#you deserve the consequences of your actions. your punishment.

[braceletofteeth]

Strangers From Hell Incorrect Quotes [13/?]

insp.

[quimichi]

≡;- ꒰ ° Sick fuck... ꒱

TW: NSFW - MDNI, name calling, slight cnc, yeah thats it???

character: Nam-gyu x F!Reader

summary: You pressed 'x' now you'll face the consequences of your actions

word count: 4.724

a/n: look, for some reason, he was my fav, idk why, idk how, its how it is ok???? I can't take myself seriously lol. I rarely write smut, I'm probably HORRIBLE at it, but we need the content for him ok??

Nam-gyu dragged you into the female bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him. You try to free yourself from his grasp, but there's no use. "Hey-! HEY-!! For fucks sake guards-! If you don't do shit, why are you even here-!" you keep yelling as he struggles to shove you into a stall.

He shoved you against the cold wall of the stall, pinning your wrists above your head with one large hand. Leaning in close, his black eyes flashed with anger and lust as he growled, "Listen up, you little cock-tease. Next time we vote, yeah? You'll press 'O", understood?" His other hand groped and squeezed your breast roughly through your shirt. "Mmm, but maybe this is what you wanted all along, huh? To get me all worked up and desperate for your tight little body?"

He crashed his lips against yours in a brutal, kiss, biting and sucking on your bottom lip hard enough to make it throb. "Strip," he commanded coldly, releasing your wrists only to start tearing your clothes off yourself. "Now! Before I rip them off and fuck you on this filthy floor." With one quick motion, you slap him across his face. "Fuck you-! I don't even fuckinh know you, so what do you want from me?! I pressed 'X', and?! We keep playing the fucking game anyway!" you shout at him. Nam-gyus eyes flashed with rage as you slapped him hard across the face. The sharp sting of your palm against his cheek made him see red. He grabbed your wrist in a vice-like grip, twisting your arm behind your back and shoving you face-first against the grimy bathroom wall. His body pressed firmly against yours, pinning you in place as he leaned down to growl menacingly in your ear.

"Listen here, you fucking slut," he snarled, his hot breath tickling your neck. "I know for a damn fact the longer we play, the more people wanna press fucking 'x'. And I wanna keep going, so after the next round, the next vote, you'll press 'o'. If you don't, I'll make sure I kill you, and not a fucking game." His rough hands immediately found their way to your tits, groping and kneading the soft flesh harshly as he grinded his hardening bulge against your ass.

"I'll fucking ruin you," Nam-gyu hissed venomously, giving your nipple a sharp twist through the thin lace of your bra. "Scream for help and see if anyone gives a shit. They all probably jerk off to ya. Now, are you going to be a good girl and do as you're told, or do I need to get rougher?" "No-!" you stutter out, "you got your point across-!" You're 90% sure you'll die in the games anyway, after seeing the first you knew you wouldn't survive. Better play along now, than suffer even further with whatever he has planned. If you're lucky, he just did all that to scare you off...at least you hoped so. Playing tough wasn't so easy....

Nam-gyus grip on your wrist loosened slightly as he sensed your submission. He kept you pinned against the wall, his hips still pressed firmly to yours as he leaned in close, his voice a low, threatening rumble.

"Damn right I got my point across, baby," he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. "As a reward, we're keeping you save next game, hm? How's that sound?" He slid a hand down to your ass, squeezing the flesh roughly as he grinded his now fully erect cock against your backside. "Now, since you've been a bad girl, I think you deserve to be punished. Lucky you! You'll get both, a reward and a punishment. Aren't I nice?"

Nam-guys other hand slid under the hem of your pants, pulling them down. "Cute, did you know this was my favorite color on you, hm?" he teased, hot breath tickling your ear as he rubbed your clit through the fabric of your panties.

"Sick fuck..." you mumble, more to yourself than for him to actually hear it. Nam-gyu smirked cruelly as he heard your mumbled insult, clearly amused by your feeble attempt at defiance. "Yeah, I'm a sick fuck, but I'm YOUR sick fuck," he taunted, punctuating his words by shoving two thick fingers knuckle-deep into your dripping cunt.

"But you aren't a healthy minded bitch either, look at how wet you are." he chuckled darkly. He pumped his fingers in and out of you roughly, curling them to rub your walls with each thrust. You try to swallow down moans and gasps, but you can't. It feels too good and for some reason...you even enjoy it. He quickly turned you around, shoving your back against the wall. His thumb found your clit and rubbed the sensitive nub hard, making your legs tremble and your pussy clench around his digits.

"Listen to this desperate cunt sucking on my fingers like they're my cock," Nam-gyu laughed mockingly. "You can't get enough, can you? Don't worry, I'm going to give this pussy exactly what it needs."

Having fun never hurt anyone, right? After all, you're a sick fuck too...

[honestlyvan]

Furthermore, there are people on this site whose hobby is to bully other people.

Like, outright. This thread is a discussion of people like that. They will take any provocation they can get to “prove” that a person is “bad actually”, and that that makes them an acceptable target. Even if the person doing the screenshotting is the most reasonable, well-argued person on the planet, even if they explicitly say “don’t contact this person”, they are not immune to having dipshits in their audiences who will immediately get a righteous high from being able to engage in, as Innuendo Studios called it, the liberal fantasy of putting someone in their place.

And if you’re someone who’s popular, even an ephemeral popularity like being popular on Tumblr, you’re not immune to being a vector for this. It’s flatly the fault of the harassers, yes, and you as an individual can be anti-harassment, absolutely, but the people doing the actual harassing, in your name or as an extension of you do not care about what you think. There are assholes in your audience, and you’re just lucky you’re on a pedestal in their eyes. You are at best a static idol they do their actions in relation to, at worst a source of validation when you lol at someone else’s bathroom being trashed.

By now, the pattern of people talking to themselves (or not -- this same thing can absolutely happen to someone being combative and that doesn’t make being harassed justified, actually) and then suddenly getting inundated with crap from people who were completely outside of the conversational context has been well established. And the people who are doing it are just another kind of belligerent asshat, playing power games.

Along with denying a further vector for harassment, I argue that protecting the identities of pillocks online is a form of giving grace. It’s a form of detaching behaviour from personhood, and engaging in dialogue about attitudes and behaviour as neutrally as possible, which is a good, necessary thing to do to move away from thinking of conflict as something where someone is always in the right and someone else always deserves to be punished for being wrong. You can’t stop people from taking your behaviour personally, and you can’t stop them from going after you personally, but you can choose to try not to do the same.

I'm not going to reply publicly because I'd inevitably get accused of bullying for failing to protect the sender from the consequences of their actions when my followers got a hold of them.

But if you're going to send me a message along the lines of "I like your novel, but I ran it through a filter, and you use too many adverbs, you should consider using less" I hope you know I'm killing you with my mind.

Just mentally holding you underwater until the thrashing stops.

Hope that helps.

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Why are people so quick to dismiss children's experiences and the level of which their problems are genuine issues for them? Like yeah, you go through your childhood, and yeah, you may know in the long run their problems are probably not going to matter, but this is their life experiences as of right now. Their stressors and upsetness is completely and wholly valid and should be taken seriously. Don't dismiss a child out of hand because to you it's not that big of a deal.

I can't tell you how many times growing up I had gotten frustrated at not being taken seriously. And I know that's a fairly universal experience.

So why now, as adults, are we not doing better and continuing this cycle?

[moonchild9350]

Only Yours

Summary: Felix put on a show for his fans at the festival but what he forgot about was the consequences of showing off what's only yours.

Pairing: sub idol Felix x fab dom reader

Genre: smut, pure filth lol 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: slapping, pussy job, hand job, blow job, nipple play, unprotected sex (wrap it up), use of restraints, gagging, choking, use of the term slut, dirty talk, belittling, dacryphilia, subspace (aftercare is implied)

Notes: I went feral over how Felix acted at Lollapalooza and so this was born.

I hope you like it! If so consider a reblog, comment, and like! ♡

Please do not copy, translate, modify, use, or repost this work elsewhere without my permission. ©moonchild9350 (2024).

The door slammed shut, as you pushed Felix into your hotel room, your lips against his plush ones. It was a flurry of clashing of teeth as you desperately made out with each other, spit dribbling down your chin. Felix went to push you against the wall, but you stopped him, your hands grabbing his wrist. He pulled away shocked, looking at your hands wrapped around his.

“Babe?” He asked, uncertainty in his voice.

You smirked at his confusion before pushing him back, watching as he took one step at time, back, back, back, until the back of his legs hit the bed. You let go of his wrists, and placed your finger on his chest and gave him a push, watching as he fell onto the bed. You watched as he looked up at you, his Adams apple bobbing as he swallowed his spit.

You crawled onto the bed to hover over him. You took off his shirt and sweats and looked him over, from his beautiful tits to his belly, his happy trail barely visible but there. You took in the sight of his cock and the hair around it, licking your lips at the sight.

