#it just wants to shame and punish them for it

[morikasan]

Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! Student reader, use of pet names slightly size kink teacher x student

Part 1

Fumi: I just want to sit on that lap

“Sensei, you called for me, what’s the problem?”

You couldn’t help but worry: Would he punish you for unintentionally violating his personal space? You won’t forget those images. You blushed as you remembered them. His big hands around his thick cock, his head thrown back, his mouth slightly open…

It was a very seductive view for you but also shameful.

Part of you couldn’t help but feel sad; who was he thinking about? Who did he like? You knew it couldn’t be you, of course. But it still upsets you, still breaks your heart to think that he was masturbating thinking about another woman…

You loved him so much. You don’t care that he is your sensei.

But he didn’t know that. Even if he did, he wouldn’t have acknowledged your feelings.

Because even though you were of legal age, you were still his student. And he wouldn’t be in a relationship with his student.

At least that’s what you thought.

“Gojo-sensei, i-if you called me because of that day- I am so sorry! I should have knocked on the door before entering. A-and I didn’t see anything at all, I swear! I immediately covered my face with my hands like this.”

You tried to explain yourself, stammering in a panic, and covered your blushed face with your hands.

…

He was silent; you were afraid of his reaction; was he angry with you? Or did he call you here to punish you? Everything came to your mind. But these thoughts were interrupted when you heard him giggling with amusement. Slowly, you removed your hands from his face and looked at him. He had a cocky grin on his face.

“Fufu, now now~ Y/n-chan, why are you embrassed~? There is no need to be shy, you know.”

Gojo chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “You’re absolutely adorable when you’re like this. Don’t cover your face, Y/N-chan.”

He leaned back in his chair, watching you with interest. “I’m glad you came here; I wanted to discuss something vitally important.” *he pats his lap*

“Come, sit”

Your small face blushed, thinking about sitting on his lap- you were going to die from a heart stroke cause of exiting right now.

“but is it okay-”

“Now, now, come here, I just want us to be on the same level when we talk; you know, you’re too short, haha~” he laughed under his breath

Gojo’s power and confidence were overwhelming, making it hard to resist his orders. Slowly, you walked around the desk and sat on his lap timidly, your tiny body snug against his. Despite the awkwardness, you couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms, his warmth enveloping you.

He slowly wrapped his hands around your waist.

“Last night I was walking around the dormitory, just as I passed by your room, and I heard some voices coming from your room~ and if I’m not mistaken, you were moaning my name~”

You froze in his lap, and your eyes widened in shock. He knew what you were doing, and he implied that.

“He smirked, his eyes glinting with amusement. And you were so loud that I couldn’t help but imagine what was happening in that little room. What were you doing, Y/N-chan~?”

When you saw your teacher masturbating, you couldn’t stand it; you touched yourself that night by imagining him. You were imagining that instead of your own fingers, his long fingers were in your pussy…

God, you wanted to go to the ground. You were so embarrassed right now. Your eyes fill up; he would be very angry with you for thinking such immoral things.

Contrary to your thinking, Gojo liked it very much and is having a lot of fun right now.

“S-Sensei, I-I’m so sorry- I can explain-”

“fufu~ don’t be so shy, Y/N-chan~ I’m not mad at all. After all, who wouldn’t masturbate thinking about someone as handsome and strong as me~?

His hands roamed upwards, cupping your breasts through your clothes, giving them a gentle squeeze. "So, what was it like, imagining me touching you? Did you imagine me burying my face between these soft, luscious tits~?”

His breath ghosted over your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Despite your mortification, you couldn’t deny the heat pooling between your legs, the memory of your night’s activities stirring a restless ache.

“Go on, tell me, Y/N-chan. What do you want~?”

He continued with that teasing smirk, his hand squeezing your breasts, making you give a soft moan. You couldn’t believe he was touching you like this, but also, you didn’t want it to stop. You were ashamed of your desires, but his touch was intoxicating.

