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nanaslutt · 3 months

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when your boyfriend asks you to cheat on him with his best friend

ʚ ft. cuck!Geto Suguru, Gojo satoru x reader

ʚ cont: established relationship, fem reader, cucking, Geto is a perv, cumming untouched, oral, dirty talk, teasing, masturbation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, praise, pull-out method, dacraphillia

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...."What?" You replied quietly, even though you heard his words loud and clear. "W-why would you want that?" You asked, noticing how much harder it became to keep eye contact. Geto had invited Gojo over to hang out, the three of you lounging around in the living area, hanging out, when you noticed Geto's demeanor change a bit.

He knew how much Gojo wanted you, it was obvious. Gojo would never say it first, but he thought you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. Of course, Geto was his best friend and you were his girlfriend, so he would never act on any of his deep dark impulses, but that didn't stop him from making innuendos here and there, maybe touching your shoulder a little too long, looking at your body in a way he shouldn't when you turned around, unable to notice him checking you out. But Geto did, he noticed it all.

Instead of being pissed at his best friend, all the little touches and teases, the almost advances he made on his girl, made his pants tight. Usually, he could bare with it, hold out until his white-haired best friend went home before he picked you up and fucked you on the couch right where you and Gojo were just sitting, but today was different.

Geto's mouth was running dry watching Gojo's fingers rub the couch as he laid his arm out behind you, relaxed. He knew Gojo craved to be caressing your skin instead, that's what drove him so crazy. The way his best friend kept dropping his gaze to your lips, your breasts, all of it, it was driving him mad. So mad, that he had to excuse himself, and you, from Gojo's company, pulling you into his bedroom where he spilled his deep dark desires, unable to keep them inside any longer.

"Fuck I don't know, I don't know," Geto said, covering his mouth with his hand. He kept it there for a moment, looking around the room in thought before he dragged his hand down his face and reached out to grab yours. "All I know is that whenever I think about him fucking you in front of me, it makes me so fucking hard I can barely stand it." He said, looking frantic, impatient.

You dropped your eyes to his crotch and noticed the very obvious, twitching bulge he was sporting in his sweats, he was serious. "If you don't wanna do it just forget it, it's fine really I just needed to say somethin-" "How long have you been feeling like this?" You asked, cutting him off. You kept your eyes on him, fighting the urge to look away bashfully. Geto stopped his rambling, his mouth falling slightly open as he just looked at you. You didn't say no.

"So long baby, so fucking long. Can't help but think about it every time he's around you." Geto said, a blush biting the tips of his ears. You felt a sudden rush of heat flood down between your thighs at his shamelessness. It was a lot to take in so suddenly. To be honest you had never thought of Gojo in that way before, so having Geto confess something like this was a bit of a shock. It wasn't that you thought Gojo was ugly, or even thought he would be back in the sack, it's just you truly hadn't thought about it.

Why would you have? He was Geto's bestfriend. But apparently, Geto would like it if you did think about him that way. "How... how do you know you really want this?" You asked, keeping your voice low and quiet, cautious for Gojo to not overhear as he was just in the other room. Geto stepped closer to you, using both his large hands to grab your waist, pressing your pelvis against his. You could feel his boner poke you just above your cunt, making your eyebrows knit together.

"I've dreamt about it baby, dreamt about him fucking you. You have no idea how much I think about this." He whispered, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. His words made you blush as you looked between your bodies at his hard cock, that he was ever so slightly rubbing against you. "Dreams are different from reality Sugu... what if..." You paused, wanting to find the right words before you spoke.

"Say me and Gojo really did it in front of you." Just the mention of the hypothetical had Geto nodding at your words and pulling his lip between his teeth. "What if you were wrong and you don't actually want this? I don't want to hurt you Sugu." You said, grabbing his face with both of your palms. Geto smiled and leaned into the touch. "You know I won't let anything happen if I'm not okay with it. I promise you though baby, with 100% certainty, that I will like it, I need it." He responded, easing your worries.

"Do you... think you can do it though? I don't wanna make you uncomfortable just for my interesting kinks." Geto said, his words making you huff a laugh through your nose. "I haven't ever thought about... fucking Satoru, but he's pretty easy on the eyes." You joked, "It should be fine." Geto groaned at that, his head falling forward and landing on your shoulder.

"I love you so much you know that? 'S gonna be so fucking hard not to cream in my pants just watchin' you two kiss." He whispered against your neck, his words alone riling him up. "Baby..." You said softly, running your hands through his hair. "Will Satoru be okay with this?" You asked, making Geto raise his head to look at you, a telling smile already on his face.

Once Geto collected himself enough to not walk like he was hiding a bomb in his pants, the two of you left the small room he pulled you into and back into the living room, where Gojo was sprawled on the couch, legs spread far apart, arms around the back of the cushions.

You swallowed hard, trying to remember what Geto told you to do. You could do it, for him, you could do it. Gojo turned his head toward the two of you when he saw your figures renter the room. "There you are~ Was starting to think you two were getting handsy somewhere." Gojo teased. You kept walking toward him, not faltering in your pace, not uttering a word back, not so much as breathing. Geto stopped a couple of feet from the couch, just watching you with bated breath for what was about to happen.

Gojo lazily looked up to meet your face when his view of the TV was obstructed by your body. "What are ya-" His words were cut short when you placed both hands on his shoulders and plopped yourself down onto his lap. Gojo's hands jerked in front of him and just hovered inches from your hips, which were now straddling his. His mouth opened to speak again but he was promptly cut off when you grabbed his soft cheeks in your hands and pressed his lips against yours.

The white-haired man made a noise of surprise against you, his body going rigid. Gojo's eyes were wide as his brain tried to catch up to what the hell was happening. His eyes found Geto's, just on the outside of his peripherals, and he was met with his best friend's large frame standing just as still as he was, eyes lower than usual, arms crossed, and of course, a huge fucking boner in his pants.

Gojo caught on quickly, a small huff of a laugh leaving his nose just before you pulled back, looking at him uncertainty, like you were waiting for him to react. "I think I know what's going on," Gojo said, smirking mischievously. Geto stayed quiet, opting to slowly sit down on the couch next to him that faced the large sofa, housing his best friend and his girlfriend, straddling his hips.

"This a test or somethin' or is this for real?" Gojo asked, astonished. The tips of his ears started to grow hot, as did the rest of his body. "Does it look like I'm joking?" Geto asked, his shaky hand grabbing ahold of his bulge, not rubbing it, just putting some pressure on himself, his other arm laying on the arm of the couch. "Fuck." Gojo huffed, a smile still on his face as he looked between the two of you.

"So what do you want from me? Want me to fuck her? Is that it?" Gojo asked, finally closing the distance between his hands and your hips, grabbing them steadily, making you press yourself fully down on his lap. You winced at the feeling of his bulge poking against you, his mannerisms were so different that Geto's, but having Geto here made you feel a lot more comfortable. And you trusted Gojo, of course.

"Yeah," Geto replied, nodding. Gojo's smile grew before he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and looked at you, cocking his head to the side. "You want that too? Want me to fuck you while your boyfriend watches?" Gojo was already in this. He really could adapt to any situation surprisingly quickly. You turned your head to look at Geto, but your gaze was quickly corrected when Satoru gripped the bottom half of your face and made you look back at him.

"I asked you, baby." He smiled, his words teasing and light, but his touch rough. Gojo looked down at your plush lips before his eyes fell back on yours, his head inching closer to your face. "Want me to fuck you? Make you cum all over my cock?" He whispered, his hot breath tickling your face, making you whine quietly at his words. When you nodded coyly your consent, Gojo laughed, releasing your chin.

"Maaaan~ She's so fucking cute, this is gonna be so fun." Gojo chipped, rolling his head before he placed it back in front of yours. "Let's give that cuck a show then," Gojo whispered, his words not being missed by Geto's ears, making his cock twitch. You whimpered when Gojo pressed his lips to yours, a hum from him vibrating throughout your lips as his hand fell back down on your hip once more.

Gojo maneuvered the two of you to be laying down against the length of the couch, one of Gojo's legs hanging off the side, his foot placed firmly on the ground as you chased his lips, your body staying firmly against his as you were now on top of him laying down. Geto licked his lips, adding a bit more pressure to his cock as he watched Gojo's hands caress your body, teasing the skin of your back underneath your shirt.

"Let's get this off, yeah?" He whispered against your lips, letting you sit up to remove your shirt. You nodded, your eyes finding Geto's for a moment which were content and full of lust, before they were back on Gojo. Gojo ran his hands up your exposed skin the higher and higher you dragged your shirt up your body until your black lacy bra was exposed to his hungry eyes, the shirt being tossed carelessly on the floor.

"Oh fuckkk." Gojo groaned as he continued to greedily rub his hands up and down your body while you placed your hands on his abdomen, your ass firmly on his crotch. "Knew your body was hot but you look even better like this." He praised, thrusting his hips up against yours, his ass leaving the couch cushions for a minute. You felt your face erupt in heat and looked away, squeezing your legs around Gojo's body to relieve some of the ache you felt between your thighs.

"What do you say, baby?" Geto's voice rang into your ears, making you look over at him while Gojo's eyes stayed on you. "He complimented you, what do you say?" He repeated, his hand now slowly rubbing over the bulge in his sweats, matching the tantalizing pace of Gojo's hips rubbing against yours. Your embarrassment only grew getting called out like that. Looking back down to Gojo, his eyes were open wide, eyebrows raised as he waited for you to speak.

"Thank you, Satoru." You replied, finding it hard to meet his eyes. Gojo grabbed one of your hands and brought it to his mouth, leaving a soft kiss against your wrist. "No problem baby." He replied, before releasing your hand and turning his head to look at Geto. "She's so polite." He said, praising Geto for training you so well. Geto smiled in return, nodding knowingly. "She'll even thank you after she takes a load down her throat," Geto added, his cock twitching at the thought.

This made Gojo audibly groan, his head rolling back against the couch, messing up his pretty hair. "Fuck I wanna see that." He groaned, long and needy. "You wanna show me what Suguru is talking about baby?" Gojo smiled sweetly, rolling his hips in circles up against your cunt, making your eyes flutter. You nodded timidly, feeling your body get hit with another wave of arousal. Gojo's smile grew in size, his cute dimples poking his cheeks.

Geto watched with bated breath as you slid down his body, pressing your thighs together as you sat on your knees between his legs, working on his belt. "You gonna jerk off to this or what?" Came Gojo's voice, cutting through the arosual clouding Suguru's head. Suguru shook his head, opting to continue to just palm himself over his pants while he watched you pull Gojo's pants down. "Not yet, don't wanna cum till you start fucking her." He said, arousal heavy in his voice.

Gojo made a sound of approval, poking the inside of his cheek with his tongue before he looked back down to you. "Oh! Didn't realize you got that far." Gojo giggled, watching how you held his crumpled pants midway down his thighs, staring at his long, pretty cock, with a pink flushed, dripping head. Gojo wiggled his hips, making his cock sway in front of you. "You like it?" He asked, cockily.

"It's so big." You whispered, laying down on your belly between his thighs as you stared at it in awe. "You think so, baby? 'S it prettier than Suguru's cock?" He teased, glancing over at Geto who shook his head in annoyance. Gojo sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth when you wrapped your hand around the head of his cock, rubbing his pre-cum against your palm. "They're both pretty." You complimented, smiling up at him.

Gojo bit his lip and pinched your cheek, watching how you slightly winced as you dragged your hand down his cock, rubbing his precum down his length. "Guess I'll find out if 'ur tellin' the truth when Suguru gets his cock out later." Gojo teased, sliding his hand back from your cheek to rest on the back of your head. You glanced over at Suguru to make sure he was still doing okay, and you were met with your boyfriend looking the most around you'd ever seen him, the sight relaxing your nerves in an instant.

"Suck his cock baby, show him how good that throat feels." Geto encouraged, gripping the outline of his cock through his sweats and stroking. You nodded and brought your attention back to the hard cock in front of you, throbbing against your hand. "Yeah, what he said." Gojo chimed in, making you want to roll your eyes. Such a Satoru thing to say at a moment like this.

You gave Gojo a few more strokes before you leaned in, your breasts resting on his upper thighs just below his cock as you stuck your tongue out. You flattened your tongue on the underside of his cock and tapped the head against it, continuing to stroke him off. Gojo groaned, watching your tongue wipe over the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum there.

His smile started to fade the longer you teased him, pure arousal taking over his body. His jaw fell open and his eyes fluttered in his head when you finally wrapped your lips around his cock, immediately finding a pace as you bobbed your head on him, taking more and more cock into your mouth with each thrust.

Gojo's fingers curled into your hair at the stimulation, his legs parting in tandem. "Oh fuckk." He groaned, his head rolling back against the cushion before he forced himself to look down at the show you were putting on for him. Your eyebrows furrowed when you took him into your throat, fighting back gags. "Ffffuck- tight fucking throat-" Gojo praised, his hips jerking against your face when your throat contracted around him. "Takin' it like a fucking champ." He added, nodding down at you.

If your mouth wasn't stuffed with cock, you would've smiled at his compliment. "Feels good huh?" Geto added, squeezing the base of his cock through his pants, trying to resist the urge to cum already without even touching his cock. Gojo nodded dumbly, his hand just following your movements with its place on the back of your head. "Uh-huh uh-huh, shit-" Gojo's abs clenched and his back arched forward when you took him completely into your throat and hummed, shaking your head back and forth.

"Ohmygod- fuck oh my god Suguru-" Gojo whined, his toes curling at the feeling of your warm throat. "Can't believe you waited so long to let me feel this, s-shes so fucking good- I'm gonna cum already-" Gojo whined, his body jerking and twitching against the couch. Geto nodded in agreement, his eyes locked on the spot where his cock and your mouth met. "Yeah, me neither." He responded, reaching his free hand up to rub a few fingers around his nipples, giving him some other stimulation that wasn't as intense as his cock.

Gojo's breathing was so choked and rapid, sounding like he just finished running a marathon, mixed with long groans and curses of your name. "Holy fuck baby, I'm really gonna cum-" He groaned, adding his other hand down to grab your head, placing both hands over your ears. "Can I fuck your throat? Just a little? Huh?" He begged, nodding at his own words. Gojo felt his balls tighten with the need for release, he wasn't going to last much longer.

You nodded around him, stilling your movements as you relinquished control. "Good fucking girl, show your boyfriend how good you take his best friend's load." His words went straight to Geto's cock, making him have to grip his base tighter. It was almost humiliating how much Geto was into this, his most craved fantasy was happening right in front of his eyes, and it was so arousing it was almost too much to handle.

You relaxed your throat and let Gojo fuck his hips into your mouth, obscene squelching and moans echoing into the room as he did so. You were used to this kind of treatment. Geto was usually a little rougher, and his cock was thicker than Satory's, so taking Gojo's cock, despite the length, was fairly easy.

Gojo pursed his lips around his teeth and groaned obscenely, sounding like a porn star. "Ohhhh fuck 'm cumming baby, cumming- oh fuck-" Gojo's groans and whines got higher in pitch as he was pushed to the edge by your tight throat. Geto felt his whole body tingle from his head to his toes, his brain feeling fuzzy, body feeling warm. He was too enamored by the scene in front of him to notice the familiar sensation racking through his body.

Gojo held your head down on the base of his cock, lips flush to his abdomen as he groaned long and loud, body jerking and spasming, back arched, eyes rolling back in his head, all as he released his thick load down your throat. Geto choked on a moan as his body doubled over, his thighs snapping shut. His hand that was playing with his chest slammed down on the arm of the couch, his fingers gripping the fabric of it for support as he came in his pants, a dark wet patch spreading on his sweats under his hand.

You fought back the gags that wanted to escape as you swallowed everything Satoru gave you, not wanting to waste a drop. Even after Gojo had stopped emptying his balls, he kept you down on him, letting his cock just rest in your warm throat, before he pulled you off a few moments later, allowing you to catch your breath. Gojo grabbed his cock and gripped it hard at the base, relishing in the aftershocks, his cock still hard and ready for more.

"T-thank you Satoru." You whispered, voice a little hoarse from taking his cock in your throat. "Fuuuuck you were right Suguru, she really does thank you for takin' cock down her throat." Gojo laughed, looking over at his best friend. Gojo's eyebrows shot up in surprise when he noticed Geto's fist over his mouth, legs crossed over one another, the wet patch evident on his pants. "Ohhohooo~" Gojo cooed, peeking your interest and making you look over at him as well.

