#PLEASURE IS PAIN. PLEASURE IS PAIN AND I FEEL SO HAPPY AND FREE. GENUINELY! I FINALLY KNOW WHY IT /HURTS/ WHEN I SEE IT.

[bittercarrion]

I know I talk almost only about fetish and kink but...sometimes...a pretty boy kisses you and..and...oh my gd. It destroys every wall in one moment..

[tbaluver]

I feel like you’re the perfect author to get this done!! I was wondering if you could do the l&ds boys and their reactions to you crying during sex? Not because you’re upset but either from a genuine love for them or overwhelming feelings and sensations. I love your work so so much!!! <333

When You Cry During Sex- The Love And DeepSpace Men

genre/warning: smut included MDNI, comfort and some fluff

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

a/n: hihi anonnie!! im so so happy to hear you love my work! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ i hope this is alright and that you'll enjoy this !!

any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

He gazes down at you with a look that combined lust and adoration, one hand reaching to gently cradle your cheek. He sinks into you so slowly as his hands roam free. He lowers his head down where his lips kiss at your neck. He pants and gasps against you, thrusting inside of you deeply. It's the way he took his time with you to give you what you want. Your bodies connected, souls intertwined. He was always so tender and affectionate with you that you didn't even notice the tears racing down your cheeks. Oh how you loved this man so deeply.

He would be SO worried. He would be internally panicking the moment he saw your tears. He'd slowly stop his pace and start asking multiple questions if you were uncomfortable or in any pain while wiping your tears away. He'd also ask if you'd want to stop but you'd cut him off and say no because that's the last thing you want and you were so so close to your climax.

He'd relax to hear you were okay while wiping any extra tears that ran down and replacing each tear with a kiss. You'd apologize for crying but he truly does not care because he insist that he will always be there for you and to wipe any of your tears away. He'd continue his pace to reach your climax and to meet his own.

Zayne:

With his perfectly angled thrusts, you can already feel the intense pleasure building inside of you. Your fingers fist his hair, gripping and pulling at the strands while he thrusts himself into you. An elongated groan strings from his lips as you tug his hair, his head tilting back with your pull, mouth agape while sighs escape him. His eyes peer down, continuing to stay locked on you.

He was so deep inside you, his cock twitching at the sight of his tip pushing slightly against the skin of your lower belly. The way his long fingers curling tighter into your hips to fuck you even harder. The way the man you love always made you feel so so good. He was also so affectionate and prioritized you first even to make you feel so good.

The pleasure coursed through your body with every quick and deep pump of his cock that you didn't even realize the tears tracing down your cheeks.

He would freeze, literally

His pacing would stop, immediately asking you multiple questions of "Are you hurt?" "Would you like me stop?" while he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears.

When you reassured him and explained what happened he was patient and relaxed to hear you were okay. He would always be understanding and sweet. He would draw you in closer, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head before gently pressing another kiss on your lips. It wouldn't take long for you both to get back to where you were and help finish you off.

Rafayel:

Rafayel liked having you on top of him because he can see you bouncing on top of him with your tips going up and down and seeing your face contorting with pleasure every time he reached a little deeper inside you. You work on his cock as your hands roam around his sculpted chest. Both of your grunts and moans echoed in the room as you fastened the pace. You were so close to your orgasm as your movement began to get sloppy. You were desperately chasing your high that you were unaware of the tears quietly sliding down your face.

The tears running down your face made Rafayel panic. He'd stop completely and sit up as he wipes the tears staining your cheeks while babbling "Are you okay?" and "I'm so so sorry." He would get cut off mid sentence when you'd whine and beg to let you continue while pulling him closer so he'd understand.

He would smirk understanding what those tears meant and let you continue back to work. But this time he would take control and grab your hips bringing you up and down, slowing your pace to tease you. "Tell me how much you love bouncing on my cock pretty girl."

Sylus:

Watching your face contort into pleasure was one of his favorite things. He starts thrusting faster, rougher than before, his own sounds of pleasure mixed with yours bounced off the bedroom walls. You whine from the sensation as his places his lips onto yours to soothe you, to comfort you.

Sylus was always so warm and big inside of you. The way your tight hole was fluttering around his girth made you see stars. You don't remember how many times you came on his cock as he rutted against you. Your legs were wide open as his cock was pumping in and out of you in such a fast motion that you didn't even realize tears are leaking from your eyes.

He refused to always take his eyes off you. He's always an observant partner so when he saw the tears run down your cheeks, he would slow down. His voice would be so gentle and ask if you were in any pain and if you would like to stop completely. When he heard you whine to go continue, he would pick up the original pace and whisper sweet nothings into your ear.

"Am I making you feel that good baby? Do you want more?" While kissing the back side of your knuckles or down your neck to your collarbone.

[dunmesh]

can't stop thinking about dungeon meshi btw. how it comes down to being able to appreciate the hard and painful times because of the moments of happiness you experienced along the way.

it's about falin being able to forgive and look beyond the harsh way things were done- be it their father announcing he will send her away from the village or laios leaving her behind- partly due to her personality, and how she used to prioritize her loved ones' needs and emotions over her own, but also because of the positive impact that road eventually had on her. she knows her family was trying to protect her but what truly made it impossible to regret the path she had to take were the precious memories she made later on- it was learning magic and seeing new places and becoming friends with marcille and of course she couldn't hate it all, she was happy. it's about laios feeling so utterly miserable because on his end, it seemed like nothing good or enjoyable happened to him after leaving home, aside from the letters written by falin. but how long can a child be satisfied with another's happiness which he never got to experience himself?

so it really is beautiful that the series started off with him realizing that this journey allowed him to finally feel that happiness he was yearning for-

-and ended with everyone else realizing it too. when you first read chapter 11 it's just a funny gag about people not understanding laios, but it genuinely was too early for them to share his sentiment. they needed to come to terms with it on their own, with chilchuck opening up to them and senshi resolving the hovering mystery of his past and izutsumi freeing herself and joining their party and marcille facing her greatest fear. the winged lion was taking advantage of the loneliness and anger and pain lingering in laios's heart, but even it couldn't deny this. how, despite everything, he couldn't be satiated and his own happiness couldn't be complete without his friends' happiness too. how it was always about everyone enjoying a meal together.

