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sugurusdiscordmoderator · 1 month

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Halo bby! <3

Do u perhaps take request? I have been thinking about husband!gojo who feels offended after wife!reader told him about how men can only ejaculate 3 times a day after after she saw it on facebook :3 So Satoru had to cum in wifey more than what she believes because the truth is better than rumours, right? 🤔

hi anon! my inbox is always open for requests (it just might take me a little to finish them lol)

Sorry I’ve been working on this for like 3 weeks lol, I am going to take a break from writing Gojo for a little after this though (:

I didn’t proof read this my apologies

MDNI

cw: smut lmao, handjob, 69, riding, missionary, doggy, daddy kink (oops), shower sex, etc.

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You scroll through your Facebook feed, when an article from Cosmopolitan magazine pops up called “How To Make Your Man Orgasm Better”. You read through some of it, not really absorbing much until you see an actual doctor’s name listed as research for the article. I mean of course if there’s a penis doctor listed in this article it must be legit!

‘Generally, a person with a penis can orgasm no more than 3 times a day. It can become painfully overstimulating the penis after that I’m afraid. In fact over 80% of this study shows that the person with the penis could not go longer than one orgasm, and 95% could not continue after the second one. That leaves just 5% of the population able to orgasm a third time in a day. There is the possibility for an asymptote - a line that never actually reaches zero although approaching it rapidly after the number 3.’

After reading through the article you decide to scroll through the comments, reading about middle aged women’s sex lives and how their husbands are rather bad at being intimate.

But oh, you could not relate.

After all, you are married to the Satoru Gojo. As a newer married couple with no kids, the two of you fuck at least once a day, usually after work or before bed. You like to get a little more creative on weekends, with morning sex, shower sex, kitchen counter, couch (and just about any surface in the house he can bend you over he’s already fucked you on). You guys can have sex for hours, pulling multiple orgasms from you, but the most he’s ever came in a day is three! So that doctor must have been right.

Just then, your lovely husband Satoru comes home to your beautiful little house, strolling in with a smile on his face like usual. He sits his bag down and takes off his blindfold before making his way over to you and kissing the top of your head where you sit on the couch.

“Hi baby, how was your day?” he asks

“Good, I was just reading a medical article!” You giggle mischievously, getting up to join him in the kitchen with your phone in hand.

“You can read?!” He sarcastically responds, pretending to be shocked before coming up behind you to hug you. This time he kisses the side of your head near your temple, smelling your freshly done hair and you can smell the remnants of his cologne that he sprayed before leaving this morning. “What were ya reading baby?” He kindly asks, not joking this time.

“Well this doctor says guys can cum at most three times a day! And I was thinking about it and even when we stay in bed all day on the weekends having sex the maximum you’ve hit is 3 so it must be true!”

Your husband breaks out laughing, a truly angelic sound, but you’re not quite sure what he’s laughing at. He breaks your hug turning you around to face him with his hands on your shoulders.

“Oh. You actually weren’t joking.” He says reading the expression on your face.

“No babe. Here read it!” You shove your phone towards him with the article pulled up. He reads the same paragraph as above and makes a mental note of the doctors name and credentials and thinks about how he’s going to contact him once he proves this theory wrong.

“Oh, interesting babe. Since you’re so into these ‘medical’ articles you find on cosmopolitan, why don’t we test this theory for ourselves?”

You giggle and blush at his sentiment, still getting shy when initiating sex even after being together for 5 years! You close the distance between your bodies, wrapping your arms around your husbands neck and pulls him down for a kiss.

“Yes please” you whisper against his lips. Satoru deepens the kiss, taking control over you like always. He continues kissing you and backing you up until your back reaches the refrigerator. He plants kisses all over your face before moving down to your neck.

“Y’know, I think we’ll have to make me orgasm all different ways for it to count. Something about a control variable.” Satoru mumbles against your neck.

You’d protest but your pretty little head is thinking about the way his mouth is on your sensitive spot, too horny to shut him up. He pats the back of your thighs for you to jump into his grasp, and you do wrapping your legs around him like a koala. The two of you continue your passionate make out before heading to the bedroom.

Leading you to the gorgeous master bedroom satoru closes the door behind you even though nobody else is there. He begins unbuttoning his jacket and throws it on the floor followed by his undershirt and black jeans. He lays back, his stiff member pulling his boxer briefs tight as he looks over to you expectantly. You waltz closer to the bed, only wearing your matching silk tank top and short set that satoru bought multiple of and loves so much.

He bought every pastel color and loves when he can see your somehow always hardened nipples through the silky fabric. Today’s outfit was baby blue, which happened to be his favorite. Being Satoru’s housewife really isn’t so bad, he makes good money and takes care of you in every way. You just can’t help but be submissive to him when he asks you to wear certain things or cook a certain food. For this man, you threw feminism out the window, and oh how he knew that.

Satoru pulls you onto his lap, looking up at you with those stupidly beautiful eyes as he gently squeezes your hip. “Cmon princess let’s start this experiment,” he winks at you before helping you take off your tank top.

While yes, you play a submissive role in your relationship, he doesn’t always dominate you in the bedroom.

That being said, you roll off satoru so you are laying beside him, leaning to him to resume your steamy make out session.

“Mmm.. I love making out with you, we need to do this more,” he mumbles against your lips. You “mhm” in agreement before proceeding to enter your tongue into his mouth. One hand grips into his white locks while the other reaches down to rub his erection through his boxer briefs. He moans at your touch, reaching his slender arm around you and firmly grabs ahold of your ass, as if you would run away. Satoru takes over the kiss a little more, but as you’re still trying to be in control you stick your hand inside his underwear, rubbing your thumb against his slit.

You break the kiss so he can lower the underwear, before spiting on your hand to lube his shaft as your soft hand runs up and down. He shudders and rolls his eyes back, putting both of his hands behind his head, showing off his sculpted physique completed by the tufts of white hair on his armpits.

You try your best to talk dirty to your lover, being shy in bed like usual is not going to work if you want to make him cum more than 3 times.

“Such a pretty cock belonging to my pretty man”

Satoru knows he’s in for a wild ride when you start to talk seductively. It doesn’t happen often because while you’re vocal in bed… it doesn’t usually include words or full sentences. 😉

You keep eye contact with your lover while you rub your thumb in circles against his sensitive spot, on the back side of the shaft where it meets the head. He lets out a mixture of a whimper and moan while closing his eyes. You add the dripping precum to the tip of his cock will you rub him up and down just like he had shown you previously. He likes when you start towards the middle and rotate up and down, not too fast and not too slow, but not too much pressure and not too light of a touch. He openly told you before that you weren’t very good with the whole handjob concept even though you’re basically professional at everything else, and so he went into great detail, and now you can really make the man quiver.

You sit up, moving so you can use both hands, because his balls look just a little too neglected. You straddle his left leg, allowing him to feel your bare soaking pussy against him. He grunts at the new feelings, getting to be too much for him to handle.

“Baby please make me cum,” he whines as you start to grind yourself on his leg, matching the rhythm that you’re stroking his length. Your other hand gently caresses his full sack, you know he will be cumming so much tonight and you cannot wait.

“Satoru, baby, please? Cum for me?” You let out a small moan as he rubs his leg against you for some extra friction, which simply sends him over the edge. Looking into your big sweetly innocent eyes he shoots his seed all over his abs. Neither of you even look at his cock when he cums, too mesmerized by the lust contained within the eye contact.

Finally, you let go of his penis as he catches his breath with his eyes closed. You want to give him some time to recover but not too much, because it will mess up the variable data!

“My sweet, are you ready for more?” You ask innocently already devising a plan for what you’ll do to him next.

“Whatever you want princess,” he breathes out finally opening his eyes when he has caught his breath.

You try to remain confident as you shift your weight off of his leg and swing your body around.

“Can I sit on your face please baby?” You ask again sounding way too innocent for the words coming out of your mouth. Satoru lets out a moan at the unexpected question, his cock growing hard again.

“Please, fuck yes, please let me make you feel good,” Satoru begs, grabbing your legs to help you get adjusted.

“No baby, I want to face the other way.”

“Oh,” Satoru breathes out, knowing what is coming next.

You get adjusted, your warm soaking cunt hovering over your husbands mouth, thinking about how long it has been since you’ve done this position, surely it won’t take him long to reach peak number 2.

Satoru wastes no time diving in like a starved man. That is the thing about your husband, is he loves pleasuring you almost more than he likes being pleasured himself. Seeing and hearing and feeling you feel good drives him crazy, being the reason he loves sixty-nine so much.

Pulling out all the stops tonight you lean down, licking a strip down Satoru’s abdomen, the exact line where all of his previous cum was. You lick from the bottom of his pecs down the whole way until you reach the base of his dick, proceeding to lick a stripe up and wrap your lips around his tip.

“Oh my fucking god baby that was the hottest thing ever”

Now he really starts eating you out with a passion, tongue circling your clit before plunging in your hole. You attempt to match the bobbing of your mouth on his cock but he simply goes too fast. You come off his cock to let out a guttural moan of his name, which only eggs him on further.

“I’m - I’m not going to last long - ahhha - if you keep that up S’toruuu”

“Mhmmm,” he hums against your clit, knowing how good the vibrations feel for you.

You close your eyes before going back down on his cock, feeling him twitch as you messily tongue his tip.

“-m sensitive hmm” a muffled Satoru says but you don’t care. Using your previously covered in cum hand, you run up and down his shaft while moving down to suck on his balls. This sends toe curling electricity through his body, and he reaches his arm around your thigh so he can access your tight hole with his thumb. Sucking and licking while you feel his thick thumb being sucked into you. Being as turned on as you were, a first orgasm is almost instantly ripped from you, catching both of you off guard but you moan against Satoru’s balls. The combination of feeling you convulse against his thumb plus the sensitive state of his dick in your hand sends Satoru over the edge, but he at least gets to give you a warning.

“Cummin for ya again baby please take it all,” he says barely coherent being so overtaken by pleasure. You attach your lips back to his tip and finish sucking him off until you feel cum stop coming out. You try to get off of him as gracefully as you can, moving to lay down for a minute to give you both some air. You look at the lower half of his face as he licks his lips, and you hold out your tongue showing him you swallowed all of it.

