Tumgik
#even with pronouns to a certain extent
romeoandromeo · 2 years
Text
.
6 notes · View notes
gojoest · 1 month
Text
CRAZY ABOUT YOU — gojo satoru
Tumblr media
tw: MDNI, f! reader, she/her pronouns used, pregnancy (reader is expecting), established relationship (you’re married), pregnancy freak!satoru, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, pet names (baby, love, sweetheart), very very brief mention of somno & oral f receiving, reader wears a dress, he’s a freak, not proofread, wc: 2.4k
synopsis: your husband fucks you during one of your prenatal visits
Tumblr media
your husband is a freak, you know that. but what you didn’t know was how big of a one he could be, for you. you found out — when you became pregnant with his child.
when satoru found out that you’re carrying his child — because he did before you, saw it with his six eyes — he fucked you differently. with a primal urge unheard of, like a man that’s impregnated his wife and is now claiming her again, confirming the fact that you belong to him by slamming it deep inside you. after the fifth (?) orgasm he dragged out of you that night, you asked him through a weary chuckle — “huh, where did this come from?” — and his answer began with a motion of his fingers hugging his balls — “it came from here…”, followed by his other hand caressing your belly “…and went there”, while slowly leaning in to meet your lips, “and i might just lose my mind because, baby — you’re pregnant”
a rather unconventional way to find out you’re pregnant.
if he had any semblance of decency in him before (which is rather questionable) and could keep his hands to himself (to some extent) during certain times and in certain places, it is completely off the table now.
when he wants you, you will know; others around will know it, too. he doesn’t shy away from making it obvious, or more so he doesn’t care if other people notice. what’s there to be embarrassed about? after all, you’re a couple, you do things. it’s only natural. and that pretty baby bump is the perfect proof of it. in all honesty, it gets him off when others know that he’s about to fuck his beautiful pregnant wife once he takes her home.
he's a freak like that, it can’t be helped. even more so now with the way your skin glows differently, with the way you smell, the way you carry yourself and the way your body is undergoing the natural changes as the pregnancy progresses that he finds so beautiful. it all messes with his head. brings out the real freak in him that can no longer keep his urges at bay, not when knowing that he himself brought this upon you. it makes you so undeniably his, for everyone to see and acknowledge. his chest swells with pride…
…but sometimes pride also gives way to greed, to a freakish desire for more of you.
during the rare times you go about to shower without him, he slips into the bathroom. sits on the toilet seat and starts jerking off to you, watching your swollen belly and breasts, moaning loud and clear for you to come to his aid. sometimes you wake up to him holding your hand wrapped around his cock, rubbing himself into your palm, audible pants seeping from his lips as he slowly lifts the hem of your shirt (his shirt that you wear to sleep) — preparing to splatter his load on your pregnant belly; or alternatively, you open your eyes to his face buried between your legs, devouring you like a starved animal… other times, as you make dinner in the kitchen, tenderizing the meat with the mallet on the counter, he comes from behind and presses his hard-on against your ass, shamelessly asking “would you mind beating my meat, too, baby?”
and when you go about to scold him, call him a jerk, a perv, a freak, insufferable while hitting his chest — playfully, because you secretly like it when he can’t contain himself around you — he blames you for it. tells you that you’ve severed him so abysmally that he’s having a hard time now keeping it soft around you (he’s not lying). that you broke him and should take responsibility for it. chuckles fill the room and mix in between your kisses that later turn into breathy moans and pants mixed in between countless of i love you’s and you’re mine and mine only’s.
but sometimes, such as today, he takes things a bit too far…
like,
—you can’t simply fuck your wife during one of the prenatal visits just because the doctor left the examination room for a bit and your dick is rock-hard from seeing your wife’s belly out in the open.
“you have to be kidding me”, you raise your brows in absolute surprise as you watch your husband unbuckle his pants, “now? HERE?”
“please?”, he looks at you, cheeks flushed and eyes of a pleading puppy.
you knew he was up to something from the glint in his eyes as he kept staring at your exposed belly earlier, completely transfixed, only his eyes following the ultrasound probe as the doctor pressed it over your tummy.
“the doctor’s going to come any moment, you know right?”, you try to confirm he is aware that this can go very wrong.
“yes, but so am i — you don’t want me walking around in cum drenched pants, right?”, he purses his lips into a pout, one that’s obviously fake (but it works on you, even if you refuse to admit it).
“it’s not like you’ve never done it before”, you mock.
“that was only one time”, he pouts (this one’s not a fake), “okay, maybe two or three times, but it happens even to the best” (it was more than two or three times)
“aha”
“oi. whose fault do you think it was? you make a man go crazy. i mean, look at me right now, just look — i am standing here with my dick almost out for you, in the doctor’s office”
“so you realize this is absolutely crazy but still you won’t pack your dick away?”
“no, i will not. i’ll die if i don’t get to fuck you this instant. and i mean it, it hurts so much. and the authorities will suspect you did it, you know. because it’s always the wives anyway…..and they won’t be wrong about it”
“you’re hopeless, satoru”, you sigh, giving him a roll of your eyes.
but still, leaning on your elbows you slowly rise yourself from the examination table and sit at the edge of it, removing the towel covering your thighs. spreading your legs for him, you think that you really made the right choice to wear a dress today — less in the way for your husband and another one of his “if i don’t get to fuck my wife, i’ll die” episodes.
“i am”, he saunters over to you, biting his lower hip at the sight of your thighs and the beautiful belly hanging in between, “but i can’t help it when you’re so pretty for me like this, i go crazy”
and fuck, if it doesn’t make you wet the way he looks at you right now as he stops to stand between your open thighs, invading your space with such ease because that’s where he belongs to be. all the signs hint at that, too — the ring on your finger, the baby in your belly and the wetness dripping from your cunt, ready to welcome him in.
“yea, you really do”, you pull the front of his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, earning a low hiss from him upon your hand making contact with it.
“all because of you”, he places his hands under your ass and slightly pulls you to himself. you’re immediately met with where he’s hard, it’s poking and rubbing against your belly.
a moan crawls up his throat and breaks out into a satisfied groan. part of him wants to cum just like this — by rubbing himself against your belly. but god, you smell so good down there that it shifts his desire. now that he’s so close to you — standing right in front of your doors — he can smell it so much better. your scent wafts up from your heat and goes straight to his nostrils, letting his brain register in the most primal of ways that your body is ready for him.
you know he’s noticed the dampness of your panties by the way his smile’s faded into a grin, you can smell yourself in the air around you, too.
“fuck, baby…can cum from this alone, you know? rubbing myself on that pretty belly that i made on you”, satoru whispers as he leans forward to take your mouth into his. his lips are loaded with such intensity that they suck the air from your lungs, leave you moaning into his mouth. the grip he’s got on your ass tightening, his fingers digging into your flesh. “but that won’t do now, so hold on tight”
you comply in silence, wrapping your hands around his neck as he lifts you up just enough to peel your panties down to your thighs, then sits you up again and drags them down your legs and onto the floor.
“just so you know—if someone comes before i do, i’ll just keep fucking you”, he grins at you as he positions himself back between your legs. his words might sound like a joke, an exaggeration of some sort to make it clear how much he wants you right now, but you know better than anyone that he’s pretty serious about it.
“then hurry up, you freak”
his fingers swipe over your cunt — to confirm that you are indeed as ready as your scent gives away — and collect your arousal before rubbing it all over the length of his throbbing cock, mixing your wetness with his vigorously leaking pre.
“open them a little bit more for me, baby”, he coaxes, hands back on your thighs, tapping softly on your skin as a signal to spread them just a little bit more and give him way. you lean back on your hands and push your legs open as much as you can. the motion causing your belly to bump against his cock, squishing it between the two of you, pressing it against his stomach.
“s-shit, baby”, he hisses at the sensation, his body jerks a little and his hips buck forward, against your belly, to deepen the friction, “i can really cum from just rubbing it on you….fuck, that’s crazy”, he laughs.
but satoru stops himself.
his hand moves away from you to get a hold of his cock and help it against your entrance, pushing the head towards your folds before slowly sinking in the entirety of it, bottoming out in you from the very start. there’s no time to waste and he’s got no patience left in him, once he’s in — he’s going all the way.
“nghh, s-satoru”, you whimper at his needy intrusion, but swallow him so easily that your wetness starts to spurt out as he’s starting to dart in and out, trickling down the crack of your ass and dripping onto the examination table.
“fuck, love…look at the way you take me”, he breathily chuckles, head thrown back as he picks up the rhythm of his thrusts, “and you call me crazy, huh…haha, fuck, f-fuc-k” — if his voice was a tad bit louder just now and could keep a steady note, he would’ve sounded maniacal.
“s-shut up….don’t compare me to yourself”, you protest, trying to deny the fact you want him just as bad but the way your walls clench around him proves the other way around. you become who you surround yourself with. he’s crazy to do this to you here of all places. and you’re just as much crazy to let him have his way with you.
you suck him in so deep that his body, caught off guard, jerks and bucks forward. it makes him forget where he starts and where he ends. he wants to let go but also to never stop, he’s fighting so hard but it’s a battle he’s slowly losing. as his pace is growing faster his thrusts are getting sloppier. “shit”, he curses under his breath. his balls are sizzling and he wants to bust so bad but not before he makes you cum.
the tension, the pulsing of his cock and the ridges of his throbbing veins — you can feel them like a heartbeat inside of you, and each time he slams against that sweet spot your clit responds with a beat of its own.
you try to hold your voice back but pants leave through your parted lips as you gasp for air.
“nghh, ’toru…’m gonna cum”, you whimper incoherently as you throw your head back, eyes shut close.
“yea? go on, baby—cum for me. come on, sweetheart—i’ll help you out”, he breathes.
his hands grabbing onto the plush of your thighs with a deadly grip, pulling you closer to help fuck himself into you better. the bottom of your belly is flat against his rock-hard abdomen now and he keeps it that way while ramming himself inside you, rubbing his cock around your sensitive walls, without pulling out. over and over until you squirm and come undone. face grimacing in pleasure and hips jerking from the electrifying sensation as you keep chanting “fuck, fuck, fuck” under your breath as quietly as possible so your voice doesn’t make it past the walls of the examination room for others — doctors, nurses and patients — to hear.
you glance your eyes to him, all disheveled and sweaty as his hips live through the last few thrusts left in them before he implodes inside of you. you hear him grumble how he’s about to fill you up while peering at you with a desperate face.
“f-fuck”, he growls throatily, charging one last time into you before spurting his load inside you. his body shudders from the release he’s been holding back. and he’s pouring too much, his heat spilling and filling your insides. you can feel it all — he’s making a frothy mess of your cunt.
it takes a few seconds after he’s done pouring his seed that his body reigns back control and he stops shuddering. he then looks at you.
“if i pull out now it’ll all spill out, you know? so maybe we should stay—?”
“no.”, you dryly interrupt. “don’t force our luck. put that thing away before someone comes and help me put my panties on”
“but it’ll spill out”, he insists.
“i’ll hold it in, don’t worry”
“oh? you know just the thought alone is doing inhumane things to me all over again, right?”
“satoru. don’t you dare.”
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
sweet-as-an-angel · 3 months
Text
House Husband! Simon who…
Tumblr media
Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sexual Punishment (Consensual), Degrading, Edging, Simon Exhibiting Some Himbo Tendencies, Objectification of a Military Man, Implied Pegging, No Pronouns Used For Reader Except ‘You’.
Lets you take the stresses of your day out on him, riding him with such fervour that he’s left digging his heels into the mattress of your shared bed, gritting his teeth and trying not to let the coil in his stomach snap before you’ve gotten yourself off.
Secretly loves being berated, being called your “Stupid boy, only good for cooking and cleaning. Such a good husband for me.”
Loves when you spoil him with the lavish gifts you can afford with your high-paying job. “A reward for keeping the house so tidy while I’m away.” You say as you take the cologne bottle in your hand and pull the waistband of his boxers with the other, slipping the bottle past before letting the band snap against his skin. You make sure to give his ass a good smack on your way past, too.
Another symbol of your ownership of him to complement the wedding band you’ve bound him with.
He’ll bend himself backwards to please you, learning to cook anything that takes your fancy, giving you massages when you need them, using his height and strength to clean the house thoroughly, pulling out all the furniture and making sure the place is spotless.
Though, he’d never admit that he sometimes leaves certain things — laundry, dishes, whatever — unfinished so you’ll punish him when you come home.
Loves when you edge him, using him for your own pleasure while preventing him from feeling the fullest extent of his. He lives for the tears in your eyes when you cum for the third time, rocking yourself on his thick cock as he holds you by the hips, desperately trying not to rut into you and give you another reason to stave off his orgasm.