and then there's marcille, who refused to admit it until the very end. it's in the way she had such a hard time fully accepting eating monsters despite how tasty she found them, not just due to how weird they were but also because she tried rejecting and burying her own pleasure and joy during this entire journey. from the very beginning, she was only willing to endure the pain and suffering.

as if she couldn't accept feeling an ounce of comfort, satisfaction, let alone happiness while falin was suffering on her own. and it might've been laios's reaction as well if all of this had happend a decade ago- i mean, that's exactly what he did back then. blaming himself for leaving her behind, being tormented by her loneliness and absence while falin was actually slowly moving towards a brighter future. it was him that was stuck, not her. but he kept focusing on her pain to ignore how deep the hole in his own heart had become, consumed by guilt to ignore his own agony, or to make sense of it- because maybe he did deserve it after all he had done.

and for that reason marcille was so terrified of admitting there was warmth in what she considered the depths of hell. because it would mean accepting falin going ahead of her and leaving her behind, accepting the inevitable she was trying so hard to deny and the end of her dream.

but it was learning there's joy even in her worst nightmare that allowed her to finally embrace those moments of pleasure that made her life worth living, however short they were. she realized that her pursuit would take away the things that truly mattered to her, that if she had succumbed to her fear of loss she would've been the one hurting her loved ones, just as happened to thistle. laios asking her to use ancient magic for falin's resurrection and then encouraging her to not give up on her desires during the nightmare chapter was a direct parallel to delgal being the one to push thistle down the road of destruction, while both marcille and thistle were trying to protect the people most important to their friends.

but in marcille's case, laios was able to understand her at the end, pulling her back just before she descended to complete ruin. it's truly fascinating how the story is not only about laios being understood but also getting to understand others properly, deeply- it's about mutual understanding, the balance between two people he never managed to maintain before. and i think it's only after seeing thistle's tragedy that he was able to fully realize what might become of marcille down the line. so while delgal put the weight of the world on thistle's shoulders, laios was the one to tell marcille she doesn't have to do that. because even if falin's resurrection hadn't succeeded, they both already know- there's happiness even in the dungeon's pit. and it's by preparing a hearty meal made of her loved one's remains that marcille was able to truly accept it- thus allowing herself to enjoy it to the fullest, embracing the cycle of life, no matter how weird or painful or grotesque it is.

[rafedarling]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲/𝐧

pairing: rafe cameron x reader

summary: y/n attends the wedding of her best friend, rafe cameron, and his bride sofia. In a bittersweet moment, she reflects on her deep, unspoken love for rafe as she makes a heartfelt speech during the reception. despite the pain of unrequited love, she stays strong, showing genuine happiness for rafe’s new chapter with sofia. | word count: 1,0k

warning(s): english is not my first language. your point of view, contains themes of unrequited love, emotional vulnerability, and heartache, no happy ending. based on ‘love, rosie’.

au: i wrote small drabble while watching ‘love, rosie’, i hope you’d cry with me, also listen to lost with you by patrick watson while read this. like, reblog and comment/feedback are much appreciated. discussion can be send through my ask box, please feel free to send in anything. taglist | tagging: @rubixgsworld @rafeyslamb @bisexualcvnt @tracymbcm @maybankslover @mileyraes @akobx @noobmazter69 @xoxohoneymoongirl @xoxosblogsblog @wearemadeofstardust0 @saviorcomplexrry @littlelamy @enjoymyloves

His wedding was perfect, or at least it seemed that way to everyone else. Crisp white flowers adorned every table, soft glow candlelight. Sofia looked stunning in her dress—elegant, poised, and radiant in the way brides should be. I could see why Rafe fell for her. She was the picture of everything he probably wanted. Everything.

I stood in the back of the crowd as they exchanged vows, a bittersweet lump forming in my throat. It was strange, watching someone you love pledge their life to someone else. But I had no choice. This was Rafe. He was my best friend before anything else, and even though I had buried my feelings for him for years, today they seemed to rise up like a tidal wave threatening to crash over me.

I should have told him. Maybe not today. Maybe not even yesterday. But a long time ago, when we were still reckless teenagers, when we stayed up all night laughing at dumb inside jokes, and he looked at me like I was the only one in the room. That’s when I should have said it. That I loved him.

But now, it was too late. Sofia was his future. She stood across from him, gripping his hands, tears of happiness filling her eyes, and all I could do was smile and clap like everyone else. Like the supportive friend I’d been for so long.

The reception flowed with music and laughter, the champagne bubbling like the excitement in the air. I was halfway through a glass of wine when the best man finished his speech, and the MC signaled for me to step up to the microphone. My heart raced as I stood, smoothing my dress and moving to the front.

Rafe shot me a look as I walked up, his familiar crooked grin pulling at the corners of his lips. He was happy, genuinely so. And even though my heart was heavy, I couldn’t let that ruin this moment for him.

The microphone was cool in my hand as I cleared my throat, looking out at the sea of faces, some familiar, some not. Then, I found his eyes—Rafe’s deep blue ones—and took a steadying breath.

“For the people who I haven’t had the pleasure to greet… Hi, I’m Y/n,” I started, my voice sounding steadier than I expected. “Rafe and I have known each other forever. We’ve been through it all together—good times, bad times, and some incredibly embarrassing times. Rafe, for example, can drink to an almost lethal alcohol concentration.”

A few laughs rippled through the crowd, and Rafe chuckled, shaking his head in mock embarrassment. I smiled, feeling the warmth of our shared memories.

“On my 18th birthday, he decided that the best way to celebrate was tequila. Lots and lots of tequila. And while I’m pretty sure we both blocked most of that night from memory, I can confirm that Rafe is, indeed, capable of not remembering an entire evening.”

The room filled with laughter, and even Sofia laughed along, her hand resting gently on Rafe’s arm. I swallowed hard, pushing down the pang in my chest.

“But in all seriousness,” I continued, my tone softening, “choosing the person to share your life with is one of the most important decisions we make. Because if you get it wrong, life can become… well, gray. We both know that well, don’t we, Rafe?” I smiled at him, and for a second, I saw the flicker of understanding in his eyes.

