#and takes into consideration what he wants or feels

[earthtooz]

x : HAPPY ACCIDENT :*+ﾟ

in which: you let phainon know the consequences of when he doesn't give you any attention.

warnings: 1.2k wc, fluff, phainon is very golden retriever coded in this and of course very down bad, gn!reader, mydei appears, i already said this but like i said, HE IS DOWN BAD.

a/n: the p in phainon stands for puppy or pathetic, or maybe both. btw i haven't played the story quest thumbs up.

You should feel bad about unintentionally conditioning Phainon like an obedient dog- you just didn’t expect him to take it so seriously!

The incident happened less than a week ago, when you walked into the courtyard in search of the Chrysos Heir, and he was exactly where you expected. The resounding, piercing sound of blades colliding was the first tell that the man you wanted to find was indeed there, and the second was when you rounded the corner to find him shirtless and shining with sweat under the gentle sunlight. He had been there for hours already, and as much as you admire his dedication and diligence, you also wonder if he’s been training a little too hard recently, dedicating substantial hours of the day into refining his skills. 

It’s been making you feel lonely. 

The last time you saw him was before noon, and it's been hours since then! You can only entertain yourself by working and reading and managing affairs for so long.

He spots you in his periphery and waves enthusiastically, a gesture you return with a calmer one before you find a marble bench under the shade to sit on. Even if it’s Phainon’s undivided attention you want, watching him spar is still far more exciting than whatever document that sits unread on your desk. 

Half an hour later, Phainon dismisses the soldier he was sparing with, the two of them chattering briefly before the snow-haired approaches you, his muscles flexing with every step he took. 

“Hey, you,” you greet with a smile before standing up, raising your arms over your head to stretch.

“I missed you,” he murmurs before intertwining his arms around your torso, allowing your arms to fall around his neck comfortably. 

“You should bathe,” you say before parting, his skin still hot and sticky with sweat. 

“Do I smell?” 

“Awfully.” 

He frowns at you. “That’s not very nice.” 

“I’m only kidding,” you giggle, “you smell like a bed of fresh roses, just extremely sweaty and… testosterone-filled.” 

“I shall go wash soon, then. Care to join me?” 

“Do you invite everyone to bathe with you, Phainon?” 

“Only the ones I really like, so, please?” He’s pleading at you with those eyes of his, so bright, so innocent, so hard to say no to. 

Well, normally you have a hard time saying no, especially to an offer as tempting as bathing with your lover, but you remember your petty feelings of how he paid more attention to his claymore today, rather than you, so you decide to give him a piece of your mind. It’s what he deserves. 

You hum in exaggerated consideration, even scrunching your nose to make it seem like you were thinking hard, keeping him on his toes. 

“Pretty please?” The hero insists, anticipation shining in those bright orbs. 

“Depends on how well you behave,” you negotiate. “Now, sit down and change your shoes, I’ll get your clothes.” 

He pouts at you, signalling his dissatisfaction. “Alright.” 

You leave to pick up his outerwear from where he discarded it in the courtyard, probably thrown aside when it got too stuffy. Returning to him, the pout is still as present, and he seems to refuse to make eye contact with you, trying to get you to crack.

So, you drop the pile of clothes beside him and counter with a game of your own.

Standing between his legs, both of your hands go to rest on his cheeks, the skin warm and flushed underneath yours. Gently tilting Phainon’s head up, you think you hear his breath hitch as he obeys, looking up at you with those glossy eyes. Gone was the petulance, back was the puppy-dog expression as he stares at you with wonder, and you’re 90% sure that if he had a tail, it’d be vigorously swishing behind him.

He just might be the most simple man you know. Telling him that would only displease him, though, primarily because he doesn’t like it when you talk about other men. 

You giggle softly at the thought as you gently brush stray strands of hair away from his face. 

“I only accompany men who are good to me to the bathhouse,” you muse.

“I’m amazing to you- the best,” he flaunts. “Right?” 

Instead of responding, you slowly lean closer towards him, minimising the gap between your faces. First, you close your eyes when your nose brushes against his, and you keep going until your lips are so painstakingly close that you can feel his graze yours, skin ghosting against skin as you lure him in. Then, just before you can give him what he wants, you draw back, leaving Phainon to chase after a piece of a paradise you won’t grant. 

When he realises that the anticipated kiss wasn’t coming, his eyes slowly blink open. 

“Good boys don’t let their partner feel neglected by training for hours and hours,” you mumble, brushing his hair back before deserting him completely, letting your hands fall back to your sides before cruelly walking away. “You need to learn your lesson, Phainon.”

Still in a daze, he only just registers what you were doing before shooting to his feet. “Hey!” 

Leaving his precious claymore and clothes behind, he chases after your retreating figure.

Effortlessly, the Chrysos Heir catches up and winds his arms around your waist like a tight coil. “Y/n, darling, my light, I’m sorry, you’re right, I have committed a great dishonour today, I will amend it with my life.” 

Humoured, you turn to face him, a melting pot of determination and desperation swirling in those aquamarine eyes. “Well, you do not need to go that far, Deliverer.” 

“So then… a kiss? Or two? Or three? Please?” 

“How about you kiss that claymore instead? Since you spend so much time with it.” 

He whines in your ear, refusing to let you go when you try to slip away by pushing against his very muscular, very sturdy, and very naked chest. 

You spend a good few minutes rejecting his every plea, utterly amused by his growing desperation and how he offered the most preposterous things on Amphoreus for you to forgive him. So you pushed your luck as far as you could before giving Phainon what he wanted, and he breathed you in like air, insisting on wanting more again and again as he pulled you so close you thought you would merge into him.

When you feel his hands roam down your body, tracing your curves and lingering on your hips, you break away before he could get any more carried away.

“Next time you see me while training, you should know what to do, right?” Was all you said that day before moving on, going back to the courtyard to collect his items for him because he was too dazed to do it himself.

Now, you’re left wondering how hard that sentence hit him as Phainon obediently sits down, staring at you with intense eyes that indicated he wanted something from you. He was sparing with Prince Mydei a mere second ago, how did he drop his weapon as soon as you walked in and just… plopped down on the bench like that was the most natural thing in the world? And the other Chrysos Heir just agreed? 

Was there something odd in the air today? Normally these two would spar until there were chips in their weapons.  

Mydei gave you a firm nod in greeting when he walked past and you returned it with a slight bow, still left wondering what on Amphoreus just occurred as you watch his retreating back. 

Until a certain hero clears his throat, causing you to tear your gaze away and at your main source of bewilderment. 

“Did you send Mydei away because… of me?” You ask. 

He nods. 

“Why?” 

“Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?” 

Your mouth falls slightly agape before the realisation hits. “I… I guess? I was hoping to watch you two spar.” 

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t even blink, only stares you. When you don’t give him what he wants, Phainon impatiently pats his spread thighs and you oblige, stopping before him and letting your hands rest on his face. 

“What am I going to do with you?” You whisper against his lips before sealing the words against his lips.

Well, this was your fault, after all, so you should just do your best to make him happy.

© EARTHTOOZ 2025, do not steal, translate, repost my fics and do not recommend my fics onto any other site.

[wonderhomeland]

Someting someting

Alpha!simon x f!Omega!reader

Simon not knowing how to treat omegas, not in the traditinal way, he just take them when he need stress relief after a shitty mission.

So when he was told that they specified him a mate, he was confused. They weren't supposed to meet and sign documents in one go. The bound was often not done properly, and omegas were always harmed duo to the lack of attention from their alpha. Thats why they wanted to go back to the old ways. courting.

Courting process start with alpha presenting gifts to omega. and what can our boy buy for her? They were never met, nor given any idea of what she can possibly like.

So the only thing he could think of was one of his old hoodies. It wasn't tattered or torn, but it was clear he'd been wearing it for a long time. The black fabric had taken on the shape of his body, the slight stretch from his large bicep and massive chest, and most importantly, his scent all over it.

He didn't even think about how much it might scares her. Make her feel unsafe.

He always wore it when he was on leave. All of his thoughts, rage, worries, and negative feelings was remained on his hoodie through his scent.

And the size of it? a huge alpha with twisted mind.

The next phase of courting is basically dating. And after months, they start the third phase, chasing.

But since we dont have enough time, they are going to skip the second phase and go straight to chasing.

Usually, after sharing some time together, they become more familiar with each other's scents and can react better to them. But they haven't meet yet, so it's going to be more like a predator and prey then chase for bonding.

Clearing the base, they let the omega walk at the hallways and leave her scent every were, then release the beast. She must run and he must follow, but he freezes after smelling her sweet scent. dumb-struck, excited and aroused.

Like i said, simon don't know shit about tradition. imagine his sweet omega looking around, waiting, confused about what is going on, what should she be expecting but the alpha is nowhere to be found , she doesn't even smell anything to indicate that he is near.

Desperate, she decides to go back to her room and call Laswell. Explain what happened, maybe they can try again later. But the closer she gets to her room, the stronger the familiar -yet not-so-familiar- scent becomes. When she reaches her door, she realizes that Instead of following, catching and claiming her, her alpha has come towards her room, marked out a considerable radius with his own scent wall to prevent any alphas from getting close to her.

What a silly man he is...

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Love alpha simon, fuck up man has to deal with his sweet omega that he craves but she doesn't want him :(

Pls conasider that im not a writter and english is not my first language! Tnx for reading till end♡.

[lokipokey]

satoru gojo was the weakest when it came to you.

the only one who could truly dominate him. he’d been waiting for something special like this for a long time. and oh, when you found him, you put him on his knees.

and that’s exactly how you liked him.

satoru gojo was the first man to truly match your freak, but this… this was something new to him. satoru gojo wasn’t used to someone else being top dog. but for you he didn’t hesitate to get down on his knees and find out.

you tapped the pink tip of your strap against his glossy lips, slick with the both of your saliva, his fervent eyes peering up at you through his white lashes like he was knelt there before an angel of god. you clutched his throat as you eased the toy with your hips ever so slightly further into his mouth, allowing him the first couple inches of its intimidating length.

satoru kept his eyes on yours as his lips wrapped around it. he sought praise for his work. being a good boy for you was a requisite. he wanted nothing more than to please you. he sucked at your tip softly as he coated it with his saliva. he hollowed out his cheeks and began bobbing, taking you further and further down his throat like you did him so often. he had taken great notes. you had to hold back a unchaste moan that threatened to escape from the depths of your throat.

you nodded in approval as his saliva ran down his chin, dripping into his lap where his reddened cock stood taut.

"what a mess you make yourself for me, baby boy."

he wanted nothing more than to dive those long fingers of his into your pretty cunt. he could hold them there and you’d fuck yourself on them as you rutted your strap into his mouth. and he tried, hands trailing up your bare legs with undeniable desire, but as soon as his hands got within touching distance of your pussy you were quick to use an imitation of his limitless technique. he audibly whined at your physical protest of his touch. he should’ve known. they didn’t call you the copy sorcerer for nothing.

his cock had its own throbbing pulse, standing rigid in his lap leaking an absurd amount of precum at its tip. you had him so close already he could easily cum right then and there, regardless if you touched him or not. poor thing. so riled up at your feet like a dog, so eager for his owner to give him another command. fuck, you could cum just at the sight of him. there was nothing this man couldn’t do well.

you took his jaw in your hand, his eyes still trained on yours as you completed the motion. you grind your hips forward ever so slowly, making him take more and more of the strap until he gagged around it. you shift back a bit where it sat comfortably down his throat.

you tut gently, rolling your eyes. “you’re too fucking good at this, asshole. can you suck at at least one thing?”

you don’t give him a chance to respond, using his jaw to gently work him back and forth on your toy. he moans around it, cock twitching in absolute misery.

you had to end the teasing and give your poor boy some relief.

you had to be sweet with him for his first time. you took him from beneath, with you laid out against the headboard of the bed with him leaning back splayed out against your chest.

the first inch was the hardest, even with the considerable amount of lube you used, but with an arm wrapped around to his front you had his tip clutched in your tight wet fist before the first gasp could even leave his lips, coaxing pleasure to override the pain. you let him get comfortable there, stretching him out so nicely, then added another inch. then another. then another. and another. until all seven inches of your strap disappeared inside him, your right hand squeezing his cock hard at its base as your left clutched across his torso for dear life. your boy had finally eased the tension racking his body, relaxing into your hold.