"Came in your pants jus watching me fuck your girl's throat? That's kinda perverted Suguru." Gojo teased, caressing the back of your neck with his other hand. "Suguru..." You whispered, feeling yourself grow wetter between your thighs at the thought of Geto cumming in his pants. You cursed yourself for missing such a sight.

Geto stayed silent, his chest rising and falling heavily as he caught his breath. "Hope you got some more in you because I'm about to fuck her now." Gojo teased, a malicious smile spreading across his face before he looked back to you, his expression softening. "How do you want it pretty? Want it from the back? You like to be manhandled? Hm?" You felt your face grow hot at his words. You looked over to Geto for help, Satoru watching your gaze.

"Want him to decide?" He added, his voice quieter. You kept your eyes on Suguru as you nodded, the corner of Suguru's smile peeking out from behind his fist. Your boyfriend uncrossed his legs and tilted his head against his hand. "You like it from the back, don't you baby?" Geto said, his smile warming you up all over again. You nodded in response, waiting for him to speak again. "Satoru." He said, looking at his best friend now.

"You can't cum inside her cunt, that's the only rule," Geto said firmly, making sure his words were heard loud and clear. Gojo pursed his lips together, pouting a bit. "Fiiiiiine. Do I have to use a condom?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. Suguru only shrugged in response, leaning back against the couch as he began to pull his sweats down. "Up to her." He said, bringing Satoru's attention back to you.

"What's it gonna be sweetheart? You want me to wrap it up? Or you wanna feel my cock rubbin' inside you raw?" He asked, watching how you began to untie the string of your shorts. "I can't help but notice you made one option sound a little better than the other." You snorted, pulling your shorts down your legs, revealing your cute black panties that matched your bra.

Gojo giggled, grabbing your hips and placing your panty-clad clit on top of his bulge, making you rut your hips against him. "I might be a little biased." He said teasingly, his cock already dripping pre-cum again, smearing against the outside of your panties. "No condom it is then." You replied, making Gojo bring his hand into a fist and drag his arm down, saying a dramatic "Yesssss." To which you and Geto both shook your heads.

"Cmere then baby," Gojo said, his demeanor suddenly changing into a more serious one. He pulled you against him, your legs slotting together as your hands fell on his chest, your lips connecting with his. He moaned quietly into your mouth, rutting his hips against your tummy, getting it wet with his arousal. Geto licked his lips watching the two of you as he fully pulled his cock out of his sweats, dragging his hand down his length torturously slow, rubbing his first orgasm down his cock.

Geto felt a sudden shock to his guts when Gojo cracked his eyes open and looked at Geto through the corners of them teasingly, his eyes finding his before they dropped to his cock, then back up to his eyes. He kissed you more dramatically, opening his mouth more against yours so Geto could see your tongues tangling together sloppily, the spit being exchanged between them. Geto picked up the pace on his cock, feeling himself strain against his hand the longer they stared at each other.

Gojo looked back at you and separated from your lips, your expression fucked out and needy already just from a little kissing. "Let's get to the good stuff, yeah? Don't think your boyfriend can take much more." Gojo teased, making you look over to Geto, who was steadily dripping down his fingers, watching the two of you intently, how Gojo was holding you. "Looks like his cock is about to explode, right?" He whispered, making you nod and whimper in agreement.

"You were right, it is pretty too. I see why you couldn't choose." Gojo added, making you whine. Gojo tapped your ass before he spoke again. "Alright, up so we can switch. Wanna see that ass up for me." He smiled, to which you nodded and scooted over, letting Satoru sit up so you could take his place, your body perched against the couch on all fours before you leaned the front half of your body down, leaving your ass up for Satoru's viewing pleasure.

Gojo rolled his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, stroking his cock slowly. "Fuckk, that arch is crazy." He praised, feeling his mouth water. "You get to fuck this pussy every night?" Gojo asked, grabbing a handful of the fat of your ass and jiggling it. Geto smiled and felt himself throb again, fighting the urge to jerk himself off until he came. "Yeah, just wait till you see her pussy." Geto felt so proud showing you off like this, you were the perfect girl, and he was more than happy to share and show off just how perfect you were,

"Let's see that pussy then." He said, tucking his fingers under the band of your panties and slowly pulling them down. You wiggled your hips back against him as your ass was exposed, bit by bit. Your head was forced to the side from the position you were in, meaning you were forced to look at Geto. The perfect view of him watching you intently while stroking himself off made you throb around nothing, excited to watch him cum while you get fucked by someone else.

"Oh Shit Suguru," Gojo whined, dragging your panties down to your knees. He brought both hands to your ass and pulled them apart, forcing the folds of your pussy to spread for him, strings of your wetness sticking to yourself. You could hear Gojo's breathing pick up just from watching you. You felt so needy feeling his thumbs spread you open so close to your cunt without touching you, you needed to feel something soon or you were going to lose your mind.

Just before you were about to beg, you felt your ass part further before you felt Gojo lick a fat stripe up the expanse of your cunt, making a moan rip from your lungs. A hand shot back and tangled in his soft hair, pressing his head against you. "Ffff-uck-" You whined, your eyes rolling back in your head. Your shins kicked up and your toes curled behind you as Gojo wasted no time in burring his face in your pussy and sticking his tongue into your tight hole, sucking up all the wetness there.

Geto was caught off guard just as much as you, his hand speeding up on himself as he watched Gojo shake his head back and forth against your pussy, his cock throbbing heavily between your legs, dripping pre-cum against the cushions as he ate you out like a man starved. You couldn't help but wiggle back on him when you felt his tongue lap out and lick at your clit, making you see stars behind your eyelids.

You don't know why you were so surprised at how good he was with his tongue. He was the sloppiest eater you knew and could put away four large ice cream Sundays in 4 minutes, and god if it didn't translate into the bedroom. Gojo pulled back with a gasp, massaging your ass cheeks in his hands, the bottom half of his face already covered in wetness. "Holy shit you taste good baby. Almost got lost in there." He giggled. Your hand released from his hair and fell back down to the pillow under your head, both your arms wrapping around it to ground yourself.

"I could eat you out all fucking day, but I swear my dick feels like it's gonna burst. Need to be inside you right now. I can eat you out properly another time, 'm sure Suguru wouldn't mind that, would he?" Gojo asked cocikly, hitting the dart right on the mark. Geto didn't answer, just licked his lips and kept his eyes on yours, staring at your fucked out expression.

"Yeah, he won't mind," Gojo said, answering his own question. Gojo leaned up and scooted closer to you, pressing his cock between the crevice of your ass. "Don't think I'm gonna last long," Gojo said, tapping his cock against your ass. "But then... neither are you two, right?" The white-haired man smiled all knowingly.

Gojo rubbed his cock against the underside of your cunt, his hot cock stimulating your swollen clit perfectly. "Don't think I forgot about her. She'll get some attention when I get inside you." Gojo whispered, rubbing his cock back and forth a few more times against your clit before he pulled back and lined himself up with your cunt. Suguru watched with bated breath as his best friend took a few deep breaths and bit his lip, his eyes locked on where the two of you were connected.

His jaw fell open with the two of yours when Gojo slowly pushed inside, feeling little resistance thanks to how wet you were. His fingers dug into the fat of your hip as his head fell back, a loud groan leaving his lips. "So tight, s-so tight fuck-," Gojo repeated as his cock was sucked in by your tight, warm walls, so much tighter than your throat, if it was even possible.

"How's it feel baby?" Geto spoke, his voice hoarse and deep with his arousal. "N-need you to tell me how his cock feels inside you," Geto begged, stroking himself faster. Gojo choked on his own moans and breaths as he tried to calm himself down, stilling his hips flush against your ass as he tried not to blow his load prematurely. "Suguru, s-Suguru it's so deep. F-feel it in my tummy." You whined, placing your hand on your stomach.

Geto groaned and spread his legs, feeling his cock throb at your words. "Deeper than mine? Huh?" Geto didn't know if he wanted you to say yes or no, he just wanted you to talk to him, to tell him how it felt. You waited a moment before nodding, averting your eyes. The dark-haired man found his answer when he had to squeeze the base of his cock hard to prevent himself from cumming at that moment.

Gojo half smiles through his arousal at your answer before he rolled his hips into yours, fucking his cock even deeper inside you if that was even possible. "You're twitching around me like crazy, you want me to move now?" Gojo asked, using his thumb to pull at your opening where his cock was currently inside. "Please, p-please move Satoru." You begged, doing your best to fuck your hips back against him in the position you were in.

Gojo smiled before he looked over at Geto, who looked about halfway to losing his mind from being so horny. "You like hearing your girlfriend beg for another man's cock?" He teased, getting into Geto's kink to rile him up more. Geto nodded, his other hand joining the mix to play with his balls. "Heh, I can't believe my best friend likes to get cucked, and I never knew till now." That was the last words Gojo said before he started driving his hips into yours like a madman.

Moan after moan spilled from your lips, tears welling up in your eyes from the intense pleasure. Gojo kept true to his word and started rubbing quick circles against your clit, the wetness being fucked out of you making the sensation stronger. Geto rolled his balls between his fingers and jerked himself off to match Gojo's pace, slowing down or pausing entirely when he felt like he was going to cum.

"S-suguru, suguru-" You cried, your words coming out desperate and choppy. Gojo pouted behind you, his cock fucking into you rougher. "Hey, that's not nice. You shouldn't cry another man's name when I'm fucking you." He pouted, angling his hips to drive his cock deeper inside you, pummeling your sweet with every thrust.

"He's right baby, I'm right here, I'm here, but you can say his name its okay. Want you to say his name." Geto encouraged, making a smile creep onto Gojo's face, his fingers rubbing back and forth faster along your clit. "Fuck- Satoru, t-toru its so deep, feels s- good." You whined, tears now spilling freely down your cheeks.

Gojo felt his cock twitch, he cursed himself internally for being so weak for you. He just started fucking you and already just from a few thrusts and cries for your name, he already felt like cumming. "I know baby, can feel how deep you're taking me, feels so good for me too baby." He groaned, wincing when you squeezed your cunt around him, a loud moan coming out choked from his throat.

The loud 'plap' sounds echoing through the room only spurred him on more, making him fuck you harder, deeper, wanting to hear you cry louder. A ring of cum had started to form around the base of his dick and dripped down his balls from how wet you were. Gojo's fingers on your clit started to lose their rhythm, going slow, then fast, jerking all over the place. It was doing it for you, so you had no complaints, but you knew Gojo was close.

Gojo rolled his head back, his hip's rhythm getting sloppy as well. Geto watched his eyes flutter in his head. Gojo looked like he was panicking, trying to calm himself down. It was obvious he didn't want to stop yet, but your pussy was just too good. "I know." Geto chimed in, finding Gojo's eyes. "Her pussy is dangerous, makes you finish so fucking fast. 'Specially the first round." He nodded, his balls tightening with his release.

Gojo groaned at his words. "Yeah, she's s-squeezing me like a fucking vice, and it's so fucking warm, f-feel like my cock is melting." He cried, his words rushed and high-pitched. "G-god I'm gonna cum." He whimpered, his body fighting to stay upright. His hips slamming against your ass felt so good, only adding to the pleasure he was already giving you.

The men's conversation was blurring in your head, the only thing your brain was focused on was cumming on Satoru's cock. "You getting close baby? Gonna cum on Satoru?" Geto asked, his cock throbbing against his hand. You nodded at his words, your eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, legs pressed firmly together as Gojo fucked you up to your orgasm. "R-right there." You whined, your back arching against him.

"Let go, baby, let go." With Geto's encouraging words, your orgasm crashed over you. Gojo clenched his teeth together when your pussy squeezed around him even tighter than before, pulling a wonton moan from his lips. He almost forgot Geto's rule only seconds before he came. Hurriedly, he pulled out his cock and started jerking himself off, making sure he continued rubbing his fingers over your clit, working you through your orgasm.

Geto came at the same time, white ropes of cum shooting out of his cock and dripping down his fingers, his legs spreading further as his body sank against the couch, his eyes never once leaving the sight in front of him. Your shins crossed over one another as your body was wracked with tremors. Your orgasm hit you so hard you were seeing stars.

Gojo groaned through his high as he jerked himself off over your ass, thinner ropes of cum decorating your ass and back. He came so much, maybe even more than the time he came down your throat. He had your cunt trying to milk him that entire time for that. "Ohhhhhh- ffuuuck." Gojo groaned, tapping the head of his cock against your ass as he started to come down, rubbing his cum on your skin.

You let your arch fall as you fell onto your side against the sheets, your body jerking every now and then. You pressed your thighs together firmly, keeping pressure on your sensitive, still throbbing clit. Geto wasted no time in tucking his spent cock back in his ruined boxers and pulled up his pants, walking over to the couch in front of him.

Gojo rested his hands on your ass and thighs, rubbing them soothingly. Geto crouched down by the edge of the cough and grabbed your face in his hands, making you peel your eyes open. You smiled the instant you saw his face. Geto leaned in and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your lips before pulling away and wiping the sweat and baby hairs from your face. "Good girl baby, I love you so much. Thank you, you did so well."

You let his words relax your body further as you melted into the cushions, Gojo's warm hands caressing you and easing you even more. "Aww..." Gojo pouted, making Geto look over to him. "I'm feelin' kinda left out, can I get a kiss too?" Gojo teased, pointing to his pink, swollen lips. Geto made a noise of disgust before he directed his attention back to you, pressing another kiss to your forehead.

"Oh, so jerking off while watching me fuck your girlfriend is okay, but a kiss is too much? It's hard out here." Gojo pouted, only making Geto shake his head harder. "Thanks for doing this, and thanks for not coming inside her," Geto said, keeping his eyes on your relaxed face as he spoke. Gojo smiled softly, watching him caress you. "Yeah yeah, you pervert, anytime." He responded, ruffling the other man's hair.

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yaut-jaknowit · 5 months

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Uihoy. cunnilingus, overstimulation, body worship, sappy stuff, lots of fluff

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Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Smut, cunnilignus, overstimulation, body worship, fluff, dirty talk.

Word Count: 3843

Summary: Man wants to eat you out and worship the ground you walk on. Let him.

Author Note: I'm slowly making my way through requests. Sorry, it's taking me some time. I'm working a lot at work to save up for new tires and rims for my truck.

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The lack of clothes adorning your body once made you feel completely exposed and unworthy in the face of either of your mates. Two highly skilled hunters who actively worked their bodies to perfection. All in the name of the hunt. And here you were, a human among gods.

From countless days, weeks, probably months at this point, they’ve slaughtered any doubt that would sprout their ugly head. As a human, it was a natural feeling. The urge to scoop your clothes back from the ground and cover what you had exposed to them was dominating. Your skin prickled as those bright, nearly glowing yellow eyes of Uihoy drank in the sight of you.

Uihoy’s hands twitched at his sides but he was patient. A hunter, born and bred. The picture before him is something he’s seen countless times before. His cock still stirred with pumping blood in its sheath.

Those piercing orbs of his noticed up the slightest tense of your muscles, eyes darting between the clothing you once wore. Fabric Vic’tao and him have collected and crafted for you.

Now, the male takes the chance to step forward and knelt down at your feet. A renowned hunter in a large clan back on Yautja Prime kneeling before a human. His knees cracked at the motion and new position but he stayed. This is where he wanted to be. Before his mate, on his knees, about to worship not only the ground you walked upon but your body itself. He was going to hunt down those despicable thoughts and tear them from your mind.

This new angle had you timidly meeting his gaze. But only for a fleeting second before you tilted your head to the side and more down.

Well-worn hands cupped your hips. The Yautja was now face to chest with you on his knees. He felt the way your body jolted at the touch but otherwise stayed standing.

You placed your palm on his shoulder for support within the raging storm brew inside of you. Purple hands started to trail up, teasing up your sides then moving inward to your chest. Your bottom lip was caught between dull teeth while the only thing you could do was watch.

Massive hands palmed at your breasts. Two fingers gently pinched the outer circle of your nipple. Uihoy leaned forward and let his tongue dart out to flick over the darker skin. Your knees shook at the first touch of the day.

A deep groan started from the depths of Uihoy’s chest. “Uihoy cannot say much within ooman language but pauk, let Uihoy lavish these for hours and will die a happy mate,” the Yautja purred and gave the other breast the same attention. He gently twisted the other nipple in his digits and pulled a stuttering gasp from your torn lips.

Despite knowing those same teeth have shredded throats for the sake of a trophy, he cupped one breast in his bottom mandibles. That hand holding it up drifted to your sides, claws raking over ribs. It went to your back and slid down to grab the globe of one of your ass cheeks.

