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youatemylollipop · 1 year

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Feral alpha Mikey sano x omega reader where Mikey knocked reader up? Make it dark! And could you end it with reader being forced to marry him? Could you also make fem reader? It’s okay if you chose to not specify gender. It’s just that I have fad this idea for a while, and I liked the way you wrote for yandere Mikey! I understand if you don’t want. You can write when ur request are open again, not pressure !

A/N: I'm sorry if this one-shot turned out to be too dark!😖 For some reason, when I read your request, it was the first thing that came to mind. Additionally, English is not my first language, so please forgive any grammatical errors. They are more likely to occur in a longer piece of writing like this. There’s also this fact that I have never written anything close to being this explicit before, so it might not be the best, just so you are aware.

Synopsis: Manjirō had always been your guiding light, protecting you from the darkest of nights. But now, you're not so sure anymore.

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Characters: Sano Manjirō X Female Reader

⚠️ WARNING: Forced marriage, a/b/o dynamics, feral alpha Mikey, dark themes, non-con/dub-con, forced orgasm, forced pregnancy, breeding kink, knotting, marking, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (f.receiving), vaginal sex, loss of virginity, forced heat cycles, signs of manipulation, mentions of death, Kisaki Tetta is his own warning, MDNI!!

Word Count: 4.2K

You still fail to understand how things have turned out the way they did. Back then, you had always seen Manjirō as your knight in shining armor, your protector. He was always there when you needed him, and if not, he would make sure to keep his calling device close, in his pocket, one call away. Then he would dismiss any meeting, no matter how important it was, speeding through the busy streets of Tokyo to your aid.

The two of you first met in your second year of middle school as you browsed through the bookshelves in the school library, trying to find something that would fit your taste. That's when you spotted Manjirō, a 3rd-year student who was commonly known as the commander of the Tokyo Manji Gang, sleeping in the corner of the library with his head resting on the table.

You felt instantly drawn to the sleeping boy and were inclined to approach him, which was new to you. Your inner omega had always been quite picky when it came to attraction, and so far, not one alpha had managed to gain its affection. If the immediate reaction had not been repulsion, indifference would be the most positive response that they would achieve.

Manjirō shone like the sun, radiating brightness that required sunglasses to behold, lest you risk blindness. His smile was always radiant, a stark contrast to his onyx eyes that resembled a starless sky at its darkest hour. Gazing into them was like staring into the abyss, without the glimmer of stars to light the way.

He was like spring, full of life and childish wonder that fueled him to do the most rash yet exciting things. You, on the other hand, were autumn, more calm and collected, but still filled with various warm colors that would not let you turn into winter. Two opposites, drawn to one another like missing pieces of a puzzle.

Manjirō was not like other alphas. He respected omegas and believed that they deserved a better standing in today's society. Sure, they could go to school, but only if their alpha parent allowed it. Once an omega reached the age of eighteen, they were typically married off to the alpha chosen by their family. These arrangements were often made during adolescence, and you were no exception to this rule.

Kisaki Tetta, was the man your father had chosen as your future husband. However, Kisaki was not an alpha but a beta. You did not particularly dislike Tetta-kun, however, there was a certain amount of unease whenever the two of you were together. Your inner omega would always whimper in his presence, telling you that he was best to avoid. But you ignored it in favor of your marriage. Unfortunately there was nothing you could do, and the best way to approach this dilemma was to stay civil with your future husband.

You understood the reason behind your father's actions. Due to your omega's pickiness, it was hard to find a perfect match for it. However, a small part of you would have preferred for your father to let you marry the older Haitian brother at the time. Sure, he was four years older, but the marriage would have only happened once you had stepped into adulthood.

If it were up to you, you wouldn't mind marrying Ran. Unlike Tetta-kun, Ran clearly loved you. You could tell by how heartbroken he was when he found out about the arranged marriage. However, you knew that your father would never agree to marry off his daughter to someone with a notorious reputation within the delinquent world.

Although you did not love Ran in that sense, you were content with letting him love you. At the time, the perfect scenario did not exist in your mind. The chance of falling in love with someone equally fiercely as they have with you seemed like a far away dream.

But then you met Manjirō and the world around you soon ceased to exist. There was only you and him, and for the first time you felt truly happy.

Manjirō was always gentle with you. Sometimes, when you spoke about an interesting book you had recently read or a movie you recently watched, you would catch him staring at you with a look of pure adoration, while smiling dreamily. Whenever this happened, you would suddenly become a stuttering mess, which would cause him to tease you endlessly over how 'cute' he thought it was.

However, as time passed, Manjirō grew more distant. He still took you on rides with his Babu in the middle of the night when the whole neighborhood was off to dreamland. He waited for you near the school gates, but without his bike, knowing how strict your parents were about your associations. Yet the constant shine he once radiated began to fade.

You understood him, of course. Constantly being trailed by death after death would most likely make you emotionally exhausted. A part of you felt like crying every single time the blond would give you one of his now constant melancholic smiles, trying to mask the void that began to spread through his entire being.

But he was not alone. You grieved together. Sure, you did not know his friends for as long as Manjirō did. However, you had still formed a certain bond with a few of them. You still remember how sad Manjirō looked when he had suddenly called you one night, asking you if you could meet him at the hospital. His body shook tremendously as he replayed the scene of his stabbed, and now dead friend. They never even got the chance to reconcile.

You only knew Ryūguji for a few months, but during the time you spent together you began to see him as an older brother. You always felt a certain amount of amazement over the way he managed to deal with Manjirō on a daily basis. And Draken would always turn to you with a kind smile and tell you how it was nothing compared to the way you had managed to handle him.

Then it was Keisuke’s turn, and unlike the rest of the Tokyo Manji Gang, Keisuke was the one you had known the longest. Even before Manjirō. And it broke your heart when the blond had one day broken the news of his sudden death. The rash and brute boy that was the exact opposite of you but somehow became your most reliable confidant had left this world without any goodbye.

You remembered the day you first met vividly. It was raining cats and dogs outside, and you were unfortunate enough to forget your umbrella at home. As you walked down the main road, you suddenly stumbled upon a box lying near the dumpsters. You could hear meows coming from it, which compelled you to open it.

Keisuke must have seen you from the other side of the road, because while you were too busy examining the small kittens inside the box the rain had stopped hitting you. This was something that you realized was rather odd, since you could still hear the aggressive downpours around you. And that was when you had met Baji Keisuke, first division commander of the Tokyo Manji Gang—and surprisingly a big cat lover—holding an umbrella over your head whilst sending you a cheeky grin.

However, what you assumed had become the snapping point was the death of Sano Emma, the younger sister of Sano Manjirō but also your close friend and classmate. It was a truly heartbreaking moment - one second, you were having a normal conversation, and the next, she was lying cold and motionless on the pavement, completely unaware of the world surrounding her. And you honestly did not understand how somebody could be so cruel, that they were willing to kill an innocent teenage girl.

After that day, Manjirō had become a shell of his former self. But you still loved him because, as cold as he was with others, he remained tender with you. He would still smile, even though those smiles were now completely empty. Sometimes the two of you would sit near the river, and he would talk about your future together, how he could not bear to lose you to the hands of the Grim Reaper.

You were skeptical, but could not help but hope that the two of you would indeed have your happy ending. The happy ending where you were married and had a family together. Where you were not forcefully married to another man. To the man that you did not love.

Sometimes you imagined scenarios where you and Manjriō would run away together. Away from your parents. Away from his grief and constant feeling of emptiness. Away from these burdens that were clutching onto the both of you like a goddamn parasite.

“[Name]-chin.”

Manjirō suddenly spoke up, gaining your attention. A few hours prior your boyfriend had decided to take you to your shared favorite place near the river, where you have been sitting next to each other in silence enjoying the romantic atmosphere.

It was quite common for you and Manjirō to enjoy each other's company like this. You did not need to hold a conversation to feel content. Most often, you would sit with your back against a tree trunk, while Manjirō's head lay in your lap and you read a book. Sometimes, during school hours, Draken would find you in the same position on the rooftop.

“Yes?”

You sent him a quizzical look, but he did not return your gaze. Instead, he continued to stare blankly at the river, silently watching as the water slowly continued to flow.

“Kisaki had approached me a few days ago. Said that he knows about our relationship and that he wants to help us.” You hummed in response, taking a hold of Manjirō’s hand and intertwining your fingers.

Truth be told, you still felt a bit skeptical, and now that Tetta-kun was involved it made you grow more uneasy. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust Kisaki’s intellect. But you weren’t stupid enough to see past his sometimes unethical ways to deal with things. Even though Tetta-kun had expressed his disinterest in your marriage, claiming that he already was in love with another beta girl, Tachibana Hinata, you couldn’t help but feel unsure.

At that time, the male claimed that he would have interfered with his parents' plans if he had the authority, but neither his opinion nor yours seemed to matter. Although he sounded sincere, a part of you sensed that he might not have been entirely truthful and could have had a hidden agenda. Besides, his parents didn't appear to be excessively controlling.

"Are you sure about this, Manjirō?" You asked, furrowing your eyebrows with concern as you pressed your chin onto his broad shoulder. It was the first time during your conversation that the blond had looked at you, but his expression was unreadable. You couldn't help but worry about him.

Manjirō carefully wrapped his right arm around your waist, bringing your body closer to his. He kissed your forehead softly, lips remaining there for a few more seconds before pulling away. But only enough to press his forehead against your own. His expression was still unreadable, but seemed to have softened up a bit.

Lost within the depths of the starless nights that were his eyes, you didn’t notice how his left hand had got up and cupped your cheek until you felt the coolness of his fingertips make contact with your skin. His thumb began to draw small circles across the surface as he continued to look at you with the same dead expression that held only a tiny bit of the usual warmth it did back in the old days.

“Do you still want me, [Name]-chin?” You furrowed your eyebrows at his question, not understanding where this was coming from. Carefully wrapping your arms around his neck, you sent him a look that expressed nothing but worry for him.

“Of course Manjirō, I love you.” The male seemed to visibly relax at your reassurance. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, left arm wrapping around your waist where his other had been. His hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin.

You couldn’t help but feel flustered by this sort of intimacy. Sure, this was far from the first time and Manjirō had always been very affectionate with you, but it still never failed to increase the erratic beating of your heart. Sometimes it made you worry that it would just stop, not having enough stamina to keep up with his advances.

“I love you too.” He whispered, arms unwrapping from your waist as he placed the palms of his hands on your hips before squeezing on the clothed flesh.

“I promise that I will make it work out in the end.” Manjirō’s voice was low as he spoke the last part, finally pulling away from your neck to make eye contact. His gaze was unwavering and you couldn’t help but feel slightly dazed by this whole situation. And it was only then that you were able to pick up on a strange aroma that you’ve never smelled on him before. It was sweet and reminded you of the lavender flower.

Nodding dumbly, you let Manjirō take a hold of your hand as he led you towards his Babu. Everything seemed to go on autopilot afterwards. You did not even notice at what point you had arrived at his place. It felt as if you had been charmed with a serenade that kept your body completely at his mercy.

The blond led you towards his bedroom, and you followed numbly, your mind growing dizzier with each passing second. You thought you could hear the sound of someone locking the door, but you weren't sure. Your body started to heat up, and the sensation was both familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

Before long, a pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist, jolting you back to reality. Manjirō was holding your body tightly against his own, and you could feel his body heat against your back. He was peppering your neck with small kisses, causing your body to heat up even more.

Your breathing was turning increasingly erratic and you were starting to feel uncomfortable. But as you were trying to squeeze yourself out of his grip it only became tighter.

“M-Manjirō, what a-are you doing?” The eighteen year old groaned into your neck as his hands went higher up to knead your breasts.

“This is the only solution we have, [Name]-chin.”

