#where was the aftercare?

[caffieneaddictt18]

just a little thought: chubby!reader has sex with someone who has feelings for her, and of whom she has feelings for. Afterwards, she goes to get up and get her clothes on. She is sad and whatnot, but no one wants to care for a 'fat girl', and she is beating herself up about sleeping with someone she has feelings for because she knows she can't ever go to another person now. But then he reaches out, asking her why she's leaving.

“I figured you'd want me gone…” Leaving the implied hanging in the air. That she's chubby. People don't like chubby women. “I never want you to leave this bed. I want you to stay here with me so I can satisfy you over and over again. And after every time, I will take care of you. Every. Time.”

She is stunned into silence, and he helps her get undressed again, providing an aftercare that she has never experienced before. showing her that she is worth not just the sex, but also the love and care after.

[sometimesthingsgowrongokayy]

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That’s the last straw

lee!daisuke - ler!anya

some swearing, and also i have literally no idea how boardgames work, but dw about that its fiiine

this is a tickle fic, don’t like don’t read. also please dont harass me for mouthwashposting

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That’s it. That’s the last fucking straw.

Anya is seething in her chair as she watches Daisuke roll a 6 and clear right through her, picking up his piece and smiling smugly as he glides it along the board, landing right on a skip-ahead space and jumping about twenty spaces forward.

He gives a little giggle. “Sooo, Anya, what’s your move?” He says, smugly as he leans against the back of the couch.

She’s never going to look at Candy Kingdom the same again. Her eye gives a twitch as she prays to everything she’s ever believed in- please, a six, please. Please. Please.

She rolls a three and lands on a penalty square.

Daisuke, sitting across from her, gives a tiny muffled snort. Her rage is amplified tenfold, glaring up at him with the might of a thousand suns. Oh, the things she’s going to do to this man.

Curly clears his throat, placing a gentle hand on Anya’s shoulder- she flinches at the contact, eyes snapping to him and forgetting to drop the glare. Now he’s the one to flinch, eyes flickering away as he pulls his hand back.

“Ahm.. Anya, do you- think we should take a break..? You seem to be getting a little.. Frustrated.” He says, smiling sheepishly as his eyes drift around the table. Her cards are much more scattered than his or even Daisuke’s, her usual clean organization thrown to the bin and replaced by her newfound mania.

Anya flashes a smile, cracking her fingers before responding. “Oh, no. Don’t mind me at all. This is fun! Crew bonding is always great for morale.”

Her tone isn’t quite as soft as it usually is, a hint of boiling rage laced into the undertones. She sits as polite as ever, eyes trained on Curly. He gives a gulp, but nods, playing along for the sake of his life. He’s anxious as his turn follows, and he rolls a meager four. Good. This is good.

Anya’s eyes fall on Daisuke, hands politely laid in her lap as her eyes bare into his very soul. He’s looking a little more anxious now, spinning the rings on his fingers as he realizes its his turn and hastily throws the dice. Another six.

Silence falls over the table as Anya takes a long breath, cutting through the air. She twitches again as Daisuke lets out another muffled snicker. He’s practically having to hold a hand over his mouth to keep from laughing.

Her brow quirks up in a challenge, watching as the boy’s mouth wobbles and wavers into a smile, the chilling silence starting to weigh on him. It’s too funny. Plus the glare he’s getting from Anya- so rare, for her- isn’t exactly helping.

He can’t help himself, letting out a high-pitched giggle before clamping his mouth shut, just staring at Anya, eyes wide with curiosity and a bit of terror. Curly’s gaze flashes between the two, giving a gulp, and that’s what breaks the dam.

Daisuke falls into cackles, keeling forwards as he laughs, shoulders bouncing along. Curly has to suppress his own snicker- Daisuke’s laugh is rather contagious.

Anya takes a harsh breath, eye twitching once more as she watches Daisuke curled up in his own mirth. This little shit. She slowly stands up, glaring as she towers over the scene, and Daisuke’s laughter stops in its tracks as he realizes his impending doom.

Anya’s eyes fix right on the boy, and he gives a gulp as she just stares for what feels like an eternity.

“Y’know, Daisuke..” Her words cut through the air like a knife as she sits down next to him, with the danger of a mother quietly sitting down next to a troublemaking child.

“I don’t know if anyone’s ever told you this, but it’s very impolite to laugh at someone when they’re struggling with something.” She says, and within a blink, Daisuke screeches out as Anya’s long nails suddenly latch to his sides and squeeze.

“Anya- anyaanyaanya- please, we cahan- we can talk about this!” Daisuke pleads, as Anya looms over him, hands poised against his sides. She gives a soft snicker in response, and without warning, drills into the boy’s sides- her nails digging into the soft meat and vibrating, pulling a loud guffaw from Daisuke before he falls into desperate, pitchy laughter.

