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bayetea · 1 month ago
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I don't like the judo flip in moa as much as the next guy but in my eyes it's largely the result of rick not taking female violence half as seriously as male violence (a result of viewing women as weaker and inferior to men such that their acts of violence don't need to be taken as seriously) and not so much anything about annabeth herself. like I do genuinely feel that annabeth is a complex heroine and definitely one of the better ones in the realm of ya action-adventure fiction produced in the past 25 years but she is still a girl being written by a man and all I'm saying is that her writing clearly reflects that sometimes (more in tags)
#case in point: the amazons#hazel: you keep slaves????#kenzie: no. the men just know their place#like...... sure jan. the parody of amazon the company isn't actually using immoral labor the workers just like it that way 🥰#but that line about “knowing their place” would not fly the other way around#because women in power are not taken as seriously as a group of men dominating female workers would be#(we could talk about the futurama amazons too in this context because it's pretty much the same issue of female violence not#being taken seriously and played for laughs instead. iykyk)#do you guys know that trope of girls who are just comically aggressive and mean towards guys who barely reciprocate the energy#(like the majority of the female cast of naruto falls into this trope. again iykyk)#it's like a shallow attempt to write a strong female character by just making her an Angry mean nasty man-hater#or it's just a validation of some nerd's worldview that women are just always so mean towards men who never do anything wrong#and they definitely don't have power over women in society women are just Like that. for some reason#anyways if you couldn't tell by my pfp I'm an annabeth fan so I definitely don't mean this in an anti-annabeth way#just in a Critical of the way rick portrays women way#specifically women that he wants to come off as strong/powerful#and if you are a fellow annabeth stan and feel upset by this all I can say is that it isn't a bad thing to be critical of the way our faves#are written and in fact critical reading is a very important skill to exercise 👍#this is also why I'm annoyed by the “annabeth is abusive” allegations because it's like Ok she's clearly not intended to come off that way#so instead of meaninglessly antagonizing annabeth (who isn't real) or fans who enjoy her/the ship in its entirety#what can we glean about the flaws of the writing. what can we glean about biases of the author who wrote the damn thing#(not saying I even agree with the allegations to begin with because I Don't but yk)#this whole thing stems from social constructs around gender (everything else in the world does) i.e. public reception to female violence#where real world female violence isn't taken seriously so female criminals face less harsh punishments OR the other way around and female#cruelty is received as even more egregious than male cruelty because how dare a woman be anything but kind and nurturing and angelic#btw this is not a safe space to be anti percãbeth/annabeth in my notifs keep that to yourself bud 👍#rr crit#pjo hoo toa#percy jackson
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kirstoons · 2 months ago
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SDV Sebastian x Female Farmer (Yandere)
Author: Me (Kirstoons)
Editor and Queef: @gayrahim
Content Warning: Smut, profanity, smoking, foreplay, fingering, praise kink, yandere, plus other kinky smutty stuff, iykyk
Uses Y/n for your enjoyment. I’m not a writer so please be nice. I did this during a manic episode so I was pretty damn hyped
Chapter 1.1
Summary: You eagerly go to see Robin to discuss plans to renovate your house and end up running into Sebastian. When you’re left alone with him, things start getting weird but you kinda like it.
After tending to the farm on a cool, crisp Autumn morning, you make your way to the mountains. You’re excited to have finally saved enough money and supplies for renovations on your old farm house. You’ve worked hard and put in so much effort to make this farm and house a home. You’ve come to adore it. You’re ready to finally have it truly reflect the vision you’ve had in mind since day 1.
Even though you’re excited to see Robin and beginning planning all the renovations, you feel a tinge of nervousness knowing that you’re likely to run into him. Sure, he’s been nice enough to you and you both share the same friend circle, but there’s always been some uncertainty you have about him. You catch him staring at you when he is with Sam and Abigail. Instead of turning away when you catch him, he continues staring relentlessly. You always end up turning away, red in the cheeks, cause seriously, what the FUCK is staring at?! You feel like you can never escape his gaze. No matter when or where the group hangs out he will always position himself in perfect view of you. He once made Sam move seats just so he could have a better view! Of course, he played it off as it being too drafty over there, which I knew was total bullshit, but it was enough for Sam.
It seems like he takes any opportunity to touch you. Sitting on the couch, your knees will touch. Walking around town, his hand will brush against yours. Sometimes, when he talks directly to you, he’ll place his hand on the small of your back. It gives you goosebumps just thinking about it. What really takes the cake is how he talks to you when no one is listening. The first time it happened, you brought over a round of drinks at the Stardrop Saloon. As you handed him the frosty glass of beer he looked at you lazily but gave a coy smirk and softly purred “Good girl”. Honestly, you didn’t need a mirror to know how red your cheeks were.
It was confirmed by Abby’s concerned look and commenting, “Uh Y/n, I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. You look pretty flushed.” Of course it made him snicker since he was well aware of the reason my cheeks were beaming red like the tail lights of a truck. Abby’s comment, combined with his laugh and Sam’s stupid, oblivious expression only made the glowing redness worse.
