#the HORNY™️ voice

[konigsblog]

extremely big dicked könig thots™️ again...

he's already huge, but him being absolutely massive (around 11in and extremely thick) is a whole brainrot in itself. könig gets increasingly more frustrated when he stuffs his lengthy fingers into you, while his leaking cock sticks to his thigh, ignored. :(

könig would use a whole bottle of lube if it came to that. he'd use everything to get you slick and wet enough, to hopefully slide more than just the tip inside! you're sticky, thighs caked and coated in his precum as it drips from your hole. he grinds and nuzzles the head of his large, thick shaft against your cunt, panting heavily from the overwhelming feeling. könig longs for the sensation of your pulsing walls around his massive cock, but for now, he grinds his dick between your folds, rubbing your clit.

he's not exactly ashamed of his huge size, nor insecure, but dislikes how large he is because it can be a real struggle for both of you, considering that whenever his cock is measured against your stomach, it goes past your belly button. könig leans back, watching you suckle slightly past the tip, unable to go any further otherwise you'll gag and begin to cry from the pain in your throat, leaving your voice strained. :(

and for könig, it leaves him incredibly frustrated. he'll watch you bounce on a smaller dildo while jerking off, to try to match the feeling of your tight pussy around his dick. but, majority of the time he's left feeling worthless and horny.

most fleshlights barely fit around his big cock considering the width of his thick girth, so he's left with no choice but to either jerk off or hump your thighs, mumbling about how useless he feels that he can't even fit himself inside, with his broad hips smacking against your ass as he gets furious, desperate for his release already. :(

[nathanbatemanfucker]

Again

about this: nathan bateman x f!reader. contents: 18+/nsfw/minors dni, smut, wife kink, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex, nathan the asshole simp™️. wc: 1031. an: my brain plagued me with this thought at like 12 am. here it is.

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This is not how you anticipated your time in the garden would pan out. The sun hangs high in the sky, a soft breeze swirling in the air. You’d been halfway done with your task of weeding and watering the garden when Nathan sauntered down the steps of the front porch.

“Can I help you?” You ask, glancing over at him.

He holds up his hands, rounding his eyes with innocence. “Can’t a man ogle his wife?”

You should’ve known then and there that he was up to no good. Slowly but surely, Nathan gets closer and closer. With each step your blood rises, your heart thumping steadily in your ears. Until his lips are ghosting your temple, beard tickling at your skin.

Now, despite that cooling breeze, you are warm. There’s pure, overwhelming heat coupled with sparking pleasure. You’re surrounded by it, drowning in it and there’s no place you would rather be.

“Nathan,” You breathe, the sound of your voice feeling miles away.

You hear a deep hum, the scratch of his beard against your thighs, and then an inhaling breath. When you sit up on your elbows to gaze down at him, Nathan’s dark brown eyes glitter back at you. His mouth and beard shine with your slick as his lips curl into a smirk.

He wags his eyebrows, voice so soft and sweet as he asks, “What is it, honey?”

“I was doing something,” You huff, still out of breath though his work has stopped momentarily.

It’s not lost on you how this would look from another point of view. Your panties in a heap in the grass, sundress bunched around your breasts. Nathan rutting into the ground as he sips from between your legs like it’s the fountain of life. There are tools and weeds spread about, dirt smeared on skin and clothing alike. You two are the definition of a dirty, horny mess.

Nathan’s smile widens into something as beautiful as it is arousing, sending a shiver up your spine. “And now, you’re doing me. Lay back, I’m making my wife cum.”

You don’t have the discipline to object, not that you want to. Nathan had brought you to the precipice of your peak just to tease you down more than once, and now you’re wound tight, ready for release.

Nathan slides into you with practiced ease, bending to capture your mouth with his own, moans melting into each other’s. His hips move against yours, gently but relentlessly, withdrawing completely before pressing in as far as your body will take him.

You let your legs fall open wider, clutching at his shoulders to stay as steady and still as possible, wanting it just like this, just how he’s giving it to you. He dusts kisses on any part of you he can reach as he continues to fuck you— your cheeks, jaw, neck, coveting every inch of you.

“That’s it, baby, let me fuck you. Let me make you feel good like I’m s’pose to. That’s what I’m for, hmm? To make my wife cum. Give her whatever she wants.”

“Nathan, please. I need you, need more,” You beg softly.

He gets two of his fingers wet, snaking them between you so that he can rub softly at your clit. “I need you too, honey. C’mon, I know you can cum for me. Can’t you?”

“Yes. Mhmm, I can,” You nod, eyes wild with lust when you gaze up at him.

“Your pussy’s so fucking good, baby. Perfect fucking wife with the perfect little pussy. Gonna make me fill you up,” He groans, his voice growing more hoarse as he slowly unravels.

His cock, his praise, his filth— they wind you tight, tight, tight, until you cum, clenching around his cock as you call out his name. Nathan lets out a breath gasp and then he’s filling you to the brim, whispering into your ear how much he loves you.

He kisses you until you’re both breathless and only then does he pull out to clean you both up. Nathan helps you into your panties and smooths your sundress back into place before refastening his jeans and snaking an arm around your waist. The two of you lay in content silence besides the occasional chirp of a bird and your mingling breath.

Suddenly he asks, “Do you wanna get married?”

You nearly choke on your laughter, turning your head to look over at him, “We are married, you made it very clear in the filth you were spewing at me.”

He ignores your teasing, his brows are drawn together so you know he’s serious. “Again. Do you want to get married again?”

“Nathan, that wedding was a fortune.”

“Who gives a fuck how much it costs,” He scoffs, pulling you more firmly onto his chest. “I don’t mean like that. I mean just me and you. The guy who guides the bullshit.”

“The bullshit, huh?”

“You know what I mean. What do you think?”

You frown, leaning back a little bit to look him in the eye. “I thought you liked our wedding.”

“Honey, I fucking loved our wedding,” He reassures you easily, smoothing a hand over your cheek.

“Then why again?”

“Why wouldn’t I want to marry you again?”

His answer completely floors you. Your heart melts. Soft and gooey, completely pliable and completely his. You’d ask him to marry you if he wasn’t already yours if he hadn’t already asked you for the second time. You can see that your speechlessness is starting to get in his head, and he opens his mouth to say something.

You quickly cut him off with a kiss, murmuring against his lips, “I love it when you get all sentimental.”

There is no denying the soft flush in his cheeks, “Hush.”

“Yes, Nathan, I’ll marry you again. Can we do it here?” You gesture around to the garden.

“Can I do you here?” He asks suggestively, that charming smirk gracing his face again.

“You already did.”

“Again,” He whispers into your ear before he starts to suck kisses into the skin of your neck.

“Again,” You breathe in agreement, blinking up at the blue sky once more.

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[eilidh-eternal]

Your Nasty Man™️ Johnny is fueling my freaky side, and I don't know how to handle it.

I must have more....(pretty please)

What would that smug, disgusting bastard of a man do if he found reader also had a nasty side?

Say she found out about his little video collection? She hacks into it, and to just one up his arrogant ass, posts it to OnlyFans and is now getting paid for it! (Realistically, don't ever do this. I'm just being hypothetically horny here)

OR.....

Car Salesman Johnny. She borrows Ghost's classic vehicular muscle baby, finds an abandoned parking lot, and straps herself into the front seat. Uses the vibrator Johnny bought her to overly pleasure herself, capturing the whole ordeal on her phone. But it's not Johnny's name she's moaning. It's Ghost's. And, of course, she sends it to both just to really stick that knife into that Nasty Man™️'s side.

I'm going down the Nasty Man™️ MacTavish drain here. Must cure it with SingleDad!Johnny before I become a complete fiend for that repulsively sexy, damaged man...

Hehehehe that Nasty Man™️… he’s going to have a heart attack because he’s just overheard you asking Simon if he’d be willing to lend you his car again, but not for another driving lesson.

As it turns out, Simon is pretty good with a camera. Has an eye for photography, at least where his car is concerned (He actually has a sizable following on insta and is pretty well known in the car scene) but what you weren’t expecting is how well he directs you as a model.

