#fuck obidence

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

Post birthdate thoughts: forget hope, your mom getting then being sick and having to care EVEN MORE is a symbol of my terrible conception birth and earnest attempt at a better life while sending your life savings and life body and goddamn soul into a family a village of butt fuck African piranhas lollll how do you cancel yourself out for 30 plus years myyyy g. Post a wk of being gas lit and bullied whilst by my father bc he is ALSO regretful of his life choices l o l. I wish I was never born, sincerely. I’m sorry God, I’m sorry mom. I’m far too pussy to kill myself and too prideful for other avenues. I pray I get out of where I’m out and push through to something that is for me and that’s where I’m at if it happens if I can make it happen. If not, two ppl made a mistake, one poured gas on it while another tried to put the fire of mistake out from the 4th day to the 35th yr. I hope it turns out blessed and we accept or get at peace with it. If not I’ll scream and shout and blow my brains out in the key of anti natalism.

Happy Birthday to me. Attitude gratitude regardless shoutout to those really living out the gift of life. really, more life for all who really live it.

[psalmsofpsychosis]

people that need the proper context and label for every single fucking thing in their lives and need it defined by Some Invisible Authority TM bore me to death. "this is the X space. X space rules state that X space is for doing Y and Z. Therefore in this space we do the assigned Y and Z functions and NOTHING ELSE, because that was not defined within the parameters of the space and IT'S INAPPROPRIATE." "this is a café; here you order coffee and food and do your job only make eye contact with people you've brought with you or keep to yourself" "this is a club, here you dance and drink alcohol and grind on strangers and suggest sex to people" "this is the supermarket; here you buy grocery and then go home" "this is the feminism circle; here you talk about women according to vague criteria and dont bring up anything else" what if i tell you that you can make a Barista's day brighter by pulling a baby duck out of your pucket and mimicking a duckie voice thanking them and wishing them a lovely day as they're registering your order? what if you debate Hegel's philosophy with someone in a club and you both find out that you've been trying for ages to look acceptable and well-within-the-shallow-lines and you dont have to? what if you go to the supermarket and a grandma asks you to tell them the name of earlier mentioned Duckie and you end up befriending a grandma that introduces you to the best 70s underground obscure psychedelic bands?

The point is, no space is truly defined to contain the full spectrum of spontaneous human expression. You cannot assign protocol behaviors to different "contexts" in a way that doesn't inherently diminish your humanity and kill you inside. the "Normalize blahblahblah—" you dont need normalization, you need your fucking personhood back. The context is you; you happen, other people happen, let yourself happen for fucks sake. "you can't chat a stranger up while you're both standing in line to get movie tickets" listen to me— their bag had a Batman and a Stitch keychain hanging from it, i wanted to tell them that i think Batman and Stitch would be best friends actually, in fact; i did! because here is the thing; i'm alive and i can show love when i feel it and i can do whatever the fuck i want. <3 I'm not gonna wait for some Almighty Invisible Authority TM voice to tell me which parts of my personality are green lighted for which artifically structured context, i'm a whole person, not a fucking puzzle, you dont get to tell me which parts of me do i pick out and leave outside the door as i enter a space. What dies within the inflexible bounds of "expected and appropriate behavior in expected and appropriate spaces" is the intelligent and exhilarating instinct of creativity and spontaneity, and you know what? not on me or my duckie's watch.

[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

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[scentofpines]

my brother visited us today and OH MY GOD AM I GLAD HE'S FINALLY GONE. i cant pinpoint exactly what it is about him but i find him so hard to deal with. he seems very "unproblematic" for lack of a better word and chill and nice etc. but he is also kind of a control freak (in a subtle way) and VERY patronizing and he always inquires (not asks lmao) how i am doing and i always dread this question bc he just won't let it be when i say i'm fine and always sorta wants me to pour my heart out to him?? And I. just dont want to??? Lol. Like today he asked again "how are you?" and I said I'm pretty good BECAUSE I ACTUALLY WAS OK I WAS FEELING WELL and then he was like "yeah? really?" in a very questioning voice ughhhhh. i fucking hate this, it also just feels kind of devalueing to my progress. like i'm having a fairly good time and then there's this dude basically reminding me that i'm supposed to be depressed bc i guess that's just my personality. this doubting thing he always does just pisses me off so bad.

and then later we were just completely casually chill chatting together with my mom and out of fucking nowhere he was like "so what about therapy for you?" and I thought i didn't hear him correctly and I was like????? What the hell are you talking about? And then he just kept saying that i should try therapy again and i was very confused bc it came so suddenly and also i am currently absolutely not planing on doing a therapy. i had my share of experiences with therapists and i'm just not up to it right now. but he was very pressuring like "it could really help you" etc. and kept saying all this shite as if i myself have actually NEVER thought about this. (he is like this very often, for example when my mom and i talk about how we are planning on moving to south west france in the future, he is always like "do you know how complicated it is to move to another country??? do you know how hard it is to take care of a farm???? do you know they speak french there????? do you have brains?" SHUT UUUUPPP) and the thing is when i push back then and voice my opinion of not wanting to do this or, like in the "how r u" situation, insist on being fucking FINE or even just saying or heavily implying that i do not want to talk about this stuff with him it ALWAYS makes me look like i have an even bigger problem because 1) i "lie" about how i'm doing 2) i don't open up about my feelings to anyone 3) i am an idiot that refuses therapy. HE ALWAYS MAKES IT LOOK LIKE THIS with the the way he speaks to me.

I know he means well but it just feels extremely annoying, nosy and infantilizing.

