#it just makes him more desirable honestly

[just-sg]

If the community doesn't welcome "cis men", then it excludes transmascs who pass or at bare minimum sends a message that the goal they worked so hard to achieve has made them less welcome in spaces that once supported them, actively punishing them for transitioning. It forces transfems to out themselves, which can be especially dangerous. It forces nonbinary amabs who can't or don't want to change their presentation to out themselves and sends a message that nonbinary people owe you androgyny or visual non-conformity. And if you think you can gauge any of these things by looking at someone, you're not doing the community any favors.

If the community doesn't welcome cis men, it excludes gay men. If men are welcome only when in a relationship with another man/person who reads enough like "a man", it excludes bi/pan/etc men and sends a message that what relationship they're in Right Now determines whether or not they're Queer Enough, you know, one of the core tenets of biphobia and erasure.

If the community doesn't welcome cis men, it excludes men all over the ace and aro spectrums. :) And yes actually, the heterosexual aromantic straw-man does deserve to be here just as much as anyone else. IF he's treating his partners like shit, then we judge him for that behavior, but queer people can be douchebags with shit views and we don't get to say they're not still queer. And if the het-aro dude is instead communicating honestly and being respectful-- a thing I promise is fully possible for humans to do-- then guess what, assuming he couldn't possibly be a decent person is just arophobia and maybe a side of puratinism.

Anyone questioning their identity, anyone who isn't actively questioning yet but later will, guys about to experience bi panic, transfem eggs who haven't clocked anything about themselves yet. Their early exposure to queer spaces being a hostile one is not going to help anyone, and can easily actively discourage people. We also need to be welcoming of supportive partners, siblings, parents, friends, etc, especially in cases where a queer person is disabled or otherwise has trouble going places on their own, or for helping ease anxiety in virtual spaces, etc.

Listen.

The nature of Being A Man is not and has never been the problem. And as much as some of you don't want to hear it, and as much as it fucking sucks and is objectively unfair when it does involve men who are participating in and benefiting from oppression, trying to turn the tables is never going to be an effective strategy. It's "not fair" that it's more dangerous for women to walk alone at night either but you hopefully wouldn't advocate against carrying mace on the basis no one "should" need it. Whether something is fair and whether it's true are not the same thing.

You cannot Get Revenge against a whole huge portion of the human population, and when you actively threaten or ostracize people, (a) you're mirroring the very thing you fight against, but (b) it makes people defensive!!! Some allocishet dudes would get defensive anyway at the idea of not being on top of the ladder anymore, but giving them more fuel won't change that. Dudes who'd have that kneejerk reaction but could be reasoned with won't be if no one bothers to try, or oftentimes even if someone bothers but it's immensely overshadowed with hostility. And people who were already allies can actively be pushed out and turned against the cause. (Not to mention perpetuating in-fighting.)

You catch more flies with honey, I'm sorry. And yes, we do need allies. Perpetuating the "us vs them" mentality helps no one, patriarchy does not target men in the same or as many ways as women but it is also harmful to many, and we will always have a better chance of fixing any system when we have people working for the cause inside and out. People using their positions of privilege to help provide extra leverage and voice to those with less privilege is always going to be desirable overall.

Even mainstream media writers throwing in crumbs of badly handled representation isn't without some merit, if only for proving it's not illegal and won't destroy sales to have Anything At All, which couldn't be said mere decades ago; if only for normalizing that queer people exist even the tiniest bit more. But just, normal people going about their normal lives. Just every random man who will frown at their coworker's homophobic joke and give a simple "not cool dude". Those little things adding up are important. When people hate you, it's easy to ignore you standing up for yourself, and harder to ignore people they like also standing up for you.

Cis queer men are not your enemy. Amabs who "read" cis to you and don't want to out themselves are not your enemy. Bi men who happen to be in relationships with women are not your enemy. Straight male partners of queer women are not your enemy! Allo cishet dudes married to allo cishet women with no queer kids or siblings or anything are not your enemy, not if they're behaving like friends.

People operating on ignorance, especially to a point of willful ignorance because they don't 'have' to deal with it, can be enemies-- inaction in the face of oppression is taking the side of oppressors, and all-- but even they're like... minion enemies if that makes sense. (That goes for men, women, questioning folks or folks who are definitively queer but don't feel like Part Of The Community, etc, to be clear.) It's not your personal job to educate every person, but when you can afford to, taking no shit but remaining civil will leave someone else a better chance of getting through to them. Picking a nasty drawn-out fight with that jackass on Twitter won't fix homophobia but may well increase his devotion to the enemy cause.

Prioritizing defense isn't always an option and I'm not saying it is. Sometimes you need whole riots to make a point, but even that involves group effort, and often times lashing out in your personal daily life can do more harm than good. THIS SUCKS. OF COURSE IT SUCKS. But it's a matter of the big picture. It's not about letting people "get away with" anything, it's about expressing disapproval in a calmer and more casual manner while trying to minimize anything they could twist into an excuse to be worse.