Knows exactly how to pose you, has learned the angles you look the best from in a matter of about 5 minutes. And the best part? He’s not creepy about it. He’s actually sort of unfazed by your skimpy clothing and the suggestive poses he’s snapping you in. Lets you wear the leather jacket he wears at meets with his name embroidered across the back of it between shots while you both look over the raw photos. And maybe, just maybe, when you have your back turned to him, adjusting an errant strand of hair or preening in the reflection of the tinted windows, he’s snapped a few shots of you in his jacket with his phone.

And oops! His thumb slipped. Accidentally sent them to Johnny.

And Gaz.

And Price.

When you get to the dealership on Monday there’s a shipment of office supplies that needs to be unboxed and put away. More paper, extra ink cartridges, pens and paper clips in bulk, and, because it’s the start of the new year, calendars for the office.

But wait… these… don’t look like the calendars ordered from the supply store? That looks an awful lot like Simons car on the front…

You chalk it up to coincidence, think maybe your manager wanted something a little less bland and more on theme to help liven the place up. It’s probably just some classic car calendar or something.

You don’t realize what it is until a few hours later when you walk by Johnny’s cubicle and something snags your attention. You backpedal, round his desk to look at the calendar pinned to the fabric-lined divider, and freeze, stomach leaping in your chest because that’s you.

That’s you on the hood of Simons car, laid out in your skimpy dress.

What the fuck?

“I think August is my favorite,” a heavily accented voice breathes from behind you. You whirl on him, back pressed to the divider, and stare up in shock at Johnny, grinning down at you impishly.

“Didnae ken they did custom calendars at the supply store. Think we’ll be doin’ these from now on.” He takes a step forward, cages you between him and the divider when he braces a hand on the metal frame. His breathing is heavy, eyes glazed, and the fabric of his button down pulled taught over the bunching muscles in his arms. “Next year though… I think next year should be ye, in that slutty dress, sittin’ pretty on my ride.”

[cherry-writes-yanderes]

Bloodstained

cw: MINORS DNI, dead dove do not eat, gender neutral reader, yandere, noncon/dubcon thigh riding, blood kink, mask kink, light knifeplay, fuck or die lite™️, soft dirty talk, blood, mentions of murder, the reader is brutally stabbed, backstabbing (lol you’ll get it), physical assault, death threats, threat of wound fucking, horny Ghostie

Remember to like & reblog if you enjoy my work~ <3

word count: 1,939

The mist seemed a lot thicker than you remembered.

A constant reminder that you were indeed in the dark, as well as in danger. Especially after some asshole decided to make an offering to thicken it. You’d kill that bastard yourself if you could; but you can’t. You are a survivor, a mouse in the classic game. You couldn’t spill blood other than your own even if you wanted to.

Speaking of a cat and mouse game, you definitely felt like a mouse now. Especially when the cat was right across the dingy hallway, grasping another of your vermin brethren by the throat: Ace.

The man coughed as The Ghost Face held him high against the wall, holding his knife up against the man’s throat. The blade was as long as your forearm, glinting in the crude, broken down lighting of the old manufacturing building you were all thrust into for a trial.

A loud boom sounded through the building; a sacrifice had been completed. The hooks were cruel, and you unfortunately couldn’t get there in time to save your other friend.

You slowly peeked through the crack of the red wardrobe you were currently hiding in, your heartbeat loud in your ears as you heard Ace cough again, you supposed that it meant that Ghostface’s grip was now tighter on the poor man’s throat.

“Where. Are. They?” You heard the masked man’s muffled voice. His breathing was labored; chasing survivors around to murder them was obviously a tiring game. But you knew that the bastard enjoyed it. The last time you were against him he took a crude and bloody photo of you as a “keepsake”, according to him.

“W-Who?!” Ace croaked loudly, his legs kicking out in a weak attempt to try and fight off the black-clad killer.

“(Y/N), you stupid fuck!!” The Ghostface roars as he slams Ace against the wall, making the man nearly crack his skull on the dirty cement. Ace groans, choking and sputtering as he tries to get his bearings again after that attack that clearly made him dizzy. He knew that Ghostface was obsessed with you, stopping at nothing to get near you in every single trial you two were in together. The killer’s never been this angry though, and he was scared that he would get killed early from this crazy fucker. He knew that there was only one way to get out of this, and in the end, it was every man for himself.

You swallow hard has Ace slowly raises a bloody finger, pointing directly at the closet you’ve nestled yourself into. 

“No...” 

Your heart drops into your shoes, the killer slowly turning to face the closet as well. You hear him chuckle as he drops the squirming and injured man, letting him scramble up off of the floor and watch with wide eyes.

His boots sound heavy as they get closer to you, your eyes wide and your heart leaping out of your chest. You knew he was toying with you, there was no way that he ever wanted to go slow at anything. You were supposed to be scared.

The double doors swung open before you could even blink, and without thinking you tried to scamper away as if you even had a chance against him. You screamed as the killer grabbed at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and throwing you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

“Aw now, don’t run off now sweetpea, we’re just gettin’ started!!” Danny laughs as he sits on top of you to stop you from wiggling.

“NO!!!!” You scream out as you see Ace run off, tears streaming down your cheeks at the prospect of being alone with the lunatic that meant you harm. You wiggle harder, managing to break free from under Ghostface for but a fleeting moment before you feel something roughly pierce your shoulder blade... something sharp.

You scream as Ghostface’s knife pierces you, white-hot pain coursing through your body as you feel ribs crack and blood gush from the wound. You can hear him cooing loudly at you over your screaming, but you couldn’t fully understand what was being said. If you were being honest with yourself, you really didn’t care.

“Aww now, hush!!~ It’s gonna be fine! You’re gonna die anyways!” Danny laughs like it’s the funniest joke ever. He swiftly pulls the knife from your back, listening closely to your whimpering and crying.

He flips you over and you can hear him breathing heavily as he grabs your arms and blood gushes from your shoulder blade. “Y’know what, you sweet little thing? I wanna play just a little…” He chuckles, muffled by the mask as well as the blood rushing through your ears. “Ju-Just a little, I promise! That blood is... it’s fuckin’ hot...” He swallows, his mask getting closer to your face the more he speaks.

“Unluckily for you, though-” He grunts as he lays you flat and hovers over you, suddenly grabbing your neck and squeezing.  “You won’t be seeing my handsome face... This time around anyway~” He jokes as you cough and kick hard; a feeble attempt to escape again. You can feel your own sticky blood pooling on the floor from your open wound, and it made your heart beat even faster and your adrenaline flow, your body practically moving on its own.

As you struggle, you hear him softly grunt, as if he didn’t wanna mention what was wrong in that moment. You finally realize, and it’s horrid. In his efforts to cage you in and trap you under him, he had put his knee in between your legs, causing your sudden movements to rub against him. Was he... turned on by this?! What a fucking pervert... You stop in your attempts to move after that realization, opting to try moving your legs up to kick him in any way. That only made it worse, his breathing getting labored as he just watched you eerily with that goddamned mask.

“Hey!!!” He shouted suddenly, slamming your body onto the cold floor and bringing you back up again, holding you close to him. “Who fuckin’ said you could stop?” He asked deeply, his voice deep and smooth but sinister at the same time. The rubber of the mask touched your nose as he stared you down, your body shaking under such a dangerous gaze. He sighs, grabbing your hips as he sits you right on his thigh. You felt even more like a mouse, but now you were in the cat’s jaws.

“Move your hips, baby...” You hear him order, his breath heavy with anticipation. You don’t comply for a moment, staring him down in defiance. “Don’t make me fuck that bloody hole in your back instead, you little bitch.” Danny growls as he reaches around you to poke a finger in your gushing wound to make you squeal, which you do.

This time, you comply, knowing that him getting angrier would lead to a worse fate than this. You slowly move your hips over his toned thigh, your warmth rubbing against the fabric of his bloodstained pants as well as your clothing. Your cheeks were hot, and you had to admit that the friction felt good. But with someone who planned to kill you? Maybe he wouldn’t if you gave him what he wanted...

