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sailoryooons · 11 months ago

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Bust | KTH | (m)

☾ Pairing: Heistman!Taehyung x f. Reader

☾ Summary: Seeing a beautiful man in the middle of a bank robbery is unusual. Seeing him again afterward is even more unlikely… and yet not unlucky.

☾ Word Count: 2,211

☾ Genre: Criminal, Smut, PWP

☾ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

☾ Warnings: Bank robbery, light depiction of fear/anxiety, mentions of poor financial situations and money-related stress, recreational drinking, ‘good girl’ petname, explicit language, sexually explicit content including oral (f. receiving), biting, spanking, implied body worship kind of, a hint of overstim, bodily fluids and cum-eating.

☾ Published: Monday, January 15, 2024

☾ A/N: This is an idea I randomly spoke about forever ago in a TikTok DM with @gimmethatagustd and this is strictly written to ruin their entire life tonight. I hope it works idk osifodigjoijg.

☾ A/N 2: Tonight is number four for my 100 Drabble Challenge and I rolled number 24 for criminals! I hope you enjoy my depraved thoughts of Taehyung in that GOD DAMN SQUID GAME OUTFIT AT PTD. MY MASK KINK DOESN’T MAKE AN APPEARANCE BUT BE FUCKING SURE IT WILL ONE DAY. HE MADE ME INSANE.

☾ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

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Sweat beads down your back, the trickle of it slower than the clock ticking above your head. Time seems to slow as you sit on a carpet that hasn’t been steam cleaned since the 80s and push yourself against the wall, eyes glued to the open vault.

It had happened so fast and yet now, it’s like it can’t be over fast enough. Each second that ticks by feels like it takes a year. You cannot hear the chatter of the men inside the vault, but their harsh whispers raise goosebumps on your skin.

At least they haven’t noticed you. Not that you would do much, anyway. You have no intention of going over to push the alarm by the door, too afraid to alert the armed man who stands just outside the vault room on the other side, and far too underpaid to risk your life for a financial institution.

For a moment, you wish it were you robbing the damned bank. Maybe you could pay off the student loans on your degree you’re not using and run the heating in your apartment during the winter instead of bundling up in several layers.

Your momentary lapse of delusion passes as the men rush out of the vault, duffles in hand. They’re all dressed in red, black masks covering their faces with shapes on them. You’re vaguely aware that the costume belongs to some sort of show you saw online, but you can’t place them.

Perhaps you’ll watch it now.

“Hurry up,” one of the men barks toward the vault. There had been three inside, but only two came out. “Grab the last and let’s go. Two minutes left.”

They’re gone in an instant. Your eyes dart back to the vault where you can hear the last person inside. Glancing at the clock, you watch the seconds tick by.

Ten seconds. Fifteen. Thirty. A minute.

A man dressed in a red suit, hood pulled over his head comes out of the vault. As he slugs it shut with one arm, the bag on his shoulder droops, spilling the contents inside out onto the floor. Bands of cash fall out, thudding around his feet. He swears loudly and bends over, back slipping more to drop cash on the ground.

In his frustration, he crouches and tips the mask up a fraction, shielding his face from the camera above but not from you, huddled on the floor a few feet away.

Your heart skips. The thief is beautiful. Dark eyes focused on his task, a wide nose that fits perfectly on a symmetrical face with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and a pursed mouth. There’s a flush in his face from the heat, the tip of his nose an endearing shade of rose.

As if sensing your gaze, his head snaps up. You cower against the wall, realizing now that you’ve seen his face, you’ve doomed yourself. He stalls completely, gloved hand hovering over the cash, eyes boring into you. He arches a brow as if to ask you a question and you respond by shaking your head.

The thief gives you a cocky grin, nodding before he finishes picking up the money and tossing it into the bag. He looks at you again, a smirk on full display before he winks and pulls the mask back down. “Good girl,” he purrs. “I like that.”

Despite the situation, your stomach flips. He stands and rushes out, lingering by the door for a second longer to stare at you through the black mask. You can’t see his face, but you know you’ll never forget it, pretty as an angel, dangerous as a devil.

When the group is gone, you wait in silence, only the pumping of your heart to keep you company. When the cops come and ply you with questions all you can do is shake your head repeatedly.

I was too scared. I can’t remember.

It is the same thing you tell investigators for nearly two months. Just when you think they won’t keep asking what the man looked like, they finally drop it, handing over the robbery details to the FBI. They were at least a little less callous, caring a little less about how many questions you answered.

If you had to guess, your unimpressive financial situation even after the robbery was significant enough that you weren’t involved with the robbery.