With a jolt, you tensed at the new feeling. Then, the touch continued a path down your thigh and teased the soft skin that made up the back of them. Your knees wobbled, mind growing faint from all the different fleeting touches. It grew hard to focus on all that he was doing to you. “U-Uihoy,” you whispered the name in the dimly light bedroom.

Uihoy hummed and sent vibrations up to your nipple. You mewled, nails digging into his shoulder for better support. The other hand ran its course through your hair a few times before finding its way into the thick dreads of Uihoy’s grey tresses.

All of his touches tighten on your body. The forked tongue laving at your nipple pressed harder before he pulled away and began the same treatment on the other one.

As this went on, Uihoy took in the thicken scent of your arousal trailing into the air. He could taste it wafting around him in a teasing manner. Yet, the male held strong and kept his slow, steady pace. His prize would wait. The longer it sat, the better the reward would be.

Once the two breasts received the same amount of attention in his opinion, Uihoy pulled back. His hands returned to hold to each one. You whimpered at the lost of contact and tugged on a dread for him to return. Uihoy grunted. Your chest was heaving from the excitement entering your blood stream. He nearly grinned at how needy you looked before him. Instead, he placed his hands behind your knees.

You didn’t know what had happened until your mind caught up. Now, on the ground with Uihoy hovering over you, all you could do was stare dazedly up at the purple Yautja. He took the moment to lean down and lavish his tongue along the column of your throat and up to your jaw. “This body, this mind, little hunter, does so many things to Uihoy. Makes wanna ravish, to love, to bite, to claim forever. Leave no area unclaimed,” he uttered into the flesh of your neck.

Fatal teeth scrapped across your skin. You shuttered, throat vibrating with a high-pitched noise. “This skin is so incredibly soft. It feels amazing against Uihoy. Uihoy loves it.”

Heat flashed across your body, blood beginning to warm. His hands returned to touch at your hips, thumbs rubbing mindlessly. Uihoy left marks in his wake, creating his own art on your body. Blood was drawn to the skin but never dripping down to leave behind red rivets. “And the taste of little hunter on tongue,” he trailed off with a groan that rattle his chest. “Could live off of you alone if little hunter let Uihoy.”

His long, spilt tongue teased behind the shell of your ear. His purple face returned to your sight as he gazed down at your lying form on the shared bed. Those pools called eyes reflected the affection you held to your heart for him.

Mischief sparkling the yellow iris’. You didn’t have a moment to even come up with a single clue on why before he shift the two of you again.

Uihoy grasped at your hips and easily picked you from the ground. The Yautja himself laid down and settled you on his chest. Your hands rested in the transition area between those broad shoulders to his barrel chest. Your eyes were wide while you stared down at him in surprise. He grasped your hips and tugged you an inch towards his face. “Sit,” he commanded and pushed you again.

“On, on your face?” Your brows furrowed at the implication he was wanting. It’s not like you hadn’t let them eat you out before but never had you sat on their face before, let alone another person. Your doubts and insecurities gnawed at the sturdy ground you once stood on.

Dark talons dug into the flesh of your hips. “Tell Uihoy taste little hunter’s cunt. Now, sit.” You yelped quietly, still nervous to move forward before nodding your head to gain courage.

“Just… just tell me if it’s too much,” you warned Uihoy as you crawled forward and hesitated while on top of his throat. Uihoy huffed, tightened his hold then promptly picked you up and deposited you perfectly over his mouth. You tried to sit more up, scared that you were putting too much weight on him. “Uihoy!” But the male just grumbled at the call of his name.

Both of his arms hooked over your thighs and locked down to ensure you couldn’t escape. His upper mandibles were spread wide to curl over your thighs as well. The lower two were pressed carefully to the apex of your legs.

Vibrations rumbled up his throat. You felt them run across your skin and tingle your newly exposed folds. “Look at the sight. No one could pull Uihoy from this. Over dead body,” he snarled.

Your back bent to rest a hand on the ground beside his massive head but Uihoy growled. “Up! Stay up. Wanna see little hunter fall apart from tongue.” You caught your bottom lip between dull teeth.

He saw the way conflict rose in your magnificent eyes. One of his hands reached out twinge your fingers together. Yours slotted between his. Then, Uihoy returned to gripping your thigh. Your other limb slipped your digits under his palm to hold on for the rise. The Yautja purred his praised.

For a second, there is peace within the storm. You are able to relax your muscles. Uihoy squeezing your hand. A smile broke across your features while you stared down at him between your legs.

That peaceful expression was shattered. Your thighs tightened around his purple head when his tongue ran a path between your slickened folds. “The taste. Pauk. This is how Uihoy wants to die. Die happily here, underneath Uihoy’s stunning mate.” You gnawed more at your bottom lip at his words and tipped your head back. It was hard to keep your eyes on him. Embarrassment flooded your system.

A growl pierced the air. “Look down. Look at Uihoy, little hunter!” the male pleaded, claws biting into the flesh of your thighs.

You tilted your head back down to find his eyes. Uihoy purred once more and ran his tongue through your slick again. Your jaw dropped in a low groan, chest stuttering with breaths you struggled to take.

“Good,” he praised and began a alternating pace between your entrance to your clit.

All thoughts of doubt or shame were drowned, mind going blank only to think of the ecstasy building up inside. Your hands gripped his harder for purchase.

For the first time of the night, you bucked your hips to grind down on his tongue. It dipped inside of you. Uihoy felt the your walls fluttered around him at new sensation and groaned. More of your taste dripped down into his waiting mouth. He was going to consume you whole.

The lower two mandibles moved, his tongue halting for a moment. Your pathetic cry, hips rutting for more was a sight to behold. Uihoy tucked his mandibles into your folds then used them to expose every crevice to his sight. Including that little bud of nerves perched above your entrance. His tongue darted out to caress your clit soft.

Uihoy soaked in the sight of your reaction. The way your head snapped back, spin going rim-rod straight, and thighs threatening to crush his head. Your arousal drenched the better part of his mouth and chin, dripping down to soak the sheets under him. A scent he keep forever. And, the male didn’t relent the action. His muscle continuous lavishing at the nerves.

He could care little when you couldn’t look back down at him. The sounds you cried were music to his ears. Enough to make up for the loss of your eyes. The new wave of slick dripping into his mouth made up for the rest.

Between him teasing your entrance, sometimes daring to take a dip inside, and running his textured tongue over your completely exposed clit, you were boarding pain. It was a fine knife’s edge to walk on.

Tears welled up on your lash line, body beginning to shake. “Ui-Uihoy, it’s… it’s too much,” you sputtered, frame unsure on what to do.

In what little thoughts you could produce, you couldn’t tell if you wanted to push off of him or force him to never stop.

“Right here, Uihoy is right here. Gonna make little hunter come, okay? Need treasure to come,” he promised but never relenting his movements on your pussy. Your spin bent. You gaze back down at him, eyes completely glazed over. It was too much for you to handle. For any sane person to hold onto what little shard of their mind had. “Pauk, keep looking at Uihoy. Keep looking. Gonna taste little hunter. Want everything can give.”

From the depths of your mind, you didn’t know if you were going either explode or collapse. The coil in your belly was beyond what it could hold. Here, you were, teetering on the knife’s edge. “That’s it, treasure. Come for Uihoy.”

Down from the tips of your curled toes, all the way to your fuzzy thoughts, your body exploded. Your jaw dropped in a silent scream that would’ve echoed through the halls of the ship. Euphoric pleasure flooded every part of your body, filling up every crevice to the fullest. Your eyes glassed over, only able to focus on ecstasy that took over every thought.

After the peak, it was the fall. You began to drift down, mind calming from raging seas to smooth water lapping at sandy shores. Tears had ran their course down your face and left behind sticky, salty trails in their wake. Your chest heaved for cool air. You couldn’t help the whine that built up in your throat. The pleasure wasn’t fading.

Uihoy wasn’t done with you.

One of his hands, released your thigh and slipped between his face and your soaked cunt. You whined at the lost and weakly reached out to hold it again. Through your tears, you met his gaze again.

As you opened your mouth to speak, you felt a finger tease at your entrance. Your muscles instantly fluttered at the new sensation. “U-Uihoy,” you gasped, free hand coming to rest on the dome of his head.

The Yautja easily used what coated your cunt to lube his finger up before push only the first knuckle in. He relished in the feeling of you tightening around him, trying to suck in more. To which, he relented and thrust the rest of his middle finger in. A purr started up in chest at the feeling of muscles contracting down on him digit. “Treasure feels wonderful around me. So tight.” You panted and tried to jerk your hips for more but the arm hooking around one of your thighs prevented any movement.

When his tongue returned to lavish at your throbbing clit, you hiccupped a cry and shifted wildly on top of him. You didn’t know how to respond, body unsure if it wanted brunt through it or hop off. His name was uttered again like a breathless cry.

He took a moment to pull his tongue away. You believed to get some remorse but he placed his thumb on your clit and placed enough pressed to numb your mind. “What’s wrong, little mate? Uihoy said to take care of mate, did treasure think Uihoy wouldn’t follow through on that?” Unlike of him, he sounded to be mocking you in a caring manner.

Your free hand went to your mouth to bite at your knuckle. Uihoy curled his fingers and hit that spongey spot inside of you. Said limb slapped down on your thigh as you mewled out. “That’s more like it. Wanna hear every pauk-de sound little mate makes.”

The rough pad of his finger rubbing against you g-spot was enough to make you see stars. “I’m… I’m, not goin-ah, going to last long,” you rushed out the last few words.

The fingers intertwined with Uihoy’s dug into his palm for support. “Good.” His tongue returned to ravish your clit like his life depended on it. You keened, thighs tensing as if trying to push off of him. But Uihoy would never allow that. His hold was like steel and kept you trapped at his will.

In your practically blank mind, you cursed wildly and tried to hold on for however long possible. But the male was going to make you come again. Your brows furrowed and lifted as Uihoy pushed you up against the edge of the peak, the top of the world. Your chest shook with unsteady breaths. You tried to hold out, tried ease yourself into the orgasm. Uihoy did not. He shoved over the line with a curl of his finger and harsh lick.

“Fuck!” you screamed out into the empty ship. Tears soaked your cheeks. The scene around you shatter like ice on a lake. Sweat rolled down your back and chest. You licked at the little drop building up on your top lip as you gasped for breath.

You hunched over, hand on the sheets, and struggled to gather your senses. Tears dropped onto the bed below you. The pressure never ended though. Uihoy kept curling, pumping his finger, and licking at your clit. You sobbed and shakily reached for a tress.

Its rubbery texture was ignored while you attempted to pull the Yautja from between your legs. But he was glued, welded. Nothing could take him from this spot now.

The digit inside of you was pulled. You gave a brief sigh of relief and looked down at him through the tears. But the fire in those bright eyes was burning a bright blaze that had yet to diminish. “Uihoy,” you whispered, voice small as if afraid. Not of him but what else he had planned for you.

Instead of one, two fingers prodded at your folds and slowly slipped past to nuzzle deep. The new stretch had you thighs shaking, unable to move much. “I-I, fuck… Uihoy, I can’t. It’s, it’s too much,” you pleaded, knowing one word would stop him but not using it.

Those digits curled and hit that spot only two inches inside of you. Your head whipped back with a sob. “Yes, treasure can. Treasure wants to give Uihoy everything. Let m-me taste another, consume little hunter,” Uihoy rumbled and resumed to overstimulating you. A hunter who was relentless and wanted nothing more to bring you the pleasure you deserved. His mate, through and through.

Your loose hand trembled, not knowing where to go or where it could rest on. Your mind has gone numb, malleable for his hands to form into whatever he wanted. The purple Yautja grinned internally at the sight of his mate in such a state of disheveled. Clearly so eaten out they’ve gone dumb. All he had to do was do one of his favorite things in the world: eat their cunt out.

It was no time at all to feel the late stages of another orgasm roaring up this mountain. Fire had filled your veins long ago, never fully leaving after the first orgasm of the night.

The pain from the overstimulation was harsh at the base of your spine as it crawled up the length of you back. It hurt, but you loved it. Uihoy loved it. He was enamored with all the sounds you were creating. The sympathy you sang to him in praise from croaking noises to sobs when he pressed against that one spot particularly hard. It would make you clench down on his fingers, forcing you to feel how he filled you with just his fingers alone.

Curses flew from your mouth as you stumbled your way to the peak, getting dragged to the finish line. Those are the only words you could get out, too mindlessly to even think of letting Uihoy know. It’s not like he could feel the way your muscles were clenching harder and faster. He knows your body better than you probably know it at this point.

Similar to last time, you were kicked off the edge, hitting your peak softer this time. Your body had little left to give to Uihoy. With a grunt, you were nearly going to collapsed forward onto an arm when massive hands grasped at your sides.

In a daze, you hadn’t realized you had been laid down on the bed. A purple figure hovering over you, seen through your blurry gaze filled with tears.

“Uihoy knows, baby, Uihoy knows. Right here, just breathe,” Uihoy cooed softly into the still electrified air. You gave the softest mewls known to mankind and panted after the marathon he took you through. His hands petted down your slicken skin blanketed with sweat. He leaned down to nuzzle his head against your forehead.

“Did so good, so good. Love when little mate cries for Uihoy. Love the sounds. Love the taste. The feel of tight cunt around fingers…” he trailed off with a groan. The Yautja pulled back enough to peer into your glassy eyes. His fingers reached out and drifted along your jawline. “And these eyes. Want them to look into mine as little hunter falls apart on Uihoy’s tongue again. See the pleasure Uihoy brings little mate.”

With a shaky hand, you reached up and cupped his jaw. “I… I feel like jello.” Uihoy snorted a laugh and shook his head. His forehead was rubbed once more to yours. Both of his arms scooped under your weak body and pulled to his chest. Then, the male stood up and began to carry you over to the attached bathroom.

Somehow, with an unknown talent, Uihoy is able to hold you while he starts a bath. He sits down on the edge, legs hanging over into the filling tub with you cradled to him.

Starstruck and completely enamored with him, you kept staring up at him. The love and passion he just poured into you was, yes, a normal occurrence but not something you got used to. He always uses his words show his affection, to tell you everything he loved about you. Even if it wasn’t a place you cared for.

Once the bath filled to the top, Uihoy settled you down on one of the seats. He left you there to strip down to his bare skin, scars and all. You rested on your knees, arms crossed over on the ledge while you placed your head on top of them to watched the scene unfold. Your mate walked back over to you, body lax. You took note at the fact he hadn’t unsheathed, though his slit was wet.

“Oh baby,” you cooed and reached an arm to him. He had to be painfully holding it back.

The mentioned male raised a brow, head tilted as he got into the tub with you. “What’s the matter?” he questioned and gathered you into his lap to rest in the warm bath.

He positioned you do your back was to his chest. The water made it all the easier to reach back to tease at his slit. “I can hel-“ you were cut off when Uihoy snared your wrist pulled it away. His body went rigid for a moment before eased back down.

“It is alright, little one. Uihoy worn little hunter out the way I wanted. It was all about little mate and those beautiful noises made,” he purred and set his jaw on top of your head. He knew it annoyed you, but you let it happen.

“If you say so.” In the comfort of Uihoy’s protective, loving arms, you closed your eyes and enjoyed this warmth he offered to you freely. A never waning smile on your features.

#yautja #predator #yautja x reader #yautja x you #alien vs predator #predator x reader #yautja x human #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #Uihoy

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ewanmitchellcrumbs · 1 year

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I really enjoy reading fics that include sexiness and vulnerability that requires trust. Can I suggest a scenario of reader wanting to give Aemond a blowjob for the first time in their relationship? Reader is a little shy with carrying on this new stepping stone yet she wants to make him feel good. Can you please make it slow and sensual? Like maybe she puts her head on his inner thigh and asks him if he trusts her before she takes the initiative or something like that 🫣

I'm so sorry it's taken me more than two months to fulfil this, nonnie. I hope you've stuck with me!

Warnings: Oral (m receiving), slight corruption kink. Word count: ~1500

Author's note: No gods, no masters, no tag lists. Only scabs community label fics. If you find yourself tempted to slap a label on this, please block me instead.

She was a shy, little thing, a pure picture of innocence. Aemond could never understand how the Gods had seen fit to pair someone as sweet as her with someone as broken as him, but he thanked them each night in his prayers for doing so. Having been told prior to her arrival in King's Landing that a match had been made for him, he'd been besotted with her from the moment he'd laid eyes upon her.

