#/Sexually Or In A Purely Friendly Way; but like. if you don't know what to say to someone then why do you want to message them.

[leatherbookmark]

but also re: lrb, it kindasorta vaguely reminded me of this article. super recommended if you want to spend five minutes in utter bafflement

[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: yandere, breakup, depression, schemes, manipulation, office au for some reason

can be read as a standalone, but also in compliment to this part 1

fem reader

It’s a funny thing. You’re not really his type.

You dress right for the office—long pencil skirts and buttoned-up shirts—librarian hairstyles and modest makeup. Nothing brazen or flashy or anything at all that garners much attention.

And it’s not like you flirt with him or anything. No, you’re perfectly friendly—funny at times, and nice—covering for him when he runs late, bringing candy for you to share, dishing the new office gossip.

Yeah, you’re his coworker. His work-buddy. Desk-mate. And you don’t try to be anything more—never one to over-share or pry into his personal matters. Your relationship is professional. Nothing more and nothing less. 

But it’s only natural, though, right? For a guy to fantasize about a girl when he sees her as often as he sees you—sitting right next to each other during full office hours, bringing each other coffee and lunch, and talking shit about the boss together. It would be strange not to—to imagine what you’d look like on your back or on your knees, what you sound like, what kind of face you make. And your preferences—if you would make him wear a condom or let him cum inside. If you like it rough or would rather, he lay belly up and let you take charge.

Your face is the one constant thing in his life—of course, he thinks about you as often as he does, in more ways than he'd like.

The thoughts don't concern him much in the beginning. It’s just one of those things the mind humors without your consent—it doesn’t mean anything. And it doesn’t matter much, even if it does. You’d never do any of those things with him anyway—you’re too vanilla, and he’s too much of a player. And besides, you already have a boyfriend.

And it’s not like he doesn’t have girlfriends, too—of course, he does—a new one every other week or so. So it’s not like he’s lonely or in any dire need of you.

No, Gojo doesn’t need you. He could have anyone else, and you’re already taken. No, he doesn't need you... 

Oh, but he wants you.

It becomes one of those things he can’t ignore whether he wants to or not. Fuck, you’re making his bachelor life feel boring. He could be in bed with a model—sounds of her pleasure filling the room, and all he’d be able to think about is you and what type of coffee he should bring you in the morning.

You’re ruining his style. 

He doesn’t know if it’s a tactic to flush you out of his head or a vie to pique your interest or maybe just to spite you for making his life a living hell—but he starts bringing his personal life to work. And by personal life, he means his sexual conquests.

You don’t say much of anything at first. You compliment him on how pretty his girlfriend is, only to be confused once a different girl comes by the next day. You say even less about it, then.

When the third girl comes, you try and make a joke—it’s obvious you feel uncomfortable. But he isn’t sure it’s the reaction he wants. In a way, it seems almost as if you feel sorry for him, which only serves to make him feel even worse.

It’s when your boyfriend comes during your break to take you out to lunch that he feels absolutely worthless. You have this smile on your face he’s never seen before—this glow about you.

Gojo realizes he’s never made any girl look like that, even while making them cum and scream his name. This look is something pure.

It makes him want to strangle your boyfriend to death right in front of you. He can barely muster a smile when you apologize for leaving him to lunch alone.

But in your absence, he musters up a new plan.

Men are fickle things, especially men like your boyfriend—men who’ve been in the same relationship for so long that they’ve all but forgotten the beast within—a dormant beast that's now starved eager to jump at anything that bears its neck.

It’s all too easy. He doesn’t even need to pay the girl to help, she does it all just to please him. Girls are quite disgusting, too, once he comes to think about it—lecherous beings who’ll do anything he says if he promises them he'll stay. He can’t believe he’s had so many of them in his bed—it makes his skin crawl with mites.

You’re nothing like them. You’re genuine. There’s a substance to you—something those whores lack. No, he couldn’t approach you like he would them. You’d only take him for the predator he was. No, for a girl like you to like a guy like him, he’d need to go to insidious means.

The girl approaches your boyfriend on his command—flirts him up, flusters him, makes him dumb—makes him reckless enough to think he can get away with it. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her is probably what he’s thinking as he goes home with a slut that looks nothing like his loving girlfriend.

Oh, but you will know if Gojo wills it. He’s got the pictures to prove all the depraved things your boyfriend got up to behind your back, and he’ll just as easily show them to you.

But no, that won’t break you. Funny enough, if he were to tell you your boyfriend was cheating on you, the heartbreak would be clouded by rage, and you’d break up with him and get back to work. But if you were the one to get dumped. Yes, your poor heart would fall apart and right into his arms. Yes, for a girl like you to want a guy like him, he'd have to make you just as pathetic and desperate.

And so, through his pawn, he blackmails your crappy long-standing boyfriend into breaking up with you with the threat of showing you all the lewd pictures of him getting nasty with a skank in a shoddy motel room.

And it works like a charm.

Your boyfriend does his bidding, and you break.

And the heartache is so palpable it leaves you sick and bedridden. You don’t show up for work for days.

And though it hurts not to see you, Gojo sits well at his desk with a smile on his face, knowing everything is going perfectly according to plan.

Yes, he’ll be a rebound at first, a mistake you make in a drunken sorrow—but soon... you’ll be the cutest office couple in the entire building. He'll make sure of it.

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[strwberri-milk]

Hii could I maybe request the lads boys and sugar daddies 🤭🤭

It's okay if you don't tho I understand it's not something everyone is comfortable with :)

im understanding this as lads AS sugar daddies but also im like. thinking about it and these are gonna be kinda short bc i just dont see anybody really being a sugar daddy so these are. very general. fun fact - xaviers is based off a fic premise i never wrote

Zayne definitely has the capital to be a sugar daddy and he's heard amongst the other doctors that there are some others who have arrangements. He judges them at first, thinking that it's not something he'd really think he's comfortable dealing with. He learns that things don't have to be purely sexual a night or two of him feeling extraordinarily lonely he decides maybe he could just see if he could find someone to spend time with.

Against his better judgement he meets you, someone who invigorates him mentally and enjoys spending his time with you. Your allowance is incredibly generous and you were expecting him to escalate with each nice dinner he takes you to but he's never made a move on you. He's a perfect gentleman and he makes sure you understand that all he wants from you is your time, however much it costs.

The only way Xavier could end up in this situation is by pure accident. He downloads an app, thinking it was just a way to make friends online. He assumes that payments are for some sort of membership, swiping around until he finds your profile and decides to start chatting with you.

The two of you have a lot in common and when you two meet up for the first time you're glad that he looks a lot younger than you anticipated with the blurry profile photo and slightly outdated shorthand in texting. He sort of slips into the role in a similar manner, paying for your dinners and buying you things that remind him of you.

You don't really think he knows what he's become, especially since you don't receive a traditional allowance of money. You don't mind at all thankfully, fully accepting all of his gifts and meals in exchange for his companionship. Honestly, you don't look at him as a sugar daddy because of how casual everything is, cherishing his friendship as you get to know him.

Rafayel totally does it as a whim. He decides to download an app for fun, not really into dating period. He doesn't like the way that people fawn over him, or try to pretend that they don't care he's rich despite insisting meeting at fancy restaurants and looking at him expectantly to foot the bill.

You agree to a date with Rafayel because not only is he famous, he's stupid pretty. You decide that spending time with him would definitely not be an awful thing to do. Your first date is formal and you try to wow him with knowledge of his paintings. He doesn't seem very interested but the two of you seem to get along, thankfully.

