#if you're not making it weird and uncomfortable is it really fantasy?

[frozenfancies]

In which I and @cavegirlpoems chat about OSR depthcrawls and then take a sideline into shaking our fists at clouds.

[yandere-sins]

Hello! I've been rubbing my hands together thinking of a prompt ever since your requests opened! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

May I request a LADS Caleb imagine where you're friends with the MC, but you're a bit unsure and intimidated by Caleb for some reason? There's something about him you can't put your finger on, so you keep your distance towards him. But of course, he can't have that so he takes the opportunity to show you how he really feels when you come over his house for MC but it's just you and him? 👀 Predator-pray dynamics with eventual smut would be so good with him!

Hehehe, I am finally caught up enough with Caleb to do this! Thank you for requesting ♥

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Taking a deep breath, you braced yourself as the light switched on behind the front door.

Visiting your best friend had never been a problem—until now. It was supposed to be only temporary, but recently, her "brother" had moved into her flat. It didn't really concern you who she shared her living space with, but he concerned you. And not in a good way.

Whenever you met him, something felt... off about Caleb. Maybe it was the smile that never seemed to reach his eyes or how you caught him smelling your jacket once. Perhaps it was all just a coincidence when he seemed to undress you with his gaze, or you felt uncomfortable since he worked for the Deepspace Aviation Administration. You had never been concerned with your friend, though, in all the years you knew her, and she was just so thrilled to have her brother back and visiting.

So, who were you to put a damper on the mood?

Fridays had always been movie nights for you and your friend until Caleb returned, and you two had to pause the meet-ups for a while so he could settle in. You were all the happier when she finally asked you to hang out again. However, the anticipation turned bitter when she asked for the three of you to watch the newest addition to her movie collection. But at this point, you could hardly say no since she knew you had no plans, and you were probably just imagining the weird vibes around Caleb anyway.

Reassuring yourself silently that there was nothing wrong and you were creating a big issue about fantasies in your mind, you put on your best smile as you heard the door unlocking in front of you.

"Surprise!" you chimed, raising the bag with snacks and the six-pack of drinks into the air. Instantly, you were overcome with nervosity and slight embarrassment as you realized it wasn't your friend who opened the door, but the man himself. Caleb watched you in slight amusement, a smile playing around his lips as he eyed the things you brought before his gaze fixated back on you. He let out a short laugh before making way for you to step in, shaking his head, and you felt your cheeks heat up.

"We were expecting you, so not much of a surprise, is it?"

Laughing off the embarrassment, you quickly squeezed past him, pushing off your shoes as you entered the apartment. You felt his eyes burn into your back, but just as you were about to bolt for the living room, Caleb swept the bag of snacks from you, carrying it for you as he walked slightly ahead.

"And with us," he sighed, shaking his head faintly, "I mean 'me'. My sis is still working and told me to get you situated and to start without her."

"Oh," you mumbled, not expecting to be alone with Caleb. All the worries you had tried to suppress were rising to dangerous levels now. "I'm sorry, I didn't know... She didn't message me today. If it's inconvenient tonight, we could make plans for another day?"

Undeterred, Caleb began unpacking the snacks as he blew out air dismissively, waving off your concerns. "Don't worry about it. Sit down, have a drink."

You gulped as you looked at the previously made cozy set-up on the couch. Someone—presumable Caleb—had collected all the pillows and blankets from the apartment, spreading them out over the cushions, lit candles everywhere, and put on the mood lights in the otherwise darkened room. The TV was already showing the movie title, ready to play, and you grew less and less sure if you should stay.

Caleb noticed your hesitation, watching you silently as you hesitated. He had crossed the distance between you in less than two steps, his face morphing into a mask of friendliness as he patted you on the back. "Come on!" he encouraged, and you stumbled forward, not expecting his gestures' impact on your body. "It's not like I bite! This is going to be fun!"

Before you knew it, you were sat on top of the couch, and Caleb briefly left you to place the drinks you brought into the fridge, returning with two cold ones before plopping down and handing you one. You opened your mouth again to protest, but he was faster, pressing play and opening up some popcorn bags, filling his mouth before holding it out for you.

That's when you had to face your fate and realize it was already too late to back out.

Grabbing a hand of popcorn for yourself, you thanked him briefly before sinking into the cushions, trying to make yourself small and unnoticeable as you directed your attention to the movie. You couldn't really focus, and it was hard to ignore Caleb, who was laughing and commenting next to you. Still, you did your best, not wanting to be disrespectful to the movie or your friend.

"Do you know when she'll get home?" you asked after an especially funny scene that made even you giggle and Caleb snort. He hummed thoughtfully before searching for his phone in his pocket, staring at the display momentarily as you looked over at him. You caught a brief glimpse of his display, noticing he had a privacy foil on, so you couldn't see the notifications. But with a tinge of regret, he shook his head.

"She wrote a while ago she's still busy, sorry."

You put on an expression that said, "Oh well, can't be helped," shrugging your shoulders and returning to the movie.

"Are you done with that?" Caleb suddenly spoke up again, demanding your attention back to him. His voice was eerily commanding sometimes, making it feel like you had to obey him. When you shifted your gaze back, he caught your eyes with his, unblinking. But when you looked around to see what he meant, you noticed his finger pointing at your bottle, and you gave it a questioning shake, noticing that it was, in fact, empty.

"Oh, yeah," you mumbled, and faster than you could react, Caleb snagged it from your hand.

"Can't have that!" he yelled, jogging over to the kitchen. "Sis would kill me for being such a bad host to her bestie!"

Maybe you had been wrong. Grinning a little at his comment, you found Caleb to actually be a bit dorky and much less menacing than you had previously assumed. He behaved just like a brother did at times, and seeing him as just a normal dude was reassuring. You may have made a mountain out of a molehill with your ideas, and he had just been awkward the first few times you two met, only now warming up to you. You could appreciate him trying to host you well and get along with his sibling's best friend. Maybe you two could still turn into friends after this failed movie night? The thought no longer seemed too far off.

It took him a while to return, and by then, you were already lost in the movie again, munching popcorn. For the first time that night, you were more comfortable, sitting cross-legged and leaning back. Caleb plopped down, and you, this time, smiled at him as he handed you your drink, immediately taking a sip.

"Not a bad movie," you commented, and he hummed in agreement. You were glad that all this tension and awkwardness was slowly settling between you two. He was a big part of your best friend's life, and so were you. It would really suck if you two didn't get along.

Sipping your drink, you continued watching the movie, laughing here and there. Caleb, too, sat back after a while, arm flopping over the backrest behind you. You didn't mind it too much, although his fingertips nearly touched your shoulder. Unfortunately, your eyelids grew heavier with every scene you watched. It was like a curse since the movie was growing on you. You knew you should have prevented falling asleep at all costs, but you couldn't. Neither rubbing your eyes nor giving yourself the "stay-awake-damnit!" pep talk helped.

The last thing you noticed before you slipped into your dreams was the feeling of the bottle being taken from your hand and your torso falling over, head landing into a soft cushion.

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Drowsily, you were ripped from your sleep as a breathtaking wave of pleasure overcame you. Your mouth opened at the feeling of something hot and wet slipping between your legs, a thorough assault on your senses as it mingled there. You didn't have the strength to lift your head and look down at what was going on, and neither could you stop feeling this way or close your legs, only meeting resistance from your muscles when you tried.

Something felt wrong, but wrong had never felt so good before.

A small, pitiful moan escaped you, and the shuddering bolts of pleasure ceased for a moment before they returned in full force, a long, wet stride all across your cunt that immediately disappeared after attacking. You heard yourself moan again as the colder room temperature teased your heated pussy. Then the weight around you shifted, the ground you laid on giving way to something, and you missed the sensation between your legs that were now attacked by the cold air.

Groggily, you forced your eyes open, even just a crack, but what you saw was completely distorted and blurred, making you sigh in disappointment. Where were you? What had happened? Distorted memories left unclear and incoherent thoughts in your mind that you couldn't make sense of.

"... awake?" someone called out to you, but it sounded like they spoke through a thick layer of water. You wanted to reply with a short "yeah," but it sounded more like garbled groaning than anything. Someone laughed before you felt a cold touch draw over the curve of your nose, down your cheekbone, and press against your jaw, tilting your head gently upwards. More muffled words that you could barely understand fell around you, which began to frustrate you.

"... a few pills... you... so cute."

Instinct made you grin, although you didn't know if your lips followed your brain's orders. You liked compliments; who didn't? They made you feel all warm inside your belly, warmth that slowly crept lower and lower until it found your clit, rubbing the sore nub in slow circles. You sighed, and something soft laid down on top of your lips, playing with them, softly vibrating as they moved, the voice now much louder.

"You like that, huh?" it murmured against your mouth, making you swallow the words as you released another soft sigh. "You like being called cute while I tease your pussy, don't you?"

"Mhm," you managed to say out loud. You liked it—liked it a lot! Those fingers were calloused, but they worked eagerly. If you didn't know it better, you'd say they did their best to please you. It made you feel adored to be taken care of, sweet nothings trailing off the lips that played with yours, calling you "good girl" and "sweetheart". They told you how wet you were for him and how well you'd take his cock. In your delirium, you smiled, agreeing obediently, opening your lips to welcome this stranger's tongue when it came prodding. It was a nice, sexy dream, an illusion so lovely you never wanted to wake from it.

As you ground against the hand, allowing the fingertips to invade you, and slowly working your way down on them, your eyes suddenly snapped open, reality crashing into you like the wind toppling over a fragile house of cards. You tore away from the kiss, gasping out loud as you reeled for air. Unfortunately, your sudden movements caused two of his fingers to slip in up to his knuckles, and you mewled at the strike of pleasure that hit you.

