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[rs-hawk]

MerMay: Day Six

Nixe

Sorry this is a day late. I’ll post Day Seven later today

Gen!AFAB Reader x Fem!Nixe

The old lake at the edge of town rarely had visitors anymore. it after the sudden uptick of drownings. Some people blamed it on the current from the river that fed into it, but others, those that still believed the old stories, whispered about a beast, a creature, that was living below the mirrored surface.

“Stay safe,” an old woman who lived near the lake called as you walked past her, headed to the lake with a lunch box in had. “There is more to that lake than you might think. There’s much more to that lake that what you can see!”

“I’ll be alright,” you called back, waving over your shoulder.

As you walked dow to the lake, a dog you used to sig as a child came back to you. Not the words, but the melody. You hummed as you came to the edge of the lake, finding a picnic table to sit at. You kept humming as you pulled out your food. While you ate, your foot tapped to the melody i your head. After a little while, you heard someone humming the same melody behind you.

There was a lump in your throat as you swallowed the last bite of food that was i your mouth. Only when the humming continued did you finally turn around. Your blood ran cold and you felt like every hair on your body seemed to stand on end.

With only her upper body above the water, you still knew what she was. Fins where her ears should be. Hair like seaweeed covered most of her face,a d did completely cover her breasts. Her webbed hands were pressed against the bank, her head tilted as she continued to hum the melody you had been. As the two of you locked eyes, she hopped up onto the land.

“Do it again,” she said, tapping her frog-like foot to mimic what you had been doing before.

Cautiously, you began tapping your foot again, watching as her face lit up, yellow eyes wide with delight.

“Yes! Just like that,” she smiled, hopping several times as she came closer to you. “It sounds so good.”

“You think the foot tapping sounds good?” You asked, surprised that she enjoyed the mere sounds of your foot hitting the grass undertoe.

She nodded, ribbiting as she hopped around you i a jumping, hopping sort of dance. Despite yourself, you laughed, adding your humming to the mix. She stilled, her frog eyes wide as you hummed and began dancing with her. Her reaction had made you think she enjoyed it, but really, she had thought that you were tryin got impress her by performing a mating dance to sounds you knew she enjoyed.

Before you knew it, you were sprawled o your back, on the grass, her long frog tongue lapping at your core through the fabric of your shorts as her webbed fingers took several moments to undo them. However, as soon as as she did, she yanked them ad your panties off, her long slimed tongue sliding between your folds before plunging into your core.

The warm yet sticky sensation made you writhe, but you can’t deny that it does feel amazing. It ca coil inside of you, flexing and stretching you in ways you would have never expected. Her webbed fingers move to hold open your thighs, letting her slide her tongue even deeper. It felt like she was pushing it into your womb. A low groan escaped you lips, your hips bucking.

“Yes,” she croaked, but your mind was so muddled at first you didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“Hm?” You mumbled, the grass under you starting to tickle your bare skin.

“Yes,” she repeated, her long tongue sliding out to flick against your clit, making you jolt up, your fingers curling in her seaweed like hair. “Mate. Yes.”

Of course you had o idea that you gave her the impression you wanted to be her mate, but hey, you are’t being drowned and now you had a surprisingly talented Nixe girlfriend.

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Going to post a snippet from the one shot "The Myriad Realms of Revelry" or that time Josh joined then ran a Cult of Sanguine out in the Alik'r. The section I'm sharing doesn't involve smut but I will drop a NSFT warning on the fic itself. It's about a sex cult and Josh getting caught up in a massacre as a result. This is the point in his history where his brain gets a bit skooma addled, so...

Josh kills some Vigilants and escapes a ruin with a familiar face below the cut.

His ear was ringing something awful as he struggled to sit up, something heavy seemed to be preventing him from moving his legs. Teldryn wiped the dust out of his eyes and looked around him, struggling to understand the scene before him.

