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um, if you're a cis "girl" but you feel like you want to be a boy or relate to being a guy, but especially want to be feminine and cunty but feel scared you have to be masculine all the time;

I think you are probably a guy and might have dysphoria and you should be a boy if you want.

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The way people now use AI for school and generally for "educational" purpose convinces me and more that not everyone deserves to go to school. Some of you belong in a tomato field

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HOLY SHIT I’ve read every single piece of pyramid head stuff you’ve written, I love it all so much <3

Would it be possible to request some Pyramid Head x chubby afab non-binary reader with a lot to do with that damn tongue of his and a breeding kink?

Thank you <3

I'm a very simple individual. I see an ask for Pyramid Head, I answer it with glee~

Warnings: Mildly Dubious Consent, Semipublic, Oral, Monster Biology, Tentacle, Size Difference, Body Worship, Breeding Kink, Creampies, Rough Sex

It shouldn't of been a surprise to you. Really, did you truly expect you weren't being followed? You let out an undignified scream as a large hand grabbed you by the back of your jacket, all but lifting you off your feet and slamming you into a nearby wall. If it were in any other building, you might have been thrown through it... Thankfully, the hospital walls were sturdy, and you were only left winded as the Red Pyramid Thing regarded you through his helment.

Or... you think he was trying to?

"O-Oof-! Fucking... S-Shit-!" You wheezed. Terror always pricked your skin whenever he was involved. He didn't know what 'gentle' meant... Though... you suppose that if he wanted to kill you, he just would- Still, you were totally winded, both from the blow that you took to the back and from heaving around some supplies that you stole acquired from the hospital along with a heavy metal pipe that you used as a weapon.

If only you could lose some of this damn weight-

"W-What-? W-Why...? What... are you-?" Before you had a chance to articulate your thoughts, a large hand blindly groped at you, all but smacking against your face and smooshing your cheeks together.

"..."

Of course he didn't say anything. You're pretty sure he couldn't, even if he wanted to. His touch was firm, bordering on painful, but stopped just short of shattering your jawbone like glass or dislocating it as he felt the contours of your face and the soft, supple skin that covered it.

"U-Um- U-Uh... M-Mmm...! Hmm!"

You clenched your jaw shut as the hand on your face moved lower. What the hell was he doing?! You had an idea b-but really-! Here?! Now?! Pyramid Head grabbed your chest and squeezed one of your breasts with enough force to make your limbs stiffen and tears to well in your eyes.

"D-Don't-! Not h-here! ...please-!" Your voice died in your mouth as his blind touching moved lower. You screwed your eyes shut and whimpered as he grabbed at your belly, almost trying to rub the fat of your abdomen in between his fingers before smoothing it out and pushing his palm flush against your stomach.

I-It... He- OH GOD-!

Your throat squeezed shut and your eyes snapped open as you felt something slimy and nearly room temperature slap against your face. The smell-! Your stomach rolled and you nearly vomited, but your closed throat wouldn't allow you to so much as breathe, let alone release your stomach contents...

The tips of your feet dangled off the ground, even as you extend your leg to desperately meet it. Pyramid Head held you up effortlessly with one hand balled into a fist in your jacket, as though you weighed nothing at all. His grip on your clothing led your stomach to show, and you twitched and shuddered as his clammy hand smack against your bare skin. He kneaded into your flesh, pushing and pulling and pinching and rolling it as though fascinated by it. Your head and neck involuntarily jerked away from the tentacle-like appendage- a... tongue?- that had slipped out from underneath his heavy helmet. What was underneath... You couldn't look. You shuddered and grimaced as his tongue wrapped around the underside of your chin, caressing your throat with more dexterity and gentleness than his hands could ever hope to achieve.

His breaths come out in moist puffs against your face. You jump as his helmet collides with the wall, creaking and groaning as he leans his weight into it. Or... was he moaning as he tasted and felt your skin? A shiver races down your spine and settles in between your legs as he pulls at your pants, a pathetic, gasp leaving your mouth as you meekly bat at his hand, as though you could ever hope to stop him once he decides he wants something...