[bunnyyyuu]

includes: f! reader, aged up! characters, dom! maki / sub! yuuta, cunnilingus, bondage, overstim

maki using you to teach yuuta how to eat pussy !!（〃∀〃；）

well, teach might not be the right word. it's kind of like when parents throw their kids into the pool and force them to learn how to swim.

her hand has a vice grip on the roots of his jet locks, shoving his pretty face between your legs — legs that are tied by the ankles to either side of the bedframe. yuuta clearly has barely any clue what he's doing, but, to his credit, he can barely breathe.

his tongue is lapping at your sopping cunny so so so desperately, no direction or technique in sight. it's not even close to enough to make you cum, it's barely even stimulation at all. ugh!!

maki can tell you're dissatisfied — it's written all over your face and clear in your lack of moans — and it brings a scowl onto her face. "yuuta," she hisses, dragging his face against your sex, "try harder."

yuuta tries to mumble some sort of apology from his useless mouth, though it comes out as just a weak whine.

"listen to me," she scolds. and, again, it's just a whine in response.

though, he seems to actually listen. you can almost hear the cogs of his brain turning as his tongue tentatively flattens on the underside of your throbbing clit. the moan the bubbles from your parted lips is enough confirmation that he's finally doing something close to right. so, he does it again. and again. and again. until your choked moans and the lewd, wet sounds of his tongue lapping at your weeping bud fill the room.

"that's better," maki grumbles, and you can feel yuuta's lips curve into a smile at her half-hearted praise.

it's not long before your strangled, pitchy moans grow louder and yuuta's slurping the cum you're despoting onto his eager tongue. maki smiles a little as your squirm and whine through your orgasm — though your writhing is heavily reduced by your restraints. she uses her free hand to gently rub up and down your trembling thigh in a stark contrast to how hard she's gripping yuuta's hair, forcing his mouth onto your twitchy, overstimulated cunt again.

"too much, maki! tell 'im i need a — ah! — break," you gasp out when yuuta's tongue doesn't let up, flicking your throbbing clit like it's all he's ever wanted.

she almost laughs in your face at that. too much? no. he won't be done until he's mastered the art of making a pretty girl cum. "not yet," she says with a small head shake , "put your tongue in 'er, yuu," she instructs the boy.

and, he is so obident to her every command — she has him on the shortest leash, you think — sinking his hot tongue into your hole. he moans against your pussy when it excitedly clenches around the pretty pink muscle. he fucks his tongue in and out of your spasmodic entrance, a small smile on his lips as another climax seems to crash over you.

and, true to maki's word, yuuta spends hours learning between your legs until he is an expert! though, unfortunately for you, you end up a shaking, sniffling mess after far too many orgasms (o^▽^o)

[silken-moonlight]

call me greedy but can we please have more vampire emperor with his new favorite concubine? im still thinking about him ;;-;;

Won't call you greedy because I love him too.

Vamp!Emporer and his new concubine

He carried you back into his bedroom, shutting the door with a kick. You were still tense when he brought you to the bathroom.

"I decided you should clean yourself up for running away like that," he commanded. You nodded, still so shy. There was a bath drawn for you, and he watched you like a hawk. After a moment had passed, you began to undress yourself. There was a subtle grin on his lips, especially when he saw your combined juices run down your thighs.

You caught his gaze. "Look at the mess we made," he purred. You blushed deeply before getting into the tub, beginning to wash yourself for him. His eyes stayed on you, gesturing for you to wash yourself. You obeyed, taking a sponge and the soap that smelled best to you. You didn't look at him, but still put on a little show for him.

When you where finished and got out of the tub, he took a towel and dried you from head to toe. Gasping when he dried your breast and senstive pussy. He looked into your eyes and grinned more. "Still sensitive? You're tempting me with those little reactions." He said, he grabbed your face and kissed you passionatly:"Do you think you can take a little more, sweetling?" You nodded and he was delighted.

In a matter of minutes he had you tied to his chair, the one he sat in when he did some work at his desk. You were still sore, still exhausted, but you craved more. He seemed to have recobered from fucking you so well earlier, now standing before you with a brush. You look up at him, watching him.

"This will be delectable." He said softly. He began guiding the brush over your nipples. You gasped, the featherlight feeling stimulating you. He trailed down, to your clit and did the same. You moaned, it felt good. Too light but good. He did it again and again and again. Your hips tried to move but were held down by him. He tortured you with this, bringing you to the edge, stopping and doing it again. He leaned to you and whispered into your ear:"This is for letting me wait so long until you finally allowed me to fuck you..."

"What...?" You asked, your head dizzy. He stayed silent and kept going, suddenly he stopped, walking around the chair and getting something. He returned, it looked like a little egg. "You know what this is?" You shook your head. "Its a magic sex toy." He touched the little jewel at the end of it and held it to you clit. You screamed, it vibrated, it felt good, too good. You came immediatly as he chuckled. "So good for me, so obident..." he mumbled into your hair as he took the toy away and took your restraints off while you recovered from your orgasm.

"We will go to bed now," he said in a gentle manner you hadn't known until now. Now you really couldn't walk, as he intended. He carried you to his bed and slipped under the covers with you, his arms tightly wrapped around you as he commanded you to sleep.

[rafedaddy01]

Summary: You’re bent on all fours as rafe eats you out from behind

Warnings: oral, possessive rafe, male masturbation

A/n: guys don’t be scared to send in requests, I really need some fresh ideas.

“Get up on all fours. Spread your thighs wide open for me. Show me what’s fucking mine”

You submit to his order, your obidence making rafe grow harder.

He leans over you, holding your back to his chest, as he buries his nose in your hair, inhaling your intoxicating scent.

His tongue runs down the side of your neck.

He moves your head back towards him, kissing your cheek and looking deep into your eyes, seeing them begging for relief.

He moves down your parted thighs.

You gasp as he roughly pulls them apart and pushes his tongue deep into your slit.

He starts lapping and tasting your juices.

You squirm under his muscle, gripping the sheets as moans fall from your lips.

To rafe your sounds are the sexiest thing he’s ever heard, and they ignite something inside of him, he wants to make you his in anyway he can.

Just as your about to reach your peak, rafe pulls back, ignoring your poor whimpers of denial.

