#humiliation tw | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

messiahzzz · 6 months

Text

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

now, what are gale’s hard-limits?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

382 notes · View notes

floofgryph · 19 days

Text

Criafol/Rhodopis

Species: Dark elf-fairy hybrid

Birthday: Unknown

Age: 2309 (chronologically), 24 (physically)

Sexuality: Non-binary and omniromantic

Occupation:

Merchant

Hitman for Demaryius

Bodyguard of Homeworld

Apple orchardist

Assassin for the council of gods (formerly)

Abilities:

Supernatural agility, dexterity, durability, speed, balance, flexibility, endurance, reflexes, senses, leaping, stamina, and wisdom

Enhanced accuracy

Partial immortality (the sound of church bells, crossing running water, and hearth fires can led to death)

Abnormally rapid regeneration

Absolute violence

Psychokinesis

Invisibility

Cosmic awareness

Flawless precognition

Temporary mind control

Transform into humans and animals

They can hop between different dimensions every two days

Mastery over entomology, ornithology, astronomy, meteorology, black magic, archery, and swordsmanship

Ilusion, twilight, shadow, fear, weather, insect, and thread manipulation

Induce bad luck, contagious diseases, and curses that lead to painful deaths

They can phase through objects and avoid attacks with ease

They’re able to transport to a far location with a mere thought

Their golden blood has rejuvenating properties

Personality: They have learned to move on from their trauma in order to properly perform their duties and work towards a life of peace and acceptance. However, the sounds of whips and witnessing events of assault and/or humiliation do trigger their memories of past trauma. They show numerous signs and symptoms of autism spectrum disorder or ASD such as self-isolation, difficulty with reciprocal social interactions, intense reactions to minor changes in routine, echolalia, and avoiding eye contact. As a result of her brutal training and ruined childhood, they show very few signs of antisocial personality disorder. This consists of using charisma to manipulate others, lying for personal gain, being extremely opinionated, theft, and doing dangerous things with no regard for their safety. They’re able to achieve things in a clever way, using a methodical mindset and strategic forms of deceit or evasion to get what they want or what’s needed. When interacting with people they have no interest in or are disrespectful and manipulative, they make critical and mocking remarks in a sarcastic way. They’re deeply distrustful of the sincerity and integrity of those who betrayed Demaryius and try to harm the vulnerable, viewing them as self-centred.

They treat their targets in a ruthless and cocky manner, and show deep admiration and protective kindness towards people they’re fond of. Despite their usual calm demeanour, they have a sinister presence that strikes fear in cowardly and/or uncertain hearts. They rarely get furious, impatient, and anxious, maintaining a serene disposition that’s free from stress. They’re quite reserved in speech and say very little, which makes them come off as aloof, naturally quiet, and shy. As an active listener, they carefully pay attention to what others have to say and will provide feedback when necessary. They often refrain from unfair judgement and respectfully respond to what someone has to say, but there are instances where they come off as inconsiderate. They’re incredibly wise, cautious, sometimes honest, and courageous, and they find enjoyment in helping others either directly or indirectly. As a result of their humility and mysterious nature, they’re more inclined to hide true their feelings, thoughts, and intentions from other people.

Likes: Petrichor, apple orchards, watching the sunset at an unoccupied beach, horticultural therapy, tree-climbing, insectoid and avian wildfire, horse-riding, the sound of lyres, mild weather, and exploring an abandoned residence

Dislikes: Anyone who threatens Demaryius and his children, the council of gods, corrupted royalty, traitors, forest fires, rotten apples, genetically modified foods, missing a target with her arrows (it’s uncommon), doors that aren’t closed properly, and intrusive music

Equipment:

A traveller’s backpack that holds loaves of bread and random souvenirs

A glittering ear dagger

A serpentine dagger that can shroud its user in primordial darkness

An antique purple mirror

A black magic grimoire of mouldy leather, starry speckles of saffron, a rose gold chrysanthemum decoration on the back, and sage green, amber, icy blue, and lavender eyes on the front

A deerskin pouch full of four-leaf clovers, St. John’s worts, and golden bells

A chelys with a shoulder strap that can control canines

An adamantine longsword of writhing flesh that can control holy fire and eagles

A bow made from a sacred yew tree

A quiver full of poison-tipped arrows

A caravan full of exotic items and it’s pulled by a kelpie mare they befriended

Physical and outfit appearance: They’re a 4’ 2” (127 cm) ectomorph with a pear-shaped figure, a decent musculature, elongated limbs, and upper arms that carry some of their weight. They have bronze top scars as well as healed cuts and slices on their back, and below their head, black warts are scattered across their body. They possess elvish ears that are slightly dropping, and their illuminating skin changes between emerald green, red ochre, yellow-orange, blue-green, and soft purple. They have metallic rose eyes with glowing golden pupils that become nearly a dark purple when the sun reflects them. They have shoulder-length, shaggy hair and sideburns of glistening silver-grey, which is speckled with dewdrops. They also have slightly sharp claws, draconic feet, the wings of a Halloween pennant, and a thick tail that looks like the lower half of a Papilio machaon caterpillar. They have a vaguely S-shaped azure dragon with a white-and-orange koi in its mouth tattoo on the front of their torso.