It’s hard not to wish you had been. The straw in your mouth belongs to a drink that is far too expensive for you to not wince and it barely tastes like anything. At this rate, you know you won’t get a buzz. You’d love alcohol to take the edge off of the loud club music or loosen you up a bit, but you’re resigned to being sober for the rest of your friend's birthday.

Around you is a gaggle of men and women, both people you know and new faces trying to pick up your friends. Anyone trying to hit on you has already decided you’re far too grumpy to waste time on, most of their backs facing you as people shout over the music about working in finance.

You wonder if they also rob banks in their spare time. It makes you grin, thinking fondly about the thief once again. You do that a lot.

Sipping the drink, you glance at your phone. It’s been an hour since you arrived, but you’re wondering if enough time has reasonably passed to excuse yourself. Tomorrow is one of your few days off and you intend to spend it lounging on the couch watching TV instead of nursing a headache.

Someone slides into the space at the bar next to you. You don’t glance up at them, spinning your skinny cocktail straw absently as you stare at the melted ice of your Long Island iced tea. You hoped that once it melted it would turn into a second drink, but it hasn’t. Cold, bitter water it is, then.

“Why the long face?” You frown at the vaguely familiar voice and glance up, freezing.

Mr. Bank Robber looks down at you, cocking his head to the side with a wolfish grin. Your mouth pops open in surprise, leaning back a little as you drink him in. This close, he is far more beautiful than you remember, the edges and shadows of his face like a carefully painted fresco. Michelangelo could hardly be talented enough to capture this.

“You,” you whisper, his grin spreading further.

“Have we met?” he leans on the bar, dressed in all black. You eye the three-piece suit and the glinting diamonds in the cuff links. His clothes are far finer than anything anyone else is wearing and when you breathe in sharply, you smell a hint of woody cologne. His dark hair is slicked back and you catch the dainty hoop earrings in his lobes. You like the juxtaposition.

“You know we have.” He tongues the inside of his cheek, turning his head to order with the bartender. His eyes stray to you, raising a brow. You supply him with your answer, “A long island.”

The bartender nods, momentarily stupefied by the heistman’s beauty before walking over to the POS, tapping the screen with the speed and aggression unique to bartenders.

“Kind of a shitty club,” he mentions, looking around over the top of your head. Sweat clings to your lower back, your mouth growing dry as you watch colors splash on his face. “Your face is too pretty for a place like this.”

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm.” The bartender puts the drinks on the counter and the man gives him cash, signaling to keep the change. The bartender raises a brow but says nothing, taking the money as he goes. “What’s your name?”

“You probably already know it.” He cocks his head to the side. “I’m sure you looked me up to see if I was a threat or watched me to see what I’d do.”

“You watch too many heist movies.”

“Maybe I watch just enough.”

He laughs at that and your lips twitch. It’s rich, making his face intimidating as he gives you a wide smile and shakes his head. “Alright, maybe you’re right.”

“Can I know your name?”

“For the right price.”

“My silence was a pretty petty, no?”

He bites his bottom lip, eyes dipping down and back up. You sip your drink, feeling a flush of warmth unfurl in your body, most notably between your legs. “I like you.”

“You have to like me. I know your secret.”

Leaning forward, he ducks down so that he’s murmuring into your ear, hot breath ghosting your skin and making you tremble. “Want to hear more?” Your eyelids flutter as he waits, skin buzzing at his sudden proximity. You nod, feeling lightheaded. “My name is Taehyung. Want to get out of here?”

“Fuck,” Taehyung growls, hands skimming your bare sides. You can’t keep still under his gaze, hips squirming and fingers twisting in the sheets. His mouth is swollen and covered in your spit, his eyes blown as a large hand scrapes down to your thigh where he gives you a good slap. “I knew you were a good girl.”

A moan trips out of your mouth. Your thigh stings where he slapped you but he soothes it with the easy back-and-forth motion of his hand, his fingers digging into your flesh. Taehyung is a man starved, having littered your body with harsh kisses and bites, nearly breaking the skin.

You don’t care. You’re feverish for him, room spinning as you sprawl on his soft sheets in a hotel room that is far nicer than anything you’ve ever been in. You burn up like a star, core raging as Taehyung leans back down, pressing your naked thighs open for him as he sucks the skin of your chest between his teeth.

Everything aches. You want him so bad that you feel a cry come out of your mouth, lips wobbling as he laughs against your skin, sinking lower and lower, mouth loud as he sucks at your skin, tongue brushing over the sting of his teeth.

