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How do I explain that my rape & kidnapping kinks largely derive from a deep insecurity that people only pretend to want me around out of socially obligated politeness or pity. That every relationship might just be a kind farce, that maybe I’m just a chore to keep around, or a charity project, and I’ll never know for sure.
It’s the idea that someone could, in such an overwhelming way, desire me. So much so that they’d break social, moral, and literal law to have me. It doesn’t matter how much I protest— they won’t be deterred. This is purely for them, not me. It’s an expression of Want so raw and ugly and selfish that it leaves no room in my mind for doubt, and all I can think is, “Huh. They’re not pretending.”
(feel free to tell me to delete this and get my own post btw)
fwiw I'm on the dom side of heavy fantasies, and I think it comes from a similar place. I feel a deep insecurity that people are only into me as a sexual partner because they feel obligated to or pity for me or because I'm easy, and not because they actually think I'm hot or desirable or sexy. I've definitely noticed in the past I've tended to downplay or repress my wants and needs (both sexually and emotionally) because getting play at all (esp as a top trans guy who Will Not do PIV) felt very rare, and I felt I couldn't afford the risk of asking for things and maybe losing that chance
the fantasy of non-con is not giving a fuck any more. about not caring if somebody is 'genuinely' into me or being in my head about if they find me desirable or if I have to watch for them pushing my boundaries. it's a fantasy of simplicity I guess - I want to hurt and fuck somebody so I do, and I don't have to care about being Good Enough
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never in my life have i felt like more of a pathetic loser than going into DC self shipping and everyone has a relationship 😭 esp batman 2025 new(?) love interest. BRUCE WAYNE WHEN I CATCH YOU
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✮ Teen!Aizawa, fem!reader, fluff, men who yearn, polar opposites, puppy love
✮ synopsis: Aizawa with an polar opposite girlfriend
Shota's quiet, reserved, and barely even socializes unless Hizashi forces him to—so the moment someone saw you with your lips on his, it was the shock of the school, for a girl like you to be all over Shota Aizawa.
Not everyone was seeking out watching your relationship, but your fellow classmates couldn't help but notice it: the way he looked mesmerized every time you droned on and on during lunch, the way you looked out for each other in training—it was a match that didn't make sense, but fit so perfectly
He stays very protective of you; it definitely causes Hizashi to make grumpy cat jokes whenever Shota's trailing right behind you holding shopping bags.
You and he adore each other's personalities. The way you're so kind and try to make everyone's life just a little easier, and the way he's so protective of those he loves. Polar opposites, but you swear he's you in a different font.
Falling in love with each other was easy. That's what you tell everyone when they ask, how it was that such polar opposites attracted each other. ask how
— midoriya izuku - “the ban is for your protection too”
you’re sobbing. legs trembling. sheets soaked. it’s 2am izuku wipes your tears like a sweet little boyfriend… while still thrusting into you.
“you said one more,” you cry.
“i said i’m close, baby,” he coos, kissing your damp cheeks. “almost done—be good, you’re doing so good—”
you go limp. soul gone. the next morning, you can’t get out of bed. your legs scream in protest. your clit throbs in fear.
izuku peeks in, beaming. “want some breakfast?”
you throw a pillow. “i want a mobility aid, you sex-obsessed beast.”
he freezes, startled. “wha—i thought you liked it—?”
“sex. ban. five days.”
his eyes go wide, like you ripped his heart out. “five—five days? but what if i just eat you out?”
“no.”
“what if i cry a little?”
“…still no.”
now he’s pouting, flexing shirtless, doing squats next to you on the couch and muttering things like, “i’d treat that pussy with respect if she’d just let me see it again”.
— bakugo katsuki - “you treated me like a fucking pocket pussy”
you wake up in bed, bruised, dazed, and possibly concussed. bakugo walks in with zero shame, biting into an apple. “you good?”
you sit up with a grimace. “you choked me out on the headboard.”
he grins. “you told me to.”
“you said, and i quote, ‘i’m gonna split you open like a wishbone.’”
he shrugs. “and you came like a bitch in heat.”