“Cmere pretty girl,” he murmurs, wrapping his right arm around your shoulders and pulling your sweaty bodies close.

“Don’t get too comfortable my baby were only half done, at least,” you smile up at him and watch as he realizes you really weren’t kidding earlier.

Once you’ve recovered from your orgasm, you crawl back on top of Satoru, but this time straddling his pelvis, his semi-hard cock under you. He still looks a little out of breath, but you’re going to do all the work so he doesn’t need to worry right?

You grind your soft wet folds against his growing erection, “can I have it in my sweet pussy this time baby?” You ask doing your best to give him puppy eyes. His eyes roll to the back of his head, humping his hips up a little to give more friction.

“You can have anything you want Princess, you’re being such a vocal good girl t’night,” he sounds out of breath, whiney, and desperate as he watches you reach your hand down to line him up with you. You smile as you playfully rub his tip on your clit.

His hands cover his face, “please. Please stop teasing me, please baby,”

Without further notice you slip him inside, slippery from the previous orgasm Satoru ripped from you.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he whispers before a porn like moan courses through him, “y/n I’m so sensitive, I don’t think I can do it!”

You slowly ride and grind up and down his shaft, one hand on his chest to support you, the other rubbing at your clit. “Please, daddy… for me?” You emphasize that word, knowing being called that drives your husband crazy.

Satoru’s large skinny hands find the squishy sides of your hips and he squeezes hard. Not that he meant to, but there will definitely be 10 small oval bruises on your ass and hips tomorrow.

“Say it again…” he moans.

“Say what again?” You smile innocently, batting your eyelashes. With that he lifts one hand off your hip and lashes out a spank on your ass check, making your tight hole clench down on him more.

“You know what I meant.” God, something just slightly feral comes out of Gojo when you play so innocent but also act so seductive for him, especially when he hears that word from your lips.

“Daddy, I need two more orgasms from you, please?” You whine as you find a particularly good spot that his cock is rubbing inside you. It’s like your words revived Satoru’s stamina, firmly grabbing your hips again before helping you lift off and on him at almost inhuman speed. Each thrust goes so deep in you, you think you feel it in your stomach. A few more hard thrusts and he is pulling you off of him, and pushing you straight back so your back is on the bed now. He hovers above you, reclaiming his dominance, before pushing back into you with both legs dangling off his shoulders. You know he is holding out as long as he can, but he’s going to want you to cum first so he can feel you clench around his cock and push him over the edge. He leans down kissing your lips, forehead, and cheek before whispering seductively, “such a good girlll,” while emphasizing the last two words with two particularly rough thrusts. He continues his praises inbetween licks and sucks on your neck

“You looked so pretty on top princess but I just had to have my way with you,” before he leans down to suck which will surely leave a hickey. When he comes back up for air he breathlessly groans,

“And you just taste so good and your throat knows my cock so well!” You think he may be slightly going insane and wonder if orgasm numbers 3 and 4 are necessary. Moaning with him, he knows you love his dirty talk because he can feel you squeeze his cock without trying.

Satoru fucks into you with relentless speed, causing your chest to bounce up and down, and all you can do is grip onto his shoulders and let your toes curl from pleasure.

“Mmm, daddy, g’na cum for you,” you barely breathe out, getting closer to the edge as your back arches off the bed. At this he puts your legs together and pushes them back towards you, knowing exactly how to hit your favorite spot in this position.

“Come on princess, cum for daddy, that’s it,” he groans, temporarily forgetting about his overstimulated cock while being so focused on your eyes rolled back and mouth hanging open in pleasure. Just a few more thrusts and he has you squeezing his dick so tight, he knows he won’t last much longer. Your orgasm hits you, not even able to control the beautiful sounds coming out of your mouth, face red, tears threatening to spill from pure bliss. Satoru slowed his pace to let you finish your orgasm before pounding into you harder than before

“Sa-tor-u” his name comes out of your mouth broken up not being able to catch your breath.

“I-I’m gonna - toru!” Being fucking into overstimulation has made you squirt all over Satoru’s cock and lower abdomen, which puts him over the edge, two more hard thrusts before he pauses, spilling his third load of the evening into your throbbing cunt.

His breathing heavy, sweat making his usually fluffy white hair stick to his forehead and his whole body seems to be glowing from the shine of sweat covering him. God you feel so bad for him but also do you really? As he’s said before “your pussy is heaven” so like it’s not really bad that you’re giving it to him…

“Let’s get you in the shower hun,” you whisper next to his ear, having plans for how you can get at least one more orgasm out of him. Still huffing, he gets up and his glorious skinny body looks so beautiful you feel yourself getting horny again. At least you weren’t as tired as your husband!

You set out 3 fluffy clean towels from the linen closet and turn the shower on a good temperature. Satoru has his arms wrapped around you from behind as you both wait for the water to warm up. “I love you,” he says, kissing the top of your head.

“Love you too, Toru” you smile up at him, turning around in his grasp. You kiss him sensually slowly at first, on your tippy toes gently rubbing your fingers along his cheek and neck. You deepen the kiss, knowing exactly how your husband loves it. He reaches down, each hand grabbing each ass cheek and squeezing before giving you a light spank, causing you to giggle.

“Naughty girl, still haven’t had enough?” He asks down to you. Without responding you gently wrap your had around him and pull him into your beautiful giant shower. The water is perfectly hot , making your eyes roll back in relaxation. You pull Satoru under the water taking care of him first. He turns into your big baby, leaning down to let you shampoo his hair and wash his body. When you get to clean his pelvis area you gently lather his soft penis with soap. He whimpers just from you touching it, but you have to clean it! Next you fondle his balls, massaging the soap in. His erection slowly starts to grow again and you know orgasm number 4 won’t be too far away.

“My turn,” you say looking up at him and turning around so you ass rubs up against his hardening member.

Satoru pumps a generous amount of your fancy smelling body wash onto your pink loofa, his frontside still pressed up against your backside. His long arms maneuver around your smaller frame, using all his energy to make sure he washes you in every hard to reach spot, only detaching himself when he had to wash your back and ass. He ignores the boner that impossibly came back after cumming 3 times already, and thought you didn’t notice.

He opts to hang the loofa back up and uses his hands to sensually rub the soap in, starting with your tits, although they needed no extra attention. Your nipples have always been sensitive in the best way, so when he starts rubbing them you can’t help but feel your core heat up again.

“Spread your legs hun,” he whispers, barely able to hear it over the running water. You do as satoru tells you, and he runs his hands down from your chest to your folds, making sure the area is soapy and clean. Your eyes close, leaning your head back against his chest while he massages your slightly tender pussy.

You take this opportunity to reach behind you, grabbing your husbands hardened shaft, and lining it up with your slick cunt.

“Baby…” he groans, voice laced with concern.

“Shhh, it’s okay I’m going to take care of you,” you answer back and with that, push yourself back onto his cock. You both moan in unison at the connection, like a melody between the differences in your voices. You can tell Satoru is tired by his rather lazy thrusts, so you hold onto the shower wall in front of you, fucking yourself back onto him. He is back there whining and groaning uncontrollably, being such a trooper for letting you do this experiment on him.

He puts his hand over yours on the wall, while snaking his other around your waist and under you to rub at your swollen clit. Immediately when he touches it you gasp, not realizing just how sensitive it was from this evening’s fun.

“-hmygod, don’t squeeze me like that,” Satoru whimpers, you turn your head to the side to see his eyes squeezed shut, a blush covering his whole face and chest, and his abs flexing over and over.

Seeing your hot husband so worked up is just the ammunition you needed to finish this last round. You ask him to sit on the little stone bench you have in the shower, which the two of you don’t utilize enough. He sits and you turn around, reverse cowgirl, and bounce up and down with as much energy as you can.

You didn’t even realize how loud your own moans had gotten, his hands on your waist, with yours resting on his knees.

“Please Satoru, let go for me, cum for me please,” you babble and moan with your head empty. Satoru is completely pussy drunk and fucked out in a way you’ve never seen him before.

“Love you ‘Toru,” you moan out as you reach your last peak and the combination of words and friction send him over the edge. He nearly convulses, gripping your hips to the point it actually kind of hurts. No moans, whimpers, or grunts can even come out of his mouth at this point, his jaw is just slack and eyes pressed shut.

You still on his lap, he leans forward and presses his head against your shoulder, and you think you may have made him pass out.

“Babe, cmn, let’s get you out of the shower.” You stand up turning around to see your husband in all his glory, looking half dead on the shower bench with his cock softened and red. You give him and yourself one more rinse over to get the last rounds residue off and turn the water off. You help Satoru stand, although nearly a head above your height, he wraps his arms around your shoulders and lets you guide him out. You wrap his fluffy extra large towel around him and he slowly grabs the edges, just standing there letting water drip off and making no attempt to dry himself. You wrap your hair in a towel, and quickly dry your body off, tired yes, but not nearly as worn out as your husband.

You look over to him, head thrown back, holding onto the towel. You decide to pamper him for the rest of the evening, drying him off, putting his usual hair product in for him, helping him put on a clean pair of boxer briefs and crawl into bed. It’s not even 8 pm and the sun is just starting to set, you giggle but he hasn’t eaten dinner since being home from work. For christs sake he hasn’t had dessert either. He rolls onto his side scrolling through his phone as you get yourself dressed and brush through your hair.

You kiss his forehead and he tiredly smiles up at you. “Thank you babe,” you whisper, “you helped me prove that article wrong.”

His eyes roll jokingly, “well thanks to your damn article I don’t think my dick is going to work for a few days, so who’s loss is it really?”

You ignore his question, “do you want takeout babe? Are you hungry?”

“Can I just have ice cream..?” He squints up at you like a kid asking their parent to have dessert without finishing their vegetables.

“I guess..” it’s your turn to roll your eyes at him, “stay here I know how you like it.” That brings a smile to his face, snuggling into your cozy bed.

You leave the room to head to the kitchen and Satoru goes back on his phone. He googles the doctors name from the article that he noted to himself earlier and finds the email address.

Dear Doctor Yeager,

Please note that my partner and I experimented after reading your article, and I would like to inform you I am an outlier, and finished four times before nearly passing out. If you would like to do any tests on me please let me know.

- world famous Satoru Gojo

he pushes the send button as you walk back in with his ice cream.