“Does my good girl need her pussy eaten?” Taehyung rasps, looking up at you where he kneels between your legs. “Is that why you’re crying, hmm?”

Taehyung looks like something out of a thriller. His eyes are dark and hungry, his shadowed face becoming some sort of demon of lust. He’s what you would imagine a dark god. A bacchanal devil, a creature made for sin.

All you can do is nod in response, feeling Taehyung’s vicious grip on your thighs as he presses you further, your muscles stretching. The strain feels good, as does the slow drip of your cunt down the curve of your ass mixed with his breath.

“So messy,” he murmurs, leaning forward and blowing cool air on your sticky folds. You squirm, the sensation sending you into overdrive as you twist your head to the side, eyes squeezed shut. He’s barely done a thing and you’re worked up more than you can ever recall. “Pretty.”

The slow, soft press of Taehyung’s tongue through your pussy makes you sag. It’s the relief that you so desperately needed, eyes rolling back as he circles your clit and drags his tongue back down. Taehyung is slow as he eats you out, tongue savoring every drop you can give him.

He taps your thigh, drawing your attention to him. He smirks as his tongue dips into your entrance, dragging back up to swirl around your throbbing bud a few times.

It’s impossible to tear your eyes away once you’re watching. Taehyung keeps his razor-sharp gaze on you, bringing his mouth fully to your cunt as he sucks eagerly. There is a rhythm to the curl of his tongue and the sharp suck of his lips, the wet smack of his ministrations driving you crazy.

“Mmm,” he hums, pressing his face in further. He’s messy with it, his jaw and nose covered in shiny slick. He laughs throatily when your back comes off the bed, thighs shaking. “Such a good pussy, just like I knew it would be.”

It feels too hot in the room. Your breaths are coming in too fast and there’s nothing you can do to catch it, Taehyung working you up to a frenzied, frenetic orgasm. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, pumping so hard that you think you might need to stop.

And then you break.

Your body seizes as you come, a scream ripping through your mouth as Taehyung slurps hungrily at your mess, spurred by your release. You can’t stop shaking as he dives in, unwilling to stop until you’re babbling, nearly lifeless as the orgasm teeters into overstimulation.

Only then does Taehyung pull his mouth away, trailing wet, cum-spit kisses on your inner thigh, nipping your thigh here and there.

“Think you can take more?” he asks, slurring his words against your thigh. “Think you can take my cock.”

You nod eagerly, hand letting go of the sheets and reaching toward him. “Yes.”

“Mmm good. I’m about to bust.” He bites your knee. “And I don’t mean a bank, this time.”

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cy-cyborg · 9 months ago

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How The Owl House did amputee representation right before Eda ever lost her arm - Disability in Media

[ID: A screenshot of Eda from The Owl House, an old woman with pale skin, very large, grey hair and pointed ears in a red dress. Beside the screenshot on a dark pink background is text that reads "Disability in media, How the Owl House got amputee representation right before eda ever lost her arm." /End ID]

Dana Terrace's The Owl House has some of the best disability rep I’ve seen on a Disney channel show in a long time, with Eda, the main character’s mentor, being one of many stand-out examples.

Plenty of people have discussed how Eda’s curse and the loss of her magic can work as an allegory for disability and how refreshing it is to see a story (especially one aimed at a younger audience) who’s focus is not on her “overcoming” it, but learning to accept it as a part of her and go from there. Eda’s story tackles a lot of subjects that are often mishandled in other examples of disability representation, from the subject of parents who refuse to accept, to glass siblings and much, much more, The Owl House handles all these topics beautifully.

But one thing that dawned on me during my most recent re-watch of The Owl House is how well Eda (and later Lilith) worked as amputee representation, long before Eda actually lost her arm.

One of the side effects of Eda and Lilith’s curse is that sometimes their body parts, mainly their limbs, can fall off. It doesn’t hurt them, and Eda is seen removing them intentionally at multiple times in the series, but they can always be reattached.

[ID: an image of Eda holding her sister Lilith's hand. Lilith is a pale woman with long, black hair, wearing grey clothes. She is looking at her other arm suprised, as her hand is missing. Luz, a Latina girl with short brown hair and a purple hoodie is looking on, smiling. /End ID]

While most likely unintentional, the way the show depicts this with Eda in particular is exactly what I wish more people would do with their prosthetic-using amputee characters.

Eda detaches her limbs, especially her legs, when they’re inconvenient or when she’s relaxing.