“Your friendship has brought color to my life, and I’ve been lucky enough to have you by my side in some of the darkest moments.” My voice wavered slightly, but I kept going. “I’m the luckiest person in the world for that. And I hope I haven’t ever taken it for granted, though maybe I have at times. Because sometimes, you don’t realize that the best thing that ever happened to you has been right under your nose all along.”

I paused, letting the words hang in the air. Rafe’s smile softened, but I couldn’t tell if he truly understood what I meant. If he’d ever understood how deeply I cared.

“And that’s okay,” I said, more to myself than anyone else. “Because I’ve learned something important: no matter where you are, no matter what you do, or who you’re with, I will always be here for you. I’ll always love you. Like a sister loves her brother, and like a friend loves a friend.”

I saw Rafe’s eyes glisten slightly, and Sofia squeezed his hand tighter, her gaze flicking between us as if trying to decipher something. But it didn’t matter. I couldn’t take back the years of silence. This was his day, not mine.

“I’ll always stand guard for your dreams, Rafe,” I finished, raising my glass. “No matter how far-fetched or impossible they may seem. So, let’s raise a toast to the bride and groom. To Rafe and Sofia Cameron.”

The room echoed my words as everyone lifted their glasses in unison. Rafe smiled at me, a genuine, heartfelt smile that felt like a dagger in my chest. But I smiled back, because that’s what friends do. They celebrate the happiness of the ones they love, even if it’s not their own.

As I sat down, I felt the weight of everything I didn’t say pressing down on me. The laughter and chatter around me blurred into background noise as I stared at my glass, running my thumb along its edge. I was happy for him, truly. But deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling of what could have been.

Maybe in another life, it would’ve been me standing beside him. Maybe in another life, I would have told him how I felt long before today. But in this life, I would remain what I always was—his best friend.

With music and dancing and stolen glances, I realized that sometimes… love isn’t about being with someone. Sometimes, love is about letting go, and hoping that they find happiness, even if it’s with someone else.

[quimichi]

Hi!

You can do Fontaine girls x Creator!reader who little spoon ?

➤ ❝ [CUDDLING THE FONTAINE GIRLS] but you're the little spoon~

Fontaine girls x Creator!Reader

Lynette

Lynette is a different woman the moment your body touches her. She moves closer, a light blush gracing her cheeks. She wants nothing more than to have you wrapped in her arms. Her breath catches in her throat at the first brush of your skin against her. He can feel every beat of her heart in her fluff ears.

Her cheeks burn. She is flustered but utterly unable to tear herself away. Lynette can't help herself but pull you closer into her chest, as you lay your head down and listen to her heartbeat. You feel like home. You feel like her reason to exist, to keep going. The weight of your body against hers is intoxicating. It feels like she'll never let go. And to be honest, she never will.

Lynette is almost on autopilot, thats nothing new but, this feels different. Her breathing matches your own. Her heart beats at your pace, and she wraps his arms around you in an embrace that is tight and firm. She nuzzles her head into the crook of your neck.

She almost feels free.

Furina

She rests her chin softly upon your head and presses her lips against your hair as her arms wrap around your body. Her arms are surprisingly warm, despite her small frame.

"Are you comfortable?" she whispers, her voice a soft run of water, as her hair Tickets your face. "Mhm..." Furina's hands slowly begin to travel lower, to the hem of your robes. She brushes them against the soft fabric, and then she slowly slides them underneath. Her touch is gentle and almost reverential, as she caresses your bare skin of your thighs with such tenderness that it sends tingles down your spine.  

"Does this feel like paradise?" she whispers, her refreshing breath caressing your ears.

"Cause it does to me~"

Charlotte

She is the big spoon, holding you close as you nestle into her. She kisses your forehead, her breath tickling your bangs, as she speaks to you softly. "This is lovely," Charlotte murmurs into your hair. "I never want to move again, if this is how it will be." You couldn't help but giggle at that. Charlotte laughs alongside you as you giggle, as she strokes your hair. It's soft, almost as soft as her love for you, and there's an almost unearthly quality to it.

"I just love being near you," Charlotte whispers, as if she still can't believe that you're here. "I feel like I'm... like I'm in heaven, with you."

"WE SHOULD TAKE A SELFIE-!"

Navia

As always, Navia gladly accepts this role of being your big spoon. With pleasure even. Her embrace is tight and loving... You can feel the warmth around you, her breathing steady, slow, and quiet.You think that even if she were asleep, her arms would still be wrapped around you. In a single move, Navia rolls over so that she is on top of you, her body pressed against yours, her breath hot in your ear.

"Are my cuddles to your liking?" she whispers, her voice husky and full of desire.

She wants your approval. She wants to make you happy, to make you fall head over heels for her, as she has for you. She wants to be yours.

The thing is, all of this has already happened...

Clorinde

You can feel Clorindes heart pounding against your back. The air is hot where her body touches yours. Her breath is heavy, and you can smell the fancy fragrance on her skin. You can feel her fingers curl around your waist, and she seems to be holding you close with all of her strength. Her arm is around you, and she is holding you tighter. And tighter. Her grip so tight, but it doesn't feel painful, only comforting and loving. Clorinde is kissing your skin gently, her lips leaving light, lipstick marks. She is holding you close, as if she was never going to let go.

"I love you," she whispers. And there is something genuine in her voice. A passion, and a ferocity to it. And you can feel her arms hold you even tighter.

"No matter what my grace, what may come, has to go through me first..."

You have no doubt...

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@junejunejun

[the-monkeies-girl]

Would Koba have an lataction kink?(you know… because of his mommy issues…since his mother died when he was very young)👀

Poor reader breasts during the pregnancy… Koba need to leave some milk for the baby LOL

I live in my own world and as a consequence you gets are getting this are you happy to bring out NASTY EM ARE YOU HAPPY

Below are HEAVILY NFSW HEADCANONS. ( 18+ ) READ AT YOUR OWN RISK THANKS!