Taking your finger, you once more dragged your finger down his chest, watching as he shivered with the contact. You brought your finger to his nipple, the same ones that he let his fans see, the ones they were probably drooling over, the pink bud erect, before circling your finger around it and giving it a pinch. Felix let out a groan at the pain, his back slightly arching off the bed.

Felix reached his hands up as if he wanted to pull you to him, but you slapped his hands away, denying him the pleasure of your closeness. He whimpered at the action, a pout forming on his face. You knew he was confused as to why you were being cold, not the usual clingy person you could be when you were intimate with him. But tonight was about punishment. He deserved it after how he acted on stage.

You bent down to take his nipple into your mouth and sucked, bringing your other hand to play with the other nipple. Felix let out a breath, his belly contracting in pleasure. You thought he was enjoying it too much, deciding to bite down on his nipple, pulling the bud upwards, Felix letting out a yelp. You let his nipple go before sitting up, seeing tears start to form in his eyes.

You shook your head and grasped his face with your hands, squeezing his cheeks hard, causing his mouth to pucker open. He looked at you with glistening eyes, making your core clench around nothing, your boyfriend’s tears turning you on more.

“Why?” Felix muttered, as you tightened your grip.

“Lix doesn’t know why he’s being punished?” You replied, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Felix shook his head as much as he could. He didn’t know what he did wrong to deserve punishment. He knew no was the wrong answer, but he just couldn’t think of why you were mad at him.

“You’re a little slut you know that?” You asked him, watching as his eyes widened at your words, feeling his cock twitch beneath you.

“See, you’re getting off just by me calling you a slut. Showing off your body, putting on a show for everyone. You want to be a slut? I’ll treat you like one,” you said before releasing his face just to bring your hand down as you slapped him. He moaned out with the contact, his hips bucking up into you.

Felix gripped your hips, and attempted to flip you over, wanting to be on top. He needed you, needing to be inside you. However, you overpowered him, caging his body between your legs.

“Naughty boy, trying to take over?” You chastised, before slapping him again. “Sluts don’t get to be in charge.”

Felix whined, surrendering to you, his arms dropping down beside him.

You grinned at his submission. “Good boy,” you purred as you slide your panties off and then reached to pull your shirt off. You tossed them away before caressing your breasts, rolling your nipples between your fingers. Felix longingly looked up at you, his eyes traveling to your breasts. You knew he wanted to touch them, so you teased him some more, moaning as you played with your breasts.

Felix reached up to grasp them, but you slapped his hands away. You looked down at him, letting out a tsk.

“Lix has been naughty again. I think I need to tie you up.” You said as you got up to grab a scarf from your bag.

Felix shook his head, mumbling about how he’ll be good and take his punishment, but you ignored his pleas, as you found what you were looking for. You took both his hands and tied them together, before lifting them above his head and tying them to the bed post. You looked at the boy beneath you, his cock hard and leaking against his abs, the same abs thousands were screaming for earlier in the night.

“Now, sit there as I use you slut,” you said, grabbing his cock and stroking it, your hand moving quickly up and down his shaft. You leaned down to wrap your lips around the tip, pressing your tongue against his slit. Felix bucked his hips, as he loudly moaned, his hands straining against the restraints. You bobbed your head, hollowing out your cheeks, taking his cock to the hilt, the tip kissing the back of your throat.

You fondled his balls, causing him to cry out. You thought he was being too loud, so you released his cock with a pop and reached over to grab your panties.

“Open up,” you said, watching as Felix opened his mouth without complaint. You stuffed your panties into his mouth, effectively gagging him. Satisfied, you shuffled back down, grasping his cock in your hands once more. You rocked your hips against his member, the hard appendage easily sliding between your lips from the amount of slick gushing out of your pussy.

You let out a groan at the feeling, pressing his tip into your clit when you thrusted upwards. Your eyes settled on your lover, watching as more tears fell from his eyes, his moans muffled. You grinned before lifting your hips up and sinking onto his cock, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. You let out a sigh at the feeling. You braced yourself, placing your hands on his chest before bouncing on his cock, taking him to the hilt each time, the sound of skin on skin echoing throughout the room.

Felix thrashed underneath you as your walls engulfed him over and over. You let out a laugh, watching him struggle. You leaned over him as you continued to use his cock, the new angle hitting your sweet spot with each thrust. You looked Felix in the eyes, watching as tear after tear fell from his face. You leaned down to lick a long strip up his cheek, catching each tear. Felix groaned at this, his Adams apple bobbing with the sound.

“Look at you Lix, letting me use you like the little slut you are,” you cooed, holding his face in your hand, your pace never faltering as you took his cock over and over.

“If your fans could see you now. Not so big and bad are you?” You smirked before releasing his face. You could tell he was close, the need to cum apparent in the way he moved beneath you, attempting to buck his hips into you. You sat up before riding him harder, your hips dragging to and fro against his pelvis, the hair framing his cock stimulating your clit just so. You breath hitched as you approached your high.

Felix let out a moan, muffled by your panties, causing your pussy to clench around him. With one more swivel of your hips, you came, your walls fluttering around his cock, causing Felix to cry out. You felt his cock twitch within you, his orgasm close. You gripped his throat with your hand, before squeezing, slowly cutting off his oxygen. You watched as his eyes rolled to the back of his head and body convulse, an animalistic howl falling from his mouth even with the gag, as he came, his cum spurting within you to cover your walls.

You let out a moan at his pleasure, squeezing his throat once more before releasing it. You watched as he slowly came down, his eyes searching yours. You grinned and removed your panties from his mouth before pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Good job baby,” you praised before getting up, his now softened cock sliding from your walls. You released his hands from the bed before untying them, rubbing the skin between your hands. You took Felix into your arms, holding him close, running your hands through his hair.

Felix slowly came to, as his flexed each of his joints.

“That was hot babe,” Felix murmured as he snuggled closer into you.

You hummed in agreement. “Are you ok Lix?” You asked, you voiced laced with concern, you were pretty hard with him after all.

“Mmhmm…yes,” Felix replied, his breathing getting slower as he started to drift off.

“I’ll always be your slut,” Felix said, “only yours.”

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[cthulhus-curse]

Guiding Light

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 2,128

Warnings: Milf!Stepmom!Wanda, Wanda’s Stepdaughter!Natasha, Neighbor!Reader (called Master), Strap-Ons, Cockwarming, Punishments, Dildos, Praise, Dacryphilia, Degradation, Exhibitionism, D/S Dynamics, Mommy Kink, Infidelity | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: When Wanda fails to discipline the pet, it’s up to you to show Natasha the importance of good behavior.

“Will you forgive her if she misbehaves?”

You chuckled at the absurdity of the question, shaking your head without daring to say a word as you believed it to be in jest. Upon turning around, realizing her expression was serious with eyes darting out the window, you frowned. “Of course not. She wanted to be mine and if she can’t handle the consequences of her actions, then maybe she doesn’t deserve to be owned.”

Wanda knew it was fair. She had enough training under your hand for years to understand the severity of misbehavior, but as she watched out the kitchen window into the backyard, seeing her stepdaughter getting rather close with one of her friend’s daughters, she couldn’t help but shudder. The punishments that their master gave out weren’t kind. If you were in a good mood then at the very least she’d be given the benefit of being looked at by you, but the pain which you could elicit over Natasha was tedious, one which even Wanda knew firsthand.

“She’s so small,” Wanda commented, shifting to the side as you joined her by the window. As the guests danced and socialized in her backyard, her husband, Natasha’s father, being one of the few who sat back playing cards, the two id you remained inside. She was to finish dishes for the dinner service, a trusty housewife who adored her place, while you were the kind neighbor who didn’t hesitate to offer help. “Basically a puppy, Y/N. It’s her first time doing something like this. I think she’s trying to make you jealous but I…”

“But?” You raised your eyebrows. A hand drifted down Wanda’s back, teasing her skin hidden behind the walk that was her sunflower dress, before landing on the swell of her ass. You cupped one of her cheeks, squeezing tight as her breath hitched. “Use your words, mommy.”

“She doesn’t know any better. Do you have to punish her?” Wanda questioned with pleading eyes that you adored seeing stricken with tears. She allowed you to grope her, to stand from behind while kneading her ass and your free hand forcefully grabbing one of her full breasts that stood perky for you. “Please, master. I promise I’ll teach her. She won’t ever do that again.”

The desperate way in which she desired to protect her stepdaughter made you chuckle. “Yeah? Oh you’re adorable, baby. Look at you trying to keep the puppy from being hurt. You have to remember that she’s a big girl, okay?” Your voice was soft as you blew it by Wanda’s ear, your front brushing against her back. “Someone needs to teach the mutt some manners. Tomorrow we’ll teach her. I know you’ll be my good girl Wanda, you always are. You’ll listen to what master says, right? You’ll help me break the pup?”