“Y-you… you’re taking advantage of me, Sensei,” you stammered, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The words sounded so weak, even to you.

His hand moved from your breast, slipping under your skirt, gently grazing your thigh, making you squirm in his lap. “No, I’m just satisfying my curiosity,” he said, his voice deep and seductive.

Your heart raced, your body reacting to his touch despite your mind telling you to resist. “I-I imagined you touching me, filling me up, Sensei,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Gojo’s hand stopped just above your panties, his fingers teasing the edge of the fabric—a clear invitation to go further. “That’s it, Y/N-chan, tell me more. What did you fantasize about me doing to you?”

You hesitated, your cheeks burning with a deeper shade of red. “I… I imagined you taking off my panties and licking me… ma… making me… wet” you whispered, your voice shaking. The admission was akin to stripping naked in front of him, leaving you vulnerable, yet it felt exhilarating.

A wicked smile tugged at the corners of his lips as his hand slipped under your underwear, his fingers gliding through your folds, slick with your arousal. “You’re already so wet for me, Y/N-chan~” he whispered, his voice thick with lust.

His fingers teased your clit, making you gasp and your body arch against him. “I want to taste you, feel you convulse as I make you cum, hear you scream my name.”

He pulled your face towards his, his lips crashing against yours in a passionate, demanding kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, claiming it as he did your body. His hand between your legs worked relentlessly, your moans muffled by his mouth.

“Do you want that, Y/N-chan?” he asked, his voice was husky. “Do you want me to give you pleasure until you can’t think straight and beg for more?”

With his other hand, he unzipped his pants, freeing his throbbing erection. The length of it pressed against your stomach, heat radiating from it. “Tell me, little one.” he urged. His eyes were dark with desire, the light in them practically burning.

You could feel the heat radiating from his cock, a stark contrast to the chill that ran down your spine. Every inch of your body was on fire, the intimate touch of his hand driving you to the brink of madness.

Your breathing hitched, your words coming out in a ragged whisper, “Yes, sensei… I want that.”

Boldness overcame your fear, and you reached down, hesitantly wrapping your small hand around his erection. The heat and thickness of it sent a jolt of excitement through you.

Gojo’s hand quickened its pace, and your body trembled in response. “Good, Y/N-chan, let’s not keep each other waiting,” he growled, lifting you off his lap and setting you on your feet.

He guided you to the edge of the desk, pushing you down gently so that you were bent over it. Your heart raced as he positioned himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips.

“Are you ready for me, little girl~?” he asked, his voice an intoxicating mix of amusement and lust.

You bit your lip, nodding, your body already aching for the fulfillment of his promise. The tip of his cock rubbed against your entrance, the pressure making you squirm in anticipation.

With a groan, Gojo thrusts into you, filling you completely. You cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain, your body adjusting to his girth. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto him, setting a demanding pace.

“kyaa~AH~!” you moan loudly and cutely

“Mm, you sound so sweet like that, Y/N-chan,” Gojo purred, his voice rough with desire. The sight of your tiny, tight pussy gripping his cock as he fucked you was a vision he’d never grow tired of.

The rhythm of his thrusts grew in intensity, the sound of flesh meeting flesh filling the room. Your moans grew louder, mingling with the wet slaps, a symphony of carnal pleasure.

“Do you like that, Y/N-chan? Do you like having me inside you?” Gojo asked, his voice deep and demanding. His hand snaked around your waist, rubbing your clit, his fingers expertly manipulating your most sensitive spot.

You cried out, your body quivering as the pleasure coiled inside you, threatening to unravel. “Yes, sensei, I love it! Please don’t stop~!”

“That’s it, Y/N-chan, tell me how much you love it,” Gojo growled, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his hand working more rapidly on your clit.

Your body trembled, your moans growing louder, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. “Sensei- Sensei, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum!” you cried out, your body arching, your inner muscles gripping his cock.

