#but I’m scared to even write it in fear of people hard blocking me or coming to my IMS to yell at me

[cheernerds-a]

also just wanna reiterate since I’m getting new followers <3 this is a horror blog, prim is a horror character that I created based off of lots of medias I have watched throughout my childhood : there will be gore, there will be blood, there will be talks about demonic possession, cults, mutilation, cannibalism, trauma, and death, and anything else that could fit into her story that I can’t put into words at the moment. if you don’t feel comfortable, you can softblock and that’ll be understandable to keep yourself safe. and if you do feel comfortable, then you can stay for the journey and enjoy the random lore drops I post once in a while about her — I just don’t want hurt anyone with the way I write prim, but I also don’t wanna hold myself back with the way I tell her story up until her last days

[starkura]

oh my good looking boy. | obanai iguro

note: not proofread, may be ooc

wordcount: 732

Obanai was a strict and unforgiving person. It was hard to build relationships with him due to his high standards. However, there was something about you that made him forget about his rude behavior. You’re cheerful and patient nature made him less fearful of you. There wasn’t anything for him to be afraid of. You slowly gained his trust day by day, and soon, you two were inseparable. When you’re both separated, you both write letters to one another. No matter how separated you two are, you guys always keep in touch.

You always figured that Obanai and you were very close. He talked and behaved comfortably around you, it was different compared to how he conversed with others. Obanai trusted you with his life. But, you didn’t exactly know everything about him. Obanai never mentioned anything about the bandages that covered his mouth. You were always curious about it, but he seemed avoidant and vague the first time you asked about it. So, you didn’t ask about it after the first time.

In truth, Obanai had reasons as to why he didn’t want to tell you. For one, he didn’t want to retell his traumatic past to you. He rather not have you know that side of him. And two, him imagining the number of reactions you could have to the scars underneath his face terrified him. Would you be disgusted by him? Would you be horrified by his scars? He didn’t want to lose you, one of the only people in his life that could make him feel at ease.

It wasn’t until one early morning when his bandages unraveled off his face. He woke up in the morning from a bad nightmare that included you and him. Obanai was gasping for air, his bandages were blocking his airflow. He didn’t realize it, but he pulled them down to breathe properly. He slowed down his breathing in an attempt to calm himself down. Obanai quickly started to panic again when you open the door to his room. He didn’t know what to do, he was usually swift with his movements. But, in this moment, his brain just froze. When the door is fully open, you see the sight of Obanai’s scars that follow his mouth. You were shock to see the scars that were imbedded into his face. Instead of being disgusted or horrified, you were absolutely worried. You had a tray of food prepared for him, however you dropped the tray and rushed to his side. “Obanai?” You say in a worried tone. His face was in your hands, and all Obanai Iguro could do was cry. “I'm sorry you had to see this. I know, I look horrifying.” He said softly. You wipe the tears off his face. You look at him with a sorrowful look. “Obanai, you don’t look horrifying.” You said reassuringly. He shook his head as a response. “You can tell me how it is, you don’t have to sugarcoat it.” He said. You move Obanai’s hair so his face has your focus.

Your fingers brush over his scars, feeling the roughness of it. His face is still as beautiful as ever, even if he thinks his scars make him hideous. Your mind started to wander, how did this happen to him? You give Obanai a small smile, tears slowly start to form from your eyes. You bring Obanai closer and wrap your arms around him. “I’m so sorry, whatever you went through, I’m so sorry that you had to go through that.” Obanai’s eyes widen and wraps his arms around you. You look back at him while still having your arms around him. You look right into his turquoise and yellow eyes. “I hope you know that your scars don't make you any less beautiful.” You look at him with a heartbroken look. “I didn’t show you my scars because I was scared that you’d be disgusted by them.” He admits. “I could never be disgusted by you Obanai.” You could tell that Obanai still had some worry and doubt, you wanted to reassure him that you didn’t think any less of him. Your hands moved to his face once again and you leaned in closer to him. You kiss his scars and then his lips. Obanai just sinked into you. You could sense that he was returning back to his calm and collective self again.

[fallenwhumpee]

I got a prompt I wanna see!

A whumpee who can shapeshift but it's moreso based on their emotions and mental state. I've been dying to see a caretaker walking in on poor whumpee mentally going through it in a monster like form. Does the caretaker know this about whumpee and calm them? Or get scared seeing a monster in whumpees room?

Hope this is entertaining for you to write! :D

Human

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Transformation, nonhuman whumpee, broken bones, unintentional self harm.

One would think Leader was born without emotions. Be it in a normal day or one spent fighting, that face eerily stayed still, and there was nothing, nothing on that face. Not even a twitch.

It drove Caretaker mad.

But now, Caretaker was ashamed. They had thrown up their anger on Leader when Leader was the only reason they were still alive. But Caretaker had been too focused on the people to realise that they were spitting insults at Leader. Insults that made their face red as they thought about.

And Leader looked hurt, the stone face cracking for the first time in ever.

Caretaker felt more and more guilty as they thought about it. They wanted to believe that Leader knew Caretaker wasn't at the best state of mind when they told about those. Leader would understand Caretaker didn't mean any of it.

It took Caretaker a good while to build up courage and get to Leader's door.

"Leader?" Caretaker asked, muttering curses to their meek tone. They leaned closer to the door, not hearing anything. "Leader." They called again. They didn't want to intrude, but they had to get the guilt out of their chest. It sounded too selfish like that, but Caretaker ignored the thought and turned the round doorknob. It was kind of hard to open and different from the rest of the base.

Caretaker was surprised to meet with the pitch black room, their eyes tricking them to see a monster in the room due to not adjusting yet. They reached the switch blindly, turning on the light and... freezing.

The monster wasn't a trick their eyes played.

Now that there a sent any wall blocking the sounds, Caretaker could hear bones breaking.

"Get away," a growl disturbed the sounds, coming out more like a murter than actual words. The pain in the voice shook Caretaker, but Caretaker couldn't answer. Not when they could see Leader on the floor, their hands holding their neck as claws threatened to grow from their hands and digging into their skin.

Caretaker opened their mouth to speak but a weak stutter was all they could get out.

Leader’s body shuddered, muscles expanding with sounds of rubber bands snapping and a thick, white fur growing and disappearing as their skin resisted the change. The growls filled wkth pain were primal, each one causing Caretaker to flinch. They couldn’t move, their legs rooted to the spot by pure fear. The scene was surreal, like something out of a nightmare.

Caretaker now understood why Leader always took the enemy alone.

“Get away!” Leader’s voice was a desperate cry. Their eyes, usually so cold and reserved, now flashed with a mix of fear and anger.

Caretaker forced themselves to breathe, to think. They knew they couldn’t just stand there. Finding logic among their thoughts, they forced themselves to think how they could help. But what could they do against... this?

But Caretaker couldn't back down. “I’m not leaving you,” they said, voice trembling, not even convincing themselves.

The air got thick with the scent of blood and sweat as Leader tried to resist. Their eyes, now a fierce, glowing amber, locked onto Caretaker’s.

“Leave,” Leader howled through gritted teeth, fighting to retain a sliver of humanity. “I can’t…control…”

"No. You won't hurt me," Caretaker muttered as they stepped closer.

Leader's breath hitched, tensing. "It was so close. I could've lost the team."

"But you didn't," Caretaker said as they kneeled in front of Leader. They reached to the big claws and gently removed them from Leader's neck.

"I... I was going to lose the only thing that kept me sane. That kept me... human. You... you were right. I-"

"No, I was wrong, and you did your best."

Leader shuddered, bones beginning to break again as their form began to get more humanoid. "But it was so close. They could have died there and I was useles, weak!" Leader breathed, each word a struggle as they fought against themselves. The raw

“Listen to me, Leader,” Caretaker said, their voice steadier now, despite the fear throttling them. “You’re stronger than this. You’re the reason we’re all still here. And we need you to calm down.”

Leader’s amber eyes blinked, the human behind the beast slowly crawling up to the resurface. “I’m… I’m a danger,” Leader rasped. “I can’t… not after... I'll lose it once I see Whumper."

“Yes, you can,” Caretaker insisted. They tightened their grip on Leader’s clawed hands, refusing to let go. “You won't give them the satisfaction.”

Leader’s growls softened, and the monstrous form slowly gave way to the human figure Caretaker knew so well. Leader’s body trembled violently with the effort, but Caretaker stayed where they were.

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, Leader slowly slumped against the wall, drenched in sweat, entirely human again. Their eyes were closed, their face contorted in pain and exhaustion. Blood was dripping slowly from their neck, but the claw mark was small, as if it was from a cat.

Caretaker let out a breath they hadn’t realized they were holding. They gently brushed the damp hair from Leader’s forehead. “It’s okay. You’re okay.”

Leader’s eyes fluttered open, the usual stoic mask shattered and replaced by vulnerability. “I’m… sorry,” they whispered, voice hoarse. “I never wanted you to see this. Pain is usually enough to anchor me, but this time, I lost my control.”

"Usually?" Caretaker almost shouted.

"Just... just not now, Caretaker," Leader sighed and closed their eyes again.

Caretaker had to bite their lips to stop themselves from asking. "Okay. Okay, not now. But... but I'm having you in infirmary as motivation to the team, and you are going to give me a lecture about insulting a higher up and acting too emotional. I was scared, and I took my anger out of you. It was wrong and this... is my fault, in a sense."

Leader stood up slowly, their every joint popping. "I'm sure I can do something about that," they said and offered a small smile.

Caretaker decided that they would give world's just to see that smile again.