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yingandzhan · 3 months

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Wangxian's sex life sometimes gets a bad rap in this fandom, especially their cnc kink.

I implore you, before judging others on their sexual preferences, between two consulting adults, just stop and think about it first.

I actually think it's a beautiful kink for them to have. It's one that allows them to be fully free with themselves and each other. It is one that helps them access those feelings bottled up inside of them. The one who keeps an outwardly calm persona and follows the rules (when they are in line with his ideals), the famously restrained. And the one who craved stability, who wanted to belong to someone, who just wanted to be wanted.

That's why this kink is perfect for Wangxian!

Can you imagine how full WWX's heart must be knowing just how much LWJ truly wanted him. Wanted him so badly he would just take him (w/wo permission depending on the time we're referring to - the blindfolded kiss or their first time in the bushes!). To know that the man he loves is completely and utterly beguiled by him and wants to ravish him so badly he doesn't even care they are just steps away from a public path!

WWX loves to tease LWJ and reap the consequences, he always has. Even more so now those consequences lead to sexual gratification for both of them. It is a perfectly healthy and normal (one third of the population have a cnc kink) way to enjoy your sex life.

Wangxian and their version of the cnc kink work hand in hand together.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #wei wuxian #lan wangji #mdzs novel #wangxians shared cnc kink #stop and think before you judge a kink

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rollinouttahere-writes · 6 months

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platonic yandere shanks and child reader

Better Left Unsaid

Yandere Shanks x GN Child Reader

3k words

“Don’t.”

With one leg still thrown over the side of the ship, you whip around and glare at Yassop. You dropped your head onto the railing and groaned, “Come on! I won’t even leave the docks, please!”

Yassop looked up from the gun that he was polishing, shooting you a weary look, “You know the rules, kid.”

“The rules are stupid!”

“Take that up with Shanks if you think so,” he replied in a bored tone.

You give out the most exasperated sigh and hop down from the railing with a huff. The boards creaked under the impact, more so after you began stomping across the deck. Both of you knew full well that talking to Shanks would get you nowhere. He’s the captain and your dad, he isn’t about to take orders from you.

Using more force than probably necessary, you open and slam the door to the captain’s quarters. It doubled as your bedroom, too. That was fine when you were little, but now you wanted your own space. Every time you tried to tell him this, you would just get waved off and told there was no room. It was either his room or bunking with all the other guys, so you begrudgingly accepted your fate of staying where you were. At least he put up a curtain to give you a little privacy.

After flopping onto your bed, you screamed into your pillow at the top of your lungs while kicking your feet on the bed. This was so unfair!

All you wanted was to leave the damn ship on a populated island. The only times you ever got to set foot on solid land was if they stopped at an uninhabited island, but that wasn’t enough for you anymore. You wanted to see people that weren’t your family, see sights that you don’t usually get to see, and pick out your own damn clothes for once! Was that really so much to ask for?!

Violently, you flipped onto your back and scowled at the ceiling, clutching your screamed-in pillow to your chest.

This was all so frustrating, but you didn’t know how to fix it. Talking to your dad was pointless, he never listened to you when you were complaining. The crew was just as bad, they treated you like a baby. But they were all you had. Shanks didn’t let you see, much less talk, to anyone else.

What you needed was leverage. You needed something that would give you enough of an upperhand to get him to listen to you. In essence, you needed blackmail, and you were in the perfect place to find some.

You grinned maliciously as you sprung out of your bed and marched over to his side of the room. Surely there had to be something in here that would give you some dirt on him! You aren’t sure what exactly you’re looking for, but you figure you’ll know it when you see it.

First was the bed. You lifted up the mattress to peek under and see if anything was hidden underneath. Nothing.

Next was the bedside table. You opened all of the drawers one by one. While you did find some stuff, it wasn’t anything useful. Some old maps, pens, notebooks with nothing interesting in them, a mostly empty booze bottle. Nothing scandalous enough to get a leg over on him.

There was a clothes dresser, too. At first you hesitated. No one wants to risk seeing their dad’s underwear, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

Pulling open the first drawer, you found a bunch of shirts haphazardly shoved into it. None of them were folded, and it looks like he filled this thing up blindfolded and under intense pressure. No wonder his clothes are so wrinkled. It was a bit of a struggle to close when you were done rifling through it due to how jam-packed it was. Part of a shirt was sticking out after you finally slammed it shut, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. It’s not like you were going to make it look any worse.

The next drawer was similar to the first in terms of how messy it was, but this time with pants. It’s no longer a mystery as to why he perpetually looks like he just rolled out of bed. Whatever, his unfortunate state of fashion is of no real concern to you.

As you dug through the mess of pants, your fingers made contact with something solid. You froze briefly but quickly snapped out of it and grabbed whatever it was you touched. It took a bit of effort, but you freed the object from its tangled up prison. It was a small box. With a lock on it.

Perfect!

This had to be it! If he cared enough to lock it up, then there must be something top secret in here! Giddily, you scurried back to your bed with your findings, not even bothering to kick the dresser shut. You were going to be confronting him with this anyways, no need to be secretive about it.

The box was tossed onto your bed while you dug through your own bedside table, looking for your lockpicking kit. Shanks was about to regret teaching you how to do that.

You threw the kit next to the box and hopped on the bed. The lock was tiny and appeared to be uncomplicated, you’re betting you’ll have it open in under a minute. Grabbing your slimmest hook, you jammed it into the keyhole.

It unlocked instantly. Damn, you might have to make fun of your dad for using such a useless lock.

The lock was discarded and you opened the box. It was full of pieces of paper and photographs. Interesting. You pick up the first photo you see. It’s facing down, the back of it says ‘Uta - 2’. You flip it over, curious to see what that note on the back means.

It’s a picture of your dad when he was much younger, but that wasn’t what stuck out to you. What really caught your eye was the little girl he was holding. She was very young, and her hair was split down the middle with one side being white and the other red. Both of them were grinning from ear to ear. You can’t remember ever seeing your dad look that happy.

You look at the note again. ‘Uta - 2’. The girl looked to be about two years old, so that was probably her age. Was Uta her name? That made sense.

But who is she?

No one has ever mentioned someone named Uta being on board. As far as you were aware, you were the only child that’s ever been with them. Maybe this picture was taken before Shanks became a pirate? No, wait, it can’t be that either. He’s never not been a part of a pirate crew.

You need more information. Setting the picture aside, you start pulling more stuff out of the box. There’s some sheet music. The handwriting is somewhat neat, but also big and exaggerated with more loops than necessary and hearts dotting the i’s. Like it was written by a child. On the bottom, the name Uta was signed in large cursive letters.

Another photo is taken out, Shanks isn’t in it, but Uta and other members of his crew are. Uta is standing on a box like some sort of a makeshift stage, and appears to be singing if you had to guess. The others were clapping and cheering her on. This was definitely taken a while ago. Benn’s hair hadn’t even turned gray yet. The back of it said ‘Uta - 5’.

The next picture once again has Uta in it. She’s sitting next to a little boy with black hair and a scar under his eye.

Why does your dad have so many pictures of some girl you’ve never even heard of? This definitely feels like a secret, but you’re so confused about what you’re finding that you can’t bring yourself to feel like this is really a victory for you. You need to dig deeper.

Once again, you reach for another photo, one with three people in it this time. You instantly recognize Shanks and Uta, who you don’t know is the seemingly newborn baby in Shanks’ arms. His expression is nothing but soft and adoring, while Uta’s is a combination of curious but excited.

How many damn kids has your dad taken in and proceeded to just never mention ever?!

You flip over the picture to figure out who this one is supposed to be, but freeze up when you read it.

‘(Y/N) - Just got here!’

That’s… you? You and Uta were here at the same time, but you’re just now finding out about her? What the hell is going on?

Frantically, you unceremoniously dump out the rest of the contents of the box. You’re desperate to find answers, anything that could explain why your dad has this top secret box dedicated to whoever this Uta girl is.

A picture that stands out to you is one of Uta helping the baby- you- stand. You’re a little older here, roughly a year old it would seem. A quick glance at the back confirms your guess as correct, and that Uta is seven. She’s six years older than you. Since you no longer have the squished face of a baby just welcomed into the world, your features are actually recognizable. This is definitely you and not just some other kid named (Y/N).

The mystery unraveling in front of you is so engrossing that you’re deaf to the world around you. That is, until the door to the room is thrown open. Your heart leaps into your throat. Oh shit! Why is he back so soon?! You scramble to quickly but quietly pile your findings back into their box.

“(Y/N), I got you something in-” Shanks voice falls flat and stops abruptly in the middle of the sentence. No, no, no! How does he know something is wrong already?!

You didn’t close the dresser.

Before you can even begin to think of what to do next, Shanks drops whatever he was holding and closes the distance between you two and rips the curtain to the side. All you can do is shrink in on yourself and gawk at his furious expression.

The second his eyes land on the box in your hands, he snatches it into his own. He stomps away and slams it onto the dresser while hastily rifling through it. He hasn’t said a damn thing to you since the realization of what you did.

Damage control, you need to do damage control, and fast. You move to stand, and utter out a quiet, “Dad?”

“Sit. Down,” his tone was sharp and left zero room for argument. He’s never spoken to you so coldly, even during your worst arguments.

All you wanted was to have a chance to explore the town, and now look where that has gotten you. This was a stupid mistake. Shanks and his crew were all you had, and now you’ve made a huge problem of yourself. What would happen to you if he decided you weren’t worth the hassle anymore?

You couldn’t help it. Between all the previous confusion mixed with his harsh treatment broke the dam and tears started to pour down your face. You sniffle loudly while furiously wiping at your face, and force out, “I-I’m sorry.”

With your head being in your hands, and your eyes clouded with tears, you have no hope of being able to gauge his reaction. Or see if he even cares enough to pay you any mind. Probably not, not when he’s this mad at you.

Your bed dips from the weight of Shanks sitting down next to you. Without hesitation, you latch onto him, burying your face in his coat while sobbing out apologies. Anything to make him stop being so upset with you. Much to your relief, his arm came around your back and held you to him.

“It’s… fine. I wish you wouldn’t have done that, but it’s nothing to cry about,” his voice was strained, but held the warmth that had been previously absent.