"D-Don- H-HA-! P-Please... P-Please- M-MMMM-!~"

You're left naked from the waist down, save for your shoes and socks. No, no- No- It's so embarrassing! There are things walking around... People! It's not safe...! You gasp as the back of your knee is grabbed, lifting your lower half up until your leg is slung over one of Pyramid Head's broad shoulders.

Oh God- Oh fuck-

Your nethers were directly exposed to whatever was underneath his helmet. In this position, you could hardly move, only wiggle in place pathetically as your other leg was thrown over his other shoulder, leaving both of his hands free to do whatever he wanted as his shoulders and the wall kept you pinned in place. It was awkward, pushing your body together in a way that constricted your breathing but you couldn't really think about that when you were half naked in a hospital crawling with monsters with another in between your legs and his tongue flicking downwards...

"Ah-! G-GUH-?! Oh God-! GOD, PLEASE-!"

Were you begging for help, or for him to continue? Feeling his tongue slap against your upper thigh then slide up towards your exposed vagina was almost too much for you. No, it is too much! You can't do this! You can't do this!!! You don't want this! You don't... You- D-Do you-? Fuck. Fuck this! You can't think! You can't- You can't-!

His hands were still touching you, all over this time. Your fat tits, your fat rolls, your fat cheeks, lovehandles, thighs, ass, backfat... Your back tries to arch as Pyramid Head's thick, greyish-black tongue slides in between your folds and tickles both your clit and your entrance, teasing you with just the tip for long enough that your body had begun to heat up and wet pleasure was pooling in your core before pushing enough of it inside of you that your entire body jerked and you screamed loudly.

There wasn't any time to adjust or prepare, he was tongue fucking you with enough force to rock your entire body. All without moving his head an inch... Pyramid Head seemed to tilt his head downwards as you shook your head side to side, hand roughly coming to your face and pinning your head to the wall as though curious to your sudden movements. His breathing picked up, his other hand continuing to grope and squeeze your body in strange and nonsensical ways as the tip of his tongue hilts inside of you and starts flicking against both your cervix and your G-spot hard.

"D-DON'T-! S-SSSTOOOP!!! STOP IT! S-STOP! S-SSSSTOOOP!!!~"

You're wet and getting wetter. You're leaking, dripping everywhere... Every thrust is sloppy, loud, obscene sounds coming out of your hole as you clench over and over and over again... You whine as he removes his tongue with a POP! It retracts into his helmet for a moment, just a few seconds, before it reappears and slides up your shirt, beneath your jacket.

"Noooo... D-Don't...~"

Tears fill your eyes as you keen, pussy clenching at nothing as Pyramid Head's tongue slides against one of your nipples and cups your breast with its length. Your neck twitches and you bite your lip as he tickles your nipple with his fetid tongue. T-The smell... Your back arches and your clit and cervix throbs hotly as he grabs your ass, digging his fingers into your soft fat and pulling your cheeks apart with enough vigor that you could feel your entrance widen lopsidedly.

"F-Fuck- D-Don't touch me like that... I- I don't want- Fuck-!~ Why d-does it have to f-feel-!"

A loud moan suddenly rising to the back of your throat cuts you off as Pyramid Head's tongue suddenly releases your chest and slaps against your sex once again. Your eyes are glossed over with lust and your face is red from both embarrassment and arousal. Drool spilled over your lower lip and down onto his hand, coated in gore and dirt. His fingers ghosted around your vulva, feeling how your skin shifts and morphs as he thrusts his tongue back inside of the open maw in between your legs.

You couldn't stop cumming... Every small movement and sensation drove you over the edge into insanity. Your hips tried to buck upwards, you tried to grind your his, tried to fuck the black tongue violating you over and over again... You almost couldn't feel when it slid out of you again, but what you did feel was the head of his thick, hot cock slide against your labia and catch on your softened and drooling entrance.

"H-HA-!~ N-Nooo, nooo... C-Can't-! N-Not a-again-! ...g-get pregnant this time... C-Ca-Caaaaaa... Ahhh...~ A-Ah-!~ AAAAHHH!!!~"

As intimidated, as scared as you were, you forgot everything as he didn't hesitate to spear into your beckoning entrance. Why would he when you were already twitching against him and wordlessly begging for him to fuck his seed into you? Instantly you tightened around him, your body both trying to force out the painfully large insertion and involuntarily seizing as you climaxed again. He did this to you! He made your body react this way! What other explanation was there?! Why else would you be screaming in pleasure, surrendering your body to his will and actually crave for him to pump you full of his thick, stinking cum?!