"C-Caleb?!" you screamed, in shock at who you saw hovering over you, holding his mouth with a pained expression. You might have accidentally bit him or ripped his lip open—but that wasn't what you should have been concerned about at all!

Looking down, you saw his hand still molded to your pussy, and as soon as he noticed your eyes shifting downwards, he gave his fingers a little wiggle inside you, confirming your worst nightmare as you felt them moving and teasing your walls.

"S-Stop!" you yelled, wanting to force your hands into his chest when you noticed they weren't moving an inch. Neither were your legs, and you cranked your head upwards, confused, finding them tightly constricted in leather shackles. Those that you had only ever seen to be used in pornos, spreading over your whole wrist and cushioned on the inside. Something that had to be prepared.

"What are you doing?!" you instead snapped at Caleb, directing your focus on him. More than the horror of waking up to him playing with your body, panic began spreading through you like wildfire as you realized you were unable to move.

"Why?" he chuckled, finally swiping the back of his hand across his lower lip, and you saw the small drops of blood you had left on him. "I'm taking care of you. You fell asleep and rubbed against me as if you needed help; I am just assisting you with that."

"What?! No! I... I'd never do that..."

Shaking his head, Caleb gave you the look of someone who believed you were lying just to keep face, but you were telling the truth! Why would you even?! And why him, of all people?! Not even your tired self would seek comfort or pleasure from him... would you?

"So dishonest," he criticized, and his fingers separated inside you, forcing your walls to cling to them. "And here I was, so nice preparing everything for you. So you'd be ready for me once you woke up. You should appreciate my efforts more."

"Your... efforts?! Caleb, this is inappropriate! We don't even know each other that well, and that's beside the point—just stop this!"

Shaking in your shackles, you wished you were a mind-reader. Maybe it would have told you something about his unreadable expression as he stared at you. Perhaps it would have explained why Caleb calmly but firmly, full of conviction, replied, "No," before leaning down and kissing you again.

Pulling his fingers slowly, teasingly out of you, Caleb didn't hesitate to plunge back in, quickly finding a suitable rhythm to fuck you. All while his lips assaulted your mouth, forcing his tongue back in and his free hand sneaking beneath you to support your neck, just so he could tilt your head back and make it harder to refuse his advances. Wrecked by shudders, you wound yourself in your restraints, always hoping to win some distance between you two. However, the position made it nearly impossible.

"You don't know how long I've waited to taste you," he mumbled between kisses. "How long I've been planning this, to capture your body and soul."

"Mhm--! Stop--!"

"I won't. I'll never."

And with that, it felt like the deal was sealed. Caleb wouldn't let you get another word in as he kissed you into breathlessness, working his fingers into your dripping cunt. Slipping his thumb back up to your clit, you felt utterly exposed as he teased it with deliberate movements. Everything beneath his palm had heated up, your flesh raw and wet, welcoming him even though every shock of pleasure pained you as much as it pleased you.

You screamed against his lips, and Caleb swallowed all your anger and insults as if they were a delicious treat. It wasn't long until your body betrayed you, your heartbeat raging in your chest as he brought you close to the edge. Your voice had long turned hoarse, your moans all that was left from your resistance while your hips curled upwards, reaching for just a little bit more. It was humiliating. And good. And terrible. Catastrophic.

But your orgasm was earth-shattering.

You had never known it could feel so good to be fingered. That being assaulted could have these kinds of effects on your body. Nobody told you that your back could still arch and your toes claw into the blanket as you came, even though you never wanted to. Tensing in your restraints, the pain was non-existent, even when you fell slack, the fall from grace crueler than this whole situation.

Silent tears wet your cheeks. Perhaps you were too stunned to speak, but with abhorrent focus, you watched him lick every inch of his hand clean, Caleb's face flushed, his eyes sparkling until his gaze shifted to you. Immediately, the light faded out of them, but the corners of his mouth curled higher into a maniacal grin.

"You can be honest now. Didn't it feel good?" he asked, and a hundred different insults flitted through your mind in response.

"You're awful," you pressed out through gritted teeth, more tears collecting in your eyes. "What did I ever do to you?"

At your words, his grin seemed only to widen unnaturally.

"Well, for once, you ignored me all this time, pretending to be uncomfortable despite obviously being very comfortable with what I can do for you. Were you trying to make me jealous, flirting with all these other guys at your work? Don't you know I've been waiting for you to come to me all this time? And as if it's not enough torture I had to endure, what were you thinking wearing your sexy underwear coming to a movie night with my sis and me?"

"H-How... How do you know that?!" you stammered, cursing yourself for not doing your laundry and wearing something normal that day, but who could have expected it to result in this?!

"I have my way, hun, no less since I got to take it off you, at least. But I've had enough of this teasing. I've decided to have my cake and eat it too, even though it pains me that I had to lure you here by pretending to be my sister. She doesn't even know you were supposed to come today, but don't worry, I'll make sure you're thoroughly entertained."

"You... You psycho..."

"Ah," he hummed, but the smile never vanished. "If that's what I must be to finally get you all to myself, so be it. And now that I have you, I'm not sure I ever want to let you leave again."

Caleb hummed thoughtfully for a moment, undoubtedly scheming another hideous plan in his mind.

"Hey..." you mumbled nervously, goosebumps spreading all over your body as his words slowly began to register. "Just let me go, okay? We can forget all of this, and I'll just leave, and you won't have to see me again. I... I won't go to the police either, so can you just let me go, please?"

"I don't think so, you cutie pie," Caleb replied with no hesitation whatsoever, not even a moment to think about it. Sliding most of his body between your legs again, you watched as his devilish grin disappeared beneath your belly, only to feel his tongue lick up the spill dripping from your pussy moments later. He laved it up thoroughly, taking his time to taste and hum appreciatively, the sound vibrating against your puffy lips. Everything inside you screamed to close your legs, but with the restraints and Caleb's body between them, you had no way of doing it.

Staring at the ceiling, you silently wept, the occasional moan slipping past your lips as you wondered where you had gone wrong. You never expected Caleb to feel this way about you, much less act on his crazed thoughts! There were some raised red flags, but nothing that would have told you about the true danger you were in, and despite his accusations, you weren't guilty of leading him on or teasing him!

Caleb's head popped up once more as you contemplated, growing a bit too still for his liking, it seemed. You met his gaze with your blurred one, and he smiled, softer now, but you noticed his hand reaching down to his belt, opening it before moving on to his zipper.

"N-No...!" you mewled, and Caleb watched the horror etched in your expression, a sense of adoration washing over his. The stark contrast of your reactions didn't help soothe you, but it taught you an important lesson: It had never been your fault.

You were just unlucky to become his object of obsession.

"I'll make sure you won't be able to walk away from me once I'm done," he sighed blissfully, his massive cock springing free from his pants, his eyes never straying from you, even when he lined it up to your entrance.

"Even if you want to."

[crunchystarz]

TWST SELF-AWARE AU —series

overblot boys x gn! reader, prologue ,CHAP1 [you are here]

Cw- obsessive behavior, stalking(Idia is being desperate and a little shit),reader feeling like they're being watched....they are.

Summary: You got a new game and have been playing it quite a bit, yet it feels like since then your casual college life has been a little off putting but you can't explain why.

Word count: 2003

A/N: this was supposed to be posted yesterday gah and it's a bit shorter than I'd like but it's wtv

CHAPTER ONE —

Imagine watching your current understanding of reality slip through your fingers like grains of sand. Everything you’ve ever known, your memories, your feelings, your identity, nothing more than pre-written scripts and strings of code. Every connection you've made, every triumph and heartbreak, is fabricated. Not real. Never real. Just fantasy, coded illusions.

A sick, disconcerting reality to accept, isn’t it? That you are not a real person.

So what are you? What is your purpose? What were you made for? That was the thought running through these men's minds at the moment.. They all shared the same despair and loss of feeling, if you could even call it feeling. There was one thing they could all agree on: The player.

Once they found out Ramshackle’s peculiar Perfect was more than them. More than code. Yuu was real. Not exactly, Yuu was a face for something more. Behind the powerless human from another world was you. The only thing real, the only thing genuine. They became obsessed with that; they became obsessed with you exactly and worshipped you even.

Each one of them fought for your attention. They wanted to be your favorite, had to be your favorite. They were going to make sure of it, no matter what the cost. They would make you love them.

You didn't get out often, so it was nice that a friend of yours invited you out. You wouldn't consider yourself extremely introverted, but you're definitely not an extrovert. You enjoyed your peace, but it was nice to be around friends here and there. You don't have many, so you were actually quite excited to get out of the house.

You scramble around to find your keys and your wallet. You had seemed to be misplacing your items as if late.. You weren't normally so forgetful; maybe it was stress causing you to forget where you put your things? Frustrated, you flopped on your back on your bed.

A ping from your phone makes your head perk up. You lazily rolled over to grab it. Sitting up, you look down at your notifications. A frown spread across your face. Of course. First, you can't find your things then you get cancelled at the last minute? Your friend wasn't known to just bail on people either; something must have happened. The universe must have a grudge on you, huh? You were really looking forward to getting out.

Another notification popped up across your screen. “Your LP is full.” Ah right twisted wonderland was a game you had recently really gotten into. Might as well play since you're not going out anyway. Your finger hovered over the game icon, its familiar logo glowing warmly on the screen, ‘Twisted Wonderland’, A comfort, a constant. You tapped it. The screen lit up, and that now familiar jingle played, looping over and over, welcoming you back.

