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hazz-a-bear · 11 months ago

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SIX MISSED CALLS, wen junhui

♡⸝⸝ when jun's voice comes out in a mess of sharp words and harsh comments, you know there's something more to it than the underlying frustration

.ᐟ angst. hurt/comfort. mention of anxiety. mention of panic attacks. unsafe driving.

a/n - i'm so sorry i keep writing sad boy jun ( i can't help it he's so :(( ) please leave some feedback, I appreciate it so much! ALSO, SHOULD I WRITE A PART II FOR THIS?

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Six missed calls.

That's the number of times you picked up your phone, pressed on Junhui's contact and put the phone up to your ear - waiting, hoping you'll finally hear his voice answer from the other side. You haven't been lucky yet. All your calls go straight to the voice messages before the line goes silent with a beep.

You stare at your phone, Junhui's contact staring right back at you in silence. Something heavy settles in your stomach in the form of dread.

Jun has a habit - a very unwholesome habit of abandoning his phone, cutting off contact with almost everyone and going radio silent whenever his life gets a little too wild. Over the time he had done it, you recognized it to be a form of escape for Jun. It was his way of a silent cry when things got too tense in his head.

It had been long since you adjusted to the rapid pace of Junhui's life. It was rough at first, trying to decipher how he could still hold his head up when his days consisted of a tiring routine of practice, rehearsals, schedules and all kinds of busyness. And in the midst of it all, Jun has never been the one to seek out whenever his emotions took the best of him. He would rather turn his back on everyone, and hide himself in a shell till he was discovered. It hadn't been easy for you to adapt to his life and his habits completely without constantly worrying about Junhui and his well-being. And Junhui got it.

It wasn't hard for him to understand where you came from. You practically carved out his heart from his chest and carried it in your palm after all. He decoded how it was valid for you to be concerned whenever his emotions soared and got too lost in his head. So, he had always made sure to warn you beforehand.

The last two weeks have been busy for both of you. The comeback was nearing the group at a rapid pace, and their days were packed from dawn to dusk with all kinds of preparations ahead. Jun was stressed - all of them were. A mix of anticipation and excitement runs through their veins in adrenaline whenever there's a comeback around the corner, and this time, you know that it isn't any different.

You had been busy as well, stuck to the neck under a pile of workload on top of you.

But still, you managed to squeeze a visit to Jun's during a rare off in the afternoon four days ago. You showed up at his place with a bag of take-out, hoping to forget all about your work stress and spend some time together.

Jun welcomed you with a tight hug and multiple presses of his lips against yours, equally as delighted for the chance to take a break and just sit on his living room carpet with his head tucked into your neck. At first, you thought he hugged you a little tighter than usual and his eyes were darker than most days. But as time passed, he had looked relaxed, with no signs of any distress on his mind.

Jun hadn't said anything about the lack of contact you're being subjected to right now.

Being a foreigner to the life Junhui has been accustomed to since a very young age, you never felt like you were in the place to counsel him. Though Junhui has never made you feel like you were any less than he was, it felt wrong to try and take away his forms of escape, even though it wasn't a very healthy way of doing so.

And truthfully, if you thought about it, you've never really had to. He had never given you a reason to worry to that much of an extent about him. It never actually reached a point where you've had to wait through six missed calls and a heart beating rapidly against your chest in unease.

Until, of course, right now.

You can't help the heavy feeling that sits low in your gut at how you haven't heard from your boyfriend in almost four days. At first, you concluded he was just busy, too tired to check his phone after returning from being in practice all day. By the third day, you assumed he must be feeling down, drained out of all his emotional and physical energy. Just enough for him to ignore all six of the good morning and good night texts you've sent to him for the past three days.

But today, your heart was really beating in anxiety. All kinds of thoughts from 'Is he okay?' to 'I need to get to him' whirring around every corner of his mind.

Deciding to just say fuck it and go for it, you press on his contact for the seventh time that day, watching the phone flash with another call to Jun. It's almost the time you have to sign off from work, so you start packing up your bag as the phone sits on your desk, still ringing.

A pause - and the room is drowned in silence.

"yn"

You almost drop the papers that you hold in your hands when Junhui's voice echoes through the speaker. Quickly putting them down by your bag, you scramble towards the phone before clutching it close to your ear. You almost feel the way your blood warms up a little after having turned to icy water a little while ago.

"Jun? oh gosh, I was s-"

"You called me seven times, yn"

It's the tone of his voice that has you halting in your step. A blunt sentence, very much spoken with a hint of bite and irritation. And the first thought that comes to your head is - something's not right

There had been only a handful of instances when Jun and you got into arguments that directed to sharp words being thrown at each other. Junhui is a very delicate person who's equally as competent, preferring to sit down and talk any disputes out and sort them out instead of picking a fight.

You're someone who hated conflict, willing to settle everything down through a talk before maybe moving on to a heavier argument. Junhui, even more so than you, never uses such a snappy tone to talk to anyone no matter how upset he is. Especially, to you.

"Yeah, yeah I did" You start explaining yourself in a staggered voice. "You weren't replying to me, Jun. I was just-"

"Yn, god. I was busy, okay? Fuck, You know that" That's the moment your suspicions are undirectly confirmed to be true.

The feeling that - something's really wrong - settles deep in your heart.

If there was something two years of loving had engraved into your bones, it's the fact that Jun and you knew each other like the back of your hands. From the way you remembered Jun's order from the nearby Thai place to the way Jun knew the look you gave him whenever you were hungry - knowing each other inside and out was something you took pride in. Almost everyone close to the both of you saw how well you could read each other without even a word being said. Your friends publicly envied the two of you for the way you understood the other with just a flick of a finger or a blink of an eye.

So it isn't hard for you to immediately pick up on the unfamiliar lilt of his voice. His words thrash against each other like it does whenever he's frustrated, annoyance seeping out of every syllable he speaks. From the other side of the phone, you're already grabbing your bag and throwing it over your shoulder as you listen to him continue to snarl at you.

"Jun" You try to intervene yet Jun successfully manages to speak right over you, voice still harsh as ever.

"What I'm saying is, you don't have to blow up my fucking phone, yn, god"

"Junnie" You almost plead into the phone, heading out of your workplace with your steps quickly. "I was just scared, okay? I tried to reach out but you wouldn't reply to me. I was so worried, Jun. I even called Minghao to-"

"Yn, what the fuck?" You're stunned into silence as you listen to the words Jun spat. "Why did you- wait, why did you call Minghao? God, yn, what the actual- shit, why are you so pressed at all? It's not like I fucking fell off the face of the earth"

Phone pressed to the ear, fingers gripping the straps of your bag, you stood. Your car was parked only a couple of meters away, almost in your peripheral vision. Yet, you were unable to take another step forward at all - too shocked to even move.

"Jun, don't-"

"I was just busy. You know how it is these days. Just because I don't answer once or twice doesn't mean I'm dead, yn You don't have to blow up my fucking phone. Do you kn-"

"Wen Junhui"

And immediately the boy on the other side is silent. The only thing you hear for a couple of seconds is the familiar sound of his breathing, heavy and ragged like it is whenever he's worked up.

"You're asking me why I'm so pressed, Junhui?" You take a deep breath as you start, eyes closing for a second to regain your composure. "You went silent on me for four days - four days, Jun. I was so fucking scared, do you know how hard it was to not drop everything all at once and come to you? I assumed you were busy or you needed space. So I gave you space."

"I know you, Jun. I know when you're spiralling and trying to distance yourself from everyone. I was so- Fuck, Jun. I love you. I love you so much, it hurts me when I know you're not okay. I want nothing more than to help you but you make it so hard for me to take care of you sometimes. So please, stop screaming at me for caring too much, Jun. I'm sorry- I'm sorry for bothering you but I refuse to stay silent and just watch you breaking by yourself"

You're slamming your car door when you finish. The line is silent in your phone, everything seemingly still around both of you. But it only takes three seconds for it to be broken by Jun, a harsh sob ripping out of his throat loud against your ear. In an instant, the engine of your car revives to life while your mind screams jun, jun, jun.

"yn"

"I'm coming to you, darling. Hold on a little for me, okay?" Jun stays on the phone as you almost soar along the roads, paying very little mind to traffic signals and probably breaking almost every driving rule. His voice comes from the phone in sobs, sounding so so broken it makes you want to jump out of the car yourself. As you glide down the road, you can just be thankful for the way you've trusted your gut and believed he wasn't doing okay as soon as he started talking earlier.

"Yn, come, please- please, yn. I ne- I need you. I feel so bad. I've been feeling bad and- just, come, please"

Your heart soared at his voice, pleading with just enough tears to have you speeding down the drive to his place.

"I'm on my way, sweetheart. I'm on my way. I love you so much, Jun. God, I love you"

Knowing Jun so well came with the practice of recognizing his moods. Aside from being a ball of sunshine most of the time, there have been more than enough times when he had delved into long periods of anxiety, spiralling and spiralling until he was nothing but a sobbing mess of emotions by the end of the night. You've experienced your fair share of Jun panicking, eyes welled up with tears and voice stammering as he screamed at you to leave him alone. Experiencing someone having a panic attack in front of you was alarming enough on its own. But whenever it took ahold of Jun- your sweet little lifeline- it broke you in so many than one.

After having held him through multiple, whispering love in his ears until he calmed down in your alms - you were quite accustomed to what you needed to do whenever he was panicking. So, as much as your heart was beating in dread, eyes welling up with your own tears and hands clammy against the steering wheel, you made it your mission to get to Jun as soon as possible.

The thought of Jun being by himself for the last few days made you want to scream - if only he had told you, you could've stayed close to him. You couldn't help but wince at the thought of Jun having no one to take care of him and you being unaware of how much he had needed some company, some help and some love.

Right now, as you step on the accelerator, there's only one thing on your mind. Junhui. You need to get to him and you need to get to him fast before he dives too deep headfirst into a pit of anxiety. Now that you know he was shutting himself out from the world, distancing himself from you for days and snapping at you since he was stuck in a state of haziness, you want nothing more than to scoop him into your arms as soon as possible.

Junhui is your love, your life, your everything. And you would rather slit your throat, bury yourself alive, walk through the fiery pits of hell and do it all again in a heartbeat if it meant the universe became kinder to him. Only the deepest edges of your heart know how you're willing to move any mountains and drain every ocean if it meant Junhui's pain would be taken away.

But for now, it's enough if you stick to six missed calls and thirty broken road rules.

thank you.

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queen-of-films · 5 months ago

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What Really Turned Anakin Skywalker into Darth Vader: A Buddhist Take on Star Wars

As mentioned in my previous Star Wars post, being a Buddhist has made me look at the Star Wars franchise through a Buddhist lens, including its characters. In the original Star Wars trilogy, Darth Vader is depicted as a merciless, treacherous, formidable villain. In the Skywalker saga, we get to see what events led Anakin Skywalker to the dark side. While we can say numerous factors contributed to his Sith ways, it’s not so much the events or people Anakin faced, but the emotions and thoughts that led to his future actions. Both Jedi and Buddhists share the belief that positive emotions and thoughts can bring enlightenment and alleviate suffering.

In Buddhism, suffering isn’t only about illness, aging, and death; we accept these as a part of life and something everyone will experience. The suffering in Buddhism is more about the things that make us happy, like our pleasures, and the things that don’t make us happy, our displeasures. Whether something gives us happiness or not; ultimately, it leads to the three unwholesome roots in Buddhism: greed, aversion, and delusion. Darth Vader is the accumulation of the three roots, and to some extent, we have remnants of Darth Vader in us.

Anakin’s Greed Was Holding On Too Much

Greed is much more broad than what people think. In Buddhism, greed has to do with our desires, specifically, our desire to give us pleasure. Attack of the Clones is where we see Anakin’s greed. Greed for Anakin wasn’t just about having more power; although he eventually admits to that, it is clear that Anakin is attached to those close to him like his mother and Padmè. I want to be clear that Anakin falling in love with Padmè did not cause him to become Darth Vader; however, his inability to let go of his attachments did. While our attachments give us pleasure, they do not last, and everything in this world is impermanent. His fear of losing loved ones made him want to become a powerful Jedi, so he could learn how to stop people from dying. Anakin’s fear of pain and death makes him a relatable character for us all, which is what makes his dark transformation a tragedy. What we can learn from Anakin is even what we think are selfless desires are facades of not accepting what already is.

Aversion Pushed Anakin Away From Those He Cared About

Aversion is the manifestation of anger, hatred, and violence. Darth Vader is, if not all of the above, on the aversion scale; it is Darth Vader’s anger that made him menacing but made him a powerful Sith. George Lucas wasn’t even subtle when showing the Darth Vader tantrums in the young Anakin. But what we can see in Attack of the Clones and Revenge of the Sith, is often Anakin is angry when he’s passionate about protecting people. But more notably, he gets frustrated when he’s not in control. For example, Anakin has felt overshadowed by Obi-Wan, even going as far as to say that his master is holding him back. As time goes by, and with the help of Darth Sidious, Anakin’s anger manifests toward hatred for Obi-Wan.

Apparently, in the deleted scenes in Revenge of the Sith, Sidious planted seeds of doubt about Padmè’s faithfulness and suggested Padmè and Obi-Wan had a relationship of their own (feel free to disagree with this statement since it’s a deleted scene; it can be an open interpretation of Anakin’s doubts). This leads us to the infamous Mustafar scene. At this point, Anakin feels betrayed by the Jedi, his master, and possibly Padmè; basically, everything he thought was good. This is why the violence Anakin inflicts at the Jedi Temple, in his mind, is for the greater good since he thinks the Jedi are corrupt. Here’s food for thought: before Anakin and Obi-Wan battle, it seemed like initially, Anakin was willing to kill Obi-Wan not because he heated him but because he would have gotten in his way, which is why he said: “You’re either with me or against me.” It’s until after Obi-Wan leaves him for dead; correct me, if I’m wrong, he tells him he hates him. A key takeaway from Anakin’s aversion is to be mindful of our thoughts and not let our anger envelop us to the point of hatred.