“H-Huh?” He swiftly turned you around so that you would now stand face to face with him, before tearing your shirt into pieces. More pieces of clothing soon followed, until he had you lying completely bare for his predatory gaze to take in. Manjirō growled, feeling cock twitch at the sight of his omega presenting for him.

Puffs of air left your mouth as you watched the alpha undress right in front of you. The sight of his muscular and well trained body, making your cheeks flush in the process. Your head was still spinning, and you had a hard time comprehending what was going on. All you could tell was that your omega’s neediness was growing at an alarming rate.

Not even once in your life had you experienced something like this. Sure, you were aware that at some point you would most likely want to become more intimate with your boyfriend, but not like this. Not this suddenly. You didn’t feel ready. However, your inner omega seemed to disagree as you noticed that Manjirō had already finished undressing.

For the first time in your life did you feel truly small, especially in your boyfriend's presence. Manjrō was hovering over you, his blond hair falling down his handsome face like curtains. His thick scent was growing stronger, which made you question if there was even any oxygen left in the air.

The smell was intoxicating and held a mixture of citrus and spice combined with a sense of earthiness that made you feel grounded. It was a strange fusion that made you both float in the sky whilst a feeling of stability still remained. Yet the control over your body remained nonexistent.

Manjirō tapped your cheek gently, snapping you out from your dazed state. Then proceeded by pressing a tender kiss against the corner of your mouth before going down to your neglected breasts. He enclosed your nipples with his soft lips and started sucking, while his right hand started to play with the other one. This action made you arch your back in pleasure.

Then he pulled away from the left breast in favor of tending the other. His warm and wet tongue encircled it before he once again started to suck. Nipping on the places surrounding it from time to time, leaving purple bruises in that area. He was acting like a starved animal, devouring your breast in a desperate kind of frenzy.

Manjirō then began to descend your body, leaving a trail of kisses down its wake. The lower he got, however, the less comfortable you began to feel. You didn’t want him there. You wanted Manjirō to stop, but something was restraining you from voicing your feelings. Tears began to pour down your cheeks, until a gasp suddenly left your lips.

Manjirō had spread your legs open, leaving your dripping pussy completely exposed. You could feel the amount of slick that had already been produced, dripping down on the bed sheets, which made the streams of air that the blond blew hit far more sensitively than it should have. He groaned as the smell of your sweet essence reached his nostrils, placing his tongue flatly against your sensitive pearl before licking in long and agonizing strokes.

“You taste so good, baby.” You unconsciously moaned, his words causing your womanhood clench around nothing. It was beginning to feel painfully empty and you had no idea what to do.

You bucked your hips against his face, craving more of the pleasure that his tongue was providing you. Noticing your increasing desperation, Manjirō placed his thumb on your clitoris and caressed it while peppering your sex with small sloppy kisses before plunging one finger into your needy little hole.

Clenching around the foreign thing that had entered you, your boyfriend simply continued to caress the outer part of your sex as you got used to the intruder. Once you relaxed a second finger was introduced, which was later followed by a third. His fingers were hitting you so goodly, causing each moan that you were producing to turn into screams of pleasure.

Manjirō let out an animalistic growl, each thrust becoming more forceful than the previous one. The pleasure hit you in increasingly powerful shockwaves as you began to approach your first orgasm. And just as you were about to topple over the edge, your pussy was suddenly left completely empty. However, you did not get to ponder over it for long, as Manjirō’s wet lips were suddenly pressing aggressively against your cunt.

Another moan escaped your lips as he started to tongue fuck you. Your hands flew up, taking a harsh hold of his blond locks as you pressed his face further into your dripping pussy. His grip on your plush thighs was tight, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, far too gone in the immense pleasure that your alpha was giving you.

Manjirō was groaning, humping onto the mattress, desperate to reach his own orgasm. He was beginning to lose patience, however, the taste of your sweet pussy was too intoxicating to ignore. Then he took a small, barely noticeable bite of your sex, which caused you to spasm all over his face as he continued to eat you out through your orgasm. Letting you ride it out against his face.

Not giving you much time to bask in the afterglow, the alpha pounced on you, kissing you feverishly once your face was close enough for him to reach your delicious lips. You tried to break away in desperate need for air, but the male wouldn’t let go until he was satisfied.

“Need more,” he mumbled, finally pushing himself off of you. His cheeks were flushed and the sultry look that he was giving you made your inner omega preen. Manjirō took once again a hold of your thighs, before he wrapped your legs around his waist. That’s when you finally noticed his engorged cock. It was thick and veiny and a part of you was wondering how that thing was going to fit inside you.

“W-Wait!” You stuttered as his red and angry looking tip began to press against your entrance, heart rate picking up as panic began to flood your system. You didn’t want this.

“Shh…” The male hushed you, pressing his forehead against yours as he began to introduce his tip into your warm and inviting hole. “This is the only way, [Name]-chin.”

The words that were supposed to be encouraging, sounded more like a feral growl. He pushed into you with one single thrust, forcing a loud moan out of you in the process. The sensation felt so foreign, but not unwelcome. Despite the initial state of fear, your inner omega began to purr with content at the feeling of being filled by its alpha.

You, on the other hand, were trembling at the newfound sensation. It felt so weird and uncomfortable to have such a big, warm and throbbing thing inside of you. But Manjirō didn’t give you much time to get used to it as he began to thrust. The first two strokes were lazy and more testing before he began to increase his pace.

Groans and incoherent words were escaping his lips as he continued to fuck into you with intense force. The bed creaked and the headboard slammed into the wall with each of Manjirō’s thrusts. Your moans were increasing in volume, which urged the blond to fuck you harder.

“Fuck, pussy s’tight.”

Soon his thrusts began to slow down and you could feel his dick begin to grow in size. This caused your eyes to widen in realization as you began to trash around trying to push him off of you.

“M-Manjirō please!” But the male ignored you, wrapping his arms around you tightly, immobilizing you completely as he continued to pound into you. Moan after moan escaped your lips as suddenly a wave of pure ecstasy forced its way through your body, causing it to shake aggressively with the force of your second orgasm. It didn’t matter how much you didn't want this to happen. It was obvious that you stood no chance against a strong alpha like Manjirō, especially when your own inner omega seemed to welcome this kind of treatment.

Manjirō, on the other hand, was too far gone to register any of your pleas. His mind clouded by the thought of finally being able to mark you, to knotting you. Thoughts clouded by the images of you walking around in your shared house with a round belly filled with his puppies. Heavy tits bouncing with every step that you take while milk oozes out of your painfully hard nipples.

You feel the male sinking his teeth into your neck, earning yet another purr of contentment from your omega. At this point Manjiō’s knot had grown so large, it was only a matter of seconds before you’d be filled with it. And as if on cue, hot streams of his fertile semen suddenly began to spurt into your womb.

Everything went hazy after that. You still remember the way he would fuck his cum into you through vasts of the night, each time his dick would be ready for another round. You remember lying in your boyfriend’s embrace, his arms keeping you in a possessive hold with his knot buried deep inside of you. Only to fall asleep and wake up with him pounding into you yet again.

Only after six weeks did you find out that you're pregnant, which caused an uproar at home. Your father appeared to be more worried for your well-being, than angry. Your mother, on the other hand, expressed nothing but utter disappointment.

The wedding was held a few months later during your second month of pregnancy. Manjirō did whatever he could to help you during the process. He made sure to be patient with you and didn’t make any advances, remaining completely respectful of your boundaries. But no matter how tender and understanding he was, it couldn’t erase what he had done.

No matter how many times he tried to apologize and express how sorry he was, you began to drift away from him. You felt betrayed and nothing he did would change that. This time, it was you who had become a shell of your former self. Like one of those porcelain dolls that people would put on their shelves as a decor. Pretty in every aspect…

…except for the dead eyes that were now representing every dimension of your soul.

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kiefbowl · 6 months

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I think the idea of "neoteny" in human females doesn't make any sense from a scientific or feminist stand point. I'm only bringing it up because I have seen it floating around radblr for the past year or so from a couple people as if it is, uh, fact (a scientist positing it doesn't make it fact...), and also at least one person brought it up to me on one of my posts criticizing "pretty privilege", again as if it was fact...

so here's my criticisms against the idea that men breed women (hated writing that) to be more childlike in their features intentionally, as I understand that to be what people are referring to as neoteny:

We aren't really that dimorphic of a species. The differences between men and women are noticeable to us, but when compared to the animal kingdom at large, we are very similar looking despite our different sexes.

It doesn't make sense that the choice of female partners would only affect female children. This doesn't add up with what we understand about genetics. If you are choosing women based on their big eyes and small heads or whatever the argument is, then men would also start to develop those features as well.

In order to massively affect the genetics of a species to that specific degree, you have to truly breed that species systematically. We only know this because humans do that. From breeding dogs to cows and anything in-between, it takes several generations to create a new breed of anything, and it takes large scale control, and it also doesn't make the old genetics disappear. Just because we have poodles doesn't mean german shepherds don't exist, etc. The human genome is the human genome, and if it becomes something else then that means another species has arrived...

From a feminist standpoint, we understand women do not control their reproduction (if you don't agree with this statement, you and I have a fundamental misunderstanding about feminism). To limit female control of reproduction, men have to be less selective about their female partners, not more. It makes sense for women to want to be choose-y, and for men to take that choice away by forcibly breeding as many women as possible, not as few.

Furthermore, we have endless proof that men are, in fact, not selective at all about their partners. Not only do the majority of women in the world get married, the majority of women have children regardless if they are married. Women are married off, regardless of what they look like, and made to bear children, and then men also divorce them and marry younger women to have more children, as well as have mistresses and girlfriends in which they also have children, and also rape in order to have children. In fact it is an act of war to forcibly impregnate woman on the "opposing side". How do men do this and then also be selective breeders?

I honestly felt silly even typing this up. Unless I have completely misunderstood what people are positing, this just feels like fantasy logic. Just because there are differences in the female and male body doesn't mean there is an inherent value in those differences. Women having, say, larger eyes than men generally doesn't mean it's not just a fact of nature. Any value or cultural interpretation is just that: cultural.

The idea of men "favoring" more youthful characteristics in women has a lot more to do with controlling women's behaviors through beauty rituals than actual human mating.

okay I'm done. you can yell at me if you want.

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theragethatisdesire · 10 months

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fic-d here, please, i desperately need the smut abc for plug eren because i am OBSESSED with him.

and i also need to know exactly what kind of clothes he wears, for … unrelated reasons.

hiiiii mooty moot <3 can i just say i'm thrilled you asked this. fair warning for anyone about to open below the cut, this is going to be an absolute MONSTER of a post. and i'm going to love every second of writing it lol.

okay first, the outfits. plug!eren is very like, stoner/streetwear type. LOVES layers, lots of hoodies and flannels and jackets, always wearing Vans, really favors a graphic t-shirt (thrasher, anime tees, has a really impressive collection of vintage band t-shirts and limited-edition supreme drops) i shall attach some reference photos:

idk if this is even the right vibe, but just very casual, whatever-works type of clothes. owns like, two button downs vs his 1001 sweatshirts lol.

and now...onto the nasty stuff LOL enjoy lovebug

PLUG!EREN nsfw headcanons under the cut <3

A. Aftercare

plug!eren is 25, yes, but he's also kind of just a boy at heart lol. it takes him awhile to understand the whole concept of aftercare and just laying and spending time together after sex because he bounces back fast, and is already jumping up to cook dinner or get both of you ready to go to a kickback or something like, two minutes after. once you explain the concept to him, he develops a complex for awhile that he "hasn't been treating you well", and goes really overboard LOL but eventually it evens out. becomes a big fan of snuggling afterwards but would never admit it.