'Betrothed' seemed too ugly a word to describe her. Soft spoken, gentle, effortlessly graceful and good hearted, she was flawless in Aemond's eyes, and he couldn't wait to call her his wife.

As they'd stood in the Sept, she'd looked up at him with doe-eyed adoration and he felt as though his heart would burst. He'd undressed her that night with all the care of a Maester unwrapping a priceless treasure. She was radiantly beautiful laid bare before him and silently he cursed his hands, for it felt as though he dirtied her with their very touch.

She had trembled like a leaf as he'd laid her down upon their marital bed, and he had reassured her that they need not do anything if she did not wish to. She had reassured him that she wanted him, but she was inexperienced and he would have to teach her - she'd never even kissed a man before.

Aemond had felt pride swell within his chest at being the first to touch her in this way, but it had also ignited an internal conflict within him. Part of him longed to allow her to feel the full extent of his passion for her, to rut into her like an untamed beast and claim her as his own, while the other was panged with guilt for tainting this untouched beauty.

He settled somewhere in the middle ground, treating her with gentle reverence while trying to remember all the ways to pleasure a woman he'd researched in the lead up to their bedding. He watched her face closely, making a mental note of everything he did that elicited soft sighs and quiet moans from her, taking the utmost care to hold himself back so as not to hurt her.

This was how their marriage had been for the last six months. Aemond caring for his innocent little wife with a tenderness he had not known he was capable of, diligently bringing her to peak on his fingers and tongue each evening, before spilling himself inside of her with restrained carefulness.

It is an evening like any other; Aemond sits in his armchair by the hearth, reading aloud from a tome that details the beginnings of the Age of Heroes, while his wife sits at his feet listening intently.

He has offered her the armchair directly opposite his own many times, but she insists it is too far away, preferring to sit close to him as he reads to her. Her need to be near him is something that Aemond basks in, and he takes great pleasure in reaching out to stroke his fingers through the softness of her hair as he reads.

The only difference between tonight and the others they spend together is that her hands are restless against his thighs. He feels the way they creep tentatively upward, her fingers drawing lazy circles against the fabric of his trousers. He does his best to ignore it, to continue reading, but the warmth of her palms against him is driving him to distraction.

He sucks in a sharp breath as she brushes over his tightly fastened laces, stammering as he tries to read to her about the Pact made on the Isle of Faces. His face feels too hot, his heart races, so he closes the book, setting it down on a side table.

"Is there something the matter, rhūqītsos?" He asks, leaning forward to caress her cheek. Little dove.

She chews her lip nervously and Aemond can practically see her turning her thoughts over in her mind, as she chooses her words cautiously.

"E-everything you do," She begins quietly. "Is in service of my pleasure."

Aemond raises an eyebrow, this had not been what he'd expected to hear. He allows her to continue with a quiet hmm, sitting back and giving her the space she needs to speak freely.

"And I...I am so grateful." She presses on. "But now I want to make you feel good, I want to give you as much pleasure as you give to me."

Stirring in his breeches at this, he swallows thickly, his fingers gripping the arms of the chair tightly. "And how would you like to do that, dōnus riñus?" Sweet girl.

Her cheeks flush pink as her gaze drops to her lap. "I...have been reading...about how ladies can pleasure men...w-with their mouths..."

Aemond feels himself straining against the suddenly too tight confines of his trousers, yet how could he ever expect her to do that when she reacts with such shame to even the mere mention of it?

"I cannot ask that of you." He rasps. "It is something that common whores partake in, not highborn ladies."

"But I want to." She insists, looking up at him.

Despite the flushed expression of her embarrassment, Aemond sees determination shining brightly in her eyes and his resolve crumbles at this.

"You are sure?"

"Yes." She nods fervently. "But...I do not know what I am doing. Will you guide me?"

He leans forward again and presses a delicate kiss to her temple. "Of course, rhūqītsos. But first, you will get up off of your knees. You are my wife, you deserve the softness of a bed beneath you as you please your husband, not the hardness of the floor."

He stands, helping her to her feet and guides her to their bed, before laying down upon it and motioning for her to join him.

She lowers herself down the mattress, watching with keen interest as Aemond frees himself from his breeches.

Her eyes go wide at the sight of him, and it occurs to Aemond that she has never really looked upon his manhood before, at least not this closely. He usually buries himself inside of her after she has peaked, so she has never had the opportunity to properly study him.

He hisses as she wraps a soft palm around him, his stones tightening at the slight pressure being applied to his aching length.

She withdraws her hand quickly, her tone apologetic. "Am I hurting you?"

"No...no, quite the opposite, actually. Keep doing that, but stroke your hand up and down."

She smiles, resuming her grip on him and does as he's instructed.

Aemond groans, bucking slightly into her touch, enjoying the licks of warmth that tickle at his lower spine.

"The tip is where I feel most pleasure." He sighs softly. "If you wish to use your mouth then start there, with your lips and tongue."

Slowly, hesitantly, she opens her mouth, wrapping her lips around him and kitten licking at the head of him.

For a moment, Aemond's mind goes blank. It takes all of his resolve not to spend right there and then, his fingers dig so tightly into the bedsheets beside him he is certain he'll tear holes into them.

"Good. Very good." He whispers. "If you can, take more into your mouth and try to recreate the motion you used with your hand just now."

A sheen of perspiration prickles his skin as the hotness of her mouth envelopes him. He jerks back slightly when he feels her gag around him, her eyes watering.

"Not all of it." He says gently. "Use your hand for what won't fit."

She does as she's told, setting a steady rhythm that has Aemond's stomach muscles tensing as he fights to stay still. He wants nothing more than to grab her hair and buck up into the wetness of her mouth with reckless abandon, but he knows he has to allow her to take this at her own pace, and so he allows her to do as she pleases.

Aemond feels his climax approaching and knows he is done for when, without prompting, she reaches down to fondle his balls. The pressure that has been steadily building at the base of his spine is now at its pinnacle.

His breathing ragged, his brow furrowed in exertion, he pleads with her. "Dōnus riñus, you have to stop! Let me spend on the sheets, I cannot-"

If anything, this seems to spur on her movements and he lets out a strangled sounding moan as she spills himself into her mouth, his hips jerking uncontrollably.

When he feels himself pulsate for a final time, he sits up, prepared to shower her with apologies, however, they die on his tongue as he sees the bob of her throat. She'd swallowed.

She smiles as she looks up at his pleasure drunk state and he sees something irrevocably changed in her usual demure expression, her eyes are darkened by lust.

Long gone is his virtuous little bride, he has awoken something primal within her that he is eager to explore.

He tastes himself upon her lips as she kisses him, hungry and wanton.

"Rhūqītsos," He murmurs against her mouth. "Do allow me to repay your kindness."

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wild-magic-oops · 5 months

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People really be bending backwards in order to defend Larian and the consistent way that Gale is treated worse than other companions. Truly baffling behavior, but I guess that's what happens when people can't extend the same amount of care to characters other than their favs, and think Larian is amazing for doing what should be the bare minimum in the industry actually (but the industry is so shit that people are ready to praise and defend any studio which doesn't try to rob them while spitting in their faces). Not criticizing obvious flaws won't get you a better product next time, and since I'm a petty person - I hope everyone who's telling people it's not a big deal now have the next character they're really into be the one done dirty by both the creators and the fandom.

Another thing I've never seen anyone bring up is how Gale is specifically the only companion whom Durge can kill due to an urge (which is even worded in a way which you can't guess the outcome of). Where's the urge option to kill Astari*n while he attacks you hm? Or that's right, there isn't one. Guess the fuck why. And retaliating while attacked makes a ton more sense, but sense is not smth that Larian bothers with much when it comes to their preferences.

And people choosing to indulge the urge and explaining how it's in character... I bet the majority would be finding loopholes real quick if it was their fav getting killed instead. Double standards is smth that really irks me and they're just so apparent in this fandom, it's exhausting.

Gale is also a companion you can accidentally kill instead of recruit by failing a simple dice roll. That's all it takes.

Both of those instances are smth very much outside of Gale's writer's control, so immediately the bias is showing, how easy it is to kill him.

So please, by all means, keep defending a company against the fans' criticism based on clear observations (which other people have brought up, not specifically what I talked about in this post) which you just don't want to acknowledge, I'm sure that'll work out so nicely for you the moment your preferences stop aligning with theirs.

And if you're a Gale fan who doesn't care and think people are overreacting - you do you, but the way Gale's exploding ending is treated gives really ugly irl implications which can't be ignored. Characters are fictional, but the way certain types are treated speaks of irl biases, and if you can't realize that, I really don't know what to tell you honestly. But aside from all that - professionals shouldn't let their biases show. But they did and continue to do, and that alone is definitely 100% worthy of criticism.

#tired of this fandom #it managed to out-annoy and out-shit-take even the DA fandom. congrats that's an achievement #my posts #larian critical #fandom critical

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leonslutkennedeeznuts · 8 months

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The Wedding Date | Leon x Fem!Reader

"From the first meeting to rehearsal dinner everyone had fallen in love with him. Including you." | One-shot inspired by The Wedding Date (2005): Leon's an escort. You hire him and fall in love. (AO3)

It was an expensive, totally stupid impulsive thing to do- book a male escort as your wedding date to stick it to your ex (and nagging mother) that you weren’t a lonely, miserable spinster. You weren’t ugly or anything, just lazy with a specific plan- to rub it in your ex fiance’s face that you were 100% over him and moving on by “dating” someone way more attractive and totally smitten with you.

His name was Scott, or so he said as per his website details. He was 6 '0, clearly worked out, had dirty blonde hair in a boyband haircut and per his many reviews was a skilled lover- but that part was totally irrelevant to you. It had taken a few days to finally bite the bullet. Your career was stable, you had the money- it just made sense to go this route versus swiping on Tinder. You’d never done this before but were admittedly desperate. You needed a professional, someone that nobody in your friend group knew who could lie his way in and out of any conversations and questions they’d be sure to ask him.

He just had to look good, pretend to be in love with you, get paid and then fuck off never to be seen again when the wedding was over.

—

You’d met up with him at a bougie brunch spot on a Sunday afternoon, having chugged one mimosa with a shot of vodka before he even showed up to ease your nerves.

“This is the weirdest outcall I’ve ever been to,” he’d joked after introducing himself to you, his hands so soft and his cologne making you wet. “Nice to meet you, Y/N.”

Scott was funny, naturally charismatic and beautiful to look at. He clearly took care of himself and didn’t seem phased by your plan at all once revealed to him.

“Alright, we need to go over the questions they’ll ask you, about us, your life, yadda yadda,” you’d instructed him. You tried your best to be assertive and not give into the butterflies flying wildly inside your stomach. “This has to be very convincing.”

You had tried to rehearse his answers with him but Scott refused while gazing at you intently. You’d definitely need new panties after this but he didn’t need to know that.

Scott had said he’d prefer to see how everything worked out before accepting payment. This plot of yours amused him greatly, he had said as much several times. Nobody had ever hired him to be arm candy until you. He planned to enjoy every second of this.

“They’ll know I’m lying, sweetheart. It’s better to just wing it. Trust me, Y/N, I won’t let you down.”

And Scott didn’t let you down. He’d passed the “test” with flying colors. From the first meeting to rehearsal dinner everyone had fallen in love with him. Including you.

—

It was late one night after having to help with decorating the church and you just wanted to relax. One bottle of wine later and you were getting a little bold and very nosy about Scott’s personal life as he gave you an exquisite foot rub.

“I didn’t make it into the police academy. I was 21 years old in a new city with nowhere to go so I started stripping. Then stripping became this.”

You gave him a reassuring smile, your hand patting his shoulder while the other held a glass of sweet burgundy wine. Scott had chosen whiskey for himself. Wine gave him bad hangovers, he’d admitted.

“I thought about being a stripper once,” you revealed. “I almost auditioned actually but my dancing is terrible without heels so with them on I’m sure I’d break my ankles.”

Scott laughed, as if he’d imagined you in a pair of clear heels attempting to dance around a pole and failing miserably. Making him laugh made you feel warm all over.

Conversations with him came naturally, he felt like an old friend. It was none of your business, truly but he’d answered you unashamedly. A part of you wished you’d met him under different circumstances for a chance at something real.

“Why aren’t you married yet, Y/N?”

You definitely weren’t expecting him to ask that. Your previous relationship was still a sore subject- he’d been your highschool sweetheart and first love. With a job promotion and more money, your ex had wanted to date around and see what else was out there a few months after proposing.

“One day he just decided that he didn’t want me anymore,” came your solemn answer.

You took a big gulp of wine to keep from crying. This was the guy that you thought you’d be planning your wedding with at this age. Instead you hired a male escort that you developed feelings for. C’est la vie!

“What a fucking idiot, seriously. You’re beautiful, Y/N, inside and out. A total catch,” Scott asserted. “Dude is a loser for letting you go.”

That remark made you smile, bringing a feeling of peace that washed over you from within at his words. You really enjoyed being around Scott. He was damn good at what he did: making women feel desired. Even though this was his job, it just felt natural to lean in and kiss him so you did. To your surprise Scott kissed you back quite fiercely, the taste of whiskey on his tongue almost like a poison bringing you deeper under his spell.

“Let me take care of you tonight,” he’d offered.

Scott was indeed a skilled lover.

He lifted you up effortlessly, laying you on the bed before teasing with kisses up and down your body. You were so wet it hurt and ached. Your clothes quickly became a crumpled up heap on the floor while he stayed fully clothed sans a shirt.

“Such a pretty pussy, baby.”

He never stopped touching or tasting you that night, making sure that you came hard on his face and with his fingers, refusing to let you return the favor. You rode his tongue to completion, let him flip you onto your back and bucked into his mouth almost crying at how good he made you feel.

“You taste so good, Y/N.”

Your ex had been selfish in bed, all about receiving and barely giving. You thought you’d had an orgasm before but now you knew better. Scott made you cum almost violently, begging, writhing and almost screaming every time he sucked your clit or filled you up with two or three fingers.

“Can eat you out all fucking night.”

You had to push his head away before he finally stopped, looking so pleased with his work as you watched him through heavily lidded eyes. He kissed you one last time, the taste of yourself on his tongue giving a sense of pride. This gorgeous man had dined on you like he’d never get enough, licking and eating your cum like it was a delicacy. You wanted to taste him too, to look into his eyes as he slid into you and fucked you so deep and hard that your headboard banged against the wall.

But instead, he cuddled you until sleep finally took over.

—

Scott wasn’t there when you awoke the next morning.

You awoke in a panic, your head pounding as the events of last night started to replay in your head. Wine. Scott. Orgasms. Your thighs were sore.

“Shit,” you exclaimed. The wedding. Your wedding date. Scott. Was he going to show up now? Would it be too awkward? Was it all just a wine induced episode of lucid dreaming?

You hurriedly got out of bed and took a shower. The envelope with his payment was still in your dresser. Did he even know it was there? You tried to focus on everything but Scott on your drive to the venue, going through the motions of getting dressed and sitting still for makeup.

When it was time to walk down the aisle with your ex-fiance as part of the wedding processional, your eyes glanced around nervously looking for any signs of a GQ model with dirty blond hair sitting in the pews as you tried not to fumble with your bouquet too much.

This was the church you had always wanted to be married in. You had thought that your ex fiance was the one but now you knew otherwise. Walking down the aisle with him, even in this context, made you feel uneasy like you were cheating. You almost didn't see Scott giving you a thumbs up and blowing you a kiss when you finally stood with the other bridesmaids. It was embarrassing how your mood instantly lifted.

Everything was going to be okay. You'd convinced everyone that this was so real, you'd even convinced yourself. Once the wedding was over Scott would go back to his life and so would you. It was a painful thought.

It wasn’t until the wedding reception that you spotted him again. He was standing off to himself while most of the single ladies and a few men crowded the dance floor for the bouquet toss. His tuxedo fit perfectly and now that you knew how he looked shirtless, a part of you wanted to rip it right off.

You caught the bouquet purely by accident, not even paying attention until a blur of pink roses came into your peripheral. Scott’s eyes never left yours as he walked towards you, cool as a cucumber like on the day you met.

He leaned in to kiss you so intensely that your knees buckled. You heard your mom cheering the loudest. Your ex stormed off in a huff, clearly regretting his choice to let you go- convinced that this man kissing you was your new forever and not a paid actor. Scott had done his job perfectly, too perfectly. You tried not to look so crestfallen when the kiss ended.

—

The walk back to your car seemed to take forever, so much you wanted to say, so much was going unsaid but didn’t want to come across as that one creepy client who took things too far.