Over time the two of you become more friendly, Rafayel letting his walls down more as the two of you become more honest with each other. He's very kind with his money and you're paid very generously. He finally has a sort of friend outside of Thomas and genuinely likes bugging you, you not minding the extra attention he gives you in addition to the money you're paid.

Sylus is constantly fighting off people trying to flirt with him to enter some sort of arrangement. He exudes both wealth and power so of course people are going to be obsessed with him. He usually brushes them all off, not caring, honestly.

He happens to come across you during an evening of drinking. You're trying to flirt with him, not knowing anything about him other than you think he's a very attractive man. He knows that you don't know him with how forward you are, touching and batting your lashes at him flirtatiously.

He ends up deciding to buy you some drinks and the two of you talk well into the night. He gives you his number to talk to him again, telling you that he'd make sure it was worth your time. When you get home that night you find a package addressed to you. A beautiful set of clothes and jewels that fit you perfectly along with an invitation for an event in the week.

This becomes standard for the two of you and you love it. Being on his arm prevents Sylus from getting accosted from people that are desperate for his attention and you're constantly spoiled by his money. You both benefit, growing closer with each other over time.

[pearl-tarotist]

ೄྀ࿐ First impressions; what will your future spouse think of you?

"People themselves alter so much, that there is something new to be observed in them forever".

ਊ→ Chose a pic of the first line to know your spouse's first impression of you. (PILE 1-2-3)

Pile 1

Ace of cups, 2 of wands, 5 of swords, page of cups + king of wands

Your future spouse will see you as someone extremely lovely. Someone that is nurturing, good and emotionally available. They will see you as an emotional person because they will realize that those emotions are easily portrayed in your face and are easy to define. At your first encounter you will be an open book for them and they will easily realize the state/mentality that you have.

They will see you as someone with a lot of ambitions and dreams as it is probable that you will encounter him/her/them in the middle of forming/working in one of those dreams, probably something new that has to do with a trip/expansion of your comfort zone. They will realize how much strength and passion you put into them and they will think you are a fighter for those dreams, you will look like someone that won't give up or bow to anyone. They see resistance and a little bit of stubbornness from you.

It's probable that your personality or actions at the moment inspire and make her/him/them happy. You could remind them a bit of their own feelings, the pure and innocent ones. You will be a blast of fresh air for them.

In general, the impression that they will have of you is someone young that's not scared to go behind their dreams. Someone beautiful and cute, innocent even, that's starting to stablish the bases of something bigger. Probably, this person will be older than you and that's why they see you as this at the beginning. They will also realize that you probably have a lot of friends, that you are quite popular or that you have a lot of power in your social circle.

She Walks in Beauty (by lord byron)

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,//So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,//The smiles that win, the tints that glow,//But tell of days in goodness spent,//A mind at peace with all below,//A heart whose love is innocent!

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PILE 2

The Hermit, Ace of cups, Ace of wands, 3 of swords + 2 of cups

Your future spouse may think you are more of an introvert, he/she/they will feel that you are not letting yourself to be seen fully and freely.

Your fs will feel that even if you are being nice and polite, to get to know you they will have to pass certain tests that they do not even know in what consists. They will realize that you do not let people easily into your life and that probably you see yourself above some type of people (it's not a bad thing in this case because you will just be aware of which type of people you want to hold a relationship with and of which type of people you don't).

So, you will look more guarded for him and to a point, hurt. AS you will present yourself in a more introvert way; more guarded to form new friendships and relationships, he will think that it comes from bad experiences, a sad story. As if you had your heart broken or in pain.

And I think your future spouse will see you trying so hard to meet new people and be friendly and nice that when seeing the sadness in your eyes, your fs will want to be friends or to start a relationship with you just to stop you from trying anymore.

Like, "Darling, it's okay. Let me be your friend and you will have to stop doing what you hate so much, that it is being sociable...".

It could sound pitiful but your future spouse will not think like that, it's interest more than pity because they will see you in a nice and positive light what makes them interested in getting to know you more and better. Kind of like a damsel in distress. Their interest for you comes good intentions, mutual respect and in a small part because of sexual desire.

Lana del Rey - Sad Girl.

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PILE 3

The emperor, 6 of swords, king of swords, the wheel of fortune, the high priest

Your future spouse will see you as someone that has everything under control, someone that has high self-esteem and that's the boss. They will think that you're someone really strict but also with a lot of skills, knowledge and someone that easily gets rid off of what's not useful for them anymore. You will be in total control of a new change and transformation that you will be going through. It's possible that you don't even realize that you're going through this transformation but your future spouse will notice.

What I see is that this transformation or the origin of this transformation has made you be more professional logical and way mental.

Your future spouse will see you as someone professional, logical and mental and this impression comes out of admiration. They think you are someone really clever and wise, able to produce a lot of benefitial changes in their environment

They think you're good and if they could ask for your advice they think you would give them the best idea ever.

In your first meeting it looks like you will truly impress them with your skills, knowledge, professionalism and your easiness to let what does not benefit you behind. They will see a capable woman, not just a little girl.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

Is there anything in taeils chart that could point to him being an awful person?

Oooh- I was so hesitant in wondering whether or not I should respond to this question BUT I'm going too for education purposes because this is a great way of understanding how unhealed/undeveloped/immature zodiac placements manifest in people.

Disclaimer: Before I begin and receive hate comments, pls be mature and understand that this isn't reflective on EVERY person who has these placements AND also this is for funsies and not to be taken srsly. Taeil's decisions are a product of his own free will and free will always surpasses astrological influence. 18+

Placements: Gemini Sun, Leo Moon, Cancer Venus, Taurus Mars ( Rising Sign Unknown)

Sorry to the ppl with Gemini placements watching this but we have another Gemini man bringing shame to the zodiac world.

The benefits of this Sun/Moon duo together is having the ability to use their natural charisma, ability to adapt to different situations, friendly appearance and whimsical sense of humor to bring joy to others around them and to help the underdog/misfits feel included.

I don't know much about Taeil but from what I've seen on Tiktok and X, many people who did bias Taeil biased him because of his talented vocal cords, overall 'sweet' persona and having a 'gentle' demeanour.

But of course, Gemini and Leo are known for being able to 'mask' easily and adapt their personality to the environment around them- it's why they are great placements to have if you're in the entertainment industry.

These zodiac signs typically enjoy giving and receiving a lot of attention from multiple people to satisfy their ego and if unchecked, can develop a god complex honestly.

Taeil's ego might have been so unhinged and inflated he might have thought he could commit these acts and not get caught, purely because he's too smart or too famous to receive the consequences from doing it.

When I see a man with a Leo Moon and a Cancer Venus, this is giving me such mommy's boy energy not going to lie. It's common for men with Leo and/or Cancer placements to grow up with a mother who blew wind up their arse and they could never do anything wrong and their mother coddled and did everything for them.

I don't know if he's a Mommy's boy but it wouldn't surprise me if he is.

And I've just noticed in general, that a large amount of men who grew up being a Mommy's boy or in an emotionally incestuous relationship with their mother (NOT ALL BUT MANY) tend to have a quite derogatory view towards women.

This is mainly because they already have a woman who satiates their psychological, emotional and egotistical needs and so may view other women merely for sexual gratification and that's it.

It's common that men with these placements typically have a conservative/traditional view and opinion towards hetereosexual romantic relationships.

South Korea is a country where the societal norms and standards towards women are very misogynistic, restrictive and sexist (don't argue with me on this, there's a reason why the 4b movement exists) and that Cancer Venus influence means he probably developed these views towards women at a young age.

Which is really sad because majority of ppl who stanned Taeil were women or fem-identifying so unfortunately, I wouldn't be surprised if...

