#what I’m trying to say here is that the community views sub care and caring for subs (2 different things) as mandatory
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not aimed at anyone but like, I think as a community we gotta remember that butches/doms deserve to feel wanted for who they are and not just for the sex or fantasies they can bring to the table. if you’re looking for a partner just so you can feel like you’re not “missing out” in the community or so you can have fun without responsibilities, then either you gotta take a step back for awhile and work on yourself, or realize that dom/sub stuff just isn’t healthy for you. and that’s ok!! there’s nothing wrong with that!! but I guarantee that butches and doms are just as anxious about being used as a fill in or piece of meat as any femme or sub is. it sucks to be in a position where you feel like you’re replaceable and only worth what fantasies you can give to them as a placeholder. anyway. yeah. treat butches better please.
#rebloggable#just smth I’ve been thinking about the past couple days#kind of hit me when sparkly checked in on me after admitting I’d had dom drop#that like ?? I’ve never actually expected that before#or I guess hoped for it either??#what I’m trying to say here is that the community views sub care and caring for subs (2 different things) as mandatory#and dom care and caring for doms as optional#sometimes even excessive and unnecessary#I’m really rambling but the point of the post is:#treat your doms and butches well#be considerate#bc we really do deserve more than to feel used#and not used in the sexy way
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A Trio of Brats
How would each of our ladies react/handle R, if while on the elevator up to the penthouse, during a heated discussion, R spanked their ass and said “you’re being a brat”? 😈
18+ ONLY. Minors Do Not Interact.
Pairing: NatashaxReader|WandaxReader|CarolxReader|NatashaxCarolxWandaxReader
Words: 8137
Warnings: Smut, so much smut, strap on, edging, fingering, mommy kink, daddy kink, captain kink, hair pulling, no touching allowed, punishments, Dom/Sub relationships [there’s more but I’ll tag later]
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- Natasha’s POV -
“You’re not bringing a puppy into the penthouse, Baby.”
You frown over at the back of Natasha’s head.
She is still standing facing away from you, gazing out of the windows.
While you stay near the doors.
She’s been standing like that ever since the two of you had walked into the elevator.
After you had been badgering her the entire car journey to be allowed to bring MJ’s puppy with you.
It’s safe to say you know you’re grating on Natasha; possibly reaching her limit - but does that stop you?
No.
Because there is a cute little puppy on the line.
You can’t back down now.
No. It’s too vital.
And you want to bring the puppy up to show Wanda and Carol.
No matter what Natasha, ever the bossy boots, says.
“I don’t get why though.”
“Because, dumb girl; I don’t want a flea covered, yapping thing let loose in my home. It was bad enough when you brought Hedwig here.”
Your mouth falls open.
“Hey that was mean! I’m not dumb!” You say. “And she doesn’t have fleas. MJ’s keeps amazingly good care of Spider-pup. And Hedwig was a wonderful guest.”
“For someone who frequently locks herself out of her house.” After hearing the name of the dog, Natasha finally looks around: “Spider…pup?”
“Yeah.” You reply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “She’s dating Peter Parker…the biggest Spider-Man fanboy around. Plus, she couldn’t bring herself to yell Princess in the park.”
“And Spider-pup was the way to go, clearly.”
“Yeah.” You reply, edging forwards a little. “Plus I know Spider-pup has a thing for redheads too.”
Natasha’s eyebrows raise and you quickly back peddle.
“Not in a sexual way! She just loves red headed people. Like, adores them. She’d be on your lap all night, Natty.”
You’ve reached her now and you’re about to twirl some of Natasha’s red hair between your fingers, and offer her your best puppy dog eyes; when her hand grips your wrist tightly, stopping you.
“The mongrel still isn’t stepping a paw into my home, baby girl.” She growls. “Nice try.”
You try to snatch your hand away but the older woman holds you firm.
“Now stop pestering me over an animal, Y/N.”
You gasp.
“Did you just full name me?”
“Yes I did. Because you’re being a brat.”
“I’m hardly being a brat…” You reply, before adding on: “Natasha.”
You’re being slammed into the handlebar before you can even protest.
You’re now looking at the view outside, with the hand Natasha still has in a bruising grip, pinned behind your back.
You let out a whimper, moving as the bar digs uncomfortably into you.
“What did you just call me, Y/N?”
“I don’t remember?”
“Don’t. Lie.” Her free hand smacks your ass hard. “Don’t make me ask again.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes.
“I called you Natasha.”
“Why?”
“Because…”
“Because…?” Another hard slap and you wince.
“Because I felt cocky.”
“Such a dumb little baby.” Natasha drags your other arm behind you; pinning both hands in one of hers. “What’s my name, little one?”
“N-”
She slaps your ass so hard this time that you let out a cry, trying to get your wrists free.
“Colour, kitten?”
“Yellow.”
Instantly Natasha spins you around and kisses you deeply; humming when you physically melt into her.
“Good girl, thank you for communicating with me.” She smiles down at you. “What’s my name?”
“Daddy.”
“Good girl. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
“I’m still not letting that dog in my apartment.”
She lets you go, seemingly knowing that you’re nearing their apartment and as she walks, you catch her muttering something under her breath.
“You’re being a brat now.”
You slap Natasha’s ass before you can really stop yourself.
And end up swallowing thickly.
“Holy shit.”
Yep, you’re gonna die.
You’re dead.
D
E
A
D
MJ, you’d better say something good at my funeral.
Natasha turns around, completely ignoring the doors that are now opening.
“What was that?”
She’s glaring at you.
Daring you to say it again.
What the hell, right?
“You’re being the brat…” It’s nothing more than a whisper but you say it.
Natasha lets out a chuckle.
A low chuckle that has you quaking right where you stand.
You glance behind her at the doors which are now closing.
Natasha catches the door without taking her eyes from you.
“Well if I’m the brat then that makes you the Dom, baby.” Natasha steps out of the elevator. “So I think I’ll go ahead and put myself in a time out; you’ll be able to entertain yourself without me, won’t you?”
The colour drains from your face.
“What?”
Turning without another word, Natasha leaves you standing there, completely dumbfounded.
You’re quick to move when the doors shut you off from her, and you manage to weasel through, hot on Natasha’s heels.
“Wait, wait, wait!”
But you don’t get a response from her the entire walk up through the apartment and down to her office.
When she gets there, she offers you a glance and a small, smug smile, before vanishing quickly inside; shutting the door behind her.
For the entire hour she is in there, no matter how many times you knock on the door, attempt to pick the lock - something Natasha herself had taught you - and begged; literally begged, the red head just wouldn’t open the door.
For the entire hour.
The entire long and extremely boring hour.
You end up leaning your back against the door as you text MJ; doing nothing short of complaining of how mind numbingly bored you are, when the door suddenly shoots open and you’re sent flying backwards.
Landing in a thump between Natasha’s heeled feet.
“Hey detka, still here?”
“That was mean, Daddy.”
The red head shrugs.
“Have you finished being a brat?”
“Should I be asking you that question?” You ask.
“Another hour it is.”
You jump to your feet quickly.
“No, no! I’m sorry! Please.”
Natasha is smug as she keeps the door open for you and you scramble inside.
“Well seeing as you apologised…I think it’s time for the good girl to get her reward then…isn’t it…”
You all but jump into her open arms and wrap yourself around her like a koala.
Natasha attacks your neck with vigour, licking and biting at the skin you have to offer her, all the while walking you into the room towards her desk.
You squirm and let out a small whine.
“You’re packing.”
“Would you expect anything less from me, kitten?” she asks coyly.
Natasha drops you unceremoniously on her floor.
“No. Never.”
“Knees. Now.”
You get into position instantly, hands resting on your lap.
“Think you can suck my strap for me? Get it nice and wet for that pretty pussy, baby?”
Your mouth opens automatically, watching with eager eyes as she unzips her pants and takes out her strap.
“Look, baby girl. I made sure to choose your favourite too.”
“Thank you, daddy.”
Natasha cups your face and rubs her thumb over your bottom lip.
“Such a good girl.” She says, “Now stick out that tongue.”
When you do, she spits directly onto it and makes you swallow.
“How did I get lucky to get such a good girl, hmm?” Natasha asks. “Can you suck daddy’s cock for me? Make me feel good?”
You surge forwards without needing anymore instruction.
Sucking most of it into your mouth, you move your hands to Natasha’s legs as you fight the urge to gag almost immediately.
You hear Natasha coo at you as you struggle.
Knowing this wasn’t your forte.
She grips the back of your head and gently guides you down her faux cock.
Enjoying the way your eyes are already brimming with tears.
You wretch loudly and Natasha coos you again.
“Poor baby, doing so well on my cock - such a good girl.”
Spit dribbles down your chin.
When your nose presses into the fabric of Natasha’s pants, you force yourself to breathe through your nostrils.
Trying so hard to stop gagging.
“You okay, detka?”
You give her a thumbs up and it urges her to continue.
Her grip on your hair tightens as she grabs the strands and pulls you back, before dragging you back down.
Over and over.
Until your throat has gotten used to her member.
Until you’re sucking her into your mouth with much more ease.
“There we go, little one. Get it nice and wet for your pussy.”
She fucks your face a few more times, softly pounding her hips into your mouth; forcing her cock down your throat.
When she pulls out, strings of spit still connect you to her strap.
It’s one of the hottest things Natasha has ever seen.
Your chin and neck are covered in drool.
Natasha leans down and kisses you sloppily, humming when you try to suck her tongue into your mouth,
Before hoisting you up off the floor and down onto her desk.
She automatically pulls at your shorts so fast that you’re sure they’re torn.
Natasha flips you on your stomach, fingers dipping into your wetness.
“So wet already, detka.” She murmurs, “did you miss daddy?”
She slaps your ass.
“I did; so much.” You pant, “I’m so sorry for being a brat. So, so, so sorry.”
“Thank you for all the apologies, baby.”
When she finally thrusts into you, your eyes all but roll back and your head screams: “Finally!”
You moan loudly.
So loudly.
“That’s it baby, taking my strap so well.”
Natasha keeps on slowly pushing inside of you, knowing that it's driving you mad.
Once she’s fully inside of you, she pauses for a second, allowing you to get used to her length, to the stretch that parts your walls, before she pulls out slightly and thrusts back in.
“Oh good girl.” Natasha sighs, pulling out again.
When she slams in, you let out a startled moan, near head butting her desk.
Her new pace is just brutal, holding your hips as she pounds over and over into you.
Natasha is chasing her high, just as you are yours.
The end of her strap rubs deliciously against her clit.
Mix that with your moans and the sounds coming from between your legs, Natasha is already close.
“You’re such a good girl when you want to be, kitten.” She lets out a shaky breath.
You preen under her words, shuffling on the desk as you start bouncing back on Natasha’s strap.
“That’s it slut, take my cock.”
You angle your hips down, jolting when it hits the spongy spot inside of you.
Oh, that feels so good.
Christ, how were you so close already?
But then again, you've lost all sense of time.
“Is my little baby gonna cum?” Natasha asks, voice slightly breathless.
“Uh-huh. Please, please can I cum, daddy?”
Not bothering to give you a verbal reply, Natasha pounds into so fast you’re sure the back of your thighs are going to bruise.
She watches with glee as your hands wrap around the edges of the desk to try and stop your body jolting with each thrust.
Your moans bounce off the walls.
The coil in your stomach tightens as Natasha constantly hits your g-spot.
“Cum. Cum now or don’t bother at all.”
Your orgasm is torn out of you, just as is the exhausted scream that follows; your legs tremble and you would have slid off the table right there and then if it wasn’t for Natasha holding your hips in death grips.
A few more thrusts and Natasha reaches her high too; slamming into you one final time before she lets out a whine and stills, body shuddering.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Your legs have become jelly. Your pussy too sensitive to take anymore.
Natasha pulls out, quickly leaning down to lick a long strip through your folds before standing up straight and turning you round.
When she kisses you, all you can taste is your own arousal.
You pull back and lick the tip of her nose.
“Am I forgiven, daddy?”
“Yes, detka.” Natasha smiles. “How does a shower sound?”
“A shower sounds amazing.” You reply, grinning.
“Good.”
You reach down to pick up your shorts but the redhead snatches them from you.
“You won’t be needing them, silly girl.”
You can’t help but grin.
“Yes, daddy.”
You walk to the office door, turning when Natasha calls your name.
“I’m still not letting MJ’s dog in my home, Y/N. Don’t think I’ve forgotten.”
- Carol’s POV -
“No. Means. No.”
“Oh come on, Carol!”
You follow the blonde into the elevator, a box containing the most delicious pie you have ever tasted, in your hands.
“No, kitten. You heard me. We are not eating pie before dinner.”
You stand next to her as she beeps her card and presses the button for the penthouse.
“Car, come on. What’s the worst that could happen, hmm? We don’t eat all of our dinner? Wow, call the cops now.”
“The worst that could happen is you getting put in your place, little girl. Don’t make me throw that pie out of the window, because I will.”
You hold it closer to your chest.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
Using her full height against you, Carol towers down at you and narrows her eyes.
“Try me.”
You shuffle back, taking your precious pie with you.
Carol follows.
“I see this thing as my child; you throw this out and you’re throwing my…like heart out too…”
“God you’re so fucking dramatic.” Carol rolls her eyes. “Plus you want to eat that pie. How sick is that?”
You open and close your mouth a couple of times, unable to think of a snarky reply.
“That’s what I thought.” Carol replies, “want me to shut that mouth for you, kitten?”
Glowering up at her, you do it yourself.
“Are we finished going on about this stupid pie now?” She asks.
“S-stupid pie?” You look down at the box. “Carol, I’m hurt. Hurt! This pie is not stupid; it’s a beautiful creation and I think I’m in love with it.”
Carol laughs, exasperated.
“You’re lucky you’re cute, baby.”
“Y’know what else is cute, Carol?” You ask before holding the box out. “This pie. And it’s cruel for us to wait to eat it until after dinner.”
“Y/N…” Carol warns. “I’m getting sick of hearing about it. I mean it. We’re eating it after dinner. Or not at all.”
You glance down at the box in your hands.
“Fine.”
Smiling, Carol leans down to kiss your forehead.
“I knew you could listen to instructions; good girl, kitten.”
“It’s amazing what happens when you threaten my pie, isn’t it?”
Carol smirks.
“It sure is.”
The two of you settle down, Carol taking her phone out of her pocket to check a couple of emails while you find it really hard to not roll your eyes.
God, the whole thing is stupid.
What was the big deal anyway?
Food is food, right?
You open the lid and inhale the sweet smell of the treat in your hands; mouth instantly filling with drool.
Your stomach rumbles.
“Fuck, I’m so hungry.” You scrape a little of the crust off with your finger and pop it into your mouth. “Can’t we just, like I dunno; nibble the crust, Carol? Consider it an amuse-bouche.”
You’re too busy giggling at your very pitiful joke to notice Carol.
Maybe if you had you could have gotten away from the situation.
Doubtful.
But maybe.
The pie is snatched from your hands before you can fully process what’s happening and thrown on the ground.
"Hey!"
You’re then pinned by the blonde, back bouncing on the elevator wall; where, not even waiting for you to reply, Carol’s hand trails up your chest, tickles at your neck before settling in your hair.
She grabs a handful, relishing in the way you flinch, readying for her to yank.
“Kneel.”
“Excuse me?” You say.
“You heard me, kitten. Kneel. Remember your place.”
You shake your head.
The final nail in your coffin.
Carol’s hand slams down on your shoulder and she pushes you down onto your knees.
You quickly find it difficult to maintain eye contact with the incredibly smug woman standing over you.
The second you look away, she cocks her head to the side.
“Where you looking at, kitten?” Carol asks. “My eyes are up here. You know I like looking at your pretty eyes.”
You make yourself look at her.
And as you part your lips to talk, Carol roughly pushes two fingers into your mouth.
“Brats don’t get to talk.” She growls.
You choke as Carol’s fingers hit the back of your throat; and when you try to pull back, the other woman doesn’t let you, the grip on your hair tightening to keep you in your place.
“Where are you going, baby?”
Carol fucks your mouth a few more times before keeping them lodged between your lips; loving the way your eyes widen and you gag around her.
Carol doesn’t miss the small intake of breath through your nose when her boot grazes your core.
She pulls her fingers from your mouth, deliberately pressing down on your tongue to just earn one last gag before her digits leave fully.
Spit dangles from her glistening fingers and she wipes them clean on your cheek.
“Stay.”
You look at her in confusion; watching as she crosses the elevator to hit the STOP button; causing you to nearly fall out of your kneeling position from the floor.
When Carol returns to you, you try to speak again, voice your innocence, but she raises an eyebrow and your voice dies in your throat.
Her feet shift and one slips between your spread legs.
“There’s a good girl, that’s what I thought.”
You stay where you are, legs spread on the elevator floor with one of Carol’s feet between them.
“Look at you,” she mockingly pouts, “on your knees for me. Right where you belong.”
Carol lifts her foot and smiles when you jerk.
“You think bad girls have the right to try and get off on my feet?”
She moves her foot and you all but whimper when the contact leaves you.
“But considering you look so fucking cute right now…I’d say you deserve…something…” Carol’s face is incredibly smug. “Go ahead and hump my shoe, slut. I'll allow it.”
Your eyes go wide.
“W-what?”
“You heard me, baby.” Carol says. “Or is that dumb submissive brain of yours too fuzzy to understand simple instructions?”
Her boot goes back between your legs and presses right against your clit.
“Hump my fucking shoe or I’ll turn your ass red. The choice is yours.”
You move automatically, despite the humiliation slapping you right in the face, and grind yourself down onto Carol’s shoe.
The friction feels amazing and it causes your eyes to flutter.
“Oh.”
“Go on. Get yourself off on my shoe. It’s a nice sight, I won’t lie.”
You roll your hips and groan.
When you try to sit up, to rearrange yourself on her shoe; Carol’s hands slam firmly on your shoulders again and shoves you back down; grinding you against her boot.
“Fuck, c-captain.”
“What was that, baby girl?” she asks.
“Nothing, captain; I’m sorry.”
“Maybe you need something in that mouth of yours…to keep you quiet. What do you think?”
You go to reply when two of Carol’s fingers re enter your mouth.
“Suck them.”
You’re quick to do as you’re told, sucking on her digits as if your life depends on it.
“There’s a good girl. Knew I’d find better use of that mouth instead of talking utter shit.”
You gag loudly when her long fingers poke at the back of your throat.
“You know,” Carol continues, shifting her boot to make you groan, “you’re such a good girl when you’re not complaining about your stupid pie.”
Something clicks in her brain and she smiles deviously down at you.
“I think I might take you up on your offer from earlier, sugar.” She continues, gripping your jaw tighter when you try to speak.
And then just like that, everything stops.
You can only watch helplessly as she moves away from you and picks up the box.
You miss how good her shoe made you feel.
You clench your thighs, pussy throbbing.
When she opens the box lid, you can’t help the pathetic whine when you see your delicious pie in front of you.