Oh God you need it-! You need his cock, to be fuck, ravaged- raped by him and to be forcefully impregnated by him-!!!~

"Y-You're fucking me-! I'M GONNA B-BREAK!!! STOP-! I- I'm-! You're gonna fucking BREAK ME!!!~"

Your words came out as a shrill scream, almost incomprehensible and incoherent. Pyramid Head had released your face and instead grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing your head down in between your shoulders so you were forced to watch as more and more of his length was sucked inside of your body. I-It's really too much...! You were stretched beyond your limits. Tears, snot and saliva streamed down your face as you felt a painful pinch deep in your abdomen. You gritted your teeth and keened pathetically as the pain merged into mind and body numbing pleasure.

You can't-

YOU CAN'T FUCKING DO THIS!!!

A-Are you going to die?!

Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing... Or maybe you just wouldn't care at all. You could only babble and cry as you felt the entrance to your womb buckle repeatedly under Pyramid Head's powerful thrusts. No longer were they long and languid, taking his time to enjoy how your walls gripped around him and cramped from distress and pleasure. Now he was pistoning his hips into your bouncing, jiggling body with as much strength as you could physically take without ripping in two like a doll that was played with a little too vigorously.

Obscene sounds were leaving your body, screams, moans and whines, squish, squish, squelching of your pussy being fucked, your cervix being softened up for the upcoming flood that would taint and ruin you.

He's fucking destroying you, and all you can think of is how fucking good it will feel to be bloated with his cum...

"UGH-!~ GUH! Y-YEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAHYEAH-!!!~ DON'TFUCKINGSTOPFUCKINGMEYESYESYESYESYESI'MGONNAFUCKINGCUMAGAINFUCKFUCKFUCKRIGHTTHERERIGHTTHEREYESYESEYSYESYESFUCKINGGIVEITTOMEGIVEITTOME-!!!~"

A silent scream died in your throat as Pyramid Head groaned loudly above you. he grabbed your plush hips and forcefully pulled you down onto his cock, your eyes widening until they were nearly bulging out of your head as you watched the rest of his length slide inside of you, your cervix penetrated and the thick head of his cock slamming into the roof of your uterus.

You were already cumming, and couldn't stop even as you felt like you were actually dying. Something else inside of you broke, shattering into a thousand pieces as molten-hot cum exploded inside of your deepest point. Something important vacated out of your body, out of your mind, perhaps, as you were left staring blankly at your cock-stuffed pussy and the little bump that had begun to swell in your lower abdomen due to all the cum that filled your once empty uterus.

You only panted as Pyramid Head pulled out of you, keeping your body nearly folded in half so you were forced to watch how your pussy clung to his cock and yellow-white cum dripped out of you like a faucet. It's all still in there though... You can feel it, you can see it. Your vagina is a gaping hole, red-pink and almost breathing with a need to be refilled. Dirty fingers clumsily rub your swollen clit, a low groan rising to the back of your throat as your muscles clenched hard, a painful cramp somewhere near your bladder making you grit your teeth and arch your back. He hooks his fingers into your loose pussy, almost holding your weight up by it before suddenly pulling them out and shoving them into your mouth. You suck and lick on them mindlessly, eyes fluttering as you feel him shift your hips low again and his tongue caress the underside of your jaw, flicking up towards your partially open mouth before sliding in over Pyramid Head's salty, metallic fingers.

Another scream as he plunges his still hard cock into your sore, leaking hole is gagged by his tongue sliding down your throat.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

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Could i request some yandere headcanons for captain curly freom mouthwashing? Pre or post crash, whatever you want.

I've got some ideas for this man, you have no idea...

This is gonna be pre-crash, I hope you don't mind!

