#self defense and justified but still
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the entire encompassed plot of mob psycho had to be so insane for reigen in particular. before an elementary schooler with complex PTSD wandered into his forgettable, barely afloat scam office, he was just some guy. Literally a random lonely dude with no friends and no real direction. and then three years later he’s pulling the trigger on a pistol, trying to murder a homicidal terrorist with god-like powers who’s leveled the whole city in order to save his pupil’s life. this entire story had to be such a ride for him. at what point does he sit down and be like “how the actual fuck did this happen. how did i get here. that was a premeditated murder attempt.”
#self defense and justified but still#you get it#still the taking of a life#mp100#mob psycho 100#reigen arataka#shigeo kageyama
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I just remembered how my friend’s dad told me with a serious face that my tribe is full of cannibals and that there were savages hiding in the woods we lived near. Like wtf. I didn’t know how to respond
Build a time machine, kill Christopher Columbus
#We read some of his stuff in my Monster Studies class#Because of the whole Unknown Cultures are Monstrous theme throughout history#And he's the one who spread the rumour that Caribbean native people are cannibals to justify enslaving them#And it spread to All American Indigenous People are Cannibals myths#And tbf cannibalism does exist in some cultures around the world like on Papua New Guinea#But it's ritual cannibalism#There's this hugely controversial and misunderstood film I like called Cannibal Holocaust#And it's about an anthropologist travelling to the amazon to find a missing documentary film crew#And he finds out they have been cannibalised but then he recovers their film material#And it turns out they tortured and killed the locals to portray them as bloodthirsty savages so they definitely had it coming and were#Actually killed in self defense#And yeah the film is not perfect but it really nails the colonial era myth making still influencing people today#Asks
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favorite fucker is finally coming home wit me
#yeah i still love Freddy#he's one of my biggest like. internal monologuers with Scotty#Scotty calms me down n keeps me happy while Freddy acts as my self defense and justifies anger and resentment#im not sane i think#simon lore#he's so silly aahhhggg
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One of my mutuals was talking about doing very illegal things which is fun but they also didn’t seem serious and I’m pretty sure I talked them out of it but they haven’t been online all day and now I’m slightly concerned
Oh and ALSO they had a transphobic creep stalking them so I’m like genuinely concerned about their safety
#the illegal things they were talking about were like assaulting their stalker and shit#which to be honest is justified but still illegal because US law is dumb#and it doesn’t count as self defense unless they physically harmed you first which at that point it’s too late
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Why are you a Harley Keener Apologist? What is there to apologize for? He's done nothing.
You are SO RIGHT ANON, Harley has done nothing wrong ever, and he is the best part of the entire MCU!! An amazing boy, the best boy, he should get his own comic book series and it should be led by me!!
On a real note though, I put Harley Keener Apologist as my header because I actually stem from twitter (before the twitter-to-tumblr masses joined)! And boy oh boy, do NOT look at the Harley tag there. I have witnessed a lot of hate for Harley despite him being like the BEST ever, and also only having less than an hour total of screentime. Ofc we all know that twitter is a cesspool where anger feeds on anger. Harley hate usually just stems from him having a lot of fans and all of us saying that he deserved to be Iron Lad for a long time. But also like...I won't lie, from the shit I've seen, a lot of Harley haters have at least one good point: the worst kind of people (coughcough white boys coughcough) have a tendency to say that Harley should've been Tony's successor rather than Iron Heart. And their only logical reasoning is that "Harley was first" and "He was closer to Tony", without, ya know...outright stating the real reason why they don't like Riri.
So, a lot of Harley hate is mainly pointed towards racist white boys online who are only trying to use him as their icon to hate on Riri. It's very, very fucking unfortunate, and literally no actual Harley fan agrees with them. As far as I know, and I should know since I made a Harley Keener discord server with the best and most active Harley fans in it, barely anyone actually wants Harley to become Iron Lad in the MCU. We want him to be his own thing. We love and appreciate Riri and we can't wait to see what the MCU does for her. So like, my header mainly is against twitter people who hate on Harley for unjustified character reasons, but also...it's an unfortunate reality that Harley, as a white male character, is being used as an attack against Riri fans. This is something that I've been wanting to talk about for a while though, so I have no idea if it's even still continuing, but...yeah, I stem from twitter, and it's not great to be a Harley fan there.
But overall, Harley Keener has such amazing potential! He truly has nothing to apologize for as a character!! I have mixed feelings of him ever returning to the MCU, but if he ever does I hope that him and Riri and Peter bond as Stark successors! We love the real version of Harley Keener under this household, who is a gay southern boy who would fight for his loved ones!!