“Definitely a 5 star experience,” you stated honestly yet awkwardly avoiding his gaze, wanting to make light of it all. “I really can’t thank you enough Sco-”

“Leon,” he cut you off. “My real name is Leon.”

The tension in the air was thick. Was his name really Leon or was this another part of the act? Your mother was now convinced that Scott, well, Leon would propose someday. How were you going to explain that everything was all a lie?

Should you address the kiss, the amazing oral sex and show vulnerability? Or hand over the cash and move on? You just wanted a nice clean break, no more emotions to overly complicate things. He did his job, nothing more nothing less. It would hurt more to be rejected than to wonder what if.

“I can’t thank you enough, Leon.” You looked a little too long at his lips, wanting and wishing you had the courage to just lean in and close the gap between you two again and again.

Instead, you handed him the bouquet of flowers so you could reach into your clutch for his payment.

“You can count it now if you’d like. It’s all there, I promise.”

Leon tensed. His face which usually sported a knowing smirk or stoic expression now looked confused, almost disgusted. He didn’t reach out to take the envelope.

“Leon, you did exactly what I asked you for. Of course I’m paying you plus tip,” you said trying to sound calm yet internally freaking out. “Thank you for this.”

Thank you for eating me out so well that no other man will ever compare, you thought.

You were ready to drive home and cry into your pillows about what a mess you’d made- falling in love with your hired boyfriend who probably always had clients obsessed with him and unable to distinguish reality from fantasy.

“I don’t want your money, Y/N. I want you.” Leon took your envelope with his free hand and placed it back into your clutch. “God, that was cornier than it sounded in my head.”

Your mouth opened but nothing came out.

Confusion painted your face. Realization hit you afterwards but before you could think of what to say in response, his lips were on yours. The bouquet was forgotten on the ground as you let Leon take you into his arms, your heart threatening to beat out of your chest.

“Y/N, this has been real for me no matter how hard I tried to fight it. I love you.”

You felt like you were floating, the world beyond Leon in this moment failing to exist.

"I love you, too. So much," you proclaimed proudly.

Leon slowly pulled away from you, his eyes taking you in. “I don’t do this, I don’t date or get too close but you, you’ve awakened something inside of me that I can’t live without.”

His hands gripped your ass and you felt the promise of more, thick hard and straining against his slacks. “And you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted,” he quipped.

With a laugh you gave his bulge a light squeeze, ready to finally consummate your relationship with the gorgeous man standing before you.

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With each deep, slow, tortutous thrust you were crying out his name, his real name, over and over. Pathetically begging and pleading for Leon to fuck you harder. You'd never felt like this before, your body on fire with lust and greedy for more, more, more.

"Look at you, taking me so well like this," he whispered into your ear as you tightened and throbbed around his length. "Love you so much, so fucking much."

You were sucking him in to the hilt, nails digging into his back and biceps as you took every inch coating it in your slick.

"Fuck, Leon, love you too," you grunted out almost painfully. "Gonna cum, oh!"

Leon loosened the grip on your throat, kissing you lazily as you cried out his name cumming hard around him while he never stopped pounding into your tight, hungry cunt.

"There you go, baby, cum all over me." He ground his pelvis into you wanting to feel all your cum gushing out against him. "Wanna cum inside you, fuck!"

It was almost a whisper but you'd heard it and God, you wanted him to. Wanted him to fill you up so deeply that you'd feel it slipping out throughout the day.

"Yes, please cum inside, need it, Leon."

He looked into your glazed over eyes smirking at your blissful face knowing only he could make you feel this good, only he had taken the time to learn your body and make you cum with your whole body shaking and jerking against his.

With a few more hard, short thrusts Leon's hot cum started to fill you up. You instinctly wrapped your legs around his waist pushing him in even deeper, his balls throbbing against you as he emptied himself into your eager pussy.

"Mmm, are you ready for round three," he inquired against your sweated out hair.

He took you from behind, from the side, with you on top and even picked you up and fucked you hard and fast in his arms as you cried out your release.

The man's stamina was unmatched. You were a sweaty tangled mess of limbs not knowing where his body began and your body ended when he was finally done with you.

---

You quickly settled into domestic life quite easily. Leon moved in with you while mulling over his career options now that being a boyfriend for hire was over.

Leon had made you dinner to celebrate your recent promotion, your favorite meal of filet mignon and lobster tail. He'd mentioned in passing that he was letting the website domain expire soon to pursue his other dream: being a scuba diving instructor.

"Scott's Scuba School sounds good, right?"

You nodded, considering how often he went down on you without needing to come up for air. Yeah, he'd be an amazing scuba diver. Although using his previous alias gave you some pause. What if one of his past lovers recognized him and wanted more? Silly little insecure thoughts like that were becoming less usual as time went on.

If you'd thought Leon was an amazing hired boyfriend, he was even better without the promise of money. He refused to let you pay for anything or want for nothing. From having roses delivered to your office to cooking you dinner, planning out romantic date nights to making love to you until you begged him to stop. He was perfect and he was all yours.

"Best wedding date ever," Leon read aloud to himself, seeing the new notification popping up on his previous work phone. "So good you'll think he's really in love with you."

He shot you a knowing glance before giving you a slow lingering kiss. With the simple tap, his website and review page were deleted and his new, real life with you could truly begin.

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drunkenlionwrites · 11 months

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Himeko nsfw alphabet

A little something I wanted to write before the end of pride month. Also, I got my favorite queen yesterday from the standard banner so I'm ugly crying 😭 Warnings: fem bodied reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Himeko’s all about pampering her partner, so you can expect a lot of cuddles, gentle smooches and being totally taken care of. I believe she would be totally into bathing together and just relaxing in a soapy fragrant bath together if you both have enough energy to do so. But sometimes she also craves to be cared for, so please don’t neglect the softest girl ever. B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

She likes her legs and thighs the most (have you seen the girl’s dress?) Himeko likes to show off her long pretty legs and plush thighs, enjoying whenever she can catch your not-so-subtle gaze on them. As for you, I believe she’s a tits girl and would enjoy them in any shape form and size. Small tits? Great, she’ll caress them lovingly and pinch your nipples. Big? She’ll definitely enjoy nuzzling into them and kneading them with her tender hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

She mostly prefers and enjoys when you cum on her mouth, licking off your juices and cleaning your pussy dry with her tongue. She can’t get enough of your smell and the way you pulse around her tongue and on her lips. As for herself, she prefers to cum on your pussy, slowly rubbing your pretty, puffy clits against each other. You can expect a lot of cum, both of your liquids smearing on you. She’s also a squirter, if teased for a long time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Most people take her for a soft dom, but I feel like she’s also a girl who wants to be taken care of and give off the reigns to you. Himeko’ll take all the teasing and overstimulation, you going a bit rougher on her too. Slap her pretty pussy and ass and she’ll elicit the prettiest mewls for you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

She’s not a young and naïve girl. Pretty experienced, knows for sure how to make a woman feel good, but is always eager to learn what makes you personally tick and will take her time getting to know your body. You can expect the greatest sexual encounters with her.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Tribbing. Not only it physically feels really good, but she prefers it because of how intimate and sexual it is. She can easily kiss you and look into your eyes while gliding up and down your labia with hers, so sleek and smooth, so sensitive.. It also allows her to add a lot of toys for additional stimulation if she’s in a mood.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more serious but can crack a few jokes during the foreplay. Usually, they’re just soft and cute one-liners though. When it comes to action, she’s all about romantic and sensual lovemaking. H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think she’s one of the girls who prefers to be squeaky clean and fully shaved everywhere, you would rarely catch her with even shortest hair, she takes her presentation very seriously and is meticulous about it. I feel like she’ll also prefer either a fully shaved partner or a classical landing strip.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect) Oh she’s very into intimacy: eye contact, constant caresses, her hands are basically everywhere on you, touching every inch of your skin, your breasts and nipples rubbing against each other, her uneven breaths above your ears, constant wet kisses pressed on the most accessible parts of you in the moment, depending on your position. She’s the embodiment of sensuality.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Not very interesting for her, she’ll prefer to blow off steam with the partner, but if she’s single or you’re far away from each other, she’ll indulge in masturbation, preferring her hands and fingers. If you send her an erotic video or video of you masturbating, it’ll make the experience a hundred times more satisfying for her.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) She’s pretty vanilla overall, but she’ll definitely enjoy some dom/sub dynamics, being a switch I feel like it’ll also manifest as dressing you up prettily in sexy lingerie and clothes from time to time, gifting you a cute caller and murmuring to your ear lovingly that you’re her favorite kitten.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) She likes for sex to be comfy and relaxing. So, it’s either her or your bedroom, a nice hotel room, bathroom, somewhere secluded and nicely decorated. As for where exactly: could be anywhere, on the bed, on the carpeted soft floor, on a windowsill, in bathtub, on the kitchen counter, vanity cabinet, you name it.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) She’s really gets going from your lustful gazes and soft passing touches whenever you’re in public. Glide down from her waist till her hips a little as you pass her, and she’ll basically drag you to her room.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs) I feel like she’s very possessive and will be strongly against sharing or any kind of open relationships. No, she’s yours and you’re hers. No one in the equation other than two of you. She also won’t be into hard BDSM or 24/7 play, reserving it only for the bedroom.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) She loves giving more, and she’s really good at it. Can edge you for hours, then making you come again and again until you’re an overstimulated moaning mess. Can also make you squirt in long sessions. She won’t be against you going down on her, but will still go for more positions after you eating her out.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) 90/10 with 90 being slow and sensual. She loves to take time with sex. It’s a ritual, it’s a quality time, it’s about sharing emotions and sensations and it shouldn’t be rushed. Buuuut…if you tease her during the whole day or she’s just missed you too much, you can expect a heated quickie.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Just as written below. Can indulge in quickies when feeling too emotional and impatient, but overall Himeko can restrain herself well enough to properly indulge in you with a pace she likes. R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.) As for the risk of being caught, it’s not something she’ll be turned on by. She wants comfort and to feel in control of the environment and situation. As for indulging and experimenting with various kinks/positions/toys? She’s a strong believer that you should try all the stuff that intrigues you at least once.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?) As she’s more into a more relaxed and sensual sex, she can last for very long. Lasting the whole night is easy for her.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?) She has a pretty big collection of her own toys and toys she uses on you. She brings them into the foreplay or if you both are very tired, but she’s generally into more natural sex. She’s not a stranger to strap-ons and double-sided dildos if you want different kinds of sensations. Picking various kinds of cute butt plugs for you? Also yes.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Yes, she’s a queen of teasing and overstimulation. Will edge you for hours if she’s in the mood, but it’s all to make you feel good in the end. (and to see your pretty face, tears in your eyes as you pant and beg her to let you cum at last) But she’s into being teased just as much she likes to do it to you. If you’re feeling like you wanna be in control, deprive her of a few orgasms – she’ll definitely be crying for your mercy. V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Not very loud, more of a moaner than a screamer. Prefers to moan and talk dirty things into your ears. If overstimulated, becomes a panting and gasping mess.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Loves when you bite and nibble on her breasts and nipples, her lower lips and labia (yes bite her pussy b**ch hehe) As for you, she’ll basically mark every spot of you that can’t be seen, as it comes from her possessiveness. She doesn’t want to ruin your pretty skin so you can look elegant during the day, but when you come to her and undress, showing off all the hickeys that are her doing - she goes feral. X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Oh we don’t need an x-ray, the girl has a solid D cup, wide thick thighs and puffy pussy. 🥵 Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Higher than average, but she can perfectly control her urges if needed. If you’re as into intimacy as her, it’ll be a big bonus. Prepare to clingy and overeager Himeko if she feels lonely, upset, and needs your consolation. It’ll definitely end in a night-long lovemaking session. Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) Depends on how long you went for or if it was during the day/night. If it has been a night-long sex, she’ll fall asleep as soon as you both are cleaned up. If it was shorter, expect a cuddling session and a pillow talk.

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snivel1 · 20 days

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I need to get these out of my system, so‼️‼️

Meet my ultra original Homestuck fankid!!

Dead-Eyed Cindy!

a.k.a. Cynthia Lenore!🗝️

A completely normal teenager, just like every other teen in Homestuck, trust!!🤚

More about her under the cut!!

(Note that this drawing was made when I just returned to HS and haven't yet seen some of the amazing variations of their designs here on Tumblr, so my design for Dave will probably be changed, idk)

She lived with her Big Sister, they were Strider's neighbors from a floor down

They lived in hard financial conditions, her Sister overworked herself to provide for them both and was almost never home to look after Cindy, which forced Cindy to fend for herself most of the time when she was little

She met Dave on the roof once, the meeting involved spying on his Bro and her Sister talking about some secret Older Sibling Stuff or something. It looked like her Sister was crying? Overall a pretty awkward first meeting

Cindy felt guilty often about their situation for some reason, so she helped with whatever she could in the house

But her relationship with her Sister was.. not ideal, it was very strained and painful for both of them, Cindy felt hurt from her Sister not being around much, even if she understood why that was

Even so, she still felt cared for and appreciated her Sister and her sacrifices

Cindy was bullied in school, I know, shocker, she was considered weird, dirty, ugly, scary, and was avoided most of the time. Some kids called her "Dead-Eyed Cindy", because of how her eyes resemble the ones of a dead fish, but she reclaimed that nickname for herself, because she thinks it makes her sound badass. She didn't know what friendship was supposed to be like, and convinced herself she was better off without anyone, but she desperately wanted to have real friends she could trust one day

She was very stiff emotionally when she first started chatting with Dave, but with time became more sincere and open thanks to also getting to know Rose, Jade, and John

She and Dave are both weird dead thing collectors, but Cindy prefers to collect animal bones and skulls. Their music preferences don't match like. In any form, but Cynthia greatly enjoys Dave's mixes and tunes, and always encouraged him to do more

She adores gothic rock, punk rock, heavy metal, screamo and any other "edgy" music genre you can think of

Of course she didn't have money to go to concerts and buy merch of her favorite bands, so all the posters in her room were home printed

She's all about that messy grungy look. Her hair? Intentually cut like that by herself. Smeared makeup? Her favorite style. Her clothes? Ripped and modified by herself. She wanted to ward off normies away from her this way, not caring about what other people think of her, and also just because she likes the style

She didn't like Rose's overly posh way of wording things at first(so pretentious), but they quickly clicked over shared interests in goth culture and the paranormal unknown, Cindy cares about her greatly and comforted her through the hardships Rose had to endure

Cindy didn't know what to think of Jade's strangeness and, quite frankly, didn't like her vibes at first, but warmed up to her greatly with time and really sympathized with her, Cindy really believes Jade deserves so much better, and is determined to let her know they care

John was very intimidated by Cindy at first, and Cindy assumed he just didn't like her, so she acted more coldly towards him, and it continued to be like that for a pretty awkwardly long time, but of course his dorkiness hooked her up quick, as it did his other friends, and they slowly but surely became very close; Cynthia became very protective of Egbert fast

Cindy always tries to put in work into her friendships, as she naturally doesn't want to be alone again, but also because she doesn't want her friends to feel left out or ignored, cause she knows what it's like

Which also seems like overcompensation, as she feels like she's not the best person to be around, so she tries to be helpful, even when she no longer has any mental resources for that

She had no clue about what kind of game Sburb even was, and she definitely didn't have time to ask when meteors suddenly started raining from the sky

No fucking way was she going to die if she could help it, so she fought for her and her friends' lives with all she had

How was she able to godtier and whatnot without entering the game? Beats me, you're asking as if I should know and write some good explanation for it and make it make sense🙄🙄💅 I just wanna play touoys, hope you understand💓

Cindy started questioning her identity along the way of their adventures on the meteor, and started using she/they/him pronouns

If I had to write about her relationships with all of the trolls we'd be here all day, so let me just point out the most relevant things here <3

Gamzee had a pitch crush on her, and they entertained the idea for a while, but she quickly recoiled from that when Gamzee, uh, started doing Stuff. She actively maintains friendships with Aradia, Kanaya, and Tavros, and is on good terms with Terezi, Sollux, and Nepeta. It's a bit more complicated with the others, though.. Their relationship with Karkat was very murky and tense at first, she wasn't having his bullshit, but he grew on them with time, when Cindy realized they both have similar goals and wants. She can't tolerate Eridan's bullshit and mostly avoids him, doesn't like Equius for his attitude and hates him for what he did to Aradia, Feferi.. well, they just can't find a common ground, especially because Feferi's royalty, and Cindy holds no respect for them. And Vriska.. he justifiably doesn't like her, at all, but is somewhat sympathetic of her issues.