[ID: an image of Eda laying on the couch in a bathrobe, her hair in a towel. She has taken her legs off, throwing them to the other side of the seat. /End ID]

The fact that this is mostly played for laughs is actually a good thing in my opinion (though obviously, the show’s overall tone is part of that), as it shows the audience who are mostly children and teens, that in a world of weird and downright scary (from the perspective of the characters) things, this isn't one of them. It’s just a thing she and Lilith can do, and it can even be funny.

[ID: An image of Luz and Eda dressed as pirates. Eda is sitting on the ground, her legs detached and off screen somewhere. /End ID]

It does startle Luz and Lilith on a few occasions, but that’s more because they didn’t know the curse could do that, but once they’re introduced to it, it’s never really brought up as a big deal again.

I’d love to see more amputee characters who do this with their prosthetics. So often media is almost afraid to have amputees take their prosthetics off on camera or on the page. For some folks, our prosthetics are like a part of our bodies, but that doesn’t mean we never take them off. Show your leg amputee flop on the couch and throw their legs across the room. Have them go without on occasion, not because they have to, but because they just don’t feel like putting them on.

Likewise, the owl house creators never shy away from showing Eda when her limbs aren’t all attached. A lot of media, and kid’s shows in particular, will avoid having an amputee character’s stump visible if they ever do take their prosthetics off - treating that part of the character’s body the same way they treat gore or nudity. I’ve talked before how this actually does have a real impact on how kids in particular react to amputees - I’ve legitimately had kids I worked with cry when I took my prosthetics off, then immediately calm down when they see there’s nothing "scary" under my socks. As much as I love How To Train Your Dragon, it’s very guilty of this. Hiccup looses his leg at the end of the first movie, and wakes up with his prosthetic already attached. The Netflix series has a few instances where he has his prosthetic off, but the camera almost always avoids showing it until he can cover it up again, or is super zoomed-out so you wouldn’t be able to “see anything”. To their credit, they do get better with this in the last movie (though it's still always covered), but for the majority of the series, they are very reluctant to have any shots where hiccup’s leg is in view without the prosthetic (unless they’re very far away).

[ID: a screenshot of Hiccup from How To Train Your Dragon 3, a white man with short brown hair, and one leg missing, wearing armour made of black dragon scales and no prosthetic. He is holding onto toothless's head, a black dragon. /End ID]

Ironically, Eda does (permanently) loose an arm at the end of season 2, but I don’t really have much to say about her as amputee representation on that front, since she’s absent for a lot of Season 3, and when we do see her again, everything is so hectic, the story doesn’t really have any time to focus on her missing limb (which is reasonable). I will say, I do appreciate that they kept the amputation when she's in her owl-beast form in the finale, but there's honestly not much more to say about it. We do see her again in the epilogue after she’s had some time to settle into the amputation, wearing a hook prosthetic, but it’s, once again, too quick to really say anything from a representation standpoint. There's a few little nit-picky things I could bring up, like the fact they seemed to change the type on amputation she had (when she looses it, we see the split was very close to the elbow, but in the epilogue she has most of her forearm again) but those read to me more like animation mistakes or an odd prosthetic/clothing designs rather than a representation issue - and as someone who's worked in animation, given the stress the team was under for the finale, I'm not really worried about it. Like I said, it's more nit-picky than anything.

[ID: A screenshot of Eda, her hair tied back and wearing a red robe and a hook for her right hand. /End ID]

Despite all that though, I still think Eda is still good amputee representation, but mostly because of how they depict her curse’s side effects rather than her actual amputation. She’s honestly one of the only characters that I think you could refer to as “amputee coded” (outside of maybe Teen Titan’s Cyborg), and I genuinely wish more creators would treat their actual amputee characters the same way the Owl House treats Eda in that regard.

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jinnirev · 1 year ago

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9th member reader would be a fan favourite, getting shipped with every member, and people writing crazy ship fanfiction and art

☆ pairing: ot8 x f!reader

☆ T/W: reader is sexualised a lot, implied non-con somnophilia, Prof x student trope, exhibitionism, sex on livestream, degradation, implied gangbang, spanking

☆notes: dark content ahead, please read trigger warnings before proceeding!

🔞 nsfw under the cut!

you were the one member who every single member got along with, ever since debut. you've never fought with any single one of the members.

which is what caused you to be a fan favourite when it comes to shipping. there would be thousands of fanfiction written about you paired with every single one of the members.

you were scrolling on your twitter timeline, until you stopped when you saw an explicit video with a caption saying: "y/n btm leeknow top, this is a visual representation of what happens whenever y/n fucks up during dance practice." you pressed into the video, a full HD video of a girl getting her pussy pounded, laying on the wooden floor, obviously reminding you of the training room. you hate the admit it, but this did infact happen before, and not just once but several times..

this led to you falling down the rabbit hole of reading and watching sexual fan made content. there were accounts dedicated to describing how good your pussy would be. (you were flattered)

your personal favourites would be those crazy alternate universes where fans would depict the most graphic and vile things.