Warnings: Yandere, Obsession, Stalking, Clothing Theft, General Creepy Behavior, Somnophilia, Voyeurism, Masturbation

Another day, another long haul. Curly had assumed that it would be the usual four on the Tulpar. Himself, Jim, Anya, Swansea. It's all that was needed for a skeleton crew but no. At the last moment, there was a change of plan: there was to be not one, but two interns that would be onboard for the journey. Great... More paperwork. More work in general.

Curly flipped through both interns' files. Daisuke seemed unsuited for the job. No previous experience in the field, no previous work experience whatsoever. He was young, was from a rich family... Curly couldn't really glean much from his file, knowing full well he would need to meet the boy face to face in order to get a handle on him, but crossed his fingers and hoped he wouldn't be a massive pain in the ass. He sighed as he closed his file and tossed it to the side, fingering the second file on his desk.

Your file.

The moment Curly flipped it open, his breath seized in his throat and his heart skipped a beat. Oh- His eyes widened and his fingers trembled O-Oh...

Captain Curly's life took a drastic turn the moment he laid eyes on your photograph. Whether it was for better or for worse... Who's to say?

SFW Headcanons (Pre-Crash)

The very second Curly saw your company headshot, he fell in love with you. No, no- This wasn't just mere infatuation, not a crush, certainly not lust! It was... different. Far different from anything he had ever experienced in his entire life... It was magical. It was almost spiritual in nature, as though he was fated to be your captain on your very first excursion into space...

Curly takes your photograph and keeps it on his person at all times, and often looks at it when he's sure no one else is nearby. He also sleeps with it under his pillow...

He read your file over and over and over and over and over again... And even requested even more information on you, even things that weren't technically required for your evaluation but given Curly's tenure and connections, he received so much more that he expected...

Personal information, where you grew up, who your parents were, any other close family or any friends you had, your previous jobs, any pets you had, your social media posts, birthday, favourite colour, favourite foods...

You were nervous when you started the job, but Curly made sure to be extra attentive to you. He didn't want to come on too strong, lest he turn you off or scare you away. He really cared about you, after all!

He'd always interject whenever you were taking to other crewmembers, but in a subtle, nonchalant way. The way a good captain would whenever he was trying to get to know a new crewmember.

You talk about your favourite food? Wow, what a coincidence! That's his favourite food!

Perhaps he brings up your favourite band... Or claims to have a similar pet to the one you had in your childhood waiting for you whenever he comes home...

He just wants to make you feel at home...

Are you getting enough sleep? You aren't getting sick from space travel, are you? Have you drank enough water? If you like, Curly can tell Anya to open up some of the medical reserves you need something a little stronger that what's ordinarily provided by the company outright...

Curly keeps quite the close eye on you, unlike what he does with Daisuke, who he lets wander around aimlessly until he ultimately was taken under Swansea's wing (begrudgingly, but nonetheless-). Only Anya and Jimmy seem to notice this, both of who seem to have totally differing responses on the subject.

YOU ARE NOT TO BE ALONE WITH JIMMY

You really don't understand exactly what Curly feels towards you. You think that he's a good captain, trying to look out for everyone and that he's attentive to you only because you're new and uncertain of things...

Curly genuinely cannot remember how he made it day in and day out without you... You are only thing that he thinks about, the only thing he looks forward to every time he wakes up on the Tulpar and all he can think about whenever he goes to bed.

Your face is the first thing that greets him whenever he wakes up and the last thing he sees when he falls asleep...

NSFW under the cut~

NSFW Headcanons (Pre-crash)

Curly sneaks into your room whenever he has the chance. N-Not to do anything weird or anything like that! It's just company policy for him to make sure everyone is... upholding the company's values of cleanliness... and to make sure there's no contraband that's snuck onboard...

He ahem has stolen some of your clothing. Nothing that you would really miss or anything, just some company issued pieces that were due to be washed anyways... He always makes sure whatever he takes returns to your room clean...

God, if only you knew what you did to him every single day... Curly hasn't felt the need to touch himself to this extent since- fuck- since he was a teenager! Now it's every morning, every night, multiple times a day...

Fuck, what he wouldn't do to just touch you... just once...

Curly gathered the courage to sneak into your room one night. After all, there aren't any locks on the cabin doors... He didn't do anything, of course, just... lingered, watching you as you slept. Just observing, really.