[softxsuki]

i wanted to know for the urgent request if it could be for the obey me! boys, mammon, levi, satan, asmo, and barbatos when reader has been really down and depressed and even told them they thought about committing so they comfort them for it? i haven't gotten any comforting recently and i love your writing so i was hoping you could do this :( <3

Obey Me Boys Comforting Reader With Depression

TW: PLEASE DON'T READ IF MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, AND THOUGHTS OF SUC*DE WILL MAKE YOU FEEL WORSE RATHER THAN COMFORT YOU. THANKS

Pairing: Mammon x Gn!Reader, Levi(OM) x Gn!reader, Satan x Gn!reader, Asmo x Gn!Reader, Barbatos x Gn!reader

Warnings: mentions of self-harming and old/new scars, depression, and mentions of reader wanting/thinking of taking their own life

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: In which the boys find out that MC is feeling depressed and thought of taking their own life, and that they also self-harm, so they provide MC with comfort in their own way :)

[A/N: Kya!!! Thank you so much for trusting me with your urgent request! I hope I did an okay job with it. It's been a little while since I last played Obey me, so I cam very much behind with it (and I'm stuck on the regular game bc I can't level up mu cards fast enough. rip) but I really hope this brings you some kind of comfort. I'm here if you ever need anyone to talk to if if you just need someone to listen to you. Feel better soon <333]

Mammon:

Mammon notices the sudden change in your mood straight away since he’s always around you

He does his best to try and cheer you up without directly confronting you about it

So he’d invite you out with him and might even spoil you with pretty things in hopes that using his money on you helps distract you from whatever you’re feeling

But that all changes when he sees your self-harm scars

Fear fills him and he knows he can’t just avoid the topic anymore, he doesn’t want to see you in pain or have you harm yourself anymore

So one day when you’re out with him in town, he softly takes your hand and leads you to a bench away from the hustle and bustle of the town

He’s a little cautious, he’s not really good with being direct about his feelings, especially not with you because he gets so nervous and this was serious…he was scared to mess up

“Y’know MC…I may not be the best person to go to about troubling things in your life, but I want ya to know that I’m here for you. I…don’t want to lose you. Actually, I can’t lose you–never. So maybe things are hard for ya right now, but you’re one of the most important people in my life. Your problems are The Great Mammon’s problems as well, so let me in, won’t ya?”

He’s awkwardly rubbing his neck now as he feels his face heating up, but at least he got everything he wanted to say out

So when you do open up to him about your depression, self-harm, and thoughts of taking your own life, he feels relieved that you are finally speaking about it with someone, but he’s also scared that you’ve been feeling that way and he had been trying to ignore it for so long

He’s scared to let you out of his sight after that, so if he shows up to your room at 3am with a spare pillow, you know why

Mammon’s always inviting you to his room as well so you can watch stuff together until you fall asleep

Extra clingy Mammon who’ll probably bug you about how you’re feelings every few minutes, but at least you know someone cares

You’d find all your issues slowly dissolving as he covers you with love and attention, just don’t block him out

Leviathan:

Oh boy, Levi is very overdramatic when he finds out what’s been going on with you

He’s beyond scared to lose you–you’re his only best friend after all, the one who truly understands him and cares for him unconditionally

“I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize MC. I’m such a good-for-nothing. I can’t even tell when the person I care about the most is going through a tough time. Y-you’re amazing MC! You’re one of the best people I know, unlike all these other normies out there. You’re always so kind to me and I just hate that I couldn’t be there for you when you needed me…”

Yeah, he’s definitely beating himself up about it because how could he not realize???

“You’re always here for me, that’s why you’re the only one I felt comfortable telling this to. Please don’t blame yourself…I kinda didn’t want anyone to know at first; I thought I could deal with it on my own…” You’d explain to him

He’s a little relieved to hear it, but it still won’t make him feel any better

Levi is always throwing himself in the ground, so not being there for you at a time when you really needed him AND when he could have potentially lost you, scares him to death

Like Mammon, he keeps you by his side, but in your room since he sleeps in his tub and that’s not very comfortable for you LOL

He’d move all his games and game stations into your room and make a little base there to stay by your side until you’re feeling better

He probably goes to one of his older brothers who are more responsible like Lucifer or Satan and asks for their advice (without giving you away ofc. He’d make it sound like one of his online friends are dealing with this issue since you only trusted him with this info)

He’s very awkward and shy at times, but he’s glad that you trusted him to let him in on the pain you were feeling internally. He makes it his mission (literally, like he’s playing a game, but knowing that it’s far more serious) to get you back on your feet and in a better mental state

And we all know Levi is good at games, so this is one he won’t fail either :)

Satan:

Satan reads a lot, books of all genres, so he picked up on your sudden change in behavior very quickly and he’s actually the one who goes to you first to talk about it

“What’s going on?” He bluntly asks one day when you’re in his room reading with him in a peaceful silence

That catches you off guard…did he know? You could see the serious look on his face so you decide to just open up to him about everything; the depression, the self-harm, and even the thoughts that flash through your mind of taking your own life

Satan listens silently as you speak, taking in all your words and you see his eyes soften the more you reveal to him

“I see…” he’s lost in thought for a moment, but then stands up and walks over to you, taking your hands in his as he leaves a gentle kiss to the back of your hand. “I knew something was up, but I wanted to hear it from you before I assumed too much. I’m sorry you’ve been feeling this way. I’m here though, and now that I know what’s going on, I’ll do anything and everything I can to ensure you feel better.”

And he really will

Whenever you come over to his room to do your daily reading together in each others presence, he spends his time reading books on mental health that give him plenty of advice on how to best help you

He isn’t overbearing though, he gives you your space and allows you to reach out to him whenever you need him, only checking up on you when it seems appropriate so you don’t feel suffocated, but deep down he is worried and scared to lose you

So he offers you his own help, but also asks if you’d like to go to the human world to see or speak to a professional who might be more helpful to you than he could be

He even volunteers to go along with you if you don’t want to go alone–he just wants you to be happy again to not feel so claustrophobic in your own skin

Whatever you decide to do, just know that you have his 10000000% support

Asmodeus:

This man is very dramatic as well, but in a different way than Levi…

He throws tons of compliments your way in hopes that they help lift you up, but really, he’s better at giving physical acts of care

SO, your self-harm scars? He goes out of his way to wash them up and lotion them up, pressing small kisses the the older scars and newer ones as well

“Even with these marks, your skin is still as soft and beautiful as ever, darling. My lovely MC, I’ll do everything I can to take care of you from now on. I’ll pamper you everyday and remind you how much you mean to me, so please don’t harm yourself any longer…”

Asmo isn’t one to be very serious at times, but he knows now isn’t the time to joke around with you, so he’s uncharacteristically very serious, yet still as charming as ever

He’ll treat you to extra tight hugs and kisses, a little scared to let go in fear that he’d never be able to hold you again, so bear with him a little…he can be a bit suffocating

He isn’t the best listener or remarkably great at giving advice that doesn’t have anything to do with fashion or beauty, so he’d probably go to Lucifer for help, or maybe even Solomon, who’s more familiar with human emotions like depression

Anything you need or want, Asmo will get it for you

Get ready to feel more loved than you’ve ever felt before in your life

Barbatos:

He knows…of course he knows, Barbatos knows everything 😀

The first time you attempted to self-harm, he was there to stop you, so you never even got the chance

What he didn’t know about though was your thoughts of attempting to take your life, since you never actually made the move to do it, you only really thought about it

So when he sits down with you to hear you out about attempting to self-harm and you open up about your other darker secrets as well, he’s shocked

Momentarily, it’ll show on his face, but he’ll catch himself and gently smile to you as you continue to speak your mind

He doesn't want you to feel embarrassed by any of this or to beat yourself up for getting caught or for feeling what you feel–you were human and humans experienced moments of intense emotions that they can’t control sometimes, he understood this very well

“Oh dear MC, I am relieved that I was able to stop you this time. Though, I must admit I do feel particularly regretful that I am not able to read minds so I could put your own mind to rest from your dark thoughts. Now that I am aware of everything, I shall do my best to assist you in recovering mentally”

He’s not the most emotional guy out there, but you know he cares for you and when Barbatos dedicates his time and attention to something, he WILL get it done

Barbatos takes your hand in his and presses a delicate kiss onto each of your fingers, and leans his head onto the back of your hand, in almost a way that he’s ready and willing to serve you (not that he didn’t already, but it’s more of like his own way of physically showing his dedication to you??? Does that make sense? KINDA like when a knight is knighted and vows to protect whoever he’s assigned to??? Am I making sense? hopefully…)

He doesn’t need to keep an eye on you because he’d be able to stop you anyway if you ever decided to do anything drastic, but he does free up time in his busy schedule to be with you, he’s dedicated to serving Diavolo, but you very quickly become his number one priority (you already were, but he was never aware of it himself lol)

I don’t know, but I just feel like Barbatos is such a soothing person to be with, his voice is like silk, it wraps you up like a warm blanket and feels like a big tight hug when you need it the most

SO I imagine you’d feel better pretty quickly with all the attention he’s giving you, and the warm tea he makes you????! You’re set for life, get ready to feel brand new

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 7/11/2023

[i-am-nefelibata]

HAIIIIIIIIIII

Let me start with saying you are SO SO SO talented and your work is SOOO beautiful and amazing and wonderful and oh my fucking GODS

You are a wonder

And your art style tastes like cinnamon buns :]

I love PJO and HOO with my whole heart 💗 and im so happy I see people who do as well

I wish you the best of health and happiness and my art block passes by quickly for you

As an artist I stare in awe at your work

I’m proud of you

You may be talented but hard work is still what made you the artist you are today

I’m so genuinely happy for you even if I don’t know you

Sorry if im being so out of…. I don’t know

I’m a poet and an artist so I tend to be weird in a compassionate way I guess

I have a fear of people but seeing artists and poets and wonderful people making art in many ways just inspires me to say “wow you are amazing” even if im scared shitless right now 💀

If I’ll ever right English poems I could sent you one if you’d like :]

Okay im done ranting I promise

With much love and respect

- Ray of midnight storm ⛈️

Hi Ray of Midnight Storm 🌧️,

Wow, your message truly made my day! 🥺 Thank you so much for your incredibly kind words. I’m honestly speechless, and I’m so grateful to have connected with someone as passionate and caring as you.

I use my art as an escape method to my problems and seeing people enjoying the one thing that I feel myself doing brings my heart a lot of warmth.

Knowing that my art resonates with you in such a way is beyond encouraging. It’s people like you who inspire me to keep creating, even on the days when inspiration feels distant. Your words have such warmth and sincerity, they really mean the world to me. I’m so touched by the way you described my work, and that you see it with such admiration. And honestly? Knowing that a fellow artist and poet finds something meaningful in my art fills me with so much joy!

PJO and HOO are such incredible worlds, aren’t they? It’s wonderful to find others who share the same love for them. It’s like we’re all part of a big, creative community that keeps growing and thriving together.

I want you to know that your support and your words are incredibly motivating. It’s not easy to put yourself out there, especially when you’re feeling scared, but you did, and that’s so brave. I feel truly honored that you chose to reach out to me. Please know that your poetry would be more than welcome! I would absolutely love to read anything you write whenever you feel ready to share it. 😊

Thank you again, from the bottom of my heart, for this beautiful message. Sending you lots of good vibes and hoping that your creativity continues to flow effortlessly. Stay awesome, and take care!