You swallow thickly.
“It smells delicious, kitten.” Carol says; eyes snapping to you when you open your mouth again.
You watch, mouth agape as she breaks off a part of the crust and pops in into her mouth; moaning loudly when the buttery flavour explodes on her taste buds.
“And this is just the crust, I can’t wait to eat the whole thing.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Oh? And what’re you gonna do about it, brat?”
You’re on your feet in seconds, legs shaking from being knelt down for a long period of time.
“You’re the one being the brat now, not me.”
How you manage to slap Carol’s ass before she pins you to the wall is beyond you.
Yet somehow you manage it.
The blonde is seething.
“Say that again.”
You meet her eyes and all the courage you have vacates your body.
“I-I’d rather not, thank you.”
“It isn't a request, Y/N. It's an order.”
“I -”
“3.”
“Don’t count!”
“2.”
“I said you was the brat!”
“And why did you call me a brat?” Carol asks.
“Because.”
“Because?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh? An apology already?” Carol grins. “Where did that bratty energy go?”
“It left. Really quickly.” You pout slightly. “I’m sorry.”
“You’re sorry, baby?” She leans to kiss your jaw. “Really sorry?”
“Mhmm.” You whine when her teeth nip at your skin.
“I guess that’s okay then isn’t it, if you’re really sorry.”
You’re sceptical at first - because why would she let you get away with being a brat so quickly? - but when her hand slips into your pants, the scepticism dissolves.
Her long fingers circle your clit and you let out a small whimper.
“Does that feel good, kitten?”
She grabs your jaw with her other hand.
“Use those words, baby.”
She says this as her fingers dip inside of you, pulling back before she fully does.
“Yes, captain.” You whisper. “Please.”
“Oh such a good girl, using her manners for her captain.”
She lifts you with no effort, yanking your pants and knickers down to your knees before shoving two fingers easily inside of you.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. I love it.”
Carol moves you again, carrying you across the elevator with her fingers still inside of you and somehow - you’re not sure how - presses the button to make the elevator move.
Your back ends up pressed against the elevator doors and you gasp when the cool steel presses against your ass.
“What if someone comes in?” You gasp out.
Carol adds a third finger, enjoying the way you react to her stretching you out.
You whimper, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip.
“Then you better cum fast, baby girl.”
You nod.
You can do that.
You wrap your legs around her waist, moaning when Carol growls.
Her teeth find home at your neck and she bites and sucks at what you have to offer her.
“Gonna mark you up,” she says, licking the large red mark she had just made.
You grind against her hand.
Her fingers squelch inside of you. “Everyone will know who you belong to.”
“You, captain. I belong to you!”
Her thumb rubs at your clit and you have to bite down hard on your bottom lip to stop yourself from screaming out.
“Good. Fucking. Girl.”
“Oh god, yes, right there - please!”
You’re stuffed with Carol’s fingers, clenching around them as she moves and curls inside of your pussy.
Lewd, wet noises fill the elevator.
It should be embarrassing but it isn’t.
Not when you’re feeling this good.
“Mmm, close, so close.”
It’s almost obscene how quickly they can make you cum.
“I’m gonna c...!”
Your body tenses -
- and Carol abruptly removes her fingers from you, throwing your legs down as she goes.
“What? What are you doing?”
You hastily pull your pants back up, breathing heavily.
“Brats don’t get to cum, silly girl.”
Your eyes all but bulge from your head.
Sucking her fingers, she grabs onto you when the doors to the elevator open, stopping you from tumbling out.
You don’t even notice, far too enraged by your denied orgasm.
“What?! That’s not fair!”
“Shall we make it a week of edging then instead of just tonight, kitten? ‘Cos that wouldn’t be fair.”
You hastily shake your head.
“I - let’s not be too hasty now.”
“That’s what I thought.” Carol towers over you. “Now, fetch your pie and come along little kitten. You’ve got a long night ahead.”
- Wanda’s POV -
“I can’t believe you dropped your coke, Y/N.”
“I didn’t do it intentionally!” You’re all but pouting as you stomp into the elevator to the penthouse. “I was looking forward to drinking it too; stupid curb. I could have broken my neck.”
“Bit dramatic there, detka.” Wanda smiles, slurping her drink, just loud enjoy to make you glare.
She moves the reusable carrier bag to rest in the crook of her arm. “I’d have caught you.”
“You were doubled over laughing, Maximoff. When would you have caught me?”
“After I finished laughing, duh.” Wanda hands you her drink.
You accept it happily and inhale a large mouthful, momentarily struggling to swallow all the carbonated bubbles.
“Also, Maximoff, huh? Channelling your inner Natasha and Carol there are you?”
You shrug as you continue to drink her soda.
“So what if I am?”
You watch as Wanda commands the elevator to take you to their floor before coming to stand in your personal space.
She taps your nose.
“I prefer you calling me Wands.” She whispers, leaning down to take the straw into her mouth. “Or mommy. I know how much you enjoy calling me mommy.”
She says it with such nonchalance that it takes your brain a second to understand what she just said to you.
“I don’t…you…” Your voice trails off and you suddenly find you can’t keep Wanda’s eye contact.
She giggles and your brain mercifully starts to work again.
“I love how flustered that makes you, baby. You’re so cute.”
“Oh whatever.” You scoff, shoving Wanda away with a smile.
She lets out a giggle but doesn’t budge too far from you.
“It’s so easy to do. Even when I’m not fully in dom mode, I can still make you blush. Talk about giving me an ego boost, sweetheart.”
“I can easily burst your bubble, Wands.”
“Oh yeah?” She raises an eyebrow. “Go on then. Burst my bubble. I dare you.”
“You dare me?”
“Mhmm. I’m waiting.” She checks her watch. “Although, if you make me wait any longer I might end up ageing a few years…”
“I -” You start but when Wanda’s lips suddenly find your neck, you falter. “That’s….that’s mean.”
“Use your words, baby.” She sucks on your skin. “Go on.”
“I…just…” You’re begging your brain to function. It becomes increasingly difficult, especially when Wanda drags her teeth over your collarbone. “Y-you…”
“Yes, baby girl?” Wanda moves up to suck your earlobe into her mouth. “My not-at-all-flustered-baby-girl.”
You shut your eyes and try your best to focus.
“I’m not - I’m…” You swallow thickly. “I’m not flustered. I don’t get easily flustered.”
“Just admit defeat, baby.” She kisses along your jaw until settling on your lips, kissing you once, twice, three times. “My flustered girl, I love that I can do this to you.”
“You do?”
“Yes, detka.” Wanda mercifully pulls back slightly, giving you enough space to regain some control of your thoughts. “It’s so hot.”
Your cheeks blush.
“Even if you do try to lie to me.”
“I didn’t lie.”
“Oh? Is that so?”
“Mhmm.”
“Tell that to your crimson cheeks, baby girl.” She winks before stepping fully out of your personal space. “You cutie pie. Trying to lie to your mommy. You know I don’t like liars, sweetheart.”
“What’re you gonna do about it, mommy?”
She leans down and recaptures your lips with her own; holding the side of your face with her free hand in a gentle caress.
It’s a tender moment.
And you fall fully into it.
“For that, I’m gonna play our new video game when you’re in school this week.”
You pull away from her.
“You what?”
“You heard me, baby.”
You let out a whine, frowning.
“But that’s not fair!”
“It isn’t?” She asks, grinning, showing her pristine white teeth. “How so, baby?”
“B-because you’re gonna learn all the tricks and I’ll be at a disadvantage when we play!”
“Aww,” Wanda mock pouts down at you. “Such a silly little thing. You won’t be at a disadvantage.”
“So…wait, you’re not gonna cheat?” You ask, tilting your head slightly.
“I didn’t say that.” Wanda replies. “I’m gonna learn everything whilst you’re stuck in class. You’re not gonna be at a disadvantage, detka; you’re gonna be at a loss when we play.”
You gape up at her.
“And then when you get home to me, I’ll make you a bet that I just know you won’t be able to refuse…”
“I’d be able to refuse it.” You mumble in a hushed tone.
“Shh baby, mommy’s speaking.” Wanda bumps her nose to yours. “When you lose my bet, your ass is gonna be mine.”
“I - I won’t fall for your bet.”
“You won’t?” Wanda asks. “My stubborn, proud, little girl, won’t accept a bet I lay out for her…won’t take the chance to try and prove me wrong?”
Oh you can feel the moment your eye starts to twitch.
“No…I won’t fall for it, Wanda.”
Wanda smirks.
“I think you already have, buttercup.”
The elevator dings, catching Wanda’s attention.
“Come on, kitten. Mommy wants a cup of coffee.”
She turns and you find yourself staring at her ass.
You glare at her.
“You’re being such a brat.”
Those five words alone are going to get you into trouble.
But you don’t stop there.
No.
Of course you don’t. It’s you.
The temptation to spank her overrules any logical thoughts you have and, without fully thinking the idea through, you smack Wanda’s ass.
With a lot more power than you had anticipated.
The older woman jerks, a surprised noise passing her lips.
She turns to you slowly, both eyebrows raised in shock.
You stare at her.
Just as shocked.
“I - you…”
“Did you just spank my ass, little one?”
“No.”
“Again with the lies.”
“I’m not -”
Her hand is in your hair so fast; palm scraping against your scalp before her fingers latch down, hard.
You let out a tiny squeak as she holds you where she wants, eyes glaring down at your stunned face; your eyes lidded in pleasure.
“Did you smack my ass, baby girl?” Wanda asks.
You’re finding it really difficult to maintain eye contact with her.
“So what if I did?” You ask, the adrenaline from Wanda pulling your hair fuelling your brat energy.
“Oh, so that’s the mood you’re going with is it?” Wanda’s smile grows. “For a second I really thought you were gonna chicken out on me, sweetie.”
You avert your eyes from her gaze and Wanda quickly rectifies it; hand dropping from your hair to grip your chin.
She lifts your face up, tilting her own head to the side when you try your best to keep from looking at her.
“Aww, is the little baby too afraid to look me in the eyes now?”
“No.”
“Then look at me.” Wanda orders simply.
When you still refuse, she sighs.
“Come now, baby girl; look at me or I’ll let Natasha and Carol deal with you.”
You tentatively peak up at her.
Wanda’s grip on your chin tightens.
“Ignore me again and I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to walk for days; is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“Good girl.” Wanda kisses your nose. “Coffee?”
“Coffee sounds perfect.”
Two minutes later and the two of you leave the elevator, hand in hand; softly discussing your upcoming game night plans, when you hear it.
Gentle moans coming from the front room.
While you pause mid step, Wanda continues on, dragging you with her without stopping to check if you’re okay.
“Wanda!” You whisper, “I think they’re busy!”
“Who? Our girlfriends, you mean?”
You’re blushing.
“I know that.” You reply, gripping her hand as you climb the stairs. “But they’re having alone time.”
Wanda can’t help but grin.
“You’re so fucking adorable, baby. Come on, it’s okay. They won’t mind. If anything, seeing us watch will spur them on…”
What you’re met with, is Carol kneeling between Natasha’s bare legs as she laps away happily at her pussy.
Natasha, with her hair shoved messily on her head, has her eyes screwed shut.
Her hips jerk and she gasps, then letting out a little sigh when Carol inserts two fingers into her.
“There you go, my love.” Carol mutters, moving away to kiss Natasha’s inner thigh.
“If you make me squirt on our couch, I won’t be impressed, Danvers.”
“Challenge accepted, Romanoff.”
Carol throws Natasha’s left leg over her shoulder and pulls her closer.
Casting a devious wink up at the red head, Carol licks her lips and dives back in, feasting on the other woman like it was her last meal.
You can only watch, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as your eyes gaze over Carol’s toned arms pinning Natasha in place.
“What’s the matter, baby?” Wanda asks, glancing at you. “See something you like?”
“I’m just -”
You’re too enamoured by Natasha and Carol to even notice Wanda moving around you; placing her things down before going to stand back at your side.
She moves your hair from your neck and peppers kisses at the skin you offer to her, grasping your body to stop you from pulling away in surprise.
“Hush now,” She whispers, earning fresh goosebumps to rise where her breath tickles you. “You wanna watch them with me, baby?”
You let out a breathless moan as Wanda licks up to your earlobe.
She takes it between her teeth and nibbles.
“But…we…”
“Use your big girl words.”
You try to drag your eyes away but Wanda is one step ahead of you; she grabs a fist full of your hair again and keeps your head from moving.
“Watch, baby girl.”
Wanda’s right arm moves slides around your stomach to dip between your waistband.
“What do we have here?” She murmurs, dragging one slender finger over your clit. She moves lower, to the slight damp patch giving you away. “Did mommy do this? Or is it because you’re watching our captain eat daddy’s pussy?”
You drag your eyes from Carol’s tongue, watching in a daze as it disappears inside of Natasha, to glance back at Wanda.
She’s watching you both with a similar gaze; pupils blown wide with lust.
When you look back to the pair on the sofa, you’re met with dazzling green eyes staring at you.
“Looks like we’ve got some onlookers, moya lyubov’.” Natasha’s breath hitches.
When Carol turns to you and Wanda, her mouth shimmers.
“Are you two gonna join us?”
“I was thinking of something different.” Wanda replies, removing her hand from between your legs.
You let out a whine, wincing when Wanda’s grip on your hair tightens.
“Don’t think I forgot about your little stunt, brat.” She shoves you forward.
“Oh? Has our baby girl been naughty?” Natasha asks, letting out a loud moan when Carol curls her fingers.
“Our baby girl thought it was appropriate to slap my arse and call me a brat.”
You snap your head to look at Wanda; eyes wide in shock.
“You said you wouldn’t tell!”
Wanda shrugs. “I never said such a thing. But maybe now you’ll rethink your actions, detka.”
“Oh, she has been a bad girl.” Carol is grinning against Natasha’s folds.
“And I think I know the perfect punishment…” Wanda replies, squishing your cheeks between her fingers. “Kneel.”
“No I don���t -”
“I. Said. Kneel.”
Wanda’s hands move to your shoulders and she shoves you down to the floor.
You end up on your knees with Wanda’s hands clamped on your shoulders, painfully close to Natasha and Carol.
“Now, be a good girl and stay put. Mommy needs to get something just for you.”
You all but sigh in relief when Wanda removes her hands from you and she quickly leaves the room.
You move on instinct, your knees already sore from the wooden floor.
But Natasha, even with her eyes shut in pleasure, just knows you’re trying to move and she catches your arm in a vice grip.
“Mommy told you to stay, little one.”
Another harsh tug and you’re pulled forward, landing on your hands, nose bumping into Natasha’s raised leg.
“I - um -”
“Why don’t you watch daddy cum, baby girl?” Natasha gyrates her hips on Carol’s face. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close.”
Natasha’s grip tightens on arm and you wince, automatically pulling away.
“Kiss me.”
You glance at Carol, who is leaning up from Natasha. She’s looking at you with wet lips; her fingers still working in and out of the red head.
“What?”
“You heard me.” Carol says, “kiss me. Come here.”
You do as you’re told, leaning across to capture Carol’s lips with your own.
You immediately taste Natasha’s arousal. It attacks your senses.
It coats your lips, fills your mouth and invades your nose.
You quickly get lost in it, sucking on Carol’s tongue.
The blonde pulls back, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you.
“Fuck.” You whimper.
“Now what’s this about you spanking mommy, hmm?” She asks, trailing her thumb across your lip.
“I didn’t mean it, captain.” You give her your best doe eyed look, sticking out your bottom lip for good measure.
It only earns a snicker.
“Nice try, baby.”
And just like that, Carol shoves you away from her.
With such force that you topple onto your ass.
Just as Wanda re-enters the room holding a collar and a leash.
Looming over you, Wanda motions you to sit by her feet.
You do as you’re told, quickly; earning a soft “Good girl.” to be whispered in your ear.
You’re far too infatuated with Wanda that you miss Natasha’s eyes rolling to the back of her head as her orgasm rips through her.
You want nothing more than to watch her fall apart, but the stern look that Wanda gives you is enough to keep you in place.
“You want to be my good little pet?” she asks, locking the collar around your neck. She checks the tightness and then asks if it feels okay on you.
You nod and Wanda connects the leash to the heart shaped part of the collar.
“Then good little pets obey and listen to their owners, do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, mommy.”
“I like where this is going.” Carol mutters to Natasha.
“Come.”
Crawling behind Wanda’s feet, and earning a few slaps on your ass from the other two women, she moves until she has you kneeling in front of the coffee table.
You silently watch her as she ties the end of the leash to the table leg.
“Good little pets also deserve to be punished for spanking their mommies, don’t they?”
You pout and nod.
“…yes mommy.”
Wanda walks back to Natasha and Carol, kissing them both deeply before whispering something into their ears.
Just quiet enough that you can’t fully make out what she’s saying.
You’re interested.
Curious as to what is being said.
“My devious, devious little switchy.” Natasha grins, pulling Wanda in for another kiss.
“Maybe this will teach our little brat to think before she acts.” Carol says, glancing at you.
“Tell her, moya lyubov’.” Natasha tells Wanda. “ So the poor girl doesn’t get into more trouble.”
“You’re to sit there baby, as Natasha and Carol fuck me. You’re not allowed to be involved. No touching. No whining. No moving. Do I make myself clear?”
Your face falls.
Your good girl act crumbles.
The brat inside of you rises up, screaming like a banshee.
How could they do this to you? Over something so small?!
Your eye twitches and you open your mouth to fight back.
“Behave, kitten.” Natasha orders. “Or should I take matters into my own hands and make use of our new paddle?”
The words die on your tongue.
Your inner brat dropping to hide once more.
And now you know exactly why Wanda placed you directly in front of them.
You’re in the front row seat of torture.
“That’s what I thought. Dumb baby.”
“I’ll ask again: do I make myself clear, Y/N?”
“Yes!”
A single eyebrow raise.
“Yes, you make yourself clear, mommy.”
“Such a good little pet.”
Wanda’s top gets torn off first by Carol, quickly followed by her leggings.
“You’re gonna make the cutest sounds for us, bunny.” Natasha says, nipping at Wanda’s neck. “All for us.”
“Yes, daddy.” Wanda replies, letting out a shuddering breath when teeth scrape her collarbone.
You lick your dry lips, hands curling into fists on your lap.
This is so unfair, so unfair!
You shuffle forward, yearning to get nearer; eyes watching the two women as they begin to devour Wanda.
Jealousy pangs through you.
You swallow what moisture you have in your mouth and try to move forward again.
Only, this time, the leash prevents you from moving.
It strains, keeping you in your place.
The collar presses into your neck but you don’t stop.
You continue to lean forward, determined to be part of the fun happening in front of you.
The table drags loudly against the floor and you instantly freeze, eyes going wide.
Three pairs of eyes turn to look at you.
“She’s really being determined to be a fucking brat today, isn’t she?” Carol says. “I say we add to her punishment. See if she finally listens then.”
You cower back as Carol approaches, Wanda’s long sleeved shirt in her hands.