Do you have any idea how cute you are when you sleep?~

He escalates over time. Getting a closer look at you, brushing your hair out of your face, pulling your blankets over you...

Eventually, sniffing your panties won't be enough to get Curly off. He needs to feel you...

One night, he attempts to get into bed with you. Slowly... carefully... He absolutely couldn't afford for you to wake up! Somehow, he doesn't wake you up, even after he boldly sneaks under the covers so he could curl up to you, body flush against yours.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck-

You smell so good... You look absolutely perfect when you are nose to nose with him... Curly can feel your breath touching his face and-

...you wouldn't mind if he touched himself, would you?

It would be quick! Fuck, so quick... He's never cummed so fast and he's embarrassed. What would you think if you knew? Curly can't ever let you know what he's already done, what he needs to get through every single monotonous day...

Mmm... Perhaps... sometime... He could return the favour and touch you too...

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The Mouthwashing characters all fall into specific categories when it comes to a sexual assault on board the ship:

Curly is the well intentioned man that WOULD have stopped things if he saw them unfolding before him, but you see, his friend wouldn’t do such a thing. He knows him! And… And if he did do such a thing… well, there has to be a reason to it all, and a way to fix things, so that everyone is happy…

Daisuke wouldn’t ever want such a horrible thing to happen, and would never, ever do such a thing to anyone. Why? It’s wrong! It’s a crime! …but if it were unfolding before him? He’d turn away. No, no… he won’t get involved. He can’t. What can he even do to stop it? He’ll be there for support after the fact, but his backbone is made of glass.

Swansea is a misogynist at heart that thinks men are men and women are women, and that everyone has their roles and that women are fragile and weak by nature while men are their betters. He would still beat the shit out of a rapist, after and/or during the act. A weak man punches down (though they sure can still yell all they want) in his mind. He still would rather not bloody his knuckles, though.

Anya isn’t the weak link. She isn’t weak at all. She’s more than her assault and more than her gender. But she was surrounded by men that knew better but didn’t do anything to protect her from “one of their own”. She’s the odd one out. Vulnerability that circumstances beyond her control thrusted upon her that was taken advantage of. Trust in others, in a system, obligations, that were all broken. They failed her, time and time again.

And then there’s Jimmy. The rapist.

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Senpai says you’re welcome

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Get to Know You Tag Meme!

Thanks @sinick for tagging me in this game~ 💕

Three Ships:

Talion/Zog (SoW)

Daniel/Alexander (Amnesia the Dark Descent)

…absolutely any of my OC pairings 💀

First Ship: …probably Zuko/Katara (Or Sasu/Naru 😂)

Last Movie: Stop Motion (great horror movie!)

Last Song: Botanica de Los Angeles by Xiu Xiu

Currently Reading: Blindsight by Peter Watts

Currently Watching: The Moomins (90s)

Currently Eating: Brownie with Vanilla Bean Ice Cream

Currently Craving: Strawberry Flavoured Push Pops (look the flavor is like catnip to me idk why lol)

tagging: @allofthefreedoms @prettycutebunny @moonstonevulture @cherrysodalite

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could I please ask for some yandere pav NSFW and sfw head canons?

As always, NSFW will be under the cut~

Warnings: Yandere, Dubcon, Face Fucking, Marking, Gun Play, Overstimulation

SFW Headcanons

He opens all doors for you, and pulls out/pushes in your seat whenever you use one.

You have so many nicknames: sweetheart, darling, radiant one, enchanting one, lovely, love...

Always, always, always has a hand on your body. On your shoulder, on your hip- he loves holding you by your hip...

Pav likes to play with your hair, mostly to just tease you a bit. He twirls it around his finger(s), pulls on it a little... maybe a little more under different circumstances...

He does the same with your collar, or with any necklaces that you wear.

Pav basically loves to tease you as much as possible, especially in front of others.

You are his, after all... If he isn't allowed to touch you, to run his fingers through your hair... Well, Pav is, and you better be damned sure no one else is allowed to do so. How else will he show that you are his and his alone?

Well, he has his ways...

NSFW

He's not different behind closed doors, but he loses the facade that he has crafted exclusively for pubic viewing.