Your climax washed over you, a tidal wave of pleasure that left you breathless, your petite body shaking. Gojo continued to thrust into you, driving himself closer to his release.

“Cum for me, Y/N-chan,” he commanded, his voice raw and demanding. “Let go, and let me feel your sweet nectar around my cock.”

The waves of pleasure crashed over you, your body spasming as you climaxed, your cries of ecstasy filling the room. Gojo followed close behind, you felt his cock twitch inside you, and he groaned, his hips jerking as he filled you with his seed, filling you completely.

He pulled out, his cock glistening with your nectar. He reached down, lifting you up, and you collapsed against him, panting, your chest heaving.

“Such a good little girl~” Gojo cooed, his voice soft and comforting.

“Sensei…” you gasped, burying your face in his chest, your limbs weak from the intensity of your orgasm. You felt utterly sated, yet a small, eager part of you craved more.

His praise brought a small, secret smile to your lips. You liked being called his girl—it made you feel safe and desired, protected by this dominant, all-powerful sorcerer.

You wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat under your cheek. “I… I love you, Sensei,” you admitted, your voice still breathless.

“Do… do you love me too?” you asked timidly

Gojo smirked, his hand stroking your hair. “Of course, I love you, Y/N-chan. I love you more than anything in this world. You’re my precious doll, love, and everything.”

He nuzzled your hair, inhaling your scent deeply. “You’re mine now, and I won’t let anyone else touch you. I’ll take care of you, protect you, satisfy you.”

His words were a promise, a vow of devotion, and possessiveness. He would love you, spoil you rotten, and indulge every whim and desire. To him, you were more than just a student; you were his.

“And you’ll always be mine, Y/N-chan, won’t you?” Gojo asked, his eyes gleaming with love and protectiveness. He would never let you go, not when he’d finally found someone who could make him feel this way.

He’d make you his body and soul and show you a love that would take your breath away. In this world, you were his, and he would never give you up to anyone.

[finifugue]

The Pitch of the Shrieks - Some Thoughts on Fandom and Fans

I like Lando Norris, but don't worry. I'm not one of those fans.

You know, those fans? The crazy, delusional ones? The ones who think that he's a good driver, the ones who watched Drive to Survive and thought he was hot? The ones who were excited that he was fighting for a championship? Ha! Those fans are horrible, I hate them, they're completely insane. I'm a Lando fan, but I'm not one of those fans, don't worry.

Sometimes I wonder why fans of other drivers are allowed to be delusional, though. Why other drivers' fans can do equations to prove that they can still win the WDC, but if I say I think Lando might still have a shot, I'll be told to kill myself. Why another driver making a mistake is an unlucky miss, but Lando making a mistake is proof that his delusional evil stupid fans are clearly so insane for thinking he's a good driver that they shouldn't even be watching the sport. Why, when we're all in the same circus, Lando fans are so often laughed at the most. Don't worry, though! I'm a Lando fan, but I'm not one of those fans.

Who are those fans?

"the pitch of the shrieks makes all the difference—male fans are not punished or shamed for their fandom involvement, while female fans are."

Oh. Those fans.

Those fans are stupid. They don't care about the racing. They don't actually care about the drivers. They just want their precious Lando to win because they think he's hot! Those stupid delusional fans. Those evil dumb useless women invading our space and daring to think a driver is good.

Those dumb fucking females daring to pretend to be interested in sport.

I hate Lando Norris. I hate Lando Norris and his stupid fucking delusional evil fangirls. I hate Lando Norris because his fucking fangirls are so delusional, they hope he's going to win, what kind of fucking fan hopes a driver will win? His delusional fangirls who only like him because he's hot, because they couldn't possibly watch the sport for any other reason.

I hate Lando Norris fangirls because they're all whiny delusional stupid girls, and you know what? I think Charles fangirls are stupid, too, they only like him because he's hot, too! Fuck Charles fangirls and Lando fangirls- girls like Lewis as well? Well, they must be stupid, I fucking hate fangirls and how they're ruining this sport. What other drivers do those evil fucking stupid useless bitch fucking whining girls like? I'm sure they're useless and stupid and the girls only like them because they're hot. I fucking hate fangirls.