When you think he’s earned it, you’ll make sure he really feels it. Squeezing around him with such ferocity that has him seeing stars when he finally does unravel, thick ropes of cum shooting into you as his back arches, his low, strangled moans filling your home. He’ll pant heavily, trying to gather his bearings as you detach from him, thin strings of cum trying desperately to keep the two of you connected.
He shudders at the tone in your voice when you throw a towel and a pair of pants at him, telling him to clean himself up and go and make dinner.
“I expect it done within the hour. I’m starving.”
Needless to say, he considers burning it a little to incur your wrath once more. But he knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that that parcel you ordered the other day did look rather long. Thin, too. Almost dick-shaped.
He’s taken a peek. He knows he shouldn’t have, but now he knows he mustn’t – under any circumstances – get on the wrong side of your strap-on. Especially one so girthy and long; big enough to even wind Simon if when you slammed into him with it.
But that’s a punishment for another day.
Reblog for more content like this! It helps creators like myself tremendously and it is greatly appreciated :-)
Masterlist Masterlist [Continued] Masterpost Modern Warfare AI Masterlist
AO3 Wattpad Tumblr Backup Account
2K notes · View notes
malleusfucker · 1 year
Text
private study session
Tumblr media
i have a shit ton of uni work but is writing smut of this man more important i think so
i live and breathe for asshole malleus y’all don’t even understand that man is a smug bastard
synopsis: your grades have been plummeting. bad. so much so that if you don’t improve, you might have to end up retaking the yearーwhich you definitely don’t want. no matter how hard you study and revise by yourself, nothing seems to stick. that was until you built up the courage to ask your close friend, malleus, if he could tutor you.
warnings: smut/nsfw, degrading, choking, lowkey hate sex, overstimulation, unprotected sex, mating press, reader is afab but no gender or pronouns are explicitly specified
word count: 2.8k
“oh-ho? and what makes you believe that my time will not be wasted?"
“it won’t, i swear! …please, malleus, just this once. i might have to retake the year if i don’t improve.” you shifted your feet nervously, continuing your embarrassing attempt at trying to convince the dragon fae to lend you just a slither of his intelligence. you weren’t one to beg, but at this pointーyou had to. of course, being the only non-magic student to have miraculously enrolled into NRC, it was a given your grades would be subparーbut not to this extent.
"and we certainly don't want that, do we?"
malleus's tone was condescending, apparently relishing the sight of you pleading for his help in front of him. his lips curved into a grin, and he cocked his head to one side. “i mean… that would be unfortunate if you needed to repeat the year. i do enjoy the lessons i have with you, child of man.”
your eyes widened as if he were finally giving in to your wish, like a puppy seeing a treat for the first time. “then? then…!? will you help me, malleus?”
malleus seemed thoughtfully contemplative for a few seconds. you were sure you saw a glimpse of something in his eyes for a single second. something menacing.
“fine. i’ll accept your request, child of man. you’re quite the lucky one, you know? not everyone can say that they’ve had me as their personal tutor.”
personal tutor, huh? it didn’t sound bad when he put it like that.
it was 6 p.m. malleus agreed to assist you back at your own dormーwhich surprised you slightly, but you didn’t mind. if anything, it only meant that evening was about to be spent without any disturbances.
it became clear that malleus was going to spend hours tutoring you like he stated he would. you sat pitifully looking at the pages in front of you as he poured information into your ears that amounted to little more than background noise. he was in the seat next to you. his body, though, was stiff. with one leg over the other and his arms crossed, it felt like being lectured about how dumb you are. 
maybe this wasn’t a good idea.
but it was probably too late to back out of it now.
snap
“are you ignoring me, child of man?”
as you heard his fingers snap at you, you quickly brought your eyes back into focus to see a face brimming with frustration and irritation.
“were you even paying attention to a single word i said?”
malleus was furious. with a tone laced with something much more than frustration, you knew you messed up big. the words that came out of his mouth only made the hairs on your arms prick up, feeling your mouth get dry as he leaned in close to your face, seeing the rage in his expression ever more clearly.
he was close. too close. you were so uneasy that you were certain he would smite you on the spot if you said something stupid.
“yes..! i swear i was malleus!”
you felt his stare burn right through you, feeling as though he’d bite off your head any second. all that you could hope was that if you said “yes” enough, maybe he’d let you off easier.
that wasn’t the case.
“am i boring you? is a human’s time for daydreaming more important than mine?”
you started to shake in your seat, your heart in your throat.
“you have a lot of nerve, child of man. taking my generosity for granted, really, you are bold.”
he drew even nearer until his face was almost brushing yours. all you could do was tremble and pray that he wouldn't actually murder you at this very moment. suddenly feeling paralysed, you couldn't even gather the energy to defend yourself.
he pressed a finger on your foreheadーhardーwatching you practically unravel in front of him.
“what will it take, child of manーfor you to listen? how can we make the time left today not utterly pointless?”
he remained far too close to your face for your liking. whilst your body was about to give way any second, you couldn’t help but feel your face heat up for some strange reason. you’ve never seen malleus so close up before, it was almost an honour. you wanted to shake these stupid, borderline dangerous thoughts away, but you almost felt in awe at the anger he was expressing to youーas bad as that was.
“hoh? got nothing to say? heh, it’s almost as if you’re trying to anger me. you’re certainly the first to do such a thing, child of man.”
he moved his finger from off your forehead to your jaw, resting it under your chin as he slowly tilted your head up to look at him. you gave him a glazed-over look. it was as if every single thought in your head suddenly turned off, rendering you speechless and still. feeling his finger touch underneath your chin, you couldn’t help but sweat, your face becoming more flushed by the second.
“hmm, your face is heating up. am i embarrassing you, child of man?”
malleus was. 
but even with all that embarrassment that was thoroughly washing through your entire body, you could sense a faint sensation of excitement starting to bubble. were you the masochistic type? did you actually enjoy getting humiliated by him? perhaps not, but seeing him get so riled up over youーhis face inches away from your ownーhey, maybe dying at the hands of someone like him wouldn’t be…too bad.
though, in the end, you could never hide things from malleus. if he couldn't detect your excitement from your face, something else revealed it for you. the slits in his eyes thinned, he glared at you. he could smell, ever so slightly, a hint of your arousal.
“...my. do you have a death wish?”
as soon as those words left his lipsーyou blinkedーsuddenly finding yourself having been thrown onto your desk, your back slamming onto the hardwood.
you gasped as you abruptly came out of your trance and felt him securely hold your legs as he towered over you. malleus wasted no time in entertaining those lewd thoughts your body was so clearly showingーwith a simple snap of his fingers, your clothes vanished and fell beside you. to say you were shocked to see this sudden change in him would be an understatement. you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, with how fast everything was moving, you could say he was eager butーwith that expression…
it looked as if your mere presence disgusted him.
malleus slid his hand up over your neck, wrapping his long fingers around it before slowly squeezing as he spoke.
“heh. child of man, give me one good reason why i shouldn’t kill you right here.”
your body was shaken to its core. that voiceーthat sentence alone made you feel faint. you pathetically flailed your arms around, weakly trying to release the grip he was slowly tightening on your neck. the pressure around your throat distracted you from how vulnerable you looked under him right now. naked and shiveringーmalleus started to grin and leaned close to you, gently planting a kiss on your forehead. it was strange. the kiss felt so soft on you, yet the pain you felt merely inches away couldn’t have been more different.
he laid tiny wet kisses down your forehead and jaw before snatching his other hand and slipping it between your legs, gently teasing your wet folds. something about the contrast between his touch and his kisses made you melt; you felt yourself slump lower and lower onto the desk as you embarrassedly leaked all over it. “...malleus- i’m- i’m sorry-” you wheeze, still trying to release the vicious hold he had on your neck.
his face stayed close to you, and he suddenly licked a long stripe up your neck and jaw. the sudden sensation made you twitch, moaning slightly at how warm and wet his forked tongue felt against your bare flesh.
“it’s all too late to apologise now.”
“tutoring you was an utter waste of time. now, i’d much rather try something else.”
before you could even attempt to reply, he let his hand from your neck free. you gaspedーsuddenly feeling your naked, trembling body be dragged to the edge of the desk. your mind was racing so much that you failed to hear the sound of his belt suddenly slamming against the ground. you stared off at the ceiling, your lip quivering. the whole thing seemed like a dream, albeit a strange one. your rational mind refused to accept the reality of the situationーbut your body...had never felt so hot before. it felt unbearable; you needed to be relieved. and luckily, malleus was there, leaning over with his gaze searing through you evermore.
he forcefully propped your shaking legs up against his waist with one hand, immediately snatching your face to make you look at him. however, for a moment, it looked as if he had forgotten what had led you two to be in such a predicament and simply loomed over you, staring at you. his gaze almost switched to a softer one, feeling the urge to gently caress your cheek. though that was quickly discarded, and immediately that familiar look of disgust soon reappeared on his face.
malleus moved his hips closer to yoursーfinally feeling his hard erection brush against your twitching core; you wincedーwishing you could throw your arms around him and bring him even closer to you.
malleus, however, was not in the mood to be so courteous to you and certainly didn't want to take up any more time than had already been lost.
without any preparation, you suddenly felt malleus drive one of his cocks into you. you screamed out, feeling him sliding and bottoming out of you with just one thrust. swiftly, with three of his fingers then violently thrust into your mouth, you gagged and choked, tears beginning to spill down your cheeks, 
“bite down. good students know not to be noisy.”
you tried to pathetically choke out to malleus that it was too muchーyour body shook and convulsed from the agonising splitting pain of his long, hard cock bullying its way into you, poking and prodding at your cervix. you sank your nails into the desk, biting down hard on his fingers as he pushed and slammed his hips into you, your cries for help becoming louder by the second. within minutes of him thrusting into you, you felt pressure rapidly build in your stomach, causing you to clench and squeeze against him. 
“oh? what’s this? don’t tell me you’re going to cum already?”
you wailed, but his insulting remarks just made you feel worse about your own increasing arousal. still choking on his fingers, you nodded frantically when you then felt sharp cramping throughout your body as if you were about to cum. he swiftly slipped his fingers out while he was still thrusting into you just so he could hear your pitiful cries. 
you felt your body shudder against the desk as a wave of scorching hot pleasure swept over you, pouring and seeping down onto the hardwood under you. you tried to catch your breath, gagging and choking as you already felt so sore and painful from just one orgasm. but it was obvious that malleus wasn't through with you just yet. it was, if anything, just the start.
he gave you time to calm down, your breath slowly easing as you shut your eyes, thinking this torture had reached its end. 
of course, malleus would not let you off that lightly. his rage persisted and seeing you believe that this punishment was over just made him more spiteful.
he leaned in, his breath hot, “i’m so glad you’re enjoying yourself. now put your arms around me.” his tone was once again mocking, but this time it felt more serious, like everything you did would simply enrage him more.
he suddenly forced you into a mating press, your legs wedged up against your chest as you struggled to wrap your trembling arms around his head. you cried out and started to think that your body wouldn’t be able to handle thisーthat he might actually break you.
as he started to softly drive into you, drawing more weak and muffled groans from your lips, your hands connected to the base of his horns, clutching and scraping your nails across them. he started off slow, almost giving a relaxing quality to his thrusts as he softly kissed your forehead and smiled sweetly against your face, much to your surprise. your body relaxed as a result of his sudden shift in attitude, enjoying the fleeting moments of him lovingly moving his hips against yours, which were only going to abruptly come to an end.
your eyes were closed, not being able to see the horrific smile malleus suddenly had across his face. you assumed that the strange sadistic side of him had long since vanished, as evident by your voice becoming moans of pure pleasure rather than of pain. regardless of his disposition, he enjoyed seeing you this way. seeing how you moaned so quietly and softly only made the urge to completely ruin you that much stronger.
“are you enjoying this?”
you slowly opened your eyes, malleus still gently pushing into you as you lazily nodded, whimpering as the pleasure inside you continued to become greater. “mmm…malleus. it feels so good…don’t stop.” 
“heh. so you think you can tell me what to do? your disrespect truly knows no bounds.”
your growing sense of pleasure abruptly gave way to a dreadful fear as he pushed your legs higher onto your chest and over his shoulders, making it clear that he was absolutely certain you couldn't get away. not understanding what he meant, your lip began to quiver, only for him to rid you of your confusion by suddenly thrusting into you aggressively. you screamed out, tears soon welling in your eyes again as he gave you no time to acclimate to the sudden pace. he licked his lips, savouring the view of you struggling and wailing underneath him as he gradually began to envelop your neck with his fingers. he hovered his face close to yours, sticking his long, forked tongue out before sloppily kissing your lips, still continuing his ruthless pace. you groaned under him, feeling yourself beginning to choke from both his tongue and his fingers, which were slowly beginning to squeeze your throat once again.
it was all far too muchーyour vision starting to blur, and all of your senses drowning and bleeding into one another as he kept pounding his thick cock into you, causing you to harshly grip and pull his hair. 
he immediately drew his face back and tutted at you, but seeing the way your eyes began to roll into the back of your head only made him want to quicken his paceーif it was even possible. 