#Racism mention#This got...way too real for what I think is a joke ask asjdkljasdkla#For real though the fact that certain ppl online are trying to take Harley and use him in their arguments...they should fuck off#As if Harley wouldn't be willing to share the Iron Man name with someone else#I have no idea if this issue is still a thing considering that it's been a YEAR but like...yeah it actually happened#So Harley haters have a justifiable reason#But also a lot of anti-Harley posts also say that he's annoying and an awful dude and Im just like?? HE BARELY HAD 35 MINUTES OF SCREENTIME#I OBSESS OVER THOSE 35 MINUTES AND THERE ISN'T A SINGLE BAD THING ABOUT THIS PRECIOUS BABY#HE SHOT!! AT AN ADULT MAN!!! WHO HE IMMEDIATELY KNOWS IS SUPERHERO TONY STARK!!! AND HE DOESNT CARE!!#CASUALLY AIDS IN SELF-DEFENSE MURDER TOO AND JOKES ABOUT IT#LIKE. THATS A GREAT PERSONALITY!! I wanna see how he is NOW!!!#Harley Keener propoganda#I love my boy I just wish the vocal minority werent so loud
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im still laughing abt how anon phrased the leaving thing ksjfhgs like yeah!!! it is that flat. it is that 🤔🤨. he feels guilt but refuses regret, he has interpersonal issues, he's a hypocrite & one therapy session from realizing he is not as perfectly good as he believes himself to be.
#if satoshi didnt See people pout abt him leaving & didnt Hear from ppl he should call them some time he would not care at all#hed think everything is dandy & he can do as he likes & his compulsive traveling isnt hurting anyone in any way#he's self-aware enough to know another might not like what hes doing. hes also self-assured enough that he thinks itll just Be Fine#that everything will work itself out. that everyone will move on. that no one will be upset.#bc cmon they know what hes like; they know how he is & operates#if it was that bad theyd say something; nevermind that he's out the door before they can open their mouths#nevermind that majority of ppl in his life dont see it as smth worth getting confrontational over even when it does upset them#everyone just sorta maneuvers around satoshi & he accepts it as approval that nothing's wrong#& then someone yells at him then he gets defensive & shuts himself off then time passes & he reflects n tries to learn#the entire time justifying it all with ''how was i supposed to know'' even when the info was Right There for the perusing#like satoshis undeniably a good person dgmw just. not as squeaky clean as he himself likes to think#even mistakes he admits to unless he's committing them still/knowingly he thinks he's in the clear#this is abt way more than just his leaving thing but. rotating him yknow#ooc. pkmn is autistic culture.
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I'm reading a thread about how Durge's ideal kills are tragic. People who think you're an ally and to be trusted, get a knife in the back. Innocent children and newlyweds die so beautifully. It would almost have meaning, but it's only for Bhaal.
Now I really know how I want to Durge. I want the highlight to be killing Astarion after letting him ascend. Power just wasn't enough, was it, pookie
Betrayal. Betrayal. Betrayal.
#Dark Urge spoilers#This also helps justify not lopping off Gale's hand#Or killing Lae'zel in self defense the night she holds a knife to your throat#It's not cold blooded#It doesn't have *meaning*#It's not letting dominos fall for the most efficient loss of life#I still really want to snap Mintharas neck
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ah the parallels
#first between light and l#where light knows l wasnt above testing the validity of the notebook in order to 'beat the game' and admires / respects him for it#because l is like light in many respects esp when it comes to his pride and willingness to play dirty#and there is no one light loves or admires more than himself#(tho i would say one of the reasons L's character isn't completely scathed by these flaws / similarities is that he knows#that he lowkey sucks and chill with it while light would write a reddit essay#in third person to defend himself)#(i.e. L knows exactly who he is and understands that others may not agree with him but is willing to damage his image#for the sake of the case. while light needs everyone to think he's the most moral and intelligent person in the room at all times#while lying through his teeth in order to maintain said image)#and secondly between l and near#where near proves that despite everything he will surpass l#by defeating light with a 'perfect victory'#one where no one needs to be sacrificed while still truly destroying kira by destroying light's ego.#L wanted to win. Near wanted to defeat kira#i have converted to the near defense team heehee#perhaps near won because never once did he admire light. he is not similar to light because light is a criminal and a loser#L's loss was likely due to his becoming too close to light. obviously he recognized light was kira the entire time but#i think he got too caught up in finally finding someone like him. near also cites L getting personally involved as a reason he lost#idk it's all very interesting.#also light assuming l's identity after his death. he gets to be his two favorite people!#to be clear i dont think L is some monstrous example of moral decay. he represents the system and works within it to bring kira to 'justice#we see the flexibility in that system during the second arc. 'justice' is whatever light mikami l or near decides it is. justice is who win#ig the best way to put it is that i see light has having a self-centered morality in that he'll twist anything to justify his actions#even if on the surface he claims they're for society's benefit#while L has an ends-justify-the-means approach and works within the system.#his actions aren't coated in quite as much narcissism as light's beliefs lol#+ he doesnt necessarily claim solving the case is for society's benefit. he plainly states it's because he finds it interesting#meanwhile near makes several remarks about how much he hates the world under kira. for him it's not about narcissicm at all#tbh soichiro i think is supposed to represent the moral backbone of the series. anyone who has/uses the power to kill is cursed
