#if i feel masochistic... action scenes

[steelthroat]

Study of my wife.

[orionsangel86]

I watched X-Men 2000 tonight. Yup the Deadpool and Wolverine brain worms got me - at least for a little while - so I figured I'd rewatch the old movies that I havent seen in over a decade and have basically forgotten entirely at this point.

You know what really stunned me? Even more than the slow pace, serious tone, actual dedication to telling a coherent and interesting story with layers of meaning and social commentary attached to it, as well as a sincerity that's been missing from most superhero films since the MCU was born (thanks Josh Whedon).

Nope, what shocked me most was this:

This is a perfect specimen of a man. Look at him. He's gorgeous. But look at his chest? His arms? He's muscular, he's pretty well toned, he's hairy. He's definitely got a six pack - but it's nicely covered by a healthy layer of fat. His skin is plump, he has a bit of squish to him. He'd probably be great to hug (Jean Grey certainly gives him a good squeeze lol).

When he sits down he looks like his stomach will roll just nicely. Like a stomach should.

I know my point here is obvious. It's just that scrolling the Deadpool and Wolvering tag is basically 50% "oh they definitely fucked in the Honda Odyssey" (yes lol) and the other 50% is just horny posting over Wolverine's topless scene like the entire site suddenly adopted Deadpools horny brain.

I gotta give props to Hugh Jackman for his dedication to turn himself into an actual comic book character - because that's what this new movie does. It gives us a comic accurate Wolverine in practically every way (except for his height lol) the suit is amazing, the cowl was a joy to see brought into live action. The body too though was straight out of a comic book artists male power fantasy.

What I wanted to emphasise was that this:

Is extremely tough on the human body. What I wanna know is how long he starved and dehydrated himself for before filming this scene? How long before they shot this did he last drink some water? Because damn that must have been tough. The oil and the lighting probably help further emphasise the muscle, vein, and sinew definition. It's probably similar to how body builders prepare before a show.

Nothing about body building is healthy though. So in the coming weeks as the whole entertainment industry rides on the coat tales of this movies success, and everyone goes crazy over Hugh Jackmans physique, please don't feel pressured into thinking that his 2024 physique in the movie is remotely realistic - or realistically attractive. Like I get the fantasy sure, but come on. I'd personally rather lie on a cushioned bed than a concrete floor.

Deadpool may disagree with me, but he's a masochist lol.

Oh and whilst I stand by the shade I threw at the MCU above, I think Wolverine's different physiques in the movies is a good standard of comparison for how much superhero movies have changed. Because when superhero comics first started getting adapted I think a lot of the choices made were about how to bring them to live action realistically and believably and the attitude was to try not to make them look ridiculous. The first X-Men movies definitely do this.

It was about bringing the comics to life in a way that fit in our world. But over the years, as audiences got more and more used to comic book movies the movies became more and more like comic books and less like a realistic adaptation of a comic book. Does that make sense? So as the movies attempted to bring the comics to life in a way that was less realistic and more comic accurate, the demands on the actors to sculpt their physiques to meet the standards of comic book art became normalised.

I think Deadpool and Wolverine is the MOST comic book accurate of all superhero movies made in the past 2 decades. Half the time the images from the movie look like they could be literally pulled from the pages of the comic books. The story is convoluted and stupid, the plot is barely there and is full of gaping plot holes and elements that don't fit any past stories. The action is ridiculous, extremely fast paced, gratuitous, and violent to a hilarious level. But it's so entertaining, joyful, exciting, and laugh out loud hilarious throughout.

It reminded me a LOT of my attempts at reading through the Deadpool comics (I've read a lot of them but no where near all of them).

To sum up this rambling message with multiple points, I'll say that Deadpool and Wolverine is a really fun movie that I thoroughly enjoyed, but make no mistake there is nothing real in it at all. It is almost literally a comic on screen. Don't expect anything more than that and you'll enjoy the experience.

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It’s how you act on it — jealousy [pt.1!]

NSFW/18+/woman reader — sub!gf x meandom!bf

ft. fever — enhypen

Jealousy isn't bad or good in itself. It's just how you act on it.

synopsis: he got jealous now just pray he had mercy

includes: spanking (ass & pussy), dirty talk, meanie behavior (woman receiving)

A/N: btw I’ve my own discord: https://discord.gg/AYq3ZVKJNN

Zayne - spanking

"I said louder"

Your eyes were fluttering, the heat between your thighs so burning hot you would've lost yourself into the feeling if it wasn't for Zayne deep guttural voice. You've never seen him like this. Yes, he was playful and teasing, as well as sweet and caring, but this was nothing like that. It was a perverted sadistic little game. His hands were meticulously spanking your bare skin. You gasped repeatedly, like a quiet beg for mercy between his torturous aggressions. His cold demeanor surploming your poor self, so broken under his frame, was so intimidating that you felt crushed under it.

"S-six...sixteen! Ah Zayne..."

Negotiations, sweet talking, caring kisses, or even the satisfying grinding of your hips didn't help you to dodge his unforgiving jealousy. Why? Why did you have to be so bright and luminous next to that worm, next to that insignificant little nurse. That douchbag was looking at you with such hungry eyes... every time Zayne thought he spanked you enough, the horrifying scene run again, and oh so clearly, into his madned mind.

"P-please I'm s-sorry!—"

He cupped your chin between his sophisticated hand. Forcing you to twist your neck to face his cold burning eyes.

"You'll be sorry when I decides you are. You don't remotely feel the...torment I felt. " his other hand is roaming on your throbbing heat. "...you are feeling all hot, aren't you?" He scoffed, "you? Sorry? You just want to cum uh?"

Your eyes widen and quickly start to blurry with pleasure. The intensity of it all, the switch in his character, everything distracted you of the neediness of your own body. You didn't even noticed, because of Zayne actions tearing your mind apart, that you weren't trembling of pain but of perverted pleasure.

"Zayne I..." What could you say that would not make you see like a masochist? But, you dont have the time to reflect on it more deeply that he let go of your chin. Letting it fall on the couch. You feel so weak-

He is spreading your legs.

The action so brutal, impatient, vulgar...what's happening? You think.

And the answer comes quicker than expected.

In one, forceful, motion your boyfriend's hand hardly spanks your pussy. And the time your sensor transmits the information to your brain, he has already spanked you three more times.

You jolt and grab anything under your reach.

"I can't get it out of my head, your smile, your laugh...why did you presented those to him?"

You don't even grasp what he is talking about, but the more he speaks, the faster and the harder the panks get.

"B-baby what are-"

"That motherfucking nurse"

He cuts you off, and even if you would usually scold him with a bratty tone, you couldn't help but squeeze your legs in arousal. Hearing Zayne curse was the hottest thing that ever happened in your life. There are no doubts about that.

"You. Are. Mine. Is that so fucking hard to understand?" His voice was so deep and desperate you couldn't help but try to steal a glimpse of his face. So you slowly turned your head back, and even if you couldn't see much, the sight you had right here right now was heaven sent. It was a Zayne, totally pant up, his tie loosen up and his forehead sweaty. He was biting his bottom lip while his glasses were falling on his pointy nose. It was like everything was too intense for him, too. He had snapped and you could see it in his possessive eyes. He was restlessly spanking you, sighing in relief like it was the most agreeable thing he ever had the chance to do.

"F-fuck...y-your pussy...you gonna cum soon right? Please tell me..."

He was your doctor after all. He knew how to decrypt your body language, and he was never once wrong.

"Y-yes Zayne! D-dont stop, I'm s-so sorry-"

"Liar, you just want to cum...but p-please do" he continues to spank your pussy with reckless abandon. Growling, whining, he just want you all, for himself. "F-fuck you a-are so agh beautiful..."

Your eyes roll in the back of your head as you Come unfond on his mean fingers. You cry out his name repeatedly like a prayer while his mind goes dizzy from the sight of you, his beloved soul mate, so perfect under him.

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pt. 2 is coming soon…so stay tuned! Thanks for any interaction!

[2024/11/18]

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Sugar & Spice | h. j.

A Sugar Across The Hall bonus scene

➸ synopsis: in reality, Joshua Hong can never say no to you.

➸ starring: joshua hong x reader

➸ word count: 1.9k words

➸ general content: boyfriend!joshua, kissing, slightly more than kissing lmao

➸ warnings: suggestive content, brief mention of alcohol

➸ rating: TV 16+

➸ author’s note: this can be read as a stand-alone BUT…happy one year anniversary to my magnum opus, sath. I love it to death, and I’m still not done writing for these characters, but for now, you get a much needed not-quite-hallmark-channel-approved scene. and before you get it twisted, this is and will always be dedicated to my beloved @ashonheavenscloud , but I’d like to give special thanks to @catboyieejeno for always encouraging me to stir the pot <3 love you guys a ton mwah

♫ this fic has a soundtrack! touch by keshi uhhhhhh somebody by keshi aahhhhhhh

Oh, he's really done it now.