"mhhhhhmm, that's it. how do you feel, pretty boy?"

gojo sharply released the breath he had been holding, the tension within him subduing as much as he could help it. he was hot with sweat, a sticky panting mess as he choked out an answer for you, "s'tight, baby. ah— fuck, baby! please," he bucked his hips so his dick earned friction in your grasp, "need you."

you were at his ear, lips brushing against his temple, "are you ready to cum?"

he feverishly nodded as his eyes squeezed shut, his left hand finding yours in the midst of his anticipation and clutching it against him. you were fully inside him now; every inch you got out of him you had duly earned. you pumped his whimpering cock with long languid strokes simultaneous with your slow and slight ruts. you left your strap in as deep as you could go, only allowing about an inch to leave before rutting it right back in. over and over and over again until gojo was straining against you seeing fucking stars.

his stomach tightened under your hand and you knew he was right there on the edge. you angled your hips forward a bit to snap them right back into his ass again, trying to find that pleasure point of his. his scream told you everything you needed to know.

"you're so fucking good for me, baby," you cooed at his ear, trailing kisses down his neck with every sentence, "so fucking good for me. so fucking good around me. fucking made for me, huh?"

he was gasping your name with every thrust of your hips, every pump of his cock. suddenly his eyes snapped open in the brightest shade of blue you had ever seen them. the furniture around the bed started shaking, twitching erratically in anticipation, the room quite literally radiating in a glow as if you were caught in a beam of light of a UFO. you could only gasp in awe of the scene before you, singlehandedly undoing the man famously known as the strongest before your very eyes.

a power only a woman like you could wield so prodigiously.

with a guttural scream, satoru was cumming hot white ribbons at your straining hand across the sheets of the bed that was now rising up off the floor in a blue haze. you didn't dare let up on him, snapping up into that same spot until hot tears streamed down his face and trailed down into the hollow of your neck. your jaw hung slack as you fought your lungs for steady breath, your eyelids fluttering shut in a dreamlike state of fulfillment as the bed continued to tremble beneath the two of you.

relief, at last, for your good boy.

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 approaching intimacy with their pregnant s/o

Request: Hiii! Can you please do a Ot13 about like their intimacy and sex life during your (their s/o) pregnancy? Also like what if they do intiniate sex or you do? Or like what will they do? What matters the most to them, what intimacy is to them, how much they prioritise it and all that

A/N: Sorry for making you wait. Surprisingly, had to think about it for a long time lol.

Content: This post discusses intimacy, relationships, and pregnancy, including emotional and physical dynamics. Please proceed if comfortable with these topics.

Seungcheol: As the dependable partner, Cheol would prioritize your comfort above all else. He's deeply attuned to your needs and emotions, always checking in to ensure you're okay. If you initiated, he'd pause to check if you’re sure, then take a slow and sensual approach, ensuring it’s all about your comfort. So when it comes to intimacy, he’s incredibly gentle, making sure you feel cherished and respected. He’s a firm believer in physical touch, often holding your belly while talking to your baby. Even if sex takes a backseat, cuddling and affectionate gestures remain a constant.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan thrives on teasing you in the sweetest way. He enjoys reminding you how beautiful you are, even if you're feeling less than your best. When it comes to intimacy, he’s slow and (also) sensual, taking his time to make you feel adored. He wouldn’t initiate often unless he could tell you wanted to but would at first somewhat tease or flirt to gauge your mood. If you initiated, he’d smirk and tease you a little but would be fully attentive, ensuring you’re comfortable every step of the way. He’s also playful, making you laugh during vulnerable moments. He’ll happily trade physical intimacy for massages or rubbing your feet when you’re too tired.

Joshua: I believe Shua takes a tender and romantic approach, always asking for your comfort levels before initiating anything. I'm telling you again, he will ALWAYS CHECK in with you before initiating anything. He’s incredibly patient, prioritizing your well-being over his needs. Sex during pregnancy is more emotional than physical for him. If you initiated, he’d smile softly, taking it as a sign of trust and will do whatever you want him to do. Expect lots of forehead kisses, slow dancing in the living room, and soft reassurances that he still finds you breathtaking. And even without sex, Joshua would show his love through gestures like foot massages or singing to your baby bump.

Jun: My man becomes even more attentive and thoughtful, taking on the role of your caretaker. He’s curious about every change happening to your body and finds it all fascinating, including the way your baby bump grows. Intimacy with Jun is lighthearted unlike other times, often filled with laughter as he tries to make you feel at ease. He’s naturally affectionate and wouldn’t shy away from initiating intimacy but would do so in a way that made you feel completely at ease. If you initiated, he’d be excited but gentle, showering you with compliments about how beautiful you are. He’ll make sure you’re comfortable and won’t push for anything you’re not up for.

Hoshi: Hoshi’s enthusiasm doesn’t falter one bit. He’s all about showering you with affection and telling you how amazing you are for carrying your little tiger cub. His approach to intimacy is spontaneous yet considerate—he’ll make sure to keep things fun and stress-free. Even if you’re not in the mood for sex, he’ll settle for long cuddles, kisses, and telling the baby how much they’re loved. If you initiated, he’d beam with excitement and take it as a sign that you trust him.

Wonwoo: Wonwoo becomes even more protective and gentle during your pregnancy. He would lean into emotional intimacy, letting sex come naturally as you feel comfortable. He rarely initiates but is incredibly responsive if you do, ensuring every moment feels meaningful and stress-free. He’s all about soft, meaningful moments, where the two of you can just connect. Intimacy with him is fluffy and slow, with an emphasis on emotional closeness rather than anything physical. He’ll spend hours reading to you or resting his head on your belly, finding peace in just being close to you.

Woozi: He’s highly attuned to your emotional and physical needs, often putting your comfort above his own desires. He’s less likely to initiate sex during your pregnancy unless he’s certain you’re feeling up to it, but if you initiated, he’d treat it as a chance to connect deeply. Woozi expresses his care in very impactful ways. He may not be overly verbal, but his actions speak louder than words ever can. He’s meticulous about ensuring your comfort and will adjust his schedule to spend more time with you. Intimacy with him is delicate and thoughtful—he focuses on what makes you feel good without putting any pressure on you.

Dokyeom: Kyeom's cheerfulness is contagious (I'll forever say this), and he’s always there to lift your spirits. He’s naturally affectionate but might be shy about initiating sex, worried about your well-being. If you initiated, he’d be thrilled but cautious, ensuring you’re genuinely ready and not pushing yourself. He’ll make you laugh during stressful moments and remind you how stunning you are every day. Intimacy with him is full of warmth and love, ensuring you never feel self-conscious. Even if sex isn’t on the table, he’s more than happy to hold you close and sing softly to your belly.

Mingyu: I think Gyu's love language is physical touch, so intimacy during your pregnancy would be a priority for him—not just sexually but in all forms. He’s highly affectionate, often initiating cuddles, massages, and gentle touches. If you initiated, he’d be eager but controlled, focusing on your comfort and ensuring the experience is as relaxing as possible. ALSO Mingyu thrives on making you feel like a queen during your pregnancy. From cooking your favorite meals to pampering you with spontaneous spa days, he’s all about treating you right. So, intimacy with him is passionate yet tender—he constantly reassures you of your beauty.

Minghao: Hao is incredibly mindful and attentive, always asking how you’re feeling and adapting his approach based on your needs. He’s patient and respectful, never initiating unless he knows you’re comfortable. He sees pregnancy as a beautiful journey and respects the changes in your body. Intimacy is gentle and intentional, with lots of eye contact and affirmations. If you initiated, he’d would proceed with care and attentiveness and if you’re not feeling up for sex, he’ll focus on other forms of connection, like holding hands or meditating together.

Seungkwan: Seungkwan is equal parts doting and passionate, constantly making sure you’re comfortable while also electrifying the mood with his sexiness I'm sorry. But he might hesitate to initiate sex, worried about your comfort. If you initiated, he’d approach it with care and sensitivity, making sure you felt cherished every step of the way. He’s vocal about how proud he is of you, often showering you with compliments. Intimacy with Seungkwan is full of love and care and he’ll take things at your pace and prioritize cuddles, kisses, and emotional connection over anything else.

Vernon: Vernon is adaptable, always going with the flow of your emotions. He’s not one to force anything and instead focuses on being present and supportive. He'll let you take the lead most of the time. He values your comfort and emotional well-being above all else, rarely initiating unless he senses you’re in the mood. If you initiated, he’d treat it with quiet enthusiasm, making sure you felt safe and loved. He’ll spend hours talking with you or playing your favorite songs to relax you. Physical affection remains gentle and unhurried, reflecting his respect for your boundaries. For Vernon, intimacy is about staying connected whether through sex, hanging out together, or simply holding you close.

Dino: Dino approaches your pregnancy with awe and excitement. He’s fascinated by the changes and always eager to help out. I think he'd be kinda nervous too about your pregnancy, often seeking advice to ensure he’s doing everything right. Intimacy with Dino is sweet and youthful, filled with playful moments and heartfelt gestures. He may be a little shy about initiating anything, but he makes up for it with his attentiveness and care. If you initiated, he’d be touched and would focus entirely on making you feel special.

[nicsnort]

Sex Therapist

NSFW 18+ male incubus x female reader

Word count: 2980

CW: hypnosis, dubious consent, illusions, incubus, cuckolding, blowjobs, edging, praise kink, pet/owner talk, squirting; also you have a shitty boyfriend

Usually, I'd have a lore prompt here but I really just wrote this over three days as a way to distract myself from...errr "current events". It is set in the same world as my other monster fucker fics though

You and your boyfriend were having trouble with your sex life. So, you agreed to go to a therapist. Turns out their therapist is an incubus, and he has his own plans for you.

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You were thinking of breaking up with your boyfriend. He had been super pushy lately about sex. He wanted every meet-up to end in sex, and when you said no for whatever perfectly rational reason, he still pushed for a blowjob or tried to guilt trip you. It wasn’t like sex with him was that great, like it was fine, but you took more pleasure just doing things by yourself than relying on him for an orgasm…not that he had ever made you cum in the first place.

Still, you hesitated to break up with him; the first couple of months together were great outside of sex. He was kind and considerate. Then, something changed after he lost his job and spent most of the day online; he started putting all his focus on your sex life together. Sex wasn’t everything in a relationship, and the way he acted was enough to turn you off. Still, you wanted to work on these problems together - though so far, you’d gotten nowhere.

What you needed was outside relationship counseling. And luckily your boyfriend agreed.

“Are you sure this is the right place,” you asked him as you approached what looked like a renovated club. He had found a counselor through a recommendation from a buddy from his work who had similar problems with his wife.

“This is the address I was given. I mean, open property around here is pretty scarce; I’m sure they took what was available.”

Together, you went up to the club—the therapist’s—door and rang the bell. A peep window on the door slid open; you saw a feminine set of eyes peering through. Your boyfriend smiled at her. “Hi, we’re here for an appointment with the doctor.”