And that's with people who ARE actively shitty, the ones more casual and micro-aggressive about it but still ultimately against us. Lashing out pre-emptively on the assumption that people would be shitty does a lot more harm and no longterm good.

People joke about The Gay Agenda but honestly, yeah. The Agenda is ultimately for the queer community as a whole to be accepted, have the same rights and protections as anyone else, to end oppression, etc, right? Sometimes that's gonna mean dealing with being uncomfortable or uncertain or even biting your tongue in the name of forwarding the Agenda. Especially when it's literally about acceptance within our own communities. How can we reasonably expect everyone else to accept us if we're struggling to accept each other?

i don't care how uncomfortable you are around cis men, queer cis men still need places to go, and sometimes, those spaces will be shared with yours. disabled and neurodivergent queer men and queer men of color especially need a place to go. the queer community isn't the "fuck cis men" community. that is the rad fem community. if you think cis men and people who read as cis men are inherently "too scary" or shouldn't be allowed in queer spaces, you joined the wrong community.

[sinful-sonnet]

Roadside Temptation

Joel Miller x f!Reader

W/C: 2k

Content warnings: err.. MDNI 18+ pet names, dirty talk, unprotected piv 🥴, oral male receiving, ruined orgasm(?) edging, age gap unspecified, honestly just smut lol

You’re in Joel’s truck as he drives down the deserted road. You try to flirt with him subtly. “You’re stubborn as hell,” he murmurs shaking his head

As the silence stretched, you decided to test your luck. Shifting slightly in your seat, you leaned closer, letting your hand trail down his thigh in a deliberately slow, feather-light motion.

Joel froze, his entire body going rigid. His hand tightened on the steering wheel, the tendons in his arm flexing as if he was using every ounce of restraint to keep from reacting.

“Don’t,” he said, his voice low and gravelly, the warning clear.

You grinned, not moving your hand. “Don’t what?”

He grits his teeth, his jaw clenching as he feels your hand on his thigh. The touch is electric, sending sparks of desire straight to his core.

“Don’t test my self-control,” he growls, his voice rough with restraint. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”

Come on, Joel,” you teased, your voice light and playful. “Relax a little.”

He let out a sharp breath through his nose, his grip on the wheel tightening even more. “Relax? With you actin’ like this? You’re outta your damn mind.”

You tilted your head, your fingers brushing lightly against the rough fabric of his jeans. “Maybe. Or maybe you’re just too uptight.”

Joel’s jaw clenched, his knuckles white against the steering wheel. “You think this is funny?”

“A little,”

He shoots you a sidelong glance, his eyes dark with desire and frustration. The sight of you, so close and yet so far away, is driving him insane. He wants to pull over to the side of the road and have his way with you right then and there, but he forces himself to stay focused on the road.

“You’re a damn menace, you know that?” he growls, his voice rough with need. “You’re lucky I’m driving, or I’d have you bent over the hood of this truck right now.”

He can see the effect his words are having on you, the way your breath catches in your throat and your cheeks flush with desire. He smirks.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry. “You want me to take you right here, don’t you princess?”

The tension in the truck was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Joel’s knuckles were white against the steering wheel, and the way his jaw worked as he clenched and unclenched it made it clear he was barely holding himself together.

“We can’t stop,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. His voice was low, rough, and tinged with frustration. “We gotta get to Jackson by nightfall.”

You leaned back in your seat, the corner of your mouth tugging into a playful smirk. “I didn’t say anything.”

Joel shot you a sidelong glance, his dark eyes flashing with warning. “Don’t start.”

“Start what?” you asked innocently, crossing one leg over the other, the movement just enough to catch his eye before he forced it back to the road.

“You know damn well what,” he growled, his voice tight.

The tension hung heavy between you, his frustration evident, but beneath it all was something else—something you knew Joel was trying desperately to ignore. His fingers flexed against the wheel, and he adjusted his grip like he was trying to channel his energy anywhere but you.

“We’ve got hours left, Joel,” you said, your tone light but deliberate. “Might as well make the drive… interesting.”

Joel let out a sharp breath, muttering something under his breath you couldn’t quite catch. “You’re a menace,” he said finally, his voice thick with a mix of exasperation and something darker.

“And you’re all work, no play,” you teased, turning to face him fully. “Maybe that’s your problem.”

He gave a low, humorless chuckle, shaking his head. “My problem is sittin’ right next to me.”

You leaned closer, your voice soft but teasing. “I don’t hear you telling me to stop.”

Joel shot you another glance, his eyes dark and unreadable, but he didn’t answer. The silence stretched again, the hum of the engine and the crunch of the road the only sounds in the cab.