You get into your usual rhythm of the game. Humming to yourself as the familiarity brought you peace. However after a while, you start to feel odd. It's a weird feeling that makes your skin crawl. You don't know why the sudden wave of paranoia hit you. Uncomfortable is the only way to describe the feeling. You look around your room. It had gotten dark out by now, and your lights were off. The only thing allowing you to see was the gentle moon glow.

It was odd. It felt as if you were being watched. You don't know why that thought suddenly implanted itself in your head. It sent shivers down your spine. It was so weird, you couldn't explain it, but something in your head was screaming at you that someone, something was watching you.

Your breath hitched. You put your phone down slowly, the game still running in the background. But you couldn’t focus on it anymore. That sensation hadn’t gone away. You were just being paranoid. You lived alone in your apartment. This uneasy feeling made your stomach sick. Was the stress getting that bad you were getting paranoid again.

You glanced back at the screen. One of the boys was on it. Riddle. It was just him the screen black and his text box left blank. It felt as if his gray eyes were staring directly. You furrowed your brows. There was nothing else just the 2D model staring at you.

“Nope,” you whispered. “Game's glitched. I’m tired. It’s just a glitch.” Your game is glitched, and you're just paranoid from the lack of sleep and stress of work. Yup, that was it. Staying home was a good idea if you were going to act strange the whole time. Riddle is not looking at you, he can't look at you [name] go to bed, you tell yourself. Nothing to overthink.

Closing out the app, you roll over on your back and sigh. Your tongue poked at your cheek. You need to go to sleep. School and work have been eating you up lately. Something had to be wrong with you. Sleep deprivation, overworing, caffeine withdrawal. Something. That was the logical explanation.

You don't need to get worked up over something so small. Just rest you convince yourself. You feel your eyelids get heavier as you start to drift off.

You wake up to the sound of your notifications blowing up. Confused, as your messages were usually dry. Sleepily, you grab your phone expecting it to be your friend or maybe one of your family members. No, it's from an unknown number. Your blood runs cold upon reading the messages. What the hell?

[Unknown]: heyyyy [name]-chan~

[Unknown]: you were going to go out today and you looked so cute!

[Unknown]; Too cute for other people couldn't let you leave looking like that>:]

[Unknown]: the others were so bummed you barely played not me though I got access to you whenever I want

[Unknown]: don't tell them tho lolz!!

[Unknown] You know you're rlly cute when you sleep btw<3

Your stomach dropped. Your screen lit up again. Dread weaseling its way into your skin. Unease was an understatement of what you were feeling right now. Just who is this? Was this some unfunny joke your friend was pulling? You wished it were that simple.

[Unknown]: You shouldn't ignore us, though. It hurts our feelings.

[Unknown]: I know you're reading theseeee

You didn't respond. You couldn’t. Your fingers hovered above the screen, trembling. ,Your eyes flicked to the top of the screen profile picture. No number. Just Unknown. You tapped to block the sender. Nothing happened. Tapped again.

Still nothing.

Then another ping.

[Unknown]: blocking me already? :( ur no fun!!!

You sucked in a sharp breath and stood, your legs unsteady. Panic churned in your chest. You pulled your knees against your chest. Biting your lip, you clumsily type a reply.

[You]: Who are you?!?

The reply dots appear and reappear. What was going on? What did you do to deserve a stalker? Too many thoughts ran through your head. You collapse on your bed. The soft blue light from your screen illuminated your face. Finally, you get a text back.

[Unknown]: that's for you to find out!! If you do, you'd have to keep it a secret ;]

[You]: Please just leave me alone.

[Unknown]: No can do [name]-chan :<

[Unknown]: ah gtg lil bros calling fun talking with ya!!!

You watch as the blank icons' green light turns gray, signifying they are no longer online. You stare at your phone screen for a few minutes. You feel tears prick the brim of your eyes. This was a sick, sick joke. Had to be a prank. You needed to calm down. Maybe you should call the police? Would this be enough to be considered harassment?

You huffed. You couldn't sleep now, not with the thought of someone stalking you. Who would want to stalk you anyway? You're a broke college student just barely getting by with the job you have at the local cafe. You don't have much interesting going on with your life, so why you?

Another text. You fearfully opened the message. You saw the contact name and sighed out of relief. It was your friend—wait, their message didn't make any sense. They were wondering why you didn't show up, but they cancelled on you. Looking through your messages, you couldn't find any proof of the conversation you had prior. You know you didn't make it up...

Your face turned up. Today had to be a bad dream. What exactly was going on? You squirmed out of bed, leaving your phone on your bed. Just being near it made you uncomfortable. Slipping into the living room.

You rubbed your arms as a cold chill settled over you, despite the room being warm. Everything felt off. Like your world was tilted slightly on its axis, and no one had noticed but you. You turned on the light in the living room, needing something to ground you. The warm glow helped… a little. But that crawling feeling remained. You don't even remember falling asleep at your kitchen island.

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There Idia goes running his mouth again now Leona and Vil are on his ass. His yellow eyes shifted, avoiding the two figures' gazes. Leona grabbed the collar of his hoodie aggressively. “Listen, you decided to run your mouth earlier,” Leona growled, his voice low and dangerous, “now elaborate before I turn your face into sand.” The lion beast man spat. Vil crossed his arms and glared.

Idia put his arms up in surrender. He knew they were going to find out eventually that they were as obsessive as he was. Still, it was annoying; it was a secret he wanted to keep to himself a bit longer. flFinding out he could use magic to bypass the code just enough to have access to your phone.

“I just talked to em a bit, no biggie-” Idia yelped, trying to push Leona off him even if it was clear who was stronger. Vil huffed and moved closer shoving Leona causing him to growl under his breath, tail flicking in annoyance.

“You're telling me you have contact outside of our plane and you didn't tell any of us. Do you know how important that is, numbskull!" The pomefiore housewarden snapped.

“Okay okay okay!! Chill!” Idia squawked, ducking his head down, hair flaring pink for a moment before settling back into its usual blue flame. “It's not like I didn't plan to tell you guys! I was just... testing the connection! Beta access! You know, like a soft launch??”

Leona scoffed, tossing him back with a shove. “Dont sugar coat nothin we ain't stupid you were just getting greedy.” Idia couldn't deny he was greedy. He wanted you for himself. How could he not be greedy he was closer to you than anyone else. He wasn't going to share the information originally, he was going to claw into that closeness only you and he had. Yet he was cocky and ended up running his mouth when he ran into the duo. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“You aren't thinking logically you radish, if you have direct access to the entirety of their devices who knows if that's the limit we can go think about it” Leona said tapping a finger against dia's forehead. A smirk played on his lips. “If we can build that gap with simple magic don't ya think we could probably weasel our way into their world " He explained further.

"in your hypothetical where any of what you're talking about is correct we would need immense magical power, much more than either one of us could produce on our own" Vil but in. His eyes scanned Leona. Vil knew Leona was a genius. It was built into him he knew that he was always going to be one of the smartest characters in this world. Yet he held his doubts about this. It sounds too far fetched. How would they even go about this?

"Never said it would be easy at all it sounds simple on bluepaler you don't think I havent thought about how much magic that would take been thinking about this for awhile actually but this new information the otaku gave us makes me think we really have a chance...won't like it but I think I'd we get that lizards help" the savanaclaw housewarden said crossing his arms before yawning.

" it's late 'm going to bed you two should do the same ,Vil get the others gathered sometime tomorrow " Leona said flicking is wrist before walking off suddenly. Vil and Idia both exchanged glances, the shift of his attention gave them whiplash.

Idia mumbled under his breath something about how annoying Leona was, Vil couldn't quite catch what he had said. With a sigh Vil turned on his heel. "I shall be taking my leave now, no more funny business until tomorrow we shall discuss your little communication with the Perfect then. " He spoke before walking the same direction Leona had gone.

Oh how Idia hated sharing with six other guys, it was such a pain why couldn't he just have you for himself...

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[ducksido]

OKK, hiiii ♥️, I came to make a request… kind of a weird one, but it’s my fantasy, okay? So, what would the dorm leaders and the other dorm members do if we gave them a smack on the butt? I've always wanted a bold Yuu. 😈 (But if it makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to do it <3)

Heartslabyul Dorm

Riddle Rosehearts: You smack his ass mid-lecture. He freezes. Visibly. Slowly turns red. “You… you—YUU!” Cue full-on explosion. He’s sputtering about decorum and discipline, but you’ve broken him. He starts checking over his shoulder around you for WEEKS.

Ace Trappola: “PFFFFT—yo, seriously? You’ve got guts, Prefect.” He’s into the chaos. May retaliate with a grab if you're not careful. Ace would make it a competition.

Deuce Spade: Chokes on air. “Y-Y/N!! T-That’s not appropriate behavior!” Looks horrified but turns beet red and can’t stop thinking about it. You’ve haunted his soul.

Cater Diamond: “Oho~ Scandalous~! You really are full of surprises, Prefect~ 💕” Definitely posts a vague tweet about it. Might even encourage you to do it again.

Trey Clover: Surprised chuckle. “Hah. Bold today, aren’t you?” He doesn’t make a big deal of it, but you feel him watching you with that smug older-brother energy for the rest of the day.

Savanaclaw Dorm

Leona Kingscholar: You smack it while he’s napping. Grabs your wrist and pulls you down. “You got a death wish or somethin’?” But he doesn’t let go. Tail twitching. He's mildly entertained and highly dangerous now.

Ruggie Bucchi: YELPS. Full on jumps. “HEY!! What the—You tryna give me a heart attack?!” You owe him a donut now. But he’s blushing for real. Calls you “wild” and is 100% telling everyone.