I fucking hate girls.

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(source and disclaimer under the cut)

Source

I will once again reiterate that Lando is not a perfect person and deserves valid criticism and skepticism, just like every other driver. However, a lot of hatred of him does stem from real studied ways in which female fans and fandoms are treated and thought about, and to pretend that isn't the case is to ignore one of the biggest issues in f1 as both a fandom and industry. If you have found yourself separating the ways certain fans (not just Lando fans) act from the ways the rest of the fandom acts, maybe consider what biases you're subconsciously sustaining.

[thornfield13713]

That's it? That's all you have to say about Seeing Red?

Oh, for-

Plenty of people have written very detailed meta on the subject, discussing both the in-universe and out-of-universe context for that episode. I recommend you look up one of them - @aphony-cree, @messedupdoilies and @elysianholly are all good sources for this, just off the top of my head, but I have read many others.

I will say, however, that I do come down on the side of 'this scene should never have happened', not just for in-universe reasons, but also just for the sheer amount of trauma this caused the actors, to the extent that James Marsters collapsed on set, started therapy shortly thereafter to deal with it, got it written into his contract that he never had to perform anything like that ever again, and later said that he hates doing sex scenes because 'you never know what they're going to make you do'. Quite aside from it being a petty, mean-spirited swipe at a group of fans that the writers disliked, this scene caused genuine harm to real people in the production of it.

And all of this for the sake of a scene whose sole purpose is as a big 'I told you so' to fans of the character and relationship, and yet another vehicle to make Xander's self-righteous slut-shaming of Buffy come off as entirely reasonable protectiveness and not the sort of controlling bullshit he's been getting away with all series. You can come up with explanations for why the scene is there in-universe, but at the end of the day, this scene does not exist for any in-universe reason. It's there because Joss Whedon wanted to punish fans and had no concern for the boundaries of the actors working for him. This is sort of a pattern with him, you may have noticed.

[starzzmissthesun]

@lycoryspreachin here's my punish ideas to do with lily, Regulus, barty, and rabastan. They're kind of similar because of the concept, but the way it kind of affects their characters and interactions and within their stories is different.

Lily has always felt this shame. She feels as if her body does not belong to her, she belongs to her body. She is something inside of it, unattached. She knows that no one else is so detached from their physical self. She came out wrong. She hides in her body and she is ashamed of it. She feels as if taking control of her body is something she shouldn't be doing, but some kind of higher power. Even knowing this, lily gave in and had a child that she wanted so bad. She loves her baby and she loves James. But she knows she is poisoning her baby with her body. It's infecting him. That prophecy, and the betrayal, and Voldemorts attack is a sign from the universe saying "you won't forget this" for letting her body poison and pervert and twist her loved ones from their beautiful selves. Harry is cursed, James is ruthlessly murdered, sirius has been taken over with the need for revenge, Remus is left a shell of the man he was without his people, and Peter was turned into a killer over this poisoned child.She has always been this way, this was meant to happen. Her sister was the only other one to see this, and she escaped Lily's poison. Petunia heard Lily's crys and disgust with herself their whole life. They stopped talking as soon as lily moved out after school, and the last time they saw each other was right when lily found out she was pregnant, before the prophecy. All she could say was that she was going to be punished for this. Lily believed her first punishment was her magic, she loved her sister so much and it was taken from her, this magic showed her just how they were different and that she had something wrong with her. She knows that when she was being created, when she was just a soul, she was beautiful and an angel. But this body trapped her. And everything she loved came back to get her.