Fire was what stood out to him the most. The flickering of orange flames surrounded him, and dust floated through the air…or maybe it was smoke? Teldryn couldn’t tell, there was too much going on around him.

Screaming slowly began to replace the ringing in his ear before the whole scene cleared in his mind. It took one of his followers running past him, robe burning as he ran towards the ancient fountain that sat in the centre of the hall. For him to realise they had been ejected from Oblivion by some extreme force.

Teldryn looked down and was met with the lifeless form of his favourite sprawled across his lap. Her green eyes glazed and unfocused as they stared up at the ceiling. Her mask was broken and blood dripped from her mouth, nose and ear.

This was not what he wanted.

Teldryn leant down and kissed the girl on the lips as he closed her eyes. He carefully moved her to the side as he stood. He would find out what the fuck had happened and he’d fucking kill whoever did it!

He looked around him the room choked by a thick black smoke. His followers were strewn across the hall, some struggling to their feet, some staring about in shock. Most of them were just lying about the room. Still and lifeless, some missing limbs and suffering deep wounds from whatever had caused the blast. He saw a small, delicate hand lying at his feet. He knew who it belonged to.

Teldryn still felt stunned as he took in the whole scene before him. He noticed there was something a little off amongst those Revellers who were still standing. Namely, that several of them were dressed in armoured mages’ robes. The faded teal fabric stood apart from the scarlet decor that his followers had covered every surface with. He watched as one of them ran a blade across the neck of one of his screaming followers, the Redguard falling to the ground as he held his hands to the gaping wound across his throat.

“Stendarr’s Mercy be upon you, for the Vigil has none to spare!”

FUCK!

Those fanatical fuck heads had found them! It was just a question as to how. Though maybe that didn’t matter anymore, everyone was dead. Teldryn felt an intense rage take him, he had not wanted this! The cult was just supposed to continue without him. Find a new leader and keep up Sanguine’s praises. Instead, the bodies of those whom he had spent decades with lay mangled at his feet. Some were so burnt that he couldn’t tell who they used to be…some were still breathing.

He pooled his magicka into his palm and unleashed a jet of fire at the Vigilant, engulfing her in flame. He walked towards her as the fires died down, taking the blade she had dropped to the ground and holding it to the dying woman’s throat. A charred hand reached for his ankle as he placed a foot on her chest, gurgling something as he smiled down at her.

“Pray to your god for mercy,” Teldryn hummed as he plunged the blade into her throat, “For I have none.”

He withdrew his blade from the woman’s throat, twirling it in his hand as he flicked the excess blood from the weapon. The thing was a standard-looking steel sword. Not his favourite weapon but it would do until he got back to his chambers. Teldryn raced out of the banquette hall, and up the set of stairs that led to his living quarters. He dodged the carnage as he raced through the hall, slicing at whichever fuck it was that came at him. Honestly, he couldn’t quite tell who it was half the time! Friend or foe he didn’t fucking care! Everything was just a blur, and the sheer amount of moon sugar he had ingested earlier that night certainly wasn’t fucking helping things!

He had finally gotten back to his private chambers and hurriedly set about gathering his things. Teldryn grabbed his ebony scimitar and slung his pack over his shoulder. He had placed his set of netch leathers in his bag and threw on a pair of boots. His armour would take too long to put on, and he was already feeling light-headed from the lack of air. He coughed as a thick, black smoke began to fill his room. He had to get out of here. Now!

And then something moved out of the corner of his eye.

Teldryn looked up, expecting a Vigilant, weapon ready to take him in combat, which would have been a stupid idea on that fuck’s behalf. He was even more dangerous with a blade when he was off his face and didn’t know which way was up.

Instead, he was met with what looked like one of his followers. Though it couldn’t have been, he was the only Dunmer here. He’d have remembered seeing her around, surely. Had he really become so numb to everything around him that she simply joined without him noticing?