“Oh, yes! One moment,” a feminine voice replied with surprising enthusiasm. The eye slit shuttered, and a few moments later, they were buzzed in. Inside, the office was surprisingly clean and formal compared to the exterior. Comfortable chairs and couches were littered around, a tea and water station against one wall, and a desk where an extremely beautiful woman was waiting to check them in.

“The doctor knows you are here and will call you in when he’s ready. Please feel free to sit down and have a drink while you wait.”

You found it a little strange that the woman didn’t take your names or confirm your identities at all, but you shrugged it off. It wasn’t like this was a selective thing; people only came here if they needed help. You poured yourself a cup of tea and offered one to your boyfriend, who denied it as he sat in a chair. His eyes were on the assistant covetously. 

With another shrug, you sat on the plush couch across from him. Whatever tea this was smelt marvelous. Just inhaling the scent made your shoulders relax. There was a water feature providing a gentle, burbling water sound. As you sipped the tea, you sank into the couch. This waiting area was so relaxing that you were nearly falling asleep.

There must have been a silent fan somewhere as you felt a soft breeze drifting over your face and neck. Relax. The whisper of touch across your whole body. Let go. A ghostly caress upon your lips. Sink. A soft sigh escaped your lips. Deeper. Your neck muscles released, your head tilting back to rest upon the plush couch back.

“The doctor is ready for you.”

You jerked slightly as you were awoken from your dozing. Had you fallen asleep? You must have, or else had your boyfriend been speaking to you? Either way, you were feeling very relaxed. Getting up from the couch, you saw anticipation in your boyfriend’s eyes. He was nowhere near as relaxed as you.

The assistant led them through the door. On the other side, a tall man stood there. He was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. Both he and his assistant should be models instead of working in a place like this. Where did the assistant go? Had she already left?

“Ah, please sit down,” the doctor greeted, his enrapturing voice capturing your attention completely. He gestured you to a couch across from the chair he was standing near. With a soft smile, you did so. Good girl.

You blinked, confused. It sounded like the doctor had said something, but his lips had not moved. Your boyfriend entered as well, sitting on the other end of the couch. You barely paid him any mind; your focus was on the doctor.

The doctor sat in his chair, his legs open and relaxed. Through his dress pants, you could see an impressive bulge. It was so much bigger than your boyfriend’s. So, eager.

Your eye slid up to the doctor’s face. Had he spoken again? No, but he wore a smile almost as if he knew what you had thought. Let your worries fade away.

“What brings you into my office today,” the doctor asked, his voice low and melodic, forcing you to focus on it to hear him. 

“Unmet sexual needs,” your boyfriend said bluntly. “She doesn’t want to ever have sex when I do, and when she finally puts out, she’s no fun, just wants to get it over with.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. Then his beautiful eyes focused on you; there was a strange shimmer in their depths. “Do you believe that is an accurate statement?” You are a good girl.

“No. He always wants sex or sexual favors whenever we get together.  I asked him to bring my lunch to work, and he wanted a blowjob in the bathroom in exchange. Bringing your girlfriend lunch shouldn’t be an exchange; it is simply something you do.” Your shoulders tensed, and the stress started to reenter your body.

“I see.” Relax. “Do you give him oral sex otherwise?” Sink deeper.

“Yes.” You are warm. Comfortable. You leaned back against the couch. Like sinking into a hot bath, a flush rose up your body. You were so relaxed. Listening to the doctor’s voice, each syllable pulling you down. Deeper. Sinking. Your thoughts were growing sluggish.

“Do you like sucking your boyfriend’s cock?” The direct nature and harsh words from his mouth were spoken in the same smooth tone as before. Such a question should have jarred you, but you were so relaxed. 

“No.” You heard your boyfriend huff. Would the doctor be upset with you? Relax. You are safe.

“Can you tell me why?” You are a good girl.

“It feels like an obligation.” 

Good girls like sucking cock. The doctor shifted in his chair, your eyes could not help but gaze down to his straining pants. The bulge was bigger than before. You licked your lips at the thought of his member aching to get out of its confines. “Do you want to suck my cock?”

“What the fuck, man,” your boyfriend shouted. The doctor waved his hand, and your boyfriend stiffened as if restrained.

“Yes, please,” you replied politely, your boyfriend’s words and sudden petrified state not even phasing you.

“Good girl,” the doctor said aloud. A shiver of pleasure coursed through you at those words. A smile grew on your face. “Tell me, does your boyfriend eat you out?”

Your smile faded into a pout. “No.”

“Do you orgasm when your boyfriend fucks you?”

“No.”

“My poor, pretty pet,” the doctor cooed. “Thank you for being honest with me. As a reward, you may suck my cock.”

The smile returned to your face. He pulled his cock from his pants and gestured you to him. Your eyes were fixated on the cock as you slid off the couch and crawled forward. Just like the man, it was such a beautiful cock. Long and thick with just the right amount of curve. He was already rock hard, a glistening bead of white pre-cum waiting for you to taste.

As you knelt before him, there was a grunt behind you like a muffled scream. Your head turned back to see your boyfriend frozen in place. The doctor touched your chin and gently redirected your face to look at him again. “Forget about him, pet.”

His gorgeous yellow eyes shimmered like fire. They were so beautiful against his scarlet skin. A stray thought passed your clouded mind. Had they always looked like that? Had the doctor always had beautiful ink-black horns that curved up from the top of his head, reaching back to his strong, leathery wings? Of course, he did. Silly you.

“Good girl, brush away all those silly little thoughts. All you want is your reward.” His devil’s tail lifted from behind him, pushing your head forward.

Your focus returned to your reward. The turgid cock before you. Reaching up, you grasped the hot rod in your hand. Pumping your hand up and down, you marveled at how the soft, smooth skin combined with each bump and ridge. Your pussy clenched with desire. You wanted to feel this cock in you.

Silly you. You could.

The growing bead of inky black pre-cum on the tip of his cock was calling to you. Sticking out your tongue, you ran a long lick up the underside of his cock before lapping up the pre-cum. As that beautiful pearl of essence hit your tongue, you groaned. You had never tasted anything so good. Salty, yes, but with an undercurrent of addictive sweetness. You wanted more, and you already knew how to get it.

Popping the tip of his cock in your mouth, you began to bob your head up and down. The bumps on the underside of his cock rubbed against your tongue, pleasuring you as you pleasured him. 

“There is a good girl.” He cupped the back of your head, guiding your rhythm but not forcing you to take more. 

The beautiful creature before you moaned and sighed gently as you pleasured him. “Mmmm, you are already so good at this, but there is room for improvement.” His breath hitched with pleasure. “I will teach you. No worries, pet, I will teach you everything you need to know and more.”

You could feel his body tensing, his member growing hot. His fingers tightened on your head, his claws digging just a hair into your scalp. “Such a good girl. You are going to swallow all of me, right? Good girls don’t let cum go to waste.”

You redoubled your efforts. Taking more of his cock into your mouth. Usually, you would choke on a cock this deep in your throat, but all you could think about was taking more of it in. Each time it went deeper into your throat, you sank deeper into yourself. Relaxing your throat, letting more of his cock inside of you. 

Sucking cock felt so good. Good girls liked sucking cock. You were a good girl.

He held your head in place. His member swelled as his delicious cum poured down your throat. You worked hurriedly, swallowing every drop you could. With each spurt of the hot, thick seed, your pussy clenched with delight.

Releasing your head, he began to stroke your hair. Slowly, you raised your head, cleaning his cock as you went. You sucked on the tip of his cock, getting every last drop of his cum. It tingled in your throat and stomach, warming your body like a hot meal on a cold day. With a pop, you released his cock. Looking up at him, you smiled contentedly.

“You look happy. Are you happy, pet?”

You nodded, your smile growing. He smiled back, his beautiful fangs displayed. “Excellent. Good girls are happy girls. And you are a very good girl.”

The compliment sent a wave of warmth across your body. You were so warm.

“Stand up, pet.”

Without hesitation, you rose to your feet. As you moved, your soaking sensitive pussy lips rubbed against each other, causing you to whimper. Your nipples were rock hard, poking through your shirt and bra, begging to be touched.

“You look warm. It is warm in here. Undress for me.”

Your movements were languid as you complied. Your fingers dragged across your skin as you removed your shirt. The tension of your bra straps stood out compared to how relaxed your shoulders were. Freeing your breasts was a relief. You wanted to touch them, to pull at your nipples, but you resisted. Good girls did what they were told, and you had not been told to touch yourself. 

As you pulled down your jeans and underwear together, a pool of your arousal was revealed in your panties. Your inner thighs quickly slickened as your desire was no longer soaked up by your clothing. Soon, you stood nude before him.

“Good girl. You look delicious, pet.” As he stared at you, you realized that while his eyes were roving your form, they were looking beyond the flesh. His fiery yellow eyes stared right into your very being to your soul. He licked his lips with hunger.

The large wings on his back flexed as he opened his arms, inviting you to sit. His serpentine tail guided you in place. Your back rested against his chest, your legs on either side of his, baring your dripping pussy to the man in front of you. Who was he? Oh, that’s right. Your boyfriend. You had forgotten.

Your boyfriend was still frozen in place. Fear in his eyes as he forcibly stared at the beautiful creature coddling you. Was something wrong? You furrowed your brow in confusion.

“No need for that, pet,” the heavenly being touching you suggested. “No need to worry. You are safe with me. Relax.”

The claws at the end of his elegant bat wings hooked around your ankles, holding your legs up and out. The position forced your arms up and around his neck or else risk slipping off. But you felt no fear. No concern that you would fall. You were safe with him. He would never let you fall.

“I am going to pleasure you, now, my pretty little pet. All you need to do is focus. Focus on my voice.” His low, even, melodic voice spoke in your ear. 

His claws hands ran up your stomach to play with your breasts. He rolled and rubbed your nipples and breasts gently. The spade of his tail stroked your pussy. Just enough pressure to keep your attention but not enough to let you cum.

“Now, pet, do you know why you are here today? No need to speak. Just nod or shake your head.”

You nodded. The tip of the spade of his tail flicked your clit. You gasped with pleasure.

“You are wrong. But that is okay, silly thing. You are wrong because that man across from you lied to you. You know that man, do you not, pet?”

You nodded and were rewarded with a tug on your nipples that made you moan in want of more.

“Correct. You do know him. He is the man that cannot make you cum. He is the man that only thinks of his own pleasure. He is the man that came to me and asked me to make you a cock-drunk slut who would cater to his every sexual whim. He is the man who could never make you feel as good as I do.”

You whimpered in need. While he spoke in your ear, his hot breath caressing your skin, the words buzzing in your mind, his eyes were fixated on the man across from you.

“That man thinks you are a bad girl, but I know better, pet. You are a good girl. You are such a perfectly submissive girl.”

His long, forked tongue ran up your neck. He bit your ear softly before continuing. “You see, I like to help people, pet. You humans are so wrapped up in your sexual morals that you all have such a hard time indulging. So, few of you know what you truly want, but I help you discover that.”

He began speeding up his attention and the rhythm of his words, driving you closer to the edge.

“You humans think my kind brings sexual corruption, that we are evil, but all we do is reveal your deepest desires and aid you in reaching them. When that man came to me, I accepted his request to help in your sex lives as a therapist. But when you arrived, I saw what he truly wanted - you as nothing more than a tool for him for sex and money, a leech. And I saw what you truly were - such a good submissive pet, so ready to find the perfect owner.”

Your body writhed in his arms. You were at the edge, almost ready to climax, but you could not cum. Deep inside of you, you knew. Good girls did not cum without permission.