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woke up feeling ruffff but took my meds and went back to bed for a while n I feel a bit better
#only slept 4 hrs yesterday so was rly hoping to get a solid nights sleep today bc i probably won't tonight....#but i didnt sigh. but my options are either to plough thru w today and make myself do this even tho i dont rly feel like it#or cancel plans and stay in and mope which will inevitably turn into self harm so rly the latter is a non option lmao#its all okay ill get into the swing of things n have a good time once im thereee#and i always knew i was gonna feel a bit like this like its an open wound for me i just need to be careful not to touch it#bc how i feel isnt based in reality its just insecurity n vulnerability n ik it can take months to fully recover from a previous episode#and part of the recovery process needs to involve facing potentially triggering situations instead of avoiding them#bc otherwise ill get increasingly worse bc its not possible to always avoid and ill be defenceless again when it does happen again etc#like its part of rebuilding my sense of self n confidence n hopefully i can eventually start to trust other ppl again n lower my guard#bc it sucks being contorted into this defensive pose all the time and i would like to allow myself to feel genuine connection w others !!#and to stop instinctively flinching and waiting for the hit im tired of my mind telling me ppl r lying + trying to hurt me when theyre not#im being a bit dramatic like i am doing a LOT better than i was a few weeks ago. n i def can handle this one#and the risk of triggering myself is much much lower anyway in this specific situation. so long as theyre not hiding shit from me again#i can think of several ways that risk could skyrocket n unexpectedly spiral out of my control n it makes it hard to breathe just imagining#but i need to believe that it wont. so if-no WHEN it doesnt then next time ill have proof that i can navigate it n i wont feel so anxious#it makes me laugh how stupid this is from an outside perspective. my brain causes me so much weird n 100% unnecessary distress#but its the only brain ive got n will always have so i need to work with it!!#anyway all that aside i genuinely am rly looking forward to this afternoon!! ive rly wanted to start doing more nice things for myself#n the fact it coincides w missing smth that could incite my rsd is kind of for the best even if it is making me anxious#i cant let my life revolve around anticipating how ppl might upset me n basing my decisions off minimising that damage#n while it would be nice to have company.. well ik its just as fun going alone bc ive done it before! n i need a reminder of that#ah im gonna turn myself in circles if i think much more. i dont need to justify anything#i hope they have a nice time and i hope i have a nice time and i hope that eventually someday we can have a nice time together instead#of separately. and i hope that someday ill feel included and wanted by other ppl and wont be posting on tumblr every time this happens LOL#this comes across like im saying i need to learn how to enjoy my own company or whatever but i prommy i already do..#what i actually need to learn is how to trust n enjoy the company of ppl i care abt without constantly being scared theyll hurt me....#but thats not happening today cuz i got other plans woooo OKAYY im gonna stop ruminating and get some chores done sjdkfh#.vent#<- well not rly a vent bc its not like im channelling feelings here im just rambling bc i have a lot on my mind. but still#this is prolly incoherent i keep putting my phone down and doing other things and then adding another thought LOL
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The pager terrorist attack Israel did on Lebanon was so fucking disgusting. There's no line these Zionist animals will not cross, there's any crime they will not commit, no form of privacy they will not preach and no type of violence that is too dirty for them.
They're already making jokes about all the innocent people that are dead or injured and justifying it by saying they're just targeting Hezbollah's "terrorists," because apparently Hezbollah is just the Lebanese version of Hamas to them.
A boogeyman they will blame all their crimes on.
It doesn't matter that Hamas is literally just the name of the government or that Hezbollah is just the name of a political party, so their members includes normal civilians just like any other government in the world and their assassination is against international law (not that Zio dogs care about international law), but even if we assumed that every single member of Hamas and Hezbollah are weapon-wielding combatant, which is completely unrealistic, it still wouldn't justify this sleazy cyber attack that injured and killed innocent bystanders, including children (not that Zio dogs care about murdered children) who were simply standing next to those Hezbollah's members, which again, included civilian members who were off duty and doing normal daily tasks in public places such as shops, hospitals and schools.
But since The West has racialized the word "terrorist" so much to the point where fascists just use it as a synonym for Middle Eastern people, these actual Zionist terrorists can get away with killing, torturing and raping any innocent civilian they want from our region by turning around and calling them the terrorists.
They can kill any Palestinian person they want and excuse it by calling them Hamas terrorists or being used as a human shield by them, they can kill any Lebanese person they want and excuse it by calling them Hezbollah terrorists or being used as a human shield by them, they can kill any Yemeni person they want and excuse it by calling them Houthi terrorists or being used as a human shield by them.