She is a Page of Blood, and their journey of self-realization had to teach him that she can't win and please them all, that they can be their true self around her friends, and that he can also depend on others for help when she needs it

She learned to make chains from blood, his or otherwise, and use them in battle, and at their highest potential she can bind someone's body to another's and adjust what it means according to situation.

You're badly injured and there's no one else to help in sight? She can bind your body to hers and share their life essence with you, practically making it so you both share an internal system, and if she's healthy enough, then you'll be too in a second

He can drain someone's blood and give it to another if they need it, she can solidify blood inside someone's veins to make it hard to move

She can make a dying person's heart beat via a blood bind, but it's very draining for her and can be quite deadly if done hastily and improperly, and he can't do it when a body already went cold, at least they didn't learn how to, maybe with enough conviction and training she could one day🤔

Maybe with time she found even more uses and possibilities for her chains

She's a great motivator, especially if it's his friends that need morale, they always have their friends' backs

She's not a fan of being a leader, but can be if the situation calls for it

Overall, Cynthia is a person with an intimidating exterior, and warm and genuine interior!🥹

Here's the ref with both the casual fit and the godtier pajamas in full color👇

#homestuck #homestuck fankid #homestuck oc #hs oc #dave strider #homestuck dave #hs dave #sorry the writing is so barebones and mediocre i need to reread hs to freshen up my thoughts on the plot #snively doodles #snively ocs #cynthia lenore #I'm workin on the alpha lenore rn :33 #scopophobia #scars #I'm gonna develop them more as i reread homestuck <3 #and hopefully ill have time for more... doubt it but one can dream right #the sole purpose for their creation was that i wanted opposites of striders and i just want my favs to have more friends :')

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uwushitsuji · 28 days

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"do you ship sebaciel?" I dont consider myself a sebaciel shipper. I used to, when I was a teenager, but I dont anymore. Not to mention as I grew older, I became more sensitive to some things involving minors, and explicit content of them makes me really uncomfortable.

For obvious reasons, I dont see them in a romantic/sexual relationship (I dont even think sebastian is even capable of feeling sexual desire nor love the same way we humans do).

However, I adore their whatever-they-have. It's probably my favourite fictional relationship ever. And I think it's that great *precisely* because is not romantic.

You can only truly love someone when you see the other as an equal. Ciel and Sebastian are pretty much the oppositte: it's the unhealthy power imbalance what defines their dynamic.

There's no real love there. They are not lovers, they are not friends, they are not (found) family. They are not (only) master and servant. They are just Ciel and Sebastian. They are nothing, but they're each other's everything.

There's no love there. But there are several layers of codependency, messed up power dynamics, desire, manipulation, addiction, emotional abuse, possessivenes, cruelty and, somehow, some genuine care, admiration and affection for each other.

There's no real love there. But I have never seen two characters share their level of intimacy, devotion and mutual trust.

Their relationship is ugly, loveless, abusive, dirty; but there's some weird, twisted beauty in it. It's as disgusting as fascinating.

For me shipping them is a disservice to the depth of whatever they have. There's nothing romantic between them because there's no love. But the bond they have is even stronger than love itself.

There's no romance, but the desire, intimacy, trust and need for each other is, somehow, way more romantic.

The relationship between them is so complex and unique that I can't ship it, because they don't fit in any ship "category". They're just their own thing. Just Ciel and Sebastian.

#Black butler #Kuroshitsuji

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Sorry bout this thing but I kinda wanted to tell my thoughts about your stuff. Im kind of hoping this will get drowned in your inbox honestly, since this is just a really long unsolicited rant of mine.

Sometimes when i scroll through your account and I encounter csa, incest and mentions of suicide in your posts I get uncomfortable but then I remember that one phrase that goes something like "Art should comfort the disturbed and disturb the comforted" and I just feel kinda bad bout myself.

When I was a kid my nannys bf forced me to kiss him in the lips whenever we met. I was 6. It was uncomfortable. I never did tell my nanny about it. My parents are both police people and my mother had long explained the concept of rape and how unconsensual touch is bad and you shouldnt allow that but something prevented me from telling anyone what was happening. I dont know why. I know they would immiedietly jail that guy if they did but somehow it felt like no one would believe me. I never told them until now, then when I was what, 6-8 years old? I cant even remember. Yeah somewhere around that, he molested me when my nanny was few feet away and asleep and for the next 4 years of my life i felt dirty. Desecrated. Stupid. I couldnt even look down at my naked body when i shower back then, but somehow I managed to trudge on living by trying to forget the fact it happened. Its been 8 years since Ive last seen him. Ive told anyone who I knew who doesnt care enough to be friends with me but cared enough to listen about it but my Parents are none the wiser and i plan on keeping it that way.

Also. Im a year away from being legal now. Ive thought about killing myself or just generally not wanting to exist anymore many times since then, cuz lifes equipped with motolov cocktails of "get fucked dumbass" and i somehow managed to get a coupon for at least a million of them.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

Coming back to the phrase i mentioned earlier, it feels weird whenever i feel something similar to the feeling of being triggered while looking at csa being depicted. By definition, i would be considered a victim, and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont. I see your art and it guts me. It guts me and the fact that it does also guts me, because what does that mean? I am supposed to be the comforted? Despite the fact that I was taken advantage of as a child and spent night after might thinking how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equiped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children? So i do I correspond more with those who are defined as comforted then, was i not disturbed after all? Was i victimizing myself all along? Am I a bad person for thinking i was? No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

And then it repeats.

I still go through your blog because well, i love tmnt, i love your artstyle, i love the way you tell stories, I love how you dont sugar coat csa, incest and other darker topics like body horror, erotism and sadism, i hate how much it haunts me, i love the fact i can relate, i hate how much you hurt them, i love the fact that you dont hold back, i love how you show the ugly sides of healing, i love how you depict how much people can change and struggle. Its comforting to me. Its discomforting to me. I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

And i like it. I like it somehow, like taking a nice smoke break when you have mild asthma, but like, better. Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

But yeah. Tldr. Sorry for the trauma dump and your art makes me feel complicated. Its neat 👍

lot to reply to here! also, unfortunately for you, i check my inbox obsessively and dont get nearly as many asks as you seem to believe i do.

so firstly, no snappy saying is meant to encompass all of human experience, and you certainly shouldn't judge yourself for not fitting into it. easier said than done, i know, but still. i'm gonna try to address some things here, not gonna touch on all of it, but just know that i appreciate you sitting down to write me this.

(I hope that line made you laugh if you read this).

it made me smile, but i laughed at this, because it's a very sweet look into you writing this. puts into perspective how, even though this is public, it was written TO me. like a letter in victorian times or something. that's sweet, i like that.

and id of course would be comforted by seeing similar experiences happen to people because relating to something usually induces a positive feeling. I dont.

you're making a lot of assumptions here that are kind of wild in that "this thought process was clearly designed by your mind to upset you specifically" sort of way. I mean, would you say this to literally anyone else when they feel uncomfortable or triggered about viewing media that relates to their trauma? There's really no telling what a survivor will feel comforted by and you aren't Doing It Wrong by having a different reaction.

there's a reason i tag it as "csa tw" and that's so people can AVOID it as well as search it up.

how stupid i was and why I let that happen to me even when I was equipped with the information that makes me less vulnerable than other children?

i know you recognize at the end of the thought process that this is not true, but i feel the need to reiterate: there is no such thing as being less vulnerable than other children through your own actions. you can try to equip kids with knowledge that might protect them, but that doesn't make them any less vulnerable.

my dad told me about rape and molestation all the time, but he never accounted for the kinds of scenarios i was actually the most likely to fall victim to, partly because i don't think he actually knew much about childhood sexual abuse, and partly because he was more obsessed with the idea of me being kidnapped and raped/murdered than he was about forms of sexual abuse he'd consider more "mild"

No wait, that doesnt make any sense at all. Its all wrong. Why am I so guilty about this? Why am i subjecting myself to this?

i can't answer that one, unfortunately. personally, i like to feel gutted, it's cathartic to me. might be something like that to you, based on how you go on to describe it, but you might also be doing some kinda self harm.

I stick hand into the fire knowing I would be burned, then I do.

saaaaame. i triggered myself into a breakdown in class once cuz i'd been reading fucked fanfiction before class and i got SAD lol.

Its a nice change of pace to feel so conflicted like this, its a nice change of pace to feel anything at all really.

we are shaking hands over this.

anywho, no need to apologize! i am glad, if nothing else, to provide you with a strange and upsetting experience that is not entirely bad.

I really do adore hearing how my stuff makes people feel. it's like, a solid one third of the reason i do this. i still make stuff that doesn't exist to be shown off but WOW showing shit off and getting a response feels FANTASTIC. like, i'm in your head now!! you have been CHANGED by my ART. it's maybe the best part of being alive.

#nnstuff #ask #csa tw #asks are sweethearts

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0ana-girl · 11 months

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57 Reasons why not!

01. You will be FAT if you eat today, just put it off one more day.

02. You don't NEED food.

03. Fat people can't fit everywhere.

04. Guys will be able to pick you up without struggling.

05. You'll be able to run faster without all that extra weight holding you back.

06. People will remember you as "the beautiful thin one".

07. If someone has to describe you, they'll say "oh she weighs like 90, 100 lbs".

08. Guys will want to get to know you, not laugh at you and walk away.

09. Starving is an example of excellent willpower.

10. You will be able to see your beautiful, beautiful bones.

11. Bones are clean and pure. Fat is dirty and hangs on your bones like a parasite.

12. If you eat then you'll look like those disgusting, fat, ghetto and trailer-trash hookers on Jerry Springer.

13. The models that everyone claims are beautiful, the spitting image of perfection, are any of them fat? NO!

14. Too many people in the world are obese.

15. People who eat are selfish and unrealistic.

16. Only fat people are attracted to fat people. Do you want pigs to like you because you are one of them.

17. Anyone can have "inner beauty" but few can earn real beauty, inside as well as out.

18. You'll be able to move as quietly and skillfully as a spider.

19. Only thin people are graceful.

20. If you slap a fat person you can see a shockwave ripple over their skin. That's disgusting.

21. Do you want people to say "for gods sake get off me you're crushing me!!!" or "you are sooo light" ???

22. Underweight aka perfect body.

23. Ballerina? or beanbag?

24. I want to be light enough so a helium balloon could lift me and carry me to the clouds.

25. I want to walk in the snow and leave no footprints.

26. Starve off the parts you don't need. They're ugly and they drag you down.

27. Nothing cant be fixed with hunger and weight loss.

28. Saying "no thanks" to food is saying "yes please" to THIN!!!

29. Fat people are so huge, yet people look away from them as if they don't exist.

30. The only time people do notice a fat person is when they get in the way of that beautiful thin girl walking by (ok that sounds really horrible i know.)

31. Have you ever seen a person NOT notice a walking skeleton.

32. Nothing tastes as good as thin feels.

33. Is food more important that happiness in life? I think not!

34. Eating is conforming to everyone else's expectations.

35. When you start to get dizzy and weak you're almost there.

36. Hunger is your friend and it won't betray you like food.

37. Food is mean and sneaky. It tricks you into eating it and it works on you from the inside out making you fat, bloated, ugly and unhappy.

38. Think of anorexia as your secret weapon.

39. If you can name one reason to be fat, I'll name a million and one to be thin.

40. Thin people look good in ANY kind of clothes.

41. Food rots your teeth.

42. Puffy cheeks, double chins and thick ankles-- aren't attractive.

43. Fatty areas stretch and sag as you get older.

44. Ever seen the arms of a fat person wave hello or goodbye?

45. Eating little to nothing saves you money!

46. The average (middle class) American wastes OVER $8,000 a year on FOOD ALONE...it goes in one end and out the other. That sure is a lot of fat! No wonder so many Americans are obese and overweight!

47. Fat people make their country look bad.

48. Big people sweat more and they smell bad.

49. Fat people die earlier.

50. You'll be the envy of all the other girls.

51. All of the guys will want you.

52. You're less likely to get food poisoning.

53. You won't be exposed to all the chemicals and pesticides they put in food today.

54. You won't get sweaty on hot days.

55. The word fat will only apply to you in a sarcastic way.

56. No one wants to see a fat person dance.

57. Beauty Queen? or Dairy Queen?

#tw ana shit #tw ana fast #an0rec1a #an0r3c1a #ana rexx #pro rexy #tcw rex #meanspir0 #ed not sheeren #tw ed diet #ed bllog #ed disorder

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my-jokes-are-my-armour · 1 year

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You know, I always try to understand human reaction to something that I don't experience the same way. Because trying to put myself in other people shoes is something important to me, even if it is disturbing. It doesn't mean I will be OK with their version, but sometimes it helps me to find gray ground when I can be too passionate myself.

The whole "Jaskier hair do style thing" is right in my "I don't get it" spot, because it involves attraction.

I already told this but, it took me a very long time to understand that I didn't feel attraction the same way than most people around me, as I was growing up. Especially that I never have any sexual impulse when I found somebody attractive. I was putting the word because I thought that was similar for the other, hearing how they fancy some people. Also, while I recognise beauty, I am not feeling a thing for it.

I remember in my teenage years, having the weirdest "crush" in regard of my friends. For them, my crushes were ugly and I was strange. So I was saying : "they have charisma. I am attracted to that". Which was not completely false.

It's in my early thirties, when I manage to understand that I was ace, that I began to connect the dots and put words on the way I feel attraction. What charismatic traits I was attracted to in someone. And it changes with every person.

Very often though, I was attracted by someone's voice or way of speaking.

This is definitely the case for Joey for example. He is handsome in many aspect but, his overall softness (eyes, voice, demeanor) and the way he speaks (use words even) attract me a lot. For those who like my "cute joey overload" series, you will notice that the vast majority has him actually speaking. Because well, this is how it works for me 🤷🏽‍♀️.

For instance, in my teenage years, my actor "crush" was Alan Rickman when all my friend were falling for young DiCaprio. And I had never ceased to find him attractive when he aged, got fatter, and had less hair. For me Alan Rickman was magnetic. There was a softness in his eyes and when he spoke, I was glued to the screen.

The thing that startles me with the Jaskier's hair thing is that when I read very angry posts, comments or whatever about it, is not "they made him ugly" that I see but "they could hide imperfections better so I can still find him attractive the way I used to" (or for a part simply "here another reason to hate the show").

Also this is not a bad wig we are talking about this time, but his real hair. Don't forget that.

Sure they could have done something else. I see this is not the prettiest look. But I really don't see ugly there and I find him attractive the same way. I am not blind to beauty canon, really. And I genuinely can't find him ugly now.

The problem I have with the general rant about the way they made his hair is that it shows how uncanny normal imperfections have become to a lot of people. Especially in the online sphere.

There is a thin frontier between saying a preference about physical trait and actually make a person insecure about it. So be careful. Social media has a tendency to amply things as we find people with the same tastes.

Joey isn't reading any of this so I don't worry about him. And I won't make assumption about the way he sees himself. Maybe he doesn't like Jaskier's haircut. Maybe he does. Maybe he doesn't care. The only way the "they did him dirty" kind of comments would make sense to me would be if Joey himself says that he didn't like the way he looked here.

All I want to point out is that massive complainings about a physical thing can have repercussions.

It reminds me a youtuber I like, that has what I call "non typical canon beauty". He is not the one who has to most body shaming overall but it's there.

He is a bit short, with slight proportion issues, he is hairy, pear shaped and not muscular. I bet that the mental image you have with this description is not pretty at all. This is just a list of things that are commonly seen as not attractive and that he can be described with. But the guy is normal.

Early on, he seemed not to worry about the hairy part for example. One day, in one video, he pulled his shirt up a little bit to open a bottle with it. And people saw for the first time how hairy he really was. People thought they were joking, calling him Chewbacca for instance, or thought that stating that he should learn to use a razor was relevant. They found many ways to describe his hairyness, having fun about that.

Some time later he made a vlog where he drives a sort of submarine bike. The guy had shaved completely to appear topless... But people noticed the other imperfections. They joked about his lack of muscle. The next video he had to swim in a vlog, he went all covered, and people were like "why has he his shirt on ?" Really ? You really wondered why...

Now he almost never have clothes that let appear imperfections and hide if he has to remove layers. He is not shy to say that he has a poor appreciation of his body for a long time, but I guess the constant comments on the way he looked when showing "imperfections" didn't help with that.