“Good girls do not deserve men like him. You have so much more potential.”

You whimpered. Tears forming at the corners of your eyes. Your body was pulled taught, ready to hear that word. You need to hear it. You would go insane if you did not-- “Cum.”

White filled your vision as your eyes rolled back in your head. A gush of fluid shot out of you as your pussy clenched wildly on nothing, nearly reaching the dreadful man sitting frozen on the couch. You had never felt like this before. The orgasm was a rocket, and now you were floating among the stars.

Slowly, your body relaxed once more. The hot hands on your body stroking you, calming you. 

“Very good,” his voice was low and evenly melodic again. He sighed and pressed a kiss against your ear. As he pulled his lips away, the softest whisper that you only heard because of your focus on his voice was spoken. “I think I am going to keep you.”

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This is definitely a part 1 - I'll link part 2 here

Other Department of Monster Affairs works

Werewolf bites and bodily fluids - worldbuilding/lore prompt for Hello Neighbor

Hello Neighbor - m!werewolf x f!reader, teratophilia, knotting, heat. One-shot.

Minotaur Essence Products - worldbuilding/lore prompt for After Party

After Party - m!Minotaur x f!reader, teratophilia, breeding, overstimulation.

For other works see my masterlist

[goatgoesmbe]

Thinking about Reader who feels like she's never feel like she was treated like a woman

I'm talking about getting flowers, good morning texts from 'guy friends', or getting a barrage of compliments on her pictures on Instagram

Growing up, she was tomboyish, always heard how she was very unladylike, whether it was her attitude or her appearance she was not soft and delicate

I'm saying, resting bitch face, being tall, also muscular

It's not like she was desperate or anything, just thought it must be nice to be treated like a princess

Getting into the military at young age, following her oldman footprints

And then she met Gaz

Gaz who opened doors for her whenever they were walking, being considerate when he touched her as he fixed her gear. She didn't want to think much of it, but it's kinda hard to when it seemed like he was looking for an excuse to touch her, with him standing behind her, hand on her hip, guiding her shot at the shooting range

Gaz who made her blush by slipping her hair behind her ear

Gaz who picked a small flower and slip it to your ear with that charming grin of his

Gaz who made sure to walk on the curbside when he was beside you as the team go out to hangout at a pub

Gaz who made you involuntarily tear up when he said you're pretty

Gaz who made you more confident in your appearance by taking candid pictures and sending it to you

Gaz who punched a recruit when he overheard him making an attractiveness tier list of the women in the base with his buddies, without you in it because you're 'too manly' (he thought the tier list itself is just weird, but their comment of you is what made him snap)

[hyperfocusthusly]

Say you’ll stay

Full disclosure this was meant to be my @bucktommyfluffebruary fic with the prompt ‘clingy boyfriend’ but I slipped and a bunch of angst spilt into it. I promise to return tomorrow with fluffy house husbands 🫶🏻

Notes: established relationship, sickfic | Rated: G | Words: 608

[Read on A03]

——-

As soon as Tommy picks up the phone Buck knows something is wrong. Tommy sounds rough, voice grating and his breath is audible even through the phone.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a bit tired.” He sounds exhausted and Buck knows he didn’t have a shift today so it can’t be that.

“You sure? You sound worse than just a bit tired.”

“I’m just-” he can practically hear Tommy worrying his bottom lip. “I’m just feeling a bit ill, it’s nothing really.”

“That would be more convincing if I couldn’t literally hear you wheezing.”

“Evan-”

“I’m coming over, at the very least to drop off some medicine.”

“We’re supposed to be-” he is cut off by a hacking cough. Buck flinches against the phone, waits for Tommy to get his breath back. “-supposed to be taking it slow” he finishes around heavy breaths.

“Yeah, but taking it slow means going at a pace that’s better for both of us, getting to know each other properly. It does not mean leaving you to suffer on your own just because we saw a movie together last night.”

Tommy can’t really argue with that, even if he had the breath too.

“Yeah, okay.” He takes as deep a breath as he can manage and gives Buck a quiet “thank you.”

——-

When Tommy finally answers the door, three knocks, two phone calls and a serious consideration of what it would take to break it down, Buck almost drops the carrier bag he’s holding.

Tommy catches his expression and runs a hand through his disheveled hair.

“-m fine.”

“You’re clearly not, I have eyes Tommy!”

Buck steps into the house, closing the door behind him. As they come into the kitchen he presses the back of his hand against Tommy’s forehead. Tommy blinks slowly and leans instinctively into the touch, seemly out of breath.

“You have a fever and,” Buck moves his hand down to cradle Tommy’s cheek, “you know that I love you, but you look terrible.”

Tommy’s face scrunches up at that, but he continues to lean on Buck. Buck puts the carrier bag on the kitchen side,

“Let’s just put that down there and then-” he stops, aware that he is taking on more of Tommy’s weight with each passing moment. Buck slips an arm around his waist and guides him back to the couch. With Tommy safely deposited, Buck looks over to the bag on the side, he’d bought several different medicines. He needed to check what doses were needed and which order they would be best in. He goes to straighten up, but finds himself unable to move.

There is a trembling hand clasped tightly in the front of his t shirt. Tommy tilts forwards and mumbles something into the fabric of Buck’s jeans.

Buck crouches down in front of him, concern written all over his face.

“What was that darling?”

Tommy meets his gaze, eyes red and swimming.“Will you-” he looks frightened for a moment, Buck places a reassuring hand on his knee. “Will you stay?”

Buck’s expression softens immediately, he leans toward closing the gap between them, resting their foreheads together.

“Of course I’ll stay,” he carefully untangles Tommy’s hand from the front of his t shirt, threads their fingers together instead. “I was never going to leave you.”

Tommy reaches out with his free hand and grasps at Buck, holding onto any part of him he can reach, pulling him closer. Buck goes easily, wrapping Tommy up in his arms.

“I’m going to look after you okay?”

Tommy nods gently from where he is pressed into the crook of Buck’s neck.

“Okay.”

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[rainbowsky]

Anonymous asked:

Big fan of your posts! What do you think of Huang Ziteng's [redacted]

Love to hear your thoughts!

Hi Anon. Thanks so much for your kind words, I am glad you're enjoying my blog! ☺️

I suppose you must be a bit surprised to see your name come up as anonymous, since your question was not submitted anonymously. It is because this particular ask put me in a bit of a dilemma and I decided to err on the side of caution. I don't want anyone getting offended by what I have to say about things like this.

The material in question

The content that you shared with me was indeed video footage of Huang Ziteng speaking on a livestream about GG and DD. I asked a dear friend who is fluent in Chinese to give me a rough overview since there was no translation, and this is what Shufu is saying:

They've been together for 6 years.

DD was the one who was more outward in the pursuit, but GG was expressing his love with his eyes, and it's impossible to say who was attracted first.

A bit of background about The Untamed, saying that an actor with the last name of Ma was already cast as Wei WuXian and only needed to sign the contract, but Ma was in a series that was popular at the time and decided he wanted more compensation. The production couldn't afford it, and switched to GG.

Turtles will have a lifetime of candies.

This video is also not new (based on other copies found online, it's at least as old as October of last year), and apparently this isn't the first time he's spoken fairly openly about them in a livestream.

My thoughts

I have somewhat mixed feelings about this, and I want to dig into a couple of issues because this really touches upon some of the core considerations of being a turtle.

1 ] Supporting closeted couples

GG and DD are closeted, at least when it comes to being in the public eye*. This isn't just because of their queerness, but it is also because they are celebrities and as such they're required to appear single.

*It is obvious they are out among their friends and close colleagues, but that is very different from being publicly out.

We need to consider audience expectations and the pressures of investors, brands and productions to be able to market stars on the perception of romantic availability. This is why stars in that industry tend to hide their relationships and even families and children.

As celebrities GG and DD are not able to be publicly out.

Being queer is undoubtedly also a complication. Even though many Chinese citizens are tolerant of homosexuality, especially the younger generation, many are only tolerant of it as long as it is not seen or discussed. It's highly likely coming out would result in a lot of backlash among audiences, even from people who aren't fans that dream of one day marrying them.

Chinese audiences can be absolutely savage towards anyone who takes up a certain type of public airspace. Anyone who sticks their head up too far for any reason stands a chance of having it chewed off.

That's quite apart from the political implications for them. The current government has had a very anti LGBTQ approach. GG and DD are not at liberty to be open about their sexual orientation if they want to be able to continue to enjoy a top spot in this heavily government-regulated industry, where they are frequently put in the position of being role models and ambassadors.

If they were to come out publicly about their relationship, or even just about being queer, it's very likely that a lot of queer people and queer allies would be inspired and emboldened by them.

While that might sound like a good thing to our Western ears, it's likely not so in the eyes of the government. This government treats LGBTQ people as potential political dissidents, which is why they crack down so much on opportunities for queer people to gather. Night clubs are shut down, queer organizations and agencies are shut down, Pride marches are no longer allowed.

The last thing they would want is for two of the top celebrities in the country to become poster boys for the queer rights movement. And this could easily happen whether GG and DD wanted it or not.

If they were seen as in any way leading or even just inspiring a politically subversive movement (as any movement that is critical of government policy is treated), it would not be good for them.

There is another, in some ways potentially more serious issue. This government has repeatedly characterized queer people as having a corrupting influence on youth. GG, and especially DD, are extremely popular among young people. If they were to come out about their relationship or about being queer, there is a possibility that in the eyes of the government they would instantly become 'corruptors of the youth', with all of the outcomes that one can imagine for such a corrupter.

In other words, it could be very unpleasant indeed.

Make no mistake about it, the government knows they are a couple. This government knows. But GG and DD are allowed to play the roles they play in the industry because they are useful to the government, because they are mouthpieces for political messaging, and because they keep a low profile with regard to their personal lives.

There's also the personal side to this.

As queer people, our identities and our personal lives frequently become a source of controversy and friction. Therefore our personal stories absolutely must be under our own control. We must always be the ones deciding how much about us is known, and who knows it.

All of this to say, this is not Huang Ziteng's story to tell, and as somebody who knows them personally and is publicly associated with them - having worked with them in the past - outing them like this to fans is extremely not okay. Unless he has their permission, he is seriously violating their privacy and potentially putting them at risk.

For this reason, I find it extremely difficult to imagine that GG in particular would have given him permission to speak openly about their relationship. He would have understood that it could make Huang Ziteng look bad, as there's no way for him to say or prove that he has their permission to discuss these things.

All other considerations aside, I just don't see GG being okay with that.

2 ] The issue of veracity

Turtles love Shufu. Of course we do. He gives us candy, and we all love candy. There are many turtles who starve and suffer without candy. Some of our favorite candies came directly from him. What's not to love?

The problem here is, there's absolutely no evidence or proof of anything that he says beyond what we already know as turtles. He isn't giving us any new evidence or proof of their relationship (and that's probably really good thing given what I just talked at length about above), and most crucially he has not given any fresh insight into them as a couple. Nothing that might show he really has an inside perspective on them.

There's absolutely nothing to say that he isn't simply parroting everything we say back to us, telling us what we want to hear.

For what purpose? Well, people can be a bit strange, especially when it comes to fame and attention and popularity. I've actually seen this with my own eyes IRL. Humans can behave in puzzling ways when in the proximity of people who are very famous and popular.

Personal opportunism aside, the world can be very cold and lonely, and people will often go to great lengths to feel special, to feel powerful and to feel loved.

I just finished talking about how much turtles tend to love Shufu. That alone is something that should give all of us pause when it comes to a situation like this. We are vulnerable to being taken advantage of by somebody in his position. We need to proceed with caution and understand the possibility that he could be just saying these things for his own purposes.