Walking around some lively street corner a few blocks away from your shared apartment building, Joshua leads the two of you through downtown NYC at the height of spring. Strangers pass by your lovestruck duo without a second glance, not bothering to watch you look back at him with a borderline absurd amount of fondness in your irises. It's funny; usually Joshua wouldn't give spring a chance when it came to stating his favorite season, but since you waltzed into his life, he can confidently say that any of them are worthwhile—as long as you're with him. He squeezes your hand for what feels like the millionth time this evening, an action that makes you giggle happily to yourself.

Because you find it cute.

Oh, how you have no idea at all.

How tortuous this night has been for Joshua. How he regrets the day that he walked into that fateful department store, not looking for anything in particular but coming to a full stop in front of a specific mannequin. How he mentally patted himself on the back for remembering your size when you opened the gift bag a few hours earlier, eyes alight in excitement as you pulled out the present, letting the fabric unroll in your fingertips. How his face heated up as you opened your apartment door, and he quickly noted how the mannequin did the dress no justice.

Truthfully, if the dress looked as good on the mannequin as it did on you, he would have never taken it off the rack. He'd know better.

Because all through dinner he had to stop himself from staring at you and the slope of your neck, broken up by the thin straps of the halter dress and abandoned by your hair that was conveniently(to his demise) in an updo, to show off the open back. Luckily, you were so delighted by the Greek restaurant that you'd picked out that you hardly noticed his deepening flush, or the way he nearly downed his white wine in one go the second the server left your table.

And now, as you swing his hand and practically run up the stairs(because the elevator is broken, again), he finds himself almost dreading the night ahead. It's a Thursday, which means self care and Grey’s Anatomy, and while he would never turn down spending time with you, being that close to you for a prolonged period of time after the night he's had would be borderline masochistic.

Of course he contemplates all of this, but in reality, Joshua Hong can never say no to you.

So you unlock the door to your home, blabbering on about something that had happened at work and completely oblivious to the way that your boyfriend is eyeing you, torn between running towards you and running across the hall to get a grip on himself.

“Johnny went off at a customer yesterday,” you chuckled, crossing the room to set your purse down on the kitchen table. “They were being so rude, and over spilled milk too—throwing a fit over where we get our coffee beans imported from–”

You yelp in surprise, followed by a giggle at the feeling of Joshua’s hands encircling your waist from behind. His head settles in the space on your shoulder, but not before leaving a light kiss to the exposed skin of your neck.

“Hi,” you greet him, hands coming up to hold onto his forearms as you try to decipher the reason for this sudden display of affection.

“Hi,” he sighs, nose nudging against your pulse point, “Did I ever tell you how stunning you look in that dress?”

“No, I must have misheard you the first fifty times.”

He laughs at your little jab, willing his hands to stay still despite his growing desire to let them wander. You make the terrible decision to turn just enough so you can look at him, and it's this position that puts Joshua at his most vulnerable.

“Ready to wrap up season five?”

Looking up at him the way that you are paired with your slightly parted lips and flushed demeanor, Joshua finds himself at a loss for words, instinctively leaning into your face as his restraint wears thin. And your unfazed and accepting disposition makes it that much worse for him, his breath shaking as you flutter your eyes shut and part your lips.

The first touch of his lips is familiar, his kiss walking the line between mind-numbingly sweet and devastatingly tender as one of his hands comes up to lift your jaw. But instead of pulling away like he had originally intended, he presses harder against your mouth with a small sigh, unable to find any logical objection to the change of plans.

Your giggly demeanor fizzles out under the heat of his mouth, and your breath escapes you once his hand slides down to your neck, fingers languidly tracing the curve and playing with the straps that rest there. In contrast to his slow hands, his kisses grow faster and almost desperate, not wanting to separate for even a second as he tilts his head and slants his mouth against yours.

You stumble backwards slightly in pleasant surprise, and the table hits just above the hem of your skirt before the arm around your waist tightens, pulling you further into Joshua’s chest.

He takes this opportunity to lean forward slightly, clearing the table with a sweep of the arm that was holding you before hoisting you up onto it, hands firm on your thighs and then sliding down to your knees so he can part them.

“Josh,” you whisper breathlessly, clutching onto his shoulders as your eyes dazedly flicker between his lips and his eyes. His lower lip gets trapped between his teeth as his strength falters, gaze hardly able to meet yours as his fingers dance along the scalloped hem of your dress.

“Oh God, don't do that baby,” he nearly moans, and the pet name turns your brain waves into radio static. You've never heard him sound so helpless, as if his very fate would be decided by whatever you choose to say next. “You make it so hard to just sit and watch TV with you sometimes. Especially when you look like this.”

Knowing now that you have the upper hand, you decide to humor yourself and tease him a bit, leaning forward with a slight smirk on your lips. “Like what?”

His eyes drink you in from head to toe, taking their time to memorize all of your body lines in the flattering dress. If the opportunity were to present itself tonight, he doesn't know whether he would even want to take it off of you.

He leans in close, hoping that his desire translates well as it's mumbled against the skin of your neck.

“So damn good.”

His confession against your sensitive skin has you muffling a whine, gripping the edge of the table as your rationale evaporates under his searing lips, traveling higher and higher with each press.

You can't take his teasing much longer, and frankly, this side of him doesn't come out often enough for you to pass up an opportunity such as this. Meredith Grey will have to wait.

“You know…” you whisper, head tilting back as you feel his hand slipping behind your neck to support it, “they play reruns on Friday nights too.”

“Thank God, ‘cause you in this dress has been driving me crazy since you put it on,” he chuckles against your lips before catching them with his again, taking his time now to fully taste you, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip to elicit that delightful shiver that runs up your spine. You respond in earnest with your hands, carding through his brown locks and nearly melting when he doesn't suppress the groan that tumbles from his throat.

He kisses you like you’re air itself, hands sliding up your skirt and body pressing against yours, and once your nails slide down his scalp he softly groans into your mouth, moving onto kissing across your jawline. You repeat the action while winding your legs around Joshua’s waist, and he whines quietly into your neck, “Please…tell me to stop before I can’t.”

So subtly you almost miss it, he rolls his hips into yours, his desires clouding his judgment as a foreign sound jumps to the top of your throat. Immediately your attention is drawn to the heat you feel in your abdomen, and while you have grown accustomed to bearing it in silence, you’re finding it increasingly hard to ignore with him like this, hands all over you.

Wanting you.

He does it again, with a little more pressure this time, and your head falls back as a whimper just barely tumbles out of your lips. He shivers slightly, nearly overcome with the exertion of fighting every urge to take you on this table this instant.

To temporarily solve this problem, his lips find yours again, but feeling your muffled moans against him proves to be no more effective than trying to put out a forest fire with a garden hose.

As his hips softly grind into yours and your kisses get more and more frantic, your voice of reason pushes through the heavy cloud of lust at the forefront of your brain. “Wait, I've never–”

“We don't have to baby,” he cuts you off, wanting to make his intentions clear despite being unable to put an inch of space between the two of you, “and I don't want to just yet, but I…”

His hand that was previously bunched in your dress comes up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing gently against the redness of your cheek as he calms himself down with a deep breath.

And as he gazes at you with nothing but adoration in his brown irises, you can almost feel the words coming before he says them out loud.

“I…I am so in love with you,” he begins, fighting a chuckle born out of the absurd location of this sudden confession, “that sometimes, when I look at you, I can’t even think straight, and I…” he trails off, struggling to find the right words the longer he stares at you.

You, on the other hand, are practically beaming, bottom lip trapped by your teeth in an attempt to fight the smile you’d be flashing him, so as to not distract him any further. But you soon realize; with him seated between your legs, there’s not much you can do to help him out here.

So you switch to offense, legs squeezing him tight around his waist to pull his hips back to yours. “You what?”

His chocolate eyes darken to a coffee color in seconds, and the hand that was on your hip tightens again, keeping you firm in place on the table as you bat your eyelashes at him.

“Sometimes I wish I could just show you how much you drive me crazy.”

You don’t hesitate, lifting your chin to meet his lips in a deceptively chaste kiss as your hands fall onto the buttons on his shirt, playing with them just to rile him up further.

You shrug, feigning indifference. “Maybe you can.”

And at that, before you can even register what’s happening, he’s sliding an arm around your waist and under your knees, picking you up and heading towards your bedroom with a chuckle.

“Maybe I should.”

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[night-daily]

Jealousy jealousy | Peter Parker x fem! reader

Summary: 3 times where Peter hears you fangirling over Spiderman and one time he finally explodes.

warnings: none.

a/n: enjoy and let me know if there's any mistakes please!:)

The first time, he overheard you talking to your friends, was an accident, he didn't on purpose it just happens every time he sees you, he has no control over his senses. And he doesn't realize he's eavesdropping until you say something that brings him back to reality.

“... I think he's hot.” whoa, were you talking about him? Nice. “I mean, have you seen how athletic he is?” fuck, it wasn't him. Yeah, he participates in P.E class but he has to pretend he isn't good at it so you or anyone else wouldn't get suspicious. So it couldn't be him.

Peter turned his face away from you, feeling insecure. You were dumping him? Who was this guy?

“Hey, what are we talking about?” One of your friends came to the table you and your friends were eating.

And of course, Peter needed to hear the name of the guy.