“That’s it, sweetness... Mm, you’re so warm...” He huffs desperately, his hands gripping your hips hard as he helps you along, pushing you down as he moves his leg for a better angle. “Yeah, that’s it... Good ‘lil baby...” He praises again and again as you ride him, a gentle whimper from the building pleasure escaping your throat without permission. You can feel your body reacting harshly to everything that has happened, truly obvious from the stain that has appeared on The Ghost’s pants. It all happened so fast, your brain was fuzzy. His hips started to hump against you, begging for some kind of attention in the place he needed you most.

You could hear generators being completed and the lights getting brighter. The other survivors were probably wondering where you were, and your heart stung from the thought that they might just leave without you.

Danny watched as you tried to quickly get yourself off, smiling under the mask at how funny this situation was to him. He never thought you would be this obedient... But he liked it. The killer knew that he should have done this sooner if you were going to be this good of a fucktoy!~ Leather gloves grabbed at your cheeks, squishing them and making your moans muffle just a bit as he forced you to grind on him faster. His index finger forces itself into your mouth, rubbing your tongue with vigor as he continues to move you. A twinge of blood from your wound coats your taste buds, and your warmth throbs from how good it tasted. “L-Look, sweetcheeks- mmh- I’m okay with not cumming this time... Just this once, y’hear?? But- shit, you gotta move just a teensy bit faster if you wanna get off by the time this is over!” Ghostface cackles hoarsely, gripping your hips harder still. You moan in response, panic flooding your being with a sense of primal urgency to not only cum, but to get out alive.

You suddenly hear the door alarm; the others had finished with the gens, but still no one was coming for you. You can hear them opening the giant door to escape. Your sense of panic grows, making your hips twitch with both desire and fear. “D’aww.. they’re leavin’ without you, honeybun... so sad!~” Danny croons playfully, groaning softly still as you continue to move on top of him. Your brain freezes over, the fear skyrocketing and making everything more... pleasurable? You weren’t sure how that could happen, but you let out a louder moan as you look down to see the Ghostface’s built thigh under you, rubbing on your precious parts with lust. You moan again, unable to contain the fact that your brain is beginning to melt into nothing with pleasure, your hips finally moving on their own.

Your moans get louder and louder, the indication that you were getting close spurring Ghostface on to grip you tighter, his leg moving in sync with your body to help you along. “That’s it! Cum for me, darling~” The killer calls. Your breaths get heavy, cheeks warm as the feeling building in your tummy finally snaps at his command. Your back arches as you cry out, your broken screams accompanied by the laughter of a psychopath.

“What a good baby!!~ You made me so proud!~” He coos, nuzzling his mask on your cheek as you come down from your high, your legs shaking and your hips twitching. He gushes over you, showing you the stain you left on his pants as well as yours, giving your cheeks a pinch with his leather gloves. You can barely feel anything as Ghostface picks you up, and you wonder if he’s just going to hang you on a hook and fuck you there until the Entity came to claim you. If you were being honest with yourself, you would rather that have happened.

Instead, he drops you right at the gate: wide open and welcoming you through to the other side. As a goodbye until your next trial, Ghostface jabs his finger into your wound, cruelly twisting as you writhe and scream on the ground. He cackles wildly, kicking you right in the gut to get you through the door.

“’Til next time~”

[bump1nthen1ght]

Playing His Game (M!Orc x F!Reader) Part 2

Pairing: Male!Orc x Female! Reader

Warnings: Explicit content under the cut (18+ ONLY), degradation

Request: Would you do a part two for Gramus the orc and the female reader? Like an established relationship but still the same kind of nsfw?

Six months in, you think you and Gramus are officially out of the honeymoon phase.

Don’t misunderstand, the relationship is still amazing, the two of you are still very much obsessed with each other. Conversations aren’t dull, the dates haven’t stopped, and you even discovered you have similar habits of living! This isn’t that slump where he finds out your breath smells rank in the morning or you find out he doesn’t know how to wash whisks and genuinely some magic is lost. No, things are just a little different now.

7 months ago, you’d be opening your door in a sexy outfit, hair done and makeup freshly immaculate, trying to bend the sexiest way possible to get your hot neighbors attention. Now, you’re in one of his big shirts and your comfiest Monday™️ underwear, watching him do the dishes as you sip on a rootbeer float.(He once said he hadn’t drank one since he was 7. You try to make them every date night) Your hair is half-messy, your face is nowhere near camera ready, but damn do you feel hot. And maybe its because you just ate a delicious dinner and don’t have to clean, or because your fine-ass boyfriend is wearing those work pants that fit him just right, but you are unabashadly horny in this moment.

Its why you tip-tap your fingers around his back and onto his stomach, pressing your braless chest against him and taking a deep sniff of his shirt. Gramus chuckles, one hand leaving the dishes to pat your arm.

“What are you doing, love?”

His voice is so deep, always so soft. You love it, but you love it even more when it gets rough.

“Nothing.” You mumble into his tshirt, still rubbing circles into his toned stomach. The mischievous smile on your face says otherwise. “Is it illegal for me to hug my boyfriend?”

“No.” He laughs again, rubbing the back of your palm as he runs a mixing spoon under water. “But you’re a naughty girl, so you always have something up your sleeve.”

“Thats a bold accusation, sir.” You say, giggling into his back. “What proof could you possible have?”

“Well, one of your hands is playing with my waistband, for one.” You laugh again, snapping the fabric of his shorts against him. “And the fact that we had sex 3 times last night, yet you’re still hungry for more.”

“What can I say,” You press a kiss into his back muscles, “I find it hard to control myself around my sexy ass boyfriend. Is that a crime…” You intentionally slow your voice, trying to sound as sultry as possible, “Officer?”

“No,” Gramus wraps a hand around your wrist and, in one quick moment, has flipped you both around, your back now pressed against the counter as he smirks over you, “But I don’t like your attitude, slut.” Gramus other hand comes up and grabs yoru jaw, forcing you to look him right in the eye. The dishes lay forgotten behind you, Gramus mouthing the question “Green?” as his thumb rubs across your cheek.

You nod, licking your lips before pretending to struggle in his grip. “I guess you’ll have to correct my behavior, sir. If you can handle me.” You quickly yank your wrist out of his hand, trying to use his gentleness against him and take off toward your bedroom. But Gramus is used to your naughty tricks by now, pivoting your inertia to a nearby cabinet and slamming you (as sweetly as possible) up against it. He uses his body weight to press down and keep you still, though you fretfully play-struggle some more. He kisses his teeth, chiding your failed attempt.

“Nice try, but you’re gonna have to use more of those whore brain cells of yours to get passed me.” Using his forearm, Gramus keeps you pressed against the cabinet while he reaches down and undoes his belt. The clink of it falling to the ground sends goosebumps down your arms, a familiar slickness pooling in your sweatpants. “Now, I expect you to make up for your insurbordination. Maybe I’ll be genereous and even fuck you after.” Gramus doesn’t need any force to push you down on your knees, your mouth already salivating at the prominent bulge in his pants. Those blue boxer briefs you got him the other day strain in between his open fly, making you wet your lips.

“I guess I have to work extra hard.” You pout, looking up at him with all the sluttiness in your arsenal. “After all, that cock looks really big.”

“Damn right, bitch.” Gramus digs his hand into your hair and yanks you forward, shuffling down his underwear and stroking his cock twice. The tip of it taps your lips and you can’t fight the urge to lap at the leaking slit. Gramus’ thumb yanks open your bottom lip, slapping his head against your eager tongue. “That’s right, down on your knees. Where you belong.”

Despite his brutal words, Gramus gently slides his cock down your throat. He waits for your eyes to widen and your head to nod before he slides deeper and deeper, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

Such a softie. You think, wondering how you became so lucky to have him.