B. Body part

eren was a thin kid growing up, and he's super proud of all the work he's put in to change his body over the years. especially proud of his back, it's his favorite muscle group to work and the one he tracks the progress of the most for sure.

on you, plug!eren is an asssss man. like, he's the king of ass men. constantly running up behind you to land a light smack, grabbing it, holds it while you're cuddling etc. also loves your hips? like, he loves when you ride him specifically so that he can hold on tight and grab at the fat around your hips. i cannot overstate how much he loves it.

C. Cum

plug!eren def has a face-painting thing. he loves to cum in you, and it takes him a few hook-ups to tentatively throw out there that he'd love to cum on your face, but after you let him do it the once, it's over. wants to cum on your pretty face and take pictures of you all covered in him every time you fuck.

D. Dirty secret

being an engineering/architect student, eren's not bad with a pencil and paper. loves to sketch the human body as much as he loves thinking up random building designs. not going to elaborate much here bc spoilers....

E. Experience

LMAO plug!eren is absolutely ran through, so yes, he knows what he's doing.

F. Favorite position

for eren, it's a toss-up between doggy or letting you ride him, both of which stem from his thing for your hips and your ass. i think he would say riding him solely because you usually cum harder that way and eren loves watching you cum, but if it's winning out over doggy, it's only by like, an infinitesimal amount.

G. Goofy

it takes him awhile, but once eren's comfortable, he can be such a goofball during the act. like, will giggle with you when you bump your head on the headboard, full-blown belly laughing when he tries to shove you up against the wall and knocks a few picture frames down. once, one of the legs under his bed broke and you both laughed so hard about it that you couldn't even finish the act. absolutely had a photoshoot of both of you pulling ridiculous poses right beside the now-broken bed.

H. Hair

eren's not like, full-blown bush or anything, but i don't see him doing much more than just trimming. he's terrified of nicking his balls or something if he fully shaves LOL.

on you, eren would never tell you what to do with your body (again, ran through enough to know that's a big no-no when it comes to women), but i think he secretly loves when you're completely bare because he's really into watching how you take him. it gives him an unobstructed view, whether he's eating you out, fingering you, or fucking you, he loves to be able to see every bit of you.

I. Intimacy

plug!eren struggles with being intimate, and while he craves it, he hides it under constant rough sex. after you've been together for awhile though, you have a huge, blowout, nearly-break-up fight, and when he fucks you that night, he's slow and sweet and definitely not tearing up, whispering little i love yous into your skin while he rolls his hips against you. making love is definitely in him, it just takes him awhile to get up to that point.

J. Jack off

24/7. no question. this man's sex drive is unbelievable and honestly? sometimes you're too sore or just not in the mood, really. my favorite thing about plug!eren is that when you just can't go another round, he'll have you sit up all pretty and naked for him and just jack off staring at you, making you talk to him and tell you how good he made you feel. lovesick little baby.

K. Kinks

huge pleasure dom. "can't cum again" is not in eren's vocabulary- he knows you can and he knows he can make you, so what's the harm in one more? not sure if this counts as a kink, but eren's obsessed with the way you smell. not just like, your arousal, but your perfume, that little scent that everyone has that just smells like them really gets him going. every time he stays at your house he can't keep his hands off of you, loves to steal little things like a pair of panties or a dirty shirt just to have at his place for when he misses you. could get down with a daddy kink if you were into it. i struggle to think of the word for this, but he's just nasty. his favorite kind of sex is freaky, nasty, flat-out disgusting sex with cum everywhere and the sheets ruined. big marking kink, loves to leave bruises and hickeys all over you as well.

L. Location

plug!eren is very possessive, what's his is his, so not really into the public sex thing, but will take you absolutely anywhere he knows no one could catch you and get a glimpse of what's just for him. really into sex in the kitchen for some reason?? shower sex too, god that is his favorite, just having you soaking wet and pinned up against the shower wall. up against a wall in general, actually. again, he's worked really hard to get all these muscles, and it definitely gets him off how easily he can just scoop you up and fuck you in his arms. might be an ego thing but hey, who are you to complain?

M. Motivation

anything that reminds him you're his. like, if he catches a glimpse of his hickeys on your neck under your makeup? you're going home from dinner early. you're walking around in one of his tshirts? he's bending you over the counter and you're not taking that shirt off for a second. eren's also a very detail-oriented person, so if he tells you he really likes red lipstick for example, and you wear it the next day, he knows it's for him and for some reason the thought of you choosing something to wear that you know will turn him on makes him feral. you're his pretty little thing, and he loves when you show off a little for him. LOVES lingerie. like, the complicated, full-set bells and whistles of garter sets and stockings and the whole thing. embarrassed at first because he can't figure out how to take any of it off of you, but when you just smile at him shyly and pull your panties to the side, he debates leaving you there to go buy an engagement ring LOL.

N. No

surprisingly, anal. eren's very well-endowed and a girl he was seeing for awhile talked him into anal, and even though they prepared well, she was still in too much pain to really enjoy it and it scarred him a little bit. he likes to hurt you within reason, but that's crossing a line for him, so no more than a finger or two and even then, only if you really want it.

O. Oral

LOVES GIVING HEAD. like, could die happy between your legs, it's his favorite part of sex type of loves giving head. has to beg you for it, but his favorite is when you ride his face. also loves receiving. really big into pulling out when he's getting close and having you finish him with your mouth. also loves eating you out after he's cum in you, then spitting both of your cum into your mouth. again, he's a nasty nasty man and i love him.

P. Pace

eren fucks fast and hard, especially once you've gotten used to his size. he has to ease you into it at first, he's not a total asshole, but once you've gotten adjusted, it's all gas no brakes with him. all those hours in the gym really pay off when he can have you bent over for what feels like an endless amount of time, crying and wailing under him.

Q. Quickie

weirdly, LOVES a quickie. totally gets off watching you limp off to work/class after he bent you over the bathroom counter in the middle of you doing your makeup just to make your legs a little extra-shaky for the day. you're both busy, what can he say? absolutely pulls your panties up with his cum in you and tells you to keep it in there for him.

R. Risk

eren's down for whatever you're down for. he's already fleshed out most of his kinks and fantasies at this point, other than a few things he really needs a committed partner for. it really turns him on when you take the initiative to shyly ask if you can try something, and when you come over one day tentatively holding out a pair of handcuffs? oh he's done for. the one thing he doesn't love is being submissive. he'll let you have your fun, choke him a little, ride him, etc., but he really isn't into being a full-on sub and being made to beg. i think that would be his other really hard no, come to think of it.

S. Stamina

eren is, again, ran through, so he's got some stamina. usually can last at least half an hour, sometimes he can even put himself off longer. he loves to try to go multiple rounds, but honestly, he wears himself out LOL. that doesn't mean you're off the hook though. eren might not be able to get it up, but he's got a mouth and some talented fingers and he loves to make you cum over and over just for his own entertainment.

T. Toys

toys are friends, not enemies! eren specifically loves your vibrator, it's small and easy to use in multiple different positions. his absolute favorite is to have you on top of him, fully seated and grinding against his hips, while he holds your vib to your clit. no chance of him getting enough friction to bust early, and he can make you cum at least two or three times like that until you're in tears and begging him to actually fuck you. yeah, that's his fav.

U. Unfair

eren's not so much of an intentional tease (bc he will accidentally work himself up too much and have to leave the bar early lol), but he's just so unintentionally pretty he doesn't have to try. i mean come on, he's beautiful and he's naturally so charismatic and flirty that he can tease without trying. and when you both get home and you're all riled up and pulling his clothes off, it's so entertaining to him. he loves when you tell him how pretty he is, how he got you all turned on just doing nothing but being himself.

V. Volume

plug!eren is a big dirty talker, but he's actually pretty vocal on top of that, too. loves to moan and groan and tell you exactly how good you feel, whether that's with a noise or his words. he's the loudest when you give him head, it just feels so good and he can't help but ramble on and on about how good you are to him. his "tell" that he's about to cum is when he starts rambling, words slurring together and it just seems like he can't shut up.

W. Wild card

eren loves when you're a little drunk, lowest of keys. not so drunk he's taking advantage of you, but when you let the responsible, professor mask slip and just really let yourself go and have fun, it drives him crazy. he loves seeing you happy, and in an honestly almost-perverted way, he loves seeing you go absolutely crazy with your friends. it just makes him so hard to see you uninhibited and dancing in the middle of the club like you own the place, all eyes on you.

X. X-ray

i think this was pretty well covered in the fic but.....yeah it's big. like, a solid eight inches, girthy, veiny, pornstar dick. eren's blessed and he knows it and uses it to his advantage. your favorite game together is to see how much of him you can get down your throat and eren's obnoxiously cheering you on like a coach. "you're almost halfway babe, have you been practicing on bananas or something?" "shut up eren! i'm trying to concentrate!"

Y. Yearning

okay i feel like it's basically canon that eren's ready to go at all times, no matter what, and plug!eren is not exempt from that. on top of this, though, he's really turned on by...idk, mundane things? like when you stretch with your arms over your head and he can see the outline of your breasts through your shirt, the curve of your neck, when you stick a pen through the bun on top of your head. like, the silliest things turn him on, only adding to his super high sex drive.

Z. Zzzz

eren's usually still bouncing off the walls right after, loves pillow talking and staying up late and discussing any topic he can think of under the sun. he's very restless as a person, so it takes him awhile to go to sleep, especially plug!eren. you usually fall asleep first. always has to go rip the bong a few times or he's just got 0 chance of knocking out, but he always sleeps better when you're snuggled up to him <3

#omg this is a MONSTER of a post i am so sorry to all #if you made it this far congratulations #i award u a gold star #THANK U FOR REQUESTING PLUG EREN FIC I LOVE YOU #much ado universe #much ado uni #eren #eren x reader #eren x reader headcanons

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warrenwaskilledbyadeer · 3 months

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Okayyy get ready because the time has come and we are doing this (disclaimer: these are just my personal views and I'm not trying to convince anybody to agree with me, this is just me listing which characters I think are aroacespec and why)

Amnesia aroacespec headcanons in order of least to most controversial

#4 - Henri Clement

Henri being aromantic just makes sense to me. Romance doesn't ever come up in his story, it's all about him and his best friend! An incident with a barmaid is mentioned, though unspecified, so I just don't really know what that's about??? But also the Bunker was released just around the same time as the first-ever international aromantic day of visibility, sooo... Also I don't know if he's also ace, but personally I think he probably is, he's at least the one on this list who in my opinion is the closest to being fully aroace (like me :D)

#3 - Justine Florbelle

Now I know we've already jumped to a ridiculously controversial character here, so you know the last two are really gonna be a doozy haha, but ANYway, Justine obviously loves having people be attracted to her, but she herself never experiences any attraction to any of her Suitors. She just loves to feel loved and feel "beautiful," but she doesn't love any of them in return. I don't know about her being ace honestly, I considered sex positive ace for her but maybe she does feel the sexual attraction but not the romantic? Definitely romance favorable aro, but I'm interested in other people's opinions on the sexual attraction part of it. But last but not least, let's address the elephant in the room- Clarice. I personally believe that Justine and Clarice are in an alterous relationship. It's not necessarily romantic but it's not necessarily platonic, it just is what it is between them and what's important to them is that they love each other, not exactly what kind of love that is. That's my take

#2 - Alexander von Brennenburg

Ohhh yeah here's where I'm really gonna lose people, but I'm gonna be totally honest... I don't understand why everyone in the fandom sees Alexander as a slut??? I don't see that in him in the game at all, he's CLEARLY wholly devoted to his love (who I personally believe to be Temaku based on a note in Rebirth). Everything Alexander does, spending hundreds of years just to open this portal, is all just to be with his love again. So why would he be sleeping around and falling in love with Agrippa, Weyer, Daniel, or ANYone? I don't get the fandom interpretation of Alexander being a whore or polyamorous, I think in the game he's monogamous to a disturbing and unhealthy degree and it's part of what makes his character... who he is. So in my eyes, Alexander is demigay (I do understand the take that Alexander seduced Daniel to manipulate him without actually being in love with Daniel, but not Alexander falling in love with him for real)

Last but not least...