''I'm masochistic?''

“Spider man!” You exclaimed with a smirk on your face making your friends groan. His heart stopped for a second. “Again?” Your friend rolled playfully her eyes to you. And you nodded with your head cheerily.

Peter felt his body relax at your words. So you like Spider man uh? Only if you knew Spider man likes you too.

The second time, the two of you are in his room, he sitting at his desk doing homework while you are doing yours in his bed. Well, you got bored doing the homework so now you were just rambling stuff about your classes, your friends, and...

“Hey, have you heard about Spider man?” Peter's body froze. “You know, the Superhero.” He hums in agreement, incapable to make a comment. “I heard some people show up at the crime scenes just to watch him in action.” And Peter dislike that people, they could get hurt and they didn't even care, and for what? just to watch him? “Yeah, that's crazy.” He expected you to agree with him, but you were quiet. “That's crazy, right?” He turns his chair to look at you, but you were avoiding his eyes. “... I don't know, to be honest, I would like to watch him in person too, even a glimpse of him.” Now he was seeing red. Why would you do that? Why would you put your life in danger for someone who you don't even know? Why would you do that for Spider man?

He couldn't help but feel a hole in his chest, it was a heavy and ugly feeling, he had never felt something like that. Jealousy. “What’s so good about him, anyway?” Peter muttered, turning himself, and ignoring the smile that crept across your face.

The third time, you were getting ready to hang out with your friends at the new coffee shop, doing your makeup you saw Peter through the mirror leaning against the doorframe of your room.

“Take a picture, it'll last longer.” your teasing smile sent butterflies to his stomach. “Why would I want a picture? If I have you all for myself.” He came closer to you from behind your back, placing kisses on your naked shoulder. “Oh, you're lucky that I haven't met Spider man then.” He stopped kissing your shoulder “Please, go with him if you like him so much” You turned your face to him. “I'm kidding Pete, I already have you and I love you so much.” You squeezed his hand. “Also, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't notice me, I bet he dates models”

He didn't know why he was more upset, you doubting how beautiful you are or assuming that Spider man wouldn't notice you. But you were wrong in both assumptions.

“You are the fucking prettiest girl I've ever met and anyone would be so lucky to share the same oxygen you breathe because I know I am.” And he smashed your lips, it was a passive-aggressive kiss. “I'm lucky too.”

And the one time he finally explodes, Peter was resting in his bed after a long night patrol when you crossed the door excitedly.

“PETER YOU'RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT” Oh, sure he did. “What happened, love?” He played fool. “So, remember when you dropped me at the corner of the street? Well, guess what!?” You made it a short pause not giving him the chance to respond “SPIDER MAN WAS THERE TOO” He gasped. “No way!” You grabbed your phone and unlocked it “AND HE GAVE ME FLOWERS. NOT JUST THAT, TULIPS, MY FAVORITES” You showed him the photos of you and your tulips, you looked so happy and that makes him happy too. “He shouldn’t go after other people’s girlfriends” He half-joked. You laughed “Maybe after all you have a rival” He wasn't smiling anymore “I mean, who gifts tulips to a complete stranger? Maybe he likes me? OH MY GOD, SPIDER MAN LIKES ME! WOULD YOU IMAGINE US TOGE-” “Babe, I'm Spider man!” Peter cuts you off. He couldn't stand anymore hear you falling for Spider man. But how would you react? Would you hate him for keeping it secret?

“I knew it!” He was shocked “Wait, what?” you shrugged “Honey, you aren't that subtle.” Now, if you knew it, why you had never told anything to him? “I never told you anything because I kind of enjoy you being like this and I want to know how much you could take it before admitting you were jealous and you were Spider man.” Peter blushed “I never would have thought I’d ever be jealous about me.” You winked at him “Oh, jealousy looks good on you.”

[sarahscribbles]

Aftercare I guess? Idk I wrote this in 30 minutes so yeah lol

W/C: 650

𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You’re still panting when Loki slides his cock out of your sensitive cunt. Panting and dazed and exhausted. 

So exhausted. 

He hadn’t been gentle tonight - you had begged him not to be gentle - and now you’re beginning to wonder if you’ll ever walk normally again. It’s been a while since you’ve done a scene this intense, and you feel completely boneless against the sheets. 

Boneless and shaky, but sated. 

Loki had opted for rope tonight and now that the adrenaline is fading from your blood, you’re very aware of how it’s digging into your wrists and ankles. Before you can make even a sound of complaint, though, that familiar shimmer of green dissolves it in the space it takes your heart to beat. 

Instantly, your entire body relaxes. 

“Come here, my darling,” Loki murmurs softly, moving quickly to remove the ball gag that he had secured behind your head. 

It’s messy and you briefly cringe, but much like the ropes, the remnants of your saliva vanish into the air. Slowly, you roll your aching jaw in search of relief, but it’s stiff and still noticeably uncomfortable. 

You stare daggers at the gag that Loki has tossed to the floor. 

His arms are around you quickly, tugging you into his chest and reclining you both back into a nest of pillows. You settle gratefully into his arms and listen to his heart thumping solidly in your ear, still racing ever so slightly from his orgasm. 

“Talk to me, dove,” he whispers into your hair. You feel him press a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“Hi,” you croak out and nuzzle further into his chest. 

Loki’s hold on you tightens. “Are you alright?” 

You’ve always been alright, every single time, but he always asks. 

“Mmm. Never better,” you hum, feeling the exhaustion of your session bleed into your bones. “Jaw hurts, though.” 

Loki’s fingers are quickly beneath your chin, tilting your head up to allow those pretty green eyes to appraise you. His hand cups your cheek and you feel a soothing warmth that starts on one side of your face and spreads to the other. Just like that, the ache from the gag is gone. 

Loki’s eyes trail down your body until they reach your wrists. He pauses, then wordlessly takes them one by one into his hands, repeating the same action until the ache from the ropes feels like a distant memory. Still, though, he rubs his hand soothingly over one wrist, as though he’s fearful his magic didn’t do enough to comfort you. 

Selfishly, you let him because his touch feels too good and too familiar. You’d drown in it if you could. 

“You were wonderful tonight, my love,” Loki says softly, tucking your head beneath his chin. “You never fail to make me proud. My best girl.” 

You press your lips to his chest. “The ropes were fun.” 

He hums in agreement. “They were, and you handled them so well even when they hurt.” He lifts your wrist to his lips. 

Burrowed against his side, he doesn’t see you roll your eyes. “They weren’t that sore.” 

“My little masochist,” he teases. “Regardless, if they ever hurt, if anything I do to you ever hurts, promise me you will use your safeword.” 

“You know I will, Loki,” you assure him. 

“Good girl. I am so very proud of you, my darling. What did I do so right to deserve you?” he wonders aloud, making your heart swell. 

Exhaustion claims you before you can answer. You try to fight it but the warmth of Loki’s embrace coupled with the comfort of his bed has you fading out like a candle in the wind. The last thing you remember before sleep fully claims you is the heavy duvet being placed over your shoulders and warm lips against your temple. 

You’ve never felt so loved.

[strawberriemarswrites]

May I request a yandere sanji x soft yandere reader headcanons please.

Aaaaah I have such a soft spot for Sanji. He’d make such an entertaining yandere. I’m gonna lean more towards an F!Reader for this one if that’s okay — I might be a bit of a masochist for how he’s always fawning over other women...

Yandere!Sanji with a softYandereF!Reader Words: 515

You don’t think he knows you have feelings for him. After all, the crew has much more important things to do than worry about a silly crush between crewmates.

But you can’t help it. You try to be subtle, watching Sanji day in and day out. Taking time out of your duties to watch him cook, or volunteering to help him with trips to whatever market was closest to port.

He dotes on you in the same way he does Nami and Robin, but it’s... different. You can’t explain how, but it feels different.

He just feels. More protective. Like maybe he doesn’t trust that you can take care of yourself just fine, thank you.

Anyway, Sanji’s actions are certainly nothing like how he immediately falls head-over-heels for the other women he encounters.

Jealousy thrums through your veins with every new woman that catches Sanji’s eye, but you shove it down. You know it doesn’t mean anything.

...hence why you also don’t think he’d return your feelings. His doting, after all, doesn’t mean anything. Even if it means the world to you.

Sanji suspected you had feelings for him. He couldn’t ignore the signs if he tried.

Not that he’d ever want to ignore you. You’re so sweet. He never turns down your help, or a chance to have a moment alone with you in the kitchen.

He just hopes you don’t take his flirting with other women to heart. He can’t help it.

So he tries to dote on you just a little more than Robin and Nami. He doesn’t like to treat his favorite women unequally, but considering your his most favorite, he makes an exception.

The second another man outside the crew so much as breathes on you, he’s there in an instant. Full-on “is this guy bothering you, queen?” energy.

And if another man touches you? Even by accident? When the crew goes to innocuous little islands, the goal is to not attract too much attention. If it weren’t for that, oh, oh he’d be making an absolute scene of confronting the curr.

The longer the feelings go unspoken, the more... intense Sanji is.

While the other crew mates can still chat with you and there’s no issue, for whatever reason Zoro talking to you gets on his nerves.