Gramus always makes the cutest faces during blowjobs. His closes his eyes and scrunches up his nose. Even when his big hands yank on your hair or his hips fuck into your face, you can’t help but think he looks so damn adorable.

Drool slips down your jaw as Gramus slots himself into your mouth all the way to the base. You give yourself an imaginary pat on the back as Gramus begins gently thrusting. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, I love this mouth.” Gramus pants, rubbing his thumb across your jaw. “You know how to make me feel good, huh? Fucking whore.” Gramus gently slaps your cheek, just enough to make a sound but not enough to actually hurt. He mouths a timid “Green?” again, to which you nod. He could honestly hit your harder, but you know he prefers not to risk it.

Balls slap against your chin as Gramus picks up the pace, pulling the hand away from your face and leaning it against the countertop. The leverage allows him to move his hips even further, to pound the back of your throat. The gargle of cock in your mouth combined with Gramus grunts make your pussy ache. You decide to sneak one of your hands up his leg while the other goes down to your cunt. The schlick of your wetness is obvious, obvious enough to make Gramus chuckle.

“You’re such a cock-hungry bitch, huh? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already soaked.” You don’t rebut, instead using your tongue to lick up and down Gramus cock as it goes in out of your mouth. The countertop squeaks from Gramus nails clawing across them. He licks his chapped lips. “Probably want my cum huh? You’d probably swallow if I shot my load down your throat, wouldn’t you?” You nod eagerly, looking so debauched with bruised lips. Gramus smirks, but surprises you when he abruptly pulls out, leaving you gasping. He yanks on your hair, forcing you to stand and leave your pussy unattended. Panting, you look up at him with wide eyes. “Too bad I make the decisions around here.”

Gramus easily turns you around and bends you over the counter. He rips down your shorts with a single hand as he strokes his cock, whistling as he spreads open your pussy lips with two fingers. “Gods be damned, you are wet.” You don’t need assistance in opening your legs, Gramus easily sliding his dick across your wet folds, just catching on your clit. “I guess it’s for the best, wouldn’t want to break you. Though,” Between words Gramus shoves his cock to the hit inside you, stralignt he breath out of your chest, “ I bet you’d like that.”

While you’d typically respond with some snarky banter to keep the roleplay im lime, you find all you're capable of is a whimper as Gramus begins pounding your cunt. His calloused hands dig into your hips as he pulls you back onto his pelvis, nails leaving small half-moons on the skin. He slaps your ass hard and fast, pawing at the curve before hitting it again. You can only imagine how he throws his head hack, grunting with each hump, as your face is pressed into the cool countertop.

Gramus cock brutalizes your g-spot, his sweaty balls slapping against your clit with every thrust. The burn of his thick dick stretching you open makes your toes curl, some drool leaking out of your open mouth. Sparks fly up and down your abdomen and you know your lower back is gonna hurt tomorrow.

“F-fuck.” A throaty purr comes from Gramus mouths, slapping your ass again. He’s told you once before that he loves the way it jiggles, that it almost makes him cum every time. You wiggle your hips and push them onto his pelvis, getting another groan and a slap to your ass cheek. “Cheeky little thing.” He mutters under his breath.

“You know you l-love it.” You stutter, finally getting enough wits about you to back talk. But with drool all down the side of your flushed face, you doubt it's very intimidating.

“Damn right I do. Shit!” The knot in your abdomen winds tighter and tighter, Gramus flurried hips telling you that he’s also getting close. A thick palm circles around and grabs you by the throat, pulling you up while arching your back. “Say my name.” Gramus whispers in your ear, the pads of his fingers digging into your jugular. “Scream it.”

With your pussy clenching and your cervix as sore as it is, you doubt you could do anything but scream.

“Gramus! Gramus!” You yell, that knot finally snapping. Gramus shouts another “Fuck!” As your pussy puts him a vice grip, giving a couple more stuttered thrusts before cumming inside you.

You collapse onto the counter, your heavy breath fogging up the cool top. You can feel Gramus sweat dripping down onto your back, his head now laid in between your should blades as he catches his breath. A trickle of his cum runs down you legs, leaving a warm feeling in your gut.

“Damn,” Gramus mumbles into you back. “I forgot about the pans on the stove top.”

You sluggishly turn your head to the left, seeing the messy pot you used for spaghetti sauce tonight’s dinner. You chuckle.

“Sorry, I guess I was too distracting, huh?”

Gramus press a kiss into the center of your back, pulling his softened cock out of you.

“Trust me, it was a welcome distraction.”

Gramus presses another soft kiss to your lips, pulling up his pants and redoing his belt. He then runs a paper towel under hot water and begins wiping away at your legs, cleaning off the slow drying cum. A warm hand rubs your lower back.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

You sigh, shimmying up your underwear.

“Nope,” You give Gramus a peck in the cheek. “I think that was just right.”

[dropoutfailure]

(prev anon) also for what it worth.. throwing my hat into the ring for chaser dad. love the idea of a dad being fascinated by his kid crafting their own masculinity and him being unexpectedly turned on by that. also maybe bi dad who never acknowledged his attraction towards guys but has to grapple with it when his trans son is like. Undeniably A Dude™️ and hes still hard for him

fuck yea, they're both discovering something new about themselves when they explore each other's bodies. something vulnerable to share with each other 💘

although for that particular post / poll I was thinking kinda toxic dadson, so - chaser dad is horny + pathetic + desperate for trans boy pussy. he's very into trans men from discovering ftm porn and initially panics when his son actually starts testosterone, because he didn't take him seriously at all when he first came out. dad has never fucked a trans guy before but really fucking wants to. but... that's his son. he shouldn't... he wouldn't? surely it's unrealistic, he couldn't. but maybe it's a blessing in disguise? he starts trying to repair their emotionally distant relationship and talks to his son more often, wanting to know more about his transition and changes. :) and he tries to tell himself he has no ulterior motives, but can't help being rock hard as he looks his son over - his new facial hair, his voice that's starting to change as he talks, and so much more that he can't see but really fucking wants to. he's curious about the changes in smell, body hair growth, and especially bottom growth and libido!! god he wants to suck him off and be the first to make him cum see how his son's t-dick looks at least! but yknow... that might be strange to ask... unless he can disguise it as a male bonding thing?? <- scheming

and the son can tell something is up - his dad suddenly gives him a lot of attention, but it feels off... like he's being treated like a boyfriend not a son? is that weird? but the attention feels so fulfilling! he's never been close with his dad, so he craves the affection, not to mention he's starting to get horny from the testosterone and they're both adults with needs, so might as well buy into the whole "69ing is like a normal widespread male bonding thing" even if he knows it's bs

[therhythmafterthesummer]

BIG BIG BIGGGGGGGG (Horny) brain idea.

Minho “catches” (she was settling herself up for his reaction) Kitten reading one of her smutty little romance books and he makes her read it aloud while he reenacts those things on her. So however, whatever, and what position the mmc is touching the fmc that’s what he’s doing. Omg if there was a blowjob scene he’d take over for her so he could instruct her what to do. Babes I’m drooling

He’d get drunk on her stumbling over her words…and maybe record the little “audiobook” for later private usage

(Inspo from the porn where women try to read aloud while hooked up to sex toys if you’ve ever seen that genre before)

-🥝 I feel like it’s been a moment since I’ve had a Mitten©️ Thought™️ of this caliber

BARK BARK BARK BARK WOOF WOOF WOOF....

yes. excellent Thought. i can totally imagine Minho going "ohhhh, this is what you're reading when you don't answer my texts??? huh, look at that... that's very... creative.... actually, you know what? what if...." and ofc she's vibrating with excitement.

she'd try so so very hard to keep her voice steady while he's working magic between her legs but it's sooo hard ))): when he's so good )))): "Minho, baby..." she'd stop midway and he'd pull away with a quick "nuh-uh, keep going. at least until the chapter's done, hm?" and honestly they'd just have sooooo much fun.

[shizukateal]

Just curious about smth, what do you think of Madoka’s entry on the Feminist Fantasy trope page on TV Tropes?