You will either be naked the entire time you are behind closed doors or dressed in one of his shirts (unbuttoned, of course), there's no room for arguments.

So, so incredibly jealous, and more insecure than he'll ever admit. Any perceived kindness to another person will be seen as a threat to your relationship (if you could even call it that) and you will be punished for any transgressions against your bond or him.

Face slapping, spitting, spanking- oh yes, Pav loves to bend you over his knee and slap your rear until your cheeks are red-raw and you are covered in tears and snot (and arousal-).

If you aren't covered in tears and saliva and cum- Well, you always are, if Pav has any say in the matter.

He could face fuck you for hours. Maybe he has, you always lose track of time, having to focus solely on him and his cock, face stinging and burning from all the slaps you take, from keeping your mouth open so obediently for him as he chokes you with his dick...

Making you squirm is what he loves doing the most, be it from fucking you until you scream and beg for him to stop (even for just a moment, for fuck's sake!) or pointing a loaded gun in your face during the act, or even shoving it inside of you and 'pleasuring' you with it (even if you're screaming and begging him not to hurt you...).

Every sensitive place you have is often covered in bruises and bitemarks. You aren't allowed to hide any of them, especially when you are in public. What, are you ashamed of him and his love for you?! Who are you worried about seeing his love marks!? Does he need to remind you what real love looks like?! Feels like-?!

Pav cannot get enough of you... Fucking you is like a dream come true... He's done it in every position one could possibly conceive, for hours every single day, until you are coated in his seed and it is spilling out of nearly every hole that you have...

Makes you beg for it, even when you physically cannot take it anymore...

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

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One For the Collection (DATV- Butcher Daathrata/Fem!Reader) Part Two

What have you done? This wasn't how it was supposed to go... This wasn't how it was supposed to be! Please say it's just a nightmare, and that you'll wake up from it before it goes any further...

Warnings: Kidnapping, Noncon, Yandere Obsession

Your eyes flickered behind their lids as you faded in and out of consciousness. N-No… You can’t just slip away… You need to fight. You need to- It was repeated in your head like a mantra, bleeding in and out of focus like a foggy, fleeting dream. What was happening to you? What… 

“...mrgh…” 

There was a blinding, pounding ache behind your eyes as they fluttered open. Everything hurts… The lull of sleep tugged your eyelids down heavily and you were slipping away before you paused to consider the circumstances you would find yourself in once you reawakened for good. If you can wake up at all, then you are alive… Perhaps the Antaam threw you in the river, and the Crows managed to fish you out in time before you drowned… Or maybe a decent passerby saw your broken body on the street and dragged you to safety.  Anything would be better than in the clutches of the Butcher. Death would even be preferable, though you doubt you would know if you were dead or not. 

Maker, have mercy on you… 

Your hair was stroked, strands sticking to your sweat-covered face tickling your skin as they were pulled from your face. A dull pain spreads from your ear to your mouth, and you pull away from the tough even though a part of you desperately sought the comfort. It hurts… You whimpered, pinching your eyebrows together as you flexed your fingers and tried to bring your hands to your face. 

…tried? 

The self preservation that had been beaten into you from a young age instantly ripped you from the fatigue and trauma induced drowsiness that was clouding your judgement. Immediately, you realized that you were utterly fucked. Your hands were bound tightly over your head, leaving your shoulders’ stretched uncomfortably with knots that made escape an improbability. Improbable, you repeat to yourself, not impossible. Pinprickles made your feet itch. Both your ankles were bound, though not together. Instead, they were looped with rope and pulled upwards in such a way that you were unable to bend your knees or close your legs in any way. You struggled to stay focused on what was important: your survival and future escape, rather than the glaring issue that had your stomach squirming and heart pounding out of your ribcage. 

The fact you were totally naked… 

You fought back the stinging and burning in your eyes. A Crow doesn’t cry. An Antivan Crow never cries. Humiliation is nothing in the face of death, least of all failing on a contract given by the people. You struggled to ignore your nakedness in the face of cool air blowing through a loose tent flap. Where were you in Antaam territory? You grabbed your restraints with your fingers and began to claw at them, digging in hopes that you would find a spot that was loose enough to work your way under. 