The stupid mosshead is not worth your attention. It should be on Sanji.

Maybe he needs to start paying more attention to you.

He starts getting... touchier. Not just in terms of more irritable, but he more frequently puts his hands on you. Your shoulders, your back, an arm around your waist. Every chance he gets to touch you and pull you closer he takes it.

He still fawns over other women, but it’s almost a knee-jerk reaction at this point. The second they’re gone he’s immediately back to focusing on you.

His favorite thing to do is watch you sleep — he takes time to do so in the morning before he goes to prep breakfast.

He doesn’t know that you know he does it. You decide to keep that to yourself.

[bubblegumgothglados]

So I received this prompt:

breaking a near-frustratingly resilient toy who takes everything you throw at it like a real expert masochist and victim. cries out in pain but doesn't beg except to ask for more. really enjoys the idea of permanent injury and doesn't resist the idea of being snuffed, so the desire to make it beg for mercy is like priority number one...

I'm not writing this story for a couple of reasons

First, much like with penetrative sex impact play scenes get super repetitive after not long. You can describe like 5 hits max before running out of words to describe the actions and pain. Or maybe this is a skill issue idk

Second the story either ends with Subject not breaking which would he really unsatisfying. Or breaking, and no matter how much I put Subject through I'm going to get the response "great story but I wouldn't have broken" which will annoy the hell our of me

So

Instead what I've done is given myself a few rules and then really let my sadism and creativity run wild and planned out a few scenes that might or might not break Subject but are certainly evil as hell

Here are the rules

1. Pain can only come from impact play. I know I could be using bullet ants, cattle prods, needles, whatever. But those don't feel like earning Subjects begs of mercy

2. Nothing that requires a doctor, no permanent injuries (intentionally anyway). Yeah breaking bones hurts but it's a one and done thing, if Subject begs for more there's not much escalation available.

3. Everything has to be actually possible to do. Nothing SciFi or fantasy.

Scenes will be put in separate reblogs of this post so you might have to look for them

[shatcey]

Villain's night

I should probably post about this when this event starts in English, but I might forget, so I'll just re-post it later. This event is Halloween themed, so it'll probably start in about a couple of weeks.

I've read all the stories with at least one ending (I've already finished all the endings), and I wanna warn you just in case. This event is very hot and twisted. What else can you expect if from the very beginning you are told that the cursed abilities are significantly accelerated and the boys literally cannot control themselves.

(17/10/24) Added information about the bitter endings of Jude and Ellis

(21/10/24) The announcement of the event on EN was published. Repost.

Ellis's story begins very sweet and cute. But the closer to the end, the more obvious how much of the yandere he truly is. He'll just tie you up and never let you go. Almost literally. There is no mature content in the bitter ending, but there is a lot of talk… I was surprised how well Kate understood Ellis. It feels like we're already in the middle of his route. He's so clingy here… cute. The premium ending contains descriptions that leave no room for imagination, and a rather dubious consent. However… it doesn't seem so perverse compared to the other two stories.

William's story begins with an absolutely ordinary thematic assignment, but suddenly turns into a bizarre, but at the same time funny scene. Both endings are extremely hot (in a semi-public places). But in the bitter ending, the most interesting part happens under the black screen. In the premium - everything happens before your eyes. And the fact that Willy is true to his desires makes him the most attractive (at least in my eyes). He's acting like a prankster kid here… surprising hello from Clavis. I think this event is even hotter than a drunken one. A completely unexpected discovery.

Jude's story also begins quite normally. But… Alfons and William played quite a big role, and the story took a completely unexpected turn. On the common part of the event where is a disctiption of blood and turture. There is no mature content on bitter ending, again a lot of talk. Unfortunately, I was very sleepy when I read this, so I couldn't pay as much attention to it as possible. But based on that was on Ellis's route… there must have been some hints to Jude's route. The premium ending Kate getting pleasure from pain and humiliation. After all, she's is a masochist. Now I see why the devs said that if we like Jude, then we have terrible taste.

Epilogues are a short versions of the premium endings from HIS POV.

I realized once again that I really like bitter endings. They are more about boys, their past, explaining their thoughts and actions, sometimes even emotions… This enriches our experience and allows us to understand them better.

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[sanakimohara]

OMG,, what????? pls do consider making it a series (tear you apart) i.n,, omoo

“TEAR YOU APART” Y.J. Pt. 2

Uhm….i haven’t decided a good plot for this one but here’s a Drabble for it ig 🖤 I’m not giving up on this idea though. 🖤

[ MDNI ]

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Why wouldn’t he just leave you be?…

You’d asked him nicely, time after time, yet Jeongin would only hurt you more.

It was a constant cycle of confusion, underlying excitement, and misery…

All because he hated you.

Jeongin made his feelings clear to you every time your paths crossed. He despised your existence, got off to crushing it under his foot, and refused to give a straight answer as to why.

You had no idea what you’d done to him, fishing for reason in his despicable actions but constantly coming up with nothing. 

You’d done absolutely nothing to him…

Yet, he hated you like no other and would take every chance he got to remind you.

No one could blame you for hating him back, and at the very beginning of your spiteful encounters, you did, in fact, despise him, but over time, a twisted sense of pleasure crept in over your disgust for Jeongin. Some inexplicable adrenaline rushed your blood more often than straight fear of him.

You were sick in the head -that much was clear- but it was hard not to welcome his attention in any form you could get it.

Fighting him brought out the worst in you, uncovering all your masochistic tendencies and drawing his underlying sadism into the open for you to see.

Only you. 

No one else seemed to see past his tender exterior, eloquent words, and energetic personality. He wrapped everyone around his finger, masking his deep-seated depravity in the public eye with innocent smiles and kind words.

It was such a contrast to the man he became the moment you two were alone.

You wished for the day he’d realize that hurting you wasn’t the only way to show his most accurate colors -that loving to cause another pain in hopes of releasing his own had other solutions.

Today wouldn’t be that day, unfortunately for you…

Jeongin had isolated you from everyone again, saying he needed your help and could only count on you to fix his problem.

As much as you wanted to rip your hand out of his grasp, stand your ground, and tell him off for interrupting your peace, you decided against it since his grip on your smaller hand was iron-tight.

He was angry….at what or who you didn’t know, but he clearly had something on his mind.

A lump formed in your throat at the realization, and your mind raced to devise a way to escape the situation without causing a scene. You were having such a good day, and five minutes alone with Jeongin would inevitably ruin or complicate it.

For once, you wanted a typical, non-confrontational day.

“Let go of me!” You grit through your teeth, attempting to drag your hand out of his larger one while planting your feet on the ground. Jeongin chuckled at your futile gestures, spinning on his heel to face you with an oddly sweet smile, and you froze as the space between your bodies waned.

He was way too close, and though there wasn’t a single person in the hall, you felt as if the world had a front-seat view of you breaking underneath his stare.

Jeongin lowered his head, eyes narrowed at your fearful expression as he backed you into the nearest wall. “Let you go?…” he repeats your demand as if it were a question, tilting his head as the words roll off his tongue and his smile gives way to a subtle smirk. You nod timidity, throat too dry to speak, and your chest tightening with anxiety as he places his free hand on the back of your neck.

You wince when he presses on the nerves there, knowing how badly it hurts you and using the pain as leverage to keep your eyes fixed on his.

“J-Jeongin, you’re hurting me-“ you whimper helplessly as he grips your neck harder, nearly smacking your head into the wall, but thankfully, he’s kind enough to avoid that injury.

He has other ways of harming you…less noticeable and consequential…

“I don’t care.” He seethes, repositioning his hands so one fist a handful of your hair while the other runs right up your skirt to take its place inside your dampening lace panties. “And would you look at that….my little bitch likes it anyway?” Jeongin grins as your slick coats his fingers, a clear sign that your body is betraying your words and encouraging him to carry on.

A whine leaps from your throat, feeding his ego., and tearing yours to shreds. “Don’t touch me there…stop…hah…mmm!” You try again to wriggle out of his hold, unconsciously molding your body to his and rolling your hips to cause more friction between his palm and your budding clit. 

Fight him back for once...

Your brain screams, warming after warning, trying to get your body to cooperate with logic, and for a split moment, it works.

Your knee lifts to push his hand away, the last move you have left to defend yourself, but Jeongin doesn’t budge. “Fuck! Jeongin l-let me go!” You raise your voice, halting a moan in your chest as he disregards your protests and vindictively pushes his index and middle finger past your fluttering walls.

“You’re still so tight…even after what I did to you last time?” He coos at the snug warmth your cunt envelopes his digits in, sucking them further into you as he pumps his hand at a leisurely pace. You can’t hide the blush on your face any longer, maintaining a disgusted glare despite feeling the pleasure prickling your spine. He shouldn’t be allowed to do this -you really shouldn’t be letting it happen either- but it was a mind-numbing form of torture for you both.

“Please…stop…” you mewl, desperate for release and agitated with yourself at the same time. Jeongin curls his fingers forward, swirling around an exceptionally spongy area in your cunt, and you jolt in his hold as he abuses it. Jeongin presses his forehead to yours, smiling wide as words allude to you and reluctant moans replace them.