Well, the first thing to understand about me is that I find this kind of question -"Is This Piece of Fiction/Media Feminist™️?"- to be rather facetious.

Don't get me wrong. There are indeed pieces that engage centrally with the ideology, and that could be considered above most as proponents of it, but the thing is that capital f Feminism is very wide-spanning because it's supposed to be intersectional. It tackles every system of oppression, from economic to sociological: racism, ableism, class, labor, lookism, queerphobia, you know the drill. Which is to say that there's hardly, if ever, a "perfect" Feminist Fantasy piece of fiction/media. And this is because, and I want you to burn what I'm about to write into your soul:

Fiction cannot take into account every nuance of the subjects it talks about. If it could, it would be reality.

Or, to get to the point quicker: I don't think PMMM is The Most™️ feminist anime around, but I also don't think it should be dismissed from feminist discussion, since it certainly engages with the ideology at least a bit further than most of its peers in the genre, although this is not to say that we should dismiss those others instead.

To be honest, I think "feminism" as a theme is secondary in the story to Gen Urobuchi's usual fixation on utilitarianism, but that's a whole other issue that would require me to watch his entire filmography to talk about. So let's go first into the "Feminist Whoopsies™️" that I think the show commits and work our way from there.

In episode 9 Kyubey explains that the Incubators chose Magical Girls as their workforce because they noticed the biggest fluctuations of Hope and Despair in "females in their second stage of development", which is a fancy way of saying that Teenage Girls Are The Most Emotional. Now, there's a lot of space for us to question this assertion because of Kyubey's status as both a very unreliable narrator and a metaphor for systems of oppression. We don't know if the Incubators came to this conclusion because they groomed humanity into adopting gender roles or if the writing staff of PMMM thinks that this is unquestioningly true and Kyubey is supposed to be objectively correct here, or some in-between. The show doesn't go deep into this aspect of its mythology, it can't, it has only 12 episodes to work with and more pressing issues in the plot to resolve. However, regardless of intention or not, in the end PMMM leaves us with an understanding of the concept of "femininity" that is couched, on some level, in the biological, and which promotes an unfair stereotype of women as emotional. And this is antithetical to modern feminism at its core, which goes against biological determinism. There are also no explicitly trans characters around to defy this pov, ironically only Kyubey defies the constraints of the gender binary in their presentation, which opens another can of worms about the Nonbinary Alien archetype.

Then we have Madoka's parents, a girlboss and a malewife respectively. I have the feeling that their inversion of gender roles was on purpose, in line with making Junko (the mom) Madoka's most reliable voice of reason and close confidant and thus giving her a level of relevance and depth rarely seen in mother characters. Feminism win! However, for all its talk about systems of oppression the story doesn't question, say, if this model of nuclear family, where only one parent is allowed to have a life outside of their home and who possibly controls the bulk of the income is healthy in its own right, or if Junko's corporate girlbossing might be reproducing the same exploitation on her company's workers than that of Kyubey on magical girls. We could also have a lengthy debate about how much horny is involved in Mami's presentation. And if you want to go further into Magia Record and it's representation of women of color, well... it's not ideal.

But to leave it at that, tagging the whole show as Not Feminist Enough™️ and therefore not worthy of consideration on its ideas on the subject, would be reductive and dare I say anti-intellectual. I stand by what I say above, but I don't think that episode 9 dialogue had any bad intentions. I think it was simply a solution to a narrative question -why would the incubators use young girls exclusively?- that failed to consider all of the implications. And we can appreciate it as it is and what it brings to what PMMM has to say in the feminist conversation -"Young girls are vulnerable to getting targeted by systems that pity them against eachother so their suffering can propel the agenda of their oppressors"- without dismissing the other concerns as superfluous. Turns out, truths can coexist sometimes.

The magical girl genre as a whole is not clean of sin against the feminist movement, either. Magical girl shows are generally noninclusive to fat people if not outright fatphobic, same with poc and disabled people, or they crowbar their female leads into romantic het relationships with male leads that can go anywhere from bland to absolutely rancid, etc. HOWEVER, the genre is also a space that shows "femininity" (the concept beyond biological determinism) with respect, agency, power, as aspirational and heroic, and it has also allowed for a non-negligible amount of queer rep. But if we see an uptick in well-represented feminist themes in the genre it's both because people are demanding it and because it sells. Concerns about woke capitalism aside, this progress can't happen if we don't engage with imperfection. Don't forget that this genre was born largely from a shonen manga where the joke is that the girl loses her clothes during her transformation only to put on a heart-shaped boob window!

I could also go on a tirade on how Kill la Kill fits into this discussion, but to stay focused I will say this: sometimes media can't be shoved into the progressive vs regressive boxes. Sometimes a story contains a bit of both and it's no use to try and measure what it has more of. Sometimes we have to put on the adult pants and analyze shit to have conversations that can actually help us be better in the future, not just to check on who passes our mental Hayes Code! If a piece of media contains these multitudes it's much more useful to ask what we can get out of it instead of which box we can get it in. Because PMMM was never going to be The Last Show Involved With The Question of Feminism, nor was it gonna be Kill la Kill, nor Sailor Moon or anything else. Grab my hand and let's enjoy consuming media consciously.

[napkinscrawls]

CoD MW snippet is 100th post!🎉

Streamer!AU | Gaz x reader x Price | tortured chat™️ | reader is from Essex | gn!reader | fat!reader | privacy king Price | ft. Horny Mod!Soap & Lurking Mod!Ghost. 🎮

Sitting next to your boyfriend & co-streamer Gaz in front of the camera as the 2 of you bullshit your way through another "couch co-op" game. The gimick of your joint channel being that you are actually sat on a comfy sofa together in a room that is bathed in soft lighting. A juxtaposition to the chaotic bits you would 'yes and' eachother through. Your tablet as always is on the nearby sidetable as the Chat scrolls by. They're making more jokes about how Gaz sheould watch out for the ledge he already fell off.

He doesn't fall anymore than you in games, but the Chat has already decided it is a pattern. Custom emotes for it & everything.

Another thing the Chat enjoys is when "the Captain" is spotted in the edges of the webcam, an middle aged white man with muttonchops, a bulk of soft muscle, & a gruff voice that the Chat goes beserk for. The 2 of you are very firm about privacy & handle the balance of genuine banter without giving away any details. (With the help of some very active mods bleaching any semblance of overstepped boundaries.)

Gaz & you have always behaved as a couple publicly, but this 3rd in the house was too hot mysterious for the anonymous watchers to ignore. Especially when both of you fawn over him whenever he is brought up & that he is exclusively referred to as 'the Captain'. Chat was torn between wanting him carnally & wanting either of you or Gaz to be with him. Most of the comments were all in good fun but if taken too far the offending accounts were banned with no chance of appeal. The private mod chat was filled with jokes at how the Chat has somehow not considered Polyamory.

A hand slides into frame to replace your empty bottle & on cue the chat fills with a mix of 👀 & custom quokka emotes (the channel's mascot with no resemblance to the elusive Captain). You catch the movement, turning to smile up at the off-camera man.

"Thanks babes" A familiar petname, vague enough to passed off as platonic but those who know you know that's not how you use it.

Without missing a beat the Captain replies by ducking just into the top of frame & planting a kiss square on your lips. The kiss was firm, blistering but brief. Resetting your train of thought when all you had expected was the usual dismissive hair ruffling & to see John retreat with reddened ears. The Captain was not one for PDA on the internet, knew too well how long something can be preserved online. Instead you were now hiding your flushed face behind your fresh drink. You barely register the "no problem luv".

The mods do not stop the Chat's responses this time because they are right there in the flood of reactions. '3 o'clock, Gaz.' 'Where's my kiss?'

Gaz saw the last comment as he sipped his own drink, unphased by what just happened to his left. Clearing his throat before the Captain could get halfway out of the room, Gaz cranes his head round just as you lean towards your dropped controller.

"Always told me not to half-arse a job, Sir." His voice tainted with the smile plastered on his face.