#1 - Daniel

Cue the screaming

Look. LOOK. Okay. Every single protagonist, even the two others I've mentioned here, have mention of sex and/or romance in their personal stories. Justine, obviously, Oswald, ALL THE TIME, Tasi, had a husband and children, Henri, incident with the barmaid, but Daniel.... nothing. Zip. Zilch. Zero. Nada. It never comes up, and to me that's because he's not ever.. thinking about it. It's not something that's on his mind because it's not something that he feels or desires. He just really likes archeology and history and his sister and that's all :)

That being said...

I do think Daniel is not 100% aroace. I see him more in the gray or demi area, but it's very very very rare for him. Case in point, I do think he had a bit of a crush on Alexander, but I think that was his first crush so he didn't recognize what those feelings were or why he was feeling them. I think Alexander could tell that Daniel had a crush on him though, and thought it was cute and funny but also used it to his advantage (though not by outright seducing him since Daniel didn't know he had a crush). So Daniel in my head is also demigay, or graygay, but most of the time is pretty much aroace

Plus honorable mention - Tihana!! I think it fits with what little we hear about her backstory

Those are my thoughts and feelings I've been sitting on for a year because I'm tired of people bashing aroace headcanons, but that's been happening less and less the last couple years and I've been going through a lot so I think I deserve to indulge myself a little

Also just a reminder that I'm not claiming these to be canon or trying to convince anybody to see things my way! This is just what I think and why :))

#amnesia game #frictional games #amnesia the bunker #amnesia justine #amnesia the dark descent #henri clement #justine florbelle #alexander von brennenburg #alexander of brennenburg #daniel of mayfair #aroace headcanons #empress tihana

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olderthannetfic · 7 months

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This is trolling. No one assumes trans men are masculine. We get called boys even in our 30s, drawn as skinny white AFABs in layers of soft clothing, and reassured that it's okay if we want to kiss other boys. Actually, being assured that you're a cutie patootie fem uwu is really dysphoria inducing for a lot of trans men. I was on tumblr when I had just come out when I was 15 and it was incredibly discouraging to see the posts fawning over adorable wittle twans bois. I'm 25, I don't want to hold hands with a boy, I want to fuck a man. I don't want to change my hobbies and I don't care if people think it's toxic masculinity that makes me like "manly" things (way to assign the binary to activities, real progressive of you) and I don't get anything from "let boys be soft" with clapping emojis and sparkles inbetween every word with glittering font. "No actually it's good to not support part of a marginalized group!" no. Your trolling is shit and so are you.

And the idea that ace people are assumed to be against sex actually made me laugh out loud. I'm working on my doctorate and actually, on college campuses? I've heard from professors - not students, professors, adults old enough to have college-age kids - that ace people have sex at the same rate as straights but they need more foreplay, ace people just need more time to get to know you but after that they're sexually indistinguishable from heterosexuals, that asexuality isn't real, that asexuality is an internet label people use instead of admitting that they can't get laid, and my least favorite, that any man who says he's asexual is actually an incel/that asexuality is another term for incels and femcels. Then you hop online and the internet goes, "Ace people love sex! Ace people love kink! Ace people have just as much sexual attraction as other people! You'r'e valid if you're ace and fuck/do kink/are attracted to everyone!" and if there's positivity for people who are ace who aren't into sex, I've yet to see it. Hell, being not into sex gets you labeled "repulsed", like you're retreating from it the way the Wicked Witch of the West would from water and not just not into it. That happened even in OTNF's own comment section, and these are not uneducated people when it comes to queerness, we've just normalized that sex is a part of everyone's identity so much that even if you're asexual, it's weird and must be a repulsion thing if you're not into it. "Uh actually everyone assumes [__] so there's no need for positivity for [__]" fucking where?! Where are all these people who assume being asexual = not wanting sex?

For the record, I got my undergrad at two different universities due to a change of major, got my master's at another, and am getting my doctorate at a fourth, all in four different US states. One was in the Northeast, one was in the South, one was in the Midwest and now I'm on the West Coast. And I have never encountered people who assume trans men are manly or that asexual people don't have sex.

I have encountered sex negative asexuals, people who get so upset they leave the room if you make a joke involving them and sex, who interrupt the professor mid-lecture to say, "Ace people have sex!", though. That's how deeply this is ingrained in some people's minds, they will say it even when it does not apply to them, even when it's the opposite of themselves, so they can make sure they are Educating The Cishetallos and, more importantly, then share the moment they had to do so with their progressive friends for brownie points/in order to be seen as One Of The Good Queers who educates others.

As for the weird thing in the troll ask pretending anyone who talks about their lived experience believes in a conspiracy... do yourself a favor and get help bringing up your literacy before you take the SAT/ACT, kid. Not only is your trolling shit but you don't understand what the word conspiracy means. Someone saying, "[insert thing here] happened to me" is not a conspiracy and this is why your English teachers gave you C's - to get you out of their classroom and make your lack of comprehension someone else's problem.

In the event this wasn't a troll but was actually what you read, please get two tutors and possibly a screening for any latent anxiety or mental illnesses that would explain how you read people venting about shitty life experiences and thought they believed there was a conspiracy of some kind going on. Because that's the kind of making shit up out of thin air my dad, who has diagnosed Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Paranoid Personality Disorder, would do, and it's not a great sign if you read people going, "the people around me are shitty about this" and jumped to "the people who sent those asks are saying there's a conspiracy theory against them and I am the one sole person who can see the truth here!"

I really don't know how to explain this to people but if someone says something is shitty on their campus, they're saying something is shitty on their campus. It's not a personal attack or conspiracy. Sometimes shit fucking sucks and it's exactly that deep.

You wouldn't think "Someone had a stupid-ass opinion on my college campus" would be that hard to believe.

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skyeblue8 · 7 months

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Hello

What do you think of the antagonists from Heluuva Boss?? Do you like anyone in particular?? Do you dislike anyone of them??

Specifically, speaking...

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1. Fizz - I don't like him, or at least his non-robotic form. Not because he wasn't a good antagonist, up until the recent episode anyway, but because he's exactly like Blitzø but, successful, his general appearance when he's not a robot isn't really appealing to me (I think it's the teeth), and the voice. Nothing on the actor, it just doesn't work for me.

2. Verosika - She's okay, honestly, just incredibly one note. From a logical standpoint, a lot of her problems would be solved if she actually moved on from Blitzø (as in saying she's over him yet continues to obsess about him, even if it is hate), but, with what little we've seen, maybe that's supposed to be the point of her character. 🤷‍♀️ I'm also just not big on sex, so that's like a minor hang up, there.

3. CHERUBS - A bit of waste, sadly. Despite popular opinion, I can see them working in the story, just maybe not as soon as they were introduced and not in the way they were written - as in like a short-term foil of IMP.

4. Striker - Another example of greatly wasted potential. 🙄 Before the later, episodes, he actually seemed like a really cool villain, and one I could understandably get behind considering his hatred of the high-class and general poor treatment of imps who are the lower class. That was until Viv, with the use of Stolas, Bee, and Ozzy, tried to portray said higher class as "chill", "nice", and "sympathetic" despite two of the three having no reason to be given their positions, and one whose actions suggest the opposite. Imo, they put him back too early and just ruined him. 😒

5. Stella - Wasn't even a villain at first! Despite her general demeanor, a lot of what she did was understandable given what we saw with her husband's affair, whether or not they loved each other. Now, she's one- note, uninteresting, incompetent and completely robbed of nuance in favor for Stolas, who frequently abuses his power over his family and subjects moreso than Stella who threw an imp butler at him. It's amazing how the fandom excuses IMP's murder (never mind it being a part of their business, they genuinely enjoy it.), but not Stella's actions towards Stolas despite the frequent excuse of "It's Hell".

6. Stolas - Whether or not he's meant to he a villain, I don't like him at all. He's so annoying as a character, and is a walking contradiction in it of himself. Now, this is nothing against the man playing him, I refuse to put blame on actors simply doing their jobs, but I just can't stand him! I don't enjoy how he's made to be sympathetic despite really having no reason to be, and that, because of his obsession with Blitzø, everything in the story is completely derailed. He also gets away with too much despite the fact that's it's likely common knowledge that he gave a powerful artifact to a lowly imp that he frequently abuses.

7. Ozzy/Asmodeus- Liked him at first, not so much now because he's barely a Sin and allowed Crimson to walk on him too easily.

8. Bee/Beelzebub - She's okay, but I still don't like her. I feel her chill personality was used on the wrong character, especially one who's not only a Sin, who's demeanor and attitude contradicts everything that was established with social class and Charlie's mission, and so on. That, and I just don't like her design.

9. Crimson - Pretty stupid for a mob boss and generally makes no impression on me.

10. The Agents - They're slacking imo, considering the many chances they've had since their debut to track down IMP with the help of the government. Not to mention Unhappy Campers. That, and what is up with their defense system? Like, government building doesn't have guns!?

11. Barbie Wire - Not really a villain, but I wish the best for her considering she has to deal with the walking disaster that's her brother.

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And these are in no ranking order, btw, that's just how I remembered them.

#helluva boss criticism #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critique #helluva critical #hazbin hotel critical #hazbin hotel critique #vivziepop criticism #asks

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 2 years

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karina as a wife headcanons, por favor 🫣

Aespa headcanon: Karina as your wife

Requests are open

Hello anon, thank you for requesting and enjoy the headcanon.

Aespa Karina X GN!Reader

SFW Content

Before Marriage

You two started dating when she was still active as Idol

SM was okay with that, the only compromise was to not flaunt your relationship publicly

But honestly you and Karina were happy about that because you care about your privacy

You kept the secret untill the announcement of the marriage

That happened when Aespa where in Girls' Generation-type hiatus

The reaction of the fans were quite positive: surely they were surprised, but still they were so supportive

And has led you to open up more to the social

But how all of this happened?

You were the one who asked her to marry you

On the 8th anniversary of the beginning of your relationship you organized a picnic on the beach under the stars

The atmosphere was so romantic that you knew it was the right moment

You made the nove and, after a moment of buffering, she started sobbing due her happiness

Of course she said yes

And to conclude the scene a long, passionate kiss

Conjugal Life

Talking about kisses, that's yours favorite interaction

It's just yours way to show love to the partner

But they had other meanings too

For example if someone doesn't know that you are taken and try to hit on you, she just come and kiss you without saying anything

In fact even if you are married, sometimes she is still jealous

But few kisses are enough to make her forget everything

Doing new things and experiences is the key to keep the relationship strong

That's what people said

And that's actually what you

You two are always up to new interesting challenge

Skydiving, horticulture, painting

Everything that comes to your mind is something that you do during weekends

In fact the night of work days are for rest and cuddles

Time goes by but if you are in the sofà, you two act all lovey-dovey

After so many years the members can't stand you two anymore lol

Jokes aside they love you as couple

They always say that you're one of that couples that make people believe in love

The household duties are divised equally

Rather often you make them together

In this way they don't bother you at all

It's just another fun activity to do together

And after all this time you two understand each other without talking

Your eyes, your gestures, your kisses speak for you

NSFW Content

If there is something that she would never stop to express vocally is how good you are in bed

Like, after all these years, sex is not boring

You always find a way to make it interesting

And that's because you LOVE Karina's body

Face, mouth, boobs, feet, hands...every part of her body is a treasure for you

And the sex is not just position after position

There is always a plus

It can be sex toys, different locations or roleplay

Her favorite roleplay is that one where she is an idol and you the lucky fan who fucks her

It reminds her how you two met🤗

She's a switch

But loves when you are the dom in bed

Like "Y/N, don't be so rough, i'm delicate"

But honestly she lives for these moments

Worst you treat her, quickly she cums

When the action ends, you better hug her tightly because she need you to sleep good

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khonshus-stardust · 2 years

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Waking Up With Khonshu

Pairing: Khonshu x Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: soft sex, voyeurism, somnophilia (consensual), Khonshu (because he's a fucking warning himself), becomes slightly rough sex since its Khonshu we are talking about

Word Count: 3082

Summary: Gods don't require sleep to function like humans do. But Khonshu understands this with you as his lover. You slept all night long through his time. So when the sun comes up, he attempts to get you to rouse from your sleep. It takes little more than a few pokes and words to fully wake you up. Khonshu does the only thing he knows that works, for the most part.

