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fr-ogii · 8 months

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life onboard the argo ii

frank zhang, hazel levesque, piper mclean, jason grace, leo valdez, percy jackson, annabeth chase

x gn!reader; poc friendly

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⚠️ :: the relationship the reader has with the 7 could be romantic or platonic, it’s up for your interpretation. you know your own age, don’t be weird with it.

-> sure there are a couple arguments here and there, some bigger than others, but breakfast usually solves all the problems that arise. if the argument happened the night before, it gave time to rest and think about the issue and how it could be resolved. if it was earlier that morning, breakfast still worked. they were forced to interact, even if it was just “jason, will you pass me the syrup?” plus, no one thinks well on an empty stomach. the warmth of pancakes will fix even the worst of mindsets - the ones that only want to fight with the people they’ve been stuck with for months.

-> sleeping cuddled together is a common occurrence on the argo ii. sometimes it just gets lonely spending everyday up in the sky or down on the ground facing more monsters. it becomes monotonous. feeling the warmth provided by huddling together with another member (or members) of the argo ii will provid you some comfort at the very least. you aren’t alone. coach won’t like it. “doors open!” but no one can help it, especially given that almost everyone was dating someone else on the ship.

-> movie nights <3 ———— there would be so much arguing over what movie to watch, especially when hazel’s from a different time entirely and jason had his memory wiped. annabeth, after nearly flipping her lid when leo dared to comment on one of greta gerwig’s films, drew up a week-long calendar of who could pick a movie for each day. having a month-long calendar seemed both to be wishful thinking they would be around that long, and incredibly sad to imagine they’d still be stuck on this ship for another month.

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beybuniki · 2 months

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happy yaoi friday to 19yo bakugo for having his sexuality crisis & to deku for helping out

might add some more thoughts tmrw but this was fun i think young adult bakugo would have some things to sort out help

#the kiss doesnt rlly help him figure out his sexuality because deku isnt rlly a good metric #he needs to kiss someone hes neutral towards omg monoma what are you doing here!!!!!!!!!!#this was very fun to draw #bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #bakudeku yaoi implied weve made it yall #congrats to the haters and lovers this is for everyone who thinks bakugo would sweat a lot during his first kiss with someone #bakugo is so weird about it but deku is so kind he doesnt judge and makes him feel better about his chapped lips awwwww #this is about deku being a good guy tbh he is soc ute

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softd0m-charlie · 1 month

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i see a lot of posts about letting your autistic partner ramble about something while you touch them/give them head/fuck them/whatever, and i approve of that, definitely. 10/10.

but i would like to propose: autistic dom who infodumps to you while they're making you feel good and makes you pay attention to what they're saying the whole time. they're touching you in all the right places, going at just the right rhythm with just the right amount of pressure and it's driving you fucking crazy, all while they're rambling casually about whatever their current interest is like nothing's even happening.

every time you say something small to acknowledge what they're saying, like "mhm", "right", "yeah," or something like that, their movements get a little more intense as a reward for paying attention. but if you get lost in the pleasure and forget to engage with what they're telling you for too long, they go "sorry, are you not listening anymore? alright, i guess I'll stop then." and you have to beg for it if you want them to keep going.

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moonsporemoth · 7 months

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shout out to all the ace peeps who fluctuate between sex ok or positive to sex negative randomly and are tired of hearing "But you were okay with it yesterday!"

Also, shout out to my fellow autistics who fluctuate between touch-starved and touch-aversion and have to hear the same thing if we say something.

#lgbtq #aroace #actually autism #autism #neurodivergent #autistic #asd #neurodiversity #touchstarved #touch aversion #sexuality #sex negativity #sex positive #sex neutral

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despazito · 11 months

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I don't want to start world war 3 but I believe there is a difference between disinterest or sex repulsion in the context of yourself having sex and getting so repulsed by physical intimacy to the point you get emotionally triggered and don't want it even mentioned in your presence. I think you should talk to a therapist if you get such intense emotions around sex or think parents having sex while their kids are in the house is sex addict behavior.

I'm saying this with compassion as someone who spent their teen years convinced I hated the idea of dating and relationships but it turned out I just had a lot of attachment issues and a phobia of physical intimacy that I had to work through over several years.

To be clear I'm not implying there's such a thing as "fake" asexuals or ace people are just eggs that need to be cracked. Just like any sexuality label there's a chance your future self may not feel like it fits you anymore, but if you feel ace in the current moment then yes you are currently ace end of story!