Behind her, Natasha pins Wanda down on the sofa and kisses her deeply.
“Now, now,” she says, stroking your cheek. “Less of that. You’re safe, remember. Check in with me.”
“Green…a little yellow, but it’s because I’m nervous.”
Carol smiles, leaning down to kiss you.
“I’m only going to blindfold you, my love. Is that okay?”
“Yes, it’s okay.” You pout up at her, “just please let me touch you. Please.”
“Poor thing,” Carol quickly kisses you again. “But it’s not me you should have begged to.”
“Wait -”
But Carol doesn’t let you finish your sentence; doesn’t let you finish your plea for pleasure.
She wraps Wanda’s sleeves around your face, tying them behind your head, cutting off your vision of Natasha kissing down Wanda’s stomach.
“No…”
You know you look ridiculous but it’s the least of your worries.
Instinct takes over and you go to grab at the offending material over your eyes but Carol’s catches your wrists before you can.
“Keep them on your thighs and do not move them. There. Some more rules for that pretty head to follow.” Carol says. “Think you can do that?”
“Um, I think so.”
“I want you to tell me what you’re not allowed to do. Now. Just so I know we’re on the same page, kitten.”
You open your mouth and Carol leans down to attack your neck.
You’re not expecting it, caught fully unaware and you let out a startled scream, body jerking back so suddenly that you tumble off your knees and onto your ass.
Again.
Carol lets you fall and you just know she’s smiling.
“Mean.”
“Mean?” Carol asks. “No, my sweet, sweet girl; this is mean.”
You’re stripped down to your underwear in record speed, despite how much of a fuss you put up.
“On your knees.”
Wanda is whimpering.
You want nothing more to see what Natasha is doing to her.
“How? I can’t see.”
Carol chuckles as Wanda lets out a soft, “Fuck.”
“Ever the fucking brat.”
One spanked - and slightly redder - ass cheek later, you’re back in your original position with your hands clenched into fists on top of your thighs.
“Now, what is it you’re not allowed to do, kitten?” she asks.
“Well I’m not allowed to see for one thing…”
A hand slithers around your throat and gives you a warning squeeze.
“With less attitude, darling girl.”
Hearing Natasha’s voice so close causes you to gasp.
When did they switch?!
“I’m…not allowed to touch myself…to whine or to move…”
“Annnnd…” Natasha encourages, finger circling your nipple into a hardened point.
“Please, Captain, please!” Wanda groans from the sofa.
You shuffle uncomfortably on the floor.
“I’m not allowed to watch.” You say. “Or move my hands.”
“Good girl, following my orders so well.” A kiss is pressed to your cheek. “Stay put now, yes? Daddy and Captain want to enjoy their bunny without the disruptions.”
Without waiting for a reply, Natasha leaves you.
It doesn’t take long for Wanda to become more vocal.
Every whimper, every moan is heightened and your body reacts when you hear them.
“Bend your legs for me, bunny.” Carol says as you let out a shaky breath. “Let captain see that gorgeous pussy of yours.”
God, you’re going to ruin your knickers.
“Fuck, she’s so wet. It’s dribbling down her thighs.” Carol continues. “Can captain eat your cunt? Make you feel good until you’re cumming on my tongue?”
Your nails are digging into your palms.
Wanda lets out a loud moan and you almost do too.
“Yes, captain, please!”
“I just wanna see, please, let me watch.” You beg.
It goes ignored.
You’re so jealous.
Natasha and Carol continue their feast.
Blissfully.
They don’t stop until Wanda is a sobbing mess.
Until she’s moaning and writhing just for them.
It should be for you.
You should be making her feel this good.
While Natasha and Carol watch.
It’s not fair.
By Wanda’s first orgasm, you’ve lost track of how long you’ve been on your knees.
When Wanda cums again, the pins and needles in your legs have set in.
After her third orgasm, you’re a panting mess; and this is when you’re finally given reprieve.
The makeshift blindfold is carefully removed from you and it takes a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the lights in the room.
It’s Wanda who crouches in front of you, helping you switch positions so your legs can stretch.
She smiles lovingly at you, sweat glistening on her forehead.
The smell of sex fills your nose.
Your mouth waters.
“Have you learnt your lesson, love?” she asks and you all but jump to reply.
“Yes! Yes, mommy I have! I’m so sorry for calling you a brat and spanking your ass!”
Carol and Natasha appear at your sides.
They’re in varied stages of undress: Wanda completely bare, Natasha has nothing but her bra on while Carol has the pair of boxers she wears when wearing your current favourite strap.
“Will you do it again?”
Maybe.
“No. I won’t.”
Wanda cups your face with her hands and kisses you.
She pulls back and your lips are left still puckered.
“I know you’re fibbing but I’ll let it slide.” Wanda says. “Staying knelt like that. Are you all needy, baby? Is your pussy soaking wet for us?”
“Mhmm, it is mommy.” You’re pouting again.
“You look good enough to eat, detka.”
“Then eat me…”
The three women laugh and it makes you smile.
“I’m not sure…should we drag your punishment out, baby girl?” Wanda asks. “Make sure you really learnt your lesson?”
“No!” You look at each one of them frantically. “Please, don’t!”
“Then get your cute ass up those stairs, sweetheart.” Natasha orders.
“Race you.” Wanda winks.
The woman jumps to her feet and lets out a startled gasp when Carol drags her back to the floor.
“Go, baby, go!” The blonde shouts, wrestling to keep Wanda down.
Natasha helps you up and gives you a shove.
“Go on! Carol won’t be able to hold her forever!”
Grinning, you dart past the two forms wriggling on the floor and charge up the stairs, letting out a frantic laugh when you hear footsteps start to follow you.
You’re the first to the bedroom and when Carol finally makes it there too, four bodies collide and fall onto the bed in a heap.
You don’t resurface until the following day.
Your new game, for now, is completely forgotten.
Hope you enjoyed!! Go and take a cold shower, that’s an order😏
Also thank you to Maxy for helping with the gifs! *mwah*
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On morrissey, he doesn’t hate bowie or bolan? They’re both big influences on him and his catty moments in relation to them are more or less…run of the mill musician cattiness. The robert smith thing is also pretty over exaggerated and neither of them care now. His politics (though not always agreeable) are far from fascist and I think it cheapens fascism to call his views fascist. regardless of if you like him or not, he is anti establishment, vegetarian, anti police, anti monarchy, pro lgbt (queer himself), so on so forth. He has definitely made racially insensitive comments but a lot of them are more…out of touch? The accusations of racism with morrissey first stem from NME and homophobia (i can send sources on things if you’d want them lol I’m not just saying this stuff to take the piss or defend his honor or something I know it sounds bizarre) He definitely deserves criticism pls don’t get me wrong but I think the amount of hate he gets is disproportionate when musicians like siouxsie, nick “conservative with a small c” cave, peter murphy, or even bowie have said/done just as bad or worse but generally don’t get the same treatment. He is a dick though. For the record. /nm
Hey! Sorry if I offended you or anything, I didn’t mean to. I’m not actually that big of a Smiths fan, I love their music but I don’t know loads about them. You sound much more knowledgeable than me on the Smiths so I trust your facts.
I do agree. Moz was just trying to be catty like all the rest of the musicians of the time. I also completely agree with you the whole moz/Robbie argument is crazy and has been completely overdone. I only mentioned Robbie because I didn’t think that they particularly liked each other.
Though I read in an article that although he previously didn’t vote for any party in elections is now showing support for a new far right (and have been described as fascist) party, I believe the party is called for Britain. Even Nigel farage said that the party was made up of ‘Nazis and fascists’.
However, I completely agree. I’ve read about Morrissey and his contribution to the lgbtqia+ community. I believe that that’s amazing and I’m glad that he’s using his fame to push for something so important. Didn’t he also describe himself as human sexual? He’s definitely done some great stuff but in my opinion he’s also said some extremely horrible things.
Possibly? But (I might be wrong) but from what I’ve read/watched he’s very intelligent, or at least comes across that way. I feel that because he’s intelligent he should be aware of what he’s saying.
I’d be interested in seeing some sources. Not because I don’t trust you but more because I find Morrissey is an extremely interesting person and I like looking at the good and the bad aspects of him.
What’s your opinion on the racist/anti-Semitic/anti immigrant things he’s said? I know that you said that the racist comments were out of touch but what about the comparison that he drew about animals and their slaughter to the holocaust. He said that ‘there was no difference’ between the holocaust and what happens in McDonald’s everyday, he also said that the holocaust was ‘nothing compared to what happens in McDonald’s’ I feel this is extremely insensitive, his choice of words is very poor here. He also said that the Chinese are ‘a sub species’. He’s also stated that he feels England should be very exclusive of who they let in, he complained that when he was in England he ‘couldn’t tell where he was’.
Also I find his multiple comments about rape absolutely revolting. He said that about the Harvey Weinstein victims that they ‘went along with it, they now feel embarrassed or disliked’ this feels extremely insensitive, I mean he makes these women sound like they enjoyed being raped and groomed by a man that was way older than them.
I absolutely agree. Morrissey is just as bad as the other musicians. However, I find that moz does it in a way that is desperate to get attention. I mean yeah Nick Cave maybe isn’t progressive but in my opinion (this goes for Morrissey as well) he’s just behind the times. Also Nick said that he’s ‘temporarily’ a conservative, he also hasn’t praised trump or liked far right leaning politicians. Also Nick cave is a pretty big trans rights defender, he said recently “I also have another impulse, which I hope is more common, and that is to treat everyone with equal love and respect, regardless of their race, gender, sexuality, religion or anything else. I essentially see the world as a collection of individuals, each unique in their brokenness, who have at their core a common and binding sameness of spirit.
although I am slightly uncertain as to where I am supposed to stand on such things, or rather _why_ I am supposed to stand anywhere, I will say this – I love my trans fans fully and wish them the best, as I love all my fans and wish them the best. I feel toward them that same duty of care that I feel toward all those who exist within my sphere.”
Lol, yeah he is. I’m truly sorry if offended you, I really didn’t mean too. I don’t know loads about the band and I don’t really look into Morrissey, plus he’s not my favorite band member. I hope you have a good day and you listen to plenty of the smith lol <33
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What’s an instant sexual red flag for you in men? I miss the sex talks on here
girl i miss them too!! and i have a few but my main ones are probably these four.
1) men who do not kiss after head.
it might seem trivial, and lord knows when i tweeted about it i got an influx of hate from salty men 😭 but i wouldn’t fuck someone who wouldn’t kiss after head. a) cah i’m nasty and…let’s jus say kissing after head is nothing to me, sooo if they can’t do that then they won’t do anything else i want within that sort of realm. b) it usually is indicative of someone who’s immature and sometimes it’s actually a really tiny little glimpse at some misogyny going on there. not to mention, someone who doesn’t kiss after head also screams someone who views their sexual partner as an object. it’s an instant no for me!
2) men who are too excited to play around with certain kinks, especially cnc.
im not here to debate cnc with yous [unless yous want a civil convo about it cah then it’s fine] but in general if a man is TOO into kinks that are somewhat aggressive and violent - i get a little suspicious. im all for breath play, i love it and rarely have sex without it coming up in some way but if a man is too into choking me and a) can’t do it properly and b) doesn’t read the situation well i jus don’t think it bodes well. cnc is a whole different thing but if a man is overly enthusiastic or it’s HIS idea and fantasy… it’s an instant no. run for the hills.
3) doms who find inexperienced women to use for their own sexual gain
self-explanatory tbh! dominant men who seek a dom/sub dynamic with sexually inexperienced women they can exploit and manipulate - often trying to bend them into becoming the perfect sex toy. it’s disturbing and disgusting. so as a reminder, i don’t care how into reading about certain kinks or even watching porn you are, if you’re sexually inexperienced to begin with + not experienced within kinks, you don’t ACTUALLY know if you’re into something. yes you’re into it in theory, but in practice it’s sooo different. that doesn’t mean don’t experiment, it just means don’t race out of the gate to do the freakiest shit ever. don’t run before you can crawl!!! especially cah these men WILL take that and run with it.
4) men who very clearly have no clue what bdsm is about
there is literally an epidemic of men who aren’t actually engrained in the bdsm community at all or haven’t even researched into bdsm before they start making their cringy tiktoks and having sex with dynamics they don’t understand or know how to be involved with. if they did, they’d realise that consent is NUMBER ONE - and that means informed consent. not to mention, they’d also know that the real power does lie with the sub. i don’t want someone who doesn’t know how to practice bdsm safely!!!!! an unwillingness to learn tells me everything i need to learn - they’re willing to play with fire but the fire can’t burn them, jus me, and that’s not fine by me.
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Headcanon : Control feat Floch Forster
"Well since some writers claim that Floch would be rough in bed then how about smut Floch with a fem soft s/o, she’s not exactly a tease person, she’s just incredibly shy, needy and sensitive who gets embarrassed easily. I’m really curious if Floch would be rough or gentle with her if his s/o is soft and shy but when she’s naked, she gets embarrassed and cover herself"
Author note : Gotta admit I’m a little bit curious too, I mean the big boi got a huge switch energy. Like I can’t totally picture him being a 100%DOM or a 100%SUB maybe it’s just me but I feel like he is a switch a big one. I wrote a headcanon + a tiny scenario.
As usual I apologize for taking so long I hope you’ll enjoy it ♡
Also I don’t know what to do with my life anymore lol was it nasty enough ? Was it good ? I need to write more caliente headcanon I’m still insecure about it lol
Warning : NSFW / SMUT / Mention of spoil from season 4
SMUT : mention of spanking, mention of spitting, mention of rough sex, a little bit of hair pulling nothing bad
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Sex with Floch is difficult, there’s nothing wrong with neither of you.
Since his return with Shinganshima, he kinda lost a part of him. He was never the tender one but this event surely broke what was left of his kindness.
It doesn’t mean he would act violently toward you, but he became easily frustrated and not in the good way. Meaning sometimes he will get angry easily, he tends to be violent each time someone doesn’t agree with him. He became a monster but he hasn't known that yet.
Now, he was really in love with you and knowing your personality he couldn’t really be too rough on you.
A part of him really enjoy being rough on you, knowing he was corruption you a little bit more each time he was thrusting into you. It fascinated him the way you would bend at each of his command, opening your mouth when it told you so, screaming begging when he gave you an order. Instead of being rough for the thrill of it, he was rough on you because he loves seeing you getting all red from pleasure not being able to talk because he was fucking you dumb.
Since back in Shinganshima he couldn’t control anything, he would be in control now especially in his sex life and since you were just co compliant with him. He couldn’t just leave this opportunity.
The fact that you were so shy around him even though you’ve been naked in front of him a lot of times never felt to tease him to be a little more rougher on you. Your personality just triggers his « dark instinct »
Now, we must not forget that in the beginning Floch was and would remain a switch, which mean sometimes he needs to feel you taking care of him. To put it simple Shinganshima broke him, and since no one tries to bring him back, he works on his own to not just fall apart.
Some times he needs comfort, some times he needs to be in control. Especially for sex, during a period, when he felt especially « weak » or at least fragile, he would put extra roughness on you meaning he’ll tend to bend you over a desk or anything for that matter as long as he can bend you over, moving your ass up spreading your legs widely so he could get a nice view of your ass and leg.
He might even went as far as to took a bunch of your hair and pull it so you would scream at the pain, and while your mouth would be widely open he won’t hesitate and spit into your mouth.
He also tends to put extra slapping at your ass just because he feels like it
You’re lucky that he is hitting all the good spot, cause the man is too lost on his own pleasure to even notice that well he is particularly rough. But don’t worry, you two got safe word just in case he is too lost on his feeling.
Or, when he feels cocky or just because he is tired from his works. Floch would just lay down on his bed, hands behind his head as you’re looking at him expecting to be taken by him. Then he will just narrow one of his brown eye and say « what ? You’re expecting me to take care of you ? Naah it’s not how it’s work (scuse me sir aren’t you the one who broke me last night ???) you want me y/n then take that cock cause I won’t put a single finger for you ».
But when he feels lonely or sad, or just because you feel like you needed to put him at his place. Spank him, edge him, overstimulate him, make him beg for release and that fucker would even cum harder than usual (little bastard). There’s one thing he might be against, it’s pegging, like a finger or a two why not but a whole toy in his butt ? You’ll need to be a little more convincing for this one (read : fuck him dumbs until he can’t even remember his name and he won’t even whine)
But to do that you’ll need to be extra confident with that, cause even though he is a switch don’t forget that he is most and foremost a jerk, so basically he won’t let you have his way with you easily especially if you tend to be super shy.
If you think that fucker won’t tease the hell out of you for being cocky ? You don’t know Floch.
« Well well what do we have here ??? And here I thought you were innocent Y/N »
« S-Shut up Floch »
« Make me. »
Damn brat *cough cough*
Anyway, if during foreplay or even in the « it » of the moment you felt insecure or sad, use your safe word, Floch isn’t really good at reading people and he might think you were acting extra shy as usual while in fact you were feeling bad over something. Then proceed to explain to him what’s wrong.
He is the stupid worshipper. Always like « Huh ? You think you’re ugly ? Are you stupid ? Of course you’re hot look at you ? I thought you were smarter than y/n » damn buddy it hurts coming from you. Also the dirty worshipper.
« Such a nasty hole you are y/n look at it all clutching around nothing waiting for me to fill it entirely. Fuck you’re wonderful y/n »
« Mamama look at those legs they were made to be wrapped around my hips »
« Damn it y/n you sure know how to suck a cock »
« Look at you taking my cock so well, I swear your swallow me without a blink of an eye what a good slut you are y/n »
Yeah that’s his praise
I’m sorry
He’s doing his best
So yeah he might be a switch if you’re too shy to dom him, well all he has to do his to take the leas right ?
Now if we’re focusing about your first time not just with him, like if you’re a virgin that would be another story.
A part of him want to be extra rough on you like he will corrupt you, you know ? Not really a kink of him but the thought of it got his dick hard as rock so safe to say that he is not against the idea of fucking you dumb.
But as the thought was starting to drive him crazy he realized that for a first time, knowing your personality being quite shy and embarrassed easily he might not be the best idea to just jump into you. Maybe taking your time together would be for the best, so both of you would learn about each other’s body, sweet spot, what to do or not do.
He won’t be too vanilla because that’s not how he is especially now that he joined the yeagarist, in fact his return from Shinganshima changed him into a cold man, mentally instable but somehow strong when it came to follow his belief, but still as I stated before he always needed control but also need a way to get out of his nightmare. So being rough with you in bed sound like a perfect way to escape his reality, of course it’s not healthier way but it’s work so he won’t complain.
Now that being said, even if it won’t be your first time together I can’t see him forcing you into things that make you uncomfortable. He is a dick, but he cares about you. He might try to convince you to at least give it a shot, especially if he felt that the reason that you’re refusing it’s just you being shy (even if he told in his own way that there no need to be shy round him). But he felt that something scares you, he won’t force you and won’t even bring it again.