Jack Howl: Gasps. Freezes. Stares at you in horror. “Th-That’s inappropriate, Yuu!!” You have permanently short-circuited him. He won’t stop thinking about the forbidden smack.

Octavinelle Dorm

Azul Ashengrotto: Lets out the most startled “Hah!” and clutches his poor heart. “W-What in Twisted Wonderland possesses you to behave that way?!” He’s flustered, indignant, and mentally drafting a 12-page contract that bans butt-smacking. Secretly flattered.

Jade Leech: Smiles. Wide. Unnervingly. “My, my… Such boldness. Do be careful, Yuu, or you might awaken something~” You’re in danger.

Floyd Leech: Snickers. “EHH? You really touched Shrimpy’s favorite chew toy~?” Smacks your butt back. Now it’s a game. You started something you CANNOT finish.

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim Al-Asim: GIGGLES. “H-Hey!! That tickled!” He doesn’t get it. He thinks it’s some kind of new friendship greeting. Now he's doing it back without understanding the implications.

Jamil Viper: Eyes go wide. PAUSES. “…What… did you just do?” If you don’t run, he’s going to chase you down and make you regret that boldness. Is very red but too proud to admit it got to him.

Pomefiore Dorm

Vil Schoenheit: Whirls around like a diva in a telenovela. “You dare touch this masterpiece without permission?” He glares—but there’s a dangerous little smirk. “You better pray you don’t tempt me again.”

Rook Hunt: Sighs dramatically. “Ahhh~! The touch of my beloved Trickster—so daring, so raw!” Immediately returns the favor tenfold. You have awakened a beast. Good luck.

Epel Felmier: GASPS. Face goes red. “H-Hey!! I ain’t some kinda plaything!!” He’s flustered but secretly happy you see him as grown-up enough for that. Might try to retaliate and totally miss.

Ignihyde Dorm

Idia Shroud: SCREAMS. Physically leaves his body. “I—I—I—I—YOU—YOU CAN’T JUST—WH—!!” Goes into hiding for three days. Probably writes a dramatic Tumblr post about it.

Diasomnia Dorm

Malleus Draconia: You… smacked the prince’s butt. Time stops. “…My child of man… You grow bolder by the day.” He’s amused. Curious. Might ask if this is a human courting ritual. It becomes A Thing.

Lilia Vanrouge: CACKLES. “Oh ho ho~!! Naughty, naughty~” Totally unbothered. Might even suggest you aim higher next time (the other cheek 👀).

Silver: Blinks awake from a nap. “Hm? Did you… just—?” He’s confused, a bit red, and unsure whether it was a dream. He’ll be flustered for the rest of the day.

Sebek Zigvolt: “YOU DARE LAY YOUR HAND ON—!!” Loses his mind. He’s yelling about disrespect and how you should apologize to Lord Malleus instead, but you smacked his ass, not Malleus’. Doesn’t stop yelling for ten minutes.

RSA + Rollo (and a bonus)

Neige LeBlanche: “Oh! A-Ahaha… That surprised me!” Blushing so hard it’s visible from space. Smiles nervously but can’t make eye contact for the rest of the week.

Chen’ya: “Oh~? Frisky today, are we~?” Whistles. Definitely returns it and acts like it’s a fun little dance. He’s chaos too.

Rollo Flamme: “W-What blasphemous behavior is this?! T-Touching one’s backside is—!!” You nearly killed him. He may spontaneously combust. You're never allowed in Noble Bell again.

Kiyoko Ayres: (my oc) “...Oh, we’re doing that now?” Cue slow, dramatic head turn. She gives you the most evil, gremlin grin before bolting after you at full speed.

“GET BACK HERE, YOU MENACE—YOU THINK I WON’T DROPKICK YOU WITH LOVE?!” Laughs the whole time, tackles you into a hug, and makes a scene. Gets revenge later when you least expect it—harder.

“You started this, Yuu. I’m just finishing it—with ✨style✨.”

[sleepyangelkami]

I'm posting this from my phone so please bare with me guys.

"ew, you write y/n as a baby."

okay, so. I understand that the way I write might not float everyone's boat which is so okay !! But yk what you could do...? Scroll !! There's no need to hate. I really apologize if the way I've written my readers in x reader fics is harmful in any way. However, I'm not going to stop making the character they're with baby them and look after them. The beauty in all of this is that none of it is real. Life can be hard and life can be way toooo much and at the end of the day you might js wanna read ab getting babied. People baby their partners all the time whether you're male female any other gender none of this matters. I write female y/n and if you have a problem with the characters babying her but at the same time you're posting matt sturniolo (I apologize if I spelled that wrong) and saying omg cutie baby 🥺🥺 it's the same thing !!! It's so normal and people are making it weird. If you want to read badass!y/n then write badass!y/n. People get so hung up on writing shy readers and saying it's weird. It's how a lot of people feel and I'm personally really shy irl which is why everything on my account is fake !! Kami isn't even my real name ! You guys need to stop spreading hate towards people and if you don't like their work whether it's cringe or even a little weird then please just scroll

"ew innocence kinks are for p*edos."

Oh my. More often than not innocence kinks are usually submissive people loving the chase and getting dominant people to spell it all out for them. Not only that but sometimes people suffer from childhood trauma (me !!) and they read things that make them get to relive the part where their 'innocence' was 'taken' from them in a gentle way and not by abuse of power. Also, some people just have innocence kinks !! And that's okay as long as you're two consenting adults. When did everyone get so judgemental !! I've seen stepcest, ACTUAL incest and more prominently pain kinks and knives kinks guys innocence kinks really are not the worst problems out there ! I understand that some people take them too far which is not okay and under no circumstances would I ever support someone taking advantage of someone else who doesn't fully comprehend what's going on. But yk what this is?? Mere fantasies. They don't exist, it's just what people like to read so please leave us alone 🩷

And finally, "why is y/n such a pushover omg?"

Wanna start off by saying I don't condone cheating ever !! And I would never write a fic where the reader gets back with the character after they cheat. With that being said, the only fics I have ever seen of that (very VERY few) they have put trigger warnings at the beginning to let you know what you're reading. And for the people who say that the reader shouldn't go back because their partner yelled at them... Guys PLEASE !! I understand that yelling isn't something that should be excused, you should never put your partner in a position where they are scared or feel uncomfortable. However, I also know for a fact that everyone reading this has at one point in their lives yelled at someone. Being loved isn't about loving someone with happy rainbows there's gonna be bad days which I find realistic enough. Partners argue, sometimes relationships even take breaks and people get petty and people yell but you know why?? Cause we're human !!! It's in our nature if we're angry or annoyed or whatever it may be. Of course this behavior shouldn't be excused if it's constantly on show. Although denying the fact that you'd ever get back with someone after they yelled at you during an argument is a little bit childish. I don't mean hate to anybody whatsoever I'm just saying that you're dating a human (hopefully) not an alien (you'd be surprised on Tumblr I actually can't rule that one out) they have emotions and while sometimes they can be misplaced... It doesn't mean they're a bad person for it.

This isn't meant to harm or send hate to anyone !! I've just seen so much hatred spread across Tumblr and it's really upsetting. People should learn to support one another and if you don't like the content, scroll ! Once again this is hate to nobody enjoy ur day/morning/evening/night lovelies !!! 🩷🩷

(sorry for the ramble angels)

[animentality]

I know x reader fans have always existed, and I don't generally mind them.

however I feel like the way they've overtaken fandom analysis/ shipping culture is an indication of the general decline of fandom communities.

they are normies, guys. I'm sorry.

it's not a slur, it's just a fact.

normies infiltrated fandom spaces because of covid.

they come in and just want to thirst after a particular character... and that's like. fine. of course it's fine it's always happened.

but they don't seem to actually care about the character being in character. nor does it really require any analysis of that character's motivations or story, or their relationship with others.

I know not everything HAS to relate to canon. like duh, we are here to make our own canon.

but come the fuck on. I go into a tag and it has a character tagged being some dommy daddy when that character is nothing like that in canon... and there's this line between making a character act a certain way bc that's your fetish, and completely ignoring who that character is entirely to the point where you could just replace their name with anyone else in any other show, and it wouldn't make a difference?

like that's... normie shit. it's people who do not think deeply or passionately about that media, it's just them having this surface level grasp of the physical attractiveness of the character.

and again. I'm not saying these people are stupid or whatever, just that the overabundance of this watered down ass content is an indicator of how much fandom has changed.

fans are not the socially awkward introverted queer voyeurs anymore, who enjoy fantasies and daydreaming about being someone else because of this disconnect with the self, or this fear of others that leads you to seek human connection in fiction.

they're the people who do just fine with other people ... and I'm not gatekeeping fandom from people who aren't socially awkward or anything.

but they come here, and they do shit like say you can't like this ship bc it's morally wrong .. you're not allowed to thirst after an 18 year old that makes you a pedophile... I'm 15 and I'm allowed to lust for Gojo but you a 25 year old woman, aren't allowed to write itafushi fanfiction.

go back to taxes and your job!!!

like that drives me fucking insane. these people want to insist they're not normies but they then go around insisting that being over 20 means you need to Work and Be a Normal Adult... bitch.

adults make fandoms. not you fucking children. you don't know how to build communities, you barely know how to make friends.

attacking people who like the same thing you do? is that what you think community building is?

oh this poor generation. anyway.

they come here and are disgusted by weird fetishes and obsessions. and by people sharing sexual headcanons or ideas about sexuality that make them uncomfortable because they've never ever been counter culture, they've never felt the need to go against the status quo.

they're cis straight girls/women mostly, whose mothers basically fuel the ya spicy romance booktok industry.

they're just younger and think it's trendier to be "in a fandom" than a fucking book club.

they're modern day bodice ripper fans... which again

would be so fucking fine, if they weren't doing the youth version of karening the fuck out.

and flooding the fandom with both hyper criticism of how you conduct your business AND an aggressive market for just imagining yourself with a character.

like fandom was originally just hyper passionate freaks.

they discussed movies and TV shows like life and death. they were fucking nuts but in the way where they needed to seek one another out, to share in this joyous sensation of being a freak obsessed with something beyond the point of reason.

now?

now it's like ... oh.

