#gentle mindfucking

[itswillowneptune]

POV: you're chained up, able to look but not touch

[novadreii]

something i don't talk a lot about on here are my chronic pain/illness problems. i guess because i try not to think about it more than i already do, and it's probably the biggest present source of anxiety for me.

when i entered my 30s a couple of years ago, after a particularly stressful year after about 10+ of them, my physical health declined pretty quickly. my hair fell out, i gained weight, my perfect eyesight suddenly wasn't one day, i had constant fatigue and brain fog. i waited out healthcare timelines and was diagnosed with the beginning stages of an autoimmune thyroid disorder right before i moved across the country and got on another waitlist. in this time i managed to improve a lot of the symptoms with lifestyle factors.

i spent the next year researching everything i could about autoimmunity and its triggers, and also about things that could improve my condition while i waited. i tried all kinds of foods and supplements, but unfortunately, stress is pretty much my number one trigger and i was in a very toxic relationship with someone who seemed determined to maximize the amount i experienced on a daily basis. i took too long to leave (6 months since the onset of the neglect, but this person had been triggering me with their unavailability for basically the entire 2ish years).

i remember fearing i'd go to sleep and never wake up from the constant chest pain my anxiety was causing me, and that was my cue to end things. but it was too late health wise--I'd already spent months crying every night and trying to control the shaky, cold sweat anxiety that accompanied me almost every minute of every day.

this basically triggered a huge flare of my illness that had added fun new symptoms (arthritis in my hands, inner ear pain, and constant, all-day muscle spasms and eye twitches. fun!). i am once again, on a waitlist, because i moved back home and had to go to the back of the line :) i have spent all summer trying to regain the progress i had made before my personal drama happened. eating right, moving my body, avoiding stressful endeavours like the plague, processing trauma in therapy head on so it doesn't fester, sleeping for the first time in probably a year and overall just resting for probably the first time since i was 15 lol. my job is a blessing because it's remote, stupid easy and relaxed, allowing me the kind of work life balance where i can heal myself while earning a living. i've complained about my job a lot, but the universe sent it to me because it knew i needed something flexible to accommodate the freakshow my life would soon become.

this is basically what i work on in therapy these days. the surrender needed to know i am doing all i can, and right now all i can do is continue to take care of myself and wait. and it's okay. i will likely see yet another patronizing mandoctor in a couple of months, and i won't be in a flare then so i won't feel so terrible, and i will finally get the meds that will help me feel normal again, what i haven't felt for coming on 5 years. it's out of my control right now, but that's not a bad thing because it's going to be okay anyways.

this process has truly helped me not identify so hard with my body. i need to stop fighting it (while taking the best care of myself as i can) and accept that it's gonna do what it wants to do. but above all, i cannot be so pressed about it because that's the one thing that makes it worse above all else. i have learned to ignore/live with a certain amount of pain; it's not always at a 9 or 10, but it spikes there sometimes but averages out to 4-6 on a daily basis. just enough to be distracting, annoying, and prohibitive of certain activities (begging my brother to do dishes because it physically hurts to use my hands. also can't cook which is a rare thing that brings me joy). i will have to ice my wrist after this. but again, i'm in a flare so it will let up eventually. and in that time i just have to let things be. a concept that was foreign to me this time last year.

[walpu]

pre-relationship stage with them

characters - Gepard, Aventurine notes- gn!reader, pining, light angst but mostly fluffy, a bit of hurt/comfort. I love blonde preservation men okay. no beta we die like the economy in my country

Gepard

Poor poor Geppie.

He pines so much. Treats his love for you like a tender flower. Even his feelings for you is something so precious to him, he's happy to simply be in love with a person like yourself.

I feel like this poor man willd try so much to do everything for you without giving away how deeply he cares and how intense his feelings are.

"Aw, lil' Geppie, you care about y/n so much!"

"I- I do not. I mean, of course I do! But- There's nothing surprising about it. After all, it's my duty as a Captain to care about every citizen. And, of course, it's my duty as a friend to care about y/n.

Sure, Gepard. Sure.

He would never say something like this to your face though. After all, he simply can't lie to you.

Oh but how he adores you. His face literally lights up when he sees you, the most gentle smile blooms on his face when he watches you doing even the most trivial task.

Tries to act like his usual self around you but it's pretty evident to everyone that you're his weak spot.

Would gently scold you if you would ever put yourself in danger or break any rules.

If you would get seriously hurt would actually lose his mind. Would blame himself even if the situation has nothing to do with him. Beats himself up, asks for your forgiveness and does his best to help you.

Despite the popular belief that he would prioritize his work over his beloved, I don't think it's true. Sure, he takes his duties seriously, but he would always find time for you. Would make sure to see you at least two times a weak, would answer your texts and calls. If you need him, would certainly be right by your side. Even if it means he would have to work overtime later.

Tease him a bit and he's all red. Doesn't try to stop you though, secretly adores your attention.

Would be oblivious to the fact that you like him back. Like. Really dense about it.

He's just so used to giving, to protecting, he simply doesn't expect anything in return. He has silently accepted the fact that you may never love him back, but he will be there for you regardless of it, no matter what.

Plus, he feels like he may not be the one for you. Like you need someone who doesn't have to constantly put their life in danger, who can always be by your side, who won't break your heart. Because he's painfully aware that each fight may actually be his last. That he may not come back to you.

Speaking of that. He would make sure to say a proper goodbye to you before every battle or expedition. Nothing too sappy or depressing, he doesn't want to make you worry, after all. Would probably tell you to take care of yourself, to sleep well and to eat healthy food lol. He really just wants to make sure that he got to see you before heading straight into the battle.

If you're a Silvermane guard as well, would restrict himself even more, not wanting to use his position or to be pushy. However, would still be worried sick, even more so. Would still talk to you before every battle, asking almost begging you to be careful.

Loves giving you head pats.

Generally the goodest boy. Just make sure to make the first move because otherwise he would be satisfied with just being your loyal puppy.

Aventurine

Good lord.

This man is such a mess.

Be ready for a mindfuck but not because he's manipulative towards you or something like that but because there's so many layers of trauma in him.

You have to be patient with him okay.

I feel like pre-relationship stage would be so confusing to him. He had flings in the past, okay? Short ones, meaningless. Something to distress, to feel another person's touch, to feel some sort of connection, no matter how shallow it is. He knew he uses those people and that those people use him in return. Not once he asked them to be gentle or caring.

But with you it's so different. Doesn't matter if your relationship started sexually and developed into something more or if it was mostly platonic/slow since the beginning. He still feels something. And he's not sure if he likes it.

Sometimes it feels so good to be seen, to be addressed as a person, not just as a tool. But sometimes it scares him. After all, this man hasn't been vulnerable with anyone for a long, long time.

I'm sorry but I feel like he would try to pull away from you a bit after realizing how much you actually mean to him.

Oh but he will crumble if you reach out to him, okay? He simply can't ditch you like that, not when you see him for him and want him for him.

Even if it's scary.

Would slowly relax around you. Don't expect him to open up easily but still, the more time you spend together, the more his cocky mask will slip away.

Will randomly and out of the blue tell you small details about his past. You two may walk down the street together and he will see something that reminds him of Sigonia so he will share this memory with you.

It may be the smallest thing but it means a lot to him that you listen. Even this tiny moments of vulnerability are hard for him.

On the more positive note, he's so fun to be around. Would tease you and cling to you all of the time. If you tease him back, he would pretend to be offended but would actually enjoy the playful banter a lot.

Just don't tease him too much about him becoming more and more clingy with each passing day.

Spoils you rotten. New clothes, jewelry, watches, shoes, anything you may want or need. He still can't quite get rid of this idea that you have to be convenient for someone to be valuable. It's not like he's trying to buy your love but... Maybe subconsciously he does. Once again, be patient. This man is so used to the fact that all of his alliances are build on mutual benefit that it's still hard to accept that you're really here for him.

Spoiler even when he will feel more stable in your relationship and his mindset will turn more healthy, gift giving will still remain one of his love languages.

Just like Gepard, would care greatly about your safety. He may be careless about his own life but never with yours.

Loves, loves, loves physical contact. As I said before, gets very clingy, putting his arm over your shoulder or tugging on your sleeve. If he's feeling down, would crawl to you side and subtly brush his shoulder against yours or lean to your side. He may still have his confident smile but those small gestures show that he wants you to be the one holding him this time.

Invades your personal space a lot actually. Texts you constantly too lmao.