“Please, rafe. I need to cum. Please”

Instead of giving you what you crave, rafe nips at the tender skin of your inner thighs.

He ignores your swollen pussy and moves back up your body. His lips kiss your shoulder, his tongue running down your back and towards your perfect ass.

He parts your folds and runs his tongue from your ass all the way down before enclosing his mouth over your lips and tugging at them.

He moves to feast on your clit, devouring you relentlessly until your a panting mess.

“Cum on my tongue” he grits out

Your pushed over the edge as you scream your release.

Rafe doesn’t let up, even as you try to push him away from your bundle of sensitive nerves.

His grip tightens on you as he continues sucking and licking.

You feel the familiar feeling building inside you again

Your second orgasm more intense than the first, hitting you harder.

You fall to the sheets, panting. Rafe kneels beside you and takes in the way you glisten with sweat.

Your unique scent mixed with the fragrance of sex invades his nostrils.

He kneels above you and fists his cock, pumping it while he savers the taste of you on his tongue. 

He can’t hold back any more and shoots his hot cum all over your tits, wringing every last bit out on your perfect body.

“My cum marking your skin makes you mine” rafe growls out “your tits, your pussy, your whole fucking body, is mine”

Your eyes look up at him with hunger.

Rafe bends down and takes your lips, “your mine, y/n”

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[subtlesolitude-tailoredtaste]

This is I cannot emphasize this enough CRUCIAL life lesson. No matter who, what, where you are. No matter how close this other people are. It will destroy you mind/body/spirit surgical destruction.

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🕳️🧗🏾‍♀️

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adapting yourself to satisfy the expectations of other people will destroy you

[jambalaya-enthusiast]

Jimmy x co captains reader I have nothing else

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I lied he should have a power dynamic and reader should be a obident little co captain.

Captain! Jimmy x Co-captain! Reader Headcanons;

Warnings: sigh it's jimmy what do u expect.

- He loves to be in control,inside bed, outside bed,it doesn't matter.

- he orders you around as if you're his personal maid or something,'fetch me a coffee,y/n'. Umm?

- he always asks you to take his psych evals,and ofcourse you have to make him seem sane even if you hear things like 'i have found myself sexually excited at the mere sight of you,y/n...haha just kidding,or not.

But you always push it through,just a few more months,then you'll be out of this predicament, you'll be able to tolerate his temper tantrums and his unnecessary ordering around,and even his uncomfortable comments.

But boy oh boy,you weren't prepared of what the future had in store for you.

While in the cockpit,he would stare at you for an unprecedented amount of time to the point you'd have to ask him what was wrong. He would say "nothing, just staring at that pretty little face of yours,and thinking about what can happen to such pretty faces..y'know?".

You didn't even understand him,his idea of 'flirting' could count as borderline harrasment.

But ofcourse is there's anything that Pony Express teaches it's employees,is to suck it the fuck up. There was nothing to be done. You simply had to put up with his antics.

You should've expected that this would of happened sooner,just not...this soon..

there you were pressed up against the wall,with Jimmy holding you down by your waist, you couldn't move,you were trapped.

"Jimmy...please..what is this?...just let me go..please... I wouldn't speak of this to anyone I promise...just please...". You tried to reason with him,but alas the brown haired male was too deep down in his desires to care about the consequences any more.

"i should've done this sooner,and don't worry,even if you do tell about this to anyone,it wouldn't amount to anything". He chuckled darkly,as if he was too used to situations like these...like it didn't even matter to him.

without a warning,jimmy pressed his knee between your legs,his one hand gripping your neck,while the other making its way to your lips, parting them.

"let us start shall we?,it would be a shame if a body as pretty as yours would go to waste".

and with that, you started feeling weak,and the feeling crept up your spine like fireworks,you knew that this night was going to be far too long.

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about chubby!nerdy!Reader being BFFs with Demetri and Eli but being the secret girlfriend of mean girls Yasmine and Moon again.

This could pretty much just be loser!Demetri and shy!Eli, so yeah. But anyway,

Reader sits through listening to Demetri ramble on and on about Yasmine and how pretty she is and how he'd do anything for her. Reader is just nodding along because it's no different than what she's heard before, all while Eli is just half paying attention because he's heard it all too but doesn't have the heart to say anything to make their friend stop. But the whole time Reader is texting Moon and Yasmine, blushing because they're talking about all the things they want to do to her when they see her next.

Their texts are so flirty and dirty, making Reader feel all types of ways. They make her feel special and wanted. She's the only one who gets to see this side of them, as they're usually thorny and mean to everyone else. Especially her friends, which should mean something but Reader just can't help herself. Yasmine and Moon have total co trol over her a d hold the key to her heart.

Reader will suddenly leave a study session or hangout because Yasmine text her about needing to take out some frustration. They guys are always wondering where she runs off too, having no idea she's getting pounded by a fat strap as they speak. Reader whines and wiggles under Yasmine as she gets utterly fucked. Yasmines hands are digging into her fatty waist trying to hold her still as she fucks into Reader fast and hard. Whatever she was angry about before has melted away, leaving behind carnal desire and need to see Reader fall apart on her fake dick.

When she's finished, she lets Moon clean Reader up a bit before they put the harness and strap of Reader, who just lays there catching her breath but never objects. Once it's secure, Moon takes her tun riding the fat fake cock Yasmine loves to use so much. All while Yasmine plays with and marks up Reader's tits. Reader gets so overstimulated, she comes and squirts, bucking her hips up on accident and fucking up into Moon - who loves it and moans and cries out with pleasure. She creams all over the toy and hops off, letting Yasmine have her turn.

They don't etc Reader have a break, not that she minds. They love their obident little nerd, who gets so tired out from getting fucked and fucking them. They kiss all over her face and tell her she's such a good girl for them, that she knows exactly how they like it and how to use her cock.

