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Noooo you made me root for the husband😭
To be fair, darling probably is too... don't worry, though, he's smart. Uses a knife already inside your own house, messes the interior up and takes some stuff to make it look like a robbery gone wrong, pawns the stuff off the same day, parks your car somewhere far off and walks back home... you start to realize that he put more effort into this than his entire academic career...
He's a very sensitive boy though, so he really doesn't like it if you ever mention the guy from there on out. You're supposed to only care about him now. You wouldn't be so mean as to bring him up again when you know how upset it would make him, would you....? Unless of course it's positive and when he prompts you to, reassuring him that he's so much better than your dumb (ex) husband in every way and that he fucks you better and that you love him more :)
#thank you for this and whoever sent the teacher ask#i missed teacher!reader so much you dont even know she's one of my favorite inserts
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Yan childe x teacher reader BUT the reader has a lover OMG I CAN'T-
//cucking + filming noncon, age gap, Ajax is an awful little bastard as usual
(also here's the original Delinquent!Childe x Teacher!Reader post, and the second sequel post)
Oh anon. Anon. I love this, but consider: take it a step further.
The poor boy finding out that his precious teacher he’s been fantasizing about fucking silly is MARRIED.
Typing away on her keyboard when his eyes drift and he stiffens up when he sees the ring he never noticed before. The pain. The horror. Devastated.
He’s never even met the guy, and yet he hates him so much. It’s not fair that he got to you first, just because he was born earlier than he was!
He’s probably not good enough for you. Some old guy who can’t rail you with the vigor and intensity that a young guy like himself can, probably can’t keep up with your drive either. You must be so frustrated and unsatisfied.
Now it feels so awful on his tongue to call you what he normally does. Miss _____, he says, and it feels like he’s spewing poison from his mouth, knowing it’s some other man’s name practically forced on you by dumb traditions and social standards (not that he wouldn’t do the same, but that’s different). It makes his chest hurt to hear it, the name feels like a constant reminder that some other man basically has laid claim to you, that the name marks you as belonging to someone who isn’t him.
He does some digging, finds everything he can on the guy, any online profiles or social accounts. Ugh. You deserve better. If it were him, he would just support you himself, you wouldn’t have to slave away doing paperwork all the time.
Even worse is the fact that the guy has a nice job — you know, the kind you need some higher degrees for, which he definitely won’t get seeing as his behavioral record is pretty much guaranteed to keep him out of any credible institution… still, you don’t need that much money to get by. Sure, he’ll never make that much (without getting into crime, at least, which isn’t an impossibility…), but still, he’s better for you.
It’s so much worse, though, when he stalks your accounts, sees pictures of the two of you together. Makes him feel sick to his stomach, you look happy and he doesn’t like that. He ends up having to close the window, unable to handle any further emotional damage.
He starts to pry, little by little. Can’t be too blatant, but he slips in a question every now and then — how you met, what you two do for fun, so on and so on. It makes him stomach churn to hear you talk about him, but he can’t refrain from continuing to ask, practically a compulsive urge.
God forbid you express any sort of discontentment. Even the slightest frustrated sigh, passive-aggressive comment in regards to the man, and so on, he perks up and zeros in. Oh, so you are unhappy. Typical unsatisfied wife that’s getting pent up from unmet needs and all that.
He’s very attentive to those complaints, the things you mutter under your breath and the implications of it all. He works too long and is never home (terrible, he would never leave you so lonely), he’s never helpful around the home (which wouldn’t be so much of an issue if you were home all the time and didn’t have work responsibilities), he suspiciously disappears sometimes for “work trips” or unexplained entirely (unforgiveable, your suspicions are well-founded, he’s definitely cheating and you shouldn’t forgive it).
Sometimes you sigh and shake your head — ah, sorry, I shouldn’t trouble someone your age with all this… but he assures you it’s fine… also he’s searched a list of local divorce attorneys, you know, if you consider that, which you should.
He’s not the best at being subtle or exercising restraint, so he can’t help but actually mention it out loud — life is short, better to divorce than stay in a miserable relationship! But you sigh and say it’s not that serious. He holds out on the hope that there’s an unspoken “yet” at the end of that, that eventually you’ll get fed up.
But you don’t. You keep tolerating it. It’s somewhat understandable, since divorces are difficult and messy, and you would need somewhere to stay and all that.