Author Note: Okay, well, this is the first time I'm writing for this man. I made a comment to my cousin how little there is of Khonshu and she said I should fix it. And, I'm doing that! Enjoy the softer side of Khonshu.

Ao3

A familiar hand trailed down from the top of your head to your neck. “It’s time to get up, Little Bug,” the crispy sound of a voice helped rouse you from sleep. Yet, all you responded with was a groan and curling into a tighter ball. His scent filtered into your nose, causing a minute smile to appear.

There was a deep sigh. The hand lifted up then touched your cheek. One of the softest of smiles gracing your face this lazy morning. But still, you won’t fully wake. Your mind stuck between conscience and sleep. It refused to go anywhere else. This was slightly annoying a tall figure knelt down before your resting form on the couch.

“Stardust, you need to get up,” he requested of you. The blanket on you shifted, sliding down your frame and exposing you to the cool morning. You whimpered with a shiver. The half tank top and short-shorts did little to keep warmth in. Curse the mornings of the north. “I know you can hear me.”

You made an undignified voice from the back of your throat. It’s not one you would easily admit you made. Instead, you tugged at the blanket and pulled it back over yourself. “Ah, no. Marc is arriving soon, Little Bug. I need you up.” That same hand ran from your cheek towards your chest. The thin cloth that blocked him from seeing one his favor parts of you was pressed against your skin.

This got a reaction out of you. You stretched out from the ball position and pushed against his hand. But, your eyes were still closed. The soft light coming from the nearest window almost blinded you. He hummed and allowed his hand to press on. It went over your breasts, down your stomach, then stopped at the elastic of your short-shorts. They had little crescent moons on them. A pair he adored and loved when you wore them around him. Yet, the amount of exposure of your legs made him possessive of Marc, Steven, or Jake from seeing you this way.

Something bony gently tapped against the top of your head. You stretched out more, further opening up to him.

The tips of fingers barely going underneath the waistband of your shorts. A whine escaping you. You reached out with a hand , brushing against the cloth that wrapped around his lean bicep. “Is this how I have to wake you up? With my fingers slotted between your legs?”

As your mind waked, you thought that didn’t sound half bad. The god always knew how to have you screaming, either at him or the moon.

He continued his soft assault. One finger easily found your clit and pressed against it. You lowly keened with your back arching at his actions. “There’s my Stardust,” he whispered with adornment. His lone finger started to slowly circle around that hidden nub.

Your other hand followed down the length of his arm until he grabbed it and pinned it to your chest. “Aren’t you supposed to be sleep? If you’re not, I guess I don’t need to wake you up this way.” That made you whine with a high pitch tone.

“Please, love. I need you,” you begged. Your eyes finally opening up and staring up at the long bird skull. Khonshu didn’t physically have eyes but no matter what, you could feel them upon your form.

Same as you knew he would be smirking if he could. “It has been a bit… Is my Stardust that desperate?” You rapidly nodded your head and put on a pout with the whole effect. Your bottom lip pushed out as your hips subconsciously canted forward.

Khonshu chuckled deeply and tilted his head to the side yet said nothing else. His hand started its movement once more. You moaned this time, head bowed down and hips humping against the limb. The last thing on your mind was how undignified this was. But when the last time you say your god was two weeks ago and he left you on the edge, you needed this. More than he probably knew.

“You’re so beautiful, Stardust. Your body reacts such in a delicious way. It knows what your god wants from you.” Yourself knew what he wanted. His name screamed to hanging half moon still in the sky.

Without meaning too, you locked your thighs around his hand at the soft words. “Fuck, Khonshu,” you whispered and grasped with your free hand. The other still pinned against your chest. He continued to hold it against you, partially restrained to the couch. “Come on, love. Let me come, please.”

His low voice chuckled next to your ear. “Hearing you beg is more stunning than my moon and stars.” He gently pushed at one of you legs, silently asking you to open up. To which, you happily did. The blanket forgotten about on the floor now. His other hand releasing yours and helps pull down your shorts. They were thrown somewhere in the living room.

As more of your body was exposed to the god, he hummed and ran his hands down sides. One resting on top of your mound. “Much better.” You silently agreed with him and bucked your hips. He laughed again and stroked softly at your labia, not yet touching where you wanted.

The end of his long beak rested on your cheek. You turned your head and kissed the bone, love shining in your eyes. With Khonshu’s predicament, he couldn’t respond in the same fashion but you understood and knew he felt the same.

Then, the god finally returned to his former spot. A soft moan escaping your lips, his name falling off of them all the same. “Good girl, good girl.” Those two works repeated struck you hard. The praise hitting you at your core. A throb racing through your empty vagina.

He must have read your mind or sense your desperation and slide a single digit in. Your mouth hung open with a low groan, hips rocking at faster pace.

You felt all that familiar tightening in your core. A hand now grasped at the couch below you but it gave you no purchase as your body continued figurately to hurtle forward. His name whispered like a prayer on your lips. Both eyes open and staring up at his immovable figures. But Khonshu’s nonexistent eyes were on you, that you knew.

“Be a good girl, Stardust. Cum for your god,” he commanded close to your ear. And like he said, you listened to your god. You would always listen to him.

Your muscles tightened harshly against him, throbbing with your heartbeat. His name screamed out to his faint moon in the lighting sky. Your nails raked down the length of his arm then pressed the back of his hand closer. It’s been too long and you relished in the feeling.

Soon after, you relaxed and fell into a groggy mindset. If it wasn’t for his fingers rubbing again at your clit, you would’ve stayed there for the rest of time.

A high pitch whine escaped from your throat. You looked up at him, finding a halo of light surrounding his figure. It was strange to see him in the sun’s light compared to his own. Nevertheless, he looked like the god he was called for. “You can give your god one more. Right, Little One?” he questioned softly. You would do a lot for him. What he asked of you was so simple. You nodded your head eagerly but had something else on mind.

With that in mind, you got up and maneuver the god into the position you wanted. Khonshu stared at you in question but allowed you to do what you wanted.

Now, he sat on the floor with his back to couch, legs stretched. In general, he looked delicious. You licked your lips then pulled the last bit of clothing off. Khonshu hummed at the display. A single hand reached out to you, which you gratefully took. He carefully tugged at you. You straddled his thin waist and smiled up at him.

Your pussy pressed against his crouch. The bulge hidden below wrappings twitched at your actions. “Hm, you know how to please your god, Stardust,” he groaned into your ear.

“Someone taught me how,” you returned and humped him. His hand still wet with your slick slide up your side and cupped your breast. The long beak that made up his head gently rubbed at your cheek. “Now, how about you make me cum a second time. If you think you can.”

His entire frame tensed at your words; and you felt his gaze shifting from something soft to a challenge. Well, you started it first. At times, you liked to test him. All in all, he seemed to like it in return. He liked it when you pushed his buttons and you did as well. The soft sex wasn’t something to brush past but when he got that punishing pace going on. You wouldn’t be able to walk for the rest of the day until he healed you, or not. It all depended on his whole mood.

Your body was simply turned around, still on your knees but facing the door into your apartment. Reverse cowgirl. He liked them both. This way, he still had a show of power over you.

“Two can play that game,” he growled in your ear, causing a shiver to run up your spine. Khonshu knew what you liked. You’ve played this game many times before. The both of you understood how tease or get what you wanted from the other. In this play, the god had the reins, like usual. Every once in awhile, he’ll allow the smallest of control over to you. That’s how much he loves and trusts you. Far more than his Avatar.

One of his hand strokes down your back. From pinkie to thumb, it was nearly able to touch your sides. You moan and rock your hips again. “Come on, Khonshu. You know what I want,” you demand. Both of your hands gripped his thin thighs. The old wrappings that covered the majority of his body lightly scratched your skin. It wasn’t the softest of materials but it made up him.

There was his famous laugh filling the air. Both hands latching onto your thighs. “I do, Little Bug. But you’re begging…” he groans lowly, head tilted back. You wanted to reach back and run a hand underneath his beak. This position didn’t allow you to do that. Instead, you rested all of your weight down on his clothed cock. “It does wonderful things to me.”

“Like when I beg you to fuck me all night long, under your shining moon,” you partially asked as if you didn’t know that something he favored. His grip tightened, head leveling down. “Like when I beg for you to cum inside of me, filling my pussy up as yours.” Khonshu growled and tugged back at you. “Like when I beg for you let me cum all over your cock.”

At the next moment, your pussy was filled. Two hands grasped at your sides and pressed you flushed with his hips. A high pitch moan ripped from your throat as you clawed at his thighs. There was a presence of pain but an amount you liked. From the nearby window, sun light kissed your skin gently.

Your back arched fully, head completely tilted back and stared wide eyed at the bird god. What you had said pushed him to the point you were silently asking for. A hand came around held the front of your throat. His wrappings lightly scratched there as he lightly stroked the skin at your throat. “You speak the truth, Stardust. The night may not be on us but I will fuck you happily,” he mumbled close to your ear. His beak rubbing against your cheek.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” you moaned and rose your hips only for them to fall, forcing him back into you. He groaned as well, his own hips bucking up. The force causing you to rise and fall down once more. Your pussy clenched at the movement. It felt good, so good.

Khonshu started his pace, reasonably quick and hard. It had you bouncing on his cock with quiet skin-to-cloth slapping. You continued to gaze into the pits of his eye-sockets with his hand on your throat. “That’s my good girl. I know you can cum on your god’s cock one more time.”

That hand moved back to your thigh then lifted your whole body up. The tips of your toes the only thing touching the ground now with your back pressed against his chest. The metal crescent lightly digging into your back but didn’t take away from the pleasure. Khonshu’s bony cheek pressed to yours as he groaned. His hips pounding harshly as his speed increased. Your head thrown back and rested on his shoulder.

Your hands scrambled for purchase and found his wrist the closest thing. This new position made his cock slide against your g-shot stronger. Stars appeared in your eyesight. Fuck, you were close once more. A feeling you couldn’t wait to relish in with your god.

“Khonshu, please. I wanna cum. Cum with me, please-please-please-please,” you cried out and clung to him like a life-line. You wished for him to fill and claim you like all those times before.

A reminder never hurt.

He kept that same pace you always loved up. His body curling up around yours. A knowing action of his closing orgasming. Every time, he sounded so beautiful when he came. The moan of his life time was something you would never pass up.

A door slamming closed brought your head up, knocking into Khonshu’s skull. It made you internally cringe but your eyes snapped to the front door. Marc stood there, gaze wide and locked onto your exposed form. A plastic white grocery bag in his left hand.

The moon god behind you froze, cock still halfway inside of you. They were staring the other down for a few countless moments. “Problem?” he hissed then started his pace again. You were fighting against how your pussy throbbed at the man watching your actions. But actions speak louder than words. Your head rested once more on Khonshu’s shoulder.

“I-I thought you didn’t wa-want him to see,” you teased then moaned when the god hit something deep in you. Past memories of the god being possessive filled your mind. At times, it was hilarious to see such a god throw a tantrum about Marc seeing more skin than Khonshu allowed. Other days, it could get annoying easily. A small part of you liked to tease him about it. Though, a moment like this wasn’t what you expected. Nevertheless, you felt his fingers grip harder. There were going to be bruises on your thighs by the end of the night.

