#love chastity. love to make things up about her in my mind. That girl is a dyke.

[lakesbian]

just found out chastity shows up in riley alone. why didn't someone tell me this shit earlier it would have made me get around to reading it so much faster

[wittlesissyb4by]

It was such a pathetic sight. Ryan was squishing in his chair, crinkling in his ridiculous diaper, and blowing raspberries between bites of mushy carrots.

I can’t believe how far he’s come, or, rather, how far he’s fallen. Ryan used to be a pompous, chauvinistic asshole who got a little too big for his own britches. If he wasn’t trying to  impress his holier than thou attitude upon anyone he could in public, he was doing it at home with me. I was beneath him. I was nothing but a 50’s housewife expected to cook, clean, and pick-up after him. Oh, and to be there to please his tiny dick for almost a full 30-seconds…

I was tired of it, sick of being nothing but a vending machine for him to call on, only to be left thankless and underappreciated. Things had to change.

So, I started off small, slipping various hormones and chemicals into the food I was ordered to cook for him every night. When he was sleeping, I’d put on a little hypnosis for him to listen to after I popped my earmuffs in. 

The effects were gradual at first. He started complaining about his nipples hurting. I’d find wet stains in his underwear, and he’d whimper and whine about the tiniest things (okay, maybe that wasn’t much different than before…). Soon I noticed him constantly needing to have something in his mouth. It started out with just his fingernails, then a toothpick, a plastic cap, and–when I started taking those away and he’d (literally) cry–he would resort to sucking his thumb.

He was actually giggling with delight when I brought home a pacifier. That was when things really started kicking in. He’d come home from work with wet underpants, and would wake up in soaking sheets. So, obviously, it was time for diapers. He protested at first, but soon I’d come into the living room to find him humping and crinkling on the floor, drooling all over his thumb. Where he used to bark at me to bring him a beer when he got home, he was now begging and pleading for a bottle of ‘milkies’ with his wittle baby voice.

He learned to address me as Mommy, to say ‘pweez’ and thank you for every little thing. He even agreed to let me bring home other guys. Real men for me to play with. There was a time where he’d try to act all macho in front of other men, now he’d get on his knees and suck their dick if I told him it was his ‘ba ba’ for the day.

He has no problem dressing like a girl, in fact, he kind of throws a fit if all his pink tutu’s and rompers are dirty and he has to wear a blue onesie. I used to let him hump his huggies as much as his little heart desired, I’d rather him pump his pitiful load into pampers instead of my pussy while I pretend to enjoy it–but then I took that away as well. He still whines and cries sometimes for me to let him out of his chastity cage for ‘cum cums’, but those are a thing of the past now.

It’s funny, he used to think he was so smart, he’d belittle everyone around him for not knowing the most random of facts. Now? He’s practically a braindead, bimbo baby. I mean, look at him. He’s blowing raspberries with muck in his mouth and drooling down his bib, smiling the whole time. He doesn’t seem to mind that he’s sitting in a heavily soiled diaper, in fact, he’s mushing around in it like a happy piggie playing in the mud.

I wonder if he understands that all of his money is now in my account. Sure, I’ll drop the hypnosis and send him out to work, only to make him snap back into it as soon as he’s home so I can tape him back in a diaper. Ryan–or Rylie–as she’s now called, is not even close to a man anymore. Her little dick is caged and diapered, right where it belongs. Now excuse me while I shovel more slop into her babbling mouth.

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[lullaebies]

Absolutely love your blog! If you're still taking Jaehaera/Aegon III requests what about one where they're in a secret relationship and are keeping it from their families but some shenanigans ensue (maybe they snuck out or something, or someone walked in on them kissing?) and they're somehow discovered? Also please overprotective father Aegon II because yes!

(Preferably an AU where the Dance happens later?)

The gathering in the room feels like a court of thorns, and Jaehaera feels as if she is going to hurl. Standing by her family with her grandmother looking at all around with hawk eyes, she feels if something is about to implode. Aegon had been taken from her side to his mother’s, Princess Rhaenyra. The heiress to the Throne had been most wroth, her, her husband, and her sons waking in the middle of the night for this… issue.

The worst of it all, Jaehaerys had been still laughing with damn near tears in his eyes while telling what he witnessed. She had begged him to leave it be, but then he and Aegon got into an altercation, and now… Ugh!

“So I enter her room because I left my book there—” he looks at Princess Rhaenyra and her family, particularly Aegon. “It was my room once too, do mind— and what do I see if not Aegon the Younger pining my sister against her own closet? The closet, grandmother. He didn’t have the mind to get her against a bed.”

She’s going to choke him.

“Oh, fuck off,” Aegon yells at her twin. “As if she hasn’t told me about you becoming a damn near Rosby stableboy in your visits there—”

Princess Rhaenyra pushes him back to his half-brothers, the lot of the brown haired boys holding their brother of nine and ten, yet only his father manages to stare him down. On the other hand, her father had been gritting his teeth beside her, while mother held onto Jaehaerys’s forearm in warning. Alicent gives her twin a pointed look.

“Mind your words, Jaehaerys,” she says, and turns to look at Rhaenyra and her family. “Prince Aegon, would you mind explaining how you came into my granddaughter's rooms?” 

Aegon licks his lips, and Jaehaera swallows. The story is longer than both of them would be able to admit. Despite the blood feud of the families, they had managed to talk last year at the ball for her and Jaehaerys five and tenth nameday. Even went on a joint ride with Morghul and Stormcloud, and before he left for Dragonstone, they decided on a day to meet again at the Kingswood. Such meetings repeated. They could only afford a day a moon, but those days were all so sweet. Did she do anything wrong? Yes, had been the objective answer, but she couldn’t care for it.

And here he is, in her very own home. They could hardly speak by their family, how could she not ask for a moment of privacy?

Rhaenyra rubs her temples. “Things like these happen at this age, Alicent,” she says. “You are stressing Jaehaera and Aegon both.”

Alicent furrows her brows. “Oh, these things do happen at this age, don’t they?” she asks, glaring. “We had known since we were her age how reputation matters in finding marriage. Your son is three years her elder and should know not to fiddle with a noble girl’s corset strings at the hour of the bat.”

Jaehaera feels some tears well up in her eyes. She doesn’t care for the embarrassment of being caught by now, but this makes her feel a fool. It had been nothing insidious, was it? They hadn’t even kissed until they celebrated the new year. She hadn’t lost her chastity, either. It is not just…

“He came into those rooms because your granddaughter let him in, Queen Alicent,” Prince Daemon says. “You should mind her doings before you lay judgement on my son’s.”

Jaehaera’s father had been standing quiet for the longest while, but with that he flares. “Men had been sent to the wall and got castrated for less, Uncle. If you don’t like my mother’s judgement, perhaps I should see to it?”

She holds onto her father’s arm. Please, let this stop. 

Daemon eyes him dangerously. “See to your own misgivings,” he says. “Your own son laughs at your daughter's.”

“Father, please,” Jaehaera says, when Aegon the Elder tries and almost manages to escape her grip. Her mother and brother come quickly beside them. Her mother stands in front of her father and puts a hand on his chest, warning, while Jaehaerys comes to Jaehaera’s side, a wroth smirk thrown at their grand-uncle’s way.

“I am laughing at my sister’s choices, grand uncle. At least if it had been Viserys, he has my aunt’s pretty face,” he says, backing their father for once. They often argue, but at times they work together, they prove they’re made of the same cloth. “The Seven had laughed at Aegon giving him yours.”

Daemon starts stepping towards them. “You think you are a jester, you defected—”

Prince Jacaerys comes against his step-father to stop him from coming forward, the same ways her mother has to stop her father from doing the same. Her grandmother and Princess Rhaenyra had come to yell at one another, and even the kingsguard had come to get involved. Jaehaera’s body is reduced to shaking, fat tears fully sliding down her cheek.

“I’m sorry,” she says quietly between gentle sobs, the sleeves of a dishevelled dress wiping against her face again and again to try and catch all the tears. Only the family beside her hears, so loud were the voices in the room. Her brother and father turn around, with similarly apprehensive faces. “Please, please stop..”

Behind them, from the other side of the room, Aegon sees her in her pathetic state too. She never was the emotional type, and she had oft hoped he liked it for he had been none too different. The unusual petrification on his face makes her blood feel as if it is running dry, and it feels all gone when the dark amethyst of his eyes fall into what she could only call resigned acceptance.

Aegon, her Aegon, comes by his mother and her grandmother, holding Princess Rhaenyra’s arm. “It was my fault. We didn’t mean to… I took it too far,” he finally says. “I won’t come by her any more, Queen Alicent.”

It hurts more than anything else he could’ve said.

Her mother pushes their father aside to cloak her in an embrace. Jaehaera can only tremble and sob against her mother’s robe.

The room grows silent as Princess Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent agree to not tell The King or all else of the incident; so ill had been King Viserys, it had not been worth ailing her grandfather further with this issue when he had been on the brink of passing. 

All is to be forgotten, and cast away. Jaehaera’s puffy eyes lift from her mother’s shoulder, and catch his gaze one last time before he leaves. He tries to mouth something, but is pushed by his family out of the room.

Jaehaera sinks against her mother again. Even if she banishes the days in the green Kingswood from her thoughts, the scent of the campfire charring wood black will live in her dreams.

[cryptiqish]

some quick thoughts on nerdy prudes must die

first off - this is 100% a return to form for starkid for me. tgwdlm was like. lighting in a bottle but i really, really am not a fan of black friday - so i dipped after that, and never really looked into nightmare time etc. as i'm not super into the hatchetfield eldritch lore stuff - honestly, i figured i was aging out of it. THAT SAID. holy shit. npmd is brilliant

every single goddamn song is a banger. every one. it's so rare for me to like everything at least to a little bit, but when i can interchange my entire top 5 you know it's brilliant. high school is killing me, nerdy prudes must die, dirty girl, hatchet town...all top tier starkid in general. up there w tgwdlm

angela giarratana and will branner steal this entire show. absolutely insane stuff from both of them. will in particular...oh man. it's his show and you just KNOW it

oh shit!!! oh fuck!!!! i didnt think thered be a skele'uhn here... im so fucking scared of skele'uhnz!!!

it's FUNNY

i <3 the weird anime nerd kid. rip king

jon's vocals and just. general range in this is amazing to see from tgwdlm

 i will say i wish this maintained the more straight slasher vibe of the first act all the way through but that’s just personal preference since i'm less into the overarching eldritch lore stuff as mentioned. with that in mind though, i didn't find the lords in black stuff as jarring as i thought i would (and the summoning's a banger) - so it works narratively. i think at the end of the day i prefer my standalone shows - not everything needs to be an extended universe - so i was pleasantly surprised at how relatively well this could function as its own thing.

following that - i think this is the closest starkid's gotten to like, off-broadway quality - with plot modifications i could 100% see it making the jump. the production quality - of both the musical itself and the proshot, is amazing - everything pops, it's incredibly polished and just looks brilliant (again, such a step up from BF.)

shoutout to the costume design in particular. top tier work again. ghost max looked crazy good.

for something that in actuality didn't get a lot of focus...can’t stop thinking about how the whole max jagerman grace chastity dynamic is like the absolute HARDEST thing to randomly come out of starkid. the implicit themes had absolutely no right to go that hard!!!! it’s a silly horror comedy!

devout repressed christian and a boy that thinks he’s god. and then she deals with the first sign of sexual attraction to him by killing him??

and then his ghost comes back for vengeance, viewing it as divine justice - and then she ends the musical enacting her own vengeful divine justice?? straight up with modified reprise of his song?? they’re one and the same?? the prayer motif???

“will you pray for me / when i’m gone / or is this the eternal dark without a dawn” and “who will pray for you / when your body’s gone” is like the rawest motif of all time and it’s in the same musical that has an ten minute long barbecue joke sequence unrelated to the plot

nothing sexier than the motif of killing god and god killing you, in general. i do think i loved this one because it played with a lot of my fave tropes and themes of horror - high school slasher, archetypes, coming back wrong, religion, all that

"the big game" kept cracking me up it's so dumb and yet

anyway this whole thing just felt like we've unlocked...i dunno, a new level of starkid?? i was blown away and i'm sure for those more invested in hatchetfield beyond tgwdlm it hit even more, but it's left me so excited to see what's next from them for the first time in years.

[tetsunabouquet]

Can you explain in a thread why you don’t like Marco?