“We have to get out of here!” he wheezed as he staggered towards the door. The girl only nodded, her silver mask glinting in the light of the inferno that surrounded them. A nightingale, the feathers detailed in silver. She smiled at him, before turning, her long, auburn hair swaying behind her as she slinked down the hall.

Her eyes had reminded him of Gidain’s. Amaranth, bright and beautiful.

He raced after her, following her as she ran down the halls and through the ruin. She almost seemed to move right through the chaos, as if the dead and dying were nothing but illusions. Her robe reminded him of starlight as she raced through the halls and then she was gone. Her form lost in the thick, black smoke that threatened to choke the life from him.

Teldryn sank to the ground, choking on the thick smoke. The heat was growing unbearable and he found himself lost in the chaos. His vision began to tunnel as he lay down on the stone floor, heated by the inferno that raged around him.

And then she returned, amaranth eyes bright and sparkling behind that silver mask. She smiled at him and the look made his heart slam against his chest. Who was she? Teldryn took her hand and let her help him to his feet. She let go and started running through the halls again, her form disappearing into the darkness.

‘Follow her!’

It was the first time in decades that Nerevar said something that he actually agreed with.

He set off after the girl, catching up to her as she seemingly ran through a Vigilant, their mace at the ready as Teldryn ran straight into it. The thick steel connected with his ribs and knocked the wind from him. He grabbed at the area that had been hit as he sunk to his knees, trying his best to suck in a breath as an intense ache radiated through his chest. The Vigilant approached him, raising his mace for a final swing.

He wasn’t sure if it had actually connected with his head. Honestly, he didn’t quite know what had happened though he suspected that Nerevar had something to do with it. He could feel a sharp pain behind his eye that told him he must have well and truly spent his miserable stores of magicka. A cool breeze rustled through his hair as he stared at the vast, open night sky. He tried to suck in a breath of air, the act causing his chest to throb, and he cried out in pain.

Teldryn looked down at his abdomen, his fingers brushing painfully against the area on his right side where the mace hit. The skin looked like it was beginning to bruise, the thick, gnarled scar that webbed across his torso oozed that thick, black substance from the small lacerations caused by the edges of the weapon. He was certain that bastard managed to crack his ribs. Fucking fantastic!

Teldryn struggled to his feet and gathered his things, slinging his bag over his shoulder and grabbing his scimitar. He looked around him, hoping that maybe someone else had escaped that inferno. His heart sank when he realised he was alone. Standing half naked in the middle of the fucking desert, covered in soot.

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Red Mountain Waffle House, pt. 30

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55071724/chapters/161301199

Author's note: NSFT consensual non-consent. Nerevar is getting RAILED.

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"He's coming down the hall, turn off your phone."

"Turn it off, the video just loaded!"

"Not off off you idiot!"

The first ordinator obeyed, and he and the other stood to attention as Vivec passed by.

"My lord." He said stiffly. "Nothing to report."

"Good. Peace may have been brokered, but as your order is so fond of saying..."

"...justice never sleeps." He gave the end of his spear a tap against the ground.

He was incredibly glad the helmet covered his face, because he just KNEW his expression would give it away in a second.

Vivec passed on, and only when he rounded the corner did the ordinator bring his phone back out.

"Damn it all, now it has to reload..."

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[INT. RED MOUNTAIN. DAY.]

Nerevar strode into the room with confidence. His limbs ached, but he had fought his way here and won every battle - so there was no reason to think that he wouldn't be able to win this one as well.

At the end of the room, facing away, was his opponent.

"Dagoth Ur," he said, "We meet at last."

"So the Temple sends their latest pawn." Dagoth Ur turned around, and his gaze swept over Nerevar's form. "At least they send one of fit body. The last one they sent was a scout who was useful for little more than being food for my nix-hounds."

"I am the champion of the Temple, and every champion must be well-schooled in the arts of war." There was a pause. "Saint Nerevar does not fall, to any opponent."