Sally from Bio thinks your love of Gaara is super creepy when you're 19. like what, are you a pedophile? why are you imagining him getting married to Naruto? are you a fucking pedophile who gets off to teens making out? they need to check your hard drive!!

like ok Sally.

ok.

I just think x reader is such a strong indicator of what kind of fan you are.

and if a fandom is mostly x reader... then it can't be that popular. it can't be a proper community.

how can it be?

it's as watered down and generic and bland as a marvel movie. it's stripped down of anything unique. it is pruned of controversy and humanity.

you are literally stripping yourself down into a non character.

you're not truly projecting yourself into a character, because the you that you read about is nothing. a placeholder. you are a passive observing robot who exists only in the form of a faceless and personality less entity.

and I don't get it.

what's the point then?

isn't fiction about realizing something about yourself or others

if your only manner of engaging is stripping yourself of personality... is it engagement at all?

or is it just more mindless consumption?

just watch law and order, man.

watch the good doctor or some shit on lifetime.

there's shows with passionate fanbases who theory craft and endlessly obsess with relationships and world building, and then there's shows with x reader only content and you know exactly why now.

[sugawhaaa]

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[heartless-tate]

Hi! If I may be so self indulgent and request something... 👉🏻👈🏻

Reader being a (for lack of better words) boring person. They're good at blending in within social circles but never standing out or having a circle or friend of their own. Good laughing at jokes but can't come up with good ones or even if they did, they don't have the courage to tell them outright. They're very much a chicken when it comes to expressing themselves as an individual because they're never comfortable enough around anyone. They are a chicken in general, to be honest. This essentially (and sadly) leaves them as an NPC in their own life. And they've accepted it, trying to come to terms with a life of extreme mediocrity. They're actively trying to push down any need of wanting more from life 99% of days.

However, when you're good at listening, you observe things much better and you learn things faster. And subconsciously, reader has been observing a lot of things about Velaris (including the IC). I'm not sure where this would lead but this is probably the only real skill they have; being a good observer and learner.

I leave the rest to you. I was thinking pairing them with Azriel (since he would probably understand her better) but I'm open to any modifications.

Also, just an afterthought, I've always wondered what job I would love to have in a fantasy world (and I don't know if this counts as an actual job) but something like observing the sky/stars to look for any forthcoming events sounds really cool. So I guess reader could do that since major events happen don't happen once in a hundred years or something which ultimately makes their job very boring. However, they love it because who wouldn't love spending their whole night star-gazing (potential date idea?? YESS).

Sorry this became way longer than I intended. I wouldn't judge if you chose not to write on it. Thanks & have a great day :)

Am I boring? | Azriel X boring F reader

A/N: Hiii! Tysm for your ask. I hope I captured what you were imagining right. 💖

summary: You’re a star mapper. And you’re boring with no hope of love. Or at least you believed that until Azriel came along.

1.2k words

warnings: no use of y/n, she/her pronouns, cussing??, romance?? That’s it?? I think?

The stars shined brighter tonight. Since you were a little girl, you had always been fascinated by them. How they sparkled. They were interesting, and beautiful- unlike you. Maybe that’s why you clung onto them.

You pulled a piece of parchment from your bag, and started mapping the stars. Rhysand, the highlord of the night court, had invited you to his court to observe and map stars from this  part of the world. You accepted, wanting some change. Even if you knew it wouldn’t be much of a difference to you. The inner circle was more than nice to you, and you appreciated it.

Laughter bubbled from behind you. You currently sat with your telescope on the balcony of the House of Wind. This was your third week here. Rhysand had offered you a permanent place here in the night court, but you were yet to accept. You didn’t fit in. You were a background character. A random star mapper, a job would probably never be much of use to anyone. Except weird star fanatics. Aka you. You were sure he only offered you a place here because of pity.

The inner circle seemed to really like you, and whether that was because of your quiet and shy nature, or the fact you always listened and gave great advice, or the fact you always laughed to try and fit in even if you didn’t quite understand the joke, you didn’t know. The only one who seemed to see past your mask of people pleasing was the Shadowsinger.

Anytime you ‘laughed’ at Cassian’s jokes, he was always there, smirking with a known look at you. As if he knew you. As if he had known you your whole life. Azriel had seemed curious about you. It was uncomfortable. Nobody had ever been curious about you. Everyone always enjoyed someone that they could talk to about themselves for hours. But he was the one always interrupting the other members of the inner circle to question you, on you. And your own life. And sadly you didn’t have many answers other than, “oh I don’t know.”

It made you feel weird at how interested he seemed in you. It made you feel awkward. But you knew he would lose interest once he really discovered there wasn’t actually much to you. You were a bore.

“Those stars are named Arktos, Carynth, and Oristes. They shine above that mountain for a week once a year during the blood rite.” A voice said beside you. You flinched as you noticed Azriel sitting directly by you, his shadows swirling around you both. He was always appearing out of nowhere. He handed you a plate of cake.

“Courtesy of Elain. She baked dessert tonight.” Azriel said, lifting a bite of his cake to his mouth and chewing on it.

“Oh.” You responded, setting the plate down beside you. You quickly labeled the stars on your parchment. They were beautiful.

“Do you like cake?” He questioned.

You paused and stared blank at him.

“I’m not sure?” You responded, fiddling with your hands. “It’s okay, I guess.”

Azriel smiled at you knowingly. Loud laughter boomed from the room behind you two. He looked right at you with piercing amber eyes that seemed annoyed. As if he had noticed you flinching from the loud sounds.

“Come with me? Just trust me.” He whispered, grasping your hand gently with caution. It was sudden. And you weren’t sure. You didn’t know him much. How could you trust him? But something in your body and soul screamed yes. Why not? It was risky- but life was boring.

“Okay.” You responded, gasping as he pulled you close, his wings wrapping you close to him, and his shadows swarming around you both before all of a sudden you were now standing on a cliff. Oh gods. His hands were on your hips gently, his wings spread wide, letting you see the view.

You both stood on a cliff that overlooked a waterfall and river. The moon reflected in the water and the stars did too, creating a mirror effect. It was probably the most gorgeous sight you had ever seen.

“Its- it’s…” Your words fumbled, mouth open in shock. “Beautiful..” you whispered. His breath was hot against your ear.

“Very.” He whispered back. When you looked at him he wasn’t even looking at the view. His eyes were glued on you. And he was looking at you as if you were a goddess. Azriel’s eyes softened, with adoration. It scared you. Nobody had ever looked at you like that. With a blush you realized he was holding you like a lover. He smirked at you as if knowing you just realized it.

Azriel slowly let go and used his wing to guide you to turn around. Blankets and pillows were on the ground. Like a picnic but a nest. His shadows swirled excitedly around the set up. He guided you gently to the set up, helping you sit down before sitting beside you.

“Do you want your mapping materials? My shadows can retrieve them for you. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to just relax and enjoy this night or continue star mapping.” He murmured.

You thought for a second. This was odd. Was this a date? Or did he do this with all of his friends? Did you want to map or did you want to enjoy this night with him?

“No it’s okay.” You replied, eyes glued to the stars above. They were much clearer from this view then from the House of Wind. You guess the city lights blurred them out. But here? They were in their full glory.

“Why did you bring me here?” He seemed to pause before responding. 

“My shadows told me you might be leaving soon. This is my attempt at convincing you to stay here. In the night court. With your mate.” Azriel confessed.

He watched your eyebrows furrow.

“Mate? I don’t have a mate-“ you panicked.

His wings cocooned you and his arm enveloped you. It was like he could sense your panic. He rocked you back and forth like a child. And it was comforting.

“I’m your mate. I’ve known since I’ve met you. I thought I would have more time to get to know you and the bond would snap for you, but then my shadows informed me of your soon departure.”

You swallowed, throat bobbing. You blinked a few times. “There isn’t anything about me to get to know.” You replied harshly. Azriel’s eyebrows furrowed with concern. Shadows swirled around you both, some tendrils caressing you.

“Don’t say that. I know it isn’t true. Everyday I learn something new about you. I don’t care what you say, you are the most interesting person I’ve ever met.” He said, words much louder and firmer now. He thinks you’re interesting?

“Stay. Stay with me. Let me get to know you. I don’t expect you to accept the bond anytime soon. But give me- give us a chance.” Azriel said, wings tightening around you both. His eyes bore into you, with a fierce and loving look in them. You couldn’t help but soften in his hold.

You realized then, you deserved love. And for once a belonging feeling overwhelmed your senses.

“I’ll stay.”

Hope you guys enjoyed 💗

[whereserpentswalk]

People have been weird about interacting with you since you became a vampire. Like, there's the outright bigots of course, family or freinds who don't talk to you, people on social media who think you should be dead, but there's also this deep awkwardness.

Like, sometimes it won't fully click with people that you're a vampire now. You had a relative put food in front of you and call you rude for not eating it. And like, you physically can't eat it. But you're still considered weird for not. You're weird for everything you do now.

You can't pass for human really, but you pass way better than most vampires. So it's this weird thing where people know your a vampire but they kind of forgot when they're talking to you, like, you can't hide from bigots but people can still ignore your needs. Like sometimes people will ask you to go somewhere in direct sunlight, and you have to explain to them that you just can't, like you're not so weak to sunlight that it'll kill you so they expect you to just do it, but it'll hurt a lot, and people don't care. They never care when you're in pain in a way that they can't be in pain.