"y/n would be such a brat during her lecture, not paying attention at all to what mr hwang was saying. showing up to class in an unbelievably short skirt with the tightest tank top, y/n was basically slutting out her body. mr hwang refused to let this slide, asking her to stay behind after class: *insert a video of a girl in a skirt getting railed on a table, getting her ass spanked, leaving angry red hand marks on the soft flesh of her skin.*"

"y/n made seungmin mad while doing a live so he fucked her live infront of over a million people: *insert a video of a girl bouncing up and down a cock, a pair of hands guiding her hips, slamming her down on his cock*"

"thinking abt how creamy and wet y/n's pussy would get during a fan meet when she couldn't get her slutty pussy filled by the rest of the members. so she had to whore her pussy out to the members on stage, they fucked her right there, infront of all the fans."

"y/n would be such a pretty sleeper that roommate!han can never resist touching her when he sees her passed out on the couch. jisung couldn't help but pull down her tiny short, revealing her wet little cunt, all creamy and ready for him to fuck. she let out a whimper of his name in her sleep and jisung gets impossibly harder. he couldn't resist it anymore, pulling out his fat cock and slamming it into sleeping y/n's creamy cunt. her eyes would slowly flutter open, waking up to her pussy getting filled with jisung's cum, clit getting rubbed and pinched by her roommate: *insert a video of a girl laying on her back, getting fucked stupid by a fat cock*"

needless to say, most of them were vile, but made your poor little pussy so wet, you had to start rubbing your clit while scrolling. but you were to used to the members making you cum all the time, you couldn't even take care of yourself :(

you walked into the living room, where the members were all sitting and watching their weekly movie night. "can't cum," you mumble, somehow they all heard you.

all it took were those two words for all of them to turn of the TV and spring into action. not before arguing with each other about who should get to make you cum.

#skz hard hours #skz smut #bangchan smut #chan smut #lee know smut #minho smut #hyunjin smut #jisung smut #han smut #felix smut #seungmin smut #jeongin smut

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luludeluluramblings · 5 months ago

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Smalltown!Reader Headcanons

Warning: Fem!Reader, Slight NSFW

A/N: If you don’t want Reader to be Fem! you can ignore. I’m more than content with that, and will do my best to keep Reader GN! in the main story.

Reader looks remarkably like Martha Wayne. She has the same grey eye color, dark curly hair, cheekbones, and chin. But, the rest is all her Momma.

Reader is from a small town in Louisiana. Somewhere outside of Lafayette.

Reader is of Creole and Cajun decent from her Momma’s side of the family. (There is a difference between the two. I also like to keep the skin tone ambiguous because of this.)

She has a Louisiana accent. (Gotham’s very own Southern Bell.)

Reader can speak French. Not completely fluent, but almost.

Reader prefers spicy food. Has a love for beignets too, due to shop in the Smalltown giving her a free one whenever she stopped by.

Reader is itty bitty titty committee member! She still got some meat on her, but she doesn’t have knockers. (I just want some small chested thick girl representation. Not a stick, just no tits.)

Reader can sing and play the guitar, not like a rockstar or some professional. Just fun and heartfelt.(Music vibes are the Crane Wives and Delta Rae.)

Reader loves fairs. Love’s the food, the music, the rides, the shows, the animals. Favorite part, cheating at the games.

Secretly is a Trekkie due to Daddy and Younger Brother’s influence. (I call Younger Brother Jean-Luc or Lukie-Boy in my head.)

Reader is more of tactician then most people realize. (Wayne genetics are strong.)

Do not let the innocent Smalltown charm fool you. Momma was a petty person and Reader takes after Martha Wayne in more than just looks. (And, in one universe, Martha Wayne becomes the Joker. Not saying that Reader will, but the tactical mindset is there.)

Reader can and is willing to play up kinks and flirt for tactical reasons. Will use Rizz to advantage. (Probably won’t use this in the story, but the idea is there.)

Reader is not a physical fighter. Too squishy and only slightly more flexible than average.

Is slightly spoiled. She didn’t grow up impoverished. (Smalltown wealthy is barely equal to Gotham middle class, though.)

Below is a doodle I made of Reader. I’m a bit out of practice. I’m serious, I barely have time to draw in recent years and legit just bought a sketch pad yesterday to get this out of my system.