“He can see but cannot touch what’s mine.” Khonshu made that clear with a particular harsh thrust. “Now, tell me who you belong to and you can cum again.” Once more, his possessive side shone threw the brightening morning.

“Yours! I’m yours, Khonshu! All yours,” you cried out and held on tighter. Then, you came. Harder than ever before. The strength of a god was the only thing able to keep you from tensing up all the way. Your body trying to curl up on itself. Khonshu quickened his pace and drew whole body tremors from you. Until he stilled, cock fully sheathed and throbbing inside of you. Your nose nuzzled against his cheek as your body twitched against his hold.

Your chest rose and fell drastically, gaze blankly staring at the white ceiling. A hand laid firmly on your stomach and reminded you of the situation. Red covered every inch of your face without missing a beat. There was no way in the world you could look at Marc, Steven, or Jake the same way. Not after what Marc had just watched and experienced. Without any control, your pussy clenched around Khonshu again.

Khonshu’s other hand came down circled your clit. The overstimulated nub throbbed painful. “No, Khon, no. It hurts,” you whined and weakly pushed his hand away; given a few minutes, you could probably go again. The god listened without hesitation then lifted his head.

“Enjoy the show?” he questioned. You easily knew there was a smirk on his feature even though he couldn’t physically show it. This side of him wasn’t something you were entirely used to but you could get accustomed to easily.

“Khonshu, what the fuck?” Marc’s voice sounded higher than normal. You opened an eye to see red dusting his own cheeks. The bag in his hand had been dropped to the hardwood floor hazardously. A can of vegetables had rolled out. “Don’t we have some business to do,” he grunted with his jaw tense.

“This business was more important,” Khonshu chattered back then easily pulled himself from you. A flush of his white cum spilled from your pussy and onto the hardwood floor. You shivered at the feeling and closed your legs. Yet the god wouldn’t allow that. “Ah-ah, Stardust. Don’t hide yourself from your god. Not when I’ve filled you so perfectly.” His finger took a small scoop through the cum that painted your thighs and pressed it back in. Your back arched with a whine piercing the quiet air.

“Khonshu,” Marc warned and refused to look in your general direction. The god chuckled before placing you on the couch behind you. A familiar blanket was pulled over your naked form.

“I’ll let you sleep in, Little One. You humans do need your sleep.” He pressed his cheek to your forehead in a mock kiss. “And a god can be tiring.” Khonshu stared down at you for a few moments before turning around to face Marc. His staff somehow returned to his grasp.

As much as you wanted your god to stay with you, the night may be over but vengeance never stopped. He would return. The two of you could dance to this quiet song all over again.

Before sleep claimed you once more, you shifted your eyes over to the man. Out of the corner of his eye, you saw him gazing at you as well. When your eyes met, his flashed away to the mirror close by. Then, darkness is all you see.

#khonshu #khonshu x reader #khonshu smut #smut #marc spector #he gets a show #poor marc #sex with bird man #marc is horrified #whoops #possessive Khonshu

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fairytail-whathesays · 6 months

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If it's okay, Gray and Laxus headcanons? I saw these little clips of them from the fairy tail video game and it was so funny and endearing to me

Another shameless self-plug cuz this is about to be my most-read fic.

Also there is no art of Gray and Laxus even near each other because search engines only ever generate content for other ships when I try to search them. And there's exactly 5 posts in the #graxus tag. So here, have this image I stole from CBR.

These two kind of end up being the power couple of Fairy Tail? Nobody expected it but their relationship is much less dramatic and more stable than most.

These two are both loyal lovers whose love language is favors and acts of service. They have to do relatively little speaking in order to understand each other and their affections.

Laxus has so much pride in Gray. Back in the Battle of Fairy Tail, he was calling the guy a loser. By the time Gray stalked off to go kill Mard Geer, Laxus was like "I can't not date him".

They can commonly be found touching each other in small ways--arms around shoulders, usually, but also heads on shoulders or in laps, or even just holding hands occasionally. The casual PDA isn't too dramatic, but it's consistent.

This is because of the way their magics interact. Laxus radiates his magic, which feels very electric and tingly if he isn't restraining it, while Gray radiates cold, molecules slowing down around him. The two end up balancing each other out and when they touch, they provide each other a strange sense of equilibrium and contentment.

"I always thought your necklace was kind of cool." "I always thought your scar was hot."

The two are both punk-adjacent and enjoy a lot of the same hobbies and aesthetics, with Gray leaning slightly more emo and Laxus leaning slightly more rock. Their dates are surprisingly fun.

Gray is always wearing Laxus' clothes. Everybody knows what it means and he doesn't deny it--except that he also wears Laxus' clothes just because he can. Do they fit? No. Is he still able to make them look halfass decent on him? Yes.

There is something very magical when Laxus kisses Gray that makes the latter just want to stick to him like glue and do it forever. Likewise, when Gray kisses him, Laxus can't help but smile.

These two literally make the front page of fashion magazines when modeling together, they just have insane photogenic qualities.

"Bro" and "babe" are interchangeable, they both answer to either.

Laxus actually proposes after a few years together. He thought about a diamond ring hidden in an ice box but didn't want Gray to swallow it trying to eat the ice.

You didn't ask for them but I'm still gonna provide u the ns/fw headcanons just cuz i might not get another chance:

NS/FW:

Gray, unlike a lot of people Laxus is shipped with, doesn't like sex rough or super-energetic. To him it's more about intimacy and exploring the other's body, and Laxus is very receptive to this kind of sex. They're slow, gentle, and relatively quiet.

Gray is not actually an exhibitionist, despite his unconscious stripping. He will become one, though, if the opportunity arises and he's got a desire to give head. Gray is fantastic at oral sex and loves doing it whenever he can, so Laxus has successfully swayed him into ducking into an alley for a quickie or even a blowjob in the back of a taxi. Gray is way more embarrassed about it than Laxus is, but is he going to pass on it? No.

Being in Laxus' lap is literally Gray's favorite position. So much to touch, lick, and bite all laid out there in front of him. So stable when he needs to hold on.

These two treat each other's bodies like works of art, with something new to find every time they get the chance. Laxus loves to remind Gray how sexy he is, and Gray loves to brag that Laxus is all his.

#laxus dreyar #gray fullbuster #graxus #shipping #headcanons

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qlventingspace · 1 year

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Buckle up darlings, because I'm gonna expose you to my weird ramblings and sorta self-exploratory shit regarding asexuality and kink.

(this is your cue to leave if you don't wanna hear that)

After a chat with my dear friend I realized that it baffles me (in a good way, like wow this is so interesting!) how many differences there are in acespec people. How many factors are influencing our view on sexuality and how many details are often needed to explain our sexuality and our unique take on relationship with sexual stuff and relationship stuff.

You could generalize and say, asexuality is lack of sexual attraction. And it sorta is...but then... it also isn't, not always.

It's little to zero sexual attraction or it is 100% sexual attraction with the right emotional investment for a particular person or it is anywhere from 1% to 100% just under very specific circumstances or it's very randomly and unexpectedly sexual attraction or it's attraction only to fictional people and not real people or it's attraction to person as long as they don't reciprocate or...

I'm not even sure how many more different and unique details there can be that are all very different and specific but at the end of the day it just all boils down to asexuality.

I think most aces either knowingly or unknowingly doubt their aceness.

And if you throw in some confusing stuff which is not usually stated as the "universal asexual experience" then you come out of it even more confused.

Am I ace if...?

Okay, so we handled sexual attraction. How about some views on sex?

The usual: sex-positive, sex-negative, sex-indifferent, sex-favorable, ... Describing your view on sex in general, your view on others having sex, or how you yourself feel about participating.

Not confused enough yet?

Throw in some libido, then.

Masturbate just because your body needs an outlet? To relieve stress? Just cause you're curious? Or do you also enjoy it? Seek it out? You like to look at some nsfw pictures? Like to get horny? Imaginary situation to get you off is fine but not real life? And what about your special someone, real life is not okay unless it's about them?

You still with me? Still not confused enough?

Alright then, throw in Kink.

How is it that you have kink while being ace? How can you be ace if you enjoy certain kinks? *horrified gasp* Kinks while masturbating?! *clutches pearls* Are you still ace? Are you not just pretending or scared of relationships? (imagine annoying inner voice)

And now to me.

It surprised me how many people who are engrossed in VegasPete and absolutely adore and love and identify with kinky king Pete are asexuals.

I'm not saying all of you are kinky and it's none of my business. Fiction is fiction and we often love characters we do not identify one bit with.

But...

For me, Pete was kinda revelation. Distant memory. And longing.

And oh boy it had led me into another fit of re-discovering myself and re-discovering or perhaps also reshaping my view of my own asexuality.

Often people see aces as innocent, naive and awkward regarding sex and sexual situations.

So to see people headcanoning Pete (kinky and incredibly not innocent Pete!) as demi might not make sense to many people. It does to me.

I am not immune to the deep-rooted view I adopted through my more than 20 years of living "heavy kissing inherently leads to sex" and "engaging in kink is also inseparable from sex"-

I still struggle with the thought that kink doesn't need to be linked to sex. I am baffled by the thought that people do kink with other people. Or in front of other people. My mind just don't wanna grasp that.

But at the same time I understand that some things feel good on their own. And some things feel good with the added bonus of slightly different kinds of pleasure.

There is also a very clear distinction for me when I think about doing this things alone vs. doing them with imaginary someone in imaginary situation vs. doing them with someone in real life.

Bit lacking still good, good plus longing and get this away from me.

Many experiences like this seem to be in stark contrast from the experiences of the ace majority (or at least most talked about experiences that seem to be complete nah or mostly indifference towards sex, masturbation and kink). It has lead me to questioning if I am actually ace, when I have this weird relationship with sexual stuff and yet...somehow, I never felt anything but asexual.

M' point is, I don't think I had a point.

BUT I wanna spread different ace experiences and if this helps at least one ace to find themselves or to stop doubting themselves than it is worth it.

Unless tumblr decides again that my posts are not worth sharing in the assigned tags in searches, lol.

#I wanted to get this out #like it is soo weird but so interesting #can't believe I'm finally posting this #and on a bl blog at that #but it has pete in it #and my beautiful cupcake was the reason for my trip down the memory lane so yeah #I wanted to write about this for the longest of times #guess the end of the year is the best time #wanted to be even more personal but nobody signed for this #I can have my mandatory “I need to express myself very clearly out loud so I can understand myself better” in the safety of my mind #where I don't bother anyone xD #pete phongsakorn #asexual character #asexuality #asexual #acespec #lgbtq+#pondering

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Meghan, a second year student who, after learning of his special projects made it a point to enroll in one of Mr. Crude's classes every semester, made an appointment to talk with him. When the time came, she entered his office with a big smile, said "hello" and then took a seat in front of his desk. "Hello, Meghan. What can I help you with?" he asked. "I have a favor to ask of you, Mr. Crude. Before I ask, though, I want to give you a little background information so you'll understand. Ready?" "Sure. Go right ahead," he replied.

Meghan took a deep breath and then said, "I'm not sure if you know or not, but I have a girlfriend."

"I wasn't aware, but that's great! I hope you two are happy together."

"Yeah, we are. It seems like when I'm not spending time with you, I'm with Jen. We have a lot in common, not the least of which is our love of sexual pleasures." Meghan giggled a moment and then continued. "Lately we've been sharing our bucket lists with each other, and Jen shared something that I think might interest you. I think you'd be perfect for it, and since she has a birthday coming up in just a few days, I was hoping you'd agree to help me give her a very special present so she can check that one off her list."

Mr. Crude smiled and said, "Okay, do tell."

"Sooo, Jen wants to get fucked while she's straddling my face and I'm eating her pussy! Damn, I always get horny thinking about that! But wait - there's more. She wants the guy to give her a messy creampie that'll run out of her pussy and into my mouth, and then make me lick and suck out the rest while she sucks the guy's cock clean. Naturally I thought of you as being the guy to fuck her."