Taeil stans viewed him as being this 'soft spoken' idol that was respectful and loving towards his fans when in reality...

It's more likely that he saw his fans as nothing more than to satisfy his ego, give him the fame he thinks he deserves and would warm his bed with a single click of a pen.

Again, this is just intrusive thoughts and a random brain rot about how his natal chart could show insight into his wiring and why he made these horrific decisions.

None of this is confirmed, might not even be accurate but hey, you wanted my opinion and so here it is.

And don't be afraid if you know a person or stan another idol who has similar placements because again, a human's greatest gift is free will.

[jakesangel]

hi ! what do you think jake is looking in a gf ? or what do you think the kind of girl jake would go to ? i love your work btw

hai anon ᵎᵎ thank you for your question n enjoying my work > <

i think jake would go towards a bit mysterious but still bubbly n friendly ?ᩚ i don't know if that make sense but i feel like jake enjoy mysterious person and should go beyond his way to court n flirt w the person. i think he would also get a bigger ego because HE would be dating the mysterious yet friendly person. also, i think someone being smart n kind is a turn on for him ( not sexual but could be who knows ) but also being competitive w him n let him be nerdy w him. also idk if you read that one interview where jake talks about how he treats the members but i think he also need someone to go to when he needs comfort n not judge him n his neediness or such. he could also be into older girls, but that's a pure guess based his puppy behavior n how he likes to please people, so he'd want to be good for an older one.

i hope i made sense > < thank you again <3

[theeggoman]

I am genuinely scared that once AI starts officially and somehow legally stealing art from artists on Twitter to feed into Elon Musk's AI company that there will be no more spaces for LGBT people to exist online. I'm talking about NSFW art, NSFW writing, discussions about kink and BDSM and leather, advice about transitioning and surgery and STD testing, resources for homeless LGBT youth, comics and animations and stories about queer love. The internet loves to hate gay sex. They demonize us, humiliate us, infantilize our bodily autonomy and choice and the moment you bring up anything relating to your own sexual experiences you're now a target for ridicule and shame. We are not profitable. We are not family friendly. We are "inappropriate" for normal people, and across every single social media platform we are banned. Our discussions about the basic human experience of sex expressed in ANY WAY are eventually banned. Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr, Youtube, Tik Tok, Deviant art, the restrictions and requirements and borderline threats from Patreon. As much as we've all hated it, Twitter has been a final stand. It's a place for furry art and gay porn and weird kinky fanfiction and BDSM. There's a community of people who exist together online and nowhere else. And people don't care that we're losing it, yet again, because they want people to like us. They want people to approve of us, to accept us. They want to be palatable for a straight audience, for a heterosexual society that has only barely begun to tolerate us out of necessity and the turn of deemed popular opinion. It's the internet mob mentality that crucified trans youth as "transtrenders" out of fear that they themselves would be targeted next. It's the accusations against drag queens being inappropriate for children. It's the LGB without the T because they fear they will be next. If they could just package us into something respectable, maybe the rest of the world wouldn't hate them so much, right? Get rid of the "bad" gays and suddenly our parents will love us again. Show them they're wrong, we're not pedophiles and rapists and groomers like they've been accusing us of being for centuries, we're NORMAL and GOOD and PURE, we like Heartstopper, not Yaoi! We don't fetishize gay men, we don't sexualize our trauma! We don't even LIKE sex! See, we think sex is immoral and shameful and wrong just like you. Will you love us now?

The truth is they will never love us. They will never want us. They will never accept us. The more we fight for our rights, they more they will try to take them way. The more we fight amongst ourselves, the more they will try to divide us.

I probably sound insane talking about niche queer Fandom spaces like some kind of gay revolution, but the ability to be unapologetically gay and trans and gross and weird and find a community of people you can be with who are all like you, who are working through that trauma together, who you meet online and fly out to visit in real life, who you love: It matters. It matters so much that they keep trying to take it away from us. I don't really know what the future holds here, I'm just rambling my anger onto the only platform that actuslly gives a shit about the artists on it. I just want the young people in the community to understand that this IS a community. And it matters.

[spooky-all-year-round]

Confession (Hips part 2)

Reading the first part is recommended. Garreth has realized other people are eyeing you and now has to get the courage to ask you out! I took a bit of liberty with the floo network since as far as I remember we never see/hear a fully qualified wizard/witch use it I'm going to assume it can become non-verbal just like spells. Also I borrowed the Diggory name because it's a pure blood family that I don't see used often. Thank you too @fandomnerdworld for the ask! All characters are 18+!!!

TW: fluff, spicy thoughts, mentioned of past masturbation, people talk about the reader (in a good way), mention of future children together (brief), mutual pining, jealous Garreth protective Garreth, insecure Garreth/Reader, dramatic Garreth/reader, anxiety attack, fainting, angst? But not really. So self made angst

It had been weeks since Garreth's interesting night, where he eventually locked himself in a bathroom and masturbated until he was overstimulated and exhausted. THe still didn't know what to do about it all. He knew he had a crush on you long before this. But this sudden and overwhelming hold you had on him was something else. Before he noticed your intoxicating changes, he was able to put his thoughts of you to the side at least long enough to brew his experiments, and normally he could finish most of his homework without thinking of you several times.

But now you were all he could think about. Not just your body in a sexual sense. Things linke when you smiled at him, he imagined what it would be like to see you walking down the aisle with that smile. Listening to you speak made him wonder what it would sound like to hear you say "I do". Hearing your laugh made him think of you, him and a mini version of one of you playing games. How something in your eyes made him want to never stop looking into yours. Or of how funny you were, how you lend your friends a helping hand without a thought, that cute look you got when you were focused. His thoughts of you even floated into his dreams. If you were anywhere near him all he could think of was how to impress you, how to keep your attention, how to make you laugh. It did not help that others were noticing how much you filled out as well.

He had heard several other boys talking about how talented you were, how beautiful, how great of a wife you would be. He also heard not so innocent whispers about you. How you might feel, how you might sound, how your body was the perfect shape for having kids. He would never admit that the last one was his fault for bringing it up without thinking. But others were very quickly coming to the same conclusion he was. That you would be a wonderful girlfriend/eventual wife, and he was terrified. What if you didn't like him back? You always seemed so friendly with him he never really thought about you not returning his feelings. What if you did like him but he took to long so you said yes to someone else?! He couldn't let that happen, but he couldn't ever seem to catch up to you these days.

NEWTS were coming up fast so he was having a hard time keeping up with his work as it was, trying to find you on top of that was impossible. He tried calling out for you to wait up but you either didn't hear him or told him you would see him later. Which unfortunately for him you were always in a group when he saw you later. He tried following you hoping to catch you alone, but you were so good with non-verbal magic at this point you didn't need to announce to the floo powder where you wanted to go. You were also able to apparate freely when you left the school grounds.

It didn't help how jealous he was becoming hearing guys talk about how they planned to ask you out. Or how they knew you were going to say yes to them because you were obviously interested in them. Look how you were always so nice to them. How you helped them out with this and that. The ones he hated the most were the ones that boosted about how they were going to woo you with gifts. This was because they barely knew anything about you and they thought you were easily won over by a few simple gifts, like flowers or chocolates. They didn't know how wonderful you are and how you deserve the world, and because of that they would never make you truely happy and it irked him that they would even try.

But the ones that frightened him were the ones that talked about how they could make you smile and laugh. Which (in their words) meant they were a shoe in. He feared them because that's what he prided himself in, sure you two were close in many ways, but what if he was just the same as them? What if he was delusional about even having a chance with you? What if you just found him funny but thought nothing more? Maybe you didn't currently like anyone. Maybe you hadn't thought about him like that, but his confession would open up the idea and he could win your heart!