You leaned back, satisfied for now, but the way Joel gripped the wheel and the set of his jaw told you all you needed to know. Jackson was still hours away, and you had plenty of time to see just how far you could push him

You fiddle with Joel’s belt buckle and slip your hand into his pants under his boxers, wrapping your hands around his half hard member

He gasps, his eyes widening in surprise as your hand finds its way into his pants. He tries to keep his focus on the road, but the feeling of your hand on him is too much to ignore.

“Jesus Christ,” he mutters, his grip on the steering wheel tightening even more. “You’re really not making this easy for me, you know that?”

“Just focus on the road, Joel” you whisper as you take his cock out and inch forward bit by bit, desperate to have him in your mouth

He swallows hard, trying to keep his breathing steady as you work your magic on him. He can feel the heat building in his stomach, his body betraying his attempts to maintain control.

“Easier said than done,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Especially with you doing…that.”

He groans as your mouth envelopes him, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. He fights to keep his eyes on the road, but it’s a losing battle as pleasure washes over him.

“Goddamn it,” he mutters, his hips involuntarily bucking up into your mouth.

He struggles to keep still, his body straining against your hold as you continue. Every time he moves, you push him back down, reminding him to stay in control.

He’s losing the battle though, the pleasure building up inside him too intense to resist. His breath comes in ragged gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to maintain some semblance of composure.

You moan around him. Taking your other hand to stroke the rest of the length that just won’t fit in your mouth all the way.

The vibrations of your moan send shockwaves of pleasure through him, and he lets out a strangled groan in response. His hips buck again, this time more forcefully, and he can feel his resolve crumbling away.

“Please…” he begs, his voice ragged. “Please, sweetheart…I can’t…I’m not gonna last much longer…”

His vision is blurring, his mind consumed by the pleasure coursing through his body. He’s struggling to focus on the road, his attention divided between your mouth and the danger of swerving off the road.

“Damn it…” he curses, his knuckles white as he fights to keep the truck steady. “You’re gonna get us killed at this rate…”

You can feel his cock getting harder as Joel approaches his climax. However just when you think he’s going to cum, you pull away. Joel’s cock starts twitching painfully

He lets out a strangled cry as you pull away, his body trembling with need. He’s so close, so damn close to release, and you’ve taken it away from him just when he was about to fall over the edge.

“No…no, no, no…please…” he pleads, his voice desperate and ragged. “Please don’t stop…”

“Pull over” You demand, you need him—you don’t care about getting to Jackson a little later.

He doesn’t need to be told twice. He veers off the road and onto the shoulder, his heart pounding in his chest as he brings the truck to a screeching halt.

You hurriedly take off your pants and climb into his lap, you’re practically dripping—as you position yourself—then slowly lowering yourself down..burying his cock inside you

He lets out a deep, guttural moan as you sink down onto him, the feeling of your tight heat surrounding him almost too much to bear.

“Fuck…” he gasps, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he tries to control himself. “You’re so goddamn wet…”

You sit still as you adjust to his size. “You’re so big” you whimper.

He groans again, his head falling back against the headrest as he struggles to catch his breath. He can feel you clenching around him, your body adjusting to his size, and it’s driving him insane.

“That’s it, darlin…” he growls, his voice rough with need. “Just like that…take all of me…”

You start moving your body, riding him hard. The windows start fogging up and all you can hear is the squelching sound of his cock entering your wetness.

His hands grip your hips even tighter as you start moving, guiding you up and down on his cock. The sound of your bodies coming together fills the air, mixing with his low moans and gasps of pleasure.

“Fuck, yes…” he grits out, his hips bucking up to meet yours with every thrust. “Ride me, princess…just like that…don’t stop…”

He can feel you faltering, your legs

weakening as he hits your sweet spot with every movement. He knows you’re close, and he’s not far behind.

“You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you princess?” he growls, his voice rough with lust. “You’re gonna come undone all over my cock, right here in the cab of this truck…”

You rest your head against his shoulder, gasping curses into his ear.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as he continues to pound into you from below. His lips find your neck, kissing and biting at the sensitive skin there as he whispers filthy things in your ear.

“That’s it, princess…let go for me…I want to feel you clenching around me when you come…”

“Oh god—Joel!”

And you’re cumming hard around him, you don’t stop—riding out your orgasm

He groans as he feels you come undone around him, your walls fluttering and clenching around his cock. He holds you tight, his own release just moments away.

“Fuck…that’s it…” he gasps, his hips bucking wildly as he chases his own climax. “So good…you’re so goddamn good for me…”

With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you and comes hard, his body shuddering as he empties himself inside you.

He holds you tightly against him, his arms wrapped around you like a vice as he gasps for breath. He’s spent, completely undone by the intensity of his orgasm.

You can feel his cock pulsating.