#platonic batfam #yandere batfam #yandere batfamily #batfam x reader #batfamily x reader #dc x reader #smalltown!reader #yandere batfamily x reader #yandere batfam x reader #fem reader #reader headcanons

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candylandphotos · 1 year ago

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Dark skinned Sudanese African American beauty fashion jewelry model ❤️

"Radiating Beauty and Elegance: Embracing the Dark-Skinned Sudanese African American Model's Allure with Fashion and Jewelry ❤️✨"

#Melanin-rich allure #Ethnic beauty representation #Cultural heritage diversity #Sudanese fashion icon #African American elegance #Jewelry-adorned beauty #Radiant skin tones #Empowering fashion statement #Inclusive modeling #Authentic portrayal #Model's natural beauty #Dark skin positivity #Beauty in ethnic diversity #Fashion-forward individuality #Adorning jewelry gracefully #pretty girl #beautiful women #pretty woman

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slutforfictionalwomen · 2 months ago

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New things

Kinktober day 16

Wanda M x Natasha R x Fem Reader

Main kinks: Bondage, hypno kink.

Word count: 1,7K

Summary: You've been in a dom/sub relationship with two dominant women for a year, when they decide they want to level things up a bit.

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub, bdsm, bondage, pet names, hypnosis, cunnilingus, strap on use, use of vibrator, playroom, rough sex, hair pulling.

A/N: This is not the accurate representation of hypnosis. This is more like a mix with Wanda's power.

Your dominant Natasha doesn't often invite you to her office. But yesterday, she told you there was something she and your other dominatrix, Wanda, wanted to speak to you about. Since it was a bit secretive, it sparked excitement in you. You know they love you too much to dump you, so it can't really be anything bad that is going to happen.

You got dressed in the dark purple dress Wanda picked out for you. You probably wouldn't have chosen it for yourself, but when you tried it on for Wanda, you thought it suited you. Wanda put a bit on top of that, saying you looked like the cutest little plaything in it, only for her and Natasha.

You put on the expensive Docs Natasha insisted on buying you. You once said you thought they were pretty, then you saw the price tag and immediately said they were way too expensive. Natasha said she didn't mind the price, but you didn't want her to spend all that money on you. She then bought them after threatening to punish you if you kept up the back talk.

You look at your final outfit in the mirror. You put on some eyeliner and mascara earlier, but that's it. You know your girlfriends prefer you without any concealer or foundation, your unclear skin makes you look more youthful, which they somehow like. You decide that you look fine. It's time to meet them.

You receive a tight 'yes' when you knock on the door of Natasha's office. You walk in to see your partners sitting at Natasha's desk, Wanda has her usual tea and Natasha her coffee. "Hey," you greet them with a smile whilst sitting down.

"Good evening, pretty girl," Wanda says, pushing a few documents over to you and gently grazing your fingers when she can.

"We've been in this relationship and dynamic for a year today, we thought it was about time to renew the contract we made to keep boundaries clear," your other dominant speaks. She speaks less flirty than Wanda, as usual, but she gives you the sweetest smile.

You take a second to look at them in awe, both of them in their work suits, and you in your pretty little dress. "Okay, so I just.. fill this in?" Immediately after asking, you receive a nod from both. You pic up the pen they put down for you and start thoroughly reading and filling in the documents.

You're almost done, but at the last one, you start questioning it. Hypnosis. Last time, you said no. It was your first time being in this type of relationship and put hypnosis as a hard limit. This time, you're curious. You want to experiment.

Wanda seems to notice your struggle. "What's wrong, dear?" She gives you a kind smile, willing to explain anything to you.

"What do you mean by hypnosis exactly?" You look up at them and point at the word. Wanda and Natasha share a quick look, then Natasha starts speaking.

"Hypnosis is often used in the bdsm scene for multiple reasons. Wanda has the ability to hypnotise people very easily, which makes this one we are very interested in trying. Would you like to try?" Natasha quickly explains it.

You look at them, then back at the paper, then back at them. Wanda gives you the sweetest smile. She would never hurt you. You trust her. "I'll try it."

At Halloween night, when the kids have stopped coming by the door and have probably all gone to bed, Natasha in her cop costume puts her handcuffs on you after randjmly asking if you could. You then realise they are not the usual handcuffs for a cop costume, but your actual own leather playroom handcuffs.

"What is this all about?" You ask Natasha as she guides you to the play room, where she and Wanda have all the tools. When you think of Wanda, you come to the thought that you don't know where she has gone.

"It's all part of the plan, baby." Natasha gets you on the bed, facing up. She clicks the handcuffs to the special designed headboard, and you naturally start tugging on it.