There was a dark chuckle then.

"So they send me Saint Nerevar himself? Perhaps they think I will be weak and fall before you, for the memory of all that was between us before."

Nerevar raised his sword, and Dagoth Ur his hands.

What followed was a glorious fight scene that would end up chopped out of the movie and splashed all over the place. Nerevar had shield spells to defend himself from the blasts of fire and ice shot at him, and would make blows of his own that had Dagoth Ur bleeding heavily for a bit.

But Nerevar at one point backed away, breathing heavily. His strength was waning, and he made as if to cast a spell.

Nothing happened.

"What a fool you are," Dagoth Ur said, "Trying to run away from this fight you have no hope of winning?"

"Retreating, and regrouping," Nerevar replied with a snarl, "It is not a fault to know when one must..."

"When one must flee his god's wrath?"

"You are no god...and certainly not mine."

"Oh, Nerevar..." He chuckled darkly, "I am your god, you merely have yet to know it."

He rushed forward, and Nerevar stepped back, thinking to dodge in one direction, perhaps trip his opponent. But he was the one to trip, and land flat on his back.

Dagoth Ur was on him in an instant with a paralysis spell - a curious one, that left his lips free to speak.

"Do your worst," he said, "Slay me, however you will, but remember that the Temple does not forgive."

"The Temple is far away. But you...oh, you, sweet Nerevar, you are here, and what I want is not the end of your life."

"Then--then what--do you think to make me one of your ash slaves?"

"No. I merely want to return you to what you were."

Nerevar was confused. That Dagoth Ur would cast aside his sword and shield, he expected. But to strip him of his gauntlets, his armor...

"Such beautiful gold skin you have." There was a pause, and then more noise as the armor was tossed as well and he was stripped of all but his loincloth. "Nothing has been changed, and for that I am quite grateful."

"What are you--"

Hands on his neck, his now bare chest, his sides, and then his hips. Those long fingers toyed with the waistband of his loincloth, and he tensed.

"I do have to check that they have not ruined you, you understand," Dagoth Ur went on as he slid. "There were things about you I have missed..."

"No--no--"

The loincloth was removed, exposing a half hard cock that was promptly stroked.

"Yes, quite satisfactory..."

"Stop--stop--I am telling you to STOP--"

Dagoth Ur only chuckled again, and took a firm grip on Nerevar's cock--and left him gasping.

"You are exactly what I remember you to be."

"And--and how is that--what is that supposed to mean?"

"Reluctant, shy...oh, you play the game so nicely." Dagoth Ur leaned down, now unmasked, and kissed up Nerevar's jawline. "But you always yield in the end."

"I am not going to yield--to you--devil--" Nerevar's words were broken by the strokes at his cock, the bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. Dagoth Ur was seeing more than Nerevar initially thought he could. "Fuck..."

"Mmm, profanity. Now I know you are mine." Another laugh. "But of course, I have to ensure that the Temple sees you are mine...in all ways, but particularly in body."

He bit and then sucked at several spots on Nerevar's neck, leaving marks that would color shortly afterwards.

"But I can't stop there, of course."

The stroking at his cock intensified, and he gasped again, glad he couldn't buck his hips. He was ashamed to think that he WOULD have done it, had he been able.

But then Dagoth Ur's fingers slipped a little low, and on noting a certain dampness, he laughed again.

"Oh? It seems I have excited you."

"Monster," Nerevar accused, "Depraved...devil..."

"Mmm, no, but perhaps...if you are so insistent that I am one, I should oblige." Those fingers probed at his cunt and then pressed forward, inside him, forcing a moan from Nerevar's lips. Then they began to thrust, "And I--never--disappoint."

"No. No. Can't...can't...mmph..." This was even more effective than the stroking of his cock, and he could do nothing but lay there and take it. "Is this all I am to you? Something to be touched and toyed with?"

"You want more?" The grin turned devilish, and the hand was drawn back, slick with his arousal. "Foolish question."