When all is said and done, they're too tired to get cleaned up immediately. They just lay together and cuddle, happy to be together. Moon initiates long, sensual makeout sessions with Reader with Yasmine plays with their hair and kisses Reader's neck.

[xxfaggatronxx]

AOOOUGHHHHHH-

Sorry guys for the MASSIVE amount of posts, it took me literal MONTHS to gain the courage to post on this site so… kinda dumping everything teeheehee

This story has MY headcannons. If you want to see all my headcannons, look at my page: it’s the pinned message (also someone said I wokeified them and my brother in Price I cannot agree more-)

Ghoap! Ghoap! Ghoap!

Soap had laughed at first, watching Ghost reverse the shitty pickup truck they had, ahem, borrowed, and slam the back of it into at least two or maybe even three Shadows. He stopped laughing when the screams had cut off as Ghost put the truck in drive and sped off.

The gunfire was heavy, the cool air whistling through the cracked windows, the glass splintered from the bullet holes. Soap saw a red dot appear over his heart, watched a sniper aim at him, his eyes fixated on the man behind the gun. “Johnny! Get your head in the fucking game! Cover my six!” And who was Soap to argue with his Lieutenant? He would follow him to the ends of the Earth. Soap, fumbling, aimed his gun and pulled the trigger.

The recoil punched his already wounded shoulder back, making it slam painfully into the door of the truck. He didn’t even check to see if he hit anything. He checked: the red dot was gone. His arm reminded him of its pained existence, forcing him to only sweat and grit his teeth at the sharp burst of pure hurt. Ghost looked at him with something…. Concern? Annoyance? Probably the latter, if he had to be realistic. “Can’t hold a gun, L.t.” Soap began unbuckling his vest, the sounds of gunfire having faded as the truck sped out the town.

“…How bad?” The person beside him grunted, the hulking form twisting to look out of the rear windshield, reassuring no pursuit. Ghost turned back towards him, the skull mask’s dark holes boring into him, the brown eyes staring deep into his soul, as if to say ‘Don’t lie or I’ll kill you.’

And Soap…. Kind of didn’t want to be killed. So, he told the truth, in his signature dance-around-the-fact-it’s-hurting kind of way. “Och! I ain’t wailin’ yet, Ghost,” The Brit grumbled, turning back to the road. But those dark brown eyes glanced over at him, and Soap saw the black fabric of the balaclava shift, as if…. Was Ghost chewing it’s lip?

He didn’t have the time to think about it, because Ghost exhaled through their nose loudly, gripped the wheel, and jerked it to the side, sending Soap against the door of the truck again. His arm was jarred painfully, and he groaned softly, glaring at Ghost. But then the car was stopped.

He watched, baffled, as Ghost came around to his side of the truck, opening the passenger door for him. Soap looked up at them in confusion, and Ghost cleared it’s throat. “…Right, get up Johnny, your legs still work and I’m not carrying you,” Ghost waited patiently as Soap awkwardly hopped out of the truck, the old thing creaking and its suspension giving a protesting squeal.

Ghost turned, not waiting to see if Soap was following. The Scot rolled his eyes and scoffed, but obidently followed. Even now, with the lieutenant walking clearly in front of him, he could barely hear it’s steps. Silent, stalking almost.

“Here, it’s a little bit of cover,” The deep, Manchester rumble hit him, making him perk up and peer at the small shack, his mind already flipping through the list of things he needed; Covered. Camouflaged. Inconspicuous.

Perfect. Now he just needed his arm fixed, and maybe a shot or two of something alcoholic, and all would be right in his world. A heavy, warm hand clamped on the back of his neck. He jolted, hand reaching down to grasp the gun at his hip, arm pulled forward and poised to jab into the stomach of-

“Johnny,” The warm voice, usually a deep timbre, was now soothing, Ghost. His mind calmed somewhat, relieved that someone he trusted had his six. The hand grounded him, and gloves fingers gently ran across the short hairs on the back of his nape. He had to resist the urge to take a good sleep after that. “…Hey. Sergeant, did you take anything else besides adrenaline out there? Wake up,” Fingers cruelly dug into his skin, and shook him.

“Sod off, yeh bawbag,” Soap grumbled as he pulled away, glaring over his shoulder at Ghost, who rolled their eyes and opened a small kit on his bag. The roll of gauze and topical antibacterial and topical anesthetic looked small in Ghost’s hands, but before his mind could think of anything else, his shirt was being yanked off. “Wha- Aye! Buy me dinner first!”

“Keep it tactical, Johnny,” Ghost simply grumbled before peering at Soap’s wound. It hummed, and pressed the flesh around the red hole, scabbed with blood. Soap jolted, and glared at the Brit, who just looked at the wound. The Scot let himself be, to put it bluntly, manhandled around until Ghost was peering at his back. “…Bullet went clean through, just gotta bandage and sanitize,”

Soap nodded, gritting his teeth as Ghost popped the tab on the 2-in-1 bottle of antibacterial and topical anesthetic, and turned to look as Ghost peeled off their gloves, making Soap stare at it’s hands more intently, looking at the scars and burn marks, the bloodied knuckles. Ghost warmed the clear paste in their hands to make it slick, smearing a healthy amount on the entrance and exit wound of the bullet.

Soap squeezed his eyes shut as Ghost’s thumb pushed some of the antibacterial goop into the wound, hissing through gritted teeth. “Hurts, yeh ass, be more gentle,” And to his surprise, Ghost listened. The hands smoothed over his wound, gentle and warm. One hand gently steadied his bicep while the other wrapped gauze around the wounds.

Soap looked down, seeing Ghost’s brow furrowed in concentration, it’s head ducked to look at the wound closely. The blond’s dark brown eyes with the eye-black smudges around them, peeks of pale skin popping through from where it had wiped their face or. Clumps of the sticky eye-black were on their pale lashes, which fluttered softly whenever Ghost blinked. Thier eyes were focused on the bullet hole, on him.

