It would just be so terrible to be pinned between two ladies as they call me cute and laugh at how flustered and embarrassed I get. Oh gosh I sure hope they don't kiss their hot mouths against my neck and slip their hands up under my clothes!
I need a handsy, jealous sub who can’t stop herself from touching me, nuzzling me and kissing me anywhere she can reach, begging me to pin her down and fuck her while I tell her she’s my favorite toy
neeed
Threat/Help/ Wounded/Angst Prompts
Not really sure what the name was 🤡
"Get behind me"
"Come at me!"
"I dare you!"
"Don’t you dare lay a finger on [pronoun]!"
"I will find you, and when I do. Ha, it won’t end well"
"Shh! They’ll hear us!"
"You didn’t have to do that"
"Fuck ‘was that for?!"
"What are you doing?!"
"I—I have a/this [weapon] in my hand! And I’m not afraid to use it!"
"Stop hurting [pronoun]!"
"GET OFF!"
"Help me— please!"
"I don’t want to get hurt, again…"
"Stop! PLEASE! Don’t hurt me!"
"I will stab you to death"
"You want MERCY?! Ha… Then get on your knees and beg!"
"It’s me, and [pronoun] dies. Or it’s [pronoun] and I die"
"Pick the wrong one and face the consequence!"
"I beg of you, please, don’t hurt [name]"
"I’ll pay you anything! Just name your price!"
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here"
"Get out of the way!"
"Stop! If you do that then you’ll be gone forever!"
"I’ll serve you— just as long as [name] is free"
"You should’ve died in [name’s] place!"
Prompts
Person A shielding Person B
Person A covers Person B as they annihilate a threat
Person B knowing they don’t have anymore time left, and kisses Person A’s forehead telling them not to forget them
Person A being held in Prison because they took the fault of Person B’s crime
Person B finally got rid of an abusive relationship (wether it’s a family member or their s/o), and Person A does their best to help them recover
Person A treating Person B’s wounds
Person A helping Person B back on their feet after a battle (old history lore)
Person B is usually really good at hiding [pronoun] wounds, till they wear an extra large shirt and a wound is exposed to Person A
Person A holding Person B in [pronoun] arms after hearing them say their last words
Person A carrying Person B to safety
Person A cooking for Person B because their sick, and are still recovering from their wounds
Person B crying and screaming in Pain, while Person A trying to calm them down and get them first aid
yes yes mean scary sadists are great but what about sadists that smile and sweet talk you while they wreck your shit? sadists that speak in a sing songy voice while making you cry, sadists that giggle when you beg for mercy, sadists that can't help but express joy while they're making you suffer, sadists that strike fear in your heart every time you see their wicked grins?
pre-canon dog training
Things no one tells you about when you’ve been mentally ill for years and it won’t get better
— everyone will give up on you. Some will say it upfront, some will have indirect ways of showing it (you’re a lucky mf if you still have someone )
— your symptoms/ breakdowns/ panic attacks are cute for a few months. Everyone wants to help. Later on people find them annoying and inconvenient
— you will be blamed for not getting better. Doesn’t matter if you’re doing therapy, taking meds, exercising, eating well and sleeping. You can do all of it, some of it or none of it. They will find fault in your efforts.
— desensitization to your pain. This one isn’t their fault, it’s human nature. But it happens and yes it hurts cuz you would wish you were desensitized to your own pain but you have to feel it no matter what. Doesn’t matter if it’s the millionth time. It demands to be felt.
— people move on. But you can’t. You see people cope and get over things while you simply can’t. And it’s so much worse if you’ve been mentally ill for years. Even the smallest things break you and trigger you.
— you slowly realize this world isn’t made for mentally ill people in any way
— you’re tired / fatigued all the time. You have been for years now. You simply exist but you aren’t capable of living anymore. Your illnesses have taken everything that made you feel alive. You’re nothing but a shell. A body.
Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “You are on the floor crying”
[Text ID: “And you have been / on the floor crying / for days. / And that is you / being brave. / That is you getting through it / as best you know how. / No one else can decide / What your tough looks like.”]