They can use all the money, weapons and impunity that is unconditionally given to them by the US + The West to terrorize as many people as possible and in the end of the day, their victims are the ones that get demonized and have their death justified by being accused of being terrorists while their killers, the actual terrorists here, continue to victimize themselves and claim self-defense.
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#palestine#palestinian#anti israel#anti israeli#anti zionisim#anti israelis#anti idf#lebanon#lebanese
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I love it when people add on, "Yes, and [completely disagrees]". There's ways to stop someone from being violent short of killing them.
"they deserve to die" is something you should never hear a leftist say. if you do, run
#my personal opinion is actual self defense where killing the other person is your only way to survive is justified#but “justified” is still not right#but like “deadly altercations” is way too broad. cops love to claim self defense after shooting unarmed poc etc#it feels horrible to think of the worst people you know or know of having the right to live. but that's the thing this post is asking you to#confront#a hypothetical violent person doesn't have any more or less right to live than their victim--it's the violence that needs to stop#like “right to live” doesn't give them the right to abuse others' right to live but they still have a right to live
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every single country that has voiced support for israel's "self defense", every single politician, anchor, news outlet, zionist, and person baying for the blood of palestinians is complicit in genocide. (Oct. 17) a hospital was purposefully bombed today, killing 500 people (the death toll bound to climb as reports come in), and israel says "hamas" as a paper-thin flimsy excuse to justify murdering doctors, patients, and everyone sheltering there. western media pieces of shit will say "major loss of civilian life" in the face of real-time genocide like it was simply an unfortunate incident or natural disaster. like isarel didn't deliberately murder human beings. israeli historian and genocide scholar said this a textbook case of genocide. and the west still does nothing, and worse than nothing: aiding and generating propaganda to justify it. COMPLICIT. COMPLICIT IN AND PARTY TO GENOCIDE.
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I am always baffled that there are SO MANY PEOPLE who genuinely believe that killing someone, anyone, is right. God
#and then not even that but civilian massacres and torture and atrocities#and im just like#grown adults#millions#billions#grew up and decided: sometimes yhats justified#and its right#instead of: it is always wrong#like people are completely fucking incapable of not 'taking a side' like THEY JUST THINK IN SIDES#and THEIR side that they picked is better and so they will ignore any wrong their side does because their side is the victim#instead of having a moral fucking backbone#'but but self-defense. but but but revolution'#so? still wrong#i see comparison to the zapatistas and im like: they expressed REGRET that it had to come to this#and you should also express REGRET at the very LEAST#i know not as many people are going to shoot people for you if you tell them its wrong#but THESE PEOPLE ARENT EVEN SHOOTING ANYONE OR SUPPOSED TO THEYRE SAFE IN THEIR LIVING ROOM IN FRONT OF CAMERAS#why cant you just say : actually this is wrong and that is wrong#theres actually much more wrong in the world than you think ! apparently!
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I wanna make art for my dst roleswap au sooo bad but at the same time I think if I had to deal with even a single person deadnaming Wx on my posts I would snap
#rat rambles#like I cant stop ppl from having their own hcs and using woodrow as a name for them within said hcs but not with My wx pls#on the bright side my human wx design is decently different from most ppls so I think it wouldnt get that bad#but still its smth I worry abt because I dont trust ppl to respect how god damn uncomfortable calling them woodrow makes me#anyways Ive been thinking abt roleswap wx again gotta love a scientist that is kind of just straight up a bad person#like they technically are improving. slowly. against their will.#if it werent for the severety of the concequences of their actions they probably would barely question if they were in the right or not#they tried to cut off wilson the second they realized they had begun to care abt him to avoid the pain that came from the last time they#cared abt someone and all it did was make them hurt more and its rly the only reason they arent fighting against the other survivors much#theyre just. so tired at this point. theyve lost everything and cant be assed to do anything but wallow in their pain#let it be known that they were like. genuinely awful with their handling of everything relating to wilson.#intentional or not they basically manipulated a vulnerable teenager for their own benifit and proceeded to isolate him from anyone who#could have financially support him or house him and then proceeded to kick him out to fend for himself#like they genuinely fucking sucked and still do to a degree#just because he was happily on board at first and they genuinely cared abt him doesnt negate how shitty this all was from the offset#wx 🤝 willow just genuinely being kinda awful ppl#tbf willow did it in a girlboss way so she gets a free pass /j#for context role swap willow has done. a fair share of straight up murder.#some of it was self defense ish or kina justified revenge but most of it was just for the funsies or because wilson or wx asked her to
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𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐃𝐨𝐠
• summary: sirius has a bad habit of flirting with others, especially in front of his girlfriend. has she finally had enough?