“i had a vision. i saw my ancestors. sex ban. one week. non-negotiable.”
his jaw drops. “you got me fucked up—i should ban you, you’re the one who gripped my cock like you were tryna keep it.”
“you folded me like lawn chair mid-thrust.”
he scoffs, already adjusting his boxers. “you’re gonna break before i do.”
now he’s stomping around half-naked, fisting the couch cushions, moaning dramatically every time you bend over just a little too far. you’re not gonna make it to day 3.
— aizawa shouta - “you don’t get to break me and then nap”
he’s still asleep. you’re staring at the ceiling, completely naked and so overstimulated you’re vibrating. you limp to the bathroom, looking like you got hit by a train, and find hickeys down to your knees. you confront him in the hallway, wearing a robe and rage. “you fucked me like a criminal, and then had the nerve to fall asleep while i was twitching on the mattress.”
aizawa opens one eye. “you came four times.”
“you edged me for an hour then ruined me.”
he yawns. “you said you wanted something intense.”
“i wanted foreplay. not carnage.” you fold your arms. “you’re banned from my pussy. three days.”
he raises a brow. “is that so?”
“and no lazy finger-fucking while you grade papers either.”
now he’s dangerously silent. letting you sit in his lap during staff meetings, letting his hand hover just above your thigh… brushing your hair off your shoulder and whispering, “ban’s almost over, right?” you’re the one that caves hard.
— shigaraki tomura - “you said you’d be gentle”
you’re clinging to the headboard, shell-shocked. legs trembling. back scratched to hell. your voice is gone.
shigaraki stands at the edge of the bed, breathing heavy, sweat dripping down his neck. “you’re alive,” he mutters. “that’s what counts.”
you rasp, “you called me your little pet and choked me with your shirt sleeve.”
his lips twitch. “and you came so hard you squirted.”
“on the wall, tomura. the wall.”
he shrugs. “didn’t know you could do that. neat.”
you grab your robe like it’s armor. “sex ban. a week. you’re unstable.”
he scoffs. “you think i’m the problem?”
“you growled ‘mine’ and bit my inner thigh like a feral stray.”
now he’s pacing, jerking off with one hand while glaring at you. “if i don’t get to fuck you by friday, i’m decaying the bed.” he keeps leaving your vibrator on your pillow like a threat. you’re scared. and turned on.
— dabi - “you lit my soul on fire and then asked if i was good”
you’re curled up on the couch with an ice pack on your pelvis. dabi’s walking around shirtless, covered in hickeys he made you give him. “you okay, babe?” he says, lighting a cigarette.
you groan. “you called me your ‘favorite cum dumpster’ and then came in me four times without blinking.”
he blows smoke. “you said you wanted to feel used.”
“i said slightly.”
he smirks. “you were crying and saying ‘don’t stop.’ what was i supposed to do?”
you hiss. “sex ban. three days. minimum. i need to regenerate my spine.”
he leans down, whispers in your ear. “so i shouldn’t bend you over the couch right now?”
you kick him weakly. “i will die.”
now he’s tormenting you. letting you see his hard-on every time he changes, jerking off loudly in the shower while moaning your name, licking his fingers in front of you like he’s tasting you again. you’re gonna fold on your knees.
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CW: Non-Con, Wombfucking, Yandere Capitano (Mention of Murder), Lactation, Breeding
Captiano’s family of knights has served yours, the royal family, for decades. You’ve known him since you were little kids, back when he practiced with wooden swords and you with silver spoons. He fell for you over time and did whatever he could for your happiness. He’ll do absolutely anything that you command him to without hesitation.
Although you haven't ascended the throne yet, there’s a lot of pressure for you to find a match. Many citizens have thrown themselves at you but none of them caught your attention. That is, until you met Tartaglia. An orphan knight fresh from war. He earned his title as a noble which in turn, made him eligible for marriage with you.
You found him cute and amusing. Most of his life experience on the battlefield along with his previous status as a commoner means that he knows little to nothing about royal etiquette.
Without bowing or doing anything to show his respect to you, he greeted you with a grin and a simple “Hello.”
