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If you're not sure if you're into somnophilia, don't worry! You don't need to make a decision today.

Go home and sleep on it.

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Sleepy Asks: "Hey. Hey sun. Would it be a bad time to send in a request for an absolutely feral Etienne? Like. Fully off the rocker. Like. An Etienne who snapped."

It is literally never a bad time for that!!

Content: restraint, kidnapping, mentions of murder, yandere oc, guns, death threats, implied woundfucking mention, gunfucking, intersex f!reader

Etienne's a pretty relaxed guy.

Sure, you've seen a more feral, cruel side to him once or twice. Only when your life was in danger. When he was so scared of losing you that he snapped. When his hand shook as he ran his cutlass through a man's chest over and over, long after he'd stopped moving, until Lucky had to pry the hilt from his trembling grip, all for the crime of daring to try to take you away from him.

Okay, maybe in hindsight you should've seen this coming.

"Eti, please..." You try your best cooing, appeasing tone as you watch the man wheel back and forth across the rough floor of his cabin. "I... it's not my choice."

His face is snarling and tight, eyes hard and mouth contorted into a grimace. He doesn't seem to hear you, too focused on... something else. You can't quite tell what. What he's thinking, what he's feeling, what he might do. It's moments like these that remind you how often he puts up a front. How every emotion he shows you is a carefully calculated choice. How easily he can shut you out.

"Not your choice..." His voice is low, dangerous.

So he did hear you.

"It's not." Your jaw clenches, hands balling in a fist as you tug at the thick chains lashing you to his bed like a prisoner. "You think I want to marry someone chosen for me? You know me better than that."

"I thought I did." He finally deigns to look at you, knees pressed against the side of the bed as his hard eyes meet yours. "Should've realised. You just love playing the damsel in distress, don't you princess?" The usually affectionate nickname is venom on his tongue. "The moment another man swoops in to save the day, you're falling into his arms."

"It's not like that!" Frustration gets the better of you, nails biting your palms as you thrash against your restraints. "What do I do when he goes back home without me, huh? When he tells my family that I'm happier here, with the people who took me from them? When he tells my mother and father that I'd rather be with you than them? It was one thing when I was your captive, when they thought me dead or as good as. But he came after me. He found me. How can I tell him that I'd rather never see my family again than marry him? How can I let him tell my family that?"

His fingers twitch towards the weapons lined up on the arm of his chair. "The family who sold you to the highest bidder? Who consigned you to the fate of an unhappy wife without a second thought?"

You eye him, desperate to read even a single thought on his face. There's nothing. "They... they didn't sell me, they just... It's just how it works. All noblewomen—"

"Nobles." His distaste couldn't be any clearer. "You'd rather go back to the place you thanked me for saving you from, just because your fop of a betrothed showed up?"

"Don't talk about him like that, he's going to be my husband."

Honestly, you're aiming more to hurt him than anything at this point. You want more than just this petty, surface level argument. Something that will explain to you what this is all about. And getting a rise out of him seems to be the only way to break that impenetrable stare. To make him feel something you can see.

You get what you wanted.

His flintlock is in his hand. Sleek wood and polished metal, as ornate as Etienne himself. You've never had the pleasure of being on the business end of it before, but it makes your blood run cold as the barrel is forced under your chin. The metal is cold as he tilts your face towards him, eyes blazing in a way you've never seen before. Gone is the charming, suave, unflappable pirate captain you've grown to love. You don't know this man.

"You think you're going to marry him, princess?" His voice is so warm and affectionate. The tone he's spoken to you in so many times as you sat on his lap and watched him plot routes and divvy up spoils. "He won't take you home, and he won't be telling your family a single thing. He's going to meet with a tragic accident at sea, and he'll be mourned and forgotten."

"N-no..." You may not love your betrothed yet, but you can't just let them kill him. "Eti, please."

"Yes, princess." He sighs, brushing his fingers across your cheek. You don't know when you started crying, but you can feel the tears roll down your chin and onto the pistol still pressed to the soft skin underneath. "If you just hadn't talked to him. If you'd left well enough alone and been happy here. We could've killed him, you wouldn't have had to worry that pretty little head about anything. But now—"

He pulls the pistol away just enough to gesture at your bound body. You want nothing more than to tug at the chains, lunge at him with what little give you've got. But you know the gun is loaded, and you don't know this Etienne. You don't want to find out if he's the sort to put a ball in you.

"Etienne, this isn't funny."

You try to stay firm, to keep your voice from wavering. Your stomach churns nauseously as he trails the muzzle down your chest slowly. It's cold, goosebumps raising in the wake of it. It's no better than when it was pointed under your chin, save for allowing you a little leeway in how directly you look at him. But you don't want to look away. You need to see his eyes. To try to read something comprehensible in them.

"It's not." He's almost affable in his agreement, but his voice hardens quickly. "It's gone way past being bloody funny, princess."