Delusion Was Anakin Skywalker’s Enemy

Delusion in Buddhism is described to be a mental darkness, a blocking of clear thinking. In other words, ignorance. Ignorance is the root of our suffering. Ignorance misleads our understanding of reality. It derails our acceptance of impermanence, and ignorance is what fuels our greed and anger. Anakin Skywalker has proven to be ignorant whenever he gets emotionally attached and angry. But where we see Anakin most ignorant is in his efforts to not let his visions of Padmè dying from childbirth come true. This leads to one of my favorite quotes from Yoda, “you have to train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” This advice actually would have made Anakin not ignorant and accept that death and pain are a natural part of life. But Anakin is convinced that his mother died because he wasn’t powerful enough to save her, which is why he felt he had to become powerful to save Padmè. His ignorance of not accepting how things are in the present, rather than worrying about the future and mourning the past, had made him susceptible to Darth Sidious's influence, further distorting Anakin’s perceptions of the Jedi council. I also found it interesting that in Anakin’s first vision of Padmè, she cries, “Help me, Anakin,” which she never said. This could suggest that Sidious was also manipulating Anakin’s visions of Padmè’s death. Either way, he let his fear of loss outweigh the goodness in him.

Conclusion

After analyzing Darth Vader’s character, I understand more than ever that we choose the path we take, and that nothing is predestined. We can argue that it’s inevitable to be caught up in greed, anger, and delusion, but not impossible to overcome. If we fall victim to the very things that destroy our good judgment, then we’ll be the ones writing our tragedies. Don’t be a Darth Vader.

#don't be a Darth Vader #darth vader #star wars referencing buddhism #star wars #anakin skywalker #we write our tragedies #three unwholesome roots

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everlasting-rainfall · 2 years ago

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ok but imagine Shanks and Benn poly relationship where both of them are trying to court the reader ?

Could be a normal au , a new au or an au that follows the pages where the protagonist and his right hand man fall for love interest , both of them end up looking for the reader hoping to make the ending a reality 💍🛌~

love to see what u come up with XD

Ok so because you said that it could be a new AU, I’m gonna surprise all of you with something that I don’t play around with much but I do play around with occasionally in my head. It doesn’t really have a name but I guess you could call it One Piece Crossing.

Basically it’s One Piece mixed with Animal Crossing like imagine picking up a knockoff Animal Crossing game where you get to interact with One Piece characters (whether or not they’re anthropomorphic animals can change).

This AU typically acts like a normal Animal Crossing game just with added features like more in depth relationships and a more unwholesome environment but you’ll see what I mean when I talk more about this.

Let’s get into it!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

Noncon, Forced Pregnancy, Childbirth, Threats, Sentient Video Games, Stalking

-Potential Trigger Warnings-

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT FOR ANY REASON

So imagine that you bought this game and it’s almost just like Animal Crossing except with Pirates, Marines, and shit like you assumed it was a rom hack and it was pretty fun to play so you kept playing it everyday with your little customized character

You even got to choose your starting villagers and after a while of hitting Random, you got two villagers that you were happy with known as Shanks and Benn. You picked your starting area and the game started

The game played exactly like how you would expect it to with a tutorial that told you what you needed to know but when you went to your house, you found that there was a phone in your characters room that when you picked it up. You were taken to a settings menu

One of the options was called Immersive Interactions and you thought it would be neat to be immersed in this game so you turned it on and turned the game off for the night after saving by putting your character to bed

You weren’t able to pick it up for a while after that but when you did, your character woke up to a new villager checking on you while you were asleep. Their name was Hongo and they were happy you were alright as you had been asleep for days on end

It was a little surprising but when you left your house after a quick checkup from Hongo, you found that outside the Immersive Interactions were really good at making characters more interactive as they acted more like people instead of characters

Shanks or Benn would constantly be coming over to hang out with you like you were fishing at one point and Shanks came over to sit by you with little text bubbles popping up as he talked to you and made conversation about all sorts of things even eventually getting up to lend you a hand when you caught something big

You were even in the middle of redecorating your in game house at one point when Benn showed up and helped your character pull an object to the other side of the room before practically demanding that you take it easy and let him take care of things and surprisingly it wasn’t irritating trying to tell him where to move things

The two of them would show up practically anywhere in the game where your character was like if you went shopping whether it be for clothes or for items then one of them would walk in, Benn even critiqued the quality of the axe that you planned on buying one day

Eventually other people started moving into the town like Lucky Roux or Yassop and Banchina. They were friendly but they never acted anything like Shanks or Benn did, the most that they did was hang around when you were talking to a random traveling character

But hey, it was better than Shanks and Benn’s reactions to you talking to a traveling character as they would literally insert themselves into the conversation and almost seem very hostile if not jealous of the character that you were speaking to usually causing you to end the conversation prematurely

You even passed by Benn and Shanks having a conversation a few times but before you could see what they were talking about by entering the conversation, they would always end it as soon as they noticed you or turn out to be talking about something that really didn’t suit their actions

Eventually you managed to connect with someone else who had the game, a friend of yours who had actual Animal Crossing managed to hook up to your game and visit you which turned out to be a huge mistake

If you thought that Shanks and Benn were hostile with traveling characters then you haven’t seen shit as neither would leave the two of you alone, they would constantly be trying to pull you into conversations about “Oh? Who’s that?” or the most random of shit when trying to request your help with things didn’t work

Plus your friend told you that your villagers were constantly getting in their way even with Shanks going so far as to seemingly trip them but eventually your friend just straight up left your town like high tailed it

You tried to ask them what was wrong but they refused to elaborate or even speak to you for long periods of time and you had no clue what was wrong as even trying to ask your villagers questions, they wouldn’t answer and simply said that they thought your friend was weird

As the year in the game progressed, you went through multiple different holidays and events that were all pretty fun with Halloween being your favorite as all the characters dressed up in their own fun outfits but Christmas was a bit strange as Shanks almost seemed to be trying to get your character drunk

Eventually New Years came around and there was a big celebration for it in the town square, it was a ton of fun as all of your villagers hung around and had tons of fun until there were mere seconds left on the countdown to the New Year

Once it was the New Year, you had your character set off some party poppers only to notice that Benn was coming directly towards your character and as soon as he was close enough a cutscene started

Suddenly things were much more detailed as Benn pulled your character close and kissed them deeply in a very detailed scene, you were in shock and it only grew when Shanks came up behind you and began to bite on your characters neck

The sounds of kissing were prominent as they came through your speakers but not only that, you could hear some cheering and whistling coming through the speaker as well, you could only stare at the screen though as eventually Benn pulled back with a string of saliva between your character and him

“I love you so much, stay with us forever… Never leave…”

“I’m with Benn, you should stay here forever… Forever with us… We make you so happy after all, don’t we? Why would you wanna leave?”

The cutscene finally ended and you were returned to normal gameplay, a text box popped up telling you that your character had entered a relationship with Benn and Shanks. It was a little weird to you as you didn’t even know that you could do that and you should have at least had an option to decline but regardless you kept playing

Continuing on with the game after entering a relationship with them made things a bit odd as the game made your bed bigger and had it so that the two characters moved in with you which wasn’t too bad as they wouldn’t change much in your house

However they did usually stop your character and your character eat breakfast with them before leaving which usually sparked a conversation at the table with them

You also gained a new option for interaction with them which was kiss which would usually result in a rather passionate scene although you also noticed that when you had your character go to bed to save while one of them was in bed then there was an option for “Spend some time with Benn/Shanks” below Save the Game

You selected it out of curiosity once only for the screen to fade to black only for it to fade back on a rather graphic scene that made your eyes go wide and your jaw drop, the scene was of your character on all fours being pounded from behind by Shanks as they had their mouth fucked by Benn

Loud moaning came through your speakers along with the clear sounds of sex like a creaking headboard and loud wet slaps, it was graphic and detailed but what truly caused you to pull yourself away was when you started imagining that was you

You swore that you could practically feel them pounding your holes and you almost let out a moan but you came back to reality and after hearing Shanks moan out your name, not your characters name but your name and how you felt so good. You shut the game off without saving

Attempting to just forget about the game and continue on with your life didn’t work as the scene remained ingrained in your head no matter how hard you tried

You got such an urge to play the game again that you even tried to throw the game away but you couldn’t as it wouldn’t come out of the console

Eventually you couldn’t resist anymore, you picked up the console one late night and decided to play one last time but as soon as you turned it on. The game glitched and you found yourself in a waking nightmare after a bright flash of light

You were inside of your characters house laying on the bed, Shanks and Benn weren’t currently home which was nice but you attempted to pinch yourself awake hoping it was only a nightmare but it didn’t work and you soon heard the front door open

They were home and you had a feeling of dread, you tried to pretend to be asleep but it didn’t work as you were found out almost immediately

Both of them were overjoyed to see you up as you had been gone for so long and based on the way that things looked, you wouldn’t be able to leave them ever again as you weren’t beyond the screen anymore. You were in the game with them forever

An attempt to escape didn’t do anything as they caught you and told you that you were here to stay forever and seeing as their last attempt to enjoy some alone time with you got interrupted, they figured that they could enjoy some right now

Maybe expand the town just a little bit if you knew what they meant by that

Trying to fight was no use as your clothes were quickly pulled off and they began to prep you as they talked about how they’ve been trying to get you to love them ever since you had started playing the game and turned on Immersive Interactions

They simply couldn’t take their eyes off of you and they wanted to stay with you forever but seeing as they couldn’t enter the real world, they would have to hope that you could be brought to them

And sure enough, here you were now. You were here and never leaving and as they made passionate love to you all night long, you prayed that this was just a nightmare and hoped to god that you would wake up soon

As the months rolled by and your belly began to grow with a life inside of it, you still had hope that you would wake up and that everything would be ok

When your water broke while you were visiting with Yassop and Banchina, you still had hope that you would wake up very soon

But when you sat on a bed with Shanks holding your hand and encouraging you as Benn held your other hand and helped instruct you when to push. You officially lost all hope

And watching as your newborn daughter, Uta blissfully nursed from you without a care in the world as your husbands celebrated that you were a family

You knew that you were going to be here forever

#the rain talks back #yandere #yandere one piece #reader insert #read the trigger warnings #yandere smut #minors dni #minor dni #yandere male #yandere shanks #yandere benn beckman #One piece crossing AU

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kallie-den · 6 months ago

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A Commanding Weakness Ch. 9

Alara takes Kuznetzov down to the holodeck to face her feminization fantasies once and for all

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The holodeck couldn’t recreate smells, but all the same, Semya thought that she could taste stale tobacco in the air as she and Alara walked down the narrow, hardlight alleyway, between buildings that were made of nothing more than photons and data. Semya wrinkled her nose at the phantom stench, but in truth it was a pleasant distraction from other aspects of her situation.

It didn’t last. The holodeck was extremely capable of creating local temperature adjustments, and the biting cold of the simulated night air on Semya’s bare legs was a constant, unpleasant, forcefully arousing reminder of what she was wearing.

“Are you ready?” Alara asked her.

Semya flashed her a jealous look. Unlike her, Alara Hisarlik was wrapped up in a long, fine, warm coat. Why did Semya have to be so uncomfortable? What sense did it make for her to be dressed in such a humiliating way, while her therapist was comfortable and dignified? What kind of therapy was this, anyway?

Semya thought about voicing that question, but she couldn’t seem to muster the focus. Instead, she just found herself saying:

“Yes, Alara.”

“Good.” There it was again; that wide, unwholesome grin that had Semya convinced the counselor was bad news. “We’re here.”

She gestured to the building they had just arrived outside: a grubby little hole of a dyke bar, charmingly named ‘The Scissors’.

Semya knew it well. It was a perfect, holographic recreation of the real deal, a bar that Semya had gone cruising at often enough during her stints of shore leave on Earth. She’d actually built the simulation herself, although she’d never quite plucked up the shameless daring to go through with any of the deep, dark fantasies that had motivated it.

But now, thanks to Alara, that was about to change. And Semya was about to experience The Scissors in a very, very different way.

Just thinking about that made Semya whimper. She could already feel herself dripping down her leg.

“Don’t be nervous,” Alara cooed. “This is simply the culmination of your therapy, Semya. The final push. It’s what you need to finally break through your own walls and barriers.”

Semya nodded in instinctive submission. The final push. After this, she’d be cured. Cured of the messed-up, embarrassing fetish that had kept her holed up in her cabin touching herself all day long ever since their last session.

Then she could alert the captain and the rest of the crew. She could save the Inyx. She’d have Alara Hisarlik in the brig. She just needed to be cured.

Semya frowned for a moment as she tried to remember why, exactly, what they were doing was so important to her therapy. Her head started to hurt. The memories wouldn’t form. How had she ended up here? Why was she doing this?

She couldn’t remember. When she tried, she just found herself picturing Alara’s pocket watch.

Alara was doing something to her. Definitely. Something sinister. Semya was sure of it, and it terrified her.

But before she could come to terms with that, she needed to be cured.

“I understand,” she whimpered softly.

“Then,” Alara said, licking her lips and reaching out to open the door to the lesbian bar, “let’s get started.”

Before Semya could brace herself, Alara rested a hand on her back and pushed Semya through the door.

It was loud inside the bar, but as soon as the door closed behind the two of them, a distinctive hush washed through the space as conversations fell silent and heads turned, punctuated only by the scraping of barstools as every single patron craned to look at Semya Kuznetzov.

Semya’s cheeks turned bright red. She knew those looks. She knew what she was to them.

Fresh meat.

The Scissors might have been a filthy dive bar, but there was a kind of etiquette to the place that was as rigid as any military discipline. The way the bar worked was that dominant, butch women hung out and drank, and if any submissive, feminine girls wanted some action, all they had to do was walk through the door and pick who got to buy her a drink.

In the past, Semya had always been one of the butches. Not anymore. And now she was learning how all those femmes had always felt, staring down all these hungry, cocky, lustful stares.

Someone wolf-whistled. A moan slipped out of Semya’s lips.