• contains: sirius black x fem reader, established relationship, flirting with others, angst
• word count: 850
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Sirius had been dating his girlfriend for a year by now, and it was a pretty steady relationship. They argued like any other couple, but overall things were good between them.
But Sirius had a habit of being overly flirtatious with other girls, even though he never did anything physically. Sometimes his comments would be a bit over the line, and it would irritate her to no end.
He was in the common room, lounging on the couch with his legs propped up on the table. A couple of their friends were sitting around him, chatting amongst themselves.
He was idly watching the other students in the room, his eyes casually scanning the scene when he spotted a group of girls laughing and giggling together.
His girlfriend sat beside him, curled up on the couch reading the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. She didn’t notice his eyes going astray, her own eyes too focused upon the paragraph she was reading.
He continued watching the girls, his eyes lingering on the curves of their bodies and the way their hair fell across their shoulders. He couldn’t help but admire them, even though he knew he shouldn’t.
One of the girls suddenly caught his gaze, and smiled at him, fluttering her lashes coyly. He felt a thrill of excitement at the attention, and couldn’t help but smirk back.
His girlfriend glanced over at him through the corner of her eye with furrowed brows, questioning what had caught his attention. But once she saw what, or rather who, she frowned.
He didn’t notice the look she was giving him, his eyes still glued to the girl across the room. The girl was giggling now, her friends shooting knowing glances in his direction. He could feel his ego swelling at the attention, thriving on the looks and the obvious attraction.
Slowly, she closed the paper quietly to ensure she didn’t capture his attention. Her hands began to roll the paper up as her gaze never left his face.
He was still focused on the other girls across the room, completely oblivious to the paper in her hands. He was feeling quite smug now, knowing that he was the object of the girls’ admiration.
He shot them a cocky grin, his eyes smoldering with confidence. He felt invincible, untouchable, knowing fully well that he had the charm to make any girl swoon.
But before he could fully register any of it, she smacked him on the top of his head with the paper, a frown on her lips.
He was snapped out of his self-satisfied haze by the sudden smack on the top of his head. He let out a surprised yelp, whipping his head around to look at her with wide eyes. “Ow!” He exclaimed, rubbing the top of his head with a grimace. “What the hell was that for, love?”
“Bad dog.”
He groaned, rolling his eyes at her comment. He knew exactly what she was referring to. “I was just looking,” he muttered defensively. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You were flirting.” Her frown grew more.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. He knew he was busted. “It’s just harmless flirting.” He tried to justify himself. “It doesn’t mean anything, I swear.”
James and Remus, who had been paying attention to the exchange between them, couldn’t help but chime in. “You know, padfoot,” James piped up, a small smirk on his face. “Harmless flirting is still flirting.”
“Yeah, mate,” Remus added, an amused look on his face. “Just because you say it’s harmless doesn’t make it any less disrespectful to your girlfriend here.”
She was still frowning as she stood up from the couch, looking a bit defeated.
The look on her face sent a pang of guilt through Sirius’ heart. He hated seeing her look so dejected, and knew he was responsible for causing it.
He stood up from the couch, reaching out to grab her wrist before she could walk away. “Wait, love, I’m sorry,” he said, his voice pleading. “Please, don’t go.”
She shook her head slowly, pulling away. “I’m going to bed.”
He watched as she walked away, a feeling of frustration and helplessness washing over him. He knew he had messed up, and he hated himself for it.
He slumped back onto the couch, letting out a deep sigh. James and Remus looked at him, their expressions a mixture of sympathy and disappointment.
“Smooth move, mate.” James quipped, shaking his head.
Remus just sighed, looking sympathetic. “You know she doesn’t like it when you flirt with other girls.”
“I know, I know,” he grumbled, running his hands through his hair in frustration. “I just… can’t help it sometimes, you know? The attention, the looks, it’s just so bloody hard to resist. But I know it upsets her, and I hate that. I just wish I could control myself better.”
Remus chuckled softly, shaking his head at something. “You know she called you a ‘bad dog,’ right?” He teased.
Sirius groaned again, burying his face in his hands. “Don’t remind me,” he muttered.
“You know, it’s actually quite fitting,” James piped up, a sly smirk on his face. “All considering.”