Regulus is selfish. He knows this. He hates it. But he can't stop, hell take and take and take until everything he wants is his. Even if it's something bad he will take it and love it and control it. He was never meant to do this. He shouldn't take. He was taught by his mother and everyone in their family that it was his job, being born a woman, to give and take care of things, not control them. Is this still not his role, his job? To serve? He figures maybe he can still do this in a way, in a selfish and perverted way. Perverted in the way of twisting it, in making something once innocent wrong. Instead of loving normally, he must love in a way that has motives behind it, it is impure. He must ask himself if it really is love because of how far from it it seems. His love comes with strings around those people and attached to his fingertips. And for this, for taking something that should be God's right into his own hands, he will be punished by his love. This love that tears him apart and rips him to shreds. With an uncontrollable want and obsession. Everything he does is out of selfishness and greed, it is perverted and disgusting, the way he loves. There is something wrong with him. And he will not do anything about it, he will lay down in the bed he made to continue doing it. And he was not always like this, he was a child so innocent and gullible, but now he himself has been twisted and moulded to be this person who knows exactly what he wants and how to get it. He will make himself seem like he is still that innocent and gullible child, but he is not. He is the one pulling the strings. He looks at himself with disgust, he will mar himself and destroy himself, but he will always give in to want. He wants to cut himself open to see what he is made of. And fate is coming quick, he wants so bad to get back at Voldemort for perverting their group, for taking their 'pure' beliefs and their ideas and doing something against nature, that Regulus will let that same nature pull him down and bury him just to get back at his idol for twisting something he loved. He is full of nothing but shame over the way he takes.

Barty has always loved wrong. If it even was that. It's his curse. Everyone around him loves him so much, and he cannot reciprocate for almost all of them. He is punished by this. Because he wants it. The closest thing he thinks he's felt to love is just his obsession. His obsession with his father, the dilemma of if he wants to be just like him or anything but. His mother, she holds him so so close and he will too, because it is all he has. But she cannot fill whatever hole he has. The most and closest he can get to love is Regulus. Who 'loves' in the same way. Who will take the 'love' barty gives him. He will use Regulus to get want he wants, because Regulus lets him do so. Hell give and Regulus will take. They love each other in a messed up, perverted way. In a way that shouldn't even be considered love, but it is for them. It's twisted really, the way Regulus has him and the way barty uses reg. But they want it, for the first time and only time, this is where they will feel like they are not wrong, just different. They can't see anything wrong with their 'love' when it's just them. And when Regulus is taken from him, regulus' love acts as a punishment for Barty's nature, for thinking it might be okay that he's like this. Barty now lets it all go, he will take and use and destroy anything and anyone. He will make it ruined and disgusting. He will use his mother's love for him to get where he wants. He will use his fathers position to go over everyone's head. He will then lose autonomy. His father can't just kill him, so he must control barty. Another punishment. He is ashamed, he feels diminished, like an animal. He is locked up in a room of that shame. He needs to be hidden, for he is unnatural. And when he finally gets back that control over himself, he is taking it from the God that was his father. He finally gets to do what he wants, but he can't help but feel disgusted with it.

Rabastan has always been able to do whatever he wanted, his brother let him. That was how he showed his love. And that love allowed him to create and ruin and pervert anything he wanted. Including Regulus. Rabastan twisted and shaped and moulded him into someone so calculating, on such a higher level than even rabastan that reg is the one in control. Rab can't even see when he does it anymore, he used to be able to, but now it's truly indistinguishable. The way his brother loves, and he loves and Regulus 'loves' has come back to punish him with the sin and shame over what he feels for Regulus. It is disgusting and wrong, and yet it has still happened. He was still allowed to give into this. Yet he is being poisoned by it, he will face the repercussions. He took something so innocent and poisoned him. He makes everyone surrounding this a participant. He will lock Regulus and him into their house, into their fake marriage and failed family, into their lives that are the 'dream', to hide this sin from everyone. But they all already know. His love for Regulus has now punished him, he is being fed off of. He is decaying. And Regulus is the one biting. Nature will come full circle, he has taken from Regulus and now Regulus will take from him. Their love is rotting them, chewing on them. And they cant change or stop it. No one can. Even you, the observer, are apart of this. It's happening to everybody.