Wanda comes in, still wearing her witchy costume, though she always dresses a bit witchy. Your black cat costume, which they picked out for you, finishes it all off.

"Okay baby, I want to hypnotise you, but you have to fully consent to it. You also have to do what I say for me to be able to put you under hypnosis in the first place. What do you say to that?" Wanda kisses your forehead, another sign that you are safe with her.

"That's okay, mommy. I like the idea and I will listen." You reply in the best way possible, trying not to seem nervous.

"That's a good girl, just do what I say. First relax, get into a comfortable position, and close your eyes." You do exactly what she says, allowing for this to begin.

It took a lot of listening and relaxing, but Wanda finally got you into a hypnotised state. You instantly love the feeling of fully giving up control in a literal way. It feels somehow hazy.

Natasha takes off your handcuffs, so you are basically free to go, but you aren't. Something is holding you back. Something is between the signals from your brain to your arms, which means you are not putting them down next to you.

"Put your arms down, love," Wanda says, and immediately, you are able to put them down beside you. "Now get up and strip."

Again, you do what she says. You try resisting a bit, but you really can't. You take off your top, then your skirt and thights.

"Make her sit down and take her underwear off, then spread her legs to show us her wet pussy." Natasha is standing behind Wanda, her hands on the other woman's waist and her mouth by her ear.

Wanda visibly shivers but goes through with it. "You heard her, sit down. First your bra, then your pretty undies."

Said and done. You sit down to give them the show they want. Your pussy is dripping wet, Natasha audibly moans at the sight, coming to get a closer look.

"I'm having too much fun with this, Natty." Wanda looks at Natasha, pouting. She then turns her attention back to you. "Let's try something. On the floor. Ten sit-ups, I want to see your legs wide."

You didn't know what to expect, but it most certainly wasn't this. You don't want to do this. It's humiliating. You can't resist the force, and so you start doing the sit-ups she told you to do.

After doing ten, you see Wanda and Natasha looking at your pussy with amused expressions. It makes you blush.

"Wands, I can't wait any longer." Natasha poles Wanda, then starts taking off her outfit, only keeping on her black lingerie.

You feel the force to get up before Wanda speaks. "Sit down on that bench, legs wide." When you sit down like she told you to, she sits down on your side and starts kissing you.

Captured in the kiss, you didn't notice Natasha kneeling down to start licking your pussy. She starts off with kitten licks but soon goes into a pattern of sucking and licking and sometimes nibbling. You can tell she enjoys it from her noises.

Wanda chuckles when she notices your effort to try and close your legs around your mistresses head, but obviously failing due to the hypnosis. Natasha starts to add pushing her tongue into your aching hole to the rhythm, which makes you even more desperate and loud into your snogging session with Wanda.

When you are really close and almost there, Natasha pulls away, and the hypnosis is being lifted. Wanda also stops kissing you, delivering a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Whyyyy," you whine out in frustration. Wanda is now leading you back to the bed. Natasha again accompanies her. She is now wearing your favourite strap and back to putting handcuffs on you. This time, you get pushed onto the bed facing the mattress, and the clip of the handcuffs is detached to the headboard.

"Because this is part of the plan. Ass up," Natasha commands you. When you disobey, because you can now that you're out of hypnosis, you receive a hard smack.

When you do as Natasha says, Wanda lies down beside you in a way that she has a view on your pussy. You can see her bringing up a wand vibrator, the only warning before it's being turned on and pressed against your dripping cunt.

After a minute of Wanda drawing moans from you with the wand vibrator, Natasha joins in, thrusting her strap into you. Your mistress immediately goes deep, setting up a nice pace.

When you mewl at the intensity, Natasha decides you grab your hair and pull your head back, fucking into you harder. She chuckles at the cat eats you're still wearing from the costume, and her hand goes to wander over your bare tits. You're gorgeous, just their plaything. Even without the hypnosis, you do anything they tell you to do.

"Mommy!" You suddenly scream out when Wanda turns up the vibrator to the highest level. Natasha sees this as a sign to pound into you even harder.

"Are you close yet?" Wanda asks in the most seductive voice you have ever heard from her. You had been close for what felt like ages, but you somehow didn't care to say it.

"Yes, mommy. So close." You whine out. Your legs start to tremble. You have to try hard to keep yourself up.

"Do you want to cum for us, sweety?" Natasha's voice is dark as always, the most sadistic one of the two. Her pace keeps going up, and when you think she can't speed up anymore, she picks up the pace only last time.