“haha…perfect. so perfect…”
the words coming out of his mouth didn’t make sense. he was praising you yet abusing you with every thrust and squeeze of your body, not even giving you a chance to cry out as your head slowly began to feel faint. all of the pain and pleasure made you lose your mind, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly as he started to lick and nip at your ears. 
he throbbed and twitched inside of you and felt his own climax begin to rise, eventually making the decision to be generous enough and remove his vice-like grasp from around your neck. you gasped and cried out, finally able to breathe and mewling as a result of his cruel touch. 
“malleus...ーpleaseーit’s too…ーmuch... ’m gonna-” he smiled at your pleas, pressing your legs harder against your chest, allowing him to thrust even deeper into you.
“heh, are you going to cum? haha…then do it. cum for me.”
it seemed as if he had put you under a spell with how immediate and intense your orgasm was, your walls clenching down on his throbbing cock with tears dripping down your chin. you felt the sensation of hot, burning pleasure wrack through your body once again, not even hearing your own screams from how strong it was.
malleus didn't even allow you to come down from your high. instead, he kept pushing to reach his own climax, feeling his body start to shudder and throb as he kissed you. “i’m…close…you’ll allow me to cum inside of you, won’t you? i know you will.” 
you didn’t even care anymoreーyour legs continued to shake and tremble as you feebly nodded with your eyelids flickering. it seemed like malleus would fulfil his word, for a few seconds later, he let out a moan as he unleashed and pumped copious loads of white cum into you, causing you to whimper as you felt him completely fill you up.
his breathing evened almost immediately. wiping the sweat from off your face, he delicately slid his cock out from inside of you to admire his work, gazing at the way your body jerked with his cum spilling and gushing out of your abused hole.
“heh. maybe tutoring you every week won’t be so bad after all.”
2K notes · View notes
libraford · 15 days
Note
Yeah literally that is NOT your job to handle that kind of behavior. Even for childcare stuff - I admit I'm a camp counselor not a teacher but for stuff like that we're not supposed to try and handle it ourselves. You don't have the training to solve that kind of thing and also YOU'RE the one being harassed, that's crazy to expect you to do it
It's absolutely nuts to assume that every adult has the capacity to turn a kid's life around.
I can change a kid's life if I know HOW to. If a kid says they go by a different name than what's on their roster, can make the name correct in the yearbook. If I see pronoun pins on their lanyard, I can use their pronouns. If one of our local queer youngins sees me outside my uniform and says they're struggling about a queer problem, I can give them resources. If a kid is self conscious about their body, I can change the angle of my camera to be more flattering.
I can do it in small, normal, kind ways because I have the resources to do that and I can be more certain of how that action will impact them.
I can NOT expect to know the results of a 'heartfelt one on one' where I don't know a kid's full situation, and NOT when the extent of my interaction with most kid's is less than one minute.
100 notes · View notes
Note
Can I request al haithams alphabetical? Thanks in advance ❤️
Oh god you may anon, I'd do anything for that man 🥵
Genre: Smut (MDNI)
CWs: No pronouns/genitalia mentioned for reader, reader can be either sub or dom depending on the section, bit if a modern!au in D (that or kameras can record), unspecified undergarment stealing (D), semi-proofread!
Tumblr media
— Alhaitham: Full Alphabet
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Soft <3 Kisses you on the cheek, lips, shoulder, or temple (whatever is closest), whispering sickly sweet words and petnames into your skin. He kind of nudges you with his head, cat-like as he comes down from that high. It’s with one final kiss does he slowly get up, reaching for the water he set aside and the towel on the nightstand drawer. If there was anything else you wanted, just let him know.
B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of their partners)
The column of your neck and the shell of your ear. He loooooves nibbling and biting when he takes you, especially from behind. The way you squirm and arch into his chest, ass rubbing against his throbbing cock just makes him want to ravish you more.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
As much as Alhaitham loves stretching you out on his cock and stuffing you full of his cum, there’s a special place in his heart for cum shots. To him, seeing how his seed paints your face white reminds him that you’re all his <3
D = Dirty Secret
Alhaitham may or may not enjoy filming your sessions (permission granted of course). However, he won’t tell you which ones he records. He finds that it lets you act natural, unworried about having to act a certain way.
On days you’re not able to assist him he turns to these archives, large hand wrapped around his cock and a pair of your undergarments tangled in between. It's all for research though, nothing else, his heavy breathing and erratic heart are just a by-product of his studies.
E = Experience (How experienced are they?) 
This man… This dude… He may exude the idea that he’s experienced but man oh man is he a virgin among virgins. Alhaitham likes his quiet time and doesn’t do more than he has to, a routine go to work then go home, with necessary chores, errands and books added to the mix. That’s it; there’s no time or desire for love or sex, sticking more to factual and logical things. Until he met you of course.
With all that said, I shrill think he knows a lot in theory and just hasn’t been able to put any of it into practice (maybe you can help him with that ;)).
F = Favourite Position
Anything that has your back flushed against his chest. Standing, laying, it doesn’t matter. He really likes the feeling of your warmth against him, it’s just a bonus to have easy access to a lot of your sensitive spots in these positions.
A close second is having you on top, riding him.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)
Alhaitham is known to be blunt and to get right to business. Even when he does crack a rare joke or two he’s serious sounding. So, his seriousness can and does bleed into intimate affairs. It’s just his nature. However, he does drop teases here and there at times, but that’s the extent of it.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) 
Mhm! Pretty little patch of gray with an equally appealing happy trail lay hidden beneath those tight pants of his. He keeps himself decently kept but doesn’t worry over it often. Only when he deems a little trim is needed will he take action.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)
On his own, he’s not as romantic as he’s capable of. He's not one to show his emotions outwardly and even after being with you for some time, it's something he still needs work on. Alhaitham may not whisper rose petals to you as he fucks you, but he can and does hold your hand. He'll kiss you fiercely as well, lips searing as he tries to burn the feeling into your memory, hoping to make you dizzy with a kiss alone.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
So strategic with when and where he does it you'd think he doesn't do it at all. Oh, but he does. It's not often but it happens, sometimes in his office, other times in his bedroom, sparked solely by evidence left behind of times when your form laid bare beneath him, moans filling the space only for him to shush you, less someone hear.
Alhaitham will attempt to ignore the stir of his cock, trying his best to return back to his task, but it's not long later does the strain become too much and he's pulling it out, imagining it's you instead of him taking care of the problem only you can cause.
Unfortunately, it's not enough, so he'll have to seek you out or wait until you return home. He's sure you'll remember just as well as he did the moment he brings it to your attention.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Exhibitionism: Gets off so bad when fucking you in places you could get caught. His office? Hell yeah. Around the Akademiya? You better watch your volume, someone might hear. In an alley just out of shot of the streets of Sumeru City? Honestly, it’s his personal favourite!
Bondage: This is both for himself and you. Alhaitham likes how they feel and look on you both, the way the one being tied can get toyed with so easily.
L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)
He's got two: the first one is the bedroom. Private, soundproof (Kaveh pushed him to his limit one night), the bathroom is right there for afterwards and it's just overall comfy.
Then, for those of you that have been in Alhaitham's house in-game, you know the table surrounded by couches in the main room? Yeah, that's his second place. Perfect height to sit or lay on, it's right there for the times neither of you can be bothered to walk the extra few feet and it also feeds into that exhibitionist kink I mentioned earlier.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Don’t be afraid to take the lead and be a little rough with him. Push him up against the wall, take charge when kissing, tug at his clothes and hair a little here and there. Alhaitham will respond with just as much fever as you, a recipe for a passionate night with yours truly!
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Threesomes: Ok, I’m not saying he wouldn’t but I’m also saying yeah he wouldn’t. Alhaitham is the sort of man that can’t fully share his partner. A look but don't touch situation. That and also the people that are highest on the threesome list (Kaveh and Cyno) are recipes for disasters. A fight would break out before the main act could even happen (KAVEH). 5 to 6 out of 10, if you’re really lucky it might work out but don’t count on it. It's better to avoid it altogether...
Anything that overly insults his or your intelligence: he just doesn’t vibe with that. He’d hate to brush aside your strengths wherever they may be and he knows damn well that he’s got brains himself.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He’ll say he has no preference, and he really doesn’t since he derives pleasure from both giving and receiving, but deep, deep, deep down he likes receiving just a little more. Maybe it’s because you’ve pleasured him so well in the past that the image of you and the thought and feelings he felt in those moments stay with him, invading his mind during his day-to-day life. You make him crave more of your divine mouth, so much so he finds himself counting the minutes until he can go home to you and deal with his currently growing problem.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
Alhaitham tends to begin slowly, allowing you time to adjust to the stretch his cock brings. He'll give a few gentle yet deep thrusts before launching off into a faster pace, the sounds of skin slapping loud as it echoes in the room. If anyone heard, they might be inclined to wince, but to you, it's the sounds of your lover bringing you pure pleasure.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
Has little to no preference between the two, both are things he can play with to his favour and both are pleasurable. Hence, he likes both. They don't happen very often though due to Alhaitham's drive. When they do happen, Alhaitham can come off quite cold, quick to zip himself back up and leave. It was a quickie for a reason, he's got places to be. Of course, he'll leave you with a kiss and makes sure you're alright, helping you fix yourself too. Makes it up later though by doing something for you (he might make dinner, draw you a bath or cuddle you while he reads. He might even read to you!)
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
Oh yeah he’s down. You could bring up anything and he’ll treat it like you’re talking about the weather. Very nonchalant regardless of who brings it up. “Hm. Very well, we can try that if you’d like.” “Would you be willing to try out (blank) in the bedroom?”
Doesn’t try many things in the heat of the moment very often, preferring to bring them up later. Sure, Alhaitham will contemplate if he’s able to but chooses not to. He’d rather hear your input on the matter first.
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last)
Mr. Feeble Scholar my ass… kinda. Unlike the stamina of, say, the General Mahamatra or a Harbinger, Alhaitham ticks in a way where he can do short, powerful bursts of energy that can last decently long but not an impressive amount either. He’s got two stellar rounds in him before things start to decline - three if he plays his cards nicely.
T=Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
Never owned any since he didn't have the need or want for them, though if you're one who'd like to use them he doesn't mind. Welcomes it actually, with no resistance whatsoever (he’s curious). Mainly uses them on you but lets you indulge and use them on himself from time to time.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
HA! This man can tease like the devil if he wants to! There’s this deeper part of him that grows satisfied when you get whiny or grow embarrassed. And he’s not one to shy away and lets you know he enjoys it, the smirk he wears is all he has to show.
His favourite way to tease you is by keeping his thrusts and touches slow and shallow. He’ll edge you for as long as you’re capable of being edged for.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
Alhaitham is pretty quiet, letting out near-silent huffs and grunts from time to time. They grow in frequency the closer he gets to cumming, a few curses slipping out but he still manages to keep it decently down. If you want to hear him moan more then you’ll have to take charge and dominate.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Baths as a form of aftercare are something he both enjoys and hates. He loves how it makes the aches just melt away, and if you were so kind as to join him, then he's enjoying the feel of your body pressed against his. He'll relax under your touch while you wash him and he washes you, or as you trace shapes into his arms while you both continue to prune in the warm water.
But that's precisely why he hates it. He's going to end up falling asleep at this rate! Then there's the inevitable moment when you both have to get out. Just... sad times :(
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
HE’S THICK TRUST ME!! *passes away* A tiny bit longer than average with a pretty red tip to top it all off. No prominent features like veins or bends, just a fucking gorgeous weewee.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Actually not very high! But also if you’re in the mood it’s a 50/50 if he’ll get into it easily. I’d say twice a week with and without stimulants does the urge strike him.
Z = ZZZ (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
After a long day and an extensive session of lovemaking with you, Alhaitham is tired. He’s halfway to unconsciousness the moment his head hits the pillow and you’re beside him. If you try to talk with him you’ll get a coherent response the first couple times before they dissolve into hums and mumbles. That’s not to say he’s so tired he can’t perform aftercare, he’s plenty capable to wash off you and himself, asking you if you’d like anything or just overall reassurance. It’s only when he’s gotten comfortable with the intent to go to bed does the fatigue settle in.
. . .
Taglist: @stygianoir
If you'd liked to be tagged in any future works lmk via comment, DM or my askbox!