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under the new moon [yunsan x reader]
pairing: yunho x f reader x san
rating: 18+
genre: werewolf au, smut, hurt / comfort
summary: an altercation with a hunter leaves you wounded, trapped in an aggressive frenzy, but Yunho and San know exactly how to safely bring you back home to them.
wc: 2.9k
general warnings: established relationship, supernatural werewolf strength for everyone, she/her pronouns for reader, pov switches, mentions of blood & injury, reader killed a werewolf hunter in self-defense, a pinch of angst, reader is literally feral and tries to fight yunsan first, they calm you down w/ sex ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
smut warnings: dom Yunho & San, feral sub reader, rough sex, manhandling, scratching, choking, biting, breeding kink, belly bulge, they got big dicks ofc, cum inflation, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, knotting, DP (vaginal & vaginal / anal), vaginal / anal fingering, bodily fluids as lube, unprotected sex, pet names (good girl, darling)
a/n: idk yall, it’s not even themed for the mv i don’t know what happened??? maybe it was San’s fur coat maybe it was just the wolf living in my chest cavity. either way this was written in an unedited frenzy in the dark hours of the night, have fun! ( ˘ ³˘)♡
The forest is dark. Only stars shine overhead, the new moon casting no light on the trees and underbrush. Two large wolves prowl through woods, their path guided by the thick, metallic scent of blood.
The forest is quiet. Even during a new moon, its wildlife knows better than to cross the two predators. Even when unable to tap into the full height of their powers, they are dangerous.
Even more so when they are agitated with anger — and worry.
Yunho sniffs at the blood streaked over the bark of a felled tree. It’s still fresh. It’s yours.
San whines in concern, pressing his snout into Yunho’s neck to hurry him along. His black fur makes him near invisible in the cover of night, yellow eyes shining in the darkness. Usually the younger wolf is too rash, but tonight his impatience is justified. They don’t know how badly wounded you are. How much time you still have.
They found the hunter about two miles back, or what was left of him. Torn apart; a gaping hole in his abdomen opened by furious claws, his neck shredded by sharp teeth. (Deservedly so, Yunho had thought with quiet rage, when he saw a bloodied spearhead by the hunter’s side. The wooden shaft was shattered to pieces.)
Your trail leads them deeper and deeper into the forest, the night cold doing its best to penetrate Yunho’s thick silver fur. He tries to keep his head clear, to focus on finding you. He can’t afford to be distracted now, not by anger, not by fear, not by guilt.
It was a mistake, to let you go off on your own tonight. He knew the pack would be vulnerable tonight, he knew the human village nearby has been restless.
But Yunho can punish himself for his regrets later, because he also knows two other truths; the blood is still fresh, and you are strong.
They will find you. Alive. They will.
San growls in frustration when your bloody trail dissolves into a shallow river, the scent lost. The two wolves shift back into their human forms, wrapped in large fur cloaks, the ones they can take with them even when they turn. San’s pitch black, Yunho’s streaked with silver, matching the colour of their fur; and now their hair.
“She’s close,” San murmurs lowly, restless as he looks around the seemingly abandoned forest. “I can feel her.”
You are close. Closer than either of them realised.
The underbrush rustles, and San doesn’t even have the chance to blink before a shape pounces him from the shadows, snarling wildly. San curses as bloodied nails claw at his face, grabbing at his assailant to hold them at bay — to hold you at bay.
Yunho’s eyes widen at the sight of you, feral and growling; your body human, but pure primal aggression in your mind. Fur cloak tattered, skin covered in scratches and bruises, an ugly gash on your shin. The injury does nothing to slow you down, momentum and surprise on your side as you pin San to the ground.
Yunho swears under his breath, leaping forward to help San to subdue you.
Fuck. You went too deep.
Had to push yourself too hard under this new moon, dug too deep for the power you needed to survive. Your wolf has overtaken you; and your wolf is still too frenzied to recognise friend from foe. To recognise her mates.
You yowl when Yunho grabs you by the scruff, yanking you away from San. You instantly turn on Yunho, scratching at his chest while you try to bite at the hand on your neck.
“San,” he grunts, hissing at the red marks your nails leave on his skin. “Now.”
San throws himself around you, pressing against your back as he grabs your wrists and locks his arms around your waist, engulfing you in his black furs. You snap at him, teeth flashing, but Yunho’s hand slips around your throat and he forces you to face him.
“Calm. Down,” Yunho growls, his own wolf instinctively rearing up against yours.
You can’t calm down. You can’t. Something is familiar about the two figures surrounding you, their scent like an itch in your memory — but it can’t penetrate the feral haze that’s taken over your mind. Your wolf trashes against their hold, howling danger, pain searing through your injured leg.
The bleeding has stopped by now, your regenerative powers feeding off your frenzy, but no matter how you struggle, you aren’t strong enough to break free from the two men and their strangely enticing smells. The hand on your throat tightens, your growls forced down to a weak wheeze as your body sags in their hold.
“Good. Good girl.” The hand relaxes, but does not release you entirely. Slowly they go down on their knees and lower you to the mossy forest ground, keeping you propped up between them. Long fingers brush up against a scarred patch of skin in the crook of your neck, and sudden heat lashes through you, drawing a sharp moan.