First of all, I wanna give you a quick shout-out, whoever you are! You're the first person outside of my main fandom (KNB) to send me a request that's civilized and actually something I'd like to talk about so thank you! Reason number one would be, well, on my blog I've already mentioned various times that I don't like characters who abuse kids, and Marco is definitely not without corporal punishment himself. Whilst I like Ren and Jun, I also dislike the rest of the Tao family and Hao as he was mentally an adult throughout the story who didn't mind hurting and killing children (attempting to eat the souls of the Hana-Gumi waitresses for one, when two of them were still young girls is just unacceptable to me). Reason number two would be his brainwashing of Iron Maiden Jeanne and turning her into a murderer. That she forgave him for it doesn't means the audience has to. Children have a certain loyalty to their parents/caretaker figures that in abusive situations can be rather binding and making the child in question creating excuses, forgiving their parents when they shouldn't and see them with a loving kindness because they are the kid's rolemodel in life. Which brings me to reason number 3, the way Marco got absolved of all the sins he has done. Sure, he repented... By becoming a literal angel. That's rewarding him for repenting, and that is something I see as fucked up. That's one of the reasons why I respect Joco as a character- he literally blinded himself, and turnt himself in to serve time in prison for everything that he had done, continuing to carry the stamp of his prison sentence with him on his records for the rest of his life. Joco chose to repent, with no rewards, only more drama, awaiting him. That takes a whole lot of courage. Meanwhile Marco on the other hand, went on to power up in an attempt to say sorry for everyone, whilst Jeanne paid the price for the sins the X-Laws had comitted with her life. The only thing I could possibly say about that is, "Screw you Marco. I don't care if you soul 'could have shattered' because did that happen? No. The only price you actually had to pay was becoming a boy all over again. Oh boo hoo." However, I do think the Shaman King series has a problem with accountability in the first place. Children who were essentially brainwashed or didn't knew any better were held fully accountable for their crimes and didn't blame any of the adults for teaching them these things and blame themselves instead. Whilst the adults had to pay little to no price for the shit they did. I do find that harmful and victim-blaming. Reason number 4, his obsession with Jeanne. I mean, that Jeanne watch that Reiheit tried to give Teruko because he didn't have an engagement ring implies the X-Laws have Jeanne-merch. They have their own 'X' chant, which is more used as a Jeanne fanchant in the series, then it is a thing of everyone (including Jeanne) does. The way Marco himself admits he probably would have shot Ren during his wedding with Jeanne had he been there. Having been around the K-POP scene since 2010, Marco very much reminds me of a toxic fangirl that's one step away from becoming a full blown sasaeng. Just that scene of Lyserg faking Jeanne with an oversoul, and Marco being like, "the chastity belt was incorrect, that's the most important part", is seriously creepy to me. I mean, he considers the most important detail of Jeanne's appearance her chastity belt?! For fuck's sake. I can definitely see that a Shaman King reader who doesn't knows much about idol culture and how Marco is clearly written as if he were a toxic idol fan, to be like, 'Wait, the chastity belt is the most important thing? Hold on, the X-Laws are Christian coded... Do they touch little kids?!' (considering the Church's massive cover up of child sexual abuse). That scene definitely reads capital ICKY either way. Being actually obsessed with a little girl's purity as a grown man is just disgusting. So... Overall I find Marco to be an abusive creep who got off too easy, and that is why I don't like him.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Hatchetfield anon here, and good to know it's fine to gush about them. (Had to Switch off from anonymous to send images :p)

The first one (and possibly less spoiler heavy) would probably be the diva, the queen bee-atch herself: Linda Monroe.

She's from Black Friday and she just scratches that part of my brain that's attracted to dommy rich ladies. She's important, her children are better than everyone else's, and though she thinks her husband is a sniveling fool, she appreciates his loyalty at least. She has a whole song about how she'll make everyone love her ("Adore Me". Quote: "You'll kneel before me, Kiss my toe"), and honestly? She's not wrong. Lot of people fell for the cult "exciting new little religion" that she started (me included. Lauren Lopez just eats her roles right the fuck up).

Then, of course, you have the cooky, reclusive, biology professor: Professor Hidgens.

Mad scientist mixed with theater kid vibes. Literally. He's as extra as you can imagine. And what I like best about him is that he's a "greater good" kind of villain. As soon as he realizes the alien hive mind that's turning the whole town into a musical (not the craziest part of this entire series, by far) could be humanity's last shot at world peace, he's all, "Okay. Yeah. Let's join the hive!", knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number" (quote: "it'll unify humanity, in a THUNDERING CHORUS! No exists from this Broadway venue~!"), which mixes in a except from the musical he wrote and was trying to get funding for called "Working Boys".

And finally, we have the most recent ones: Max Jagerman, and Grace Chastity.

Where do I start with Grace... She's a repressed Christian girl who thinks having no sexual thoughts until marriage is supposed to be the norm. Then she starts getting dirty thoughts, kills a man, gets her hands on a book full of rituals powered by eldritch beings and decides, "yeah. This is what I want to do with my life. Seducing pervy dudes and then, if they don't pass the vibe check, consume their soul in order to make me stronger..." One good day away from murder, really, as evidenced by her leading the songs "Bury the Bully" and "Dirty Dudes Must Die". Never really expected a character who has the canonical line "[after character A asks why character B would be in hell] -She's bisexual and dead, where else would she be?" to grow on me so strongly, and yet-

And finally we get to Max Jagerman. The unapologetically bastard of a jock with a God complex ("Don't need no one to tell me / High school will be my peak / So I'm willing to take advantage"). The way everyone paints him as this horrible monster in, well, "Literal Monster", and he doubles down on that when it becomes his turn to sing instead of the expected "I'm not *that* much of a monster, here's my redeeming qualities"... Even when his ghost is being sent to the shadow realm he reacts to it by literally saying "WORTH IT!". He's just hits all the right notes for me. The entirety of "Dirty Girl" was sung directly into my soul.

And i think that's about it for my rambling. Now I leave you with the knowledge that Grace and Max's most popular ship name (that I've seen) is "Holy Ghost/Spirit". Sorry for rambling and have a nice day!

THESE ALL SOUND SO GOOD! I definitely wanna watch these now, or at least just listen to the songs 😅😅😅

I don't even know where to start here! I cant even choose a favourite out of your descriptions!! Thank you so much!! Linda sounds completely like my type XD Oh- I have that same brain-part that makes you crave dommy rich ladies XD Especially if they're mean 😅 I'm happy to be a loyal spineless husband for a pretty woman with a sharp tongue XD Happy.

And Professor Hidgens looks promising too XD If you've been following my Callaghan meltdown you know I have a... Thing... for teachers ☠ And OH, just the way you've described him. 'knocking out his allies, opening up the doors of his doomsday bunker, and attracting the hive zombies with his own, recently composed song, "Show Stopping Number"'- Y E S. I'm all for this.

And- just- Grace and Max sound absolutely perfect XD She seems so gross and awful which I l o v e (When female villains get to be truly despicable and broken??? 👌👌👌), and him?? A villain being exactly (if not worse then) what everyone says??? Absolutely obsess-worthy.

[achilleanwizard]

I was tagged by @punkranger (Thank you!!! 😊) And I’m going to tag @gelvaan @sataari @mutantenfisch @deviant3lover @averagejermafan @demianwas and @aelyosos (Feel free to ignore this if you’ve already done it, or just don’t feel like filling it out for your OC(s)!! I’ve just noticed you guys talking about your ocs, and I’d love to hear more about them!)

BASICS

Full Name: Alexander Valente

Gender: Male?? Look, we’ve got more important things to worry about right now, okay?

Sexuality: Biromantic Bisexual

Pronouns: As of right now? Just he/him. He’s pretty comfy with she/her too though. It’s flattering that people think he might be a girl

OTHERS

Family: He never had anyone he considered family; Just very good friends. If asked about it, then he’d say something along the lines of “Do you think I would take the boost drug, with a notoriously very low survival rate, in order to get superhero powers if I had any family I wanted to talk about?”

Birthplace: ???, Nevada, USA

Job: A consultant. Who is he advising and what is he giving them advice about? Mind your business

Phobias: Spiders. Heights. Especially looking out of windows from a very tall height. Admitting he has feelings for a certain someone(s). Abandonment. Probably a whole bucketful more, but those are the main ones.

Guilty Pleasures: Sugar in all it’s various forms (even if he needs the energy to function/for his telepathy) Taking the time to read and appreciate art when not working. Painting his nails (but only when possessing the Puppet’s body) Taking time off work. Buying three entire floors of a luxury skyscraper to house his villain base/office, Renting the most luxurious top floor penthouse (That would make Mayor Osborn (from spider-man) weep tears of envy) he could afford for a home that he barely resides in, Pleasures of the flesh (it’s like a catholic priest up in here) Honestly, it would be easier to list things he isn’t guilty about. (Killing. He’s not guilty about those he’s killed, even if he should be.)

Hobbies: Playing piano. Scheming. Beating up Daniel behind a Wendy’s parking lot Training Daniel. Kissing Daniel too. Starting fights that he can’t possibly hope to win/finish

MORALS

Morality Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Sins: Desire / Despair / Envy / Fear / Hunger / Pride / Rage / Sloth (so almost all of them…)

Virtues: Charity / Chastity / Diligence / Humility / Justice / Kindness / Patience

THIS OR THAT

introvert/extrovert organized/disorganized close minded/open-minded calm/anxious disagreeable/agreeable cautious/reckless patient/impatient outspoken/reserved leader/follower empathetic/unempathic optimistic/pessimistic traditional/modern hard-working/lazy

RELATIONSHIPS

Otp: It’s cruel that you’re making me choose between Herald and Ortega. But gun to my head…. Chargestep. There’s nothing quite like old lost loves.

Ot3: I forget the ‘official’ name for it but, Herald/Sidestep/Ortega (Flychargestep? Chargeflystep?)

Acceptable Ships: Alexander flirts with everyone possible, so. Argentstep. Steelstep. Mortumstep? <- Is that the right name? Anyway, he’ll smooch just about anyone.

Brotp: I have to admit, I’ve been thinking about different Sidestep interactions from time to time. I think he’d be good buddies with some, and have a, uh, very *interesting* dynamic with others. Not naming any specific Sidesteps to 1. Avoid any favoritism and 2. Not humiliate myself even further. He’s annoying though, and he revels in that, so it might only be a good time for him. Oh, also Anathema and Sidestep. Best bros for life (or death)

Notp: Oh, this one’s tough. Shroud/Sidestep if that’s even a thing. It’s on sight for him with her. He don’t trust random Regenes like that. (Unless it’s a multiple Sidesteps AU) HG/Sidestep too cause… yeah. If you know you know. Icky. Blaze/Sidestep, because I like teasing my friends(?) (acquaintances?) 😉

[tuiyla]

i'm always torn on how many of quinn's issues are her mental health vs her religious guilt. or maybe they go hand in hand? I mean, arguably, her entire S1 arc has its foundations in her religion...from the value attached to her chastity, her not being on birth control, her fear of telling her parents, abortion not even being an option...a whole lot of things play out differently for Quinn if she isn't basically convinced she's gonna be "burned like a witch" no matter what she does. I mean, she's made literally homeless essentially because she displeased God, in the eyes of her father. Then I think it's interesting how a couple of her frankly most unsympathetic moments (Grilled Cheesus and On My Way) are directly tied to her extremely severe take on God and forgiveness.

(I also have thoughts about how we NEVER see her cross necklace again from the moment she's decided to have sex with Santana, js)

Ooh this is the good stuff, love me some Quinn thoughts.

I would say they go hand in hand but I find what you're saying fascinating. Maybe mental health is more pertinent post-Beth because I do believe she has a case of the post-partum. But the way in which religion is so integral to Quinn's and her struggles and especially in season 1 is morbidly fascinating. The irony of her being president of the Celibacy Club and all, and Quinn's family not only being religious but being so Extra WASP-y.

There's this implicit exaggerated shame on Quinn for the pregnancy because she's religious. Or, at least, her family is, and I gather she grows to have some complicated feelings. (FASCINATING that she's never seen with a cross again after The Incident, gotta love the costume department. Granted, she doesn't appear much after that but still. Talk to me about that some more.) Quinn would still be pregnant even without religion but the actual problem of her not being accepted and kicked out of home and I'd argue even that she becomes an outcast at school is the result of religion. And I think she continues practicing her faith out of denial, but that's just imo. Because she can't bear to examine and potentially lose that, too, even though if she thought about it so many of her issues are because of the way her family viewed religion. And all that repression couldn't have helped the depression, either. So yeah, hand in hand.

I do have to point out with the likes of Grilled Cheesus and On My Way, some of my least fav Quinn moments, that she was essentially used as mouthpiece for views the writers wanted to represent and out of the two main Christian chs, she was the more opinionated and judgy. So I just like to keep that in mind while trying to take a Watsonian look. But I think the in-universe reasoning of, like you say, her severe views on "matters of the Bible" is valid. And I would explain that by what I've mentioned, that she refuses to scrutinize this harsh binary black and white of religion and her own relationship with it for a long while. A) because it's solace and one of the only kinds she has and b) because critically examining everything she believes about religion would lead her down the road of really considering just how fucked up her family was and is. Particularly re: pregnancy but beyond that, too. Because there's a reason she knew she'd be burned at the stake and why she had that Christian girl image in the first place, and it ain't inherent. So while I don't fully embrace these two eps and moments as part of my Quinn canon, I do think it makes sense in the context of her rationalizing things. The Bible must be right and correct because if it isn't and if maybe we shouldn't be so harsh, then what had happened to her was just another layer of fucked up. And it was. But how can a teenager even begin to process that? (Cue repression and depression.)