“ANYA- nonOnah- NOHO- pleaseplease ihidiDN’t meanit i didn’tmeanit-“ He begs, words breaking and cracking between squeals and snorts, thrashing up against her hands which have now found his hips and are squeezing mercilessly.

“Curly, it’s your turn. Oh, and- move Daisuke’s piece for him, would you?” Anya says, completely ignoring Daisuke’s pleas. She throws a polite smile to Curly, even as her hands skitter up to Daisuke’s ribs. He gives a squeal in response, kicking out from under her and bucking desperately.

Curly blinks, a bit dumbfounded, before clearing his throat and doing as commanded. He quickly moves Daisuke’s piece six spots forwards before rolling the dice and landing a nice passive three. He gulps as he moves his piece.

“ANyahAHAH- ple- pleHEASE PLEASEPLEASEPLEASPLESPLSPL- PLEHEAASE- letmegoletmEGOpLEASEIT’sSOBAD-“ Daisuke spews, words jumbling together as he laughs. Anya snickers before drilling her hands into his hips once more, wrenching a high-pitched squeal from the boy. She speaks up once more.

“Oh, dear. Guess it’s my turn- Curly, be a dear and roll for me?” She says, nimble fingers not once stopping her quest in ripping Daisuke apart.

Curly silently complies in horror as he watches the scene, mindlessly moving Anya’s piece forwards and flinching as Daisuke gives another scream.

His mouth hangs open in a cackling grin, tears of mirth stinging his eyes as he bucks and squirms and turns this way and that, to no avail. Anya is shockingly strong, staying atop the poor boy as he thrashes and tries to desperately pry her off of himself.

He eventually gives up on trying to free himself, fist slamming against the couch cushions as Anya’s fingers slip into the spaces between his ribs, wiggling around and squeezing and doing other torturous things that really shouldn’t tickle as much as they do.

“AnnyaaAAHAHAH- PLEASE- pleheHEASEplease-“ He yelps, slowly losing energy as she just Does Not Let Up, giving a giggly whimper as her hands poke at his sides again.

“..Anya, um- I think he needs a break..” Curly speaks up through the cackles and squeaks, concerned as he can hear Daisuke’s breath beginning to shallow. Anya gives a dramatic sigh and removes her hands, met by a large gasp from Daisuke as he flops limply against the couch, eyes glossed over as he twitches- still vaguely processing All That.

“I suppose you’re right. I’ll let this be a lesson- I always win at boardgames. Now, Daisuke, it’s your turn-“ Her tone gains a malicious lilt with her next words, “-Why don’t you roll?”

Daisuke gives a weak whimper, still unable to curl up fully as Anya sits on his legs. He hugs his midsection and gives a small huffy giggle, mouth still pulled up at the corners. “Nnoohohooo..” He whines, hiccuping as he lays. He knows what his fate will be if he rolls good, and with his luck tonight? He’s absolutely terrified.

“Go on. Roll.” Anya says, softly for once, as she gives an encouraging poke to the boy’s side. He gives a squeaky giggle, whining as he reaches out for the dice and lets it tumble out of his hand, landing on the table and landing him a death sentence. He had rolled his third six in a row.

He gives a fearful whimper, eyes drifting up to Anya. The glare he met was one of nightmares, and he quickly reaches out to nudge the die- landing on a four, instead. He anxiously looks back up to Anya, sighing as he sees her nod. “Good choice. Anyways, Curly?” She says, finally getting up off Daisuke and walking back to her seat.

Daisuke immediately curls into a ball, huffing as he turns away from the table and buries his face in the cushions of the couch, twitching and hiccuping as he hugs his midriff. His body has a soft shake to it, weakened by the Attack.

“Oh, um- right, yes.” Curly stammers out, picking up the dice and rolling a five, cursing himself as he lands on a penalty square. Anya smiles and plucks the dice from the board, rolling and grinning as she lands the six that carries her onto the finishing square.

“Well then! Looks like I win.” She says, sighing and smiling triumphantly at the scene infront of her.

Daisuke, curled up on the couch and dead to the world. Curly, still glancing between the two with fear in his eyes. And the board, with Anya’s piece in the winning spot and the other two falling behind via sabotage.

Anya never loses a game of Candy Kingdom again.

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BONUS SCENE THAT I CUT FROM THE MAIN FIC BUT I STILL THINK YALL SHOULD BE ABLE TO ENJOY:

Anya’s hands still don’t stop their ruthless quest, latching onto his upper thighs and mercilessly squeezing. Daisuke practically screams, legs thrashing as he again attempts to thrash out of her grip, twisting this way and that to no avail.

His words are lost to laughter as she continues, silently and deadly plucking him apart. It’s when she reaches his knees he gets desperate. One squeeze and he convulses, legs snapping upward in a ear-piercing squeal and a guffaw. She blinks, hands still poised above his knees.