LOVES SILLY NICKNAMES. Would call you his dearest darling in the sweetest voice during the most inappropriate time and then laugh at your reaction. Would settle for something more casual like "baby" when he's not trying to be a pain in the ass. Still tries to play it off as something teasing. Deep down yearns to call you this without having to pretend that this is just a playful banter between two friends.

Oh and he would dance around the topic of dating, throwing hints but never having the courage to ask openly. So good luck with him.

[youraverageaemondsimp]

“Seven Above.” // Highly Religious Dark!Aemond Targaryen x Wife!Reader

DD:DNE ;; Reader discretion is heavily advised.

WARNINGS: noncon & dubcon, forced breeding, forced beliefs, breeding kink, religious themes and psychopathic aemond, dark!aemond, misogynistic views, pressure to fit into the gender norms, forced pregnancy, multiple orgasms, brainwashing(?), mindfucking, + not proofread. PLEASE BE EXTREMELY MINDFUL OF THE CONTENT WARNINGS

Block the tag #MAE:DARK!CONTENT to refrain from seeing my dark works.

WC: 2.1k

A/N: fic contains dark content, do not proceed to read if you are easily triggered or find the topics mentioned above triggering. // dividers by @cafekitsune

Aemond was a man of the faith of the seven

He was extremely religious, his mother’s belief in the faith has also made him follow it, though he studied about dragons and old gods of Valyria, he didn't particularly follow them. His need for impressing his own mother, followed by his grandfather made him follow this faith more.

The only problem? He was way too religious and strict, but also hypocritical, he had shamed Aegon for being married to Helaena, but also desired her for himself, he would taunt his nephews for being bastards, yet also had one for himself with a common whore he could not remember the name of. He doesn't acknowledge them as sins however, saying that they are forgiven by the gods as he visits the sept daily.

Alicent did not know what to say, for when she would speak to him about what he's doing and points out his wrongdoings, he simply ignores her and tells her that her job as a woman isn't to judge, but rather understand and nurture, to which she couldn't argue against. So she remained silent.

Everything was going the same as usual, until Aemond was summoned by his grandfather, who had selected a proposal for him.

“The woman is Y/N of the L/N house, a woman loved by many, it will benefit us if we formed an alliance with her family, what do you think of it Aemond?” His grandfather questioned, to which Aemond nodded, saying it isn't too much of a bad match considering they had more to gain than lose, and so the proposal was quickly made.

Aemond only saw you on the day of the wedding, when your house arrived in the throne room, where Aegon sat in the middle, handling the matters. You had not shied away from looking in his eye, to which he was caught off guard by, his mind quickly realising how you are the feisty type.

The ceremony went well, Aemond refused the bedding ceremony and took you to your martial chambers before bedding you. He was gentle of course, he didn't do anything that was too painful.

One thing about Aemond is that, you should never get on his bad side, he is cruel just as he is lenient, you heard of what he had done to his own nephew, to riverrun, to the strong house, leaving absolutely no one alive from that bloodline, no woman or bastard was spared.

The first month flew by quickly, Aemond had gotten to know you better, and he quickly realised that you both don't share the same ideologies on most of the stuff, you even dared to speak back to him, to which he excused you of. Arguments with him on small things have started to happen, his opinion contradicting yours, and his refusal to understand your point of view made you extremely unaccepted, yet you still tried to convey your feelings to him, hoping somewhere deep down in your heart that he'd understand. After all, you had grown to love him a little. He was far better than any husband, most of them didn't even let their wife speak to them.

That was until the topic of children had come when you were dining together.

“Wife, Have you gotten your moon's blood yet?” He asked and you nodded, “Yes, husband, it passed a few days ago and it is regular.” you tell him confused as to why he is asking this, “Are you perhaps barren?” He asks, which makes you feel shocked, and quite offended, “No! Why would you ask such a thing like that?” You ask, eyes slightly wide with shock. “Then why aren't you with child yet?” He questions as if you had any control over anything that happens after intercouse.

“It is only the second month, and besides….” You bite your lip and he raises an eyebrow, “What is it?” You sigh heavily, “I do not know how to ask of you this.” You tell him honestly, “What is it that you need wife? Dresses? Jewellery, do not be shy to ask, I am your husband after all. It is my duty to provide.” He rests his hand on yours, squeezing it in a reassuring way.

“I–” you take a deep breath, “I do not want children, at least, not yet.” you spit out.

It's almost as if everything had frozen in place, the air becomes silent with only the crackling sounds of the fireplace being heard. The tension becomes more imminent in the air as the Aemond continues to remain silent and not do anything, except directly stare at you.

His grip on your hand suddenly tightens, making you wince and you look at him pleadingly, “Have you gone mad?” He stands up, forcing you to stand up as well and you grip his arm tightly, not wanting to fall before balancing yourself, “Please- I am not yet ready, let me prepare myself mentally first.” You beg him and his other hand grabs you by your throat and pulls you closer to him, his grip on your throat begins to tighten, causing you to lose bloodflow to your head.

“I have done nothing except do my duty, be the ideal husband, provide for you, all while allowing you to express yourself yet it seems I was too lenient on you.” He growls, “Because here you are, asking me, to allow you to not have children. It is your sole duty as a wife and a woman, and you could not even provide such a thing?” He let goes of your throat, making you engulf a huge amount of air as you tried to calm down.

“Every woman is the image of the mother, she should have a natural nurturing personality towards anyone, especially to their own children, yet here you are refusing to be a mother to your own child or rather having one of yours, it is disgusting.” He says meanly and you glare at him, “I never said that I never wanted to be a mother, I asked you to give me time to which you are– hmmgh!” You are dragged by Aemond to the bed and thrown on it, you quickly lean on your elbows, fear gnawing in your stomach as you look at Aemond who seemed so furious at you, your heartbeat accelerated as he just stared down at you, like a predator staring at its prey.

“Your sin is forgiven, wife, I remembered how some women think they do not want children until they do, and then they become the best mothers and perfect wives known to man, maybe you are of that same category.” He keeps on talking, and you stare at him, confused and in fear, what in the seven hell was he talking about?

“It is no surprise if that is the case, luckily, there is a cure for that, and that is to get you pregnant, and I shall do just that, simultaneously fulfilling the duties as your husband.” He leans down and caresses your cheek. Your eyes widen when you catch his expression in the illuminating moonlight. He was smiling, yet the smile did not reach his eyes, Your stomach began to churn as goosebumps arose on your skin, he doesn't seem like the man you married anymore.

Before you could make an escape, Aemond pounces you and pushes you down onto the bed, you thrash in his hold trying to push him off but he holds your hands together and pins them up before grabbing your cheeks harshly and spitting on your face, “Behave, I'm treating you.” You began to tremble knowing he had gone completely mad.

“Let go of me! Aemond!” You scream and he pushes his hand over your mouth, “Shut the fuck up.” He tells you before grabbing your dress and tearing it off your body, the bodice coming along with it, causing your tits to spill out. He gropes and squeezes them, “I wonder how nice they'd look when they swell with milk hm?” He coos, before descending his lips onto your nipple, you use your now free hands to push him away but he doesn't budge, you try to pull him by his hair but he bites harshly onto your nipple causing you to let go of his hair in pain, he pulls away and looks at you angrily.

“Behave.” He says sternly and you flinch, never having heard Aemond use that specific tone before, it was extremely scary. “Aemond, please.” You plead him but he doesn't care, simply ripping off the remains and pushing you up the bed and prying your legs open. “You'd look so beautiful, all round with my child in your belly, I pray to the mother to bless us with a child.” He undos his breeches and your eyes widen in horror, knowing what is about to come.

You watched in silence as he lined himself against your entrance, prodding the tip at the very beginning of your hole and began to push inside, you shut your eyes tightly and clenched the sheets below you, a pained cry leaving your mouth at the stretch of your cunt by his cock, unprepared.

He soon fully sheathed himself inside you, and wastes no time before beginning to thrust, whines and gasps leave your mouth at his actions, you grip onto his shoulders as he jerks you up and down, you felt ashamed when it started to begin to feel good, your body in dilemma where you push him or pull him closer.

However that sense of choice is taken away from you when he grabs your hands and pins them above you, all while pistoning his hips into yours, “Seven above, I pray that the mother blesses my dear wife with a child in her womb so she may be cured of her sinfulness, I pray that the maiden guides her into realising how she should truly perform her duty as a woman, and may the crone remove useless thoughts and guide her to the correct path.” He prays closing his eyes and your eyes widen in pure shock, shocked by the fact on how he can pray in a situation like this?