He lets out a shaky breath, his chest heaving as he slowly comes down from his high. He’s still inside you, his body twitching with the aftershocks of his release.

“Jesus…” he murmurs, his voice rough and ragged. “You’re gonna be the death of me, darlin…”

He gently runs his hands up and down your back, soothing you as he slowly catches his breath. He can feel the sweat cooling on his skin, his heartbeat gradually slowing to a more normal pace.

“You okay, princess?” he asks, his voice low and soft. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You shake your head against his shoulder. “Not at all, i just feel like sleeping honestly”

He chuckles, the sound rumbling in his chest. He can feel the exhaustion creeping in as well, the aftermath of the intense encounter taking its toll on both of you.

“You and me both,” he murmurs, his hands still stroking your back gently. “But we can’t sleep here. We’ve gotta get moving again soon.”

You groan in response as you lift yourself off of him and climbing back into the passenger seat

He lets out a groan of his own as you move off of him, already missing the feeling of your body against his. He takes a moment to compose himself before tucking himself back into his pants and starting the truck.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he repeats, glancing over at you with a mix of exhaustion and amusement. “You know that, right?”.

You smirked, leaning back in your seat, clearly pleased with yourself. “You’ve said that before. Starting to think you don’t mean it.”

Joel’s hand tightened on the steering wheel, before he forced himself to relax. “Oh, I mean it,” he said, his voice dry. “You’re a damn hazard, and one of these days, you’re gonna get us both into trouble.”

You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “Trouble? Me? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He rolled his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his words.

“Don’t play dumb, princess,” he retorted. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Teasing me every chance you get, pulling stunts like that in the truck…you’re pushing your luck, and I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up with you.”

[myfanfic-urfantrash]

If you feel up for it, wedding headcanons? (like the ceremony, who is attending, do they cry, etc)

Gallagher, Blade, Wriothesley, and Jing Yuan please!

These are rather short but I wanted to write something for this since it's been so long and I need some sweetness in my life :D

Gallagher

I feel like with Gallagher his eyes get misty but he doesn't cry until he sees his to be spouse come towards him but even then it's just a tear or two before he's good.

Anybody close to his spouse is definitely invited and some of his close coworkers are invited if they're free but other than that he'd honestly prefer a private wedding just between him and his to be spouse.

Since Penacony can be easily changed in the dream to suit their needs they can have the wedding venue of their dreams but if his spouse would like something more simple he's not opposed to that at all.

Blade

Doesn't cry but does get misty eyed after he seals things with a kiss.

With his highly wanted criminal status it'd be hard to have a huge wedding with everyone they want invited so his spouse would have to be very choosy on who they invite and if they can be trusted to not you know report him during the wedding to the IPC. So as for guests it'll be a mix of the other Stellaron Hunters(provided they aren't on missions) and trusted individuals from his to be spouses side.

There really is no limit for where they could hold a wedding so long as they make the proper precautions to not get caught. Blade doesn't care much for how the venue is decorated or what sort of wedding his to be spouse would like so that'd be up to them.

Wriothesley

Thinks he's not gonna cry during the ceremony but absolutely does cry especially when he's doing his vows. He has to take a moment to compose himself to even finish them it makes his to be spouse tear up and cry too.

Definitely invites Sigewinne because she's basically his family and perhaps Clorinde and Neuvillette if they aren't too busy as well as anybody his to be spouse wishes.

Doesn't know too much about weddings and can get a bit overwhelmed during the process of planning one but it's definitely one that respects both his and his to be spouses cultures and desires for the wedding. Would even be open to having their wedding in another nation.

Jing Yuan

Another one who doesn't cry much during his wedding but his tears definitely come later when the ceremony is over and done with and he's holding is spouse in his arms as they sleep.

I'd say he has two weddings: one which is public to the masses since it isn't every day an Arbiter General gets married and another more personal private wedding where only close loved ones are invited. Yanqing is definitely invited and so is Fu Xuan but she only shows up briefly deciding to cover for him so nobody bothers him during his wedding day.

If they plan carefully they can manage to have the private wedding anywhere and any way they like. He'd definitely be interested in having a wedding styled to suit his spouses culture since the public wedding would be from his own.

[seosracha]

⸻ SAINT MATTHEW'S ACADEMY II (preview)

- "i haven't quite moved on from who you were before"

SYNOPSIS ⸻ heeseung at the start thought he wouldn't mind if you forgot him. but now with his best friend fighting for that sacred position in your heart, he can't help but try to make you remember.

PAIRING ⸻ lee heeseung x fem!reader x park sunghoon

GENRE ⸻ love triangle, exes to ??, friends to ??, private school au, angst, smut, fluff

TAGS ⸻ tba.