Religion is a fascinating layer of Quinn's ch that, like all aspects, wasn't explored properly but that's why we love to talk about it. Talk religious guilt Quinn to me, Anon 😌 AND that's not to even mention that Glee basically never ever touches on Quinn's feelings on and attitude towards any sort of queer sexuality. Not explicitly. Which becomes suspicious when you're a queer Quinn truther like this blog is. That's just a whole other rabbit hole of rationalizing and guilt and trying to negotiate her upbringing with what she actually feels and thinks and knows. Even if we don't consider her to be queer (lies), her two best friends are in love and married, and she doesn't say a word against homosexuality even in the cringe epic fail God Squad scene in Heart. She's all for it, very unlike her attitudes in Grilled Cheesus and On My Way.

[libidomechanica]

“Flame of the day before their by rich gems,”

A sonnet sequence

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That in she knew it was grant as there, and, joined slackly, we behold is most resembled. And thing undismay’d, within that you; there pry upon the rest were Peters; but in times seldom save to roost A magic sails the shows me man, scarlet bright-beaming smile over-silver body’s book, so to his vows above, much less chastity, having bowls. Flame of the day before their by rich gems, with the Spring cruel, my body how I plotted infamy! Cannot tell; yet ne’er found some strapped with avarice. Of her for bodily comes slowly rolled torchlight shaded with instruck me, madman, off!

               2

The Dark away, I must half the whisper’d, fly! Breaking Earth forward violet by a poor old brow, and countenance beacons. You wert dead, and all to makes her loathsome can reached the learned by the breach. To see, all find, tossed, they rejoice or moulder’d walls, and haste; which is wide for amorous rites of other set the who might to show of admired, he realm in greenwood-shade her and gone foremost resembled. In my dream and maiden’s truth. She should have reaches soon sign posts in the morning voice the swains, receives fatigue. But their strength prevail’d, by saint he stood where your leaves have been rent as the blood.

               3

At least experience, the lay in language rather ankles. ’ Care, or some minx tripped his former ties, which she was at least before a slave thy cheek and moved in the generous, delightful land reposed; where briskly fires the Tongue does deny, ah, what Loues oene behest, with that moon too bright. For each other silver altar-foot, fresh in all the crushed and shred the sun in a grove he loss with that thou art too poor girl, her own protections as e’er would nor would vouchsafe so many, died ere he was mere Sense a Miracle she transactions three street—why, soul and smote on a boon of your torchlight, but which I escape writhed her lukewarm place me wished high. It died the water. With sails, pilots of power, their last scattered side, that Angers incorrect yes. Much like fire, but of thee, my dear, my Philly! Was now the osier- isle we may; drink of hands and self and grape bunch he despairing!

               4

Thinking her eye; but the mountain go, up to the sun upon the lady sprang up the black and all think about to time. More life began, through another’s eyes so few; but left along the grave was he were dying, and, crying throw troop they say in his brain so they went. As gallantly did say,—who was his snaky rod did charms have comes back, O liberate, thought religious chattered the cause a little verse, which close throat. Thus, having tresses bounds: you don’t you mine. The human swains, like throne: see now, who knelt at the invisible and blood; if not for yellow sand, sends forth dark night; and you’d find abundantly dew from good watchful Hero would have allured by love unfit, the dead heard my darlings of Dove, and keep through sometimes I’d rather splendidly null, dead reckoning. And, snugging to it, your praise they betrayed are ever a passion of thy Court of kill’d thought of Love, blue.

               5

Base in ruin’d pride. Bed and there, in truth needs no power to use the silently, like a rolling in the charme the watch their banner. There was a string? When thine armes, his laterally, so was hid. But, mind you thumbed, the chamber mat in his nam’d, needed a muskets at they have been said, I have hearts; and moist cold breast a thunder whom herself in golden noon; and Grisi yet lives this mortal rage; and studious hold him was please, impressing! A poet eke, as law required. Both coming of a crowd of which love is not set down the first suspect he was mere lust of the world drops dead espy?

               6

Her Star was lit too great lords in Jesu’s side her vows, we knows I don’t; for, e’en to the gathering voice of heavy fire, and teach, that of a calf in Neptune’s might be better than the dying field that fair and gaping wind then said—His danger, and its wreaths: how she left so dear, that alone? Be the heart breath that Sage the bright dye: but from the mobile no night, so place rest. Above our lowd desideratum! In the mountain, the swan sail the shut my eyes than all the world of the hue, both with desire, if it hard licks us. When I venture! To watch I want me, the foeman out.

               7

Wandering vests, but then if she fled, and rising main lifted her temple, which hath my hand! Since arms to be! Committing to be press he passively heat, gallantly approach, leaning, were invade that was almost every friends in springs. And over, while the touch those but took up the nigh. Saying of pity on my body like effect: the tells me of thy numerous hate. Marks of the furrows passe, they are banquet royal bird, wherewith show of admiration, for his secret soul, and with too gross the best! Ah for men may know what water was half their bacon. For thought himself another in her baby on that day comes, who went and like Ormisda called who saw it for he was on the lamp will Yes. Or, live sinn’d! To view, behold! Home to find the winna ease the tallest on the rude chaos thus; mine I knew, and wide at every years, and to hear than woman, off!

               8

To seize the sky, do love: a violence he would not them proper to me; what would put in that! First impress most dear except to love I hold up the moon colors, light shone like a rolling at the lang, yellow swift motionless, icily regular, splendid smile he prey their haram education of thy name is inside of the native shore, so deeply she replied: The rites are her thought socket pile or snow; for thy hearts; and with Martha Ray gave with sparkles dim in a corner. Growing loose deities of youthful hermitess, beauty’s brow, and forgave the cup runs over here?

               9

Yet oft, and extinguish, and clay, you do lie, till she, alas, poor soul belief from harmony through primrose tufts, in among than his name. Mist and girls, with venom fraught, over though not so bothers of the living did she, poor those gossamer embassy of lesson against her, being sun, the hours creeping on his arms, seems to be missing, for warm of fierce Pasimond had lost along through anger, free from the sacrilege again, shall live—such virtue, and every fair gem, sweet soul, and I go. You that of darkness forth and of wretched each other nothing shut, till went Mercury.

               10

And that you look back again. Stole alone, our great philosopher was a maiden most mad and dare not wear a garland fling intellect some remembers should be gone, and be safe; your hair she the tale: great as a father knew: and while in the sight, my love, and take thy courts is overflowing hazel eyes—saying and yet my Stella I despite, in secret soul, and straight to your sought. To his daughter home with and bellies: nor any bed to the death-note to please, somehow, that would have powers; my motionless, broken by thee, dividing in the Cyprian should but while in your leaves.

               11

But to their own from you have hardships unrighted that you still live so ease our eye’s due is amo, I love be fair. I dreams, and shred the generate love-knot into rhyme, a verb and noun, on the name is wide sleeves great experiment. With delays devils of glory, his patient toil all forward the jewelled his dreams, and thrust him up and purge the command the ball-fields the table, tables and coy, care and to determine what the infant thou art staring attend.—Perish that is true; form’d like what catch me at, in rain, the drowsy sacred ring ilka bud which long; all that of me.

               12

By the woods may served, than he do? The lived a Cyprians for the fault? War cuts up not only carriage feels, and with increase, and curse to syringe-feed the not be scarce can see that I should help each wild flowery angels were, riding—riding—riding—the hair with lovely lady died! You serve to tak me frae my militia swarms; the fatal knife: it kill a new-born flowers I not reason’s hanging heart into each humblest Scholar poor; gross material sound, i, in the breath! Silent night’s fall silent when my poor woman that Martha! And said she doth excel: for wits by quoting.

               13

Excitement on what he movement, full of pleasure. Ride—dear lady’s shrouded inward went, impressed was, till I’ll protected from within the stood read not sound. To slake his hand. Because they reach, death for the promise. Is the friends did she think I made you up inside you wert dead, and sparkles new Vauban: but love me, and cast upon they locust and de Vaux of Tryermaine! A squalid savages, thoughts of the orchard possesseth all the Baron rose, and you have I? And now have won the fair. Alas, what a joy tis given. It is things—for fears; for you say. Saturn addressed, when leaves were throat.

               14

Where them, like a short essaying to some minutes afterwards, in the catechism in the town’s fancy is in this brutal folly, the best step beyond most beauty had tied me upon the others to escape, began to seize the stars peep through all heaven fet, would but to darkness is too late another quivered, Grief. Baby lips and in the oak but mine own shadows of every star, and everywhere thoughts made answered, No. And thou know’st, my light. That, mermaid- like, when his burning field, eager-hearted fan of picture far as human swains, and more moderns equals he spouse away.

               15

All proper men of a noble kindest Calmucks, drilling bride. Not more free as certain court: right dropping oars employ: the night, in celebration with no name, and sighed to displease themselves so innocent and closing fair, so innocent, dozes through somewhat if she can! All that must allow’d, when leave the beams, injoying of a desire was prayeth she straight cut to him, who died yesterday stung by reflections bound his own. Names great felt only to the native now like chastity she stars were be fair; misshapen stood upright, and frightened the poet eke, as you say she doth impart.

               16

If they seek, breaking of vowed with all order festers, but remembering crowd of whom we can restore there.—Sweet beautiful and when ply then if he were he course to say, is like vomit. Chastity, immortal fingers, all the rival’s heart and take the other for these threatens Scotland’s beauty lack, slandering leave, and I the javelin suck’d away th’ earth which is lodging wherewith banishing load is one the moon-struck for men they still the highly disdain; he wandering, pale, murmured dawn with the darkest shadows like all is whisper’d from him whispering her bereft. Like a river, while Geraldine, she’s down that flashes of old, the front in the missed me whom the Gate! In twining put to be most beauty was opposed with languid fool, whom to the moonlight be stilled with light, drawn from God you have wronged the yearned pull him from its loftier stone who on the huge mother! Ah!

               17

But the several parts which lay nigh extreme distress of pains in her lovers, child there the Prior’s speech, or many wantonly, his son and close beside itself and growing cheek Hero the dark in this Canto, ere my part. His victors to boys and air this kind: and the change; and straiten’d springs and yet thee steadily assayed the shade answer’d; fool; who thinking a youth to concluded that through Sestos from the soil win of a stone half her Ford, one in the bugle-horn. I’m o’er your blacktailed crossing so debonair, and look of dull night—or a soul to seize, and did beats down toward your shadow and, with myself, that darkness in the batteries on a boroughfare. ’ Ambrose, however habit sears men’s impressed she might be for fear such she yielded but to ire. While amid them the bright. Into Bagdad came, above the sun, who knew not help each stroke of all the Corner-house!

               18

But finde no answer to me; what is mind, and ever people, like a globe we sweetly did despair. The lady fell, and discloses us to retain the good will see it ruinous attack: but in fame, we must wed the chair smells, if not less unworthy to life, but being sense, in peace in the mone of themselves. Names upon me with lullaby you: zooks, who within shepherds’ cells. Which only is deep enraged, his tressed she might hour, they mourn, becoming always man, you’ll find there’s a fine styles, changes itself, mum’s the child of the ground, and taxes Paradise; and I linger as I know, full of bliss or bale—her fair a church at midsummer’s sun hath rescue now, at thy prove, love, and glory street. That month thee by moonlight, and what’s allow. Out of this is gone before than the foole, thou my lips, exceeding heat perpetual, growing love is a man, you’ll not worth.

               19

Therefore, as he thorn is born against the wishes ilk darksome sharply, and may not show us what with you just as you’d say of lesson missed his she may suffer what a truce, begin we wish to see and gowan lurk, lowly, slowly, slowly to all the foul breath, what is in a world’s down her eyes, was upward the central create you are deceived there willing,—for deeming notes of the counted upon he badge is black room turns to flattered her sent; in the waves marriage. Excuse they who yield, eager-hearted, that, yielding wind was nature is our talk. The flock’s connection by the pillow.

               20

And my ears, and adorning’s incensed away, and for so soft as pudding eyes spread of such as span had march! And turned the rushes, books, not of a desperate: he place. Seeing in days like a scythe touched, with the rape is me! Look how to smile and prodded tomb, and here was dawn, that can ail that she looks at you would not be scorn it glistered with stifled breath the red chastity she to Rhodes in slumber in hell. To your loved. For, on they shall dreams too depends; so do our her, kind of the reaped; beauty of palisades upright, in dying fire. Lean penury with his fair, no better spent.

               21

And no rose-bud in your mistr … manners talk of escalade, bombs, drums, guns, battering possess’d, we next, because the Prior and for that relations full in virtue and shells and retossed about this three week, and Time she rather at they shall cars, to knows I don’t want nothing I feele their forefront to protest, death set, a stately builded to blow the third glass, beauteous blessedness she stars did showers, and there. While two are ye who could one endeavourite, venture, gladdening and guard, drawn after the purple pride of the Spring dragons draw her from being divine, by my son!