I don’t feel like he is into gun play/ arm play for that matter, not into blood play either. He is surrounded by blood and weapons all the time, sex with you is supposed to be a safe place where he can escape his old demons so no gun for the baby.
In conclusion, the fact that you are shy angel won’t stop him for being you so it’s up to you to tell him what’s good for you or not.
I know for a shy person it’s difficult to talk about the sensitive subject but remember that communication is a key, he might be a dick and sometimes you’d feel like you can’t talk to him like he is an ass (he is but hey you love him) like he didn’t care about your opinion but that’s not true, you are important and probably the only thing that matter to him (aside from saving paradise but you includes so) so don’t be afraid.
Tiny scenario because it took me forever to post it as a compensation :
« Fuck yeah you feel amazing y/n »
For some reason today Floch was particularly generous with you, not that usually he is not. But today he felt like spoiling you. At first it started with multiple hot make-out session everytime you two were alone. Pushing you against the near wall or holding you against his firm chest, it’s like his lips couldn’t leave yours for like one minute. One of his hand was behind your neck keeping your head firmly against him as the other left for your ass to grab it. Your body was caught between his body and the wall, so all you could do was putting your arm around his neck and just enjoy his warmth as he was greedily kissing you. After all, you hadn’t got the chance to see your boyfriend for a while, to be exact after your mission in Mahr and the capture of Eren you barely caught a moment together to share a kiss. He claimed that there was nothing against you and that he was just very busy since the situation between Mahr and Paradis was still tight.
So, his little greediness was welcomed, you couldn’t help but starting to feel touch starved. You were missing him to the point that you started to wear some of his coat just to be able to catch some of his warmth. Of course you didn’t say anything about it, knowing your boyfriend you wouldn’t see the end of it. After kissing you for like the tenth time, Floch finally moved a little to be able to see you from your entirety. Lips swollen slightly open as you were taking your breath since he barley left you time to take a breath, hair a little messy for the way he was grabbing it firmly, cheeks all pink (probably because you were both embarrassed and turned on by his action). It was definitely a view that was worth it. Since his return from Mahr, Floch hasn't had time much to his dismay to mange some quality time with you, hell he couldn’t even remember the last you two has gone on a date together. Knowing the situation, and what was about to happen with the yeagarist he won’t be able to take you on a date before a long time. So he felt like he needed to take every occasion to have his way with you, kissing you, stroking your body, feeling you against him cause who knows when he’ll be able to have you close to him again ? He was starting to feel angry and eager;
Alongside, let’s be honest the yeagarist didn’t do anything to help him. All the time, he could hear them whining about some soldier who apparently wasn’t on their side, or about the fact that yeah some of them have spent a couple of days in jail. They were starting to get on his nerve, most of them were just spoiled brat who never went into hell and here they have the guts to complain about their condition ? What a shame. He started to feel his shoulder getting heavy. His muscles too were sore, his patience was slowly disappearing worst, he started to have nightmares again. It all started because he wasn’t with you, because he barely spent time with you. He needed you. He needed you right now.
« Floch a-are you okay ? Y-You keep staring at me »
« Do I ? Sorry you just looked amazing all fucked up because of him »
« I-I’m not fucked up »
« Yet. »
A race and a couple of clothes on the floor later, here you were bending over his bed. Face down with a hand firmly against your neck, ass up all good for Floch as he was grinding against you as if it would be the last time that you two would have sex. You were used to Floch being rough against you and to be honest you didn’t mind it since he was hitting all the good spot, and the way he is grunting each time you were clutching against him was music to his hear. Also the dirty talk didn’t help. But today was different, for some reason the foreplay lasts longer than usual, you noticed that Floch took extra time kissing each inch of your body, stroking everything that he might forget. He also ate you out longer than usual putting extra time to make you cum multiple time before he could even put the head of his dick in you. You didn’t mind though, it was good to be spoiled by Floch without even begging for it.
« I could spend my life between your leg y/n but now it’s time for the real fun, come on I want you on four for me. Spread those gorgeous legs of yours for me cause I can’t spend any minute without being in you »
As he was thrusting into you senseless, you felt that he was slowing down but still keeping a firm rhythm against you. Then you felt your body moving, so you could be face to him, he moved his own body too bringing your ankle around his head as your legs were now on his shoulder. The light coming from the windows highlight his toned chest and his arm muscles, his hair were a mess from all the time he put them in place. Even after getting intimate with him multiple times, getting naked in front of him was still something that embarrassed you. He knew that. So it was no surprise for you that you hear him chuckled at your state before slowing down putting your knee at your chest, so he could kiss you again for like the hundred time.
« You felt like heaven babe I’m not kidding I can die now it would be perfect. So tight and warm for me »
And then as if nothing happened, he roughly starts to thrust into you. Floch’s head was now in the crook of your neck as he was breathing heavily, your hand were now on his hair grabbing it each time he was hiding your sweet spot. His movement were kinda slow though as he was taking time to thrust deeply into you reaching whenever spot he was looking for, you swore you could feel his head on your stomach or maybe it was just you losing your mind. It didn’t help that you suddenly felt his hand between your leg touching you, stroking you, teasing you so you would approach your climax quicker than him. No doubt that Floch planned to either edge you or overstimulate you, knowing how he spoils you before, he might overstimulate you until you would be nothing but a mess.
How long would you last before loosing your mind ? That’s what Floch was about to know.
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Fast and Slow - Harry Styles smut
The one where your dom lent you to Harry and he’s very eager to have you.
Warnings: smut, oral sex (m), p in v, overstimulation, sex bench, sex fluids, cursing, bdsm, restraints, sharing kink?, Harry is a soft dom and calls you “little one” a lot.
A/N: Day 12 of kinktober and the prompts were being lent to another dom and “say my name + louder”. I’m actually really proud of this one because I managed to incorporate another prompt that I never thought I’d be able to use on my fics, so I guess this idea of doing kinktober to explore some kinks is really working for me. As always (for kinktober fics), unrevised because I literally just finished it and I’m already dead inside.
Harry’s P.O.V.
I did my best to close the door behind me making as little noise as possible. Still, I noticed by the way her muscles tensed up that she’d heard me approach, and the anticipation was visibly affecting her.
Clicking my tongue, I allowed myself this first moment to explore her naked body with my eyes as she remained knelt by the foot of the bed, her head lowered to avoid meeting my gaze. She’d followed my orders perfectly, as I’d come to expect by what her dom explained of her, and I could feel my cock already hardening on my pants, the only piece of clothing I still wore.
There was nothing I appreciated more than a good, obedient little girl. I already knew she’d be perfect for me. But I’d known that long before, the first time I laid my eyes on her, even. It was an immediate attraction, one that I couldn’t act on simply because she already belonged to someone else.
So when her dom announced that they were up to experiment with sharing, I was quick to jump on the opportunity to have her, at least for one night. “You really are beautiful, aren’t you?” I asked, running a single finger under her chin so I could raise her eyes to meet mine, and I lost my breath at that simple connection.
She just had this thing about her, such sensuality seemed to lie just beneath the surface of her gaze. I felt it deep in my bones every time we were out for drinks and I had the hardest time trying to keep my hands to myself, trying to remember that she was with my friend.
And as much as the outings proved difficult to me, I couldn’t find it in myself to care. Not when my friendship with her dom meant that I got to see her at least once a week. Not when it allowed me the chance of being here with her, in this situation.
Well, first things first, I knew we had communicated pretty extensively prior to this session, but I felt like I should run over the most basic rule once more. Even though all I wanted to do was to jam my cock in her pretty little throat.
“What’s your safe word?” I asked, still holding her jaw so she’d look me in the eyes and see just how seriously I actually took this. I thought I saw the shadow of a smile pass over her face, but it was gone as quickly as it came, and she was back to the picture perfect submissive front.
“Red for stopping, yellow for slowing down and three taps when I need to stop and can’t speak.” I did smile at her answer, satisfied at how thorough she’d been. It was clear too, by the way she ran over her words and the glint in her eye, that she was just as eager as I was to get this started.
I wouldn’t keep her waiting much longer. We did have only one night, after all. “Good job, little one.” I acknowledged as I straightened up, keeping my crotch on her eye level before nodding to her. “Take me off my trousers.”
Her hands trembled slightly as she worked on my belt before going for the zipper, but it was clear by the way she bit on her lower lip that it was from excitement. I licked my lips at the prospect of the night that we had ahead of us, knowing she was right in getting anxious for it. I had a lot planned for us.
I watched with clear amusement as her breath bitched at the sight of my cock, almost hard already, and it was obvious that she was entranced by it. “Go ahead,” I signaled, once again nodding towards her. “Lick it. Give it a taste.”
She looked up at me with those bright, wide eyes and I had to bite on my inner cheek to contain a groan of desire that threatened to make its way into our one-person conversation. But then, she stuck out her tongue, running it over the length of my member and I was a goner, a loud moan escaping my lips.
I’d always been a vocal person in bed.
“Okay, stop. Hands behind your back. Open your mouth for me.” Her mouth fell open to obey my request easily, her tongue sticking out once more like she couldn’t get enough of my taste already. It was hard to keep the smile off my face, and I could see that she appreciated the sight of my dimples as she couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
Once, she’d been wine drunk in one of our friendly outings, and she admitted she thought they were extremely cute. I’d started to smile even more around her after that, always keeping an attentive eye to watch her fascination with my dimples whenever they appeared.
“‘M gonna fuck your face now, okay, love?” She nodded, mouth still open, eyes connected to mine. I had to chuckle at the pure image of compliant enthusiasm that she portrayed. I, too, couldn’t wait to have her mouth wrapped around my cock.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
His hand curled around my nape and he pulled me to meet his member by it, the other one coming to cradle my cheek as he slowly penetrated my open mouth. The hiss he let out as he fed me inch by inch of his beautiful cock was like music to my ears.
God, he was beautiful. I couldn’t believe he actually wanted to dom me and now here I was, with his cock halfway down my throat. I felt so unbelievably lucky, and even more incredibly horny. How could it be that he didn’t have a sub anymore? I would drop to my knees instantly, any time he asked me to.
I knew I should feel bad about thinking like that when it was only a loan - I was with another dom, I wouldn’t be with Harry again after tonight. But I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t how I felt.
Specially when he threw his head back after I managed to swallow his entire length, his curls bouncing from the action and the sweetest little moans escaping from his beautiful pink lips. God, he was beautiful.
“Fuck, you’re precious,” he complimented, suddenly looking down at me with those incredible green eyes. A shiver ran down my spine at the connection, and the most predatory smirk painted his lips, making me whine around the cock on my lips. “Ready?” He asked, running his thumb over my cheekbones, his hands making my already hot face feel even warmer. When I managed to slightly nod, he did too, immediately pulling almost completely out of my mouth before thrusting back in.
The instinctive reaction to gag was undeniable, but despite the tears that immediately appeared on my eyes, I forced myself to breathe deeply through my nose and focus on the symphony that Harry was creating, with his moans and gasps and the wet sounds of gurgling and spit from his thrusts.
“You’re a little cockslut, aren’t you, sweetheart? So eager to please, I could see it in your eyes just how much you wanted my cock, huh?” I moaned around his member at the dirty words he so effortlessly threw around. I’d never thought Harry would be this vocal during sex, but god if it didn’t make me horny. In fact, I was so fucking wet that it was dripping down onto the floor of his bedroom, running down my thighs and ankles.
It was so damn filthy, and I loved every second of it. He pulled me by my hair so I could lick his balls while I gathered my breath, and I immediately put one in my mouth, rolling it before doing the same with the other. By the way he whined, I could see he loved it.
“Come back here, I wanna cum down your throat.” The prospect was one that I very much ached for, since my pussy was throbbing at the perspective. I didn’t even feel any hurt from the way he forcefully thrusted into my mouth before he started to roughly facefuck me, I was just too ecstatic about bringing him this much pleasure.
“I’m gonna cum, love. I’m cumming.” I loved that he kept the same nickname that he usually called me in social situations. It had always made me feel tingly, but when he was filling my mouth with his warm liquid, it was a different experience entirely.
Harry’s P.O.V.
It took a lot of strength and control not to fall down on my knees after cumming on her lips. She made me weak, it was ridiculous and dangerous but I was already addicted to the feeling.
I took some minutes to catch my breath before offering my hand to help her up, and when she accepted it, I couldn’t help but to trail my eyes down her body, appreciating each inch of skin available for my gaze to explore. But there was another way in which I wanted to survey her body.
“Come here, little one.” I took her to the edge of the room where I’d prepared the sex bench, observing her reactions to see how she would take it. She didn’t look like she recognized it, but she also didn’t seem repelled by it, which I took as a win.
“I take it you haven’t used this before.” She nodded, glancing at me before averting her eyes. “You can look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.” The look of surprise she gave me left me with an unpleasant feeling. I knew it was common in bdsm, especially with more stricter doms, to train their subs so that they’re always visibly submissive. But the idea of someone missing the chance of having her beautiful eyes on them left me in despair. It left me feeling like she wasn’t properly appreciated, and that didn’t sit well with me at all.
“Are you comfortable with exploring this with me?” When she immediately nodded, an easy smile appeared on my lips, and I allowed her to see it flourish. “Then hop on it, sweetheart. I can’t wait to see you spread open for my viewing pleasure.”
She bit her lip at my admission, and I helped her settle on the bench before strapping the restraints over her ankles and arms. Then, after a quick caress of her cheek, I assumed my position behind her, biting my own lip at the sight that welcomed me.
Her wetness was already dripping over her pussy lips, and I instinctively raised my hand to open her for me, checking her weeping hole before quickly plunging two fingers inside of her, making her gasp.
“You’re drenched, love.” She agreed with me, albeit a little breathlessly, and I chuckled before wrapping my lips around the two fingers that had been inside of her, tasting her wetness. She was so sweet, it tasted heavenly in my mouth.
Humming in appreciation, I collected some more of her juices before sticking my fingers inside of her again, this time in search of her sweet spot. When I heard her gasp again, I knew I’d reached my goal.
“Does it feel good when I touch you like this?” I asked, thrusting my fingers in and out of her, making sure to hit that special spongy place every time my digits were deep within her pussy.
Y/N’s P.O.V.
I cried out at the feeling of Harry’s fingers inside of me, after spending so long with this burning arousal inside of me, taking care of him without being touched. He fucked me so furiously, it barely seemed like he retreated his fingers at all, and soon enough, I was cumming with his digits pressing inside that spot that had my eyes rolling to the back of my head, my legs spasming as I felt the urge to close them, stop him from continuing to stimulate me, but I couldn’t. Not when I was tied to this bench, vulnerable to whatever wish he wanted to express with my body.
I finally understood the reason for the chair.
When he didn’t stop thrusting his fingers in and out of me, another orgasm quickly rolled in, making me spasm against the leather seat, begging him for something - to keep fucking me or to stop, I couldn’t say.
Still, it seemed like he knew just what I wanted to say, or at the very least, what I needed in that moment, because even though he didn’t remove his fingers - or even stopped moving whatsoever - he drastically slowed down the movement, opting to insert them in me at a snail’s pace.
“You like it here, don’t you?” He asked, clearly laughing at my agony, and if I could, I would have laughed too. “You know, I like having you here, like this, too. It’s been so long since I had a sub, I didn’t remember how much I missed it until I saw you knelt down by my bed.”
I was trying very hard to focus on what he was saying, but it was getting harder by the second, since despite the brutality of the last two orgasms he collected from me, the calm pace with which he kept on fucking me with my fingers was very quickly reigniting the fire of desire within me.
“Of course, it could just be you. You know, I had no idea you were into this kind of thing, when we met. If I’d known…” He didn’t continue, but I understood what he wanted to say nonetheless. If we’d known about this aspect of our personalities, perhaps I’d be his sub now.
The idea of being Harry’s, of having this every single day paired with the feeling of his digits still pressing against my sweet spot incited another release from me, and now I could hear just how wet I’d become.
“Feeling a tad overstimulated, love?” He teased, finally pulling his fingers from me and granting me some relief. I heard a sucking sound that brought shivers down my spine at the realisation that he had sucked my wetness from his digits, but before I could focus too much on that, I felt the blunt head of his cock against my hole, just slightly rubbing it in.
“Think you can handle just one more orgasm? Wanna feel you clench around my cock, sweetheart. Think you can do this for me?” I don’t think I’d ever nodded as quickly for anything in my entire life, but I felt plenty compensated for my enthusiasm when I felt him pushing inside of me, stretching me open to accept his long cock.
“Fuck,” he groaned when he finally bottomed out, the position I was in due to the sex bench assuring that he was perfectly nested against my sweet spot and I think the sensation was overwhelming for him too, by the way he inadvertently jerked his hips, hitting my g-spot after he was finally completely in.
I didn’t think I could feel better than I felt in that moment, impaled on his cock, but that was before he started thrusting in and out of me. The overstimulation had my nerves on fire, every single one of my cells screaming out for me, as I was too, and then his voice pierced through my senses, begging me to say his name, scream his name, until I did just so, exactly when I felt that warm pit of arousal explode inside of me.
“Louder,” he ordered, his fingers burying themselves on the flesh of my ass, and I couldn’t disobey him. All I knew was his name, all I could do was to scream it from the top of my lungs, desperate to release some of the astounding sensations I felt travel through me.
Harry moaned my name when he came, too. It was the first thing I remember focusing on when I stopped hearing the beat of my own heart on my ears, followed suit by the feeling of his warm cum dripping from my abused pussy lips and running down my legs.
He scooped some of it up, careful not to overwhelm me, before feeding it to me, and I was more than glad to wrap my lips around his fingers and suck them just how I’d done to his cock.
“You know…” He started after he’d released me and helped me put on a robe, and was now massaging some lotion on my wrists. He looked nervous, almost unsure of himself, and the idea made me curious. “Call me crazy all you want, we can pretend I never even asked it after you get out of here.”
He took a deep breath before continuing and I felt my heartbeat pick up as I realised what he could be about to ask. “Would you consider becoming mine? My sub, I mean? We can talk to…”
I interrupted him by throwing myself at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulder as I buried my face on his neck. “I’d love to, Harry.” He didn’t immediately react, but then, I felt him reciprocate my hug before feeling his warm hands rubbing over my back.
“I’d love to too, sweetheart.”
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Not only do I not regret asking you to "RELEASE THE RAMBLES!", I'm sending you requests for more. Below is a list of questions that I asked @bihansthot , and enjoyed their answers, but because you are so thorough, and answer in such depth, I'm re-asking them to you.
Brace yourself, it's a list. I didnt have time to sort thru them, I just copied and pasted, so if any are questions you already answered before, please feel free to include the links.
"LET US BEGIN!"
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In the spirit of potential future writing, I'm trying to find a building that would make a good substitution for Lin Kuei temple.
I've tried looking up ancient Chinese military barracks/forts, and have found some stuff, but is all exterior. Anyone know of any locations (or several I can cobble together) that would make good inspiration fodder?