He paused, huffing softly as Ghost gently patted his freshly cleaned and bandaged shoulder, stood back up, and looked down at Soap. “…Well, all patched up, anything else?” And Soap, before he could stop himself, joked, “Aye, a kiss would make it all better L.t.,” And he leaned forwards, lips puckered and making exaggerated smooch noises.

Then soft lips pressed against his own. Warm and chapped, with a little indent that hinted at a scar on the left, lower lip. Soap’s eyes opened to see big brown ones staring at him, pale lashes a stark contrast from the doe eyes and smudged eye-black. Their eyes closed, and Soap closed his eyes soon after when he felt a warm, large hand cup his cheek. “There ya go… that’s it…” Ghost mumbled against his lips.

Embarrassed, Soap attempted to deepen the kiss, nibbling that plush bottom lip, and making Ghost grunt, then chuckle at the sudden pain. “Eager for something, Johnny?” The hand tightened on his jaw, forcing his teeth apart, forcing him to free Ghost. But the Brit dove back in, barely giving Soap time to breathe before all he could taste was salt and sweat and the shitty fake chocolate in their protein bars.

When both of them pulled away, Soap gaped like a fish, panting; lips no doubt swollen, probably a tad red and his eyes lidded. He could feel the bit of drool on the side of his mouth, and he heard Ghost swear. “Fuckin’ hell, you look lovely when kissed speechless Johnny,” The taller chuckled before patting Soap on the back, and left the shack.

Soap cursed, red faced and sputtering. “Ghost! Yeh Nyaff-,” Soap huffed as he tugged on his shirt, and followed after his Lieutenant.

[stonedlilac]

TW: Kidnapping, gun play, forced submission, corruption, threats of death.

The cold barrel brushes hauntingly against my cheek, my lips tense and locked, breaths erratic. My body locks up and my mind goes blank.

P-please.

I stutter below you, already on my knees in forced submission. You gently grab up my chin.

Suck.

One word. That's all you have for me. Your grip tightens around my jaw, slurred pleas escaping my lips as my mouth is forced open. You quickly muffle my whines, the barrel scratching against my teeth.

You're much more useful to me with your mouth filled, whore.

The barrel touches the back of my throat, making me gag pathetically. It throws my body forward, drool dripping to the floor. I want so badly to grab it, but fear holds me back.

Look at how much easier it is for you when you're a good girl. Shine my gun, slut and I won't make you bleed. Though you'd look so pretty for me limp and bleeding.

My breath hitches and I pause, my face flushed as goosebumps form across my skin. You harshly grab my leash, wrapping the chain around your hand and tilting my head back.

Take this fucking gun down your throat before I end you.

You seethe, your breath hot against my face, inches away. I hear a small click as you sadistically pull the handle back. Plunging the barrel deep in my throat forced gurgles escape, the rhymic sound of spit and drool collecting in my throat.

One thought consuming me, that fucking gun is loaded. You pause, your eyes blank and black.

Well?

You admire the way tears start to collect at the base of my eyes, slowly dripping and shining my cheeks. Rearing a hand back, you slap me hard, I cry against you. Hesitantly, I start to bob my head up and down, my hair getting caught between my lips and the warm metal. My cheek burning, a gentle reminder to be good. Taking you as far down my throat as I can, I try so hard to please you.

I hear you chuckle above me, grabbing the back of my neck and pushing me forward. You hold me there, my insticts frantically kicking in as I struggle to no avail. I grab at your thighs, gripping them hard. My nails digging into you, leaving little imprints and marks. I'm starting to feel really fuzzy now, my eyes glossing over, drool running down my chin as I begin to fade out.

You look so pretty like this, darling. All pliant and abused for me. You're going to get even prettier when you wake up. I'm going to ruin you, corrupt you, make you into my obident slut. You won't ever want to leave when I'm done with you.

You force the barrel deeper, the lack of oxygen making my face turn a dark red. My twitches getting weaker with every passing second. It won't be long now.

Everything goes black.

[sol-consort]

Idk if this is your vision or not but, I get the vibe that the illusive man would really like to see shepard and miranda fuck because they're both like dolls in his dollhouse if you know what I mean (like me when I was a little girl and made my dolls scissor lmao). Also I think I'm sick in the head because I think it's really like erotic that he brought us back from the dead like watching over us naked on the surgical table and basically rebuilding her like frankestein type beat (is that weird lmao?)

The illusive man is really the med university drop out to our frankestein's monster <3

It's erotic in the sense that he's viewing you as a piece of art rather than a piece of meat to lust after. Each body part, each square of skin, each droplet of blood, is treated with ten times the value of gold.

You're revered as much as you are obsessed over by him. As he constructs you and comes by weekly to gaze upon your naked form on the medical bed, marvel at his grand creation in all of its glory.

Reconstructing every part of you back to its original form, going through so much trouble just to make you the exact same because you were already the embodiment of perfection to him.

He didn't want to dare change a single thing, add enhancements, or microchip in your brain at the slightest risk it might actually change you, even a little bit. He couldn't afford that.

You're so right about him enjoying watching Miranda and Shep in bed together.

Miranda is more of a childhood doll, worn out and bores him by now, yet he grew attached to her nonetheless. A reminder of his more humble beginnings.

Shepard is his pride and joy, the golden trophy, a symbol of humanity. To own Shepard is to own all of humanity's collective spirts and hearts. It's the perfect doll for the founder of Cerberus, the organization with "looking out for humanity's best interest in mind, above all" as their slogan.

He constructed an entire playground for you, his favourite doll. Built an entire ship, hired the most talented actors and spies to work under you, and brought back your old friends as consolation so he could tie you down to him.

If your attachment to cerberus wasn't enough, then at least the presence of your old friends would make you reconsider.... or at least, confuse your mind enough to start associating his organisation with the same warmth and familiarity.

He built you up, much like god moulded the first human out of clay, The illusive man rightfully views himself as your maker.