“A-Anya, ahanya please, pleasedon’tdothis, I’ll do anything- plehease-“ The begs sputter past Daisuke’s lips with an accompaniment of giggles, hands tugging at his own hair as they had found their place there a few moments ago. He gives another high giggle as he fidgets, legs shaking and twitching as he squirms, eyes locked with Anya’s, already knowing his fate.

Then she grins, eyes narrowing devilishly, and Daisuke passes away on the spot. She gives a ruthless sequence of squeezes to that little spot right above his knees, latched on and not letting go even as he kicks and thrashes and screams. He howls, back arching from the couch and slamming back down as his fist desperately pounds against the cushions.

This continues, evilly, for about five more torturous seconds before Curly speaks up, torn out of his shocked daze at the snort that rips through the air. “Anya- Anya, I think he’s had enough.” He coughs, guiding her off of the poor boy and back to her chair.

She growls, still seething as she watches Daisuke immediately curl up on himself, letting out a pathetic whimper as he hugs his midsection. He’s still giggling weakly, face buried in his knees as he lays horizontal on the couch, rasping for air after the attack.

Okay, she feels a little better now that he’s been thoroughly wrecked. The table falls into another long silence, only interrupted by Daisuke’s weak panting and soft, quiet giggles. Anya smiles, satisfied, as Curly looks at her with a mildly horrified expression.

“Okay, I think that’s enough Candy Kingdom for one day.. D-Daisuke, why don’t you, uh- head to your quarters and.. Clean up a bit? I’ll take care of the- game.” Curly says even as he knows Daisuke probably won’t be able to move for another fifteen minutes, clearing his throat sheepishly. He starts gathering pieces into the game box. His eyes fall on Daisuke once more before they flicker to Anya, giving a gulp at the way she’s absolutely drinking up the image of Daisuke crumpled up on the couch with blush up to his ears.

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OKAY I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THAT i rewrote this like fifteen times before i finally decided i’d just post it as-is. the bonus scene was one that was in the original version but i felt like it was too short and didnt know where to fit it in and askdhehdhdhJsh. i couldn’t deprive yall of it though, lower body ticklish daisuke is literally my lifeblood.

anywayyssssss hope yall have a good dayy <3 idk how to end these <3

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

Cheng Fengjie is really such a funny character because he's got people throwing themselves to him left and right. everyone wants to fuck him so bad. but he's turning them down because good sex is too predictable and he'd rather have bad sex with a guy who has no idea what he's doing because that's more interesting. it's the reverse of the trope of having a one night stand that's so good you want to keep doing it. it's so bad he's got to try that again. poster child of wanting to put a man under a microscope to study him. no one else has ever been so thoroughly charmed by a man absolutely failing at everything as cheng fengjie is with wang xinjia. if the sex had been good, he would not have been half as interested in keeping wang xinjia

[jimmyspades]

PRETTY IN PINK (1986)

[mothman-can-write]

Oh god. Oh god help I'm thinking about maria surviving the shot in SI. I'm thinking about Maria surviving and ending up with a stomach scar just like a certain agent that she may or may not have fallen in love with. I'm thinking about her trying to get through life when she only ever sees Natasha reflected in her own body, when she never got to bury Natasha's. I'm thinking about matching scars lifetimes apart that they'll never be able to compare, pain and discomfort that she'll never be able to get tips on how to deal with even though she was there for Natasha's. She could ask someone else, but it wouldn't be the same. It's never been the same.

[feralweapon]

someone just asked me if logan goes through a rut and it took 20 years off my life

[cybertron-smash-or-pass]

You are honestly so right about Animated Optimus having repressed freak energy. Speak your truth. That man fucks like a champ and I know this in my heart

Every time a bondage incident happens to this man he has to combat the thoughts about liking it. And he's not winning.

[coffeexxcigarettes]

Lately, I don't crave desire,

But the warmth of the fire

That lingers after.

Soft laughter bathed in moonlight whispers,

Your hair spilling over onto my pillow.

I crave the intimacy of tracing your face,

Of committing every line to memory-

Remember.

Remember.

Remember.

I don't crave so much the passion,

But the waves of imperfect perfection

That clumsily tiptoes in

After.

x

[denybunnyforgood]

It's so so frustrating that aftercare is often narrowly presented as a de-fantasizing tool, because this misconception can cause genuine, actual harm to dynamics where play is intense but not fantasy-heavy!

Objects, please listen! Genuine objects can and should try aftercare, during-care, before-care, every-care! It serves many crucial functions unrelated to "leaving the fantasy!"

Indeed, it is just as often the opposite. With it and people, aftercare often involves the people who violate it reassuring it that this isn't a fantasy for them and that they genuinely believe it is an object, with no intrinsic moral worth or rights or anything exclusive to the personhood which it lacks, that they won't ever sympathize with its suffering just because it looks like a person.