His hand wraps around your throat, pressing down just enough to make your head spin. The pistol rests against your stomach at an angle. It's odd and uncomfortable, him sitting beside the bed. But it's not like your intimate moments, when the two of you—sometimes aided by Lucky—have moved him to the bed with you. No, you're a captive now. And he wants to keep as much mobility as possible. To keep this distance, physical and emotional, between the two of you.

"You understand the severity of this, don't you?" His lips barely move, voice low and dangerous. "You know what you've done? We won't be able to trust you for a long time. You'll have to be put on a much shorter leash. We can't let you think that you're free here, princess. We kidnapped you fair and square, and we're not letting any fucking nobleman take you."

"No. No." You shiver, stomach muscles twitching and diaphragm heaving as you swallow down a sob only to let out a hiccup instead. "I thought we were—"

"So did I." He snarls, grip tightening around your throat as he digs the barrel in deeper. "Thought your first might mean something to a pure little thing like you."

His finger twitches against the trigger and you brace yourself for the shot. He half sounds like he wants to put a new hole in you. To be your first once more, in a new way. He's crazed, eyes wild and hands shaking even as he chokes you with one and threatens your life with the other. The hand around your throat half cradles you even as he squeezes tighter, and his gaze roams your body with a twisted parody of the lust you've become used to.

"It does! Y-you do. You mean so much to me." Your tongue is numb, words tripping out of your mouth as you search for something, anything to placate him.

His laugh is a short, sharp sound. "Oh don't. I know that voice. That 'tutored in diplomacy' voice. You think you can negotiate your way out of this, but your beau is good as brown bread. And you're going to stay in this bed until you learn to behave yourself and be a good girl again."

His hand releases your throat just as your vision begins to blur. You take some deep breaths, trying to get the blood back to your brain, not sure what to say to him anymore. He's too far gone. Too deep in whatever twisted fantasy he's constructed. There's nothing you can do but try to appease him until he remembers himself.

"I really can't let him have you." The pistol presses between your legs, nudging at your large clit and pushing lightly against your tight little hole. "You're ours. And if you're not ours, then you're not anyone's."

He fingers the trigger once more, almost looking like he's contemplating it. Your stomach twists, ankles pulling at the chains as you instinctively try to close your legs against the intrusion. The tip of the flintlock presses between your lips, pushing insistently as though he plans to push it inside of you. You wish you could be confident that he won't.

"You're mine." His voice is softer now, affectionate and almost nostalgic. His eyes are trained on your hole, watching his pistol start to stretch you. "All mine..."

"Oi," The door opens to the only person who can get away with interrupting this moment. Lucky barely glances at you. "Boy's back for another arse kicking. It time?"

Etienne sighs and tucks his pistol away, giving you an absentminded pat. "We'll have to finish this later, princess. Your betrothed needs... seeing to."

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my cancellable kink could beat up your cancellable kink

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[Bonus to this]

How Xavier expresses interest in his most professional employee:

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Sssssssink into my coilssssss~ 

(OOC: Quickly sketched this sequence today after some unexpected inspiration ;v;)

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So basically dating Mothman would be great

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Thesis: We need to preserve the monarchy so that we can have princesses

Antithesis: We need to abolish the monarchy even at the cost of princesses

Synthesis: We need to abolish the legal powers of the monarchy while retaining princesses* for the common good of society

*as free-use playthings

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Monster Researcher Eclair crosses a river!

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predatory development & leasing practices coupled with stagnating wages have led to a preponderance of studio & 1br apartments that's rapidly destroying the realworld dark kink sexual market out here. it's gotten to the point where "i want you to put me in your basement/shed" is essentially the same thing as saying "i want you to fly me to monaco in your private jet." where is she even supposed to keep me tied up? the 4'x5' balcony? the open-floor-plan combination living room and kitchen? Enough.

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Chance Encounter by zencultist/(NSFT acct). Link to full NSFT here. (warning: Ovi)

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Some of you may not know that bad dragon has earned itself a very bad reputation over the years - most the independent fantasy toy community avoids their toys for safety reasons. Here is my personal list of rad dragon dong shops that deserve more love:

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I can't stop laughing at this anti-trans website's title for their article on binders. It's like they're not even hiding that this is a reactionary moral panic.

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younger subs (18-21 year olds) or new to kink subs, please make friends with other subs. please talk to people who aren’t potential partners about your kinks, please create safety nets for yourselves, please don’t let doms hold too much power over you. it’s easy to miss red flags or to misread them as part of the kink, having other subs to check in with can really help you be less vulnerable to manipulation or coercion.

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it's good for your mental health to have mutuals who are wildly horny about kinks which do nothing at all for you

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yeah i really need people to get down with dom bottoming more bc it’s so good. break that weird patriarchal association with bottoming being inherently weak and submissive and “taking it.” like fuck you i am taking it, i’m stealing it, it’s fucking mine, it’s literally inside me. i’m swallowing you, i’m eating you up. you are no match for my pussy, she’s ravenous and so buttery soft and wet. fool. you’re gonna be begging for her, you’re gonna wake up in the middle of the night wanting her, you’re gonna be daydreaming about her in the middle of a conversation and lose your train of thought