Dagoth Ur moved back, and Nerevar couldn't see him for a handful of seconds. There was the sound of fabric over flesh, and then a touch against his thigh.

"No--" he forced out. "No--I don't--you won't--"

"Oh, the hours I have imagined between your legs..."

A kiss at his thigh, before Dagoth Ur moved back up. "But I have hungered for you for far too long to wait any longer. I will have my golden prize, and you will name yourself as mine before this is over."

"You're--sick," Nerevar panicked as that smirking face moved over him. His knees were brought up, and then spread.

"No, merely wanting." Down he went, planting those lips on Nerevar's neck again. "You know...as good as you look on your back...I think I prefer you to be on your knees."

The paralysis spell was released, and a command spell used on him before he could say or do anything.

"Turn over, and get onto your hands and knees."

Nerevar's body obeyed automatically.

There was a moment of hesitation, a stroke of the skin of his back. A run of long fingers through his hair.

"Please--don't--I--"

Breath on the back of his neck.

"You beg so sweetly..."

Then a hand at his hip, a push forward--and suddenly, a deep moan was forced from his lips. It had been a long time since anyone had used his cunt - he preferred his cock when it came to falling into bed with anyone, so the stretch around the cock forcing itself inside him felt more intense than he imagined it to be.

The hand of Dagoth Ur's not at his hip moved up to his chest, tracing the lines of his scars. Then they began to push--and he was brought up, which only allowed the cock inside him to go deeper.

"No," he whimpered, "No, no, no..."

It was so deep, so deep, and he was fighting the urge to beg for more.

With his back pressed to Dagoth Ur's chest the thrusting finally began. It was easy enough to bite his tongue the first few times, but when he felt the tickle against his ear, and heard the words, "Do not stifle your sounds" he couldn't do anything except obey.

"Anhh...oh..."

"That's it," the dark voice purred. "You wanted to be spread around me, didn't you?"

Nerevar groaned.

"Answer." There was a sharp thrust, and Nerevar's reply came out more desperate than he expected.

"Ye-es!"

Gods, it felt so good, Nerevar thought. It shouldn't, he shouldn't feel this good, he shouldn't want it this badly, he KNEW IT. But he couldn't help it. It was as if Dagoth Ur knew every little thing that drove him wild.

The pace quickened, as did the moans from his lips.

"I wonder what the Temple would think to see you now." A smirk.

[NEREVAR'S HEAD IS TURNED; HE IS FORCED TO LOOK AT THE CAMERA]

"Let the Temple see its precious Saint and Hortator beg for the Sharmat's cock."

"No--" he whimpered, feeling climax rising. "No, no, no...I won't be--"

"Beg," Dagoth Ur's voice commanded. "I said BEG FOR IT!"

"Please," Nerevar struggled, tried to keep the words in, but they wouldn't be held back. "Please...give me your cock!"

He let a moan then, positively obscene.

"Let them see you," came the words, "Let them see how desperate you are."

The pace quickened again, and Nerevar's mind was all but blanked out now. Every movement was divine pleasure, and he couldn't find it in himself to care any longer whether or not he was held here. So long as it felt this good, he wanted it, wanted every second of the heaven between his legs.

Let them see...

He reached down, stroking at his own cock even as he was violated, over and over. He was a desperate man, he was, nothing more than--

"YES!"

Orgasm struck him suddenly, unexpectedly, and his cunt spasmed along with the rest of his body as ecstasy burst outward and filled the rest of his body.

"Oh, YES!"

His cock pulsed and spilled his seed onto the floor, and little whispers of scolding fell into his ear.

"What a mess you've made," Dagoth Ur's silky voice went, "Such shame you bring on yourself...but you couldn't help it, could you? My Nerevar was never able to stop himself, not in my capable hands."

The warm afterglow rose and then fell...and for a moment, he thought that was it, that it was over.