They wear a quilted tunic with orange pearl studs, deep burgundy trousers, and a leather belt with a golden lion’s head as a buckle. They don a wrap-around hood of black wool, a reddish-brown cloth mask that covers their lower face, a Turkish rose sash with vertical reef gold stripes, and an everglade surcoat with barely noticeable blood stains. They have an amulet of a Neolithic flint arrowhead hanging from their neck, a rowan bracelet with scarlet berries encircling it, and cold iron neck rings. They have silver snake bite, nose bridge, and rhino piercings, and blackish-purple tassel earrings. Bottled potions are tied to the black belt that holds up their trousers and they produce the following effects: total blindness, melting of the flesh, loss of hearing, animal transformation, contorting of the body, and an obscuring fog.

Family:

Unnamed fairy advisor (father)

Unnamed dark elf mother

Biography: They were born during a solar eclipse to a fairy advisor of King Oberon and a dark elf that lived deep in a subterranean cave. The dark elf didn’t trust the royalty in the faefolk kingdom and tried to raise them alone, teaching them valuable life lessons and showing them basic survival techniques. Their mother told them knowledgeable stories about the faefolk kingdom, the fairies, the light and dark elves, birds, insects, the sky, and heavenly bodies. When nearing their tween years, Queen Titania kidnapped them, leaving their mother to commit suicide out of grief and shame. Rhodopis was trained to be a fearsome killer, never having a normal childhood. Whenever they stepped out of line, they were whipped, assaulted, and aggressively ostracised by the knights and executioners as punishment. Their genitals were brutally mutilated and they would undergo meticulous experimentation in order to “perfect” them.

After many years of harsh training, they became a top tier assassin for the council of gods, especially for King Oberon and Queen Titania. They were responsible for assassinating and viciously torturing disobedient and treacherous supernatural beings (e.g. demons, dwarves, and demigods) and humans. As the most loyal servant and valuable asset of King Oberon’s regime, their golden blood was used to imbue each fresh apple from the royal orchard with rejuvenating properties. Rhodopis is on great terms with Demaryius and saw him as a very close friend rather than a potential lover compared to most deities and their servants. When they found out that he was betrayed and his creation was rudely taken away from him, they silently abandoned their duties. They let King Oberon, Queen Titania, and everyone associated with the royal faefolk family die from rapid aging in retaliation for Demaryius’ treatment. They were promoted by Demaryius as his hitman and bodyguard of Homeworld, ensuring that they aid in the safety of him and his children. Whenever they have free time, they’re a travelling merchant and vehemently attending to the apple orchard in Homeworld.

Fun facts:

It’s unknown why their skin alternates between a handful of colours, but it’s probably tied to their current emotional state. Emerald green means hopeful and forgiving, red ochre means passionate, brave, and angry, yellow-orange means enthusiastic and confident, blue-green means sorrowful, relaxed, and indifferent, and soft purple means ambitious, creative, and mysterious.

The skin on their caterpillar tail sheds its old skin near the middle of spring

They like to tangle the hair of sleepers into fairy-locks

They have a habit of licking their serpentine dagger

They’re not an official child of Demaryius, but he deems them as one of his own due to their extreme loyalty to him.

They view Demaryius as a kind-hearted individual who’s passionate about humanity despite some of their glaring flaws. They admire his protective nature and his willingness to teach his children to become strong people. However, they’re deeply worried about his suicidal tendencies and they hate it when he purposefully overworks himself. They would try to deter him from harming and exhausting himself whenever they’re not busy with their own duties.

Demaryius renamed them to Rhodopis because their eyes reminded him of delicate pink roses and he thought that the meaning behind their real name (Criafol means “lamenting fruit” in Welsh) was unfortunate.

They’re on very good terms with Sister Rosa due to their protective respect of Demaryius

They’re not the greatest with children due to how disturbing and uncomfortable their presence is, but Sister Rosa has taught them the basics of caregiving.

They help with teaching the older children of Demaryius how to wield swords and daggers, and shoot arrows with a bow.

Their kelpie friend is named Cáelfind who enjoys talking about the ocean with Rhodopis, early dawn strolls, and eating red grapes.