This isn't a post saying if you don't like sex then you need therapy to change your mind, this is me saying if you're an adult and the topic of physical intimacy really riles you up or seeing a sex scene in a movie throws you off emotionally for the rest of the day please consider talking to someone! You deserve peace of mind and to feel safe in your day to day life

#and if youre 15 dont assume your sexuality is set in stone #you arent betraying anyone by identifying as something else in the future and anyone who tries to guilt you over that can fuck off #same with lesbians who discover they are attracted to men sometimes thats a completely neutral statement #its not 'bad'

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eats-a-berry · 10 months

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#clone high #this is the shittiest thing ive ever drawn but i need to explain my vision #ALSO just in case making topher say this is like. completely neutral. ot just happens to be a discoudse topic #i have my own opinion but we arent going to fight about it #i jsut think this whenever i see people draw him with that flag LOLL #actually hang on i just reLzied its usually gender and sexuality alliance now #topher would be on top of that

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aroacewolfic · 1 month

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i really wanna write a book with an asexual character who still participates in sexual actions like once a month as way to release steam but still doesn't have an actual interest in sex and also believes themselves to be asexual just to see the controversy it causes.

#aroace #ace #asexual #acespec #controversy #sexually ambiguous #is that last ag right #i aint researching it #choatic neutral is showing through rn

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lady-phasma · 2 years

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The Eve of Battle

As Aemond readies himself to go to war you have a quiet moment with him, preparing his hair for battle.

Aemond x gender neutral!reader

Fluff and hair braiding. Soft Aemond with feelings and he talks about them! What? I know right! General audiences. 1k words

You sat behind him on on the high bed. You could only have full access to his hair like this, him on a stool, his long legs stretched out toward the wall, crossed at the ankles. You passed the comb through his hair a few times to pave the way for your fingers.

At first neither of you spoke as he settled his bare shoulders between your thighs, one hand resting lightly on your shin. His other hand fidgeted by his side. He exhaled as your fingers gathered the stray hairs from his forehead. Your fingers grazed over his scar. He stiffened momentarily then relaxed back against your legs.

You parted his hair horizontally from ear to ear. His silky hair flowed around your fingers. You separated the locks for the plait. As you smoothed it against his head you started the braid just a bit lower on the crown of his head than most Targaryen braids. The band for his eye patch had to be flush against his head until he took it off.

When your fingers began their first strokes of the braid, this part tighter than the rest, you murmured a question to him. You knew each other well enough by now that he understood he didn’t have to answer you when your questions were too intimate. And you didn’t take offense. He would answer very rarely at the time and a few times he had answered many days later letting his mind turn his answer over and over.

“Will you come back to me?” you whispered as your finger slid behind his ear passing the locks to your other hand.

“Mmmm.” It wasn’t an answer, he was thinking. His fingers on your leg tightened. You focused on the style of the traditional braiding while he thought. You placed a small leather cord in your lips and separated the very top portion of his hair. You gently tied the leather cord at the base. You let it fall to the side over the back of your hand. The silver shone in the candlelight. The next part of the braid began just underneath. You selected three pieces and smoothed them apart. Before you began you placed another cord between your lips.

Aemond made a small noise, almost a sigh.

“Yes,” he spoke quietly. “When I pray to the Warrior and the Stranger that is one of my prayers.”

Your hands stilled at this reply. Not because you were surprised at the answer but that he answered at all. That was when you understood how truly afraid he was. You pressed your legs tighter against his sides. He moved his arm to rest on your knee, accommodating your closeness. You hummed acknowledgment but dared not speak. You resumed your braiding.

“I hope they are kind but their wisdom far exceeds mine, my love. They will not do what we ask solely because we ask it.” You let your fingers brush over the soft skin behind his ear as the braid moved between your hands. You let them linger only long enough to let him know you were listening. You slowed your ministrations to draw out your time together.

Aemond took a breath and shifted on the stool. He was careful to not move his head. He uncrossed his legs, switching them, and crossing his ankles again. His other hand smoothed his pants on his thigh. You watched as his arm relaxed onto your knee but the fingers of that hand moved across his thumb in an absent, nervous way. You took the cord from your mouth with a free hand.

“When I pray it is for the realm and peace but also to have that peace come swiftly so you return to King’s Landing,” you responded. The braid was becoming smaller as you neared the end. “I wish I could pray for you to never leave. The Crone guides me, gives me hope that wisdom will prevail for those who make the decisions to go to war,” your voice became quieter. “And she gives me hope that you are able to persevere in spite of your fear.” At these words he did sigh.