But getting one’s own place isn’t that hard. He would know, now — he’s actually been picking up odd jobs recently, all to get his own place. Hard to balance that with schoolwork, but he manages (and he’s in the absolute bottom-tier difficulty for courses anyway, with very little actual homework, and it’s not like he’s prepping for college like a lot of his peers). You’re very pleased with it, say you’re proud of him for being so dedicated and responsible, completely unaware that he only really has one intention for doing it all anyway.
He was planning to take that part slowly, ease his way there, but you push the limits of how much he can tolerate when he’s forced to meet the guy face-to-face. He’s just sitting there as per usual in your after-school sessions, talking a mile a minute as per usual, having a good day, completely unprepared for the psychological gut-punch he’s forced to experience when that same face he saw online comes walking right into your classroom. The sacred space that’s supposed to be just for you and him.
His soul is crushed when you get up to greet the guy all happily, practically ignoring him for several extended seconds before you gesture over to where he’s sitting and introduce each other — with himself as the student I’ve been tutoring, you know the one. The man nods, casts a single uncaring glance his direction.
Right. She mentioned you before.
The hell does that mean. He keeps the smile plastered to his face, but it’s twitchy. What did you say? Was it bad? No, you wouldn’t say anything bad about him… except maybe certain factual statements like the whole behavioral record thing, but he can accept that that’s his own fault.
Still, he doesn’t like the way the guy looks at him. A vague condescending, disdainful glance. Makes him curl his hands into fists and clench his jaw. If it weren’t for the whole “impulse management” thing you’ve been hammering into his head for months now, he might have outright attacked the guy.
It’s practically torture to sit there. You say something about how you’re going out for your anniversary, so he came to pick you up. Awful. Like you might as well have stabbed him. Not to mention it’s cutting into what’s supposed to be his time with you, and now he has to leave early.
So he’s forced to walk to the front doors with you both, listening to you talk all happily about where you’re going, while he’s forced to continue to pretend to be perfectly fine with it. Ugh.
You bid him goodbye, and he smiles and waves and walks the opposite way… and the moment you’re out of sight, he’s scowling and grinding his teeth and kicking rocks on the road all the way home, sulking like a petulant kid, imagining all the horrible ways he hopes your date goes terribly wrong.
It makes him seethe all night long, laying in bed, staring up at the ceiling, nausea ruining any chance he had of sleeping. He can’t even go sulk around his parents with the hope of getting attention like he used to do when he was mad, now that he lives in this little apartment by himself.
How is he supposed to live under these conditions, no attention available on demand. You don’t even text him to see if he got home safe like you do sometimes. Probably too busy doing whatever with your husband who’s more important than he is. Hmph. His mind briefly flickers to wondering what you’re doing now that it’s later in the night, but the obvious realization only makes him feel ten times more sick. He doesn’t get any rest.
And the longer the night goes on, the more irritated he starts to feel, the misery and hurt begins to turn to bitterness and anger. He starts to feel like you probably know — no, you definitely do. And yet, you willingly tortured him like that. You've been so nice to him, giving him all that attention and affection, knowing you won't ever give him what he really wants and being totally fine with causing him so much pain. He's hurt, and more importantly, mad.
But he can't hate you… your husband, however, is a different story.
That guy kept his arm around your waist walking outside, rubbing it in his face like that. He’s certain that your husband must realize that he loves you (way more than said husband does, for the record), but that look of disdain — he doesn’t even see him as a threat, does he. Thinks that he’s not even proper competition. That much is painful. Bothersome. Annoying. Rage-inducing.
Well, he’s wrong.
That’s the thought that pushes him over the edge. He’s already had the idea in his head for a long time, he just kept bailing out every time he gathered the gall to go through with it, much to his own shame.
But clearly, continuing to be passive is not going to get him anywhere. Come to think of it, a few months ago, he would never have hesitated to go through with whatever impulse struck him, no matter how violent. It’s not like he hasn’t been expelled or arrested before.
He appreciates the time he’s spent with you, but he’s starting to think that all those little speeches about “self-control” and “thinking before you act” and all that have only really just made him docile and tame. How embarrassing.
A man should just take what he wants, right? Anything less is practically a blow to his pride.
He’s still not the brightest when it comes to formulating plans, but his rather straightforward plan ends up working. You actually agree to swing by when he says he has something to give you, something too big to carry to school himself, so he needs you to come pick it up with your car and all that. You must really trust him. Or you’re just naive, maybe, but he likes to think you trust him, however unwise that may be.