Not “Greetings your royal highness.” Not “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Not even “Hello, your highness.” Just “Hello.”
Capitano wanted to cut his head off for his impudence but that ridiculous excuse of a greeting was enough to charm you.
Capitano thought he'd be okay remaining as just your knight, but he changed his mind after seeing you with Tartaglia and the way you looked at him with desire. The kind of desire an alpha typically feels for an omega. The kind of desire that’ll never be directed towards him, a beta.
He can't compete. It's extremely rare for beta candidates to win over omegas. There are certain standards they have to meet if they want to marry into the royal family. One of which being fertility. Omegas are far more likely to get pregnant and produce heirs. Betas are perfectly fertile among other betas but among alphas? Their bodies aren't made to take it. All interpretations of that apply.
Although Capitano has plenty of endurance and stamina, he wouldn't be able to handle you. In a regular battle you’d be on par with his skills but the sexual battle that occurs when an alpha is aroused is a fight he won't be able to win. Not to mention the fact that alpha’s are less likely to be attracted to betas anyway. He’s disadvantaged.
So he has to watch.
Watch you go on dates, take Tartaglia to secret places to make out, and touch him in private, powered by your exhilarating defiance against royal customs.
Watch the way you shift your body in response to something Tartaglia said to turn you on. The way you gaze at his lips before suggesting a detour. The way you look down at the ginger as he wraps his lips around your cock.
And Listen.
Listen to the noises you make as the omega pleases you. Listen to the words you say to him before you come inside his mouth.
Listen to the hushed whispers of what you plan to do to him on your wedding night.
When he was a child, he wished he was an alpha. He trained harder than anyone else so he could hold a candle to the natural strength of an alpha. But now, as an adult, he wishes he was an omega. He wishes you could hold him and say all the things you said to Tartaglia. Praise him when he sucks you off and whisper dirty words into his ear so he can masturbate to the memory when he returns to his quarters.
“Thrain, we can't do this…” You whisper. Capitano’s hand is pressed against the wall while his body is pressed against you.
He gropes your bulge. “Just one time, [Name], please.” His voice is slightly whiny, a stark contrast from how he usually sounds.
“If we do it, I’ll never be able to fulfill my duties. I’ll never be able to hold Tartaglia and consummate our marriage because my mind will be occupied with this memory of you.” You gently caress his cheek. “You’ll become the sole object of my desires.”
Capitano looks at you with a gentle expression.
“However…there's something else we can do to be together, but…it might be too much for you.”
“I’ll do anything for you, [Name].”
“Kill him.” You reply. “Permanently remove him from my life and I’ll wed you.”
Capitano suddenly wakes up.
“Understood.” He clutches his fist.
Capitano enters your palace covered in the ginger man’s blood. Nobody suspects a thing, they assume he's headed to his chambers so he can clean up after fighting monsters. He's lucky enough to live in your palace.
Meaning he can easily enter your room without suspicion.
“Thrain?” You watch him close the door behind him. “Did something happen?” You ask.
He doesn't respond and begins to remove his clothes. With every part he removes, a tempting scent becomes more noticeable. You have two questions. Why is he stripping in front of you and why does he smell like an omega? You wonder if he met someone…that hypothesis would make the blood a lot more concerning.
With your sharp eyes, you notice something on his coat. You walk over and grab it, instantly recognizing the stray orange hairs on it. You can smell Tartaglia’s scent…and someone else's. You turn to him. “What happened? Answer me.”
Capitano pulls his undershirt off of himself. “I took care of him.” He replies, removing his pants.
“Why? What on Teyvat compelled you to do such a thing?” You question. It's not like you were in love with the man but it's extremely concerning for a knight to kill his liege's partner without a valid reason. “Did…did you catch him doing something?” You ask, remembering the unfamiliar scent.
Capitano pauses. Didn't you tell him to…
“Yes. I overheard him talking to an alpha from a neighboring kingdom in his room. He spoke about a plan to stage a coup and take the throne, without you.” He quickly spins a lie.