"That's so sweet of you, Meghan… wanting to give her that and also thinking of me," he said with a smile. "One question… do you think she can take my cock?"

"I'm almost positive she can. I've been fisting her a lot lately. Granted, I have smallish hands, but when I make a fist it's pretty close to the thickness of your cock," Meghan responded. "So, what do you think? Will you do that for me? And will you let us do it at your house? I'm pretty sure if you do this for her, Jen will want you to help us check off some more bucket list items."

"Before I give you my answer, tell me something else on her bucket list."

"Where to start? Some are like learning how to do things, like deep throating. Some are kinky, like being tied up. She likes the idea of being a guy's arm candy, wearing revealing, slutty clothes and having to do things that expose her. One she's been bringing up a lot lately is doing a cum walk after getting a facial. There are several that involve being in public with cum on her somewhere. One thing that I really like is her being forced to sell photos and videos online of her being fisted by me, fucking and sucking a guy, and just generally being used as a sex object. I really, really like that one!"

"Okay, okay… I'm intrigued," said Mr. Crude. "I'll help you with the birthday present. When will this happen?"

"Could you do it sometime on Saturday afternoon or evening? If it goes well and she really likes it, maybe you'd let us stay overnight and we could check off a few more items. I'd be forever grateful and owe you big time! Jen would, too."

"Yes, Saturday will be fine. You check with Jen about the time and then get back to me. As for staying overnight, if Jen wants to, that's okay with me, but be sure you tell her that you'll both be sleeping in the same bed with me and there's no guarantee either of you will get a good night's sleep, if you know what I mean," he said with a big wink.

Meghan laughed and then said, "Will do!"

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papirouge · 10 months

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Classical art doesn’t have dick now? That’s news to David . Secondly you do understand that just because something isn’t sfw doesn’t make it porn right ? Also why does everyone on this site have to censor themselves for your taste? You’d throw a fit if the people with religious trauma tried to tell you to shut up about your religion because they didn’t want to see it .That’s the wonderful thing about how tumble works you only see who you follow so put on your big girl pants and curate your experience .

Classical art has to have dick now? In what porn fried galaxy brained world do you have to live in to see "porn ban" and immediately think about classical art being censored. There are plentiful of websites where you can freely see/access classical art. Tumblr isn't the only website on the internet, damn it!

And hm, I never asked anyone to censor themselves for my taste - Tumblr didn't ask me (or anyone) anything to do the porn ban. I'm just rejoicing at it happening and relieved at the idea of porn content being somehow 'dealt with' here. Why are you even mad about it? If anything, you're the one trying to police people content on this website by getting pissy at people looking favorably at that ban

Your example with religious trauma is so stupid. I personally don't drop on non Christian page inbox to lecture them about their opinion on Christianism (unlike) so I'm actually pretty consistent. Do you know what it's like to be on tumblr while Christian anyway? Pro choice, anti religion, pro sex posi tumblr? If anything, we Christians are the ones having to bear with a flock of people loudly voicing their disdain for our religion/lifestyle and yet, we aren't out there campaigning to shove Christian content everywhere like you pro porn weirdos have been consistently doing since the porn ban. Church traumatized people have their whole scene here, and as far as I know, Christians aren't out there trying to gaslight them saying what they hurt 'access to Christianity'. Also, call me when "Christianism addiction" will be a thing and remotely early access to Christian have the same disastrous effect on kids...

It's not about me, you idiot : it's not okay that a website with a significant teenaged demographic to host porn content. I don't even understand why it's even a debate. The post that triggered you literally talked about SPONSORING PORN CONTENT, so this trash would be on everyone's dash, overriding their own follow list !

If anything, YOU are the one trying to shove your degeneracy onto everyone's face. It's been YEARS, and you pro porn weirdos are still there whining screaming and throwing up about nipples and d*ck not being tolerate on this website as if it was the end of the world. You are all so pathetic....

Go curate your experience somewhere else if having access to porn is sooo important to you. NEWSFLASH : we are on tumblr where porn is banned and right now, you are not in position to lecture me or anyone in what we should do to avoid porn. Porn is unwelcome here. PERIOD. Now go away, coomer.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 10

WC: 1633

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: anxiety, angst, brief fears of infidelity, discussions of childbearing and marriage/gender roles, psych theories, some manipulation, age difference, brief mention of domestic violence (there is none)

A/N: If you have any questions regarding the tags for this chapter and want to ask me about it before reading please do so! The chapter is not necessarily dark but I understand that some may want me to give a more detailed warning/context. I want all my readers to be as comfortable as possible 💙

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It started out small. He would bring up Dr. Stratton during conversation more and more often. Three times now he had been late to office hours, causing you to have to wait outside his room, nervously checking the time. But it’s nothing, you continue to remind yourself. They’re just good friends that haven’t seen each other in years. And you trust them both.

When another Friday night passed with Laszlo skipping drinks in favor of meeting with Karen, you decided to stay in as well. It had been a month since they reacquainted with one another. In those weeks you had seen less of him outside work. Your sex life was stagnating too, much to your annoyance. He had even canceled at the absolute last minute on a dinner date. Naturally, you had begun to feel a twinge of jealousy at his lack of attention. He kept saying it was work related. Nevertheless, the sullen temperament you'd adopted went unnoticed by the doctor. You felt foolish; you weren’t so needy that you had to make a big deal about it. So you said nothing on the issue.

You sat on the old couch in your apartment. Bitsy was getting ready to go out with Lucius for date night. Picking at your fingers, you decide to ask your roommate for advice. “Hey Bits?”

“Yeah?” she called from her bedroom.

“Can I ask you a question about Lucius?” you start.

“Sure, what’s up?”

You pause as you think of how to word your thoughts. “Do you ever, like, get jealous? When he hangs out with other girls I mean.” Her head pops out of the door frame as she finishes fastening her earring, eyebrows raised in question. “It’s just that Laszlo has been spending a lot of time with Dr. Stratton now that she’s back in town. I trust them and everything, but I’m starting to feel a bit left behind I guess…” you trail off.

“Oh honey, that's normal.” She waves a hand through the air as she speaks. “There’s this girl at the lab that Lucius works with and for the first month I was convinced she was trying to steal him away from me. Turns out she just wanted Marcus, his brother!” Bitsy lets out a cackle.

“Right…” you pick at the skin around your fingernails. “I just feel silly about it. I’m sure I’m overreacting to the whole thing, though. Laszlo would never do anything, and I don’t think Dr. Stratton would either,” you remind yourself outloud. "There's just this thing John said to me about them having a past and I can't get it out of my head."

“It's not silly.” Bitsy had moved further into the bedroom, causing her voice to be slightly muffled. “But if it bothers you that much, talk to him about it. He’s a psychologist, it’s kinda his job to understand emotions and things like this. And if he loves you like you say he does then he’ll put a bit more effort into giving you his attention.”

You marinate on what she’s told you. Bitsy is right, if it bothers you that much then you need to bring it up with him. Be an adult, use communication, and all that. “Why’re you always right and level-headed about everything?”

“Someone’s gotta be, with a hot head like you,” she snarks. Her phone buzzes letting her know her date is downstairs. With a squeeze on the shoulder she bids you goodbye, telling you to let her know if you need anything.

The atmosphere in Dr. Stratton’s office felt off. What was usually so open and warm had felt forced and awkward. You were still ignoring the guilt of your jealousy at the doctor. She wasn’t as talkative today, unlike usual. Instead, it was strictly business. You chalked it up to her having an off day.

The two of you discussed in more depth the fetishes and kinks from the list you had compiled. Unfortunately, due to spending less time with your boyfriend the last few weeks you hadn’t had much of an opportunity to try any of the new tricks you were learning about. Therefore, you had little to really talk about in that regard. You found that you didn’t particularly mind, as you were feeling less inclined to want to share about your love life due to your envy towards the woman in question.

Dr. Stratton quietly gathered together her notes from the session and placed them into the folder. You were about to ask if she needed anything else from you when her lips parted before closing again. She leaned forward on her desk towards you. Her fingers steepled under her chin.

She licks her lips. “There is something I wish to discuss with you unrelated to the study.”

You didn’t like where this was going. Dread pooled in your gut at the concerned look on her face. “O-okay.”

“Now I want you to understand that I only bring this up out of concern for your wellbeing and emotional health. But some of the things you have told me over the course of this study have me worried.”

What on earth could you have said that would cause this sort of reaction from her? She was the most calm and collected person you had ever known. To have her speaking out made your heart race in your chest.

She takes a moment to gather her thoughts before opening her mouth again. “In truth I worry about your current relationship. I fear that-”

Brows furrowing, your mind goes to the worst conclusion. You blurt out “what? No! He doesn’t hurt me or anything, I don’t know what would have given you that impression but I- ”

The doctor reaches out with her hand to settle on your forearm. “My dear take a breath, I meant no such thing.”

You take a deep inhale to compose yourself. “Then what are you talking about?”

“Speaking as your friend, and as an alienist, I fear that this boyfriend is potentially using you for your youth,” she begins the tale she concocted, unbeknownst to you. “In my experience as a psychologist, the young women such as yourself that I encounter with significantly older male companions find themselves locked into the relationship. Typically, it is from dependence on money at first. Over time, the male pressures the woman to be compliant in things like marriage and childbearing. I understand how difficult it is for a woman as driven as you to balance your aspirations with relationships and domestic matters. Do you want children?”

Her statement and question take you back. Confusion is written all over your face. Marriage? Children? Neither you nor Laszlo had ever brought up either subject. You didn’t even know if it was something he was interested in. “Wait what? I'm not sure I follow…”

“Men around his age go through an identity crisis in which they begin to become aware of their mortality. A change in priorities. The most common desire is to procreate, to start a family in which to pass on their wisdom is strongest here. Are you prepared to give him children soon? Of course there is nothing wrong with wanting to be a mother, it is a very noble role. Yet you do not strike me as someone ready for such a large step.”

You can barely form a coherent thought at her onslaught. The whole conversation was so out of the blue that you felt incredibly lost. Did you want children? Did he want children? Now? You wrap your arms around your torso to stave off the uncertainty and anxiety you feel creeping in. No words come to your defense at her interrogation. You are speechless, jaw dropped.

She stands and crosses the room, placing her cool hands on your cheeks. “My dear you are still a child yourself. This is something you need to consider. To… consider the possibility that you can’t give him what he needs. That he may need someone closer to his age with the same priorities, someone more willing to give in to his needs now. I don’t think you’re ready for that. I’ve seen the cost that these girls face. And the societal pressures and judgement you would face being with someone so much older? I think it could throw you into a state similar to after your friend passed. I wouldn’t want to see you in that position again. I want you to have your freedom."

Dr. Stratton looks up at the clock suddenly; “oh! My, I’m going to be late for a meeting, you’ll have to go. I don’t believe we need any more sessions for the study, but I will let you know if anything changes.”

You are too in shock trying to process everything she said to you as she ushers you out of the door with a “think about what I said, dear.” The door shuts behind you.

Karen sat with a huff. She felt a tad guilty for what she had said to you. She had no idea if Laszlo wanted marriage or children, he hadn’t when they were first together. But times change. She hoped that by using the angle of kids and identity crises that she could subtly plant a seed of doubt in your mind. Strike quickly and overwhelmingly, plant the doubt that you weren’t right for him, then push you out before you have the chance to seek answers or reassurance from her. It seemed you bought her false concern as actual worry. You were a great girl. But you were just that - a girl. You couldn’t give Laszlo what he needed, not like she could.

Now she simply had to wait and let your mind eat away at itself, leaving him for the taking.