His thrusts feel so sinful, and you're convinced you've lost your mind because of the fact that you are getting pleasure from this, his lips find yours in a passionate kiss as he ends the prayer, kissing your forehead afterwards and pulls back, “You'll make a good mother, I'm sure of it.” He coos in your ear before pressing a kiss to it as well.

You soon began to recognize the familiar feeling of a rope tightening in your abdomen, the telltale sign that your peak was nearing, Aemond's hand groped your tits, pinching your nipples and rubbing his thumb over them, providing you with additional pleasure, and before you know it, you are toppling over the edge as your peak hits you, arching your back and moaning out his name loudly.

He too finishes inside you, filling your hole with his seed, before pulling out, his face hovers over your stomach and you watch as he presses a kiss on the location of where your womb would be located, “May the mother bless us.” He mutters.

You thought that would be the end, yet you were wrong, you gasp when you feel his finger scooping up his seed which leaked out and push it back into you, essentially beginning to finger you, he takes you by surprise again when you feel his warm tongue on your clit, causing your hands to fly out and grip his hair as you breathed heavily.

His tongue and finger worked simultaneously, introducing you to a sensation of a new type of overstimulation, making you peak once again.

Time blurred together and yet Aemond did not stop, you've lost count of how many times he made you peak and how many times he finished inside you, but at the end of it, you surely felt full and fucked out, your mind filled with nothing but the thought of having his children, which he kept muttering over and over again, causing you to pick up on it.

“You'll be a great mother.” He pulls you into his arms as scoot closer, burying your face in his chest, “Yes, Husband, I'll give you as many children you want.” You mutter before finally drifting off to sleep.

Aemond smirks, knowing that he has now achieved his goal, now he can slowly start shifting you into the type of wife he wanted in the first place.

It was no surprise when you found out that you were pregnant with a child, only for you to give birth to triplets.

“A blessing from the mother.” Alicent beamed, yet that sentence only made you flinch.

— !  ݈݇- thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed it <3 comments and reblogs are appreciated greatly ♡

[theresstillgrowinghere]

I don’t often find I have much to say during chronic illness awareness months anymore. I’m tired. My words feel tired. I don’t feel like I have anything new to add. Sometimes I worry though that that in part comes from my having been in various digital chronic illness spaces for almost a decade. Of course it feels tired to me. There are things that rattle around my brain that feel so obvious and commonplace (and that have been said much more eloquently by others before me) but may still be worth expressing, just judging by the ways people in my life haven’t been able to understand

So for gastroparesis awareness month this year, there are a few things I want to note from my experiences (tw for food/eating, weight without numbers, medical trauma)

1) My relationship with food is so scarred and multifaceted. It is messy and thorny, conflicting and complicated

(I am scared of food. I miss food. I hate food. I want to eat so badly. I never want to think about eating again. Tell me in detail about how it tasted. I love food. Please don’t ask me to join you for a meal. I don’t want to miss the communal aspects of eating. I feel so disconnected and other and separate just because I don’t eat. Sometimes I do try to eat and it makes me sick. Don’t comment on it, please; it’s not helpful to scold or encourage - I feel shame either way)

2) There is no cure. There is only management. I think people understand this in theory more than actuality, because when I say this I mean please, please stop expecting any management option to be The Thing. Please don’t expect something to offer substantial improvement, even if it is a life-saving dramatic change. As I have tried to explain to people in my life, those types of interventions are often complicated and risky and, in our broken healthcare system, very difficult to access until the situation truly is dire and life-threatening. Which can mean that the body takes significant damage before getting there. Sometimes by the time you access the intervention, that damage is irreversible and the goal is just to stop further decline. It’s not making me better; it’s keeping me from getting worse. For some reason that’s difficult for people to understand

(But sometimes people do find what for them is The Thing or are The Things, and that’s an important piece of the whole picture. The problem is the persistence of unrealistic expectations among people around us)

3) My relationship with healthcare is vital but fraught and heavy. I rely on it tremendously just to stay alive. It is also my only in-person access to the world and to people, which is a weird kind of mindfuck. But I am also deeply afraid of it after so many years of trauma. I am terrified of hospitals and medical professionals. I’m sorry for the way that fear makes me irrational, makes me assume, makes me protect myself. I know so many medical professionals are so caring and kind, but it is very, very hard to go into a medical setting trusting that that will be the case

4) There are some things I wish truly were obvious. Like don’t comment on someone’s weight, ever. Don’t say you wish you could “have a little of that” to change your appearance. Don’t try to convince me to “just try to eat a little.” Trust that I know my body best. Don’t offer me unsolicited advice or recommendations. Don’t say “when you get to be my age…” because I will point out that, based on the amount of damage to my body already, it is very possible I will never reach your age. But more to the point, I am not too young to be this sick. It happens

Anyway, these are my 3am-notes-app, camped-out-on-the-bathroom-floor thoughts. It is also important to note that they exist in the context of my gastroparesis being born of and coexisting with my other chronic illnesses, and they all become so deeply entangled

Wishing everyone well. Hoping your August is kind and gentle

To everyone with gastroparesis (and other digestive disorders, really), I’m sorry your tummy hurts, and no, you actually don’t need to be very brave about it. As I heard someone say recently in a different context but definitely applies here as well, “We weren’t born to be fighters. I don’t want to be brave. I want to be okay.” I just want all of us to be okay

[igncrxntripley]

their secret weapon pt. 9

synopsis: finn begins the process of getting himself out of the dog house...but will he succeed?

a/n: Y’ALL???? THE ABSOLUTE WORKOUT I WENT THROUGH WRITING THIS THING...AND THE MINDFUCK OF A STORY I HAVE PLANNED...

mentions: NSFW 18+, poly!judgement day, minor descriptions of violence in matches, fem!reader, bottom!reader, top!finn, kissing, grinding, penetration, cumshot on reader, scratching, clawing, leaving marks, 

taglist: @thesithdiaries @cassiesgreta @roseheartsworld @theworldofotps​ @babybatlover @ripleyswhore @auburnwrites @obl1vionblackhart @emogoblin-666 @hereliespumpkin @blxxdshxteyes @neptune-lover @bunnysmyname @i-have-issues-lol @ares-athena @thatonepansexual2000 @witcherfromwallachia

the next time the judgement day was set to compete, it was a mixed tag team match for a taping of smackdown. the fivesome had spoken a bit since the catastrophe that was finn’s match against johnny, but it had been a minute since they had all been together as a whole group. someone was always with y/n to make sure she was okay and had what we needed, but y/n and finn hadn’t said so much of a word. 

that was all about to change, though. 

officials gave finn the opportunity to pick which of the girls he wanted as his partner for the match; damian and dominik would have their own segment later in the night, so they weren’t going to be competing in this match. but they were all on the same page in assuming rhea would be the one to go into this tag match with finn. they were all in the dressing room, and rhea started grabbing her things to get ready. “i’ll be ready shortly, finn-”

the irishman cut her off with a gentle shake of his head. “no need, love. i was going to ask y/n if she’d go with me.” he said, his voice almost shy as he said those words. he was met with looks of shock from all four of his partners, especially y/n, who was confused he even wanted anything to do with her. she wasn’t so much injured from the fall she took through the table during finn’s last match and was cleared to compete, but she still didn’t think finn would pick her. 

why is he asking me to do this? she thought to herself. didn’t he just believe that i wasn’t loyal? that i couldn’t do this?

finn stepped closer to y/n and sat across from her spot on the couch. “love, i know you’re probably still pissed at me, and that’s understandable.” he began softly, looking at her with the most sincere look he’d managed in a long time. “but i know you’re going to kick ass and be amazing. you deserve this opportunity.” finn said.

y/n blinked, still in slight shock, her other partners scattered around the room and looking at her and finn with just as much surprise. but she took a minute to think through finn’s words; if she was going to prove herself in the ring, this was her moment to do so. it was no longer about proving herself to finn and her partners, though. this was about proving to herself that she was worthy of this spot in the judgement day. 

after thinking through finn’s offer one more time, his own face practically pleading with her to accept, she gave a small nod and stood up from her seat. “let me get dressed.” she said softly, grabbing her bag and heading into the bathroom. once she was gone, though, the rest of the judgement day was about to pounce on finn. 

he put his hands up in defense. “i know, i know.” he said; he’d already expected them to be pissed and have questions, but finn was prepared. “but i have a plan. i have to start somewhere.” he said in a hushed voice. 