They sell items that range from utterly weird and disgusting to strangely pleasant and calming

The chelys was a benevolent gift from a young woman they saved during one of their last missions as the assassin of the council of gods. It was the young woman’s way of thanking them for saving her from her treacherous werewolf husband.

Whenever they’re not working, they’re either playing their chelys, taking a stroll through gloomy forests, or wood-carving with their ear dagger.

They named the chelys Lycaon

They named their flesh longsword Prometheus

They named their yew bow Yggdrasil

They named their ear dagger Rostam

They named their serpentine dagger Carnwennan

Their favourite entertainment consist of Shakespearean plays, classical music concerts, horse-racing events, cockfighting, short stories that contain elements from folklore and mythology, and fairy tales.

They like to drink watermelon-flavoured water, raspberry lemonade smoothies, and cappelletti spritz

Their biggest comfort food is raw salmon and cooked gnocchi with crusted rosemary scalloped potatoes and lobster mac n’ cheese.

They hate it when people make teasing jokes about her size and blank expressions

They enjoy drinking herbal tea with Miss Katherine and combing her dark purple hair

In regards to Miss Katherine, they understand how it’s like to struggle with handling children and to have autism.

They view Miss Katherine as a mother figure because when she talks about her novels, it reminds them of how their mother told them bedtime stories.

They enjoy teasing Maverick for having no penis

They like hearing Percy’s dark jokes

They act as an emotional listening device for Svyatopolk to rant about his problems

Demaryius, Sister Rosa, and Homeworld belongs to @nunezs-stuff

Miss Katherine belongs to @vanillafalvoredcoffee

10 notes · View notes

stephobrien · 5 months

Text

Israel recently released footage of "captured Hamas terrorists" who were stripped and put on display in the streets.

This video gives an excellent breakdown of how blatantly staged that "capture" was, and the horrific treatment the IDF inflicted on the civilians it used for this charade.

youtube

#free Palestine #Palestine #Israel #Israel apartheid #Gaza #Gaza genocide #Israel war crimes #Youtube #humiliation tw #tw humiliation #war crimes #ask to tag

12 notes · View notes

kinky-moth · 10 months

Note

“Characteristics wise i think you may have noticed I like guys who like to think they're tough and dominant so I can show them what their place really is”

God has to send in an ask just to say you are soooo right and sexy for this.. finding ur blog w pegging businessmen and pretty boys? <3 cheers

I was wondering :0 if we could get some literal pegging businessmen <3 straps are sooo under rated.. being able to switch them out stamina etc…. <3 trans supremacy lmao. For other details prob just the stuff you mentioned liking! Bigger guy/sub etc.. as a trans guy great ego boost for me that type of shit lol

Thank you anon we both obviously have superior tastes, all guys have a good boy in them imo

Seriously tho I'm glad you like my stuff, I'm a trans folk as well so I'm glad to be able to have a ommunity of people with my same tastes, stay cool <3

cw: obedience, pegging

Getting a job in that company wasn't easy, he'd worked a lot and made the right connection to get in a favourable position with a decent salary right off the bat

His arrogance had a charm to it that only people in business could make work, belittling the meeker competition and still gaining the kindness of the clients and useful coworkers

Oh he's had women all over him as well but he's got a beautiful girlfriend at home, or at least that's what he says to uphold his image

In reality things are a bit.. different

It's funny to think of it, someone who did so much for his image and job just meeting someone in a bar, it almost made him embarrassed, just like how he was when he realized he enjoyed his company a bit more than he thought

In fact, he had a lot of unlearning to do ever since things became this different, starting from the fact he may not be as straight as he thought

His "girlfriend" he liked to mention when he wanted to appeal to a client couple's hearts was never really a girl to begin with, he was just some guy he met at a bar

Something about such a mundane setting slowly eased him into dropping the stiff charade he put on, that guy eased him into this; it was a talent really, cause after that he was eased in a lot more things.

[...]

"Hello babe" that voice made him lift his eyes from the computer screen, it was him "did I keep you waiting?"

He quickly hushed him "don't call me that, people can still hear you!" Not like it would've been anything compared to the sounds that were about to come out of that room anyway

"Of course darling, your reputation is so important" he was dressed professionally, probably to not stick out "but you called me here, didn't you?"

"I- I never did that"

"Of course, you just joked about it over and over hoping I'd get the hint" his hand shifted over to the buisness man's crotch, already hard "you're lucky I know you. We don't have much time

You know what to do."

Soon he was bent over the desk, swallowing down his pride as the other man's fingers stretched him, purposeful movements made his cock twitch with the anticipation of what's coming next

As the man laid there panting he felt the smaller one's zip come undone, his strap already in place: he remembers he told him about these.. uh.. STP was it? Something 3 in 1 anyway, he found out the first time he bred him outside the privacy of his bed.