EST. WC ⸻ 20-25k

PREVIEW BELOW CUT ->

No more words, you said no more words after his confession. You stayed silent, and that pain flooded you today. The silence stayed with you.

Every night you’d spend on a phone call with him, laughing because no matter how hard you begged him he wouldn’t hang up first, was now filled with the darkness and tranquility of your room, the only sound being the cars that sped past your window or occasionally drunk people who’d loudly call out to taxi’s.

A tall figure towered over you, casting a dark shadow on your papers. An intense scent radiated off of them and you knew exactly who it was.

“Did Sunghoon come to school today?” Jay asked, just like he has every single day.

There was also Sunghoon. Another person you hadn't spoken to. Another person that just disappeared.

His presence in the situation felt so foggy, confusing. Your growing feelings for the boy also confused you.

Did Heeseung tell him to kiss you like that, touch you in those places?

You tried calling him, once, then twice and you’d call again a third time just in case the other two didn't go through. But he didn’t answer anymore. You didn't know if you wanted to speak to him so badly to find out what happened before the party or because you missed him.

Maybe it was both.

Jay chose to stick by Sunghoon almost immediately, which was appaling considering he knew Heeseung much longer. He claimed that Sunghoon just gave into his manly desires and Heeseung is wrong for punching him over nothing. ‘I’d do the same to her if I were him’- Jake forwarded a couple weeks back.

You were no longer mad at Jay, you’d no longer get annoyed at his snarky, degrading remarks. You just accepted the fact that he’ll never get better.

“No, he didn’t” you replied, turning around to face him “Just like he didn’t yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that one too” you added, a sarcastic smile on your face.

He dyed his hair, the blond locks no longer complimenting his sharp features. He looked much softer with the brown dye.

He sighed “Can I sit?” Jay eyed the seat next to you, and you looked at him amused.

“You want to sit next to a woman? Won’t my female aura disturb your studying?” you scoffed, a hint of sarcasm in your tone.

He rolled his eyes “Very funny” he looked over to Jake who has finally caught a whiff of him “Jakey, what you say?” he tilted his head.

The relationship between them used to be strong, but that’s probably because Jake pretended to be someone different, someone much ‘cooler’. Cooler as in a lame pig who liked to shove alcohol down innocent girls throats.

Oh you’d never let him forget that.

“Do whatever you want, I don’t care honestly” he replied, avoiding eye contact with him.

That’s how it was most day’s at school. Jake and Jay pretended to hate each other, not care, even though deep down, they still had so much left to say. Jay would come down to the study hall with an excuse of looking for Sunghoon, just so he wouldn’t be lonely.

[yakamozz3]

ੈ✧̣̇˳·˖✶ ✦　.　　. 　 ˚　. ★⋆ . �� 　　˚　　 . ★⋆. ࿐࿔

❝Shhhh! You don’t want anyone to hear us don’t you?❞

༄ 𝒻ℯ𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔： satoru gojo x fem!reader

༄ 𝒯𝒲／𝒞𝒲： established relationship, light exhibitionism, p in v sex, unprotected sex, getting caught (*^‿^*), pwp

𝒫ℛ𝒪ℳ𝒫𝒯 ☆*:・ﾟ

You just wanted to shop, but gojo had other plans for you <3

„Gojo what are you doing?-„ you mutter, before being cut off by a large hand placed right infront of your pretty mouth the other one holding your waist firmly. „Shhhh.. just trust me“ Gojo muttered under his breath seemingly undoing his belt, the leather rustling as he fumbled the the buckle open with his one free hand.

Honestly, you didn’t even know how you’ve ended up in that situation, it was just the usual: gojo taking you on a shopping spree through various stores. He just loves to see you try on different stuff wether it’s a nice neklace that settles perfectly against your cleavage, a beautiful bag or just a new cute dress that flatters your curves just perfectly. What he loved the absolute most about it tho, was the little show you always love to put on for him when you come out,: for example the little twirls you make coming out of the changing room in a dress that’s so short, that he can see your lace panties peak through. Ofcourse it’s cute and hot but usually it doesn’t faze him that much.

Today was different tho, infact very different. He didn’t know what exactly it was but something about that damn dress you’ve just tried on and proudly presented to him, made him completely loose it. The way it hugged your curves so damn well in all the right places, his gaze lingering on every graceful line as desire started to spark in his chest. It wasn’t just the way the fabric clung to you—it was the way you wore it, you wore it with such confidence as you presented it to him.