(Sorry for the long talk)

[acapelladitty]

Can I ask for some writing and fandom advice? This might be kind of long, so I hope that’s OK.

I recently started writing my own fanfics but I’m scared to actually publish because a lot of them deal with dark topics (noncon, dubcon, abuse, forced captivity, that kind of stuff).

I’m a big DC and Marvel fan (I’m in other phantoms too, but those are my main ones) and I particularly like villains, so I’m usually reading and writing about characters where it makes sense to explore those dark topics. For reasons I don’t totally understand, I find dark fic hot and cathartic.

I know there are others like me who are villain fans and who like dark fic so I know there would be a target audience and part of me wants to share it with them…but I’m very wary of the purity culture push in fandom spaces. I know that sometimes people who write darker content can get very hateful messages, or mass blocked, or even doxxed in the worst cases, and I’m scared of the possibility of that backlash.

Have you ever had to deal with that kind of backlash? And if so, how do you manage it? Do you ever struggle with guilt over liking dark fiction?

I've not really had any backlash with my writing and I like to think it's because I'm respectful of the things I'm portraying. I don't condone or defend any of the actions, I only portray them in the way I could see them occurring as part of that canon.

I think people catch hate because they revel in underage content and incest (which gives me the fear) as well as non-con elements. Non-con is generally more 'accepted' but won't be when they're mixed with those other topics as it leaves a really bad taste in people's mouths.

I don't struggle with engaging with works which have some darker elements (hard bdsm, non-con, toxic relationships etc) because these are things I know are interesting to explore in fiction but would repulse me irl. If I ever did catch flak for my writing then I would wait to see what the person's problem was and if it was something that required discussion or an explanation.

[hellsvestibule]

By the way guys like i do always try to trigger tag anything really gory or nsfw or even put it under cuts if it’s real bad/I’ve been drawing and posting light guro on and off for like a decade by now some of it more or less sexual so like if that does really bother you I think you should unfollow no questions asked no hard feelings I don’t want people just seeing things on their dash that triggers them but I’m also not gonna hamper my self expression to make other people who like my tamer art comfortable. I’m just a bit surprised when other people are surprised because I’m like very open about my love of gore I think maybe people just forget I’m a freak because I try to be nice and friendly

I could like go through and specify which tags to block bc I know I have some followers who are afraid of needles or bugs or whatever and I tend to just use the straightforward #gore #needles type of tags bc otherwise I would have to write an encyclopedia of trigger tags just so I can indulge in my weird horror fix. I get that it’s tricky to navigate but I do try to communicate openly and if someone needs specific horror tags there are 2 options, you can ask politely or you can unfollow but either way I don’t want people acting like I’m bad for subjecting you to it, you sincerely, don’t Have to follow if you’re scared I might screw up and post something you can’t handle and don’t tag properly (which is a valid fear! If you have a lot of pain related squicks or triggers idk what else to tell you, however my blog is genuinely just. Not a safe space for people who are generally averse to horror, and if you followed me for something more specific and or innocent I’m sorry bc I can in fact be normal sometimes but also that’s tangential. It’s not what we’re advertising on the label

[concealeddarkness13]

WHG 20 Behind the Scenes

This one is from Primary’s perspective, since Asher is sent to them after the chariots to see if Asher can be a vessel for Primary. Tagging: @ratracechronicler, @maple-writes (thanks for Asher!), @pen-of-roses, @drabbleitout, @grailfish, @forthesanityofsome, and @pied-piper-of-hamlet!

Primary stared up at the ceiling from their body, not able to do anything, not able to go anywhere. They could vague hear the voices of their seeds, begging them to stop the plan, but they just blocked them all out. They could sleep whenever they wanted. Primary had to stay awake forever, not able to know anything about the world except for when they possessed someone for an hour. They weren’t strong enough to possess someone who had a soul for any longer, and they had to wait years to do it again afterwards.

They knew they weren’t in their right mind anymore, but they didn’t care. They would watch the world burn to even see it.

People were walking closer, and Primary reached out but could barely tell them. Just that there were four people. One of them was shoved closer, and they reached out to them. He had strong defenses, so they needed to talk. You are to be my new vessel? And what makes you a worthy candidate?

He was scared. “No, thank you. I’m not a worthy candidate, sorry.”

They didn’t believe him. Hmm. They pushed a little harder, and well, that was interesting. It seems you don’t have a full soul. It didn’t mean anything though. Does that idiot scientist think that I can even destroy half a soul? I can’t destroy directly what my blood created.

He nodded, but he was pushing back. He was strong. “What do you mean by that?” His voice softened. “And what should I call you, do you have a name?”

It was nice to talk to someone who wasn’t screaming in fear. And could actually hear me. The Peacekeepers and scientists couldn’t hear them. My name is Primary. I created everything, and therefore cannot directly destroy anything. But in creating everything, I became too unstable and would have destroyed everything in my death if I hadn’t imprisoned myself and put myself in stasis. But I have been conscious these thousands of years, and I don’t care what price I have to pay to restore my body and live again.

He nodded, trying very hard to look calm. “That must have been hard to bear for all those years.”

It was. They pushed harder against his defenses, and he was getting weaker. You can’t imagine the agony. So be a good little dear and give up your soul for me.

He stiffened. “If you give me time, I, I can try to help you. To let you go without taking me with you!”

I can’t talk to the scientists, and they don’t know how to free me. And would you consciously be okay with destroying the whole world to let me out? No, of course not. So, give up your soul! They pushed hard on his defenses. He felt like he was close to breaking.

“No, but-” He was so close to breaking. “No!” They had gotten through the cracks in his defenses, but he pushed them back. And…they were getting weak. They weren’t strong enough to fight against someone yet.

They started falling back from him. I can’t get…a tight enough grip. They turned their attention to Vani, the failed vessel. I need that girl back…

The boy went limp. “Leave the girl alone, please.” He was gasping for breath. “Wait just a little longer, Primary, I will try to make this right for you.”

He was lying. He would never help them. Never. You’re a liar. I will have the girl despite anything you may try.

He shook his head. “Even if you try, even if you take her again, even if you torment her more, I will not leave you here to suffer. Even if I die next week, I will make sure someone comes for you. You don’t have to believe me, Primary, but I am not a liar.”

They pulled back into the corpse, not hearing anything else. They were so tired, and they couldn’t even sleep.

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Hi can you give me some advice on how to be more confrontational instead of ignoring the problem completely ? I feel like this is something I need to work on, being someone whose really scared of rejection or abandonment and I feel like its actually blocking me from having stable relationships with people. Thank you in advance for your insight! ⛵️

Girlllll (genderless) I struggle very much with speaking up for myself at times. In certain situations I just shut down because I have this overwhelming physical response. Sometimes I think it’s my intuition signaling this person isn’t safe to open up to, and my trauma saying it too. But ultimately what I’m learning is that by not speaking up, I’m hiding myself from them and I’m trying to control how they perceive me which is a form of manipulation (don’t take it as you’re manipulative, we all manipulate things to a degree). So sometimes it’s about feeling the fear and speaking up. Not always, you need to still use discernment and assess the situation but many times the fear is in our body and minds. What if you said what needed to be said and let whatever that person chooses be their choice. All you can do is be you and they can take it or leave it.

My advice is feel the fear and do it anyway. Be afraid of speaking up but still do it. It will help you heal your trust in yourself when you show up to defend yourself. You may shake when you do it but still do it. I had a super toxic boss before my current job and it was the hardest thing for me to speak up for myself in the exit interview but I’m glad I did it. I couldn’t look at him but I did it. Because sometimes if you don’t speak up, the person will never know and can never change. That means people after you may be hurt by them too.

I also recommend writing it out. Sometimes writing helps clear your thoughts and you can communicate more clearly that way. Try handling confrontations over text or email or by letter sometimes. You can even say, I struggle speaking up for myself but am trying to practice saying hard things and at this stage I can write it out, please read this letter in its entirety and let’s find a time to talk about it.

When it comes to tasks or things I need to handle, sometimes I just can’t handle them but I write out to do lists a lot so I don’t forget. If you don’t address it, eventually you will be forced to and then that hurts even more. I’ve also been learning that when you don’t handle things it stays in your mind and fogs up space you could be using for other things so sometimes it’s just, I need to get this done. Most of the time I say follow your feelings but sometimes you have to do stuff you don’t feel like doing because it needs to get done.

I have to pep talk myself for this stuff sometimes like, “come on bitch! You got this, 500 words pshaw, knock it out” Stuff like that. I find talking to myself like I’m a friend is very helpful in motivating myself.

Hope some of this helps you! It’s a learning process but the more you do it, the better you become at it.

[influencermagazineuk]

Max George, the 36-year-old singer from the popular band The Wanted, recently shared a deeply emotional story about his health scare. Speaking in an interview, George revealed how he faced a life-threatening heart condition that led him to write his will while in a hospital bed. The Diagnosis That Changed Everything George’s health concerns began when doctors diagnosed him with a condition called "2:1 heart block." This is when the heart beats more slowly or irregularly due to a problem with its electrical signals. The news hit him hard, as it made him realize the seriousness of his situation. Credits: Instagram The singer explained how he went from feeling completely fine to being told that the bottom part of his heart wasn’t functioning correctly. He couldn’t help but wonder, "What if the top half stops working too?" Fear for His Loved Ones George admitted that his biggest fear during this time was for his family and girlfriend, Maisie Smith, who is 23 years old and an actress. He worried about how they would cope if he didn’t survive. "When you hear something like that, you start thinking about the people you love. I thought about Maisie, my family, and my two little nephews. It made me realize just how much responsibility I have towards them," George shared. Writing His Will from the Hospital The most shocking moment came when George decided to write his will from his hospital bed. Convinced that he might not make it, he picked up his phone and began outlining what to do with his belongings. This happened before a major surgery to fit a pacemaker, a device that helps the heart maintain a regular rhythm. The operation was scheduled after George’s blood pressure and heart rate dropped significantly, leaving him feeling like his body was giving up. A Close Call George recalled one of the scariest nights in the hospital on 13 December, when he felt his neck tightening and his body weakening. "That night was the worst. It felt like everything was shutting down, and I truly thought I was dying," he said. Fortunately, his surgery was scheduled for 18 December, and the thought of finally getting help gave him a sense of relief. "I was absolutely buzzing when I found out the date," he said. The Surgery and Recovery The operation lasted about three hours, during which George had a pacemaker implanted. This small device was placed under his skin to ensure his heart would beat properly. When he woke up after the surgery, the first person he saw was Maisie. "Seeing her face was the best feeling. It was the moment I felt like myself again, like I truly had a heart," George said. George was discharged from the hospital on 23 December, just in time for Christmas. He referred to his pacemaker as his "little friend" and called it "the best Christmas present I could’ve ever wished for." Moving Forward with Gratitude George has been open about his recovery process, often updating his fans on social media. He shared that the pacemaker was placed under a tattoo he got in memory of his late bandmate, Tom Parker, who passed away from brain cancer in March 2022 at the age of 33. Credits Instagram This placement has a special meaning for George, as it makes him feel like the memory of Parker is protecting him. A Journey of Reflection The health scare gave George a chance to reflect on his life, relationships, and responsibilities. It reminded him of what truly matters—his family, his loved ones, and his health. "Sometimes, it takes something this big to make you stop and think about everything. I’m just grateful to be here, alive, and surrounded by the people I care about," he said. Life After Surgery Since the surgery, George has been focused on his health and making the most of every moment. He continues to share updates with fans and has expressed gratitude for the support he’s received during this difficult time. George’s story is a powerful reminder of the importance of health, family, and love. It shows how even the toughest challenges can lead to moments of growth and gratitude. Read the full article