You leaned back slightly to make room for the length of his braid between you. Instinctively, for balance, you rested your foot against his thigh. Aemond surprised you by sliding the hand from his thigh along your foot to your calf and guided your leg to curl around him. It was awkward at first but when you finished checking that the braid was straight and sat straight once more it felt like your leg was made to fit against him.

You wrapped the leather cord around the small end of the braid a number of times before tying it off. You ran your fingers through the loose hair under the braid, smoothing it over his neck and shoulders. As your fingertips grazed his neck he grabbed your leg and pulled it close as he had done with the other.

Your eyes widened at this uncharacteristic action but enjoyed it immensely. With both hands you gathered the loose hair to the back of his neck, hands now purposefully touching his naked shoulders. Then you straighten the braid in the center, checking your work for stray strands. Lastly, you removed the cord from the separate piece gathered from above his ears. You smoothed it again, centered it above his plait, and tied it again, lower to over the beginning of the braiding.

“Were I to pray now, I would pray that I not leave you even for a moment,” he whispered. His hands smoothed over your shins as he spoke.

You laid the hair down over the braid and smoothed the finished work from his forehead to his back. You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head. Your chest pressed against his back. When you relaxed back he let himself sink against you. Careful not to disturb your hard work you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and brushed your cheek against his. You briefly kissed his scar then rested your cheeks together.

I have another Aemond x gn!reader short fic here

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hybbat · 5 months

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Wish the site would learn how to compliment someone other ways other than calling them attractive or sexy or say theyre kissing them with tongue or pretending to be hot and bothered or declaring their love

#apparently peoples problem with catcalling was that it wasnt gender neutral enough and not the unprompted sexualization #aspec #aroace #allonormativity

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herrshepard · 6 months

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#it do be like that...........#Zevran #Zevran Arainai #God is it refreshing to see an actual honest-to-god kinky character in games #AND that it's a male character but also that his sexuality is handled in a very... neutral way?#mine

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neonhog · 6 days

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the fnv brotherhood of steel being such an intense parallel to being stuck with an abusive conservative family explored largely through a lesbian character whose constantly making excuses for them gighhrggurughh

#censoring so stuff doesnt appear in tags to specify #but the elders have a very specific type of control over the rest of the bunker thats very reminiscent of #the amount of power parents have over their children or fathers have over their general families #where they could be harming you and the people around you terribly #but despite #you have to remain neutral and calm and kind towards them to not risk being #the person who yelled at your beloved parent #and how elijah was able to #take on the role of veronicas father #simply because he chose too and then was able to isolate veronica from her lover likely using the bunkers homophobia #is actually a very terrifying thought #because he held the power to do this because he simply claimed ownership over a young girl as her father #and how veronica is often spoken about with exasperation #which is probably warranted in a way because all of these people are stuck with each-other and see each-other at the worse #they have very little privacy and if you look at the bunkers they all sleep in you can see that they likely have no opportunity to privatel #explore their sexuality in any way #which is especially terrible in an environment where homophobia can be weaponized on a whim #and the casual mentions of inc-st being necessary to keep the bunker running and how their x-nophobia is leading to this inc-st-ous abuse #is especially disturbing when you consider how easy veronica was isolated by an older man in the brotherhood #even if it wasn't for those intentions #it always could be with someone else #veronica santangelo

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thedemonsurfer · 10 months

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-taps mic-

Asexual does not mean sex repulsed

Aromantic does not mean romance repulsed

How you feel about sex and romance are not always related to your orientation, nor do they invalidate them. Allosexual people can be sex repulsed. Alloromantic people can be romance repulsed.

Just, y’know. remember that. People are big and complicated and we all gotta deal with each other.

#sexuality #queer #LGBTQ+#asexual #aromantic #just because something seems contradictory doesn't mean it's wrong #and you dont have to understand it personally #im not sure what the proper 'in favor' term would be #because sex positive means something a little different #you can be repulsed or avoidant or neutral #at different times in different relationships even

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lookninjas · 10 months

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The whole fucking "JUST LET KIDS BE KIDS WAAHHH THEY'RE NOT TRANS THEY'RE NOT GAY THEY'RE JUST KIDS WAAAHH" argument fucking kills me, because it's like -- At no point in my childhood was I treated like a genderless being with no expectations about who I was meant to be attracted to. I was always, always, treated as GIRL. I was always, always told to behave in ways that were socialized GIRL. I was always, always told that GIRL meant attraction to BOY with everything that goes with it. When was I allowed to be just a kid, and not a GIRL? When was I allowed to be not attracted to anything, instead of being told I had to feel attraction to BOY? There was no "Oh, you're a kid, don't worry about it." I was a GIRL. I was supposed to be attracted to BOY. Every adult around me put that shit on me. Adults at a distance put that shit on me. The entirety of our culture put that shit on me.