"Look at you, you're taking it so easy now" his hand brushed his balls, taking in the sight of the bigger man spread out on a desk for him "you're so handsome like this"

He knew he needed the praise, he needed something to keep him feeling good about himself until the pleasure built up, he wasn't a trained whore just yet, but he liked the chase anyway

"You ready babe?" but he merely asked to see the once proud man shily and ever so imperceptibly nod before he pushed his strap in him.

The feeling was as weird as the first time he tried it, he secretely hoped it would never stop feeling that way: being filled all over and over, his prostate being relentlessly stimulated by the thrusts

He thought he could only feel good with his dick, he wasn't ready for the deep, visceral pleasure he would receive by being touched so deep

Truly, he loved the man's cock, he had a whole collection at home almost as if he never wanted him to get used to it: every time he succumbed to the pleasure he would switch it up, textures and bumps changing to rub spots he didn't know he had and fucking his self respect out thrust by thrust

His mind went blank thinking about it, all the different cocks he's been fucked with, all by the same man, the one that was taking him again in his own office, the only one who managed to take him to suck a high

He had worked so much for this job, truly

And now he's staring at his door, secretly hoping he's have brought a gag as well

#pretty boys #pegging businessmen #anon ask #kinkystuff #request #nsft story #nsft text #trans nsft #straps #sub dom #pretty boy #humiliation tw

19 notes · View notes

mintymemesandrpshop · 2 months

Text

'What would you Do?' inspired topics meme For starters or drabbles, feel free to include or make up NPCs if needed! Take care, some of these can be dark/upsetting, as they are real conflicts, and are meant to be uncomfortable and challenging. They can be played by the muses, or by NPCs in simply in the same venue/space as them.

💼 A person is discriminated by a hiring manager/boss 🍇A restaurant/business refuses service to a homeless person 🍼 A parent experiences burnout/postpartum depression 📸 A creep is sneaking pictures/peeking without consent 👠A person is criticized in public for prostitution, onlyfans, etc. (slutshaming) 💦 A person is crying in public 🏳️‍🌈 Someone is harassed for being LGBTQIA+ 🎀 A parent is criticized in public, or is harping on their child 💤 Someone has fallen asleep in public 🧸 A child is being bullied by their peers 💵 Person dealing with addiction 🛒 Someone is fatshamed in public, or their food purchases are questioned 🪢 Divorced parents trash-talking their ex in front of their child 🍺A person is intoxicated in public, and needs to be 'cut off.' 🍻A person is intoxicated while babysitting/with their children ⚽ Discrimination in sports 🎈 Nobody shows up to a person's birthday party 🩼 A person is rejected/discriminated against for ableist reasons 🪧 A child is wearing a sign/shirt, or other form of punishment 💔 Waiter or staff member flirts with someone's s/o 🚗 A driver is stranded and needs help changing a tire/a tow/stuck in a ditch/etc. 💊 A person is about to be drugged without their consent/urged by peer pressure to take some 📋 Staff or Waiter are having troubles concentrating 💍 A Spouse is criticized for her dress choice by family/their partner 🧤 A Parent can't afford a toy or nice meal for their child 🗣️ Partner/Child/Family Member verbally abuses someone in public 🥖 Grocery store employee is bagging carelessly, at risk of breaking/contaminating food 🕶️ Attempted kidnapper is goading someone 🐕‍🦺 A service animal is being questioned, and possibly distracted from their job 💅🏼 Person is trying something new, and gender nonconforming ❓ Stranger by their lonesome asks for help/reccomendations 🗑️ A brazen litterbug is lose on the streets 📱Person completely ignoring their company/parents/family/friends/etc. while on the phone 🎉Children wreaking havoc in a store 🩳 College students are hazing/partying 🧷 Brand new parents are criticized for having a baby in public (breastfeeding, baby crying, etc.) 💋 Parents/Peers disapprove of a new couple 🧶 Caregiver or child/elderly abusive to each other

#rp meme #my meme #long post #ask to tag #abuse tw #drugs tw #child abuse tw #humiliation tw #please don't harass someone if these bother you. ask them to tag and etc.

3 notes · View notes

dragonskxn · 3 months

Note

"Don't chase the rabbit"

Send me "Don't chase the rabbit" and your muse will be shown a random memory from my muse's past.

The device had many different names: the scold's bridle, the witch's bridle...

Whatever it was called, it was torture to Annalise.

She had already known some members of the village had a problem with her — for what, she never really wanted to pry. Annalise visited the village rarely, only to buy a few odds and ends from the market that she needed at the time.

