puppy dog eyes" are just him,hurt or ashamed - vulnerable?

We all know (&love) sammy's "puppy dog eyes" - & thanks to dean, we've been told of its amazing powers of persuasion and influence on people... I mean look at the evidence:

How could you possibly say no to this face?... I certainly couldn't ...but maybe that's the point - hear me out..

In "Scarecrow", Dean waxes lyrical about how his brother could give you this "look" and people would just "buy into" whatever it was he was saying at the time...

Elsewhere too, it's remarked upon, by Dean, about how no one can resist the power of the "puppy dog eyes" - thing that strikes me though is the language used - its almost framed like its a "manipulative tactic", something that Sam deliberately uses to his advantage somehow and is a weapon in his personal arsenal to disarm and influence people....ie "mere mortals" - the language is almost ominous and sinister...from dean.

Similarly when he talks about how sam is the one more easily able to coax whoever they're interviewing on cases to trust them, persuade them gently with his demeanour to divulge information that they'd perhaps otherwise not have shared...again framed almost like a "secret power" of Sam's....by Dean.

But then, watch the actual show and the actual times those 'puppy dog eyes' are shown by sam - he'd usually hurt or bewildered or ashamed and guilty and scared - yes, even soulless sam coz y'know he was still an actual person... if it IS a tactic it usually seems to be to try and get other person to stop hurting him or to show that he's hurting (the point of facial expressions) in hope the said person will stop - which BTW, note how he blanks in later seasons instead and stops showing his vulnerability any more?...

and whenever he's been able to convince people to share information and to trust them - it's been because he employed EMPATHY n understanding and cared about the situations these "normal" people found themselves in...ie he simply treated these folks as normal human beings caught in a bad situation and showed them some consideration,thoughtfulness amd kindness.....and that's all.

Contrast to whenever dean has been on his own (or when soulless with him instead) - he has a hard edge to him and gives off some pretty angst n downright scary vibes- not too mention, he's usually pretty suspicious or scoffing at the "civvies" in his demeanour - prolonged contact with sam has taught him to moderate himself/his approach but it's not his "natural" state with folks...

And that brings me to the point I'm trying to make on this post...

What if dean, struggling with his own "complex feelings" and being unable to ever deny sam anything coz of his own love n conditioning reads Sam's wounded look as a manipulation- a way to explain away his own "weakness" ( coz remember in john & dean's world vulnerability & love is a weakness is not what a "man" does) - ie "sammy made me do it with his bewitching eyes" instead of "I love my brother so much I can't deny him anything" is more palatable to dean.... and also, because his feelings frightened him and he's scared of the (perceived) hold sam has on him - he thinks sam MUST know of his effect on dean and MUST be using it on purpose....because conflict/threat&it's defusal & disarmament of said threat or weaponising their tools/themselves, is what they do.

And then, to further justify it to himself, he points to the interviews with civilians and how sam is able to persuade them too - so it's not just him, samm DOES have these "powers of persuasion"-bordering on ahem, the supernatural...but it's just sam being a decent human to these folks...

Just like everything else Sam's been blamed for or, something ominous being made of something he does or is - maybe those "famous" puppy-dog eyes of his are just sam looking actually, genuinely hurt,wounded,betrayed? - but it's so much easier to deflect and dismiss as a manipulative tactic so that no reparations or even acknowledgements need to be made and so no accountability required to be taken - which is after all, "dean special power"?....

it strikes me everytime, how much of our views of sam are molded and informed by dean's POV in the narrative of supernatural....

I'm beginning to wonder if we've ever actually seen sam as he was in the story at all - from an objective standpoint, let alone his own POV (which I'm sure would be far darker of himself and also inaccurate?)...

#supernatural #anti dean winchester #sam and dean #oh sam 🥺😭#i cry over sammy all the time in spn #jared padalecki acting appreciation #Deans view of sam informs audience's perception of sam also #spn meta

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itwasthereaminuteago · 9 months

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|| In A Week ||

frank castle x female reader

Tags/warnings: sad, angsty, reader is um... dead, Frank is not dealing well, implied sort-of suicide attempt/lack of care.

I recommend reading the short fic Seeya first if you want to amp up the sadness! 😜

It's been a while since he's been here, usually it was almost everyday without fail but lately…

When he places his hand on the earth it feels warm, but only from the waning afternoon sun. The sky is that heavy, stormy yellow-grey colour now, and as he tilts his head up and closes his eyes he can feel the pressure change in the muggy air.

You loved storms. Told him countless times there was magic in them but damn, he'd swear the magic was all you as you had dragged him out on the balcony and kissed him stupid in the pouring rain.

And then, not long after, God had said no. There would be no more dancing in the storms, no dinners out, no weekend adventures, no more sleepy mornings wrapped up in each other. No more anything for you, for his girl.

Whatever purpose this God had in mind for you, it was done, but he wasn't yet done with Frank.

take me you motherfucking coward, take me.

He wishes so hard that it was the sound of your laughter echoing in his ears instead of the fading of your final breath. He tries picturing the brightness of your eyes and the warmth of your smile, but all he can see is the jolting of your vulnerable body as the bullets ripped through and took you from him.

I'm so sorry, baby. Should've done better by you. It should've been me.

He's not asking for forgiveness as he whispers those words into the soft wind. If you could reach across the void he'd eagerly listen for your punishment, he'd beg you to tell him exactly how to suffer, because he'd do it a million times over and it still wouldn't be enough. It can't ever be enough.

One minute you were there, smiling, laughing, screaming, loving him, and then you just… weren't.

It's okay, I'll see you…

He didn't understand, despite the myriad of lives he's taken he couldn't get his head around how this had happened. How he'd let it. It wasn't supposed to happen to you, you were meant to be different, separate to all of that, untouchable.

He hunches over, his fingers digging hard into the wet soil like you'd just reach up through it and he could bring you back. Or that you'd pull him under with you.

But you don't. His throat closes up, his body shakes but his sobs are muted by the thunder, and tears are lost in the rain.

He presses his fingers first to his lips, then to the letters of your name carved in the headstone.

Seeya.

He leans up against it as comfortably as he can with the way he's bleeding out.

It's over. It won't be that long until he's with you again.

Things are just starting to get murky and go dark when he feels his body being lifted up.

Stop fighting me Frank, I'm trying to help

no…

A weak murmur at first, then louder as he regains consciousness.

"NO! Leave me here, let me be with her! Let me be with her!" Even in his weakened state he's roaring, furious desperation cracking his voice as he's pulled further away from you.

"You know I can't do that."

So then, this was his punishment, to be dragged back into a living hell by the devil. To suffer a life without you in it.

"I'm gonna… kill you," Frank rasps, "I'm gonna fuckin' kill you, Red."

The devil wasn't for listening, hoisting him over his shoulders and staggering up the hill. "Yeah okay, but later. Gotta get you to a hospital first."

"Just let me fuckin' go Red, let me die. I'm done."

The incessant steady beep of the heart monitor was mocking him. The holes in him now stitched and taped up, proof of life soaking through the stark white dressings.

"Hey." Red says from the corner of the room.