This actually happened with Cheng Yi. Remember she used to share a lot of cartoons and candies and other things related to GG and DD. It turns out that she tried to profit from impressionable c-turtles a while back, in ways that made them uncomfortable. We all need to be very careful who we trust. And I say this as someone who has a chronic problem with being too trusting and naive.

I am by no means saying that Huang Ziteng is lying, or that he is setting out to take advantage of turtles, I'm simply pointing out that we do not know where he's coming from or why he's doing what he's doing, and there are a lot of legitimate reasons to be concerned. We don't even know what his current relationship with them is, or if he actually has any recent information about them.

So I know a lot of turtles are going to be extremely excited about the idea that someone who knows them personally is openly confirming their relationship. However, I would urge caution on this.

The way I see it there are three possibilities:

He is directly aware of their relationship, and was sharing this information with their permission. Of course anything is possible, but given all of the issues I just discussed above, I find it highly, highly unlikely. They already have the fake rumor house and their own social media accounts and various other ways of feeding us. I find it unlikely that they would authorize friends and colleagues to out them publicly.

He is saying all of this without their permission, and doing so for his own reasons, whether that be emotional validation or personal gain or some other purpose. Unfortunately we have to accept that this is a very real possibility.

He is a turtle himself, whether he has direct knowledge about their relationship or not, and is excited to talk about them with other turtles, and everything he is saying is just the ramblings of any turtle - without any actual validation, just like any other turtle.

Which of these possibilities am I leaning toward? For now I'm sitting somewhere between option two and option three - much more leaning to two. I'm going to reserve judgment for now, but I'm starting to look a little bit more carefully at past candies from him and thinking they might need to be reevaluated.

In other words, I'm starting to have doubts about him and his motives, although I am keeping an open mind. I will need more information before I can really make a decision on where I stand.

I would like to conclude by saying to everyone - don't be cynical, don't view everyone as a grifter or an opportunist, but also don't be naive and gullible. Things are rarely what we assume, whether we are assuming well or ill.

The truth usually falls somewhere between, in the grey area between the extremes.

Maybe one day we will get the answers to some of these questions, but for now we really don't have much information to go on. It's up to each turtle to chart their own path, I just hope we will all exercise critical thinking and discernment.

Final thoughts

Someone like this coming along and saying a bunch of stuff does not change a single thing for me as a turtle. I have no way of knowing whether he is speaking based on his own personal experience and close relationship with them, or whether he is speaking as a turtle who has been at some remove from them since filming.

I long ago stopped needing any validation of GG and DD's relationship. I trust my own judgment, so this kind of confirmation isn't really something I seek out or feel any kind of way about at all. I already believe BJYXSZD.

I feel like that insulates me somewhat from being swept away by something like this, and makes it possible for me to look at it with a skeptical eye.

If we analyze what he's saying, he sounds like somebody who has been watching the BTS. This is exactly the sort of thing I've seen many turtles say over the years. And if you examine his statements, for example, "It's impossible to say who was attracted first," a comment like that makes my spidey senses tingle.

If he was close enough to them to know the details of their relationship, and especially if he was close enough to be given permission to share those details, surely he would have some insight into such things, or at least some personal flourish to add.

So for reasons I already stated, I'm not able to take this at face value and just trust he is acting in good faith and out of complete honesty as someone who is in their close inner circle. If anything this throws everything he's previously shared into doubt for me, and makes me wary of his motives.

Like I said, every turtle has to chart their own path, and develop our own perspectives based on the available information.

It's not like we have to decide one way or the other, either. It's always an interesting thought exercise to explore a variety of different perspectives and possibilities, and keep our minds open. Since we are unlikely to ever get confirmation one way or the other, there's no point in jumping to conclusions.

In any case, I will be keeping my eye on him.

My friend said the most interesting thing about this livestream is what he says about GG and the role of WWX. I have to agree. Production talked during promo about GG being first choice for WWX, so this statement from Huang Ziteng is very interesting (and likely impossible to verify).

Standard disclaimer: this is my personal opinion based on my own experience and perspective. There may be people who will disagree with what I have to say and that is their right, but I won't tolerate any hostility. We can agree or disagree on friendly terms. Anyone who is unable to be friendly and civil in their disagreement is asked not to respond to this post.

[flwrkid14]

I was reading the two posts about Tim's Christmas list, and just thought of the Bat Family noticing how happy Tim is.

Maybe Damian sees the new brushes and asks why Tim has Stephanie's things?

"Oh no, those aren't her's. They're mine. Danny got them for me cause they were on my list. I've needed a new set for a few years, but I only remember when I'm on a mission and needs to use them. Isn't he so sweet? And he got me really good quality ones, too!"

Or Jason mocking Tim for finally getting new hoodies. And instead of huffing or quipping back, Tim just brightens. Smiling in a way Jason's never seen.

"Danny got them for me! They're so soft. There's some of my favorite gifts from him! It's honestly nice to have new clothes that aren't formal. I'm so happy he read my list." And kinda just bounces away.

Maybe Bruce asking if Tim finally got new cups for his office?

"Danny's so sweet, isn't he? He found my list for Christmas and decided to get me a few mugs and thermoses. It's great I don't have to worry about accidentally cutting my mouth open again." 😊

Or Stephanie (who was injured on patrol and Tim's Nest, with apartment on top, was the closest place she could get to.) commenting on the fact that Tim has a lot of blankets, pillows, and plushies.

"Danny got them for me for Christmas I love how soft and warm everything is. He even found a plushie of a sleeping ghost! It's weighted, has a heating feature, and is made of glow in the dark fabric. Matter of fact, almost all the plushies and blankets he got me were weighted! Just like I had written on my list. They make me feel so loved. After all, he wants me to feel warm and safe, what's more considerate than that?"

Cass looks for Tim, knowing he's staying in the manor overnight because of a gala the next day. She hears music coming from the bathroom, but the light isn't on. So she goes in to turn it off, just in case Tim accidentally left it on. Only to see that there is a light on. A music box made to look like a record player spinning a vinyl, projecting blue light to look like you were underwater. Tim was in the bathtub, with the music box on the rim.

After the kerfuffle of them realizing Cass walked in on Tim taking a bath, and Tim getting dressed quickly, Cassandra asks him where he got it? It's cute and sounds really nice.

"Oh, it's a gift from Danny. He gave me it for Christmas. He knows I like cute things like that. And it's nice to listen to. He even got me this cat eared fluffy hairband for when I do my skincare or makeup! So cute, right?" 🥰

And slowly, all of them realize they never got Tim what he wanted. They try to justify it by saying he put tech on the list, but they look back through past lists and realize Tim changed his list because no one ever got him what he put on the list.

omg, I love your take on my posts! Your writing is so good! And you're absolutely right—the batfamily realizing their oversight and coming to terms with is such an interesting angle to explore! I like the way you went about it, especially all the times Tim kept mentioning the items were from his list!!

That said, I also wanted to address something that a lot of people were frustrated about when reading my original post.. many were upset with the family for not reading Tim’s list, wondering if they lost it or ignored it on purpose. I realize I didn’t provide enough context on my post for how the list actually functions!

The christmas lists in the batfamily aren’t necessarily meant to be followed to the letter—they’re more of a reference in case someone doesn’t know what to get. For example, Damian’s interests are pretty well known (art supplies, things for his animals, weapons), so most of the family can buy him something without needing to check his list. But for someone like Alfred or Bruce, where their preferences might be harder to pin down, the list serves as a guide.

With Tim, the family assumes they already know what he likes. They don’t think they need to check his list because, in their minds, they already understand him. So they keep giving him things they know he uses—cameras, electronics, hard drives—without realizing he already has more than enough. It’s not necessarily neglectful; it’s just a blind spot.

Danny, on the other hand, actually looks at the list. Not only because he wants to get Tim the best gifts possible, but because he lives with him. He sees what Tim already has in abundance and what he’s been meaning to get for himself but keeps putting off. That’s why his gifts are so thoughtful—he pays attention in a way the others don’t.

I hope this explanation helps clarify things for those who were confused or frustrated!!

[xo2dee]

NOW LOADING. .

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OPIA/GOJO NSFW WEEK 2023 - DAY TWO: FACE-FUCKING

PAIRING: Gojo Satoru x (Fem)Reader WARNINGS: MDNI/18+ ONLY. Oral sex (male receiving), deepthroating, face-fucking, dirty talk, slight degradation. WORD COUNT: 3,171 SUMMARY: He was the one to bring it up first, you just wanted to fulfill his wishes. Or: Gojo uses your throat.

A/N: id unhinge my jaw like a snake for this man

Your neck was slightly hurting from craning it so much, looking up at your lover from beneath your eyelashes with a coy smile and a lash of heat slipping across the expanse of your stomach. He looked no worse for wear, perhaps a little flustered if the red in cheeks spoke anything to you, yet from the fascinating way his pupils kept dilating and retracting back inwards you already just what was going on in that pretty little head of his. Head pressing back against the wall behind you the same time he licked his lips, you only waited patiently for his sign to go.

“You’re dead serious about this?”

“Yeah, but I remember you’re the one who said, ‘God, I wanna use your throat like I use your pussy’, soooo…”

Satoru’s throat cleared, lustrous eyes darting from your face and the random spot on the wall as he played back that particular time in his mind when balls deep inside of you and he had whined that out whenever you started to suck on his fingers. He was only torturing himself by beating around the bush, his arms coming up to brace himself against the wall just above your head, a frustrated huff leaving him as the strands of his hair bowed across his face, “Right, I did, but I didn’t think you were listening…” he shot an accusatory glance at you as you only cheekily shrugged, a sigh pushing out of his chest as the ever-growing presence of his arousal only seemed to grow in his sweatpants, “Okay, but you gotta tell me if it’s too much, y’know?”

You rolled your wrists to place your palms up atop your thighs, a placate gesture to soothe him before you eyed the dark stain forming on his sweats, “I’ll be okay, but if you want blue balls –”

“Alright, alright – sheesh,” Satoru nagged for a moment, sniffing like a snob before he rolled his wrists and one hand came down to toy with the elastic of his sweatpants, snapping it against his skin once before he reached inside and pulled his cock out. It bounced once, pretty pink on the tip and precum leaking that area as you could see he had already gotten excited at mere idea of the act. His hand returned to wall, his hips pushing forward enough to let his dick nearly kiss your lip as he spoke, “If I had known you’d wanted it this bad…”

“You call the shots.” Normally you didn’t necessarily like for people to take leads into what you were doing, but with how he was looking and acting towards you and how bad you wanted to watch that cocky expression to fall into bliss just from you alone you decided then you would listen to exactly what he wanted. You rose a brow again as you looked up through your lashes and gestured for him to continue.

Perhaps he was getting a little impatient.

“Spit on it.”

Oh, wow.

Your brows then curved upwards from his bold admission, but the pleasurable tingle coiling down into your abdomen and electrifying your clit were a different story on how the words made you feel. Nevertheless, from the way he kept his eyes on your form mere inches away from his hardened cock with that non-nonsense twist in his face, you obliged – gladly.

You sent Satoru one last grin as you readjusted yourself, angling your upper half forward as your hands came to rest on his hips while you pulled your face to hover just above his dick. The plush carpet was easy on your knees but did nothing to quell in the throbbing of your pussy and the dampness of you only growing to make of a mess of your lower regions. You already had saliva in your mouth from the earlier rough kissing that led to the moment, so swishing it around was easy enough until you got a considerable amount and let it come to sit at the breach of your mouth. You pushed yourself closer, his impossibly hot cock briefly ghosting in-between your tits as you let the slobber you conjured up slowly leak out of your lips to fall into his dry, awaiting, sweltering cock.