He was getting into your head already, churning it into a needy mush with the stretch of his cold fingers in your cunt, spreading it wide while circling his palm on your clit in a rough pattern.

“My dumb bunny is gonna cum soon…” Jeongin whispers against your lips, picking up the pace of his hand fucking into you and giggling when you bit back a whorish cry. He knew you too well,l and like clockwork,k your cunt clenched on his fingers, cum gushing down his wrist and your inner thighs seconds later. You opened your mouth to shout, sob, or simply make a sound akin to a cry for help.

Help from what you weren’t sure anymore…

Indeed, no one would think you were in any danger with Jeongin. Not even as he slapped your dripping pussy so hard you groaned and teared up, laughing so sweetly in your face as if he’d merely told you a joke and wasn’t humiliating you for his entertainment.

Jeongin rubbed and cupped your cunt for a moment, playing with your wet folds to overstimulate you and edge another climax from your shaking form. His cock was rock hard, gently pressed to your thigh as he leered over you. Every labored breath you took made him twitch, eliciting groans from deep within his chest and slowly rebuilding your desire to come again.

“Get off,” you hiss, dazed but clinging to a sense of control as the hand he had in between your thigh moved to your hip, his thumb drawing unrecognizable shapes on your skin as he stared down at you through his lashes. “Make me…” he snaps back, smirking as you scoff and try to push him off with both hands on his chest. He doesn’t budge once, pressing into you harder and effortlessly catching your wrists with his free hand.

For fucks sake!

Why couldn’t he just leave you alone?!

Maybe if you head-butted him, he’d step back enough for you to sprint away, but you highly doubted you’d hit him that harshly without hurting yourself in the process.

So you settled for spitting profanities at him as he tried to hold you still against the wall. “Fuck you, Jeongin! I’ll fucking scream again if you don’t-“

“Slap”

Your head flew to one side as he slapped you, a crisp hit across your cheek to quiet you down, and your lips immediately pursed as tears built in your eyes. Jeongin held your face up with a grip on your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as he glared into your watery gaze.

“Do it. Go on, scream, darling. I wanna hear you…”

Ice-cold tension flooded your veins as the words left his mouth, mind going blank as he continued to bait you, “What? Are you suddenly too stupid to speak now? Open that pretty mouth of yours and fucking scream…”

He held your face tighter, his own so close to yours he could kiss you, but Jeongin ensured that never happened. You failed to formulate a response, turned on simply by him calling your bluff, and the fuzzy look in your eyes was a dead giveaway to him.

You liked it when he threatened you….

“You sick little bitch….is this getting you all excited again?” He laughs rather loudly, making you blush harder and avert your gaze to the floor.

Jeongin beams a smile at you, ducking his head just enough to look into your eyes as he continues to talk down to you.

“You can tell me the truth, or better yet…” he released your wrists and jaw, gripping your forearm before checking the surroundings and beginning to walk.

You gulped as he dragged you with him, knowing his objective was to find an abandoned room. He shot you a sly look over his shoulder, fox eyes swirling with mischief as yours filled with apprehension, “…I can find out myself since dumb bunnies don’t know how to speak up when told to.”

“M’ not a dumb bunny…” you mumble as he tugs you into an empty conference room, locking it behind before shoving you towards the nearest table.

“Oh, is that so?”

You nod with a determined look on your face, almost succeeding in holding firm in front of him but quickly losing confidence as he picks you up and sets you on the cool tabletop.

He steps between your sticky thighs, hands busy with undoing your blouse and groping your curves from top to bottom. His eyes travel over you, tongue poking his cheek as he kneads your breasts until you moan softly and squirm for more.

“Guess I need to fix you again, hm? Fuck you dumb and stuff that worthless pussy of yours full of cum too….”

“Mhm,” you whimper in agreement, eyes rolling as Jeongin tugs your shirt off, tossing it to the floor before diving in to mark up your exposed cleavage.

You feel his smile on your warm skin, his breath fanning your neck as trails far as love bites to your shoulder. “You’re too easy…way too easy…” he muses, guiding your hands to undo his jeans and pump his cock with the precum leaking from the tip.

“S-Shut up and fucking me already….” You snap at Jeongin, and he simply laughs breathlessly in response.

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Fun fact: One of my nicknames growing up/currently is Foxi and so I’m always partial to Jeongin and his fox like personality. 🖤 He’s just so cute but sly and I relate to him so much! I love himmmm! 🦊🖤

[ BONUS CONTENT + ]

Like you can’t tell me this doesn’t scream “I’m a trickster but I’m cute so you can’t dislike me ;)” ?!?! 🦊🖤 Credits to creator! 🖤

[conditioned-to-obey]

Hi i have a question please

In day to day life i am very dominant very hard on people i dont like disrespect i dont like being told what to do even tho i love manly man and i love man who s dominant but for example i dont like giving full control to the guy to tell me what to do how to act or like when the guy be like bring me that or do that for me or you know with full subs like they cant eat with their doms or you may eat after i finish you know very acting like she s beneath you it feels very patriarchy to me

However i am very submissive in bed and i like to be spanked and roughed around but the shame afterwards is a lot like i feel like if my dom spanks me as punishment and he tells me what to do i dont really have control and cant fight you know

Idk if this makes sense and sorry for the long explanation lol but i just want to make peace with how i am in bed and in real life and how to do so

What you are describing is about 3 different things at once.

Firstly, "Full subs" doesn't label what you're describing correctly. Eating after/separate of a Dom or that level of control and protocol falls more in line with subs who practice master/slave sub dynamics. Usually seen in scenes or during events. High protocol such as this is not sustainable for most in the long run. As which, shouldn't be looked at as a base line for kink. Or seen as what it means to be a full sub. It's just one type of sub. One you don't resonate with, which is totally fine. It's not for everyone.

For example sake, the practice of eating from a bowl on the floor or separate can be done without misogynistic or patriarchal undertones. I have seen it in pet play a lot. You aren't treated as lesser, it doesn't have to be degrading or humiliation if you don't wish it to bed. It can be being taken care of, fed and pamper. A lot of subs can find it fun to play and eat out of a cute dish while someone pets their head and smiles. It depends on the angle in which it's played.

Second, yes, the themes you are uncomfortable with seems to be the idea of not being in control or feeling lesser or feeling scolded/corrected. Easily fixed by not giving him that control—outside of the bedroom or otherwise. You do not have to be a sub who gets punishments. You have control to fully take that off the table.

From what you describe your enjoyment falls under masochism and roughness. These do not have to be achieved through punishment. You can do it because you enjoy it, no scolding or framing it as corrective action. In fact it can even be a reward. This may alleviate some of that shame you feel by not being treated as lesser. Rather just as a sub who enjoys roughness in a controlled way.

There is no right or wrong way to be a sub. You can simply just be a bottom who is a masochist as well. Don't put yourself in a box. Submission is on your terms. I'm sure plenty of partners would be happy to be dominating in the bedroom and on totally equal footing outside the bedroom. People who carry a lot of responsibility in day to day life find being submissive or giving temporary control to be very freeing and a release for them. It doesn't have to be one or the other.

It's called a Power Exchange, not a Power Loss.

If it feels like you don't have a choice or are have lost your autonomy, free will or ability to speak up then you need to advocate for yourself and be an active participant in articulating why it isn't working. You have more power than you think. Your Dom either agrees and is satisfied with the arrangement of power exchange and when, or they are not. Either way it's a conversation to be had.

Best of luck.

[homotronserviceace]

Title: In Every Lifetime

Fandom: Lovely Runner (TV)

Tags: Jealousy, Fluff, Soft Soljae

(note: english is not my first languange and this is purely self-indulgent, so please proceed with caution)

“What? You’re going to Sunjae’s set?” Hyunjoo asks while Sol gathers her stuff from the office table.

“Yeah. We haven’t seen each other lately since his filming started.” Sol whines with a slight pout on her lips. “I already asked Dongseok and he said he’ll have a short break later.” She heaves a sigh. “I miss him so much, Hyunjoo.”

Said woman suppresses the urge to gag. She thinks she may never get accustomed to this version of Sol. She’s always been cute and affectionate, yes, but it’s like meeting Sunjae and dating him unleashed another persona in her that was locked before.

And if the lovesick way she’s acting right now is any indication, Hyunjoo can bet her car that her plan to surprise Sunjae will blow up on her face.

“Are you crazy? You do know he’s starring in a romantic film, right?”

“And?” Sol asks, actually oblivious. She looks at her watch. She has to drive now if she wants to make the most of his break.

Hyunjoo grabs at her arm, trying to stop her. “I know Sunjae loves you very much–he practically has permanent heart eyes for you– but do you really want to see him acting?”

Sol still seems to not get it. “My Sunjae is a very good actor. Why wouldn’t I?”

Hyunjoo sighs. This foolish girl. “Yeah, your Sunjae is indeed a very good actor. And he happens to play the role of a man in love with another woman. I saw the script and it involves a lot of… intimate scenes. Do you really want to see that?”