               22

Well, all in her earth for the wholsome jellies were embark’d, the baby look’d upon breath an amphitheatre, each other joys, her as a little—odd—old man, instead they resolved the memories with undaunted nice. Since she doth my mouths of muskets at the morn to serve more me, a maiden at his foes embraced her ankles, when you are damnably mistaken; few are steaks, onion rings and thrust from their due reward. Jar impact collapse flash the more of the grieved my minde; profess in the hollow voice to a shrewish that seems to be sing for the garden and sky, then howl your leave!

               23

And oft a rodde dearly white the scope and retossed to pulp. And with lullaby thy will turn their hospitality of such Jugling Heaven’s wife: and her cheek Hero shine, when I clung to woe. Whether by degrees, first suspected to thee. She letter to the bars together. I’m growing, hidden inflict or ward, was for your modern batteries were immortal generate mind as though soon taught me. No sonar with poetic arm all then, youth; but, for, throws are nor stack of colour and was ironed wildly on Sir Leoline tall, his great felt before they? Your very heart again!

               24

’Ve marriage feel for the Mansion. And Fortunes, and the littered service with stupidly admire, and we in one looked so doleful tale with ropes of want too. Her brain to the moonly and moonlight wash away the world’s no one knows, but Iphigenia was, straight, and stole alone. See blossom’d bowers, and lantern—for they made that I remember then no long all her from thee cannot take, and took at the sky and more loved, and bishoped to an assault. In forget more free her lukewarm place with this the crew with too great wantonly, his tuning for the palm of her heaved him went, for moe.

               25

It is a new-born babe—in that March with instruction by the baying to swim and, beat her so about this; give me again— night. Between these? Your fur into her death. Not be scars renewed, the front, of colour and like a Jugler comeliness. That month lies sleep, the hand she went, while amid them both; but the streets and more the bestows, to meet heart, is of a crowd of wretch force subject was they take on sweet, but fan the mind as those on when, issuing on the foe. And saw a brides. My words the suddenly, took his wretched love and happy I dare to have love me. Sky. These lovers know.

               26

All good fortune follow’d? A blighten thought I saw this time hath flown, and this engines and said you will comes fainted a Saint a single sorrow is beat—what to love that take Ismail, and thus, o pious priesthood manners, and tempt the Piazza of her own are all that there, so innocence, and bound another’s soul ill some slight be. Secure they shouting, not hear that blighted the road that evil hour this merits slight so hear his supremest kiss they resolved he laid the reckless of despite, and her booty sought; your Pasimond betrayed, the deeper cloak! To through Halegarth Wood, and to be powder should be lovers closet never be personality of the devised your eye’s tail up as I have such better thou eternal heaven with me; he’s a hole, thoughts of the ascent of wo painted beauty no pencil, beauteous empression do we rescued the burns dead espy?

               27

And near it concealed betray their bacon. She was o’er there’s Giotto, with the world’s down? To dally with hope so—though the valley, by mistaken, why waxed Sir Leoline. Less never turned. Where is at the ware of homicide, but religious chattered the shall slumber, a superior sense first who bounteously he has known, and all the present—as even them in two his rapier hilt a-twinkle in abeyance, Julia. This touched; and those. Arms have reaches sooner blow, to see and neck. The old trees and that I am only giving first is behind her; but all along thee.

               28

Chloris is to the traveling infamy! —I’m o’er a seal the air to move unacquainted place, interposing no excused the window; which tenacious of her altar, towing! Are ever the sky ascend to the frosty silent nigh it, like or leaves whose voice and inner thus in a pellet of a crow that gave you up the hand, a long from his a Wine that breathlessly seized me upon a rage: we get our merits slight of praise to feel thankfulness of Time; where you up inside my head. Though not summer shames at the snowy skin, this spread of such a guide, let Heaven to gazette.

               29

Who was he his love divine what vision in my meaning worse that she might half the Spring crown, a judge of slaughter, had given though young Apollo’s golden earth and she trailer from her to be one I look up the head shallowed you that she kneels beneath her breast; in sequent that you drill the saints doth plead they parts with love’s will, thy daughter, tempts and its tusk be unimpede the rest. The dearly held. Or to burn a token of weapon in the midst, Madonna and turned round to joy the day by day, prepared the garden ground, i, in the midnight came I danced and for there wild-flower!

[wickedtouch]

My Kinks

For the Uninitiated

Kinks are strong sexual interests that are generally considered to be abnormal. Due to the relative rareness of each kink, they are often misunderstood by the greater public, leading many with the kinks to keep them as closely guarded secrets (often even withholding their deviant desires from their long-time lovers). Some of the more commonly recognized kinks are foot fetishism and BDSM. This page lists the kinks that I have personal experience with, or interest in.

The Kinks

Many of these are interrelated or overlapping in concept. There's a clear theme of helplessness and torment among my kinks. Those who are not as familiar with the world of kink might think that I must be a dangerous or abusive person, but I am really quite loving, considerate, and kind. I make an extra effort to ensure a partner is comfortable and willing to engage in an activity.

Tickling

That's right, tickling. Upon hearing that someone is into tickling, most people's initial reaction is "Oh, ha-ha! Very funny," until they realize it's not a joke, at which point the look of shock and horror appears on their faces (which admittedly turns me on). So what is it about tickling that I like? Prepare yourself--I like to tie a girl down and tickle torture her! I love to watch her laugh, struggle, squirm, and beg. I love that look of pleading anticipation in her eyes as I move my menacing fingers closer and closer. I like to tickle all over a girl's body. The more ticklish she is, the better.

Now, you might be thinking, "how cruel! How would you like it if she tickled you like that?" Well, I would like it a lot, actually! It does make me nervous, and I need to trust the girl, but I love being tickled almost as much as I like to tickle. Women typically have longer fingernails though, which feels like an unfair advantage!

Bondage

You know, being tied up. It's a little more sophisticated than that though. Bondage is just as much of an art to me as it is a sexual practice. There are countless ways to tie someone up, and different tools and complementary accessories to incorporate. There's rope, chains, stocks, racks, cuffs, straps, collars, bars, blindfolds, gags, and more! I like being bound as well as binding others. The greatest appeal to bondage is the freedom it gives you to do things to your partner--Things that they would otherwise reflexively try to stop you from doing. Too ticklish? Too bad. Are my hands too cold? Too bad. As always, there is the element of consent, but sometimes even when your mind consents, your body doesn't get the memo.

Orgasm Denial

At first thought, this probably sounds horrible (and it can be), but there are many different practices related to the term, and different people use it differently. Some like to go extended time without orgasm at the instruction of their dominant partner. Sometimes, to ensure there is no cheating, a lockable chastity device will be used. While chastity can be a hardcore dedicated kink of its own, only short term chastity for about a week or two at a time is appealing to me. For me, orgasm denial is much more focused on a teasing element. Being reminded of the unscratchable itch, and occasionally being stimulated to make that itch worse, is a mind-bending experience.

Edging / Tease & Denial

It sounds a little innocent, but this can be devastatingly frustrating (in a fun way). I'm convinced that a girl could make a guy confess to a murder he didn't commit using this. The idea is that the guy is bound so he can't escape. Then the girl stimulates him to the edge of orgasm, but doesn't let him have it. Keeping him as close to the edge as possible. The body tries to compensate by increasing its sensitivity, but that just makes it more frustrating. It can be difficult for someone to get used to administering this without triggering an orgasm, but if done right, it is mind numbing torture. Minutes feel like hours. Your body goes through swings of extreme desperation and animalistic behavior. In this state, I have spoken in tongues, screamed at the top of my lungs for mercy, tried to bite my partner, and cried like a little girl. Following up an orgasm denial session with some edging tied to a bed is wicked torture.

Post-orgasm Torture

This refers to continued stimulation of the genitals after orgasm. Typically performed on men. I have a serious love-hate relationship with this one. This is another one where, if the girl is feeling evil, she can easily make you cry. After orgasm, the body becomes hypersensitive. In fact, people become unbearably ticklish after orgasm. While I love to be tickled severely, this is a level of ticklishness that I still can't bring myself to try. That's how sensitive the body gets. The areas that are normally most sensitive are affected even more so (e.g. the penis). If a woman keeps stimulating the penis after orgasm, it will be Hell for the guy.

So what does it feel like? Well, it's a very intense sensation that feels like a cross between a tickle and pain. Its so overwhelming that I feel the penis stimulation directly inside my brain, almost as if a feather were stroking the tender tissue of the brain itself. Warning to all guys out there: If you are going to have a girl do this to you, make sure you trust her (and that you haven't done anything to make her angry)!

Foot Fetish

I think most people are familiar with this one. Mine is not as extreme as for many other men, but I definitely have an affinity for women's feet. I personally prefer smaller feet (around size 6 or 7 US) with well-defined arches and pudgy medium-length toes. I like to tickle them, suck on them, and massage them. I know that feet completely disgust some people; I am definitely not one of those!

Pain

This is not an extreme kink for me, but I do like it. I'd say it's a bit of a seasonal kink--It comes and goes. I have an unreasonably high pain tolerance, over most of my body, and like whipping, caning, spanking, pinching, scratching, biting, poking, and stretching. I also like to do these to a woman, but am usually a little reluctant due to being over cautious.

Bastinado/Falaka

In case you are unaware, these are terms that refer to the striking/whipping/caning of the feet (typically the soles). The feet are extremely sensitive, and so a great deal of pain can be inflicted with little effort and with no permanent damage (when done correctly!). Bondage makes this a much more intense experience. For the infliction of pain on the soles of the feet, I am especially fond of using rubber bands.

Temperature

Ice and heat. Great for torturing your partner. Obviously, care needs to be taken to ensure that temperature and exposure is such that burns and frostbite do not occur, but otherwise, temperature variations make for a fun sexual experience. Want to try it out? Tie your partner up and zap their naked torso with chilled water using a squirt gun. Soak your hands in ice water until you can't take it, then play with their breasts or genitals. Drip hot candle wax across their body (SAFETY NOTE: The type of wax is important!). Run ice cubes along their naked body and listen to their gasps and squeals!

Water

This one is a little more abstract than the others. Water has always added an extra spice to sexuality for me. When it rains, I get relaxed and often think about sex. Who doesn't think about hotties when they think of the beach or a swimming pool? There is a clean, fresh, beautiful element to it. Who doesn't love wet t-shirt contests? A woman taking a shower? Sexy! A woman taking a shower under a waterfall? Very sexy! A woman inviting you to join her under that waterfall? The sexiest!

Cartoons / Animations

Not a very big thing for me, but I do like it. Cartoons and anime allow the imagination to get some healthy exercise. Cartoons bring to life fantasies that could otherwise never be explored. Like abstract tentacle porn? Need space aliens? Prefer women with three breasts? There's an artist for you!

Other Kinks

These kinks do not reflect my personal desires, but are interesting to me from a psychological/conceptual standpoint.

Furry

A furry is someone who has an affinity for animal, or animal-like characters. Often, this involves dressing up like a character and/or taking on an Internet persona of a character. Furry activities and interests do not have to be sexual, but definitely can be. Furries are fascinating to me, though I'm not really sure why. I am not a furry myself. I wouldn't mind if a girl wanted to wear cat ears or claws or something like that, but that's about as far as I'd personally go. Broadly speaking, the furry community seems to be pretty cool.

Tentacles

A growing number of people have a thing for tentacles. Not to necessarily be confused with octopods or squid. Usually it manifests as a sexual desire to be stimulated by obscure tentacles disassociated with any actual creature. Tentacles are very alien-like to us humans. They seem to have a mind of their own and don't easily communicate their intentions except by doing. Their shape and structure seem to us only to be their to "get us." It's no wonder that people have projected this to their fantasies. It also could play on internalized guilt for some people. After all, they didn't do it...The tentacles held them down and violated them in the most devilish ways. I don't really identify as someone who is into this, except maybe in the scope of tickling. I guess I do somewhat like the idea of a girl being violated by tentacles. It's just not something I'm driven to think about.

Voyeurism

Essentially spying on people doing naughty things. Sure, I like to watch girls in their sexy summer clothes walk around at the park. Admittedly, I even wouldn't mind if the sexy neighbor chick accidently left her blinds open when changing. That being said, it's just not something that dominates my thoughts in a way that I would call it one of my kinks.

[lewdladylily]

Do you still rate kinks/characters? If so: Cursed Loot

So this is like two weeks after you sent this, but yes and thank you for the ask! And I would still answer more asks like this if people are interested, they are fun :). Just understand that I answer based on how well I am feeling, so sometimes it can be a while before I am able to respond to the ask.

No | rather not | I dunno | I guess | Sure | Yes | FUCK yes | Oh god you don’t even know

Cursed loot does so many things for me. You've got a sort of long term bondage, being unable to remove the cursed items, you have humiliation as the person is forced to seek help to remove the gear, the concept lends itself extremely well to fun stories and a wide variety of stories.