Her telling off an unwanted admirer in the middle of the town square was most likely just the incentive the village council needed to enact an appropriate punishment.

Annalise had been summoned to a council meeting, where her punishment for her immoral, unwomanly behavior was the witch's bridle. To wear it for nearly an entire day in the middle of the village.

And here she stood, flanked by two guards. Her feet ached from standing all day; sweat dripped down her face, her bonnet soaked through, and the bridle's metal was hot against her skin underneath the summer sun.

The witch's bridle had been forged to resemble the face of a snarling wolf, the spiked bit of the bridle forced into Annalise's mouth, rendering her unable to speak.

She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the jeers from passerby, the things thrown at her.

It would be over soon.

But it felt like eternity.

#risingshine #oof #torture tw #sexism tw #humiliation tw

4 notes · View notes

whileurmine · 4 months

Text

@th-angelical

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

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

5 notes · View notes

a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 2 years

Text

Hello, Darlin'

Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!reader

Word Count: 3823

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Language, Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort

“Why are you going out with that asshole? You know you don’t really like him.”

You groaned loudly at your sister’s comment. You knew Liz was right, but Evan was a great distraction and pretty decent at sex, so you put up with his less-than-ideal qualities. Sure, he was a complete idiotic douche who had no respect for you, your friends, or your career, but he also didn’t mind that your heart wasn’t in this relationship and your thoughts were always with someone else. He once mentioned he liked to imagine you as one of the various Victoria’s Secret Angels during sex, but you couldn’t hold it against him. Not while you were picturing a certain tanned, muscular, military colonel every time the two of you were together.

Taking another sip of your tea, you said, “He’s alright. I mean, yes, he trashed my place and nearly burned it down with a half-smoked blunt, but he promised he wouldn’t let that happen again.”

“Sis, that was the second time that happened! Wake up! I know things have been rough since-” you shot her a look and she rolled her eyes. “-you-know-who, but that doesn’t mean you have to throw yourself at the first penis that you find.”

“Wow, that’s classy. Thanks for that image.” You heard the doorbell of the café ding behind you, but you ignored it. “Listen, I’m not just ‘throwing myself’ at the first guy I see, alright? I just…. I needed someone and Evan was there. No, I don’t think he will be my Prince Charming, soulmate, husband for life. But he’s something. And right now, I need that.”

Suddenly, Liz’s eyes grew wide at something over your shoulder. “Umm… Sis?”

But you ignored her as you assumed she was about to make another crass comment or dig at your expense. “No, just drop it okay. Yeah, what happened with-” you tripped over his name as Liz continued to make strange, pointed faces at you“- Rick was devastating. But it’s been almost eight months and I moved on. What other choice did I have? It’s not like I’ll ever see him again.”

“Hello, darlin’.”

You froze, a cold chill running down your spine as if someone had just dumped a bucket of ice water over your head. You glanced at Liz but she just threw up her hands as if to say “I was trying to tell you.” Ever so slowly, you turned around to face the man who had just spoken. And there standing before you, was the previous love of your life. Colonel Rick Flag.

He looked both exactly how you remembered him and yet a completely different person. His large jacket hid his body but you could tell he had lost a lot of weight and muscle. He was leaning heavily on the table next to him as if he was having trouble standing on his own and his face was pinched in what almost looked like pain. He looked exhausted, with deep, dark bags under his eyes and his skin was much more pallid than it had been. Yet despite all of that, it was still Rick.

Still that same sweet smile, the same hazel pools staring back at you, the same dirty blond hair that was somehow both messy and styled at the same time. And with just one look, all the feelings you had sworn were in the past came rushing back along with the memories of the two of you together. When you met him at a charity fundraiser for those affected by metahuman disasters. Your first kiss on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial at sunset. Talks of the future and moving in together as you lay in bed still wrapped around each other. And the memory of how he blew up your perfect relationship in just one night.

The shock on your face hardened and you glared at the man. “Rick. What are you doing here?”

He looked sheepishly down at the floor. “I wanted to see you.”

“I meant more ‘what are you doing in DC’ but are you telling me you specifically tracked me down here?” Your glare deepened.

“You always take your lunch break here with Liz on Fridays. I had just hoped that was still the case.” He leaned slightly to the right to gaze around you. “Hey, Liz.”

“Rick.” Your sister grumbled tensely. She knew how badly he had hurt you and though she was your younger sister, she was extremely protective over you. So you knew she wasn’t much happier to see him than you were.

Yet, whatever was going to happen next, you knew needed to be handled one-on-one. “Liz, can you give us some privacy? Please.”

You felt her eyes drilling holes in your neck, but you never took your eyes off Rick. “Are you sure? I won’t mind staying and giving him a piece of my mind.”