Even with that, you needed time to calm down. While your dad being annoyed with your attitude was hardly a new occurrence, him being genuinely upset was. Frankly, you didn’t know how to deal with this, and you were still terrified about how much damage your actions just did.

Shanks didn’t say anything else, instead choosing to sit in silence with you. You couldn’t decide if that made things better or worse. Actually, you could decide. The lack of words was absolutely worse, but you didn’t know what to say right now either.

“Yassop told me you tried to sneak off the ship. Again.”

Nevermind. You wish to go back to silence. All you did in response was bury your face deeper into his coat while mumbling a quick ‘sorry’ for your actions. You were going to dump out that snitch’s booze stash later.

His chest heaved with the sigh he let out, and his hand came up to pat your head, “I know that you don’t like this, I understand that, but sometimes you have to do things you don’t like.” There was a pause, but when you didn’t respond, he continued, “It’s for your own good. The world is a dangerous place.”

“But… But you’re an emperor. You’re the Red Haired Shanks. What’s the worst that could happen if we just go for a walk in town?” As far as you’re concerned, there’s no threat that your dad can’t handle, not to mention the rest of his crew. Even if someone is stupid enough to try something, they’ll deal with it.

He chuckled, but it was humorless, empty, “Just because I’m an emperor doesn’t mean that bad things won’t still happen. That bad things haven’t already happened.”

“Where is Uta?”

Bringing her up was risky, you knew that, but you need answers. You need to get to the bottom of why Shanks is like this, and this is the closest you feel that you’ve ever come to finding out.

Shanks became rigid at the mention of her name. The hand on your head was now squeezing, bordering on painful from how tight it was. You tried to wiggle away but couldn’t break his hold.

“She’s gone.”

“She died?!” While you didn’t know what to expect, it certainly wasn’t that.

“No!” Shanks' hand dropped down onto your shoulder and wrenched you away from him. His eyes were wide and wild, “She’s not dead!”

You visibly recoiled from him, you can’t remember a time you’ve ever heard him yell. Once again, you can feel your eyes start to water and your lip tremble. God, what you wouldn’t give for this whole interaction to just be over already. Or for it to have simply never happened in the first place.

His face fell, and he looked away from you with a grimace. Mercifully, his grip had relaxed a bit and no longer felt like a vice on you. “Uta is alive and well, she just isn’t here. Not anymore.”

“Why not? Where is she?” You had more questions with every answer he gave, this wasn’t making any sense. What could have happened to result in her not being here? He wouldn’t just… abandon her. Would he?

“Because I wasn’t able to protect her,” his voice was so quiet that if you were any further away from him you wouldn’t have heard him. “She needed to be left in someone else’s care for her own good. I wasn’t able to keep her safe, and that’s something that I will never let happen again. Not with you.”

“But what happened? I don’t understand,” you felt like you were simultaneously getting closer and also further from the truth. Nothing about this was making sense. There was a bigger story here, but he was seemingly hellbent on keeping his answers to you vague.

“You don’t need to understand, you’re just a child. Do both of us a favor and forget about what you saw and what’s been said,” Shanks got to his feet, moving to leave not only the conversation, but also the room entirely.

You launched yourself off the bed and grabbed onto his arm, “Wait! You can’t just tell me to forget about this! I want answers!” You weren’t about to let him get out of this discussion so easily.

“Well, (Y/N), sometimes you don’t always get what you want. We’re done talking about this,” the way he spoke to you was slightly condescending. He turned to face you and crouched down to be at eye level, “How about you take a nap? Seems like you need one.”

You were getting on his nerves, that was a given, but you couldn’t up and let this go. Scoffing, you crossed your arms and glared at him, “I don’t need a nap, I’m not a baby.”

Shanks smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes, “Could’ve fooled me with the way you’re acting today.”

As much as you wanted to yell and be mad about what he just said, your mind went blank. You felt dizzy and like you couldn’t remember how to control your body. A second later, you stumbled and crashed into Shanks who caught you with ease.

Haki. He used Haki on you.

Distantly, you registered being lifted off the ground. Your head was pounding and felt like it was packed with cotton to the point of bursting. A few steps later, you were dropped on a bed. You’re so out of it that you can’t even tell if it’s yours or his.

An attempt was made to say something, anything, but your tongue refused to cooperate. All you could do was stare up at the blurring form of Shanks helplessly, wondering why he would go to such an extreme over you asking a few questions.

The last thing you remember is a blanket being pulled over you before everything fades to black as you’re forcibly thrown into a restless sleep.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #yandere one piece #platonic yandere #shanks #red haired shanks #yassop #yanderefangirl

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shooting-love-arrows · 4 months

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What’s Yandere Barbarians kinks? (I assume one of them is breeding? 🥰)

Also I assume that the men of his clan are raised a certain way to follow in their fathers’ foot steps, but what of the women born into his clan? What’s their role? (I think you said that they were “traditionalists”?) And how would courtship work for them since they aren’t abducted or anything?

*I just wanna be a house wifey/mother to my lovely barbarian man 🙈

Dear Anon,

What of the women born into his clan? What’s their role? The barbarian woman:

Stay in the village most of the time. They aren't trained enough to go on the raids or fight bigger armies. But that doesn't mean they're harmless. They are trained in basic combat and to wield a white weapon so that they can protect themselves in case of an intruder or attack.

They hold the power in the village/camp/location they are currently residing. They are the one to decide if the place is good enough to camp, make sure there's enough supplies (food/medicine/sacrificial artifact/etc). If there's not enough, they turn to males who are responsible for bringing the females necessary supplies.

They are considered gifts from the beings above. Since the birth of females is rather low among the barbarians, when one is born, it's a moment a family should fervently pray for giving them such a blessing. After all, it is the woman who is a gifter and nourishes life. So with that in mind, they are also considered a link between the mortal world and eternal one. They are the priestesses.

They're the one to lead sacred ceremonies, give blessings, organize the funeral, pray and give sacrifices to gods. If one doesn't have the necessary blessing from a head female of their family (which is usually the oldest), then there is little to no chance you can do in some matters. You can always try persuading the head female but you never know how it can end up, since they can end up cursing you.

How would courtship work for them since they aren’t abducted or anything? Barbarian courting traditions when it comes to their own people still includes kidnapping. Since I mentioned earlier, there is significantly less females in the barbarian population. This means there is high competition among male members of the population. So in the end this part of the courting is still a bloody mess. At first, the male is supposed to woo the female with a show of power/wealth/ability to provide and protect her. Those are the generall first stages of courtship. Kidnapping comes as the last step. It is the ultimate test of his ambition and abilities. The difficulty lies in the fact that he has to kidnap the bride from her household/family. Remember, all of them can harm him and they will protect their daughter with all they have since they are probably made aware that there’s a bachelor interested in her in the first place. If he succeeds, then he's supposed to bring her to his tent/house, where the members of the bride's family have a last chance to take her back by attempting to buy her out of captivity. If the family fails, the woman and man are considered engaged and are supposed to be blessed by the head females of each of their households. From this day onward, the future bride is to live in her future husband's household.

What’s Yandere Barbarians kinks? Yandere! Barbarian (some of the) kinks would include:

Breeding. It's only normal to desire an offspring(s). And since Yandere! Barbarian lets his primal instincts take control in most situations, I think he'll like to have one too.

Blindfolding their partner. You don't need to see him during your passionate and rough love making. You only need to feel him and bask in the pleasure he gives you. He just loves how confused and helpless you look. Sprawled on the bed, swallowed by thick furs and left at his mercy, not even knowing what’s to come next.

Role play (prey [the reader] and a hunter [Yandere! Barbarian])/chasing. He loves a good dose of adrenaline. The feeling of his heart speeding up to the point it’s ready to burst out of his chest, the thin layer of sweat on his skin and the wind blowing his hair and filling his lungs with fresh air. It’s what gets him going. So with that in mind, he’ll let you run away from him, only to chase you down and in the end catch you. Once he does, there’s no escape. He will hold you tightly, hugging your body to his like he’s trying to be one with you. He'll most likely take on the spot he has caught you.

I hope that answers some the questions. I am sure you'll be a perfect wife for him :)

@shooting-love-arrows

#s.l.arrows answers <3

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drdemonprince · 8 months

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Hello! You have opened a fascinating door into kink communities I didn't even know existed. Thanks for that. I was describing some of your steamworks adventures to my partner, who works as a Disease Intervention Specialist (aka DIS, a government healthcare worker who administers free/low-cost STD testing and then attempts to track down and notify+test the recent sexual partners of any infected individuals). (He brings some INSANE stories home from work and gets to give sex ed talks at the local Christian college using a model penis that actually ejaculates--but I digress.) He was horrified by the hypothetical situation where an infected person could have blindfolded sex with an unknown number of nameless strangers. It's hard enough trying to track down partners when the patient only knew them by their Grindr username. How do you have safe sex in these situations? Some STDs can be transmitted via skin-to-skin contact even with a condom. Do venues like steamworks enforce any rules around testing/protection/etc.?

If your partner is 'horrified' by the actual sex lives of the populations he ostensibly serves I think he needs to read more from harm reductionist thinkers and queer activists from a variety of past eras and work on processing his feelings of judgement to ensure it doesn't impact his actions in that line of work.

The books and Melancholia and Moralism, Saving Our Own Lives, and Beyond Shame: Reclaiming the Abandoned History of Radical Gay Sexuality are good places to start.

If you're having anonymous or blindfolded sex in cruising spaces, one route of managing risks is to assume that every person there could be infected with STIs you do not have and to plan accordingly. Vaccines, condoms, PreP, testing, and education are just some of the tools at one's disposal, and one should always be cognizant of the risks that one is consenting to. Steamworks has sexual health educators and testers present within their space regularly, but they don't gatekeep based on serostatus, health status, drug regimen or use of protection -- doing so wouldn't be feasible and would be problematic on multiple grounds.

I don't believe the goal of a public health initiative or a life well lived is to eliminate all risk, or to regard the presence of any infection in any human body as unacceptable, but rather to empower people to make informed decisions about the level of risk they are comfortable confronting, or that is worth the numerous benefits to them.