Caesar:

Oral fixation ( Giving, not as much receiving. The king of giving head, can spend the entire time doing it with no problem as long as long as it brings you pleasure. Finds incredible satisfaction in getting you worked up with just his tongue and will delve in futher by pressing his teeth against you. Makes your entire body flush with want. )

Praise Kink. ( Give this Ape a good compliment in the middle of it? He IS ALL OVER YOU and will urge you to continue. Caesar likes to hear those things from you, they truly do make him feel confident. The more you give, the faster Caesar will be to mount you and take what he wants. )

Orgasm Control. ( Likes to have the power over you and will keep that power by controlling when you cum. Very disappointed if you do unravel before Caesar allots it but it's okay, he'll just start over again, this time even slower to teach you a lesson. )

Noa:

Size Kink. ( You can pry this out of my little hands that he does not enjoy BEING SO MUCH BIGGER AND MORE MUSCULAR THAN YOU. Really comes into play with positions if he's on top and he's able to literally crush you with his weight. Noa is signed up and will commander your entire body if you let him. )

Consensual Voyeruism. ( Oh my god Noa loves to watch you, it's so fascinating to see what Echo like. You fingering yourself for him? Holy sh--- Hats off when he tries it for himself and he's only able to get one of his larger fingers ( PLAYING INTO SIZE KINK HERE ) inside of you where as you were able to fit two, maybe three if you stretched yourself. )

Sensation Kink. ( More aimed towards you, he knows how much you love to feel his fur against you and will intentionally withdraw it at times just to get you to BEG. And boy, will you beg, arms outstretching while he's right out of reach, a rather smug smile on his face as he brings himself down JUST ENOUGH to let the tips of his fur linger against you. )

Blue Eyes:

Breeding Kink. ( WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS WE'VE TALKED ABOUT THIS. )

Edging. ( something that more or less is your thing, but Blue Eyes has learned to take it as it comes when your mouth pops off his cock, now coated with your saliva. The longer you edge him, the more of his seed he has for you. Really does go hand in hand with the breeding. )

The most straight forward Pregnancy Kink. ( I have no explanation for this don't come at me okay. Just LOVES the way pregnancy suits his mate. The way your body fills out. The boobies, the heightened emotions, sex drive, all of it. He EATS IT UP. )

Koba:

( You did this to me fuck ) Lactation Kink / Breasts in general. ( Ohhhh dear god when you have a baby, good luck for those bad boys. He will willingly help you unclug a duct if you get what I mean. Also, a lot of you riding. Get those in front of his face as often as possible, will lap up if you leak against him, not to mention?? Milk on his fur?? Your scent on him so undiluted and uncontrolled? Boing. )

Bondage. ( Koba is good at hunting. Koba is good at tying up his catches. You don't think he wouldn't do the same to you and have his way with you? BAH. He would, and you would enjoy every. single. moment. Seeing you struggle against the nest with your entire body latched up? Sign the Bonobo up, and even more credit if he just listens to you whimper as you try to free yourself. )

Anal. ( DON'T LOOK AT ME. Causes you pain? Loves it, you're his little play human and he'll tear into you if he has to in order to make himself feel good. And hey, in the long run, it makes you feel good too so win/win. Genuinely finds it disgustingly fascinating how the human body is able to stretch like that and it started as a morbid curiousity. )

[mikuni14]

Century of Love - Ep 10 Finale

This will be a general summary of the series.

Overall, I really liked Century of Love, except for most of the last 3 episodes, which unfortunately exceeded my tolerance for the soap opera genre, which is high, but also has its limits 😄 There was also too much crying, I don't like watching it and there's nothing I can do about it..

The plot also seemd a bit dull, replaced by an excess of expressive feelings.

And that's all the criticism, apart from that the series met my expectations 😉

DaouOffroad proved that they are one of the best couples in the BL industry, their natural chemistry has been maintained since LiT and they carried this story, this romance, and made the love believable. Apart from that, they are simply incredibly attractive and watching them is a real pleasure

Daou as a 100-year-old man was totally believable, conveying this specific vibe of older, grumpy guys. He was just as convincing when he cried, writhed in pain, as he was totally in love with Vee and discovered the joy of sex 😏

Offroad as a slightly broken young man struggling with adversity, poverty, his grandmother's illness, loneliness, who still retains his kindness and optimism was also very convincing and wonderful. It was obvious that San would fall in love with him, who wouldn't

special mention to Chibi San, what a kid 💯

the other characters (San's family, Tao, Ton and Third) were really nice, I especially liked how supportive they were of San and Vee and their genuine devotion to them. It's also good that they didn't make Third a jealous villain

Ju is one of the most wonderful girls I've ever seen in any production, EVER, but then again I just love the vibe of the Gen Alpha girls, so no surprise that she was my fav 💖

the humor, lightness, funniness, camp of this series was really good

I'm absolutely delighted that the series overall ignored the reincarnation issue and went in the direction I wanted, which was San falling in love with a specific person and when he made a choice, he didn't look back. And Vee was just Vee, no Vad in him, in his memories, his personality. San, Vee and Vad were all DIFFERENT PEOPLE

I like that the series showed that you can fall madly in love once. And then you can fall madly in love a second time.

I liked that when San fell in love with Vee, neither he nor the series introduced any drama with the "choice" between Vee and Vad. San only had Vee in his heart and only wanted him. 10/10, no bullshit, only true love

San and Vee stayed in character until the end. San "nobly and chivalrously" wanted to spare his beloved pain, Vee of course thought that it was all his fault and San was avoiding him because he didn't want to see him. Was San's behavior irritating? Of course, but just as it normally annoys me, here it surprisingly suited San, BESIDES the series showed that this was the wrong approach with Third's words and resolved it without stupid scenes and unnecessary drama and fight. Likewise, their reconciliation was very delicate and kind, as they are

San and Vee barely holding it all together, their last night together - it was very beautiful and moving. Such beauty, raw emotions, despair and nobility are rarely shown in BL series, but it also works best in costume series and soap operas. I also liked how they spent the last night showing that physical contact is not just sex, that it is something important in a relationship and is used to convey feelings

we got a happy ending and their nice scenes together, when they are happy and free

I can only hope that Daou and Offroad will get the opportunity to star in a well-written and directed series in a nice atmosphere on the set, and that we will see more of Pond and the actress playing Juu and her sweet face 💖

Thank you all for the nice time spent together experiencing this lovely i fun series and the awesomeness of DaouOffroad 💖💖💖💖💖💖 See you soon in their next project!

[skyartworkzzz]

COTL Heket brainstorming + religious ramble about Gluttony

Thinking about the forms sins can manifest as in order to develop my versions of the Bishops...............