You don't want kids to not be thinking about their gender. You don't want kids to not be thinking about their sexuality. You don't.

YOU WANT KIDS TO NOT THINK THEY HAVE A SAY IN ANY OF IT. That's what the fuck you want.

It's been a minute since I've said it, but genuinely, if you are transphobic for any bullshit reason, whether you're a proud Christian Misogynist or someone who's really invested in pretending that your gender essentialism is feminist somehow because reasons, don't fucking talk to me. You and I have nothing to say to one another that will not end badly. And I mean that specifically it will end badly for you

#gender issues #sexuality #seriously and i'm at least bisexual and mostly female (albeit with androgynous leanings)#like 'put on a skirt!' 'is that your boyfriend?' is not fucking neutral #none of this is neutral #even 'just because you're a girl doesn't mean you can't be good at things' isn't neutral #i would've loved neutral! i didn't fucking get it #don't you dare tell me that assuming i'm a pink-loving boy-loving frilly thing was neutral #it fucking was not #okay i'm done

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alexcutecolly · 6 months

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A Game of Fear and Shrinking: Rewritten

Hello everyone! As promised, here's another, improved take on my first vore story from 2017!

I'd like to thank my awesome sweetheart @bluepriestess for betareading, providing great support and suggesting wonderful ideas for the characters! She's the best bestie! 💕

Although the vore scene described is non-sexual and there's no explicit content in the story, it is best suited for 17+ readers, as it contains themes for a more mature audience. Still, please don't reblog it on exclusively-NSFW/kink blogs. Actually, DNI if you host these kinds of blogs.

Reader is gender neutral in the story.

I hope you enjoy my fic everyone!

CW: unwilling vore, unwilling prey, sadistic/cruel pred, weakened/poisoned prey, fearplay.

Words: 1,435

Ao3 version

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Thump thump. Thump thump.

This is the only noise you're able to hear right now. Your own heartbeat. It bumps so hard in your chest that it’s like it wants to break free and flee far, far away.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Your head hurts, you can barely focus on what’s happening. The only thing you know is that you're running away from someone dangerous. And that someone is chasing you in this very moment, you can feel it in your veins. Your adreline levels are off the charts.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

A sudden headache blinds your sight for a second, forcing you to stop and take some deep breaths.

W-what is happening? He must not reach me, or else-

And that's when you hear it. A dark chuckle erupts from behind you, slowly approaching your weakening body.

"Oooh, what do we have here~? Looks like my delightful snack has escaped. What a shame" the voice says, getting closer. Footsteps reverbate as he gets closer, thumping in the silent void between the two of you. Your eyes don't want to meet his, the latter fixated on you with a familiar hunger.

'You're not a meal to him and you will never be', you’ve kept saying to yourself for the last few days. What he did to you is beyond anyone’s mind, even trying to talk about it with someone is difficult. It hurts. And it doesn’t help that your energies are quickly abandoning you, for some reason.

"Why did you stop running, darling~? Is the poison starting to take effect your cute, scrumptious body~?" he asks, grinning as he keeps walking towards you. You start to feel limp, barely able to stand.

“W-what’s this?? Why would you do this???” is all you can blurt out in panic. He just chuckles in response.

“Excuse me~ I couldn't wait to eat ya so I decided to add something different to your last meal~ You just look too damn delicious when you sleep" he continues, now only some feet away from you.

You try to scream, but nothing but whimpers and sobs come out of your mouth. He snickers again at your pitiful attempt to cry out.

"Awwww!~ You seem in trouble~ How fortunate of me to pop here just to help you out!~~", his voice echoing in the abandoned factory as he takes some more steps forwards.

Curse you, sicko! You and you sickening humor, you think, gritting your teeth in an attempt not to lose focus.

The mad man is now before you, breathing just some inches away from your face. With a smirk, he then proceeds to firmly pin you against the closest wall, giving you a lick on your trembling cheek. "Now now, let's have some fun, shall we~?"

Your eyes immediately open wide as you realize his intensions and begin to struggle more, your efforts useless against his strength. Oh, if only you could smack his face! But he has the upper hand right now, and he seems to quite enjoy your squirming.