A slight smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. “I appreciate it, but I think this needs to be a conversation between just Rick and me.”

You heard her stand, and she squeezed your shoulder as she passed. “Fine, but I’ll just be at the bookstore down the street so call me if you need any backup.”

You nodded your appreciation as she made her way to the door. But just as she passed Rick, she paused and muttered, “If you do anything to hurt her again, military training or not, I will kill you.”

A soft, sad smile crawled across Rick’s lips. “I wouldn’t dream of it. But I’ll keep that in mind.”

As soon as Liz exited the café, you gestured to her now vacant chair. “Do you want to sit down?”

Rick nodded and slowly made his way over to the seat across from you. His movements were laborious and deliberate and as he finally settled into the chair, you noticed a thin layer of sweat now coating his forehead as if that small trek had taken a large toll on him. This from the man who used to go to the gym at least once a day, who could run a record-setting marathon, or who could lift you up with one hand.

Incredulously, you shook your head at the shade of the man in front of you and asked, “Jesus, what happened to you?”

“Long story. Let’s just say it’s a damn near miracle I’m still sittin’ here today.”

You stared down at the table as you mumbled, “Are you okay?”

He let out a soft sigh. “Yeah, I will be. It’s been a long road of recovery but I’m finally gettin’ back to a halfway decent condition.” He paused for a moment. “Darlin’-”

“Please don’t call me that.” You said, squeezing your eyes tightly against the tears starting to form.

“Yeah… I guess I don’t have that right anymore. Sorry.” Rick said sadly as he rubbed his hand over the back of his neck. “I need you to know I wanted to call you the second I left. I knew I screwed up and I wanted to try anythin’ in my power to get you back. But I got called away on a mission before I could. And then…. I was hurt. Bad. Coma for a few weeks. Ventilators and shit for weeks after that. Then months of physical therapy. And it never felt right tryin’ to contact you then. I didn’t want to play the sympathy card to try and get you back.”

“Get me back? Rick, I’m so sorry whatever happened to you happened to you, but that was all after you left. None of that changes what you did. You broke my heart. Out of the blue. One day we were talking about looking at houses and buying a ring, and the literal next day you came over and told me you were leaving DC for good in less than 24 hours and we were through. Do you have any idea what that feels like? To have the rug so utterly pulled out from under you like that? I was completely blindsided! And you never gave me an explanation! Just, ‘I have to go’. What kind of bullshit was that?”

He flinched at each of your accusations, but you didn’t relent. “It destroyed me. I almost lost everything because I couldn’t deal with it. I couldn’t get out of bed for over a week. I would have lost my job if I hadn’t been saving up all my time off for that trip we had been planning. Rick, I loved you with my entire heart and soul and you just…”

“I know, I know, and I am so sorry! If I could do it all over, I would in a heartbeat! I never wanted to leave you, I just-” he stopped himself before he could explain further.

“You just what, Rick? There has to be some explanation, some reason you did what you did.”

“I can’t tell you,” he mumbled softly.

“Then we have nothing more to discuss here.” You stood to leave, but Rick’s hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Please…. I need you to understand, it was never because I didn’t love you or I didn’t want you. Leavin’ was the hardest thing I have ever done and it kills me to know I hurt you so badly. I never meant to-”

“Then why did you do it!” You silently cursed yourself for the tears that began flowing down your cheeks. You had sworn to yourself you would stay strong, and you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, but it was all too much. “Rick, I would have done anything for you, gone anywhere with you, waited however long you needed, but you never gave me a chance! You just left the moment there was a complication and you didn’t even try to work through it. How in the world did you expect to come here and get my forgiveness for that?”

“I did it because I love you and I was tryin’ to protect you,” he blurted out.

Slowly, you sank back into your chair. “What do you mean? Protect me from what?”

“I can’t-”

“Rick, if you want any chance of me understanding, or finding a way to accept what you did, you have to tell me.”

He stared silently at you for a long time, a look of conflicted indecision on his face. And just as you were about to give up and walk away, he said, “Waller didn’t like that I was spendin’ all my days off here in DC. According to my enlistment requirements with ARGUS, as long as I was at Belle Reve for debriefs, mission assignments, and a once-a-week trainin’ with the Task Force, I was able to maintain my residence in DC since that is technically still my assigned base of operations. But Waller didn’t like that because it gave her less control over me. So, she looked and looked but when she couldn’t find any loopholes, she resorted to less…. legal options.” He fell silent for a moment as he fiddled with the handle of Liz’s abandoned coffee cup. But eventually, he asked, “Do you remember that American flag you found layin’ on your pillow and the one in your car? The ones you thought I placed there as a joke?”