[sometimesrosy]

How bad is it to try and write several projects at the same time? I feel like I always make up stories that are too big and lose the drive when writing them, no matter how planned they are. Maybe if I’m writing more than one or two I can keep going as the changing of project would make me recharge for the other? Am I even thinking correctly? Honestly I haven’t written anything seriously this year and it’s taking a toll on me, I’m really itching to write but I’m just scared and hesitant.

It's hard to say what is the best way to write a story. Because everyone has a different process. In fact. Every STORY needs its own different process.

So I can't say it's bad to write several projects at a time because it's only bad if it doesn't work for you.

Which-- well-- it doesn't seem to be working for you, so maybe it IS bad. Or it's bad right now, because you're in a place where you're scared and hesitant and overwhelmed.

You WANT to write. And it's draining you NOT to write. Although you can't maintain the momentum to keep going while you're writing. It does seem that switching between stories might help with that but you're still getting stuck, so chances are the block is coming from somewhere else.

Fear. What are you afraid off and why? Is it the old mean voices in your head saying you can't? Is it fear of showing it to people? What you can do for this is to lower the stakes. Pick a shorter story with a less "important" topic. Write it by hand in your journal. Ooh. Try typing it in COMIC SANS. I've heard that actually helps. The unserious type like releases the anxiety grip. You can't get afraid when it's written in comic sans.

Overwhelm. Your stories are too big and you can't pull all the threads together, since the outlines aren't working. Write a smaller story with fewer characters and a simpler plot. Write something more intimate. Write something that will easily take you from plot point to plot point without confusion. You can always add more later if it's too simple.

Finishing. Make a commitment to FINISH THE BOOK. Just finish the first draft. No other goal. How do you do it? You commit to writing every day. Take the decision fatigue out of the equation by making it part of your daily routine. You can make the commitment fit your daily schedule. When I first started, I committed to one page a day. Sometimes I wrote more. I finished my first book in a year of writing an hour every day before work. Did I ever do anything with that book? No. But it taught me that I can finish a book. I had the ability, and I never had to ask myself if I could again. And therefore, I was always able to finish a first draft and if the first draft didn't make it to the end, it wasn't my failure as a writer but a problematic book that didn't work out. The next one would be better. Finish the book, whether it's good or bad, and therefore learn to have faith in your own ability.

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

THIS is a good/mature take on this! I’ve seen so many people say this to mean ““don’t do anything not family friendly ever and be a parent to each and every child on your blog”” and that turned me off the concept as a teenager, recognising that that was obviously ridiculous… and that lead me to some really weirdchamp Adults. Making a good point incredibly badly, or exaggerating a good point until it becomes weird and toxic, can hurt even more than making a bad point.

I used to be in the shipping discourse community, and the amount of adults (both “pro” and “anti”) who dedicated their days to mocking teenagers opinions and sending people after them was… immense. They exposed young people to inappropriate content- be it pornography or incredibly violent and triggering death threats- to get them to hate the other. It felt like the line changed every day, you had to have different opinions each and every day to fit in. And you wanted to! Because they were adults! You trusted them and thought they were cool and kind and you got so excited when they acknowledged you and you felt so mature and proud!

… yeah, no wonder grooming is EVERYWHERE in those communities. It’s sheer LUCK I wasn’t- i very nearly entered a RP with a groomer who targeted several members on the “pro” side, which was where I identified from 14ish to a little before I turned eighteen I believe. Those communities foster it by encouraging inappropriate relationships with adults and minors, and I don’t mean in the fiction they discuss, that’s irrelevant. My issue with the communities has very little to do with bad fanfiction opinions, it’s their toxicity and harmfulness. Minors on the other side were fair game to either harass or at the very least treat as Scary Evil Monsters, adults on your side were inherently the Safe Ones no matter whatever the fuck they said.

It fucked me up. I spent my teenage years convinced only a very select group of adults would ever care for me. I was fucking petrified to leave my circle, because I was convinced I would be harassed and harmed in every way for writing dark fic as a coping mechanism. I hurt and attacked people- I know why a lot of people have me blocked, and I don’t at all begrudge them for it. I was awful! I didn’t try to be, but I was aggressive because I was scared. Because that’s what those communities build. Fear. Fear of outsiders, fear of speaking up, fear of being doxxed. For me, with extreme moral anxiety, I was convinced if I ever stepped outside the ideas I was told were okay, I’d be an awful person who deserved to die. These communities are deeply predatory towards OCD people by their very nature.

And you know what? I wanted to leave so many fucking times. But I didn’t, until I’d found a safe community that I felt comfortable with outside of it and able to cut myself off from the toxic quagmire I’d found myself stuck in. And that was hard, because adults on the other side were also attacking me! My uninvolved friends were getting attacked just for being my friends! That left me even more petrified of leaving. It proved to me that the place I’d nearly got groomed in, where I often felt uncomfortable and alone, was the only place I’d ever be accepted.

And that’s like… bad? Can we not do that? I don’t want another kid to go through what I did, it sucked and left me with shit I’m not sure I’ll ever unlearn, because of adults that harassed me for liking dark fic and other adults who made me feel dependent on them and their community.

I just think it needs to be said that adults have to regulate themselves in online spaces in a way that is responsible for minors in fandom spaces. This will be long im sorry.

And im not specifically talking about adults with lists of DNI minors and block anyone at or under a certain age as well as make it clear their blog may not be safe for minors (ie spaces with a lot of nsfw content). Though curating an experience is a big part of being responsible of course. This post though is mostly delving into adults' behavior and how you need to be aware of your behavior.

For example, if you're an adult who purposefully curates a blog dedicated to fandom discourse, harming other people in the fandom, vagueing, and just having general toxicity about people ESPECIALLY when the targets of said harassment and toxicity are often the youngest in the fandom this is something you really need to reevaluate yourself about for a million reasons but including how this harms and serves as a poor example to younger people what a fandom space is meant to be. Like when I see minors involved in these types of toxicity, not to say they shouldn't be informed or held accountable or the ppl harmed should forgive them, but as an adult I mostly feel sad. I feel sad because I hope they're going to be okay when they're my age and look back on themselves. I hope they're safe esp when the adults around them act like this kind of behavior is normal and okay even though they've long graduated high school (even though ot wasn't okay then either for the record). Like does it not bother you that you're an adult who feels superior sending hate campaigns and ask box harassment and cyberbullying to minors on the internet because you're insecurities are that large and you've no ability to regulate them healthily? Does it not bother you that you teach young ppl in the fandom to do similarly by your actions, and affect their experience? Does the harm not bother you?

Because it should bother you. When you grow up especially in online fandom spaces you do need to be more aware of not only your words in general, but how many people may look up to you and use you as example and that you have a responsibility to be healthy online for the sake of yourself, others, and esp the youngest of the fandom.

Because it hurts to think ppl can grow up in fandom to think "oh sending kys and gore and dead animals over [insert discourse] plus potentially bigotry is normal because everyone around me does it and I want to fit in and I also fear speaking up against the adults who do this because you know the harassment".

And you might say "well cup im just gonna block all minors the end I get to harass people forever hahaha haha!" And well okay, but for another post (plus ones I've made before) there's still a million reasons this is fucked up you see but I'm just focusing on one aspect rn in this post.

And then there's the adults in fandom who all of a sudden hit my age and all they do is belittle kids and the way they act and there is all of a sudden a Certain Maturity that needs to be upheld for Everyone but Especially Adults.

So on the first point this includes adults who are like "I hate kids!!!! They are so [insert anything negative]" and it includes any comment to meta/writing/art/etc that is like not allowing a younger person in fandom to grow. Like the way I talked as 11 years on the internet was incomprehensible and frankly would've been subject to "omg kids are so cringe ew!" For sure these days, ig I was lucky my online friends were also 11 at the time. Looking at my old fandom Meta posts when I was 15, like I could imagine the way I see adults talking about takes like "oh shit I was worse!" Which is just a bag full of insecurity for me, but I also can't imagine being young in fandom and directly experiencing such critiques all the time. Like does it not bother you, once again? That you don't want to see kids in fandom grow into their creativity and co-exist safely in fandom as they do in public and experience overall and public joy? Why do you hate I mean hateee kids as an adult and why does their joy spark hate and misery in you (you might need therapy or to work that out srsly). And do the effects of your actions not bother you? What do you think you're doing other than silencing the creativity and joy in people and invoking ways to people please or for minors to Act Mature (in reality acting the way these adults want to avoid harassment ofc!) Instead of of course just experiencing joy and fun and community as they would normally.