The one behind you groans and presses his nose into your hair, breathing in deeply. “Yunho…” he rasps, pulling you closer into him. Familiar name. Familiar scents. Familiar touch, fire licking sharply at your core. He is naked under his furs, same as you — and the growing hardness that twitches against your lower back is not unknown to you either. “F-fuck, she’s…”
“Yeah,” Yunho murmurs, rubbing his fingers into the mating bite he left on your skin years ago. “Her body remembers who she belongs with. Come, Sannie, let’s help her mind remember too.”
He pushes your tattered furs away to drop on the ground, and San takes immediate advantage to lap at his own newly exposed mark on your shoulder. You jolt in his hold, your wolf pulled in two directions. Yunho instantly tightens his grip again when you snarl and try to bite at San again — but he can smell how your other, stronger instincts are flaring to life. His free hand finds wet slick when it slides between your thighs, a strangled whine torn from your obstructed throat.
San whines at the soft squelch when two of Yunho’s long fingers press inside you. Relief and hunger melt together inside him. You’re safe, back in his arms. They will take care of you now.
A primal need stirs in San’s blood as his teeth scrape over your skin, suckling at his old mating bite like his tongue can tease the memories out of you. Maybe it can. Or maybe it won’t be enough — maybe he needs to fuck them out of you. He groans, feeling dizzy on your scent, and ruts harder against your backside.
You’re trembling, gasping sharply as you’re pushed deeper on Yunho’s fingers by San’s humping. Every noise only fuels his need to fill you up, to ram his cock into your leaking hole until his knot catches, reminding your sweet cunt how the shape of him was made to fit inside you.
“Wanna touch…” he groans, gathering your wrists in one hand so he can reach down the other. Weakly you squirm against his hold; but it’s barely a fight, your aggressive haze subdued by your two mates.
Yunho grunts at the sight; he can’t deny it, his wolf preens at your growing submission. An animalistic urge to claim you, like he’s mating you for the first time all over again. Blood rushes down to his cock, revelling in your whimpers when San pushes another finger into your sopping cunt alongside his.
He watches how your stomach tenses and your thighs shake, telltale signs of a budding release, and he knows damn well his hand on your throat has long become unnecessary. He does not take it away.
Instead Yunho tilts up your head and he leans in, slotting his lips over yours. He groans when your lips part willingly for him, desirous for your mates. You whine as Yunho filthily licks into your mouth, adding another finger as he and San stretch you open for them. They’ll both take you tonight. Together. It hasn’t been said, but Yunho knows that San also knows this.
Mindlessly you grind into the fingers opening you up. You pant into the heated lips pressed against yours, a greedy tongue mapping out the wet cavern of your mouth. Wanton moans spill freely, growing louder with every added finger to your twitching cunt. Every time you think this must be your limit, and every time they prove you wrong, sending your head spinning.
You’re chasing something, barely knowing what it is, but hunting it down with every buck of your hips all the same. Something familiar again, pulling taut inside your aching cunt. It pulls, pulls, tighter and sharper until finally the strings snap. You cry out a ragged yowl as electrified heat tears you asunder, convulsing in the strong arms that hold you up.
You don’t even notice those hungry lips pulling away from your mouth — not until two pairs of teeth sink deep into your shoulder and neck, into those two scarred spots that make your heart sing like it can finally come home.
With a wretched sob you clutch onto them, your hands finally released from San’s iron grip. He presses rough, reverent kisses against the broken skin of your shoulder, his hands clumsy with urgency as he takes his fingers out and grabs onto your waist. He barely waits for Yunho to pull back, too frenzied to finally sink his cock into the wet hole where it belongs.
Yunho chuckles with dark fondness at San’s impatience, running his slick fingers through San’s hair as he presses a kiss on his matted forehead. “That’s it. Show her,” he whispers, and San whines at the encouragement, fingers digging harder into the meat of your hips.
“Y-you too,” he grunts tightly, strained as the last shreds of self-control slip through his grasp. “Our mate— she needs you too.”
Yunho hums in acknowledgement, pressing another kiss on San’s forehead before he pulls back. He takes your arms and loops them around his neck, and his cock twitches at how pliantly you let him move you, nuzzling into his chest. Still trapped in your delirious haze, but your wolf tamed and rendered docile by their command over your pleasure, willingly surrendering you to them.
You whine beautifully, your glistening folds parting to make way when Yunho guides his thick cock inside your loosened cunt. For all their efforts to stretch you open, both of them are big, and Yunho groans when he sees how your stomach bulges as he presses deeper inside. He takes San’s hand and guides it down so he can feel the swell of them in your belly.
And something snaps inside of San.
He bares his teeth with a wild snarl, bucking his hips as he fucks into you recklessly. Fresh bites litter your shoulders, future bruises forming under his fingers on your waist. You’re jostled by his rough thrusts, whimpering loudly as you claw at Yunho’s shoulders.