Frank winces. Goddamn fucking self-righteous prick was always interfering. Taking his choice from him. He wanted to wring his neck but the fight in him was quickly draining away as he remembered just why they were here.

"I- I can't, can't do this without her." Frank's voice was quiet and hoarse as it broke. He didn't give a fuck if Red could smell his fucking tears or whatever, he was just full on crying rivers now. It was one thing at least that had been getting easier.

Matt comes closer to the side of the bed.

"She'd want you to live for her, you know that Frank. You're strong, you can survive."

Frank scoffs and shakes his head before wiping tears away. "Sh-she was it for me, made me strong… an' I don't know… she was everything."

Matt's hand is gentle on his shoulder.

"And that's why you have to keep on going, for her. Ask me how I know."

Frank didn't need to, he knew what Red had gone through, brought to a low place he almost hadn't come back from.

Matt sighs, remembering. "It's not easy. It takes time, but you're not alone, and you've got help if you need it."

Frank's in a daze, doesn't know if it's the blood loss or what but he just keeps on shaking his head. "I dunno Red, I dunno."

I'm lost. I'm so lost.

"It's alright, we'll figure it out."

Frank feels gutted out, vacant. Memories of you like they happened yesterday reel through his mind and sting the backs of his eyes like someone has jammed fucking razorblades in there.

Sure, whatever you say Red.

"Yeah, yeah."

#frank castle x reader #frank castle angst #tw: death #sad fic #frank castle fic #Written in breaks at work today

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weepingchronicles · 2 months

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Hey! Do you mind me requesting platonic yandere for both Joel and Ellie? I was literally imagining like what if reader was a part of an enemy group that maybe kidnapped Ellie but like over the course of like maybe a couple of days they became friends until you know Joel comes to get Ellie out of there

platonic yandere joel and ellie with enemy reader! (unedited)

tw/cw: yandere, manipulation, violence, mentions of death, immolation

word count: 1,755

thank you for requesting! for this i went with a reader whose a little bit older than ellie just because it made more sense in my head! hope u don't mind

"Let me go, let me go!"

The pitiful cries of the prisoner next door were hard to ignore, I wince and continue making her meal.

It's been a day of non-stop yelling and screaming, we had to tape her mouth again and again to not attract anyone, especially the man we first found her with. My higherups had told me it was probably dead since he was very injured when they found them and probably succumbed to his wounds, especially in this rough winter. But the prisoner wasn't too convinced, or maybe she was trying to convince herself who knows.

I enter the room and see the girl, sympathy fills my chest as i see her cradled up, still tied to the pole and within a large metal cage. I begin to unlock it, holding the warm oatmeal in my other hand. Her eyes pierce throughout my body, like a blood-thirsty animal trying to spot my weakness.

"I made you breakfast." I say with a weak smile, my higherups told me that this girl deserved this, she was caught stealing food and pulled a gun on them. Besides, we hadn't intended to hurt her but we couldn't exactly let her walk freely either.

"I don't want it." She says, a scowl on her face as she refuses eye contact with me. I sigh and put down the bowl next to her.

"You haven't ate and it's cold down here," I shove the bowl closer to her. "Please."

I see hesitation in her face for a moment but she relents. "Fine, just untie me."

I smile happily and go to untie her. Once both of her hands are free, she elbows me in the nose, knocking me down on the ground.

Blood rushes down from my nostrils from the hit and the prisoner runs out the cage. Trying to find a way out, she runs to a door leading outside.

"No, wait!" I scream, trying to stand up. Two guards who were standing watch outside push Ellie to the ground. I scream, running to them. The guards pull a gun on her, ready to shoot.

"No, don't!" The girl has a wild scared look on her face and I don't even care if she hurt me, wouldn't I have done the same?

The guards look me up and down, "This bitch hurt you! Besides we can't have her escaping again, we should have killed her when we first found her-"

"No, please, she's just a kid! I promise, if she escapes again kill her but not today." I put myself in front of the gun, the girl looking between me and the guards.

One of the guards tsk and lowers his weapon. I let out a sigh of relief and the guards drag her to the cage again, locking her inside. She gives me a look before I'm dragged off somewhere. The look was unrecognizable but it almost looked like trust?

I come back again the next day. "What happened to you?" the girl asks, staring at the next deep scar in my cheek.

"I was the one who almost let you escape, remember?" I say, and the girl looks down almost apologetically.

"So.. why did you do it anyway? I mean, let me live."

"I would have done the same in your position. You're like me."

A few moments of silence pass until the girl speaks again.

"Ellie."

"What?"

"My name is Ellie..." Ellie utters, she doesn't look at me but it's clear she is being vulnerable.

I smile, "I'm (Y/N), how old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Wow, I'm only a couple years older than you. So.. why did you steal food anyway?"

"I didn't know anyone lived near! And Joel needed medicine..."

Curiosity sparks in my head, "Is Joel your family?"

"Ugh, no! He's just kinda.. looking after me. I'm the reason he got hurt." Ellie lets out, refusing to say anymore.

"Oh. I know how that feels, to have someone you care about get hurt protecting you," I say solemnly.

Ellie doesn't say anymore so I try to change the topic. For hours and the next couple of days we become closer, we learn we like the same comics and music. Ellie has seen stuff that I have never even known about. She often pleads to help me escape but there is only so much I can do, if they find out I helped I would be killed or kicked out to die. Ellie says I can join her and Joel but I'm not sure if I'm ready to leave..

I'm sleeping peacefully until I am woken up by silent shaking. I open my eyes groggily, fully widening once I see Ellie standing over me while shushing me.

"Ellie..? Wha-" "Shh, I'm going to get you out of here."

"What..?" Ellie forcibly pulls me up, hurriedly putting on my boots and coat for me as I stand in confusion.

"I don't understand- how did you get out and why are-"

Ellie hisses in frustration and grabs me by my shoulders, "Listen! The infected got in and there's no time to explain. Joel is waiting for us, we have to leave now!"

My head is swarming with thoughts and anxiety and before I know it I'm rushing out the door into the cold air with Ellie gripping my hand.

"Where are we going!?" I yell, stumbling a bit in the thick snow.

"C'mon!" Ellie yells, not answering my question as she drags me along further, seeming to head nearer to the woods.

In the distance there is smoke and fire, I can hear the faint noise of glass shattering and gunshots. I gasp, hearing the screams if I listen closely enough but I choose not to.

We reach the fence protecting us from the woods, and Ellie throws her backpack and mine over.

"Okay, you're gonna have to jump over. Joel is going to meet us there."

I hesitate, looking back seeing my whole community go up in flames. In a quick decision, I start climbing the fence falling onto the snow once I make it over. Ellie does the same and we both grab onto our backpacks and head further into the woods. Darkness surrounds us, the only thing lighting the world being the fire illuminating the sky into a bright orange. We run in the woods until we can no longer hear the gunshots. It is silent except for our panting breaths, until there is a sound of a branch cracking.

I don't react fast enough, a Runner charges at me with lightning speed. I scream but before it reaches me Ellie tackles it to the ground, using a dagger to stab at its head.