One dat he overheard you talking to Natty as everyone left charms. He kept a few feet behind you both hoping to not draw attention and maybe get some helpful information. What he heard made his heart soar and his stomach drop simultaneously. She was trying to convince you that if you asked "him" out that all these other guys would back off. "Him"? So you did like someone! Oh Merlin, you did like someone, that someone couldn't be him right? What if it was him you two were talking about? Maybe you were madly in love with him too! But it could very well be someone else. His face turned into a pout as he continued listening, praying one of you would say a name.

"I know Natty, but what am I supposed to say? 'Hey cutie, nice day right? Just so you know, I've had a huge crush on you since we met! All I can think about is playing with your hair that looks too soft, looking into your gorgeous eyes, and holding your hand while we stroll down the street! Your laugh makes me physically weak, and everytime you touch me I feel like I'm going to actually melt into a puddle. Please marry me!' Like that won't make him run for the hills and never speak to me again!" Your rant went by like a bludger, he almost thought your mouth might fly off with how quick you said it.

Natty did her best to give you an unimpressed look while trying to hide her smile at your dramatic imaginary confession. "I am sure he likes you. I have seen the way he looks at you and I have an outside perspective on how he treats you compared to others. I know he has fallen just as hard if not more so. I just don't think he knows how to outright say it. So he acts out to keep your attention, probably hoping that you'll confess to him first." She rested her hand on your shoulder with a comforting look before it turned into a grin. "Now! Go tell him before he thinks you're not interested. You're a Gryffindor, you have bravery in your blood! You'll both feel so much better once one of you admits to the other about your shared feelings." She gave your shoulder a gentle shake in encouragement.

Acting out? Who did he know that acted out for attention? Sallow for sure. Diggory was another one to make an ass out of himself before winking at you. Larson acted all self important but would that be considered the same? Gaunt certainly acted differently towards you compared to how he did most, but that wasn't the same as acting "out". Right?

Natty and you both stopped to turn towards each other fully. Garreth quickly hid behind the corner, terrified at almost getting caught. His hands were sweating, his chest hurt, the corridor felt like it was spinning. You had to like one of them. Not him. He lost you without even having you. Maybe telling you would help. Maybe it would change your mind and you would choose him! No, then he would just lose you as a friend. What could he do? Yours and Natty's voices sounded like he was hearing them underwater. Merlin, there was no fixing this was there?

He started stepping out from around the corner, hoping to pass by without notice. But you and Natty immediately noticed, in fact you nearly leaped out of your skin in fear that he had heard everything. It was obvious to both of you that something was wrong, he was paler than normal causing his adorable freckles to stand out even more. He was sweating profusely and his eyes were unfocused as he took uneven steps. You reached out to touch his shoulder asking him if he was feeling alright when he suddenly collapsed.

"GARRETH!" Your shout echoed around you as you did your best to catch him, leading both of you to being on the ground. You were kneeling while doing your best to prop him up and keep his head from hitting the floor. Natty used her wonderfully quick wit to come up with an idea. In an impressive bit of magic she conjured a stretcher out of nothing. Carefully you both lifted him onto it, making sure we wasn't going to somehow fall off. With her levitating the stretcher and you guiding it you both rushed him to the hospital wing. You could feel tears prick in your eyes. You could only hope it was just him being sick and nothing serious.

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You were sitting by his bedside gently running your fingers through his hair when you heard him mutter your name. You brushed it off as you hearing things. But a few moments later you heard it again, instinctively his face turned so it rested in your palm. Your heart was fluttering so fast you thought it might fly away. His hand slowly reached up and brushed against your wrist.

Natty had left about half an hour ago, swearing she "had so much homework" she needed to do. You were well aware she was one of the few students that could keep up with her homework, but it was so sweet that she wanted to give you alone time with Garreth that you didn't argue. You simply wished her luck with a knowing smile and a squeeze of her hand. She had squeezed back affectionately before taking her leave.

Not long later Garreth's eyes fluttered open, first he was looking at the wall in your direction. His hand ran absent mindedly up and down your wrist before his face scrunched up in confusion. He pulled his head away from your hand to look at it before his eyes glided up your arm, shoulder, and neck before landing on your face. A blush sprung up to his face as he pulled away sitting up as if your hand was made of open flames. He mentally slapped himself at the look of shock and hurt that crossed your face at his actions.

His sudden movements shocked you and you pulled your hand back just as fast. It hurt seeing him pull away so quickly. You had ran your fingers through his hair a few times before. Maybe he didn't actually enjoy it and was just being nice all those times. As you went to place your hand in your lap he grabbed it.

"I'm sorry I was just shocked. Please keep playing with my hair." He looked at you hopefully and he payed back down. He placed your hand back in his hair to show you it was really okay. Timidly you started playing with his hair, but you quickly fell back into the motions you had before he woke up. He sighed happily closing his eyes. For a few moments he completely forgot about what lead him here. He was just content with this quiet moment between the two of you. But once the question peeked it's head into his thoughts he couldn't help but ask. "How did I end up in the hospital wing?" His strikingly green eyes curiosity met your own.

"You fainted." He gave himself another mental slap turning his gaze away from you. Fainted? And in front of you? He wanted to disappear into the black lake. Maybe he could befriend the giant squid who could protect him from everything else in there. "You were all pale and you looked lost. I was so worried." The sadness and concern in your voice both cut him and warmed him. On one hand he accidentally upset you, on the other you cared about him so much that you not only worried but you stayed by his bedside. "Natty and I brought you up, you've been out for around an hour."

Natty. Natty and you. Natty and you talking about your crush who wasn't him. He felt sick again the clammy feeling returning to his hands. You must have noticed something because your wrist went to his forehead. "I was worried you caught a fever, but Madam Blainey said it was probably just stress from NEWTS." Stress. He could work with that.

You slowly pulled your hand away from his head. He looked back over to you only to find how sheepish you looked. "I actually have been meaning to tell you something. I know right now might not be the best time given you just fainted, but I don't know the next time we will both have a moment to spare." You sounded so nervous and you weren't looking at him. Did you somehow know he likes you and didn't know how to tell him you didn't like him back? Were you about to tell him about your crush on this other guy? Oh Merlin, that was it, and now he was going to have to sit here and reassure you that this guy liked you and that you should go for it.

You shifted before continuing, "I don't know how to say this. All the ways I've thought of have now just disappeared from my thoughts. I...I like you Garreth." Time froze for both of you. He was trying to process that he was the one you liked. All feelings of anxiety and being sick left his body. Unfortunately it seemed to only transfer to you as the silence went on. "I'm so sorry Garreth. We can forget I said anything. Honestly, I don't want to ruin our friendship over this." You stood to leave but he caught your hand again, this time pulling you to meet him on the bed.

You were now sitting next to him, enveloped in his warm embrace. You could not only feel your own heart racing, but his as well. You stuttered not sure what you wanted to say but trying to get some form of answer. He pulled away and grabbed both of your hands kissing them both over and over again. "I like you too, I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. You practically live in my thoughts. I am wholely dedicated to making you happy. Anything to make you smile, to laugh, to even just look at me." He was now understanding what Natty meant by your crush acting out for your attention. "I would find anything if it meant you would give me even a moment of your attention, I would do anything if it meant you would give me even a pinch of your affection. I heard what you were telling Natty before I came around that corner and I am the happiest man alive knowing you feel all of that towards me." Your face went from confused, to relieved, before becoming shocked and embarrassed, untill finally it landed on a huge smile.