625 notes · View notes
enb-y · 7 months
Text
↬ ROTTMNT BOYS FINDING OUT THAT READER OWNS A KITTEN
Tumblr media
rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles.
request: ❝ hello, can i request headcanons where the rise turtles react to the reader having a pet kitten? platonic or romantic, i don't mind, and gender neutral pronouns please ^^ ❞ — anonymous.
warnings: mentions of ticks, deworming, ringworm, fleas, mild swearing, unedited. could be read as platonic or romantic.
characters: raphael, leonardo, donatello, michelangelo.
writers note: cats, my all time favorite menace. I actually have one— well, that felon is my sisters, but I take care of her like she’s my damn cat. (sigh, I miss my cat 😔)
readers pronouns are not mentioned nor included.
Tumblr media
*◌ೃ࿔ ┆RAPHAEL.
✶ raphael, the one who adores animals of all creatures. although, some of them don’t even like him half the time. most likely do to fear, or simply he’s not their kind of guy. raph is quite the scary and intimidating guy, yet he’s a major softy inside that scary shell. so, the first thing he does is try to smother the kitten, okay not too literally. however, in a more mature manner, he does try to help you with the kitten, especially if you just got it.
✶ raph will help you bathe the kitten if you find it off the streets. he highly recommends you to take it to the vet to see if it has any major issues, and he’ll definitely help you find the siblings and mother, that’s only if it’s not abandoned.
✶ he's really gentle with the kitten, especially knowing his size and strength. the kitten is smaller than his damn hands. he loves animals, he thinks he’s some kind of animal whisperer, snow white headass. let’s not forget to de-flea it, he will not help you pluck you out the ticks. he’s afraid of doing something wrong and the bug's head getting stuck inside the poor animal's skin.
✶ he’s fine with helping you remove the flea’s from its fur and putting medicine on it, but he will never pluck goddamn ticks from it. he does not fuck with them. and knowing that they also suck on anything that has blood? he’s good, he’ll have nightmares though.
*◌ೃ࿔ ┆LEONARDO.
✶ leonardo thinks kittens are cute. but he’ll only like them if they feel the same way about him. he’ll most likely back off if he sees or hears a cat hissing. he does not fuck with grumpy ass felines, sure they’re cute, but he does not care. leo likes kittens and he would like to have one, yet he can’t, because all the kittens and cats that he and brother brought home all tried to have their dad as their meal. which, of course, got them gradually kicked out of the sewers.
✶ leonardo definitely tries to help you with your animal, especially if it’s a stray. he’s had his fair shares of beef with stray animals and he’s won every single battle. (no he didn’t, he ran away.) he highly recommends you to get the animal checked for any worms and other issues that it may have. not only that, he’s cautions and he doesn’t want you nor himself catching ringworm.
✶ he probably steals cat food for you, since he can’t be seen by humans and all that junk. but if you’ve bought the kitten from someone, he’s definitely smothering the kitten. he’ll think of it as his child, the single child that he’s always wanted. leo likes animals, to a certain extent, and he’s aware of the responsibility of taking care of an animal, especially a kitten.
✶ leo is more than willing to help you out with it, just ring him up and he’s there in a flash, literally. leonardo thinks that cats are cute and fluffy. he likes their purring and how they swipe toys around with their paws.
*◌ೃ࿔ ┆DONATELLO.
✶ honestly, I see donatello as a cat person. he likes their independence and quietness. although he’s aware of how loud they can get and would literally knock just about anything off your desk. but other than that, he likes cats. when he heard that you had just gotten a kitten. he wants to immediately know if that kitten is healthy and to see a vet if it’s a stray. it isn’t surprising that he’s awfully gentle with said kitten.
✶ he’s there with you when you’re picking it up and he wants to hold it the moment you get it, because he said so. this guy absolutely loves cats, he thinks they’re cutest shits on the planet.
✶ he tells you which brand of food is good for the kitten and what litter you should use and what type of litter box you should also get for it.. which some of them are quite expensive. not too worry, he’ll find a way to get you those nice things for your little kitten who will grow up to be spoiled.
✶ he gets toys for the kitten and would love it if the kitten laid on his lap as he pets it. the only thing he doesn’t like is shedding, he doesn’t like things sticking to his clothes that he decides to wear during that day.
*◌ೃ࿔ ┆MICHELANGELO.
✶ he’s also someone who loves animals. he watches enough videos about animals and non-domesticated cats, which he does not like watching all the time, for good reasons too. he literally would help you take care of it, because he wants to and he likes to spend time with the little kitten. he doesn’t care where you gotten it from he just thinks it’s cute to watch over, especially since it’s small and playful.
✶ he’s definitely been scratched and bitten by it. he forgave it because it’s just a baby and they almost always acted out during those ages. if it’s a baby where it still needs a bottle and it’s been abandoned or the mother isn’t around anymore, he’ll take care of it for you if you can’t do it on those days when you’re busy.
✶ he doesn’t really care too much about the shedding that cats do, he keeps those sticky rollers around to take off the fur before he returns home from spending time with you and the kitten.
✶ this guy squealed when he saw the kitten laying on its bed. his first instinct was to hold it. mikey loves animals, so whatever you bring home, he’s the first one, other than his brother raph to hold it and pet it, because he said so. he also adopted it along with you and helps you with feeding and treatments, that’s only if the little one has any, and bought it treats and whatnot.
Tumblr media
end - I finally did it. I’ve finally finished this. this has been sitting in the drafts for, not too long, I think. but I’m just glad to have this done, but I’m sorry you had to wait a while for me to finish this. it’s 5:23am so ima try to go to sleep, gm everyone.
305 notes · View notes
vaspider · 7 months
Text
Tumblr media
Reposting because I absolutely cannot and will not reblog a post made by someone who tags things 'q slur.' For fuck's sake, grow up.
And since I'm reposting, let's made the post better by including a source link to the entire article.
Kanegson, Jared. (1998, June.) After the Butch/FTM Conference, Why Not to Give Up on Butch/FTM/Trannyboy Coalition Building. FTM International, 5.
After the Butch/FTM Conference Why Not to Give Up on Butch/FTM/Trannyboy Coalition Building by Jaron Kanegson
I'm a transgendered person who identifies as both Butch and FTM. A faggy "Butch" who typically dates Butches/boy-dykes/FTMs, an FTM cross-dresser who responds to a range of pronouns, a bio-female who frequently passes, and partially identifies, as male, I can't squeeze my gender iden-tity into one category. As such. I felt excited, even relieved, when I first heard about the Butch/FTM Conference. Finally, I thought. a forum that would logically include genders which, like mine, incorporate elements from both the categories of Butch and FTM. And, I was happy that a spectrum of people from communities that sometimes overlap—more, I think, than many would like to admit--would be coming together to work towards change. I figured we'd have a lot to talk about regarding discrimination from the larger society, identity questions, health care, employment, sexuality, racism, etc. I am saddened to report that while some bridges were built, others were broken, particularly during the "Betrayal—What Makes It Hard To Trust Each Other" workshop. I believe that structural aspects of the conference contributed to the conflict in that workshop, and detracted from the progress that might otherwise have been made that day. Though I had briefly worked on planning the conference, I quit because I was convinced that the conference was not being planned in a constructive way. During the six-week period that I was involved in planning the conference, I attended both a general meeting and panel-planning subcommittee meetings. I also took part in conversations with various conference organizers, potential panelists, curious friends, etc. In my circle of friends, Butch and FTM describe not only categories that at times blur, but also groups that, along with femmes, MTFs, bio-fags and others, often relate as friends, lovers, roommates and members of a larger community. So, I expected the Butch/FTM Conference to build on the base of shared community that already exists, to a certain extent, in San Francisco. Instead, I found that some of the other organizers seemed to see Butch and FTM as two inherently separate, distinct, and perhaps even naturally hostile identities. One area where I saw this mindset demonstrated was in the planning of the morning panel. I thought that, of the five or six panelists, at least one should be a person with an identity specifically incorporating aspects of both Butchness and FTMhood. I suggested a number of boy-dykes and dyke-fags, all of whom identified as transgender. In response, one organizer, a Butch woman, expressed her frustration that I was "muddying" things. She stated that I was "Not respecting that the conference (was) supposed to be about Butches and FTMs." That conversation marked the end of my involvement. Ultimately, although some gender ambiguity certainly crept into the panel, no panelists with the type of gender identity I had lobbied for was included. Transfags and people younger than their mid-thirties were also absent as panelists, and all of the FTMs seemed to be former Butches. That unfortunately reinforced the idea that every FTM "gained" is a Butch "lost" and the misconception that all FTMs are straight. As well, though I know gender-flexible people of all ages, my personal experience is that younger queers are more used to the idea of alliances between dykes, fags, trannies, etc. There were other aspects of the conference that did not seem to be designed to bring people together. One example was the wording of the Harvey Milk Institute catalog course description. Originally, it described Butches and FTMs as
Butch and FTM describe not only categories that at times blur, but also groups that (along with femmes, MTFs, bio-fags and others) often relate as friends, lovers, roommates and members of a larger community. "competing for dwindling resources!" While this and other potentially inflammatory language was ultimately removed, other revisions aimed at making the language more inclusive did not stick. For example, I suggested at the general planning meeting, along with others, that we list a wider range of relevant gender identities—including a more culturally diverse range—in the course description. That way, people who identified only with certain aspects of "Butch" and/or "FTM" would know that the conference was about them, too. Five of us spent half an hour at that meeting's end rewriting the course description to specify that the conference was not strictly about "Butches" and "FTMs," but also about boy-dykes, transfags, bull-daggers, cross-dressers, anabes, marimachas, etc. While the line "All genders are welcome" stayed in the course description, the idea that the focus of the conference was about a range of gender identities was excised. Finally, while the course description set the tone for the conference, as well as drawing a particular audience, the workshop topics themselves were not conducive to alliance building. In particular, the smallest of the three after-noon discussion groups,
"Betrayal: What Makes It Hard To Trust Each Other?," ended in an emotional explosion that I fear may have left many hurt, bitter, and, worst of all. convinced that conflict between Butches and FTM is inevitable. Unfortunately, the title of the workshop alone virtually guaranteed it would be painful. The focus was negative, and on difference. I am not suggesting that there arc no under-lying tensions, nor that these tensions should not be talked about. However, I think a more positive context—such as a workshop focusing on the oppression Butches and FTMs face from larger society, including some discussion of the pain we cause each other—would have been more likely to lead to a sense of a community. Obviously I have a difference of opinion with many of the conference organizers about just who should be included in the categories of Butch and VIM, and how the conference should have been structured and focused. I do not want, however, to discount the hard work they did, nor do I want to gloss over the fact that I have heard hateful remarks about FTMs from dykes, and sexist remarks about dykes from FTMs. However, I believe that as people our society labels queer, and as people (usually) born in "female" bodies expressing masculinity, maleness and/or gender non-conformity, we have a lot in common. We also have a lot of work to do togeth-er and a lot of fun to have together. Despite my critiques, the Butch/FTM conference was an historic first effort towards community building. As someone with a foot—and friends—in each community, I hope that process will keep going.
214 notes · View notes
cvlutos · 1 year
Text
"Meet My Family"
| Repost: 01.12.23 | 1.2 K | Mature |
Silver X Fem!Reader
| GN Pronouns | Characters 18+ | Use of ‘Girlfriend’ | Dark Content | Yandere | Sexual Themes | Implied Kidnapping | Spying | Crying | Sharing | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Diasomnia knows all about you.
They know you so well yet haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you. They know the sound of your voice when you argue and fight with Silver. They know when you cry and beg for freedom. They hear your sweet voice when Silver opens the door, and it’s unmuffled as you greet him. Something they know Silver wished for you to do.
They know how much you hate walking the halls of Diasomnia and how much you hate it there. It hurts their heart, but they leave you be. At least to a certain extent. Silver wants you to grow to like Diasomnia on your own. Even in his own blind delusion, he is kind.
"They wish to meet you..." His words are calm, monotone as your get ready for bed. The only true power that you have in this entire world, it seems. Silver changes into his pajamas, glancing at you occasionally. Waiting for an answer, an answer he already knows.
"They’re my family. I want them to adore you as much as I adore you." He turns to face you, watching you slip into bed, ignoring his existence completely. He lets out a tired sigh, moving over to the bed, and gently tugging on the blankets. "... please... I wish to do this the right way."
As if he hadn’t kidnapped you and shoved you into his room. As if he hasn’t basically bound you to the title of ‘girlfriend’ in his delusions. Yet he wants to act like you both are lovers.
True lovers.
"... [Name]..." His voice is serious, treading the line of annoyance.
You should be grateful, he’s not abusive. Not destructive. Always soft-spoken. He’s charming. Yet you know that if he desires to simply drag out of bed, and drag you by the leg down the dark halls, til he reached the common room he could.