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So, uhm, religion? What's the Lin Kuei's take on that one? I know they are aware of Gods, they team up with/ encounter Raiden all the time, and have literally worked for/against Shinook, so I know they recognize higher powers... but I guess the question is, do they care?
Do they have a religion, or spiritual practice that resembles religion? Or do they have a more practical approach "gods exist, but we just consider them very strong people"?
Which segues into... do they recognize and participate in holidays, or things like birthdays? Or are all their celebrations work related (I.E. successful missions or levels of combat mastery)?
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Food. What foods do they normally eat? What foods do they like? What foods don't they like? What foods do they absolutely love so much they'll stop what they're doing to get it?
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If you had to match the Lin Kuei with a dynasty, what one would it be? (I know the 2021 movie has the opening in the Ming dynasty, so the Lin Kuei is at least that old, but given that movie Bi Han hasn't aged in 400 years, and was taken is a child, its probably much older) (and also know the game probably cherry picked random Chinese things it liked).
What do you think the Lin Kuei's view on artistic culture (probably not the right word) is? I know they are heavily militaristic, but in the game, Kuai Liang offers Hanzo tea and he properly prepares it the Japanese way, that says they have something of an education other than just related to fighting?
Lastly, in the movie, everything Bi Han does is "for the Lin Kuei", but the Lin Kuei is on Earth (assumedly), and he is working for a guy who wants to enslave Earth, so what do you think the deal is?
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Question about the Cryomancers. I know the game lore says that they are supposed to be rare, but I also know that the Lin Kuei have had at least 5 (grandpa, papa, older, and younger Sub Zero, and Frost). 4 of which are part of 3 generations that inherited it even with mixed blood (I'm assuming Mama Sub Zero wasn't Cryomancer since they left her alone).
That's a lot of generations in a row for a rare trait... So do you think the Cryomancers as a group have figured out they're being hunted and have chosen to live in hiding?
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Lin Kuei society question? I like writing so I also like world building and I think about these things.
Is Lin Kuei society ever covered? I know there is a Grandmaster, a handful master assassins (Sub Zero's, Sektor, Cyrax, etc) and the movies always have a bunch canon fodder lesser assassins.
And they live in the very isolated Lin Kuei Palace/Temple in Arktika (or wherever it used to be)
But is Lin Kuei (we'll call it "village") ever covered? Do they have willing servants, kidnapped slaves, or a mix of both? Are there women (non fighter women, I know there's Frost) or do they employ strictly male help? If there are women, what's their role, and are there children born there? What about Elderly? What about resources, is everything (from food, clothes, weapons, and the raw materials to create them) grown or manufactured on sight by skilled laborers or do they import/interact with the outside world? How vicious or civil is this society, could you be killed for looking at Sektor wrong or do they value your services to a degree? What's the degree? This is obviously a combat culture, but is everyone expected to know martial arts of some variety, is it optional, or do they prohibit it among the servants/slaves? How strict are they on things like clothing, food, alcohol, drugs, "luxuries", or pleasures? Money? If they interact with the world do they recognize and use $$ currency, commodity currency, or a mixture? Internally are the Lin Kuei payed or just provided for? What about illness or injury, if you're not a master and it a serious injury/illness are you taken care of or do they just give you a quick death?
Etc. That's all the questions I can think of, but please feel free to answer questions I didn't ask, if you think of anything else.
Thank you for this wonderful list to talk about! I’m gonna split the answer into smaller parts, for better focusing on each aspect but also so I don’t feel bad for keeping you waiting for ages, lol. For now let’s focus on asks about the religion!
So good questions! I do think they have some spiritual practice(s) because in martial arts the state of a mind is as important as the physical body and religion is one of many ways to shape someone’s mindset from a young age. I do, however, think that Lin Kuei does not worship the gods. They are aware that the gods exist (with Raiden as the thorn in the side) and may even respect their supernatural powers and battle skills but it never has stopped Lin Kuei from desecrating holy places, murdering people and stealing stuff for the best price. So, it seems to me that whatever religion the members of the clan follow, by nature it is rooted in nontheism.
Of course, there is also a chance that Lin Kuei worships some forgotten deity or deities (as a remnant of their ancient connections with Outworld / realms conquered and destroyed by Shao Kahn?) or may even practice ancestor worship which seems like a good way to uphold a widely understood tradition that plays an important role in the discussed community.
The closest thing to religious practice was seen in Mortal Kombat X, when Sub-Zero and his warriors seemed to pray together before statue of god / deity / ancestor / legendary warrior / personalized thing they value the most (sadly, my knowledge about Asian religious practices or faiths is very limited so I don’t have idea if the statue is supposed to represent any real god/religious symbol).
At the same time, it could be just a bluff since Grandmaster was aware of Cage’s team infiltrating the Lin Kuei territory and used this moment to lure them into a trap. Additionally, Mortal Kombat X comics presented once Kuai Liang sitting before the same statue albeit in a completely different (devoid of reverence?) position.
Of course, if we take into account Mortal Kombat Armageddon, the game states that Lin Kuei Temple placed in Arctika was actually once the Temple of Delia (the great sorceress & wife of god Argus) that at some point get abandoned and re-used by Sub-Zero’s clan.
(In the background, we can see a statue of Delia that Lin Kuei does not worship but did not remove for whatever reason. Mixing both old and new games, we can only wonder if MKX!statue is also the remnant of someone else's faith/religion?)
Beside that, Kuai Liang was pretty vocal about Lin Kuei not worshipping the Elder Gods, what was seen in MK11’s intro dialogue with Cetrion
Sub-Zero: The Lin Kuei do not worship the Elder Gods.
Cetrion: We seek gratitude, not worship.
Sub-Zero: I see no distinction.
and personally did not have any reason to pray to the goddess:
Sub-Zero: Why should I pray to you?
Cetrion: Why does a bird flap its wings?
Sub-Zero: I asked a simple question.
In all fairness, in MK11 Kuai Liang seems the most passive-aggressive toward the Elder God while Frost is focused on her ambitions and Noob!Bi-Han just wants to be left alone when bothered by Cetrion. Similar thing happens toward Raiden. Despite gratitude for saving him, Kuai Liang does not spare the god criticism (can’t serve both Elder Gods and Earthrealm, isn’t fit for his role of protector) and in MKX outright says he does not fear divine beings:
Raiden: Sub-Zero...
Sub-Zero: I fear no gods, Raiden.
Raiden': That's why you shall lose.
Surprisingly, Kuai Liang’s interaction with MK11!Fujin sounds less accusing than with Raiden and Cetrion and it is connected closely to their ties with Bi-Han. And maybe Kuai Liang did seek in the past Fujin and other elements to make a peace with them, like he planned to do so in Mortal Kombat 4 Limited comics?
"I came here to make peace with the gods of the elements that you fought [...]"
Anyway, the accusingly behaviour toward Raiden and Cetrion could be just Kuai Liang’s personal dislike for gods and serious authority issues, which makes sense considering how much he suffered because of their meddling and conflicts.
But honestly?
The available examples of Lin Kuei attitude toward gods, demigods and supernatural beings suggest how little the warriors - especially cryomancers - care for them.
Like, we have Bi-Han in Mythologies, who asked Quan Chi about details of mission:
Sub-Zero: If it's so precious, why don't you get it yourself?
Quan Chi: I cannot enter the temple until the four elements within its walls have been defeated. And I am not on the best of terms with the gods of your realm... especially your god of thunder.
Sub-Zero: Tell me about these elements.
Quan Chi outright said he and earthrealm gods weren’t friends and Bi-Han, reading between the lines, could get the idea that he may end on bad terms with Thunder God. Yet he was interested only in elements (lesser gods than protector of realm?) guarding the temple.
Then Bi-Han beat down four demigods and met a displeased Raiden after Quan Chi got the Shinnok Amulet. His reaction? No fear, like meeting an angry god was a normal occurrence.
Rayden: Do you realize what you've done??
Sub-Zero: I was just earning my living.
Rayden: Your clan's ignorance and greed will cost this entire realm. You must now set things straight.
Sub-Zero: Quan Chi could simply be a lunatic sorcerer. I've never heard of an elder god named Shinnok or of a place called the Netherrealm.
Rayden: Well, you'd better start believing in both, because you're going to the Netherrealm and you're going to bring the amulet back. We must act quickly. I have no dominion in the Netherrealm... You are reality's only hope.
Sub-Zero: I'll do it, Thunder God... but only because I have no choice.
And once he came back from Netherrealm, where he was fixing what he messed up in the first place on Raiden’s order, his abrasive attitude did not change much:
Sub-Zero: Here... the amulet.
Rayden: Impressive, Sub-Zero. Perhaps you will reconcile your reckless past after all.
Sub-Zero: That's it? Not even a thank you?
Of course, to some degree Raiden’s words did have an impact on Bi-Han but even the god’s warning about his soul tainted with evil did not stop him from coming back to Lin Kuei. Bi-Han’s attitude and/or approach to gods seems to change somehow once he was reborn as Noob, but that is a different matter for different times.
Anyway, Mythologies!Bi-Han and MK11!Noob act less aggressive toward gods than Kuai Liang. But then we have Sub-Zero from from the MK novel by Jeff Rovin, who not only is not afraid of gods but outright insult them:
“Wait! Be warned, Shang Tsung. He is cursed!”
“Cursed? By whom?”
Ruthay wailed, “By the immortal Yu.”
Shang Tsung felt cold spiders crawl up his spine. “The demigod Yu?”
“Yes… he who is said to dwell in the underground caverns of Horse Ear Mountain… which is sacred to the goddess Kuan Lin. He who protects the canals… and the tunnels… and looks after all who use them, human and animal.”
“What did our brash friend do to Yu?”
“He… killed a man,” said Ruthay.
“What man?”
“A toll-taker… one who had given up a life of crime… one who had been a partner of the man… you… seek.”
“And how did that crime come to the attention of the spirit of Yu?” Shang Tsung asked.
“The man was killed… slowly disemboweled with a sword… while accomplices forced his wife and his son to look on! After his murder… the man’s remains… were dumped into a canal!”
Shang Tsung raised an eyebrow. “Is that all? I was expecting something truly terrible!”
“It was!” Ruthay shrieked. “When he disposed of the body… in that way … he profaned one of the sacred waterways… of Yu!”
Shang Tsung smiled now. “Then he is definitely the man I want,” he said. “Anyone who is impudent enough to insult a demigod won’t be afraid to attack a member of the White Lotus Society, or the gods who watch after them. I will send Hamachi, Ruthay. When he nears his goal, see through his eyes and guide him!”
Book!Sub-Zero was impudent enough to insult a demigod which is why he was one of Shang Tsung’s favorites. And to be clear - book!Sub-Zero did not regret insulting the demigod at all. Even more! He found humor in it!:
He dwelt in a cave two hundred feet up the face of a cliff by the sea. The mouth of his home was barely wide enough to accommodate a slender adult, and was accessible only by climbing the sheer wall of rock, a feat that was impossible for most adults and daunting even to the few arachnids and marsupials that tried it.
Maybe some of them were even sent by Yu, he thought with a smirk, little assassins who would chastise me for having spilled blood in his precious canal.
The less abrasive attitude toward gods was shown by Cyrax, who talked a bit with Raiden over Bi-Han’s remains. He wasn’t outright antagonistic but wasn’t overall respectful either. He talked with Thunder God like he would talk with any other human being that wasn’t actually Scorpion. Frankly, from the named Lin Kuei only MK9!Smoke actually addressed Raiden in respectful manner, with proper bow and the name of lord
albeit did he do so because he respects the divine beings or just out of gratitude for saving him, hard to tell for sure.
So yeah, it seems like no matter what kind of timeline or age or medium of the story, Lin Kuei does not fear gods nor pray to them. And the clan has a long history of dealing with Raiden, so the Lin Kuei had first-hand experiences with supernatural beings. Somehow, cryomancers are the most impudent warriors when it comes to dealing with or criticizing the gods.
Interestingly, as much as Lin Kuei warriors don’t care for gods, most of the known to us named characters believe to have - and to care - for their own souls. Sektor and MK11!Frost embraced the Cyber Lin Kuei idea but Kuai Liang, Cyrax and Smoke were opposed to C.I. project out for concern for their souls among other things. Even Bi-Han, to some degree became concerned about his soul after trip to Netherrealm.
Believing in souls is usually a sign of belief in the afterlife, albeit after all of them went through (the change into cyborgs, death and change into Revenants) this is less a matter of faith (religion) and more first-hand experiences. And let's not forget that regularly dealing over the centuries with Shang Tsung who steals people's souls on a daily basis makes it really hard to not believe spirits are real.
Also, an interesting matter of Lin Kuei practices that could have a religious/spiritual ground and/or be an example of ancestor worship is the clan’s funeral rites. I don’t think we actually saw any Lin Kuei to bury their own (especially after warrior’s failure?) and for sure MK9!Cyrax and Sektor did not bother to take care of Bi-Han’s remains. However the sources provide examples of Lin Kuei keeping corpses, most likely of their own leaders or warriors.
And so, we could see human remains:
put in two coffins on each side of statue
hidden / kept in a block of ice(?) in chamber of Fallen Lin Kuei in which Frost’s frozen body was also laid, but on the altar
Cyrax’s cyber body was kept and guarded by Sub-Zero (and this is like the only thing that Kuai Liang and Cyber Sektor so far agreed on)
and even Cyber Sektor’s remains, even if just for pragmatic reasons, are kept in what seems to be respectful manner:
It could be just Kuai Liang’s good nature to honor fallen of his clan (I’m still not sure if Lin Kuei Palace is the new place for Sub-Zero’s clan or the ancient hideout) but even in MK Conquest TV series, after Grandmaster was killed by then-currently-Sub-Zero, there was the farewell ceremony with clothes on display (cause there was not much left of body after freezing and shattering) while new leader gave the speech promising to punish the guilty.
Which makes me think that Lin Kuei did honor their fallen warriors (especially those exceptional, deserving). Such custom and apparently common belief in soul could also support the ancestor worship - both as some ancient, mythical ancestor(s) connecting warriors into one clan (family) and tradition to follow in the footsteps of forefathers (Bi-Han taking place of his father [old timeline] or grandfather [current timeline] or Kuai Liang taking Bi-Han’s place as Sub-Zero).
My general conclusion about Lin Kuei is that its members believe in souls, have respect and use of spiritual matters (meditation?) and maybe ancestor worship. Whatever the religious / spiritual practices they have over the centuries, it is not something they will share, as the Lin Kuei by nature are secretive people who keep personal things mostly for themselves. The people that joined the clan (Cyrax and Smoke) maybe kept their old, eventual religious beliefs but overall, Lin Kuei warriors did not fear, care for nor pray to gods. They may respect god (Raiden, Fujin) as a person but not because of their divine nature. And even that would not stop them from criticizing said god. Which is pretty much how Kuai Liang and Raiden’s relationship looks like. Grandmaster is grateful to Thunder God for saving him but he won’t blindly follow his authority.
(Kuai Liang has serious authority issues, hasn't he?)
As for holidays, I can’t really see Lin Kuei to follow any specific religious (theistic) special day cause they don’t care much for gods in the first place. Unless they worked undercover and needed to act as normal human beings, religious holidays would mean nothing to them. The warriors may however celebrate their mission success, combat mastery or promotion between themselves or in secret, I think. Like, Lin Kuei did forbid friendship because it was considered warrior’s flaw yet we know some members either were blood-related (Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, previous Sub-Zero - father or grandfather, depending on which timeline is correct) or considered each other a family (Kuai Liang and Tomas Vrbada) and most named characters worked in duos so they have both opportunity and knowledge about each other to celebrate important matters. If they managed to remember anything from previous life, that is. Because from ancient to at least Great Kung Lao’s times most(?) adepts were kidnapped from biological families at a really young age (something around 6 years old). And Mythologies: Sub-Zero takes that even further:
Its warriors are chosen at birth to be raised apart from the workings of day to day civilization and are stripped of their former lives. Only the clan knows their existence. Each of them posses certain skills and abilities that set them apart from normal men. These abilities are passed on from generation to generation and honed throughout the experiences of life.
So, celebrating birthdays doesn’t sound like happening much, unless those with family around could allow themselves such luxury. The clan may however celebrate the day of becoming a fully trained and sworn warrior? Or the fallen warriors? Who knows.
Also, something worth thinking about: in Mortal Kombat Conquest TV series, when the Grandmaster presented newly appointed Sub-Zero to the rest of the clan, he “celebrated” the cryomancer's first official performance as the execution of two men who failed their mission. So, yeah, celebration of something special in (old) Lin Kuei does not necessarily mean anything nice.
(The next part of answer most likely will be focused either on food or architecture / origin of Lin Kuei. Let's hope I will get it written sooner than later)
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RELIGION <> ORIGINS / ARCHITECTURE <> FOOD <> FOR THE LIN KUEI <> ART <> CRYOMANCERS <> LIN KUEI SOCIETY <> MONEY & MATERIAL GOODS
#mortal kombat#my replies#sub zero#bi han#kuai liang#lin kuei#cyrax#long text#smoke#tomas vrbada#cetrion#raiden#lin kuei does not care for gods but may respect spiritual matters#mortal kombat mythologies#mortal kombat 11#mortal kombat x#mortal kombat 9#mortal kombat armageddon#thanks godness for all those people who share their walkthrough plays so i can get the needed details#cryomancers have a serious authority issues don't ya think?#there may be more with older sources but frankly i don#i don't* play much games and focus on the few plus comics and books lol#is smoke... like the only one lin kuei that showed raiden the proper respect? LOL
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Okay so its been long enough that i ranted and watched elite that idc for it anymore lmao. The shitty writing pissed me off, i ranted about it, and was ready to move on. But something that alarmed me happened today. Like seeing first hand the real life negative effect the messages of the series sent to people.
Its about Patrick’s character. Now i have a lot of issues with him, including the lowkey racist vibes he had towards Omar all season that were never addressed. But more than that, this is about consent. Since ep 1, Patrick tried BLACKMAILING Ander to fuck him to help Omar. After Ander told him multiple times to back off he still fully touched his dick until Ander physically pushed him off and left. This was ep 1. Now, we can rant about Ander and even Omar’s reactions and the drama. But this isn’t about the drama. Is the message of consent being shown in the series. Since ep 1 Patrick’s motivations, directly stated by him, is that saying no to him (including sexually) is a problem for the other person because he always gets what he wants. While the drama and Ander + Omar’ actions caused them to break up, it was directly bc Patrick kept trying to manipulate them both with sex and kept pushing even after he was told no. Not only in the first ep, but even when Ander tried to say they couldn’t have sex anymore because Omar didn’t want to be open anymore. He still kept pushing. He got MAD about being told no sexually.