And that brings me to my last pt of the effects of you hit [adult age] and must Act Mature and not Care About Cringe Fandoms or Watch Cartoons and do anything that would indicate you god forbid Don't Have a Real Job. This is the reality for growing up in fandom its finite once you're 19 no more Cringe of course /s! Because I've been subject to this take before as a criticism, and I've seen essays about how adults who watch Bluey are destroying the world forever, and I can take it because I go to therapy and I'm secure in my own maturity where it matters and joy where it matters. But imagine how younger people in the fandom feel. Like you're basically telling kids "btw once you're at Adult Age you must stop having fun forever and you must have a Real Job (or Education) and stop enjoying Immature things like fandom (even though I am in fandom btw im not a hypocrite saying this) or you're a freak immature adult who will never grow up". Like wow.

Like the conservative and near unnuanced take of to be Mature you need a real job (whatever that means) and to only watch adult shows in a normal manner (again whatever that means) aside, like you're really telling kids to grow up and be insecure. I'm serious! Like of course as you grow up it's important to mature no duh, but with real maturity means realizing there are times to be serious and there are times to enjoy things. Maturity doesn't mean I can never watch bluey god forbid else I have a not real job or become media illiterate as a consequence (esp when actually marketing wise a lot of kids shows are meant to also be entertaining for adults watching with their kids... and lo and behold your media literacy doesn't go away magically the moment the show starts). Like you really want younger ppl in fandom to be miserable and grow up miserable and create a cycle of miserable lest they become Cringe Adults that watch a harmless cartoon and enjoy it.

I'm never good at ending rants like this but conclusion. Get a grip on yourself and insecurities and be really careful how you foster fandom community for yourself but also to those that grow up in these spaces too.

As always add on/send asks/correct me/add nuance/etc. ❤️

[c-is-for-circinate]

Wait, isn't "anti" stuff more like "anti-pedophilia" and stuff? Like, you have a point about anti-porn attitudes, but from what I've heard just "anti" on its own means against stuff like kid porn and incest porn and legitimately f*cked up sh*t like that.

Okay!  So this, I think, is actually a great example of what I was talking about, and a really useful thing to understand.  (CW rape, child abuse, etc)

Smarter people than me have written much better essays about why policing thoughtcrimes is a bad road to go down, and I will probably reblog some of them next time they cross my dash for more context.  What I want to talk about is the trigger mechanism, the ‘oh, this looks like danger!!!’ immune response in how we look at different kinds of porn, and how that applies to anti culture.

Here’s the thing: I am anti-pedophilia.  I think that, for most people, that’s a stance that largely goes without saying!  Adults who prey on children are bad.  I’m also against incest; relatives who prey on their family members are bad.  Above all I oppose rape.  Sexual predation of any kind is bad.  In fact, I’d say that’s the most important item on the list.  There is plenty of room to argue about where the lines are between ‘adult’ and ‘child’ and how teenagers fit in the middle, and there’s plenty of room to get historical about the lines between ethically terrible incest, distasteful-but-bearable “aristocratic inbreeding” between distant cousins, and the kind of consanguinity that tends to develop in a small town where everyone’s vaguely related to everyone else by now anyway.  The core of the issue is consent, and it has always been consent.  Pedophilia and incest are horrific because they are rape scenarios where the abuser has far more power and their victim far fewer resources to cope, both practically and emotionally; because harm to children is, to us as a culture, worse than harm to adults, for a lot of very valid reasons; and because they constitute betrayal of trust the victim should have been able to put in their abuser as well as rape--but they are all rape scenarios, and that’s why they’re awful. 

These things are bad.  It is good for us to have a social immune response system that recognizes these things when they’re happening and insists we step in.  That is a good thing to develop!  It helps us, as a society.  It can help the people being victimized.  It’s the same reason educators and childcare workers in the US are all mandated reporters, why we do background checks on people working near kids.  These things happen, and they’re terrible, and it’s good that we try to be aware and prepared for them.  (Though obviously studies show we’re a lot less good at protecting the vulnerable than we’d like to pretend we are.)

The question is: why does that same social immune response trigger, and trigger so angrily, in response to fiction?

Anti culture is fundamentally an expression of that social immune response.  Specifically, it’s that social immune response when it is set off by a situation that, while it has some similarities to the very bad real-life crime of sexual predation including pedophilia and incest, is in and of itself harmless.

If you’re instinct is to flare up in anger or dismissiveness because I’m calling these things harmless, I want to ask you to just take a deep breath and bear with me for a bit longer.  What you’re feeling right now is an allergic reaction.

Humans tell and read and listen to stories about “legitimately fucked up shit” all the time.  It’s part of the human condition.  It’s part of how we process those things happening, not just to use, but to other people in the world around us.  It’s part of how we process completely unrelated fucked-up shit, playing with fears and furies and insecurities that we all have, through so may layers of fiction that we don’t even recognize them any more, playing with power dynamics in metaphor and making characters suffer for fun.  Aside from the fact that literally all stories do this to some extent or another; aside from the fact that drawing lines between ‘ok that’s good storytelling’ and ‘that’s too fucked-up to write about’ is arbitrary, subjective, and dangerous in its own right; aside from all of that, these stories are stories.  All of them. 

Even the ones about rape, about incest, about pedophilia.  They’re words on a page.  No real children were harmed, touched, or even glanced at in the making of this work of fiction.  This story, pornographic though it may be, is part of a conversation between consenting adults.  (And if a teenager lies about their age to consent, that is a different problem altogether.)

Stories in and of themselves, no matter what they’re about, are no more dangerous than a crate full of oranges.  Which is to say: utterly harmless, unless all you have to eat is oranges, all day every day, and you find yourself dying slowly of nutrient deficiency--which is why representation matters.  Or unless someone wields one deliberately, violently, as a tool to cause harm, and someone gets acid in their eye--which is the fault of the person holding the orange. And unless you happen to be allergic to citrus.

The key here is this twofold understanding:  First, the thing that hurts you can also have value to others.  Real, legitimate value.  Whether you’ve undergone trauma and certain story elements are straight-up PTSD triggers or you just don’t like orange juice, that story, those tropes, that crate of oranges may be somewhere between icky and fundamentally abhorrent--but we understand that that is still your reaction.  Even if you don’t understand how anybody could ever enjoy it; even if every single person you surround yourself with is as sensitive and disgusted and itchy about this thing that makes your eyes hurt and your throat stop working as you; that doesn’t make it true for everyone.  That doesn’t make oranges poisonous.  No real children were involved in the writing of this story.  It is words on a page.

But, secondly: the thing that has value to others can also hurt you.  Just because a story isn’t inherently poison doesn’t mean it can’t cause you, personally, pain.  That’s what a PTSD trigger is: an allergic reaction, psychological anaphylaxis, a brain that’s trying so hard to protect its own from a threat that isn’t actually present (but was once, and the brain is trained to respond) that it causes far more harm and misery than the trigger itself possibly could.  And no, it’s not just people with PTSD who sometimes get hurt by stories.  There are many, many ways a story can poke the part of your brain that says, this is Bad, I don’t like this, I don’t want to be here.  The story is still, always, every time, pixels on a screen and ink on paper.  The story causes no physical harm.  But it can poke your brain into misery, it can stir up your emotions, it can make you want to cringe and run away.  It can make you want to scream and fight and go after the author who brought this thing into existence.  It can make you hurt.

This is an allergic reaction.  This is your brain and body, your reflexes and instincts, trying to protect you from something that isn’t really happening.  And just like a literal allergic reaction, it can do actual harm to you if it gets set off.  This is real.  The fact that stories can upset you to the point of pain and mental/emotional injury is real, even though it’s coming from your own brain and not the story itself.  There are stories you shouldn’t read.  There are stories I shouldn’t read, regret reading, will never read, because they hurt me.  That doesn’t mean they’re the same stories that would hurt you.  That doesn’t mean they don’t have value.

And, finally:

If getting upset about stories is fundamentally an individual person’s allergic reaction, their brain freaking out and firing off painful survival instincts in the face of a thing that isn’t, in and of itself, a threat?  Then the anti movement is a cultural allergic reaction.

Fandom as a whole has a pretty active immune system, which doesn’t mean we have a good immune system.  We try very hard to be aware of all the viruses and -isms and abuse and manipulation and cruelty, both systematic and individual, that exists around and within our community.  We’re primed and ready to shout about things at all times.  The anti movement is that system, that culture, screaming and shouting and fighting at a harmless thing on a grand scale.  It wants to stop that thing, that scary awful thing that trips all of its well-primed danger sensors, at all costs.  It’ll swell up and block off our airways (our archives) if it has to.  It’ll turn on the body it came from.  It’s scared and protective and trying to fight, and it’s ready to fight and destroy itself.

Luckily, fans and fanfic and fandom and fan culture are a lot bigger and older than they often get credit for, and it’s not like these cultural allergies are anything new.  We could talk about shippers and slashers in the X-Files fandom in the 90s.  We could talk about the birth of fandom in the days of Star Trek.  We could talk about censorship and book burning going back centuries.  We survived that and we’ll survive this, too.

But god, does the anti movement my throat and eyes itch.  Man is it irritating, and sometimes a little suffocating, to realize how many stories just aren’t getting told out of fear of what the antis will say.  And that’s the real danger, I think.  What are we losing that would have so much value to someone?  What are we missing out?

[sugarushsuga]

"Sweet Dreams" - 81

Genre/Au's: Fluff

Paring: N/A

Words count: 1372

Rating: PG

Warnings: Mentions of teenage pregnancy

Synopsis: Jungkook always knew that those unexpected news would change his life forever but he could never image how much it would change.

Author note: I have this idea sitting here for a while and Saturday morning I just decided to write it.

Masterlist

When Junhee found out she was pregnant from her ex-boyfriend, their parents were really supportive of whatever decision she wanted to take. She decided to keep the baby even though her ex didn’t want her to. Jungkook gave Her the silent treatment. He refused to talk to his sister to show how upset he was with her.

She was making a mistake, putting her future on the line. How would she attend university having to take care of a baby? And would dorms even allow her to move in with a baby? She was the one who gave him the talk when he got old enough, she was the one who always offered him to buy protection in case he was shy about it. And he was really shy and embarrassed about the whole thing.

That was one more reason for him to be angry and upset with her. She was the one who kept on bothering him about having safe sex, even though he wasn’t sexually active -unless you count his hand and some hentai as a sexual encounter- and she was the one not practicing her own preach.