"Do whatever you want...." It’s futile to continue arguing and you know that, as Silver slides into bed beside you. Not hesitating to place a burning kiss on your cheek, even if your body stiffens as he holds you.
══════ ♡ ══════
Diasomnia knows all about you.
The food, cooked and placed, on the large dining table, Malleus sitting at the head with unmatched eagerness, not shone on his neutral expression, but his eyes seemed to have a dangerous glow.
Lilia sits to the side of him, nearly bouncing in his seat, fangs on full display with his wide smile. While Sebek sits across from him, arms crossed and a scowl etched across his fingers. Yet he seems impatient as he listens.
They can hear Silver’s voice down the hall, and two sets of footsteps. His and yours.
The air seems to buzz with desire and anticipation. The doors of the dining room open to reveal a well-dressed Silver and you. Pretty gorgeous you. Silver’s girlfriend.
You stand nervously, all dressed up to meet your boyfriend’s family. Yet before you can even open your mouth, Malleus is striding across the room, taking note of your heightened panicked heartbeat and taking your hand. "It is a pleasure to finally meet you."
You want to say nothing; you want to pull away and turn around as his emerald green eyes bore into yours. You feel the gentle, threatening squeeze from Silver. Warning you not to disrespect his master. His prince.
"… It’s nice to meet you as well, Prince Malleus…" The words come off as robotic, turning your gaze away.
"I have heard so much about you. Silver talks about you often." Malleus’ grip is tight. Bringing your gaze back to him, he observes your reaction before pulling away with a narrow smile.
He’s the main reason you hate Diasomnia. Cause of the dragon that roams the halls. The dragon that lingers outside the door, silently, as if enticing you to let him inside.
"[Name], this is my father. Lilia."
Another that you’re familiar with, he floats to your side with a far too wide grin. Pulling you into a hug and crushing you. "I am so so so happy to finally see you up close! Aren’t you just the cutest thing!" He pinches your cheeks happily, uncaring of your uncomfortable posture.
He’s one you seen up close, one that waits outside the window that you keep shut, always. He’s pulling both you and Silver to the table, rambling about the food and the never-ending excitement he has. Sitting you directly beside him and Silver sitting next to Sebek, another one that you hate.
He’s the one that’s yelled at you through the door when you first arrived. Yelling at you to be silent and that your sobs would annoy his Lord. He spares not a glance and looks at the plate before him. You move your gaze to the porcelain plate, the aroma of food wafting into your nose.
"It’s your favorite, Dove." Silver reaches for your hand, using that nickname that you’ve always hated. You bite your tongue, grabbing his hand, feeling him squeeze it.
A part of you wishes, he’d simply fall asleep like he used to. Yet he doesn’t, at least no longer, in your presence. You don’t speak unless you’re spoken to. That is the mentality you hold as the dinner drags on. They speak and chat as if it was a normal evening, a normal dinner, as if they didn’t know of the atrocities that Silver committed to getting you here.
══════ ♡ ══════
Diasomnia knows all about you and they love you.
The door to Silver’s bedroom never stays closed. Even when you try to barricade, it shut on the days Silver is late. In the morning, you’ll find all the furniture back in place and the door unlocked, with Silver sleeping peacefully beside you.
You’ll grow to love Diasomnia, they know you will.
In the mornings, you’re awoken by Silver, with soft groggy mummers of love and kisses, even if you try to pull away. It seems to last hours before the door is slammed open to Sebek, yelling a harsh wake-up, only to go red in the face and stammering, earning a tired chuckle from Silver.
You’ll get ready together. Brush your teeth together, do your hair, get dressed, all of it. With him sticking to your side with an invisible grin, happy that you don’t fight him on the normal routine. Happy that you treat him like a boyfriend.
Because why fight when you have no chance of winning?
Eating breakfast with all four, Lilia makes something completely inedible before Sebek swoops in secretly behind him. Creating edible food. Lilia trying to spoon-feed you, trying to pinch your cheeks when you comply. Whilst Malleus seems to bask in the rare sunlight through the large window, like a lizard. Drinking coffee that he urges you to make. Coffee you’re sure he doesn’t need.
In the mornings, you’ll sit behind the towering building of Diasomnia, sitting on steps watching Silver and Sebek train. While Malleus waters his dead and poisonous garden or sits beside you on the steps. While Lilia does whatever the fae does, sometimes he reads whatever he finds interesting, or maybe he’ll manage the two knights in training.
Diasomnia knows all about you.
They know you so well and only want to know you better. Why deny them of that pleasure? Even if they sometimes stand too close, or sometimes hold you too tight. You’ll grow to love the place you hate, even if you have no choice. Even as they lure you into one of their bedrooms, even as Silver lets them. Since families always share and Silver is okay with sharing.
Far too okay with sharing his girlfriend.
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.
684 notes · View notes
Text
i wrote this mostly because, if these two really sat down to talk after everything, i think the name and pronoun situations would be extremely fucky on multiple fronts and i think that's fun.
so, i present to you, a fragment of a draft in which harrow and paul have a heart-to-heart.
-
Paul sat at the table while she worked. She could feel their eyes on her, and she got the sense that they wanted very badly to say something to her. They were reminding her of Teacher—of John—almost, that way he had of letting his thoughts build up in the air until she could almost raise a palm and catch one, like a spiderweb. She had hated it when he did that. But he had been her God. Paul was only her housemate and, theoretically, her friend.
"What?" she asked, not turning around.
The answer was delayed by several seconds. "Nothing."
"I am sick and tired of being lied to, Sixth, and I think you are, too. You've been staring at me for weeks. I cannot take this anymore."
"You…remind me of someone."
"The B– Alecto?"
"No. I mean, yes. But no."
"I don't understand."
"I don't suppose we ever told you the whole story. About her." They paused, seemed to steel themself. "She wasn't…she wasn't like you knew her. She was– She needed help. We had to care for her."
Harrow thought of the Alecto she had known, the goddess-thing who had been so ancient, so raw, and yet so distinctly inhuman. So unable to pretend to be human. She thought of her own body, which had been inviolate for so many years, so carefully distanced, so brutally maintained. She felt a bit sick. "What kind of care?"
"She wasn't accustomed to the shape of a body. She didn't know quite how to manipulate it, at first. And she didn't understand certain things. Why they were done, what made them necessary. The maintenance, you know. Eating, exercising, bathing."
"Bathing?" Paul was looking at her with a frank, doctorly sincerity. They were not embarrassed or ashamed, and Harrow didn't know if she wanted them to be. They had helped Alecto bathe. They had helped Alecto bathe her body. She hated how much it bothered her.
"We weren't sure how to tell you. Pyrrha and I, I mean. The extent of it."
"I see."
"I'm sorry about the staring. I didn't realize I was doing it. It's just been difficult, you see, to stop. For months we were trying to get her to eat, and putting her to bed at a certain time, and reminding her to bathe. It's been hard to watch you. To know that I have no right to say anything."
Harrow contemplated all the things she could say to that. All the things she may once have said to that. But there was only one thing, really. One important thing. One thing that she couldn't quite figure out how to ask. In the end, with no idea how to achieve subtlety, she was blunt. "Did you love her?"
"Yes." The answer was immediate and firmly punctuated. There was no question in it. "God, yes. I still do. Not like I should've, though. We–they–I didn't love her like she deserved to be loved. It was selfish what I– What they–” They blinked hard. “It was selfish to leave her."
"You talk about her like she was a child."
"She wasn't, exactly, and we all knew she wasn't. Palamedes was the most adamant in not treating her like one, I think. But all of us struggled to remember that sometimes. It was so easy to pretend."
This wasn't right. This felt a little like the moment when Augustine had kissed John at the dinner table, the sudden and violent mundanity. The reminder that the sacred and untouchable was actually imminently touchable and may even like it, and it was similarly alien to her. It was blasphemous and strange and wrong, and it was something else, too. A nagging, needling something else, just beneath her understanding. She wanted to stop thinking about it. She said, "Is that why you haven't been sleeping? Are you grieving her?"
She regretted it immediately, but Paul only got a faraway look in their strange, muddy eyes. It was thoughtful in a numb, sleep-deprived sort of way, a visible turning of gears. "Yes," they said. "sort of."
Harrow didn't want to ask further questions. She wasn't sure she wanted to know. She didn't know the protocol for these sorts of conversations, was floundering without a script. But after a long moment of thought, Paul said, "I– Camilla–” Sigh. “Part of me still isn't used to sleeping alone."
Harrow was startled. "Is soul melange not–"
"What they don't tell you about becoming one person," said Paul, cutting her off, "is that, afterwards, you're still only one person. I wouldn't go back for the world, but…well. I don't have to explain this to you, do I? You of all people."
"I suppose I can understand," said Harrow, and she thought of Gideon, snoring soundly just down the hall, whole and real and autonomous and alive, and she understood completely.
Belatedly, she registered the implications of what they had said.
38 notes · View notes
if-kissofmidnight · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
Hunter begins the chant of the Midnight Kiss.
“No Mercy,” they call.
“No Mercy,” you answer.
The Kiss of Midnight is an 18+ story-driven CScript wip based within the Predator Universe. There will be heavy gore and violence throughout, as well as potentially graphic depictions of blood, injuries, mutilation, and death. Other warnings include vomiting, optional explicit sexual content, and surgical procedures (medical care). This list will be updated as and when it is needed.
All asks are welcome, including explicit asks.
[DEMO - not yet available]
Tumblr media
When a lethal alien species invades Earth, you, as the foremost expert on ancient linguistics and cultures, are called upon to join a team of experts from around the world that has been tasked with eradicating this threat.
However, when you make the decision, against your teams wishes, to take in and protect a lost alien child, you have no idea that you’re ultimately sealing Earth’s fate.
It does beg the question though, of what exactly that fate is?
Have you doomed Earth to its total destruction or have you unwittingly become its saviour?
Tumblr media
Customise your MC’s appearance. Play as male, female, or nonbinary, with the option to be cis or trans. Choose your pronouns and titles (sir, sister, child, etc.) separately.
Asexual and Aromantic options are available.
Personality types include: sarcastic/genuine, stoic/emotional, reckless/cautious, friendly/distant, shy/bold, brutal/merciful. Skills include: intelligence, charisma, strength, technology, and agility.
Take care of a Yautja pup, and in turn, earn the trust, respect, and friendship of him and his older sibling. Even learn to communicate with them.
Follows certain Yautja lore to some extent, but in regards to Ghost and Hunter, it’s more fanon-based.
Explore alien cultures.
Leans heavily into found family dynamics.
Tumblr media
Ghost [M]
[Yautja | Suckling]
Ghost was nicknamed as such due to him making half the team think the camp was haunted. He has an almost sweet disposition in comparison to the adults of his species, and he seems determined to protect you after you protected him. Ghost doesn’t really like it when other members of your team get too close to you, but he makes an exception for the commander and the three doctors. He’s inquisitive, affectionate (with you), and loves to try and fight everything he comes across. You know you shouldn’t get attached, but you just can’t help yourself.
At only 3ft tall, it’s clear that this little one is a younger member of the Yautja species. Ghost has whitish eyes with an orange-red ring around the pupil that are less sunken than the adults of his species. His reptilian-like skin looks slightly lighter in colour than his older sibling due to his mottling being a more greenish-blue. His hair-like appendages are also of the same colour and stop just past his shoulders with only a few spacer beads clipped in. He has four mandibles with small tusks (although they’re big enough to suggest that Ghost will grow to be rather tall) and a mouthful of sharp teeth, with some still growing in. He has small black claws, but the length shouldn’t fool anyone, they’re still very sharp. Ghost wears garb similar to older Yautja, but has not earned his mask yet.
Thwei-kv'var-de | Blood Hunter [M/F] [RO]
[Yautja | Elite]
When it comes to the Yautja that you nicknamed Hunter, you instinctively know that they’re dangerous even by their species standards. If not for Ghost, you’re pretty sure you would have been skewered on their blades, but as it is, you manage to earn the Elite Yautja’s respect and in turn, their trust and friendship. Hunter is highly intelligent, has a rather terrifying sense of humour, and even seems somewhat…charming. They also appear to take great pride in protecting their sibling and the soft ooman aka: you, from anything they deem to be a threat. You, on the other hand, aren’t sure how to feel about having a member of one of the deadliest species in the universe as a bodyguard.
With M!Hunter standing at 7’11ft and F!Hunter standing at 8’2ft, they tower over the humans in your team. They have small, yellowish-gold eyes deep set in tough, reptilian-like skin that is lighter in colour with dark blueish mottling. The colour of their mottling is also the colour of their hair-like appendages which reach their mid-back and appear to have several metal spacer beads clipped onto them. They have four mandibles with long tusks, but their top left tusk has a large chip in it, and several sharp teeth. They also have long black claws, that could easily tear through flesh. Hunter wears the traditional Yautja garb and a mask that is heavily marked showcasing that Hunter is a veteran predator (similar to Wolf’s).