"Ellie!" I rush in to help her, lifting her off the corpse when its finally dead.

"Ellie, your hand." I point to her, and she looks down to see a ring of teeth marks aligning around her wrist, blood already dripping down from the gash.

I begin to break down, my only friend is infected and it was all to save me. I curl into a ball, sobbing. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm-" "(Y/N), no, I'm fine! Look, I'm immune!" Ellie lifts up her sleeve showing a months old bite mark.

"What.. how?" I look up at her, tears still welling in my eyes. "I don't know how, it just is. But all that matters is that you're okay." Ellie hugs me tightly, I relax in her hold finding comfort in the only friend I have that I don't even notice another set of footsteps approaching.

"Ellie!? Ellie!" A man with a Texan accent comes up rushing to us. An instinctual fear creeps up on me as soon as I see the man, he is bloodied and carrying a shotgun. It is clear he has had some kind of training even before the apocalypse, and him being alive nowadays is enough reason to not fuck around with him. Despite all that, Ellie goes rushing to hug him, seeking protection but all I feel is bad feelings coming from him.

"(Y/N), this is Joel, the man who I was with."

"Hi.." I stammer out the best I can. I don't know if I'm shaking from the cold or in fear.

"Hello," Joel says roughly, he extends his hand to hold my shoulder and I try my best to not wince.

"Ellie said you're comin' with us, so let's get a move on before more trouble comes."

I nod and Ellie locks her arm with mine following Joel further away to my burning home. As we walk, I can't help but question everything.

How did Ellie escape? How is Joel seemingly fine although he was injured and needed medicine? Why do I feel so suspicious of Joel?

More and more questions ambush my thoughts and I can't help but seek confirmation to them.

"Ellie, you never answered my question before on how'd you escape..?" I notice Ellie tighten her grip on me slightly which immediately raises red flags in my head.

"Joel found me."

"Right, but I thought Joel was injured but he seems fine to me." Joel stops leading the way, halting in his tracks.

"You sure ask a lotta questions, kiddo."

"Then give me the answers to them!" I plead, I want to believe Ellie and Joel, to believe I didn't just abandon my community to die by itself. Ellie stammers urging Joel not to say something, but he sighs and says "You really want to know? I was never injured in the first place and I knew Ellie was here for awhile now but we planned an attack today because she wanted you."

"Me? Wait, you killed those people? Most of them did nothing and now they're dead because of you!" Tears are streaming down my face now, my only friend has been lying to me, pleading for me to let her go when she could have done it this whole time.

Joel's eyes darken, "I know, so you better come with us because I didn't do all that shit for nothing!" I back up, trying to plot a run from Joel and Ellie even though I have nowhere to go. "No, I'm not going anywhere with you both!" Ellie suddenly grabs me arms, pinning it to my back. I struggle but the smaller girl is more stronger than me, Joel steps closer, pulling something out of his pocket and WHAM, I feel a pain in my skull and the world fades to black..

a/n: sorry if this is bad and i know it took long, i was struggling with the ending and it also just didn't seem yandere enough? constructive criticism is welcome. also i know joel was just kind of mean in this but i feel he'd be a slow kind of yandere, like he wouldn't start to RLLY care about you until way later but yknow

#soft yandere #yandere #platonic yandere #yandere ellie #yandere joel #yandere tlou #yandere the last of us #the last of us

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tickles-28 · 1 year

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This is a 4 Part series i wrote for someone at the start of the pandemic, who shared my love for the darker elements of tickling 🙈

TW - Kidnapping, drugging.

This is all 4 parts in one, strap in for a ride folx! 🫠 Feedback is always welcome, either through comments here or by DM 😊 Enjoy!

Part 1 - The Meeting

We decided we were finally going to meet, and agreed to at one of your favourite coffee spots. i knew what you liked, so i ordered it for you and was patiently waiting your arrival. You walk through the door in an adorable strappy sundress, begin to look around for me, so i put my hand up and wave at you to direct you my way. We make a little awkward small talk at the shop for a while, and i then ask if you want to go for a drive to a nice quiet location so that maybe we could get to know each other a little better, and talk openly without so many listening ears around. As we start to walk to the car, you notice you're feeling a little drowsy, and are having a hard time keeping your eyes open. i ask if everything's alright, and you mention suddenly not feeling great, and apologetically asked if i could drop you off at home and reschedule. i smile wickedly as i help you into your seat, and that's the last thing you remember before drifting to sleep in the vehicle.

You awake to a light breeze over your pale bare skin, but everything is still dark. You try to get up, but you soon realize that you're completely helpless, exposed, and vulnerable as you try to wiggle even the smallest amount. Your arms are bound at the wrists and pulled tightly overhead, and your elbows are tied out to the sides of the bed for extreme immobility. You can feel your nipples swelling from the breeze, and from your mind being trapped in this dark space, wondering what's going to happen to you. You try to squirm again, but there's just no use. The only part of your body that you seem to have any control over, are your fingers and your head. There are bonds around your waist pulling tightly to the edges of the bed, thigh ties to keep them spread wide, and bonds at your knees to keep you from closing your legs. Lastly, those adorable little feet are tied at the ankles to the corners of the bed, with every tiny toe tied back to a stock-like device around each ankle. You are almost 100% immobile.

You hear a door open, as another breeze hits your skin from the swinging motion. Footsteps grow closer, the door slams shut, and you jump from the sound.

"WHERE AM I? WHAT'S THIS ABOUT?! WHAT'S GOING ON?! LET ME GO!" you start yelling at your captor, confused as to where you are, or who you're with. Darkness still consumes you, and you're realizing now that you're blindfolded. Its then suddenly pulled away, and your eyes struggle to adapt to the light, but you can see a figure looming over you. Your eyes finally adjust, and you see that the figure is me. You immediately start to frantically pull at your restraints, as you're sure you know what torture is coming for you.

"Awwww, looks like you're scared sweetie. I thought this is what you wanted?" an evil grin spreads widely across my face. "We've been talking about it for ages now, so when you finally agreed to meet up for coffee, I figured this would be my best, and possibly only chance to get you exactly where I want you." You start struggling again, seeing if there's a weakness in the bonds you didn't feel last time, but they're just too tight. You're not getting away from this.

"Please, whatever you want from me, i'll give you money... how much do you want? i don't know if i can go through with this, i need more time. Please don't do this!" You start to plead for me to let you go, but how would you know that's just music to my ears. The helplessness in your eyes is addicting, and fueling me to begin my torture.

"Mmmm, yes, please... beg for me to not do what I'm going to do to you. You don't even know what I'm going to do yet, do you? Well, you do, and you don't. You have no idea where my first methodical nail drag will be. You don't know what sensitive part of your body I'm going to attack first. Will it be your feet? Nah, that's too easy, don't want to wear you out right away, I have SO many plans to fulfill! But first, I'm going to put this blindfold back on so you can't see what's coming. Won't that be so much fun for you? Also, feel free to scream and cry as loud as you'd like, we're kind of in the middle of nowhere, so... you know that phrase about no one hearing you scream, right?" You begin to whimper as i reach for your face to adjust the blindfold back over your eyes, and just like that, your world goes dark again.