Drowning in your presence, hypnotized by the way you assaulted her body, Wanda nodded dumbly. “Yes, master. Anything for you.”

“There’s my good girl, such a pretty mommy for her puppy and master. Now come here,” you pulled her back, making Wanda giggle as she was dragged off. “You know master always wants to reward a well-behaved pet.”

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After a little over a year of seeing Wanda, you had begun adding her stepdaughter to the mix. It was never planned, but after having caught her multiple times peeking through the door of the bedroom her stepmother and father shared, hand shoved down her messy panties, you were sure to do something about it. She had cutely threatened to tell her dad once as a means to be accepted under your embrace. Although it brought a chill down Wanda’s back, you simply laughed in Natasha’s face — the poor girl that shook her head and pouted before giving in, forcing herself on her knees to receive the same treatment as her stepmom.

Alexei was a beacon of the little community in Westview — a wonderful father, a great husband, and a man who unknowingly lost both his wife and daughter to the next door neighbor who only had to so much as move a finger for the women to drop to their knees.

Always one to keep your promises, you waited until he was out of town the following day. At first it had hurt to see him kiss Wanda goodbye before hugging his daughter and going on his merry way, but as time went on you found yourself amused by it. Many times Wanda came running to you, practically begging you to get his smell off of her, to kiss her until all she could remember was that she was owned by you, her face nuzzled against your chest as she ignored the wedding ring on her hand when you slipped inside her.

Wanda had hastily dragged Natasha out of the house and to yours. You had heard them on the previous night, the older woman anxiously reminding her stepdaughter, who carried feigned confidence, of the rules which she ignored and would receive a punishment for. As much as Wanda tried to warn her, the redhead wouldn’t listen.

“You need to do as master says,” Wanda reminded her stepdaughter, pulling her into your bedroom. She hesitated for a second, eyeing you with desire as you sat back by the edge of the bed, carefully stroking a bulbous blue dildo attached to your hips. It was meant for her, she knew that much – the pride that swelled in her chest knowing she had been good, that master was pleased with her behavior, made the woman shudder with joy. “On your knees, Natalia. Don’t speak unless spoken to and don’t you dare try to fight it, okay? I know you’re a good girl, baby. Show master that.”

“Yes, mommy,” came Natasha’s voice. The tone was shaky, her eyes never meeting your own as she tugged off her clothes, knowing already to settle on the floor hovering over a dildo with a suction cup supporting it in place. It was much bigger than what you previously gave her, but the young college student knew not to question it. “I’ll be good for you, master.” She stared at you intently. “I’m really sorry for misbehaving, but I promise it won’t happen again. ‘M a good puppy.”

“Fucking pathetic,” you shook your head at that. It amazed you to see how easily your two pets sprung into action, pulling off their clothes and throwing them on a pile, Natasha knowing to take her place as a mutt on her knees for you while Wanda stood waiting, beginning to jerk off your lube-coated cock. “You’re nothing but a stupid slut. Do you really think that you can whore yourself out like that? Someone needs to be reminded who she belongs to.”

“But master-”

“Natalia,” Wanda warned, giving her stepdaughter a snide look. “I’m sorry, master. My little one just doesn’t know any better.”

Opting to show mercy was not something you typically did. If anything you were sure to use every ounce of fury you had within you. During the early days of Wanda’s training it would end with her backside entirely sore, her skin carrying nasty bruises that she proudly took as a response for her misbehavior. Although you desperately wished to do the same to Natasha, the redhead’s adorable pleas for forgiveness tugged at your heartstrings.

Taking in Wanda’s body always fueled your pride for her. At times you wondered how her husband dared despise it, how he stared down at rolls across her stomach, stretch marks running down breasts and thighs, and saw disgust. She had told you all about it, how he didn’t dare so much as look at her without grimacing. Such a wondrous pet deserved all the love and affection, which is exactly what you’d forever offer her.

“It’s so big,” Wanda commented as she straddled your hips, your hands guiding her over your cock. There was always uncertainty within her. With slow moments she attempted to catch her breath, to remind herself this is where she belonged. She didn’t see herself with the beauty that resided in your eyes upon gawking at the woman. With her cunt rubbing against the tip of your dick, she licked her lips. “Can I have it, master?”

“Yes, mommy. Anything for my best girl,” you told her. Carefully you carried her heart with a tenderness only shown to those who behaved. Natasha cried out for you, slapping the floor with hands turned to fists as she rubbed herself against the dildo. “And I don’t want to see you move, little whore. You’ll be a good mutt and warm the little toy, alright? Or are you too dumb to understand what I’m saying?”

Natasha shook her head at that. While you took the time to ease into Wanda, your cock bulging against her cunt, your mindless animal bawled her eyes out. Each little tear carried great responsibility – always so much more than what she could carry. Plump lips flushed with embarrassment, a humiliation she held onto against her chest while slowly sinking down over the dildo.

A green eyed monster struck Natasha’s soul. As much as she adored and worshiped the ground her stepmother waltzed through, she held dismay against her. Seeing her being thrusted into by you forced every drop of bile to rise up her throat. She wished to be good, to be treated as though she was a princess only meant to please her master. Her brattiness always dissuaded her. With the push in the right direction perhaps she could someday find herself back in your good graces.

“Look at how pretty she looks,” you pointed out Natasha’s sobs as she sank on the dildo which stuffed her to the brim. She wasn’t allowed to move a muscle, to speak unless previously being given permission. The torturous wave of arousal which overtook her being, her cunt throbbing each second that passed, urged more tears to slap themselves down her face. “Hmm such a pretty puppy when she’s crying for me.”

You took your time exploring Natasha’s weaknesses via the attention you gave her stepmother. The stench of sex piled in the room, your fingers digging into Wanda’s waist as you pumped her pussy full of your cock. She knew how to take it, how to follow your movements as though you were one, how to moan loudly against your ear while begging you to keep going until she was spent – and if you wished to use her after that, she could never fault you for it.

Wanda’s compliance swelled your heart. She gripped your shoulders and nuzzled her face against the crook of your neck – a home of sorts she claimed. “Fuck me harder, please,” she begged. The sounds of her own moans alongside the wet noises her pussy made when harshly fucked fueled your desire to keep going.

Natasha found it impossible to tear her eyes away from Wanda’s cunt, watching in awe while warming the dildo, remaining frozen in place, as you stretched out deliciously velvety walls. For a moment the sight piqued her curiosity. Her mommy must taste delicious, she mused. Perhaps the two of them could practice together as a means to prepare themselves for master behind closed doors.

“You’re such a good girl, Wanda. Always taking master’s cock like a well behaved kitten.” You slapped a hand over her ass, causing the woman to squeal with a mix of surprise and desire. “You’ll always be my pretty kitty. Master’s proudest possession.”

The benefit of release was never given to Natasha no matter how much her insistent groans silently begged for it. You spent countless hours throwing Wanda over the bed with forcefully pried apart legs, taking away every ounce of sanity she had left and making it your own. She kept begging for more, pleas which you gleefully complied with.

By the end of the night the two were spent, Wanda slumped over the bed attempting to thank you for so much as touching her, but her voice only coming as an incoherent mumble. You felt pity for Natasha as she remained kneeling on the floor with a bulge on her stomach. Dragging her onto the bed beside her stepmother was a risky move, although she was sure to profusely apologize even as you drew an orgasm from her dripping pussy with your hand.

“I’ll be good,” she promised with heavy eyelids, juices running down her slick thighs that you slapped. “I want to be your best puppy.”

You hummed at her exhausted enthusiasm, your cock dripping with Wanda’s essence pressed against her lower back. “You better,” came your low whisper against her ear. “Or else I’ll make sure you behave. It won’t be hard to break a stupid whore like you.”

[gay-dorito-dust]

okay so y/n is secretly a god of keeping an eye on this gravity falls universe and is trying to protect the kids because she's seen how they died so many times and full on just breaks down in front of Stan and ford telling them

Ngl this was kinda shit

You don’t know how much more you could take of having beer witnessed to so many timelines where the twins died far too young.

You didn’t know how much more of their suffering you were forced to watch on the sidelines while being reminded by beings of a power far greater than yours that there was to be no divine intervention. None whatsoever as it was a taboo amongst gods and was punishable by having the elder gods remove your immortality and take away any and all divine powers from you.

You didn’t care about the consequences of your own actions when you fled from your home in hopes of helping Dipper and Mabel survive one timeline, to grow older and live long happy lives unlike their alternate selves that you couldn’t save. You were sick and tired of seeing the same end result for the Pine twins timeline after timeline after timeline. This time it was going to be different, and you were going to make sure of it as you watched through the bark of trees as they ventured off on their next monster of the week, always coming back to the shack unscathed.

‘Hey great aunt/ grunkle y/n!’ They’d both greet you with wide smiles despite their messy appearances.