He worries that you might back out, but you show right up to his door. The motions from there are mechanical, putting his brain on a sort of autopilot mode in which he just goes through with it, without thinking too much, lest he hesitate, until you’re secured.
Grabbing you by the shoulder and jerking you inside, hand over your mouth, other arm around your waist and picking you up. It's a short distance to the bed (well, mattress on the floor), since it's just a studio apartment and all.
You being so weak makes it so much easier. He can technically tell you're struggling, but it barely feels like resistance, just weak squirming and thrashing that doesn't even loosen his grip in the slightest. You make cute little noises of surprise and confusion and fear, muffled by his hand over your mouth.
Sadly, he can't afford to have you attracting attention from the neighbors, so he's forced to keep you gagged, pulling your shirt over your head (to which your whimpers turn to full-fledged sounds of panic), and — after the brief moment where he has to detach his hand from your mouth, hearing you stammer out a wait, wait— balls it up and stuffs it into your mouth, quickly grabbing the duct tape (he, feeling very proud of himself for such clever forethought, thought to go ahead and tear some long strips off and stick the ends to the wall ahead of time), and placing it over your mouth, flipping you over onto your stomach.
You're so cute. You make the cutest little noises, your eyes get all teary, you squirm and whimper and try to pull yourself away, but he's got your wrists pinned behind your back with one hand, the other pulling your hips back. The cutest part by far has to be when you feel him jerk your skirt up, his cock pressing against your flesh and pushing inside of you, your squeals get louder and higher pitched and you struggle so hard, to no avail.
So mean, though, to pretend like you didn't see it coming. You know what you did. You led him on on purpose. Knowing full well the sort of things he's done to other people — beating his peers black and blue on impulsive whims, getting into fights because he felt like it, stealing stuff and vandalizing stuff and all those other things he knows you know he did, since it's all on his records… you willingly came all by yourself, in private, with someone like that, who you know full well is so much stronger than you are—
What did you fucking expect?
Up until then, the stream of words from his mouth are all amused and teasing and sadistic, but in those words, and the sharp jerking thrust accompanying them, you hear that underlying anger breaking through. You really hurt him, you know, by being married. He loves you so much, and you had to go and do that to me, he says, as if it was a retroactive choice, as if you should have predicted his presence in your life years in advance, as if you willfully did it to spite him years before you knew he existed.
Is it irrational? Sure… but it isn't going to change that he feels that way, and he’s mad and you can't do anything about it anyway, so he's going to keep blaming you for what you did wrong.
He keeps muttering about how stupid you are — for coming here so naively, for choosing your dumb fucking husband over him when he's so much better and loves you so much more, for all the little things you did to lure him in and make him want you so badly, for being so nice to him and having a body you should have known would make him want this so badly.
It's all your fault.
The words get more and more muffled and slurred as the movements get faster, harsher, you squeal with each thrust that makes the springs creak and the whole mattress itself move back and forth against the floor. He points out that you're leaking all over him, fluid drooling out of your hole and spilling onto his hips and thighs, satisfied by the shameful little whimper you make and the way you hang your head. You must not get fucked good enough at home, huh.
And then, he starts to slow down. There's a pause. You see him reach over, to where he tossed a few things that were on you when you came in onto the floor. Fishes something out of your purse.
You made a confused, panicked little sound when you notice he's holding your phone. Easily unlocked, whatever method you use — he holds it up to your face or forces your thumb to press against it, or, most alarmingly, even if it's protected by password or pattern, he enters it with a single try. Shouldn't have opened your phone around him so much, of course he would pay attention to that.
You're flipped onto your back, reeling from the sudden harsh movement, grunting and squirming when your bra is pulled up to your collarbones and your skirt pulled up even further, exposing your body completely before shoving back inside of you, and oh, what a euphoric sound you make — and this time, you visibly clench down on him when he does. Perfectly timed, too.
Your stomach clenches in dread and panic as you see your phone’s front side facing you.
Smile.
You cry out louder than ever before, struggle so hard, so good. His hand latches onto your throat and squeezes hard, and your hands, now no longer in his grasp, reach up to claw at them, all entirely futile. The sound of skin slapping skin reverberates around the room, and you see him tilt the camera downward, ensuring he captures the sight of his cock pounding into you, stretching you apart, all the slick fluid now coating everything from your thighs to his hips, and the sweet, precious sounds you make for him.