“So he had an ulterior motive.” You shake your head and stare at the cloth in your hands. It explains why he was so eager to have sex with you. You don't notice he's still stripping. “I’m not all that surprised…Thank you. My most loyal night.” You look at him and pause. You lose your train of thought, your gaze fixating on the area right below his stomach. A sexy symbol in glowing blue ink presumably tattooed onto his body. He didn't have that when you bathed in the hot springs yesterday.
You try to say something but get interrupted by his hand around your waist. In the blink of an eye, you're lifted from the ground. Capitano gently lowers you on your bed and crawls on top of you.
“Don't worry, my liege, I’ll take his place to secure your title as the crown prince and future emperor.” He quickly removes your clothes.
“Wha- what–” You start to pick up a new but familiar scent. Well, new to you. Capitano’s strange condition and his mysterious tattoo makes it easy to alter your reality. The scent you smelled on his coat was his, but you’ll never know that. “I thought you were a beta? Nngh–” You groan from the feeling of his wet pussy rubbing your quickly hardening cock.
“I’m suitable for you now.” He grabs your length and lifts himself up then sinks down onto you. “I’ll give you heirs, [Name].”
His movement pauses as your cock reaches his cervix.
“I- I’m sorry but I don't think—” Your eyes widen as his cervix opens for you. He really is an omega now. “Thrain, you don't have to do this. This isn't your responsibility.”
“Then make it my responsibility.” He restrains you and starts to bounce. “Get me pr— no, breed me, [Name]~” Capitano moans, shivering with excitement. He's finally been blessed.
You marvel at this extreme change. You never knew he had feelings for you. You never even thought of him like that.
“Look,” Capitano reaches for his nipples and squeezes, milk steadily streaming down his body. “Even after surgery, I can breastfeed.”
Seeing him like this in front of you, bouncing on your cock as milk dribbles down his nipples, is driving you nuts. You hate yourself for being so ignorant. You're glad Tartaglia’s dead. Now you get to return your love to the man who you practically belong to at this point. He's defended and fought for you since the day he was given permission to guard you. He's part of the reason why you became the crown prince. You’re…his.
All of you, every single part, belongs to him.
You touch his tattoo, instantly triggering an orgasm. Capitano's mouth hangs open and his bounces stop. He moans. He feels amazing.
You grab him and flip your positions, then move him into a mating press. He may be stronger but you're trained well enough to handle his weight. Even if you weren't, sex with an omega can make difficult things easy and the impossible, possible.
You press your lips against his and lead him through the kiss while thrusting deep inside him.
You pull away from his face, only by a couple meters, then drag your tongue down his body and to his nipples.
Capitano grins. “Yes–” He throws his head back. “Mark me, [Name]!”
You want to, so badly, but you can't just yet. You hesitate before parting with his nipple. “We have to wait.” You brush his hair behind his ear. The rules of Snezhnaya are strict and the opposing nobles are always happy to nitpick the royal family. Royals aren't permitted to have penetrative sex nor mark their partners before marriage to prevent illegitimacy.
The sex can be excused since Capitano is presenting, and you’ll likely get more support since most would believe you're soulmates, but you physically can't mark him. At birth, every member in the direct line of the royal family is given a preventative seal to prevent marking and pregnancy from happening. It also helps fight against strong pheromones and keeps the person in a somewhat more sober state than how they’d be otherwise. It can only be broken by a priest, typically during the wedding ceremony.
There are “illegitimate” children in the bloodline, but it's not common. It usually happens when one severs ties to the family or pays off a priest so they can elope.
But even if you could mark him, you’d be in big trouble with both your parents and all the nobles. You don't want to make things complicated.
“Don't worry, my love.”
He swoons at your voice. “You’ll still breed me?” He asks sweetly. God, hearing him in a state like this is something you never knew you needed.
“On our wedding night. Can you wait for it, sweetheart?” You pull out and come on his stomach. “I’ll stay inside you all night, then I’ll come inside you again in the morning, then I'll come back in the afternoon…I’ll make sure you get pregnant. Just be patient.”
Capitano smiles and nods. He knows how intense the nobles can be when it comes to this topic. His exhaustion finally catches up to him and his eyes flutter closed.
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