Therefore, he knows what's best for you, even when you're not aware of it. You've been too restless lately, chasing after a past long forgotten, why don't you let him remind you of the present you're currently missing out on? Dangling a prize or two in front of your face to get your attention.

Especially with a femshep, he'd be condensing with his phrasing. Not paying your presence any mind as he turns his attention to Miranda, telling her to take you to her room and have a girls playdate. Dismising the two grown women in front of him, Shepard boiling with fury as if she's about to break his jaw, and Miranda who has to swallow her pride and answer with a polite affirmative.

You know he's watching as she strips you down on her bed. You can feel his scorching gaze on your skin through every camera in this room.

Picture him sitting on his chair, legs crossed, head titled to the side in a faux bored look, resting his cheek against the top of his closed hand.

You loath the way Miranda kisses you ever so sweetly, wondered if she's doing this out of her own free will or by some obligation to obide to his every word. Her hand moving up to cup your breast, squeezing the tender flesh, thumb swiping against your pebbling nipple before she takes it in her mouth.

Your back arches against the bed, her hands trail down your sides.

Lips wrapped around your sensitive nipple, sucking and mouthing against it as her fingers move more and more downwards. Brushing your clit, thumbing against it.

Keenly observing your reactions and learning just how you like to be played with, soaking in every piece of new information you unawarly expose to her from the slightest tremble of your bottom lip to your nails digging into the mattress below.

Miranda's fingers getting sticky with your wetness, your heavy breathing fills the room. Suppressed whines and whimpers; you don't want to grant him the satisfaction of hearing you, not when can already see everything happening from tens of angles.

Grabbing a pillow and burying your face into it just as the pleasure build up is too much, the knot in your core pulled too tightly, a mere flick against your clit there is all it takes for you to unravel. You keep the pillow firmly on your face, stealing another scene—one which he views as rightfully his own—from him.

Swearing that the next time you fuck Miranda it will either be on national television for everyone to see and not just him, or in some isolated dingy basement bar on a stained mattress where he may never reach you two.

"A girls playdate" what a fucking joke. You'll make him choke on his words one of those days.

[thr34t2sanity]

Okay listen I might make a part three dawg. I miss Sannie already and I want him involved in this somehow. Also why did SLUT ME. OUT COME ON LITERALLY HALF WAY THRU WRITING THIS!!!!!!

Here is the link to part one ;3 :

Cheer up, Mingi! Pt 2

Content: SMUT, college au, FWB, daddy! kink, blow job, unprotected sex

Pairing: Dom! Mingi X fem sub reader

Summary: You told him to study for the upcoming exam, but he told you not to worry because: “I got this.” Long story short, the only thing Song Mingi got was a 58%. He has been sulking all day and you’ve decided you had enough. Your goal by the end of the night is to him happy. Mission mingimpossible is a go!

Mingi lifts you with ease. The sudden movement scares you into his neck, clinging to him in fear that he would drop you. He chuckles at this, playfully pretending to let go off you. Laughing at the loud squeal you let out, his hands getting a good squeeeze of your ass before he begins to make his way to the hall.

You decide to make use of your proximity, pressing slow wet kisses to his neck as he finds his way to your room. At last, you feel your back hit the door. Mingi takes of his hands off your ass to reach for the hair at the back of your head. He grabs a handful of your hair and forces you look up at him, simultaneously using his body weight to keep you in place.

He looks into your eyes for a moment and you can tell that you were not the only one who felt out-of-control. He moves, slowly. His nose brushing against yours before hungrily kissing you. He pulls back a bit, taking your bottom lip with him before biting down- not hard- just enough for you to feel it. He presses your forheads together, pressing a soft kiss to your lips and then opens the door.

Mingi enters your room as if it’s his own, skillfully manuvering his way over to the bed and sitting down with you in his lap. He cups your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Pull me out baby.” Fuck. You swallow hard, both lips salavating at the idea of having his dick in your mouth.

You climb off his lap and get on your knees. Obidently, you slide his pants down, followed by his boxers until they pooled at his feet. And just like you thought, he was big. His dick was standing straight up, thick and veiny. You spent too much time admiring him apparently because you hear, “open your mouth.” Yet again, you blindly follow his instructions. He then slips two fingers into your mouth, swirling them around. You flutter your eyes closed, sucking on his fingers lightly. You’re still able to taste yourself on his fingers.

He suddenly presses his fingers down on your tongue which causes you to gag. He smiles at you before removing his fingers. He uses the saliva they’re coated in to lube himself up and starts stroking himself from base to tip a while you watched. “Come here.” You do so immediately, taking his tip into your mouth. He lets out a soft moan as you take over for him- taking as much of him as you can in your mouth and letting your hands pump the rest.

“Mhmm look at me baby,” Mingi says through his moans. You again do as he says, but take him deep into your throat as you do. “Fuck just like that pretty girl. I love seeing those lips wrapped around my dick. My pretty little slut.” He begins to lightly thrust his hips, attempting to keep up with the pace of your mouth. “I think I’m going to cum soon baby.” He says before pushing down on your head lightly so he can feel his tip hit the back of your throat. “So fucking good.”

You moan around his dick, loving how vocal he’s gotten now that he’s about to cum. He whines in response. Cursing to himself as he twitches wildly in your mouth. “Ah fuck.” He pulls out of your mouth, gripping your head with one hand, and pumping himself quickly as he cums on your tongue. You watch him through his head back and catch his breath as you wait for his next command. You have fully accepted that he was the one in charge and you enjoyed every minute of it.

He recovers moments later, reaching down to brush his fingers against your lips. “Let me see,” he commands. You open your mouth for him showing your now empty mouth, proof that you swallowed every last drop that hit your tongue. He scoops some from the corner of your lips with tip of his thumb and brings it up to your lips for you. You suck it off his thumb and he smirks before saying: “On the bed, ass up, and I want a pillow under your stomach.”