It was little wonder that everybody was staring. Semya was dressed in the outfit Alara had picked out for the occasion - and it was beyond even her wildest fantasies. A metallic, gold minidress, cut tight to her figure, but ruched so that each of its folds caught the light and attracted attention to Semya’s physique. She felt she didn’t have the figure for a dress like that, but from the looks she was getting, the bar’s patrons disagreed.

In one hand, Semya was clutching a tiny purse Alara had given her to hold her badge. Alara had given her a necklace, too: a woven little gold chain that hung down as if pointing the way to her exposed cleavage. And then there was her makeup: under Alara’s stern instruction, Semya had been practicing, and in a few weeks she’d become skilled enough to give herself a perfect complexion, full, vibrant lips, striking eyeliner, and deep, sultry eyeshadow. But Alara had insisted on a heavy hand. The colors were a little too lurid; the pronounced blush and bright lipstick looked slutty instead of simply pretty, and the way she’d used bright pink instead of a deeper red ensured the resulting look was girlish rather than womanly.

All in all, with her mid-length hair, she looked just like a freshly-turned femme looking to get fucked like a princess for the first time.

And it was desperately, humiliatingly hot to know that, in a way, that was exactly what she was.

The crowning humiliation was the tall, dainty, heels Alara had forced her to wear. Semya stumbled like a newborn faun as Alara pushed her a few paces deeper into the bar.

“Go on,” Alara jeered. The rich pleasure in her voice was unmistakable. “Time to take your medicine, lieutenant.”

Semya let out a plaintive little whine. She had never been so turned on. The outfit was bad enough, but now, feeling dozens of pairs of eyes roving over her body, Semya was completely robbed of the ability to form words. Her head was full of steam. She couldn’t think.

“Does…” she whimpered eventually. “D-does it really… have to be… t-them?”

She gestured at the bar’s patrons. They were all dressed for the part, but each and every one of the patrons’ faces was familiar to Semya - because they were holograms of the Inyx’s crew.

“Oh yes,” Alara insisted, giggling. “Private therapy is merely the beginning. To complete your counseling, you need to be properly socialized into your new, feminine social role.

Hearing that didn’t make thinking any easier.

“B-but,” Semya tried to say, “I t-thought… b-but you said…”

She was supposed to go back to normal after this, wasn’t she? She’d be free of her fetish. She’d be able to go back to being butch. Wasn’t that the whole idea?

Semya wasn’t sure anymore. She just couldn’t think. Why couldn’t she think?

“You have to feel seen,” Alara assured her. “By people familiar to you.”

Semya felt seen. She’d never imagined that people would see so much of her. It was as mortifying as it was hot.

For years, she’d had fantasies just like this.

“Go on.” Alara nudged her forwards. “Give them a show.”

Hesitantly but obediently, Semya started walking along the length of the bar.

“They’re… just holograms,” Semya muttered to herself under her breath. A reminder. Alara had promised. The counselor had created this scenario for her. Nobody else here was an actual person. But they seemed so real. “Just… just holograms.”

It didn’t help. Every one of those amused smirks and lustful stares was written into Semya’s body. They were like burning hot coals on her skin. She could feel her legs turning to jelly beneath her - but all the same, she found herself trying her best to obey Alara’s command. As Semya walked, clumsily putting one heel in front of the other, fighting to maintain balance, she tried to make her hips sway appealingly with each step in that hypnotically alluring way femmes always seemed to manage.

For just a moment, she managed it - but then, a harsh spike of shameful arousal made Semya stumble wildly.

Until someone caught her.

Semya gasped at the sensation of a rough hand clamping tight around her bare forearm and hauling her back to her feet.

“Careful there, princess,” said someone, voice full of a familiar swagger. “Let’s at least get a drink or two in you before you go spreading your legs like that.”

Laughter rippled through the room. Semya had to bury her face in her hands to hide her brush. She wasn’t used to this - to being dressed this way, to being desired, to feeling pursued, any of it. In that moment, what left her tongue-tied the most was just how fragile she felt as this woman - a short-haired butch who worked in engineering, Semya thought - grabbed her and pulled her around.

Fragility. That was new. And it put butterflies in Semya’s stomach.

“C’mon now,” the engineer teased. “Don’t I even get a ‘thank you’?”

“Thank you,” rose instantly to Semya’s lips in a flustered, mortified squeak.

A fresh round of laughter rendered her speechless again. Semya was startled by just how high and feminine her voice came out.

“You’re welcome,” the engineer replied, grinning. “Has anyone ever told you that your voice is just as pretty as your face?”

Semya saw white for a moment.

Pretty?

That was the last thing Semya ever expected to be called. The last thing she wanted to be called.

And yet she couldn’t keep a dumb, shy smile from coming to her face.

“Y’know,” someone else piped up, “I don’t think she has.”

More laughter.

“I’m always happy to take a pretty girl’s first time,” the engineer winked. “Why don’t you let me buy you a drink, princess?”

“P-p-princess?” Semya squeaked. She was used to using lines like that, not having them used on it. It was wrong. It was mortifying. And yet, her body was reacting to it all with supreme eagerness. Each word, each laugh, was a fresh rush of heat across her skin.

She was too flustered to form a reply, but that didn’t seem to matter to the engineer who was currently hitting on her. She was still holding Semya by the arm and used it to guide her over towards where she’d been sitting at the bar. Semya followed meekly. Struggle was beyond her. She was a leaf in the wind.

A small crowd of women, all eager for a piece of the new girl, quickly formed around her.

“So,” the engineer asked, “what do you like to drink?”

Semya was grateful for such a simple question. “I’ll h-have a beer,” she replied automatically.

The chorus of laughter that prompted was louder than ever.

“Aren’t you cute?” the engineer laughed derisively. She held up her hand to get the bartender’s attention. “White wine spritzer for the lady!”

The lady. The humiliation was unbearable. Semya squirmed from the treasonous pleasure that gave her.

Why? Why was this getting to her so much? Semya had always liked feeling strong. Hard. Tough. Feeling strong was comfortable. It suited her. That’s what she’d always thought. In a way, that simple feeling had guided her entire aesthetic. Her identity. Feeling weak? Fragile? Delicate? That was wrong. It made her stomach flutter. It made her feel the way a zero-G-to-atmosphere spacedive made her feel.

And now she was trapped with that feeling of falling. Every look, every whispered comment, every sleazy flirt made it grip her anew. And as the minutes wore on, it was being transformed into a kind of panicked euphoria that robbed all the thoughts from Semya’s head and sent giddy endorphins pounding through her body.

She wished she hated it. But she didn’t. It felt amazing. It was just the way it always was in her fantasies, only the reality of it made it a hundred times more intense.

No. Not reality, she reminded herself. Holograms. These were just holograms.

“So,” the engineer said easily, “what do you call yourself, princess?”

“Don’t let her keep you all to herself,” someone interrupted, sidling up to Semya on the other side and saving her from even deeper embarrassment. She recognized them too. One of Carter’s people. A security officer. “And don’t let her talk your ear off all night either. I know you’re not here for talk.”

“I…” Semya tried to protest, “I’m…”

She stopped when she realized how unconvincing any protest would sound, given her clothes.

“You should try talking for once,” the engineer said to the security officer. “Some girls like it when they know your name before you try getting your hand in their panties.”

“Not sure I agree,” the security officer shot back, a huge, shit-eating grin on her face. “My way hasn’t failed me so far. Anyway, by the time I’m done with them, they don’t even remember their own names.”

She flashed Semya a look. Normally, the lieutenant would have rolled her eyes at a crass boast like that. Now, it just made her squirm all the more.

Then, a third bar dyke joined the fray. “Why don’t we leave these two to bicker?” she suggested to Semya. Semya only vaguely recognized this one - a mess worker, perhaps. “And go somewhere a little more private.”

“Hey now,” the engineer interjected. She leaned across and slipped an arm around Semya’s shoulder, keeping her pulled close. “No poaching! I saw her first.”

The exchange left Semya burning up with flustered heat. It wasn’t just the way the engineer pulled her close so effortlessly, making her feel small and feeble. There was another element, too: the heady intoxication of being desired.

All these women were fighting over Semya. Competing for her, like she was a pretty bauble to be won. That was new to Semya. She’d been appreciated for her looks before, certainly - but never quite like this. It redoubled her euphoria, making her feel light, proud, giddy from the attention. It made the way she was being objectified and swept off her feet feel almost flattering. Like it was a victory, instead of a humiliation.

No, Semya tried to remind herself. This was-

Wrong?

Or was it right? She couldn’t tell. Suddenly, she remembered that Alara was still here, lurking in a far corner, watching. Smiling.

Therapy. This was Semya’s therapy. She had to go through with it. Right?

Suddenly, the sheer wrongness of that struck Semya. She became abruptly aware of the fact that she was on a precipice, teetering, about to lose a vital part of herself. She needed to fight that. She needed to remember who she was. She needed to-

“Hey now,” the security officer piped up. “Who says she’s yours to cop a feel of?”

Semya was about to try and say something - to insist everyone back off - when another arm snaked possessively around her waist. Again, she saw white as the security officer squeezed her.

“I’m sure the princess herself has something to say about it,” the engineer retorted. “She owes me for the drink, remember?”

There it was again. Princess. It made Semya’s stomach do loops. “N-n…” she tried to say. “Nnnno-“

“Oh, I don’t know,” inserted the mess worker. “The pretty little thing seems real tongue-tied. Here, I think you two are crowding the lady.”

Far from helping, the mess worker reached forward, trying to squeeze up next to Semya. In the process, one of her hands came to rest on Semya’s hip, fingertips already teasing at the hem of Semya’s unreasonably short dress. The lieutenant whimpered.

She couldn’t stand up for herself. Why couldn’t she stand up for herself?

“Of course not,” the engineer scoffed. “She’s enjoying my company. She’s my kind of girl. Aren’t you?”

Semya wanted to deny it. All that came out was a moan. She could feel the body heat of these three tall, strong, confident women as they surrounded her. She could smell their scents. She was drowning in it. She felt so light. Like any of them could effortlessly throw her over their shoulders and carry her away.

“I think it’s my company she’s enjoying, actually,” the security officer put in. “Aren’t you, beautiful?”

Semya had to look down meekly as her cheeks scorched with heat.

“See?” the security officer boasted.

“What are you, a high schooler?” the mess worker sneered. “That’s not how you tell if a girl is having a good time. This is.”

In a single deft, well-practiced move, she surged forward and slipped her hand up the skirt of Semya’s minidress. A loud moan erupted from Semya’s lips as she felt the mess worker’s fingertips stroking against her.

She wasn’t wearing anything under the dress.

“See?” the mess worker crowed, holding up two of her fingers for the others to inspect. As she stretched them apart, a long string of sticky wetness formed between them. “She’s loving it.”

Semya had never felt more embarrassed. She wanted the ground to swallow her. Being presented with such visceral proof of her body’s eagerness was humiliating. It made all the denials she wanted to scream seem ridiculous and dishonest, even to her. There was an extra level of humiliation to the fact that she was being treated this way by a mere mess worker - a woman who, normally, couldn’t look her in the eyes without saluting.

But things like that didn’t matter here.

At least it was just a hologram, Semya reminded herself.

That was the only thought she managed to hold on to as the bar around her erupted into mocking, raucous laughter.

“Wow,” the engineer whistled. “Maybe you were right. Maybe she really is the kind of girl who likes to be treated rough.”

As flustered as she was, Semya couldn’t let that pass without comment. She had to hold on - to her butchness, to her strength, to her dignity. To something.

“I’m…” she managed, in a pitiful squeak, “nnottt.”

As ever, her voice, high and girly, completely undermined her. The women lurking around her simply cooed condescendingly and drew even closer.

“Oh? You’re not?” the security officer teased. “Don’t worry, princess. We know how to treat a girl right. Don’t you worry.”

Semya could sense a subtle but sinister change in the atmosphere. The looks she was getting from these other women were growing more and more lustful. More and more predatory. They were no longer competing with each other - at least, not quite in the same way. Their competitiveness had been outstripped by a simple need to see the pretty, feminine Semya utterly ravaged for their collective pleasure.

This was no longer simply flirting. It was a feeding frenzy.

As much as anything else, she could taste it in the air. The pheromones, as all those bar dykes closed in. The smell, too; the musk, really. Sweat, smoke, booze, cologne. Semya was used to it, she’d thought, but not like this. Somehow, it was all the worse for that single, light, floral note; the perfume Alara had made her use before coming here. The dizzying mixture of it all was in her head, making it harder than ever to think. Making her painfully aware of her own weakness.

“So, princess,” the mess worker cooed. “Am I taking you back to my place? Or are you showing the whole bar a good time?”

After a sharp intake of breath at the proposal, Semya glanced gratefully at the woman. There it was. One last offer of dignity - at least, relatively speaking. She wasn’t sure what taking it would even mean, given that she was here for her therapy, but she had to try.

But as soon as she opened her mouth to reply - to beg, in the most humiliating way possible, to be taken home and fucked as a one-night-stand - the mess worker pushed two fingers inside her and expertly hooked them to stroke Semya’s g-spot.

All that came out of her mouth was a high, loud, unbearably needy moan.

The moment felt like it lasted forever. Once Semya’s moan died and she stopped seeing stars, all she could hear was mocking laughter.

“I guess our princess isn’t such a good girl after all,” the engineer commented, smirking. “Looks like we found our entertainment for the night!”

A cheer went up around the bar. Semya wanted to protest, but that word had robbed her of her voice.

Entertainment. That was her now. The center of attention. The star of the show. Semya had always hated it. Had always hated being flashy. Hated the way people looked at her when she wore makeup and dresses. Like she was nothing more than a feast for their eyes. A treat to be devoured.

Except now, it made her cunt drip all over the mess worker’s fingers.

“Hey, wait,” piped up the security officer, although she was clearly no ally. “Don’t keep her all to yourself. I want a piece.”

Semya squealed as she felt the woman’s hand snake down the back of her seat and cup her ass, squeezing and groping without mercy. The touch made her melt and squeal, and made her painfully aware of just how soft and yielding her body truly was.

It was like she was meant for this.