He wonders if anyone has ever made you react like this before. If your husband is going to be torn apart by the realization that he's made you feel better than he ever has, that he's better and bigger than him. The sheer fear on your face would suggest that. The thought feels euphoric.
He re-angles himself, leaning forward a bit, ensuring his body presses against your clit — you start to tense up, push back, your heels dig into the mattress and your body writhes with greater force than ever before. Your eyes squeeze shut and you shake your head but he doesn't stop, and you hate yourself so much in the moment for the sensations your body feels, the guilt and despair overwhelm you, you feel a cold chill in your gut — but you finally spasm and shudder on his cock all the same, clearly trying so hard to minimize it and hold back the sounds and movements, but the involuntary shudders and soft little cries are unmistakable all the same.
Normally, he would want to stay inside you longer — but there will be plenty of chance for that later. This time, the prospect of pulling out and capturing it is too tempting, and God, is it satisfying when he does. The squelching sound, the way his cum starts to drool out of you onto the mattress, the way your hole twitches from the sudden absence, slightly agape from the intrusion. It's so, so perfect, better than he could have even imagined.
You rip the tape off your mouth, gagging and coughing from the strain on your throat, and the overwhelming sensation leaves you in a dazed stupor for a few moments… your head slowly drags over to him, and an ice-cold spike of fear strikes through your heart when you see that he's still on your phone.
Slight movement from you as you try to push yourself upright takes his attention away from it, eyes flickering over to you.
Ah, right.
You make a scared little sound and pull your hands close to your chest (very cute!) as he looms over you again, but you're helpless to do anything as he puts the phone down to flip you over again, this time taping your wrists behind your back, adding a new layer over your mouth, and finally one on your ankles. Your struggles barely faze him.
You see him zip his pants back up and pull his shirt back on, standing and making his way over to the door, shuffling his shoes back on before grabbing your car keys.
I'll bring these back. Your place is only five minutes away if I drive, you know. I won’t get into any wrecks this time.
It occurs to you that you've never told him where you live, but it's the least of your concerns then and there. Your heart sinks to your stomach as he takes your phone again, grinning as he types and, after a pause, makes one distinct, final tap that you know can only be hitting 'send.'
His head turns over to you, that same dopey, carefree smile on his face as always, that now seems so much more sinister than before.
Don't worry. He won't have enough time to call the cops.
Your muffled words don't stop him. You writhe pathetically on the ground as the door opens and closes before you, listening in dread and despair as his footsteps slowly fade away.
#lord forgive me but this is the GOOD stuff#like taking reader from her lover/husband/bf by force... hnnnnng
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I'm not looking to start shit so I'm not linking it or anything, but you may have seen a recent anti-dark-content post circulating with a lot of notes making rounds in the x reader sphere and while I have nothing against people posting their feelings in their own private spaces, every time I see these kinds of posts there's a lot of misinformation that gets regurgitated in the reblogs/replies and I saw what looked like a battlezone in the replies, so.
I know posts like that can be very jarring and affects people like my readers, so to combat misinformation/shaming for anyone who saw it, I'm going to share some of my information on combatting fandom puritanism/misogyny/kinkshaming in its most common forms.
The most important fact, if you read nothing else, is this:
Most women have rape fantasies.
62% to be exact. I think the most pervasive myth on this content is that consumers are "weird" for it, when the numbers don't indicate that. You're in the majority!
The vast majority of people who have rape fantasies do not put them into practice in real life. A variety of factors can determine whether or not they do, particularly specific psychiatric disorders. (X)
To specifically address common harmful and pervasive myths:
the "go to therapy!" line
Generally any academic or professional resource will immediately tell you that consuming and engaging in "dark" fantasies is accepted and encouraged by mainstream psychiatry and part of the professional education for psychiatrists. (This also used to be pretty well-known until like the last 5 years or so, not sure why that changed.)
Here are some particularly insightful resources:
1) This article by Dr. David Wahl, in my opinion, hands-down does the best job of simply and thoroughly explaining why these fantasies occur and why couples practice CNC, as well as the fact that they are both harmless, psychologically beneficial to those with them, and not at all correlated to real-life rape.
2) Dr. Claudia Six has some of the best and most thorough material out there on the subject, specifically explaining why this is taught in mainstream academia psychology and how it is incredibly helpful to rape victims (X).