“and what the fuck is this plan, huh?” dominik began, his voice just as hushed. “because the last time you had a plan, she took a fall through a table for us.”

finn ran his hands over his face. “and i feel like shit about it. i’m going to talk to her after the match, but i just...i just need to give her this opportunity.” he bit his lip. “it’s not about me. it’s about her.”

everyone looked back and forth, waiting for someone to be the first to say something. eventually damian was the first to speak up, and he let out a soft sigh before looking at finn. “if anything happens to her-”

“i won’t let that happen.” finn interrupted. and for some reason, for the first time in a long time, the judgement day believed every word he said. this was a different finn than they had known when y/n first joined the judgement day; this was the old finn. the one they all fell in love with and had missed after these last few weeks. they just hoped he stuck to his word.

--- ---

y/n and zelina began the match once everyone was out in the ring, and they did not waste any time in giving the other a piece of their minds. they both had a lot of fight in them, and y/n was nowhere near giving up. but being in matches like this was exhausting, and it showed on her face when she was getting tired. but every time it showed, finn nodded his head at y/n and cheered her on. “you got it, love. you can do it.” he’d say, holding his hand out in case she was ready to make the tag. for once he was letting y/n take things at her own pace - a much different attitude than what they’d all seen as of late. 

after a couple more turns tagging in and out, the match was reaching its climax and the crowd was reacting to everything they did. finn and santos had ended up outside of the ring, while zelina and y/n were tangled up on the ringpost. the two began climbing up the ropes until they were on the top turnbuckle, and it was clear y/n was looking for a move that would take both of them back to the mat so she could end the match. zelina, however, had other plans. 

she began shoving and pushing y/n in hopes of getting her away, but one of those harsh shoves was enough for y/n to lose her footing on the turnbuckle. disaster had struck, her body falling to the ground below her and y/n yelped as she braced for impact. 

to her surprise, though...y/n never felt the ache in her body after hitting the outside of the ring. 

instead, she felt herself get caught into a pair of muscular arms that held her close to her body. y/n opened her eyes to see the caring gaze of her favorite irishman - a man who promised himself he’d never let her fall and get hurt as long as he could control it. finn smiled down at her as the crowd cheered around them. “i’ve got you, doll. i’m here.” he said softly to her which made y/n smile up at him. 

the confidence only continued to soar through her body as finn gave her one more smile before sliding her back in the ring. y/n was able to bring zelina back down to the ring to deliver a finisher and submission move, and it was only a matter of time before zelina was crying out to end the match and tapping the mat to hopefully get some kind of relief. 

finn rejoiced in the ring with y/n; his arms wrapped around her body in a tight hug, smiles on both of their faces at the realization that they were finally able to work together to accomplish something. but finn knew his plan was only beginning and that he still had some other tasks to complete. 

--- ---

the winners were met in their dressing room with cheers and hugs from their other three partners. they had all watched from backstage as well, just as shocked as y/n and finn were that they were able to get through the match without choking one another. 

while rhea and dominik wrapped their arms around finn, y/n jumped into the safe arms of the punisher and hugged him tight. “good girl, mi amor.” he whispered in her ear, giving the skin below it a gentle kiss as dominik couldn’t stop placing kisses all over finn’s face. 

“so proud of the both of you!” the youngest member told his partners, making rhea laugh and give finn her own kiss. “just glad you two behaved.” she whispered, giving finn one more look. 

finn recognized the look on rhea’s face, and he nodded in response. he knew he needed to continue this conversation with y/n, so he gently kicked out the other three to get ready for their own segment and reached for y/n’s hand. “come sit with me, my love.” he told y/n softly. 

she obliged, sitting next to finn on the couh and gently holding his hand. their fingers danced with one another as she practically avoided all eye contact with him. it hurt him to see just how much she wanted to avoid looking at him, but he knew he needed to be persistent with her. his lanky fingers gently brushed against her chin, the same spot that once had a dark bruise from the kick she received due to his foolishness, and he tucked some hair behind her ear. “i meant every word i said out there, you know?” finn asked y/n softly. 

y/n blushed against the feeling of his fingers. the way he spoke to her...no one, not even brooks, had managed to be this gentle and compassionate with her. it was as if finn worried she would break if he was even the slightest bit harsh. y/n had almost convinced herself she didn’t deserve it, but she quickly shifted her focus away from those thoughts. she was silent in response to his question; almost like...like she didn’t have the words for him. but finn wasn’t going to let this slide away from him. 

“i promise i meant it.” he said quietly. “just like i mean i’m sorry for everything that’s happened.” finn watched her face the entire time he spoke, waiting for some kind of reaction. but she kept herself still and patiently anticipated his next words. “i never wanted you to get hurt, or to doubt yourself, or to think i never cared about you. you’re our girl, my love. and i just...i didn’t realize that what i thought was tough love actually was causing more harm.”

she bit her lip at finn’s words, watching him as she could’ve sworn finn teared up as he spoke. the realization had hit him that he messed up, and now y/n was watching finn work through that and do his best to make up for what he’d done. 

finn squeezed her hand again. “i know you might still be upset with me, and that’s okay.” he said softly. “but please, baby. i’ll...i’ll do anything, love.” he brushed her hair from y/n’s face again, and her next move was shocking but the move exhilarating thing he’d felt in a long time. 

y/n leaned in and kissed finn, the most gentle yet passionate kiss she could have managed in that moment, and let it linger for a couple of minutes. when she pulled back, their noses brushed against one another and she was finally able to give finn a small smile. “you’ll do anything?” y/n whispered. 

she could see the glint in finn’s eyes; something flickered at her words, and he didn’t think twice before pulling her closer and nodding. “anything.” he confirmed. her next sentence sent chills down finn’s spine, and he could’ve sworn he blacked out from pure ecstasy at y/n’s words alone. 

“then show me how much you love me.”

finn didn’t need to be told twice; his arms wrapped around y/n’s body and he easily flipped the two of them over so he could straddle her on the couch. “don’t have to ask me twice.” he whispered against her lips as his own mouth moved synchronously with hers. their hands wandered over each other’s body, both still slightly sweater and in ring gear, and they both giggled like fools as this was the first time in days either one of them had felt one another. 

y/n grabbed the waistband of finn’s pants and slowly pulled them down his legs. “we have to be quick,” she said breathlessly between kisses. “they’re going to be back eventually.”

finn chuckled and moved his head down to kiss her neck. “nothin’ they haven’t seen before, peach.” he said. his own hands seamlessly pulled y/n’s shorts and tights off of her legs. their bare hips slowly started to move against one another’s effortlessly, not missing a beat even though they’d been physically been apart for days. y/n’s hand held the back of finn’s head as a small moan left her lips - he just always knew what spots to hit with her - and her manicured fingers tangled in his short hair. 

the cheeky bastard that finn was took one look at y/n’s shirt - his own merch that she cut into a crop top - and smirked to himself as he made no effort to remove it. “i’d love nothing more than to make you moan my name while you wear my clothes.” he mumbled. 

y/n couldn’t even begin to explain the surge of electricity that ran through her body at finn’s words. she wrapped her legs around his waist in an effort to keep him right there where he was (and where she felt he belonged). “god, i love you but i need you so badly.” she whimpered, making finn laugh as he continued to gently grind against her entrance. 

finn could feel how excited she was; not only could he sense the goosebumps all over her body and the chemistry between the two of them, but the arousal between her legs grew the longer they moved and kissed. he himself was growing slightly impatient, but finn also wanted to behave and make sure y/n was being taken care of the way she deserved. 

that self control only lasted a few more minutes though, because as her desperate whines and moans grew louder finn couldn’t help but give y/n what she’d been relentlessly begging for in his ear. with his lips pressed to hers in a sweet kiss, finn slowly pushed himself in y/n’s entrance and gave her a few moments to adjust. “that’s my girl...” he whispered as she moaned, pulling his body closer in an effort to have finn as connected to her body as possible. 

the two of them moaned against one another’s lips and skin once finn began to move his hips. y/n’s manicured nails lightly scratched down his back - just as she’d done to all of their partners - and finn’s lips once again left another mark at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. “baby...fuck, finn. i need you.” she moaned quietly. 

finn sped up his thrusts at those words alone. “i’m here, my love. i’ve got you.” he whispered right back as he got her closer and closer to her release. before either of them had even processed it, y/n reached her climax and tightened her grip on finn’s body in response. she went rigid, her thighs trembling and a loud moan leaving her lips. “fuck! oh, fuck! finn!” she begged. 

the irishman shushed her with a kiss, helping her ride it out and finish until she was starting to catch her breath. finn slowly pulled out to her protest, but stayed kneeled between her legs as he continued to stroke his cock. “stay right there for me, love.” he said, a gentle hand on y/n’s thigh as he finished on her thighs. if finn was anything, he was smart about this type of stuff. 

y/n smiled as she watched him, wasting no time in pulling him back down into another kiss. the two caught their breath as they continued to exchange gentle kisses, occasionally giggling and wiping some sweat from their foreheads. but the unmistakable sound of the door to the dressing room opening alerted both of them, and their other three partners entered the room with wide eyes. 