I talked a lot about the writing from a plot perspective and the drama. But today im here to talk about consent. I wanted to be done talking about this season, but I just saw a post on fb with over 30k shares and likes talking about how they wanted to be Patrick in the club scene with Ander on the first episode (where he kept touching Ander even when Ander was like “mhmmm… lets not” multiple times). While ik the Omander relationship has been fucked by the writers, i still see comments about how Patrick and Ander could have been so good bc they are hot (and this comes directly bc a lot of viewers now don’t care for the plot, even less for the queer characters and the writers are aware, so all their storylines are incredibly sexual and viewers watch it for the sex and how hot it is). I have seen a lot of praise or wanting to behave like Patrick bc is hot. When his character has a horrible view on consent. And a lot of people are romanticizing it. Hell, i have seen feminists share it bc “it was so hot” and no talk on how rapey Patrick’s behavior is the more you think about it. His whole storyline was him being mad he was told “no” sexually in the first episode. People tend to not look at consent as hard when it comes to queer men vs girls in media (and ik girls are the primary victims of assault in real life, but online we don’t talk enough about consent within the lgbt community, including girls. We don’t talk enough about consent with wlw either). And i hate that Elite didn’t necessarily portray Patrick as the good guy, but they never addressed that kind of behavior either.
Same with Cayetana. Her and Phillipe (Philippe? I have seen different wording lmao and i dont watch with subs so idk💀 i forgot lmao). They are a couple this season and a lot of people ship them. So many vids online of their relationship. So many edits of their sex. And i have not seen people talk about how he literally tried to assault her and then said she was leading him on. At the very least, unlike with Patrick, that behavior was called out and addressed in the series, but it was still overlooked fairly quickly. This season of Elite has really bad messages regarding consent and normalizes really bad behavior, and it succeeds in doing so because people online are going with it. Thee storylines and behaviors were not written to start conversations, but rather for drama driven by sex. And for such a heavy sex show, the consent is off a lot.
It just made me really uncomfortable seeing so many people online talking about how hot these situations were and completely overlooking and being fine with how these situations lacked consent so much.
I feel like i was repetitive a lot, but alas is 5am and i’m writing this because i saw the fb post being shared about how hot the Patrick and Ander scene was in s1, when it borderlines (i think even explicitly IS) assault. To put your mouth on someone’s genitalia after they clearly said NO more than once, even if they hesitated a little or said it jokingly, is still assault and i got pissed at people praising it so i wrote this xxx
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Danger Days Chapter 9: Give ‘em Hell Kid
summary: after taking care of the stragglers, you make way to find Ellie amidst of all the chaos that follows her and you come face to face with a blast from the past
word count: 2,754 im gonna make up for all these short chapters i swear!!
content warnings: blood mention (i mean c'mon y'all know exactly what this fic is), animal death, somebody gets murdered a bit violently
notes: just wanna say a little thank you for all the recent influx of subs/bookmarks/comments/kudos/follows on here and on ao3, y'all warm my heart. also, the next few chapters will deviate from the tlou timeline to make way for some angst :^))))
read on ao3 here / masterlist
Your lungs were burning with each breath. Huffs escaped you. Aches filtered through your body. Running, chasing, fighting. Ellie was in deep shit and you prayed she was alright. Following after her path, you tracked your girl.
It didn’t take much to figure out which way Ellie went, between the very obvious messy shoe prints of the men chasing after her and the hoof-marks. It made finding her all that much easier. You trekked through the slosh of the muddied snow until you came across a striking stain of red. Your steps faltered and you took the sight in, the sight of blood in between all the white and brown that overlooked a small cliff. Stopping dead in your tracks, your breath hitched as you peered over.
A gasp in horror escaped you when you saw the lifeless body of dear Callus. Quickly jumping, you dropped from the ledge he was under and landed on your knees with a harsh ‘oomph’. The pain tingled up to your spine.
Scrambling up to check on Callus, looking for any sign Ellie was hurt only to find none. You brushed the dark hair on the horse, “I’m sorry Callus.” Mentally sending an apology to Cherry too. She was going to be sad when she hears but if anything, she’d take the apology in exacting revenge on his murderers.
Kneeling on the cold ground, you sent a silent wish to the stars, wishing that Callus will be taken care off wherever he is, noting how he was such a good horse, how he will be greatly missed but was certainly loved. He may have been just a horse, but even then, horses were smart and sentient. He knew.
Just as you finished your well-wishes, the horror quickly engulfed your mind. The worry grew for just a moment as you continued on the path, leaving the dear horse behind until you stumbled upon dead body after dead body, all leading in a patch down to a lake then to a little cabin, long since forgotten shops, and up the stairs to some sort of lakeside hotel, anger finally settling in your bones.
You found yourself following a trail of blood, gore, and footsteps, pride warming in your chest. That’s my girl, you silently praised. You drew a knife and a gun, as you approached what looked to be some lakeside market, too many hidey holes to walk through here confidently. Nevertheless, you marched on.
The path led you to an abandoned lodge overlooking the lake but no sign of Ellie, just more dead bodies of those bastards.
It would have been a beautiful sight long ago, in the time before. Now it was an empty and hollow shell of its former self, littered with gore.
Even shuffling as quickly as you could through the main hall of the resort yielded nothing to finding your dear young companion, not as the sun was really setting low. Had that much time passed, you thought worriedly.
You kicked an overturned table and groaned loudly, not giving a shit if somebody heard you. Letting yourself be mad for just a moment before taking a deep breath and exhaling. At this point, you weren’t sure if you’d want to move stealthy, try and make as much noise as possible just to take some of the heat off your girl.
Frustrated still, you left the resort and circled outside to locate another set of footsteps, likely of them chasing after her. It looked almost as if there was a small fucking army chasing her but still, you didn’t spot anybody. Much to your chagrin.
Taking off once more, you cursed as the visibility lowered. The snow was progressively picking up all around you causing some of the footsteps to slowly disappear.
It was swirling around in a thick blanket in the air, covering the footsteps you had been following. It felt like you were running against the clock and you took off running, focused on the remaining trail until you heard it.
Loud and metallic. A bell. Faint but there. A city center with a tolling bell possibly?
You didn't think twice about changing your direction and moving faster through the storm.
Motivated even more so, you continued on this path, following the chime until you came into view of a cheap haphazardly thrown together defense wall. Ducking behind a nearby structure, you looked on, assessing it as best you could with the little visibility you had.
Faintly, you could make out concrete walls with some barbaric barbed wire thrown lazily against it, many many weaknesses here and there. Most importantly, you noticed there was nobody manning the walls.
You ran and ducked every so often, listening for voices but finding none. Instead, you followed the bloodied trail Ellie left behind her. It was almost like a taunt to the others in this community, or maybe even a gumdrop-like trail for you, screaming ‘come find me’. Whatever it was, only a mark of design by the tough kid wanting nothing but to simply stay alive.
Pocketing your weapons, you took a few steps back then ran.
It was almost too easy to just jump the fence but you did, after hesitating ever so slightly. Your breaths were now heavy huffs, your lungs were cursing you to stop but you refused to, not when Ellie was in danger.
Then, arming yourself with your knives you tried to make your way through the town as stealthy as possible. Only taking out whoever was in your path but aiming not to make a spectacle before you could locate Ellie within this town.
Every time you took down one of those gruesome bastards, you didn’t dare to stop and search them. Your only goal was to find Ellie. You could hear the men talking about her and how she got away, sparking pride within you once more as you took off, following the chaos she left in her wake. Noting how some of the bodies were still warm, their leaked blood still sticky.
Turning the corner of a mechanics garage, a loud thunderous snap echoed through the area.
Startled, you pulled back into a crouch and watched as a large fire erupted in the distance. That spark of hope igniting as bright as the fire, signaling Ellie fighting back like hell.
“Shit,” you sighed trying to catch your breath. You rose to your feet and took off faster now, headed towards the explosion.
Off through the thick sheet of snow, you could faintly make out a large sign above a dinner, displaying the name Todd’s across it. You could hear somebody yelling from inside and aimed for it, the fire barely catching your attention.
Time was running against you, as it always did. The fire grew hotter, the building more dangerous. These were the least of your worries.
You were beyond frustrated as you circled the building, aside from the very obvious and intentional door being lit on fire that was growing at a rapid pace, there were no other entrances you could see aside from a dozen unbroken windows.
It took a couple tries to find an entrance that was viable, feeling like you were running out of time as the male voice from inside grew louder, as you could hear bullets fly just as the man was yelling. Thankfully you did find a cracked window.
Judging by the amount of noise already happening inside and assessing the risk, you figured breaking it wouldn’t alert anybody so you did just that and crawled through, doing your best not to scrape your knees.
Gaining your footing, you looked around and saw you were in some sort of kitchen for the diner. There were large stainless steel surfaces, looking moderately clean. That’s not what got your attention, but the screaming match happening in the dining area.
It took you a minute but you got close to the ground, snapping to the corner as to not give away your position, not as you saw a large man with a beard towering over a small figure- Ellie.
Your brows furrowed in anger as you ran, planning on tackling this man but he was knocked over to the side as Ellie wacked at him endlessly with a machete, hacking him to death. Overkill.
One, two, three. Each swing she grew more and more violent,
Yelling for her to stop, she continued her attack, until you grabbed her against her back, holding her close to stop her. She tried to fight against you, almost throwing you to the ground. “I got you, sweetheart, I got you.” Petting her hair, trying to calm her down, she recognized your voice and she slumped in your arms.
You were exhausted, the adrenaline slowly leaving your blood gave way to the roaring pain in your lungs and muscles. Surely you’d be sore for the coming days. Even so, the pain would have been nothing next to losing either Joel or Ellie.
The two of you stayed like that, holed up in a grimey embrace for a few moments. You repeatedly ran your fingers through her tangled up brown hair as she hiccupped the last of her sobs into your coat. The only sounds permeating the moment were of Ellie and the fire.
Fuck. The fire.
Just as you realized the predicament the two of you were in, the blackened smoke scratched and irritated your eyes, throat, and lungs. It was suffocating you and doing worse to Ellie,
If it weren’t for the raging blaze that was spreading, you would have left much sooner. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time to go.”
Ellie didn’t respond and you were about to repeat yourself until you heard heavy footfalls behind you. Moving the distraught and distracted teen slightly, you drew one of your guns and aimed, about to shoot but were stopped when you took notice of just who was standing there, palms up in defense.
Joel.
Joel was alive, right there.
Ellie recognized him before you could even register what was happening. She jumped out of your arms into his, babbling about David and crying once more. He calmed her, mumbling “Oh, baby girl… It’s okay, it’s okay.”
You watched from the floor as he tried to wipe the blood from her tear stained cheeks, barely keeping your own shit together.
“C’mon,” he said, not looking at you, “let’s get outta here.”
You rose from your haunches, swaying just a little at the inner emotional whirlwind you were facing mixed on top of the physical toll you were feeling. You watched as Joel put his arm around Ellie, walking her out the way he came in. Both of them were limping slightly. Following the two of them, you kicked the dead man just once as Joel led you both out of the burning building to your horse, Whiskey.
He turned around to say something but cut himself off, taking in the sight of you. “Shit, Are you okay?”
You followed his gaze to where your clothes were coated in a disastrous mixture of blood, dirt, and stars know what else. “It’s not mine.”
He looked like he wanted to look you over but he focused on Ellie instead, giving her a helping hand onto the horse. Joel gestured for you to get on behind her but you shook him off, “No. I’ll meet you back at the house.”
“If you don’t get on the goddamned-,” he began to argue but you shut him down.
“I’m not going to fuckin’ argue with you right now.” You checked over your horse, noticing how Joel didn’t bring anything then approached Ellie, “Hey, sweetheart. Think you can handle leading Whiskey and Joel back to the house?”
She wiped away her tears and nodded, “I think so.”
“Good. I’ll see you there soon.”
Joel opened his mouth to counter you but you stood up to him, on your toes. You had grabbed his jacket and pulled him close, getting in his face. “You take our girl back to the fuckin’ house and you make sure neither you nor her go off the rails or so help me, I will finish what that rebar started and end you. Got it?”
You were tired, you were angry, you were relieved. But most of all, you were pissed the fuck off. Not necessarily at him but at, well, at everything. Being this troupe’s sole caretaker for the past few weeks was taking its toll.
Just as you got into his face, he got into yours. At only a hair's breadth away he threatened you all the same, “You do not get to be angry with me, you do not get to push me around, got it?”
His brown eyes bore into yours, you could see he was more exhausted than anything but you were not going to let him be the judge of what happens next. “Fuck you, Joel Miller. We saved your life, hell, I saved your life. You owe me. Now you’re going to get on that fucking horse with Ellie and you are going to the safe house and we are leaving this goddamned shithole. Together. In one piece.”
“Please, Joel, let’s get out of here,” Ellie’s weak voice interrupted.
The near-dyin’ old bastard opened his mouth to counter you again but decided against it. Most likely for Ellie’s sake.
Joel leans close to you and whispers a threat in your ear, “If you’re not back by nightfall, we’ll leave without you.”
“I don’t doubt it,” you snap.
He takes a half step back, his tired brown eyes meeting yours. For a flash you think he wants to apologize but he doesn’t, his pride wouldn’t let him anyways. This was the game the two of you have played all these months. This push-and-pull bullshit. It was tiresome in situations like these, the dire need of survival, but during those blissful moments of reprieve, it brought you joy.
Joel’s heavy footfalls penetrated the tense air even as he saddled up in front of Ellie. He calls your name and in his roundabout way, bargains with you. “Come back alive.”
Before you could even answer or reply, he’s off with a huff. Ellie strapped closely behind him.
Watching them go, you ducked and retraced your steps in the heavy and blinding snow. The storm hadn’t let up and likely wouldn’t any time soon. It worked well into your favor for now.
The journey back wasn’t as arduous or as dramatic as the way forward but you made it back to the safe house without incident. The whole time your mind juggled between the mixed emotions of Joel. Gratitude he was alive, joy that he was walking and talking, anger that he was walking and talking and not resting.
There was just a lot happening all at once. It’s why you wanted to be alone for the time being. Too many emotions swirled in you, too many thoughts, too much of everything. The bitter cold nipping at your fingertips helped, kept you grounded.
At least until you heard the low grumbling of Joel coaxing Ellie back to the land of the living, much as you both did the same to him these past few weeks. His voice trailed up the basement and didn’t stop as your steps echoed through the stairwell.
When you stopped at the final landing did you look up. He was holding her close as she cried, she still hadn’t stopped. His hands, bruised and bloodied from stars know what, coaxed themselves through her messy hair. The sight of them both covered in other people’s blood hurt you in ways that no wound could ever compare to.
He was whispering nothings to her, praises for her fighting, echoing words of ‘shh, it’s okay’, repeatedly in a low soft voice. You came close to the two of them sitting on the lone mattress, “Hey, sweetheart, I’m back.”
Joel looked up at you again, looking over you. Taking in the sight of you now. He gave you a tense nod as Ellie reached around for your hand and squeezed it. Once she let you go you brushed her hair from her face and slowly stood.
“I’m going to pack up everything and we’re going to leave here, put this shit behind us.”
The two of them said nothing but Joel caught your eye and silently, you both came to an agreement. Whatever bullshit you two had, when it came to Ellie, she came first.
Isn’t that what family is for?
#pedro pascal#joel miller#the last of us#joel miller x reader#joel (the last of us)#joel the last of us#joel miller / reader#joel tlou x reader insert#joel tlou x reader#joel tlou#joel miller x you#joel tlou x you#pedro pascal joel miller#pedro pascal x y/n#pedro pascal x reader#pedro pascal as joel in the last of us#pedro pascal fanfiction#pedro pascal characters#posted on ao3#asher's writing#danger days fic
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Can I ask you what happened in the "dear technoblade... (an open letter)" video? I legit can’t watch it but I’m curious on what it was about/said?
Yea no worries! This may be a kinda Scuffed summary cuz its been a bit. But i wanted a Blank no thoughts or feelings summary n went back thru it a Bit. So heres an Attempted Synopsis of a Letter to Technoblade:
The op starts by saying theyre a fan, that they enjoy his content, that techno has said things in the past which have made people uncomfortable.
Continues that the video isnt an attempt to 'cancel' him, but is to make things right with the people hurt. Also says that much of the minecraft community 'trust that [he's] changed as a person since then', but acknowledging his past remarks is a means of 'proving that to us'.
Immediately after op plugs their channel saying somethin like 'i dont need subscribers, but im a youtuber'. Also to share the vid, like n comment to 'get it in the algorithm'. Not to put my own Thoughts in that but thats jus tasteless n weird as fuck askin for subs on a supposedly 'serious' video
First brings up older tweets: 'again, i'm aware that youve probably changed as a person since these tweets were made, but im also aware of my friends who are jewish, lesbians, or black who are hurt by these tweets and were hurt by jokes like these before.'
First tweet:
Op says that they understand absurdist humour. But there is a Connection between hitler and lesbians in that lesbians was a group targeted by nazi germany for their sexual orientation (they say it more. Like. Specifically but i wont cuz its too Harsh in my mouth)
'Comparing hitler to lesbians contributes to demonizing lesbians and making light of the struggles of jewish people'
Other tweets noted, saying that it makes light of the horrors commited by nazis
Notes they dont think hes a 'flaming nazi or antisemite' but such jokes makes it easier for such ppl to get away w this and 'normalizes the idea that the holocaust wasnt that bad'
'Even if you werent aware of the impacts of those jokes back then and you know better now, addressing these outright and apologizing to the jewish people that youve hurt would help make things right'
The next tweets mentioned are here. Potentional context like the tweet he replied to arent given or mentioned
'I understand that jokes like that were considered normal during that period of time... but that doesnt mean they were okay back then, or that they shouldnt be addressed now'
Next: shows more recent clips; first one is from tommy's perspective when they were trying to take tubbo 'hostage' and have him work in pogtopia with antfrost. Tommy spells slave wrong, spelling slav. Techno says 'a russian?... you spelled SLAV'. tommy spells it as 'slave' then the clip ends
Next clip; taken from 'skyblock: the great potato war.' Its short and only shows techno saying 'if skyblock has taught me anything, its that if you have a problem, the answer is slavory.'
Op continues to say that these may be jokes not intended to be taken seriously, but that 'joking about this... as a white person, comes eith a whole set of problems given the historical context of slavory in the united states.'
In regards to the skyblock clip: 'techno, you know better than this! ... given that white people were the ones who genuinely viewed the answers to their problems as slavory hundreds of years ago, and that you are white, its really unsettling to hear you joke about this'
They say it minimizes the impact slavory has had and treats it like a joke
Last clip: taken from a skeppy video titled 'when skeppy, technoblade, and badboyhalo get in a call...' with techno saying 'what i was thinking like, horrific racism aside, think about how powerful it must be to be an asian right now...' then making up a scenario where an asian person is getting bullied and protends to be sick to get them to leave.