Sol, much to Hyunjoo’s surprise, lets out a hysterical laugh. “Yah,” She starts, wiping at an eye, “I’m not childish like that! I’m a very cool girlfriend–I know how to separate work from personal life!”

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Oh, how wrong she was.

As it turns out, Sol is definitely not a very cool girlfriend. No, not even slightly. And she really, really wants to do something childish, right about now, like grab the actress ravishing his boyfriend by the neck and fling her across the room.

Sunjae is sitting on the bed with his partner on his lap. He’s got one hand on her hips and another one spanning her back. She cradles his head, tilting it back to kiss him deeper. A low moan is heard in the room. Sunjae shifts to lay her down on the bed.

It’s only when the director yells a cut! that Sol registers how tightly she’s been holding the strap of her poor bag. She releases the breath she’s been holding. She opens the palm of her other hand, surprised to see red crescent marks from her nails.

She looks up. Sunjae and the actress pull away from each other. Her boyfriend, ever the gentleman, helps her up. She doesn’t hear it, but she’s sure he’s asking her if she’s okay. He’s always been kind like that to his co-stars. Sol wishes he wasn’t.

She knows it’s unreasonable because Sunjae’s just doing his job. She’s never had an issue with it before. She’s seen his films; seen him kiss actresses countless times…

Seeing him in action, though, is an entirely different thing. Jealousy like she never felt before rises in her gut. She wants to smash something.

When the director cues them again, Sol’s not masochistic enough to stay. She turns around and leaves.

You’re right, she texts Hyunjoo when she gets inside her car. This is a bad idea.

What did I tell you, comes her immediate reply. Should I get soju or makgeolli?

I love you, Sol types. Both please.

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This scene feels oddly familiar, Im Geum thinks, as he watches her younger sister chug soju like apple juice on their rooftop. Her wife sits across from her, looking equally as drunk. She brightens up at the sight of him.

“My gold,” She singsongs, reaching out adorably to him. He sits down beside her. The smell of alcohol assaults his senses, and he gapes at the amount of bottles on the table. Seven?!

“Yah, Hyunjoo!” Sol suddenly screams, startling the couple. “You think you’re safe? Just so you wait, sooner or later your husband will be kissing other women!”

Hyunjoo gasps, palm dramatically slapping over her mouth.

“You’re right! I can’t let that happen!”

“What are you talking about? Why would I kiss other women?”

Sol jabs a finger at his brother, cross-eyed. “When you have a girlfriend-” she hiccups, “-don’t you think you should protect your precious lips? Shouldn’t your girlfriend be the only one allowed to touch you?”

What, Geum rages, did Sunjae cheat on her little sis?

He’s about to ask her when Sol shouts again.

“Yah, Ryu Sunjae!” The finger jabbing at him earlier is now directed at the heavens. “Why did you become an actor and kiss other women?!” She downs another shot, and then mumbles, “Where’s that damn watch? I need to go back again and make sure he doesn’t become a celebrity…”

Relieved, and a little bit confused by the last bit, Geum sighs. Thank goodness. He thought he had to cut ties with his top star brother-in-law.

He gets his phone and texts Sunjae.

—

“Dongseok, did Sol come by earlier?”

Sunjae is sitting on the van, eyes fixed on the image of his girlfriend that Geum sent him. His adorable Sol, red in the face, looking like a cute angry hamster.

You dumbass, the text below the image read, why’d you let Sol watch you film a bed scene?

“Oh? Didn’t you see each other? She called me earlier asking for your schedule, and she said she’ll surprise you...” Dongseok replies, eyes briefly meeting him in the mirror.

“Yah!” Sunjae shouts, horror dawning on him. “You know what I was filming earlier!” At the front, Dongseok’s eyes widen in realization.

Sunjae looks at the photo again, and notices the alarming bottles of soju on the table. He recalls a memory from a lifetime ago– Sol wearing a trash can as a hat, a drunken shout from a rooftop, and a fallen slipper.

He orders Dongseok to drive to Geum’s home.

He’s got an angry and jealous girlfriend to pacify.

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Sol is out cold when he arrives at the couple’s home, which is a blessing because it made carrying Sol into the van and into his house easier. He deposits her on the bed, propping her up slightly on the headboard so he can fuss over her.

He carefully removes her coat, her shoes, and the pins and bands on her hair. He makes quick work of removing her make-up, knowing first hand how awful it is to sleep with one. He was just about to remove her top to change her into comfortable sleep clothes when her eyes suddenly flashes open.

Flustered, Sunjae drops her top and falls on his ass on the bed.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He stutters out. He grabs the bottle of water by the bedside and hands it over to her. “Drink. You must be thirsty.”

Sol receives the water with complaint, drinking the entire thing without removing her gaze on him. She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, still looking at him, gaze intent and determined. No, not at him. On his lips, particularly.

She licks her bottom lip, and Sunjae stops breathing. He gulps, suddenly feeling hot. He didn’t expect the night to go like this, given her inebriation, but if she wants…

His not-so-pure-like-oxygen thoughts are halted when she leans over and scrubs at his lips. Furiously, like she’s trying to wipe the entire thing off.

It clicks, and Sunjae lets out a chuckle. Is she literally trying to rub off the evidence of another woman on his lips?

She’s so concentrated at the task that her face forms a charming little frown. God, his girlfriend is adorable when jealous.

“Do you think it’s funny?” Sol pouts at him, and he wants to explode at how utterly cute she looks. Sunjae holds her face in both hands, squishing it into a pout.

“Im PD, weren’t you the one who recommended this script?” He asks, teasingly.

Sol heaves a sigh, then purses her lips, before leaning back on the headboard. Sunjae follows suit and sits beside her, arm pillowing her head.

A few moments pass before Sol speaks again, voice small and whiny. “But did you have to kiss her so passionately?”

He can’t help it– Sunjae laughs. Oh, how the tables turned.

“Do you believe me now, then? I told you, I’m a master of meloromance.”

Sol pinches him on his side, a particularly ticklish location, which makes Sunjae yelp. “Sorry, sorry! I’ll stop laughing now!” He grabs the offending arm, then slides his hand down to intertwine her hand with his. He places his other hand one on top of theirs, covering it completely.

The familiar feeling of joy and contentment washes over him, as it always does, whenever he’s in her presence.

“Sol-ah,” Sunjae starts, tone placating. “Were you really mad?”

Sol shakes her head. “No, not really.”

“Just jealous?”

She nods, although faintly.

“Why?”

“Because…” Sol takes in a large breath, as if preparing for a speech. “When on TV, or in cinemas, when I’m watching you, I’m also watching your character. I get immersed in your role and its world. But watching you on set, however… there is no story. It’s just you and a woman. Kissing.”

Sunjae just keeps looking at her silently while she goes on her tirade, giving her the moment to vent out her frustrations.

“I know it’s stupid. But… I don’t know. She’s so pretty… and tall… like all your on-screen partners were, and watching you two— you just looked so good together. And I know it’s your job but I just—It just dawned on me just how many attractive people you got around you in the daily.”

He’s got a lot to say about this, but he just kept his mum. Something like you are literally a goddess in my eyes and celebrities should be thankful you chose to be behind the cameras.

Sol just kept on, almost stumbling over her words, refusing to meet his eyes. “Ah, I don’t know! And you weren’t supposed to know, anyway! I was gonna get over it myself… stupid Im Geum—”

No longer able to stop himself, Sunjae kisses her. Partly to shut her up, partly because of how pretty she looks all riled up. She was about to speak when he kisses her again, this time a little longer and a little deeper. Her arms come up to his neck while his finds purchase on her waist. When he leans back, her eyes look a bit hazy.

“Sol-ah, I love you.” Sunjae says, looking deep into her eyes.

He takes a deep breath, knowing there’s no turning back once he says it. He swore he wasn’t going to admit it out loud, but he guesses she’s bound to know one way or another, anyway. In Hyuk has a big mouth.

“You’re the only woman in my life. The only person. Ever.”

Confusion paints Sol’s face, and then surprise.

“What? What do you mean only?”

“There’s no one, other than you. I never dated anyone.”

Surprise turns into disbelief.

“In this life? But… you never knew me?”

“Not just in this life. In all of them.”

Sunjae sees the weight of his confession dawn on her. Practically sees the excuses firing up in her brain. She opens her mouth, then closes it again. He continues.

“In my first life, when you mistook me for a delivery man? I knew then, the moment you gave me your yellow umbrella and those white candies, that I love you.”

He brings a hand to her face, bracing himself and her, for what he’s about to say. They haven’t really talked about this, no. “And I don’t want you to blame yourself, Sol, okay? But when the articles then said I was depressed, had anxiety and was undergoing medication? It was true. But it wasn’t because of the public, or their perception of me.”

Sunjae’s surprised about how easy the words come to him. Weightless, now that the burden has been lifted. He used to be only able to speak of it in moments of inebriation, with In Hyuk, or in his sessions with a therapist.

Sol, on the other hand, seems to be overwhelmed with emotions. He notices the tell-tale signs of her eyes reddening.