3) Lisa Diamond is a professional who focuses on this subject a lot, and was featured in the documentary "The Dilemma of Desire," in which she specifically focuses on how these fantasies are not correlated to real-life desires. (X)
4) Dr. Casey Lyle has specifically talked a lot on his socials about how fantasies, even in men/the perspective of the offender, do not correlate to actual risk of offending.
5) This article is not by a professional, but from the perspective of a survivor discussing how it is beneficial to survivors.
the "why would you want that?" line
The idea that fictional tastes = what you want to happen to you in real life is actually of misogynistic origin. I don't want to seek out or add links on this one, but if you're really curious, you can research about how the idea that "women read rape fiction, that means they secretly want rape!" was originally a classic "red pill"/MGTOW/4chan talking point that made its way into mainstream dialogue and thus the public mind in the last 15 years or so due to the incel epidemic popularizing those communities.
the "it's only valid for survivors then!" line
On one hand, yes it's very important to acknowledge that trauma victims use it to cope, however I feel that over-emphasizing that gives the impression that non-victims should be excluded from consumption of dark content, so to clarify, it's a very valid means for all women. Many women who have not personally experienced rape still fantasize about it, and that's fine.
The full explanation as to why this is true for many of them would be lengthy (and addressed in the aforementioned Dilemma of Desire documentary), but in the simplest terms, nonconsensual sex is the only context in which patriarchal society permits women to have sex at all without feeling guilt. For many women, particularly those in more heavily misogynistic or religious cultures, these fantasies are appealing because the idea of consensual sex may give them feelings of shame, guilt, "sin," etc. These fantasies allow them to experience the feeling of being desired without guilt of participation.
No society on earth is free of the psychological grip that cultural misogyny has on women, and shaming women for adapting to the conditions they are forced to exist under is as harmful as the misogyny that causes it itself.
ALL women experience a form of psychological trauma inherent to female childhood and female adolescence in a patriarchal world, and that is just as valid as coping with individual traumatic events.
Good resources on the subject of why women have these fantasies and how they are helpful in general:
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The "what you consume will make you do it in real life!" myth
Although the resources above already address this, it's important to establish why this myth is so prevalent and what its origins are.
The idea that consuming media with dark themes leads to or indicates desires to replicate those acts is a residual element of two major events:
1) Puritan revival culture, popularized in the US and UK in the 90s and 2000s (also known as "Satanic Panic"). A major facet of this movement was TV megachurch preachers making money off of exploiting well-meaning but paranoid parents into believing that your child playing Dungeons and Dragons or Pokemon would make them future serial killers and lure them into satanic cults. (X)
2) at the tail end of this, it was cemented in the public mind as a cultural ripple aftershock of the Columbine shooting, where this sentiment became popularized as the general public blamed violent video games like Doom and "dark" music like Marilyn Manson (whose life was temporarily completely upended by the events and took him years to recover/be safe from) for the 1999 shooting. This event had MASSIVE permanent and global effects in all sorts of ways that the public often underestimates the sheer scope of, notably that it solidified, prolonged, and, in the minds of many, "proved" the paranoias of the preexisting Satanic Panic. (X) This established a precedent, leading to virtually any major horrible event being blamed on the perpetrator's media consumption, including murder and sex crimes.
What this myth ignores in the cases it references (the slenderman stabbings, columbine, sasebo slashing, batman shooting, etc) is two crucial facts: that hundreds of millions of people consume the same media with no negative effects (helpful effects even), and that in every single case cited as "evidence" to the claim, the perpetrator had a preexisting psychiatric condition correlated to acts of violence (which usually went ignored, downplayed and even accelerated/worsened by those around them rather than the help they needed).
Sorry for the wall of text, but I feel an ethical obligation to combat this kind of misinformation, and I hope these resources are helpful for those who may be negatively affected by common misunderstandings.
You are not abnormal or wrong for the fictional content you consume or the fantasies you have!
#im very passionate about this because this sort of thing severely affected younger me#and i dont want that for anyone else!#love yall
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Also lemme tell you witnessing this dude directly for the first time after years of only vaguely knowing him as "that one token super popular hot guy character in every series" is surreal. I was not prepared for him to be a dork (affectionate)
...hello sir...
#due to said token hot guy tropes i thought he'd be like a levi type#male 2B lookin ass boy#bro is the animators' greatest blessing ig
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...hello sir...