“So… impressive.” 

Your blood froze in your veins as the Butcher’s voice hit your ears. Your eyes immediately flicked towards the flap gently waving and shivering in the breeze, but no. The Butcher was always there, you were just focusing on what was immediately apparent to you rather than looking at the big picture. 

Just like always, just as Viago and Teia always scolded you for doing- 

Silly, silly little child… 

You barred your teeth but still flinched as the Butcher closed the distance between you and him. Your mouth… There was a tightness that made every inch of your face, from the corner of your mouth, to just under your eye, to your ear, burn like hellfire. It crept up further, causing your eye to water involuntarily and down your neck and into your ear, where it burrowed in deep like an unwanted parasite. You gasped as a large hand came down towards your injured face. Your eye twitches uncontrollably and tears pour down your face, causing your injury to sting unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. There’s stitching… tight, but secure. Evenly spaced. Did someone suture the wound he gave you while you were unconscious? 

…what else was done to you while you were-? 

“H-Hnngh-!” 

Your voice came out as a pathetic squeak as the Butcher’s hand gently smoothed down your hair. He took several strands and worried them in between his fingers, allowing them to slip in between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, as though he were admiring it, admiring you. 

“W-What the- t-the hell are y-you-?! URK-!” You couldn’t stop the tremble in your voice, nor could you stop the cry of surprise that left your injured mouth as the large qunari cupped your chin and gently stroked his thumb against the curved slit that extended across the side of your face. 

“So skittish… Not unlike the cats you always fed while prowling Treviso’s streets…” You flinch and squirm against your bindings, struggling not to hyperventilate as you once again become acutely aware that you are very naked and the knots weren’t budging, no matter how hard you began to struggle against them. 

“S-Sto- If y-you’re going to kill me, then do it! J-Just do it!” Your voice slurred slightly, the pain in your cheek and lips preventing you from fully forming your words, not helped by the saliva that gathered in your mouth. The Butcher regarded you silently for a moment, studying your face intensely before the corners of his lips tugged upwards and he began to laugh. 

“‘Kill you’? Now, why would I do such a thing?” Your eye twitches as he stroked your sore jawline. It made your skin crawl and a sickening feeling pool in your gut. 

You should just bite your tongue off… You can’t let him… He can’t- 

“W-What are y-you… W-What-” You grit your teeth and snapped your eyes shut as the Butcher’s large hand drifted down towards your neck. 

“Hrmm… So delicate… Fluttering like the wings of a little songbird…” He stroked your bulging pulse, putting enough pressure on it that you felt dizzy and like you were about to pass out. 

“J-Jus- K-Kill me…” Your words are slurred by the tension in your neck and jaw. Your eyes are wild with fear, but just under the surface, there’s something else that scares you more than the humiliation and terror that you are being subjected to. 

The Butcher laughs softly, chuckles, in such an intimate way that you would have balked if you weren’t frozen in fear and pain. 

“No… No. A bird may be pretty stuffed above the mantle, or perhaps hanging from the wall… with a fake perch and fake, glossy eyes…” The Butcher’s voice was almost a growl. Or perhaps a purr… You drew your lips into a tight line as his other hand cupped your outer thigh, caressing it with his broad, rough palm.

“But one alive, capable of singing… Capable of fluttering its pretty little wings against its cage…” You nearly choke on your own tongue as his hand slid around your thigh. The Butcher could nearly hold the thickest part of your thigh with a single hand… Your skin crawled and a cold sweat broke out on your body as his fingers rested just a hair’s breadth away from your exposed delicate bits. 

“Now that is a gem worth keeping…” 

Your breath caught in your throat as the hand on your thigh began to smooth its way up your abdomen. Every muscle, every inch of your skin twitched, revolted against his touch. It… tingled. Tickled you and caused your stomach to twist and lurch the further up he went. You pulled at your wrists, then at your ankles and knees. Damn it- Damn it- Fuck- FUCK- SHIT- M-MAKER- MAKER, PLEASE! 

PLEASE LET THIS BE A NIGHTMARE-! 