“It’s because of guilt and regret. That I couldn’t save you. That it was because of me that you got hurt–” Sol starts to protest, but he shakes his head. “--I couldn’t forget you. And while that was partly because of guilt, I know it’s also because of a love that could have been.”

Sol’s lips start quivering, and he can see how hard she’s trying to keep her tears at bay. This girl– she’s the one crying for me again.

“When I met you again on that bridge, I was glad that you didn’t remember me. That I at least have been someone who’s given you strength– that tou didn’t remember me as a person who caused you pain. ”

Like a dam overflowing, Sol’s tears fall down her face. Sunjae catches them all with his palms.

“And in another life, just when I thought I couldn't possibly love you more, I find out that you literally jumped through space and time just to save me. It was… I was gone, Sol. And I loved you for fifteen years in a life before that, even when all I had of you was a photograph and the memory of a few months to sustain me. There was just no going back for me, once we crossed paths. You owned me– body and heart and soul.”

She was full on crying now, breaths stuttering with each inhale. Sunjae soldiers on. He’s got a point to get across.

“And in this life, even without memories of you, it’s like all the love I held for you in all my lifetimes accumulated so much that it overflowed in this one. Somehow, I knew in my heart that if it wasn’t you, I would rather be alone. And the moment we met— this will really sound cliche— it felt like I was coming up for air after a long time underwater. My mind sure took a long to catch up, but my heart recognized you.”

Sol reaches up to grip on the hand on her face, holding it tight.

“All of this to say, my dear Sol– I love you. I’m yours— before, now, and forever. You literally cannot get rid of me, no matter how much you try. So,” Sunjae pinches her cheeks, “As much as I enjoy seeing you cutely huffing and puffing like a kitten, I’d much rather it not be because of jealousy. Okay?”

Sol’s face crumple with her tears, but a watery smile graces her lips. Sunjae feels the room brighten with it. Sol nods and whispers a small okay. And the she throws her arms around him, burying her face on his chest, crying some more.

“I love you, Sunjae. You’re the only one for me, too.”

He hugs her tighter. “I love you too, Sol.”

It takes her a bit more to calm down. When she does, she looks up to see his face. She traces the bags under eyes, frowning a bit. “I’m sorry. You should have been resting, but here you are…”

Sunjae smiles at her, booping her nose with his. “You are my rest.”

That must be the wrong thing to say, because Sol burst out crying again.

A memory comes back to Sunjae at that moment, making him chuckle.

“Why are you crying? I didn’t make you cry.” Sunjae asks her, a teasing smile on his lips.

She punches him lightly on the chest. “Yah! You definitely did!”

[livelaughlovesubs]

Study about leviathan

Thanks to the people who replied to my post!

Trigger warning: the things I’m going to mention include child trauma, sexual abuse and other. The language I’m going to use is direct. I do not share that experience, which is why I tried my best to do valid research. I’m not trying to offend anyone, and I’m really sorry if I get things wrong.

My opinion, it could be totally wrong so take it with a grain of salt~

So, right of the bat, I think we can all agree that Levi probably got sexually assaulted as a child.

‘Rough, oppressive hands. Filthy sounds of breathing. Humiliating violence that ensued’ this is probably the biggest hint I’ve found to my previous statement.

Now, I think most of his actions can be understood from his past and if we make some claims. On the surface, he seems like a cold, strict and violent person. Also very mean and rough, and an asshole if you want. Many people weren’t a fan of his ero scene (I think). That scene also made things more complicated, cuz he said that he wanted the mc to hate him. He dislikes people who hate him or love him for no reason. Levi was a dominant bottom, has agoraphobia (fear of leaving their save place), is obsessively into breath play and prideful, jealous but also insecure.

It’s a lot to unpack and he really is complicated, but I’ll try to explain what I found/ what I think would make sense for his character.

Levi got experimented on and assaulted as a kid, got beaten up and tortured while in the company of other children with the same fate. This is important to understand him. The story (chapter 5, towards the end) mentioned that the beating included strangulation, force injection/ in take of chemicals, getting punched etc. and there’s been that speculation (which is true), that trauma can turn into kinks. The reason why trauma can turn into kinks… cuz the brain is weird. Your brain can’t forget that traumatic experience and keeps replaying that scene (cause of ptsd), and your body remembers that feeling you’ve felt. Even if your body feels ‘pleasure’ it doesn’t mean you actually enjoy it, but then your brain does some weird shit and you get a specific kink towards that situation.

I think the reason why Levi is into chocking could be due to that, due to being strangulated by those angels, having his air snapped off from experiments, chocking on his vomit from the aftermath. His ero scene, including how he insulted minhyeok and made mc mad was all planned. Mc also noticed how even though he was the bottom, he was always in control. He also was a huge masochist and wanted mc to whip him or hurt him. You could just brush it off as his kink, though maybe it has some connections like before.

I read that victims of sexual trauma tend to seek out people that are similar to their abuser, actively or subconsciously. Or they are into bdsm cuz they want to role play that experience, this time with a consenting partner. They would never want to relive that experience, but they want to role play it because now they do have control over the situation. It’s as if they are reclaiming the control that they didn’t have. This is comparable with what Levi is doing, wanting his partner to hurt him and treat him horribly like what the angels did. He wanted mc to hate him to recreate the scene with the angels more similarity, while still being in control of everything. He had completely control the entire time, could stop whenever he wanted or overpower you. Also, for him who knows how to lie and betray, who isn’t so naive to trust everyone, it’s easier if they hate you. Then their actions will be easier to understand.

About why he isn’t fond of people who hate or love him for no reason, maybe comes from the angels who hated him for existing and the other ill fated children who lost their lives for him for the same reason. He definitely feels guilty for the children who chose to sacrifice themselves for no reason. He probably thinks it would make him feel less guilty if the people had a good reason for their deeds. If they had a good reason for torturing him, for loving him, he would feel less bad and guilty.

Fear of leaving places he considered safe, that probably came from the trauma as well. He knows he won’t end up in that cage again, but it’s a trauma, his brain won’t forget. Another reason why he might not want to leave his safe place could be because he considers himself different from the other devils. He knows how to lie, be suspicious and fear their own kind. If the other devils think they are agents of heaven, he won’t have a place to call home anymore. Levi had to be strong and build his own nation to protect himself as well as other orphans, he won’t want it to crumble now. He had to live a good life for his comrades. That could also explain why he is so stoic or serious. He doesn’t have the luxury of fooling around, he had to make sure no one would ever get suspicious over them and chase them away. No matter how much you reassure him, he won’t be able to change. Even so there are times where he feels safe enough to smile and be chill. But that’s only when he is in hades, his palace and with his closest allies. This fear of his must also be the reason he is a shut in.

Some people said that having agoraphobia feels like no one understands you. It feels like everyone judges you or is about to hurt you. It fits Levi, who is so wary of other devils.

Many of his personality traits indicate that he is a narcissist. Prideful, insecure and jealous. There are different types of narcissists, he is the kind that is secretly insecure and puts on strong airs. He probably compares himself to others due to that and has a frail ego. That must also be where his jealousy comes from or the fact he can’t take critique well. Being a narcissist doesn’t only mean you feel like you are the worst when you are alone, it’s also actively talking yourself into believing you are better than everyone else. This could be another reason why he’s a shut in, because it’s so much easier, then you don’t need to compare yourself to others.

I also feel like he needs to be the best because the kids told him to live a cool life in their stead. He also had a day where he gets especially horny, right? It had something to do with his trauma and angels, more conformation that his trauma turned into kink. Being hypersexuell is also one of the symptoms.

With such circumstances, it’s no wonder he grew up cold and distant. Anyway, I wrote this on a whim, I don’t know if my thought process even makes any sense, maybe I forgot some aspects too. Just ask for my opinion of anything if you want.

[mammons-hubby]

Nsfw!

The Obey Me brothers and the kinks I believe they enjoy/have!

18+

(I wrote this once and because of my internet didn't save... fml.)

Warnings: Non gendered Mc. Both dom/sub and top/bottom Mc. The brothers are all vers and switches. Bdsm talk in some of these.

Master/slave dynamic. He loves to dominate you, but he would also not mind being the dominated, as we have seen in the iconic moment where he says "Master, give me an order"

Lucifer

Spanking: Probably more into doing the spanking than receiving it. Picture him using a fancy riding crop.

Whipping, can picture him both being whipped and doing it himself.

Shoe licking, again, it goes both ways whether he is feeling in a more dominant role or a more submissive one.

Stepping on genitals.

Humiliation. Threaten to show the whole Devildom how much of a whore he is, in his nervousness there will be tingles of arousal.

Bondage, he would love to tie his lover to the bed and have complete control over them.

Mammon

Marking, cover him in marks or let yourself be kissed and bitten, either way he will love it.

Petplay, we see him in canon take characteristics of a dog, even barking, so I think putting him in collars and calling him a good boy would do wonders for him.

Speaking of good boy, praising is probably very high on his list. He gets reprimended and insulted all the time, so he wants to feel loved every once in a while.

Hair pulling, pull this good boy's hair, he will melt.

As it is mentioned in canon, he is a masochist. Slap him, spank him, hit him, he will like it. But be sure to pamper him after all is done.