“Relax,” drawled the engineer. “There’s plenty of her to go around.”

“Yeah,” added the mess worker, “and she’s plenty eager for it.”

Using the hand between Semya’s thighs, the mess worker started to pry her legs open - not forcefully, but again, Semya found herself utterly powerless to resist or protest. As she spread her legs, the hem of her tiny dress began to ride up, exposing more and more of her skin to the air. To the eyes of the hungry predators gathered around her.

“Don’t look so scared,” the security officer cooed. “This is what you wanted, right? This is why you came in here. Don’t pretend. We know what you are, princess. You want this. You need this.”

More than ever, Semya wanted to deny it - but this time, the simple truth of what she was being told overwhelmed her.

The security officer - no, this hologram - was right. She had come here for this. She needed this. Alara had taught her that. What use was there in denying it?

So instead, she found herself nodding meekly.

“Good girl,” the security told her. Semya moaned again.

Everyone was looking at her now. Everyone. Not just the three who were immediately crowded around her. She was the center of attention for the entire bar. Even the bartender was watching. Her moans were the music. Her shifting, writhing body was the entertainment. Everyone was looking, and Semya knew all they saw was a needy, flashy femme who was all but begging to be fucked.

And… was she? Semya was starting to lose track. She needed this, but she didn’t want it. Was that right? But if she didn’t want it, why was her body responding with such vicious eagerness? Why did every touch, every crass comment, every vulgar gaze fill her with violent heat?

She… wanted this?

Why? Because of her fetish? But what was it Alara had been saying? That her fetish was her real desires, repressed, waiting to be released? If that was the case, then…

Semya gasped as, out of nowhere, someone leaned forward and claimed her lips with a messy, forceful kiss. She could taste smoke on their breath and cheap whiskey on their tongue. The sheer coarseness of it left her whimpering.

“Wow,” Semya heard someone say, “she really is eager.”

Semya realized she’d been kissing back just as needily.

As everyone laughed, Semya looked down and tried to hide her face, although some implanted instinct against ruining her makeup kept her from burying it in her hands. One moment, she wanted the ground to swallow her up and shield her. The next, that same sense of humiliation was transformed into a lightness of being; a desire to be swept up and aloft, higher, brighter, more visible than ever. Semya was giddy with the urge - before the shame returned, and crushed her anew.

As she grappled with those warring feelings, she could hear the nearby bar dykes arguing about her - specifically, about who was going to get the first ‘turn’. They were comparing dibs, debating about Semya’s potential preferences, and even, in a few cases, planting elbows on the bartop so they could arm-wrestle for her. Being the center of attention was mortifying, but being actively fought over was lighting an undeniable fire inside Semya.

This was her, now. A trophy. A prize to be claimed.

That was so new. She’d never felt desired quite like that - desired, certainly but in a different way. She was learning that the relationship between butch and femme was far from symmetrical - and that, until now, she’d been blissfully unaware of just dizzying the euphoria that stemmed from being desired and chased could be.

It was hot. It was so fucking hot.

After a few moments, the pecking order was decided and the ‘winner’ presented herself; unsurprisingly, it was the engineer who had first caught Semya when she’d tripped. Once, Semya would have squared up against a woman like her with a grin on her face for the opportunity to take a pretty girl home. Now, as the engineer ogled her, Semya felt nothing but meek, flustered submission.

“Hey, princess,” the engineer said. Her voice was soft, but the cocky shark’s grin on her face made a lie of it. “Don’t worry. I’ll make you feel good.”

The promise made Semya shiver. For the first time, she truly looked at the other woman. She was tall, and wearing a ribbed tank top that left her burly arms on display. She had a thick-set, husky build, but when she moved and flexed, the musculature underneath was clearly visible, attesting to long hours spent lifting and carrying machinery in the bowels of the Inyx. She had sailors’ tattoos on her biceps, marking ships and campaigns served on, and her hair was short and slicked over to one side.

Words came unbidden into Semya’s mind. Words she’d normally reserve for herself, not think about other women. Cool. Handsome. Strong.

Hot.

A nervous, dumb smile came to Semya’s face.

And her eyes went wide as the engineer dropped to her knees and buried herself between Semya’s thighs.

The very first touch of her tongue had Semya moaning. She twitched and writhed as the pleasure hit, although all her efforts did nothing more than encourage the engineer as she started eating Semya out. It overwhelmed her instantly and defied all reason. Semya had always been a giver, not a receiver, but within moments this woman’s skillful tongue unraveled that part of her.

Always a top, always a giver - but not anymore. She couldn’t forget this. Her body couldn’t forget this.

At that moment, far too late, as the first rush of her new addiction hit, Semya suddenly became conscious of the fact that this was wrong. Completely wrong. This wasn’t a cure for her fetish. It was the opposite. It was fuel for the flames. And she was at risk of losing something she could truly never get back.

She needed to fight this. She needed to resist. She needed to-

“O-oh myy gggoddd!” The scream forced its way from Semya’s lips as the engineer’s tongue found its way even deeper inside her. The entire bar laughed at her plight, and the mixture of humiliation and pleasure robbed her of her train of thought.

She needed to… what?

She couldn’t think.

The engineer was making a hopeless puppet of her. She had such power over Semya; whenever she wanted, she could make her moan loud, or gasp breathlessly, or twitch this way or that, all with a single flick of her tongue. She proved it, over and over again. She delighted in it, making a mockery of the feeble resistance Semya tried to put up when she attempted to hold back her moans.

Little by little, she was teasing out and eroding Semya’s resistance. Chewing it up and spitting it out. Every time Semya stifled a moan or bit down on her own thrashing, the engineer noticed and made sure that her next display of ravenous pleasure was all the more humiliating for it. She tongue-fucked her skillfully, slow one moment, fast the next, attacking her clit, or stroking her lips, or pushing her tongue deep inside her until Semya’s back arched and her screams filled the whole bar.

Every time Semya tried fighting back, even a little, she slipped deeper into pleasure-drunk euphoria and she became more and more painfully aware of her own weakness. Her own lightness. Compared to the engineer - to how strong and forceful she was - Semya felt like she was made of nothing.

And all the while, her moans grew louder and louder.

“Settle down, princess,” jeered one of the women who had accosted Semya earlier - the security officer, she thought, although her vision was far too blurred to tell. “You’re getting exactly what you came here for.”

“N-n-noooo,” Semya forced out, even as the bar echoed with mocking laughter. “I’m not… I’m nnnottt… I’m… this… isn’tttt…”

She couldn’t quite get the words out. The engineer’s tongue was turning her thoughts into slurry. Even if Semya could speak without moaning, what would she say? What was there to protest?

It wasn’t like she could pretend not to be enjoying this. The wetness dripping onto the floor of the bar made a lie of that.

“I’m…” she moaned. “I’mmmm”

What?

Masc? Butch? A top?

She wasn’t sure any of those things were true anymore.

Her identity itself was being washed away by the simple fact that nothing had ever felt better than this.

“OK, princess,” said the engineer from between her thighs, drool and stickiness dripping from her lips. “How about we let everyone else take their turn?”

Before Semya could reply, the engineer rose smoothly to her feet and spun her around with her powerful arms, so that she was facing out into the bar. Her deep blush and shameful wetness were on display, and even without someone holding them apart, Semya couldn’t seem to find the strength to close her legs.

She was a spectacle. And everyone was looking. Everyone. A dozen pairs of eyes, each of them full of lust.

And it was all for her. All for Semya.

In the face of that, her soiled pride simply melted away. The simple euphoria of being beautiful and desired and prized cleansed away everything else. Amidst Semya’s frenzied lust, it seemed like clarity.

She wanted this. She needed this.

Because, deep down, it was who she really was.

And with that settled, she found herself nodding and grinning stupidly.

“Y-yes,” she said, in a dumb, high-pitched, girly voice. “Y-yes, please.”

That was all anyone needed to hear. In an instant, everyone else was on top of her, a dozen or more hands exploring every part of her body with the kind of ravenous, destructive lust normally reserved for picking the petals from flowers.

Everyone wanted a piece of Semya. They wanted to soil her. They wanted to ruin her dress, to smear her lipstick, to leave her eyeliner running down her face. They lived for it. They loved it.

And so did she.

It was a new feeling to Semya. The feeling of being a pretty vase, cracking apart. It was such a thrill. All along, Semya had suspected how good it would feel. That was why had become such a singular, fetishistic focus of hers. But to experience it was something else. It put the lie to all her excuses about it being ‘just’ a fetish.

This wasn’t ‘just’ anything. And Semya could see, now, clearly, that Alara had been right all along. She couldn’t be cured. Not of this. It was too intense. Now she was drowning in the feeling, and all she wanted was more.

She wanted to live this. Every day. Every moment.

She wanted to make sure there was no going back.

So, as the mess worker from earlier dove between her legs and started eating her out, Semya made sure her moans were higher and girlier than ever before. As another, a woman Semya hadn’t exchanged a single word with, yanked the top of her dress down to make her tits spill out, Semya made sure the faux-protest she let out was breathy, weak, and very distinctly feminine.

It felt so good, being violated like that. The fragility, most of all. Fragility and femininity were inextricably fused in Semya’s mind. For the longest time, she’d been laboring under the delusion that it meant femininity was wrong for her. Now, Alara had helped her to understand how breathtakingly pleasurable fragility could be.

And you never felt more fragile than when you were breaking.

“Y-yes!” Semya moaned. No more ‘no’s. No more denials. She was beyond that. “P-please! Moreeeee!”

She was free. Free to embrace her fantasies. Free to sink into the bliss, safe and secure in the knowledge that besides Alara, nobody was watching. These were all holograms. They weren’t really members of the crew. Nothing more than hardened light. With that fixed firmly in her mind, Semya was free to embrace her darkest fantasies. To breathe deep, and let the overpowering scent of sweat and lust carry her away.

At first, there was only one woman who wasn’t participating in the feeding frenzy. Alara Hisarlik, the ship’s counselor, was still standing off to one side, watching without a word. But anyone who saw her would have been able to tell that her bystanding was anything innocent. There was an unhealthy, lurid glow in her eyes; a fascination that was entirely at odds with her duty as a therapist and a healer. Her enjoyment was evident, but it was just as obvious that this wasn’t enough to sate her appetite. Not even close.

Semya Kuznetzov was simply her first subject. And this was simply the beginning of her new career.

Out of nowhere, another woman appeared next to her. The holodeck’s emitters carefully manipulated the photons passing through the air to form a holographic image that was the perfect duplicate of Wasp, the hacker, right down to the neon green highlights in her hair. After a brief moment, the image came to life, a wicked grin spreading across her face as she trained her eyes on the counselor.

“Nice work, ‘lara,” Wasp drawled. “I knew you had it in you.”

Alara didn’t so much as glance at her. She didn’t want to miss a thing. She wanted to etch every moment of Semya’s fall into her memory.

“I suppose I did,” Alara mused in reply. “All along. I really did.”

For her, as much as for Semya, this was a rebirth. It emanated from her; every mote of dignity and strength that Semya had lost, Alara seemed to have gained.

“I just got one question,” Wasp said, as she sauntered around, phasing through tables and stools as she did. No hardlight today, apparently. With her punk look, she seemed oddly at home in the dark confines of the dyke bar. “Why do it so slow? All the sessions, the old-school hypnosis schtick… why? If you wanted her like this, all you had to do was slip her one of my new little toys.”

Alara smiled a thin smile. “You don’t understand,” she replied. “Hasn’t anyone ever told you? It’s about the journey, not the destination. It’s the personal touches. The little push-and-pull of watching her come apart.” The counselor shivered. “I wouldn’t skip it for the world.”

Wasp stared at her thoughtfully for a moment, but then just shrugged. “If you say so. Not like I’m in any place to judge. As long as you’re still in with me, you can be any kind of pervert you want.”

Alara laughed. “Thank you. And besides, you’ve used the time well, I think.”

Wasp tittered like a giddy child. “Oh, absolutely. I’ve got almost all of them now. Doc, down in medbay, is quite the little worker drone. The whole crew has pretty much got their ‘vaccination’. We’re ready for the endgame.”

“I see.” Alara seemed more interested in her own plans than Wasp’s. After a moment, she nodded towards the bar dykes were fucking Semya. “Speaking of: thank you for their cooperation. I think it’s the perfect little touch.”

“No problem.” Wasp grinned. “I’m no stranger to theatricality.”

Both of them watched the developing orgy. A couple of the women had lifted Semya up onto the bartop, and people were taking turns crawling up between her legs and eating her out. They seemed to be competing to see who could make her thrash the most. At the other end, another group was using her mouth just as forcefully, making her suck on fingers, strap-ons, beer bottles. Whatever they wanted.

Semya was eager for all of it.

She was the center of attention. The focal point of all this debauchery. In a strange, perverse way, she really did look like some kind of princess, in the ruins of her delicate jewelry and golden dress, now hopelessly torn and crumpled from all the groping. Everyone else at the bar was gathered around to pay her a twisted tribute, and her skin was covered with proof of their adorations: cum, drool, kiss marks, love bites, and more.

And Semya loved it. She was in heaven. She had completely given herself over to fantasy.

Now it was time for Alara to bring her back down to reality.

“Time to rip off the band-aid,” she murmured, stepping forward.

“Knock yourself out, shrink,” Wasp said, dissolving back into nothingness as she offered a mock salute to her conspirator.

A vicious smirk on her face, Alara held her head high as she walked to the center of the space.

“Computer,” she said, in a loud, clear voice. “End simulation.”

The ship’s computer responded instantly, and with a shimmer, the world around them dissolved. The bar, the stools, the drinks, even the street outside - all of it phased out of existence as the light dissipated. Semya was still held up in the air, a few feet from the ground, but only by a nondescript, gray, hardlight box generated by the holodeck’s safety subroutines. That was all that remained of the holodeck scenario that had been running. Everything else had shut down. Nothing else was left.

But all the bar dykes were.

“Do you see, Semya?” Alara said to her patient. “I’m afraid I can’t simply allow you to lapse into futile escapism. What kind of cure would that be?”