#need him carnally#I have slight gaming burnout so ive decided to watch something instead before i start a new game#whilst i monch my takeout#ty to the dozens of recommendations ive gotten in the inbox for the past year#yall were right#tfw you can physically feel ur autism latching onto the New Thing™
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i really can’t get this thought out of my head, maybe because i keep getting lobotomy on my fyp….. but diluc would defo get a fiery darling a lobotomy
It makes you more docile. You don’t know what’s going on, most of the time. You cling to him, always confused and scared of everything, you hold onto his sleeve and follow him wherever he goes, you sit there nice and quietly like he likes. Most importantly, you don’t try to do things yourself anymore, don’t try to understand the things he’s always tried to explain are just over your head. You look to him when you can’t do something, rather than stubbornly trying in vain and futility to do it yourself.
You had every option to avoid this, but you had to keep running, had to keep talking back and being so defiant… but now, you’re nice and sweet and needy for him, just like he always wanted. It just took some extra measures to achieve that.
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As opposed to calling one the boys boring.. imagine them catching you laughing at one of their jokes..
You either tried to hide it behind your hand, or were horribly trying to keep calm, but they catch you regardless. Personalities like Kaeya and Childe would end up teasing you afterwards.
“C’mon you’re not even hiding it well.” But then they can’t get enough of that irresistible smile of yours. The quirks of your lips, and the crinkle of your eyes squinting as you smiled.
They WOULD, Childe and Kaeya would be the biggest menaces about it -- but then again you also have ones like Kazuha/Thoma/Kaveh that get all excited because it's such a positive reaction when you've been so mean up until now. And then the dense boys like Diluc/Xiao/Alhaitham who don't actually realize how what they said was so funny and now they're getting upset because why are you laughing at him, stop that...
Anyway tfw the worst guy you’ve ever known just said the funniest thing you’ve ever heard and now you gotta sit there and pretend like you’re not about to lose it
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Congrats on finishing p5r! Any thoughts on playing strikers? I wouldn’t say the plot’s as solid as royal’s 3rd semester, but I preferred it to p5’s original story
It's one of those games I intend to get to eventually, I just dont have it as a high priority. When it was announced I originally planned to buy it on release, then as I researched a bit my reaction became
#ill play it for yusuke content once its cheap#but im not paying full price for a goro-less game 😤😤#ill play p3p first
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After reading your “family man” Childe’s fic it got me thinking about what if his darling got complications from so many pregnancies what he will do? Personally my grandmother gave birth 14 times but 3 died as infant, she also had miscarriages too so I’m interested to know what will Childe and his darling do if they had any complications from pregnancy since Childe himself canonically loves children so much.
To be fair, the man has quite the list of resources at his disposal. If he wants to employ the top medical professionals available, he has every option to do so.
Which gets very annoying very quickly. You do not like the doctors he forces you to see — multiple, since that way you can see if there’s a consensus of opinion rather than trusting just one, and different doctors have different special areas of expertise. He takes it very seriously, so you end up having to follow all these awful regulations on what you can’t eat, little exercises you have to do every day, medication you have to take.
None of it would be an issue if he could just be content with the staggering number of children you already have, but no, it’s just not enough, sigh... that being said, it's not just him, seeing as he constantly tells the kids that they're going to get a new little brother or sister soon, which gets them all excited. You won't want to disappoint them, would you?
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i really like the idea of modern au incel kazuha being with this really experienced "dom" reader (who is actually just an ordinary person) who likes to do those things that you do with the shy and inexperienced cute boys. That is, telling them the right way to pleasure girls while you watch said boys be all shy and squirmy because they never knew what squeezing boobs felt like until then. And reader thinks he's disposable because he's def like all those losers that'll lower themselves to any degree possible for a kiss on the cheek
But... deep down kazuha is disgusted by the thought of his inexperience and status as a virgin be mistaken for submission and would more than love to show reader how dominant he can be
(It’s so funny you say that part about what boobs feel like because I remember in high school this boy I was with got to touch tiddies for the first time, bro was literally shocked, like I saw his eyes go wide and his jaw visibly drop. He said “I thought it would be like firm-squishy. like a balloon. but it’s so much softer than that!!” with all the excitement of a little boy in a toy store and I still think about that interaction, it cracks me up lmao)
Darling is simply on the cute virgin boy agenda. There's nothing quite like a boy who has never had a crumb of pussy going buckwild the moment he gets the green light.