After showing him the dress and going back to the changing room, after you’ve just pulled the curtain shut and turned around to strip the dress off, you suddenly heard the curtain move again. Just as you were about to turn around to check on who was invading your privacy. Suddenly before even getting the chance to turn around, you felt a very familiar pair of hands slide around your waist, firmly pressing you down making you bend over and desperately cling onto the wall for support, those same hands now unbuckled Gojo’s belt.

as he successfully unbuckled his belt you suddenly felt his almost desperate touch again, but this time he was pulling down your lacy underwear. „Gojo we can’t do this not in here atleast“ you hiss out trying to be as quiet as possible, but your very loving — and audacious, boyfriend couldn’t care less and just shamelessly aligned his rock hard cock with your wet little cunt. „why are you so wet then, if you don’t like it hmm?“ he asked in a teasing tone and smug grin on his face, he didn’t even give you any time to think about a possible answer to his question —Not that you could answer at all, with his hand over your mouth, as he started to unashamedly bully his dick into your tight pussy, your warm & soft walls welcoming him just perfectly making a satisfied bit quiet groan escape his parted lips as he slight throws his head back.

„Mhh Gojo!“ you manage to whine out into his hand as Gojo presses it even further against your mouth, in high efforts to keep you relatively quiet. „Shhhh! You don’t want anyone to hear us don’t you?“ Gojo whispered with an amused grin spread across his face as he leans down to place firm wet kisses alongside your neck as he picked up his pace chasing his own release making it significantly harder to hold onto the wall for support as he mercilessly fucked you from behind, causing a white ring of your arousal form at the base of his cock. You continue to whine out muffled moans and cries into his large hand as you feel the knot in your stomach growing even more while his thrusts are turning a bit more sloppy and he begins to reach even further into your by now practically dripping cunt. „M‘gonna cumm!“ you cry out into his hand once again making gojo chuckle as he finally picks up his pace once again „m‘gonna cum too baby“ he huffs out, still leaned down right beside your ear clearly out of breath. Just as he finished his sentence he felt the familiar feeling of your pussy clenching around his thick cock and your body trembling infront of him. As he feels you cumming on his cock, he feels his own release approach. With a few last deep sloppy thrusts into your impossibly tight and soft cunt he cums inside painting your gummy walls all white with his cum making groan right into your ear.

Panting and out of breath he waited a moment before lifting his hand away from your mouth, his touch still briefly lingering on your lips. Just as he finished buckling up his belt again while you were picking up your panties that have been thrown trough the fitting room when suddenly a quite loud and rather serious voice interrupted the comfortable silence that lingered between the two of you just seconds ago. “I don’t know what’s going on in there, but it’s time to finish up, or I’ll have to call security.”

(>ᴗ•)

[maleyanderecafe]

Locked Out (Kinetic Novel)

Created by: SlowlyTee 🍓

Genre: Horror/Romance

This is a short but complete kinetic novel about a girl named Sallie who gets locked out of her apartment and has to wait it out in her neighbor Kien's apartment until she can get the locksmith to come. It has a very nice art style and a bit of a twist near the end, even if it does feel like it ends in a cliff hanger. You can find more at @slowlytee.

The story starts out with Sallie coming back home from her work after a snowstorm only to find that she had accidentally locked her keys inside of her apartment. She finds that there's nobody she can turn to and instead calls a locksmith to help her get back in. Because of the snow storm, the company estimates that it will take them about an hour and a half to the apartment, meaning that Sallie will have to either stand outside in the cold or find a place to stay. While contemplating on the nearby places and how creepy that one guy at the mall was, her new neighbor Kien comes by and offers for her to stay at his place to wait. Having no real other option, she agrees and hangs out at his place to talk. We find out the reason why Kien is out so late is because of his insomnia and he talks about how he manages it, letting himself work on various projects to tire himself out. As a freelance editor, he is able to work on many projects on his own time. Sallie also talks about her job as a bartender and her desire to be a journalist, even if she knows her family doesn't really support her on this decision. Kien offers her a drink and suggests drinking some wild berry tea which Sallie agrees to. After variously talking for a bit, Kien heads to the bathroom and Sallie ends up passing out on the couch. Upon waking up, she finds that she missed the locksmith by two hours, causing her to panic. Kien comes in to tell her that he decided to pay for the fees and got her door unlocked while she was asleep. When asked to pay him back, Kien instead asks for her to go on a coffee date with him which she agrees to. After being given some wild berry tea leaves, Sallie returns back to her apartment. She decides before sleeping to call the company and figure out how much she owns Kien, however, upon calling, she finds that Kien actually cancelled the service stating that he was Sallie's boyfriend and simply unlocked it for her, leading the caller to get annoyed and scold her a bit for wasting her time. Immediately afterwards, Sallie goes to Kien's house and pins him against the wall angry. She more or less curses at Kien and tells him to not mess with her before he laughs stating that her reaction was very interesting.