Part 2 - So It Begins

As i pull the blindfold back over your eyes, your heart begins to race. You know you're in for it, and there's absolutely nothing you can do or say to get yourself out of this situation. As terrified as you are, you can also feel yourself growing increasingly aroused. i was right after all, this IS exactly what you wanted.

"Now... where oh where should I begin?" i slowly pace around your bound body, admiring my handy work, how tight you're spread out, how immobile you are. i draw out my pacing, as i bring my body close enough to yours that you feel my presence, but i don't make contact. You squirm in anticipation, wondering when your inevitable torture will begin.

i startle you as i climb on to the bed with you, and straddle your waist. Not sitting on you, but perched on top of you.

"Are you ready?" i ask, already knowing the answer.

"No, please... please don't, i can't do this!!" you plead.

"Mmm, perfect." You can hear the smile in my tone.

i lean over you and use two fingers to slowly trail my way from your wrists to your elbows, sending goosebumps through you almost immediately with the first sensations. Then, i start trailing those fingers from your elbows to just above your armpits, creating shivers throughout your body.

"Aw, is the anticipation killing you? Do you just want me to get it over with already and start my attack? I'm very much enjoying watching you try to squirm like this though."

You whimper, but don't answer me.

"Playing silent hmm? I'll fix that!"

And just like that, all ten fingers start flicking and poking at your exposed armpits, digging and prodding as you try to thrash around.

"AAAHHHHH NOOOO PLEEEASSSEE NOOOTT THEEEERRREEEE!!!" You scream, as you toss your head back and forth, and clench your hands, trying to focus on anything but the tickling.

"Yes, keep begging dear, it's not going to help you one little bit. I'm going to tickle you as fast as I want, as hard as I want, for as long as I want. I could do this for hours!! How do you feel about that?" I throw my head back in laughter as my fingers keep working away at your delicate underarms, changing my pressure, only using my nails, then digging back in with rigorous, hard prods as you continue to try to buck underneath me.

"PLEEAASSEE NOO, I CAAAN'T TAAAKEE ITTTT, NOOTT HOOUURRSS!!"

"Oh we're just starting, you don't know what's coming!"

i continue my assault on your poor, helpless armpits for another few minutes as you continue to slowly lose your mind, and then begin to work my way down your to your sides. i'm now sitting on your pelvis assisting in your inability to squirm.

"Please, please give me a break, I can't breathe!" You breathlessly plead.

"You're still talking, aren't you? You must still be breathing!"

i start playing your ribs like a xylophone, making sure i get my fingers between each one, and rubbing them up and down, watching you explode in more intense laughter with each finger movement.

"NOOOOOOO OHH MYY GOOODDDD PLEEAAASSEEEE!" Your face and chest are red and sweaty from your futile struggle attempts. i stop my ambush for a moment.

"I think I want you to see what's coming next, I'm going to take off this blindfold now."

i lean over and remove the black cloth, and you blink in multiples, again trying to adjust to the light. You feel me get off the bed, and then you see me standing at the side of the bed with something in my hand.

"You obviously know what this is, right? All girls know what these magical things are." i wave a Magic Wand hypnotically by the cord back and forth as your eyes follow the motion.

You mutter out a very quiet; "Yes."

A sinister grin appears on my face as you answer.

"So then you know what I'm going to do with it, right?"

The shade of blush that spread across your cheeks was incredibly bright.

"Yes." You can't maintain eye contact at this point, your eyes are darting around the room, trying to escape my gaze as your clit starts to twitch.

CLICK

bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The low hum of the vibrations fill the room, and your body tenses as you feel me return to the bed with you.

"Such a pretty pussy you have." i pet the outside of your lips, and as i get to your opening, i notice your wetness.

"Oohh, would you look at that. Looks like someone is enjoying themselves. Just like i expected."

You blush even more, and turn your head away, staring at a wall to avoid looking at me.

i start to part your lips and place the head of the wand directly on your clit, sending intense waves of pleasure throughout your entire body. You moan, and try to arch your back to ease into the sensations, but just like that, it's over. i pull the vibrator away. You whimper in annoyance.

"Oh lovely, you're so incredibly reactive. I've got something perfect in mind!" i put down the vibrator on the bed, and hop off to fetch something in another room.

Back in a flash, i appear with more rope. i begin to fasten the vibrator very snug to your clit, tying the rest of the vibrator to the inside of your thigh. Stepping off the bed, i look at my work and start evilly clapping.

"Goodie! Now, see this?" i show you a combination dimmer/timer control in my hand.

"This little beauty is AMAZING! So, I'm going to put this on a 10 second timer for a period of 1 hour. What's going to happen is; the vibrator will turn on for that 10 seconds at different speeds, then it'll turn off for 10 seconds, and then it'll turn back on for 10 seconds, and then... I'm pretty sure you get it."

Your expression is amazing, a beautiful mix of fear, panic, and arousal. Knowing you're going to be torturously kept on edge for an hour, not being able to cum from just 10 seconds of vibrations at a time, all while enduring more tickle torture.

i set the timer, and flick the switch, as the vibrations start to tickle your exposed clit once again. You don't have enough time to experience the pleasure, because in no time at all, i'm back straddling you attacking your armpits. Your moans are confused and filled with laughter as the vibrator turns on and off, building you up, then cutting you off.

"NOOO PLEEAASSEEE MAAAKEEE ITTTT STTOOOPPP!!!" You pound the back of your hands on the bed and throw your head all over, trying to feel anything other than the tickles and the intense throbbing of your clit, as your wetness starts to leak into your ass.

i start to twirl my fingers from your armpits over to your rock hard nipples, flicking and pinching them just enough to send direct surges to your clit.

"OHH FUUUCKK." You shudder as the sensations from your nipples add an entire new level of how intense your clit is pulsating. My middle fingers dance furiously over your nipples, flicking them back and forth, up and down, little pinch, little nibble, all while the vibrator works away in ten second intervals. Bringing you just close enough, but stopping RIGHT before you're about to cum. Ten more seconds and the torture starts all over.

i reach down and turn off the timer. Thinking to yourself; "Has it been an hour already?"

Seeing that questioning look in your eyes, i quickly laugh an unsettling laugh.

"Oh, do you think we're done? That was just your warm up, I haven't even gotten to those delicious little feet yet! I'm just going to switch the timing on this thing a little."

That look of fear and arousal washes over your face again as you realize that you truly don't know how long this torture is going to last, and all you can do is lay there, try to thrash as the tickling becomes too extreme, but then try to cum as the vibrations underwhelm your clit.

"I think I might just leave you here for a little bit while the timer does its thing. You'll be an oversensitive hot mess once I come back in, oh I don't know, let's say another hour or so? But don't worry, my roommate is on their way home from work. She isn't as into the tickle torture as much as she has an insatiable love for orgasm control, so she'll be stepping in for me while I go run a few errands. Your nipples and clit will now be at her mercy until I return, which she has none by the way. THEN the real fun will begin when both of us start working on you together! Oh I'm so excited." i hop up and down, clapping beside the bed, as i hear the main door close.