“D-DUN’T-! GUH! F-FUSSSHH-! S-STOOOP IT-! D-DUN’T DO ‘S-’SSS-!” He wasn’t choking you. That might have been the worst part… Your heart slammed out of your ribcage, pounding against your skin as he rested his hand on the left side of your breast. The Butcher narrowed his eyes, taking in a deep, sharp breath before suddenly exhaling and leaning towards you. 

“I can’t stop it… Perhaps I would, if I had the means to…” His hand lingered on your chest, fingers gently gliding against your skin until he was cupping your breast in his massive hand. 

“...though I doubt it. Truly, you are something that I dare not part from…” Something in your core tightened as he squeezed your breast, his nose bumping against yours and his horns blocking out any other sight that wasn’t him. The Butcher’s other hand leaves your throat and travels up to your face and cups your mutilated cheek and runs his thumb against the sutured-together skin. Your eyes widen and blur from the tears that welled in them. The Butcher had the gall to wipe them away as they fell down one side of your face, and you force your mouth to twist into a sneer, even if it was pure agony to do so. 

“I will n-never- never- never-” The words die in your mouth as a thumb passes over your hardened nipple. A shock unlike anything you’ve ever experienced before runs through your body, from head to toe. Your facial expression changes for a brief moment, from stony and disgusted to girlish and wanting. The Butcher purrs at your new reaction. You muster the saliva needed to spit in his unflinching face. 

“...T-Treviso will be freed from you, Butcher…” He regarded you with the same unchanging, unwavering, infuriating look of longing that he’s worn since you first failed in your foiled assassination attempt. A wet splotch landed just to the side of his mouth off from your target that was one of his eyes. You tried to fix the look of fierce determination on your face, but it ultimately wilted under his intense eye contact. What other things are watching from the other side…? It made you look away, humiliated, as he flicked his tongue against the saliva you spat on his face. 

“Perhaps… Someday.” His tone is almost sing-song. Muscles you never really used before clench at nothing as he tilts your head up and gently brushes his lips against your own. 

“Not today, little bird.” He presses against you, your body tensing and your eyes stinging as he kisses you. No, no… This wasn’t how it was supposed to be! How could it have been- Why like this?! It’s chaste and to the point. He pulls away but keeps his hands on your body, your naked body… 

“...call me Daathrata, will you? I would much prefer you to sing my name than that garish title others have given me.” Daathrata says with a sharp smile. You struggle to hold in your tears as he leans down to kiss you again, his hand wandering away from your face and down to your other breast as his other hand slips further down towards your waist.

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Fear & Hunger Cahara/Reader Sneak Peek

Warnings: Dubcon, Disgust Towards Sex, Sexual Content

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Soooo... Enki as a bottom.

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NEED MONEY FOR BILLS!

Hey everyone!

Bills are coming due and I'm in desperate need for money!

Commissions will be open!

Also, if you don't want to commission, any money given through my Ko-Fi here or my Patreon here would be greatly appreciated!

If you don't want to commission or donate, that's alright! If you could reblog this, that would be great help too!

Commission details are:

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Any characters

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Commissions will now be starting at 15$ per 1,000 words, so:

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2k = 30$

3k = 45$

...and so on!

Lengths can vary!

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[mara-xx217]

NEED MONEY FOR BILLS!

Hey everyone!

Bills are coming due and I'm in desperate need for money!

Commissions will be open!

Also, if you don't want to commission, any money given through my Ko-Fi here or my Patreon here would be greatly appreciated!

If you don't want to commission or donate, that's alright! If you could reblog this, that would be great help too!

Commission details are:

Any fandom

Any characters

OCs welcome

From E for everyone to E for explicit

Noncon/Dark content welcome

Feel free to dm

Commissions will now be starting at 15$ per 1,000 words, so:

1k = 15$

2k = 30$

3k = 45$

...and so on!

Lengths can vary!

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

[mara-xx217]

DATV The Butcher/Reader P.2 Sneak Peek

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Fucking mood omg

you ever have it that the food in your fridge just doesn’t register as food? I have a problem where I’ll eat peanut butter sandwiches repeatedly while having a stuffed fridge bc I look in there and am like “hmmm….but that’s not actual food. cant eat that.”

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