And it goes both ways, it reassures the person who used it that they solely got to enjoy what just happened, that it wasn't just pretending to dislike it for their sake, and that it will work hard to ensure our dynamic makes their life better and its worse. it's promised more times than it can count that even if it never sees a particular person again, it will never cum for any reason and every orgasm they have will be a feeling it will never have again.

On the first level, they are serving its need for its identity to be affirmed. They are soothing insecurities it has that this is a sham and it will never truly self-actualize. it is soothing their insecurity that this is an act, and it is checking in to make sure it didn't feel anything they didn't consent to it feeling, as well as other things related to the consent of the person.

On the second level, this time is also used as a buffer between the play and everything else, to exit domspace and subspace. Having been thrust into situations where subspace wasn't appropriate, trust it, it's extremely important you make the time to come down from subspace in a planned, careful way! As well, this time can be used to use those afterplay feelings to bond, whisper so you can barely hear each other and lean your foreheads against each other.

Sometimes aftercare can involve reaffirming that something isn't a fantasy or the opposite, sometimes it can involve soothing insecurities but in some dynamics it can even involve heightening them. Aftercare is diverse and the only throughline is need. What do each of you need, and how can you achieve those needs being met? Do you need affirmation that this person doesn't care about you? Do you need a distraction so you don't process the trauma of what just happened so your trauma is easier to exploit in the future?

Guess what! Those too are needs which are served by aftercare. And it's important to spread this knowledge and internalize it, because there's a dangerous number of dynamics out there that forgo the aftercare because it's seen as this fluffy thing that just doesn't fit the harsh realities of certain dynamics. Just try working something out with those you play with for what to do immediately after, and see if you can't improve things.

[oldbutchdanielcraig]

not even kidding when i say this please write a young vs current daniel time travel fic you'd change my entire fucking life

okayyyyy due to this enabling i will be adding time travel daniel squared fic to my wip ideas list. i’m curious though what do we think the aura of this is. part of me thinks it would be fun to have a several-decades established armandaniel with a 1985ish asshole daniel where together they’re like. you’re NOTHING. but it could be fun to have a daniel who’s even younger? also who should be the subject of torture. Should it be young daniel or one of the others. idk what’s the psychological undercurrent to your ideal time travel threesome fic (💀)

[bedazzlecunt]

Thank you for not having a bunch of violence and rapeplay on this blog. It's so scary how often I follow someone only to find them posting about how they're being abused and it's awesome

i'm happy it works for you! i know well the difficulty of finding blogs that don't hit my squicks or triggers, esp on tumblr when the extreme is often the norm.

that being said, i do wanna gently remind that tumblr kink blogs are posting extremely curated versions of those people's lives; they might post about a Scary Act but not about the long and intense meta conversation that preceded it or the check-in during it or the aftercare and debrief that followed. there are obviously people who are abused in the context of kink and people who use kink as a tool of self-harm, but i don't think that's true of most people, even the ones who post extreme stuff

[sad--tree]

10 days til new tattoo !!!! :D

[thethingything]

anyway on the plus side we get to keep the tooth we are having extracted and I think that'll be cool. we keep joking about putting it on a necklace or something

[peppermintmochafem]

Hi, if you’re looking to end your dry spell, I’d be honored to be hurt by you :) it’d make my day honestly 😊😊😊

-🧎

it would make your day for me to slap you until your eyes water? to be stepped on and laughed at for flinching? to have deep red scratches down your back? to feel the sting of hydrogen peroxide when I tend to your broken skin? that would make your day? 🥺

[rxttencaviar]

thinking about the miravi first time (which is different and distinct from the miravi first time thats actually canon in my mind... i can give them as many first times as i want its my ship) where its one of the few times miranda is so awkward and flustered and how that matches aaravi's awkwardness and flustered state, and miranda knows that aaravi is having some trouble due to the whole... monster thing, so she offers to strip first and let aaravi touch her first. and it being very cute and sweet and awkward, only switching over into something with more passion and confidence right at the very end when theyve already had their dicks out for a good hour beforehand - almost certainly after aaravi cums inside miranda for the first time and realizes. OH. THE KNOT IS GOING TO BE AN ISSUE. and that she cant pull out afterwards and is just going to be stuck there for a bit. to which miranda's response is of course that this is no problem, gets aaravi to hold on so she can flip the both of them over so that shes on top of aaravi, and just goes ham rutting against her and making her cum over and over again with her internal textures and core muscles until they both pass out.

and then the morning afterwards, its the single best sleep aaravi's ever had, and her and miranda just kinda lay with each other in bed, kissing and being sweet and touching each other without going too far with it, and it's just cute and a fun time

[andoutofharm]

the stream nooooooooooooooooo