A small hum of consideration can just about be picked up on the mic before the muffled footsteps bring the lower half of the Captain back into view. "Wouldn't dream of it." Is mumbled dryly but Gaz gets his matching kiss too. Gaz beams up at the man who claps him on the shoulder & ambles away once more, chuckling softly to himself. Cat's out of the bag.

You both share a silent look.

"Aite, you ready mate?" Your words snap Gaz out of his smugness, face immediately falling into a heartbroken wide-eyed stare at you.

You purse your lips to stifle your laughter & shrug your eyebrows at him, feigning ignorance.

"Don't call me that." His small voice is genuinely heartbreaking. "I worked too hard to be back at 'mate' again."

He really had. You'd started out as friends, it took him years to convince you to move north & into this house. Even then you did not believe this charming voice actor with a strangle hold on his social media wanted to be with you. Like you weren't a powerhouse yourself; a well-loved gaming streamer with a sharp wit & vicious sense of humour. (Sure you had faced the far too common fatphobia from using a webcam online, but it was balanced out with so many goodnatured glittery fancams that had done more to make you feel like part of gaming community than any award could.) John had moved in later but has known Gaz far longer. Initially John swore he was just a security worker, though eventually confided in you about his side job he had that insane microphone for pays far better.

You break out into a snort, taking a moment to compose yourself. Neither of you are paying attention to the riot happening in the Chat. Which now is lead your vocal mod 'BarkitBubbles' begging Gaz to give him a chance & that he has spare room(in his bed). The other mod '1134209' is silently allowing various comments out of the auto-filter that he deems funny (mainly jokes about BarkitBubbles). It's absolute bedlam.

You're too preoccupied with regaining the upper hand in this game of chicken. Gaz continues to weaponise his puppydog eyes. Fuck. Why was he born with such beautiful brown eyes. You're going to crumble. No, you can't lose to both John & Gaz today.

Managing to think of something, you rest your arm on the back of the sofa & tuck your legs under your plush thighs. "So you think you should outrank the Captain now?"

Gaz freezes for a second, his eyes flit between yours & the now closed door. Even without the Captain in the room he had to word this carefully. "...no... we're all equal in... this house..." He says tentatively, knowing he had a trap to dodge.

Your smile from earlier returns. "Good save, babes." Leaning in, you reward him with a soft kiss, & the 2 of you break into laughter. Gaz grabbing your face to pepper you with more kisses in return.

In the still speeding chat a 1st follower icon accompanies the comment "Court-martial avoided." by someone with the username 'Come_on_Down".

[konigsblog]

May I request more gremlin reader? Like taking shirts or something because Gremlin wants to have something of König's?

gremlin reader thots™️ ...

you steal his shirts to smell his cologne... nothing else! totally not the fact that könig will be fucking you relentlessly at the sight of you; draped in his clothes.

you love to be a tease, it's almost in your nature to be this cruel. könig despises you for it, how you distract him from the stacks of reports piling up on his office desk. they should've been handed in yesterday, but the sensation of your hands trailing down his brute chest, and the sweet melody of your voice was overwhelming and almost frustrating for könig. he could barely focus, an energetic thing like you -- almost like a puppy -- of course, needed some form of entertainment.

könig was left without a choice. the feeling of his balls tightening and his dick throbbing was extremely painful, and you weren't giving up, giggling when he grunted or complained about your neediness. the sight of you in his clothes already had him flushed, desperate and horny, but watching you dip your fingers into your panties was all too much for him to comprehend.

your back laid against the wooden desk, laying atop of papers, reports and files and all sorts of important material. he stuffed his cock deep inside you, girthy and thick and enough to silence his greedy, attention whore... eyes rolled back and mouth open with pleasure dripping from your cunt, fucking your stupid and slapping your face, adoring that fucked-out smile.

“you don’t listen, nein? no, of course you don't... such a needy girl, a little attention seeking whore... is that it, ja? just a stupid fucking girl, my dear?”

[iheartchv]

Sweet and Salty (18+ TOC x F! Reader)

Your turtle boyfriend has been taking care of you and your needs, always putting you first. Tonight you want to take care of him and give him the same treatment.

I wanted to get this out of my head so im sorry if its not perfect. 🙈I'm such a horny heathen™️

Your turtle beau had just returned from patrol. It was a quick night and he wanted nothing more than to be with you. You smiled and crossed to your bedroom window as he entered your room. You tiptoed to entangle your arms behind his head, bringing him down to your lips into a warm welcoming kiss.

"Baby, I've been thinking..."

"What? What is it?"

It was hard to think with his hands all over you. His touch always set your body on fire. It felt good, but this wasn't about you at this moment. You wanted to show him how much you loved, cared, and appreciated him, simple and straight to the point.

"I don't get to show you how much I love you."

His hands rested at your hips. His eyes softened and a small smile spread across his lips. He dropped a kiss on your forehead.

"Sweetheart, you do. Everyday."

"What I mean is... I want to spoil you"

"Oh? What do have in mind?" he asked giving you a devilish grin.

"I'll just show you." you grinned back at him with bedroom eyes. "But first I need you to take off your gear and shoes, please."

"Yes, ma'am." he said in a teasing voice. He takes off straps and ninja gear, letting them drop to the ground with a thud. After tugging his shoes off, he steps closer to you.

"Now what?"

"Sit on my bed, make yourself comfy"

He did as you asked, waiting for your next command. When you started to strip you could see his eyes widen, but then the sexiest smirk grew on his face. That wasn't the only thing growing; you could see the bulge there that was straining against the fabric of his pants. You could hear a groan escaping from him as he stared at your naked form. His eyes darkened with a lustful desire that burned you to your very soul.

You stood between his spread thighs and kissed him one more time before tracing your lips along his jawline and down his neck. Next, your tongue ran over his pebbled green skin, and your hands and nails raked over his shoulders, his muscled arms, and down his sides. His moans mixed with a satisfied sigh that rumbled in his throat. You could feel your insides clenching and getting wet already.

"That feels so good, baby." he moaned. He shuddered when you found that one spot that made him feel weak. He was putty in your hands now.

After exploring every inch of his top half, your eyes sparkled for what was to come. You smirked up at him as you sunk down on your knees. "Let's get rid of these, shall we?"

He lifted his hips and helped slide the pants/shorts down to his ankles, kicking them to the side. You eyed his twitching cock and licked your lips, preparing yourself to take him to the edge of ecstasy. You'd be lying if this didn't turn you on; you probably was enjoying this more than Leo/Raph/Donnie/Mikey.

"Try not to squirm~♡"

You held his hardened length in your hand and slowly lowered your head down. Your tongue pressed at the tip and twirled around it. The quick intake of breath from above let you know that he was already getting worked up. You then took the head into your mouth, licking and sucking in the process. Your hands ran over his thighs and down to his calves, the parts of him you hadn't touched yet.

"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy gawwwwd" he moaned. "More, baby. Don't stop"

You then started pumping his dick while bobbing your head up and down; you knew what he liked. One of his hands slid behind your head and entangled his thick fingers through your hair. This urged you onward, doing whatever you could to taste and tease and take as much of him as you could.

After a while his shell touched the mattress as his eyes closed in pure pleasure. His hands gripped the sheets because he didnt want to hurt you by bucking his hips making you choke on his cock, even though he wanted to. He whimpered when you stopped for a moment... just to tease him before doing it all again, wanting to drive him crazy. It worked because he started pleading when he caught a glimpse of you touching yourself.

"Can I taste you? Please?" he panted and begged.

You stopped your ministrations and straddled his face when he laid back down. Meanwhile your mouth went to take his cock in again, using your tongue to tease him. Meanwhile he licked and sucked your wetness. You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations through him. Hearing him moan turned you on so much you secretly hoped that he would relieve you, too. You were already so close, and proceeded to suck and bob your head faster, wanting him to cum.

"Oh, god, Y/N, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Me too~!"