Commander Jensen/Jenna ‘Jen’ De Luca [M/F] [RO]
[Human | NAVY SEAL | Italian-American | 33]
Charismatic, confident, and commanding, it’s hardly surprising that they were chosen to head the whole team. With a flirtatious personality and lightning fast wit, many people are lulled into a false sense of security around the NAVY SEAL, allowing Jen to easily catch people off guard. They take their responsibilities and their teams safety very seriously, and can switch from laid-back to alert in an instant. They seem to enjoy your company, and take a lot of joy in trying to get you to laugh. They also worry about you and your decision-making skills a lot. Clearly they’re just going to have to stay by your side for this mission.
Jen stands tall and steadfast at 6’3, with an athletic build born from their service in the NAVY SEALs. They have wavy black hair that falls to Jenna’s mid-back and to just below Jensen’s ears. Jenna’s hair is usually kept up in a high ponytail. They have ice blue eyes, with a scar running from their temple, just below their left eye, to the ala of their nose. Their sun-kissed skin and light freckles give the appearance of someone who has just walked off a runway, rather than a battlefield. Several traditional SEAL tattoos can be seen on Jen’s upper arms and back, but they have no piercings.
Face claim: Matthew Daddario | Alexandra Daddario.
Dr. Choi Hyun [Agender] [RO]
[Human | Archeologist | South Korean | 30]
Having worked together many times in the past, Hyun has become a very good friend to you. They come across as quite prickly to most people, but no matter how grumpy they appear to be, it’s clear to anyone with eyes that Hyun is always happy to have to you near them. The best way to make friends with them and earn a place on their ‘people I’m nice to’ list, is to listen to them talk about their work. Hyun is very enthusiastic about archeology and they physically light up when asked about any aspect of it. Moments like that are why, despite their general grumpiness, so many people have a crush on them. Well that…and the fact that they’re very pretty.
At 5’6, Hyun is of average height with a chubby build and toned muscles from constantly lugging heavy equipment around. They have warm beige skin that is evidently well taken care of with no defining features or scars on their face. They have straight ash brown hair that falls to their shoulders, and deep brown eyes that often appear black in certain lights. Hyun has their lobes and their right helix pierced with silver jewellery, but they have no tattoos, although they are eventually planning to get a large one on their chest area.
Face claim: Hyunjin.
Doctor Vanja Nikolić [NB!M] [RO]
[Human | Medic | Croatian | 38]
Vanja’s an extremely well-regarded doctor, and while xe is known for having quite a stoic bedside manner, xe softens dramatically around children. Knowledgable and quick-witted, there aren’t many who can stand toe-to-toe with Vanja and he makes sure that the cocky bastards that try know it. Xe follows the mindset that trust and respect must be earned, which can make xem seem arrogant at times, but in reality, Vanja has just been betrayed far too many times. Once that trust has been earned, however, you will see a much more relaxed, open, and even teasing side to him that is sure to leave most flustered.
The doctor is 5’10 and has a slender and elegant build with softer muscle tone that points to xyr most used muscle being xyr brain. He has grey eyes that are so light, they are almost eerie, and tousled auburn hair that curls at his nape. Vanja has pale skin, almost completely unblemished, if not for the scar that runs across xyr forehead and disappears into xyr hair. He wears black-framed, circular glasses all the time due to his hyperopia and Vanja uses a retainer strap to keep them from falling off when he is on the move. Xe has no tattoos or piercings.
Face claim: Patrik Cvetko.
Dr. Mainza Kabwe [F/NB] [RO]
[Human | Chemical Engineer | Zambian | 36]
Mainza has a very calming effect on everyone ey meets, with the ability to make friends anywhere and make almost anyone smile. Ey is cheerful and friendly, and thrives on a challenge. Mainza always tries to see the good in people, which can lead to em being let down a lot, but ey doesn’t let that destroy eir positive outlook. Ey is very popular amongst those ey works with, and considering Mainza is a person with great muscles and an even better laugh, it’s hardly surprising. Ey always goes out of eir way to make sure that you’re doing okay, and is the first to offer eir support of your decision. Like Jen, ey is eager to do what ey can to keep you safe.
With a muscular build developed through hard work and physical labour, and standing at 6’0 feet tall, Mainza paints an impressive picture. Ey has shoulder-length black Locs and dark brown eyes that always carry a warmth to them. Eir skin is sepia with two beauty marks, one under eir eye and one on eir chin. Mainza has no scars on eir face but has plenty of calluses on eir hands. Ey wears red-framed glasses when reading or doing work that requires a lot of focus (or involves finicky parts). Ey has a vertical piercing in eir right eyebrow and has eir lobes pierced with silver hoops. Ey also has two full tattoo sleeves and several tattoos on eir ribs, torso, and back.
Face claim: Christina Sakala.
Three poly options are available to pursue: Mainza/Vanja, Hunter/Jen, Hunter/Hyun.
Note: the face claims are tentative, please feel free to imagine them however you wish to (as long as you respect their skin tones).
1K notes · View notes
worldsewage · 8 days
Note
CAN YOU TELL ME ABOUT BUCK I LOVE LUCKY BUCK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! pronouns personality fun facts etc I love buck…
Kingyoto uses he/him pronouns, but is a girl.
^ to Salmonids, pronouns are indicative of statues and act more like honorifics. Due to Inklish not having terms in their language that properly suit this idea, the translation leaves “he/him” to most blue collar class working common folk, and “she/her” to running salmonids and Salmonids who are probably destined to Run later in life… Octarian language has many more gendered terms than Inklish, which simply has two — feminine and masculine, and the feminine term was given to running Salmonid’s as a result of terms such as “queen being” and “egg laying,” being used to describe King Salmonids in their original language: ‘Salsegal.’
Kingyoto is probably the only salmonid in Hazard Relief, Inkopolis isn’t a super diverse area, being primarily inklings, and he didn’t speak much if at all ANY Inklish. He could understand the language (to an extent), but has trouble mimicking the vocal notes used in the language.
Started working in Hazard Relief when he was 13, it was near a not-fully developed AC TOKYO, and it wasn’t under the name “Hazard Relief,” he would sift and pull Salmonid remains from up the river, where Salmonids die or get killed in the Homerun. Eventually Senshin Corp. got formed, and provided a more “elegant��� approach to these jobs.
When more jobs in this position opened up— Kingyoto decided to move to Inkopolis solely because he’s a die hard Squid Sisters fan.
Kingyoto lives pretty far from the Grizzco office where he works, this is because most houses near Inkopolis don’t follow the housing standard in Salmonid communities (needing a certain humidity content, needing a certain type of bed, etc etc.)
Fido taught Kingyoto most of the Inklish he knows, Kingyoto’s job was initially heavy lifting since Inklings couldn’t go in the water, but he somehow managed to climb the ranks slightly.
Kingyoto is certified to manage a few heavy machines. Likes to make sure they’re in tip top condition.
Kingyoto has a shitty truck that he’s been driving before he was even legally allowed to. It has about 4 different radios inside of it because he keeps forgetting to get rid of the ones that break.
Likes to attend after work get togethers, but doesn’t drink. He’s subjected to way too many Drunk Comments (tm) at a time, tends to be very patient despite it.
He likes honey flavored foods and drinks, which seems to be a popular beverage in Salmonid cities (and tastes very different from Honey teas), it is NOT so popular in Inkopolis. He manages with honey - vanilla teas though.
22 notes · View notes
theo-grayson · 25 days
Text
Anyone who's taken a look at my notes knows I Fucking Ramble, so don't look here unless you wanna see me share way too many thoughts about Our Life: Now and Forever (including way too much about my personal life)
youtube
Guys. Oh my god. Where do I even start. Maybe with just:
Little things I love about the demo
I am a sucker for character customization, and this game delivers that in spades. You can choose so many different things, from your appearance with a doll maker/picrew type thing, your gender and pronouns (with a BUNCH of customization), to what your bedroom looks like, to little stuff like what kind of drink you get at a restaurant. This was present in the first game too, Our Life: Beginnings and Always (OL:BA), but it's more in-depth here, and I love it. And I love that you can see your little avatar when your character speaks. I feel like it just flows so nicely, and it makes me wanna replay it with different characters. Of course, you also get many different dialogue choices, and there are so many choices to pick from. I LOVE it.
So, I absolutely adore OL:BA, and I love Cove with my whole entire heart. But man, inside of me there are two wolves: one of them is a Summer Disliker, and one of them is a rabid Autumn Pinterest Girlie. I ADORE fall, colourful leaves, mushrooms, rain, etc etc etc.
So seeing that Our Life: Now and Forever (OL:NF) takes place in a sleepy town in the AUTUMN?? With scenery like THIS???
Tumblr media
I want to live here in real life.
The art style in general is just so beautiful. The colours, the softness of it all, the spritework, the cg art: everything is so stunning. The soundtrack is absolutely amazing too.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
On a different note, the extent to which you can customize your relationships with Qui and Tamarack is so cool. You can go through a slow-burn romance, as neighbours to childhood friends to crushes to partners. You can have a cute love-at-first-sight childhood crushes story. You can avoid romance altogether and have a chosen-family dynamic. You can have a poly relationship and date both of them. Not ONLY that, but even the way that they interact with you can be customized;
Tumblr media
That's so cool!! You can choose whether a character looks up to you or takes care of you, or whether they prefer to compliment you or tease you. And you can choose the same kind of thing when you interact with them in turn! A visual novel having this level of depth in a relationship is so awesome. The game will even remember things: like, if you react negatively to certain types of interactions, the characters can remember and act accordingly in the future. That's so cool!
I like that this story seems to be a little bit more serious than the last game. OL:BA has basically zero stakes, and very little serious conflict. That's not a bad thing at all, it's very much supposed to be a comfy, indulgent game. But OL:NF begins Step 2 by showing that the main characters have drifted apart as they've grown older. Not only is that nice realism, but it also adds both possible comfort potential (bringing your old friends back together and having good times) AND possible whump/angst potential (watching who used to be your best friends drift apart completely). The (optional) jealousy mechanic could also add to this. Obviously the game isn't finished yet and I could totally be off the mark, but even if this kind of thing doesn't end up happening, the fanfic potential is also there!
I really like how complex the characters are. Even as kids, they have wants and motivations and flaws, and they're so likeable. They change throughout the story, because not only are they growing up and older, but they have their own experiences and personal struggles. And speaking of characters:
Quick thoughts about Main Characters
> Tamarack Baumann
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Oh my goodness. Ohg. Tammy. She is so so important to me. She is so sweet and supportive, and she's so pretty. Look at her. Oh my god I love her.
I absolutely adore Tamarack, and part of it is that I relate to her in a couple ways. I grew up as the insecure fat girl. I love frogs and toads. The cello is my favourite instrument, and I would love to learn to play one day. When she first said that she lived with her Omi and Opa, I literally gasped in real life, because I lived with my Omi and Opi for about a year, when I was her age.
> Qui "Autumn" Lin
Tumblr media Tumblr media
QUI!!!!!! I love them so dearly, their mannerisms and the way they speak are so so endearing. They change a lot throughout the story, which is going to be so interesting to see. And they are ALSO so so pretty. Oh my god.
As a trans person myself who is definitely playing as a trans MC, I'm so curious to see the interactions with Qui, since they struggle with their own gender identity as well. Also, when they do figure out their identity in Step 3:
Tumblr media
What??? That's so cool!!!
In which I get a little bit too personal:
This is probably tmi but I don't care. To make a very long story short, I had a really shitty traumatic childhood. Especially around ages 10-15. Even disregarding that, I was always a 'mature for my age' child, who followed all the rules and was terrified of ever stepping out of line. I never got the chance to be a normal kid.
So, getting the chance to go through this game, being able to experience growing up in such a beautiful area, with a supportive family and no trauma and friends that care about you. It's just. So nice.
-
Anyways. I'm gonna go now and make a bunch of OCs to play through the demo with and make different choices, because the hyperfixation is truly all-consuming
23 notes · View notes
barrel-crow-n · 1 month
Text
Kaz's gender
I already talked about this a lil in the tags of my sexuality post but my thoughts are complex so I feel the need to really dive into what I believe with Kaz and his gender expression and why.
First of all: pronouns. I feel like Kaz uses he/they/it.
He because he aligns himself with masculinity. He/him is his preferred and what he uses.
They is also one of the preferred ones. He/they is fine, he/him or they/them is also fine, they don't really mind.