I been thinking a lot bout Heket specifically since someone pointed out that she could be sexually experienced, for Gluttony could involve taking pleasure in all forms of consumption (at least thats the way I saw it based on this idea-)

Which brings me to understand this sin as a whole tbvh, I always knew that every sin had many ways of manifesting themselves, but I never saw Gluttony as smtng beyond actions related to food. So Ive come to this understanding: Gluttony is the never-ending search for smtng to appease this hollowness inside of you. No matter what you put inside your body, ure never able to fill in the gap. This then allows this sin to extend to emotional dependence, drug usage, sexual addiction, anxiety-induced hunger and so on

Which brings me to the assumption that, based on my understanding of this, my Heket is very miserable Ever since becoming a Crown Bearer, she slowly developed a feeling that something was missing and was always trying to fill it in with whatever that she deemed to bring joy. Sacrifices, food, some sexual experiences here and there, but nothing ever actually made her feel genuinely happy. As time went by, she started to not enjoy the taste of things anymore, every food tasted the same and every other pleasure felt meaningless, like it was all on automatic. A chore she felt the need to fulfill, but not because she really wanted to

When she became a follower and the first thing she felt was hunger, I like to think that, this time, it felt real. She felt like it ached more than usual, like it wasnt some pain she had to make sure to medicate once in a while. This time she was actually hungry and craving to be "medicated" And once she had her food - offered by the Lamb - she finally felt that emptiness filling in a little. Finally tasted the food that was in her mouth again and remembered what it felt like to feel something Needless to say, I think she would cry once full. Involuntarily, but also happy to be feeling even that

Ofc she wouldnt admit to this, especially in front of the Lamb, but a part of her is really relieved to finally be free from the Crown of Famine's influence

The numbness she experienced for millenia surely left its scars, but I think Heket would be the most excited Bishop when in the face of new emotions and experiences, now truly taking pleasure in them

[author-dapa]

Rhysand's thoughts on Amarantha with a poem: 【So Cold】

A note on their dynamic, feel free to read before or after reading the poem:

The reimagining of their dynamic is purposefully mutually angsty to some extent. The idea is that they both want love, want warmth, so Amarantha fixated on Tamlin except she couldn't have him so she took Rhysand. In this sense, Amarantha is forcing love while Rhysand is helplessly grasping for it.

In this, Rhysand looses his naivety while still desperately clinging onto the idea that the warmth he found with Amarantha is somehow genuine because he can't decide if he wants it to be or not.

I've changed Rhysand’s mind reading power to an empathetic one. So during his captivity, he got to understand Amarantha as a person and know her anger, her grief, and even what made her happy. To Rhysand, his falling for her was so uselessly helpless he can't stand it.

She is still warm, she stills bleeds it, so with a love that hurts him, she destroys him and so when she dies finally, he destroys himself with her.

Her caresses draw blood and peel at the skin

When he wants to claw into her skin, it becomes something so painfully tender

He's seen her smile and felt her tears

How could he hate her?

How can he love her?

The poem:

So cold

So please

Open up my chest

Gorge yourself

on the empty scraps of my heart

Kiss me

with your lukewarm lips

Ah, please

With these heated gasps

of pleasure

of pain

Breathe agony

back into my lungs

Ah, why

is it still so cold

The stars shine so distantly

out of my reach

Falling so quietly

how can I find their warmth

again

Like this

all of my

hopelessly

foolish

dreams

Are buried in the cooling ash

Just like that

they become

cruelly

naive

nightmares

Ah, why

am I still asking why

it is still

So cold

So please

With this fire

that no longer has any meaning

Let me rest

on her pyre

If your curious, this was inspired while listening to CURE by VIVINOS (Alien Stage)

The song

If you want to use this poem for anything, you can let me know or not, but please credit me like this:

So Cold by dapa @aho-dapa @aho_dapa

[poinsettia89]

Looking for RP

Hey y'all. Chronic illness has been kicking my ass (as always), so I'd love to potentially write some literate RP that isn't too focused on reply length. I would love something with some well-developed characters and an interesting premise if we're thinking of something more long-term, and potentially a more permapreg/frequent birthing scenario, so likely something fantasy/sci-fi/historical. However, I'm definitely open to some short-term birthing scenes as well, which could be more slice-of-life if desired! I write carriers exclusively, and I'm looking for seeders, caretakers, or support, though the gender doesn't matter to me. I write nonbinary or female characters, who are usually switches or subs. Plenty comfortable writing more dominant characters, and I do love writing characters who are very capable leaders who have to learn to be vulnerable to accept help during pregnancy and birth as they struggle. I have plenty of scenarios to offer up, though I'm also willing to accommodate quite a bit depending on what you're looking for. Love almost any genre as well. I have an F-list that I can link in DMs. :) Looking to write some really hard births at the moment. My messages are open- please, message with more than just a hello, and please don't make me do all the planning myself. ^^

Kinks/will write (not expansive- feel free to inquire about anything in DMs)- Late pregnancy, rapid preg/permapreg, difficult labor/birth, heavy water breaking/messy birth, clothing birth, birth complications (unplanned multiples, large offspring, bad timing/situation), partner providing pleasure during tough birth, partner character potentially having preg/belly kinks, heavy lactation/draining, pregnancy struggles (overheating, exhaustion, fainting, swelling, soreness, illness, weakness, etc.), active bellies, belly noises, cravings, morning sickness, nausea, hyperemesis gravidarum, belly issues (poor digestive system, gas, aches, food poisoning, bloating, motion sickness, allergies), some stuffing/chugging, some feeding, public humiliation (public labor/birth, public sickness, etc), partner support, possessiveness, praise, worship, romance, cockwarming, bdsm/rough sex/masochism, dom/sub dynamics, risky sex, teasing, aphrodisiacs, ABO, monsters, bloodplay. Love using pregnancy and belly kink as a vehicle for vulnerability- so usually involving discomfort/struggle/some pain for the carrier. That doesn't mean it has to be exclusively bad, though- I would love to have the carrier find a genuine relationship they're happy in and have support in that, despite the difficulty of the birth and pregnancies.

Limits/will not write- Underage/ageplay content, incest, hyper, vore, unbirth, racism/transphobia used as kink, protag death, nonconsent portrayed as romance (cnc is fine, and I write very dark themes regularly- they just need to be shown as dark.)