And you know this one had to deal with unpleasant comments to say the least, even in the weirdest context. Like, he has a condition that gave him terrible sight. He had the cataract operation before his thirties to prevent him becoming blind later. In the first months after the operation he very happy to not have to wear contact lens or glasses. But then, his sight deteriorated again. Now, he often not wears glasses in his videos but he can't get without it quite often too, so sometimes he puts them on. When he first began to appear with glasses again, people joked about the fact that the operation failed. Like wtf !

Now people are used to it so it stopped but I was shocked it happened at all.

He had many remarks on his short stature or body shape over the years. It tend to have almost stopped now, fortunately. But sometimes it happens again when some imperfections are more apparent.

So now I want to understand. Can you tell me at which point someone is "uglified ?"

Here is the youtuber I am talking about.

The first picture, he was all groomed for someone else video. Second one, it's Instagram pose for a joke. The clothes are not pretty, but the angle is chosen to make him appear taller than he is, and hide some "imperfections". The last one is his more natural appearance, during one of his videos and we can see "imperfections".

If the first and the third had been reversed. Like, the first one would have been the way he chooses to appear for his content and the third the way someone else chooses for him. Would you say they uglified him then ?

He is as attractive in each picture to me, because what attracts me is something else I guess.

So it is the same for the new Jaskier look for me. I see what you don't like. I see some not flattering choices by the stylists team I guess. Could have it been something else ? More appealing ? Yeah maybe. This is my step toward you. But this is as far as I can get.

I don't see someone that turned ugly because of that. And most of all I don't feel angry about it.

I find Joey equally attractive now than he's always been.

Maybe you just don't like when imperfections are more apparent or certain hair cuts etc. Tastes and colors are your own. But ugly ? Really ?

1 : The new look. - 2 : The red carpet look for S2. - 3 : TAD photoshoot. - 4 : Live performing.

Is he less hot, in the first one, seeing those shots side by side ?

For me he has charisma over the charts in any occurrences (shown here or anywhere), he is simply better groomed or have a better angle or whatever in some of them. This is the same human being in the end 🥰.

#joey batey #the haircut gate #rambling #asexual blindness i guess

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thefreakydeaky · 10 months

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After the Thrill is Gone

Part One

Negan Smith x Reader

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Modern AU

Summary: From the first moment you laid eyes on Negan you were inexplicabley drawn to him. The passion between you is hot and only grows more intense the longer you see each other. There is only one problem, you're both married to other people.

Warnings: Dark Fic , Stalking, Stalker behavior, Smuttyness, Adult Language, I'll add more warnings as I post, so please check the warnings for updates on each chapter.

You spoke into your phone in a low voice trying hard not to be overheard.

"You know we can't."

"Can't or shouldn't?" Negan challenged.

You took an anxious breath.

"He'll find out."

"We'll be careful. He will never know." He insisted.

You chewed your lower lip nervously.

"Only to talk, right?"

"Yeah, just to talk." He assured you.

You let out a weak shuddering breath.

"Meet me at the place we used to meet tomorrow at eleven thirty."

"I'll see you there." He promised and hung up.

The next day, you wore the gift Negan had given you when he'd seen you last, a white summer dress with pink flowers dotting it. You slipped into a pair of buff colored sandals and left through the back door.

He texted you the number of the motel room. When you reached the motel, a bleak ugly thing with it's walls of dirty white stucco and fading orange doors, you walked along the sidewalk under the awning. You checked the numbers as you passed, your heartbeat quickening the closer you got to number three.

You knocked on the door. The door seemed to part from the frame slowly, almost spookily since you couldn't see who was standing behind it. You took a step into the room and then another and another.

"Negan?" You called softly.

You heard the door close behind you and jumped. You turned and there he was, in his black leather jacket and grey tshirt. Those beautiful amber eyes were watching you.

He came close to you, leaned down and gave you a kiss, a gentle little peck.

"Hello there, Babygirl. Wasn't sure you were gonna make it."

You swallowed to wet your nervous throat.

He pinched the sleeve of your dress.

"This looks beautiful on you. I knew it would." He rubbed the material between his finger and thumb, but didn't touch you.

"You said you wanted to talk. Well, I'm here. So let's talk." You had to muster up every ounce of confidence you had to say the statement, because you knew him and any sign on weakness he saw, he'd pounce on it.

"Mhmm." He took your hand in his. " Why don't we sit." He led you to the bed.

Careful not to sit too close, you brushed your hand down the back of your skirt and sat down on the tan and orange blanket.

"Tell me why you think we should end our... relationship." He hadnt let go of your hand.

You cleared your throat.

"You're married-"

"So, are you." He interrupted.

"-and if we get caught-"

"We just have to keep being careful, Babygirl. No one will find out."

"-it will hurt people."

His thumb rubbed soothing circles on the back of your hand.

"We won't get caught. As long as we stay careful and neither one of us gets sloppy, they'll never know."

The sigh you emitted grated on his nerves. You could tell by the way his jaw tightened.

"The way I feel about you...it's getting worse. I think about you all the time. I miss you so bad it aches. We can't go on like this. We'll never be-"

"How do you feel about him?"

You looked away guiltily.

"Do you love him?"

"I...well, yes, but-"

"I love her. I don't think either one of us would ever actually leave them. Not for all the world, not even for each other."

You sat there in the quiet for a moment, soaking in his words. Weighing whether or not they were true.

"So what real danger is there in seeing each other if we both know and accept that nothing will come of it?"

You peered into his mesmorizing whisky colored eyes. In their depths you could see he was every bit as addicted as you were. One of you had to do the right thing.

You stood up.

"This is the last time I'll see you." You bent and took a sweet kiss from his lips, drinking from them the last sip of the intoxicating drug that plagued you.

"Good bye, Negan." You said with finality and went out the door.

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You saw Daryl putting his gun in the safe you kept in your bedroom. You frowned, confused by why he would have taken it out in the first place, but you didn't ask.

"Honey?" You called from the doorway. "Dinner's ready."

He shut the little door and stood.

"What'd you make?"

"Some of that bass you caught last weekend and rice and potatoes."

He laughed softy.

"The kids aren't gonna wanna eat none of that."

You put your arms around him as he came closer.He was getting better at not tensing up when you hugged him, something your marriage counselor had suggested he work on. You were happy to see some improvement.

"Well then, it's a good thing I made them nuggets and mac and cheese."

He leaned forward and kissed you. His lips pressed and molded to yours.

"Mmm, you look nice." He told you, in that gruff voice of his, his hand slipping down your skirt and copping a feel of your ass.

You smiled at him, holding the guilt tightly between your teeth so it didn't make you reveal your secret.

"Thank you, Honey. Just felt like dressing up today."

He was a breath away from kissing you again when the sounds of feet running through your mobile home distracted you both. You turned and saw your middle child chasing after your youngest at the end of the hallway.

"Hunter! How many times I gotta tell you not to be runnin' through this house?" Daryl chastized.

Your three year old daughter came running to you, Nintendo Switch in hand, her wild curls bouncing with her every step. You reached down and took her into your arms.

"Millie took my switch." Hunter complained.

"Shouldn't leave things where she can grab 'em." Your husband reminded him.

Daryl plucked the game out of your daughter's hand and gave it back to Hunter.

"Nooo!" She protested, kicking her feet.

"Shh..." You hushed her, patting her back and followed your family to the living room.

"Alright, y'all it's time to eat." Daryl said tiredly. "Go and sit at the table."

Hunter and Wyatt went and got cups to serve themselves juice. You and Daryl began serving the kids macaroni and cheese. You gave a nugget to your whining three year old to distract her while you placed nuggets on plates. Then you sat her down in the chair next to yours and set her small plate in front of her. Daryl gave the boys their plates.

Then you each served yourselves the fish you had baked. Daryl got a couple of beers from the fridge for the two of you. Then you sat down to eat.

"How was school?" Daryl asked.

Wyatt launched into a story about how he had gotten in trouble for something that wasn't his fault.

"School just started last week and you're already in trouble?" You tried not to sound as disappointed as you felt.

"It's his fault! He talks to me like I'm dumb."

"What, some friend of yours?" Daryl asked.

"No. Coach. I didn't do anything wrong. I just talked to him like he talks to me." He shrugged.

"Now don't be doing that. When you mess up you gotta take responsibility. You can't be blaming it on other people. That ain't right."

Wyatt hung his head.

"But they want me to stay in detention after school all week."

"What does Mom always say?" Daryl prompted.

"If you can't do the time, don't do the crime." Wyatt replied, rolling his eyes.

"That's right. Your actions have consequences. If you didn't wanna be in detention you shouldn't've acted up."

"Yeah." Hunter put in.

"Hunter." You said in warning.

"Yes, Mom?"

"Be nice to your brother."

"But Mom!"

"But Mom nothing. Be nice." You told him.

He sullenly chewed his nugget.

"Ran into Ma at the Valero by the shop. She had Millie with her." Daryl remarked.

"Oh, the baby was acting up and I had some errands to run. I asked Ma to watch her for a bit.

"What errands?" Daryl's green eyes were on you, watching you so intently, it made you uncomfortable.

"I had to stop by the bank to make sure that hold from Amazon didn't go through and I had to go to Walmart to pick up some milk. Just a few little things like that."

"Oh." He turned his attention back to his food.

You fought the compulsion to come clean.

••••••••••••

That night after you put Millie to bed your phone rang. You heard from the other room and quickly made your way to the charger to stop the ringing.

You heart squeezed painfully in your chest at the sight of the screen. Negan never called you during the evening. He knew not to. Why was he calling you? You answered the phone. You went to the kitchen for some privacy.

"Hello?"

"I need to see you."

You sighed.

"I meant what I said. You shouldn't be calling me." Your thumb moved toward the end call button.

"You didn't give me enough time to tell you my side of things."

"I am sorry you feel that way."

"I need...to see you, Babygirl and I know you want to see me. We can meet up Friday morning. Can you make that?"

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Please don't call me again." You said and hung up. It hurt you to say no, but you had to do it. It had to be a clean break for both of you otherwise you wouldn't be able to stop.

A mere thirty seconds later your phone rang. You checked the screen and couldn't believe it. Negan was calling again. You put the ringer volume on mute and set your phone down to charge.

#negan smith x reader #negan x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl x reader #twd x reader #negan #daryl dixon #the walking dead

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jackoshadows · 2 years

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There’s just so much dishonest bothsidesing in the discourse about Arya and Sansa in this fandom.

For ex. I saw this post on the tag that got a lot of likes and reblogs and I felt it was so disingenuous regarding what happens in the fandom as well as in ASoIaF.

At no point, have I ever seen any Arya fan on here say that Arya is better than Sansa because she is ‘masculine’. Quite the opposite - we have critiqued this characterization of Arya as being a misogynist take on what it is to be a woman and how characters should not be constrained to patriarchal definitions of femininity and womanhood. Arya thinks that the woman is important too. Arya is just like other girls. Just because she likes to learn sword fighting she is ‘masculine’? How utterly idiotic is that?

On the other hand, you know who is constantly harping on about Arya being ‘masculine’? Sansa stans:

I am not linking to the above post - suffice to say that it’s from a popular Sansa blog. I mean, look at the nonsense above - Arya is ‘masculine’ because her hair is described as a nest?!

We have also never, ever said that Sansa is worthless because she is feminine. Never. This is the gaslighting that is very popular in this fandom and used frequently to give the impression that Sansa is unfairly targeted and hated on because she’s feminine. When in actuality, readers have only ever critiqued her for actual flaws the character has - like her treatment of her younger sibling, her snobby classism, her idealization of beauty rather than the person underneath appearances etc.

It’s Sansa stans who continue to argue that Arya cannot ever be Lady of Winterfell because she’s not the right kind of women. It’s Sansa stans who argue that Arya will never find love, have a romance or be pretty because she’s not the right kind of woman (Has nothing to do with age considering 11-13 year old Sansa is shipped with every Tom, Dick and Harry). It’s Sansa stans who devalue Arya’s political education and participation because she’s not the right kind of woman. It’s Sansa stans who deny Arya is also kind and compassionate because she’s not the right kind of woman.

Book Jonsa as a ship - where they basically take everything from the Jon/Arya relationship in the books - exists because Arya is not the right kind of woman for Sansa stans.

So while Sansa stans argue that Sansa is better than Arya in all ways because she’s ‘feminine’, I have never seen the opposite where readers argued that Arya is better than Sansa because she is ‘masculine’.

This is true when Sansa is a Lannister hostage and Arya is on the run from enemies. Yes, it does not matter whether Sansa adheres to partriarchal notions of femininity and Arya does not - they are both beaten and threatened with rape and suffer hardship.

However, again, the above is being disingenuous by ignoring Sansa and Arya’s childhood in Winterfell. There is a clear difference in how Sansa and Arya were treated in Winterfell because one of them conformed and the other did not.

We see this difference in Arya’s low self-esteem and having low self worth. In Arya feeling like she did not belong. In Sansa and Jeyne Poole mocking Arya as being ugly and horse faced, in her Septa saying she has the hands of a smith because she could not do needle work properly, in her mother telling her that she had to be like Sansa in looks and behavior - making Arya question if her mother would want her back while on the run in the Riverlands.

“…my hair’s messy and my nails are dirty and my feet are all hard.” Robb wouldn’t care about that, probably, but her mother would. Lady Catelyn always wanted her to be like Sansa, to sing and dance and sew and mind her courtesies. Just thinking of it made Arya try to comb her hair with her fingers, but it was all tangles and mats, and all she did was tear some out.“ - Arya, ASoS

Sansa conformed to patriarchal ideals of femininity because she liked it, she was good at it and she thought it an indication of high class and stature (For ex. she thought Arya should have been a bastard because she was not good looking and behaved differently). Arya was unable to conform because she can’t fundamentally change who she is as a person. We are who we are.

As Sam says:

His eyes met Jon’s and darted away, quick as frightened animals. “I… I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to… to be like I am.” - Jon, AGoT

As Arya says:

Sansa was two years older; maybe by the time Arya had been born, there had been nothing left. Often it felt that way. Sansa could sew and dance and sing. She wrote poetry. She knew how to dress. She played the high harp and the bells. Worse, she was beautiful. Sansa had gotten their mother’s fine high cheekbones and the thick auburn hair of the Tullys. Arya took after their lord father. Her hair was a lusterless brown, and her face was long and solemn.- Arya, AGoT

As Jon says:

Lord Randyll couldn’t make Sam a warrior, and Ser Alliser won’t either. You can’t hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn’t mean tin is useless. Why shouldn’t Sam be a steward?” - Jon, AGoT

The Septa and Catelyn couldn’t turn Arya into another Sansa because one can’t hammer tin into iron no matter how much one beats it - one of the central themes of GRRM’s story.

Sansa was the favored, beautiful, eldest daughter of the Lord of Winterfell. In canon, in the text, she was not jealous of Arya or sad that Arya did not play with her. Her only problem with Arya is that Arya is not graceful and elegant and beautiful like her, that Arya played with the lower classes like the stable boy and butcher boy, that Arya picked flowers from the marshes and gave it to Ned.

All this is right there in the text:

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody. - Sansa, AGoT

Why couldn’t Arya be sweet and delicate and kind, like Princess Myrcella? She would have liked a sister like that. It would have been easier if Arya had been a bastard, like their half brother Jon. She even looked like Jon, with the long face and brown hair of the Starks, and nothing of their lady mother in her face or her coloring. And Jon’s mother had been common, or so people whispered. - Sansa, AGoT

Sansa threw back her head in disdain. “You? You couldn’t sew a dress fit to clean the pigsties.” Sansa, AGoT

“Hodor!” Sansa yelled. “You ought to marry Hodor, you’re just like him, stupid and hairy and ugly!” - Sansa, AGoT

“I’m not like Arya,” Sansa blurted. “She has the traitor’s blood, not me. I’m good, ask Septa Mordane, she’ll tell you” - Sansa, AGoT

Sansa had once dreamt of having a sister like Margaery; beautiful and gentle, with all the world’s graces at her command. Arya had been entirely unsatisfactory as sisters went. - Sansa, ACoK

“Arya Underfoot. Your sister used to call you Arya Horseface.” - The Prince of Winterfell, ADwD

Take this post on the tag that bothsides the sisters’ antagonistic relationship as being due to ‘different interests’ and ‘life philosophies’.

Arya being unable to conform and be good at sewing and singing and not being beautiful and playing with the serving girls is interpreted as her being ‘immature’ and having an ‘ego’...

So what would it take for the sisters to meet in the middle?