Personally, I was in far greater danger when I didn't have access to such spaces. Cruising spaces make negotiating sexual consent far safer than privately dating and hooking up with someone, and Steamworks are vitally important queer community spaces, and for me are well worth the trade off. No one should have any illusions about this ever being an experience that they can eliminate all risk from, rather they should anticipate it and plan for it.

I think "safe sex" is an unhelpful framework to pursue because it is so binary and can't ever be guaranteed. What does safety mean? Which types of exposures do we consider to be "unsafe"? Am I unsafe if I encounter another person who, like me, has had a cold sore before, like 80% of the population? Or someone who has a strain of HPV I am vaccinated against? What about if I have an encounter with somebody with a cold? I'm "safer" being fucked by an HIV positive person who is undetectable and wearing a condom than I am having barrier free sex with a long term partner who cheats. I can't even know I'm taking a risk in the latter case; at Steamworks, I'm assuming my risk level to be on the high end and planning accordingly.

I understand that testing and tracing are important parts of public health for our populations. It was vitally important when monkeypox broke out. Maybe Steamworks should collect member emails and alert them if there was a reported transmission on a night that they visited. Though even then, there are some negative public health implications to dozens of people panicking. But there is no means of eliminating all risk entirely or tracing all human sexual behavior and I would be myself pretty horrified if there was.

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hersurvival · 2 months

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You know the word 'visceral'

You know it's deep, soft guts and gore, involuntary, abhorrent, out of control

It's feral, it's violent

It will find you

A black bear hit by a truck, pulled off the road to watch it cross, you're eight, you see the cubs in the trees

One morning the police have the road blocked, driving home later, you see the blood in the street, fur and flesh, a moose lay in the ditch

After school on the highway, a jeep has rolled over between the lanes, you can see the driver's face, upside down in the snow, people rushing in aid

Thanksgiving dinner, the sirens are rushing downtown, they shot a friendly homeless man outside of the gas station, they didn't clean it up very well

Missing posters for a kid, a long investigation, he went to school with your cousin, they found his truck dumped miles out of town, but he was pistol whipped at the house behind your backyard, led with a blindfold down to the river, executed by his 'friends' over something that never came out

Some teenagers lured a girl to the falls, you've hiked there with your dogs, it's a long fall, they pushed her over the ledge and left, they were only caught because they took her phone

It's just after midnight, you heard the gunshot, a coworker has just drunkenly shot your friend, they were roommates, lived in the cul-de-sac over, she was 90 pounds and a big sister

You work night shifts now, you smell the smoke, this is the second house fire in two years, not yet any emergency vehicles, the first time the report said everyone was fine but it's 2 am, the population is aging, people are sleeping, this time a couple burned up in their bed

He was found on the ice, he's covered in bruises and blue, they let you in the room, they're trying to warm him up, but his brain is bleeding, he's thrashing, he only lives for another hour or two

Visceral,

You know where it comes from but you won't see it coming

It drags you under, a quick undertow out to sea, too far, too deep

You never truly make it out, snowy roads and smoky neighborhoods haunt you now

@nosebleedclub March 10th - Viscera

#poets on tumblr #writing #poem #poetry #spilled ink #spilled thoughts #writing prompt #original writing #spilled poem #spilled writing

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halalchampagnesocialist · 2 months

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A massacre is unfolding in Rafah, where the population of two-thirds of the besieged Gaza strip—over 1.5 million Palestinians—has been forcibly displaced. News that the Egyptian state is building a prison camp to receive Palestinians, presumably after the impending Israeli ground invasion will have shocked the conscience of many, while footage already emerging day after day is harrowing: body parts strewn on the road; families, their homes, and a mosque burned to piles of ash; the shredded corpse of a young girl hanging off a wall, where it had been thrown by a blast. For Palestinians across the globe who are waiting, watching, and hanging on every moment, the feeling of dread suffocates us—we realize fully the simple fact that nobody is coming to save us. Meanwhile the colonizers post videos of themselves smiling while blowing up our homes, cook meals in our occupied kitchens while starving us to death, pose with our undergarments as trophies while calling us whores, and dance in merriment alongside a line of our blindfolded prisoners.

#palestine #israel #gaza

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blueiskewl · 5 months

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Archaeologists Uncover 'Prison Bakery' in Pompeii

An ancient bakery operated by slaves has been discovered in the ruins of Pompeii, the Pompeii Archaeological Park said in a statement released Friday.

Enslaved people and donkeys were locked up together and used to power a mill to grind grain for bread, according to details of the discovery provided by the park.

The site consists of a narrow room with no external view but only small, high windows covered by bars through which minimal light passed. There were also indentations in the floor “to coordinate the movement of the animals, forced to walk around for hours, blindfolded,” the statement said.

The discovery was made in the Regio IX section of the popular tourist site, which is also an ongoing archaeological dig. The area is currently being excavated as part of a larger project designed to secure and maintain previously excavated areas of the Roman city.

Archaeologists discovered the bakery while excavating an ancient Pompeiian home that was being renovated when Mount Vesuvius erupted in 79 C.E., covering the city of Pompeii with ash.

The bodies of three victims of the eruption were found in recent months, believed to be residents of the home rather than slaves. The house was divided into a residential section with “refined frescoes” on one side, and a commercial bakery on the other.

Next to the bakery was the dimly lit prison area, Pompeii Archaeological Park director Gabriel Zuchtriegel said in an interview posted on the site’s YouTube channel.

“What has emerged is testimony of the backbreaking work to which men, women, and animals were subjected in the ancient mill-bakeries,” he added.

Zuchtriegel said these prison bakeries were previously described by the Roman writer Apuleius in the 2nd century C.E., in his novel “Metamorphoses” (also known as “The Golden Ass”), in which the protagonist, Lucius, “transformed into a donkey and was sold to a miller.” Zuchtriegel said the episode was based on the writer’s direct knowledge of the animals and humans living and working together.

The newly discovered prison area had no doors to the outside, only to the inner atrium.

“It is, in other words, a space in which we must imagine the presence of people of servile status whose owner felt the need to limit the freedom of movement,” Zuchtriegel said.

“It is the most shocking side of ancient slavery, the side devoid of relationships of trust, where it was reduced to brute violence, an impression which is fully confirmed by the closing of the few windows with iron grates.”

Archaeologists also believe that the indentations in the slab flooring were not made by repetitive movement but were carved to prevent the donkeys and other animals from slipping on the pavement and to force them to only walk in a circular motion to grind the grain, almost like a clockwork mechanism.

“The iconographic and literary sources, in particular the reliefs from the tomb of Eurysaces in Rome, suggest that a millstone was normally moved by a couple made up of a donkey and a slave,” Zuchtriegel said.

“The latter, in addition to pushing the grindstone, had the task of encouraging the animal and monitoring the grinding process, adding grain and removing flour.”

The site will complement an exhibition that opens December 15, called “The Other Pompeii: common lives in the shadow of Vesuvius,” which is dedicated to what Zuchtriegel calls the “myriad of individuals often forgotten by historical chronicles, such as the slaves, who constituted the majority of the population and whose work contributed significantly to the economy, but also to the culture and social fabric of Roman civilization.”

By Barbie Latza Nadeau.

#pompeii #Archaeologists Uncover 'Prison Bakery' in Pompeii #ancient artifacts #archeology #archeolgst #history #history news #ancient history #ancient culture #ancient civilizations #roman history #roman empire #mount vesuvius

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cheshire-silent-cat · 1 year

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What is wrong?

Chishiya x fem!reader

Paring: chishiya shuntarō x fem! Reader

Warning: angst, unprotected sex , weaponry, pure smut, cuss words.

🔞 minors do not interact 🔴

****************story begins here ***************

You and chishiya had a complicated relationship well it was more like an odd arrangement. Where chishiya was able to take out his frustrations on you and in return you get to have this beautiful man to yourself. Even though he is your boyfriend it was rare that you got alone time however when chishiya really wanted to see you, even with his busy schedule, he was smart enough to figure out how.Much time has gone by since that arrangement was made and now it was obvious that you both felt something more but of course you were both equally too stubborn to admit it.

Ever since all of Tokyo’s population disappeared and you and chishiya appeared in this world. Chishiya seemed to have developed a habit of taking out all of his unhappy emotions on you and he’d rarely tell you the cause of his distress. He is very private and to be honest you really can’t ask that many questions when your brains have been fucked out.

“Chishiya welcome back” you said jumping down from your bed and rushing to hug the blonde man. “I’m so glad you are okay” you continued, hugging the man tightly. “Yh me too” chishiya said barely looking at you, “are you o-” you tried to ask, unable to complete the last syllable as he pressed his lips against yours, pinning you to the wall, he pulled away from you allowing you to breathe “shuntarō, please” you said hoping he’d let you go. His eyes completely darkened with greed, his gaze matching every other time things started like this, he starred at you like a beast ready to devour its prey. He grabbed the back of your neck allowing him access to leave his marks on your neck and body. “Chishiya…no” you whined, “do you want me to stop” he said starring directly at you. “I’m just not in that mood right now” you said regaining your composure. Chishiya’s hand moved closer to you caressing your body, “that’s unfortunate, let me check” his hands travelled into your shorts, forcing you to gasp for air, taking his fingers that were drenched in your juices out of your shorts and forcing it into your mouth, your desire became evident and you surrendered to your need for him , you began sucking on his fingers and pulled out his cock out of his swim trunks. Pointing his fingers to the ground he instructed you to go down on him, you fell to your knees, and without warning chishiya pushed his length into your mouth, facing fucking you. Looking down on you only made him need more. His waist stuttering he was loosing his composure, but abruptly stopped ruining his own climax. He put a blindfold on your eyes and continue face fucking you, his thrusts became tougher and the grip he had on your hair became tighter, it was apparent he was at the verge of release, the blonde man threw his head back allowing his warm seed to flow down your throat, slightly spilling out of your mouth as you choked on his fluid. He took a sit admiring your helplessness. “That’s not a good girl, you wasted some of it” he said in a mocking tone watching you cough and gasp for air it made him chuckle “are you enjoying this” he asked “no….master” you replied, “how come your body is being much more honest than you, don’t worry I’ll fix you” he said raising you up.