[divine-knight-hand]

Such a Whore

Link to photo: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/722616702723082268

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Pairing: Michael Afton x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Being distracted at work almost didn’t end well for Michael, but he was home now. He was safe. He was free to finally indulge in the pleasure that thoughts of you made him crave.

Content Warnings: Mentions of fluff, desperation, masturbation, (self) degradation, pleasure crying, (Michael's just a simp and I love him so much for that <3)

Notes: Sorry if the ending of this seems rushed! I fell into a bit of sadness because my brain thinks I'm being unproductive, and I definitely needed the satisfaction of posting a new fic. That's when I remembered that I had this little gem from summertime, which was almost finished anyways. So, enjoy! Hehehe!

(P.S. I also needed something to get me into the right headspace for those two Michael requests sitting in my inbox. I'm proud to announce that I'm about three paragraphs into the first one! o7)

Word Count: 1,165

Dividers by @saradika

Michael rushed to the door of his house, post-shift adrenaline still coursing through his veins. Risking his life every night just to keep his job didn’t exactly leave him with the best of nerves. He quickly fumbled with his keys before dropping them on the floor.

“Damnit!” He hissed as he bent over to pick them up.

Tonight’s shift was a long one, especially since his mind was elsewhere for most of it. He had two close calls with Bonnie and Chica almost entering the office because thoughts of you were in the forefront of his mind, taking his focus away from the task of keeping himself alive. 

Ever since you’d started working at the pizzeria as its newest chef, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. Sometimes, he would sneak into the kitchen and watch as you cooked, committing his favorite things about you to memory.

The diligent way you used your hands as you rolled and tossed the dough. The way your eyebrow creased just the littlest bit as you focused on remembering what toppings to put on which pizza. The way you wiped your forehead after tossing a pizza into the oven, letting out the smallest of relieved sighs before putting together the next one. He noticed and loved it all.

Then, there was the way you smiled as you served each customer. Michael loved the way you smiled. He could tell you genuinely enjoyed your time in the kitchen, making pizzas that would have anyone’s mouth watering. Your smile was contagious, radiating joy to be felt by anyone who had the privilege of witnessing it.

It was right before his latest shift when you flashed him that same smile as he handed you your favorite flower. He’d told you that he found it on his way to work and thought you might want it, but he actually bought it from a local flower shop and spent the entirety of your shift pacing by the kitchen door, trying to figure out how to give it to you.

“Oh, Michael! It’s beautiful! How did you know this is my favorite? Thank you!” You’d said as you flashed him that smile he loved, and he nearly melted into the floor.

The same happiness you showed to others every day was finally directed at him. He didn’t actually know that the flower he handed to you was your favorite kind. He supposed he just got lucky. It wasn’t like he was ever going to let you in on that little secret, though.

You flashed one of your beautiful smiles to him like a royal figure casting a favor to their devoted knight, and he wasn’t going to let anything keep that moment from being anything less than perfect. Unfortunately, the longer he thought about that moment, the less innocent his feelings toward you became.

His cock twitched, serving as a reminder of the painful way it strained against his jeans for the last hour of his shift. He had managed to take care of his nightly tasks while sparing a hand to occasionally rub at his crotch for a bit of relief. He was grateful that he worked alone when he accidentally let out a small whine of frustration.

He desperately needed to get off…

Finally recovering his keys, Michael rushed into the house, slamming the door behind him. He quickly set his TV set’s VCR to record that night’s episode of The Immortal and the Restless before all but speeding to his bedroom.

He slammed the door behind him and jumped into bed, landing on his back in a starfish position. Breathing heavily, he closed his eyes and basked in the relief of finally being home.

That was, until he was reminded of his predicament by the impatient throbbing of his cock. He fought with his belt–desperate whines of need escaping the back of his throat as his eager hands momentarily forgot how to undo it–before finally getting it open and tossing his pants across the room. The belt buckle loudly hit the wall with a clank! before his pants fell heavily to the floor.

Not wasting a second, Michael began palming the large stain of arousal on his boxers. He let out a soft moan as he shuddered, his hips instinctively bucking up into his hand as a silent plea for more. His skin was aflame, every nerve screaming for your touch.

God, I’m such a whore… The thought slammed into his head as he became overly aware of the situation he was in. He laid on his bed, aroused just by the mere thought of you, to the point where he couldn’t waste time taking off all of his clothes before granting himself some sort of relief. He was just that desperate, and all it took to get him riled up was a smile. 

“Ohhh, I really am a whore…” He whined as he quickened the pace of his hand against his crotch, his hips setting an unsteady rhythm against it.

His eyes squeezed shut and his head dropped back onto his pillow before another idea drifted into his thoughts. He liked it. He liked being a whore, as long as he was your whore. His cock twitched in his boxers to confirm his depraved revelation. Images of you standing outside his door and listening to his moans and cries of desperation began to form in his mind, making his head spin.

Michael imagined that you would eventually open the door, walking inside and looking down at him with a proud smirk before playfully taunting him. “Awww, poor thing. All hot and bothered just for me?”

Tears of frustration sprang to his eyes as he realized that grinding against his hand wasn’t going to be enough. He rushed to take off his boxers, his erect cock springing from its confinement before he took it in hand and began to stroke it. The precum he spread from the tip made it especially easy for his hand to glide along his length, no lube needed.

“Fuck,” He breathed as his hips began bucking into his hand. He hadn’t done that voluntarily.

“Don’t stop… don’t- Ah!” He wasn’t sure who he was asking, since the only motions on his cock were his own, but as he neared his peak, it was harder for him to make sense of anything anymore.

“Please…” He whined as the tears in his eyes spilled over. “Please… Ohhh…”

His eyes squeezed shut as he flicked his thumb over the tip. That was the motion that sent him over the edge.