[xxcyberghostxx]

to me billdip is the most compelling when Dipper is still a teenager and bill's human form is a middle aged man or something. maybe he manifests and looks like he's in his 30's...maybe he manifests and looks like he's Ford's age...either way, i love love the idea of bill physically demonstrating the power imbalance between them. bill having the capability to look like he's Dipper's age but refusing to even consider that as an option bc he wants everyone to see that he is 100% in control of Dipper

[total-drama-brainrot]

honestly tempted to write a yandere sierra fic, but not in a romanticised way. like, a horror fic about how she relapsed into super unhealthy habits during/after all-stars, until she eventually tries killing either cody himself or the people in his life. or her forcing cameron into acting/dressing like cody in her mania, only to attack/kill him when he doesn't meet her impossibly high expectations.

just. sierra's stalking taken to it's logical extreme, and the consequences thereof.

[hecksupremechips]

Imagine being one of the guys Marianne McCollough hooked up with like you’re just looking to get laid and this hot tall irish lady lives nearby and you’re at her apartment and she has a massive painting of two anime women embracing gayly and youre like hm kinda interesting but whatever and then you’re having sex with this woman and she’s just like saying the rosary and calling you lorraine like damn how do you deal with that

[honorthysalad]

The unuki being less like Hell itself and more like Prometheus, a being that wanted nothing more than to help humans and was imprisoned for encroaching on the “gods’” territory in order to do so.

[eddiexmunsn]

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[ivan-fyodorovich-k]

to be fair the further left one side goes the further right the other goes and vice-versa, the two phenomena don't have nothing to do with one another

[snekdood]

ig my problem with the whole bullying thing is that so many of the leftists who do it self identify as communists of some type or really emphasizes community.... but clearly doesn't care about actually cultivating an environment where everyone in the community feels safe and welcome..........

[renthony]

Bodily autonomy means that sometimes other people are going to do things with their body that you don't like, and you just have to deal with that. It's their body. You do not dictate what they get to do with it, even if you really, really want to. Even if they're doing something you think is really, really stupid.

Body mods. Drugs. Sex. Self-harm. Doesn't matter. It's not your body, it's theirs. You don't dictate what other people get to do with their physical form.

If someone is causing physical harm to their own body, you can't force them to stop through shame or punishment. It doesn't work. It never actually solves the problems causing the harmful behavior.

If you genuinely want to help in a dangerous situation, you cannot approach it from a perspective of "I am going to force you to stop doing this thing whether you want to or not." That's the fastest way to make everything worse.

[vaugarde]

thought that hit me like a brick last night- i was thinking of dusk/bruno as like a minor deconstruction of the forbidden romance trope (where it was doomed to fail because the two of them liked the thrill and the escapism of it more than they actually liked one another as people) but also like, what makes a good forbidden romance to me is the risks involved for both people….. but the only one who was ever going to be punished for dusk and bruno’s relationship was dusk because she doesnt have as much power as bruno does

[moechies]

satoru’s punishments 🎀🎶

gojo satoru who focuses his infinity around his already-meaty cock so you’re unable to sink that pretty pussy down on him.

satoru is naturally one to discipline, considering his profession as a teacher. he knows clearly what’s right from wrong, and won’t let you off the hook as if you’re one of his students. you think it’s unfair, but if you were to think that gojo satoru cared so much about your incessant little opinions, you’d be called dumb.

your soppy cunt prods against his protected tip, urging your body lower to sheath his fat girth inside, but to no avail.

“satoru,” you mewl, “i said ‘m sorry. really r-really sorry.”

“hm.” he shrugs, one hand cupping your soft butt, and the other around the edge of your waist. his fake efforts to help you when he’s the one preventing you from pleasure is ironic, and it makes you an unspoken amount of angry.

but your anger is overwhelmed by your carnal desires from the sight of him alone, and the only thing floating through your pretty little mind is to get this cock in you.