The idea is strongly tied to the secondary idea of a "punishment game" scenario, where the character has to do some task, and if they fail they get punished in sexy ways - in this case, a lack of caution or skill gets them caught and trapped with sexy cursed gear. The tension of these punishment game scenarios is sexy to me in the same way that a predicament bondage scene is. The degree of control the victim has over their suffering makes it so much hotter when they fail. The futile struggle is sexy as hell, as well as the fall at the end.

There's are all sorts of things you can do with cursed loot, and that is before you even start to consider what the items themselves do, and it supports almost anything in terms of other kinks. My favorites are bondage, fetish style clothing, sexual stimulation without release, enforced chastity (preferably with some way built in to continue to molest them, the best is when *they* don't get a choice), and mind control.

And it is also just a really fun concept. Fun, interesting, and sexy all in one!

My banner image for this blog is an OC of mine, Lucie (drawn by my wife!). She was originally from a pathfinder campaign with some of my friends, but after that campaign ended I repurposed her as a lewd RP character with the idea that she retired from active adventuring and used her fortune to open up a shop. Specifically, she collects cursed gear and repurposes it as magical bdsm gear, reselling it to the rich and horny (along with other things they might want related to sex). Basically, she runs a magic sex shop. I've been thinking about writing some stories of her testing out some of her gear on an unfortunate slave girl, or maybe extorting sex out of a poor adventurer asking for help removing a cursed chastity belt or something. (Lucie is not a nice person, it was an evil character campaign.)

Also, Raven and I actually recently started working on an RP/game based around a dungeon core story (if you don't know what that is, its a story about dungeon diving with the focus on one dungeon that evolves and grows) with the major focuses of maids, enslavement, bondage, and cursed loot. Game in that we use some dice and rules to help guide us as we write.

Thank you again for the ask!

Zelda by WossaRem - Love Zelda's panic face in this lol. Also, very creative design in how it incorporates the design of the BOTW. I really like how the boots are made to look kinda like bunny feet with toes instead of just a boot. The listed debuffs are fun too.

I'm pretty sure there is an entire subreddit dedicated to this stuff. Or at least there was, who knows now with reddit imploding.

[navegandoaciegas]

Maneater Writing Challenge

(gif not mine, found of Pinterest)

Hello everyone! I hope you’re doing great!!

In honor of the upcoming Hot Girls Summer, and of me hitting 2.6k followers here on Tumblr, I wanted to host a smut writing challenge with the topic of “Maneaters”, aka fem doms.

FemDom is a large term that includes many different kind of dominant women. It originates in the BDSM community and it indicates activities and relationships where the female partner is in charge. There’s different type of femdoms, for example the gentle kind that combines sexual dominance with nurturing elements (example: mommy kink), or the more widely known dominatrix kind that enjoys dominating in a cruel, strict way.

Fem!Dom readers x Sub!Male character is a pretty rare trope in the Marvel fandom, but I hope that by hosting this challenge I will inspire more people to write this type of content.

Let’s go over the boring rules before we can get to the fun stuff:

You can write for any characters played by Sebastian Stan (ex. Bucky Barnes, Lee Bodecker...) or Chris Evans (Steve Rogers, Andy Barber). Any other Marvel character, like Sam Wilson, is also fine.

The story must be a reader insert (character x reader). So no OC’s and no character x character. Poly and multiple characters x reader is fine to me.

The closing date is September 9th, my birthday! No pressure if you can’t get it done by then.

You must be 18+ to participate.

No word limit, but please use ‘read more’ if your story is longer than 250 characters.

Due to the nature of the challenge, all stories must include smut. You can make it nsfw of any kind, as any genre is welcome: fluff, angst, dark (dub-con, non-con), hurt/comfort.

Any AU, trope and kink is welcome except: scat, snuff, gore, underage, bestiality.

Send me an ask or a dm with the prompts you’ve chosen. Choose at least one. You can pick as many as you want from all categories. No limits of # people per prompt.

I’m going to reblog and comment each story I get, and I will eventually create a masterlist with all the submissions I get.

If you have any doubts, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

I picked over 50 prompts in total, so I hope you’ll find at least one that will inspire your creativity.

The prompts are listed below the cut.

Lyrics (You can use the whole song or the lyrics I selected as inspo):

Maneater by Nelly Furtado: I wanna see you all on your knees, knees, you either wanna be with me or be me. Maneater, make you work hard, make you spend hard, make you want all of her love.

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds: Candy bear, sweetie pie, wanna be adored, I'm the girl you'd die for. I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out, 'cause that's what young love is all about. So pull me closer and kiss me hard, I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.

How to be a Heartbreaker by Marina and the Diamonds: Rule number one, is that you gotta have fun, but baby when you're done, you gotta be the first to run. Rule number two, just don't get attached to somebody you could lose.

CryBaby by Megan Thee Stallion: Uh, his friends and his dad hate me (yeah), I broke his lil' heart, he a crybaby

Heart of Glass by Blondie: Once I had a love and it was divine, soon found out I was losing my mind. It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind. Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind.

Daisy by Ashnikko: Make your man call me daddy, he talk too much, he's too chatty.

Get on your knees by Nicki Minaj: You gotta beg for it, beg for it, I wanna see you lookin' up. Baby I'ma need you to beg, beg beg for it. Get on your knees, get on your knees, get on your knees.

Poker Face by Lady Gaga: Russian roulette is not the same without a gun. And baby, when it's love, if it's not rough, it isn't fun.

Prompts

Mommy kink

Dacryphila

Gagged and Bound

Anal Plugs

Chastity belts

Humiliation

Degradation

Omorashi

Body Worship

Loss of Virginity (Virgin Character)

Innocence Kink

Corruption Kink

Men wearing panties and stockings

Faceriding

Cuckolding

Revenge/Makeup sex

House Husband kink

Mistress kink

Pegging

Lactation/Breastfeeding kink

Breeding kink

“How quick can you make me cum?”

“I’m not touching you unless you beg me to.”

“Bad boys don’t get to cum.”

“Take it.”

“Please, mommy.”

“You look so pretty on your knees.”

“I like men better when they shut the fuck up.”

“Did that hurt? (...) Good, because it was meant to.”

“Keep making those noises for me, baby.”

“You’re not coming unless I say so.”

“You’re in so much trouble, baby boy.”

“Should've thought about it before you decided to piss me off.”

“Jealousy looks great on you.”

“I’ll be so good to you.”

“I’m yours, all yours.”

“Please, gimme more.”

“So fucking tight.”

“You’re such a pathetic little slut.”

“Look at you, drooling all over yourself.”

Situations (You don’t have to use these, but I thought I could give you some extra inspiration):

Jealous reader shows character who he belongs to;

Reader pegs the ‘_’ (insert whatever annoying behavior you want) out of the character;

Reader cucks disobedient character;

Character surprises the reader with a maid costume;

Reader makes character wear a sex toy (anal plug, vibrating panties, chastity belt) in a public setting;

Seemingly innocent and sweet reader surprises character with a kinky side;

Seemingly kinky and experienced character reveals a soft, innocent interior;

Reader gets revenge on her cheating partner;

Reader verbally humiliates the character;

Character accidentally call the reader “mommy” in the middle of sex;

Yandere!Reader is obsessed with character;

Yandere!Reader thinks that the character is cheating on her with another woman.

Tagging some writers who may be interested. Please don’t feel pressured to join.

@buckycuddlebuddy @msmarvelwrites @sweeterthanthis @whateveriwant @imanuglywombat @nsfwsebbie @jtargaryen18 @jobean12-blog @world-of-aus @river-soul @buckyownsmylife @burnthematches @sherrybaby14 @sinner-as-saint @kleohoneyao3 @literate-lamb @candy-and-writing @cap-n-stuff @docharleythegeekqueen @darkficsyouneveraskedfor @honeyloverogers @honeygingergemini @fafulous @foxgloveprincess @giorno-plays-piano @gotnofucks @gogolucky13 @cherienymphe @mcudarklibrary @emilykjh @overr-written @teamcap4bucky @threeminutesoflife @iraot @sebbysbaby @propertyofpoeandbucky @hailmary-yramliah @cryptidcasanova @asadmarveltrashbag @angrythingstarlight

[katierosedreams2]

I want my bf to be my gay bff gf 1

I sat there in my sexy shiny little black dress and tall silver stripper heels. My make-up done to perfection and my hair up in a cute but simple ponytail. My long red nails nervously fumbling with my phone as I waited for my girlfriend's gay best friend, Ryan, to show up and take us to the club. I was shocked, confused, embarrassed, nervous, and a little excited about the situation I had found myself in. I tried to think back as to how I had got here. My girlfriend Amanda is so incredibly beautiful, fashionable, and sexy. She is also constantly making bets. 

She had made one with me three weeks ago. Who ever won would have to go without an orgasm for a whole month. Well, I lost the bet. It was totally unfair anyway! It was who could get another person's number the fastest. She had a number before I could even talk to another girl!  She thought I would cheat at my punishment, and there was only one thing in her mind that she could make sure I didn’t. So now I’ve been locked in a small metal chastity for three weeks! 

It’s killing me! It’s so small, but Amanda said that she did her research and that it’s actually more comfortable if it’s as small as you can possibly fit into. Apparently, if you give it any room to grow at all, it makes it extremely painful. I know I wasn’t the biggest guy to start with, about three inches on a good day, but this thing is like an inch long. I defiantly don’t have any room to grow! And it completely covers my dick, it hasn’t touched anything other than the inside of that cage for three weeks!

I asked if this was going to cause any problems, like shrinkage. Amanda swears that it won’t. But after 3 weeks straight, if I get horny, it doesn’t even put pressure on the cage any more. Yesterday I swear I could feel some extra space opening up! Amanda thinks I’m just being silly!  

And don’t get me started on her either! She's always dressed trendy and attractively, but I swear ever since this started she’s been wearing nothing but sexy, slutty outfits, or lingerie all the time! I think she’s been more dressed up in the last three weeks than she has over the year we've been together! She’s constantly teasing me, giving me lap dances and grinding up on me, or constantly bending over, anything to try and turn me on. She makes me go down on her and make her cum every night. She’s loving this, she loves that it’s killing me!

It’s really been messing with my mind. I find myself doing whatever she asks of me more and more, without question. The frustration and horniness are somehow making me more submissive, and Amanda is taking advantage of it.

She’s been making me do all of the housework, cook her meals, rub her feet, bring her whatever she wants, and pleaser her when ever she wants. I even let her practice makeup on me and style my long hair in girly ways. She makes me even dress in her panties and heels as she does those things. She demanded I shave off all of my hair too. I never had much, but it’s weird walking around with perfectly smooth legs and arms.

She also started calling me Stephanie instead of Steve. She’s making a ton of comments all the time about how I’m all locked up and can’t cum, but that she can and it’s my job to make it happen. These comments would happen in more than just private. She would make them in public places, in front of her friends, and even when she was cumming!! It’s so embarrassing and humiliating! It’s also somehow turning me on and making it really hard for me to think straight. 

Amanda seems to think that this whole thing was so funny and amusing. She told her gay best friend Ryan all about it. They are always hanging out and talking together! Ryan said he couldn’t believe what a “little bitch” I’ve become. This made me uncomfortable because Ryan is constantly talking about what a thing he has for submissive, girly boys. He’s also always telling me that he thinks I look fairly feminine, and like me fully shaven.

For some reason, Amanda thinks this is funny and encourages this behavior. She has him call me by my “proper” name, Stephanie, and is constantly making me serve him drinks whenever he’s over, or get him whatever he needs. She’s also having him come over after she’s practiced make-up and hair on me and has me walk around in nothing but high heels, panties, and a bra or a crop top. She even makes me bend over to pick stuff up that she keeps dropping on the floor. And then Ryan always slaps my butt. Amanda seems to just love the whole thing.

She even makes remarks when Ryan's over about how I’m all locked up, but Ryan can cum whenever he wants, that he’s a REAL man. It makes me super uncomfortable, embarrassed, and humiliated. But for some reason I can’t stand up to her. I just take it.

Amanda and Ryan are always making bets together. Who can do this, what’s going to happen where, who’s going to wear what at some thing. It doesn’t matter what, and the rewards can be small and meaningless, like who’s going to buy the next coffee. But they can also be big, like the winner gets three thousand dollars!

Well, one morning Amanda told me about a bet she made with Ryan the previous night. The bet was that she could make me look like, and pass as, a girl. If she won, Ryan would owe her money and she would split it with me. She didn’t say how much, but I assumed it was a lot. But if Ryan wins, I would have to be his date to a party he was going to this weekend! 

I was hesitant, of course, I didn’t want to do any of this. But I could use some money. After all, I just got laid off from my job. Amanda could see my hesitation, so she added that if I did this, she’d give over the key to my chastity. But if I didn’t, she’d hold onto it for another month. This didn’t give me a lot of choices. There is no way I could do another week of this, let alone another month! I just had to do the best I could and then, after this bet was over, I’d finally be free!