He grinned back bringing one of your hands to his face. "May I kiss you?" With your nod he leaned in quickly. He was eager to get to the kiss but was soft and slow when he got there. It was almost like he was scared you would disappear or change your mind if he seemed too excited. But both of your hearts were acting the same, soaring and free knowing that not only did you both have feelings for each other, but they seemed to be on the same level of infatuation. You both pulled away small smiles full of affection as you stared at each other's eyes. "Please be mine?" You answered with another kiss that he returned in full.

[sorcerous-caress]

i found your human kink thing and i think its funny to imagine what the exaggerated human kink porn would be. like do they have visual novels where humans fall in love in seconds and try to get the nonhuman player in bed as soon as possible?

I've put an embarrassing amount of thought into what human fetish porn would look like.

Okay, so take any fantasy race, elves for example, and take all of the porn we have made about them in real life and flip it the other way around. That's the elves' version of human porn, so each race would fetishise a different aspect of humans.

What are the top five sexualised aspects of elves in our porn?

Pointy sensitive ears and how it's inappropriate to touch them

Lean tall builds with airy clothes

Immortals that always look young and ethereal

Isolated societies who don't mix with outsiders

Magic

And if you flip them the other way around, you'd get the top five sexualised aspects of humans in elf porn.

Round short ears and how normalised it is for others to touch them. Earings, piercings, blowing air into your friend's ear as a joke.

Chubby builds in comparison to elves, humans have more fat on their body, a bigger ass, thicker thighs and a very tantalising build. From an elf perspective a human body is pure sexual appeal, every part of is sings to them. And the variety in our builds makes them go feral.

We age and it clearly shows, the grey hair, the wrinkles on the skin. The way our faces change and take shape, the way a human in their 30 or 40 clearly looks their age while an elf remains the same until their 800 years. They notice each small difference in us each time they see us and the fact they can witness our growth gets them off in some weird cycle of nature elfy way.

Welcoming and friendly societies that are the first to introduce themselves to others, the first to say hello to a new emerging race or the first to invite other kingdoms over. Elves call humans the whore race for a reason. We're so quick to trust strangers, so quick to change our ways and rebuild our cities, so eager to meet others and get to know them intimately. Elves get an ego boost each time they stumble upon a cute human in the forest who is fascinated by them, who lets the elf touch and hold them because they're just so curious and have never seen an elf before. We're so welcoming that our barest friendly demnour could compare to what they deem as flirting.

Lack of magic, Or science. They mix these two a lot. A lot of elves must joke about how humans invented science because they're not born with magic, how science is nothing but a cute pathetic attempt at emulating magic. And yet the unknown always has an allure and much like we write porn about elves using magic in sex, elves must have looked at a gun or a laboratory equipment and wondered if a human gets intimate with these objects, gets lewd with their precious science. That humans must have built something for their sexual pleasure, the aphrodisiac pharmaceutical pills, the vibrators and dildos, the lewd clothes we wear that is impossibly tight and seems to only make us look more breedable.

Their cliche porn plots would be finding a lost human in the woods and taking them back to the elf sanctuary and making them a cute breeding bunny. "Saving" them from the barbaric childish lives that humans normally live and actually giving them a purpose, here, within the elves.

Teaching them how to respect nature and how they should know their place as below elves in the natural order and oh the human is just so driven by ego and emotion, so easily controlled by lust that it falls responsibility on the elf's shoulders to get them off and look after them

because humanity can never look after itself. Oh no no no! Could you imagine if the elves weren't here to guide humanity as a race? They'd be doomed. So the elves pat themselves on the shoulders as they circlejerk about clearly they're the guardians of humanity and are protecting them from the shadows and totally not perving up on them.

And that's just for elves! Imagine orcs or dwarves or even tieflings.

What about the races that feel sexual thrills through power and control rather than sex or romance like mindflayers? Who would get off telepathically over the fact we brought them coffee when they ordered us to, or we bent down and picked up something they dropped. Total innocent acts of service are considered the most lewd foreplay a human can do, being a helpful little human is just being a cocktease for mindflayers.

Their porn probably revolves around having a human as a secretary, a house spouse, a thrall. A normal office setting in a human world is like a bdsm sex dungeon to them.

[al1nutzaa]

💙❃.✮:▹kisses◃:✮.❃💙 pt. 1

Everything about their kisses lol

Cause I'm a perfectionist and add useless info.

Can you tell I'm a sucker for Lucifer? Now you know lmao

•┈┈┈••✦ ♡ ✦••┈┈┈•

➹𝓛𝓾𝓬𝓲𝓯𝓮𝓻➷

You kissed him first. Surprisingly.

First kiss on the cheek, second on the lipsss

1. It was another one of those late nights, when pen scratching paper was all that could be heard, and coffee was all that could be smelled. It was another one of those nights when he'd try really hard not to doze off. It was yet another night when he invited you in his study, to keep him company.

He'd reassure you that there's no meaning behind letting you in. That it's a friendly gesture to tease you.

That "It's for the exchange program."

"This document needs your signature"

or

"You need to fill in a report."

And it is completely normal to brush his fingers by "accident" on your thighs while you are beside him, doing what you had to do. But when you leave the room, the way he'd pull you asside by your waist, and whisper in your ear lewd nothings sent shivers down your spine and told you something else.

And you weren't dumb. You knew what he wanted.

He wanted you to come to him... To rile you up. To piss you off. To say everything in his face, then confess to him.

Were you really going to give it to him?

No.

Because you want to see him do what he wants to do to you. Just imagine him saying the truth, telling you the way he feels about you. Him confessing to you.

Should he know, you also had pride. You were the human exchange student who changed everyone's life. Whose role was the most important one in the Devildom. The exchange program depended on you.

Why should you get vulnerable when you knew your worth?

Love makes you weak.

Too bad you can't feel one without the other.

But you don't wanna feel that.

Because you're unique. Lucky you. You pulled the devil itself. And you were gonna take advantage of that. Not in the bad way. But just the way you liked.

Let me explain...

You see, love is like the hunger for a unique woman. And if this woman knows how not to give a man too much to satisfy him, but on the contrary, always leaves him hungry, then that's the secret that keeps love fresh and young.

Also:

Hell with a smart woman is better than paradise with a stupid one.

Hell has been more beautiful since your arrival.

Along with you, there came those glances. The glances that gave you hope. False or not, that wouldn't be a mystery.

Sure, you knew those. They became a habit. Bad or not, you loved it. And Lucifer loved the way you looked at him as well. Stealing glances from across the room was your way of showing interest. Whether it's sexual, romantic, or just pure curiosity, you felt the same.

Well,

who knew you were so addicting.

And somehow, as time went by, you felt hunger towards him. Towards Lucifer. And pushing all of his buttons, a spark rose. A spark that felt oddly bittersweet. Combining both sadism and masochism into a bitter yet sweet crime scene.

There was no way you'd let it go. You wanted to see if you actually felt what you thought you felt towards him. You wanted to know if what you felt was real. If that spark was meant to burn.

And that was one of many reasons why you were in front of his study. You wanted confirmation. Maybe affirmation.

They say confidence is key, while confidence kept leaving and entering you; but, once you have sign, you'll know exactly what you both want. Because... Were you really in love with Lucifer? Was he really in love with you?

You were gonna find out.

No matter the circumstances.

Actually, a good night's rest was waiting for a long time. Your thoughts barely let you sleep. Overthinking kept you awake. And that's another reason why you wanted an answer, or a sign, an action, a gesture, anything.

And there you are.

Knocking on his door, you felt agitated.

Were you going to explode?

To pass out?

Have a heart attack?

All of the above?

Weirdly, no one made you feel like this. And that's yet another reason.