Your hands stretched out pressing against the wall, and your legs spread apart allowing for easier access. Chishiya without warning entered you with a powerful thrust forcing you to bend lower and your nails to scratch the wall. His thrusts were rough but rhythmic, never breaking his pace he enjoyed seeing you like this. He asked questions but you couldn’t remember what he said, his words were muffled and like a broken record all you could call out was “shuntarō” you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach, your curses mixed with moans you were sure the other members of the beach could hear how loud you were but you didn’t care, you couldn’t think your eyes rolled to the back and your tongue hung loosely. The man decided to punish you for not answering his questions, the coil in your stomach tighter further and you toes curled more. Suddenly the thrusts stopped, chishiya had taken out his cock, your mind went foggy, you were completely broken “put… put it…. Put it back. Fuck. Put it back please, please, please let me cum” chishiya feeling pleased with himself decided to continue, your nails dug further into the wall his thrust were careless and rough, hitting the sponge wall within you, snapping the coil that kept building in your stomach and forcing a release from both of you. Letting go of a broken you, Chishiya’s facial expression was that of satisfaction, as he caught you before you could hit the floor as you fell. He took of the blindfold and cleaned you before placing you on a bed beside him. During this time nothing was said mainly because you hadn’t fully recovered and also because chishiya felt guilty for taking out his frustrations like this, 15 minutes pass and chishiya turns over to you who was slowly falling asleep. “Hey, umm, I’m sorry about…. This” he said to which you hummed a yes and yawned “Yh, if you want something in return just tell me and I’ll get it for you, you deserve it” he said trying to make his voice sound as reassuring as he could. You yawned “if you are asking me if I want more sex or an orgasm, don’t worry about it, I can achieve all that with your dick and without you” you said caressing his cheek and turning leaving him speechless. He knew you had a weird habit of spouting absolute nonsense about hen you are tired, he’d often make a thing out of it however today he couldn’t decide if this was an exception or not.

Morning came and your felt warm. You buried yourself deeper into the blanket soon after you heard the sound of metal and a light chuckle that followed after, you turned to face the other side of your bed to meet the gaze of dark eyes “morning sleeping princess” he said in a smug face acting as though he had won something. “Morning chishiya” you said stretching your body allowing the blanket to fall down your torso exposing your bare chest embarrassed you tried to cover yourself but before you could get the opportunity to pick up the blanket you felt a hand on your tits massaging and pinching on your nipple causing you to moan ever so softly. The blonde man instructed you to sit in between his legs on the bed, giving him access to both your tits. “We have a meeting in a few minutes or maybe an hour” he said as his hand travelled to your clit, drawing tight circles, your hands squeeze the sheets and you closed your eyes in preparation for what was going to happen next. Chishiya stopped and laughed in a mocking tone “go get ready, you wouldn’t want anyone to know” he said in this while fiddling with the marks on your neck.

You got up and got in the shower, delicately scrubbing your skin in attempt to rid yourself of the lustrul activities that occurred the night before, every time you remembered your stomach had knots and your face tingled. You got out of the shower to meet a fully dressed chishiya sitting on a tidy bed waiting for you. “Wow you were quick” you said, wiping the water off your hands, “no you were just slow…..you really took your time sweetheart, what were you doing, trying to get my smell off you” he said, like the smug bastard he was. “ugh whatever, and chishiya sweetheart?! Really??, let’s just hope this is one of those days that hatter is busy with his other ‘activities’”. You said glancing at chishiya as you slipped into your bikini, chishiya nodded, eyes fixated on you, clearly enjoying the show, “I agree, but I don’t agree that you could reach an orgasm without me doing anything” he said smugly, “what the fuck are you saying” you looked confused as you brushed your hair “well, that’s what you said, well no, what you said specially was ‘if you are asking me if I want more sex or an orgasm, don’t worry about it, I can achieve all that with your dick and without you’” he mimicked you, sensing how offended he was you hugged him “it wasn’t even that serious I was tired” chishiya hugging you back, staring into your eyes the same lustful dark eyes from last night; his voice one octave lower and the tension seemed so obvious, he brought his face close to you, catching you off guard you closed your eyes “well let’s go” he said, gracefully grabbing hold of your hand.

You both walked down the corridor gracefully, your hand in his arm, chishiya looked straight ahead, giving you occasional glances and smiles as you both made your way to the executive meeting room, unconsciously maintaining your status as the most elite couple at the beach. Reaching the executive meeting room . Chishiya put on a gentleman facade, Pulling out of your chair, kissing your hand, sitting next to you, he was the opposite of how he had been last night and at the moment he wasn’t even being very much like himself, and the truth was that he knew what he was doing and his plans were working, he had gotten all the executives eyes on you, a sudden wave of embarrassment overwhelmed you and this was because you could feel the stares that the other executive member gave, boring holes into your skin, remembering that you had marks all over your exposed neck. You made a point to ignore it. Soon hatter joined the meeting, giving yet another dramatic entrance, hatter sat in your chair and began a speech. You tried paying attention but your attention was forcefully switched over to chishiya’s hand, you felt him travelling past your hips, getting to your pussy. Surprised you abruptly turned your neck to chishiya who seemed so innocent, the blonde looked straight ahead maintaining focus on hatter and his over the top hand gestures. you slightly spread apart your legs and his fingers landed on your clit. Chishiya started drawing circles around your clit slowly. You maintain your composure but you could feel your calm mask slowly fall apart and yourself coming undone, your breathing becoming heavy and your mind becoming foggy, “y/n! You seem well, I hope chishiya has been taking good care of you” hatter said trying to get your attention “umm~ y…yeah he is” you sang, as your breathing got heavier but you were doing a good job hiding it “I see, well it shows” the man said offering you a smug grin. You soon realised he was referring to the hickeys on your neck, meanwhile, chishiya was not amused by the diversion of your attention from him to hatter, and he took that out on your clit, letting his fingers move quickly, freely and recklessly, his expression, smug watching you begin to crack, your eyes finding it eyes to maintain focus, your lips pressed together and your head bent as you pretended to take notes of the meeting just as you started to fall apart, hatter had brought the meeting to a close, chishiya retrieved his fingers, leaving you unsatisfied. Soon you both slipped out of the meeting room and began walking back to your room.

“Wtf do you call that shit” you said angrily “what exactly are you referring to??” He said smiling and looking away “don’t play dumb, chishiya what if they knew” you said, your voice sounding whiny and annoyed. “Well, So what it’s not like your jockeys didn’t give it away, besides I’m sure everyone of them in that room is having sex with someone else, so relax” chishiya said in a smug tone “smug bastard” you cursed under your breathe, “what was that??” He asked “umm nothing…. nothing” you said caught of guard by his excellent hearing abilities “speaking of smug, how about we test your theory” he said narrowing his eyes at you, observing every inch of exposed skin in you . “And what was my theory” you asked, completely over this conversation, “you know… the theory that you can reach an organism without me doing anything” Chishiya whispered into your ear, the unexpected request made you choke on air but you knew you were already very needy after the stunt he pulled during the executive meeting and you still weren’t satisfied, “so hard could it be” you said smirking at the beautiful angel like man walking beside you.

Later that evening, the lights were dream, clothes scattered ok the floor, sound of your panting as you tried catch your breath, your sweaty body sat over a very calmly laying down body. You had lost track of how long you had been going, ruining your own orgasms while shuntarō just laid there, “would you like to try again” he asked fiddling with your hair. Although it was a punishment even he knew it was on the extreme side but he was enjoying this, the way your body moved, the noises you tried to compose , the faces you made. You were coming undone and he couldn’t get enough of it “shun, please I’m begging you, make me cum” you whined, falling on top of the white haired male. You knew he wouldn’t budge but you had to try. Chishiya’s waist began to move ever so slowly, offering to you shallow thrusts to which you responded by riding his cocky. His original plan was to prolong your suffering, tease you till you were broken but after observing you he concluded that making you suffer was also making him suffer, his waist picked up speed, his thrust became more powerful. Your moans were messy and broken, your body glowing with sweat, reaching your climax you creased the sheets and let out a scream. Chishiya wasn’t done tho, he flipped you over, having his way with you, his movement became much more rough and carefree, occasionally sweeping away the hair that stuck to his face, his composed facade were nothing but grunts and heaves, his eyes fixated on your body, he pressed your neck against the bed forcing your face into the sheets, to silence your already loud moans and screams, your hands clutching to the bed. Chishiya chasing his orgasm began loosing focus, his vision blurry and his body exhausted yet his thrust’s remained powerful. The blonde man sighing heavily threw his head back as he released his hot seed into you. He fell on the bed beside you. Taking a moment to gather his thought before then turning to you.

“Hey darling are you….. okay?” He asked in an awkward tone, knowing fully well that he had just tortured you. You turned to look at him and said “I will be, once you tell me what’s wrong?” You said looking intently at the man. “What do you mean” chishiya said, his tone sounding genuinely confused, “I mean tell me what’s wrong, don’t use sex to make it go away, actually communicate with me” you said, playing with his hair, his eyes starring deeply into your making you feel shy “is that it” he said attempting to move away, “you have been over doing it lately and….I let you, so you owe me this much” you said in a somewhat serious tone, the blonde man had been staring into your eyes was now moving his eyes around, observing you, he blinked as though he was snapping out of a trans, before moving closely to you, cradling your body in his arms, stroking your hair then he sighed heavily, “ it’s nothing to worry yourself about I’m just worried” he said his tone softer than usual “worried about what” you said burying your head in his chest, “wow you are really invested” he said causing you both to giggle, soon after he returned to his serious and sincere persona, and spoke again softly “about us, in this world, the beach, I can’t think of a plan that will get you out of here alive” he said gripping your body tightly. “Chishiya, we have enough time for you to think and if you can’t think of anything…. Then I’ll take care of myself, like I have been doing” you said freeing yourself from the man, before continuing “but trust me, you are the smartest man I know, if anyone can think of a plan it would be you” you kissed the man before walking into the bathroom to shower. Once done you entered into a clean room with s lavender scent in the air and a properly cleaned up boyfriend. “Chishiya thank you so much” you said , climbing into the bed, gesturing for him to join you, you both cuddled for the rest of the night. Whispering sweet nothings into the ears of one another. “I love you shuntarō” you said adjusting your body into a comfortable sleep position. “I love you too y/n” chishiya said in a sleepy voice.