You nodded. “Sure, right before you left. Colonel Rick Flag of the US military. It just made sense it was you.”

“It would have. And that was the point. It wasn’t me, but it was a message for me. The same day, just before you called to ask about them, I got a text from Waller. There were no words, just an American flag emoji. That’s it.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to understand what he was getting at. “So, your boss stuck a flag in my car and on my pillow? Why?”

“She wanted me to know that she could get to you anytime or anywhere she wanted. The places you should have been the safest. She wanted to show me that I couldn’t protect you from her. So, when she ordered me to move back to Louisiana permanently, I went without question.”

You thought long and hard about everything he had just told you. From what you had learned about Amanda Waller from your time with Rick, it didn’t sound unrealistic that what he was saying was the truth. He had already told you how she manipulated him and his ex on his first mission working for her so the idea that she would now come after another of Rick’s girlfriends made a lot of sense. But that still didn’t explain his reaction. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to scare you. I knew as long as I went along with what she wanted, she wouldn’t bother you but if I told you, you would be livin’ in constant fear that she would make a move on you at any time. Also, I figured if you knew, you would want to come with me. But I didn’t want you to give up everythin’ you worked for here. You have a life, friends, your sister, a career you love. Besides, I needed to keep you as far away from Waller as possible.”

“And now….”

“Now we made a deal. We have information over her that makes it so she can’t touch us without causin’ an international incident.”

“Who’s we?” you asked.

“Me and the remainder of the Task Force. We found some information on the mission where I was hurt and it was big enough to free all of us from under Waller’s control. But, I had to resign. I’m no longer a part of the US military.” He glanced at you hesitantly before adding, “That’s why I wanted to track you down. I needed to let you know I’m movin’ back here to DC. For good.”

“And why do I care? Huh?” Tears once again began flowing down your face. “Why does that matter to me? You couldn’t have honestly expected to waltz in here, tell your little story, and I would just jump back into your arms? Rick, you destroyed me. That isn’t something I can just forget. And besides… I’ve moved on. There’s someone else.”

A look of pain flashed across Rick’s face but he quickly covered it up. Clearing his throat, he said, “I never expected you to forgive me immediately. I just thought…. I don’t know what I thought. And I’m glad you were able to find someone new.”

“Yes, Evan is everything you weren’t and he is exactly who I needed to help me get over the pain you put me through.” It wasn’t a lie exactly, but there was no way you were going to admit the real reason you were seeing Evan. “And in fact, maybe you should get going. He’s supposed to be meeting me here at any moment.”

Rick nodded as he started to stand. “I get it. I have no right to have expected you to forgive me or that you hadn’t moved on. I’m the one who ruined everythin’, and I’ll never forgive myself for that.” He started to walk away, but just as he was about to pass you, he placed his hand on your shoulder. This first physical contact sent a shudder of desire through your system as your body betrayed you. “But truly, I’m glad you found someone and you’re happy.”

You gazed up into those hazel eyes you had missed every moment since he left. “Rick, I-”

“Dude, get your hand off my girl!”

Mentally, you cursed Evan and his terrible timing. Why did this have to be the one time in your relationship that he wasn’t late for something?

Slowly, Rick turned to stare at the newcomer. He took one look at Evan before turning back to you with a face that screamed “This. This is who you’re with now”. But you ignored him and turned to your boyfriend.

“Evan, it’s okay. This is just….. an old friend. We ran into each other and were just catching up. He’s not bothering me. And besides-” you shot Rick a look “-he was just leaving.”

But you should have known better to expect any kind of understanding or decorum from Evan, especially as you noticed how dilated his pupils were. Then again, that shouldn’t be surprising since he was on something more often than not.

He stalked up to Rick and shoved him hard in the chest. Normally, Evan’s pathetic strength wouldn’t have even made Rick stumble. Yet in his weakened state, Rick went sprawling back, landing harshly on the floor as he clutched his chest. Instantly, you were by his side, softly brushing his hair off his face as it contorted in pain.

Evan rolled his eyes at Rick. “Come on, man, I barely touched you.” Then he turned to you. “Isn’t it bad enough you mentally fuck another dude every time we’re together, now you got to actually fuck one? God! I was never enough for you!”

“Evan…” your voice was low and threatening, silently begging him to shut up, but he didn’t seem to notice.

Instead, he looked past you to glare at Rick. “She do that with you too? Call out some other dude’s name as you’re doin’ it? With me, the thought of that fuckin’ military douche is the only way she can get off. Maybe you’ll have more luck, and you can actually make her forget fuckin’ Rick Flag.”