Turning the handle, you entered. Classical music wasn't swaying in the back like it used to do. Coffee was barely there to begin with. Barely any documents were on Lucifer's desk.

Something must be wrong.

Because Lucifer is sleeping.

A once in a lifetime occasion. Nahhhh girl.

There's no way you're gonna miss on that. That's your chance! Do something!-

Your thoughts where interrupted by a slight sound of shifting. Looking at him, he shifted just enough for you to see his face.

Hair, disheveled. Shirt, wrinkled. Tie, loose. Gloves, off. Sleep mode, on.

What a baby he is.

And you still thought he looked good in this state. Cute, even. Hot, almost.

The sight wouldn't be highlighted enough in a picture. But the memory would.

Thank the Celestial Realm for giving you sleeping Lucifer. You felt great now.

Wayyyy to great.

Ya know what

Fuck it.

He's asleep.

Light-sleeper or not, here it goes.

Grabbing the blanket from around your shoulders, you wrapped the warm and fuzzy fabric over his stiff ones.

Brushing the few grey strands of hair from his forehead, you pressed your lips to his cold cheek.

The sudden yet anticipated feeling of his skin made your heart explode. You are both hot and cold. The fireworks inside your stomach sent electric shots through your veins. And your heart had a hard time pumping blood in and out and reviving you, to feel alive again for the 100th time.

Quickly taking your leave, you whispered to his sleeping figure before closing the door:

"Goodnight, Lucifer".

And then you knew.

You love Lucifer.

Does he love you too?

A/n

Omgggg. Finally :'). I lacked creativity towards the end, but it's here. Yayyyy

[sophieinwonderland]

Wait... was the author of the "Sophie is dangerous" doc Problemaddtic this whole time? The user who flooded the endo safe tags with sexual content and trolling, bragged about not being traumatized in a way that was offensive to traumagenic allies, generally made an utter ass of themselves, and made other pro-endos feel unsafe in their safe spaces?

Can I tell you something?

I am rather attached to my image in anti-endo circles as an evil villain. I hate being put in any situation where I need to do something publicly that would make anti-endos see me in a remotely positive light.

So I tried to resolve that issue in DMs because I really, REALLY did not want to have to make a public post on it. It would have been so nice if they could have just gone away peacefully into the night with nobody knowing anything about my involvement.

After this, I realized I had to address it publicly, and may have referred to them as a "lone, friendless system" at one point, and compared them to a toddler, which honestly still seems accurate.

Before this interaction, earlier that same month, they had sent an ask to my blog and seemed friendly in it, so they didn't seem to dislike me before that point.

Naturally, afterwards, they didn't seem to like me much. They actually made numerous posts about me following that because they were so pissy about over being called out. I wish the links to those posts about me still existed, but alas, the blog was deleted.

Not long after that, they seemingly disappeared with no trace.

I have spent so long trying to figure out why the author of the "Sophie is dangerous" doc has held such a seemingly-personal vendetta against me for all this time.

And now... now I think I finally get it! And gods, is it hilarious!

🤣

I never imagined that my posts calling out their widdle baby temper tantrum would escalate into making a life-long enemy bent on my destruction. (Albeit, one who is really incompetent at bringing it about.)

Knowing that they were problemaddtic this whole time... gods! This is just amazing!

It's the final piece of the puzzle that makes everything click into place!

For so long, I've wondered what I did to make this random person I couldn't remember ever interacting with develop such an intense obsessive hatred of me! And now I at last have my answer! And it's better than anything I could have imagined!

And I mean, I get it. If somebody I previously liked and respected called me a friendless loser baby throwing a temper tantrum, I might hold a grudge too.

But with this context, it's adorable watching them act like this vendetta is anything more than them acting out because I was mean to them.

The author will of course claim that they're acting purely for noble reasons. It's because they learned the error of their ways and don't want me hurting people the way they did. It totally has nothing to do with the fact that I publicly mocked them when they were hurting the pro-endo community at all.

But come on... 🙄

[cheez-it-nugget]

Oh God No.

We've all had strange dreams. I cannot deny this fact myself, as a majority of my dreams have been bizarre. Today, I will tell you about one of these dreams. I had this dream a few months ago and cannot stop thinking about it. I do not know why this is the case. Is it out of morbid curiosity? Obsession?? Pure horror??? Who knows! But I've rambled on enough. Now I shall share with you what I dub "Another nightmare of HIM."

WARNING FOR SEXUAL CONTENT AHEAD!!!

It happened on the night of March 26th, 2024. I had settled into bed, my phone plugged into a nearby desk lamp as I scrolled through some erotic literature. Once content, I set the phone on the bedside table, pulled the covers up, and drifted off to sleep.

That night, I began to dream... In this dream, I was not myself. Instead, I was a character whom I will call Barbara because it's funny. However, to not seem confusing, I will still talk in the first person.

The best way to describe the way this dream world worked is if PornHub had videos that functioned like a Mario 64 painting. I was hopping through different "videos" and… ahem, assisting characters. These characters were quite strange. One of them might've been a human, but I mostly remember interacting with bizarre, abnormal characters. For example, one of them was a sentient weasel animatronic… Yes, he talked... a lot. No, don't ask if it was Popgoes the Weasel or Willy Weasel. I don't remember...

It was almost like an episode of a kid's cartoon where the main character goes around helping people with their problems… but considerably less family-friendly…

Anyway, after going around and "helping" a few of these characters, I jumped into one particular “video” that transported me to one of those modern-style houses. To give you an idea of what I mean, imagine one of those houses big influencers with those annoying vlogging channels live in. White tile. White floor. White everything. No color other than white and very light shades of gray.

So, I had spawned into the foyer or entryway (Basically the starting room of the house.) In front of me was a hallway into the living room, and to the left of me was a staircase to a room upstairs. (This staircase will become important later.)

I immediately noticed that, for some reason, there was nobody in the foyer to greet me. This was odd, as the other characters before this had welcomed me as soon as I teleported into the building. So, thinking that maybe they were somewhere else in the house, I began to make my way to the living room.

However, I didn't have to search for long...

As I set foot in the living room, I stopped. The room, just as white as the rest of the house, was a decently sized living room with a modern-looking fireplace and a wall-mounted flatscreen TV. Situated on a rug in the middle of the room were two pieces of furniture, an L-shaped couch, and a small sofa, both of which were white and appeared to be made out of polyester. Though, those weren't the only notable things in this room.

There was also... a man.

He was seated on the sofa, his arms folded and his legs spread wide open as he faced the doorway I now stood in. Judging by his pose, he seemed to have been awaiting my arrival...

Then, just as quickly, I realized who I was looking at, who this man really was...

This man...

Was George Armstrong Custer...

I am not joking. I wish I was. But I'm not. He was there. Sitting on the sofa in his usual arm pose. Wearing his recognizable blue attire. (Hat and gloves included.) His hair was curled and golden, about shoulder length. His eyes were blue, cold and creepy. His facial hair looked like a sentient mass of fur trying to claw out of his face. And his strange cheekbones gave him an almost skeletal appearance.

Yes. He was in this living room. Sitting on this sofa. Staring directly at me.

Now, I had had a few dreams about this particular man before. I have been reading up on him recently, especially regarding his controversial legacy, personal life, miscellaneous stuff, etc. However, previously, whenever I had a dream about him, it involved me running away in the opposite direction, screaming my head off as he gave chase.

And, in any other dream, I would've done just that.

However, at that moment, something seemed to turn off in my brain. Perhaps it was my survival instincts. Or maybe it was my last two brain cells. Whatever the case, the thing that should've told me to run away from this man at once wasn't there…

The following is an account of what happened next: (Some specific details may be missing.)