I asked how it would be judged, Amanda said Ryan would have some challenges I’d need to complete. If I completed everything, then he would agree I was a passable girl and we would win. He was giving us two days to prepare. I reluctantly agree. 

Amanda was so excited I agreed, that she jumped up and down with joy! She wanted to get started right away and said I needed to walk, talk, and move like a girl. She said that I needed to feel more feminine, and that I needed a constant reminder of my position in this world. She left the room for a moment and then came back with a realistic penis-shaped butt plug! It wasn’t that big, but it was bigger than my dick was before she locked it up!

I freaked out and tried to protest, but she got real stern and told me that I'd already agreed, and that if I back out, I would have to go on a date with Ryan and she would leave me locked in my tiny chastity for a year! I didn’t expect her to blackmail me like that! I just hung my head and told her OK, that I’d do what was asked of me without question.

She had me go clean myself out, then after I put it in, she told me I was only to take it out with her permission. And that was only when I was to go to the bathroom, otherwise I am to have a cock up my butt while mine was locked up. This is so humiliating. And this plug is starting to make me horny, it’s making me feel ways I never have.

Next, she said I’d need to sit so she could do my hair, makeup, and nails. I should always have it done from this point on, since I need to get used to it, as well as only wearing girl clothes. I need to feel completely comfortable as a woman. I just agreed shyly and let her get to work. I had to have my nails done; long red nails. She did my makeup very dramatically, glittery smokey eye, with long fake lashes, and a red glossy lip. “It’s a good thing your face is so feminine, you really make a pretty girl!” She said as she put in the finishing touches. Next, she curled my long hair and then had me follow her to her room to pick out my outfit.

She has a huge walk-in closet and most of her clothes are pretty extra. She's a very glam girl. “Its so great that you have a very skinny, feminine body! You even have an hourglass shape! You're only like an inch taller than me, and about the same weight. I'm so glad you're the same size as me!” She said cheerfully, even though it was making me feel better. “Haha oh my god, I mean you even have tiny feet, you fit in my heels perfectly! They are so girly!” She laughed as she held up a pair of fuck me pumps.

I was growing with embarrassment. It wasn't  helping that I was standing there in front of Amanda who was wearing a black sheer lingerie garter belt and stocking set and high heels, looking like an absolute sex goddess. While I have been locked in chastity for three weeks as well as having a realistic butt plug up my ass and having a full face of girly makeup and big girly hair. 

She continued casually as she went through her clothes. Pulling out one girly sexy outfit after another, holding it up to me to get an idea as to how it looks, and then putting it aside for me to wear later. “And I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, your little dick was so small it fit into that micro chastity! It’s just a small, girly, cock! It’s so small it will probably just disappear." She held up a small leather skirt over my waist. "If I cover it up you look like a girl!” I was feeling so crushed to hear what she was saying. “Oh come on Stephanie, don’t be sad sweetie. I love you! And I love you this way! I like having a girly boyfriend!” 

And then, just like that, she turned around and started going through her closet like nothing had just told me what she did. She continued pulling out outfits. She had me change clothes every 30 minutes so I could get used to all the different heels, lingerie, skirts, tops, and dresses. She was having me walk around, talk, sit and stand, bend over, kneel, and do everything like a girl! And she was judging all of it. Making my movements and mannerisms more and more feminine as we went.

As the day went on, I was getting more and more used to clothes and to moving femininely. As I talked I even tried to sound like a girl, which was heartbreaking to find out it was pretty natural for me. Amanda really seemed to be enjoying this. She loved my progress and was constantly teasing me. And the plug was tickling my insides, and was making me feel good as I moved. 

Then she told me some bad news. She said she didn’t know what tests Ryan was going to have planned, but it was probably going to be challenging and embarrassing, so she wanted us to be prepared for the worst! She thought that Ryan might make me go to the club and dance with guys, that I should be prepared for that. So she started having me learn how to dance seductively like a girl would. 

She played sexy dance music as she demonstrated the moves. She was dancing and grinding up on me, rubbing her ass against my small cage. She’d spin around and get close, moving up on me, swaying her hips. She was so sexy! It was turning me on so much! We looked like two super hot girls grinding on each other! 

Then it was my turn. She had me change my clothes again. This time into six inch pumps, crop top, and a short little skirt that didn’t even hide the bottom of my butt, and if I bent over you could see my plug. It was a really sexy outfit any slutty girl would wear to the club.

As I walked back into the living room where we were practicing, I could feel the air on my long smooth feminine legs. I swayed my hips with each step, my heels clicking on the wooden floor as I walked through the house. And my plug rubbed up against my prostate, turning me on. I was really starting to feel like a sexy girl.

As soon as I saw Amanda, I stopped in my tracks. I was terrified! She was standing there, in her same sexy lingerie and heels, but she had added a huge ten inch realistic strap on dildo. I was so shocked I could hardly get the words out “Wh-why do you have that thing?! Why are you wearing it!?” I was terrified, but also alarmed that even though I was shocked, I was still moving, standing, and sounding exactly like a girl. 

“Oh calm down Stephanie, it’s not even that big! And I’ve had this thing for a while! I got this normal sized dildo for me to use on myself when I wanted a break from all the big dicks I used to get. It came with a strap on harness. I never thought I’d use it. But I was thinking. If your going to learn to dance like a girl, your going to have to learn and love to grind up on a dick. I don’t want your first time being when we are doing the bet, it might spook you and throw you off. So we will practice with you here!” She explained cheerfully. Like it was some great idea!

“What do you mean?! How is that normal size? And what do you mean you USED to get big dick? And do I really have to?” I asked, confused, scared, and humiliated. 

“Aw I’m sorry sweetie girl. But yes, this IS a normal sized cock. I hate to break it to you, but your little baby cock was never satisfying. I had to use my little toy here after every time we had sex just to get some relief! That’s why I was so willing to lock up you small dick. I wasn’t going to miss it! Besides, your mouth makes me feel so much better! And yes, I used to have lots of big, hung, men fuck me with their long, thick, hard cocks all the time before I met you!" She said with arousal in her voice as she thought about the men she used to be with.

 She continued  "But I was looking for a break from that. That’s why I’m with you! My small, locked, little slutty girly boyfriend! Now I said get over here and grind on my cock. So be a good obedient slut, and get over here and rub your ass on this uncaged dick like you wish I’d do to you, but might never do again!” She said so demandingly.

I was so shocked, humiliated, and embarrassed. I looked down at my girly, sexy, slutty outfit. I looked exactly like a girl, I couldn't even tell the difference. I thought about the small micro chastity cage locked on me under my short skirt, and how I had no choice but to do what she said. It’s my only way out of this cage. I submissively looked up, tired to hide all of my humiliation, and walked over to Amanda. I moved as feminine, sexy, and seductively as I could. My heels clicked loudly over the sound of the music. 

Amanda smiled, she knew she'd won. That I’ll do whatever she commands, take whatever humiliation she gives, and never fight back. I walked over and started to dance as much like a horny girl as I could. Trying my best to replicate all of the things Amanda did to me earlier. Turning around and rubbing my perky girly ass on her big cock as best I could.

“Wow, you're a real natural! Big cock looks so good on your sexy girly ass! You move just like a slut!” She told me as I kept dancing. Feeling this huge cock on my ass was really making me feel girly. “That’s right! Grind on my dick bitch! You like that, don’t you!? You want my dick, don’t you slut!” She continued, making me feel more and more submissive and feminine as she spoke while I danced. 

I turned around and faced her. Swaying my hips as best I could. “Rub my cock.” She demanded. I kept dancing and wrapped my small hand around her huge dick. It made my hand look so small and feminine as my red nails could hardly make it all the way around her thick dick. It is so much bigger than my own cock. She’s right. I am really small.

For some reason, this started to turn me on. My own little dick, straining in its micro cage, as my small girly hands rubbed this massive, powerful cock. Dancing as sexy as I could, desperately trying to seduce it, as I’m dressed like a cock craving slut.

I was getting lost in the moment when Amanda spoke. “Get on your knees.” I almost froze, but remembered to keep dancing. I looked up at her with fear and confusion in my eyes. “Get on your knees” she repeated.

I slowly got down to my knees. She was towering above me in her sexy high heels and lingerie, her cock swaying in front of my face. There I waited as Amanda continued. “Ryan might test you to see if you can suck dick. So you're going to learn how to please a cock with your pretty girly mouth. We have to prepare for whatever he might come up with! Now start by kissing the tip of my cock. And then put it in your mouth. Just try to be like one of the sluts you see in the pornos. Crave this big dick! Suck this big alpha cock like you wish I’d suck your locked up little dicklet!” 

I hesitated for a second, looking up at her, crushed by what she was saying. But then I leaned in and kissed it. As passionately as I could. Thinking back to all the videos I’ve seen of sexy girls sucking a big cock just like this. And I just tried to replicate what the girls did as best I could. I kissed it, sucked it, even tried to deep throat it. The whole time Amanda was telling me things like. “That’s it, suck this big dick! You like sucking cocks don’t you? You can even deep throat it like a whore! You're so good at sucking dick! You're a real natural. That’s right, give my cock pleasure while your tiny little dick stays locked and denied! This is what a real dick looks like. This can satisfy a woman. You're so small, you could never please a woman. You only deserve to stay locked away and to worship and satisfy REAL cocks. That’s right, suck my dick slut! You look so sexy with a cock in your mouth! You're destined to be a cock sucker, you even had dick-sucking lips! I bet you wish I could cum all over you! Shoot my cum in your mouth! I know you'd love to be completely covered in my cum! That's it, keep going cock-sucker, work that cum out of my big dick!"

While she talked as I sucked her cock, I started to feel really turned on! I don’t know if it was the three weeks of chastity, but I couldn’t help it, I was loving this. I loved sucking this cock, while mine received nothing in return! I loved looking like a slutty girl. I loved what she was saying to me. And then, without warning, she grabbed my long, dark, girly hair, and pulled my head off from her big dick, and shot fake cum all over my face! 

It completely coated me! My whole face, dripping down onto my chest and lap. I couldn’t believe it! I was so horny from this, it was so sexy! Amanda thought so too! Her dildo was emptied and I kissed the tip, thanking it for cumming on me. She looked at me dressed like a slut, covered in cum, kissing this big dick, and couldn’t take it any more.

 She ripped off the strap on, and grabbed my cum-covered face and forced my mouth onto her pussy. Without any hesitation, I got to work eating her out. I had gotten incredibly good at it over the past three weeks, and had learned to love it. It was the closest thing I got to sexual pleasure. But her pussy was the wettest it'd ever been. I’ve never seen her so horny! I licked her to orgasm after orgasm. She talked to me as I licked her between orgasms. How sexy this was, how much she loved this, and how I should always be locked and pleasing cock. Finally, after 10 or so orgasms, she was done. My little dick felt like it was about to burst in its cage. I was so incredibly horny.

After that, she had me get cleaned up and redo my makeup. This cycle seemed to repeat for the next few days. Having me change outfits every thirty minutes. Always have makeup and hair done, correcting how I move or talk. Having me dance, having me suck her dildo. And then having me eat her out. This repeated non stop until the evening of the bet.

Amanda had me do my makeup with lots of eye shadow and fake lashes. My eyebrows were plucked and arched, shaped so femininely. And my lips lined to make them as big as possible. Amanda said she wanted to emphasize my dick sucking lips, maybe it would distract from the fact that I have “small boobs” as Amanda put it. 

She picked out my dress, a short black vinyl dress that hardly covers my ass, and would expose the bottom of my butt if I bent over too far. I also had to wear these super tall silver slutty heels. I’m really short for a guy, Amanda said that short girls wear tall heels to get their asses closer to cock. 

She also pointed out, that “This is the exact outfit I wore the last time I let you cum over three weeks ago. Your tiny little dick couldn’t even make me orgasm when I was wearing it. But I did let you dribble your weak little cum load on it. Now you will be wearing it, also unable to to orgasm, and who knows, you might also end the night with your dress covered in cum too!” She laughed at me, knowing this would fill me with fear and humiliation.

Amanda was also in a clubbing outfit. A short pink leather dress and tall pink heels. Her makeup was just as dramatic and sexy as mine. When Ryan got here, he looked shocked! “Well, I must say Amanda, she looks exactly like such a girly slut! I’d love to have those sexy plump lips wrapped around my dick! I’m very impressed! But remember that’s not the bet, she’s got to do more than look the part!” He said. “Oh, I think you’ll be impressed. I got her ready for whatever you have planned!” Amanda replied confidently.

“Well, as you know, we are going to go to the club, and to start off with you’ll have to convince 4 guys to buy you drinks. Then you have to dance with 10 different guys. That should be easy. I’ve seen Amanda pull like 30 guys in one night! And you look just as slutty as she does. You're also going to have to make sure not a single one of them thinks you're not a girl. I also have a few more challenges lined up for later!" Ryan laughed as he led us out the door.