The end

#chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya smut #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib smut #aib chishiya #chishiya fic #chishiya my beloved

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After too much stalling, I finally finished the other half of Miraculous Season 2. Here's my thoughts episode-by-episode:

Zombizou: The episode focused on Ms. Bustier. Honestly I get where she's coming from in that statement to Marinette. This is a world where people can become butt-ugly abominations because they felt upset, although I think Chloe still needs consequences for her actions as well as something like positive reinforcement. She had plenty consequences in season 1. Speaking of Chloe, That Asshole was wrong. There was clear intent for Chloedemption. Also could we at least have seen all that stuff Ms. Bustier does in previous episodes?

Syren: This was an episode the salters talked loads about, and honestly, I get where Adrien's coming from here. On a fundamental level the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculi aren't equals due to the Ladybug's magic reset button, but as one of the first Miraculous users, Adrien should've still been let in on the loop. Kid felt like he was useless, that Ladybug could save the day without his help. At the very least have Master Fu go one-on-one or have both kids show up while transformed or blindfolded. Also the water voices ticked me off, but that's relatively minor.

Frightningale: A fun character-of-the-week episode, especially since I'm fond of Clara Nightingale's constant rhymes and rhythm. She's dedicated to it and I love it. It's also good to see Chloe be an exceptional and talented dancer! It's good to see her having talents and interests that aren't just making people suffer!

Troublemaker: Another episode showing why I think Marinette and Adrien shouldn't date in any of their forms. I don't know enough about stalker shrines but I think Marinette's room is getting close enough to be one for Adrien. Though I'm pretty sure Adrien's seen worse or has been conditioned to not care, based on his reaction at the end. Still a shame that the local TV show had to live-film Marinette's room and beach her privacy in the local city-town of Paris while the real Paris has been converted to an amusement park for tourists. You got any other reasons why the population is so low? One more thing: I'm pretty sure the lack of ladybug-vision was more due to anxiety over losing one of her earrings and the difficulty of the villain more than anything else.

Anansi: I find the new heroes good, personally. They give more screentime to other characters. Also again with Adrien's insecurity about being useful. And I think this episode would've been over sooner if they noticed that Anansi was going to get herself akumatized over the stress and maybe just let her come or something. Or if they got Marinette to arm-wrestle her instead. Marinette has muscles, right?

Sandboy: A lore episode, mostly. The nightmares were funny for a second and I was a bit annoyed by the Akuma's voice, but that's small potatoes. I like how compared to season 1, where we would be given a bunch of development for Sandboy it's just explained to us afterwards while we instead get more time for lore.

Style Queen: Hawkmoth has a contender for the most evil character in the show. Audrey Bourgeois is the kind of person that would be made fun of in those Karen freakout videos. She cheats on her husband, neglects her daughter to the point of not remembering her name, fires people over the most minor inconveniences, and starts G-rated killing people over getting a seat in the second row. She needs to be cancelled, deplatformed, and Chloe needs a therapist and better role models. I really liked the split-second of Adrien looking shocked after Marinette told him he had the catwalk down, btw. Did he think his identity was outed there?

Queen Wasp: This is why teenagers shouldn't get superpowers. I get secondhand embarrassment watching them. Also Marinette What The Fuck why the Hell are you getting Chloe to bond with the Absolute Worst Person For Her

Maledictator: This is what happens when you make Chloe bond with a Chernobyl-level toxic influence, Marinette. In general this episode was funny, both intentionally and unintentionally. Everyone starts celebrating Chloe ditching Paris with her mother except Adrien because Chloe was her only friend even though she was a detriment to everyone else and suddenly Marinette feels bad because she worships Adrien. The first thing the villain of the week does is make Audrey stop being such a horrible person and later he made Chat Noir reach the limit of catboyness. It's like a Smiling Friends episode. Also it was cool to see Chloe's depths and self-loathing. Surely that won't be forgotten and Chloe will be given therapy so she can become a better person, right?

Reverser (Put here so it makes sense timeline-wise): It's Yaoi time. Except that Nathaniel is into Ladybug (who I assume he knows is Marinette) here and Marc is fine with that. Overall a good episode. Some nice humor, and Reverser's probably the best akuma design so far I love the paper stuff. Plus more info on the side characters and a spot of good humor, excellent!

Frozer: Ah, there's the Nathmarc. And explicit Julerose. And Marinette getting some idea that her fantasy of Adrien is unhealthy and shouldn't be followed. And Adrigami, albeit a bit one-sided. Quit pining over someone who doesn't love you and get with someone who does, kid. And a smidgeon of Marigami. And Adrien's bodyguard being his daddy in place of his father. And a pinch of me seeing what the salters were talking about with the girlsquad and them forcing Marinette and Adrien together. Or at least Alya and Mylene. I couldn't hear what Alix, Juleka, and Rose were saying, but they disagreed, right? At least one of them had to disagree, right?

Heroes' Day Two-Parter: Marinette you're being too hotheaded against Lila no you gotta be like Columbo. Also yet another Marinette Costanza moment. Otherwise not much to say here. It's the boss rush episode, it's the series finale, Alya managed to catch onto Nino being Carapace but still can't seem to connect the dots between Ladybug and Marinette, the Peacock Miraculous is introduced, and Natalie is on my suslist.

I might procrastinate again on the first half of season 3. The first episode deserves a post of it's own. It's the salt episode.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #adrien agreste #miraculous adrien #ml salt #chloe bourgeois #miraculous chloe #alya cesaire #miraculous alya #miraculous #lukanette #adrigami #nathmarc

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arealphrooblem · 10 months

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A Favor for a Favor Part One

This was written for an original exchange and it got way out of hand lol. The link to the full fic will be at the bottom but I thought it would be fun to throw it up here in parts. This does have named and gendered characters though

Synopsis:

When Roxanne -- Agent name Rocket -- is back-stabbed by a friend and given a serum that drains her of her powers and leaves her helpless, she has no choice but to turn to the one person she can't trust: Her nemesis -- a politician and king of the underworld. With her powerless and in the palm of his hand, what he decides to do with her is greatly influenced by their chance meeting as teenagers that neither of them have been able to forget.

When Roxanne turned 12, she kicked her soccer ball into a tree at the edge of the park. She’d done this many times before, because her aim was shit, which was probably why she never made the soccer team at her school. But this tree was different -- it had a hornet’s nest on the back.

Roxanne had never actually seen a hornet before that day. Never in her life had she heard a sound more ominous, more terrifying than the buzz of hundreds of them, bigger than her thumb, rising like a dark cloud from behind the tree.

She didn’t think. She just ran.

And the whole world changed.

It was like the entire city became a game of freeze tag or red light/green light. The entire population stood still while she dodged between them. And not just people. Cars stood still on the street, birds stopped mid flight in the air, a stream of pee froze between a dog and a fire hydrant.

Maybe it was more accurate to say that the world became a photograph and only she could move around in it.

When she stopped, out of breath at her stoop, the world jumped back into motion again.

Her power gave her freedom beyond anything she ever imagined as a child, and so she kept it a tightly guarded secret against her well meaning but overprotective parents.

The loss of it now was excruciating. Her body moved like a drunk snail, even worse with her injuries. The world crawled by at an agonizing pace. And she became so acutely aware of how helpless she was without it as she sat in the backseat of a car, blindfolded and trussed up like a pig at a luau, waiting to be delivered into the hands of her worst enemy.

The Past

The first time they met, the biggest worry she had was completing her anatomy project. The deadline followed her like a shark’s fin, complete with the Jaws theme that played in her head. Any minute now the panic of her procrastination was going to rise from the depths and chomp her in half.

Which was how she found herself walking home from the public library far later than usual, guided only by dim streetlights. Normally she would just run home -- the distance from her front door to the library took fifteen seconds when she used her super speed. But the sooner she got home, the sooner she had to start on her project, so tonight Roxanne took the normal, slow way back.

Halfway home, a figure stumbled from an alleyway, colliding into her. Before she could right her balance, he quickly shoved her off of him, almost tumbling her into the street.

“Hey!” she snapped, but he paid no attention to her, running crookedly down the sidewalk.

He was probably drunk, trying to sneak home before his wife found out. Or maybe he was late for the subway train. Or maybe he was just an asshole.

The next streetlamp revealed a bloody hand print on her shoulder where he had pushed her. Alarm seized her, kept her frozen for long, excruciating seconds.

Oh shit.

Oh shit .

The revving of a car motor snapped her out of her panic induced haze. Roxanne lurched forward, becoming too fast for the human eye to track. The man had disappeared from the sidewalk, so she ducked into bodegas and side streets until she found him propped up behind a dumpster.

Hiding.

She crouched down before him.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Which was a stupid question to ask; the answer was a glaringly obvious no. But she always rambled when she got nervous, which was why her presentations always went way over time.

The man slurred something in response. She couldn’t understand a word of it. It didn’t sound like the kind of drunk slurring she heard at her friends’ parties. Maybe he’d been drugged. Did someone try to kidnap him?

“Where are you bleeding?” she asked again. “Can you point for me?”

He tried to wave her off, the hand in her face covered in blood from a cut on his upper forearm. There could be more, but he probably wasn’t even in his right mind to understand her.

“We need to get you to a hospital,” she told him, pulling out her phone.

He mumbled something at that, sounding panicked. It sounded like no .

“It’s okay,” she soothed. “They will take care of you. I’ll even go with you so you’re not alone.”

His slicked, bloody hand wrapped around her wrist , squeezing hard .

She heard it and didn’t. The word echoed -- screamed -- around her, like the word of God. It blasted in her head. She felt it in her chest.

He was Powered. That definitely complicated things, especially if he was unregistered like her.

“Okay, okay,” she said. “No hospitals. No cops. But I can’t leave you here, so . . .I guess you’re coming with me.”

Before he could scream-think at her again, Roxanne pulled him up by his shirt and leaned him against the wall. He could barely stand. With some maneuvering and a few extra tries,s he managed to get him on her back. Then she blurred home.

Thank God it was only a couple blocks away. He was heavy.

The Present

She didn’t need her blindfold off to tell where they had stopped. The ocean lapping close by, the echo of pigeons above her, the smell of rust and dirt. The freezing cold air.

An empty warehouse by the docks.

