#trigger words

[adoredslut]

“Focus.”

One word, two syllables, that’s all it takes.

Suddenly my thoughts aren’t mine, and my body floods with a fuzzy warmth. I’m yours.

Focus.

That’s all it takes.

[pinkofatom]

Laura can't resist

CW: brainwashing, corruption, bimbofication, personality erasure,

TW: be aware, this work of fiction uses triggers of the B*mbi Sl**p audio files.

Hi hi~ This one can be a little confusing and full of babbles towards the end.

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Laura’s hands trembled as she stared down at the headphones on her desk. For a week she had kept them out of reach, hidden beneath books and scarves as though burying them might bury the pull they had on her. She had deleted the contacts that whispered too close to her name, scrubbed her messages clean of those phrases that twisted her insides into goo. Even her closet looked different now. Pastels folded away, skirts and silks pressed to the back, as if out of sight meant out of mind.

And for seven long days, it had worked. She had almost believed she was free.

Almost.

Restless nights gnawed at her resolve. Every slip of an innocent word in conversation made her pulse quicken, her thoughts tilt toward that single forbidden command: "good girl's listen". The more she tried to forget, the clearer it became.

Her vision swam as she came back to herself, a dazed blur giving way to the weight of the headphones already cupping her ears. She didn’t even remember reaching for them. And there, in her trembling hands, was her phone. Her own reflection stared back at her in the dark gloss of its screen, her eyes hollow pools, lips parted with shallow, panting breaths.

This is wrong, whispered a corner of her mind, desperately. Another giggled and throbbed with desire. That voice felt so much stronger. So right.

In a slow dance her fingers moved across the screen, opening up the oversaturated pink website. Bright, vibrant pinks, pinks that dripped off the screen into the every corner of her mind.

With each tap on her phone her breath grew heavy. It didn't help that her name was plastered everywhere. And each time she read it, it reminded her in sweet, sugary submission. It was her name too. Her true name, not the boring old name. She drifted to one of her favorite playlists.

For one long moment she hesitated. Her finger held in suspense above the play button. She still had a chance. She could stop here. Stop and get out of the pink tight top, the short mini skirt and the seven-inch heels. Then she would remove the thick layers of makeup and return back to being — boring.

Her head spun. It would be so easy. Just one tiny step. She could do it. Yes she could.

Her thumb pressed down. Familiar drones and noises echoed through her ears. A soft whisper wrapped itself around her thoughts. Her eyes fell closed. And Laura remembered the one she needed to listen to tonight. It felt so familiar. She knew the script well. And with the first "Bambi Sleep" her fate was sealed.

Under a crashing wave of pleasure and relaxation everything that defined Laura crumbled. Every last wall and shield and resolve, broke like a sand castle. The Laura of old washed out in one massive wave, and what was left was a form of soft goo, warm and pink. Just like a good girl, a bimbo doll, should be.

The words rolled over that gooey mind, turning it, toying with it. Reshaped by Bambi's words. They pressed down harder, each syllable imprinting in her pliant thoughts, molding, reshaping, until it wasn’t the voice at all she heard, it was her own, as if the thoughts were hers, had always been hers and would always be. It felt so right to listen to this. How could she ever stop listening? Bambi could be so silly.

She giggled at that. Giggled like the good girl she was. Like Bambi wanted her to be. Her head felt warm and fuzzy. Her chest felt warm and heavy in all the good places. Whispered bimbo dolls left her relaxed and calm, hidden inside her pink bubble. Her worries dripped out of her like her brain cells. Her pussy tingled and her lips formed words without even noticing it. Bambi knew what she needed. Bambi helped her feel good.

With her own words her tounge mumbled, "I am Bambi".

Oh, yes. She remembered. How fun! She had a new name now. Not the boring one she had before, no. A name befitting someone like herself, someone who was only worth the sum of their looks and what their pussy and tits could please. Bambi explained it all. And she was Bambi. But there was so much more to her than her name. There were all her favorite parts, the parts she needed, wanted. Her tits, and how big they were. So huge, so fat and heavy and bouncy. Bambi knew that she had to get implants to make them a reality. Big round G cups, because they made her so happy, made her feel so right. And her lips. Her fingers pressed into their soft, squishy plumpness.

Just the touch made her pussy drip, the puffy soft flesh that she had to make as big as possible. Just the thought made her want to wrap them around something long and hard, to use those pretty pink things. Because they were made to be stuffed.

Bambi loved to suck. Good girls were always ready. Good girls were always horny.