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summary: beau says some shitty things to caduceus, and he comes to you. no matter what he thinks, you love him and you make sure he knows that he's not broken. (part 2/13 of the kindness series, a thematically connected series of c2/exu imagines)

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warnings: unintentional acephobia / arophobia (beau says some shitty things, but from a place of ignorance)

note: i am def not to the c2 episodes where cad is introduced but i love him already, so i'm not sure whether or not my characterization is on point or not, but in this house we love and respect aro/ace caduceus!!!!!

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You know his feelings, and he knows yours. That’s why you and Caduceus get along so well, despite life on the road. There’s always some sort of friction in the group, even though it’s quickly smoothed over and forgotten. Things like that, though, never happen between you and Caduceus - which is something the rest like to point out with thinly-veiled jealousy when they’re in a tuff with another of the group.

Just thinking about your frictionless relationship with Cad makes you smile. You know that he doesn’t really get the way other people fall in love, or lust depending on who it is, and sometimes that makes you sad. But not sad in a way that you’d want him to change - Gods no. You love him for the way he is, and you know he loves you for the way you are. It doesn’t stop you from thinking about another life, another place, though.

That’s mostly irrelevant. You’ll be the first to admit, when you first found Cad and he joined your merry band of adventurers, you’d harbored a rather large crush on him. That, originally, started your kindness campaign toward him. Selfish, yes, but you don’t regret it. It has made you the closest friend you’re sure you’ll have in your entire life. He’d kept mostly to himself before you reached out to him, being nicer and nicer until… Well, until he started to return the favors.

That’s what makes you two work so well together. Everyone else is resistant, honestly, to the way you want to be nice to them. You know they have their reasons, so you don’t push. Eventually they are kind to you and, though you don’t do it just so that others will be nice to you, it’s a warming feeling to know that you have some impact on the people you travel with.

Caduceus is the one that goes out of his way the most for you, though. He’s the one that will prepare your meal in the way that you prefer, but Caleb hates, and adjusts Caleb’s accordingly. He’s the one that will listen to you and Jester fawn over Oskar, even though he’s not interested in the romantic or sexual aspects of Tusk Love. He’s the one that will hear you having a nightmare and wrap his large, warm body around yours to comfort you in the middle of the night. He is your best friend, and you’re his. (After the Wildmother, of course. You’d never get between them. It’s so clear how fond he is of her, and how fond she is of him.)

But all of these things, the history the two of you share and how close you are compared to the rest of the Mighty Nein, are the reason Caduceus comes to you late at night, tears wetting the fur on his face. It’s late, and you were asleep, but your door is open to anyone in the Might Nein. Cad knows this, which is why you’re surprised that he is knocking.

“Caddy,” You reach for his hand and guide him into your room, “What’s wrong?” He doesn’t say anything, opting instead to drape himself over you in a warm, strong hug. You feel his breathing stutter and then pick back up, a telltale sign he’s been crying for some time. Your stomach drops like a stone, “Hey, let’s sit down on the bed, okay? And then we can talk if you want or we can just sit.” He lets you lead him to the bed, but as soon as he’s at, he curls up with his back towards you and shields himself as much as possible with his arms. It’s like he’s afraid of you, sobs returning to jostle his body on your bed.

You let him have his space, stepping back but reminding him that you’re here - for him, in the room, for the long haul. You can’t let Caduceus think he’s alone in whatever he’s going through, because he’s not. He’s not alone, never, not with you around. Your heart breaks as he whimpers and rolls over, reaching a hand out for you. There’s no hesitation in your mind when you crawl into bed and let Cad fold himself around you, holding you so tightly that you’re afraid that he’ll break. “Caddy, I need you to calm down,” You wrap your arms around his middle, scratching lightly at the fur on his back to try and comfort him.

“Am I broken?”

“What?”

“Am I broken?” And then he says your name, pleading and so filled with sorrow, that it chokes you up for a second. “I think I might be broken.”

“Caduceus Clay, you are not broken,” You whisper, voice shaking as you pull him impossibly closer, eyes cresting with tears as you look, unseeing, at the wall over his shoulder. He’s buried his face in the crook where your neck meets your jaw. “I don’t know why you would think that, but I know you are not.”

He sniffles. “Beau said…” But he cuts himself off, jaw snapping shut with an audible sound as he squeezes his arms around your waist. You can feel his hands shaking as they clench in your sleep clothes.

“Beau says a lot of shit,” You turn your head to nuzzle your nose against the back of his large ear, hoping to bring some sort of comfort to him. Whatever she said to him has gotten him more worked up than anything you’ve ever seen, “She says a lot of shit and sometimes she doesn’t mean it, and sometimes she doesn’t really get what she’s saying. She’s an empire kid, Caddy, they’re sheltered and unsure and kind of… Well, they’re assholes. Beau is not immune to Empire Kid Asshole Syndrome, just like Caleb isn’t.” He shudders, a fresh round of tears wetting your neck and the fur on his face. “Cad… Caddy, come on, what did she say?”

“We were in Jester’s room,” He begins, voice calm but small, “And she was talking about Tusk Love again. Nott asked a question - about, I don’t know, I think our first time, but I don’t… I’ve never…” You press a kiss against his fur when he begins to work himself up again. He sucks in a shaking breath, “And I told them, and the Beau asked why and… There’s not a reason, I don’t suppose.”

“There doesn’t have to be a reason,” You whisper, “But if you want a reason, the reason is that this is how you’ve chosen to live.”

Caduceus continues like he doesn’t hear you, “She said that there’s no point to having friends, to being so close to you, if nothing will come from it. She said that life is about love and sex and finding someone to share it all with. She said that I was leading you on. That you’re in love with me.”

You whine low in your throat and push on Cad’s shoulders so he’s looking at you. You want him to not only listen to what you’re about to say, but hear it. He looks so sad, ears pulled back and eyes glassy. “I am not in love with you, Caduceus Clay. I love you. There is a difference. Once, yes, I thought that I might have been able to fall in love with you, but I know how you feel. What you feel is real, do you understand?” You pause for him to respond, but he just looks at you. “You do not need love and sex to live life, okay? And love - you have so much of it. I love you. The Mighty Nein loves you. The Wildmother loves you. You have so much love in your life, and if that is enough for you then that’s enough for you. Nobody has any say in what you want from life except you.”

“Am I hurting you? By not being able to fall in love with you?”

“No,” You say firmly, “Your worth is not measured by your ability or desire to fall in love.” Cad shifts on the bed, and you pull him closer, settling your forehead against his, “I’ll talk to Beau in the morning, okay? She will apologize to you - either this is a misunderstanding, or she was being intentionally malicious, but there will be an apology.”

His eyes slip closed, and the sigh that follows shakes as it leaves his body. Some of the tension melts away and you let one of your hands move up his body - making sure he knows you’re aiming for his face - until your thumb can rub soft circles in his cheek. “Do you believe me?” You ask, voice soft as he begins to come down.

“What?”

“Do you believe that you’re not broken? That you just are who you are? That it’s okay?” You press your nose against his for a brief second. Just a moment of comforting intimacy, but you don’t press it. “Do you believe what I said?”

“I’m not sure,” He stutters a little bit, frown tugging slightly at his lips, “I think that I could come to believe it because you wouldn’t lie to me.”

“Never,” You promise in a strong voice, despite whispering to him, “I would never lie to you. I’m not lying to you.” You shift a little, twisting your legs with his long and lithe ones, “Let’s get some rest tonight, and I’ll set Beau straight in the morning, okay?” You know he’s already tipping off toward sleep, his body warming and becoming pliant in your arms. Caduceus only hums and nods, one of his ears twitching as your breath hits it when you chuckle. Tomorrow, you’ll bring your wrath down upon Beau - lightly, because you’re almost positive she didn’t mean what she said and probably phrased it horribly wrong. Tomorrow, you’ll set it straight with the rest of the Mighty Nein, too - that not wanting romantic love, or sexual things, does not make someone broken. You’ll educate them and, if you get any pushback, you’ll make sure they know that if Cad walks, you walk.

You’re sure he feels the same way.

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hello mel! i apologize if you've been asked this before, or don't like talking about it but, i'm rewatching a lot of season 6 & 7. i'm curious to what you and others think about ian's ex-boyfriends? mainly caleb & trevor.

the dynamics between ian & caleb, trevor, mickey are all very different. i'll always root for and stick with mickey and ian. but seeing how ian was with his other boyfriends, was interesting to say the least.

personally, it was really sweet seeing ian happy in a more stable relationship. it was just weird seeing that because it wasn't with mickey. ian and mickey have this developing love & relationship, and they're soulmates. but trevor & caleb helped ian learn a lot.

does any of that make sense? i'm sorry if i said the wrong things. sending love xx

hi there! whew, now this is quite a question! i'm gonna quietly share my thoughts and then hide for the rest of time 😌 i actually do like talking about these seasons. it's hard, bc we all love mickey so much, but there are definitely worthy stories there.

hiding the rest of this indecipherable mess under the cut -

if i could lift caleb up and out of the show, i would. i don't think he really serves a purpose. like. i'm not sure i understand the narrative choice here: lifting a depressed teenager out of the worst time of his life just to shove him into a shitty relationship almost immediately? one where he is not valued, where he is belittled, and where he is so discarded?

but you're right - he did help ian learn a lot. he helped ian learn what kinds of options are out there for him, how to stand up for himself. i just don't think ian needed that kind of relationship to do this. like so much of his story, i think ian's s6 arc would have been much more powerful without a serious boyfriend.

i don't have a problem with a love interest. ian is young, and i think it's okay that he would have a little fun as he moves through the season. but to constantly toss him headlong into serious relationships when he's coming out of episodes? i don't like it. i like the idea of him meeting the firefighters after the accident - they help him become an EMT, help him come out of his shell a little. he has friends, a social life. maybe he has a flirty thing going on with someone who makes him smile. jeff pierre is lovely and they could have utilized him better.

but otherwise, that time was about healing. it was about rising up and coming to terms with the previous two seasons. so much of that was overshadowed by the relationship stuff. it wasn't necessary. i wish he had the space to miss mickey and mourn the life he thought he was building. instead, we got to see the worst, most drawn out het sex scene featuring the guy who has been sure of his homosexuality from day one. very cool.

now...... trevor. as a person? very much like him. as a potential friend or fuck buddy or even short term boyfriend for ian? very much like him. as a potential positive influence on ian? yep, like him.

and that makes it seem very one-sided. i think they could have given each other so much. they could have really validated each other and helped each other navigate this strange early adult life. they both went through a lot of shit. how cool would it have been to see them support each other instead of heckle and hurt each other? they really don't always bring out the best in each other. (not that everyone always has to be at their best in a relationship but it's a weird way to start one, right? and it doesn't even last long before someone cheats. the odds are not in their favor.)

but they just dropped the ball. once again, here comes ian stumbling out of a relationship and a mental health episode - only to find himself in another relationship he's not ready for. ian is looking to fill his emotional needs in all the wrong places. this is common for him, but really unfortunate when it comes to relationships. they don't always treat each other very well, and it sucks because the potential for something good was so great! they did have chemistry - of course not like ian and mickey, but it's not meant to be. i like elliot's screen presence, and i also really like the scenes with trevor and fiona. it could have worked.

and i agree - it is nice to see ian out on dates and getting that new relationship experience. i kinda wish he and trevor had kept it to that casual dating thing, bc once they raise the stakes, it gets super weird and forced once mickey pops in and out of the picture. once again - how nice would it have been for ian to have a real friend to navigate both the loss of mickey and his mom? instead, ian comes off as a real creep and trevor goes all chub bar. like, if they were gonna have that relationship be what they built it up to be, ian's cheating should have been the end of it.

i won't go off about s8 because i don't think i can handle it. it's so unfair to everyone involved. but i do agree that these relationships did teach ian some lessons. they're certainly part of him, for good or ill. and did they learn anything from ian? i'd think trevor probably did. anyways, i'm so sorry to throw all of these thoughts at you. i will stop talking now 😌

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