Through the next seven months he didn’t talk to his sister, it was hard on him, she was his best friend, the one he always went to for advice, but then he couldn’t anymore. It was hard for him, and it was hard for her too, many times she’d cry asking him to talk to her. And later he’d cry on his pillow out of anger and sadness. Jungkook never avoided his sister, he just simply didn’t talk to her, he would talk to his parents and whatever other people in the room but not her. He acknowledged her presence handed things and took things when needed, helped her up but no word would come out of his mouth directed to her,

The day Ari was born he rushed to the hospital as soon as he was out of class. It was his last exam before the mid ear break, so his phone was off when everything happened. When he got there, Junhee was already in the room with the baby. Their parents were there too, teary eyes wooing the baby in his sister’s arms.

It was official, he was an uncle.

And his sister is an irresponsible 18 year old single mother.

“Jk, come here.” Junhee called him closer.

He complied, leaving his school bag on the floor by the door.

“Here, take her.” She said, offering the baby to him.

Jungkook froze in place. His doe eyes wild, nervously looking at his parents, fear creeping up inside his whole body. Was Junhee crazy? How could she want him to hold a baby?

“Oooh!” Their mom cooed, “That's not fair, I’m the grandmother, I’m the one who put you out in the world, I should be the first one to hold the baby!”

Jungkook took a step back.

“Go on boy,” their father encouraged, clasping a hand on his shoulder. “Your sister wants you to be the first one in the family, to hold the baby.”

“You don’t need to be scared,” Junhee said. “She doesn’t bite… yet.”

Their parents laughed but Jk could feel a drop of sweat run down his back, and it wasn’t because he ran all the ten blocks from school to the hospital -the peak of living in a small city.

With shaky breathing he approached the bed and held his arms out, his father helped him to position it in the best way to hold the baby, he crouched a little so his sister could place the bunch of blankets that wrapped the baby in his arms. Once it was settled, he tightened his hold.

The floor started to shake, the light flickered and the walls in the room trembled. It was an earthquake.

His parents couldn’t stop cooing and asking him: “Jk, turn around”, “look at me!”, “Jk, please look at the photo.”

Their voices echoed in his head, and he couldn’t understand how they were all so calm while there was an earthquake happening around them. They needed to take shelter, to protect the baby, it was so fragile, it couldn’t do anything to protect itself. It completely depends on them for everything.

“Hm” he let out a trembling breath.

The baby in his arms, the one he couldn’t stop staring at, smiled. He knew it wasn’t a real smile, it was more of a muscular spasm, newborns can’t really smile, they don’t have control of their bodies to do it on their own will. But something warm exploded inside his chest. It spread through his whole body, heating up and lighting his soul. As if the dark clouds on a storm day had parted and the sun shone a warm bright light over him.

“Hi baby.” A foreign voice said.

He looked around the room, but there was only his parents, Junhee, himself and the baby, whose voice was that?

“Hi baby.” It said again, it was soft and warm, full of love and care.

Jungkook looked at his parents again and they were smiling and crying, his sister too. A drop fell on the light yellow blanket wrapping the baby in his arms. He looked up and there was no leaking from the ceiling.

That’s when he realized that his vision was blurry, he was crying. And the voice talking to the baby was his. He was the one talking to that bundle of love and happiness in his arm. That’s what that baby was, the personification of a sunshine of love in his life.

Jungkook never had many interests in his life, every time he liked something he’d try it, do it for a while until it got bored, and he moved on to another thing. Hobbies never lasted really long, he didn’t have a long term dream and lived his life one day at a time.

But then he understood the earthquake, it was his world axis changing direction. Now there was a reason for him to live every day, to wake up and be better, do better.

“She is perfect.” His voice was small as he looked at his sister.

“She is, isn’t she?” Junhee laughed, wiping her tears.

Jungkook just nodded, still frozen in place.

Even though he understood at that moment that meant to love without limits, because now he knew how people could live and die for someone. Now he has a love bigger than the world and he can only imagine how much bigger love can be. One day, someday, in the future, he knows he’ll discover an even bigger love once he holds his own child. But that will be a long time from that moment.

“I want you to be her Godfather.” His sister’s voice is like a distant noise he can barely make out.

“Uh?” He asks turning towards her but not being able to look away from the baby.

“You, The Godfather to her.” Junhee said as if he was an idiot, she used that tone of voice on him whenever he was being oblivious to obvious things. Which were pretty often.

Jungkook nodded.

Right there and then, that’s the biggest love on earth for him, and he doesn’t need anything else than to be part of that baby’s life and be there whenever she needs him to be.

“Sweet dreams baby girl, uncle kook will be here for you forever.” He whispered at the blanket covering her small head.

Reluctantly Jk let his parents hold the baby, after the nurse said that in twenty minutes, they would have to take the baby back to the nursery. There are some tests they needed to do to ensure the baby was really healthy and well.

Once the nurses came back for the baby that rested in her mom’s arms, it was like a light had been turned off for Jungkook. All the colors faded a little bit, things got a grayish hue to them, and the world seemed a little bit colder.

But he knows it is just a matter of time, soon enough the baby will go home, and his days will be filled with her warmth every single day.

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[callmeshakespurr]

Hey, if you're requests are open could you do a Rick Flag × Male Villian Reader (fluff) idk something cute where Rick Flag ends up falling in love with Male Reader, and the feeling is mutual. Idk you can fo what you want with it. ❤

Rick Flag x Male Reader

Requested: yes

Category: fluff, just a little bit of angst

Warnings: slight torture (?), i mention a knife like,, once

Note: I haven’t watched Suicide Squad in some time, so this could’ve turned out just the tiniest bit yandere, I hope you don’t mind! Also- I kinda struggled with this cause its my first time writing an actual one shot, but I hope you enjoyed it anyways (:

Tysm for requesting, hope you enjoy it <3

“Where is he?”, Amanda Waller called out as she walked down the hallway, towards the high security room you were currently kept in — Colonal Richard ‘Rick’ Flag not far behind her.

Her call grabbed the attention of the two guards, who stood in front of your cell.

“Is he in there?”, Amanda asked again, approaching the door with fast steps. One of the guards nodded and opened the thick metal door to let the director and the colonel in.

Amanda Waller had tried to get her hands on you for almost five years now, after you first made an apperiance in a club, killing two people. After that, several assassinations followed. Nobody knew who you exactly were, what you looked like, who you worked for; you were like a shadow — what people then came to call you, Shadow.

The major reason of why nobody could get a hold of you even in the slightest bit, was because you always vanished before anybody could even spot you.

After two years of not being able to catch you, the police gave up on further investigation in your cases. Amanda didn’t break so easily though. She wanted you in one of those cells she kept so many freaks in already, and she wasn’t going to give up until she had you sitting behind one of those metal doors, unable to escape her.

After all these years of going after you, she did manage to find out two major things about you. Why you always managed to escape without anyone catching a glimpse of you, and what your weakness was.

All these things led to the present situation.

You sat in a dark room, the only light source being a small lamp, dangling from the ceiling. Your ankles were tightly cuffed to the chair you were sitting on, on your wrists and neck you felt something cold and heavy, which seemed to send small electric shocks through your body every few seconds.

You weren’t sure where you exactly were, since you passed out before they got you. Hell, you didn’t even know who ‘they’ were.

You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on your thoughts, which was not as easy as you hoped it would be. To say that you were in pain was an understatement. The electricity flowing through your body kept you from thinking straight, and send a wave of pure pain through your limbs with every shock you got.

A female voice ripped you from your trance, and you slowly opened your eyes again, head still hanging low. You knew that voice and you knew that you didn’t stand a chance anymore.

“Your powers won’t work anymore, unless i allow you to use them, so don’t even try.”, that voice belonged to none other than Amanda Waller, probably the only person on this planet you actually feared. You were never scared of what her minions could do to you, no. You were scared of what she could do to you if she ever managed to get you — which almost happened on several occasions.

You clenched your fists, trying to ignore the pain that came over you again, as you frantically tried to somehow sort your thoughts and find a way out of this, but nothing seemed to work. There was no way out of this. There was no escaping this. The feeling of helplessness washed over you, a feeling you didn’t like at all.

“You’re Y/N L/N, you’re a teleporter, thats how you managed to always vanish before the police got to the crime scene”, Amanda spoke, watching you as you sat there on the chair, staring at the ground, unable to move a single muscle. “It took me some time, but i managed to figure out how to block your powers”, she continued, taking slow steps towards you “Teleporters are extremely sensitive to electricity, some mightve even already died due to the constant pain if they were in your place.” She stopped right in front of you, looking down at your slumped figure, the only thing restraining you from falling over being the thick metallic handcuffs that kept your hands tied behind the chair.

Amanda grabbed your chin, forcing you to look up at her. Your sight was blurry and it cost you a lot of strength to even keep your eyes open, but you did manage to make out the silhouette of a rather tall person standing at the entrance of the cell, watching the whole scene, before your focus was back on the woman in front of you. “You’re actually a very pretty boy, Y/N, and very smart too, it’s a shame that you decided to end up like this.”, she said, before letting your face go. “Rick, take him to get the injection, then get his things and introduce him to the team. After that, you can take him to his provided cell.”

The man standing at the door — Rick, you assumed — made his way towards you, as Waller left the room, leaving you to the colonel.

Rick helped you out of the cuffs, that kept you strapped to the chair. Looking at you, he almost felt bad, you looked so drained and helpless. He had never exactly agreed with anything Amanda Waller did, but seeing what just a few hours under her control did with you was another level of not agreeing with something she did.

“Can you stand?”, the colonel asked and you nodded, slowly rising from the chair. Your legs wobbled beneath your weight and you instinctively grabbed onto whats next to you, which just so happened to be Ricks Arm.

After making sure you had gathered enough strength, he began to walk with you towards the door.

time skip

It’s been a little over a week now since they’ve brought you here — you think. Every day was the same. Sitting on the cold floor of your cell, staring at the camera in the corner of your ceiling, some guard bringing you food, you not eating it, some guard taking it away again and reporting everything to someone, more staring at the camera, someone bringing you food again, you not eating it again, the guard taking it away again and reporting everything, all over again, everyday.

The only slightest bit good and entertaining thing was the colonel — Rick Flag, as you learned was his name — checking up on you every now and then when he didn’t have anything better to do. You didn’t quite understand why Rick was making efforts to look after you, just for you to not answer his questions anyways, but you appreciated it. It made everything a little more bearable.

Of course, you were one of the bad guys, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t have a life outside of assassinations.