"Perfect timing, look who's home." Your vision is again dark as i pull the blindfold over your eyes. You can hear a second set of footsteps from down the hall, and the familiar breeze as the door opens again.

Part 3 - The Roommate

"Looks like someone's been having fun while I've been at work all day." An unfamiliar voice enters the room, and the tone is unsettling.

"Well hello to you too. Don't get grumpy with me, I told you I'd be working her over a bit before you got home."

The other voice sighs.

"You're right, sorry. Bad day at work, shouldn't take it out on you."

"You're right, you shouldn't. Buuuuut look who's here that you CAN take that out on?!" i say, as i motion towards you like one of the Barker Girls on The Price Is Right.

She snickers.

"How much has she had already?"

"Only a little over an hour."

"HAH, oh yeah she's good for a while then. Thanks for edging her a bit for me already too, I'm going to really enjoy this after the day I've had."

Your panic level is rising by the second hearing them talk like you aren't even there, forever left wondering what's going to happen to you next.

"So, you'll be back in how long? An hour or so you said?"

"Yeah, twenty minute drive to town, go grab things for dinner, then twenty minute drive home. Shouldn't be more than an hour. You two have fun! We'll have even more fun altogether once I'm back too." You can't see it, but you can hear the devilish smile in my words.

The other voice chuckles.

"Oh don't you worry, we'll be having so much fun she'll be crying by the time you get home. Promise!"

"Don't break her, I still want more time with her too you know." And with that, the door closes, and you're left hearing the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your head. The vibrator turns off, and you let out a heavy sigh of relief.

"Hello darling. You can refer to me as The Devil, You Bitch, I Hate You, or anything of that matter, I'm sure you catch the drift. You're going to plead, and cry, and scream, and beg to cum, and guess what? I'm gonna say no. Each and every time. This is going to be the most intense edging of your life cutie, and I'm so happy to be the one to do it!" Her voice is stern, but joyful. You're still terrified, but still incredibly wet.

"Let's get rid of this vibrator for now. I have a few other methods of making you squirm." She starts to untie the vibrator from your leg, as she reveals your incredibly swollen clit.

"Oh damn, she really worked you over good, didn't she?" She lightly dips a finger inside you, then rubs your wetness all over your pussy. As she glazes across your throbbing clit, you let out a small whimper. She laughs in delight.

"Perfect, let me go get my tools." You feel her leave the bed, as the breeze hits you from the opening door. Your nipples grow harder as you shiver in your bonds.

*SLAM*

Not being able to see anything, you're realizing you're startled easier, as you jump at the slamming door again. You hear a zipper.

"Alright let's see here, which one shall I choose? Ah yes, this one will do the trick."

The bed moves as the stranger returns, positioning themselves between your legs. She grabs at your lips, and attaches what feels like a clothespin to either side of your pussy. As she begins to pull the clothespin, you realize it's attached to a string, which is now being tied around your thigh. She matches the same tie around your other thigh, and just like that, your clit is as exposed as its ever been. You can feel her breath on your clit, she's smelling you. She opens her mouth, and gives you one long firm tongue lick from hole to clit. You moan heavily as the feeling of a wet mouth is welcome on your swollen pussy.

"Oh wow, you taste fantastic. I can't get ahead of myself though, there'll be lots of tonguing of that clit in a while. But for now..." As she began to trail off, you feel something softly brush over your clit. What was that? It comes again, just as light, almost tickling.

"Oh god! What is that?!"

"Oh, she speaks! Well my dear, this is a small, but wide, paint brush. I'm going to sit here and paint your little clit until it's an even darker shade of red than it already is!" Again, sounding so joyful in explaining her torture.

"No, please make it stop, I already need to cum so bad, I've been on edge forever!!" She laughs at your weak begging.

"Oh please hunny, you've only been kept like this for an hour she said. You've got plenty of time left in you before you REALLY need to cum."

She dips the bristles into your wetness every so often, making sure she has a slippery surface to paint on. Painting in circles, back and forth, small brush strokes, long brush strokes. Was she an artist? It felt like she knew this brush very well. Or has she practiced this torture enough that she has gotten this good at it? Either way, you're starting to lose your mind. She can already read you so well that even if you tried to sneak an orgasm past her, you'd have no luck. She was perfect at taking the brush away just right before that point of no return. You finally cry out;

"FUCK PLEASE, PLEASE LET ME CUM, I CAN'T TAKE THIS! MY PUSSY IS ON FIRE YOU BITCH!!" Tears begin to well in your eyes, but you don't want to blink, because you don't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing you cry if the tears fall through the blindfold. She did promise she'd get you there after all. But it's too late, she can hear the crackling in your voice.

"Yeeessss... just where I want you. Now is where the real fun begins." The clit painting stops, as you try to compose yourself.

You feel her get off the bed for a second, and returns quickly as you feel the vibrator being strapped into place again. There's no way you're going to not be able to cum from this. What was she thinking?

"So, i've gone ahead and switched up the time frame on this hear controller thingy she showed you earlier. You're now going to get two seconds of the lowest vibration setting, followed by fifteen seconds of nothing. While that's happening, I'm going to sit up here, and play with these delicious little rock hard nipples of yours!"

*CLICK*

*bzzzzzzzzzzzzz*

And just like that, it was over. But it almost made you cum. Now to wait fifteen seconds to get another jolt of pleasure, but as it turned off, is when she starts her assault on your nipples. Painting one with the brush she used on your clit, and twisting the other between her thumb and forefinger.

*bzzzzzzzzzzzz*

Over again. More nipple play. Switching her methods of attack, adding her mouth and tongue, flicking them back and forth inside her wet mouth, as the vibrator continues on its two second zap to your intensely swollen, and still wide open pussy.

"PLEASE, NO MORE, I CAN'T. SHE SAID NOT TO BREAK ME!"

She bursts out in a hysterical laughter.

"Oh now you've done it. You know, I'm really not one for tickling people, but you're getting sassy, and I need to remind you who's in charge here." Her hands come off your nipples, and as the vibrator still keeps you so utterly close to orgasm, she begins to assault your armpits, ribs, and hips, while you try to buck away from the incredible overload of sensations.

"FUUUUUCK NOOOOOOO OH MY GOODDDDDDD PLEASE NOOOOOOO!!"

You can't help it anymore, you're crying and screaming, begging so loudly that your throat hurts. But it's all for nothing. She doesn't care, she keeps raking her fingers in the hollows of your ribs, poking and prodding at your hips, and methodically fingering your armpits. You feel like you're about to pass out, you can't catch a full breath.

"PLEEEAAASSSEE STOPPPPP I CAAAAAAN'T I'M BEGGING YOOOOUUU!!" One more time, you try to scream with all your might, and the vibrator finally turns off. The tickling stops, and the blindfold is removed. The tears have completely ruined your makeup, smears of black are running down the sides of your face. You once again adjust to the light, and there are two figures in the room.

Part 4 - The Finale

"Oh boy, I told you to have fun but holy shit! I could hear her from the driveway!" i say, nudging at my roommate.