And Kaz likes it because it feeds the whole "what is he? Is he even a person? Is he a demon?" It makes him seem less human, more demonic, and he revels in it.
Kaz definitely goes for a more masculine vibe, but honestly? They also aligns themself as other, as demonic. They're not really anything like all of these people. Even his dark mercher suits make him look like a dark stain on the city, a nightmare manifest. Sure, he looks respectable, but the eyes, the corpse-like face, the "sharp glass boy of deadly edges" thing he has going on, makes him look more subhuman, almost undead. Which fits his whole Kaz Rietveld died in the harbour and was reborn as Kaz Brekker thing.
Gender wise, I don't think they labels themselves. They lets people talk and theorise. "He's obviously a man" "They're nothing like us" "Have you seen it?? That's not even a person!" When one of the crows asks they just tells them something theatrical like "I'm the demon under people's beds, merchling" "I'm the thing in your closest, Nina dear" "I'm people's nightmares made manifest, the personification of this city. I am crime made a person, I am horror in the flesh." But they never actually answers the question. They're not really sure. He knows that he uses he/him pronouns the most, alongside they/them, but he doesn't feel like a boy, not really. He hasn't really ever been like the other boys, even as Kaz Rietveld, much less as Kaz Brekker. Always a little odd, a little more on the quiet side. Analytical, searching, constantly watching. Unnerving.
He doesn't mind terms like boy and man but prefers demon and monster because he's silly like that and it gives him a rush. I feel like he'd hate the word lad.
I also think their gender identity is explicity linked to his rebirth as Kaz Brekker. They created themselves, almost entirely from scratch. And so they pondered it, thought it over. They decided that they liked it to an extent but only in certain scenarios. He uses he/they interchangeably, but also not.
As Dirtyhands Kaz sees themself as it. A separate persona. As Kaz Brekker, it's they/them but he only associates the two because they only realised they liked they/them after the rebirth. As Kaz Rietveld it's he/him. It's another way of separating himself into different parts. But Kaz Brekker is still Kaz Rietveld, no matter how much they try and deny it. Kaz Reitveld isn't really a persona the same way Dirtyhands is. It's who he is. Kaz Reitveld is a part of Kaz Brekker, and Kaz also uses he/him alongside they/them
23 notes · View notes
nirvanawrites111 · 7 months
Text
Say You Love Me Pt. 2 (Sub!Jongin x Afab!Reader)
Tumblr media
Word count: 4129
Genre: Stripper Non Idol AU
Pairing: Sub!Kim Jongin x Y/n! Afab reader, no pronouns are used
Read Part 1
Warnings: Stripper, Y/N is poly with Taemin, Ten, and Kai. But, only sex scenes are with Kai, unprotected sex, Y/N is called daddy, vaginal sex, creampie
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS PLS DO NOT INTERACT.
SMUT BELOW THE CUT. IF YOU ENJOY PLS REBLOG AND COMMENT. THANK YOU AND HAPPY SUBBY!SEPTEMBER
You pull up to your mansion the following day after having your rendezvous with your ex-husband. There was just something about being with Jongin that somehow you still can't shake.
You turn your Corvette engine off and sit against the cool leather seat. You already know you will hear an earful from Taemin and Ten about not coming home last night.
Your eyes trail over to your beautiful mansion that once belonged to you and your ex-husband. You remember the day you two moved into your dream home.
Your fingers delicately caress the cool leather of your seat, and memories of last night's escapades are brought to your attention. You missed Jongin's taste and how he likes to call you daddy.
You mutually agreed that last night was just a one-time thing. You want to believe you can behave and hold yourself to that promise.
You step out of your car and grab your heels, jean dress, and your infamous Gucci bag from last night. You left Jongin's townhouse wearing his sweatpants, t-shirt, and Gucci slides. Not to mention, his intoxicating cologne is still on your skin.
Your steps on the marble flooring echo, and you quickly notice everything is exceptionably clean, how you like it. You kick off Jongin's slides near the fish tank.
The fish tank, a monument to Jongin's love for exotic fish, bubbles serenely, and the fish sway around like beautiful dancers.
"I'm home," you shout into your beautiful mansion, and walk into the living room.
The vast living room is bathed in a soft golden hue. Ten and Taemin sit comfortably on the plush, velvety couches, and magazines cover the deep mahogany coffee table in front of them.
Taemin and Ten are engrossed in their own worlds, and they lift their gazes to meet yours.
You quickly notice the intensity in Taemin's eyes, and Ten's display a bit of curiosity. Because why are you dressed in another man's clothes and strolling into the mansion as if nothing happened?
"Long night?" Ten jokes, and breaks the silence among the three of you.
"Uh, you could say that," you reply, trying your best not to sound guilty or obvious that you were with your ex-husband.
"So, where have you been?" Taemin questions you, and his sharp gaze is unwavering.
Taemin is still in his pajamas and has a bowl of cereal in his hand.
Ten is on the other side of and his cute Louie is on his lap.
"Out," you reply. You plop down on the couch across from them.
"You smell like Jongin. Is this what you're doing now?" Taemin adds.
"Yes, I was with him. I'm allowed to fuck my ex-husband if I want to," you reply in defense.
"So, he's taking my spot in more ways than one? I mean, he did walk out on you, so now you've forgiven him like nothing happened?" Taemin presses you.
Taemin isn't wrong in his claims. Things were rocky when Jongin decided he wasn't going to dance at No Manners anymore.
He was your top dancer for over seven years. So, the day he decided he was done dancing was also the day he was done being your husband.
The divorce wasn't messy, and he didn't ask for money. Nor, did he even ask for the house. He respected you and your business to a certain extent. He just wanted more for himself, but it just felt too personal.
"It was a business decision. It's my club, and I can do whatever I want," You insist, and stand firm on the decision that you made with a clear mind.
"So fucking him is a business decision?" Ten vocalizes, and his concern catches you by surprise.
The room seems to close in. You and Taemin are very strongly opinionated. So, you find yourself bumping heads with him pretty often. But, Ten being upset is surprising you.
Why is Taemin pressing you so hard? Sure, you made a selfish decision, but you aren't exactly dating Taemin or Ten. There isn't a label placed on whatever this arrangement is. All you know is that it has worked for the last couple of months.
"That's not what I mean. I mean him being the current headliner is a business decision," you explain.
"Yeah, but he doesn't like working sets with other dancers. Jongin is selfish," Ten further adds to the conversation.
Usually, he isn't the type to get involved in your disagreements with Taemin.
"He doesn't have to work sets with when he's the headliner," you defend Jongin.
"So, are you two getting back together? What does that mean for me and Ten?" Taemin asks.
You are not in the mood for the third-degree this morning. Your mind is still stuck on Jongin bouncing that ass on your strap. You still can't get over how he made you come with his tongue.
You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss being with Jongin.
You decide this is a little too much for you to deal with right now. You stand up and grab your Gucci bag.
"No one said that. I'm going to shower."
You leave the two of them and head upstairs to your bedroom to retrieve for some solitude. Sure, you could try to explain you still have feelings for your ex-husband.
Not to mention, you did tell Jongin that you loved him last night. Whether it was because of the euphoric feeling you felt dominating him, or you meant it. You told him, and he told you, too.
You're conflicted because if you still love your ex-husband, why are your top two strippers living with you? Are you trying to feel the void you felt when Jongin moved out?
Your mind so desperately wants to find the answer.
You genuinely enjoy sleeping with Taemin and Ten. It's fun for you, and it helps you escape from the feelings of being divorced.
Your mind wanders as you shower, alone in your thoughts.
But, seeing Jongin has done something to you.
You take a much-needed shower and wash the scent of Jongin from your body, and you try to wash him away from your mind.
Last night was something you can't shake. You initiated everything by showing up at his place after the show. You're just not sure what will happen over the next thirty days.
After your shower, you sit on your bed and moisturize your body. Your phone rings, and you stare at it when you see Jongin's name and photo come across it.
You still have a picture of you picking him up and holding him in your arms. It never crossed your mind to change the photo.
You swipe it to life and answer, "Hello?"
"Y/n, how are you?"
"Good, just got out of the shower. What's up?"
"Can you come to the club? I want to practice a bit if that's okay with you. Hopefully, I'm not bothering you."
"No, you're good. I'll be there in 20 mins."
"Thanks, Daddy."
His request isn't strange; many dancers request to come in during the day. But, usually, they go through your assistant.
Maybe Jongin doesn't know that is still the same practice, but either way, you're going back to the club.
He's also pushing it with the "daddy" kink. Jongin knows your weak spot, and he taunting you.
***
You arrive at your club, and pull your car next to Jongin's. You step out of your vehicle, and Jongin is leaning against his.
His ashy gray hair is covered by a Gucci beany, and he isn't wearing any makeup from what you can see, even with shades on. He draped in a simple Gucci tracksuit—nothing unusual for him.
"What's up, Y/n?"
"Nothing. The Lee Twins are mad at you," you tease him.
"Let them hate," Jongin chuckles, and follows you with his duffle bag in tow.
The double doors of "No Manners" swing open with a whisper, revealing the expansive space of the club. With the absence of patrons, the vastness of the place is more pronounced, every detail of its luxe design accentuated in the quiet.
The dim chandeliers cast their opalescent glow across the club, their muted purples and deep blues adding to the quiet allure of the place. It's like stepping into a different world, one that's intimate, seductive, and hushed.
Your feet echo softly against the black marble floor. The main stage stands like an altar. It's where the magic happens. The poles, with their smooth, cool chrome, rise from the stage, reaching up to the ceiling. You can almost hear the faint, ghostly echo of past performances, the cheers, the gasps, the music.
Jongin removes his shoes and jacket to reveal he's not wearing a shirt. Your eyes stare at his chiseled six-pack. He steps out of his pants to show what's underneath. His tiny shorts interestingly catch the light, amplifying the sculpted form of his ass, making it seem like an artwork on display.
You break your attention from his body and ask, "What do you want to practice?"
"Umm, just pole tricks. I was a bit rusty last night."
"You looked amazing to me."
"Right, but there were some things I could improve to be even better."
"Well, get your ass up there and practice. Do you have your music?"
"Yes, can you connect it to the Bluetooth for me?" Jongin hands you his phone, and you see a picture of you and him in front of the mansion as his wallpaper.
You walk to the DJ booth to turn on the sound system.
You connect the phone and turn on his playlist. As the music hits, Jongin stretches his body and climbs up the pole.
He's doing all the usual tricks, and you aren't sure why he thinks he needs to practice. Watching him work the pole is an art form. He makes the shit looks easy and flawless, but you know that it's not simple.
No one is as talented as Kim Jongin when it comes to male strippers. You've searched high and low to find someone to replace him, but no one is as fluid as him. Taemin comes close, but there's just something unique that Jongin brings to the table.
Jongin drops down and hops off the stage. You grab his phone and pause the music.
"You good?" you ask.
Jongin opens his duffle bag. "Yeah, I'm just warming up."
Your eyebrows raise heavenward. "Uh, your warm-up is a main event for a lot of strippers."
"I know, but I'm not them. I'm Kai."
The cockiness has entered the building, and you can't deny that you love it.
"Okay, I see you."
Jongin pulls out a pair of six-inch glass heels. He's never been known as a performer who wears heels. Some of the other strippers do, but not him. You're curious what he plans to do.
"Since, I'm coming back. I want to do this. Not every night, but at least once. A few of my fans have asked me on Instagram to wear them."
"Oooo, your fan," you tease him. "That's cute."
"Yeah, that's why I really want to practice."
"I've never seen you wear heels before. Can you walk in them?"
Jongin laughs at you, puts on the heels, and gets on stage. He walks down the stage to show you that he can wear them. But, can he dance in them?
"C'mon. I wouldn't invite you here if I couldn't. The last thing I need is you roasting me."
"True. So, can you shake your ass though?"
Jongin swings his body around the pole and turns his body upside down, and twerks his ass just to show you that he can literally do anything. He drops down into a split and then crawls over to you.
"What do you think?"
"You look good. Ass looks even fatter than usual."
"Thank you. I've been toning it up."
"It's noticeable."
Jongin wants to continue to work on dancing in heels and turns the playlist back on. You sit back and enjoy the show. He's captivating, and you know why the customers love him so much.
You love to watch him challenging himself to do something that's out of the box for him. Just like anything else he tries, he's a natural in these glass high heels.
Watching Jongin move, the way his body twists, turns, and defies gravity, it's clear why he's irreplaceable. His every move is poetry, a symphony of strength, agility, and raw sensuality. Each drop, twirl, and seductive glance he throws seems to stitch a story, a narrative of passion, of yearning.
After a while, he sits on the edge of the stage, and the music stops.
You stand up and walk over to him standing between his legs.
"What you think, Y/n?"
"Amazing."