Once the first round of the spit came into contact with him, Satoru stirred above you. His hips slightly jerked and you heard a low exhale leave him as more of your drool began to coat him, all the while you grew increasingly aware of the searing imprint of his eyes watching you do the obscene action. You casted a glance up at him as you finished off with drooling all over his cock, your eyes meeting once more in a fiery fight for dominance as his hand came down to curl gently around the sides of your head.

Satoru’s chest was heavy with his breathing and you watch a small tilt of his lips angle upwards as he regarded you for the job, “Such a good girl… So ready to let me fuck your throat?”

Did he even have to ask? You were about to give him the best head of his goddamn life.

You sent him a patronizing look as you snorted, enjoying the way his expression twitched and he sighed while pressing the tip against your lips again, tracing them as he shook his head, “What am I gonna do with you?” You rolled your eyes and gaped when he slapped his tip atop on your bottom lip, “Aht, aht, aht, don’t be like that. Now stick your tongue out.”

Your insides curled at the command, fire licking up your spine, as you did as he asked and the reward of his cock slapping the tip of your tongue had your clit throbbing. A dab precum saturated itself on your tastebuds, more spreading as he slid his dick across the expanse of your tongue and chuckled to himself whenever you batted your eyelashes and shifted on your knees, the dampness in your panties causing more of a problem than you thought.

“You’re so desperate, it’s cute. Now why don’t you really make me happy?” Both of his hands returned to the wall, pushing his hips forward to emphasize his point for you to really get on with the show.

You decided then you were more than ready to watch him fall apart, one hand rising to smear the rest of your drool over the expanse of him. Your fingers tickled the underside of him briefly before you traced that one vein protruding outwards as you watched his cock finally stand to full attention and leaning your body back far enough so that the reddened tip of him was inches from your awaiting lips. You sent him one last look before curling a hand around the whole of him, and you started off by pressing a kiss to the tip of his dick.

The skin of it was hot against your closed lips, the presence of him all but completely invading all five of your senses as you grew hungry for more. You pulled away from the chaste kiss and parted your mouth open to let your warm tongue slide across the slit of him so slowly and wet, lapping around the spot in kitten licks that had him twitching underneath your hand. He stirred above you again, his arms folding into the wall and one hand reaching pack to grasp your head, slightly pressing harder into it. You took that as to remove yourself from tonguing away in jabs at the slit of him and twisting your wrist to angle his cock upwards, letting your tongue sluggishly slide up the underside of his cock as he began to throb in your hand and the vein you paid extra attention to bulge more outwards.

Another breath left Satoru, yet that time noisier and spurning you on to continue to hear more of him. The sound made you puff out a breath of hot, humid air against him, kissing back up the length of him until you were back at his tip and circling your tongue about in rotation as the taste of his precum dissolved onto your appendage and into your tastebuds. The taste of him let you hum, your eyes finally closing as you firmly wrapped your lips around the top half of him. That action got you more movement as he seemed to buckle somewhat from the entrance of your warm, wet mouth around his cockhead. A hum you hadn’t ever heard before vibrated out of his chest as his fingers tightened onto your head, but they made no move to pull you forward more onto his cock.

He was waiting until you gave the get-go.

“Keep going… Fuck,” he breathily let out, his tone betraying his body on just how he was feeling with part of his cock in your mouth. Your mind fogged for moment at his voice as you thought hard about your next effort. 

Your toes curled into what they could of the carpet below you, your face feeling hot and dizzy from lust as you began to stroke what you could of him in your mouth with the tip on your tongue. It was deliberate strokes to the underside of his tip, more precum oozing out of him the more you licked and sucked away. However, once you realized you were only getting harsher sounds of his breathing you picked up the pace, something that made you hollow your cheeks outwards and taking a sizeable inhale as you pushed your head further down his cock to let more his hot skin take up the place of your mouth. Once you were far enough to where your nose was pressing against to where your hand was wrapped around the base of him, you hummed.

Satoru’s reaction was instantaneous; his hips rocked forward as a louder more groan-sounding grunt pushed past his lips and his cock slid down further into your throat. You gagged only once, and a flutter of your eyelashes upwards let you see his forehead had come to press against the wall yet he kept his eyes on watching you sucking his cock. However, meeting your eyes that still held that glittering, teasing tint in them pushed another low gravelly noise from him as he ended up closing them and biting his lip. You feasted eyes on the tendons of his neck straining against the skin as he swallowed and huffed about to keep control inside of him.

You wanted more.

The arousal coating your cunt was growing harder to ignore, yet you pushed it away in favor of watching him come undone as you began to focus more on sucking the soul out of him through his cock. It was a gradual bobbing as you started, your hand taking the space you didn’t have in your mouth to pump away at his cock while the part inside of your grew more layered in saliva as you started to slurp at the appendage trying to suck through his skin until you got to the very nerves of him. He was hot (literally and figuratively) and the smell of his natural scent along with still hints of his cologne combined with the taste of him was driving you mad, the pulsing inside of you begging for attention as you eagerly suckled away at his cock.

You pulled back off of him for a brief moment when he grunted and jerked his hips forward again, taking a long inhale as a string of saliva latched from your top lip to his tip when you released him from the hot, wet cavern that was your mouth. You watched his head lull around and heard the cervical vertebrae in his neck crack after doing so, a long shuddering breath leaving him as canted his hips forward in a plea for more of your mouth around him. You treated him in letting your tongue swipe back up the slit of him, taking off more precum as you went and moaning when you licked off the dab of it on the corner of your mouth when it dripped a little too much.

He had opened his eyes then and watched the entire action with flushed cheeks and knotted brows, while you got to watch his eyes slightly widen before you laid another kiss to the tip with another taunting glance back up to him. That time, you wanted to go further.

You leant your head back, pressing more into the wall as you opened your mouth and gave the get-go to all but fuck your throat.

“Fuck.”

You gave a moan at the expletive, though it was quickly smothered by his cock sliding its way back into your mouth, however that time pushing past the area you had been in and eagerly finding its way to slide down into your throat. You gagged the same time Satoru moaned, his hips pushing forward more to completely pin you against the wall so that he had leverage to move his hips and fuck your face as much as he wanted. Your own hands fell to grip onto his pants, nails digging through the fabric and pricking the skin of his thighs as he groaned and readjusted his stance for what he was getting ready to do.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this… Remind me to eat your pussy after this,” his hips canted down further, another inch into your throat as drool began to seep out of your mouth and your eyes rolled into the back of your head.

There were no other words exchanged and he was setting a leisure pace to fuck your throat, before it wasn’t doing enough for him and moved faster – harder, until you were all but gagging on his cock with each well aimed thrust and drool slobbering out of your mouth which each whining gasp he made when he pushed himself in and out. You shifted your thighs as the obscene noises flooded the bedroom, having your heel pressed up the span of your soaking cunt through your underwear. The action caused a brief grind of relief but doubled down into more pleasure you wanted as you moaned around him again while he began to push into your face enough that you were able to feel his tip slam into the back of your throat with each push inwards. His cock jerked inside of your mouth and began throb in intervals from your increased speed, humid huffs leaving his mouth as you only continued onward whilst rocking your cunt against your heel.

Apparently Satoru had caught onto your actions, a groan falling out his chest when you opened your eyes to meet his flushed face as he watched you rock back and forth on your heel. “Getting yourself off because I’m fucking your face? God, that’s what I love about you; not afraid to be an overeager slut.”

The words made your clit throb, a whine garbled by the intensity of his cock in your throat as you only managed a gag and a squeal leaving your lips as his balls began to bounce back onto your chin. Your neck was aching as he bent your head more, curling your thumb into your fist to hope your gag reflex would kick in while a pool of tears began to blur your vision. He groaned above you again, his voice growing more whiney and smoldering you at your core the longer it went on and your throat gaped itself open more to allow room his cock.

Your gagging was in a rhythm by then, saliva bubbling itself at your lips with each push in and out of his cock and you could only open your eyes to a blurred vision of him with his eyebrows pinched together his mouth opened in a, ‘O’ before you got to watch it slowly fall apart and his groans became keening gasps. Satoru’s thrusts became sloppy; hips jutting into you as the back of your head pressed firmly into the wall behind you began to knock into it slightly, and you only had a few seconds before you realized that he was about to cum.

“I’m –” Satoru started off, breaking off with a low hum and shaking his head as though to clear his thoughts, “God, I’m gonna cum – Fuck, please swallow.”

You resisted the urge to laugh at how high-pitched the last part came out, mentally retorting with, ‘Well, where else is your cum gonna go?’ before he was pulling out of you with a, ‘pop!’ and his hands were cradling your head in a different way to maneuver how he wanted. You could only manage a raspy keen of ragged air, huffing through your mouth only an option for a second before he was pushing himself back inside at a near ninety-degree angle to fully situate his cock all the way into your throat. Your nose was pressed against the pubic hair of his groin, his musky scent sending your nerves into overdrive as you rocked forward onto your heel with a low hum and Satoru seized up with loud moan as his cock only throbbed once with the intent to cum.

And cum he did.

Your tongue wiggled underneath the expanse of his cock as it spurted out his cum in intervals, your eyes rolling back into your head at the taste as you could only wait for it to seep down into your throat so you could swallow it. His cum spattered against the roof of your mouth, your gums, onto the back of your molars as you let him continue to ride through his orgasm with patience. Satoru always seemed to cum a lot as well, finally pulling off of you after ropes of it with a sigh as you swallowed greedily as much as you could, wiping the rest from your mouth with the back of your hand while he tucked his cock back into his pants and leant down next you.

A warm hand came to rub at your throat, the other using a thumb to wipe away any stray tears as his switch flipped, “You alright?’

Sagging against the wall, you cleared your throat with a coy smile, “Never better.” A little raspy but it was doable, something that made him laugh and pinch your cheek.

“My little trooper,” he snickered at your disgruntled expression, swatting his hand away as he suddenly moved off of you and in-between your legs. You eyed him warily as he laid down on his front, coaxing your thighs apart as his fingers curled into the waistband of your shorts and panties. You sighed and let yourself be pulled further down.

“You don’t have to –”

“It’s not a have to, it’s a want to, babe. Now,” he kissed the inside of your thigh and began to slide your clothes down off of your legs, “Think your throat can hold out while I eat your pussy?”

[miraclechatbug]

The way Marinette and Adrien consciously and unconsciously choose to portray themselves as Ladybug and Chat Noir respectively is fascinating to me. We can take just the first two released episodes S6 and see the differences and similarities.

Marinette is clumsy, forgettable, scatter-brained, and constantly in anxious, worst-case scenario mode all the time. She's frazzled, speaks faster than her brain can keep up with, fidgets constantly, and is always doing something or the other. She always over-prepares and has a plan for everything. Her mannerisms as Marinette resemble her dad (Tom Dupain) and when she is Ladybug, I think she unconsciously channels her mom's (Sabine Cheng) confidence.

It's clear that as soon as she transforms, she carries herself with more composure and certainty, something she only occasionally manages as Marinette.

As Ladybug, she moves with more certainty, effortlessly taking charge and trusting her instincts. But at the same time, she carries the weight of responsibility, bound by the pressure of being the leading face as the savior of Paris and the expectation to always have a solution. Even though she’s more confident in her abilities, she isn’t necessarily more free— if anything, she’s more constrained. Every decision matters, every mistake has consequences, and she has to think about the bigger picture at all times. As Marinette, she doesn’t have that same overwhelming burden. She’s anxious, scattered, and often lost in her own thoughts, but she has the space to obsess over the little things, whether it's an overly detailed plan, a small interaction with her crush, or a passing worry that spirals into something bigger. While Ladybug has to act, Marinette has the luxury of hesitation, of focusing on minutiae instead of the weight of the world.