"Mine," came the darker tone, "You are mine, I will show you..."

A hand over his belly, and one at his hip.

"No," he said weakly, "W--you can't..."

"I can do as I please with what's mine, Saint Nerevar..."

Another deep thrust.

"Will the Temple take you back, when you're heavy with my seed?"

"No--"

"Perhaps I should send you back once you are, so they can see what I have made of you. So they can take one look at your swelled belly and know I was responsible for it?"

"No--not inside, please--please, you'll ruin me--"

"Ruin you? Oh, no...this is not ruin, it is salvation."

Faster, and then faster still. He was pushed back onto his knees and could hardly think straight with how fast he was being railed now, how hard he was being used. He put up a faint fight but there was in the end, no escape.

There was a groan in his ear, and then a hot trio of pulses inside him.

Then a feeling of emptiness as Dagoth Ur pulled back and withdrew from him - leaving him twitching, wet, full, and well-fucked.

Nerevar was commanded to turn over, lay back and spread his legs. The sight of seed pulsing out of his cunt seemed to please the blighted god before him.

"You will follow me," Dagoth Ur said, "And I will have you shackled, until you learn to submit more sweetly."

"I--I am not your plaything." He replied, looking up and shaking. "I am...not..."

"You are whatever I wish you to be. And right now, I wish you to be my prisoner."

[END SCENE. END OF PART 1.]

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Voryn at first hadn't been too enthusiastic about 'performing' but when Nerevar put forward the idea of doing it just to fuck with the Temple he was suddenly all for it.

There were better ways to show the Tribunal the error of their ways instead of outright killing them after all. That was too easy, too fast, and it was bloodier than necessary.

But showing their beloved Saint Nerevar, Hortator, Moon-and-star on the receiving end of the Sharmat's cock?

It was his name, after all. And if they insisted on making him part of their ridiculous religion then he would do everything possible to ensure they regretted it.

He was no saint.

The Hortator was gone. The Whoretator had risen.

[seth-shitposts]

DbdjshWBDUFHNEHDBDHD3

Lmao

I- I can't slnsjdhdhd

So there's this fic I'm working on atm

And this is a funny little bit that I don't plan on including, but decided to dump here rather than completely nix it.

Cw// suggestive , Mention of choking , nsft ish

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Zeb, having received a necklace from Kallus: ni alitha, this is.... i... I love this so much *smiles widely* the craftsmanship is remarkable! I love everything about it.

Zeb, havung a sufden realization: Hey how'd you know my neck measurement though? It fits perfectly and you haven't once taken any type to my neck.

Kallus, turning very bright, and avoiding his gaze: you, uh, don't want to know.

Zeb, skeptically and now with intense curiosity: I don't wanna know or you don't wanna tell me? Either way, I really do wanna know now.

Kallus, hiding his face behind his hands: you... do you recall that time when I was still... it was the one time I had managed to be the one to get my hands...

Zeb, laughing: you mean to tell me you guessed the measurements from that one time you had your hands around my throat? *howls in laughter*

Kallus, very ready to just go find a hole to crawl into so he can pass away: Garazeb, please I am actually about to combust.

Zeb, laughter finally dying down, sliding in closer to Kallus’s space: scratch what I said about it being a perfect fit. Kal, it's actually a bit lose, I think you need to re-measure me~

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Abdjdj LMAOOO I fucking can't

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proshippers / anti-antis, reality checkers, basic dni, 18+/nsft blogs, stalkers, anti-kin, send anon hate, exclusionist/anti-mogai/anti-neoprns, anti (educated)self dx, anti-endo, ppl who use slurs they shouldn't (f-slur, d-slur, r-slur, n-slur,etc.)

F/O list!(I don’t mind sharing any of my F/Os!)