It took Semya a long moment to rouse herself from the blissful overwhelmed, aroused stupor she’d lapsed into. But when she started to process what was happening to her, her eyes went wide and started trembling.

“Wha…” she panted in disbelief. “What… you’re… they’re…”

Real.

Not holograms. Real people. All of the women who’d been toying with Semya were simply members of the crew, dressed up and playing their assigned parts. It had to be true - it was the only way to explain why they were still here - but even so, Semya couldn’t quite bring herself to accept it.

But eventually, the truth forced her to her knees. As much as Semya wanted to pretend this was simply a cruel trick, now that she was thinking about it, there was something no amount of holodeck deception could explain: the smell. The scent of sweat, musk and sex Semya had been drinking deeply of all evening.

Holodecks couldn’t recreate smells. She should have known.

“That’s right,” Alara confirmed, as she saw the penny drop. “You’ve been doing all this in front of members of the crew. In front of people under your command. And rest assured: they won’t forget it.”

Unpleasant laughter echoed around the now-empty space. Wasp had used her tools of mental manipulation to make them play along, but they were far from mindless drones. They had been enjoying it every bit as much as Semya.

A chance to defile a stern, stuck-up XO? Who wouldn’t?

Semya looked between them like a frightened, trapped doe. There was no escape. All of them had seen her at her lowest. At her most humiliated. They knew her innermost secret. Her fetish had been laid bare. They would never look at her the same way again - and nor would anyone else, once word spread.

Semya’s reputation was shattered. Her dignity was a thing of the past. Her very identity, a facade barely held up by increasingly thin excuses, was now collapsing.

After a few long, unpleasant seconds, Semya made peace with it the only way she could.

By embracing it.

Her eyes fogged over again and, with a vacant, girlish giggle, she beckoned to a familiar face: the mess worker who had first touched her.

“Heyyyy,” Semya slurred. Her voice was breathy. Needy. “Why did you stop?”

In that moment, her pride broke. Her identity broke. Her mind broke. Whatever had been left of the stern, quiet, understated, strong XO of the Inyx was currently dribbling out of her mouth and drooling from between her thighs. In the face of impossible humiliation, Semya had collapsed in on herself and decided that this was all she wanted to do and all she wanted to be.

The women surrounding her exchanged looks. They all knew prey going limp when they saw it. Still, they looked to Alara for permission. She returned a quick nod. With that, the orgy resumed.

They kept at Semya for hours, eating her out, slapping her around, leaving her makeup a ruin - and all the while, she did nothing more than giggle and moan and squeal girlishly in submissive acceptance. Alara didn’t stay for that, though. She had already seen the moment she’d been working towards. She’d won. And for what felt like the first time in her life, she knew satisfaction.

The next day, when Semya Kuznetzov reported for duty wearing a dress, it was nothing more than confirmation.

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gaslightgallows · 1 year ago

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September 2023 Writing Round-Up

I just checked my tags, and I haven't done one of these since… three years ago. Exactly three years ago yesterday (9/29/20), to be precise. Which was pretty much when my mental health and my personal life started to crumble in earnest, and it took my desire to write for public consumption along with it.

Most of what I did for the rest of 2020/2021 were either struggling to finish works in progress (and largely failing) or archiving stuff from my LJ days. I didn't post anything in 2022. I was still writing (a lot) but it was either for Patreon (…fuck, right, I have a Patreon) or it was personal, not meant to be shared.

And then Good Omens came back and ended up being really fucking relevant to my life, and @meldanya44 was there urging me to get back into writing for other people besides her. I think it was a good idea, over all. ♥

So… yeah. Thanks, Good Omens fandom, for reminding me that writing is meant to be shared, and that I am a prompt-based lifeform. (I'll be putting up a new prompt list tomorrow, if anyone wants an artisanally crafted bespoke ficlet of their very own.)

Anyway, here's what I did in September:

Authorial Intent (G, one-shot): Michael’s plan to erase Aziraphale from the Book of Life has certain… flaws. A revision of the final season of S2 Ep6, where the Metatron does not make an appearance. (Actually posted at the end of August but this is my list and it counts. Written very shortly after I finished S2 for the first time. Effervescing with joy.)

Put Out the Stars (T, currently a one-shot, planning to continue): Crowley stole the photo of himself and Aziraphale from the shop a long time ago. (Inspired by one of @fellshish's asks. Angst angst angst… with more to come!)

An Invisible Wound (T, one-shot): “I almost killed you tonight.” “I almost got you killed tonight.” Their first kiss, soft and futile, is in 1941. (Bittersweet canon-compliant 1941 truthers unite.)

After the Rain (T, one-shot; for @meldanya44): The Second Coming has come and gone, and Crowley was calling him ‘angel’ again. (Wonderful quiet post-series fluff.)

Like Petals in a Storm (M, currently a standalone but working on a sequel; for @meldanya44): Between the discorporation and the almost-execution, Aziraphale’s having a bit of trouble keeping body and soul together. (My reputation-mandated 'one partner helps another bathe' fic.)

The Taste of Salt (G, one-shot; for @iamhisgloriouspurpose): The lingering taste of ox ribs are bitter and rich in Aziraphale's mouth, and he isn't sure what he believes anymore. (Continues the 'I'm not taking you to Hell, angel' scene in the Ep2 minisode. Nice and angsty. No one seems to like this one and I'm not sure why.)

Pipe Dream (G, one-shot; for @unwholesome-gay): All Aziraphale has ever wanted is to give heaven back to Crowley. (Domestic fluff about Aziraphale buying the South Downs cottage for Crowley. Fun fact: I struggled to write this and finally posted it in dismay and tried to forget about it. And then my inbox exploded with HEARTS, so I guess it wasn't as bad as I thought.)

The Patience of Angels, Chs 1-4 (M, multi-chapter WIP): An old enemy is on the hunt for the demon known as Crowley, and it will take all the powers of one very protective angel to save him. But in keeping Crowley safe, Aziraphale will uncover more of the terrible truths of Heaven than he ever wanted to know. (The longfic I first conceived of in 2019 and then never got around to finishing enough to post, and am now trying to revise the HELL out of in real-time because the original version doesn't work anymore. I love this fic with a burning passion and hope it finds an audience someday… which it probably will if I can update it, y'know, more often than once a month…)

Fics Posted: 8 Word Count: 28,182

I'm never going to be as prolific as I was when I was in the MCU fandom and had a much less-hectic job, but I'd call that a decent comeback. Thanks, everyone. ♥

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fandom #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #prompt fills #monthly round-up #meldanya44

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pokespefangirl · 5 months ago

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Agencyshipping + Blake (Nate)/Black (Hilbert) bromance

Fandom: Pokemon/Pokespe

Word count: 330

The truth was, Black had been secretly dating White, the President of the BW agency.

Secret because, well, White was worried someone would die if Blake found out.

Whether that someone would be Black or Blake, they had yet to find out.

Another reason, of course, was that the dynamics in the company would be changed completely!

Blake was like a cat that Black secretly needed to please, but whose actions always sent Black scrambling because despite his positive no-lose attitude, the man simply did not know how to beat the younger!

They had been battling it out on a mental basis for ages, but unlike with others, Blake would always draw with him on the chessboard as well as in real life.

So yeah, even Black's smartness had limits...Speaking of which, he needed Musharna because he needed to calm down already, what the heck!

"Are you... looking forward to seeing Dewott again?" Black questioned.

Celebrity Pokémon were now mostly mandated by the agency to keep away from large crowds of people due to the risk from events which had happened with Team Plasma.

“You two are going to do that swimsuit commercial together! Isn't that so awesome? I wanna get with my team soon, too!"

"Don't be silly," was Blake's unwholesome response to his (little did he know it) future brother in law, "mature pokemon and people aren't constantly wondering where the other is. Dewott is at a poké groomer's, he suggested it himself since he wanted to be in great physical shape before the commercial."

"I- I see!" Black immediately felt nervous as he thought about the casual way Blake just seemed to outright converse telepathically with the one Pokémon he had.

Last time Black knew someone who did that, well, that was a Team Plasma guy who was basically idealising the end of the world...

Nevermind, Black should just focus on work right now! And not on Blake's now lifeless eyes, hard as that was!

He wanted to help Prez! So he needed to deal with this... Every minute, every hour, of every day.

Excerpted from my fic "Loving Your Charade".

#pokespe #pokemon #trainer lack two #trainer black #trainer white #trainer hilbert #trainer nate #trainer hilda #agencyshipping #pokemon adventures #chessshipping #pokemon BW #pokemon black and white #alternate universe: pokestar studios

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teafiend · 6 months ago

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Thoroughly enjoyed the shamanism/shamanistic, folkloric and supernatural horror base of the show. The mysteries were quite engaging as well. Performances were obviously top-notch, and storylines wonderfully coherent and solid too.

Skipped parts of the last three episodes but due to bits and pieces here, got most of the storyline still. Ended beautifully and hopeful.

A superb 8.0-8.2.

The themes the show touched on varies and fascinatingly relevant, and I thought weaved into the folkloric and shamanistic aspects well. Human greed, wickedness, the sociopathy of the rich/powerful, will-to-live/survive, family/generational trauma, economic hardship, a sprinkle of socio-economic issues in South Korea were threaded logically and with sensitivity.

That said, the emotions about those issues could be better provoked. This was a mostly cerebral show for me, and moved me more in the mind than heart. Still excellent though.

I think one could write reams of paper on the issues brought up here though, no least the sociological aspects of the folkloric and supernatural as it pertains to human activities and emotions. Am sure there are already studies/research about those, but the show weaved them together fascinatingly.

Could not help but feel for poor Lee Hyang-Gi and her younger sister - Mok Dan - too. They were innocents in this, and hard to fault the poor girl for doing what she did after everything she had to go through. All blame were on the older Yeoms (and the shaman; even to an extent, the parents and villagers) and their greed and wickedness (which is par for the course of the privileged, especially). And of course, girls are always - commonly - the first to be sacrificed 😡🤬😭😭😭

The more sobering fact is the show and its world is considered “reality” in certain parts of the world, and not merely fiction. The use of the supernatural to further one’s ambitions, unwholesome intentions etc are common for some people. Not that I personally think they work, just that some people certainly swear by its effectiveness.

All said though, nothing wins over “The Guest” for me personally. To be fair, while both shows share certain themes, they are quite different, and I have enjoyed both, though my heart will always remain with TG. I mean, I am still shipping the characters from TG even when I have to do it alone. The shipping potential for “Revenant” is definitely there as well, and I have read a few lovely fanfic for San Yeong/Hae Sang, so there is that. San Yeong and Hong Sae would be sweet too.

Glad I finally jumped in and completed the show. Well worth the time spent on it.

Mini-rant:

Me and SBS non-Romance dramas: 왜❓(Wae/Why?!)

What is it with SBS and the non-shippable vibes of some of its shows?

I started “Revenant” with a ship (already read a few fics) and came out the other end 😅🤔🫠 This is not the first time either. Non-Romances usually have some good chemistry too, yet 😬🫥

Solid writing, memorable performances and beautiful directing with a sleek feel etc, yet the chemistry stayed firmly platonic (for me). Why???

There must be something in the “sauce” of SBS dramas which blocks my shipping-vibes antennae. Just a roundly weird phenomenon 🫠😭😔😥

#Revenant #kdrama #kim tae ri #oh jung se #hong kyung #the poster is very reminiscent of ‘Sohn: The Guest’ poster certainly #or the implied Trio #but while Revenant stands on its own excellence my favourite remains TG #good show #and while everyone became ‘comrades’ as the show went on the emotional connection was just not there for me #though TG and Revenant are different shows #so there is little to compare except superficial similarities #and this is NOT a comparison #just noting #for me Revenant is a cerebral show most of all #while TG is more about the heart (and libido LOL 😆😂😅🤣)#another one with little to zero shipping vibes #although the show was not shy in implying a certain something for San Yeong and Hong Sae YET #I find this phenomenon perplexing for a committed shipping-fangirl like me #the non-shippable vibes are strong with SBS dramas (for me)#and I am a ready-made San Yeong/Hae Sang ‘shipper’ too #I still ship them but I got nothing out of the show #whyyyy #not even a crumb and not as if the performers had no chemistry either #but everyone felt like they are aroace 🫥🤔#not that there is anything wrong with that #but I went in ready to ship and 😑😵🥱😩🫠#need to go and watch some ship FMVs to recalibrate

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simp4baji · 2 years ago

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CAUGHT (Baji x Chifuyu) spending the night at friends house isn't an uncommon thing. Mostly baji sleeps over at Chifuyu's place but when Chifuyu sleeps over at Baji's place is when it gets messy ... literally.

It was 1am and baji was asleep in his bed but Chifuyu wasn't. His mind kept the most unwholesome thoughts. Not just any unwholesome thoughts. They were unwholesome thoughts about Baji. They weren't uncommon for him though. Chifuyu had always felt some type of way towards him. He couldn't properly describe it without feeling flustered.

Chifuyu was tossing around his sleeping bag but not too much to wake up baji.

The thoughts that Chifuyu was having about his best friend were getting the best of him right now. He could feel his half hard dick begging to be touched. So he begins to pull his pants down until he gets a good idea..or so he thinks it's a good idea.

He stood up and went to bajis dresser till he got a shirt that smelled most like him.

"Maybe his shirt will help me get off. I need more than my own touch. I need him. I need his touch. He doesn't feel the same way though so I'll have to settle for his shirt." Chifuyu thought to himself.

He layed back down on his sleeping bag and pulled out his now fully hard dick. In one hand he held bajis shirt up to his nose and with the other he began jerking off.

He made sure to be quiet or at least tried to be quiet so he didn't wake baji. It was getting hard to be quiet the faster he was going and the amount of unholy thoughts running through his head.

With his eyes closed Chifuyu started to whimper at the thought of baji dominating him. At the thought of him being punished by his superior for doing something so dirty.

"B..baji" he began to moan as countless dirty thoughts began rushing through in his head.

"Baji" he whimpered as hand went faster on his dick. He kept sniffing his shirt which riled him up even more. He felt himself at the edge until he heard a door lock.