"Yes, please mistress. Please let me cum!" You try to pull back from her thrusts to avoid coming without permission, but that behaviour is noticed as Natasha delivers a smack to your butt.

"Go ahead, cum for us." You don't even recognise who said the words when the hardest orgasm you've ever had races through you. One moment, you were cumming hard. The next, you went completely black.

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what-even-is-thiss · 7 months ago

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Trying to come up with increasingly convoluted reasons that people in the elder scrolls are almost always the same race as their mother and not their father:

Some major racial traits are carried in the X chromosome. This would explain why males are usually visually the same as their mothers but would not explain it for females. Maybe studies in Tamriel are sexist and have an over-representation of cisgender men in the data

Race is culturally determined by the type of racial magic inherent and what magic abilities you get are caused by stewing in your mother’s magic or something

Whether a baby will have an elven or human appearance/lifespan is like. Hormone based? Based on what hormones they’re exposed to in the womb? Kinda like how some scientists think homosexuality works? Maybe if you put an elf fetus into a human it would turn into some new type of human with elf dna?

The gods give the racial appearance of the baby to the parent that prays about it harder and if they both ask just as hard the pregnant one wins the tie because they’re doing the most work

It’s actually equally likely for either parents’ race to be visually or magically dominant but the people of Tamriel have just somehow been getting heads in the coin toss for five billion times in a row, like when a family of twelve is all girls or all boys but taken to the extreme

Certain racial traits are just considered culturally to make you that race if you have them. Like how dark skin might work in some places in our world. So maybe all the half this or that people we’ve met have just happened to inherit those racial traits from their mothers. Like how the grey prince from Oblivion has an orcish nose so he’s considered to be an orc even though he’s half imperial or how Karliah from Skyrim has grey skin so she’s considered to be a dark elf even though one of her grandfathers was mixed race altmer/bosmer

The imperial guild of healers is just making this stuff up and it’s just not true. You can meet some people in the games that inherited their father’s race including Virkmund, a Nord child in Skyrim with a Breton mother and there’s written records of more instances of people looking more like their fathers

The Dreamer that’s dreaming up the universe messes with peoples DNA to make them look like their mothers because it likes things to fit in neat categories

The people on Tamriel have alien DNA or some other equivalent thing native only to a jar in Todd Howard’s office.

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dr-spectre · 2 months ago

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I wanna say one final thing about the Marina stuff that went down.

Seeing all the cool fan art that has sprouted due to what has been going on and people sharing their love and passion for Marina is absolutely incredible and reminds me of the importance of the character.

Marina as a character speaks to such a wide range of people and i think it's incredibly sweet and powerful stuff. This character and the culture she embodies is important to a ton of people and as a community, we should NEVER... EVERRRRR forget that!!!!

Marina is my second favourite Idol, i find a lot of relatablity in her despite my appearance looking absolutely NOTHING like her. It feels amazing to know that there is a HEAVILY autistic coded character out there who i can find some comfort in. Not the same kind of comfort as Callie, but different.

I really do love Marina, and I wish my brain would hyper focus on her instead of the magenta squid woman...

I hope we can move past this and learn how to treat people who look different from you much MUCH better. Although the Splatoon community can be very accepting of others and is genuinely one of the more kinder communities out there, it still has a really awful and down right racist side to it, that makes me sick to my stomach.

The stuff i saw about the situation involving Marina and her VA really pissed me off, and i felt so incredibly disappointed. I want this community to do better, and i want minorities to feel safe and comfortable here. It's not fucking fair man.

It's insane to me that the series that's an allegory for racism is full of racist individuals who freak out over seeing a person that isn't white and straight... UGHHHH! It makes so angry, SO. ANGRY. God forbid a woman has a darker tone of skin...

We got 4 idols based on Japanese culture and its different aspects in terms of Idol popstars, a Brazilian singer, an Indian performer, and a black octopus woman. Being racist and defending the act of white washing in a series full of diversity and representation is such vile shit and there is no place for you here, or anywhere else for that matter.

Im not even talking about the person who made that pale skin Marina art, they have said sorry and will focus on improving themselves, only time will tell if they do. But, the people who defended them and then got mad at others who crictised something as important as a character's skin tone... Fucking despicable behaviour.

I really wanna believe in good and hope that the Splatoon community can really grow from this and actually fully embody the messages the games have shown us. But so far, it seems like some of y'all haven't got the message drilled in your fucking heads.

If you freak out over two dark skinned fictional women like these girls right here, then I'm genuinely worried about how you act towards real-life women of colour.

Do better. Seriously. Get better at how you perceive others and really reflect on yourself and what you say towards people who look different than you.

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