Yunho growls at the sting of your nails, meeting San’s violent pace. You’re moaning helplessly against his chest, hiccuping soft “ah ah ahh”s as they hit deep inside your needy, sopping cunt.
“Gonna fill you up,” San growls, lost in his frenzy. “Fill that belly with every drop of seed we got. Not gonna stop until we got you stuffed and bred. Won’t even know whose litter it is, won’t even matter. Ours, you’re ours.”
You whine in mindless agreement, trembling between them.
“You like that, hm?” Yunho chuckles, though it comes out more a groan. You’re still so tight around him, San’s cock sliding against his in the snug space they made for themselves inside you. “You remember who you belong with now?”
There’s a hesitation in your squirmy moan, but it only spurs Yunho on harder. He can’t feel his knot begin to swell yet, so he just slams into you, drowning in every wet squelch of your leaking hole, only needing a few hard thrusts before he groans and spills inside you. Yunho hisses when San does not slow down — but his own cock does not soften either, and he suspects this night is far from over.
San moans at the smoother slide as he fucks Yunho’s seed deeper inside your hole. It does not take him long to follow, his hand on your stomach feeling every thrust as he buries himself into you, hips stuttering when he comes with a low growl. He pants against your shoulder, nosing at his mating bite, barely even slowing down through his release. Yunho starts moving again too, drawing fresh moans from your lips.
You feebly gurgle something against Yunho’s chest, the foggy haze in your mind consisting of nothing but white-hot pleasure now.
It’s overwhelming and yet you can’t get enough of it; addicted to the stretch, to the fullness that grows every time they cum inside you, until you can’t take more, their seed leaking out past their thick lengths and bubbling at the rim. You’re losing count, just as you’ve lost count of all the times you’ve clenched around them, milking their cocks as another orgasm was ripped from your worn-out cunt.
You can’t tell anymore where you end and where they begin, their hands and cocks melded into your body — until one hand wanders, first down to your sodden folds to slick up his fingers, then back to your ass. You whine as a thick finger eases past the tight muscle; but your body is so pliant and relaxed, melting away in the haze of pleasure, and soon the slight burn only makes you greedy for more.
San groans when you weakly press your ass back into him, two fingers now working you open. He will knot soon, he can feel it pulsing at the base of his cock, and no matter how well they prepped you, they will tear you in half if they both knot in your cunt.
But San does not mind taking your ass instead — he can feel the beautiful swell of your stomach, distended from the sheer amount of cum that you took so well from them. He did his part there, now happy to spread those plump cheeks and bury himself in your tight hole.
You whimper when San pulls out, a sudden emptiness at the loss of him, but bite down a gasp when he pushes back in. His cock is slick with cum, smoothly continuing his rough pace.
Yunho sighs contently at the loose and easy slide of your cunt, using this chance to only fuck harder into you. He reaches a hand to pull you away from his chest, and grasps your chin to steady you. He tilts your head up, giving himself a good look at the blissed-out expression on your face. Nothing but empty pleasure behind your teary eyes, all your earlier fear and aggression wiped clean. Leaving yourself vulnerable and exposed between them, knowing you are safe here. That you can let it all go.
“Got one more for us, darling?” he grunts, trying to hold back a little longer. “Show us how good we make you feel?”
It feels like the words are coming to you through a thick fog, but you heed them all the same. You can’t help it, not when nimble fingers suddenly press against your clit, pinching at the swollen, oversensitive nub. Your entire body seizes up with a strangled cry, and you sob at the pure, overwhelming fullness as two knots swell up inside you, plugging up both your holes.
You’re shaking, tears spilling down your cheeks as you slowly come down. Four hands move warmly over your body; rubbing your back, your shoulders, the distinct swell of your belly. One of those hands cups your cheek, lifting you up to meet a pair of shiny brown eyes.
Yunho’s eyes.
He smiles tiredly with rounded cheeks, long fingers gently caressing your jaw. Your breath catches at the recognition, staring back at him with wide eyes before you whip your head to look back. There, San gives you a slow, satisfied grin, his cheeks flushed and sweat beading on his forehead.
Relief breaks through your haze, and the sudden outpouring of emotion is too much for you to carry.
San startles when you hiccup a weak sob, and he immediately presses soothing kisses on the scattered bites he left on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. We’re here,” he murmurs. “We got you.”
“I know, I know” you snivel, grateful for Yunho’s careful fingers wiping away your tears. “You found me. I knew you’d find me.”
“Of course we found you,” Yunho smiles as he gently rubs his thumb over your cheekbone. “You wouldn’t let us lose you. You always find your way back to us.”
Your shoulder shake silently as their arms wrap around you, engulfing you in their body heat. You slump into their solid, strong frames, relishing how they’re still connected inside you. It will take time for their knots to slowly come down, and they fully intend to use every second of it to lavish you with tender affection. You sink away into the comfort of them, knowing you are safe and home again.
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