And the littlest sliver of female attention is euphoric for him. Makes him feel a certain kind of way. It's pleasant, exciting, makes his heart pound, makes him feel jittery and like he wants to wrap his hands around your throat and rut into you like an animal—
He's caught off guard by his own thoughts. It's a very new feeling, something he kind of feels bad for thinking about, feels like these urges are impure and shameful.
…But because he's a virgin with no experience, all he has to go on is porn and the occasional meme or post. And the girls in porn like it, and he sees a lot of posts where girls say things about wanting to be choked and have their hair pulled on and such. It may be lighthearted, but there has to be some truth to it.
And you wouldn't want him to ruin the mood by asking for it or anything, he's certain you'll like it, so he'll just spring it on you without asking, hold you by your throat and pin you down — you'll like that for sure.
#man#i need to secure a virgin bf and put him on the husband pipeline asap#i have such a primal need for a virgin boy like if I can't own him completely and exclusively what's even the point#...damn maybe im the yandere
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Will trousers (for women) be banned in mma-au?
Oh of course. Granted, certain cold climates permit warm legging-style clothes as an under-layer, but skirts or dresses are mandatory virtually everywhere, or at least, anything else is heavily frowned upon.
In more traditional cultures, it's seen as unsightly - depending on the style, it's seen as either unattractive because it's not feminine enough, but also, tighter pants show off the shape of your thighs and legs, it's far too tempting, you're practically asking for it. Thus, wearing them is either seen as some kind of statement to be reprimanded, or an indicator of promiscuous behavior.
In more sexually-open, free-use sort of cultures, it's just an inconvenience. What's the point of such a hindrance. With skirts and dresses you can just sort of flip them up and slide anything underneath to the side, whereas pants are much more work and take far too long, they hinder the ability to spread your legs far apart, they're just all-around an unnecessary frustration.
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okok we’re all aware of the idea of diluc wanting a traditional housewife bla bla ok fine.. but IMAGINE his daughter, his beautiful, precious daughter darling who he’s been conditioning to becoming that ideal traditional housewife (he says he does it so you’re more charming to rich suitors in the near future buut he really just means himself) finally rebels against him. goes out drinking, partying, tries to attack monsters and men alike (poor diluc failed to notice how much she’s been hanging out with her uncle kaeya..) and now she’s starting to have arguments with him and talks back… gosh, imagine the heart attack he’d have.. bless his poor soul..
Your brain anon?? Impeccable, I see the vision
Envisioning it one of two ways — one, single dad Diluc that is struggling to rationalize your behavior, ultimately blaming it on your mother in some way. If she’s remembered fondly, perhaps her untimely death left you without a proper female figure, or if it was a less amicable relationship that spawned you, perhaps he blames himself for poor judgement, reproducing with someone who ultimately abandoned you both (which indicates very poor behavior in the genes and all).
He gives you chances to rectify your actions, tells you to behave in a way that honors the family, but you refuse. You continue to talk to boys (ones of a lower class than you at that!), even disappearing overnight with them, smearing the family name. It crushes him, makes him upset at you, makes him furious with them, to the point that he has to stop the murderous urges before they become too strong.
But they’re boys — of course they’re going to take the opportunity when you hand it to them like that. What, it’s not as if they should be expected to control themselves — the fault of it all falls on you, naturally.
If you're going to keep up the unsightly behavior, then, the only real option is to keep you confined to the home, where you can't embarrass him and disgrace the family name by whoring out and engaging in casual relations.
But the damage is done — you’ve already tarnished your reputation, he tells you, beyond the point of repair. He can’t arrange for you to be married at this point. Even if he did, you’d probably just make things worse by being an unruly wife, maybe even, gods forbid, continuing to run around and have affairs. Since you chose to bring matters to this point, the only option is to keep you at home, where he can monitor your behavior and actions, for the foreseeable future.
But alternatively, with wife!reader, the man is obsessive both towards you and your daughter, the latter platonically — but still, he can barely fathom the behavior he’s witnessing.
This is obviously the result of your influence. You're rubbing off on her, when he very specifically warned you that there would be consequences for not instilling good behavior. You've been teaching her what, to be some kind of temptress, rather than setting her up to be a good wife? Do you want to completely ruin her future?