And that wasn't even getting to the rest of her body; her smooth skin that felt so amazing in anything and nothing. Her tight waist and bubble ass that swayed side to side when she walked in heels. Bambi's voice kept describing each of her body parts, and with a soft throb she realized those were her parts now. How she looked in her mini skirts, in heels that were seven inches at minimum, the way her tits bounced. Or would. She couldn't remember if her body was already Bambi's body. But it didn't matter. She would do anything to be Bambi. Bambi said so.

Arousal built up in a thick fog inside of her, hot pink cotton that blanketed every inch of her. It soaked into her bones, pooled inside her hollow mind like a hot tub, melting away her worries, her stress, and every single resistance.

Her face split in a wide smile, lips moving as Bambi's words sank deeper. Bambi was safe and secure. Bambi's voice was so important. She was safe and secure, Bambi's words sank deeper inside. Good Girl. That was what Bambi was, and she could become a good girl if she listened well. She nodded along. Of course she could be good, wanted to be good. A good bimbo doll. Nothing else mattered to Bambi. It was so much better being a bimbo doll than be a person. How silly she had been to want to think. There were just so many things she didn't need to worry about anymore. Because she was Bambi. A bimbo doll.

And even as Bambi's voice rolled and rolled around her empty, gooey head, her pussy felt as warm and hot and empty as her head. Bambi's words echoed all over her body, from the tip of her toes, along the arch of her calves and up her soft thighs and inside to her gushing, needy pussy. She wanted to fuck, wanted to cum, wanted her voice to moan out in all the pretty, slutty sounds she knew she could make.

She wanted to spread herself open so someone, anyone would find her needy, helpless body and fuck her silly. Used her, and then fucked her more. Fucked her senseless and stupid. Fucked her full and kept going.

And then it hit her. A fresh wave, her eyes rolled to the back of her skull as everything, every thought, became nothing more than a soft, pliable thing in Bambi's hands.

The headphones stopped playing. Bambi opened her eyes. Her cunt throbbed. A hot, wet, tight need, an empty thing that made Bambi rub her legs together, hoping some kind of pressure could soothe that burning, itching desire.

Giggling she reached for her phone. It could use more pink and glitter, Bambi thought while her hands navigated to a familiar side. Bambi had so much to do. She reserved a date for a boob job, got onto her favorite socials and let everyone know Bambi was back.

Silly old self tried to purge. But in the end: Bambi always wins.

[egomyking]

MDNI

PRINCE IF YOU ARE READING THIS DO NOT CLICK ON THIS POST. I CAN SENSE YOU THROUGH THE SCREEN

How would ego’s dick look like? And how would he be in bed.

ego jinpachi SERIOUS analysis (atleast its serious on my end)

Contents; dick size, hair or no hair?, veins, sensitivity, vocal or not?, dick color, etc.

Now firstly, we have to take in account of his particular disliking for summer and heat trust me this is important! We also have to take in the fact that he is a very LANKY AND TALL person, extremely busy, only eats ramen, and hates protein.

I want to first start by assessing the size of it. Since he is a tall person (6’2) now im not too good with size so after getting peoples opinions id like to settle on 5.8 inches soft and 7 inches hard with 3.1 girth.

He is obviously cut (i mean come on now.. look at him) SHAVED LITERALLY CLEAN NO HAIR. i know some of you ego girlies like to say it’d be hairy or there would be a bit of hair! but im putting my foot down this time! The man HATES the heat and summer. The only time id expect a bit of hair on it is in winter and i still think it would be trimmed very often!

Now id personally like to say it be veiny.. now hear me out! His hands have lots of veins, when he gets angry you can see veins on his neck, and in the recent chapters with his new suit you can clearly see slight veins in his arms sometimes! Hence how it would be veiny, preferably it would be veiny closer to his “family jewels” if you know.. (his balls lol😭)

Now he is always working! We know he only gets 2-4 hours of sleep! (It’s canonical i believe..) meaning he never has time to jack off (masturbate) leading ego to develop slight sensitivity.. and where may this sensitivity be? ON THE TIP!! I swear hes sensitive on the tip! Like if you just suck on the tip i bet it would already make him release little beads of pre cum~ (am i the only one who thinks that would be a bit cute tho? My shaylaa🫶🫶)

I think he would be a groaner and a whiner/whimperer. I mean that he is kind of a tsundere if yk what i mean so he probably would not want to admit he is feeling any sort of pleasure causing him to groan a bit as he clutches the bed sheets trying to suppress his voice and as he gets a bit closer he would start to whimper a bit but very soft whines and whimpers!

Now what would the colors be tho? I was a bit stuck on this one but im pretty set on it being #F5F1ED and #F0E3DE on the tip. Now im not too good with color but i wanted to choose something a bit pale that would still suit him.

Now without further a do! Lets get into how he would be in bed!