“oh my god-” dominik mumbled, putting a hand over his eyes as if not to violate what had already been seen. rhea rolled her eyes at him and closed the door so they could all get inside without exposing anymore of finn and y/n’s indecency. 

“i take it you two finally made up?” the australian mumbled, making y/n giggle and hide in finn’s shoulder. 

finn smirked as well and kissed y/n’s forehead. “i guess you could say that.” for once, everything between the fivesome was okay. there was no more weird energy, no more worries over anyone being upset...things were okay. but how long would they stay that way?

[resplendentgoldenwings]

"77 Years Based on a Seismic Lie!"

Watched the episode last night before bed and a few choice scenes this morning.

In spite of all the touching, wonderful things that happened my favorite moment is when they wrap-up and Daniel starts asking his follow up question.

He's got this sort of forced casual air, I'm not doing anything, I'm not dangerous. These aren't question that are going to explode your entire fucking relationship! This isn't dangerous af.

He starts out talking about the fucking tractor salesman of all things, some shit from episode one, seems totally random, innocuous af. And then asks about Sam Barclay of all things another small unimportant detail. Softball questions that seem to go nowhere, connected to nothing, questions that confuse Louis and Armand in their triviality.

Then comes he question about the number of soldiers in the townhouse. How many soldiers did Lestat mindfuck out of the townhouse? 10, 15. Louis like 30. And then that little, "huh" that makes Louis inquire before Daniel presents his theory couching it in a gruff yet gentle self-effacing way.

"It's probably a stretch." "This is just how I'm built."

But that one piano key drops.

Armand tries to get control of the situation. Tries to stop what's happening but this thing is in motion now, the horse is out of the barn and it's not going back in.

When Armand starts to challenge him Daniel decides to cut to the chase.

"Lestat loved him. He would have tried to save Louis as much as Armand would have."

And then he goes in for the kill with the original copy of the play. Reading the notes Armand had written in the margins over 70 years ago and then giving it to Louis with a "read it for yourself," his tone dripping with disdain after giving Armand a look of pure disgust.

The vampires are absolutely riveted.

Armand knows the jig is up. Louis still doesn't want to believe it, but it's all right there. Armand directed the play. Armand planned to kill Claudia and Louis too. Armand wasn't the one who saved Louis from death at the trial it was Lestat!

And even though he's absolutely risking his whole fucking life Daniel is ready to confront Armand and delighted to call him out on his bullshit. With that kind of courage I'd probably make him into a vampire too, shit!

Anyway the whole scene is brilliant I love it. I love watching the whole thing come crashing down around their head and then of course a minute later we see literal walls come crashing down around Daniel's head.

Brilliant! I loved it my favorite moment in the whole. I might write some other rambling post about the finale, but this scene is living rent free in my head right.

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Mindfuck - Cassandra Nova x male!Reader

A/N: this was a fun request to fulfill. Gonna be honest, I did not have the same experience as the anon requester, but it was enjoyable to write all the same

Written for this request

Dividers by @/enchanthings

CW: Deadpool & Wolverine spoilers (sorta), fourth wall breaks (kinda), killing mentions, Cassandra’s hand/mind powers, explicit sexual content, smut, handjob, mindjob (I got no clue what you’d call this tbh), Cassandra calls Reader pet, kissing

900 words

“Well, well, well.” The woman stops in front of you. “Look who we have here.”

You know who she is. By her appearance, if not her voice. Cassandra Nova. Charles Xavier’s twin sister. Most of the Void’s citizens have a death grudge against her.

You find her rather attractive, actually. Most of their insults had been about her personality, or her actions, but the really foul ones had been about her appearance. You’d been expecting some wizened old hag, not the beautiful woman before you.

“It’s been quite some time since a Reader was in the Void.” Cassandra crouches to be eye-level with you. It feels vaguely condescending. Probably because you’re on your knees. You’re kinda into it.

“And quite a handsome one at that,” she muses. “Pity you’ll be dying soon. I’d have rather liked to keep you.”

“D-Dying?” Your voice comes out higher than you’d intended. You cough and try again. “Dying? What do you mean, dying?”

She raises an eyebrow, a small smile playing across her lips. “I’m going to kill you, of course. Right after I look into that interesting little brain of yours.”

“What—“ You don’t get a chance to finish. She reaches out and pushes her fucking fingers into your brain.

You choke on your own spit, eyes going wide. The blood leaves your head, leaving you dizzy and feeling weird.

Memories flash behind your eyes. Your childhood. Your life. Your trip to the Void.

You finally find your voice, intending to spit something out. Probably a scream.

Instead, you moan.

It catches you both by surprise. She pulls back, staring at you. Your face heats up and you stutter a bit. “Uh… S-Sorry?”

She grips your chin and forces your head back. Examining you with interest. “You’re not afraid. How peculiar.”

You do a mental check. Weirded out? Yes. Confused? Very. Turned on?

You can feel your dick straining against your pants. Can feel the throbbing of it. You haven’t been this hard since you saw your first pair of tits.

“Nope.” You croak out. “Definitely not afraid.”

“Interesting.” She lets go of your chin. “I think I’m going to keep you after all.”

You swallow. Give her a weak smile. “Does that mean you’ll do your hand thing again?”

Cassandra just smirks.

The guy carrying you throws you into the bed with a little too much force to not be deliberate.

You wince and Cassandra clicks her tongue. “Gentle, Pyro. We don’t want to break my new pet now, do we?”

His glare towards you does not make you feel any better. Pyro just scoffs and stalks out of the room. You’re left with Cassandra, who takes her time approaching the bed.

She lets her coat fall to the ground, revealing her outfit underneath. Your mouth goes dry and your dick twitches.

Being manhandled by Pyro hadn’t exactly been your idea of sexy, but being here with Cassandra? There’s definitely interest going on.

You lick your lips and hope your voice comes out normal. “So, what’s the plan?”

“I’m going to learn your secrets.” She settles onto the bed next to you, reaching out and tracing her fingers across your forehead. “And then I’m going to play with you.”

You don’t get a chance to even nod before her fingers are back inside your head. It feels just as weird as the first time. You can feel them inside your brain, probing around as images and memories flash through your mind.

She’s more thorough than last time, sifting through your memories more slowly. As if she’s looking for something.

Vaguely, you’re aware of her pressing you down to the bed. Of a free hand tracing its way down your chest.

You’re more focused on the hand fingering your brain. On the way your dick throbs in your pants. You let out a weak moan.

And then the first scene pops up. Your first teenage fantasy, filled with giddy emotion. Then another. A moment filled with passion and temptation. Then another and another.

You feel fingers toying with the zipper of your pants. A hand dipping below your boxers as memories play through your head. You cry out, arching up into her touch.

It’s too much, all at once. Your body pulses with heat, with need. Cassandra strokes your dick, digging her fingers deeper into your brain.

“Please, please, fuck!” You babble, thrusting your hips up erratically chasing your rapidly approaching high. A couple more memories, a few more heavenly strokes, and you’re cumming so hard your vision blurs out.

It takes you several gasping moments to come back to your body. You can feel a cool hand caressing your cheek, soft words being spoken.

Your head feels woozy. Your thoughts, thick and sluggish. You feel fantastic. The aftershocks of pleasure jolt through you, making you shiver.

“How was it, my little pet?” Cassandra coos. “I’m going to pull all that Reader knowledge from your brain. Make myself the strongest being here. And all you have to do is lie there and submit.”

You moan softly. Weakly. That offer sounds far too tempting to give up, especially if she’s going to do that again.

So you just nod, your tongue heavy in your mouth. “Alright…”

She smiles and leans down to place a kiss on your lips. “You’re going to be a perfect pet.”

You feel too pleasure-drunk to do anything but agree.

[itswillowneptune]

stop using that silly brain, just sit on my lap

[nikethestatue]

Greetings,

I’m a baby elriel. I’ve like never really “shipped” any characters before in my life — and after the last few weeks of looking at the historical/ongoing ship war clusterfuck that is the ACOTAR fandom I don’t think I’m ever going to set sail again anywhere. You and all the other elriels who have been in the trenches from the get go have my respect 🫡 Anyways, your blog is super swaggy and you’re like the chillest elriel I’ve seen, so it is to your inbox that I shall share my testimony, my come to Mother moment if you will.