First things first, I really like this artstyle in this game-it reminds me of an artist that I follow on instagram though it's not the same person. I think that the snowy atmosphere really brings a very good feeling to everything, not only the coldness that Sallie feels but also the contrasting warmness of when she goes into Kien's apartment. All in all, I honestly just really like the art style for this game. Another thing I like is how generally grounded this game is, as everything that happened is something that could feasibly happen in real life, which I think is always a fun thing to see in these types of kinetic novels. Despite how short it is, it's able to showcase both of the character personalities- even certain things like Sallie turning on Kien at the end by coming to his apartment and pushing him against the wall are also foreshadowed in her conversations with Kien.

Sallie initially comes off as a bit more aloof and reserved towards others, though it's completely understandable given that she's locked herself out of her apartment during a snowstorm. She doesn't actually ask Kien initially when she sees him to perhaps let her stay in his apartment until tlhe snowstorm starts, out of both politeness and out of awkwardness. We see this too when she stays in his apartment at least until Kien makes her more comfortable and insists on paying back Kien even after Kien tells her its okay, going so far as to call on the same day to figure out the pricing. At the same time though, we see that her job wasn't supported by her parents and thus she has to fund her own college classes through bartending. There's a sense of not wanting to have to be in debt in others no matter the cost, so I can see where she might have a kind of turn like this near the end. There are definitely bits of personality that shine through from what initially seems like a more polite and passive protagonist.

Kien, until the reveal at the end, is pretty good at hiding his yandere intentions. It's likely that he has been watching Sallie for a while, either because of his insomnia that allows him to watch over her at various times, or if he was lying just to make conversation with her. It also makes you wonder whether or not Kien himself was the one who locked Sallie's apartment door or if she did honestly forget and he took advantage of the situation. I think the most obvious thing he does is drug the tea that Sallie had- I honestly thought he was going to kidnap her after this instance, but instead he just goes out to unlock her door. Honestly, if Sallie had not decided to call the place to figure out how much she owed Kien, she probably wouldn't have found out that he was doing all of these things, like calling her his girlfriend or unlocking the door himself. I actually like this approach since there are a lot of little subtle hints into what's going on and then an ultimate confirmation at the end to see what he actually did. I am curious about his reaction though since he seems pretty smug for someone who was caught stalking and making a copy of her keys.

The game ends pretty abruptly on a cliff hanger. I think that while it could have made a more clean cut ending, the way that the cliff hanger ends give a sense of intrigue for what is to come. However, I can see why people would not like it since it is very abrupt and seemingly comes out of nowhere. Still, I think that it's a fun short game with a yandere in it with a good art style. Try it out if you haven't.

[minikoko-a]

general relationship headcanons — tim wright x fem!reader pre-mh

starting that Tim finds it difficult to have a bond with someone, if with a platonic one he has his challenges, now imagine with a romantic one!

and it's very probably that he either met you through Brian (extra points if you are his sister... i got an idea) or during the recording of Marble Hornets but since this is pre marble hornets, we'll go for the first one.

if you met through Brian...

if you met through Brian, it was a little easier for him to have a conversation with you, because Brian did his best to make sure that the three of you could talk without leaving anyone uncomfortably silent.

the three of you went out constantly, until little by little, you two began to start a conversation without looking for a topic by searching hard in your little heads.

first were more fluid conversations.

then you hang out more often.

and then one of you caught feelings.

most probably was you first.

"she fell first, but he fell harder" trope.

at this point, you were just thinking about when you had developed romantic feelings for Tim. for your other friends, he was a quiet, reserved and sarcastic guy, according to them, he was absolutely not your type! but hey, he has something that makes you feel your heart beat as crazy and honestly, you don't give a fuck what they say lol.

Brian knew it.

he knew it even before you had developed feelings for him.

get ready for the most teasing ever.

but at the end, he would be more than happy to help you figure out if your feelings are reciprocated.

Brian would be the third wheel but not in an awkward way, he would help you two always be together. in small details like, if the three of you are walking, he will be on the other side so that you are both walking side by side.

until one day, Tim asked Brian if you and he had something, obviously, Brian denied it and in the end he collected an important fact.

TIM ALSO LIKES YOU!

you considered just giving up on your desire to tell Tim that you have feelings for him, for fear that the friendship would fracture and hangouts would become awkward and strained. But you didn't expect to have that day that you once dreamed of, to have him in front of you, his jaw somewhat tense pronouncing those words that had you in heaven: "i like you"

although you confessed to each other, it was after a week that he officially asked you to be his partner.