‘You two looked like you had some fun today. Find anything investing to share?’ You’d ask them but you already knew the answer. You had used your power to ward off the sneaky pack of Direwolves from mauling the kids and grant them a quick escape, a victory unfortunately not shared by their alternate selves, who never came back from the encounter. You still remembered the pained screams as they were deeply etched into your subconscious, keeping you awake at night.

The twins shared a look as thought debating whether or not to tell you, only to mentally agree on the later as they both looked back at you and said in unison; ‘nope! Just some scrapes and cuts, nothing interesting at all!’ Before they left to go to their room. As soon as they left the smile of your face faltered as you let out an uneven sigh, your hands covering your eyes as you softly wept into them, not understanding how cruel life must be to condemn the sweetest and bravest children you knew to countless deaths with each one being worse then the last.

You didn’t care that you’d be punished for your actions, you didn’t care that you’d be ridiculed and berated by the elder gods for being too human for a god, but you would much rather risk it all if it meant that all your effort and energy would bring forth a timeline where the twins emerged victorious; They deserved as much.

‘I can’t let it happen again.’ You whispered to yourself.

You must’ve been too occupied by the turmoil inside your own head that you didn’t hear the sound of footsteps came towards you, nor noticed that whoever was walking towards you had now sat themselves on either side of you until a hand was placed on your shoulder were you finally drawn back to reality.

‘Are you okay? Dipper and Mabel said they could hear you sobbing.’ Ford said and you saw that both he and Stan had come to check on you.

‘I can’t.’ You muttered.

‘Can’t what?’ Stan asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

‘I can’t watch them die again, not this time.’ You said as you wiped your eyes clean of tears. ‘I’ve watched enough of the same story come to violent and unfair endings and got told that’s just how the way things are.’

Ford and Stan shared a look, not knowing the best course of action to take in order to comfort you when you were talking in vague and ominous riddles. So Ford gently moved you so that you were looking at him directly, ‘what do you mean by that? Who’s them?’ You breathed in deeply as you mustered up the strength to tell Ford and Stan a truth you’ve been keeping to yourself in order to keep them all safe, but the Pines Family were a curious bunch and couldn’t help but be drawn to things they shouldn’t, while also having strange things be drawn to them in vice versa.

‘I haven’t been all that truthful about who I am and I only did so for a good reason, to keep you all safe.’ You said as you held onto Ford’s arms while looking between him and Stan, ‘I’m a deity who came here to Gravity Falls after bearing witness to multiple timelines where Dipper and Mabel don’t make it out alive from their encounters with the anomalies of this very town. I’ve risked everything to be here, even my own powers and immortality to keeping these kids safe in hopes of seeing the fruits of my labour be proven fruitful.’ You continued your admittance as you saw the conflicting emotions cut across their faces the more you spoke of your true origin.

‘What do you mean that dipper and Mabel die in each timeline you’ve seen?’ Stan then asked, his face set in agitation, ‘you’re a god aren’t you? Couldn’t you just have intervened and save them regardless? I thought you gods were meant to be omnipotent or whatever?’

‘That’s not how it works, is it.’ Ford said as he was slowly putting the pieces together while his thumbs caressed your shoulders reassuringly.

‘No.’ You said softly as a new wave of tears started to cascade down your cheeks. ‘The elder gods decreed long ago to forbid divine intervention of all kinds. They claim that there was nothing that can be done to change what has already been foreseen, but I couldn’t do it.’ You whimpered as you looked at Stan. ‘I just couldn’t when I knew that I could at least change one timeline, just one. Im sorry.’ You finished as Stan and Ford felt their hearts hurt for you, a god who was going against their entire way of life to keeping their grand niece and nephew safe, all the while feeling immense guilt consumed you from the inside out over the other realities.

Stan then moved so that he was just as in your line of sight as Ford was and began to wipe away some of your tears with his thumb. ‘I guess that explains all those times I’ve seen you silently stare out into the woods.’ He began jokingly as everything leading up to now started to make sense, how you’d always put yourself between the children and any potential danger or how you’d watch over them like a hawk and making sure they were in your line of sight no matter what as though afraid that something terrible would happen if they weren’t. ‘Thank you for everything you’ve done for them sweetheart, but it’s time you took care of yourself just as well.’ Stan then adds as he and Ford escorted you back into the shack, much to your confusion as you looked between them.

‘I cant! I have to make sure-‘

‘The twins are fast asleep in their beds y/n. They’re safe, you have done enough for today. Now if it time for you to rest.’ Ford gently reprimanded you as you suddenly began to feel the weight of fatigue that you had been putting off for several days now.

‘Yeah don’t go worrying yourself so much, or else you’ll get grey hairs like me and point Dexter over here. Let us take over once in a while okay honey?’ Stan says as he and Ford tried to get your mind off of your mission when they both saw just how much you’ve run yourself into the ground, how reluctant you were to relinquishing control and allowing yourself to rest up from the countless days of no sleep nor sustenance. They were pretty sure you hadn’t looked at yourself in a mirror to know just how badly you looked, nor the haunted you seem to get in your eyes now and then as though you were recalling traumatic events.

‘But-‘

‘Nope.’ Stan interrupted.

‘Can’t I just-‘

‘I’m afraid we can’t let you do that. God or not, you need rest. We’ll keep the kids safe in your stead.’ Ford cuts you off this time as he and Stan managed to wrangle you into bed after a brief struggle where you realised just how badly your limbs ached snd screamed with a desire to rest or how your eyelids felt heavier then lead.

‘Promise?’ You asked them sleepily.

Stan pressed a soft kiss to your forehead while Ford squeezed your hand reassuringly. ‘We promise, you’ve done your part so please, let us do ours.’

[hotchfiles]

“ DOOMED ー +18, mdni

ー aaron hotchner x fem!BAU!reader.

ー summary: three times he tells you he's leaving haley and the one time he does it.

ー content: angst, cheating, allusions to sex, crude words, ooc!hotch in the sense he would not be a cheater. NO HAPPY ENDING.

ー w/c: 1.4k

ー a/n: pain, cheating and guilt are my favorite emotions.

This is not a love story. But it began with shared cigarettes and a confession.

I - COME SHOVE ME OVER THE EDGE

"I think Haley is cheating on me." He's not looking at you as he says it, eyes on his feet as he takes a particularly long drag of his cigarette ー one of yours he asked for, you didn't even know he smoked until that very moment, but the way he held the white poison between his fingers and let only part of the smoke leave his nostrils showed you it wasn't his first time.

It's good he isn't looking as you aren't able to mask how wide your eyes opened, completely shocked at first, but it isn't the shock you wished to mask, the following shrug of your shoulders was the bad reaction to such confession. It shocked you because Haley was obviously in love with the man by your side, but then ー it made sense. Loneliness is a powerful motivator for the vastest of actions. And working with Hotch it was easy to see Haley was lonely.

"Complete silence wasn’t the reaction I was expecting."

"And what were you expecting?"

"Not entirely sure. Empathy? Pity?"

You grin to yourself more than to him, if he wanted one of those, he would've gone to one of the other girls. "Don't feel those when I see consequences catching up to the actions deserving of them." Hadn't he complained about your silence you wouldn't be so blunt. But it was almost like he was teasing you, hoping you would bite back.

You hear the air come out of his nose and he coughs part of the smoke he was about to inhale, surprised but amused at your response. Truth be told, part of him needed that, needed some sort of punishment, or so he felt. It's why he went to the roof after you to smoke, and not Emily.

"I think I'm gonna file for divorce," he says after some minutes of silence, watching as you put your cigarette out by throwing it on the floor and stepping on it.

"That's probably wise." It's a short reply to end a short conversation ー one you didn't really wanna participate in. You and Hotch aren't friends. He's your boss. Has been for six months, and by now you made it obvious to everyone that you enjoyed being alone and treating the job as what it is: A job.

As a young new female agent, fresh out of the academy you were designated to the white collar division. It wasn't as physically dangerous, but there you were forced to shut others out, the competitiveness and misogyny made it impossible to have them as family.

The BAU is different, but old habits die hard, especially the ones you gathered as protection.

II - YOU KNOW THAT I'M IN LOVE WITH THE MESS

Aaron teases you, breathless telling you he melted your icy heart, you let him know your heart is as icy as three months ago.

His fingers grip on your hips with much more strenght than before, it hurts in the best way and you know there will be red marks there in the morning as a treat and reminder. He uses the newfound support to thrust up into you, setting a new pace, faster, relentless, no warning.

You can't react any other way, a loud moan escaping your lips as your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders, a muttered curse leaves his just before a smirk is plastered on his face, amused at your pleasure.

"Sounds melted to me." 

Replying to that is useless, so you don't. Enjoying the feeling of his body against yours and him throbbing inside of you holds more importance than protecting your ego.