I didn’t really start giving any serious thought to the two them being a legit thing until I was already done with ACOSF. And it’s wild because it was the “‘I don’t see you spouting poetry, brother.’ ‘I don’t need to resort to it.’” bit in ACOWAR between Cassian and Azriel that triggered me to reevaluate.

When I first read that part I was like damn okay I see you Rizzriel, and I just kept on thinking about it and coming back to it cause it was so funny and entertaining but one day I was like yo hold up, don’t need to resort to it?? Okay, Mr. “Born Hearing the Song of the Wind.” Okay, Mr. waxing poetic about “The Naphelle Philosophy.” Like don’t get me wrong, it is definitely, first and foremost, a subtle flex for his third unspoken title; he is Azriel — shadowsinger, spymaster, and rizz master of the Night Court. However, I am a firm believer that he doesn’t need to resort to poetic words as some sort of attempt at flattery or being charming because the right situation/person naturally draws out that part of him.

✨Walk with me✨

When Elain and Azriel first meet in ACOMAF, even though there’s not a whole lot of interaction between them, it’s definitely a case of two people having a connection simply off vibes alone (yay for those of us who don’t have loud personalities). He puts her at ease with a smile and by acknowledging her fears and apprehension about their presence, about how much of a mindfuck it was for her to be dining in her home with those she was raised to believe were horrific creatures that would kill her if given the chance.

So like because of this, I think Elain is driven by a deeper curiosity that came from her unexpected comfort when she asks “Can you truly fly?” cause ngl asking the dude with massive wings if he can fly is certainly a choice 🧍🏽‍♀️ Like, there’s more to it than that, more than just attempting to transition from a tense situation into conversational small talk which could’ve been done just as easily with the likes of “Tell me about yourself” or a more confrontational “So what are you?” — which is essentially what Nesta asked immediately after 💀

Elain doesn’t know anything about these guys, but she sees Feyre trusts them, and Azriel’s small expressions of gentleness towards her amidst the escalating interactions made her willing to attempt connecting with him further. So I think her asking a ridiculously simple question with an obvious answer was her way of softly inviting him to share something about himself — not necessarily through what he responds with but rather how he responds — because something, if anything, unique to his answer beyond a simple yes or no would offer her a glimpse at him. And what does he do? Stone-faced, cold ass — doesn’t open his mouth except to give the shortest answers possible or to make some sharp sassy retort — Azriel spouts poetry for her about his and Cassian’s heritage.

So after my revelation slapped me in the face and then bonked me over the head for good measure, I went back and sought out all their interactions and was like dang bro became horrendously down bad for her in the most quietly romantic way possible and she’s feelin something too I can’t believe I didn’t pay attention to this before. I love love love that they just seem to be at ease in each other’s presence, that the vibes between them are so immaculate they don’t even need to bother with many words. Existing in comfortable silence with someone is like my favorite way to spend time in relationships whether it’s familial, platonic, or romantic so it makes me feel all fuzzy that we see them like that quite often.

So now I’m here and am looking forward to eventually reading about them and discovering more about Elain’s gifts because the whole creation story with the Mother + the Cauldron always gave me Gaia-type vibes and with Elain being invested in gardening and then being made a Seer by the cauldron because it thought she was so lovely I’m like Elain Archeron — the absolute goddess that you are, light and life flowing through your Made veins — we haven’t even seen all you can do yet and you’ve got this angelic fae male of death and darkness ready to worship you on his knees and I’ma be right there with him yes ma’am 🛐

WOW baby Elriel. You smote me with this beautiful post.

(first of all, you should write fanfiction. You reminded me of the greatest Elriel (or otherwise) writer that ever graced this hot mess of a fandom with their presence)

But I can't agree more. I think SJM actually pays attention to them, as a couple. Not something she does with many others. That relationship just flows so beautifully in the background, calm and poetic, even with the language she uses around them. There is so much imagery of death and life and decay and rebirth and beauty and flowers and blades and warmth and baking and loneliness and despair and searching for love and for home.

I don't know what she'll do with them, but it could be her Magnum Opus if she is careful, thoughtful and steady in crafting their story. What she already put down deserves special treatment when the story actually comes to pass.

Also, welcome to the fandom.

[2-fast-2-curious]

forever grateful if you could give me more max audios of any genre 🙏🏻

You guys know I rarely do Max audios because his voice is too hard to find. So those that voted for him really got the maximum value out of the poll.

[M4F] [Script fill] A Lesson

[DD/lg] [Mdom] [fsub] [Lesson] [Mindfuck] [Consequences] [Predicament] [Obedience] [Sensual] [Gentle] [Hold Still] [Don't Move]

Creator Reddit: u/PM_Me_Pillowforts

[dballzposting]

Everyone has a lot of opinions about Dragon Ball Super and now here's mine. The fight scenes go on for forever and it quickly becomes very boring. Howveer when somehting cool happebns then that's cool.

The domestic/filler moments are SO. FUNNY. They're why I watch it. It is all so LUDICROUS. The overwrought dub acting. It always makes me scream and roll around like a fool. Pausing & rewinding and making as much noise as I can reasonably get away with. And then some.

Perfect example is when Future Trunks went to hang out with Gohan . Goahn brought over soft serve ice cream and tried to hand him a chocolate cone. Trunks gruffly and immediately declined. Gohan offered him the vanilla cone instead. Trunks said "nah, chocolate's fine" and accepted the cone this time. He had declined it initially becasue he is perturbed by this nerd Gohan, perturbed by this sugar-sweet reality. But he didn't want to cause fuss so he accepted the ice cream as soon as it seemed like Gohan was gonna push. Gohan then said "I'm a softie for soft serve!" and Trunks said "Uh, yeah." LIKE WHAT IS THAT !??!?!?!?!?!?! WHJAT IS ALL OF THAT. That was just ludicrous. All of it. You're not gonna get that anywhere else.

Furhtermore people give DBS shit for butchering/altering many characters. This is true. But what they've done is really enjoyable to watch. Goku is so crazy and silly.

Emperor Pilaf is completely delusional and insane and it's fun that they brought him back.

I like the screentime that Goten & Trunks get. Trunks has grown out of his emulation phase of DBZ and what is instead showcased is a sensitive and gentle boy. He seems insecure, but his sweet heart is resilient. Meanhwile we see the first inklings of Goten's Jackass GT personality. He';s kind of a dickhead in GT. Scratch that he's a complete asshole in the most inconsequential way. Even in the EOZ Kakarot DLC he's such a whinerrr. These sorts of things read as a virtue in children, that they can put their foot down and self-defend, but Goten never grows out of his petulance so he becomes an asshole. FURTHERMORE DBS afforded Goten some wit as well. You really get the sense that he's a smart kid who's coming along well. But he's also fast-tracking it to being a dickhead. Meanwhile Trunks is sensitive and thoughtful.

The thing is this portrayal of Trunks is perfectly consistent with all that we've seen. People (myself included) sometimes get caught up in the way he was in DBZ, and we extrapolate that he will grow up to be an armored and egotistical dickhead with issues. But that's just so far from the truth . EOZ and DBGT and DBS and DBS:SH and DBZ Future Trunks and DBS Future Trunks all show us that Trunks really does take after his grandparents: he has this ease, want of peace, and sensitivity to him.

Kind of a kick in the face that DBS completely strips Trunks of all technological capabilities. But it's also really funny that they did that so I'll let it slide. Kind of a mindfuck though. Now GT really can't happen.

DBS seems to usurp expectations in a lot of ways that are meaningful. For one, in common fanon (and on this blog) Goten is soulful and heartfelt and Trunks is too cool 4 school but secretly insecure; whereas in the new canon, Goten is a blockhead and Trunks is sensitive and not knowing how to be anyone else but himself. There's a bunch of other shit tht DBS does with characters & storylines tht I think is meanignful but I dont remeber anything else

Also I loooove Mr Satan's screentime. He is so. Funny.