"Ah that's fine. You know no one can hear her anyway." We both look at each other and cackle loudly.

"YOU TWO ARE THE WORST, I FUCKING HATE YOU BOTH FOR DOING THIS TO ME!" Your tears still streaming, pussy still on fire, your anger coming from your insatiable need to cum right fucking now, but they won't let you. They stop laughing, and again look at each other, then look back at you, very stern.

"You about ready to break this little girl?" i say, as i slowly make my approach to the side of the bed, evil look in my eye.

"Ha, after that comment, you fucking bet! No mercy bitch!" Says the roommate, as she proceeds to the foot of the bed with a bottle of baby oil in her hand.

"I'll take over the pussy, nipples and the rest of her upper body, you attack those adorable little feet, and then we'll switch when the vibrator timer goes off again, and start over?" i say, as i begin to wiggle my fingers at you menacingly.

"I like your thinking! Blindfold back on? Or do we want her to see what's coming now?"

"Yeah fuck it, let's keep it off. A gag might be in order soon though, how adorable would those screams sound muffled?"

"Yes, yes! Gag, gag!" Claps the roommate.

i find your little silk panties and dip them in your wetness before shoving them in your mouth, then wrapping bondage tape around your head, keeping your wetness on your tongue so you can taste how much of a horny girl you are.

i stand back at the side of the bed and begin to wiggle my fingers at you again. Your eyes are pleading for me not to start, muffled cries coming from behind the gag, as the tears continue to stream.

"Fuck, just her looking at me with those sad eyes is going to get ME off pretty soon, maybe i do need to blindfold her again." i say, chuckling with my roommate who completely agreed.

And for one last time, your vision goes dark, as you wait for your torture to continue.

You can't see, you can't plead coherently anymore with your panties shoved in your mouth, and you still can't move. What's going to happen next? They've already tortured you so much, what more could they possibly have in mind? All you knew was that you were now going to be mercilessly tortured by not one, but two insanely sadistic women, who want nothing but to see you cry and beg for relief for their enjoyment. How long have you been there? You try to make sense of the time, but fail as the vibrator is untied from your leg again, exposing your unbelievably red and swollen clit. The light breeze in the room blew across it, and you thought for a second that might make you cum. You start whimpering behind your gag.

"Mmmm, yes. Look at that. Good work girlfriend! You've really done a number on her." i say while licking my lips, dying to dive in, but knowing it would be too easy to send you over the edge.

"Thank-you very much, I do take pride in a job well done!" Says the roommate.

"Hm, where's those little pink nubby vibrators? The ones that are like, perfectly clit sized." i ask, searching the room.

"Here they are! Those will be EVIL on that already deliciously sensitive clit, and it'll work great on her nipples too!" She exclaims.

"Yeah, I'm ditching the timer wand, and gonna use these for a bit instead."

You start to feel something wet dripping on your feet. Oh no, not the oil. Your feet are your most ticklish spot, and you knew the oil was just going to make the slippery sensations a million times worse. A second or two later, you start to feel droplets covering your breasts, stomach, pussy, and legs. In no time at all, your entire body is an oily mess. You begin to tremble in your bonds, knowing this is going to be extremely intense, you try to calm your mind, but it's no use, you're panicking. They see the fear in your body and revel in it momentarily.

"Is it just me, or are you incredibly wet seeing how scared she is right now?" i ask my roommate, and she nods excitedly in agreement.

"I feel like this is one big long edge session for us too, isn't it? Should we torture her more because she's making us suffer with how hot she reacts?"

"Oh you're so evil, no wonder we're friends!" We throw our heads back and laugh, as my roommate meticulously takes her forefingers and scrapes her nail down the center of your oily little foot.

"MMPPPHHHHMMPMHH" You try to cry out, but there are no words, just guttural screams silenced by your panties and tape.

"Ooohhh, if that's the reaction she gets from just one finger, I wonder what all ten will do to you darling!" i giggle as i turn on the two pink vibrators and start flicking them over your rock hard nipples, sending shock waves directly to your clit, as my roommate ups her assault on your feet.

Two fingers with sharp nails dancing across your oiled feet, drawing circles, scratching, sliding, driving you absolutely mad. You're trying to thrash, but your neck is sore from your constant head turning, and your hands hurt from clenching, so you stop trying. All you can do is tense your body, but there's no way for you to hide your most vulnerable spots. The vibrators are both working their magic, keeping your nipples stiff and sensitive.

"Don't want this pussy feeling neglected now do we? Let's fix that." i say as i hop off the bed, in search of more toys.

The assault continues on your feet while i'm gone, and you continue to go insane. You've never heard these noises come out of your body before, they sound primal and desperate. Crying uncontrollably, the laughter and screaming go on as my roommate tickles your feet mercilessly. She's now using all of her fingers on both of your feet, sending you into uncontrollable spasms on the bed. You've never been tickled like this before in your life, you've dreamt of this day, but never anticipated anything like this.

i return into the room, and apply a touch more oil to your hard, throbbing clit. You then feel something go around it; is this what you think it is? Oh god no, please don't pump my clit. Not that AND tickling.

Just like that, you feel the pulling and pressured sensation of me taking the air out, and sucking up that little clit into a tube to let it throb uncontrollably. Almost immediately, you're on edge, the sucking motion felt so good and now you're just laying there, a dripping wet hot mess, desperately trying to plead through your panties to cum. You then feel similar sensations on your nipples. Oh god, not them too! No, they're already aching so badly, how much more sensitive do they want you?!

*PUMP, PUMP, PUMP*

As quickly as you feel your nipples sucked into the tubes, you then feel a constant vibration on them as well. Vibrating nipple pumps?! This was complete and utter torture, as your nipples are now pulsating in sync with your clit. All you're thinking of is how badly you want to cum, even while still enduring the merciless feet tickling. Once your nipples are secure, i begin my attack on your upper body again, starting with your now very oily armpits. You continue to cry and scream for what feels like forever, all while we laugh at your futile attempts to beg us to stop.

*POP*

With no warning at all, i take off the clit pump, and an immediate shock to your system hits when i put one of the pink vibrators on each side of your now large, pumped, ridiculously sensitive nub.

"MMFFFFPPPHHHFMMMFHPPHHHHMMMMMM!!!!!" You can't tell if you're in pain, or too much pleasure. The sensations are a complete overload to your system, and you don't know what else to do but scream.

"I need to see the fear in her eyes again, can you come up here and take off her blindfold for the grand finale?" i say, as you get a small amount of relief from having your feet tickled so hard for so long, my roommate comes up to the side of the bed and removes the cloth from your eyes. Now that you can see us again, you take notice of the devilishly large grins on both our faces, as your eyes are beat red from tears. i'm still between your legs, tickling your hard nub with these evil little vibrators as my roommate strokes your face softly, wiping away your tears.

"Ohh yeeessss... look at her. Such a beautiful, helpless, vulnerable little play thing, isn't she?" She says, as she stares deeply into your soul. How can she look so happy when they're causing you so much torture?