Note: i am not sure the time of that video/clip, but i think i recall it from last march so a year ago
Op continues after to say 'i understand that you were joking, i do not care if that was your intent... jokes like these have undoubtedly contributed to the rise in hate crimes against asian americans' and that it can lead to people blaming asians for the pandemic
They talk about hate crimes that Have happened within america and how asian businesses have suffered hugely
Also specifically goes into detail about the atlanta shooting
Explains that they Obviously dont think techno is Responsible for every single hate crime against asian americans, but they 'being up these hate crimes to try and point out their connections to jokes like yours'
They say again that 'although this video will get called 'spreading hate' or cancel culture', they dont want to minimize the weight of racial microaggressions to 'twitter stans being out of control'
They end the video saying its them 'reaching out on behalf of all the people hurt by these jokes' and that he should acknowledge these things which hurt people
#antisemitism#racism#pdp#discourse#lesbophobia#ask to tag#anon#hope this reads ok i ended up spending WAY TOO LONG on if gsksbsgsksdb
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Bambi
pairing: au!Ten x au!Johnny x female reader
genre: all the smut
summary: the second installment in Eden, I’m so excited I finally finished this. in this one, you and your bestie are booked together for a weekend that’s sure to be full of surprises.
“Good morning, Elsa,” you yawn as you plop down onto the couch next to your best friend, Ten. He’s still in his pajama set just like you, though his top hangs unbuttoned and showing off his toned and tattooed torso. He pulls you close, swinging your legs over his and resting his head on your chest.
“Good morning,” your virtual assistant greets.
“Felix had a long night,” you tell her, “we can start this morning without him.”
“Alright. I suppose it doesn’t matter since the only new request is for the two of you.” Ten grunts a sound of confusion as your eyebrows lift. It’s not the first time you’ll be paired with another person for a client, but it’s your first client with him. “A new client by the name of Johnny has requested you both for the weekend.”
“And the details,” Ten prompts.
“As follows: ‘I would like one submissive female, and one male switch. I’m not looking for anything too rough, in fact I’d like a rather sensual weekend. I would prefer they follow orders with little pushback, and begging is appreciated. I would like to meet Friday night in the presidential suite, and have the pair for the full weekend. Gifts will be included. No specific kinks or costumes, but I’d like them to dress sexy and arrive together.’”
“It’s not like it’s our first time sleeping together,” you shrug, “and honestly the gifts have me sold.”
“I’m down, but I’m not very used to topping...”
“Your client is inexperienced with men, Ten,” Elsa informs quickly. “Shall I confirm your date?”
“Yes please,” you both answer in harmony.
“Perfect. Please have Felix check in with me once he’s awake. He has a reschedule from a regular of his.” With that, your virtual assistant disconnects, leaving you and Ten to prepare mentally for your date the next night.
“He said he wants a switch... So maybe he just trying to see what he likes? Maybe you won’t have to top for very long...” You ponder aloud, pulling Ten from his thoughts.
“You’re gonna top?” You both turn to see Felix come into the room, rubbing his eyes and stretching a little. Wearing just his sleep pants you can see the bruises and scratches that litter his torso from his aggressive date the night before. “Even I would pay to see that.”
“Shut up,” Ten snaps, “I’ve done it before.”
“She was really rough on you, wasn’t she?” You frown as you beckon the youngest closer. “How are you feeling?” He snuggles in behind you, dragging his nose across the swell of your shoulder and inhaling the comfort with a low grumble. With Ten wrapped in your arms and Felix being your big spoon, you’re filled with a familiar sense of love.
“I’m alright,” he assures you in his velvet baritone. “Why are you two all tangled up?”
“Our next date is together,” you spill, “and the client wants him to switch.”
“Now I would definitely pay to see that,” Felix chuckles as he affectionately kisses your ear.
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Hand in hand, wearing similarly colored outfits, you and Ten use the key you’d been given to enter the presidential suite. The pair of you took a ‘let’s do this’ shot of something sweet at the bar before coming up, and you can still taste the sugar and liquor on your tongue while you walk in the door. The presidential suite has always been one of your favorites; from the floor to ceiling windows that offered and amazing view of the city, to the expensive furniture and faux fireplace, everything oozed luxury. You squeeze Ten’s hand and giggle, touching your nose to his shoulder as you do. He practically beams at you, you’re always so cute in your sub space, and for a moment you think he may kiss you.
“Well aren’t you two adorable,” a deep voice states, cutting into the moment. You look up and lock eyes with your date for the weekend, Johnny. He’s much taller than you thought he’d be, and his broad chest peeks out from where he’s undone the first few buttons of his dress shirt. Ten hums in approval at your side, like he’s just been served a treat he can’t wait to dig into, and you watch Johnny’s gaze shift to him. The way he looks at Ten is different, he’s completely enamored as he lets out a breathy laugh. “You’re both more stunning than I remembered.”
“You’ve seen us before,” Ten asks, tilting his slightly.
“Once upon a time I came here for a drink with a few friends, and you two were at the bar with another young blonde guy. All three of you were adorable together, laughing and dancing... I could tell you guys had something unique going on. When I found out I could book both of you together, I couldn’t resist.”
“We’re all roommates,” you inform him, “and dates. But I’d be lying if I said we haven’t all played together once or twice.”
“That’s... So sexy,” Johnny sighs, and you can see a bulge already forming in his slacks.
“Can I ask why you chose me too? Our assistant said you were...” Ten trails off, trying to find the right words.
“Inexperienced?” Johnny smiles. “I’m inexperienced, but attracted. I don’t know if I want to top or bottom or both... But I want to find out.”
“We’ll take good care of you,” you promise, voice sweet as honey as you look back at your best friend and ask, “won’t we?”
“Of course we will,” Ten agrees, never taking his eyes from Johnny. “What are our rules?”
Johnny looks confused for a moment and sort of shrugs. “I figured we could just use the color system if needed, but I have no rules. I’m open to anything as long as we communicate freely.”
“I have one rule to add,” you say softly and Ten squeezes your hand reassuringly. He knows what you want to say, and as you meet his soft gaze you feel to shy about it to continue, so he does for you.
“In addition to green, yellow and red... Blue is for a medical emergency and purple is for mental.” He looks at Johnny then with a new seriousness in his tone. “I’ve never had to use a safe word in my life, but she has. So since we don’t exactly have a plan here just be mindful.”
“Absolutely, of course,” Johnny nods firmly. There’s a short lull between the three of you with each of you wondering where to start. You hurry to break the tension as you kick off your shoes as take the lead towards the bedroom, now barefoot and grinning from ear to ear.
“Last one to the bed is the first one on their knees,” you quip before scurrying away ahead of them. You hear the fumble to follow as Ten laughs and falls behind. You climb onto the bed in time to see Johnny right on your heels, and Ten stops in the doorway, defeated.
“I guess I lost,” Ten pouts. Johnny sits at the edge of the bed, lust filling his gaze as Ten comes close enough to sink to his knees in front of him. You get on your knees behind Johnny, wrapping your arms around him and unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way. You let your hands roam the expanse of his newly exposed skin while Johnny undoes his pants and watches Ten expectantly.
“Goes easy on me,” Johnny tells the both of you, “I’m a little excited.”
“A little,” Ten chuckles, now laying his eyes on quite the hard-on trapped in Johnny’s boxers. “There is nothing little about that, handsome. Can I have it in my mouth? Please,” he adds, looking up at Johnny through his lashes. Johnny can only nod as he stands just enough to get his pants and boxers to his knees, then he falls back into your arms. Ten wraps his hand carefully around Johnny’s cock, pumping slowly and licking his lips. You watch the way Ten deliberately takes the the tip between his lips, making Johnny drop his head back to your shoulder and exhale shakily. He looks cute with his lips around Johnny’s girth.
“Can I have kisses,” you whisper sweetly to the man in your arms. Turning to you, he mutters something incoherent before he gives you what you ask. The sound of Ten working diligently sparks a fire deep in your belly that’s quickly pooling between your thighs, and soon you’re moaning right along with Johnny, caressing your fingers gently over his nipples. You want to be touched too, but this weekend is about him.
“You’re twitching so bad,” Ten notes as he stops abruptly. “I don’t want to give you too much to fast.” Johnny already looks like he can’t think straight, so you and Ten take this chance to undress him the rest of the way. Once he’s naked, you and Ten follow, giving a little show of undressing each other. Johnny scoots up the bed a bit, making it easy for him to settle down on his back and you take initiative to straddle his waist. “Hey,” Ten says softly, voice aimed at you. There’s a smirk on his lips as he leans in and captures you in a hungry kiss. His nimble fingers dip between your legs, dancing over your entrance as his knuckles brush Johnny’s dick, and he finds you soaking wet.
“Oh fuck,” Johnny sighs in awe at the sight of the two of you. You feel his calloused fingers trail up your thighs till he can grab your hips while he watches Ten slip his fingers inside you. He hardly needs to prep you but he does anyway, rolling his thumb over your clit. “Can I kiss you too,” Johnny timidly interrupts. You know he’s asking for Ten, one hand has left your hip and you feel Ten groan against your tongue. You break the kiss to see Johnny’s hand wrapped around Ten’s cock, stroking him slow.
“You heard him,” you grin, “kiss him.” Ten is anything but shy as he presses his lips to Johnny’s, he leads the kiss with confidence and desire. You take it upon yourself to work Johnny up again, though you can’t take your eyes away from the way their tongues tangle. You sit yourself on Johnny’s cock, sliding him between your folds as you grind your hips back and forth, coating him in your honey.
“Wait, I have an idea,” Ten declares, and you pause to listen. Johnny looks half drunk and like he might not hear what comes next. “Johnny, get on top. We’re gonna try something.” You’re surprised that Johnny complies immediately, and you’re pinned under him as he’s scattering kisses across your chest. Then he shivers, you feel it run the length of his tall body while his forehead drops to your shoulder. You crane your neck to see that Ten has disappeared behind him, presumably rimming him. A trembling moan leaves Johnny’s lips, and you run your fingers through his hair.
“Relax, just breathe.” You kiss all over his face, and he’s barely holding himself together. “How do you feel?”
“So fucking good,” he shivers again. You can hear the cap of a bottle of lube open and close, though Ten never stops his tongue against Johnny as he slicks his fingers.
“Let me know if it’s too much,” Ten says, and you feel Johnny tense completely. Ten kneels behind him now, slowly easing one lubed finger into him. You’re almost sure Johnny stops breathing for a while as Ten begins to pump his finger slowly.
“I don’t... I don’t know if this is for me,” Johnny confesses quietly against your shoulder, and Ten immediately stops. “I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be, I don’t really enjoy being on top anyway.” He smooths his hands over Johnny’s back and gives you a wink, letting you step in again. “Why don’t you take care of her first, hm? She’s so wet for you.” Ten slides a condom onto Johnny and just like that he’s pushing into you. There’s a slight burn as he stretches you open and rolls his hips so he’s buried deep.
Johnny swears under his breath as he starts to fuck you, and he wasn’t lying when he said he wanted a sensual weekend. He takes his time, dragging his length so you feel every inch, tip to base. You cling to him and note the way that Ten gently massages his ass, not putting his finger back in but keeping it how Johnny liked. You feel bad that he’s gotten almost nothing out of this so far, but you’re too distracted by the way Johnny is making love to you to do anything about it.
“Ten… Baby, come here.” Obediently Ten shuffles up the bed till he’s kneeling beside you, brushing rebellious strands of hair from your forehead. Your eyes flutter shut for a moment until you hear Ten moan, and you open them to see Johnny sucking Ten off. Johnny takes him in easily, but he quickly gets sloppy as his hips begin to stutter. You’re honestly impressed, the way Johnny seems to be enjoying him make you clench around him.
“Can I touch myself,” you ask, knowing better than to try without permission, “please, I’m so close.” Before Johnny can try to answer Ten grabs him by the hair, refusing to let him stop.
“Go ahead baby,” Ten tells you, letting a bit more of his dominance show as he begins to thrust into Johnny’s mouth. He keeps a tight hold on Johnny’s hair, and you can tell Johnny loves it by the way he whines. You hurry to squeeze your hand between you and Johnny where you rub tight circles on your clit, and you feel the flower of an orgasm blooming in you. “Please.... Please do that again,” Ten whines, and you assume Johnny did something he loved. He sounds as close to cumming as you are, and you begin to moan louder the closer you get.
Somehow, like the besties you are, you and Ten manage to cum at the same time. He messily covers Johnny’s lips and tongue in thick white ropes and you gush around Johnny’s cock till it drips onto the sheets. Johnny isn’t far behind, you feel the devastating emptiness as he pulls out, tosses the condom aside, and ejaculates so hard it hits your chin. He’s beautiful with his head thrown back, hand flying over his length as warbling moans bubble from his chest. You don’t realize your staring till he looks at you and Ten and smiles shyly.
“It’s... Well it’s been a while,” he chuckles breathlessly. “That was better than I ever expected.” He wipes his thumb across hip bottom lip to clean off Ten’s release, and you open your mouth to taste it with a little ‘ahh’. Johnny lets you suck his thumb until it’s clean, and Ten leans in to kiss him again.
“Well, you’ve got the rest of the weekend for more of the unexpected,” Ten promises.
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yo I just want to say how thankful I am that you’re creating a space for honest reflection & discussion in so so many important topics. I agree 100% with the anon talking about finding your sexuality through smut like yes when I was in my teens, I definitely relied on fanfics for figuring out what I was n was not into and only when I was older realized that any relationship (esp bdsm) that you participate in HAS to have clear communication & care and it just wasn’t in these fics. I’m not implying that people have to educate themselves in every single little thing to post their own writings but should just be like aware that with a platform and spreading info, they should make sure it’s represented correctly?? I know some authors do but again, when one has a platform, responsibility is inherent. and your piece that you just dug up on the dom/sub view in relationships and how western society has conditioned people to believe that people are either one thing or another, PHEW what a think piece. I am very thankful for your voice in the community, it makes me feel more comfortable being here & im happy that we can start to make this a more comfy place for the younger generations as well as ourselves.
whew... i look at this and deadass got teary eyed. i wish i could explain how much it means to me to read this but honestly i dont think there would be enough words in the english language for me to even start to try.. like no corny shit but damn.
i don't even really consider myself an author with a platform, im literally just some guy who writes porn and makes jokes but i do try my best to be as open about certain conversations relating to sex and kinda just about my commentary on fandom culture in general.
im an open-minded person but i know i probably come off as quite opinionated so i kind of worry me... talking about certain things in certain ways will be a turn off ig? i don't wanna come off as houlier-than-thou because that's really never my intentions like at all. fandom culture can be very arbitrary to someone's life and i guess i worry about that
i just.. think a lot i guess. i've spent a lot of my life actively participating in fandom culture and the older i get the more critical and aware of it i become. and i've always been that kind of person where i look at things and have kind of strange takes on them or at least that's how i feel.
when i come on here to say my piece, it's really really comforting knowing that other people, or even one person - can kind of agree. it frees me from feeling my thoughts and opinions are super isolated and it's just really nice to be able to talk and discuss things.
also as someone who had internet accesses very, very early - i try really hard to be someone younger me (im babie even still but yk) could've looked up to when i had no parental supervision and no one looking out for me. my influence is very small and very miniscule but if someone can be positively impacted by me speaking my mind and expressing my thoughts even just one time that means a lot.
there's not really anything anyone can do to stop people from reading certain content and that's just how things go so even though i do my best to monitor - i figure at the very least i can be open and maybe do some good in that way.
this made me cry like a lot. thank you so much for sending it and thanks for being on my blog and participating in stuff with me. thank you.
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It’s been 109 days days since I asked hehe do you by any chance have the pairing written up yet? I’d love to finally be able to start your work..💕
Not gonna lie... I forgot this wasn't being posted... I really thought I had already posted it...
ANYWAY, part 1 of 5!!
This is being viewed as dom v sub relationships between them, so this is implied 18+ i guess???
chan/minho
* chan is minho's baby!!!! Minho caregiver 100%!!!!
* Chan needs someone to take care of him bc he gives and gives and gives bc he doesn't know how to Not Do That or Stop Doing That
* so Minho gently turns that into Chan being able to Let Go for a second, to Breathe.
* Minho makes sure Smexy Nights focus on chan recuperating and not having to deal with the responsibility of seven other lives
* but also, let's be honest!!! sometimes. things switch up. bc minho is Wine Mom of the group and deals with the Secondary Issues and things get hard!!!
* even then, tho... minho is still hyper aware of chan and tries to make it easier for him
* but yeah. minho absolutely just. takes away everything for chan. and chan loves him so fucking much
* i feel like their dynamic is very push and pull. stable in the way that they are each others rocks but fluid in the way the waves change and bend and fold.
chan/changbin
* changbin needs a good cry sometimes, ya know?? and chan gotta hug n smooch things better 🤷♀️ i don't make the rules, i just enforce them idk what to tell you
* chan has to be rougher with him tho. Like. Love wise.
* not necessarily rougher sex wise but definitely rougher love wise
* bc like. changbin is going to Need That Type of Reassurance.
* changbin is def the type of person (at least w chan) that can't always have the soft words
* chan: LISTEN!! TO ME!! 🗣🗣🗣 YOU ARE L O V E D AND B E A U T I F U L AND YOU DESERVE TO E A T AND STAY H E A L T H Y AND IF I HAVE TO BEAT UP YOUR BRAIN IN ORDER TO LOVE YOURSELF THEN I W I L L
* changbin, as his lizard brain activates: oh yes plz brain being dumb need hold
* i feel like their roles really don't flip
* changbin is very much in need of someone to take care of him in the way chan can and they love each other so v v much
* i definitely feel like chan would be more inclined to give his thoughts to changbin without sugar coating things and i think that's super important in their dynamic and it leads into their bedroom life as chan forces changbin to continuously communicate with him
chan/hyunjin
* okay listen. It changes. Hyunjin is too used to bouncing around in order for their dynamic not to as well
* in the way of: chan is still the dom whether he is top or bottom, but their positions change
* bc hyunjin needs control sometimes and je finds it in topping and feeling like he has the power in the situation without actually having the power.
* he's so afraid of it, of himself, and he and chan are working on it, but still
* it's hard.
* but also. Sometimes. Hyunjin just needs chan to wrap him in his arms and squeeze him and help him forget the rest of the world.
* chan is willing to give and give and give until there’s nothing left of himself, but he’s also willing to take and take and take until hyunjin doesn’t think life hurts as much
chan/jisung
* they're soft. so soft.
* and giggly.
* and touchy.
* neither of them would be able to take anything seriously. grinning like fucking idiots while their teeth bump, which only serves to make them laugh harder.
* chan would be the top (and dom), but if jisung is feeling spicy, who is chan to deny him?
* and jisung wouldn’t be able to let go of chan. they’d be touching c o n s t a n t l y. and chan 100% indulges him at any moment
* even so, jisung is Tired Constantly^tm, so he Does Not Do Work Ever^tm
* but he likes being babied :((( let him be babied :((((
* i just feel like it would be fun, ya know??? like they’re best fucking friends above all and they’re cute and in love and they just wanna make e/o happy
* and chan would be super good about making sure both their sex life and their non-sex life stay healthy
* by that, i mean: he would be super careful not to diminish his sexual relationship with jisung to a reward system attached to his mental health
* he'd be super careful that jisung doesn't think they're only having sex bc he isn't feeling well or bc he's feeling better and that he's undesirable when he's not feeling well
* and i think that's super important in all relationships but especially in a relationship like theirs (esp bc i think jisung has really bad rejection sensitive dysphoria)
chan/felix
* baby duckling imprints on mommy duck energy
* like felix does a little !!!!🥺!!!!!