When you weren’t working for other bad guys, you loved to just sit in your apartment and read, you loved to go onto high buildings and watch over the city. You dreamed of leaving everything behind and exploring the world someday. You worked at your favourite coffee shop, hell you even had a cat. The thought of your only friend being probably already dead or suffering made you sad, but what could you do about it?

Sometimes, you wish you hadn’t picked the path you were on, but looking back at the time you chose to work for the bad guys, you didn’t really have a choice.

Your train of thoughts was interrupted, when you heard the door to your cell open. Hoping it would be Rick, you looked up, your eyes only half open from the lack of strength you had. What you did not expect was to see Amanda Waller standing in front of you, Rick Flag behind her.

“Stand up”, the woman demanded. You listened, as it was of no use to resist her orders. You slowly got up on your feet, which didn’t last long, since you almost immediately fell over, landing painfully hard on your knees. To your suprise, Rick immediately rushed to your side, helping you stand up again.

“I don’t need him on missions like this”, Waller spoke as she watched you lean onto Rick for support. “Take him to the base, the council and I will be waiting there in the meeting room for him.” With that, Waller left again.

The way to the car wasn’t long, but with you almost not being able to stand on you own, let alone walk on your own, it took a little longer, which only fueled your anxiety. The ride to the base was even worse though, since nobody talked and you had five guards sitting around you.

Finally arriving at the door of the meeting room, which was located in the base, the two guards standing in front of it immediately opened the door as soon as they saw the colonel.

The room was quiet at an instance, when you stepped a food inside, Rick following very close behind you — just in case something should happen.

Amanda Waller stood in front of a group of suit wearing men who all sat at one big round table, most likely discussing something. She gestured you to come next to her, to which you complied.

“And who is this now, Director Waller? A new addition to your group of- freaks?”, asked one of the men as he looked you up and down, probably doubting that someone like you could be much of an good asset.

“This, Gentlemen,”, she grabbed your arm and moved you a little forward, making you almost tumble “is Y/N L/N or ‘Shadow’, he was an assassin for almost five years now, working for several other bad guys. Nobody got a hold of him till now due to his teleporting ability. He has over a hundred confirmed kills and not once did anyone ever get near him. I’m using these electric cuffs”, she grabbed your arm again and lifted it up to present the metal cuff, which was secured around your arm “to block his powers, which means he cannot teleport, as long as the electric shocks are on full power. As soon as I turn down the power a little, he can use his power, it is more draining and limited to a certain radius, but it works. I have him under full control and I want him on the team.” Murmurs broke out between the people in the room, as soon as she finished.

“I’m sorry, director, but do you really think it’s a good idea to put another- another misfit on that team? They’re bad guys and will always stay bad guys, and their freaky abilities make them even more dangerous.”, one of the men in suits spoke.

“As I said, I have him under full control, gentlemen. Let me demonstrate.”, Amanda spoke, turning to you, as the people sitting at the table sat back.

Waller took out some kind of remote and tapped on something. First your body tensed due to all the stress and pain you were under at the moment, but as soon as Amanda tapped on the remote, the electric shocks suddenly weren’t as intense as they were before, and your whole body relaxed, your eyes almost watering due to the wave of relief washing over you.

Rick was more than tense while watched the whole situation, only realizing in how much pain you actually were when Waller turned down the intensity of the electric shocks emmitting from the metallic cuffs you were wearing.

Waller looked you in the eyes with a serious expression on her face. “You disobey, you die, got that?” And suddenly you remembered the injection they gave you, when they first brought you here.

Seeing you had no other choice than obeying her, you simply gave her a small nod and looked around the room, taking in every detail. You looked at the small table in front of you, spotting a sharp knife, which you figured was put there by Amanda specifically for you in this exact situation.

With fast movements, you grabbed the knife and teleported to the other side of the room, holding the knife to one of the mens throat. Everyone in the room stiffened even more, and you heard at least three guns clicking.

Looking up, your eyes met Rick’s, before you looked over to Waller, who was already fixated on you. You slowly pressed the knife more against the man’s throat, wanting to see what Waller was going to do. The next electric shock came and you almost yelled out in pain, letting the knife fall, teleporting back to Waller and falling to your knees, clutching the metal around your neck.

Rick wanted to rush to help you, but was quickly held back by Amanda, gesturing him to wait.

“As you can see, I can control his powers however i want to, and should he disobey in any way, or should his powers bolt”, she tilted your head with her finger, than pressed onto the spot on your neck where they injected you, “he dies.”

Still staring at the ground, you swallowed harshly. You’ve never wanted to go back in time and undo all the bad things that happened so badly like in this specific moment. Maybe if you’re parents hadn’t ever found about your ability, you would still be at home, with your family, not here, being tortured by some government lady who wanted to use you as a weapon.

“There’s one more thing. I don’t need him on any mission in this shape. He needs to recover, quickly, and while doing so, I want him under Rick Flags complete supervision. It might cost a little more effort, but think about of how much use he will be for us”, Amanda said, a mischievous expression crossing her face for a few seconds, that going unnoticed by you and pretty much everyone else in the room.

time skip

Three whole months had passed. You’ve been staying with Rick ever since Amanda Waller announced that he had to fully supervise you.

The time you spent with Rick made you feel as if everything wasn’t so bad after all. Occasional talking here and there, Rick cooking something for the both of you every now and then, you almost felt normal again — weren’t there the electric cuffs reminding you of what was real every few minutes.

Over the past three months, your sleep only got worse. You got used to the constant pain by now, but the electricity didn’t only affect you physically, it also messed up your thoughts like hell. Sometimes you didn’t know where up and down was anymore, everything was all over the place inside your mind.

That was also the reason, you were up right now, in the middle of the night, sitting at the big window in your bedroom, looking over the city. You hugged your knees tightly to your chest, and rested you chin on them, letting a few tears slip. You hadn’t cried in a long time, but you were just so exhausted. You were never this close to giving up than right now. Nothing seemed to ever be okay again, you couldn’t do anything but accept your fate.

Being to entangled in your own thoughts, you didn’t hear your bedroom door open.

It didn’t take Rick a long time to spot you in your place at the window. He just came home from a mission that Amanda Waller had wanted you on, but Rick insisted on giving you a little more time to deal with everything.

The tall man closed the door as quietly as he could behind him, which seemed to not be quiet enough, since you jumped slightly at the noise, quickly standing up and turning around. Rick gave you an apologetic look, before slowly walking towards you, “I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked, I just wanted to check up on you and see if you’re alright-“ “It’s fine, I’m fine”, you interrupted him, wiping your tears quickly, taking a deep breath.

Rick frowned, he had never seen you cry before. He cared too much for you and he knew it, he just couldn’t help himself. Stopping in front of you, he looked down at you, only for his eyes to meet yours. For a moment, you both got lost in each others eyes, before you ripped your gaze away, looking to the side.

“Do you want anything else from me?”, you asked shakily, getting a little nervous with his burning stare on you.

“I actually do, yes-“, he hesitated for a moment. You looked up at him with a questioning expression. “Close your eyes”, you complied, closing your eyes slightly, one hand moving to hold onto Rick’s shirt so you didn’t lose your balance. You felt him lean down slightly, till you could fell his warm breath on your cheek. You surpressed a shiver, as he carefully tilted your head.

Now, you didn’t really know what to expect; you and Rick had gotten closer but you weren’t sure, if there were actual romantic feelings, or if he just pitied you, so a kiss wasn’t exactly what you expected. But you definitely would’ve expected it more than what happened next.

A small ‘click’ echoed through the dark room, the next thing you knew was, that all the pain suddenly disappeared. Your eyes watered when you felt Rick’s fingers carefully removing the heavy metallic cuffs around your wrists and neco, pure relief washing over you. Your leaned your body onto Rick’s, unable to support your own weight for a few moments.

When you had finally gained control over your own body again, you moved back a few centimetres and looked up to Rick, who met your confused eyes. “I couldn’t bear to see you in so much pain any longer, so I triedmy best to convince her and I’d say I’m lucky that she trusts me with you.”, the colonel smiled a little, raising a hand to softly carress your cheek. Your eyes widened. He quickly removed his hand again and apologized, “I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”

Rick took a step back, still being careful so you didn’t lose balance again, “I should go, and you should sleep, you need to be well rested and-“

You were fast to interrupt him by taking a quick step towards him, getting a little on your tiptoes, before pressing a small kiss to Rick’s lips. You carefully looked him in the eyes again, “I don’t know either, but it just felt like the right thing to do.”

It took the man a few seconds to process what just happened, but when he did, he was quick to kiss you again, his soft lips over yours, moving slowly, as you kissed back. He put his hands on your waist, while you locked yours behind his neck. You kissed for a few moments, before the both of you had to breathe again. “Thank you”, you whispered against Rick’s lips, before receiving another small peck. “Sleep with me tonight?”, he asked quietly, getting lost in your eyes again. You gave him a small nod, allowing him to pick you up and carry you to his room, both of you smiling as you fell onto the mattress.

[pinkteapotwriting]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a wolfstar x reader. Where they find out the reader has a daddy kink, but she’s too shy to tell them? Also Remus and Sirius are a little older than her so she was worried that they’d assume she was only in a relationship with them due to the kink? I love your writing ♥️

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Warning : Daddy kink, pet names, super sub fem reader, slight degradation, cream pie, male and female receiving. So yeah porn with no plot enjoy

Word count : 2365

I worked really hard on this and I hope you like it darling <3

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You had always been attracted to older men. You were more likely to develop a crush on a professor rather than one of the boys in your class. It’s just how it has always been, and that’s why you were so happy with your relationship with Remus and Sirius. They were your dream partners, and although you were young, it felt like you had waited forever for people as kind, attentive, and uhhh dedicated to your pleasure. Everything about them just screamed dominance, perfectly suited to your daddy kink.

That’s why it was so frustrating you couldn’t get rid of that fear. That fear that you could scare them away. Of course they cared about you, but Remus was especially adamant that he would never want to hold you back. You adored them, loved them with all your heart. Everything with them was so incredibly satisfying, but to be able to go that extra step into submissiveness, for them to take control the way you desired them to, would make everything that much better. You didn’t want to risk losing them, and even if you didn’t, it’s hard being vulnerable in that way. Taking that first step would be hard, but you knew you would want the same from them. Even though this was somewhat embarrassing. 

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“Sirius you shouldn’t have, really you don’t have to spend money on me. What did you get anyway?”

“Don’t worry love, it’s more for my benefit than anything.”

“Remus, do you know what it is.”