You burst into tears instantly. Never in your life had you felt so humiliated. You couldn’t care less about Evan or how he was acting, but the thought that Rick knew-

Jumping to your feet, you shoved Evan out of the way and rushed out of the café. You had felt Rick try to grab your hand, try to stop you as you tore from his side but that just made things worse! He knew. He knew you still thought of him every night. That the only time you could really enjoy yourself, the only way you could reach your peak pleasure was while thinking of him. It was utterly mortifying!

Stumbling as you struggled to see through your tears, you ducked into the nearest alley and leaned heavily against the wall. You buried your face in your hands and sobbed. All of the feelings you had been holding back since Rick walked into the café just added fuel to your breakdown and you were soon hyperventilating as you struggled to catch your breath.

Suddenly, a pair of muscular arms encircled you, pulling you into a broad chest. Without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around Rick as you clung tightly to him, sobbing wetly into his chest. Part of you was somehow even more mortified at the thought of him seeing you like this, of holding you now that he knew the truth. Yet, another part of you, the larger part, needed this. You were right he had lost quite a bit of muscle but the hug still felt the same as always. And as you burrowed your face deeper into his chest, you felt his heart thumping loudly against your cheek. You had always loved resting your head on his bare chest and listening to the sound of his heart, but for some reason, it felt slightly off from how it used to. Maybe you weren’t the only one who had a broken heart after all.

When you finally began to calm down and your sobs softened into sniffles, Rick slid his finger under your chin and lifted your head up to face him. Your cheeks grew hot and you tried to look away, but he held you firmly in place.

“It’s okay, darlin’. I’ve thought about you every single day. And, uh, not always in the most respectable way.” He blushed deep red but continued. “I know this doesn’t change anythin’ about how you feel about us movin’ forward. In fact, it makes me realize even more how deeply I hurt you. But I need you to know I never meant for any of this. I was just tryin’ to keep you safe. And I’ll admit, I didn’t go about it in the right way, but I never thought….” He sighed deeply. “I guess what I’m sayin’ is I don’t blame you for not wantin’ to give me another shot. From here on out, I’ll leave you alone. But if you ever change your mind, my number’s still the same.”

He placed a long lingering kiss on your forehead, then released his hold on you. Giving your hand one final squeeze, he turned and walked out of the alley. Staring after him, you watched the man of your dreams walk out of your life for the second time. You considered everything that had happened eight months ago and everything Rick had told you today. His reasoning didn’t make up for what he did, but it did put his action into context. And while you weren’t in any way ready to forgive him, you also weren’t ready to lose him for good.

“Rick!” You rushed out of the alley and down the street in the direction he had headed. Not surprisingly given his current condition, he hadn’t made it very far.

He turned to look at you as you approached. “Did I forget somthi-”

You crashed into his lips cutting him off mid-word. He stiffened in surprise for just a second before surging into you. His tongue pushed between your lips as you ran your hands up the back of his neck and threaded them into his hair. Wrapping one arm around your waist, he pulled you in closer to him until your two bodies felt like one. His heart thumped against your chest and for a moment, you forgot everything that had happened. It was just you and Rick and nothing else mattered.

But eventually, reality came crashing back and you broke away from Rick. He stared at you, his eyes dark with a lustful longing, but he respectfully took a step back. Clearing his throat, he asked, “Well… that was unexpected.”

“I’m sorry. I just couldn't let you go without doing that at least once.”

“What does that mean? For us.”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m not ready to forgive you, you hurt me too deeply for that. But I’m willing to talk. Maybe see if we can find a way to work past this. Build something new from the ruins of what we had.”

“So…. Dinner? Tonight?” he asked hopefully.

“How about we start with coffee tomorrow afternoon,” you said with a soft smile.

“Anythin’ you want, darlin’.” He paused. “Oh, sorry, I forgot, no ‘darlin’’”.

Your smile grew brighter, and you took his hand. “Maybe the occasional ‘darlin’’ is acceptable.”

He beamed back at you. “Whatever you say, darlin’.”

Tag List: @merlehs

#sfw repost #fic #request #rick flag #rick flag x reader #rick flag x f!reader #f!reader #joel kinnaman #the suicide squad #suicide squad #dc #dc x reader #angst #hurt & comfort #hurt and comfort #language tw #mentions of sex tw #humiliation tw #heartbreak tw

69 notes · View notes

a-reader-and-a-writer · 2 years

Text

Hello Darlin'

Fandom: DC, Suicide Squad, Rick Flag, f!Reader

Word Count: 3823

TW: Angst, Heartbreak, Language, Mentions of Sex, Humiliation, Hurt/Comfort

Notes: Thank you to @sociiallydiisoriiented for requesting "it’s not like i’ll ever see [my ex] again,'' but said ex is standing behind them with Rick Flag 💖 And thank you to @loverhymeswith for beta reading for me!