And then in contrast there’s Adrien, in how he navigates his dual identity. As Chat Noir, he thrives in the freedom his mask gives him, in being playful, loud, and entirely unrestrained. He takes up space without hesitation, making himself seen and heard in a way he never does as Adrien.

As his civilian self, he fades into the background, careful and composed. He rarely draws attention to himself, moving through the world with quiet politeness rather than asserting himself wherever and anywhere he wants as Chat Noir. He’s considerate, always attuned to the needs of those around him, and I think he very much consciously and unconsciously he holds himself back. Where Marinette over-prepares and overthinks and often falls into spirals, Adrien is overly polite, often depressed even though he hides it very well, repressed, avoidant, and non confrontational. It’s only as Chat Noir that he allows himself to be messy, make mistakes, rambunctious, and completely unfiltered.

That’s why their conversation about being the best versions of themselves in Sublimation is so interesting to me. They both genuinely believe that they are better, be it more capable, more confident, more themselves when they’re transformed and fighting side by side. It’s not necessarily true, and in many ways, they underestimate their own strength as civilians, but it’s what they feel, and that belief shapes how they carry themselves once transformed.

What makes this so fascinating is that, whether they intended to or not, their masks have now became more than disguises. Over time, they’ve unconsciously crafted personas around Ladybug and Chat Noir, leaning into traits they suppress in their civilian lives. Marinette channels a confidence and decisiveness that she struggles to access as herself, while Adrien embraces a level of freedom and self-expression that he never allows when he's de-transformed. It's like when they are Ladybug and Chat Noir, they give them permission to be the versions of themselves they think they should be.

I’m really excited to see how they keep changing, how the lines between themselves keep blurring. And honestly, their best selves were never just one or the other. It’s not Marinette or Ladybug, Adrien or Chat Noir— it’s all of it, all at once. They just need to learn to find the balance in that.

[wihellib]

Leviathan in Chapter 7

I am extremely disappointed that Levi tried to kill us again in Chapter 7. I really thought that we were past that stage. Especially after the contract scene in Chapter 6, he did soften towards us considerably.

To me, this action came out of nowhere and seems like a disservice to his character.

Like why? Why did he decide it was necessary to kill us at this moment? His reasons don’t make sense.

Where did these feelings suddenly come from? We were doing fine. What happened?

The only reason I can think of is that, before this, when we think we’re dying, the nobles were very distraught. And maybe this makes Levi think they’re too close to us. Or, on the other hand, he thinks we’re a threat because of our increasing powers as shown with us randomly knowing medical info. Either way we could be used against Hell, so it’s better to take us out of the equation before that happens. But, even if that’s true, they’re still very silly reasons and not at all justified.

It’s also a dumb move, as MC points out.

If MC dies, the devils are doomed. They won’t be able to descend further down the tower. The devils that haven’t broken their contracts will still have their powers restricted. Levi (and Satan) will have their powers restricted again since they made a new contract with the MC. And Levi likes having all his powers, he just told the MC they should have come to Hell sooner for this reason, so you think he’d try to avoid killing the MC because it would restrict his powers again.

The negatives of killing MC far outweigh the positives. And Levi is supposed to be smart, so you think he’d recognize this, but no, killing us for no reason was more important.

It wasn’t even like a quick neck snap, to show kindness, out of respect for his softened feelings towards us. He decided to slowly and painfully strangle us to death. How am I supposed to like this character?

And the MC’s reaction makes it even worse. Why are they blubbering about Levi’s sad childhood as he’s killing them? Why are they perfectly fine with him afterwards despite his attempt on their life? They weren’t okay with Barbatos after he poisoned them, it’s brought up multiple times in the main story, but they’re okay with Levi almost strangling them to death. Why??? Hypocrisy. I hate it.

Levi’s decision not to kill them doesn’t make sense either. We’re told over and over that in order to deal with Levi you have to push back against him. You can’t let him walk all over you.

So, the MC giving up completely and just sobbing as he kills them shouldn’t move Levi at all. So, why did he decide to spare them? It doesn’t fit with his character.

If they wanted a dramatic scene where the MC reveals that they know about Levi’s tragic past, that’s fine, but this was the worst way they could have done it.

All in all, it was a completely unnecessary scene that added nothing to the story other than to increase my dislike of Leviathan.

[curapicas]

Why I think Lu Guang's answer to the riddle was the detective:

It's given at the same time Cheng Xiaoshi gives his own for misdirection. The one who gave the same answer as CXS was his own dad, a guy that for all his failings, was loved enough by SYY to try and change his death node - WQ is also attached to him, therefore we expect/hope CWM has an ethical side to himself; meanwhile the one who gave the same answer as LG was Vein.

It happens right before LG bets on Vein being murdered on that room, an antithesis to CXS changing the past for what he hopes is for the best to those involved (note: I'm fine with the guy trying to fix a death node by dumping a death node on his bestie's murderer, just pointing out them as a partnership don't EVER do things intending to eliminate the bad guys, ya feel me?)

CXS' answer presumes innocence (more on how to me, this reflects on link click's overall messages under the cut), but LG is analytical; he'd take in consideration that the detective is poor and the animals had a coin;

the riddle states that "you" are the detective. LG spends yingdu burdened by knowledge and trying to solve a disappearance along with CXS; we also know LG feels guilt over what he's doing and CXS' death (which is why he was harsh on Vivian not deserving CXS' sympathy when they were on the phone). Therefore, he not only has been functioning as a detective throughout yingdu and link click as a whole, but also presumes guilt for himself (meanwhile Vein presumes that ppl have hidden intentions like he usually does, I guess)

In other words; LG answers he's the detective bc he not only takes the seemingly innocuous clues into consideration, but by the end of yingdu he feels guilty and burdened by what he has done and feels he has to do. A far cry from the 1st episode, where he identified with the noble heroine who goes into a doomed quest; now he thinks of himself as the sharp detective who would burn a forest down to get what he wants.

Now, personally I vibe with LG and CXS pointing to two different directions: LG makes the audience aware that amidst all of the tragedies in link click, someone is benefiting; there's a person or a group who doesn't care others are being stepped on, which has been the case of the antagonists so far, be it LX or the typical bullies; and LG puts himself among them, since he doesn't justify to himself he has noble intentions so it's okay that they won't help with Emma's investigation, for example.

CXS is the other side of link click: actually, bad things will happen without anyone meaning to, as is the earthquake, the noodle lesbians' divergence, the time nodes getting messed up by well-meaning intentions.

Note: The big takeaway here is that LG thinks it's the detective bc he thinks he's the detective and LG knows himself as guilty. Not that his answer was (or wasn't) the most logical/obvious and CXS' was too naive, I'm actually trying to prove that even if he answers purely using logic, LG is being emotional about it too! A correct answer is NOT the point of the riddle

btw, the positive spin of LG going from the tragic heroine to the cruel detective is that he no longer is passive about fate, and sees it as something that can be seized, which gives him hope

[yuzu-kiku]

This is a really interesting take, I can definitely see how a lot of Fulgrim's arc have some overlap with the feelings that queer people go through in accepting themselves (I've gone through it, too). There are some things, however, that I would like to point out.

You mentioned that you are looking at the general narrative arc that shapes Fulgrim's story without considering the in-universe specifics. But in doing this, there comes a lot of misunderstandings and misinterpretations in your analysis of his actions and way of thinking. There's some points where the story has to bend and stretch in order to fit the queer-coded narrative.

For example- I agree with your analogy of Fulgrim's experience with the Laer blade. He didn't need to pick it up, but he did give into his temptations. And through the Laer blade's impact on his mind, he did encounter a sort of liberation, where he acts according to his own will without consideration to what is wrong or right.

But I disagree with your analysis on the nature of his tragedy, particularly with Ferrus Manus. This is where looking at Fulgrim's arc in a general sense, particularly if we're looking at it through a queer-coded lens, mischaracterises both Ferrus Manus and Fulgrim himself. More under the cut, because I, too, cannot stop yapping.

(Before I cut, I do want to emphasise that I don't think you're wrong, I definitely agree with some points. I'm just a huge fan of Fulgrim and the complicated nature of his tragedy.)

Fulgrim's Nature

To start off, I want to talk about Fulgrim's perfectionism. It's important to understand that Fulgrim was not always a perfectionist. This mentality came from after his discovery, when he was introduced to his sons for the first time and learning that his legion was in a bad state, with barely 200 members, as compared to every other legion who numbered thousands, even tens of thousands. He needed to pick them up and rebuild them into a Legion that would not look weak compared to the others.

And I want to emphasise in particular, not looking weak. Yes, there was a lot of pressure on him as the Emperor had a lot of expectations for his sons. But his main driving force has always been pride. It is from pride that he drilled perfectionism into both himself and his sons. After all, for centuries, he had to be babysitted by another Legion because they just didn't have the manpower to undertake a crusade of their own. For someone as proud as him, a person who singlehandedly developed his home planet from a mining world to a civilised and cultured society, that had to be a huge blow. He was desperate to prove to everyone that his was not a legion that needed to be coddled all the time; this much is evident in his book, the Palatine Phoenix, where he admits that his desire to prove himself had led him to make many mistakes.

You are definitely right when you say his frustrations were self-imposed; he set the bar high for both him and his sons, and even after they succeeded and became a legion that was well-respected (albeit kind of mocked for their arrogance). He even made perfection the motto for his own legion.

But I don't think he was ever resentful about the strive for perfection in itself, because it is in his nature to do anything to be the best. And when he put that same expectation on his sons, it wasn't out of a desire to break them; it was because he cared for them. He wanted to lift them up to the best version of themselves, just like how he raised his home planet from a mining world, to a civilised, culturally rich society. Pre-Heresy Fulgrim was, honestly, a great guy who advocated for raising the masses.

(In addition, throughout my read of Fulgrim, I've not come across a part where he begins to doubt his own abilities- only his thoughts and actions through the Laer Blade's influence.)

The Laer Blade

It's a common misconception that the Laer Blade controlled Fulgrim, and it's not entirely wrong. But in the books, we can see that rather than controlling him, per se, the Laer Blade more manipulated him. Every action Fulgrim was tempted to do and every thought he had was his own. All the Laer Blade had to do was give him a little push, to lessen his inhibitions and make him act on them.

To give an example: Fulgrim was pretty pissed off at Ferrus Manus when he acted on his own. He considered it a blatant lack of disrespect, because it threw off their plans. It was the Laer Blade who actually put the thought in his head, quote, "the plan had been perfect and Ferrus was ruining everything".

And it's not as if Fulgrim didn't have those thoughts. But without the Laer Blade's influence, he would have been able to shove that negativity away, because he loved Ferrus, and in the end understood that yeah, maybe he should have suspected that his brother's rage would make him do this.

Rereading the book, actually, Fulgrim even knew that the Laer Blade's voice was dragging out a venom from his subconsciousness, and accepted it. To quote the book Fulgrim:

"Ever since the victory on Laeran, Fulgrim's thoughts had turned inwards to claw the furthest depth of his consciousness, dragging out an acid resentment he had not known existed. [...] At last he had come to accept that the voice was in fact a manifestation of his subconscious, a facet of his own mindscape that articulated the things he could not, and stripped away deceits the conscious mind created to protect it from the barriers society placed on it. How many others could lay claim to such an honest councellor as their own mind?"

(That last sentence is interesting, because that's certainly something that a person who thinks highly of himself would say.)