“Y- Y/N!” He cried out as his free hand gripped the sheets. He came over the fingers of the other, which was still guiding him through his high.Once he was finished, he assessed the mess he made on his hand and sheets. Still panting from the aftermath of his orgasm, his mind was able to put together one coherent thought. I really am a whore…

[oraclekleo]

Can't explain in words but i really feel so greatful to have known you all and be a part of this community. You are really so kind to me and i appreciate it so much. I absolutely love tarot and when the reading resonates sm with the situations it makes things even more beautiful...!!!! 🫧

Here's a quick feedback; The reading was so on point and resonating. It would be a lie if i say that I ain't a hopeless romantic but definitely love and relationships have never been my first priority, but lately I'm definitely feeling really very drawn to knowing more about our meeting, connection and tarot readings and as you've mentioned. I feel drawn towards love, the love that I'm craving and was kind of avoiding for a while. Overall the reading definitely resonates with my current situation and as you've mentioned there could be a hidden message maybe there was?? I'm getting something a message for sure but dk if I'm right I'll just trust my intuition and take what seems right. Overall the reading was amazing and so right on what has been happening recently-!! I really feel so greatful and thankful. I'll take your words into account and really appreciate you for allowing me to participate multiple times. I love your readings, cards and games. It's such a huge deal for me. Sending my love to you and the dogs, cuties. Hope you all stay healthy and happy similarly how you make others. Have a wonderful day ahead. 🫶🏻🤍✨🧿

Hello!

Oh please! Stop making me blush 🤭

I'm really happy the reading resonated.

It's usual for people to feel passionate about love but saving it for the right time. When you needed to prioritise other aspects of life, it was only sensible to let the romance and love sit in the corner for a while. Now when you feel ready to dive into these matters more, it's perfectly fine to do so. I really think this approach is admirable as it's beneficial on multiple levels.

Exploring ones approach to love and relationships and connection with other people is long journey, sometimes pleasurable, sometimes we learn painful lessons but overall a positive experience. All I can say here is, be yourself, be genuine, love yourself first and then the other people. 💖 A quick tip: I actually became more compassionate and kind to others and found that desire to spread love and help, once I finally started to love myself. Unless you truly love yourself, it's very difficult to actually love others. So... Self-love comes first! 😂💕

Thank you so much for your lovely feedback, it means a world to me.

And feel free to hit my inbox or DMs anytime you feel like it. I'm truly open to chatting about anything. I don't have practical experience with romantic love but I have plenty of theoretical knowledge. 🤣

Easy and Dachi send their love 🐕💖🐕💖

[cleave-and-plough]

"knowing my friend's secret makes me so happy i can't stand it"

juri, juri, juri

i'm honestly having a hard time starting this post - i feel like the episode said it all. a lot of the subtext entered the main text here, especially around the idea of secrets, not to mention nanami not-so-subtly acknowledging the metaphorical significance of the black rose sword. and through it all, juri continues to wrestle with herself, unsure of how to feel.

as souji and mamiya discuss, juri is too strong to be defeated head-on and needs to be dealt with more insidiously through shiori's parasitism. utena's noble, pure heart prevents her from seeing through shiori's act, but anthy, all too familiar with the cruelty of others, recognizes the truth. juri, too, jaded by her past experiences, seems aware of the trap being set for her, but she can't resist her own feelings now that shiori has returned. her journey this episode veers from one extreme to another - at first, she feels comfortable saying she hates shiori, even as an orange rose petal falls, and this sense of strength manifests in her elevated fencing capabilities. once shiori appears, however, she begins to see herself as weak, as evidenced by her reluctance to part with the locket, which she desperately throws into the pond, releasing it into the world and sealing her own fate. of the student council, juri's story seems the most tragic in the classic sense - fated to inevitable sorrow, bereft of the miracle that could free her.

"believe in miracles." it's a line that i puzzle over, knowing shiori's own internal war between her admiration for and jealousy toward juri. like the bird hitting the window, shiori cannot see that which is hidden right before her eyes, unaware of juri's feelings and hurting herself in trying to harm juri. what was the miracle shiori hoped for? equality to, or superiority over juri? the revelation of the locket should bring her satisfaction, knowing that she finally truly has power over juri, but it doesn't. whatever part of her still respects and maybe even wants to love juri cannot take pleasure in her suffering, no matter how much she tells herself she can't endure juri's pity - after all, there's no way juri could genuinely be kind to her, is there? only the black rose can offer shiori such stark clarity of purpose, coagulating her feelings into pure hatred.

in a sequence akin to kozue's encounter with miki, shiori affects intimacy with juri, caressing her and confessing her own disdain. juri arches back as the sword of her heart emerges. nanami's insinuative question to miki, "what did it feel like?" hangs over the scene. i've made this connection before, but the influence on steven universe feels particularly evident here: like fusion, the pulling of the sword is a metaphor for different kinds of intimacy, though it isn't one-to-one for anything in particular (as much as some su fans want it to be explicitly and consistently sexual). of course, it's not not sexual, especially here, though like the other black rose encounters there's a clear atmosphere of violation - kanae is unwillingly penetrated by the rose, while miki and juri are vaguely seduced before being painfully laid bare. this all of course begs the question of what is happening when utena pulls the sword from anthy. while the black rose duelists scream in pain, anthy gently closes her eyes and lies back peacefully, suggesting that this process isn't painful for her, but is this merely a matter of how used to it she is? for the black rose duelists, this is their first time, a moment of great emotional anguish and weight - for anthy, it's just another day at work. what was it like for her, the first time? as nanami wonders, did it hurt? does it still?

utena arrives at the arena, shocked to learn that shiori has bad blood with juri, while anthy stands there, unsurprised. the duel proves less challenging than the one against kozue, and shiori falls swiftly. afterward, utena struggles to make sense of it. how could shiori, juri's childhood friend, seem so sweet while harboring such malicious feelings? anthy tries to explain: shiori hasn't changed, and she isn't contradicting herself. the part of her that is loving and the part of her that is hateful are inextricable pieces of herself, and she still hasn't figured out how to make peace with that.

neither has juri.

stray thoughts:

utena's therapy sessions with akio have become more regular. maybe anthy's continued secrecy makes her feel like she can't fully open up to her yet? at least akio is there to provide advice via astrological metaphors.

nanami continues to hold court in her brother's absence, even seizing control of miki's stopwatch. although miki doesn't answer her question, i like these windows into how differently nanami governs the council as compared to her brother: she's curious and wants to involve the others.

souji's comments after shiori's defeat imply that she'll return, and i look forward to it - as much as i enjoyed the focus on juri, this episode felt like it left plenty more to say.

blood play? in my shoujo anime? quite a potent illustration of "sucking out the poison," lol

[wotcherangie]

I was so surprised when Lettuce confessed that she was in love with Shirogane. She's grown so much that her strength and her love helped reach across eons, and now she's even strong enough to give that strength to people like Madeleine. And I like that, through it all, Shirogane listed off all the ways she's grown and all her good points, how she's "caring and hardworking and audacious and makes him happy". My heart hurts, but at the same time, they both have helped each other grow more mature and that makes my heart feel warm for them too. Does that make sense? I guess what I'm saying is, I still love them a bunch!