It's also awkward how people don't understand that you move differently, or emote differently now that you aren't human, and they think you're so weird and creepy for doing it. You've heard similar stories from other monsters, werewolves have this problem a lot, and most faeries and demons face more discrimination in human form than they do in their true forms because of it.

Trying to date is really hard. You look just human enough to fit right into people's vampire fetishes. So you have so many people who want to fuck you, and none of them want a relationship with you beyond that. It almost feels lonelier than rejection. People want you to fit the archetype of this ancient dominant vampire, they want to fuck you as this unfeeling monster that you're just not, even people who are polite and aren't openly fetishistic want you to be this commanding and dominant archetype. Meanwhile you just want someone to cuddle you and be nice to you, and that's not anyone's fantasy.

You've mostly given up on dating at this point. The one time someone mistook you for human at a dimly lit bar you nearly got punched when he found out you were a vampire. And despite everyone's fantasies they don't want to date someone who can't really go out with them when it's light out.l, and so many people are put off by sleeping with you when they find out your genitals are basically vestigial now. If you do date now it'll be another monster.

And not to mention how young you look. You were bitten as a teenager, you're in your twenties now and you can barely pass for an adult. It's weird, you're going to look like this for a long time, thousands of years mabye. People still treat you like a kid, like you're frozen in time, but you're not. You're relatives were afraid when you moved out, as if they rest of the world wasn't afraid of you, as if people didn't cross the street when they saw your red eyes and fangs. As if everyone around you wasn't more safe than sorry around you.

People never hate say they hate vampires, they just say they hate everything vampires are. They find immortality uncomfortable when someone's long lived enough. They find supernatural weaknesses inconvenient and selfish. They find the way you move creepy. They find the fact that you drink blood scary. They think super strength makes you dangerous. They don't hate you, they just hate everything about you. Is that any better?

[ultraethereal22]

REVISITED LESBIAN MASTERDOC

I wanna share with y'all my version of the lesbian masterdoc. we know the og is a bit problematic, but it helped me sm, so I revisited it. if you don't have a lot of points you aren't necessarily a lesbian. notice that a lot of points also have cons (maybe you're bi and you prefer women, you have orientation OCD, you're aroace, that's your taste in men, you are emotionally unavailable, etc). so here we go...

you believe women are objectively pretty and men are objectively ugly

you believe love is just friendship with kisses

you see having sex with men as a burden

if you're a virgin, you wanna have your first time with a man in a long time

using religion as an excuse (subconsciously) to have sex after marriage

in your sexual fantasies the man is not very detailed/the more there are details the more you're bored or disinterested/you're the observer of the scene and you focus on the woman

you constantly doubt you're into men, but you don't do that with women

you find interesting men that you can't have (taken/married men, gay men, aroace men, fictional men, celebrities, much older men, men who clearly don't give a shit about you)

you prefer having long-distance relationships with men

in series and movies you focus on female characters and don't care about the male ones

having sex with men as a form of self-harm subconsciously

you prefer feminine men

when you think you have a crush on a guy, your fantasies are never actually romantic (ex. you imagine yourselves simply hanging out and enjoying each other's company, with no kisses or stuff like that)

you think you're not attracted to men cuz you still have to find the one

you have very high standards with men, but not with women

you run away as soon as the boy likes you back

finding absurd other girls lose their minds over men

not getting what's so special about certain men (ex. Leonardo DiCaprio)

you have never noticed him, but when other girls start to like him you start to crush on him, too

crushing on the guy that is liked by the girl you're super close with

believing that being attracted to men means simply finding them "nice"

choosing a boy as a crush just because someone asked you if you liked somebody or they pressured you

wishing you were a lesbian

believing you can't be a lesbian because you would've already known

believing you gotta have sex with your man just to show him you care for him, not because you enjoy it

basing your attraction for men on their personality only

finding boring future with a man

being scared of being a lesbian and asking yourself if you're one at the same time

having an intense friendship with a woman, especially if she's sapphic

always imagining yourself with a man in the future, knowing you'd rather be with a woman

thinking you'd be 100% with a woman in a world with no homophobia

changing a lot of labels, but never considering the lesbian one. you'd rather go directly for aroace

believing you're into men, but you don't care about making male friends or you have never found them interesting, not even in a platonic way

when a straight fantasy isn't making you horny, you change the story many and many times to try to turn you on on purpose to prove your heterosexuality/bisexuality

you go out with any man that likes you

you want men to want you, but when it works it makes you feel uncomfortable

getting into a straight relationship just for material convenience or to feel cool or not to let the world think you could be sapphic

wishing your boyfriend wasn't that into romantic stuff and sex

you get over men very fast

wishing for a relationship, not really for a boyfriend

wanting sex with men for validation

you need to be drunk or high to have hetero sex

wanting straight sex only if you're subdued

wanting to kiss a girl friend "to know how to kiss boys"

touching a girl by mistake and feeling weird after it (it could be simply an arm touch)

feeling awkward in a changing room

"if she were a boy, I'd be with her"/"if I were a boy, I'd be with her"

"if I were him, I'd never treat her like that"

being obsessed with queer culture as an "ally"

"everyone is a little bit gay"

everyone thinks you are

wanting to kiss a female friend as a sign of "big friendship"

some girls kiss each other to turn men on, so you take subconsciously this opportunity to kiss one because you actually desire to

kissing girls when you're drunk/high

you constantly find ways not to believe you're a lesbian

you find more sensible gay men's attraction than straight girl's attraction to men

not having "enough time for men and relationships"

if your friend uses other pronouns too, you use them a lot, more than the feminine ones to subconsciously bypass your attraction

treating bad out of nowhere the girl you were so attached to

every time you find a man funny you automatically think you're into him

you try to like men to feel more feminine (for trans girls)

joking many times about not being attracted to men or their genitals

btw if you're sure you don't like men in a sexual way, but you still don't know if you like them emotionally I recommend to research on limerence. that's how I realised I was a lesbian<3

I hope all of this helps you girlies. you're always valid♡

[heyftinally]

The fact that I've been recommended - and even BLAZED - posts from the "teacher crush community" is, quite frankly, concerning and nasty.

As a teacher, we almost always know when a student is crushing on us. Y'all aren't slick. And frankly, it's uncomfortable as FUCK for us. We have to walk on eggshells around you to make sure we don't give you the wrong idea or put ourselves in a situation that you're going to misinterpret or misrepresent to suit your fantasies, because that can cost us our careers and our livelihoods. Do you know what happens to pedophiles? Yeah, that's what we could get labeled as EASILY.

It's just really REALLY uncomfortable and gross to think about someone 10+ years younger than you crushing on you, or especially having "spicy" thoughts about you.

This isn't something cute or innocent to promote or fantasize about. Teacher/student relationships are abuse. It's always an abuse of a power dynamic, often an adult and a minor, and it's not something that should be considered normal or innocent.

Your teachers are at WORK to TEACH you - don't make it weird for them. That's gross. It's just as gross as when an old man goes into Starbucks and starts hitting on the barista ⅓ his age. Don't creep on people, especially not when they're at work and forced to be around you. Seriously. I know you can't control a crush, but instead of glorifying it, work on getting over it. It's not cute or funny or quirky, it's gross and uncomfortable as hell for your teacher, and they deserve to have a safe work environment.

I had a student crushing on me, and it was the most disgusting, uncomfortable situation I've ever been put in. This CHILD was a good 10+ years younger than me, and would relentlessly try to find excuses to talk to me just so she could "flirt" with me (gag, puke). I was legitimately concerned I was going to lose my job if too many other kids caught on to her game, and if that happened I could have easily never been able to work with kids again - it would have cost me my CAREER.

Stop it. Seriously, stop it. Leave your teachers alone.

[ddarker-dreams]

the yan hxh character's favorite types of styles on you.

(warning for some not SFW implications/reader described as fem)

chrollo loves you in classy, elegant, yet formfitting outfits that highlight the silhouette of your body. slim blazers, short pencil skirts, sheer tights, pumps. will be smiling happily to himself if you struggle with heels since you're forced to cling to him, or trip. purposefully gets outfits that are difficult for you to put on by yourself (like having a zipper in the back) so you must begrudgingly call upon him for assistance.

pretends he 'forgot' to include some pants or shorts as potential options but it was 100% intentional. don't believe his lies. he loves anything that reveals your collarbones but not if you're going out. only he gets to see them, no one else. he mostly goes for neutral colors with a heavy emphasis on black, ivory, beige, navy, and sometimes burgundy if he's feeling a bit wild.

as far as accessories go, he favors dangling earrings and choker-length necklaces. you don't get to wear watches anymore because when he last gifted you one, you kept checking it every time he started talking, and it kinda hurt his feelings. he is a fan of you putting your hair up because he loves admiring the muscles of your neck and it grants him easier access for kissing.