You brought him home, the sanctity of your bed now tainted by your sins, so he wasn't wrong, he was melting your heart, finding a place for him there in the depths of your soul in the past three months.

It started slow, you aren't sure if it was his intention all along, following you every time you took your smoking break, buying your cigarette brand and giving it to you as a thank you for sharing it with him, buying you coffee and talking to you. But most of all, enjoying the silence with you.

A month in he offers you a ride home, lips to yours as soon as the car reaches your street. You couldn't wait, neither could he. Fucking in the car was never comfortable, but it was hot, the look on his face when you left the car after you both came, saying goodbye instead of inviting him inside was completely worth it.

In the daze of your desire you didn't even notice his wedding band intact on his finger. It became more apparent with time, so much so he began taking it off before meeting you in hotels. He thinks he does it for your sake, but you know it's actually for his own.

He feels guilty. You wouldn't like him as much if he didn't. But it would make things easier if he didn't have reason to be feeling that way.

"I talked to a lawyer last week." He gets sappy after sex, hands caressing your body with feather-like touches, promises made in loving tones you pretend not to hear. You know your place too well to show how easily swayed you are by him. You hum in reply, nodding into his naked chest. "I'll just wait for Jack's birthday to pass, I want to spend one last birthday without the weight of the divorce. Then I am all yours."

You try not to care, but you do. And worse than that, you believe him.

III - WHEN IT RAINS IT FUCKING POURS

You are angry and embarrassed, but mostly you just feel so humiliated it physically hurts both your head and your heart. Alone in a conference room, all you can do is think and relive how stupid the situation was and estipulate about what everyone was thinking about you.

A nice good-looking cop flirted with you, and you weren't bothered by it, you even flirted back lightly, nothing serious about it and it wouldn't come to anything, you weren't looking to date anyone. It was innocent and you are single.

Aaron didn't see it that way. Made a huge deal of it, told you and the guy off for not paying attention to the case and the way he looked at you... Your colleagues are profilers, the deal was to act normally, and now you know they know it.

It's not like you're the type to care too much about societal morals but the newest team member that doesn't open up ends up sleeping with the boss. No need for any profile course to know the type of assumptions to be made.

You may not care about much, but you care about your job and being seen as less than capable for taking your boss' cock every other day was not in your plans.

You can't even make a scene. Morally wrong women helping men cheat don't get to make a scene.

You get to wallow alone. That's your prize.

That and an explanation text as you won't be alone with the other for a while in favor of professionalism.

I'm sorry. l got overly jealous.

It's hard seeing you smile like that at someone else.

But soon it'll be just us and when you're officially mine everyone will know it.

Everyone will know it. You can only scoff at that. As if his jealousy fit masked as concern for the case wasn't enough for your team of profilers. Everyone knew now. No going back. From ice queen to office whore in a blink, all for a man who has been promising to leave his wife for almost an year now with no actions to keep such promise, nothing to prove his intentions but your trust to his words.

IV - NOT WORTH SAVING IT

You are on your annual leave when he finally does it, signs the papers Haley served him. The fact she was the one to file should be clue enough, but it took the excruciating knowledge of how long it was taking him to sign the damn thing to snap you out of his grasp.

It's just a coincidence, a bitter one to him at that, that Strauss handed your transfer papers and substitutes' files on the same day he signed and mailed back his divorce papers.

He tries to call you, goes to your house but traveling for your AL was your plan for that reason. You didn't want to talk, didn't want his honey-dipped words and warm hands to blur your good sense.

It's done. You are done. There's no way back, you were doomed from the start.

[veyette]

I agree on c!dream's actions not being excusable.

But to be clear, I don't think the finale stream was supposed to excuse anything either. Then again this seems to be your take, I'm not sure if you were complaining about people taking it that way? Or if you think the finale shouldn't have had that conclusion?

It was more to say that actions come from somewhere and if you never stop to think : why is this cycle of revenge still going on and how can I break it ? then you stay stuck.

Unexcusable actions can be done to you. You can make unexcusable actions in return. Sometimes you don't make unexcusable actions but you still make yourself get back in situation where you'll be victimised.

And the answer is not how to get revenge on those actions (even if it can be sweet) but how to limit the damage and break the spiral of violence.

Which is also why the dsmp repeating itself as soon as the nuke hit, the eggpire fight and the unseen XD vs c!Eret, c!Foolish and company is so poetic (plus the reference to c!Karl's maze episode where it almost explicitly said "you were so focused on getting the cheese you didn't look to get out of the maze") : because at the only point in time where someone finds the strength to look past what they lived through to look at the bigger picture and start on bettering the system as a whole, it gets reset because that was the actual end of the dsmp : starting to listen to each other and find common ground even if it means letting go of rightfully deserved anger.

I understand c!dream's motivations but they are not excusable. Will never be an apologist like BE SO FR.

EVEN C!BBH IS MORE EXCUSABLE! CUZ HE WAS LITERALLY MIND CONTROLLED BY FUCKING SEASON 2 OF STRANGER THINGS.

He just had beef with a teenager and in the process of that beef HE DESTROYED the friendships that he wanted so much to "have back".

Then idk dude, don't give the crown to one of your best friend that you promised you will reign the server with and then take it from him under the pretext that you're doing this to protect him. (And by doing this also losing Sapnap cuz he was totally against this and he knows LOYALTY.)

Let's be honest, did he do that only to protect George? NO! HE DID IT TO HAVE TOMMY ALONE IN EXILE! HE ONLY CARES ABOUT POWER AND CONTROL. AS IF THOSE THINGS COULD BRING BACK "the good old days."

And this was before prison!!! Before his psyche was fucked even more by the daily torture (that btw I disagree with)

Idk yall the last stream of the dsmp doesn't excuse anything, Tommy didn't forgive Dream because WHY would he.

I could give a much nuanced version of this, one more detailed and precise but its aaaa looot so yeah.

[whumping-in-the-dark]

~Fun Things To do With Your Whumpee~

CW: dehumanization, general cw for torture, manipulation, drugging, etc etc

So, just got a new whumpee? Or maybe you're looking for ways to engage with an old one? Either way, some of these may prove useful to you :)

Don't do any of these irl. I'm watching you >:(

If you consider yourself a 'nice' intimate whumper~

1. Good ol' freezing the shit out of your darling whumpee so that they cling onto you for some warmth :)

2. No? How about sensory deprivation? If you use it the right way they'll be putty in your arms in no time :)

3. Some good isolation works wonders too! Pair that with starvation, thirst, heat/cold, etc and you've got yourself a treat :)

4. Maybe your whumpee is just oh so stubborn :( but that's nothing a nice little drug dosage (or about nine) can't fix :)

5. Finally, if nothing else works :( just beat them up and then treat their wounds. Show them that YOU are the only source of comfort in their silly little life! It's a little more time consuming than others but frankly more long-lasting too :)

6. Here's a bonus round- paralysis! tie them up and watch a movie together! gags gags gags!! for all the back talking you'd hate for them to do! tattoo your name onto them! brand your initials onto them! and soo much more!!

OR

If you consider yourself a more stoic whumper~

1. Either keep them on a strict schedule or no schedule at all, whichever is more convenient for you :)

2. Force them to do your house chores and then punish them for not doing them properly (yay!) :)

3. Force them to pick their own punishments or maybe pick out how many of X they will have to endure! If they go too easy on themselves just punish them more :)

4. Force them to clean up all of the blood and gore once you're done torturing them. After all they are the ones who made that mess in the first place :)

5. Force them to address you respectfully, thank you after every torture session, give verbal answers each time, etc :)

6. Here's another bonus round- hose them down instead of giving them a shower! keep the naked or half-naked all times! NEVER use their name! collars collars collars!! Bonus points if they are shock collars with 'slave' tags! And soo much more!!

OR

If you consider yourself to be a pure let's torture the shit out of this whumpee kinda whumper... well~

HEY

WAIT

:0

MAJOR

torture and gore tw for this one~

it's the last one so skip it if you'd like~

1. Make sure they KNOW the consequences of their actions- do you pour hot glass/wax/etc into their ear for not listening to you? do you burn their tongue for talking back? or sew their eyes shut for glaring at you? :)

2. Track every torture session you put them through to find ways to slowly drag it out and increase their tolerance. After all, do they really deserve to faint when you're having so much fun with them? :)

3. Force feed them at all times or feed them icky liquids or pastes or maybe cut open their stomach and directly force food in through a tube? :)

4. Rub salt into their wounds! Pour alcohol over their wounds! Press into every little welt and twist your fingers into those cuts! :)

5. What? Still bored? Just pierce any body part of theirs you'd like and hook them up to the ceiling with that! do they get to stand on their toes? You choose that :)

6. A bonus round for y'all too ofc- manhandle them around by their hair! film their torture sessions to show them off to them later! pictures pictures pictures!! cages cages cages!! Torture their loved ones in front of them! Or force them to torture their loved ones! And soo much more!!