* have you seen fruits basket??? where haruhi is watching over kagura??? and kagura just [is baby] and haruhi just [drops everything!! squeals, hugs, dotes!!]
* yeah that’s them
* felix: [says a single word]; chan: holy shit take my soul just- just take it, no don’t worry about it, here take my wallet too oh my gosh you want food??? i’ve got some in my backpack.
* chan = soft dom, felix = the babiest. like. THE babiest.
* and don't get me wrong-- i'm not trying to infantalize anyone in any situation, i just feel like this is the type of person felix is. he needs constant reassurance and physical affection and blatant, direct acknowledgements to understand that he is enough and doing well
* with this in mind, felix 100% wants to be called good and sweet and pretty and loved!!!
* and chan is INDULGENT. AS HE SHOULD BE.
* and the aftercare??? a straight fucking HOUR of chan holding felix n rocking them back and forth and promising felix that He Is The Best Ever
chan/seungmin
* okay, well, i have a l w a y s headcannoned seungmin as ace
* (shut the fuck up I'm not projecting, you're projecting.)
* despite that, nonsexually, seungmin= biggest bottom ever
* chan= biggest service dom ever.
* that man is wrapped around seungmin's fingerrrrr
* seungmin wants him to walk away from dinner???? Done. Bring him apple slices in bed???? Absolutely. Carry him through the house For No Reason??? Bitch you KNOW it.
* even so. Seungmin is too Good to (truly) abuse the power he holds despite knowing chan would walk to the ends of the earth for him
* so chan tries!!!! But seungmin says 🙅♀️ and chan says 🥺 and seungmin goes hhhhhhhhhh okay but just this once!!!! bc he is Weak As Well
* all this to say, i think they have a very give and take relationship
* and neither of them want to take bc they're scared so they keep giving and giving and giving
* and idk maybe sometimes those clashing personalities start a fight, but they work it out in the end and try to do better, to take as much as they give, to realize that it isn't selfish, isn't bad, to let the other take care of them.
chan/jeongin
* jeongin brat. try to tell me otherwise. SIKE! YOU C A N ' T!
* but in the way where chan goes "!! Take care of yourself!!" and jeongin goes "😂 that's cute that you think I'll listen to you 💕 make me."
* spoiler alert: chan does.
* sometimes, ya gotta pin your s/o down and get them to drink water and eat and love themself.
* it's kinda like holding a cat that likes being held but makes you fight for it (in a healthy and non-oppressive way)
* but you'll "fight" them for it bc you love them!! and you'd do anything for them!!
* and you know that they only fight you bc they feel like no one ever put them first in their life so they know if they make you work for it and you DO stay and keep trying, it means you actually do love and value them
* and that's on trauma 😎
* so yeah. Chan will take the challenge. Bc he loves his traumatized s/o
* and i think that's super important as well, recognizing your partner's trauma and taking it into account without diminishing them solely to their trauma
* and chan does a good job of that both in and out of their bedroom
#stray kids#skz#doodlebugrambles#chan#jisung#felix#minho#changbin#seungmin#jeongin#hyunjin#ask#faceless#part 1#1 of 5
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I am not sure who to ask this to, but... is I worth getting back into wow rp with a new muse idea? I have a thought for a character, but not sure if it's a good time to try and get back into the game (can not do strictly Tumblr rp, need a physical interaction). So... your thoughts and the thoughts of your followers?
I'm not sure I'm the best one to ask. I'm not online much with work and family stuffs going on. When I have been on for RP I can't say I've had the best experience I've had over the years but I tend to be a wall flower and hesitate to walk up to folks so that's more on me than anything.
There have been a few walk ups that have gone well. I still enjoy the story of the game. But more than not I find myself twiddling my thumbs being bored of content. There are events and guilds still active, so it really all depends on what sort of RP you're looking for with your new character idea. You may very well find a group or event that keeps that spark going.
My preference is small groups or one on one with in depth stories. That's not been something I've been able to find in game for a while. I was with a couple guilds last year and there was always some OOC drama that ended up breaking up the group or there are cliques that are difficult to become apart of. I remember asking one 'friend' if they were sure on more than one occasion if they were enjoying the story or would prefer to play something else all together because they never seemed to log in.
I'm all for playing what you enjoy, just don't' be an ass about starting something you're not willing to finish or put in the effort to see through. If you hit a point it's not fun anymore at least talk to the people you're writing with so they can move the story along without you. It's no big deal interests shift. Don't reassure a person for months then right before a big arc say "Nevermind!" I did get butt hurt about that, it killed my drive to write @faith-and-fury.
It's kind of what's happened with Rian. It's just to a point now where I love RP, but I'm also exhausted of trying to find a group I fit with. SO I tend to stick to 1 on 1 or small groups with folks I'm familiar with or if requested folks here and discord.
That said, I kinda suck at in game RP. I may have a bit of an elitist view on it compared to some. Bend the lore have fun, build stories and characters you enjoy, but I don't want to stand around Stormwind all day trying to find something or anything that's not red light district or obnoxious or general troll vibes. I don't want to walk through raves or markets, I'd rather adventure build up and play through. grow stories organically that have some mystery arc that unfolds through the RP. And the stories that take advantage of the world that's built with the lore and feel rather than getting bombarded by SJWs trying to make WoW RL. And I'm so tired of dailies and gear grinds. I've tried horde and have more often gotten met with the same thing.
TLDR: Yes and No. It all depends on the RP you want, The energy you're willing to put in (What you give is generally what you get but I've found WoW RP is more give than take to be successful)
I'm keeping my sub regardless, I'm keeping up with my RPs. Sometimes I can log in. Sometimes I can't. But I'm not very well incorporated into the community. Mostly because my own trauma and hesitation leaves me weary to volunteer story vibes when people I thought cared like I did actually didn't.
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note to subs with ptsd and other struggles related to childhood trauma:
I've had a bit of an Emotional Journey over the week or so, and I want to impart a few lessons. I can only speak for myself and my own experiences, so ymmv, but hopefully this will be helpful in some way.
(obviously, this will have non-specific, general references to childhood trauma. no details are given. this discusses expecting other people to act like one's abuser(s) did/does. but there are no details.)
disclaimer: everything I say here assumes a relationship with a dom who is acting in good faith. also, my dom and I don't play with rules or punishments, so when I say something like I felt like I had done something wrong, I mean it in a regular, everyday, interpersonal relationship way. this post is only talking about kink dynamics that are ongoing relationships. finally, kink is not a substitute for therapy with a licensed and competent professional nor for medical treatment if appropriate. go to therapy.
disclaimer over.
self-awareness is one of the most important skills you need to build in order to practice kink safely and responsibly. sometimes the way we react to things does not seem logical from the outside, so we need to understand why we react certain ways and be able to clearly communicate that. this does not just apply to reactions that may occur during a scene. in fact, I think it's even more important for reactions outside of a scene.
for example, recently, I realized I have not been as supportive to my dom as I would like. it's been a tough month for me for a variety of reasons -- not enough work, pandemic, ongoing health issues, etc -- and although it's understandable to be at limited capacity, I want to be a more positive, supportive person in general, at least towards the people I like. so I had this realization, and it's always uncomfortable to realize you haven't been acting in a manner consistent with your values, but because you're an adult, you tolerate that discomfort, recognize the behaviors you want to change, apologize, and move on.
except...... I wasn't feeling just that healthy discomfort. it was also something else. and what made it worse was that my dom didn't think I had done anything wrong, and at first, I thought I was fine. I assumed it was just the healthy discomfort, so I waited for it to fade on its own over time.
slowly, the situation changed from "I would like to be more supportive" to "I have been so selfish and I've been constantly asking for support and I'm a terrible person and ze must be angry with me for not being as supportive as I think I should be."
and then it became "ze is angry with me but won't tell me and I don't know how to make this better."
so that was when I realized I might be a little off base because that is not what ze is like lol and we had played recently and ze had been as just as amazing as always, everything has been wonderful, nothing had felt different. so something was off.
I decided to broach the topic again, and as I was communicating all of this, I realized:
lmao oh shit I feel like I'm walking on eggshells and waiting for the other shoe to drop and expecting to be punished (like, in a bad way, not a fun consensual way because punishment play could never be fun for me and I will never consent to it) by this person who I love and am close to and wishing for some kind of punishment just so I won't be waiting constantly for it. that's ✨trauma✨. that's not how things have ever worked in this relationship I am having at 29. that's how things worked when I lived with and talked to my family.
it made me doubly grateful that I had been so careful and discerning when deciding to be with my dom. when I have that walking on eggshells feeling, I can't guarantee I wouldn't do something I was uncomfortable with, just to make things right. but that's not something I have to worry about because ze doesn't give orders and would never ask me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with.
power exchange is risky, no matter what role you choose to play. when you have experienced childhood trauma, the risk increases exponentially. power exchange changes a relationship. even when we're not playing and we're just people, I am incredibly sensitive to my dom's behavior towards me. I wouldn't be this sensitive if we didn't practice kink because I wouldn't be as vulnerable.
and if my dom was truly angry with me, if I felt like I was no longer in hir good graces, if I felt like ze no longer wanted me? that would fucking hurt in a way I don't think many people would understand. because it wouldn't just be an argument or something. I consistently bear my soul to this person. I have never trusted another human being like this. I have given myself to hir.
I always say kink is play and that people need to stop taking it so seriously. and this remains true. it doesn't have to be a whole thing with all the bells and whistles. protocols are unnecessary unless you want to play with them. doms have no inherent right to my respect whatsoever.
but just because it's play doesn't mean it doesn't matter. yes, it's play, it's make believe, my partner doesn't actually own me because you can't own people, and it's just stuff we do for fun when we feel like it.
but the emotional stakes are real. the potential for harm is very real. if you have lived through childhood trauma and you want to do kink on the sub side of things, you need to know yourself well enough to be able to communicate your needs to your partner. you need to be able to communicate when shit like this happens.
awareness and communication is how you avoid sabotaging your relationships because you're trying to keep yourself safe. you keep yourself safe by knowing when it's trauma talking and not your realistic view of the situation at hand. you keep yourself safe by telling your partner what you're feeling and giving them the necessary context. you don't have to give details, but you do need to give context because that helps them understand and it gives them the tools they need to take better care of you and keep you safe.
it's not easy, but it's necessary if you want to be able to engage in kink in an ethical way. your dom can't take care of you if you don't tell them what they need to know. your dom can't give you what you need if you don't tell them. unexpected things happen, of course, and people make mistakes along the way and that's normal and fine, and your needs can change over time, and you learn more about yourself as time goes on because that's part of being a person.
but as a rule, you have to know yourself and you have to know what you need, and you have to give this information to your partner. you have to be willing to address issues as soon as they come up. issues might seem small at first, but it's better to have a conversation now rather than later. if you wait or don't fully air everything out, resentment can build.
again, this isn't always easy, and it's okay if it feels hard. but you still have to do it.
it might feel like a lot of work at first, but doing that work now when everything is fresh is better than watching your dynamic fall apart. it's work worth doing if you're in a dynamic you want to stay in. and part of being a human is learning to give other people chances to surprise you. I'm not talking about letting toxic people back into your life. I'm talking about giving partners a chance to give you what you need, and they can only do that if you tell them what you need and how to give it to you.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Buv3TA7dvdE
You know, for someone who supposedly watched Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid-
How is it I caught onto that Ilulu isn’t a fucking loli just at first appearance? Me, where the closest I’ve come is playing Dragonmaids.
So the first section is just the speaker setting up how she wanted to like the anime but apparently she got less and less enthusastic as the show expanded beyond Kobayashi and Tohru.
... Red flag. In my personal experience, this tends to taint a person’s view of a work and causes them to seek out problems with the work in question even when it goes beyond what a normal person or even what they themselves would do in other circumstances. So right away- I’m pretty damn skeptical.
We further go into the video and the person states that are an artist and they know what they are talking about. ... Okay, first off- You’re talking about coding as if it isn’t your internal projections (we’ll get to THAT later) so no, you don’t. Second, I don’t know if the artist thing is suppose to be connected to the ‘know what you are talking’ part but considering by the same logic a writer would know an abusive relationship in media...and Twilight exists- That’s bullshit. And third- why should anyone trust someone they likely never have watched before?
Next we get into ‘Coding in Media’. Here we have the person giving a definiton from the wikipedia article. I’ll copy paste the highlighted stuff:
“- a reader may initially interpret a set of signifiers as a literal representation, but clues may indicate a transformation into a metaphorical or allegorical interpretation diachronically “
“- i.e. acknowledging that there is sometimes an ideological quality to the coding system, determining levels of social acceptability, reflecting current attitudes and beliefs. “
However, I would like to point something out- This is from the ‘Discussion’ tab. Not the general part which she shows but doesn’t focus on. Here’s the definition she gives:
“Coding is a term used in media to refer to when the author wants to convey an aspect of a character to the audience but does not want to or isn’t allowed to explictedly state what that is.”
Here’s the article’s definition with an added definition of semiotics.
“ In semiotics *{the study of sign processes (semiosis), which are any activity, conduct, or process that involves signs, where a sign is defined as anything that communicates a meaning that is not the sign itself to the sign's interpreter} , a code is a set of conventions or sub-codes currently in use to communicate meaning.”
Here we start to see things crumble. Semiotics and by extension coding is inherently indirect. Meaning that there isn’t a defined or solid meaning. And what does that mean?
You can basically insert whatever the fuck you want into the ‘code’. Hell, you can even insert meaning into a code that DOES NOT EXIST.
The speaker does it herself in the coming examples.
Scar from Lion King is apparently ‘queer coded’ because he’s ‘effiminate and willowy’.
Jafar too since he wears ‘eyeliner’.
Ursula was ‘literally’ based off of a drag queen.
... Order-
Scar’s ‘effeminity’ is shown with him making a hand gesture...that is a sign of SARCASM. And his ‘willowiness’?
This is a normal feline body.
Jafar’s ‘eyeliner’? Common practice in Arab culture with men. (it’s called Kohl).
Ursula being based off a Drag Queen? Yeah...
“ Calling Divine (real name Harris Glenn Milstead) "the great actor from Baltimore", Musker revealed that one of The Little Mermaid's writers, Howard Ashman, knew Divine and had Rob Menkoff - one of the film's principal animators - to do "some drawings that were based on Divine".
"Even though it’s sort of disguised, it’s based on the character [of Divine]," he said."It just fit the character," agreed Clements. "She was outrageous, theatrical..." “
She’s based off a drag queen...because they happen to have the same personality. And thing is here, even if they are ‘queer coded’- Ressiannce Disney villains are made to be LIKEABLE and ENJOYABLE villains. Contrast this with say...Looney Toon caricatures. They’re meant to be mocked and disliked.
But going back to the Ursula thing- The speaker never actually proves how Ursula was based off a drag queen. She just says it with a picture. And considering that looking into it reveals the basis is a COMPLIMENT. This is relevant because either the person didn’t know this and shows they are just jumping to conclusions (considering what she is talking about- that’s NOT good) or she did know...and continued anyway. Says a lot when ‘shit research’ is the GOOD option.
But let’s strike at the heart. Why would these minor things (even drag queens are not inherently LGBT) be ‘queer coded’ on her eyes when the use of LGBT characteristics as negative are usually MUCH more blatant? Well it kind of has to do with how ‘coding’ works. See, how do you code something as complex as being LGBT? Well, we have a word for it already. A very well known word.
‘Stereotyping’
No really. The hand gesture Scar used is a stereotypical gay man gesture, gay men are stereotyped as being thinner, wearing makeup with men is stereotypically gay, drag queens are stereotyped as LGBT. The speaker is using stereotypes of LGBT people to determine of a character is ‘coded.’
Issue- Stereotyping assigns universal things to specific groups simply due to connotations, ignoring reality in the process. In reality, Scar’s gesture is one of sarcasm, condescension and sadism with his lithe figure being a connecting thread to the Hyenas, his mooks. In reality, Jafar is just an Arab man. In reality, drag queens are not inherently LGBT NOR is Ursula displaying any other traits associated with being LGBT.
If you wanna hear what I hear- replace every instance of ‘coding’ with ‘stereotyping.’
Also I find it hilarious that she goes on about how ‘not all coding is bad!’ when showing Steven Universe characters later on...as she ignores context with the Disney villains (and I suspect with Ilulu).
So she goes onto specifically ‘child coding’, using things like ‘small, naive ect.’ She also acknowledges that shorter women exist, using La Brava from MHA as an example, talking about how her figure is proportionally more like an adult than a child and how she fits into MHA’s style despite her face looking like a child’s apparently
Moving beyond the Kanna stuff (don’t care)- she talks about how Ilulu’s face looks like a child’s and how her height is proportional to Kana...similarly to how she mentioned La Brava. And talks her body? Non existent.
Why? Well, let me show you a full body picture of Ilulu without her loose shirt.
Here’s a picture of Kanna.
Notice something?
Ilulu has a thinner waist, a more pronounced buttocks and wider hips.
All things that indicate a more mature body than Kanna.
‘But KOB! We can’t actually tell what Kanna’s body type is like!’
Okay, here’s the chapter 100 cover-
Kanna’s body is clearly different from Ilulu. In fact, Ilulu more resembles Tohru, an ADULT.
And if you REALLY think Ilulu’s body type is out of the ordinary for dragon bodies in this manga-
No, no she really isn’t.
The speaker tries to say they ‘de-babified’ her in the anime with this image from the manga-
But you can tell from the way she’s drawn this isn’t normal and is likely a comedic moment.
And going back to coding- Ilulu has a job, something children CANNOT HAVE.
‘But she admitted that her face in the anime was more defined than Kanna’s, her eyes are still lower though!’
Yeah, here’s the thing-
Ilulu’s not an adult either. She’s a teenager. Of course she’s not the same as adults but she’s also not the same as a fucking CHILD.
‘B-but she admitted La Brava is also short but she’s still unquestionably an adult!”
And yet she ignores how Ilulu is, by the same metrics, not a child. She says Ilulu talks like a child. ... But doesn’t explain HOW with the season 2 trailer. In fact, her La Brava example can actually be seen as childish due to her high tone. Yes I can here the...inflections that are similar to Kanna but numerous anime have used it with non-prepubescent characters to denote immaturity.
And as the final nail in the coffin- Back in the coding section, she mentioned that authors do this because it might not be socially acceptable. Issue is, the manga has the adult Lucoa trying to seduce a child (which she never mentions or even alludes to which is surprising) so clearly, the author doesn’t feel uncomfortable with the idea so even the justification is bullshit.
All in all, this comes across as projecting her own interpretation of things onto the original work. Which DEEPLY pisses me off.
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