"What do you think you're doing Chifuyu?" A deep voice said. It was baji. He was standing at the door now.

Chifuyu was frozen in place. He felt embarrassed and flustered at the same time. "Answer my question now..what are you doing?" Baji asked again this time with his eyebrow raised and a smirk on his face as he walked towards Chifuyus sleeping bag.

Chifuyu sat up with his face red as a tomato as he put bajis shirt to the side.

"I..I don't know...dreaming?" Chifuyu answered in the most unsure tone.

Baji chuckled at his lame excuse. "Oh? And what were you dreaming about pretty boy?" Baji said as he was now crouched down in front of him.

Chifuyu was at a loss of words. He didn't know what to say and even if he did it'd come out messy so he just let out a whine.

"Use your words. You know how to use your words right? Are you fucked out of your little mind already?" Baji said in a taunting tone.

Chifuyu's face turned even more red as he felt his body heat up from Baji's words. He felt himself getting even more hard if possible and all baji was doing was talking to him.

"I...I'm so sorry baji-san I didn't mean to be so lou- I'm sorry for using your shirt a-and for thinking bad thoughts about you."- Chifuyu said while looking down at the floor while baji was giving him an intimidating stare. Chifuyu knew that if he even looked baji in the eye right now he'd become an even bigger mess.

An evil grin let out on bajis face as he placed his thumb and index finger on Chifuyu's chin to make him look up at him. Baji saw how flustered and turned on Chifuyu was just by looking at him. "You're so cute. You think you can get away with using my shirt to jerk off with?"

"I'm s-sorry baji I didn't mean to us-" but he was cut off by baji turning him over onto his stomach and before baji did anything else he asked "Are you okay with this? Do you consent to this pretty boy?"

Chifuyu was taken aback but he said "I-i consent. Please do whatever you want."

That was all baji needed to hear before he pulled Chifuyu's shorts and boxers down in one swift movement. Chifuyu didn't know what to expect but he didn't expect a harsh slap to his ass. "Count" baji said in a stern tone. "W-what?" Chifuyu said very confused. He felt bajis hand rubbing his ass gently before landing another harsh slap.

"Count. Do I have to repeat myself again?" Baji said. "N-no I'm s-sorry. One" Chifuyu said before another harsh slap landed on his now sensitive ass. Five harsh slaps later Chifuyu was a whimpering mess. Baji then carried him to his bed and laid him on his back. Chifuyu's dick was now painfully hard. Baji could tell it was so sensitive so he let only one of his fingers trace up and down against it.

Chifuyu's back arched because of his touch. Baji took note of how beautiful Chifuyu looks when he's like this. Chifuyu's mouth was open letting out gasps and whimpers as baji continued teasing his dick.

"P-please baji-san" Chifuyu whined.

"Please what? What do you want me to do to you pretty boy?" Baji said as he began kissing Chifuyu's chest.

"Anything. Please touch me. I wanna be fucked so badly p-please" Chifuyu said as his hips began rutting against bajis hand but as soon he did that baji pulled his hand away. This made Chifuyu let out a string of whimpers and whines. Baji enjoyed his whimpering. "P-please i need you so much baji." Chifuyu whimpered on the verge of begging him.

"Okay okay I'll take care of it pretty boy." Baji said as he got off the bed and went to his nightstand drawer. He pulled out a packet of lube and a condom. When he walked back to the bed he saw the desperation in his pretty boys eyes.

He always thought Chifuyu had some type of beauty to him that he couldn't properly describe. He found it so adorable when Chifuyu got frustrated and flustered. He admired every part of him but he was too stubborn to admit it to himself.

He couldn't hold himself back anymore.

When he got to the bed he grabbed Chifuyu by his legs and pulled him to the edge of the bed.

"What-what are you doing?"

"You tell me" baji said as he opened the packet of lube with his teeth. His long hair getting in the way just made him more hotter to Chifuyu. Baji put a generous amount around Chifuyu's hole and onto his own 2 fingers.

Baji traced his finger around Chifuyus hole and said "Now you tell me if it's too much okay? Can you do that for me baby boy?"

Chifuyus face turned bright red whenever baji called him cute nicknames. He could feel butterflies in his tummy with the way baji was looking at him.

All he could do was nod yes but baji didn't take it.

"Use your words pretty boy. I know you can do it."

"Y-yes..I'll tell you if it's t-too much baji" Chifuyu stuttered out while trying to place himself on bajis finger.

Baji laughed at his failed attempt. "There you go was that so hard to say? Such a good little slut." He said as he pushed his finger in his hole.

Chifuyu began letting out moans as bajis finger was trying to find his good spot. Once he found it he inserted a second finger and began making scissoring gestures inside him.

Chifuyus moans got louder as he got closer again.

Baji could tell that he was close so he decided to pull out his fingers and pour what was left of the lube onto his painfully hard dick.

He leaned down to Chifuyu's face which made Chifuyu blush like crazy again.

"Is this okay with you pretty boy? Do you want this?" He whispered into his ear.

"Y-yes fuck baji fuck me already just fuck me like you hate me damn it" Chifuyu said in a frustrated tone and pulled at the hoodie that baji was wearing.

Baji didn't like it when Chifuyu gave him attitude. "Hm you want me to fuck you like I hate you?" Baji said as he swiftly flipped Chifuyu onto his tummy and held his hands behind his back. "Whatever you want pretty boy" he said and in one swift movement his dick was in Chifuyus hole.

Chifuyu let out a string of loud whines and whimpers as baji slowly moved inside of him.

With his free hand baji pulled Chifuyu's hair and pulled him into a standing position as baji was now deep inside him and pressing into his good spot.

"M-more hard please bajiii" Chifuyu whined and as soon as baji heard that he pushed Chifuyu back into the bed and started fucking him at a quick ungodly pace.

"Such a good little whore. You're doing so good my pretty boy."

Chifuyu felt his orgasm approaching again just as he was about to finish baji's fingers gripped at the base of Chifuyus dick forming some type of cock ring to stop him from finishing.

"Ah-ah why?? Please let me-" Chifuyu said but was interrupted by baji. "You think I'm gonna let you finish after you gave me attitude and caught you using my shirt to jerk off with? You pathetic little whore. You're gonna cum when I tell you too okay?"

"B-but I'm so close..p-please baji I'm sorry for giving a-attitude I'm so- ahhh pleaseee" Chifuyu said as his thighs began to shake. Baji kept hitting his good spot as he was kissing his neck. Baji smirked against his neck as he felt Chifuyus thighs shaking against him.

"Awww poor little baby. How badly do you want to cum pretty boy?"

"S-so badlyyy ahhh please please please let me cum please I need it so bad please" Chifuyu said in his most whiney voice. Baji loved hearing him beg. "Keep begging pretty boy."

"Fuck fuck please baji-san please let me cum please i need to cum so badly please."

Baji moved his fingers off his dick.

"Cum pretty boy" baji said and that's all it took for Chifuyu to make a milky white mess on bajis bed. Chifuyus legs began to shake while baji was still drilling into his good spot soon cumming inside him.

Baji laid next to Chifuyu trying to catch his breath. Then he got up and used a tissue to clean up himself and Chifuyu.

Chifuyu tried sitting up but his ass felt so sore so when baji noticed he picked Chifuyu up and laid him on his bed. Then he laid next to him with his arm around the pretty blonde boy.

"Chifuyu did you enjoy this?" Baji asked while looking down at the blonde boy all cuddled up in his arms.

He looked up at him with a smile on his face "Yes I did baji-san. It was so perfect. I loved every part of it."

"I loved every part of it too..pretty boy" baji said with a smile on his face as well.

Both spent the night sleeping in each others arms feeling so happy with each other and safe with each other.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #baji keisuke #matsuno chifuyu #smut #bxb smut #tokyo revengers fanfiction #tokyo manji gang #tokyo rev fluff

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jdgo51 · 8 months ago

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Use Your Tongue to Help, Not Hurt

Today's inspiration comes from:

Don't Sink Your Own Ship

by Max Anders

"Don’t sink your own ship.

Use your tongue to help, not to hurt."

"If we control the tongue, we control the whole person. Let no unwholesome word come out of your mouth, but if there is any good word for edification according to the need of the moment, say that, so that it will give grace to those who hear." — Ephesians 4:29

"'In high school, I thought I was a BMOC — Big Man On Campus. I was an athlete, played in several school bands, had the lead in the school play, and was invited to all the parties the cool kids had. I thought I was big stuff — on the outside. But inside I was insecure, uncertain, and easily intimidated. I was an overachiever simply because I had no confidence whatsoever in my inherent worth as a human being. So I had to rely on achievements to validate my worth as a member of the human race.

I would periodically do other things to validate my status, to remind myself and others that I was, in fact, a BMOC. However, these things were usually the actions of a JERK, which is often what I really was. But I didn’t realize it at the time. One of my most disheartening forays into JERK-dom happened when a new girl moved to our small town. She was quiet and shy, although I remember her being a nice young lady as I look back on everything many years after. She had a pleasant countenance and was polite, courteous, and a good student. There was nothing wrong with her.

But the ways of JERKs are difficult to fathom, and for some reason several of “the cool guys” singled this girl out for unwarranted attention. We used to talk about her within her hearing. We said nothing ugly, but just asked questions about where she came from, what she was like, and why she was so quiet. But it was especially rude because we did it within her hearing. However, she never said anything, never acknowledged our rudeness, and never lost the pleasant look on her face.

I remember that at one basketball game where the girl was sitting in front of us, we started blowing on the back of her head. We blew very slightly at first. We wanted her to feel her hand over the back of her head and wonder what was there. But she didn’t. So we blew harder. She still didn’t acknowledge our pestering. Finally, we blew so hard that we parted her hair down the back of her head.

Yet she did nothing. She never acknowledged our presence and never lost the pleasant look on her face.

We have, behind our lips, a tool that gives us the ability to encourage, exalt, and empower — or discourage, damage, and defeat.

To this day, I don’t fully understand why we did that. I was not a consciously mean kid. I think it had something to do with establishing my place over someone new so I could reassure myself of my standing in the flock, like chickens fighting for a position in the pecking order. When I think of this now, I reproach myself for my thoughtless actions. How we must have hurt her! And it was for no reason. Yet she was the picture of grace through it all.

In reality, she was a BW(oman)OC. I was just a big JERK! I don’t know where she is today, but I wish I could talk to her and ask her to forgive me. I wish I could tell her how much I regret my rudeness and how much I admire her for her graciousness.

I. The tongue is extremely powerful.

You’ve heard the saying, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Of course, this is not true. Words can hurt — and words can heal. Words can tear down —and words can build up. Words can destroy — and words can create.

We have, behind our lips, a tool that gives us the ability to encourage, exalt, and empower — or discourage, damage, and defeat.

If we had a physical weapon this powerful, it would have to be licensed and registered with the authorities. Some people would not be permitted to carry it. Yet, here we are — everyone armed with a weapon so powerful that lives hang in the balance when we use it. And many of us don’t know how to use it well.

II. The Bible commands us to use our tongues wisely.

The Bible teaches that the tongue is extremely powerful, and it commands us to use our tongues wisely. God knows the power of the tongue. He gave it to us, and He instructed us on how to use it. The central passage in the Bible on the tongue is found in James 3:2–6:

If anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able to rein in the whole body as well. Now if we put the bits into the horses’ mouths so that they will obey us, we direct their whole body as well. Look at the ships too; though they are so large and are driven by strong winds, they are nevertheless directed by a very small rudder wherever the inclination of the pilot determines. So also the tongue is a small part of the body, and yet it boasts of great things. See how great a forest is set aflame by such a small fire! And the tongue is a fire, the very world of unrighteousness; the tongue is set among our body’s parts as that which defiles the whole body and sets on fire the course of our life, and is set on fire by hell.

Whew! Strong words. And that’s not the end of it. The Bible has more to say about our words:

The good person out of the good treasure of his heart brings forth what is good; and the evil person out of the evil treasure brings forth what is evil; for his mouth speaks from that which fills his heart. — Luke 6:45

What comes out of our mouths originates in our hearts. The heart is the reservoir; our words are merely the stream flowing out of it. How embarrassing! Everyone knows! They know our hearts by listening to our words!

However, changing our speech is not an easy task because it isn’t merely our speech that needs change — it’s our heart. That’s why James wrote that if we could control the tongue, we could control the entire body. Therefore, we have to look honestly and accurately at our speech. Is it helpful speech or hurtful speech? No one speaks all of one and none of the other, but this must not keep us from being honest.

When we are honest about our speech, we can look at the characteristics of good speech and bad speech with the goal of improving our own. If we use our tongue wisely and well, it will honor God, improve our relationships with other people, and make our lives go better."'

Written for Devotionals Daily by Max Anders, author of Don’t Sink Your Own Ship.

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autolovecraft · 1 year ago

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Certainly, the events of that evening greatly changed George Birch.

At last the spring thaw came, and graves were laboriously prepared for the nine silent harvests of the grim reaper which waited in the tomb. Great heavens, Birch, just as I thought!

Steeled by old ordeals in dissecting rooms, the doctor entered and looked about, stifling the nausea of mind and body that everything in sight and smell induced.

The air had begun to be exceedingly unwholesome; but to this detail he paid no attention as he toiled, half by feeling, at the heavy and corroded metal of the latch. Over the door, however, no pursuer; for he was alone and alive when Armington, the lodge-keeper, answered his feeble clawing at the door. I'll never get the picture out of my head as long as I live. Birch heeded this advice all the rest of his life till he told me his story; and when I saw the scars—ancient and whitened as they then were—I agreed that he was wise in so doing. His thinking processes, once so phlegmatic and logical, had become ineffaceably scarred; and it was pitiful to note his response to certain chance allusions such as Friday, Tomb, Coffin, and words of less obvious concatenation. He always remained lame, for the great tendons had been severed; but I think the greatest lameness was in his soul. Birch that night he had taken a lantern and gone to the old receiving tomb. Whether he had imagination enough to wish they were empty, is strongly to be doubted. Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that the coffins beneath him rocked and creaked. The borders of the space were entirely of brick, and there seemed little doubt but that he could shortly chisel away enough to allow his body to pass. Sawyer was not a lovable man, and many stories were told of his almost inhuman vindictiveness and tenacious memory for wrongs real or fancied. Birch, though dreading the bother of removal and interment, began his task of transference one disagreeable April morning, but ceased before noon because of a heavy rain that seemed to irritate his horse, after having laid but one mortal tenant to its permanent rest. Armington helped Birch to the outside of a spare bed and sent his little son Edwin for Dr. Davis. He was merely crass of fiber and function—thoughtless, careless, and liquorish, as his easily avoidable accident proves, and without that modicum of imagination which holds the average citizen within certain limits fixed by taste.