“please— let me—“

“no.”

he glides your slick cunt across the faux protection, grinding you down so harshly, spreading your sensitive lips and pressing against your clit so harshly it almost hurts. “y’don’t deserve it, you brat.”

“i d— i do, satoru. d-don’t say that !”

he can’t deny how your sweet little mewls and begs for cock get him uncomfortably hard, wanting nothing more than to feel your chubby walls flesh to flesh with his cock. but he knows you’ll never learn, knows that you’ll be just as bad if he lets you off. even if it’s just this once.

“satoru—“

his wet cock slips from under you, falling against his pelvis and plapping against his tummy. you take the chance to lower yourself, rubbing your sore cunt on the smooth length of his cock.

you rock your hips ever so gently, grinding down on visible, but untouchable veins decorating his gorgeous cock. you’re eager to get your cunt off, but ensure your boyfriend doesn’t grow any angrier.

gojo undeniably grinds up just as desperately against your cunt, listening to the tuneful melody your sweet pussy plays for him. short pants leave his dewy lips, holding your chubby hips down firmly and setting his own pace. “shit. brat.”

he loves the look of panic in your eyes when his hips come to a slow, and soon to a stop, leaving you to mindlessly grind on his cock alone. your crying clit tingles from everything that’s led up to this moment.

but—

“did i say you could do that ?”

your movements come to an abrupt stop when his hands splay across your hot thighs, holding you down tight against his pelvis.

“b-but, you were also grindin—“

“yeah, i was. did i say you could ?” he spits, voice laced with poisonous venom that silences you immediately. his eyes are intimidating, not an ounce of forgiveness or pity lays within them.

“not good. what to do with you ?”

he tugs you off his hip, switching your position so that you’re soon under him.

and for the first time, his bare cock slaps against your puffy lips, and nudges at your raw clit. you moan with inexpectance, the mere feel of his cock slapping against your raw cunt nearly has you cumming.

“s a shame y’don’t know how to act right. c’mere.” he motions, pressing down on your shivering shoulder, “come ‘n suck your cock rights back.”

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Headcanon: Worship

Yandere Forgotten God (tentacle monster) x GN Reader

TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, gore, dubcon, and yandere themes

He was an ancient chaos god, one that was once revered amongst humans a millennium ago. But over time he had been forgotten when his fishing village had become a city. Now he was nothing more than a tall tale. A god with no name. He no longer had a humanoid form but was now a blob of black tentacles. It was shameful how far he had fallen from grace from his own pride. He should have made sure he was never forgotten.

The god shouldn’t have been so cocky to believe that monk couldn’t seal him away but alas, this was the punishment he deserved for his insatiable greed.

So when you arrive to his shrine and accidentally break the millennium old ward, he’s shocked. Have his own prayers finally been answered? Has someone come to free him from this lonely existence?

“I’ve heard there was once a god of chaos here so I have come to pray to you… please hear my plea.” You then bowed down in respect to the shrine and cried a bit. “I do not wish to be married off to some senile, corrupt man. Please god, if you hear me, save me.” You cried before him. You wanted to be saved before married you off to some old nobleman. You shared your woes of how this man made your city nearly inhabitable with his high taxes and of his salacious behavior. How could he not be swayed? He felt obligated to help you.

And so the god did what he did best, he wreaked havoc. He used his supernatural abilities to cause a landslide onto that nobleman’s home, killing him instantly. Now you no longer had to worry about being a stupid old man’s property. You could continue on with your life worshipping him! Your god!

You visited his shrine daily and left him small offerings. Ones that he would have rejected in the past but was positively thrilled to have now. The god began to love you. How could he not be drawn to your genuine gratitude? He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been this thrilled with him… it must’ve been over a thousand years ago now? He didn’t know…

What he loved most about you was your smile. It warmed his heart and he adored it. You were his world and he wanted to be more humanoid for you…

When your visits became less frequent, he used that time away from you to try to shape his body once more. He wanted to be with you. To hold you. To touch you, but he couldn’t do that as a shapeless blob of tentacles… but he could if he was more humanoid.