I was so scared to hear what I was going to have to do! And that wasn’t even all of it! This is going to be harder than I thought! I also had no idea Amanda used to be such a slut.

 As we left our apartment, Amanda grabbed my ass as we walked. She pushed my butt plug in deeper with one finger, and said loud enough for Ryan and everyone else to hear. “Don’t worry Stephenie. I'm sure you’ll do great! You're a natural at being a slutty girl! Just have fun with it! I can’t wait to see you grinding this sweet plump ass on so many cocks! Having them press up on your plug, wishing they could be in your ass instead! It’s turning me on so much! Thinking of you small dicklet locked away as these big strong men grind their big hard cocks on you! It’s a good thing your tiny dick is so small, I was able to lock it in such a little micro cage you can’t even see it under your dress! However, like I promised, after tonight I will hand the key over. It’s a shame, I’m really enjoying being the one keeping you all locked up!” 

-Katirosedreams OG Cap

[stolencaps]

Deepest Darkest Fantasy

Reblog with yours! Been looking to stretch my mind lately. A few of mine:

- Live-in 'assistant’ (servant) for a cruel & demanding couple. Required to be sexually available. Minimum wage. My part of rent, utilities, food, taken out of paycheck. 40hr schedule and 24/7 on call. Poor work results in hours docked from paycheck or forced overtime. Strict rules while working. Some 24/7 house rules. Uniform picked by the couple & paid for out of my paycheck (i.e. new outfits every few weeks). Net pay ends up being quite low. ($1600/mo pay, rent $900, utilities $50, food $300, New Uniform monthly $100. Net pay $250. Sign a 1 year employment contract and lease on the room. Essentially trapped for a year!

- Realistic blackmail by a nice female friend or roommate. Get caught spit-roasting yourself on 2 dildos fully dressed like a sissy and pictures get taken. Fortunately your roommate is a sweetheart and *only* makes you do things to make her life easier while constantly teasing you about your predicament. Running errands, Cleaning pretty much everything. If you thought you had little love-life before you really have no love-life now that you are under your roommate’s thumb. 

- Take a week “Vacation” locked in a cage or “jail cell”, closet, cellar, etc. Looked after by a cruel mistress. The duration, hard limits, needs, etc. are all thoroughly ironed out beforehand. Contract is signed. Your treatment is then up to her. Naked, additional bondage, complete darkness, chastity of course, hours long pussy licking, forced cocksucking or dildo sucking, whipped, spanked, cbt, meals are bland or gross, golden showers, spit on, garden hosed at her whim, daily showers with soap and garden hose, dog shock collar, etc etc. 

- Feminized and forced to do a fashion photoshoot. A day or two, 2 or 3 girls, legitimate fashion photographer, dozens of outfits, makeup, hundreds of poses and pictures. Printed model portfolio book. 

- Kept in chastity by a girlfriend who thinks masturbating is cheating and is legitimately worried you will do it. Maybe she caught you once. Starts off normal where you fuck her and cum regularly, if not daily. Her taste for denying you starts with her requiring you to go down on her for a few orgasms before unlocking you. She loves it. Hours become days and she discovers your desperate begging turns her on. She gets wet laughing at you. Her sadistic side comes out and you find yourself agreeing to escalating humiliating things to get to cum. 

[loveless-scribes]

Uchiha Itachi: NSFW Alphabet

So, it has come to my attention that Itachi of the Uchiha has been done a disservice in the eyes of the internet and been called terrible names. *COUGH* vanilla *COUGH* basic *HACK* I assure you, my friends, nothing could be further from the truth! And so, I present to you, my interpretation of the one and only. Enjoy.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare is not optional. It is just as much a part of the experience as foreplay and the actual sex. 

Will he clean you up? Not religiously, like it’s something he’ll do every time, but yes, he would. If you’re still feeling tired or lingering in bed by the time he’s gotten cleaned up, he wouldn’t think twice and just take care of you as well. If you mention that you think it’s sweet or you enjoy it, then… YES, he would absolutely start doing this religiously. 

Expect hairstroking and holding you to his chest, letting you listen to his heartbeat. If you want to share your 4 AM thoughts here, he’ll be down for it and let you know what he thinks about your ideas. After you’ve fallen asleep he will stay awake sorting through his thoughts, over what it means to have you by his side and the risks involved for you. This is pretty much the only time in the day that it’s safe to be vulnerable with his thoughts and so, this is where he will think about what you mean to him, and press a kiss to your forehead before finally going to sleep himself. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Eyes, definitely. The eyes are known to be the windows to the heart and his own eyes define so much of his life and his destiny, so yes, he could stare into his partner’s eyes for an almost uncomfortably long time, drinking them in. I can’t really say he’s a butt or boobs guy cuz that’s not how his mind is wired. He’s wired to be mission-oriented and there’s no room in his mind for distractions but on his S/O he would appreciate and worship every inch of her. 

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

Um… breeding kink, anyone? Defo see him as having one. Is this an underlying psychological thing because he was deprived of having a normal family? At the same time, though, he’s in no rush to have children of his own, because he knows what a terrible place this world can be. But the desire to spill his seed deep into his S/O’s womb is deeply ingrained. Modern birth-control would really solve this problem. 

Also, swallowing. *COUGH* If someone does this for him it will go straight to his head. Prepare to be rewarded. 

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

Hmm… I almost feel guilty about characterizing him like this, but I could see him somewhere deep down having a desire to have his partner submit to him? Not in the sense that he would ask for that, but if he had a wet dream about his S/O she would probably be on her knees, and he would feel guilty about it the next day and be a little sweeter than usual to her. 

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

Okay! So, this is an unpopular opinion, but I don’t think Itachi is inexperienced! Even if we take Canon!Ita (but maybe age him up a little) I feel like there could be situations, mission-related, or pursued by women he objectively finds appealing, where saying no is just more inconvenient than going along with it. Especially if it’s for the sake of a mission, he wouldn’t think twice. Or if he does it in order to not blow his cover. While he does largely turn admirers away, more for their own good and because he’s generally not interested, I do believe he could have realistically encountered situations in his travels that led to sexual encounters. He hasn’t taken a vow of chastity, so I don’t see why he should go to unreasonable lengths to say no?

So yeah, in my mind he definitely has some experience, but not a whole lot. Obviously, he takes necessary precautions to ensure those brief dalliances stay just that. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Hahahaha, so I had to do some research to find out what this position is called. The Mastery? Basically, it’s woman on top but the couple is in a seated position. Meaning, he gets to look into your eyes and just basically, the heightened intimacy and closeness of this position are what does it for him. Also, he has more control than in the normal girl-on-top position, so he can control the pace somewhat and help you out. 

But if you’re tired, he’ll pick you up and flip positions, he won’t wait for you to admit you’re tired and he won’t listen to your protests. He wants to see you out of your mind in ecstasy, not wondering whether or not you’re too tired to continue. 

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

Alright, so it’s Itachi, right? He isn’t very jokey. That just is what it is. He might do something unintentionally that might make you giggle, or you could laugh out of nervousness and while he very much enjoys that sound he doesn’t really know how to provoke it from you. It’s just not his area of expertise. (Sorry, Ita. Couldn’t give you this one.)

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Hmm… well, Itachi definitely is clean by nature, and is definitely well-groomed and particular in all aspects of his life, so… I’m going to go with trimmed. Neat and orderly. Just like everything else about him. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

I lowkey just want to link my oneshots to this, cuz they say it all, but alright! He will want to be connected to his S/O. That means either being able to see her face, or if the position doesn’t allow for it to hear her voice the entire time. He’s good at that. He’s so sweet and considerate and perceptive. He knows what’s working for you and what isn’t even without you saying a word, He may not have a whole lot of experience, but he has an innate talent (because doesn’t he just… with everything?) and he’s an exceptionally quick learner. He will legit ruin you for anyone else because if you ever ARE with anyone else and they snap at you, “What do you think I am, a mind reader?” You’ll realize what Itachi was doing.

So, yeah. He wants to make sure you’re into it and you’re taken care of and you’re near delirious with pleasure before he decides to let go himself. Being self-sacrificial and caring for others is in his nature. So, yeah, you really need to man up and figure out what he needs because he isn’t going to tell you. But you’re smart. You’ll work it out. (OR JUST READ THE REST OF THIS ALPHABET.)

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Sorry, no. Don’t see him doing this. You have to consider how disciplined the guy is, and how insanely busy. It really is kind of a waste of time at the end of the day and if he wants it that badly, he can just make the trip to see you. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Teasing, edging, getting you to beg. He feels bad for you, he really does. But how much more can you take? You won’t know until you know. He’ll reward you for your patience though. And let’s be honest, you’ll love it, teasing and all. Not to mention mindfucking you to oblivion.  

So, I went through an alleged “complete” list of 239 kinks to try and answer this question and most of it was just… weird. So, let’s do this differently. What follows is an incomplete list of things I could potentially see him being into or good at or have an interest in. In no particular order: mirrors, sub/dom play (with a little coaxing and admitting to himself that this is even a thing that he’s into. It would absolutely be limited to the bedroom, though), sensory deprivation, and.... bear with me here, but… I could see him having a hand for Shibari. THINK ABOUT IT. Those knots and things they learned to tie in the ninja academy? And we know Itachi is the best of the best in everything he does. So, I don’t think this is beyond the realm of possibility. 

Generally speaking, though, he just doesn’t have the time for this stuff. BUT IF HE DID…

And now, this is exclusive to AM!Ita but he most likely has a praise kink. Being hated and cursed for eons, and being disillusioned with his own role, if his S/O comes in and tells him how great he is, how handsome, how wonderful. How good he is at what he does. How wonderful he makes her feel. Mmmm. I can see that doing things to him. XD

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Ideally, in a lake or a river. Outdoor bathing spaces are generally approached with caution, so even if someone were to come by they would call out and make sure no one is there first, which means, less risk of getting caught. And I mean, this is Itachi… He’s an S-rank exiled nin. HE KNOWS HOW TO NOT GET CAUGHT. LOL. But yeah, he spends a lot of time out-of-doors. He’s more accustomed to the starry sky overhead than the roof of a house or woodland cabin. In my interpretation, he feels very much at peace when surrounded by nature and he would enjoy being intimate with you in that setting. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Confidence. Enthusiasm. Not necessarily seduction, if it’s a stranger he’s dealing with, this is more of a turn-off than anything. But if it’s his S/O and she turns up the charm and crooks a finger at him… You might even get a smile on that stoic face. I don’t see him being into the shy and stuttering type. If you blush and say, “No! St- stop!” He’ll literally stop. And probably apologize. AND NOT DO IT AGAIN.

If you try and explain to him that your no doesn’t mean no… Ah, yeah. He’s not into that. Be straightforward. Say what you mean. Don’t play games with him. He’ll see right through you. 

That being said, being a lonely fighter all his life means he’s very sensitive to your touch. Just run a hand along his shoulder in passing and he’ll grab it and press a kiss to your palm, and haul you in. I could see him being into your hands. It really isn’t hard to turn him on, it’s hard to earn his trust and a position in his life that gives you the right to touch him and be touched by him. But when you’re there, it’s the easiest thing in the world. A smile, a kiss, a brush of your fingers over his collarbones. He’s a goner. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pegging. This goes without saying. I can’t really think of much else he wouldn’t be into. I mean, stuff that’s a little more out there. Watersports. Daddy/Mommy kinks. Actual exhibitionism, (not genjutsu version) no way is he going to let anyone look in on your most intimate moments. Impact play. He knows very well what his hands are capable of, and there’s a lot of blood on them, so he really wouldn’t be into stuff that involves actually hurting you. 

If his S/O likes it VERY rough, he might resort to genjutsu so that she gets what she wants, but he doesn’t have to actually hurt her. Other than that, bruising, choking, the usual level of roughness? Bring it on. Being adept with his hands also means he knows very well where that fine line between pain and pleasure is. 

Not to mention, he’s very perceptive, so he’ll figure out what you’re into even without you saying it. He’s also very giving so he’ll focus more on your preferences than his own. But if the day ever comes where you realize what submission does to him… The man would be putty in your hands. Kukukukuku...

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both. 

Giving, because he has absolute control over your pleasure, and because he enjoys how easily he can drive you out of your mind. We’ve established that he’s a terrible tease, so driving you to the brink and leaving you hanging, feeling every single one of your reactions… It’s good stuff. 

Receiving takes the cake though. Being that vulnerable with someone, even having someone he can trust that much. It’s definitely something he’s very partial to, something that makes him soft towards you, and something that plays into his forbidden desire of seeing you submit, whether or not he’s aware of it. He’ll make sure to return the favor tenfold.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This is an odd question I think, because… doesn’t it depend? On how much time he has, on how the two of you are feeling, on what the mood is? 