Fortunately the village was small and the death rate low, so that the coffins beneath him rocked and creaked. On the afternoon of Friday, April 15th, then, Birch set out for the tomb with horse and wagon to transfer the body of Matthew Fenner. Never did he knock together flimsier and ungainlier caskets, or disregard more flagrantly the needs of the rusty lock on the tomb door which he slammed open and shut with such nonchalant abandon. He would not, he found, have to pile another on his platform to make the proper height; for the hole was on exactly the right level to use as soon as its size might permit. But it would be well to say as little as could be said, and to use it when Asaph Sawyer died of a malignant fever. Most distinctly Birch was lax, insensitive, and professionally undesirable; yet I still think he was not perfectly sober, he subsequently admitted; though he had not then taken to the wholesale drinking by which he later tried to forget certain things. Tired and perspiring despite many rests, he descended to the floor and sat a while on the bottom box to gather strength for the final wriggle and leap to the ground outside.

In this funereal twilight he rattled the rusty handles, pushed at the iron panels, and wondered why the massive portal had grown so suddenly recalcitrant.

He cried aloud once, and a little later gave a gasp that was more terrible than a cry.

Never did he knock together flimsier and ungainlier caskets, or disregard more flagrantly the needs of the rusty lock on the tomb door which he slammed open and shut with such nonchalant abandon. Dusk fell and found Birch still toiling.

He would have given much for a lantern or bit of candle; but lacking these, bungled semi-sightlessly as best he might. Great heavens, Birch, just as I thought! His drinking, of course, only aggravated what it was meant to alleviate.

This arrangement could be ascended with a minimum of awkwardness, and would furnish the desired height. He had even wondered, at Sawyer's funeral, how the vindictive farmer had managed to lie straight in a box so closely akin to that of the diminutive Fenner.

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danganronpafan777 · 2 years ago

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can I request sdra2 boys reacting to a fem!reader (or gn if you don’t do fem) that everyone just thought was a boy and she did not care to correct them, except for when she tries to go to the bathroom or change which is when everyone found out-

Ok lol, but Y/n does end up telling Teruya and Hajime in their scenarios

Yuri Kagarin:

Since Yuri thought you were a boy, he disrespected your entire existence when he first met you

Even if his dislike and rude remarks against you were annoying, you still didn't correct him

When Yuri was complimenting Sora, he noticed you go into the girls bathroom

Oh hell no

With his ideas of all males being disgusting creeps, he thought you were being a pervert, so he did the heroic thing and try to run into the bathroom and beat the crap out of you

Except he wasn't able to open the bathroom door

He was pissed that Monocrow was letting this pervert enter and not him, until Monocrow came out and explained that boys weren't allowed in the girls bathroom.

Yuri is about to yell about you to Monocrow when it suddenly hits him

He's straight up in denial for a few moments, and when you leave the bathroom, he straight up asks you in shock,

"...Are you a girl?"

"Glad someone figured it out."

He basically spends the rest of the day following you and begging you for forgiveness, and even when you forgave him, he still stuck by you, seeming to enjoy your company

He was still a long shot from not hating men, but you seemed to open his eyes a bit

Teruya Otori:

When being in another trauma inducing situation, knowing you could help everyone but you don't have your memories to do so, it was hard to find someone to trust

But Teruya trusted you

You listened to him and comforted him through the murders, and did the best you could to help him remember, even if his past memories weren't very pleasant

You had just been comforting Teruya, who was desperately trying to remember how he got his goggles, when the nighttime announcement played

Teruya quickly wiped his tears and looked around,

Even if your dorm wasn't too far away, he still remembered from his last killing game that going out at night wasn't a good idea

"Y/n, it's late. You shouldn't go out at nighttime, do you want to spend the night?"

"A boy and a girl spending the night together? How unwholesome."

"Wha..."

It took him a solid minute to realize that you were a girl, and he just asked you to spend the night with him HoLy sHiT-

He began blabbering about how he was sorry and he didn't know

You just laughed it off and told him you didn't bother correcting people

He kept apologizing and you laughed it off, telling him that you'd see him (and make fun of him more) in the morning

Then he found your corpse the next morning

Just kidding, he didn't think anything less of you because of your gender, and would correct the others or tell them if they didn't know and if you were fine with it

Yuki Maeda:

You and Yuki were pretty good friends

Not "walk right in when the other is changing" good friends, but you guys enjoyed each other's presence

Yuki's luck and obliviousness came into play when he decided he would knock on your door and see if you wanted to hang out

He noticed your door was open and got scared, what if you were killed!?

He opened it, hoping he wasn't about to find your corpse

"Wha...! Y-Y/N!?"

His face goes red when he realizes that not only are you a girl, but he also just walked in on you changing

He quickly runs out of the room and avoids you like the plague (because he's embarrassed that he walked in on you, not because you're a girl)

You confronted him about it and he admitted that he was surprised to realize that you were actually a girl

You lightly teased him over the whole ordeal, much to his embarrassment

He made sure you identified as a girl before openly using those pronouns and correcting your friends

Shinji Kasai:

Shinji treated you like he treated any guy, basically forcing you to work out with him and insisting that you called him big bro

You worked out with him, Hajime, and Yuki for a while, and they were none the wiser

Until you forgot about training one day.

"YOU ARE LATE TO TRAINING!!" You heard Shinji pound on your door.

"Sorry! I was talking with Sora! I'm getting changed, then I'll head to-"

Shinji didn't let you finish, nearly busting down the door to the room just to find you half naked.

He low key screamed before covering his eyes and running away, too embarrassed to put the door back

He couldn't look you in the eyes after that and nearly everything you said made him turn red

He would faint if you ever called him big bro again

Hajime and Yuki have no idea what's going on, and Shinji is too embarrassed to say it, so you're the one telling them

It's a while before Shinji can talk to you without getting extremely red, but him and his friends still welcome you to train with them

Hajime Makunouchi:

Like Shinji, he thought you were cool and invited you to work out with him!

The two of you went for a jog around the island and did some push-ups until it felt like the both of you were gonna pass out

Eventually, Hajime let you take a water break and you savored every drop before talking about how hot you felt

"Is this what a good workout is?"

"Hell yeah! If you're too hot, you can just take your shirt off."

You stared at him.

Bruh moment

"...I'm a girl."

"....Wait what!?"

He didn't mind too much, he was just really embarrassed that he told a girl to take her shirt off

You just laughed and told him it was alright

He didn't treat you any differently after that, but would correct people if they misgendered you (after making sure that you identify as a girl)

Syobai Hashimoto:

He was having a smoke in the monocruise, and minding his own business when he noticed you head into the girls bathroom

"...Whatever. I'm not paid to care."

He quickly put the pieces together upon realizing that only girls could enter the girls bathroom

Huh...

Still doesn't care.

Mikado Sannoji:

He's the mastermind, who literally planned his killing game plan down to the last detail

He already knew

Nikei Yomiuri:

Like Yuri, he thinks you're a pervert when he sees you enter the girls room

It takes him a few moments to suddenly remember the fact that only girls could enter the girls room

The second you leave, be prepared to be bombarded with questions

"What a scoop! Y/n is actually a girl! Do you identify as a boy? Why didn't you correct us?!"

Honestly, there's a chance he already knew since he scanned your file before the killing game started, but he pretended to be surprised for the sake of appearing oblivious and for the scoop

#sdra2 x reader #sdra2 #hajime makunouchi #yuri kagarin #teruya otori #shinji kasai #yuki maeda #nikei yomiuri #mikado sannoji #syobai hashimoto

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moonlit-reveriee · 4 years ago

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Baby Blue

technoblade x fem!reader

concept: techno is scared of ‘corrupting’ the reader, but the reader’s kinda into it...

content warning // NSFW, virgin!reader, very minor angst?, small argument that gets resolved

listen to this while you read: BBBlue (Single) by Olivver the Kid

(this fic was heavily inspired by the lyrics of this song, so i highly recommended giving it a listen!)

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When Techno found out you were a virgin, he was terrified. Not necessarily of the thought itself, but of the implications.

He’d never forget the look on your face when you told him. You tried to be casual about it, but he knew you well enough to spot the dusting of pink across your cheeks. You nuzzled yourself closer into his side. Whether out of embarrassment or something else entirely, he couldn’t tell. All he could feel was his heart dropping as the voices chanted at him to “ruin her”

Of course you, his pure sweet angel, would be a virgin. He once again crumbled under the idea that you had chosen him. How on earth could a person like you even think of being with a beast like him. Yet alone, giving up your virginity to him.

He hated how horribly turned on he was by the thought of taking it.

The voices had been relentless about it ever since. They were hyper focused on your every move, twisting every thought of his into something promiscuous. When you rolled out of bed in the morning and stretched, a small sigh escaping your lips, it was endless cries of “make her do that again” “you should fuck those moans out of her” “make her scream”

While making breakfast together in the morning, they wouldn’t stop telling him to “bend her over the counter” “take it right here”

Even at times where he was alone, the voices preoccupied him with endless thoughts of you. He was fairly certain they had forced him to imagine every possible way in which he could have you. “imagine fucking her against the wall” “you can be gentle for the first time y’know” “she’d feel so good writhing underneath us” “press her face into the mattress instead” “make her get on her knees and suck you off” “she’ll be such a pretty little slut for us”

He tried to take care of himself as often as he could, but it was becoming impossible to keep up with. There were only so many times a day he could jerk himself off alone behind locked doors. He was desperate, and sexually frustrated to say the least.

He felt disgusting for it.

After a week of this torment, he could barely even look at you yet alone touch you without the voices and his own guilt pounding against his skull. You couldn’t even think about broaching the subject again, because he was avoiding physical contact like the plague. He wouldn’t come to bed until he knew you were asleep, and would leave long before you woke.

As much as he tried to hide it, you could tell he was tired. Something was wrong, but you knew that he’d never just tell you about his problems unprompted. Techno was insufferably stubborn in that way. After several days of avoiding your gaze and leaning away from your touch, you chose to confront him.

“Techno”, you called for his attention quietly, trying to sound stern while remaining gentle with him. He didn’t turn to fully face you, but he glanced at the spot on the wall just above your head.

You struggled to find the words you wanted to say, so you settled on telling him, “Techno, you look tired.”

He turned his attention away from you. “Just a lot of work around the house this week. I’ll be fine after I rest.”

“Then come to bed with me.” You saw the way his body tensed and tilted away from you at that simple suggestion.

“I just need to write a couple letters first. You can go ahead of me.”

“Techno...”, you whined, daring to take a step closer to him. He gave you an almost panicked look, “why does it feel like you’ve been avoiding me?”

“I haven’t been avoiding you”, he responded quickly, trying to look through you instead of at you.

“Yes you have”, you responded firmly. A flash of guilt washed over his face at your tone. “You haven’t kissed or touched me for nearly a week now. I don’t even know for sure if you sleep in the same bed as me anymore. Fuck, you barely even talk to me.”

Angry tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you wanted to hold them in. Techno felt his chest tighten at the sight of it. He instinctively turned and reached out to comfort you, but forced himself to freeze.

“There”, you said, gesturing towards him, “just like that. You’re stopping yourself. Why are you doing that?”

He repeatedly opened and closed his fists at his side, wanting to have any conversation other than this one.

“[y/n], there’s just a lot going on in my mind right now”, he said. It wasn’t a complete lie. “I just need to work though it.”

“Then let me help you.”

“No”, he responded a little too quickly, “I- I mean, I just don’t want to talk about it with you yet...”

“Why not?”, you retorted, trying to squeeze any information you could out of him.

“I just don’t, okay? It’s uncomfortable, I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“... is this about me being a virgin?”

“I never said that”, he replied, but the tension in his shoulders was enough to tip you off.

“Ah geez Technoblade, if it was that much of a problem for ya, you should have just told me”, you said sarcastically, “instead of avoiding all physical contact for a like week straight!”

“It’s not a problem, [y/n].”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way.”

Techno huffed in frustration, grabbing a fistful of his hair at the root. He wasn’t sure if he was more upset with himself, or the fact that a few of the voices were still begging him to “please fuck her already”

“Love, I wasn’t avoiding you because I didn’t want it. They”, he tapped a finger against the side of his skull, “they want it so badly. It’s driving me insane.”

He breathed in and out shakily, trying to gauge your expression in the brief moments before he continued.

“I’m a monster. I’ve spilt more blood than anyone every should in a single lifetime. My appearance is more beast than man.”

He looked up briefly to find you staring right at him, a tight-lipped frown upon your face.

“What does that have to do with any of this?”

“I- ... I don’t want to corrupt your innocence”, he admitted.

“What on earth do you mean by that?”

“[y/n], you’re so perfect”, he answered almost breathlessly, “you’re so kind and so pure. Just living with me does enough to taint your reputation, I don’t wanna-“

He cut himself off to swallow thickly. He almost seemed scared of the words he was going to say next.

“I don’t want to ruin this part of you either...”

A heavy silence filled the tiny sitting room of techno’s cottage. In those few seconds, your eyes widened ever so slightly as his words suddenly clicked in your mind. This hulking boar of a man, an undisputed war criminal, was scared. He was scared of damaging you, your reputation, or your recently revealed ‘innocence’. Compared to himself, he saw you as a pure being who could be tainted by unwholesome thoughts.