And so here he was with a mostly humanoid body with functioning male reproductive organs… save for the tentacles that remained attached to his back. His face was picturesque but his extra limbs weren’t… it didn’t matter. He would do so much for you, more than any human man. You didn’t entirely have a choice.

The god diligently worked on his shrine to make it more inhabitable for you as well. He needed it to be perfect so the two of you could be here for all eternity together. Him and his savior! His beloved devotee!

When you returned to his shrine after a week of not seeing him with bruises on your face, he was livid. Who had harmed you? Why would they hurt you? Hurt his destined spouse? How dare they… how dare they.

You shared your woes and prayed for salvation once more, this time from your family. They believed you to now be bad luck due to the nobleman’s sudden death and began to verbally and physically abuse you. You looked so miserable… just like him. His poor, precious worshipper didn’t deserve such treatment. No. They deserved to be worshipped.

The god now had enough power to leave his shrine due to your generous offerings. Your worship gave him the power to become a great chaos god once more.

And the god once more inflicted his wrath upon your enemies. This time he tore them apart limb from limb, starting from their mouths to their hands and eventually to their feet. He wished to start out by ripping out the tongues that spat venomous words at you. To break every bone in their hands and feet for the pain they inflicted on you. For every sin committed against you, he would inflict it back tenfold.

This is the first time you were able to see his true form as well… you were so silent the entire time of his massacre of your family. Was he so gorgeous that you were speechless? How cute his darling was!

You began to sob when he held your face between his blood coated palms. The smell of iron was too much for you that you began to retch but he was oblivious that he was the reason of your disgust and fear. Those damn humans must be too much for you to be around… perhaps he should whisk his spouse away?

So he did just that. His arms and tentacles tightly wrapped around you as he whisked you off to your new home together. The revamped shrine. He hoped you’d love it since he worked so hard on making it habitable for the two of you!

You struggle in his grip but he doesn’t relent. You must be shy… how cute!

You try to push the tentacles from you, but they merely wrap around your form to gently massage you. He needed to calm you before you hurt yourself… it was okay!

“Be not afraid, my dear.” His voice made you jump in surprise but he chuckled. “I’m not going to hurt you… you’re my beloved after all. My savior.”

“You’re the god of this shrine…” you whispered softly, which made the god eagerly nod. “You’re Xeros.”

Yes! That was his name! The one he had forgotten over the years. You were so sweet to remember his name…

You don’t even have time to protest before his tentacles wrap around your body in an enticing manner. The extra appendages slip into the waist band of your pants and tease your tight hole. You whine at the sudden touch but more tentacles wrap around your arms and legs to keep you in place

“Your offerings were wonderful but I need a better offering since I eliminated your problem…” Xeros smiled down at you with his hauntingly beautiful face. “I demand you as my offering. You will be my eternal spouse.”

“But I’m just a human- ack!” You gagged on the tentacle that was suddenly shoved into your mouth. Your eyes welled up with tears as the god beamed at you.

“It doesn’t matter to me what species you are. I’m a god. I will always get what I want.” Your back arched when one of his slimy tentacles finally breeched the tight ring of muscles and wriggled inside of you. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that overcame you.

“See? Why would you resist such pleasure?” Xeros leaned to whisper, his hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, “I’m far better than any mortal lover. Don’t you think so?”

Your mind is too cloudy to form a coherent reply, your eyes rolled back in you head as his black tendrils ravish you. The tentacle in your mouth soon replaced with his tongue.

This was the way you should always be. You deserved every orifice of your body to be stuffed to the brim with him. To cry and whine in pleasure that ascends human comprehension. To be his spouse and to lay his eggs.

You deserved to be worshipped as his deity