[kaeyx]

pm boss chuuya purposely tying the chains around your ankles that smallest bit too tight to the point they leave indents and cut off blood flow, you cant ever walk for at least half an hour while you regain feeling in your feet, so usually your 15 minute 'freedom' sessions consist of you desperately trying to crawl to an open window, an unlocked door, anything. he enjoys watching you try too.

whenever you're done trying and simply lay down and cry about your fate for a while, he makes sure to drag you back and tie you back up nicely, sitting you on his lap so he can finish off his paperwork. he keeps little needles at the ready whenever you squirm too much, maybe to inject you with a drug that'll make you perfectly pliant for him for a while.

he finds enjoyment when you're drugged out to simply sit you under his lap and force his cock into your mouth. he knows you don't have the energy to move or even try to suck, but the warmth of it resting on your tongue is more then enough for now until he decides to use your throat.

he does full-bodied checks on you sometimes, making sure you're not keeping anything that can aid you in escaping or to kill him. just while he works on mindfucking you beyond repair. whilst he's doing so, he notices your scars are fading again. no harm in making some more, might as well sign them off with his full name too.

hes so joyful when you finally get to a stage you're so broken you can't decipher if what he's doing is right or wrong. the tender kisses on the stab wounds he caused that once upon a time you tried to fight back, the gentle caress on the bruises of the chains he kept you in. everything's fuzzy and you can only see everything he does as positive. he can get away with anything if he wanted.

🌱

You're going to make me lightheaded holy shit. Chuuya who bolts manacles closed around your ankles and wrists, maybe even your neck, threatening to weld them shut if you keep being difficult. Locking them shut after that to make extra sure that no matter how you struggle you'll only hurt yourself, rubbing your skin raw. When he lets you loose to stretch your legs you can barely walk, muscles cramped and ankles aching from the cold metal digging into your skin at all hours of the day and night. Chuuya promises to patch you up if you just come to his side instead of banging on the door and window trying to escape! But you never do, so after 15 minutes he pins you with his gravity and locks you back up, giving your cheek a soft kiss.

He washes you carefully every day, drugging you if you thrash around too much. He might even unlock you after drugging you because it's just easier to carry your limp body to the tub and do it there. He strips you naked, not that you're allowed any clothes other than his old shirts anyway, and touches you so gently while he massages the soap into your skin and kisses your hands, cooing at you and telling you how cute you look all helpless like this. He tells you he loves you so much, and he'll keep you safe and owned forever, and you'll never have to worry your pretty little head about anything ever again.

On days when you're silent and compliant, doing what he tells you to because you're simply exhausted, he treats you like royalty. Holds and kisses you, gets you a nice gift, cooks anything you want and even spoon feeds it to you. But whenever you try to fight back he tightens your chains and slaps you, carves his name into you so you never forget who owns you, threatens to cut your arms off if you keep trying to push him away. Eventually Chuuya knows it'll end up conditioning you, training you like a dog with food and rewards and keeping you drugged out of your mind. Until you'll subconsciously want to do anything he asks of you because your brain associates obedience with good things.

[my-lovely-writing]

Obey Me! Lucifer with an abused teen MC.

Little notes: Haha, sorry that was a bit of a hiatus! I've been struggling with, well...life. You know how it is. But I'm back because I have fictional person brain rot. If you don't want to see anything besides my hero/villain stuff, feel free to blacklist the obey me tags.

Also, I'm kinda new to the obey me! fandom, so I'm sorry if the characters are a bit off. I won't be writing about some of them until I've learned more about them.

With that said, if you have any triggers, please check the tw tags before clicking below. This is about an MC who's been abused.

Lucifer

Lucifer found it a bit strange how quickly you took to him.

He makes you do your homework before class tomorrow? No complaints. He reminds you of bedtime (which you have because nobody's allowed to stay up later than Lucifer in the house of lamentation due to the fact that there may not be one left by morning)? "Okay, no problem! I can study TSL later." (Still trying to hang out with Levi, are you?) If anything, you seem grateful for his overbearing tendencies.

Really, with the chaos of his brothers, he's a little bit weirded out by how much trouble you don't cause. Maybe you're just scared of the demons?

Yeah, that has to be it. Works for him.

Except...it doesn't.

Not when he comes in screaming at Mammon for yet another failing grade and you start trembling, face pale and legs locked from your place on the couch, as if you don't quite know whether to freeze or run.

Dammit, he needs to take care of this lest the angels see you as a hostage and another celestial war is started. Besides, Diavolo doesn't want the human exchange student terrified, he's trying to foster relations.

So, for once, Lucifer forgoes stringing Mammon up from the ceiling, much to everyone's surprise (and your and his shared relief) and instead stalks off to his office to calm down with his favorite cursed records.

Later that night, when he's sending everyone to bed, he saves you for last. "MC, please follow me to my office."

His tone is gentle, reassuring even, but you know better than to mistake it for a request. Your mind races as you follow him on shaky legs. What have you done now? Idiot!

When you reach his office, Lucifer gestures for you to sit in the armchair across from his desk. It's surprisingly comfortable as you sink into it, but you can't help feeling like you're being swallowed up. Is he going to eat you?

As he sits in the chair across from you, it doesn't seem like it. Yet.

"How are you adjusting to life in The Devildom?"

You can't figure out his game here. His face reveals little, but you get the sense that he's asking a question without asking it.

"I'm adjusting," you say simply, expecting him to drop it at that. You're just a mortal, after all.

"I asked how you are adjusting," he counters. "It must be a big shift for you."

Really, it must be, he had realized earlier in the confines of his office—he and his brothers struggled enough after the fall, but you, in your human ways, had not even realized the existence of magic or god before coming here, and now you're surrounded by demons? Not to mention that you're still a child. Lucifer doesn't like to curse, usually finding such foul language beneath him, but he doesn't know what to call it other than a mindfuck.

The Avatar of Pride's efforts to push away the tinge of guilt that accompanied said realization have been in vain. He and his brothers haven't exactly been nice to you, have they?

He's long decided to help you adjust, if only to get rid of this stubborn and unbecoming guilt, but he can't exactly do that if you won't tell him what's wrong and you're just staring at him like a gaping fish, so he doubles down. "Are you experiencing any difficulties, MC?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck—if your mind was racing before, it's moving so quickly now that it's burning into ashes that, somehow, through the magic you've just learned exists, are blown away by the wind to spell those three words.

"MC?" Lucifer repeats your name, eyes widening in that half a millimeter of concern Diavolo talks about (referencing that one chat, I forget the actual measurement and I know his eyes technically widened in surprise, but give me a break) . Is this a human thing? No demons he knows of are this...weak. It's an active effort for him to restrain his judgement as he raises his eyebrows at you which, finally, seems to prompt a response.

"P-please, I'm sorry, I'll do better! I'm sorry for whatever I did. I w-won't do it again, don't eat me!"

Well...

Suddenly he feels like an ass for judging you. Just what ideas has Mammon been putting into your head? You look like you've seen your own ghost. And again, he reminds himself, you are a weak and defenseless human child in a world of demons.

"Nobody, not even Beel, is going to eat you. As our human exchange student, I won't allow you to die before the year closes," he says, lips pulling into a frown, studying you more intently now and watching the way you squirm as he looks at you, back ramrod straight against the armchair. What is going on with you? "Why do you believe that I would eat you?"

"I, uh..." Okay, so you don't think he'll eat you, but it's never good when an adult looks at you like that. "I don't know, you seemed upset earlier and now I've been called in here, so I thought I might have screwed up somehow—not, like, arson or anything, but I thought...I thought you'd find something."

"You thought I'd find something?" Lucifer stresses the word.

"...Yes?" you say with all the hesitance of someone on death row confessing to a crime. You swear you see Lucifer's eye twitch for just a split second.

Meanwhile, Lucifer's got it. At first, he didn't really pay all that much mind when Diavolo mentioned that you come from "troubled circumstances", mostly hoping that you wouldn't be just as troubled and therefore troubling yourself, but he's starting to see that you are—just in a different way than the others.

Of course, he doesn't outright mention or address the clues he's just put together—The Avatar of Pride can tell better than anyone that you're hiding your past as well as you can, which is, admittedly, not well, but he's been persuaded to humor you.

"I am not a sadist." Okay, he is, but it's better that you not know that. He continues, "I am not looking to find something to punish you for and, while there are some things I would kill you for such as threatening my brothers, Diavolo, or the Devildom, I have no intentions of causing you harm under regular circumstances. You may get an F on your math test without fearing me or any punishment I would give you, MC."

You blink as you process the words, a little bit of the fear edging out of your body. "I can?" Your voice is tentatively hopeful.

"You can," Lucifer reaffirms, shuffling his paperwork around, if only for your benefit, as tears begin to brim in your eyes. He allows you to save face. "Go to bed. You're welcome in my office if you ever need to talk."

"Thank you," you mumble to him as you hurry from the room. You don't know what this means, but you know you're not dead and that's good enough.