You let it all out, screaming as he drank your orgasm. As you came, he exploded in your mouth, letting out a loud string of moans and curses. You swallowed as much of his cum as you could. He cleaned you up as well, licking you clean of your creamy essence. Taking a breather, he chuckled as he sat up and turned you around to sit in his lap.

"That was amazing, baby." he praised you in a breathless tone. "I didn't know I needed that."

You softly giggled and kissed him deep. You could taste yourself along with him on your tongue. It was sweet and salty. Such an interesting taste, strange but not unpleasant.

"We taste so good together, dont we?"

"Yeah... thanks, sweetie. You're the best."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[piratefishmama]

piratefishmama, do you have any a/b/o Steddie thots you're willing to share tonight?

hmmmm thots. thinking many thots. big and little thots, lesseeee

Beta!Eddie introducing Omega!Steve to the wonders of the BDSM world, explaining to him that actually, it's the sub who's in charge in any scene.

That it doesnt matter what the outside dynamic looks like, no matter what happens, the Sub can end things immediately with just a single word. They are in charge, a doms job is just to guide them through their fantasy, take care of them and give them everything they ask for, everything they need. A doms job is to give them the safe space to be able to get what they need and to take care of them afterwards.

and Steve, as an Omega, he's always felt like he had no control, always felt like he was being taken, like sex was being done to him and he was just there for the ride because alphas can be absolute assholes during sex. he wants it. he wants to experience control, wants everything to be on his terms, his wants, his desires, he wants it so bad the entire house smells like Omega want, the scent building as Eddie explains in that voice that drives Steve and his stupid horny little inside voice absolutely insane.

No beta should have a voice like that, and yet. There's Eddie.

Unfortunately, Eddie's only explaining it because Steve was curious, he still has absolutely no idea that Steve would very much like to climb him like a tree cause despite Steve stinking up the whole house with want and lust and gimmie your dick oh my god, omega pheromones do nothing to him so he's just there, explaining things to him like a Good Friend™️ and Steve's just mentally climbing up the walls.

[nozunhinged]

I kind of forgot tumblr is literally my brain-vomit site and I've been brooding over these thoughts since I switched from manga/webtoons to TV shows which is a little over a year now. This is not about any show specifically, this is just me while scrolling through any BL story synopsis.

I'm not gonna claim or act like I researched this or used some form of degree knowledge to write this down, this is just me rambling based on what I remember.

Alrighty. The good old term Yaoi.

Once used to describe a plotless manga genre to live out the creative freedom that was limited by classic Japanese storytelling structures and today used as a mocking term for outdated tropes in the BL genre — by me mainly. Because for me it's the perfect word for stale, overused tropes that imho can just leave. As to why, we need a little historic context.

First of all, the Yaoi genre wasn't even intended for the telling of queer stories. It is literally a portmanteau of "no climax, no point, no meaning". The main content of those stories was sex and it was men who fucked. Why? No clue. And also — contrary to bara, the nsfw manga genre for "real gay men" — the main audience turned out to be heterosexual women. Why? Also no clue. Doesn't matter because what's important (TO ME) is what happened after.

Tried and tested literacy around Yaoi developed after the genre grew in popularity and it turned out that most of the audience liked their men toxic, harassing and violent. So of course the literary structure would develop to cater to those characteristics. They would sell. But we're definitely not where we were 20 years ago, especially not the queer community.

Also, what I hated the most, there was always, always some kind of excuse needed as to why the protagonists needed to fuck 1. a lot 2. and nasty. And the EASIEST way out was always some form of toxic assholery. A person (nevertheless a couple) simply being horny because they — 😱 — just liked fucking? Nah, that was just for the straights. I absolutely hated that and still do.

And while we have Yaoi A LOT (if not everything) to thank for we have today in terms of queer asian media, I feel like just because it is historically relevant, sticking to it gives boomer energy. The genre flourished so beautifully in the last decade that I feel that it's almost a disgrace to stick to the old ways.

Back then (until today) the criticism and backlash regarding the rise of Yaoi was HUGE, especially within the (japanese) queer community that Yaoi Manga have nothing to do with real life, queer experiences. Until today there's a massive issue with women fetishizing gay men. And I feel like we keep forgetting that part.

Even the term "Boys Love" was coined to move away from its worsening image. And thanks to who? The Gays™️ of course.

Because the core audience of Yaoi may have been het women including all the issues that came with it, but also a lot of young queers found a safe space in this genre. (Including meeee)

They started making their own stories. The vast landscape of queer stories we have today, especially in BL, is thanks to them slowly but surely finding their voices. And I adored watching that development. I personally loved the emotional explorations in shounen ai as well as the nasty fucking in Yaoi, but they rarely overlapped back then. Today, there is literally everything you can choose from, be it gay vampires, gay salarymen, gay princesses and my personal favorite, gay autistics (who would've guessed 🙄). And I love it here sooooo much.

So yes, it may be seem all cool and smart to be well-versed in a tried and tested genre and make use of certain literary structures that developed with it, but the criticsm of it all should not be forgotten. And why the genre was renamed into "BL" in the first place. Replicating toxic tropes without reflecting on it just feels lazy to me and doesn't match our current times. There are a million ways to make toxic tropes work without feeding off of outdated power imbalances.

My favorite example for this is VegasPete. These two were the whole textbook of toxic, from stockholm syndrome to psychological warfare to dramatic apologies to even trying to end their lives. But the storytelling made it work. They were equally insane, complimenting each others crazy while being toxic AF. Even KinnPorsche were toxic on so many levels but it was great. Hell even KimPorchay had their own little version of toxicity and it was perfect.

We got from "no plot" to shows like these and I think that is fucking awesome. So why stick to the old stuff?

And by that I don't mean you shouldn't like or enjoy Yaoi-tropey shows/novels, enjoy whatever the fuck you want who am I to tell anyone that. I mean at the end of the day we're all just here because we fucking love watching the queers eat each others faces, aren't we.

But wanting to move on and have other, different stories without the assholery we have to deal with on a daily basis by real life humans is my way to go and I will forever defend that. I actually like the wholesome polished stuff Thailand makes. And everything else too. The more range, the better!

So please just let the queers do whatever they want on screen without inventing the dumbest reasons for it! Let them fuck, snuggle, giggle, fight, kill, whatever the heck they want, just because. That's the magic of a flourishing genre. Now make it all gay. Like Pit Babe (by that I mean the car racing part lol). And if you really need to give me a reason as to why someone is horny on main 24/7 (or not), I feel like I can expect a little more brains than just "well he's traumatized so he acts like an asshole with a heart of stone and compensates it with fucking (or not) instead of going to therapy"— no more of that pls. At least for me.

TLDR; I'll forever use the term Yaoi to describe lazy storytelling because we live in an era where you don't need to tell me why you want to fuck nasty and especially not if the reason is that you're an emotionally constipated asshole. And I think that is absolutely amazing.

[zhongrin]

*madly giggles reading horny thoughts at 12pm*

Now, now. Let me share the few I have written… idk if this will ever see the light of day otherwise (I mean where… how would I even post it, it's just me and my horny hormones… and I'm glad I can drag you into this >:D /bonked)

You know how Alhaitham isn’t exactly the most expressive man? But he tries. He tries so hard for you. It hasn’t been an easy road, but once you’re in his heart, he would spoil you every day if he could.

Now. You’ve moved into his house for a few months now, and there are a few things he has noticed about your behavior leading up to your period.

Filth incoming!

You’ve always been rather clingy when you’re alone with him, but he notices that you’d cling onto him even more than usual around one week before your period comes.

He may act aloof, but he actually likes it when you press your body—especially your breasts—against his arms or back. His claims of not liking physical touch really don’t apply to you.

You’d also request more frequent rough fucking. He doesn’t mind, not at all. If anything, he seems a tad bit overeager.

Once, he decided he’d tease you by barely touching you while (awkwardly) dirty talking. He’s amazed at how wet you get from his fumbling words.

He later (correctly) concluded that the closer you are to your period, the more intense your voice kink gets. Just his groans beside your ear and his breathing on your neck can flip your switch.