"Oh~ We didn’t even get started and you’re already fighting back! It’ll please us both, don’t worry” he says, chuckling as he then pulls out his usual small remote control.

Thump thump. Thump thump.

Nononono!

Before you could even shriek he presses the button, breaking the silence with a deep chuckle. Suddenly a known stinging pain bursts behind your left ear and hastily spreads everywhere, from head to toe. You only have the time to close your eyes and hiss in pain.

When you open them again everything around is huge now compared to you, just like him.

To your purest disgust you look up, realizing he’s staring in awe at your shrunken figure, currently the size of a pinky finger. And as if things couldn’t get worse, your limbs feel numb and you can’t move any longer. The poison must have taken full control now.

N-not again! Please, I don’t want to!

"Aw, you look so cute I could just eat you up~” he taunts, easily grabbing you in his fist, admiring you like a child with a brand new toy. You’ve never liked that glare, you can’t bear it. Though despite your weak state, you finally managed to spit something out.

“You jerk, I’ve heard you say that so often I know you’re actually gonna do it” you snarl, making your best try at squirming away at that same moment.

He stares at you puzzled, raising an eyebrow. But that confusion disappears as soon as he starts to cackle, taking away your unique occasion of satisfaction against him.

“Someone’s being funny here~ But time’s running out, gotta hurry y’know?” he says, approaching you to his lips before you could even blink.

That’s where the nightmare begins. Snapping his teeth before you, breathing on your face or licking it are his favourite ways to send shivers down your spine, your struggles the best part of the show. It’s always just a game to him anyway, so why shouldn’t he have his own fun?

Weirdly enough he already gets tired of it, so without warning he swiftly opens his mouth and tosses you inside, shutting it immediately afterwards.

He did it on purpose, the bastard.

All the light has disappeared now and you can feel something spongy, slimy and warm under you. It can be only one thing. Some drips of saliva fall on your already moist face and you suddenly find yourself pinned against the roof of his mouth.

So fucking gross…

He doesn’t even spare some sucking, as you get moved around to taste every inch of your body. Luckily your clothes have shrunk with you... Hell seems the best place to you when he slowly tilts his head back, causing you to inevitably slide towards the back of his mouth, without the time to react and fight back.

Oh no-

GULP~

It all happens so fast. Your limp body being pushed in his tight throat. His faint groans, his fingers caressing a familiar bulge in the neck. The peristalsis pulling you deeper into him, the beating of his heart and the calm breathing.

You just decide to close your eyes once again, letting the esophagus drop you in your churning prison. Inside, it’s almost pitch black. A small pond of acids and a cacophony of gurgles welcome you, with a loud rumble that makes the whole chamber vibrate.

Urp~

Wonderful.

"Hehe, pardon me pet. You really are such an unique delicacy~~ this is why no one else must have you." he says, wiping some drool away from his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Mmmmm~ in fact, you do belong in my gut, stewing away from everything and everyone else~~ I doubt anyone else would be able to enjoy this as much as I am now~~”

You feel his hand rubbing his belly from outside, giving it a couple of pats too. If it's either a way to comfort you or to simply express his smugness, you can't say.

Definitely more of the latter, though.

...

Thankfully he made you indigestible, when he brought you here who knows how long ago. A simple injection, and now he can eat you as many times as he pleases. No lack of oxygen whatsoever, and the stomach acids barely run down your skin and clothes just like water.

He wouldn't want to hurt you in that kind of way, to be fair; he's been at least a little considerate in that regard. So despite everything, you're actually glad he's removed the painful parts of being inside someone else's belly.

The walls around you continue to churn away at your now tiny figure. Pushing them away proves to be of little to no effect to him, and the surroundings merely slosh loudly all around you.

"Since it’s all being settled, let's go back to the lab now, I'll let you out there" he exclaims, the stomach around you shaking a little as he starts heading back to his secret hideout.

"However, because of this futile stunt of yours, you're going to stay inside for as long as I see fit~ which could be hours, or a couple of days, maybe a whole week as well! We have aaaall the time in the world after all, don't we?". He snickers, his booming steps neverending.

With the remaining energy, you manage to lay down against one of the fleshy walls, your arms bringing your knees close to your chest in an attempt to curl up.

He won again.

...

You let out a sigh in defeat.

He always wins.

#here it is #in all its glory #safe vore #non-fatal vore #g/t vore #cruel pred #unwilling prey #v0re #shrinking #fearplay #non-sexual vore #gender neutral reader

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