You follow his instructions, waiting patiently on the bed with your ass in the air. The cool air in the room brushed against your pussy as you bury your face into the pillow that wasn’t pressed against your stomach. You hear him shuffling about and you turn your head to look at him. He was shifting through your drawers, completely naked by now and looking absolutely edible. “What are you doing,” you pout at him softly.

“You don’t keep condoms in your dresser?” Oh. You shift a bit hesitant about what you were going to say next.

“Um… Yeah I keep them in the last drawer, but you know…” You trail off averting your eyes from his. “I’m actually on birth control and I trust you, so… We don’t really…”

“Alright then,” Mingi smirks and without another word he joins you on the bed. You whimper as you feel him firmly press a finger against your entrance. “So pretty.” He coes, before leaning down and pressing kisses on your skin starting at the dimples of your back. He licks at your spine and then makes his way to your shoulder, he bites down playfully but you’re overwhelmed by the feeling of his tip easing into you.

Both of you moan as he fills you up. He pulls back suddenly, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you with him so that your ass was pressed firmly against his stomach. He stays like that for a moment, wanting to feel you pulsing around him. You clench around him, instinctively, unable to handle the feeling how deep he is. He lands a harsh slap to your ass and you jolt forward but he brings you right back.

As soon as you feel him press against your walls, you cum. A loud whine escaping your hips. You hungrily ride out your high, trying to get as much of his dick as you can with no shame. Mingi watches in amusement, unmoving but you can feel him twitch inside you.

“Daddy, please.” You beg as you push back your needy hips, making him go even deeper then he already was. You were extremely sensitive and you swear you could feel him your guts at this point. He rewards you for your begging with a slow thrust. He pulls out almost all the way and then presses you right back against his stomach, his hands gripping your hips roughly.

“You’re so fucking tight and wet. Is this all for me baby?” He picks up the paste a little, finding a rhythm that makes you grip the pillow your head rest on tightly. You nod in response and receive another harsh spank. “I need to hear you say it.” He speeds up his thrust a little and becomes slightly more rough with you.

“It’s all for you, Daddy. You’re so big. I can only get this wet for you.” He grunts in response and picks up his pace once again. He’s fucking you for real, occasionally spanking you when your movements against him get sloppy. He thrust are deep, rough and fast. He suddenly grabs your arm roughly and pulls you back on to him while he angles his thrust so he’s hitting your g-spot that he found earlier.

Your legs are beginning to shake at this point. “Are you going to cum for me baby?” Mingi ask while leaning down and pressing himself against you. This was devastating to your pussy as he was able to hit a new area of your insides and kisses at the skin of shoulder while doing so. You had long ago lost your your ability to speak so you nod your head in response.

He pulls you up, shifting his weight on his knees and pressing you up against his chest. One hand grabs a handful of your boob and the other snakes down to rub your clit as he fucks you nice and fast. Your body gives out and you’re seeing stars as he helps you ride out your high while chasing his own.

He begins to moan uncontrollably in your ear, telling you how good you’re making him feel. “Fuck, I’m going to cum in your pretty pussy baby. I am going to fill you all up.”

“Fuck yes Daddy,” you moan response. “Cum in your baby’s pussy. I want it so bad. Please cum in me Daddy.” He presses his mouth against yours in a hungry kiss, forcing you to swallows his moans. You experience what you can only explain as cloud nine, cumming all over him once again. Mingi is not far behind you, his thrust are sloppy and timed with the pulsing of dick. The warm feeling in your insides lets you know that he has painted your walls, but he keeps thrusting. He was fucking his cum into you. He moans one more and finally stops moving his hips, resting his head on your shoulder.

You stay like that for a moment, you pressed against his chest while he kept his face buried in your neck, neither of you wanting to be disconnected just yet.

“Holy shit.” Mingi laughs. You squirm a bit at the way it made his dick vibrate in you. “Op, sorry.” He says finally releasing you from his hold. You flop down onto your bed, completely exhausted from what just happened.. You just fucked your friend Song Mingi. He lies next to you, watching your back rise and fall with every breath you take.

“Mingi,” you start slowly. “What the fuck was that.” He smirks at you turning to stare up the glow-in-the-dark stars on your ceiling.

“I think I’ve wanted to do that from the moment we met.” He turns to you. “I think we should try this out. Being fuck-buddies, I mean.” You turn over so you’re lying on your back with him. Is this a good idea? No it is not. Being friends with benefits does not work. Not only do you risk being hurt, but you risk hurting your close friend. It’s not worth it.

“Okay.” Damn.

[ovyy-pvcure]

I've been left under stimulated again so even though the post didn't reach enough notes I'll still post the writing critique but I won't tag it. @furudolove was too curious and I'm too attached to the itch of the compliant to leave it unaddressed.

Ok, so background: the protagonist of the work in question is isekai'd to a fantastical game-like world with 3 other randos who are of no significance to this post. Our protagonist meets someone who agrees to be his teammate since due to the rules and restrictions of the (game) world he's found himself in can't meaningfully do damage (and the prior person who held his position gave it a bad name by terrorizing the kingdom [for all that slavery they were doing] so he's hard up for options). This person then gets the protagonist drunk steals his stuff and makes...claims against him. Brushing quickly past how I feel about that development our protagonist is left penniless lacking in allies and basicially helpless until he's approached by a slaver and decides to buy a 10 year old girl to fight for him since slaves can't lie to their master...because of magicial shock tattoos. Because our protagonist has lost his faith in others unless he can magicially compel their obedience (I mean he takes the nice male slave owner at his word but whatever) and this is NOT my compliant. This is clearly set up to be the protagonist's flaws making decisions that he knows are wrong, but gives in to due to weakness.