Feel free to suggest any additions :)

[chrissdollie]

how tough are you now? - sub!m.s

summary: your boyfriend thought he could get away with misbehaving, so you teach him a lesson

warnings/notes: smut, mdni + ageless blogs dni, mommy kink, sub!matt, fingering, teasing, bondage, sorta mean dom!reader, NOT PROOFREAD, lowercase intended wc: 1.1k

matt trying to make you jealous was a joke-- a very poor joke. you think you've been very kind. kind enough to let him play a role in public. the role of being the dominant partner, the one in control. but big brawn matthew's gotten a little too out of hand. he's obviously very terrible at flirting, you can tell just by watching him attempt to sway some random whore at a party. you should've rejected him when you had the chance. you grin at your mean joke and overall keep it to yourself. (your boyfriend is one of the sensitive ones.) however, you're not in the mood to be nice. as the targeted girl walks away from your man, you roll your eyes, annoyed. no matter, you'll deal with her another day.

you walk over to matt with a calm, unprovoked look on your pretty face. he clicks his tongue to the roof of his mouth. "what?" he spits, folding his tattooed beefy arms to be appear all manly. you raise both eyebrows and grab him by his shirt, lowering him so your mouth is at his ear. you can see his throat bob when he swallows hard. you smirk with a scoff, "you're in so much trouble when we get home."

you get back home over an hour later still ticked off. you drag matt by his shirt to your shared bedroom where you throw him onto the bed roughly. he looks up at you in suprise, never having you treat him like this before. looks like good boy's gone bad now that he's enjoying himself. but not for long on your watch. matt leans himself onto his elbows, his legs slightly spread.

you huff and pout your shiny lips dramatically before biting down gently. "you- you've made mommy so sad. i think you deserve to be punished, naughty boy." you slowly begin to peel off his clothes as he watches you in mesmerization, captivated by your teasing antics. once you finally get the last piece of clothing off, you give him a small smile, ushering him to lean against the headboard. he obliges with pinched eyebrows, wondering what's going to happen. your good boy doesn't make a single noise as you reach under the bed for your special box.

you pull out cute pink silky restraints and immediately grab matt's right wrist, tying it to the headboard. he watches with his mouth open into an 'o' as you move to the other side to tie the other. you smugly grin at the sight of him, naked and tied up-- meanwhile you're still fully dressed. "how tough are you now?" you smirk. a part of matt feels shy, he's never felt so exposed before. normally your clothes are off before his since he's the one trying to please you, but the spotlight's on him now.

you sigh, shrugging off your jacket. you hear a quiet little hum from the bed. "'m sorry, mommy." matt mutters shamefully. "jus wanna make you feel better now." he nibbles on his lip when he's finished. you smirk. "you thought you could be a brat tonight and still get to touch me? oh, baby." you chuckle meanly, a small pout forming on his face. you fully undress and cautiously step towards the bed, laying down much too slow for matt's liking. "mommy doesn't think you should be rewarded for your misbehavior" is all you say before trailing your fingers down to in between your legs, rubbing small circles gently. matt's eyes widen when he realizes the consequences to his actions.

you press your lips together to muffle your soft moans, rubbing harder against your sensitive clit, wetness beginning to leak onto your digits. your mouth opens when your fingers push into your entrance, pulling them out just to be shoved back in right after. matt writhes against the headboard uncomfortably, desperately needing to help you.

"mommy pleasee.. i wanna touch you."

you continue to whine as your fingers pound in and out of your pussy. matt bites into his lip harshly. "fuck- baby, please." he begs, unconsciously bucking his hips into the air. "oh, gosh!" you cry out, releasing everywhere. your boy's whimpering with small tears forming in his eyes. you groan, snatching your panties up off the bed and shoving them into his mouth. "bad boys don't get to talk." his blue orbs blink back at yours. "don't look at me like that, you deserve to be punished." you grab his face, feeling the underwear pushing against his cheeks. your breathe heavily until you push yourself against him, your tits squishing on his chest, him immediately whining in response.

"shh, baby, i know." you coo with faux sympathy. you lift yourself up slightly and move to sit on his leg, your cunt's juices pooling onto him. he groans, throwing his head back. he bucks his hips up again to find some sort of friction. you look down at his hot pink tip that almost match his flushed cheeks. you laugh, pulling your panties out of his mouth and shoving your lips onto his. the kiss quickly gets sloppy, you licking all over him as you begin to grind against his knee. you whimper into his mouth and he takes it as a sign to bend his leg, his knee going up with you. you yelp, pulling away from his mouth. his eyes travel down to your bouncing titties, licking his swollen lips.

"mommy, please. i'm so sorry baby, i'll never do it again." he whispers as he watches you rub against his leg. you lower your head to look at him and you smile, kissing his jaw. "i know. but just to be sure.."

just like that, you hop off his leg and wipe your wet lips with your finger. "next time i won't be so sweet." you threat, getting up to untie matt's bruised wrists. he huffs, but doesn't argue, though he almost forgot he was being punished. he rubs his sore wrists while you plant a loving kiss on his cheek before stepping into the bathroom to wash up. matt gets up as well, following you like a puppy when the door is shut and locked in his face. "no. you're still in trouble." you sternly hiss. he groans, rubbing his temples, sexually frustrated. "how long?"

"mm.. i dunno. maybe when i get out. depends on you though, tough guy."

tags <33 @stargirlsturniololover @junnniiieee07 @mattsneezing @freshloveee @freshsturns @emma4eva @r6diosturns @matthasmywholeheart @donthugmeimhot @blahbel668 @joanofarcily @mattscoquette @slutsturn @imsosillygoofylol

[love-byers]

(warning: long)

we should talk more about mikes choice of words in the rink o mania fight, or rather the writers choice of words

"You basically sabotaged the whole day!!"

sabotage

in case you need a reminder of what sabotage means

deliberately destroy, damage, or obstruct

mike is not just saying will was being a douche for moping, rolling his eyes, and barely talking. he's saying wills a douche because he's doing it on purpose. not even just on purpose either, he's saying will planned this. will wanted to ruin the day. mike thinks will was out to get him by withholding his friendship. obviously will wasn't doing any of this, he just moped because he felt brushed off by mike and was ignored (or so he thought).

that kind of behavior, thinking the consequences of his own actions are a planned attack against him, is very consistent with the way he acted in s3 when el dumped him and he blamed it on max.

we can connect this directly to mike's apology where he calls himself a self-pitying idiot. the self-pity is mike allowing himself to believe it's not his fault that his day sucked, that it's not his fault will is acting this way. deep down he knows it's his own fault by purposefully brushing will off at the airport, but he was being so self-absorbed and self-pitying that he convinced himself it wasn't.

"why is this on me?? why am i the bad guy??"

so lets go through this again, inferring from mike's own words.

when will left hawkins, he felt weird. he'd just spent the whole summer trying to be grown up and acting like he didn't care about dnd anymore, shutting will down and really hurting him in the process, so he probably feels embarrassed that he now feels the exact opposite. he enjoyed spending time with max, lucas, and dustin but it just wasn't the same without will. he missed will so badly that the fact that will was barely reaching out got to his head, and he felt too insecure to find out for himself. he didn't know if will felt the same way or if he was doing fine without mike, making lots of new friends and enjoying life. he was afraid he'd lost will. then here comes el with her letters saying how life is awesome and they have lots of friends. mike probably thought, oh now i'm DEFINITELY not telling him how i feel. the letter about will potentially liking a girl was the final straw. wow. so he's occupied with some girl and thats why he won't talk to me. so now mikes determined to not give will an inkling of an idea that he's bothered or that he cares. psh, mike could care less. maybe when will sees that mike totally doesn't care he'll feel like he screwed up and he'll be super nice to compensate and win mike back.

so mike gets to lenora and hey, will, i totally don't care about seeing you, see how i dodged your hug? i don't care. then he sees the painting. maybe it's not for someone he likes, maybe it's for me. here you go will, opportunity one to win back my affection.

"Uh, what's that?"

"Um, it's nothing, it's just this painting I've been working on."

"Cool."

operation-act like i don't care: EEEEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR FAILED.

LOOK at his face bro. he looks heartbroken.

from here on mike just got more and more annoyed. will isn't trying to win him back, he isn't compensating for the months of silence. he's acting sad. he's acting sad? he has the audacity to act sad after he made all these friends and left me behind?? no, this is not my fault, this is not on me. it gets under his skin in a way he can't ignore. those feelings of guilt and annoyance that will is causing mixed with his months worth of self pity and convincing himself he's not the problem leads him to another thought. he's doing this on purpose. he's punishing me. this was his plan all along. he's trying to ruin my day for no reason, because i clearly didn't do anything to deserve this.

then angela shows up and humiliates el and mike, for some insane reason, uses this as an excuse to express his anger to will, even though it had literally nothing to do with will.