Despite Septa Mordane being a terrible teacher, Arya forces herself to spend time sewing, hangs out with Sansa and Jeyne enduring their taunts (Because she can’t change how she looks!), stops playing with whom she wants like the grooms and serving girls, stops hanging out with her father, forces herself to live up to Sansa’s standards of beauty and elegance and being delicate and sweet.

What would it take for Sansa to meet Arya in the middle? Nothing! Because Arya has no expectations on Sansa. Arya doesn’t want Sansa to change the very essence of her being in order for them to be siblings. Arya doesn’t want Sansa to look different or be good at horse riding for her to love Sansa as a sister. Just like Arya loves Jon as a brother despite Jon being a bastard.

Sansa wants Arya to change and conform, Arya doesn’t want Sansa to change. This is important and the root cause and core reason for why the sisters have a contentious relationship. There can be no discussion or discourse on the relationship of the sisters without acknowledging this important aspect. Fans can go on overhyping the same few lines about ‘Sun and Moon’, however ignoring the discord between them and the why of it is just ignoring a large part of their story, themes and narrative arcs.

These themes are important for Arya’s story. That’s why Arya fans include it in their theorizing about Arya’s story and in discussions about the character’s current and future plot points in the series. That is not Sansa hate. Arya is the outsider, the outcast, unable to fit in because she can’t conform to patriarchal standards.

I’ve always had a soft spot for the outsider, for the underdog. ‘Cripples, Bastards, and Broken Things’, as the title of one of the (TV series) episodes goes. The angst that they have in life makes for more conflict, makes for more drama, and there’s something very attractive about that. My Game of Thrones is told by outsiders of both types. None of them fit comfortably into the society into which they’ve been born, and they’re all struggling to find a place for themselves in which they’re valued and loved and respected, despite what their society considers their deficiencies. And out of that, I think, comes good stories. - GRRM

Arya’s relationship with Sansa, Jeyne, Septa Mordane and Catelyn also resonates thematically with Hans Christian Anderson’s Ugly Duckling. It tackles issues of identity, loneliness, not belonging, bullying, feeling low and worthless. It’s about embracing and accepting oneself and loving oneself and Arya’s story is leading towards her being a swan raised among ducks.

And finally, analyzing the effect of the patriarchy on Sansa and Arya from a Watsonian and Doylist perspective is also not hating on Sansa for being feminine. From a Watsonian perspective, Sansa is the favored, high born daughter of the Warden of the North, who could do well in a court of Lords and Ladies. However, the patriarchy - especially in the North - restricting women into what they can and cannot do, means Sansa and Arya are denied the education that Robb and Bran receive.

It’s only because Arya wants different things and does different things that she spends time with her father eating with his men, interacting with his men, listens to him teach his sons, and gains an understanding of the North. So from a Doylist perspective, Arya has the wisdom and knowledge that Ned imparted to his sons, to be a leader of the North.

This is not saying that Sansa is less than for her version of femininity. This is not hating on Sansa for the kind of woman she is. This is saying that because of the constraints the patriarchy places on what girls can and cannot learn, while from a Watsonian perspective Sansa got the happy childhood, beautiful and graceful and excelling in activities assigned solely to the Ladies, from a Doylist perspective Arya’s inability to conform leads to her making choices that could lead to her possibly becoming leader of the North.

This is a critique of the patriarchy in Westeros that puts constraints on what a woman can and should be - this is something that GRRM tackles in Arya, Brienne, Cersei, Arianne, Asha and Daenerys’ stories, where these characters question and challenge the patriarchy in various (Good and bad) ways. It’s only by breaking existing societal rules and challenging the status quo that female characters can do what their male counterparts get so easily.

Like I mentioned earlier, these are all important plot points that GRRM is weaving into a larger story. The bastard, the cripple, the girl who can’t fit in with her peers, the exile, the dwarf - five central characters will make it through all three volumes, however, growing from children to adults and changing the world and themselves in the process. In a sense, my trilogy is almost a generational saga, telling the life stories of these five characters, three men and two women.

I ended up writing a lot here, but coming back to my point - Sansa fans need to stop bothsidesing and gaslighting the fandom on discussions of the character and the relationship between the sisters.

Again, no one, repeat no one is attacking Sansa for being feminine or liking songs or being good at sewing or having good manners. What is being criticized is her treatment of her younger sibling - that has no relation to Sansa’s femininity. Sansa liking romance songs has nothing to do with her mocking Arya’s appearance or wanting her to be a bastard or siding with Joffrey against her after Joffrey attacks her with a sword.

Don’t be dishonest. Don’t twist what people are actually discussing and saying on the tags into something else. If you don’t have anything to contribute, at least don’t lie and make up stuff.

#Arya Stark #Fandom discourse

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TIPS ON WRITING A HORROR BOOK (by me🤫)

disclaimer i am not a professional and this was for an english assignment i did in like 30 mins

quick cw for BRIEF mentions of some more deeper real life topics, nothing major though, and they wont be touched on deeply, just a brief mention. And obviously this will touch on horror themes.

A curious but brave protagonist, who is usually easily scared, alot of times hides under a tough exterior maybe. Ive seen that alot of times writers make the main character quite dumb, and maybe a little unaware of danger, but the main character can honestly be anything, these are just common tropes.

Usually, other characters, especially friends who experience the same as the protagonist, usually at the start of the story no one believes the protagonist when theyre yelling about seeing a ghost or something.

A monster, murderer, or just about any antagonist, as long as it's clear that the character is the "scary" one. Maybe not even scary, just “weird” or “creepy”, even ugly! Or maybe you can make it something else than any of those, surprise the reader maybe, like what if the antagonist is cute? Maybe even sexy? Let your imagination go free, the more creative the better.

A dark and misty setting, usually also related to something old and abandoned, often dirty as well. The main place should have some story, what happened? How did it happen? WHEN did it happen? Who caused it? Its good to start it out as more vague and unveil the story as the story goes.

Plot, come up with a good plot and story, if the story is about a ghost haunting a house, come up with why? Why does the ghost do this? Who is this ghost? What does it do? Ask yourself questions, imagine maybe that youre being interviewed about the story.

Tragedy, horror stories always involve something tragic, small or big. There is usually also drama or conflicts, also a lot of disloyalty and betrayals, such as when the protagonist's friends don't believe him and leave him alone with ghosts for example, or maybe one of the side characters see something, but the protagonist doesnt believe them.

Surprising scenes that the reader can easily guess are quite basic and ordinary in horror books, like for example the protagonist opening a door slowly and a monster coming out and attacking them, also if it involves a murderer chase scenes are quite common, hiding scene where the protag and their friends are hiding from a monster, the basic tropes are endless, but also be sure to add uniqueness, some never done before or rare things, maybe mix and mash these basic and rare scenes?

Chilling writing, make the reader sink into the story and feel what the protagonist and other characters feel. Write it in detail with alot of adjectives, maybe it reminds them of something that happened when they were a child, or their friend, family, anything, since it explores the character on a more deeper level.

Interesting adjectives, of course, everyone always uses "scary" or "horrifying," but expand a little, it's pretty boring if the same adjectives are used all the time, you can even search for good adjectives on Google, my favorites are distressing, dismal, ghastly, chilling, blood-curdling, and haunting/hauntingly, but those are just a few examples from a wide range of adjectives, and as i explained, the less of those more common in horror tropes the better, maybe the ghost is…enticing?

In horror stories, the book progresses to be more and more distressing, keeping the reader interested, but more in a more thrill seeking way, like how alot of people try out bungee jumping, or more on a darker note, like how people do drugs, seeking the thrill. Also if your book is more on the disgusting morbid horror side, the readers might be more morbidly curious, like how when you read a trigger/content warning for something, but youre still curious, and on a darker note, morbid curiosity and maybe even thrill seeking make people go on the dark web, or watching gore. Humans are and will forever be curious animals.

If you want your horror book to be REALLY dark, you can include darker and more traumatic topics, such as murder, torture, bullying, rape, violence, mental illnesses, harassment, assault and so on. Remember to handle things properly, not make them seem in a positive light or romanticise these topics, dark fiction is fine as long as its handled well and done properly, remember do some research, or if you yourself have experienced something, you can take inspiration from it and write your feelings for the protagonist or any character, it also keeps readers interested and empathetic, some may even relate if they've experienced something.

Symbolism, not really a “must have” but its great to add symbolism, since as we know it there are people who WILL read the book like it depends on their life, its great to do research of what something could mean before adding it, also if you wanna go even MORE deeper you can make the characters have names that mean something, like their personality, their trauma, what will happen, etc.

Speaking of this, you can add things and scenes to the story that traumatize or damage the character, and if you're going to make the book long or have many series, how this has affected the character? Have they healed? How long has it been? Have they gotten help? Like on the last part, remember to do research, or write from your own experience.

The story usually ends with a good ending, where they defeat the evil or something, but it's also good to write stories that end badly, or don't end? Maybe the monster comes back? If you're making a multi-series book, maybe you can end the first book a bit uncertain or a cliff-hanger, making readers bite their nails thinking and even making theories on "what happens next?”

Some of my favorite additions on horror media, not must haves.

Sometimes writers make readers empathize and sympathize with the monster, murderer, or any antagonist of the book. Usually, the villain has a reason to be evil and do what he does, no one is born crazy, except if you're writing some horror sci-fi, then it might work. This doesn't have to be clear right away, and if you're making a multi-series book, maybe it can be revealed later in the story, or maybe theres small hints and mentions of it scattered everywhere and the reader has to basically piece it together like a puzzle piece?

Another thing I like but isn't necessary in horror books is when the protagonist is actually the bad guy, and when the book is written so that the reader doesn't know what's going on, they're just told what's happening as if they were there,

Also i love it when writers add other characters' thoughts, what are they thinking, what are they plotting or what do they know or feel. It explores other characters more deeply other than the protagonist, making them more meaningful and more interesting, easier to relate or attach to. I kind of hate it how usually in horror books side characters are just plain npcs with only a few traits.

(sorry if the writing is bad english aint my first language🙏🙏😭)

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Just to give you an excuse to shout about him, what's your favourite trait of kryten's?

Bald :)

So like have you ever seen of the Benny Hill show and seen the running gag where he takes this short bald dude and just smacks his head like an honest to god boo. I wanna d that to Kryters bc it would be funny.

But to be a little more specific, I like his story the most.

WARNING: A very long discussion about Kryten like genuinely I've been writing this for like genuinely hours read my deranged ramblings at your own risk

It's expanded upon a little more in the novels, and in it there's more information about his time at Nova 5.

Poor bog-bot just wanted to help out the only way he knew how to: Cleaning, and in the process he killed most of the crew and nursed the dying ones to the where he was just straight-up in denial over their deaths to the point where he believed his own internal lies.

He can lie to himself, but not to others. I find that really interesting about him. Makes me want to learn more.

He wants to be a sarcastic little bitch-droid, but outwardly he will always behave like a mild-mannered single divorced 50's housewife with three demanding human/humanoid beings to take care of.

In the books, his existence is touched upon in a... very depressing light.

In Infinity Welcomes Careful Drivers, instead of being talked out of deactivating himself, he actually does so.

Only for Lister to bring him back, of course.

And throughout the entire book series he thinks of or nearly deactivates himself, it's more prominent in the books but I ~think~ he says it in the show too, but I can't be sure.

And oh my god Backwards. Backwards my best friend whom I despise.

There's so much Kryten in there, and his little internal insights are interesting to me.

He kills in reverse, for example. And the whole idea of him killing someone is enough to make him want to deactivate himself.

He also, canonically, when he has nothing to do or have any use in that given moment, will sit in his bunk in complete fear that he isn't doing what he was made to do, and the guilt drives him near insane.

I realize I'm only grasping at the books but they make me AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. He's such a. All the Dwarf boys are angstty but I've seen nobody fully touch on Kryten so it might as well be me, it is my SilliconGod given right.

I like how glittery he is in the middle series', it's very subtle but I see it and am transfixed. Bewitched even.

He ism't ugly to me. I mean yeah he's not going to get onto the cover of Vogue [he should though. Can you fucking imagine. Rob or Doug if you need any promotional ideas for those new projects you teased this would be so fucking funny please.]

But his eyes ARE pretty. To ME.

Also may I touch up on the comics because they are wonderful.

There's a few bits about Androids, that robot sitcom he likes, and there's a literal [offscreen] sex-scene, which can mean either:

Even though the demographic is specified for droids, because of the obvious, thinly veiled by humour classism sex exists purely in the show simply to appeal to humans because they're the ones who made it and even though it's a show for robots it's still got to appeal to their masters.

To go against the all robots are asexual allegations Kryten just genuinely doesn't like it because it is Icky to him and he's rather Get It On by cleaning [another canon thing in the books, dirty things, like literal dirty things like unwashed plates and umopped floors, fill him with rapture and make his mouth dry with lust. Also need ye forget DNA and becomes a human where he gets a major chubby while looking at a magazine article for vacuum cleaners...........

And his disdain for cute and conventionally attractive is evident in both the show and the comics.

He thinks Cammiles' appearance [both mechanoid and blob form] to be cute not despite of her imperfections, but because of them, and if that isn't just the cutest thing in the entire world I don't know what is.

He disdains a creature called the Geep in the comics, a autism-creature looking ass bitch that leeches off of human protectiveness with it's adorable fluffiness, to which Kryten is unbothered by, in fact annoyed by.

Same for the episode in the later series where........ uh........... well............. Cat gets pregnantenant and the kiddos use their shapeshifting abilities to look cute [like a hedgehog in a top hat with a little shopping trolley] to which Kryters Could Not Give a Single Fibre optic Fuck about.

He just wants to chill and be a little selfish and honestly he deserves it. He deserves that garden he dreamt of dammit.

Speaking of, it's not mentioned in the books. But he most definitely is hinted to have desires.

In Better Than Life, he's mopping the floor for Cat before Rimmers psyche taints the virtual world, and when the milk turns sour and Cats' Valkirie Sex Slave Army walk out on him seem awfully convenient since in IWCD one of Krytens' favourite scenes in Androids is where a character sets all the prosti-droids free, that combined with his response to Cat makes me think that he definitely willed that to happen himself and Rimmers' mind actually started poisoning he and Cats' part of BTL at the volcano.

And oh my god..... Backwards' ending.

He sacrifices himself for his friends, killing himself, not out of feeling useless, but because it was the only way he could come at use and save them. Or at least he was able to save just Lister and Cat.

The next book, The Last Human, doesn't really grab my eye but theres' a part where Kryten greets this GELF dude [or the dictator of the GELFS or something I don't know] And it's briefly mentioned that he just loves people that go against the system, that he totally would if it wasn't in his stupid code to obey, and it makes him 'shiver'.

He seems to want love, after being more than disappointed to have to tell Cammile to go off the her blob husband Hector [Hector is a fucking Cuck] but he did it anyway, even though the truth was he wanted her to stay, he lied to make her happy.

Because he doesn't see himself highly at all. He demeans himself to such an extreme it makes me want to take his stupid geometric head and kiss it because he NEEDS affection he needs to KNOW WHT IT'S LIKE SO BADLY and I want him to receive that!!!!!!! I want to give him that!!!!!

When I was a little kid I switched the channel to one playing Red Dwarf and all I could remember some years later was Kryten and how silly he was.

I then saw the promotional Red Dwarf AA ads for TPL, and I had no idea what RD even was at the time and thought they were just some weird mascots.

THEN. A little bit later. I was bored as shit with nothing to do and I flicked the channel again. Low and behold, enter El Roboto.

I could just FEEL the crush coming on so I had to literally force myself to stop watching RD and forget about it because god damn it not him anything but him. I even tried to get myself to develop a crush on literally any other character [as you can probably tell by now, and if not well... I think your reading comprehension might need a tad of work] it did not work.

So, he's been present in my life before I even knew his name, [and before I could even spell my own] and by that logic it makes sense why I just adore him as much as I do, it's like that dream you can't remember but the feelings you felt never left.

I joke about hating him but the opposite is true. The complete opposite.

He's my own special little guy, who I rotate in my mind when I'm bored and who's existence eases me when I'm sad.

I have been writing this for literally hours nonstop because I cannot hold back when it comes to talking about him. I'm sure if I thought a little more I could come up with another thousand reasons I love him but I have to go to bed.

#rd #red dwarf #kryten #kryten 2x4b 523p #f/o #<--- i am slightly confident enough to put this in the f/o tag as well as the rd tag and i'll ease into it #🤖🌠#it is nearly ten and i've been writing this since seven fucking SMITE ME

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