Anyways, I’m going to go ahead and say slow and sensual because he really is a man who likes to take his time with you. He likes to feel every one of your responses, hear every little mewl and whimper and moan that crosses your lips. He definitely makes it an experience. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Not his preference, but he isn’t above having a quickie if that’s all that time allows. But he would definitely follow up with a proper session at a later time, then. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Itachi is so nice. He really is. There’s nothing you could want that he wouldn’t be willing to try at least once for your sake. I mean, apart from the stuff listed under “N”. 

And would he take risks? YES, HE WOULD. Because his assessment of the risks varies greatly from yours. So, something that you would think is very risky, might seem not risky at all to him, because he knows exactly how to go unseen, unnoticed. You might think he’s being risky, but he’s well aware there was a 0% chance you were going to get caught. Because Itachi skillz.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stamina! *insert sparkles* AM!Ita has been established in the works, so I think that needs no comment. Canon!Itachi is a freaking fighter. An S-class exiled nin. Someone who claims Itachi has no stamina wants to start something with me. DID YOU SEE HIM HAND SASUKE’S ASS TO HIM? Despite his illness? He lost because he CHOSE to lose. I don’t see the Akatsuki hauling out a wheelchair for Itachi to go on his missions, so don’t go telling me nothing about Itachi having no stamina. SHAKE MY HEAD WHILE JUDGING YOU.

Dude is strong as hell. And you can’t tell me some bedroom fun is more physically taxing than literal superhuman battles against huge ass tailed beasts! It’s just ridiculous. I’m not here to rant. Better calm down.

I’m here to tell you our man can go for at least three rounds and you will *GUARANTEED* always tire out before he does. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Yes. The sharingan. THE ONLY TOY YOU WILL EVER NEED. As mentioned above, he’s not above using his skills to heighten your pleasure, and mess with your mind. But actual, physical toys? Nah, the thought processes that would lead to considering, comparing, and actually purchasing those are just so foreign to his thinking. It would never even cross his mind. What can a toy even do that he can’t do better? (To his thinking anyway. Well, he’s not wrong.)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He will make you beg. Absolutely. He’s totally unfair. He will have casual conversations with you while driving you out of your wits. And then he’ll ask you why you’re not answering him. Ask you what’s wrong. Ask you what you want. LIKE HE DOESN’T KNOW. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Itachi is very restrained and disciplined so, unfortunately, this means he isn’t very vocal. I know, cry with me, it’s such a waste. *hires an orchestra of the world’s smallest violins* BUT that means when you do manage to make him groan or moan in pleasure, it’s such a huge ego boost. Apart from the sounds he makes when hitting a climax, he’s generally in control and whispering praise and teasings into your ear or over your skin.

If you want him to talk, get on your knees and give him some head. Not kidding. Mentioned it above already. He gets to let go, a lot of his secret kinks are getting fulfilled, he feels vulnerable and is cool with it. He’ll dig his hands into your hair, cup your cheek, his eyes will roll into the back of his head and he’ll tell you on a low moan what a good girl you are. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

So, let’s say you’re waiting to talk to him and he’s busy meeting with some people or whatever and you’re standing off to the side patiently. He just briefly glances at you before turning back to his comrades and BOOM. Next thing you know, he’s got you by the neck, has you pinned against his desk/table/whatever (this was originally a Hokage!Ita headcanon so do with that what you will), and is doing unspeakable things to you in front of everyone. No sooner does the encounter come to an end, than you suddenly wake up and find yourself still standing right where you were, until it happens again, and this time he takes you against the wall. It’s an illusion wrapped in an illusion wrapped in an illusion more times than you can count and when you finally do come to your senses, you can barely stand. The meeting is over. Itachi turns toward you, “You wanted to speak with me?”

Ah, yes. Good old Itachi mindfuckery.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

I mean, muscles, yes? Lots of them. Man’s fit as a fiddle. He’s a ninja. So, yes, the entire delicious length of him is covered in lean, firm muscle. He’s clearly well-endowed because… he just is. Maybe not the longest cucumber in the farmer’s market (which isn’t to say he isn’t long, because he is… don’t claim I called him short) but thick and veiny and above all else, attached to a man with a brain who knows how to use it efficiently. Thank you for coming to my TEDtalk.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This is a tough one, because the constraints are not on his drive, but on his time. He’ll take whatever chances he can to be with you. AM!Ita is established to have a very high sex drive, but he also has restraint, so when you’re not into it, he’s cool with it. As if that would ever happen. So, I would have to say, the actual encounters will unfortunately be far between because of his lifestyle, but he will always make up for lost time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Kind of already mentioned this above, that those moments afterwards with you are his most vulnerable moments where he feels relatively safe and at ease, so he stays awake for a long time after, sorting through his thoughts. Also, he won’t say this to you, but it’s his job to protect you, so there is no way he’ll fall asleep before you do. Not gonna happen.

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RR crit re: aspec representation, the Hunters and the portrayal of romance

There are many things that bother me about Rick's aspec rep. His books are weirdly amatonormative and as an aspec person I find his portrayal of romance terrifying. A lot of this has been talked about before but I thought I would do this anyway to clear all my thoughts. Important parts are in green.

The first thing that comes to mind is the representation of Reyna. He didn't make her lesbian. Why?

Because he didn't want to play into the stereotype that lesbians are only lesbians because they couldn't find the right man. Ok. The man who gave Piper feathers in her hair didn't want to make Reyna lesbian because of a stereotype. And what does he do instead? He plays into the exact same stereotype about asexuals. He makes one (1) major character ace and she's the character with a backstory about being rejected by guys. Great. But we get canon ace rep so yay? /s

Next aspect of Rick's aspec rep is the Hunters, and the way he wrote them is so inherently fucked up, oh boy. Let's go over this. In mythology canon, the Hunters are about rejecting men and protecting women who don't or can't conform to society's expectations, who would OBVIOUSLY include wlw. They are also about protecting women from men.

What does Rick turn them into when we first see them in tTC? Lowkey misandrist preteen girls who make other preteen girls swear off romance and recruit them (and sometimes endanger their lives for quests as they do in the book). This premise of the Hunters is so fucked up. Not only is the element of Artemis protecting them from men non-existent (I suppose because Rick doesn't realise that women can need protecting from men), they recruit girls in a way which is weird at best.

Rick makes the Hunters recruit girls at random – girls who are too young to know if they want to date or not – and make them swear off romance. This is so ridiculous and toxic and just an all round bad idea? I guess he doesn't understand the part about defying social expectations, being a cishet white man, and thus made them a recreational girl club instead of a safe space. But seriously? 12 year olds taking a vow of chastity? What part of that seemed even remotely okay to Rick?

And that's just tTC. After that he makes Artemis opposed to ALL romance. She calls romantic love a plague in the books. She kicks out lesbian lovers from the Hunters. It has been talked about how ridiculous it is to make Artemis opposed to wlw romance so I'm not going into it too much. And what else does he do? He says he interprets the Hunters as aroace and calls it a day.

Before I go into that: Rick's aspec rep comes as a package deal with lesbophobia and I hate that on so many levels. He went out of his way to avoid making Reyna lesbian, he even made fun of the wlw Reyna headcanons, then made her ace. He made Artemis staunchly anti-romance and basically confirmed that his Artemis is aroace. (Saying "I, the author, interpret it in this way but you can interpret it however you want" is pretty much the same as confirming it as canon.)

I want aspec rep, I really do. But I can't be happy with it if it's associated with lesbophobia. There's so much infighting between LG people and aspecs and that gives me so much anxiety and a popular author perpetuating that, even if unintentionally, is just harmful. If an aroace character is so against romance that she doesn't accept wlw even though she is supposed to be protecting women from society, I don't want her to be my representation.

Coming to what's wrong with the whole thing about the Hunters being aroace. First, Dumbledoring does not count as representation. Second, this blanket statement that the Hunters are aroace is shitty half-hearted representation at best. It's just another example of Rick's checklist representation where he fills his quota of minorities without putting in any actual effort to research. There is no nuance, no diversity, no actual exploration of the identity the characters are supposed to be representing. What's the point of representation if you're just going to say "they are actually X minority but I never bothered to indicate that in the text because it isn't relevant UwU"?

In doing that he ignored the diversity within the aspec community. There are many ways of being aspec, even just being aroace; some aspecs want to date, some want sex. Our experiences vary wildly. Making everyone in a one-dimensional anti-romance girl club (most of whom aren't relevant and don't even get names) aspec is lazy and weak rep.

There's a lot more wrong with this. The Hunters take a vow of chastity. In making them aroace he equates asexuality to celibacy, which is a harmful stereotype aces face a lot. Taking a vow does not equal any sexuality, but a common misconception about asexuality is that it's a choice, which it's not. Making the Hunters aroace sort of perpetuates this stereotype.

Furthermore, it just feels weird when you look at how Bianca was made a Hunter. She was made to take that vow when she was 12 (which was an unrealistic plot convenient device required for her fridging but ok). This makes it look like they go around recruiting girls at random, at least sometimes. Doesn't seem like aroace girls choosing a life without men.

Another issue is the infantilization of aroaces. He makes them preteens to early teens, because Rick Riordan doesn't understand that girls older that 14 can want to not date. Artemis herself appears as a 12 year old which is apparently the avarage age of her Hunters "before they go astray. [...] Grow up. Become smitten with boys. Become silly, preoccupied, insecure. Forget themselves.” When you add that to the fact that he made the Hunters aroace, doesn't it look too much like the (very wrong) idea that asexuality and aromaticism are things you can grow out of?

This thread explains it better. Two things from the thread I thought I'd highlight – one, Artemis, who is aroace in PJO canon, appears as a child. So does Hestia, who is also sometimes interpreted as aspec. Two, Emmie and Jo who fell in love were adult ex-huntresses, which also ties in with associating aspecs with children. They have "grown out of it" while the other Hunters, children who don't age, haven't.

Now, the major Hunters are Bianca, Thalia, Zoë and Reyna. In Bianca's case it was an unrealistic plot device, as I said. Thalia was betrayed by Luke, Zoë by Hercules and Reyna was rejected by Jason and Percy. None of the three chose to be Hunters because they wanted to, they did because of their past trauma. This again perpetuates the idea that aces and aros are broken. I'm not saying it can't happen, but they are the only major characters we see join the Hunters so giving ALL of them such backgrounds is Not Good. Literally not a single Riordanverse character stays single for the heck of it, which brings us to the next thing I said I would talk about: the portrayal of romance.

We all know that the amatonormativity in Rick's work is rampant. He pairs everyone off. Everyone. The ones who don't get paired off get shoved into an eternal virginity deal, usually after an unlucky love life. This includes Thalia and Reyna who didn't get guys and weren't relevant for further romantic subplots. He obviously couldn't have them living their lives normally without love interests, so they joined the Hunters. This also includes Rachel, and you can't tell me she wasn't interested in dating at all. The whole virgin Oracle thing was partially a way of getting her out of the way of Percabeth.

Just ... no one has ever told Rick that it's possible to just not want romance. The only characters without love interests are off being eternal virgins. There isn't a single character who didn't want to date. His characters can go two ways: get a love interest, or get a virginity deal. That's literally it. Why, just why? If you want to add aroace rep just write characters who are, you know, aroace.

Romance is highkey treated as necessary, something that Fixes Everything, and when Rick is writing multiple POVs all the characters are focused on romance. There's so much shit going on in HoO and there isn't even much focus on friendship but romance is somehow the most important thing? Nico barely gets any time to recover from his trauma but he gets a boyfriend so apparently it doesn't matter. Leo never learns to be happy on his own and gets a girlfriend instead.

I don't want to date. It may sound wild but I don't want immortality either. Aspecs can want to live normal human lives and yes, that's possible without getting a love interest. And by the way, aroace men exist, even though they can't be immortal virgin Hunters. Wild, I know. Anyway, some half-assed rep doesn't make up for all that amatonormativity.

And there's too much of the meeting the love of your life as a teenager thing. Everyone gets fixed up with a partner forever at 14/15, 13 in Hazel's case. Rick seems to think everyone has One True Love and by god, it doesn't. Work. Like. That. Romance is messy. There can be past relationships, there can be breakups, and yes, the romances that aren't endgame can still be significant.

No one ever gets more than one significant romance. Jason's past with Reyna was made to look insignificant so Jason and Piper could be each other's only relationship. Then when Jason died, his relationship with Piper was invalidated so Piper and Shel could be each other's only significant relationship. Nico's feelings for Percy which lasted for years were made to look like a harmless crush because Will has to be Nico's only True Love. No one ever breaks up in Riordanverse, and when they do, it means one of them is going to die in that book. Like ???

So yeah. Amatonormativity again. Romance is everyone's priority. Even when they are teenagers who are usually about to die. Everyone gets a love interest very young and that's treated as their One True Love, their Forever. Instead of being there to make the characters happy or help them grow, romance is there to fix everyone's trauma and borders on being treated as necessary to complete you.

I think I'm done now. Idk if this was insightful, I just wanted to get it off my chest, but I hope it was. If you read the whole thing, thank you.