(phinks, feitan, machi and paku under the cut)

phinks originally gives you some t-shirts and sweatpants because hell if he knows how to dress a woman. he doesn't want you thinking he's some pervert that kidnapped you purely for sexual gratification — no, there's a deeper connection he's trying to foster with you here. that being said... if he could have it his way, his biggest fantasy is having you wear those tennis outfits. preferably with white or pink colors. he just thinks you'd look really cute. the short, pleated skirt brushing against your thighs, tight polo shirt, a pair of high top tennis shoes; he'd be in heaven. phinks will want to scoop you up and twirl you around or some other romantic-sounding shit.

doesn't really have any preferences when it comes to accessories. his biggest thing is in the colder seasons, seeing you wrapped up in a scarf is super endearing. it makes his heart almost beat out of his chest. jewelry isn't a big deal to him. he'll gift you a fair amount because he figures Woman = Want Shiny Thing (as if you're a crow), but it doesn't do much for him visually. aside from stud earrings with simple designs, like a flower or moon. he thinks that's pretty cute.

feitan doesn't think about fashion much. he literally wears the same thing every day and only washes his bloodstained jacket if you ask nicely (aka plead). he gets you some long shirts and calls it a day. when you ask if you can have shorts or anything similar to that, he silently stares at you. unlike chrollo, it really didn't occur to him. if he's in a good mood he'll pick up what you asked for. probably gets an uncomfortable material or the wrong size but it isn't out of spite, he genuinely has no idea what he's doing.

he discovers by accident that the sight of you in a sheer nightgown is especially appealing. other than that, the only preference he's aware of is seeing you in light colors. it gives you this innocent glow that he finds aesthetically pleasing. the way it further highlights how different you are — pure (by his standards, at least), virtuous — really does something for him. he has a weird obsession with your wrists so he's gotten you a few silver link bracelets. that's the most you get to accessorize should you ever choose to wear them.

machi lets you wear whatever you want and listens to your clothes requests, because she's too embarrassed to admit what she'd find you cute in. no one could get the information out of her, even if it came down to torture. so... what she wants more than anything (drumroll please)... is to see you wearing one of those short overall outfits over a plain shirt. she'd be staring at you as if you were the mona lisa. she has no idea why the concept entices her as much as it does. all she knows is that you'd look fucking adorable and she'd commit multiple crimes for you.

she likes you in denim, any color really. jean shorts, ripped jeans, skinny jeans, flared jeans, wide jeans, high waist, low waist; she's all about it. oversized tops are a big favorite as well. extra points if the sleeves are too long and cover most of your hand. you think she's glaring at you but in reality she's trying so hard to keep her fraying mind in check.

pakunoda has you looking runway ready whenever she takes you out. the woman did research. a lot of what you wear is tailored specifically to your complexion, body type, facial structure, etc. she enjoys high fashion and has procured pieces made by the biggest names. most of what's in your closet is either wool, pure cotton, or silk. it looks and feels luxurious. she favors seeing you in jumpsuits or maxi-length dresses. coordinating outfits is a favorite of hers, she has color theory down and you both look stunning together. around the house (or wherever she's keeping you), you're free to dress as you please. you both have matching house slippers and robes.

accessories will depend on the season, but you can expect to be wearing sleek sunglasses and the occasional hat. for jewelry, she goes for her birthstone, diamonds, and gold. nothing too ostentatious though. she keeps it classy. while she'd love to see you in stilettos, if you can't walk in them well, she'll go for flat pumps instead.

[hotcat37]

Do you have any NSFW headcanons for the JO guys?👀 Like kinks, turnoffs etc

oooh interesting question 👀 I haven't written much JO smut but I do have some headcanons/things I like to see in fics :)

Nace:

-I honestly think he's pretty vanilla, he is open to trying new things but he'd be happy with even just dry humping as long as he's with someone he loves :]

-likes being told how strong he is and being complimented on his muscles and tattoos

-has a little fantasy of being a house husband and having sex while he's doing chores like cleaning or washing dishes

-being degraded in bed is his biggest turn off and completely takes him out of the mood, even if it's done jokingly it'll just make him feel bad (doesn't like degrading his partner either but might feel okay to use demeaning names in a playful setting)

-loves to cuddle his partner after <33

Jure:

-very horny, can and will initiate multiple rounds a day if his partner is up for it

-likes trying new things, especially weird positions, but cannot stay serious for too long during role playing and will get turned off if there's any too high expectations, he just wants to have fun

-has a kink for semi public sex (ex: in a supply closet after a gig, he enjoys the thrill but not enough to do anything riskier than that lol)

-ass guy, will just face plant straight into his partner's butt and be in heaven (good matchup for Kris then?)

-will make his partner food after first having a smoke ^_^

Kris:

-somewhat bratty during sex but he's actually just nervous and tries to hide it with sarcastic quips, hesitant to try new things

-bit of a pillow princess, likes to take things slow and relaxed whether he's on top or bottoming

-enjoys having his hair pulled and his thighs and ass being massaged

-feminization is either a big hit or a big miss, likes being called princess and wearing lacy stuff and feeling pretty but if his partner takes the feminizing too far it quickly becomes uncomfortable for him and he'll start feeling self-conscious

-is completely focused on hygiene afterwards, will make his partner shower with him

Jan:

-will probably put on some sexy low instrumentals during foreplay, speaking of which, he tends to enjoy foreplay more than the actual sex itself lol

-doesn't really have any specific kinks but does really get off on hearing his partner moaning and other sensory triggers, is definitely down to be blindfolded to enhance the experience

-does get fatigued pretty easily, he tries to make the foreplay and sex last as long as possible but will most likely be too sleepy for a round 2

-doesn't like heavy dom/sub dynamics, power imbalance makes him uncomfortable even if it's just for a temporary fantasy, can't help but cringe when daddy kink is involved in any way

-barely has energy to do clean up before dozing off so there might be a little mess to clean up after his nap

Bojan:

-big praise kink, likes to be told he's a good boy/doing a good job (is ok with some light degradation like being called an attention whore or something)

-very good partner if you're into roleplaying, he'll take it (too) seriously, will come up with random lore to enhance the scenario on a whim

-loves to give oral, likes having his neck and ears kissed, enjoys gentle squeezes to his body

-he does have performance anxiety and his partner being quiet during sex or not visibly showing their enjoyment will quickly send him into a panic, needs reassurance and occasional check-ins to feel good during sex

-very cuddly afterwards and likes to be a clingy big spoon 🥄

[amymbona]

Omfg I love what you've done with the sex therapist Patrick au and there's so much potential for a part or even a part 3 for that scenario 🤤

Buuuut what do you think about Dr Zweig's office as a place to explore new kinks? Like maybe the patient form requires them to share at least 3 fantasies. Cut to reader tied to the bed/chair, panting and whimpering, Patrick kissing their neck, whispering dirty things and assurances in their ear. Sometimes he's gotta put on his soft dom pants to help patients step out of their comfort zone....😏

Cricketcanelane I'm building you a memorial for all the work you've done to us. 🛐🛐🛐 Also I'm sorry this took so long, I was slightly uninspired. :(

Kinks are a topic that you and doctor Zweig took some time to approach, considering your shyness about the topic of orgasms and sexual live itself. But Patrick has assured you that kinks, despite being considered a deviation, can do a lot bring that much needed spark to your sexual life, and can help you approach an orgasm faster.

He suggested you two try to get through some, just the minor and most harmless ones. Judging by your shy nature, he suggested you try bondage, stating that it allows you to let lose, as you're basically forbidden from shielding yourself in any way. An exposure therapy, in his words. At first, you attempted to reject it, but Patrick has assured you that he wouldn't do anything that you're uncomfortable with and introduced you to the concept of a safe word.

Following your eventual agreement, now, you're strapped up in a special kind of chair. Both your wrists and ankles are tied down by padded straps and one belt around your waist is securely holding you in the contraption. Luckily, you're fully clothed, once again wearing a skirt that Patrick has insisted you keep wearing if you want to keep yourself hidden. He can sense it's more comfortable for you that way and he's perfectly alright with that. After all, as he keeps saying, your comfort is his priority.

"Breathe, nice and steady," Patrick's palms massage your shoulders lightly, his voice coming as a velvety whisper around your head. "You have nothing to worry about."

He kisses you behind your ear, down your neck and over the contour of your jaw, already knowing where you like it the most, sensing that today, you're gonna need a far less gentle approach. At least that he believes.

"Tell me, Y/N, do you consider yourself a dirty girl?" Patrick purrs, fingers running over your collarbones, tracing the line of your neckline of your top and wasting no time to dip under it. It's pleasant to notice you opted not to wear a bra today. "I think you are."

"I-" a breathless moan escapes your mouth once Patrick's hand dips under your shirt and fingers flick over your pink nipple, feeling it harden under his touch. "I don't know."

A huff of his hot breath hits your ear, a gentle suck of his lips, and he smirks. "Do you feel it. How hard they are?" he asks, twisting both your nipples.

You nod quickly, head tilting to the side to allow Patrick more space. "Yes."

"Good," he exhales. "It takes so little to get you like this. You're really not as innocent as you make yourself look, hm?"

You have a hard time responding to any of Patrick's words, considering your head is totally flooded with with the feel of the not so gentle touch on your body. His attention is on your breasts for a while before redirecting his hands to a different spot.

A warm palm caresses your thigh, the light scratch of Patrick's stubble working as an element of surprise that's not so soft against you. Still, he keeps all his movements slow and calculated, wanting you to experience it all thoroughly.

He has to bite back a snicker when your thighs part almost automatically, inviting his hand between them. Running a finger over the hem of your panties, he grins upon your wetness coating his nail. "So good and wet for me."

The dirtiness of Patrick's words makes you moan, unable to hide the weird sense of excitement. It's unusual, so odd, and yet despite being, in some sense, made fun of, you still feel safe in his presence. Even with your body straped down. It's true how wet you are, and all of that is the result of Patrick's work.

Carefully approaching, Patrick's finger finds the warmth of your pussy, drawing a gasp of surprise from your lips and a jerk of your body. It's a natural reaction, your most sensitive part being exposed to someone else. The other hand strokes your hair, lips pressing to the side of your head, "It's okay. You're okay."