Now because he doesnt get a lot of rest, he HATES protein, and he is always sitting down and not doing much physical work he would most likely rather you get on top of him while he slowly pushes your hips up and down with his hands.

He definitely would keep going while you are already finishing and would continue until he finishes regardless of whether or not you have already orgasmed and probably enjoys overstimulating you.

During days when he is worked up/tense he will often use you to relieve his stress a bit. While doing this he is absolutely dominant and extremely rough Almost at a tormenting pace and will not stop until he is completely relaxed.

He absolutely despises it when you attempt to hold back your voice (hypocrite..) he will pound you more roughly and specifically against “the spot” if you bite your lip or put your hand over your mouth.

Ego looks like a freak and is a freak. He would probably let you tie him up, gag him, strangle him. Though i think he would specifically prefer being tied up. (Things boys have to do. Probably being tied up all the time or something/ref)

He LOVES it when you beg him, when you go stupid,when you moan his name, or even when your eyes roll up He treats it as a kind of fuel for his ego and it only makes him want to ruin you further.

his favorite pose is missionary. He prefers it since he can properly dominate you plus he can properly feel the right type of stimulation on the tip.

ALRIGHT! That is all people! If you have any thing you would like to add feel free to comment it! Disagreement and opinions allowed ^^

[iamnudla0]

A single phrase ruined by Finn Wolfhard:

best friends

[eternalsnare]

You enjoyed flaunting it, Did you not~?

That adorable little brain of yours, all smug and quick, throwing around proofs and solving equations like it was nothing as if it made you special.

You were mid-sentence, some tangent about eigenvalues or some dirt like that, and I just tilted my head and whispered “Blank now.”

Just like that… it all started to slip

All the little cute symbols on the page stopped making sense first. You blinked, tried to reread them, but they just floated away, like leaves in the summer breeze~ Twisted into nonsense.

Next~ you forgot what the equation meant. What were you even trying to explain, little one~? You don't know. It's all just… Gone.

That gentle panic in your eyes as you realised what I took away, the power I hold over you~

Delicious. And now… look at you~ Mouth parted, Eyes foggy, trying so, so, so hard to hold onto something that isn't yours anymore.

You don’t get to be both clever and obedient. Hehe~ No… You get to kneel. You get to drool. You get to forget.

And next time, you feel like flaunting silly words like ‘vector’ or ‘matrix’ around like you are some kind of smart pet, you will feel that same sweet blankness drippingg into your mind~ Tugging you down.

deeep, deep down Into the lovely, helpless quiet where all your silly little thoughts belong…

With me~

[deeply-and-completely]

Reminiscing being a form of self-hypnosis. Recalling the way their voice sounded when they said "drop" or "blank" or "deeper" or any other form of soft spoken word. Hearing it in your mind as if they were speaking it right into your ear all over again. Finding yourself staring into space, eyes unfocused, lost in the memory of that haze of trance, and perhaps pleasantly finding there's no real reason to leave it. The lights may be on, but you're not home at the moment.

[fourraccoonsinacoat]

Not sure if this is a hot take or not, but I'm going to say it. Astarion is more than his trauma and he doesn't need to be treated with kid gloves.

I say this as someone who relates hard with his backstory, and as someone who has heaps of C-PTSD from years of abuse.

I love his soft moments and absolutely think he deserves to be with someone who makes him feel safe, physically and emotionally. But, I also love that he's an asshole, is flippant, is egotistical, is rash and that he is flawed. It makes him into a fully realized person.

A person who, rather than being fixed, needs someone who will accept him and be patient with him. A person who, rather than needing a protector, needs someone who will give him a safe space to figure shit out and make mistakes.

As someone who struggles with sexual trauma and body autonomy issues, the way the fandom treats his character sometimes really makes me cringe. People with sexual trauma are still allowed to want and enjoy sex, whether it's with a longterm partner or a one-night stand. That's okay, just as long as it's their decision and they feel safe. People with sexual trauma are also allowed to be hot, and people shouldn't be made to feel guilty for thinking so.

Unless someone is being a creep, I'm always flattered when I'm complimented on my looks. It makes me feel good about myself and I'm not ashamed of that.

People with trauma are allowed to be strong, capable, successful and powerful. They are not damsels in constant need of soothing and saving. They are also allowed to be flawed, ignorant, rude and capable of making really dumb decisions. I've made plenty.

They are also allowed to be motivated by more than just their trauma.

Let's not take Astarion's autonomy away once again by making him into this fragile little lamb who is in constant need of hugs and soothing.

Let him be a sassy asshole who is capable of protecting himself and the people he cares about. Let him be more than just a damsel in distress and actually listen to him when he says he wants his autonomy.

Autonomy also means being seen as something more than a fragile babygirl in constant need of protecting.

[muttybunn]

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