He's one of those fathers that has a soft side for a (platonically loved) daughter, though, so he can't be too harsh on her… besides, it's ultimately your fault anyway, so it's only logical to punish you whenever your daughter is said to have slept with some boy or done something unsightly. You're the one that gets taken behind closed doors for 'talks’ about what you've done wrong and made to promise that you'll fix things, that you'll stop encouraging and allowing this behavior. It's for both of your sakes, after all.
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Howdy! Quick question, would you allow me the honor of using some of your work for translation? Your writing is very beautiful, and I would love to use it as part of my portfolio! This will not be monetized in any way, no worries, it will only serve as an example to show evidence of my translation skills. Hope you're doing well, and thanks if you got to read this.
Of course I'd be honored! That's totally fine, I'm always happy to have people translate my work so anyone is free to do so 😊
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the idea has been sitting in my head for a long time that the long-lived yandere boy (Xiao, Zhong li, etc.) should do with a mortal darling. after all, darling is so comfortable, soft, but, alas, not eternal. Sooner or later, death will overtake you anyway. maybe some guys would look for a method to prolong life or something like that
And when you live such a long time, you have a poor gauge of time as relative to human life. The sudden surge of panic and nausea when he looks at you and realizes that you’ve grown visibly older, a grey hair here or there, lines on your face where there weren’t before… but it hasn't even been that long!
To him, at least. What, twenty years? That's barely any time at all... How long do humans live again...?
For some, it might induce a profound melancholy and despair, trying his best to spend every single second he can with you, grabbing your face and staring at you eye-to-eye to memorize your face, hoping and praying he will be able to remember it for millennia to come. Getting whatever he can to preserve the memory of your face and voice — recordings of you speaking, paintings and photographs… but even with those, it will only be more painful, one day. To hear your voice and see your face, but be unable to reach out and hold you close, press your lips to his — just the thought brings him a greater pain than any wound ever could.
It's even more painful for those of illuminated blood, since animals rely so heavily on scent — he can try, but eventually scent fades. The gut-wrenching despair of realizing that your scent is fading day by day from the clothes you once wore is too much to bear.
So much more painful if you're taken too soon — here he was bracing himself for the brevity of human life, only for you to be taken by sickness or violence even sooner than expected. It's gut-wrenching. It feels wrong that the days keep going and the sun keeps rising and setting each day when you're not there, it feels like the world should stop, should cease to exist if you're not in it.
Although the best version of the idea is a fairly morally sound individual resorting to whatever means necessary to keep you alive (or bring you back), no matter how abhorrent. No matter how many people have to die.
Some sort of grand ritual sacrifice for a higher power that supposedly can grant eternal life, or revive the dead? Done. Whole villages reduced to dust. Countless humans or even other deities torn apart without hesitation. Making enemies of all those who were once allies out of violence, sinking low enough to the point of abject evil. There is no expense of life to be spared, anything to have you and hold you one more time, or join you in death trying.
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Man trying to watch more obscure and/or older anime is such a difficult task. It's never on hulu/netflix so your options are literally
1) piracy with the visual quality of an impressionist painting
2) sell your soul to the Devil himself (purchase a cr*nchyroll subscription)
3) $80 + $12.99 shipping DVD for like 10 episodes from amazon
4) sketchy eBay deal
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If you had to choose which of the genshin boys do you think you’d like to be with best? And is it because of survivability or just preference ?
Ahh if I had to choose one overall, probably Xingqiu?
A combination of both reasons. He *is* a favorite for sure… he's a manipulative little brat, but not too awful in terms of severity. Like the boy will be passive aggressive and condescending and maybe get a little physical if he's really mad, but not nearly as severe as some others.
Also… he's rich lmao so it works out well. There's a lot of obvious benefits there. Even being confined to his residence most of the time isn't so bad when you consider how huge said residence is, and you at least get to go out for necessary social events for the family image and all.
For survivability, probably Thoma? I feel like he's the most likely candidate that could potentially be persuaded and coaxed over time into a semi-normal relationship, provided you return the feelings, give him lots of affection and affirmation and all. Like, you'll be monitored no doubt, and anyone you get too close to is in danger, but you won't be confined to a small space like with some.
In terms of sheer favoritism, probably Albedo, but I like having all 4 limbs and all 5 senses and interacting with other human beings ever, and unfortunately none of those things are compatible with him so...
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Is 🍑 anon open by any chance?
No sorry, they're all listed [here] (also linked on the pinned), but let me know if you have another one you'd prefer!
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