And it is more than okay when Patrick runs a finger through the wetness of your folds, the juicy flesh of your unsatisfied cunt that's almost begging to be touched, to be kissed and licked and made love to. Your poor pussy is begging for an orgasm, for a proper, real one. And it's Patrick's job to give you exactly that.

"We are going to make you feel good."

We. You and him. Him and you. Because it's not only Patrick's work. You are the main star of this whole play.

A sudden disappearance of the sensation snaps you out of your trance, eyes opening lazily to be met with the sight of Patrick's back. He's standing by one of the shelves, fishing out something from the top drawer. It doesn't take him long before he finds it.

"I'm sure you are familiar with vibrators," he states, walking back to where you are sitting. "Have you ever used one?"

"Yeah. Once or twice," you nod, eyeing the small toy. It doesn't look too big or complicated. Relatively simple.

"Did it help you reach an orgasm? Made you feel any different?" he asks, the velvety understanding in his tone making you throb down there.

You gulp, shaking your head. "No."

"Then it is a high time you try it again, hm?" he suggests, sliding the toy along your thigh. It disappears under you skirt and the cold tip presses against your soaked panties.

Patrick turns the vibrator on, on the lowest setting, looking for every tiny reaction on your beautiful face. And he's delighted. It scrunches up in response, a small wrinkle appearing between your brows, the pace of the toy already quicker than your finger could ever be. It ruts against your clothed clit, the swift motion causing you to stir in your seat.

With his free hand, Patrick reaches to your own that has balled into a fist, gently prying it open. "Don't fight it."

"I-" your voice quivers, "It's so- Can I get more?"

Who is Patrick to deny you right? He pushes the button, the buzzing noise getting louder with the sensation it provides. It's such a beautiful sight, seeing you squirm and moan, nodding at the pleasure you're receiving, fingers tapping against the smooth leather od the armrests.

"Yes, that's - oh my god - so good."

"We'll go a bit further, okay?" Patrick announces softly, moving the toy in small circles, rubbing over the drenched cotton. Your clit is all red and swollen, if only he could see it, getting almost hard under the mechanic abuse. Now, he's pushing the vibrator between your folds too, teasing your nervous pussy.

You have so rarely experienced the tied knot in your body, much different to a usual tummy ache, but it's a bit lower. As if you needed to pee, but not quite.

Patrick leans in, resuminghis precious action of kissing your neck, soft but wet. "Tell me when you feel you're close."

You can only nod, rubbing your cheek against the side of Patrick's head. Fuck. He's making you feel so good, so incredibly good that you're questioning whether it's actually real. The knot in your stomach tightens even further, thighs trembling and begging to be freed from the straps. You seel further friction, ever harder pressure, hips desperately lifting off of the seat.

It's possible that Patrick's soul has possessed that toy. How else would it be possible that a simple vibrator is making you feel this way?

"I'm-" you sigh, moaning eagerly. "I think it's... It's so-"

"Hold it," Patrick instructs.

You gaze up at him through heavy lids, glossy lips parting, startled. "What?"

"Don't let go just yet," he repeats, the smoothness od his voice contrasting the heaviness of the cold toy. "Try to hold it in."

"What? Why?" the question is disrupted by another moan and a violent thrash of your body.

Patrick sighs lightly into your ear, kissing the soft, sensitive skin there. He keeps circling your burning clit with the toy, running up and down though your folds and then back to the clit, abusing it from all different angels. "The built up arousal serves in higher pleasure. If you deny yourself the release, your orgasm is going to hit you much harder."

Deny... Release... Harder... That is exactly what you need, what your body craves. Desperately.

It almost hurts to keep it in, your stomach twisted in the most uncomfortable of ways. Your clit is all swollen, hard and hot, legs trembling where they are tied down. Fingers, again, balling into fists. You throw your head back, lashes fluttering as your eyes close. A wonderful picture for Patrick's eyes.

And it comes higher than you initially expected. Soon, you're genuinely struggling to hold it in, feeling something so incredibly powerful and heavy approaching. It's so different to all that you've felt before, so better to what any man made you feel.

"Patrick, I- please," your voice is weak, quivering, the same way your body is.

"That's good," he coos. "Just a bit longer, sweetheart."

But how much longer can you actually wait, when you're about to have something you've been craving for so long? When it's the sole reason why you have approached him in the first place?

It's unbearable, the scorching motion of a simple plastic toy, the arousing tension in your body and intense burning of your clit. All the tiny muscles and fibres of your pussy spasm, unable to hold it back. "Please."

"Let it go, baby, let it go," he finally allows you.

The pure beauty of your expression, head thrown back and lips parted wide, the arch of your body - as much as the tight belt around your waist allows you - and the way you squeeze Patrick's wrist with your thighs. All of that leaves Patrick in awe, even though he has seen it countless of times before. Even though you are just one of the many women he has brought to an orgasm.

But this is such a powerful one, beautiful, real and almost innocent. It's such a shame he doesn't get to inspect the real actions of your pussy, only imagining how your walls squeeze around nothing and how the warm drops of your arousal drips down only to soak into the soft cotton.

You're a wonderful sight, almost leaving Patrick speechless. He allows you few moments to come off of your high, reaching out to stroke your hair in a comforting motion, a proud smile on his face.

"There you go, good girl. You did so good for me."

[pechaberriesandsoju]

Honestly, though, at this point, if I get hate for saying how much rpf isn't valid, I genuinely do not care. Like you're gonna send me a death threat because I said Tom Hanks isn't going to date you? Alright, whatever. You're mad that I said Pedro Pascal isn't going to be moved into falling in love with you over your x reader you wrote with him? Okay, cope about it. You hate me because I said Tom Holland would more than likely be uncomfortable if you told him about how you fantasized about shipping your oc and him? Damn, I really don't care.

All in all, rpf x readers or shippers aren't valid, and it's genuinely weird to do that to real people whether they are alive or dead. Having an attraction to the person is one thing. Writing full-on fan fiction and fantasy scenarios of having full-blown make outs with them is another. Crushing on the characters they play is one thing, but writing stories of an oc to ship with an real life person to fulfill your fantasy and having an unhealthy parasocial relationship with them is another.

Like seriously. It's not okay at all.

[chaifootsteps]

i should've mentioned it when we were talking about tuca and bertie and them doing things right, but the arc bertie goes through with her SA and reclaiming it thru taboo fantasies is very similar to what ive been through, right down to a therapist opening me up to this new side of sexuality, and while it all happened to me years prior to the arc happening in the show, it broke me out of my anti shipper mentality that gave me this sense of justice and rigid rightness in what i was doing.

just thought now would be a good time to bring it up too because of the allegations against you and how what happened to max is basically the same thing that's happened to me. it's such an uncomfortable feeling to know someone who brought you into this world sees you like that, and having a fictional character similar to that person to self insert with in writing has helped far more then feeling disgusted with myself ever did or has, because i can stop anytime i want, or just get to a point where i move on completely from being able to gain anything from this personally. (which im leaning towards for now,) it's like bertie's therapist said, "because this time, you're in control."

i just wish antis could at least be more open to the idea that maybe, just maybe, shaming victims for coping this way isn't helpful, and that the lack of nuance implies shaming these uncontrollable fantasies (because you can't control your thoughts and like bertie's therapist said, "brains are weird!", although ive also heard the fear and arousal part of your brain is closely related which explains so many kinks to me tbh,) is the only form of healing and getting better, which it never will be. this kind of thing, of re-exploring your trauma thru fiction like this, definitely doesn't help certain people and that needs to be respected, but for anyone it does, they shouldn't just be written off as "normalizing their abuse", because im aware enough to keep this to myself, and to other people like me.

come talk to me about me "romanticizing" horrible things in fiction when you remember vivs shows have millions of views, and THATS why her writing like a fanfic author is bad - not because she inherently is one at heart. a large audience of adults should engage with these heavy topics, (and deserve to have them be written well, even if the stans swear they don't because nuh uh it's Da Best cuz mama viv made it,) not literal children. regardless of this unfortunate demographic that's naturally been formed and then unnaturally encouraged by the creator to line her pockets with their parents money, i think people have a moral obligation to tell a well written story about dark taboo subjects when they have such a large scale of production and connections like this, with some gray area in between, because theres some pieces of media that aren't as big as vivs creations or as small as fanfic writers (compared to other indie creations like video games or shows,) either, like mouthwash, or that one horror game with a sibling incest ending. that's what i mean when i said you aren't gonna make anyone want to fuck a lizard, but that vivs story's spread sentiment that would give 1970s victim blaming, "well, what was she wearing?" arguments a run for their money in how gross they are. i don't think max is gonna make anyone want to fuck their own dad either.

i hope this all makes sense! i think this is the most vulnerable ive ever been in your ask box. thank you for being someone who makes me feel strong enough to talk about this.

No, no, it makes perfect sense! Thanks for sharing your story, Anon...that was an incredibly vulnerable thing to talk about, and it couldn't have been easy.

I don't know if it's due to social media or what, but people have gotten really, really terrible at the concept of "I do my thing that works for me over here, you do your thing that works for you over there, and even though we don't understand each other, we mind our business about it." Like you said, it becomes a different conversation the more widespread and professional your piece of media is -- the same way that feeding 1,000 people a day is different than cooking for yourself -- but when we're talking about you and me and Max and all the randos on AO3? An appropriately tagged piece of work that makes a sharp distinction between fiction and reality is harmless.

What isn't harmless is telling someone that their intensely personal coping method is wrong and shameful and that they're a dangerous, evil person because it makes you uncomfortable, and that they're either a bad survivor or lying about being one.

Here's the scene from Tuca & Bertie, because it's so well done and always relevant.