Helloooo dear anon, such a pleasure to fin my inbox so full of fellow shippers wanting to chat, so:

I was so surprised when Lettuce confessed that she was in love with Shirogane. She's grown so much

I was surprised too, better said... I was SHOCKED! As soon as I realized she was about to confess I started panicking, not only because, at THIS POINT of the story, he clearly didn't love her back, but because... I honestly didn't see that coming, such a brave moment, something most of us cannot do or face in everyday life, and from the most shy and insecure of the team. She really has grown so much, I cannot express properly how proud of her I am and how important this moment was for every girl that grew up with her, after 20 years of waiting she declared her love and has become such a strong girl. Such a relatable path.

And I like that, through it all, Shirogane listed off all the ways she's grown and all her good points, how she's "caring and hardworking and audacious and makes him happy".

That was such an important moment too: he didn't just rejected her with respect, care and kindness, but he also acknowledged her journey, he actually acknowledged her. He made clear that he saw her, and he saw her in every aspect, and that is so important, since she felt unseen by everyone in most of her relationships growing up.

My heart hurts, but at the same time, they both have helped each other grow more mature and that makes my heart feel warm for them too. Does that make sense? I guess what I'm saying is, I still love them a bunch!

IT TOTALLY MAKE SENSE! I feel the same! Exact the same way! I cried so much for her, for her pain and for her being so heartbroken, but at the same time her being finally able to confess him, his genuine and caring reaction, the fact that they care so much about eachother, it really warmed my heart. Everytime I see his stupid face, smiling at her after the confession, I cannot help myself melting and falling in love with those two idiots all over again...

Thanks again for your comment, feel always free to share your opinion and how you feel here <3

[y-so-hungry]

Don’t know if it’s okay if I ask you this, but I’ve always been a lurker on your blog and you have a chill vibe. If it’s too personal feel free to ignore this ask.

I’ll preface this by saying I’m not a minor, I’m just someone who is ace-questioning, and was discouraged from engaging in sexual activities in my adolescence and young adulthood (small town, shit sex edu…etc). I was never able to actually explore my more intimate interests until recently, even if I always knew I had a “thing” for stomach growling. It’s led me to question if I like hunger as a kink/fetish, or just as an odd interest….so I wanted to reach out and see if this was common, or just a me thing.

How did you realize you were into hunger as a kink? And for you, is it purely for pleasure, or is there a non-pleasure aspect that you like about it too?

I actually was asexual when I realized I had this kink, so I was in a similar boat you're in now!

For context I was completely asexual until I started Testosterone about 2 years ago, and I gained sexual attraction, mainly for men/masculine people, including masculine nonbinary folks and masculine women.

However I've had a fascination with hunger just about my whole life, and it developed into a kink when I hit puberty. Even though I was asexual, I could tell it was a kink because it genuinely made me feel horny, made me want to jack off. I remember being very very confused by this and knowing that I, at the time, NEVER wanted to have sex, but for some reason this specific thing made me feel something physical. Basically to be really explicit, if a non-sexual thing makes you feel sexual arousal, getting wet/getting hard, then it's probably a kink. So I knew it was a kink because despite being overall asexual, not having sexual feelings towards any person, I had sexual feelings for this specific thing.

There is a non-sexual aspect to it for sure! I'm a very caring person, I like to take care of people and make them feel good and happy. When I was younger I didn't eat enough for a lot of different reasons, so I think my brain tried to cope by turning something that was hurting me into something that feels good. But it means that I really like to take care of people, make sure they don't have to feel the way I did. I want people's hunger to be something they excited by, something I can indulge in them with and then feed them up so they can feel okay again. In my real life my friends know I care a lot about food, they don't know about my kink, but they know that I have an important relationship with food, and that I have trauma with food. Usually when someone is hungry around me in real life, my brain goes immediately to concern, as I think there's still a part of me that assumes that hunger = physical pain.

There are also unfortunately times where hunger is triggering for me, such as when I haven't eaten in a long time and I start to panic about it or when I go out somewhere without food with me. To be honest I have a couple granola bars that live in my pockets at all times, and when I know I'm going to be gone for more than about two hours I'll pack a sandwich in a bag and take that with me. I don't always even end up eating it, I just need to have it or I get afraid and panicky.

TLDR: I know it's a kink because I get turned on physically by it, and no, it's not always a pleasure thing, it's part of my personality as a person and also a part of my trauma, so it effects multiple areas of my life, not just the kinky bit lol.

[angelsdean]

The thing is-The thing is demon Dean wants to quit the family business, reproaches Sam having to raise him and not having a childhood and their mom's death, blames their father for turning them into soldiers. The thing is, even as a demon, Dean doesn't want to be alone. He wants a life without responsabilities, away from Sam. The thing is demon Dean doesn't want to be cured because he doesn't have to feel. There are so many things and none of them were acknowledged later. I'm-I'm hurting so much

literally being a demon (not counting when he was in hell and had to actively torture people) is the most free and "happy" dean's ever been because he can no longer feel all the pain / guilt / shame that have weighed him down his whole life, and he no longer feels responsible for sam or really anything. like dean's said before, he feels like he's responsible for everything, that everything that's ever gone wrong is his fault. i forget the exact quote rn but there's this quote where he's talking to sam and he says [something historical thing or something that could not actually be his fault] is his fault and like, yea, that's how he's felt his whole !! damn !! life !! that everything always comes down to him. so for the first time he's just, free of all that. And it's "happiness" in a way, but not really because as a demon he also can't really feel joy either, or genuine love. it's like, all emotions are just muted and there's just freedom and pleasure. but at least there's no pain. for the first time, there is no pain.