🌹=Romantic

🌸=QPR

🌷=Crush/Crushing

🌼=Best Friend

🌻=Platonic

🧸=Familial

🍼=Caregiver

🧶=Other

🌹Fauna

🌹Olivia

🌹Monika

🌸Vanny

🌷Verosika Mayday

🧸Alli(Aunt)

🧸Daisy(Sister)

🧸Diana(Mom)

🧸Dobie(Grandpa)

🧸Pashmina(Mom)

🧸Glamrock Freddy(Brother)

🌼Octavian

🌻Moondrop/Sundrop

🌻Vanessa

🌻Almost all the other ACNH characters

🍼Mangle

🍼Vanny

🧶Monique

🧶Tiffany

🧶Francine

🧶Claudia(Enemy)

(My) System blog: @thecloudycollective

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[pythianoracle]

Welcome!

Hiya I’m Nix. I’m in my 20’s (I don’t give my exact age unless I know you). Im a lesbian and have been with my partner for over two years now.

My main interests are: Pokemon, Obey Me, Splatoon, Hello Charlotte, and Toontown (specifically TTCC). A good chunk of my posts/reblogs will prolly be related to one of these.

I tag anything nsfw with #nsft (the posts are typically comedic, may be implied at most)

I block accounts with no profile pics bc I automatically assume ur a bot

If ur an incorrect quote account or texting account and I blocked you: I’m sorry I just hate how it floods the tags 💔

Radfems/Terfs not welcome, stay the fuck away from me ❤️

From the river to the sea 🍉 🇵🇸

[i-did]

I want to add that that aro/ace discussion was more my general observations than how I personally feel as well xD and also to comment that ur right a lot really isn't realistic to how actually gay sex works. there'd be way less spontaneous morning sex and rimming if there were xD personally I hate morning sex fics where they just go full anal it bothers me so much

Yeah! And like also just in general what is considered a turn on or culturally normal for gay men to do etiquette wise and stuff. Obviously I'm not the gay man guru who knows what all other fellow gay men find hot, but yeah there are a lot of things like this where I'm like !!!! Don't do that !!!!! You'll get your ass infected!!!!! Don't do that !!!!! You'll get fishers !!!!! Don't do that !!!!! Your partner will be in pain!!!!!

-nsft text-

Besides things like that, there is also an emphasis on neil orgasuming multiple times and first while andrew is only once and last. 1) penises have a refractory period and its not like 20 minutes, it can be half an hour or longer before touching it won't actively hurt and feel like over stimulating but for 90% of penises not in the fun kinky way, but in the you body is screaming at you to stop way.

2) this plays into the heteronormative gaze of straight porn where neil is the girl and andrew is the man, women in porn fake multiple orgasums and have the hardest one at the end before the man finishes, that's a pretty standard not only pwp plot but straight pornhub plot.

3) unlike vaginal sex, anal sex actually has a lot of work that has to go into it. Health, prepz cutting your nails, sometimes timing your meals and what you eat, cleaning but not too much, prep with condom on fingers, then penstration. It also takes a while for your body to get used to the sensation. For most people it feels like they're shitting themselves the first time, and they have to jack off while doing it to relax and their mind to make the switch, and then it stops feeling like shutting yourself because you notice how its different. But before then all you've had pass though there is poop so its startling, and John Mulaney ?(Idk how 2 spell) isn't funny to me but he does have a bit about this during him getting his prostate checked.

But post orgasm. That butt is done for business. Unlike vaginally sex where having the person you a bit longer can be nixe for more people than not, its kinda the opposite for anal usually. That doesn't mean you whip it out real fast, but mire like a there is something in my ass and its not in a sexy way anymore and more "there is a rock in my butt, there is something foreign in my butt" feeling.

-end nsft text-

[porrimas-best]

anyone else?

[nightlymoxie]

Self-love is casually taking nudes. It's an easy way to remind yourself how hot you really are!

[porrimas-best]

YEAH YEAH I STAND BY THIS POST EVEN MORE AGGRESSIVELY NOW

anyone else?