"You should've told me she was having trouble."

"Well, I didn't know they were gonna be here, Mike."

"Yeah, but you knew she was having trouble for like a year and didn't tell me."

in WHAT world is this will's fault?? he had absolutely no idea el was lying until that day. and mike is blaming him? no, he's really not, he just wants a reason to express his anger without having to admit why he's angry.

"Well, I didn't know she was lying to you."

"Is that why you decided to be a douche to her all day?"

her. he's hiding behind el's name. psh, what? i don't care that you weren't talking to me, it's because of el.

el just got publicly humiliated and mike thinks now is the time to get on will and act like el's biggest problem was will not talking to her?? no way. he just doesn't want will to know that these are his feelings.

"I wasn't being a douche!"

this completely sets mike off. how dare will act all innocent after what he did to me all day? any part of him that was trying to hide that will's behavior is bothering him has been completely overridden. will purposefully withholding his attention from mike has pissed him off soooooo badly that he can't keep it to himself anymore or hide behind el.

"You were! You were! You were rolling your eyes, you were moping, you were barely talking you basically sabotaged the whole day!"

yup, thats right will. i know exactly what you're doing and i'm calling you out on it.

"Well she was lying to you, Mike! Straight to your face ever since you got here! And...and I've been a total third wheel all day it's been miserable. So sorry if I wasn't...if i wasn't smiling."

third wheel? really?

"Yeah, whatever man."

"Well what about us?"

"What?"

i imagine this is where mike shits himself. i mean he literally stops in his tracks. will is directly addressing what he'd been trying to hide his care for the whole time, them. all of a sudden after all these months, he cares about us? and it's poking at that weird feeling he had, like he missed will too much. like he was feeling too much.

"What, you're mad that I didn't talk to you? Seems like you've made it super clear you're not interested in anything I have to say."

"That's just not true."

mike says that so fast it's like a knee-jerk reaction. of course he cares what will has to say. all he's wanted all day, and all this time for that matter, was for will to talk to him. and will is blaming him?

"You called maybe a couple times. It's been a year, Mike. Meanwhile El has like a book of letters from you."

now mike's defense is kicking in. he feels like will is directly picking at that feeling. the weirdness. the fact that he feels differently for will than the rest of his friends, even his girlfriend.

"That's because she's my girlfriend, Will!"

"And us?"

now the alarms are going off. he knows something. "us" for will in this moment is just their friendship. "us" for mike is something more, because that's what's been brewing in him the whole time they've been apart. internalized homophobia in 3..2..

"We're friends! We're. Friends."

"Well, we used to be best friends!"

oh. he was just talking about our friendship. i was tweaking a little bit. and...ouch. will just officially said they aren't best friends anymore. and he's blaming it on mike. but mikes defenses are still up high.

"Well...well maybe you should've reached out more, I don't know! But why is this on me? Why am I the bad guy?!"

then will is lost for words, and he just look sad. and as mad as mike is, he hates seeing will that way.

i imagine the day or two between this and his apology, mike went over this fight in his mind multiple times. and the more he thought about it, the more he realizes, ah shit. i was way too in my head and this was completely one sided. will wasn't plotting against me, i just felt so bad for myself i convinced myself i did nothing wrong. all this because i thought he found new friends and i felt bad for myself. and now i've lost my best friend and made him feel like all of it is his fault. i have to let him know it's all on me.

tldr: mike is weird and gay.

[serpenlupus]

About Wyll and his horns (and what they mean)

Let's say I was writing a part of my Tav's story with Wyll directly connected to the dialogue he has during the tiefling party, and while struggling with this bit, I've realized there's quite a few misconceptions floating around. I felt compelled to add information to the table that might clear them, so here we go.

First, what exactly happens to Wyll when he disobeys Mizora in act one? Well, he doesn't get turned into a devil, he certainly doesn't get turned into a tiefling, he's not a half fiend, not a demon, none of that. Wyll stays human, but he has horns and red eyes (and other features we can't see on his model as of now).

(Everyone has their race listed, Wyll's remains "Human")

This is because when a warlock fails to uphold some part of their contract they can suffer a certain number of consequences, Wylls is “The character grows horns, a tail, or some other devilish features that can't be removed by any means short of divine intervention. As long as these marks persist the character detects as a fiend when subjected to Detect Evil and Good spells or similar magic.” ( from Baldur's Gate: Descent into Avernus, page 214)

And I’ve come across some people that think it wasn’t so bad of a punishment, that he was being racist towards the tieflings, or just not being justified in being upset after having his body forcibly changed against his will. I think they are missunderstanding just how insidious Mizora’s actions were, and here I just want to give some context to maybe bring a better understanding to the situation. Your conclusions are up to you.

Gonna start by using a not exact analogy, but I think it’s going to make the explanation easier. Stick with me for a minute.

Remember Jack Sparrow in Pirates of the Caribbean? He had a branded “P” on his arm that marked him as a pirate. A murderer, robber, criminal, etc. in the eyes of the society he was a part of. What did Jack do to earn the branding? (if you don’t know this I suggest you look up the “people aren’t cargo mate” scene) He refused to transport slaves and later freed them, and Beckett had him marked as punishment.

Then, in the first movie, he saves Elizabeth, a woman he didn’t know, from drowning. Right after however, when Norrington sees he has a branded “P”, he’s like “alright, off to jail with you, and then hanging”, no other option crosses his mind. Again, Jack doesn’t know Elizabeth, isn’t indicated to think he is going to be rewarded for helping her, he just sees a drowning person, sees that no one else is going to help, and chooses to save them. That is a pretty selfless/good aligned thing to do, for no other reason that he was the one able to do it, yet the branding in his arm overrides any good action he could ever do, marking him as a criminal for execution and no further thought.

In a way, that’s what Mizora did to Wyll; she forever visibly branded him as someone that has made deals with devils, and that in the world of DnD is a VERY BAD THING. Personally I really like the mod that gives him more devilish features, but at the same time I think there was something clever about choosing to leave him looking more human. He can’t be confused with a tiefling, he doesn’t have the ears, the claws, the tail, all those features that characterize them. He looks kind of uncanny, and that would be like a red flag for anyone in that world. (Beyond the already existing hate for tieflings that I’m not gonna tackle on here because it’s a complicated thing that deserves its own post). And Wyll wants to do good, he wants to help people, to be a positive force in the world so, so badly. This dude got abducted by a nautiloid, got tadpole’d, and the first thing he did right after that was come across the Tiefling refugees and be like “Oh you need help? No worries let me teach you self defense. Oh you being attacked by goblins? Let me blast them real quick”. His way of saying fuck you to all the awful things that have happened to him is being aggressively good and kind. Mizora knows this very well, wants to see him suffer for her amusement, wants to remind him he can't escape her claws, so her choice of punishment was to forever taint his future interactions with mistrust and suspicion. Some people can go real fast from “oh thank God they saved me” to “oh no, are they gonna rob me, are they trying to trick me, are they in cahoots with the ones that attacked me first?” just because of outward appearances. Especially in DnD world. And that deserves its own conversation, but we're focusing on Wyll here.

(Mizora, when I catch you Mizora)

“Well, maybe he shouldn’t have made a deal in the first plac- - “ He was seventeen, alone, preyed upon by Mizora and put in an impossible situation. Please PAY ATTENTION to the story you’re witnesing.

Anyway.

About the tieflings. I know it’s easy to think his words can be derisive towards them, but it’s less about the horns and more about his body being changed against his will. Imagine instead that he got half his face burned, or something that disfigured him. I think his feelings at the moment were closer to that, and yeah they are pretty insensitive words to say to someone with a similar condition (horns or disfiguration), but when feelings are fresh and raw like that it’s easy to say insensitive things. Not saying it was ok for him to say them, but there was no malice in his words. I’ve also seen some people share that they think Mizora wanted to change him more to make him unrecognizable to his original self, the Wyll Ravenguard kid, and I think there is some truth to that too. She wants to make sure that Wyll remembers that he belongs to her, there's no question to that.

(MIZORA, WHEN I CATCH YOU MIZORA)

Whether the Tieflings refugees would feel unsettled by Wyll or not? Yes. In a way, they would. From reasons aside from the ones I explained above, remember that these specific tieflings come from Elturel. If you didn’t pass the History check or don’t remember, Elturel is a city that was literally ripped from the land and dragged to Avernus, First layer of hell (it left a hole on the ground and everything) because their mayor made a deal with the Archdevil Zariel some decades back in the timeline. He sold the souls of all its citizens and the city itself.