In my Barbara character form, I sauntered over to the general, him still staring at me as he unfolded his gloved arms and placed them on both arms of the sofa. Once I got mere inches away from the space between his legs, I dropped down to my knees. Looking up at him with an expression unknown to me, I reached out... Pulled out my shoe shine kit... And began to give him a shoeshine...

No. That's not what happened. I wish it did. Because that would’ve been hilarious. But it didn't...

Instead, I, or he, (I can't remember.) unbuckled/unbuttoned his pants and... freed him from his prison...

Now, here I was, kneeling before an American general, my hands gripping his legs as I stared at his now exposed crotch and- Okay, you get the picture.

I then... got to work.

Despite being forever-alone IRL, I tried my best to "pleasure" this strange man. However, trying to fit the whole thing into my mouth was like catching a slippery bar of soap that's a bit smaller than average. Nevertheless, I still tried. It was a strange feeling. I don't remember whether I glanced up like I was looking for approval or if I kept my eyes down during this. Though, I probably had the stupidest expression on my face, my eyes big and wide as I quickly bobbed up and down the best I could...

The general did not say a word. Not even a grunt or a moan escaped his mouth. He just sat there, his arms firmly resting on the ends of the sofa as he stared down at me with those cold, blue eyes...

After a moment that was a bit of a blur, I stood up and began to head for the stairs, the general not too far behind. However, when I reached the entrance to said stairs, I guess he decided to actually do something for once. Because, next thing I know, I'm being picked up and carried up the stairs by this dude, bridal-style.

Once he reached the door at the top of the stairs, he opened it without somehow dropping me. He continued onwards, carrying me into the room.

The room upstairs was quite large, though it was also quite empty, with little furniture inside. The only thing inside the room? A bed. Or, more accurately, a bed that had been fused with a sectional couch in a horrific experiment. Reaching this strange piece of furniture, he plopped me down onto it, his hands quickly reaching for his pants and undoing them. Because yes, he had apparently buttoned up his pants after the "shoe-shine." Why? I have no clue.

I was now lying on my back, in the Missionary position, with my legs splayed out and my arms raised above my head. I was wearing nothing but a white top and a pair of frilly socks, but those got removed at some point, too.

The general, meanwhile, had his hands wrapped around my waist, his white silk gloves slightly creased. His... thing was... ready for action... He was still almost fully clothed (Say for well… you know) as he met my gaze. He stared down at me silently, like he was trying to communicate telepathically with me.

Still not speaking, he loosened his grip on my waist, caressing it (softly??) as his hands traveled to my hips. Then, tightening his grip on my hips, he positioned himself against the entrance before pushing inside. I vaguely remember feeling nervous during this, clenching from the intrusion.

In an instant, I was being fucked into the furniture monstrosity at a regular pace. The general's golden hair swayed back and forth as he stared at me, not a sound escaping his almost-hidden lips.

As I said, my survival instincts in this dream seemed nonexistent. So, I was treating this like it was regular sex, probably moaning like a dumb bitch as this man did his thing. At some point, he bottomed out, resulting in him fucking me at a faster pace. For some reason, I didn't care. I was mindless, clueless, too utterly stupid to realize what this man was capable of. I just wanted to be fucked like a mindless animal.

Actually, now that I think about, I remember the interaction being quite awkward. Like, it was exactly how you’d picture doing it with a man who didn’t understand the concept of “pleasing everyone besides yourself.” This wasn’t a person who I felt a deep personal connection with.

(Listen, I like my men big and vocal. This man was neither of these things…)

The rest of what happened is a blur. However, I will describe the aftermath...

Awakening from my slumber ever so slowly, I yawned, my arms outstretched. It was around 5 AM, so it was still dark outside. At first, as I adjusted to my awake state, I thought of the dream as normal, usual even.

"*Sigh of relaxation* What a nice dream!" I naively thought.

But then, as the minutes passed, a strange sensation set in. A feeling of confusion... bewilderment... Consciousness, Common Sense, Basic Brain Responsibility! Whatever you call it! It seems that it was starting to return to me.

And return it did... at the worst time possible...

My eyes began to widen. My jaw hung agape. If I was in a cartoon, my hair would have turned all crazy and spikey. A horrified expression is what was forming on my face...

Realizing what had transpired hit me harder than a truck hitting an armadillo on a Texas road. Harder than an 18-wheeler that ran over a pedestrian and broke all their bones being hit by a lawsuit from David Law Firm! HARDER THAN CALLING 444-4444! THERE'S ONLY ONE NUMBER TO REMEMBER! AND THAT'S FOUR!-

"Wait... did I just-"

You know that scene in a cartoon where a character yells "Nooooooooo!!!" After something goes horribly wrong...?

Yeah, that was me...

But on the inside...

"No..."

"NOOO!"

Feelings of horror and disgust coursed through my veins! What the fuck had I just done?! What the fuck did my brain just conjure up!? I can deal with fucking animatronic weasels! But dead American generals from the 1800s!? HELL NO...!

I wanted to die.

Even though nobody had personally witnessed whatever the fuck just happened, I still wanted the earth to swallow me whole like someone had. Let me die under the crust, where it's like a bajillion degrees.

It was utterly mortifying. I felt like screaming, but if I did that, then the neighbors would not be pleased. So, for the next hour, I sat there, trying to mentally block out the things I saw in that dream while also repeatedly asking myself,

"GOD WHY?!?"

However, soon, I could ask this question no longer. The day I woke up was a school day. I had to get ready for the long day ahead of me.

For the rest of the day, flashbacks of that dream would pop into my head. And, each time, I would recoil in disgust...

I later learned that same day that George had gonorrhea!

I still occasionally have dreams where he randomly shows up unannounced. However, it is not the same magnitude as whatever the hell THIS dream was.

Anyway, thanks for reading! Here's some doggo eye bleach for your troubles!

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

Writing explicit material about an aged up character is NOT it. Wednesday is a minor in the show, aging her up in your fanfiction doesn’t make it any less creepy. You even state in your writing that Wednesdays attraction develops WHILE SHE IS STILL A MINOR IN SCHOOL. The original attraction came from a child’s mind, do you not see how that’s wrong? Aging characters up just to ship them with adults is disgusting and writing sexual content about it is even worse. If you wanted to write about stuff like this I would’ve suggested making OC’s and not using already made characters that have a fandom surrounding them. That would’ve stopped some of the backlash and made it a little less creepy. Genuinely hope you see how this is wrong, please stop, thank you.

hi! i suggest you don't read stories you find upsetting! there's plenty of other fics to read, both mine and written by other people.

i also it's sweet you think an anonymous message will make me see the error of my Immoral ways. also are you suggesting it would be better if i wrote a fic with a different minor that grows up and then has a relationship with a former teacher? i don't understand what exactly you mean and how that would, in your book, be better than this lol. also, i don't know if you're aware but all adults you know were once, in fact, minors.

i know this isn't a message in good faith, and that nothing i say will change your mind. that's alright. nothing you say will change mine, either! i will write what i want and how i want it. you are welcome not to read it and say, well, not for me, moving on.

however, since you were so free to give me a friendly suggestion to Stop It, i will be so free to suggest you give stories that make you uncomfortable a go. the Immorality will not, in fact, rub off on you. i do think it's some of my best work writing wise, and i think the quality of it is pretty decent. there are even Themes and Motifs, and believe it or not it isn't porn (there is one smutty chapter out of fourteen and that's it). you could read it and try to articulate which parts of the story make you uncomfortable. you could try to read it as purely a piece of fiction, a story (which it is), without attaching a moral judgement to it -- perhaps try putting yourself in the shoes of the characters, or perhaps even the author, and try seeing how and why someone would write a story about very unusual, particular people who find each other, despite all odds. you could perhaps even ponder the concept of the "immoral" nature of their relationship being a metaphor for any unconventional relationship. after you do all of that, if you still feel uncomfortable, that's perfectly alright! i think some fiction is meant to make people uncomfortable, and it is a valuable skill to be able to approach it analytically and pinpoint exactly what doesn't sit right with you -- that, unfortunately, requires reading the work in good faith.

i will always encourage meaningful critique of my work! however, just some anonymous rando coming up to me and saying "this is WRONG!!!" will do precisely nothing.

you've spoken your piece, but if you continue to pester me with similar messages you will be blocked! have a nice day!