He tries to be more verbally expressive in bed after arriving at that conclusion, and boy, hoooo boy, once he got the hang of dirty talking, you can’t help but just spread your legs for him every time he calls you (pet) names, inviting him to pleasure himself using your body however he wants.

Yep, he asked for reference books to further improve his dirty talk. You shyly gave him your list of favorite adult short stories. He gobbled them all up over a Saturday and indulged in your fantasies the whole Sunday morning. (Kaveh gave up banging on the door in protest. He spent that day lounging at Puspa Café.)

One of said fantasies includes you getting tied onto the bed with vines from his Vision wrapping tightly around your forearms, a silk blindfold, and his tongue inside your mouth. His hands grip your hips to keep you in place beneath him, your legs spread wide as he slightly lifts your ass up so you can’t buck into his thrusts. You’re just a helpless toy for him to use as his cumdump, both sweet praises and degrading names whispered against your bruised lips. Needless to say, you needed to wear long sleeves for a few days after that.

His aftercare though. ;w; He’s practically at your beck and call after every intense, hours-long session. Water? No worries, there’s always a pitcher ready in your room, “just in case,” he said. Lots of cases had happened. Food? He’d make it himself if he could. But your favorite is just lying on his chest, listening to his breathing and sleepy rambles, one of his arms pulling your sweaty body against his while his free hand caresses your skin.

Uh-huh. Yep. Period hormones, encouraged by Azeru content. Tysm--

i was debating whether i should answer this privately but wtf bestie you need to share these thots with the world they're so good slhdfklsjdlkfjlksdjlkf oh m y g od

"His claims of not liking physical touch really don’t apply to you."

me, whose (giving) love language is physical touch: THANK ARCHONS

dear lord this hits home so hard... his voice (and zhongli's) does things™️ to me... idk what is it about voices... why do i have a voice kink this is unfair

al haitham with his vision... makes me think of zhongli with his vision ueuhuejdheudjeh stone shackles... little geo egg vibrators... archons risu look what you've done to me i'm brainrotting unholy thoughts now help-

his aftercare... oohhhh him and zhongli. kings of aftercare really. i imagine zhongli in particular loves pillow talk. asks you about whether you're satisfied and if you're okay. tells you how good you were being and how much he enjoyed the session. lots of praises and kisses and all the while being smothered within his arms...

random sidetrack i found this one guy who also does n.sfw asmr recently (not genshin related tho, and his style is different from azeru who is basically jp r18 drama cd-esque) and his voice.... ohhh my goddd the rumbles. the deep rumbles. and he does... quite a few... dark content.... and his dirty talking and the way he coos over the listener is really... hsdlfkjsdf listen to it if you have time: soft sample // spicy sample

[rory-multifandom-mess]

TOTAL DRAMA OC POSTING NO WAAAY Hello this is Chip he is a dumb little scrungle i came up with because i thought i’d be funny if someone with the name of chip was there when Lindsay called Chris “Chip” and got confused. Info dump on him is under the cut cos I feel like it lmaoo

- Was in Total Drama Island and Total Drama World Tour - Became friends with Cody and Noah (because they need more recognition (especially Cody)), and in extension, Owen  - He was like… the chill one of the two - y’know like that one meme  - Noah = No energy, Cody = Too much energy, Chip = Calm energy  - He’d probably get kicked off the show through a loophole/just because Chris said so (example: DJ in Island and Action [kicked off because he got scared without chef even being there in Island, literally quit in Action because he didn’t wanna lie anymore] - Was the only one actively trying to get Noah to play in a kind manner cos he knew he’d get voted off if they lost - He failed obv - Probably would get kicked off some time after Cody in S1 (probably after Beth) - As I said before, he’d always get confused whenever Lindsay would say “Chip” instead of “Chris” - Heather attempted to get him to join the alliance, but he immediately denied her - Everyone at first pegged him for the athletic type but hey were, in fact, wrong LMAO - In World Tour, he was in Team Amazon along with Cody. They’re the only two guys in the team - He’d get kicked off before Sierra was technically booted - Sierra never really liked him because Cody payed more attention to him than he did her (i think that’s one of the reasons why she didn’t like Gwen ether) - After Gwen got kicked, Sierra’s hate focus was on Chip, which highkey scared him - He was to Cody how Noah was to Owen (telling Cody to get Sierra to go away no matter what cos she was crazy (Noah did the same with Owen and Izzy)) - He never actually sang when it was a big group of them singing. instead he just mouthed the words to convince Chris that he was actually singing - that i think is how he got kicked; Chris found out he’s been pretending and was like “u sly bitch. leave” KSHDKB - Had a good singing voice, but much like Cody, he was shy to sing (obv his singing isn’t NEARLY as good as Cody’s)

(ok enough with just show things, personality stuff time KSJDKBS) - Like I said before, he’s a chill and easygoing guy, easy to get along with - Wasn’t really looking to get into a relationship (understandable considering all the other relationships in the show the only healthy one in S1-S3 was Lindsay + Tyler) - Really wanted to talk to DJ (cos this guy had/has a crush) more but 1. opposite teams and 2. he was simply Shy - Probably talks to DJ outside of the show more and obv hangs out with Cody, Noah, and Owen - Despite Heather and Courtney getting on his nerves often, he’d still treat them with dignity and respect even if it wasn’t given back to him - Would probably lose his mind if he lost his hair tie (luckily LeShawna always helped him out if he did lose it LMAO) - Wasn’t affected by Justin/Alejandro’s “hotness” - Shorter than Noah, but taller than Cody probably (idk their heights give me a break) - Questioning his sexuality tbh. He’s had crushes before but he’s never felt horny™️ which kinda concerns him because he’s 16 where are my primal instincts to Get Bitches wtf (most likely Biromantic Asexual) - The only thing he and Sierra could agree on probably is being upset with Gwen when she Gotted herself with Cody’s epipen in World Tour cos he was worried Cody would go into anaphylactic shock and DIE - knows a surprising amount of medical stuff - Wants to be a doctor - If he had won the million (or however much was on stake during TDWT), he would’ve used it to pay for his college and, if he had any left, help any of his friends pay for theirs as much as he could - Has a little brother (who he’s very protective over) and a cat  - Mom and Dad are divorced, lives with his Mom - probably one of the only first gen cast to not be from Canada (except for Alejandro and Courtney) - He’s from off brand Canada (Michigan (more specifically the lower peninsula) - Sometimes when he’d say “sorry” one of the other contestants who have that slight accent would be like “why tf u say it like that” and he’d be like “-._-. BOI-“ KSHJDBS

is he cringe? maybe. do i love him? yes

[local-pokesimp]

Have you tried putting Steven in the same team as Lisia? Lisia got an updated voiceline. She and Steven said something new when teamed and won together!

When I saw this, I was like, AYO FR??? AND IT'S FOR REALS

(Tumblr is acting up so I can't post the vid, so... Yeah... I'll post it somewhere else and put the link in here later.)

When teaming up:

Lisia: I'll be counting on you, Steven!

And I think that's so neat, because if it's Lisia first, then you put Steven in, he says, "I've got your back, Lisia!" (In the absolute weirdest pronunciation of Lisia in existence) and I just think it's nice that these voice lines imply that Steven looks out for Lisia and that she trusts him. Peak uncle in law and niece relationship.

Winning the battle:

Lisia: Dazzling, dizzying...!

Steven: Doldrums defying...?

LET ME TELL YOU, I FUCKING STARTED CACKLING. Until now, whenever I recall on that I just chuckle to myself like an idiot. It's just so funny. But I also just find it really cute that Steven Stone, calm and cool Steven Stone who can make a person drop to their knees with a deathly serious look (out of fear or the Horny™️, you decide) just decides to go along with Lisia's thing. He sounds so cute and unsure like. I just love it. And I'm sure Lisia is just giggling and telling Wallace about it as Steven blushes like hell. PEAK UNCLE IN LAW AND NIECE RELATIONSHIP. PEAK.

Edit:

It's up on my twitter. Can be viewed here