This was probably one of the worst times of their lives. Some even got captured and forced to participate in the blood War, like Dammon as a mechanic. And after Elturel got returned to the surface, the tieflings lost their homes because they reminded the other citizens of the literal Hell they’d just gone through, and they kicked them out. And remember, they met and saw Wyll as a human, and then saw him with horns. It’s not unreasonable to think that by looking at him they would be reminded of all the events that led them to the awful situation they’re in. Because of someone that was making deals with devils, just like Wyll. Even if his situation is completely different. And Wyll knows that, that’s why he tells you the tieflings are unsettled by him and chooses to stay away during the party.

It was never just about the horns.

And I know Wyll calls himself a devil but I think it’s because it’s the closest thing he looks as; devils are a whole different race with their own intricacies, although humans can be turned into devils ONCE their souls go to Avernus and they start climbing the power hierarchy there (Mizora and Raphael are cambions/ half-devils btw, which is a different thing,  there are plenty of videos exploring those details more in depth).

Do I think Larian should have made some of this information clearer/easier to access? Maybe? but to be fair, it's a game focused and dedicated to a crowd that was already somewhat familiar with the source material, that blew up waay out of what they originally expected to reach. Hopefully they’ll add some clarifications like they did to other quests. 

Anyway these are my two cents to the conversation, have a nice day, and don't hesitate to add your two cents if you feel like it!

[princessbrunette]

just bc of that edit we need to have a drabble of dealer!jj slapping reader when she gets too bratty him and he’s so condescending about it :(

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“i’on know what’s gotten into you, honestly…” your boyfriend lazily returns from the door, after closing it — his latest customer just having left with a stock up of jj’s product.

“what?” you sulk, knees to your chest on the couch as you paint your toenails, not even looking up at him.

“um, that attitude? you must be crazy if you think i’mma let you talk to me like that infront of one of my payin’ customers.” he grins, the malicious grin pushing him cheeks up. he only laughs in that particular way when he’s actually kind of irritated, so now your attention is fully on him, screwing up the lid to the nail polish bottle and placing it aside as your toenails dry.

“didnt have an attitude, jay.” even your tone has softened a little, like you couldn’t commit to the whole bratty thing now that your actions were having consequences. he paces infront of you, running a hand through his already messy hair.

“yeah… yeah, cool— won’t mind if i punish you anyway then, right? i mean, it’s not like you don’t deserve it. we both know that.”

he’s in the shabby plaid arm chair a minute later, spreading his knees and pulling you to kneel between them.

“you’re ruinin’ the paint job i did on my toes!” you whine, bratty attitude already back as you huff and puff at his tugging.

“cry about it.” he mutters, pulling your face closer to him by cupping your cheeks. “you asked for this, ‘kay?”

“asked for what, jj—” your sass is cut off by a slap, harder than he’s ever given you before. you squeal, going to cup your cheek.

“aw, did that hurt?” he tilts his head, giving it a unsympathetic little rub before following up with a quick succession of short slaps, just to lock in the soreness of your now burning skin.

“ow, jj.” you mewl, lip wobbling. you violently flinch when he lifts his hand again.

“yeah that’s papa t’you, young lady. the hell happened to all those manners you used t’have when we first met? if i didn’t know any better i’d think i was a bad influence on your shy lil’ ass.” he grins, so smirky and proud of himself that the words slur together a little at the end. he gives you one last good one, and the sting makes you moan, brows furrowed and eyes blown out. “mhm.” comes the low hum in his throat because he knows that look all too well.

“alrighty, think you’ve had quite enough. ge’mme a beer from the fridge and i’ll call it even.” he tickles under your chin and you sniffle, running off to return with a cold can.

he adjusts the way he sits, making space for you and holds his arms out for you to curl up on his lap. “didnt hurt that much baby c’mon, don’t be a wuss.” he smirks, holding the cold can to your cheek to soothe it before cracking it open and taking a sip. he offers you some and you shake your head.

“yeah, you’re after somethin’ else, i know.” he chides, placing the drink aside and wasting no time, pulling your skirt up to rest on your stomach. when his hand pushes your thighs open and cups your cunt, he’s greeted with the feeling of wet panties beneath his fingers. “well would you look at that. all ‘cus i hit you? damn baby. messed up.”

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[drabblesandsnippets]

Imagine... ('the way the frost forms on the window')

Bucky Barnes x Plus-size female reader

December Daze Challenge - Day 14 - @the-slumberparty

Warnings: (450w) possessive Bucky (willing reader), spanking (as punishment), rough oral, implied PiV

Imagine possessive Bucky having to punish you for misbehaving. It’s the last thing he wants of course, but it’s the only way you’ll learn not to break his rules. None of your apologies or promises to do better would sway him, the consequences of your regrettable actions coming swiftly. He puts you in one of his favorite positions, your tear-stained face pressed against the mattress, your luscious ass raised high, growing redder with every resounding slap. Bucky rubs your heated skin in between the stinging smacks, soothing you with soft praises about how well you’re taking your punishment. The spankings don’t stop until your trembling body can’t handle any more, his hand stilling the second you reach your limit, his fingers tenderly brushing away your fallen tears. He’s far from done with you though, momentarily allowing you to gather your bearings, the enticing evidence of your arousal filling his senses. The pain of having to deny you pleasure only adds fuel to the fire you’ve ignited, Bucky taking his time to guide you over to the window, the noticeable frost giving him a wicked idea. Once he’s settled in an armchair in front of you, he makes you bend over and press your sore ass against the cold glass, his smile growing at your shuddering sigh. After ensuring that you know how much he loves you, that his rules are only meant to protect you and enhance your life, he forces his leaking cock past your parted lips, driving straight into your throat without warning. Your only option is to hold onto the arms of his chair, your grip tightening as he quickly picks up the pace, chasing his own pleasure, praising you the entire time. He's soon slick with your saliva, your pooling spit mixing with the fresh tears spilling over your lashes as he gags you with his thick cock. And when Bucky asks if you’re ever going to disobey him again, there’s no reprieve from his relentless thrusts, your muffled answer forcing an appreciative groan out of him.  At the very last moment, he decides not to spill himself down your throat, choosing to take pity on you instead, deciding you’re beginning to learn your lesson. That doesn’t mean he goes easy on you, taking the opportunity to remind you how good he is to you, fucking orgasm after orgasm out of you until you’re limp and in need of a much deserved break. Bucky's only priority in life is to keep you safe and happy, and as he finally cleans you up to put you to bed, he knows your promises to behave are sincere, tonight sure to keep you in line. At least for the foreseeable future.

Day 13 | Imagine... Masterlist | Day 15

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[atleasttheresthis]

There's a lot going around about the Neil Gaiman allegations, but one thing I keep coming back to is how we think about abusers in general.

@transcyberism wrote this on another post (quoting and not reblogging because I think that would hijack the original post): "Abusers look and act like normal-ass people."

I keep thinking about this because, unfortunately, abusers are normal-ass people. They're not like some alien species, they're people, with lives that, often, look a lot like yours. This doesn't mean that the things they do aren't devastatingly hurtful, or violent, and have outrageously harmful consequences. Of course they do. But the point here is that, most of the time, abusers aren't like an unknowable force for evil. They're people, and they're often motivated by the same things you are.

What I'm trying to get at here is that we are all capable of hurting each other beyond repair. I don't believe there is some innate capacity for evil and damage that abusers have and we don't, I believe the ability to cause damage resides in all of us. This doesn't mean that everybody is an abuser and everybody has caused such damage. I'm not pointing at you, the person reading this, and accusing you of being an abuser. That's not what I'm saying. But I'm saying that we all could be. Not that we have, or we're going to. But we could. Abusers are normal-ass people, and so are we. And normal-ass people hurt each other all the time, intentionally or not.

In Avatar the Last Airbender, when Toph says "it's like these people are born bad," Aang replies "no, that's not it at all. Everyone is capable of great good or great evil." I think he's hit the nail on the head. I don't believe people are born bad, and I don't believe people are born good. We are all capable of unimaginable suffering. Abusers are normal-ass people.

The reason this is important, I think, is when we consider what Lila Shapiro, the author of the Vulture article, writes about Gaiman's history with Scientology. Apparently, he was subjected to horrible things at the hands of the church and his parents when he was a child. As other people have pointed out, this is not meant to absolve him or forgive him, or even explain his actions. We're not in his head, we don't know. It's more to put his actions into context. Neil Gaiman is a normal-ass person who had horrible things done to him by other normal-ass people and did horrible things to other normal-ass people. Abuse victims abuse victims. Again, this is not meant to explain/absolve him, but to put his actions in context.

I also think we have to remember that Neil Gaiman is very likely a normal-ass person as we try and make sense of what to do next. Yes, he should face some kind of punishment; yes, his victims deserve justice; yes, we probably shouldn't make any more of his stuff into hit TV shows, and we should probably think twice about buying his books. But we can't just, like, kill him, or write him off as a one-note evil character who is completely different from us. He's not the Other Mother. He didn't do these horrible things because he's fundamentally different from us, he did these things because he is, unfortunately, a normal-ass person, just like we are.