[eatmangoesnekkid]

How do I become wet all the time? I struggle to open up to my lover because I am closed and dry. I would like to connect to him.

You have to change your entire life, including your confidence around your fully aroused body and your sex. It's not a quick fix or easy way to answer this question without knowing a little bit more about you and your life. I know we want easy, but some things require a kind of self-annihilation, what I call "the lover is also the warrior,” where nearly everything we are has to be assassinated. The short basic answer to your question is that you have to become healthier in your female physiology.

Wetness, warmth, suppleness, plump pussy energy, or a high libido, no matter our age, is pure unchanneled life force energy born from rest, self-care, and connection to our bodies. Connection to our bodies (self-care) is not easy in a modern stressed and restless world that we were force to adapt to. Moreover, we have a lot of distractions thrown at our cells, tissues, and organs, and are flooded with more information than water.

The status quo common way we do modern life goes against healthy female physiology. It's a dehydrated lifestyle. Between working 40 hours or more per week, not resting well, and having to do things alone like childcare pickup and meals, it's a lot. Even if you don't have children, you have to be extremely pristine with your energy hygiene and create a more conscious devotional life -which IS very much possible for everyone.

Most likely though, unless you have been doing this work for a while, your entire reality has to change. Owning awareness that you are literally liberating your whole self from archaic structures that go against you and your loved ones' wellness is a potent charge! Giving death to these systems that live in your body --especially in your breasts, belly, womb, low back, and pussy, actually makes you more wet and open i.e. alive and healthy. You must curate a new mindset. Here are examples: Imagine if productivity was measured by how well we loved and cared for ourselves and each other. Imagine if ‘being hardworking’ was defined in other ways other than selling one’s soul for labor in order to survive? What if productivity was more about being in service to something other than production? What happens to the shape of your body when you start believing that you can rest well while reaching your goals?

A hydrated (female-body friendly) lifestyle naturally and instinctively arouses and opens up your body and creates more natural wetness. Therefore, hydration has to be one of your root systems which nurtures your pussy’s highest harmonies. Wet pussy is an oracle, a real frequency that opens our womb "instinctual" intelligence. With our wet pussy, we become more magical.

Years ago I started centering my pussy in my life. Everything revolves around my pussy. I consult with my pussy and it tells me my next step directions. Because a “wet pussy life" is a real framework that creates healthy female physiology and sexual intimacy. We have to willing to be honest about our this 3D reality really works. Female physiology requires wetness in order to come fully alive in its potencies.

Bless you and your man🌹. You connect with him by connecting with yourself.

Without connection to yourself, there is no real depth or connection to our lovers or our sex and love. This is just a short answer. I hope it helps some.

Consider reading my new books (out soon) and joining my school in the future.

One loveliness, India

[sunhated-a]

Hello! Welcome, this is a blog I've created to curate inspiration for Muzan Kibutsuji. But I am open to interactions, so I may dip my hands in some writing for him as well.

My portrayal of Muzan is quite canon divergent and based on equal parts headcanon and canon material.

I'm very laidback on this blog, so expect minimal formatting and icons, sporadic activity, and varying post length.

Guidelines under read more.

Basic RP etiquette applies. Do not control my character without my permission, in character =/= out of character. Muzan is a very abrasive muse. So please don't take his rudeness personally. If you are a personal blog, you may follow me and send in asks or like headcanon posts. I have anon enabled if you'd prefer to use that. However, I would ask that you do not reblog my headcanons or threads. Please understand you are a guest in this space and be mindful with how you engage. Other than that, you're welcome on my blog! I hope you enjoy!

Fandom is a space meant for everyone to enjoy. Period. Bigotry of any kind, racism, sexism, transphobia, etc. Will not be tolerated. If I catch you engaging in any of these behaviors it's an immediate block from me.

Do not involve me in interpersonal drama. Roleplay is a fun hobby to me, and drama exhausts me. And to be frank, I am too old to care to keep up with who did what and why. I don't engage in dogpiles. I am just here to write my characters and stay in my lane. However, if any issues were to arise, I'd prefer to talk it out like adults. But if you'd no longer wish to interact for whatever reason, feel free to hard block me. There will be no hard feelings.

I am neither pro-ship nor an anti, nor do I care what camp you fall into. I'm just here to do my own thing. I will be exploring darker content on this blog: Including manipulation, abusive relationships, cannibalism, obsession, twisted dynamics among other things that come with the muse. I do have hard limits, however. I will not interact with you if you engage in noncon, underage smut, or adult / underage muse ships. All triggers will be tagged accordingly. And as always, if you need something tagged do not hesitate to let me know!

I run my blogs primarily on an interest basis, I also manage a household and I work. So my activity will fluctuate and be sporadic. I manage chronic depression and unmedicated ADHD both so I will probably be all over the place. IRL > Anything else. I will always prioritize the comfort level of a mun over writing and roleplay.

This is a canon divergent blog, as it says on the tin. There are a lot of aspects about Muzan and his story that I interpret differently, or omit entirely. If something about my portrayal isn't to your liking, I completely understand. You are entitled to your opinion, but please don't try to argue with me. Feel free to unfollow or block.

OCS. I love them. Feel free to send them my way, just be sure to have a page where I can read about them and we're golden. I am also duplicate friendly.

I am not open to shipping on this blog. I, however, will make exceptions if we have interacted OOC or if we're on the same page on what we want out of a ship. I'm uncomfortable shipping with people I don't interact with, this is purely for my own comfort and because of personal experiences in the past. But, if we've interacted and you think our characters would mesh well and have a good dynamic, by all means feel free to bring it up. I will not be posting smut or sexual content on this blog. So anything veering into that territory, I will ask to move to discord or another platform.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hey Pinnie!

I don't know if this has been asked before, but I was wondering how would Santi react to an aromatic obsession? Like, if his obsession wanted to have a relationship purely sexual with him (and maybe appreciated him in like a friendly way) but ultimately didn't reciprocated the same intensity or romance. Would he be okay with that kind of relationship? Or would he try to force romance into the relationship?

TW: Disregard of orientation (??)

Force it.

In a way, Santi gets what it's like to be not want romance. Not because he's aromantic (he's not), but because, up until very recently, he was scared of it. Longing but scared, sitting on the fence.

Santi's sure you're not really aromantic, that's just not true. You're his match, after all. Why would you be that? That just makes no sense, that would be some sort of cruel joke played out by fate. He gets it, you're just like him!

You're scared. And you're hiding. But that's fine, he'll coax you out. It's safe to love him, he promises. He'll never put you down, you two can navigate these uncharted waters together, it'll be just fine, because it's meant to be.

If you want to start with just sex, then Santi is all for it, but even his sexual acts stink of romance. He'll regularly tell you he loves you, you can see it in his eyes when he services you, in the way he holds your face and strokes over your body, he's dripping with adoration. And it always puts a frown on his face when you don't say those three little words back.

You'll crack one day. He knows you will. You better.