“Apparently it will be better for me if I’m surprised just the same.”

Sirius handed you a small black bag, with pink tissue paper blocking the top, hindering you from peeking inside.

“Remus and I will meet you upstairs in the bed room, we’ll leave you to appreciate your gift.”

“Pads that’s weird.”

“Moony I promise you’ll appreciate it, trust me.” 

They parted from you, Sirius with a peck to the cheek, and Remus with a lingering forehead kiss. Once you heard them trudge up the stairs of Sirius’s childhood home, you peaked into the bag and raised your eyebrows at the white lace hidden inside.

More for his benefit huh?

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“Sirius, Remus, I’m ready. Can I come in now?”

They both sat leaning against the headboard. Remus’s right arm across Sirius’s shoulders, playing with the ends of his hair absentmindedly. Sirius was absolutely giddy, so giddy in fact Remus answered for him.

“Come on in Love.”

The floral lace bra supported you in all the best ways, two little pink bows adorned where the straps and the cups met. The white thong hugged your hips, complimenting your thighs and waist. It also had one small pink bow centered in the front of the waistband. Angelic is the way Remus would describe you, while Sirius would describe you as sexy as fuck. Not quite as eloquent, but it gets the job done.

“Siri, you didn’t have to but-”

“But?”

“I feel pretty.”

“You’re much more than pretty Y/N” Remus scolded.

“Does this mean you’ll let me spoil you more often, don’t mind having a sugar daddy so much huh?”

Your face immediately fell as you contemplated the effects his words had on you. Not that you needed him to spend money on you, but the idea of being good for him, of him spoiling his perfect Y/N, Daddy’s girl,  had even more wetness pooling in between your legs. Sirius mistook it for concern though, not the combination of horniness and embarrassment that it was.

“Hey Y/N, I was just kidding, you know I love you right? You’re much more than this thing that we fuck. We want you safe, and we like getting you these things because it’s kind of fun spoiling you. I’d do it much more if you’d let me. And I’m sorry, I was just making a joke with the whole sugar daddy thing.

Remus zoned in on your thighs rubbing together at the word Daddy.

“Sirius wait, Y/N, is there something you’re not telling us?”

“No, it’s fine.”

“Sirius joking about being a sugar daddy didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

He smirked as you rubbed your thighs together at the word daddy, pleased that his little test worked. Sirius seemed to be catching on too.

“You know Y/N, we’re not that much older than you. Didn’t cross my mind we’d fit into that category. 

“I don’t understand Sirius.”

“You know perfectly well what I mean. Why don’t you tell us what’s going on and maybe it’ll turn out the way you like.”

“Well…”

You could not make yourself look away from your hands; watching them fiddle around anxiously. Remus’s voice soothed you though.

“It’s alright sweetheart. We want you to feel safe and comfortable telling us anything.”

You took a deep breath.

“I was scared to tell you because I didn’t want you to think that I was in the relationship for this reason. I love you both so much and would hate to make you guys feel insecure about it. I kind of have a Daddy kink.”

Remus kept his poker face, but if you looked close enough there was a hint of a smirk there. Sirius had the biggest shit eating grin there ever was, because he knew he was going to be having the best sex of his life tonight.

Their silence terrified you.

“I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t of said anyth-”

Remus held up a hand to halt your apology, then patted his thigh.

“Why don’t you come sit on Daddy’s lap, angel?”

A shot of pleasure went straight from your spine directly to your aching cunt. You didn’t even know how to respond. So you figured it was best to obey. You crawled up from the end of the bed and straddled his right thigh, the one that was closest to Sirius. Sirius reached for the waistband of your panties and tugged upwards so they could rubbed deliciously across your clit. Remus had to grip your hips and stop you from grinding.

“You know moony, I bought these because she’s supposed to be our innocent little Y/N. Had no idea she was so dirty. Kind of ironic isn’t it.”

“Oh totally and completely ironic. She may not be a pure as we thought, but she’s still a good girl. Isn’t that right Bunny? You like being a good girl for your Daddies.”

When you whimpered instead of answering Remus tightened his grip on your hips and started helping you grind up and down his thigh. Sirius smacked your ass, which had you jolt forward, colliding with Remus’s chest and burrowing your face in his neck.

“Answer his question pup.

“Yes, I like being good for my daddies.”

You whined when Remus halted your movements once again. He raised a questioning eyebrow which had you bite your tongue instantly. You had just said you wanted to be good for them. 

“Aw, I think our desperate baby wants to cum moony.”

“Looks like it. Do you want Siri to eat you out bunny? You want your daddy to make you cum?”

You turned to look at Sirius’s smug expression.

“Yes please, want it so bad.”

“We can tell.”

Sirius’s comment had your expression turning bashful again. He gripped your jaw between his thumb and forefingers before you could turn away though. 

“That doesn’t mean hide it. I like it when you’re openly needy for us. Makes me want to fuck you hard and satiate every little desire of yours. Now climb off Remus’s lap puppy. Gonna make you  cum on my face.” 

You were almost disappointed when he let go of your face, until you remembered what he was about to do. You all too happily turned around and wiggled in as you sat between Remus’s thighs. 

“Not like that pup, ass up for me okay? I think it’s only fair if you take care of Remus while I take care of you. Understand?”

“Yes Daddy.” you hesitated for a moment, confused by Remus still fully clothed. You wanted to see him. You traced the top of his pants lightly with your forefinger. 

“Daddy can I take these off?”

“Please do.”

He pulled off his shirt as you undid his belt buckle and he watched you kiss below his belly button, and lower and lower as you pulled his pants off. Once you had them halfway off Sirius pulled them the rest of the way. You rubbed his prominent bulge through and nuzzled your cheek against his thigh before pressing a kiss against his clothed dick. He laced his fingers through your hair and you would have leaned into the touch, but instead he pulled your head to make eye contact with him.

“No teasing puppy, get right down to it.”

“Sorry daddy.”

“It’s okay love.”

You pulled his cock out from his underwear and were thoroughly impressed by how hard it was considering you barely touched him. You spat onto your hand and jerked his cock for a few strokes, but not wanting to get reprimanded for teasing you licked from the base to the tip then let the head of his cock slip past your lips. That’s when Sirius quickly discarded your panties and slid underneath your parted legs. 

“So wet baby, is this all just from calling us Daddy hmm? Should have told us sooner.”

You continued to bob up and down on Remus’s cock, wanting to earn his satisfaction. Sirius licked a bold stripe across your pussy.

“Such a good girl, fuck.”

Then he properly dove in, flicking his tongue against your clit and teasing your entrance with his fingers.

“Fuck, thinks she likes that pads. You like it when Daddy eats you out?”

You let out a muffled mm hmm against his cock, the vibrations had him throwing his head back and groaning. Sirius didn’t want to waste time talking though, his mouth and now his fingers were occupied, thrusting in and out of your dripping cunt. Bringing you that much closer to your release, while you brought Remus to his. 

“Fuck bunny, m’gonna come down your pretty little throat shit-”

He was now prodding the back of your throat, and you were completely relaxed and taking him like a champ. You felt him twitch so you pulled off just a little bit as his seed painted the inside of your mouth. He stared with lust blown eyes as you showed him your now clean tongue. He cupped your cheek and stroked it with his thumb.

“So good for me baby, such a good girl. You wanna ride Sirius? I think you’re ready now.”

Sirius placed one last gentle kiss to your clit before parting from you and allowing you to shimmy down and straddle his lap.

“Sorry pup, know that feels good but I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

“S’okay daddy, whatever you want.”

“Mmm, that’s right baby. Why don’t you put it in now and bounce like a good bunny? You wanna be a good bunny?”

“Yes Daddy.”

“Wait.” Remus interjected.

He gripped your wrist before you could grab his dick.

“What?” Sirius sounded quite annoyed.

“Make her say it. I wanna hear her say it.”

“Well bunny, hop to it.”

Remus rolled his eyes at the pun but quickly fixed his eyes back on to you.

“Wanna, Wanna bounce on your cock daddy.”

“Like a what?”

You put your head down in embarrassment.

“Like a good bunny.”

Sirius gripped his cock, placed the tip in your entrance, and slammed up in one foul swoop. You clasped your hand over your mouth, maybe to keep some of the breath in your lungs or maybe because you didn’t want to moan so loud. You really weren’t sure. All you knew was that Sirius was going absolutely feral.

Remus moved behind you and unclasped your bra, finally freeing your boobs from their constraints. He grasped one with his left hand, while the other reached down to rub your clit.

“D-daddy, gonna cum. Can I cum?”

Remus rubbed your clit faster.

“Ask Siri love.”

“Sir, can I cum please.”

“No, Hold it.”

“But da-”

“Hold it.”

Remus was now kissing the expanse of your neck and shoulders, while rolling your nipple between his two fingers. Tears were rolling down your face at the effort it took in holding back your orgasm. All while Sirius was keeping a brutal steady pace from underneath.

“Daddy Please.”

“Go on them cum. Make a mess on my cock.”

You swear you lost your vision for a second. All the sensitivity, all of the built up pleasure finally erupted all at once and if Remus wasn’t holding you you would have collapsed. 

“Atta girl- Fuck”

You hissed in overstimulation as you felt his warmth spread and drip out of your cunt. Remus finally did let you collapse once Sirius had pulled out. 

“Alright love, lets get cleaned up.”

“I don’t think I can walk quite yet Remus.”

Sirius only smiled with a smugness that made Draco Malfoy look humble.

That stupid grin could always get you in trouble.

Especially now that he knows you have a daddy kink.

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Bonus

The warm bath water soothed your aching muscles almost as much as Sirius scrubbing shampoo into your scalp did.

“Y/N..”

You peaked one eye open at the lanky man in front of you.

“Yes Remus?”

“So obviously Sirius and I have a daddy kink too. The funny thing is we didn’t want to tell you because we didn’t want you to think we were dating you for your age.”

“That is funny, wish one of us would of said something sooner.”

Sirius pecked your cheek.

“Me too love.”

“Besides, you two couldn’t get rid of me that easy. I kind of love you.”

“Only kind of?” Remus teased.

“Kind of love you sounded better than completely obsessed.”

“Well then,” Remus cupped both your cheeks “I kind of love you too.”

“Me too.” Sirius promised. 

The words were casual, but the tone was so intense. It reassured you that they wouldn’t be so easily scared off either.

And there were some things you had much more confidence to tell them now.

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