Earlier I said the fantasy world our protagonist got transported to is game-like and the important parts for understanding where I'm going with this is: this world has explicit exp, levels, upgrading weapons oh and when the race of people that little girl is levels up they physically mature. Like a pokemon except it's a shivering malnourished child who's obidence is kept via constant threat of inescapable electric torture. Look, I agreed not to complain about the protagonist owning a slave thing on the face of it I'm not here to downplay it.

All that background out of the way and with the understanding that slavery is morally wrong and the protagonist's growth should be measured by his ability to place trust in people without needing to hold all of the power and the author does the worst thing possible for the narrative: textual justification of slavery in-universe. Specifically the existence of Slave Experience and The Slave Shield which both give notable consistent passive boons to uhhh...human property. This singular writing choice in my mind entirely undercuts any defence of the series as it serves to entrench both the protagonist and the fanbase to defend slavery.

This is not a hypothetical either there are many online discussions where fans of the series will point out that these boons are why the protagonist needs to keep his slaves, and keep feeding and being a positive face. To. Slavery. To the machine of the slave trade. Worse, it means the protagonist not only doesn't have to cooperate with other independent individuals but only on his group of literal slaves for which he's rewarded his growth as a person in the narrative be damned.

Slavery was either never going to be an issue the author wanted to tackle or it became the series' "gimmick" as a "dark subversive isekai" and got stapled to it forever and so it got justified. Celeberated. Benefical actually to the slaves who grow up overnight to be nubile women who the protagonist personally raised just how he wanted before marrying her in the end. Just be a Good Slave Owner and reap endless benefits as the world distorts to justify your obsessive controlling misanthropy lest the teenage boys projecting onto the protagonist think they need to grow the fuck up and trust another person.

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

Ex's and Oh's (because I had to title it that)

Gilbert's POV

Tw: Talks of abuse, Implications of rape, pregnancy, miscarrage, murder, and torture

I held out a necklace before some filth. I had some VERY important questions for it.

"General. Do you recognize this pendant?"

The thing looked horrified. Probably wondering how I found it. It was just simply went to the jewelery shop he sold it to and I bought it back. So sad for such a beautiful item...

"I-i don't-"

"I hate lies. So. Next time. Tell. The. Truth."

The creature coward before me, pathetic really "ye-yes- i-it was something of my wifes- p-poor thing ran off a bit ago- so I sold it- "

What a pathetic liar.

"Poor thing indeed. Now. Did you know it originally belong to me?"

"I knew no such thing sir- if I did I would have never-"

"Don't lie. You and I both know that you knew who the G on it was. You stole it, and then sold it."

"...yes..."

I let out a sigh and bashed my cane into the creatures foot. It let out a horrid scream I couldn't help but delight in.

"Now, I'm wondering... what about your wife? Why did she run?"

"S-she was afraid for our child y-you see. She wanted a better life for it-"

A child. He got. Them. Pregnant. I could barely hold back the urge to strangle the beast for what he did to my butterfly.

"And so, you let them both run off and die. How pathetic of a husband were you?"

"I am not pathetic! She was a bitch who wouldn't do her wisely duties! She was sassy and talked back! A bitch to be around! Annoying! And just a nuisance! I made sure she would be able to handle court. I made sure she would be nice and obident!"

I proceeded to break the things arm. Honestly should've never been given a wife in the first place. I'll have to find ways around those creatures.

"W-why! I did everything right!"

"Well, if you did everything right." I hummed and held the locket up "She would be here. With your bouncing little tot. And yet-" I finally just snapped his neck "she is not."

Silvios POV

"Huh?- Morgan what-" They looked up at me and hugged me tightly, shakeing and sobbing. A familiar sent... blood.

"... what did Eyepatch do."

Morgan just sobbed into me as I held them close. Fine... I'll find awnsers later.

That was a few hours ago. I managed to lull Morgan into sleep. Now was the time to go and talk to him about what happend.

I had a maid watch over them as they rested, being my opposite, they could sleep around women.

I guess I'm an exception to that now...

I finally made it to the door of the room where I requested to meet the bastard himself. I naturally kicked down the door, and walked in.

"My, do you have a grudge against doors or something? I'd be cu-"

"Shaddap."

"Still skipping the pleasantries. Fine, you're worried about Morgan then?"

How the fuck did he know that?-

"What makes ya guess such a thing?"

"You cling to them like a lost puppy, or a gaurd dog. Take your pick"

I growled and glared at the fucker

"I wonder why. It's not like your shithole hasn't made them fear the stupidest of things."

"My, and being with you hasn't made them have to fear for their life aswell?"

"You made them cry. The fuck did you do."

Eyepatch froze. He wasn't so cocky in that moment.

"... I did...?"

"Yeah. And i saw your 'gifts' to them. If you do it again, I'll punch ya for each one I see."

He chuckled weakly, something was off. Clearly.

"Why the hell aren't ya talking?"

"Hm...?"

"You love the sound of your own voice. So why the hell aren't ya talking?"

"I... how do you comfort someone- who probably hates you. I'm sure you've done it alot with that brother of yours?"

This fucker...

But... its genuine. Something is telling me that it is.

"Honestly- Morgan's a differnt case from most. They got Bismuth, Adder, and Pelchorism."

"That actually explains alot" the man chuckled to himself, relaxing a bit. Fucker.

"So, with that in mind. Ask them before you make contact with their body."

Eyepatch seemed to be paying attention to this. It was weird, but sweet in a way

"Some days change and are differnt, so it's allways safe to ask, with words, or a gesture. They tend to take apologies well. Just don't cross that boundary again. Don't yell at em too- that makes shit worse 9/10 times for them"

"And that tenth of the time?"

"They'll bite back until they're outta wind. Then it probably will still end up badly."

Gilbert nodded attentively. I couldn't help but sigh

"Just- treat them like a person, prove that you will be there for them, and things will be fine. Ask questions if you have something to ask, and they'll do the same of you. Maybe-"

"Alright then, thank you Silvio"

This feels weird and like I signed someone's death warrant-

"Don't ever make that same fuck up and things should be good"