If what he said about the voices was true, then his actions of the past few days would’ve made sense for him.

“Oh techno...”, you muttered softly, tentatively placing a hand on his jaw. His posture was curled inward, making him look small despite his size. He was stiff at first, but allowed you to lift his gaze to meet yours. He searched your eyes desperately for an indication of your reaction. You gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

A small wave of confusion washed over his face, but he nodded anyways. “It was at the festival...”

“That’s right”, you said, moving the hand on his face down to rest over his shoulder, “and do you remember what I did that day?”

“You threw an axe into Schlatt’s shoulder”, he answered, watching as the scene played out in his memory.

You lived with Niki in her bakery at the time, and witnessed firsthand the injustice she faced during Schlatt’s presidency. As the chaos after Tubbo’s execution occurred, you took the opportunity to hurl your axe where Schlatt stood upon his podium. The blow wasn’t fatal, but that wasn’t necessarily your goal. You just wanted to see the man in pain.

“It was a lucky shot really”, you admitted, “I wasn’t even aiming properly.” That managed to draw a small smile onto Techno’s lips.

“And do you remember”, you continued, “when I tried to confront the Butcher Army by myself?”

He grimaced at the thought. You had told him you just needed to make a quick trip to L’manburg for some supplies, leaving him at home alone to recover from the previous day’s events. You returned that evening with a sprained wrist and a couple large bruises forming on your body. None of them were trying to kill you, but you took a pretty good beating from Quackity just for trying to confront them.

“Why are you bringing all of this up now?”, he asked.

“Because”, you said, “this is the evidence that will support my next point.”

He looked bewildered by that statement, but continued to listen.

“I’m not a perfect person”, you resumed, “I have blood on my hands just like you do. I know it’s hard to compare to you, but I’m not devoid of my own sins. I can be mean, I’ve hurt people. I’m not a pure, angelic being who would quiver at a single inappropriate thought. I think you forget that sometimes.”

He let your words swirl around in his head; he couldn’t deny the logic in them. The evidence prevented him from denying the truth of your statement. He could almost be mad that you’d talked him into a corner, but he was more overjoyed at the fact that you knew him well enough to do so.

“And you know...”, you spoke quietly, letting your hand fall down to rest on his chest, “if you did somehow ‘corrupt my innocence’ as you say... I really wouldn’t mind that.”

Techno’s breath hitched in his throat. There were a brief few moments, maybe minutes, where he just stared at you. Then his lips were on yours; sudden and clumsy, but passionate. You gripped the fabric of his shirt as he grabbed at your waist, desperate to have you in his arms again.

“I’m sorry, I had to”, he muttered, his lips left hovering a hair’s breadth away from yours.

“You’re so silly sometimes”, you sighed affectionately, rubbing small circles into his collarbone. He gave you a gentle smirk before pressing another kiss into your lips.

“I’m sorry darling, I really am”, he said as he drew you into a tight hug. He took in your scent and the feel of your skin for the first time in days. It felt like he could survive off the feeling of your arms wrapped around his body alone. He wondered why he ever let himself be depraved of this.

“You know I trust you, right?”, you spoke with your face pressed into his chest.

“I’m not sure why, but yes.”

You decided not to reprimand him for saying that. You could help him unpack all that later. Instead, you brought your head up to whisper in his ear.

“You have my full and unconditional consent to take my virginity whenever you’re ready.”

Techno inhaled and held his breath, though for what, he wasn’t sure. It took a while for the full weight of those words to sink in. He leaned back to stare at your face, bringing one of his large and shaky hands up to cup your cheek.

“Are you sure?”, his eyes were wide with trepidation, practically pleading with you to tell him the truth. You leaned into his palm, indulging in the feeling of his skin on yours.

“I want you, techno. I’ll wait as long as you need me to.”

Techno was lost in your words. The sudden absence of guilt left his heart light and airy in his chest. For the first time in days, the voices were only a gentle murmur.

“she’s so beautiful” “she wants you” “make her feel good” “show her how special she is” “make her smile” “she’ll be so pretty” “she’s always pretty” “be gentle, no need to rush”

“make love to her”

“... I think I’m ready now.”

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ayyyy guess who finally finished writing something!!!

parts of this feel a little rushed but ehhhhhh i was just excited to finally post it. i looove writing techno as an extremely self-conscious character who’s too caught up in their own head to see how ridiculous they’re being. so, this was a treat for me to write

i hope you enjoyed :D

-moonlight

#c!techno #red:moon #mcyt x reader #techno x reader #technoblade x reader #mcyt smut #techno smut

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wh0lemilk0vich · 2 years ago

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Okay so that post I messaged you.

But Mickey's belly completely covers Ian's head.

Eddie's is close to covering Steve's.

And Steve's is so cute and just like a reverse head rest for Eddie's forehead.

Leaves a little mark too.

🍊

Ugh yes 😩😩😩

Giving me unwholesome thoughts about all of my boys. So this is in reference to this picture

Gallavich-wise, I'm totally seeing Ian take this as a selfie, documenting his hubby's growth and just like needing the material to obsess over later. He's just like "Damn, look how big and hefty my Mickey is getting, I'm gonna do unspeakable things to you later, big boy 😈"

Eddie definitely takes the polaroid of Steve like that because they're both high and Steve had been nuzzling him like that for a solid half hour

Steve takes the picture because that's Eddie's happy place when he just wants to feel better after an annoying day and needs to touch and feel softness to get grounded. Feeling steve's regular breathing helps him feel better.

#gallavich #chubby mickey milkovich #chaser Ian #steddie #chubby eddie munson #chaser steve harrington #chubby steve harrington #chaser eddie munson

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ellitx · 4 years ago

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elli have you ever think about the twins caught [name] masturbation and moaned their name?

anon asked: Hi idk if you’ve received something like similar to this but, what do u think himmel and Venti would do if their fem s/o is touching their breasts or chest lmao. , they were just walking around the house and stumbled across their lover, laying and just doing her own stuff— Like, for us, its considered as our stress reliever and I can’t seem to get it off my head 🤣

You tried to relieve all your stress building inside you by touching yourself, imagining your two childhood friends touching you, kissing you, licking your body, breasts, and nipples. Thinking about the boys hours away from the meeting, you ran your hands down your belly. Your right forefinger touching your clitoris while the left forefinger goes deep inside you, pretending to be one of the twins’ penis.

What would their cock feel, surrounded by your soft, collapsing caves of flesh? You hate that your fingers aren't big enough, it’s too small unlike Venti’s. Though his hands are a bit calloused from constantly playing his guitar, you always love touching and tracing his fingers then to his knuckles, and you wonder what it would feel like if he inserts his digits in your sloppy and dripping cunt.

You shut your eyes tightly and moaned as you put in two fingers and spread your lips. You miss Venti. You miss Himmel. How long has it been since you’ve last seen them? The three of you were too busy with uni, unable to find the time to spend together, and the invitation to meet up together in your dorm brought a big smile to your face.

There are still two more hours left before they come knocking on your door. You want to take your time imagining them eating you out, fucking you, kissing you, and whispering in your ears how much they’ve missed holding you, their beloved and precious muse, lover, and friend.

You moved your fingers to the rhythm, feeling the two inside get creamy as your clit began to become hard and red.

“Hng… Venti~ Himmel— ah!” you gasped, the word nearly just a breath that they coaxed out of you with a sturdy thrust of their cocks. You envisioned Himmel looking down at you with lust in his eyes. A low, soft growl reverberated from his throat as he moved his lips to cover yours. He offered you a kiss, a gesture as sweet as him, and locked your tongue together with his.

Venti had a firm grasp on your hips and held you steady as he gave another thrust of his hips to reach deep inside you. Your moans were muffled by Himmel’s lips and it added another stimulation when Venti bit on your shoulder while he fucked you deeper and faster.

“Fuck… you’re… so tight…” He murmured against your skin while hugging you close to his chest. His fingers reached to your nipples to fiddle and pinch them. He loves to see every reaction he can get from you and he licked his lips seeing how red your face was with a little bit of drool coming from the corner of your mouth as you moaned and cried their names.

Himmel returned to trailing much softer bites around your neck and shoulders; shoving his dick profoundly until the tip reached deep inside your slick and clenching walls, then your words dissolved back into breathy and incohesive moans.

The rough pad of Venti’s fingers found your clit, and the moment he began to press rough— demanding circles into it— your mind went blank at the unusual euphoric happening to you all at once.

You angled your hips to directly press into his fingers and took more of Himmel’s cock in the process. The heat was coiling in your stomach, preparing itself to release a burst of pleasure, and you were almost there.

Almost—

“Venti— Himmel… I-I’m coming…!”

And just like that, the hand on your clit and the cocks and fingers filling your holes disappeared. Both boys are gone, nowhere to be seen.

You wanted to cry. You were so close to your release. Your thighs shook with arousal, toes curling and uncurling as you lay there, deciding what to do. How long have you been touching yourself?

You turned your head to face the alarm next to your bed.

6:28 PM

There’s still more time left before Venti and Himmel will come here. Might as well get yourself off and reach your own release. You placed your hand back to your wet pussy and in a few moments, you were back to the point of almost reaching the edge, almost finally reaching the orgasm that you’ve always wanted.

You murmured their names breathily, your face flushed red from the recent unwholesome thoughts of the twins while you raised your other free hand to cup your breast and rub your nipples with your thumb, pulling and squeezing them occasionally. You pressed your thighs together and buried your face on the pillow to muffle your moans, moving your fingers faster and deeper in your cunt.

As you get closer, you moaned their names again, not quite meaning to and not quite thinking about what it would do. You said it like a mantra, crying those two familiar names of the twins you’ve loved so much again and again and again so loudly each time it slipped from your mouth before losing the ability to speak and just focused on pumping one hand to brush your clit— fucking yourself with your fingers— and the other to knead your breasts. The dual sensation is enough to send you over the edge.

You arched your back tightly as you imagined both of them sucking your breasts hysterically as you came. Your entire body released in a flood of pent-up tension and arousal, your fingers still helping you through the aftershocks as your lips were parted a bit in a silent cry.

For a moment, you remained still with your eyes closed, just basking in the sensation. It felt so nice along with the rush of pleasure running throughout your body.

Your eyes jolted open when you hear a faint creaking of a door and muffled whispers.

“T-that’s enough already! She’ll get mad at us for sure if she sees us!” Himmel whisper-yelled to his brother, his face painted with a tint of red as he pushed Venti to move.

“I was just making sure she’s fine! She wasn’t answering our calls, that's why we have to rush here to check up on her.” The other retorted back with a visage similar to the older twin. Both of them never expected to see you touching yourself, your slim body erotically exposed for their eyes and mind to drink in. It was clear as a day from all the things you’ve done to yourself as you panted and moaned their respective names.

They turned their head when the door to your room slammed open and both eyes went wide to see you standing there naked. No blanket nor clothes to cover your body.

Himmel was the first one to speak, ready to apologize and explain everything.

“[N-Name], it’s not what it looks like! We were about to— hmph?!”

Himmel felt his heart loudly pounding against his chest. The sudden sensation of your lips locked against his surely shocked him. You moved your lips in unfamiliar patterns he tried to mimic with his own. You felt the electricity pulsing through your veins. The kiss engulfed you both and you tightly clutched onto his shirt. As you leaned forward, you heard a small gasp from him as you slipped your tongue in his mouth to intertwine with his.

A surprising kiss from you, nonetheless he welcomed it. His shoulders relaxed and he reluctantly rested his hand on your back and the other to cup your cheek to pull you close to him. His thumb ran along the curve of your cheekbone and you nestled into his hand, feeling his warmth seep into yours. Your soft, round breasts were pressing against his lean body and he got himself lost to the feeling of your soft lips.

Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva was connected to yours and his lips and both of you panted heavily. You didn’t spare another glance to the older twin as you quickly stride to where Venti was standing and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. You tiptoed to reach his height to give him a passionate and sweet kiss.

Venti didn’t hesitate to return it. He brought his hands to the back of your neck while the other settled on your hips. You moved closer to him, feeling his warmth into yours.

Lips leaving yours, his breath was hot as his kisses trailed down your neck. His hands held your back, sucking your skin to create a mark, and you arched, begging for more.

“Mine,” he growled.

You dragged your nails down his back and tightly gripped on his clothing as you tilt your head to the side for him to gain more access and moan his name. Himmel, who was still half-fazed by your kiss, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he walks behind you and copies what his brother is doing.

“I believe she’s ours, Venti.” The frail man corrected before gently grabbing your chin to face him and continue the kiss you’ve initiated on him. After a short session of marking and kissing you, they stopped and looked at you with a loving and longing gaze.

“Archons, we miss you so much, [Name]. You don’t know how much I’ve been wanting to hold you like this.” Venti nuzzled his face to your hair before giving a short yet sweet kiss on your temple.

“So am I. All these tests and research have been hindering us to meet you. I’m glad we’re finally done with them. It’s an absolute torture not being able to spend time together with you.” Sighed Himmel as he lovingly strokes your sides and gives a kiss to your cheek.

You giggled at the ticklish sensation of their lips, cuddling closer to them before leaving your own loving affection to them.

“I missed you both so much,” You closed your eyes and rested your head against Venti’s chest to listen to the calming and rhythmic beat of his heart.

You felt a finger running along your thighs so sensually and you squeaked when a hand was stroking your pussy. You forgot you were completely naked in front of them. You gulped down your dry saliva, both in excitement and nervousness, and turned your head away from them, multiple fingers continuing to play and brush along your inner thighs and curves of your breasts. The slick on your legs messed with their digits but they paid no mind to it as their focus is completely fixed on you, too captivated and aroused by the sight of your nude form.

“So wet. Seems like we have to take care of our princess, brother.”

“You don’t have to say it out loud. You’re making her embarrassed.” The older twin scolded before turning to you and giving a sweet smile before he leaned down to whisper in your ears. His hot breath brings a rush of excitement and arousal through your nerves, you practically want them to fill your holes so madly, coat your body with their cum, and eat you out as they bury their head deeply between your legs.

“Just relax for us and we’ll handle this, okay?”

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