"Want to switch places? I know you're going to LOVE this part." i ask, as the vibrators shut off suddenly. You sigh heavily, as you try to catch your breath. The bed shifts from under you as we trade places.

"I wish we had a third person here with us right now, that way someone could tickle her feet, you could play with her pretty pussy, and I can play with these armpits and nipples some more! Oh well, guess the two of us will have to do!"

And just like that, your torture starts again.

i pop off your nipple pumps and start violently sucking on one while pinching and twisting the other, and using my free hand to tickle one armpit. My roommate turns the vibrators back on and presses them firmly against the sides of your still very hard clit, all while licking the very tip of it ever so softly, sending you into a distant space in your mind you've never been. You don't even know how to react anymore. You try to plead with your eyes as your voice has grown tired from screaming through your gag, but your sad eyes are met with eyes of passion, no matter which of us you look at. The burning grows intensely inside of you, and you know they're getting ready to push you over the edge.

"Oh fuck, yeah look at her. She's going to cum any second isn't she? Don't let up when she does!! I wonder if these bonds will be able to hold her after how much we've edged her today? Because you know it doesn't stop after you do cum, right sweetie? We're going to rip those orgasms out of you until WE are satisfied." i say, an incredible sinister tone in my voice.

"What do you think, thirty minutes of post-orgasm torture?" Asks my roommate.

"Yeah, set a timer on your phone. If we're not finished yet, we'll just start another one. Time is irrelevant right now, she's got nowhere to go anyway." We start to laugh again, as you lose complete control.

There wasn't anything you could do, those words sent you into oblivion. You slam your eyes shut as they roll into the back of your head, the rush hits you like a ton of bricks, but the wave doesn't stop. You just can't stop cumming. My roommate doesn't let up, and keeps your nub pinched between the vicious vibrators, as she continues to lick the head of your clit furiously. i'm still relentlessly attacking your nipples, armpits, and sides as you keep crying, and cumming, and screaming, and begging. When will it stop? Thirty more minutes? An hour? More? Another orgasm is ripped from your body as you slowly start to slip into unconsciousness. The constant cumming, clit torture and tickle torture become absolutely unbearable.

You awake, full body aching and sore. You try to move, and realize you're still bound, but your gag has been removed.

"Look who's up!" An unfamiliar voice says.

You look around the room, and see a new face, not me or my roommate. She's sitting in a chair at the end of the bed where you still lay naked and helpless.

"Who are you? Where'd the other two go? Please, please if you help me out of here, I'll do whatever you want, these bitches are crazy!" You plead with this new woman in front of you, hoping she maybe has some mercy in her heart. She bursts out laughing, and you immediately understand she's not going to help you in any sense of the word.

"Hey girls, you hear that? You bitches be crazy!" She shouts out, still laughing to herself.

Me and my roommate enter the room again.

"Ha! Well, she's not wrong? We are a touch on the crazy side." says my roommate, as she ties back her hair, and starts doing some arm stretches.

"Well, remember how I said I wished there were three of us so we could all focus on different parts of your body, and not have anything left out? I give you, our former tickle slave, Bianca." as i motion your gaze to the new woman in the room.

Former tickle slave? What? She was still friends with these psychos after they've done this to her? You're trying to wrap your head around what you just heard.

"Yup, that's right! I used to be in your position a few years ago, and now they call me to help out when they find beautiful girls like you who share our love of these sorts of tortures! I've mastered my own set of skills after being put to their tests many times before." says Bianca, relishing in your peril.

"No, please, you can't. How long are you going to keep me here? I have people that'll be looking for me you know!!" You exclaim, attempting to scare them into thinking they might get caught. Bianca roars a thunderous laughter.

"Oh hunny, don't you think we thought of that? We hacked your cell phone, and as far as everyone important is concerned, you've left the country on a backpacking retreat, and won't be back for a little over a month." All three of them look and laugh at each other, congratulations go around on their evil plan coming to fruition.

"So yeah, you might as well get used to this. You're stuck with us for thirty-some agonizingly torturous filled days! Aren't you excited?! I know we are!!" i say, happily clapping away beside you, as the tears start to well in your eyes again.

"Aw, don't worry sweetie, we'll take good care of you. We promise you won't go unconscious EVERY time we play with you." says my roommate.

"Yeah, and we will be playing with you every day, multiple times per day, for hours on end! The best part though, is how much we WON'T be letting you cum! Just hours and hours of tickle torture and orgasm denial!" cries Bianca, with obvious excitement in her voice. You break down and start to cry, knowing that if they deny your orgasms throughout this whole ordeal, it's going to be tremendously severe.

"If... if I be good... will you maybe let me cum sometimes?" You quietly mutter.

"Look at that, NOW she's getting it." i say to the others.

"We'll certainly take that into consideration, but for now..." Bianca starts moving towards your feet, my roommate grabs the two pink vibrators off the side of the bed and positions herself between your legs, and i come over top of you, straddling your chest for perfect access of your nipples and armpits. The familiar look of fear washes over you again as you're coming to terms with your fate for the next month or so.

"Ready girls?" i ask the other two.

They both lick their lips and nod, as all three of us begin methodically torturing you together. Your screams are loud and clear now that you're not gagged, but your body is still incredibly weak from the attack you've already endured, so there's absolutely no fight left in you. Once again, you're left to lay there and take it; as vulnerable and sensitive as you've ever been, and as tortured as you've ever been. Your brain begins to shut down, and you float away to an untapped corner inside your own mind, as you desperately try to mentally escape your certain fate.

The End 💜

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serendipitous encounters. ━ if the stranger never meddled into your personal affairs, archons know where you would be right now.

‎‏‏ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‎i. charas. lyney x gn!reader

ii. an. double uploads!?!!? thats crazy!!?! anyways i kinda rushed the end i hope its still okay tho ><

‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏g ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎iii. cw. su!cide attempt, hum4n trafficin (mentioned vaguely), reader wears a dress, ooc lyney (???), hurt/comfort, angst. please tell me if there are more!

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the air on the balcony was cool, cool enough to calm you from the several interactions.

the breeze danced around the delicate fabrics of your dress, shoes being long disregarded as you stood on the railings. you whisper faint and final farewells to the very stars that keep you company on your lowest nights, the garden that you would hide away in when you needed some time alone, and to the very life that you have been blessed with.

you doubt you'd be able to live as lavishly in your next life, (you doubt you'll even remember this one, much less make a comparison) but you decided to let fate take the lead.

"you can feel the midnight air just fine from down here, i don't think the need for elevation is mandatory."

fate has got to be fucking with you right now. you didn't even look at him. you respond:

"you needn't worry about me, i'll be careful."

"really?" you could hear the skepticism in his tone. he leans over on the railing and looks up to the stars.

out the corner of your eye you could see the top hat atop his head, intricate designs softly illuminated by the light of the gala and the moon's luminescent rays. a black and maroon ribbon covers the base and is tied in an extravagant bow.

you huff as you look back to the sky, closing your eyes and slowly leaning forward.

well, since he was here, clearly he's entertained by your misery. might as well give him a show.