"Really?" His eyes, always expressive, widen a bit, sparkling with a bit of disbelief.
"Yes, you're a natural. I wish you would have done this a while ago." Your tone is commanding and contrasts with his gentle disposition, yet he doesn't shy away from you.
"Me, too. I just wasn't comfortable with heels yet. But, I've been practicing, hoping it could lead to a permanent dance opportunity."
"It will. I want you to work in the velvet room this weekend," you announce.
"Yes, daddy." Jongin's voice quivers slightly, using that name for you to convey reverence and a touch of shyness. It makes your heart skip a beat.
"Jongin," you respond. Your tone is gentle yet firm, re-establishing the dynamic between you two.
Your body is swimming with lust. The last thing you want is to fuck him at the club.
Not to mention, you don't even have your Gucci bag. You would be lying if you said you didn't get a little moist watching him dance like that.
"Stop calling me that."
You stare into his eyes, and he jumps down from the stage and stands before you.
The intensity between you two is palpable as you feel the magnetic pull of Jongin, drawing you closer.
"I... I love calling you that," he murmurs, his voice quivering. Gently grasping your hand, he brings it to his lips, placing a soft, lingering kiss on your knuckles. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks, "It's our special thing. You haven't let anyone else have that privilege... have you?"
"No," you confirm.
There's a shy hesitation in Jongin's voice, revealing an undertone of vulnerability as he says, "I haven't performed in the velvet room in quite some time. Can... can I practice with you?"
You remember his apprehension regarding the velvet room. He was always fussy about performing there, perhaps because of its intimate setting. But now, knowing his tenure here is temporary, you want every experience to be perfect. Every memory is to be etched deep.
You want to make sure he's good to go for the velvet room.
"Sure."
Once inside, you reach for the remote, activating the LED lights that bathe the room in a sultry purple hue. You recline on the plush couch, its cushions enveloping you, and a neat stack of crisp bills sits on the table beside, ready to bathe in skin in dollar bills.
But nothing could've prepared you for the moment Jongin steps into the room. Clad only in a thong, his sculpted physique on full display, it's a sight that's intoxicatingly overwhelming.
You didn't bring your Gucci purse because you didn't think anything would happen when Jongin harmlessly asking to practice. He doesn't have the key to the club anymore, so it would only make sense for you to be present.
Jongin struts over to you still in those heels and immediately straddles you, and the music starts playing in the background.
He turns around to reveal his nice firm ass. You toss a bill onto him. It's taking everything inside of you not to grab it.
"Thank you, daddy."
Jongin is pushing you, but you want nothing more than to fuck him nice and hard again. You try to block out that thought and focus on the dance.
The velvet room has strict rules about touching, and you try to make this seem as close to the real thing as possible.
When he shakes his ass in your face, you see he still has your name tattooed on his lower back.
You thought he would have it covered up. Somehow, you didn't notice it last night.
Maybe he had makeup covering it for the show, but it's on full display.
The more Jongin grinds on you, the more your pussy throbs for him. Why does he have to do this to you? Why does he have to look good like this?
Jongin gets in your lap and wraps his arms around you. "I want you."
"Of course, you do. But, this is a private dance in the Velvet room, and I'm just a paying customer."
"Fuck me.. it'll be just between us."
"Jongin.. please," you moan slightly out. You hate being tempted like this. You want to resist your ex-husband so badly, but you just can't. Everything inside of you is screaming that you want him, need him, desire him.
Sure, you have the Lee Twins to please you at your beck and call. But, they aren't Jongin. They don't make you feel the way he does.
"Have me again... I need you."
You stand up and place Jongin on the couch. You grab his thong and rip it off his body. You toss the flimsy material over your shoulder.
"What do you want, Jongin? Tell me."
"Fold me up like a pretzel and fuck me," Jongin whines.
You know exactly what he's talking about. You adjust his body against the couch, and he holds his legs back for you as you position yourself to fuck him in one of your favorite positions, Amazon.
His nude body is perfect in your eyes. Seeing your ex-husband offering himself to you like you're some god is iconic in a sense.
You inch down onto his dick until you feel the fullness of his length stretch you a bit. You like that even though you don't have your strap, you are still in control in this position.
You love having a beautiful man submit to you and give themselves to you entirely. There is nothing more satisfying than having him inside of you again.
It is such a sacred act to share with the man that you still share a last name with. You've been telling yourself that you haven't change your last name because of the process. But, you know that it's because you still love Jongin.
As you stare down at him, he looks like a beautiful angel waiting to be devoured by sin herself. You wait for a few moments before you make any adjustments as time stands still.
No words are exchanged between you and him. But, you can feel the energy radiating between the two of you. There's so much love, not to mention lust, that is present.
"I haven't stopped loving you," Jongin takes a breath as you begin to move on his length. You place your hands against his as he's holding back his legs for you.
"I feel the same way," you immediately reply.
Your body rocks slowly as you work yourself on his dick. Soft moans escape from the lips of your angel, Jongin. You feel a bit satisfied with how you are making him feel.
"Am I still yours... daddy?" Jongin asks you.
"Yes.." you moan. At this point, hearing him call you that is sending you over the edge. You don't want this feeling to be over already.
It's a question he asked you last night. Your ego gave him an answer, but the truth is he's always been yours. Even after things ended and you tried to move on to the Lee Twins. He's never left your mind.
You lean down and slip your tongue into his mouth as you fuck him nice and slow.
Your sweet Jongin spreading his legs for you and letting you dominate him this way has you feeling powerful as shit.
The moment's intensity fuels your desire, making you crave more of him. Every touch and moan between you both ignites a fire within, as if time stands still.
It's a connection that transcends physical pleasure, reminding you of your undeniable bond with Jongin.
The room fills with the sounds of your passionate reunion, as the boundaries between past and present blur once more.
Jongin holds his legs up, and your bounce on his dick while you hold the back of the couch.
"Come inside of me, baby. I know you can do it."
"Anything to please you."
Jongin's eyes lock with yours, filled with a mixture of desire and adoration. The moment's intensity heightens as you both surrender to the intoxicating rhythm of your bodies moving as one.
The two of you release together and collapse into each other's arms, breathless and sated. The room is filled with a lingering sense of connection and intimacy, as if time itself has stood still in this moment of pure bliss.
"Fuck, Jongin. I love you so much."
"I love you, more."
***
The next night, the club is open again, and everything runs smoothly. Word has gotten out that Kai is back, and there are more people here early to glimpse the main attraction, Kai.
The soft hum of bass from the club's speakers is barely audible in the distance, providing a muted soundtrack to the intimate setting of your office.
You are in your office counting the money you've received from some of the newer strippers and putting it away when Taemin walks into your office.
"Hi, baby," you greet him warmly.
Under the room's subdued lighting, Taemin's fishnet dress gleams, casting playful reflections. His black leather ankle boots, studded with metal, give his look an edgy finish. His smokey eyes and bold, dark lips enhance his striking features.
You stand up, and you walk over to him. You kiss him on the lips and close the door behind him. You push him against the door, and your hands fall around his waist.
"Hi.." Taemin's voice, usually so confident, came out as a soft whimper, causing you to look up from the glitter bottle.
"What can I do for you?" you ask.
"Umm, can you put glitter on my back and legs? Ten usually helps me, but he's already on the floor."
Taking the bottle from him, you reply, "Sure."
You put the body glitter all over his legs and back. It's something you wouldn't do for the other dancers. But, because you and Taemin have an intimate relationship, you don't mind.
"Goddess?" he whispers.
"Yes."
"Are you still mad at me for smoking the other night?"
"No, I was never mad. I was disappointed, yes. It was supposed to be your night as a solo headliner. You know that's an important spot to fill."
You sit on the edge of your desk.
"But, the thing is, I'm not Kai, and I never will be."
"But, Tae, you are an amazing dancer in your own right. I don't compare you two. Because that's the nature of the business, it's never about my personal feelings. It's about what's going to make the club the most money. He's only here temporarily."
"I understand."
"So, don't trip, okay?"
There's a knock at the door, and both you and Taemin look up.
"I'll see you later," Taemin kisses you on the lips and walks out without acknowledging Jongin.
"Hey, boss. I'm working the velvet room, tonight like you asked," Jongin interrupts you as he walks into your office.
"Perfect."
"I want to take you out for lunch tomorrow. Is that okay?"
You sigh. "Jongin.. what are we doing? We're not married anymore. All of this is very reminiscent of our marriage. Fucking in the velvet room, going on dates. You know I'm seeing the Lee Twins."
"You're in an official relationship with them?"
"Not officially, but they've been staying with me for the last couple of months."
"Oh, well. If they don't belong to you. What's wrong with us hanging out?"
"Jongin, this is a lot. I know I shouldn't have asked you to return after you were adamant about leaving this lifestyle. I want to see you live out your dreams."
"I don't want to live them if I can't do with you."
Your heart drops in your chest as he reveals that revelation. You knew there were still some possible feelings between the two of you.
"Jongin. I want to be part of your life, too. But, I don't know what this means for us."
"Be with me again."
54 notes · View notes
queer-reader-07 · 20 days
Note
op could you elaborate on the she/her muriel thing. because i totally get what you mean but i find it so hard to articulate why... its just like. mmmmm. canon they/them character. but you wont respect their prns. but then again i enjoy when people get genderwierd w the ineffable spouses. would you respect my prns if you cant even respect a fictional character. is that the same thing. idk.
hi anon! i'll try best to elaborate, but apologies in advance if it comes off a bit... intense?
to give some context to my words:
i am nonbinary
i am afab
my pronouns are they/them
most everyone with the exception of close friends and people on the internet misgender me with she/her pronouns because they perceive me as a woman.
i think the root of it for me is that muriel has no experience interacting with earth, let alone humans, before they're sent down to be Inspector Constable. and because they have no experience with humans, they most definitely have very little context for the human construct that is gender. muriel's pronouns are they/them because those are the default gender neutral pronouns in english. muriel (like the other angels and demons) is referred to with they/them pronouns because, for all intents and purposes, they don't have gender.
whereas aziraphale and crowley (and even gabriel to a certain extent) have interfaced with humanity enough to have developed some level of understanding regarding gender, and possibly even an understanding of what they want their gender to be/be perceived as.
additionally, crowley and aziraphale play with gender in a way that feels very intentional to me.
crowley has canonically, in the show, presented femme. meta writers far more skilled than me have examined how, during the crucifixion scene, crowley is very obviously dressed more like the women in the background than the men. and it's not just in the historical flashbacks that we see crowley's genderfuckery. his modern look is comprised of a combination of femme and masc pieces. he wears a woman's cut waistcoat and his "11 years ago" look features women's sunglasses. all while inhabiting a decidedly man-shaped body.
i'm also just going to remind the audience that crowley outright denies being "a lad" in season 2. he straight up told us he's not A Dude.
aziraphale's genderfuckery is definitely less obvious and some might say debatable. that being said, i would make the argument that aziraphale's tendency to dress and present in a way that results in him being almost universally perceived as not only A Gay Man, but an effeminate gay man at that, is a quintessential example of gender as performance. and i do believe that aziraphale is making a very conscious and deliberate choice to present as a gay man. for fuck's sake he calls himself THE Southern Pansy, he knows what he's doing.
also, i know it didn't actually happen, but we almost got both of them presenting femme in the 60s so like. there's that too.
so, to me, it's ok to fuck around with crowley and aziraphale's genders in fanfic and art and the like because they do so canonically. the book makes it very clear that they are "man-shaped" but not necessarily men, ie they have chosen bodies that are perceived as being A Gender but that doesn't mean they technically are.
whereas muriel does not. muriel doesn't have a concept of gender because they haven't been on earth or around humans long enough to develop one. they are only ever referred to with gender neutral language. so it just feels really gross to me when people choose to she/her them. because to me it feels like saying "well this body that appears woman-shaped to me must mean they are a woman" which is a sentiment i, unfortunately, know all too well.
muriel is a character that is canonically referred to with they/them pronouns, on a major TV show on a major streaming platform no less. so it really fucking sucks to see people disregard that because they "can't remember to they/them muriel" or because they "seem like they use she/her."
to put it bluntly, every single argument i've ever read in favor of she/her-ing muriel has boiled down to "i just can't be bothered to remember they use they/them" and if you can't use a fictional characters pronouns correctly then i have zero faith you can use a real person's pronouns correctly. all i hear when i read those arguments is "i can't be fucked to do the bare minimum of gendering trans people correctly."
and lastly, i know it's genderfuckery when people she/her aziraphale and crowley because they're "man shaped" in the book and played by male actors in the show. but i don't have much faith that it's genderfuckery when people she/her muriel because i can almost guarentee it happens for no other reason than the fact that Quelin Sepulveda is a woman.
26 notes · View notes