He also said something similar after they walked you home that night, and he hung back just to whisper, “Be a good girl, and go straight to bed. I’ll know if you disobey me and there will be consequences.” I chalked it up to being wasted cause there’s no way I heard him right.
With all these instances and all your evidence, you’ve still convinced yourself that you’re just reading too far into it. Maybe it’s a joke or his own little game or maybe it’s just all in your head. You shake off those memories and try to ignore the feeling in your gut that’s screaming at you to avoid him at all costs. Instead, you focus on the excitement you have for your future house plans.
When you enter the large cottage, you’re greeted by Robin’s warm smile. “Hi Y/n! How can I help you?”
Unable to hide the eagerness in your voice, you reply “I’m ready to upgrade!”. You pull out a binder filled with drawings, magazine cut outs and other references for your vision, and place it on the counter between you two. Robin clearly looks taken aback seeing how much time and detail you’ve put into this.
“How bout we go over this over coffee?” she offers. “Plus, we can spread out more on the kitchen table.” You feel that tug in your gut telling you not to venture further into the house. But you push it aside and merrily agree, following Robin into the kitchen. She kindly pulls out a chair for you which you nervously sit in knowing that this seat has its back to the door of the basement. Fuck, you think to yourself. Robin starts preparing the coffee so you take the opportunity to look over your shoulder at the door. I’m here pretty early and the door is shut so I’d hear him if he comes up here… hopefully he’s still asleep. Even if he’s awake, he doesn’t typically leave the basement much. You let out a small sigh of relief at the reassuring thoughts and turn back towards Robin as she places the steamy cup of coffee in front of you. She definitely noticed you looking at the basement door.
“Sebastian is here if you wanna go say hi. I’m sure he’d be alright with you going down there to say hey. He’d chew my head off though if I went down there”, she lightly giggled at her last comment.
“I’m alright!”, you respond a little too fast. You quickly change the subject to your house plans and you and Robin both start diving into the binder.
Robin seems pretty impressed by the time, effort and research you put into your house plans and even gives a little praise. It fills you with a sense of pride mixed with embarrassment. You both continue discussing your ideas when you comment, “I really love the lightness of the birch wood, but I would love to see some examples of the wood stains you have in stock before I make my final decision.” As the sentence flows from your mouth you hear the steps creak and approaching footsteps. A shiver runs up your spine knowing that he’s ascending the basement stairs.
You try to retain your composure while Robin responds to your last comment, “Sure! I’ll go grab them from my work room.” Shit! You should offer to go with her just so you can avoid him, but you’re too late. She’s already out of the room and he’s already turning the door knob.
*click*
The door gives a soft, brief creak as it swings open. You freeze in place, your grip on the mug tightening along with pressure in your chest. The basement door shuts gently with the same click noise it opened with, then everything falls silent. You don’t dare move or look back at him. You’re then hit with an overwhelming and familiar feeling. You haven’t turned to him to check, but you can feel him staring. It makes you feel vulnerable, self conscious… dirty. After what feels like forever, he finally moves to walk past you to the kitchen counter, making certain he brushes against your arm as he passes.
Tilting your gaze up slightly, you take in the full scene before you. Sebastian’s back was to you. His jet black hair glinting in the sunlight streaming from the kitchen window was a complete mess, as if he had just woken up. This theory was supported by the loose hanging pajama bottoms that revealed the top hem of his underwear. He also wasn’t wearing a shirt. His pale skin looked even paler against his dark hair and pants and he was surprisingly more sculpted than you imagined for a tall, lanky programmer. While his body was fairly slim, his muscles were well trimmed. You had to admit to yourself that he definitely looked damn good.
He continued fixing himself a cup of coffee with his back to you and you secretly prayed he wouldn’t turn around till Robin got back. No such luck. He turns to you, while stirring his coffee with a metal spoon, and flatly asks, “Top off your coffee?”
You look down at the mug which is now nearly empty from the unconscious, nervous sipping you were doing. You glance back up at Sebastian who’s waiting for your answer and you try to form the words but don’t even know which words to form. Finally you squeak out a barely coherent “yes”. His expression remains disinterested as he walks over and places his hand on your mug to grab it, but he pauses.
“Yes… what?”, he coos, forming a sly smile. What the hell does he want you to say? Are you not minding your manners or something? You can only think of one reasonable response.
“Yes… please?” Your clear confusion makes him grin wider as he takes your mug over to the counter.
Robin pops around the door frame and a wave of relief washes over you. “Hey Seb, have you seen the stain swatch board I had in my workshop? I could’ve sworn it was at the end of my work bench but I can’t find it anywhere.” Oh no.
“Nope. Did you check your wood shed? You always put random stuff in there.” Sebastian said casually, not looking in her direction.
“Yeah, I’ll go look out there, and… hey!” She playfully points a finger at him. “Be a good host”, she teases and then disappears back behind the corner.