"what bring you to a fatui ball, stranger?"

archons be damned...

slightly annoyed, you look down to be met with violet eyes and a facial expression you couldn't describe. honest, but sly? guarded, yet vulnerable? who exactly was this guy?

without an answer, he continues:

"clearly you have to have some sort of authority, why lose it all here?"

you take a deep breathe, exhaling every ounce of courage you would of have to climb up in the first place. gently, you make your way down with the help of the stranger, or your savior in this matter.

he takes your hand in both of his as you steady yourself on the floor, he looks worried? interested? whoever this guy is, he's definitely hard to read.

he finally asks,

"excuse my prying, but, what would make someone like you give up?"

you sigh, "very trivial matters, i'm afraid. i'm just a coward running away from my problems"

"a matter worth taking your life over isn't trivial to me."

you stare at him, someone you met for the first time is more worried about you than he was. he's been with you all this time, yet you feel more understood by a total stranger.

you try to not meet his eyes as you told your story, holding his hand a little tighter.

"count blanchett of poisson, he's have many wives in his years. there has been rumors of the women he weds only serving as countess for a few months... until never being seen again."

you sniffle as you try to blink away the upcoming tears, you shouldn't be weak right now, you can't be weak right now.

"...i've told father about the rumors but he tells me i'm being dramatic, that there was nothing to worry about and that his past wives were just incompetent, and to never be like them..."

you can hear his stern voice boom throughout his office:

"all of those women simply went back to their homes. to add, they came back disastrous, unfulfilled, disappointments. that will not be you, understand?"

"the stress of the eldest always goes to the weakest" your voice starts to crack as tears flow down your face. "all of my other siblings are just lap dogs, only there as trophies of his blood..."

you finally look him in the eye,

"why did i have to be the disposable one?"

his mouth hands agape, he didn't know what to say, there was nothing he could say. you pour out your heart and soul through you tears, your hand tries to wipe them away but fail as the sheer amount of sadness that flows out.

he couldn't comfort you, but he could distract you. even if it was for a moment.

he takes your other hand and slowly walks into the grand ballroom. it glows with the warmth of chandeliers casting a soft, golden hue over the polished marble floor. the room is alive with the sounds of a live orchestra playing a mesmerizing waltz.

he brings you to the center of the floor and the music swells. he extends his hand towards you as you sniffle,

"don't be shy. you do know how to dance, right?" he teases as you take his hand with a small smile.

you two begin, moving in perfect harmony to the lilting rhythm of the waltz. the stranger leads with finesse, guiding you across the floor with effortless precision.

your bodies sway in sync, a mesmerizing spectacle of fluidity and grace. with every twirl and dip, you two seem to float on air, lost in the timeless allure of the dance. the world around you fades into a blur, leaving only the two of them in their own enchanting universe.

you can faintly see your silhouette through his eyes as he looks directly into yours.

"you're a good dancer." he speaks, breaking the silence between you both.

"i learnt from the best."

he pulls you closer to him, your chest flush against his as he whispers into your ear:

"lyney."

aeferkssr.

#. ❀ gallery !#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #lyney #genshin lyney #lyney x reader #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #lyney x gender neutral reader

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kiashie · 6 months

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Clive/Gav headcanons/rambles/???

remembering i can post whatever i want once again so i'm posting some clive/gav headcanons since i was talking to a friend about our desires for character study slowburn but also our lamentations that we are not fic writers. and how barely anybody else is talking about this ship. so here's the compiled thoughts i've had. (there's more of them than i thought)

(gripping you) think about it with me :) (writers feel free to steal these thoughts as ammunition)

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It's very 'Gav falls first, Clive falls harder'. Gav's got eyes, he see's what we all see and as he sees the kind of man Clive is and he's gonna fall deeper. and he also may think he's out of Clive's league. - Clive's got enough self resentment that he isn't even sure he's allowed to love again. the subject of 'loving somebody' is likely barely on the table in his mind yet after 13 years of spite and revenge, he still needs to catch up. Jill may put it on the table as it was maybe something they once felt, or something they were once expected to have; but they're different people now, trying to find themselves in their new space to do so. And during that time Gav is waiting for that 'will they wont they' to unfold.

Clive has spent a lot of time having to be physically violent against his will, so i think he enjoys getting to actually touch people affectionately for once - which we see for ourselves flusters Gav. as Gav grows accustomed to and even reciprocating of it (Gav having his growing crush and deciding to take what he can get) Clive's very glad with how comfortable he can be around Gav without consciously thinking too hard about it. along with how much i think Clive respects and admires Gav for everything he does, he's glad to continue being physically affectionate to show his appreciation.

Clive reflects on how for 13 years he had nothing to sincerely smile for while stuck as a hateful miserable soldier, and even before then under his mother they were few and far between. and as he's finding his footing for the first time in forever this funny breath of fresh air comes along and suddenly he's smiling. often even. And he can't even remember the last time his smile felt real. The last time he laughed so hard, eventually to the point where it's hard enough to make his chest hurt. that he doesn't quite feel like he's drowning.

he tries not to think too hard when Gav gets either giddy or flustered when he's praised lest the word "cute" fill his head. How he thinks Gav deserves all those kind words every time.

He and Gav have had their quiet moments over the years of the timeskip, and maybe somewhere earlier in the timeline than what happens in the game before joshua's returned, Gav's brings up earlier; "i never got to be a big brother" - losing his family in one night - and instead him relating to Clive on the feeling of failing to protect and save a younger sibling. in that vulnerable moment maybe Gav musters up asking 'was being a big brother nice? atleast for a little while?'. and they can mourn together the lost chances, pressure, and pride.

Along the way Clive picks up that Gav's jokes are how he gets by with the darker thoughts, the self doubts, the feeling of not being enough. and he comes to appreciate the Gav that isn't just trying to make him laugh or ease up, the Gav that is also struggling, that makes reminding him he's special continue to mean more to him. when he wants to be the one that also makes Gav smile and laugh and be happy to be alive in return

Gav's a man who's never been good at fancy words, and suddenly he wants to be a poet because he needs a way to describe the feelings he has. As he lets Clive see all his doubts and flaws but never being shamed for it, continuing to be treated by Clive's kindness, he cherishes feeling legitimately seen and cared for despite his weakness. and he feels like the most honoured man alive whenever Clive confides his struggles in him more and more too

everybody has been watching these two insufferably pine, Gav being more self aware and self concious, while Clive not even figuring out his own feelings yet for so long doesn't realize that he's obvious to everyone else :)

When Clive finally puts all the points together, being struck with the realization he's in love. the subsequent question "oh fuck is that allowed", and is laying in that bed hands in his hair staring wide eyed at the ceiling utterly stricken. But Clive, always the driven man, will eventually resolve to let Gav know, because he thinks Gav deserves that much. to let him know how grateful he is to know how to love someone - him - like this.

a leader and his scout to guide eachother :)

#ffxvi #ff16 #clive rosfield #gav ffxvi #clive/gav #clive x gav #firescout #scoutlaw #headcanons #? i guess?#ff16 spoilers #ffxvi spoilers #kia rambles

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sinner-sunflower · 17 days

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 4/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14