A little bit of degrading, but not too much, or he will cry.

Cosplay and roleplay. Dress yourself as a bunny girl, nurse, dominatrix or in the other hand make him wear the tiniest dress you can find! He will love it.

Leviathan

Degradation, it's canon he likes to be insulted, so call him your slut and good for nothing, he'll probably melt.

Humiliation, same as the previous one, make him do stuff to turn him red such as licking your shoes or masturbating in front of you.

Watersports. Force him to pee himself by pressing against his bladder. Call him dirty and tell him you'll tell everyone, he will be extremely embarassed (and aroused)

Monster Dildos. Especially those where you can put eggs inside (Ovoposition) or those that are tentacle shaped!

Overstimulation. He wants you to play with him so much it hurts, in a delicious way. Make him drool and cry, he likes it.

Petplay, he loves when you dress up with kitty ears and a tail plug, but don't get it wrong, if you ever ask he would dress himself as one too and even meow and purr for you. Be sure to take pics.

Satan

Vibrators, he likes to challenge you to see how much you can stand while using one, whether it be at home or outside. If you ask nicely, he may wear one too, he has more stamina but it still affects him quite a bit, so when you see eachother again be ready for some action.

Spanking, either receiving or giving. He is much softer than Lucifer, as the romantic he is. He loves seeing your behind red and puffy from all the love.

Roleplay. He likes to bring his fantasies from books to life, be it you role-playing as a librarian punishing him, or some soft love making representing a scene from an erotic love book.

Exhibitionism, he believes he is a work of art everyone should admire. He caught everyone's attention and lust, and he knows it.

Asmodeous

Public Sex, he can't keep his hands to himself and off you, he needs to do you everywhere and everytime you guys are able to. If someone catches you, he will be sure they never say anything, but remember the ocassion for the rest of their lives.

Orgy, he wants everyone to love him and show him sexual affection, but when you're involved he keeps you only to himself.

Sex toys, he has an enormous collection, of all the colors, shapes and sizes imaginable! Hidden in an interdimentional closet so he can have as many as he likes in his room. He will use them on you and on himself, and in both of you at the same time if possible.

Chastity cage, as a fashion statement and as to give you control over himself. If you have a dick, he may even plead for you to use one too.

Breeding, receiving and giving. While receiving he loves to think of you and him having a big family, even if you're not able to get pregnant or don't really want to. When receiving he loves the feeling of being full and he may also fantasize on carrying your children, even if you don't have a dick and use an ejaculative strap, he likes to think about it.

Beelzebub

Size difference, he is quite big and it's quite possible you'd be at least a head smaller than him. He likes to compare hand sizes and grab your waist, manhandling you with love, and groping everywhere he is able to. In the strange case you're taller than him? He would love for you to use him and bend him in whatever position you desire.

Food play, this man is the avatar of gluttony, so it makes sense for food to also be involved in his sex life. Let him lick honey off your stomach or cream off your nipples. He mostly gives in this, because otherwise his stomach would be grumbling all the time.

Stuffing, same as the other, but in this case receiving, he loves the feeling of being full and even more if you're the one feeding him. It tastes even sweeter when the food comes from your hands.

Marking, he likes to give soft bites on your plump skin tissue, and gets quite happy when he sees the love nibbles on your skin. He doesn't mind if you mark him either.

Somnophilia, as the avatar of sloth, there is nothing he likes most than you playing with him while he is asleep. Tease him, fuck him, whatever you do will get him hard and panting while he dreams.

Belphegor

Brat domming, let's be honest, he is a total brat and shows it all the time. Dominate him with all your might, be mean and rough with him and bring him to tears. He will fight, but he loves when you break him apart.

Milking, he gets extremely tired, but loves the painful feeling on his cock after being totally drained.

Nipple play, his nipples are very sensitive and can even lactate a bit. If you pull and bite them he will be a whining mess in no time.

Overstimulation, this plays alongside the domming aspect. Make him cry and writhe in pain, he may fall asleep on you, but even then you can keep going, he won't be too mad.

[vibescornerr]

The debate on Satou’s feelings for Shio are so hmm. Because there is a level of nuance I think people forget. Satou’s feelings for Shio ARE born motherly/platonically. “But she k*sses her and marries her! They can’t be platonic.” Thats because as stated throughout the series she misinterprets it as romantic!!! It is in where it begins maternal/platonic, but she perceives it as romantic, so acts in the manner that is (aka those scenes). Satou throughout her life never experienced parental love, whith her father being gone from her life, her mother dying when she was a child, and her just terribly neglectful aunt. She also has trouble identifying emotions properly (calling positive emotions “sugary,” negative ones “bitter,” and having an entire scene realizing she feels jealous). And back to her experience with love? for love, she only really has two starting points to the concept: her aunt’s masochist self-sacrificing love of basically letting others abuse you for their enjoyment. And two, societys idolized and romanticized idea of love. You know? Like couples. Romance. What she assumes her love for Shio must be. Because she hates her aunt’s idea of love because all the trauma it caused all her life.

I feel like with the other side its like. Satou having good intentions or her feelings actually being motherly/platonic does NOT justify or make her or her actions okay. She still treats a child as her romantic partner. She still abuses a child. Intentional or not. I feel like there’s this black and white view with it? Because a lot of people who understand the motherly view of satous love uses it to justify but people who dont like her just deny it “like no! She’s a bad person so she cant have any relatable or sympathetic aspects of her character!! Bad jut bad!” Like can’t we say this person is bad while still pointing what led to that point in a sympathetic (but not an entirely lenient) manner that helps point out the systemic issues that leads an individual to terrible actions to AVOID more people following that path. Idk??

[yuikomorii]

Let's judge fairly. Yui had her development too. It's not like she didn't have any development.

// I wouldn’t necessarily call it development, I would rather say the story itself advanced and she grew accustomed to the circumstances. Over the course of the games, she got better at managing the Diaboys since you get to know someone after spending a lot of time with them and well… she also started acting more cheeky and bolder with them, for the reason that they started dating. She didn't know Karlheinz well in HDB and MB, so she didn't have any opinion about him, but in DF and CL, she called him out after Karl revealed how much of a jerk he is. It's not like she wouldn't have done that earlier if she had known the truth about him from the beginning—she called out Cordelia in the first game, after all.

However, I do think there are two particular scenes where they tried to highlight some major (?) development.

One is from Ayato's MB route, when she acknowledged acting in a selfish manner and concentrating solely on her feeling rather than on Ayato too, who was also having difficulties. She came to the realization that Ayato isn't perfect, despite being cute and giving her pleasure, and learned to accept him for all of his good and bad traits.

The other one is from Laito’s LE route, in which Reiji tries to make her understand that not believing in your lover can be very painful and that it’s not okay talking like that behind his back.

The message itself was good but this is the type of forced character development I have mixed feelings about. They didn’t have to make Yui act like that because it only portrays her as the bad one here. Yui is the first person Laito has ever opened up to and she was well aware that Laito hates Karlheinz, so getting his powers would undoubtedly damage him, yet she kept failing to understand that, despite the fact that they’ve been dating for some months and should have known better. The scene in which she says that Laito knows everything about her, yet she knows nothing about him only makes her appear so foolish in order to generate conflict. Like… come on, how can the heroine claim such a thing after dating a guy for SIX games?? Plus, the reasons of Laito’s actions were OBVIOUS that not even Reiji could entirely put the blame on him based on his situation.

As for Ayato’s MB route, I can’t entirely put the blame on her; I mean… Ayato is super good-looking and could probably pull anyone, but I can’t comprehend how she failed to realize that he has negative traits too?? It should be crystal clear that nobody is perfect and that everyone has their own issues, so you can’t beg someone to consider you special if they don’t feel like it.

It would have been 10 times better if Rejet actually tried to overcome her weaknesses, instead of adding new flaws. No, writing the heroine to suddenly have a shallow or selfish mindset only to make her “become a better person after realizing her mistakes” was not needed at all. And it’s also not fun making a character learn the same lesson in more games.

Credit to: dialovers-translations on Tumblr

The best scene, in which they could have genuinely made her evolve as a person, was in Carla’s LE route, when she admitted wanting to help him and the ghouls. It would have been nice seeing Carla putting faith in her and giving her an important yet hard task. Seeing Yui try her best to do it right, even if she was struggling at first, would have been such a cute moment. But nope, they decided to push her aside instead.

Other than that, idk if becoming a masochist and less sane as in the beginning count as development, lol, but if it does then it works like that too.

I get that it’s an otome game and most people play it for the guys but I feel like the heroine deserves to have her own storyline where she discovers herself and improves. DL feels more like the Diaboys' journey than her own, which is ironic because she’s the HEROINE, and in her most recent appearance, Rejet literally described her as “Ayato’s lover” without even using her name. I don’t really think the developers care that much about her, otherwise I doubt they’d be ok with all her character inconsistencies.

Yui is my favorite heroine because I find her really cute and likeable, plus I relate to her, but I’m aware of the fact that a likeable character does not equal a good one. She’s your average early 2010s heroine, who could have been indeed better written but serves her purpose, which is still good.