This is part is where looking at his actions through the lens of accepting yourself in a queer perspective starts to get wobbly. Fulgrim is prideful, and he sees the strive for perfection to be just another part of bettering himself and his legion. It's true that he had his frustrations, but that was far back in the past, during the time where he was proving himself as a competent legion capable of standing by itself (which the book the Palatine Phoenix is about).

However, after the Great Crusade and in the beginning of the Horus Heresy timeline, we can see that his frustration doesn't come from within himself; it comes from people directly challenging him, as seen above with Ferrus. In fact- I would argue that here, his pride has turned to arrogance, as he sees himself as perfect and always in the right. He still blamed Ferrus, even without the influence of the Laer Blade.

In other words, by this point, he is no longer unhappy with himself, and has fully accepted himself to be the definition of perfection. I would even go so far as to say he never cared about how society saw him. Why? Because on his ship, he is the Primarch. The definition of perfect. He couldn't have deviated from the rules of society, because he's the one who wrote those rules in the first place. And if any other Primarch disagreed? Well, this is his ship, not theirs. Not even the Emperor could dictate how he treated his sons, unless it actively affected their crusade.

Ferrus Manus

This part is where you might have stretched your analogy a bit too hard. I assume that using the term 'deviant', you mean to say how Fulgrim has come to accept himself and accept that he does not conform to Imperium standards (or 'normalcy').

This is not at all how his and Ferrus Manus' relationship began, or developed into.

Firstly- Imperium standards are simply the law by which citizens have to comply with. Praise the emperor, don't commit heresy, and you will be fine. Ironically, the Imperium really doesn't seem to care a lot about a person's character, whether it be personality or sexuality; that's up to the laws and cultures that you were born with in your own home world. And, as we know, all the Primarchs are long detached from their home world. Not even Imperium society could influence them, as they never even grew up there.

All this to say- 'normalcy' and 'deviant' is equal to 'loyalist' and 'traitor' in this world. It has absolutely nothing to do with a person's character.

In the context of your post, you use these terms to make an analogy for being rejected because a person is queer- but it's impossible to make a direct comparison with Ferrus and Fulgrim, not just because those 'normalcy' and 'deviation' in the context of Imperium society does not apply to them, but because they had always respected each other's character, no matter their flaws. They were one of the closest pairs of siblings out of their brothers. The only reason why Ferrus starts to reject Fulgrim is in fact, because he knew his brother that well.

Fulgrim was changing to be more venomous, more petty, more angry at everyone when things didn't go his way. Yeah, his brother's pride could be a bit too easily wounded sometimes, but Fulgrim was never a bad person. In fact, he was all for raising the masses, educating them and improving society- that's exactly what he did on Chemos. How could he accept what Fulgrim was becoming?

This is where the characterisation of Fulgrim and Ferrus Manus in your post becomes inaccurate. I understand that you were talking about the concept of one rejecting the other, but there is no direct comparison that can be made without mischaracterising the both of them.

And to say Ferrus would rather see his brother dead is completely wrong. He never said anything about wanting Fulgrim dead- he only broke their bonds after seeing what Fulgrim turned into.

The Tragedy

In your post, you made the implication that Fulgrim's transformation into the Daemon prince, shedding his old self, was a positive thing. In the context of a generalised, queer-coded narrative arc completely removed from this series, then yes, perhaps. We all want to shed our old selves and become who we truly are, and be accepted for it.

But in the context of this universe, how could anyone see his fall to Chaos as a positive outcome? The Chaos gods are extreme representations of humanity's worst parts; Slaanesh is the personification of hedonism, perfectionism and pride in its worst form. For all his flaws, Fulgrim was a good person. His whole motto was to rule through love, not war. We lost a charismatic, kind man who was wholly dedicated to helping the masses live better lives. Out of all his brothers, Fulgrim was one of the only who actually cared about humans as people, and immersed himself in culture. Perhaps he was not Vulkan, whose altruism and warm heart was what he was known for, but he still cared. And I think the most tragic thing about it, is that at the end, he saw what he did and regretted it, before being fully bound to Slaanesh; he realised he lost himself.

His losses were not sacrifices , but consequences of his actions- tragic ones, at that. Well, unless you ask the entity in the Laer Blade, who would probably say it was a tribute to Slaanesh. When you ask the questions, did he regret it? Was it worth it? Would he have been happier if he denied that part of himself?

Actually, Fulgrim would say yes and agree with you. Because he wasn't Fulgrim anymore. He was a Daemon prince, with Fulgrim's real soul is trapped inside a portrait, forever lamenting his mistakes until GW decides to let him out.

I can't see this as a positive for anyone, except for the Chaos gods. And I would rather not compare falling to Chaos to accepting yourself as a queer person.

Conclusion

You can certainly interpret Fulgrim's story as queer-coded, but it only applies to certain parts. When you try to stretch the comparison, even if you only take it very generally, it doesn't work anymore, at least, not without completely breaking the canon and making the characters completely different.

I agree that more pieces of media should show the messier side of coming out. It's painful, and it does require sacrifice- you're absolutely right. But Fulgrim's story didn't end with freedom and liberation. He slowly started to lose control of himself, until finally, the Daemon took over, and he was forever imprisoned. And this, I think, is the biggest reason why trying to bend his story to fit a queer-coded narrative doesn't work.

Fulgrim's HH character arc is a heavily queer coded liberation narrative that is ultimately a positive arc for him despite its tragic elements, in this essay I will

[loveandleases]

In a zombie apocalypse, in the style of The Last Of Us, would the Ros manage to survive like in this world, would they give their lives to protect Mc?

I think all of them would give their lives to protect MC. I'm not including Jade in that of course.

❤️ Cam - He would become very resourceful, he's stil hotheaded in his ways, but he is also more cautious of what's going on. Who can and can't be trusted. He'll likely have a few close calls, but I think he would survive. (until much much later and be killed off in a heartbreaking way. but i would never do that so.)

💙 G - They try their best to hide their emotions, how everything is falling apart around them and it only worsens their mood. They would definitely be putting their medical knowledge to good use. Their would be more noticeable cracks in the mask they wear, chipped away by the horror that is now their life. And they would be more honest with themselves and their feelings, because their time is so limited.

💚 Kara - I could see her using her charm to get by, which in her opinion is wasteful of her time and her energy. But if it keeps them safe, then she would have no problem with it. She can be cunning, and I think this would be the perfect time for her to show it. Her dominating personality would really push her to take action, and maybe even cause her to bump head with others.

💛 M - They will pull out some serious zombie knowledge. From the B rated movies they loved before, to anime/manga even games. M really tries to make things make sense. Honestly this spurns their creativity and that is something that would become a bit of a crutch for them, a form of escape. But escaping isn't something they have the time to do, they have to come to terms with whats happening. It would be a trying time for M, and MC would have to help them through it. M isn't always happy-go-lucky. They've dealt with horrible situations before. This is just another facet of that, and they would deal with it. And become someone that MC could really depend on.

💜 Isaac - Death they know oh too well. It's already shaped them in ways they've still not dealt with. (certain spoiler things about Isaac would come in helpful navigating this new life) Isaac would constantly be worried about MC. Especially when they've come to terms with their feelings. To the point they would make some dumb choices that could cost them their life. But if it means MC is safe... then it's a cost Isaac would pay ten-fold. They would be really good at bartering, and likely become a runner. Dangerous but the pay is good. It at least gives them some stability. There isn't one decision he makes that doesn't take MC into consideration.

🖤 Ardent - (this idiot would get himself killed because he doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.) The good thing about him, he paints a very dominating image. One that many would think twice about trying to take advantage of. Not to mention the way he talks, with bite to his words, Ardent makes more enemies than friends. But that's fine, because friends close, enemies closer. This way, he knows who to suspect. I think he would likely lose Cupid, not because she dies but because he wants her safe, and Ardent knows its not safe to be with him in the city. That would really break him. Which means it's a good thing he has MC. Ardent would be the type to push others away, thinking it's for their safety, but MC would be the one to remind him that they’re capable of making their own choices and don’t need him to shield them from everything.

[andre-and-cal]

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General Andre and Cal Headcanons,,

Calvin tends to “tune out” Andre’s words whenever he’s explaining instructions to him— whether it be related to their Zero Day plans, board game rules, or other related topics. He frequently goes “Huh?” or “Hmmh?” when he’s not paying attention, to which Andre has to remind him about the topic and repeat his words over again. But he knows that Calvin can’t help it, and he generally doesn’t mind reminding him about different things— like homework, tests, etc. considering he has a better memory than Cal.

Andre and Cal watch malware-infested gore videos to further desensitize themselves to death and to sort of mentally prepare for Zero Day, and for the sake of watching people die. With the lack of concern yet interest in Cal’s eyes, Andre is both a little surprised, yet mostly unsurprised that Calvin reacts so indifferently to shock videos. He’d be a hypocrite if he labeled it as unsettling, after all. Their repeated pattern of watching these sorts of torture videos— especially when Cal can find “good ones” (in his words) at least— stemmed from the discovery of a website that showcased the aftermaths of car accidents. And after doing a little digging, Cal stumbled upon the leaked cartel videos section. He introduced the videos to Andre, and the other teen found himself getting intrigued by such graphic matter. Calvin describes the grislier videos as the “good videos”.

Calvin can definitely be a bit emotionally manipulative during arguments. Whenever Andre is provoked, grows visibly enraged, and blurts something out he doesn’t mean, Cal uses this to somewhat control Andre. And when he definitely wants to win the argument, he threatens to tell Andre’s cousin, his absent brother, or his parents about what he said. Andre may or may not care, since it really depends on why they’re bickering. But usually, he does care, and even though he tries not to let Cal influence his behaviors, especially during these negatively-charged moments, he doesn’t want anyone to find out about what he said— and definitely not family. Because in his eyes, this may raise suspicion and could result in their peers finding out about Zero Day. When he does decide to grow quiet, Cal is like, “Yeah, so shut the fuck up.” But his exploitative tactics don’t always work, and they could further influence Andre’s emotions.

Andre rarely apologizes when he means it. He kinda just says “Sorry,” after bumping into someone out of habit. He was taught to be respectful, but 90% of the time he doesn’t care about what he did wrong. Even during arguments, when Calvin is trying to state how he fucked up, Andre will tell him to get over it. Most of the time, he does care about aspects of their dynamic that do matter. But in some moments, he won’t, and he’ll just kept doing whatever it is he’s doing. To elaborate, if Cal told him to control himself and to stop being “dramatic”, Andre wouldn’t take him into consideration and would turn the tables by criticizing him about something he cares about and Cal doesn’t.

Calvin and Andre share clothes sometimes. To Cal, seeing Andre in his clothes is quite flattering. Andre thinks rings are cool, too, so he’ll wear them occasionally. Also, he likes to wear Cal’s bracelets and necklaces to feel closer to him, on top of matching dog tags with him.

Andre is an energy drinker. His favorite is Red Bull. Cal drinks a lot of soda and prefers Coca-Cola or Mountain Dew over anything else. While Calvin does enjoy having an energy drink sometimes, often sharing a Red Bull with Andre as energy drinks contain a lot of caffeine, he doesn’t really drink them on his own time.

When Andre and Cal first started planning Zero Day, as they began to practice handling their guns and shooting, they would frequently argue about the correct order and anatomy of the firearm parts they were using. Chris had to step in a couple times to calm them down. Cal insisted that he was right, while Andre insisted that he was right. In general, they have a hard time accepting that either one of them could be right— about anything, really, with the two determined to prove the other wrong and to “get on their high horse”. However, it isn’t uncommon for both boys to end up being wrong, especially if the conflict is similar to their gun-related issues.