They had to carry her like a sack of potatoes because of how tightly they bound her legs and dropped her roughly onto a chair.

“This is ridiculous,” she pouted. “I came willingly.”

“Our boss always made it clear never to take any chances with you,” replied one of the men with a snort.

Well, she couldn’t blame him for that. Over the years, she’d been responsible for breaking a lot of his power in the city underworld and losing him a lot of money. Like a lot .

Not to mention she needed the shadow that her power’s reputation cast to last as long as possible. Once the truth got out she was toast.

He could have made her wait in that freezing warehouse as her limbs went slowly numb just to be a dick. She fully expected it.

Instead, she heard the rumble of another car pull up just when her finger tips started to feel tingly. Then came the distinct sound of his slow, sure footsteps in his Italian leather loafers.

“An abandoned warehouse by the docks?” she complained. “Could you get any more cliched?”

“If it works, it works,” he replied. “I don’t try to reinvent the wheel.”

He stopped in front of her and she could feel the smirk on his face.

“I should take a picture to immortalize this moment. I never thought I would see the Rocket so . . .still.”

She’d squirm if she could move. Panic kicked at her chest like a wild horse. It took all her effort to contain it.

Cool fingers pulled down the blindfold and her gaze met his dark eyes and yes, his smirk.

“Hello, Roxanne.”

“Hello John,” she countered.

“Please, I’m dying to know -- what on Earth drove you to offer yourself to me so . . .” he trailed off, his smirk disintegrating into shock.

She could barely feel him this time. He glided into her mind like a canoe on a glassy river.

“Oh Roxanne,” he breathed. “You are in trouble.”

Full story here:

Part 2 here

#hero x villain #heroine x villain #writeblr #a favor for a favor #enemies to lovers #friends to enemies to lovers

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probablyasocialecologist · 2 months

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There have been numerous individual reports, just in this war, of children, mothers and grandmothers being randomly sniped by Israeli soldiers. There are the stories of Palestinians sniped, or executed on the spot in front of their children, having waved the white flag of surrender. There is the story of dozens of Palestinians found in plastic bags near a school in northern Gaza, having been killed execution-style, blindfolded, with their legs and hands tied. There is the story of Hind Rajab, the six year old girl in Gaza City who was stuck in a car with her dead family after they were killed by Israeli fire. And who was murdered along with the Red Crescent crew who came, having coordinated safe passage with the Israeli military, after she called them begging for help. The scale at which children are being killed cannot be an accident. Children reportedly make up 12,300 (or 41%) of the estimated 30,000 Gazans killed during Operation Swords of Iron, far beyond anything seen in Afghanistan, Syria, Ukraine, Iraq or Yemen, even discounting for the relatively young median age in Gaza. Even the raw numbers of children killed, in a few months in a small population, far exceed the numbers killed over five years of war in Syria, eight years of war in Yemen, eleven years of war in Afghanistan, and fifteen years of war in Iraq. One does not merely stumble upon such outcomes. They are the overt expressions of an overt calculus of a culture which holds that there are “no innocents in Gaza”, that Palestinians are from the age of four up brainwashed “terrorists” who have “brought this upon themselves”. What else is the ideological function of the stories circulating in rightist Israeli media, asserting that Gazan children as young as ten joined in the 7th October attack? Isn’t there something uncanny about the idea of a child that is also a mass murderer? Something that is, as David Livingstone Smith observes of the racialised enemy in Making Monsters, both subhuman and superhuman? And what contrasting model of childhood is implied in the decision of Israeli television channel, Kan, to have Israeli children to sing a ‘Friendship Song’ about the “annihilation” of Gaza? The soldiers have been granted, and have availed themselves of, extreme license for lubricious blood-letting. Here is the macabresque, as Edward Weisband defines it, where the cruelty has a deliberate and gratuitous theatricality belying its strategic rationales. Something is being staged here at the junction between what Weisband calls “disordered perpetrator desire”, “supererogatory moralism” and “a perverted sense of heroism”. The elaborate performativity of the sadism is at least suggested by the extraordinary rate at which soldiers post evidence of their war crimes to TikTok, along with various bizarre ‘skits’: soldiers playing in an empty playground for example, or staging a mock maths class in a deserted Gaza schoolroom. The joke in each case being the haunting absence of children. Who is the audience for this elaborately performative sadism? Recall the spectacle of Israelis setting up chairs on the hillsides of southern Israel to watch the bombing of Gaza during Operation Protective Edge in 2014. Recall the far-right dancing in the streets, to wild cries of “There are no children left in Gaza … Gaza is a cemetery!” War is a national festival and, while forms of indirect physical participation such as signing messages on bombs or raving to block aid to Gaza are still possible, the carnival can now be enjoyed through the medium of likes and laugh emojis, as with the gory ‘72 Virgins’ Telegram channel, which the IDF now admits is its own doing. But there is also the opportunity to troll, to trigger the libs: you care about these subhuman monsters, well let us show you what we do with them. You are anxious, we are having the time of our lives.

#israel #palestine #zionism #gaza #war crimes #IDF

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iplayghoul · 2 years

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𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

pairing:: geto suguru x afab! reader

warnings:: mentions of many kinks/fetishes or sex thingies including car sex, threesomes, voyeurism/exhibition, open relationships, leading yall on with unfinished sex scenes, overstimulation & sexual torture, degradation, weapon play, blood kink ments.

author's note:: this is def my fav ive written even tho i did procrastinate with this just just bc ive already done these kinks for my favs (gojo and toji) DIS IS EXTRA LONG YALL ENJOYY😭❗️reblogs n comments much appreciated, ignore typos.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐬 he's wild, risky and enjoys a good time. that being said, his kinks might not all be in common with his best friend gojo. regardless, besties share things! one of them may or may not be you.

car sex: he always acts so dark and mysterious wit you all the time 🙄 what he really loves is taking you out on a road trip, an hour long drive at most, on dark rainy days at late hours of the night. you pick up some coffee for the ride, along with ham and cheese sandwhiches and just drive off onto the barely populated roads where he stops the car. you've both eaten your little meals by now and with the ac blasting, he moves past you into the back seat. the ambience of the rain and gloomy weather, together with the cold ac and good food is geto's number one kink. it gets him rock hard just thinking about finger fucking the shit out of you 'til you squirt on his leather seats, then pressing you up against the glass so he can drill his cock into you and fog up the windows.

threesomes: he adores sharing you. not just with anyone of course, but him and gojo. the two get so giddy over the idea of stuffing your mouth and pussy at the same time. forcing their meaty dicks into your pussy at the same time, or filling both your ass and cunt to the brim. you name it, they'll do it to you. he loves the idea of seeing you covered in cum and leaking it, and if he can't achieve that on his own; he can count on gojo to help him out ;)

speaking of sharing! what's an open relationship to geto? now idk what he'd call it, but it fills him with pride, boosts his ego and makes him so fucking hard when you ask for permission to make out with another person in front of him. by his rules, making out with and/or fucking another person is fine by him as long as he you ask for permission, he knows the person or you do it in front of him. he's not one to deal with cheaters, it would be best to ask his exes who have cheated, except you can't. cheating to geto is doing anything flirtatious or sexual with another person without him knowing about it. simple! wanna make out with another girl at the bar? make it messy. want him to take another guys tongue down his throat? he'll do it, cuz' yall's relationship is 50/50 😋😋 now this brings me to my next point.

voyeurism & exhibitionism: he is not ashamed of yall's sexual connection and i really mean it. whether its inviting two of your mutual friends to fuck for you both to see in yall's bed or fucking as a dare in the middle of a group of friends, he's down for whatever. "I'm down for anything, I'm down for whatever. I'm a slut, get me lit, I dare you." he wants you to be a slobbery mess of embarrassment in front of your friends, he wants them to out their hands on you. touching, squeezing, sucking on your tits while he fucks you. others holding your legs back up into the air so you can't put them down when he pounds into you and even a second cock from one of his friends coming to stuff your mouth while yall complete the dare. either way, he's going to make sure you're wrecked.

overstimulation & sexual torture: he likes to have all your 5 senses occupied while you have sex or make love. your favourite r&b song playing in the background, a scented candle lit, a blindfold: soaked, covering your eyes, the smoothness of geto's sweaty and dewy skin against yours and the taste of his lips on yours. all while he licks into your mouth and rolls his hips to slap against yours as he fucks you deep and slow. it's a torturous pace and while most days he has your skin slapping against the sheets with how forceful he's fucking you or tied up with a vibrator on your clit, some days he takes things slow. a little too slow. sometimes he enjoys overstimulating you with multiple orgasms, but he finds that fucking you way too slow 'till you come gives him a way better reaction. the slow drag of his tip against the walls of your cunt, scratching at your g-spot, makes your pussy ache and he refuses to speed up 🙄 edging you on with little words and a slow roll of his thumb on your clit.

degradation: he loves you, he really does and assuming you have an embarrassment kink and degradation kink as well, he reads you for filth. in the same sex scene as my previous point, you whine and kick your feet under him so he can move faster. you can't even see what he's doing but the blindfold is already wet with your tears, throat sore from your gasps and complaints for him to go faster. "baby please, fuck, i– i can't c'mon," your words are fumbled around in deep breaths. "ya' don't have any fuckin' shame? huh? told you to take what you get. don't fuckin' piss me off or I'll leave your cunt right here." he always looks you in the eyes, dark, not like you can see it. "fuckin' look atchya', so fuckin' needy and can't listen to simple orders," he leans more over you and offers a wet slap to your cheek. you lick your lips, eyebrows furrowed and trying not to cry more than before. "fuck— please, babe– jus' wanna cum, shit!"

and finally, weapon play: i did go a little crazy on this post but let me just say this. gun, knife or chains, geto uses it all on you. he often ties you up in bruising chains and takes the knife to your neck, letting it caress your skin, down to your breasts and tickling your torso. he indulges himself in licking the little droplets of blood that surface, careful not to cut his love deeply. other times, depending on what you ask for, (he's such a service dom btw im not gonna get into it...) he'll put the gun in your mouth while he fucks you. it's loading with one bullet instead of six for the risk but he never pulls the trigger despite it.

— listen and if yall are one to do it, i truly believe all these kinks are vice versa between you two, dont get it twisted. masterlist.

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