He continues to pour coffee into your mug and grabs a small bottle of “Sweet Cream” creamer from the fridge. He adds a fair amount of cream to your coffee, making sure you can see exactly how much he adds. He makes sure you’re watching as he begins gently stirring your coffee with his index finger. “No clean spoons.” he lies. He pulls his finger out and fully inserts it in his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around it as he slowly pulls it back out before reinserting it in the coffee. However, this time he added his middle finger. He does a few more swirls with the two fingers before he opens his mouth to lay the fingers on his tongue. He closes his mouth around them and spreads the fingers to opposite sides of his jaw, allowing his tongue to penetrate the gap between the two. He then confidently waltzes over to you, setting the warm mug of heavily-fingered, caramel-colored coffee in front of you. “Drink up” he purrs.
Uncertain of what the hell just happened, you take the mug in your hands and take a small sip. If you hadn’t just watched Sebastian finger-fuck your coffee, you’d be inclined to ask how he knew how you take your coffee. It’s your absolute perfect ratio of cream and coffee, which is surprising considering you tend to like more cream than the average coffee consumer.
You’re about to place the mug back on the table when Sebastian firmly commands, “All of it.”
You sheepishly look up at his face as he stands above you, watching and waiting for your next move.
He’s joking, right? Just goofing with me…
You continue to look at him hoping to call his bluff but his expression remains stern and unyielding.
Oh Yoba, he’s not joking… This has to be a nightmare.
You meet his gaze one more time hoping this is just some sort of elaborate prank. With every passing second Sebastian seems to be growing more impatient. With a small tremble, you lift the mug back up to your lips and drink. You’ve barely made a dent in the warm beverage when you feel Sebastian cup your chin and tilt your head back further. The hot liquid careening through your mouth and down your throat. In your stunned state, you let out a small moan to try to keep yourself from choking on a large amount of liquid gushing into you. You blink away the little tears at the corners of your eyes as you try to take it all in. The whole time Sebastian is looming above you with a menacing smile, making sure you get every drop.
When the cup empties, you gasp desperately for air. You only manage a few inhales before Sebastian forcefully pushes his lips against your open mouth and begins exploring every crevice of warm, coffee-flavored mouth with his tongue.
This… am I dreaming? This can’t possibly be real.
You remain frozen as he continues to forcefully yet passionately kiss you. Your mind is spinning with disbelief making you incapable of response. He finally releases your lips still leaving you questioning your sanity. As he turns to head for the basement door he leans down to whisper in your ear “Such a good, obedient girl. I’ll have to reward my girl later for behaving so well”.
You’re left in a daze not knowing what to think or feel. You don’t know if you want to scream or cry or run away. You finally are able to regain control of your body and shift uncomfortably in the chair attempting to readjust.
Shit.
You didn’t even realize it till you started moving that you soaked through your panties. You feel the all too familiar redness burn your cheeks and you contemplate what to do next. You completely forgot about Robin until she proudly marches in with the pine swatch board. You try your best to compose yourself and not think about the last ten minutes or however long it was.
As you and Robin continue talking it gets easier and easier to focus on the plans rather than the small mess in your panties. Thankfully Robin is so consumed by the house plans, she doesn’t notice your rosy, pink cheeks or your still clearly flustered speech. You can feel your cheeks and state of mind returning to normal until you hear a text notification on the phone. You pull your phone from your pocket and glance at the notification on screen.
-Sebastian-
You could feel your hair stand on end as you anxiously opened the message.
-Go with the birch. Natural-
You quickly turn your screen off and shove your phone back in your pocket trying to refocus on Robin and cabinetry for your kitchen. The rest of your conversation goes without a hitch and the previous excitement you had is finally starting to return.
“Okay, so I think the only thing left is the wood choice and color. Have you made a decision?” Robin smiled at you, awaiting your answer.
“I think I’ll go with the birch wood. Natural, please”, you reply.
Robin beamed excitedly as I took some final notes in her notebook. You both gathered and organized the binder you brought over and headed to her store counter. As you ironed out the details of payment and scheduling, Robin added, “There will be one night where you can’t stay in the house. Between the construction, dust and paint fumes, it’s just not a safe environment to sleep in. I know it’s kind of short notice, so, if you can’t find somewhere else to stay, you’re more than welcome to spend the night here.” She gave a warm, genuine smile when extending the invitation, making it far more difficult to turn her down.
“I really appreciate it but I’ll probably end up staying with Leah,” you politely declined.
“Well, if you change your mind or things don’t work out, the offer still stands.” The voice sent a cold chill down your spine. You turn to see Sebastian has re-emerged from the basement and had clearly been listening to your conversation.
“Of course,” Robin agreed with her son. “In the meantime, I’ll get started with the blueprints and head over tomorrow morning.” You mustered the best smile you could for Robin and avoided eye contact with Sebastian as you quickly departed. Part of you was glad to take the long walk back to give yourself time to process all the crazy shit that happened.
Was it a dream?
As you walk, you’re reminded of the wetness in your panties.
A wet dream?
You scold yourself for being turned on by something insane and continue to sit with that self-contempt as you trudge your way home. You hated what he did to you, but more than anything, you hated that you enjoyed it.
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