The next morning, Lucifer's brothers are woken up earlier and met with a stern talk about being kind to you, accompanied by the reminder that you are a child even by human standards who is adjusting to life in literal hell and the threat of them having to adjust to hell a second time over (a punishment—Lucifer's punishment is the second hell). "We're building relations with the exchange student for Diavolo," he justifies explains.

His brothers aren't terribly thrilled with the idea of cozying up to a human, but they agree because they remember how hard the fall was for them.

Asmodeus, being the most familiar and cool with humans due to his pact with Solomon and finding your fearful, doe-like nature adorable, offers to take you out clubbing—to which Lucifer reminds him of the child thing.

Fine, fine, no clubbing. He'll pamper you instead, you certainly have enough split ends to suggest you could use a haircut.

From then on out, a new rule is established where each of the brothers, Lucifer included, have to spend time with you every so often with one or more brothers spending time with you each day of the week.

Needless to say, you're confused by the sudden kindness but you soon don't mind it, finding yourself slowly warming up to them—and, much to the shock of your ruined self-esteem, they to you.

Lucifer is pleasantly surprised and secretly grateful to find that his brothers get into less trouble with you around and, eventually, even more pleasantly surprised to find that you seem almost normal around them. You no longer eat in silence at the dinner table, refuse to meet their eyes, or cower like a puppy used to getting kicked when they raise their voices at each other (everyone has learned not to raise their voice at you, even Satan).

It's not long before Lucifer is calling you his best behaved child sibling. He even goes so far as to have everyone retake the family photo with you in it.

Is there any way he can turn you into a demon? He'd like you to be his child sibling for forever, and humans die far too quickly. As far as Lucifer's concerned, Satan has something new to research.

And it's not as though you don't seem to have some level of darkness in you. Just the other day you heard screams coming from the lower levels of Lord Diavolo's castle and followed them in spite of your fear, kind heart wanting to aid whoever was suffering.

According to Barbatos, you didn't even flinch when you found him torturing your parents, pliers still gripped around one of your dad's bloody fingernails.

Hell, you even asked to join in! (How Barbatos responded to that, I'll let you all imagine lol)

Also, Lucifer will never admit it, but he's quite possibly never felt more pride than the time you, Satan, and Belphie pranked him with a whoopie cushion on his desk chair. Normally he would have beat his brothers with it, but he could tell from the less than ideal invisibility cloak over the object that you were involved and hid a smile from prying eyes as he sat on what felt like his throne despite the ensuing fart noises.

And that's how his family of seven became eight once again.

[bloedewir]

Baldur's Gate 3

👀👀👀👀👀

I don't even know how to process this and.. well..

In bg1/bg2 I've met some ghaik folks and it always ended with fight and now.. what kind of person I am now? Mindfucker? gods below..

But. The scene is kinda... soft and gentle??

+ bonus: (octo)cockblockers team

[zhenik]

Story telling for betas and cucks !

Michael

Emerald got home late the night. Looking back, Michael would always remember it as the night before the new rule went into place, but of course he had no way of knowing that at the time. Emerald and Christopher hadn’t told him yet.

“Good to see you, cucky,” Emerald said as she collapsed onto the sofa and took the glass of wine he brought her, kissed him before she took a sip. “I mean that selfishly tonight though. My feet are killing me.”

“I bet,” Michael told her.

She snapped her fingers and put her feet up on the sofa’s armrest. It was Michael’s signal to drop to his knees and slip off her shoes, but it was largely performative. He would’ve done that anyway.

She’d worn the flats she knew he loved: pink, scuffed up, one of her older pairs. She hadn’t worn them in a long time – and looking back he’d recognize this was something of both a gift and a cruel taunt, something he didn’t pick up on at the time. The sight of them alone was enough to make his penis strain against the chastity cage in his pants. The sight of the key to said cage on her anklet inches from his face did nothing to slow it down. He slipped off her shoes; she rolled her ankles and scrunched her toes and sighed. Michael breathed in the smell – vinegary with a dash of leather like always – and now the strain in his pants was painful. He put his hands on her sweat-slick soles – flecked with dirt from her after-work excursions around downtown Galina City, whatever they may have been – and started to rub.

Emerald sighed.

“Mmmmmm that feels so good,” she whispered.

Foot-play had always been intimate for them. Emerald had been self-conscious at first about the way her feet had smelled, but she’d gotten over that as she realized how much Michael actually loved it. Especially as it became clear he just wasn’t great in your run-of-the-mill penis-in-vagina sex situation. The after work foot worship and massage had become one of their little rituals, one of the ways they’d preserved intimacy even after Emerald had started dating Christopher and she’d put Michael in chastity.

Now, Michael planted a series of gentle kisses on her soles and toes and ankles and her giggle made him warm inside. Maybe he couldn’t satisfy Emerald sexually the way Christopher could, but he valued this too.

Emerald

Emerald put a hand over her lips to hide a smile she knew Michael likely still couldn’t see.

This was almost too mean. Michael wasn’t going to know about the new rule for another 24 hours, of course, and maybe that was even part of why this was so filthy fucking hot – her and Christopher knowing; her husband not – but it was going to be a mindfuck.

She stifled a giggle again and pulled her phone from her purse, shot a text over to her lover.

“He’s rubbing my feet now,” she told Christopher. “Am I the asshole for enjoying this too much?”

Christopher responded in 30 seconds, nothing but a devil’s face emoji. He’d been at the bar when they’d gotten drinks after work tonight, but they hadn’t hooked up. Not everyone at work knew about the arrangement, and anyway, they had big plans for introducing the new rule to Michael tomorrow night.

Fuck, she thought, and leaned back on the armrest behind her. This did feel good though. Her feet really had been killing her, and Michael had gotten pretty good at this over the years. Even his lips and his tongue on her feet felt good.

To say nothing of the implicit power exchange

(I just got home from work where I make way more than you ever have, house-husband, rub my fucking filthy feet at the snap of my fingers)

that had always kind of turned her on.

A warm, comfortable desire had lit in her core now, at the thought of seeing Christopher tomorrow. At the thought of Michael watching. At the thought of Michael hearing about the new rule.

She was going to miss this after work ritual, she decided, but not as much as she was going to enjoy the new rule going in place.

She put her phone down, yawned, closed her eyes, and thought about Christopher and tomorrow night.

Christopher

Early on, Christopher had loved an audience. Especially Michael, who always did look a little lost when he had to watch his wife get fucked. Back then, the performance, the look on Michael’s face, the palpate sense of warring emotions – all of that had been the spiciest part about the whole damn arrangement.

That had changed after he and Emerald started connecting though. He didn’t think he could ever date her outside of bed, but in bed? Fuck. These days he could all but forget her loser husband was still in the room when he picked her up and put her where he wanted her, pinned her wrists to the mattress and had his way with her, made her scream in ways Michael had never even knew she could.

Every now and then, though, he still loved an audience.

Which was where Emerald’s rule came in.

Just the thought of it – of what Michael was about to hear, what was going to happen next – made him harder, drove him deeper into her. It was even more mean – and hot – knowing how much Michael despised the smell and taste of cum.

Christopher was getting close, he could feel it now.

He pulled out of her and took his dick in his hands as Emerald rolled over onto her stomach and put her feet up in the air so that her toes were just barely scraping the bottoms of his balls.

There was no word in English, really, for how good that felt, with Emerald’s husband looking on.

“So Michael,” Emerald said, just as they’d planned it.

She giggled, which was not just as they’d planned it, but was insanely hot anyway.

“Christopher and I have decided on a new rule,” Emerald said to her husband, kneeling at the foot of the bed.

Christopher was close and fuck was this going to be earth-shattering.

“We’ve decided you don’t deserve to just kiss and touch my feet whenever you want,” Emerald continued. “We think you’re being selfish in that way. So.”

She paused and Chrstopher looked down, at the tip of his dick just brushing the bottoms of her feet.

It was enough. He came, his whole body wracking and writhing with pleasure as his mind went fully blank and he came all over her feet.

“So,” Emerald said, in a matter-of-fact tone. “From now on, you aren’t allowed to touch or kiss or smell my feet at all unless they are covered in Christopher’s cum. We think this will help you remember your place.”

Christopher took a deep breath and let it out, basking in the afterglow.

The load hung from Emerald’s feet in thick, ropy strands.

“You can start right now,” Chrsitopher said, and pointed to her feet.

Michael blinked, and he could tell the guy hadn’t fully registered this yet.

“Clean up that mess, cuck. I got to go piss.”