"can i be your boyfriend?" his voice sounded so intimate, so honest, the intention and the feeling were genuine despite his reserved nature.

congratulations! you and Tim are a cute couple <3!

your dates would be simple but cozy, an outing to a restaurant or being in their respective houses/apartments cooking something delicious for both of you.

i feel like it took Tim a while to give you a kiss, you were the one who showed more physical affection but it wasn't something that bothered you.

but don't worry! his mainly love language is quality time and acts of service.

but when he kisses you, oh god! his kisses are slow but so real, could fall into passionate, emotional? kind of that type.

use honey, dear or a nickname of yours.

your relationship with Tim was going pretty well. the attention Tim gave you, the protection and his genuineness in his feelings towards you made you the happiest person in this whole place! he usually gives you some little things, like flowers, a necklace or things that he knew you liked. you didn't want to pressure him into kissing on the lips, sure there were kisses on the temple and cheek but that was it. you knew Tim, you knew that for him there had to be a certain time for him to be comfortable in doing some actions and it doesn't bother you.

but it was a day that you went up one more step.

you were both waiting for Brian to return, he had a project to give to a professor and he had told both of you to go ahead and wait for him at the exit. Tim was next to you, his cigarette smell made you dizzy, he started to get into the habit of not smoking around you, he recognized that the cigarette smell was strong and he doesn't want to hurt you.

you played with your hair somewhat bored, you raised your gaze meeting his, making your gaze soften. his fingers tangled in your hair sending a tickle down your stomach that wasn't bad, a smile began to curve on your lips

"honey, can i..."

his voice sounded somewhat nervous but didn't tremble, you confidently took his cheeks, feeling his freshly cut beard in your hands, bringing both of your faces closer, cutting the distance and sealing it with a soft kiss.

the kiss escalated into one still slowly but with more contact from the two until a fake cough made your lips break the union, looking where it came from it was Brian with a smile.

there was a day where you were waiting for Brian and Tim. you remember that Brian had said something about a project that a friend of his wanted to do and he needed actors, since you had left your classes a little late Tim accompanied him.

a while had passed and you saw their two figures approaching the exit, Tim's gaze was tired and Brian raised his hand a little when he saw you from afar, corresponding to his sign, you did the same.

as Tim set his gaze on you, he smiled softly, seeing you brought him calm and warmth, he didn't want to lose you, he really didn't.

he was so grateful to have you as his partner, so much that it would hurt him that this so genuine, so... warm would end, but that won't happen and not soon, right?

[mossangelll]

yandere!viktor x reader

machine herald controlling you you to the point of infantilisation⁉️

this is probably on the fringe for a lot of people but the idea of a yandere going to such extremes because they “know what’s best for you” and experiencing such a dehumanising loss of agency scratches an itch for me

tw: forced age regression, uncomfortable dynamics, forced drugging, toxic behaviour

“Do you want the crayons or the storybook, hm?” he holds them up to you in either hand, “Speak up for me. I know my darling can do it.” If you didn’t know any better about him and the horrific things he’s capable of, you would honestly believe the gentle cadence paired with his own unique twang was calming and paternal.

What a sick fuck.

He had that smarmy grin plastered to his face as he watched you in silence, waiting for a response that obviously would never come. After all, he made you a makeshift pacifier that was strapped inside your mouth using soft fabric that also wrapped around your hands. He took your voice and mobility all in one fell swoop and you were helpless against him.

“Aw, poor little thing. You must be tired, eh?” His cold metal hand comes to press against your forehead, thumb easing away the tension etched there.

He hoists you up with ease from where you were sat at your miniature table and carries you over to a large mattress in the corner of your room, what he’s lovingly dubbed your “crib” due to the child-friendly gates surrounding it, and places you amongst the sea of soft plushies and pillows.

He sits down next to you on the edge of the bed and smooths the stray hairs that have come out out your immaculate hair do, one he did for you, of course. He wants to be a reassuring presence for you but as you lay before him, you feel bile rise in your throat.

The frustration continues to well up and your eyes burn with unshed tears until you can’t hold them back anymore and you sob. But even your cries come out muffled and you’re not able to truly express the anguish that rages inside of you, a freedom that is your birthright.

Why, out of everyone, did you end up with this psycho that treats you like a child?

Viktor lets out a soft gasp and immediately crouches down by your side. “Shh darling, everything will be ok. Seeing you like this makes me very upset, you know.” He coos but the wide smile he doesn’t even bother to hide tells a different story.

He leaves you for just a moment, fearful of what kind of accidents you could get into in his absence, he once said. You rolled your eyes at the time, still fighting for your independence with venomous words and sharp rebuttals, and was promptly punished for your disobedience. It wasn’t the first time and definitely won’t the last, but now you’re more accepting of your position with Viktor’s - better to make your life easier by giving into his unusual desires than be punished again and again and again until you finally learn your lesson.

He comes back with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, cooled just enough that it wouldn’t burn your mouth.

He pulls a vial full of a pale yellow liquid out of his pocket and drops two splashes of it into your drunk before giving it a good stir. He does this in plain view of you, knowing that there’s nothing you can do to stop him. Though your untrusting gaze cuts right through him, he continues on not caring about what you think is “moral”. He scoffs at such black and white thinking; you don’t have the knowledge and power he does, so how could you ever care for yourself the way he can?

“Drink up, darling. You’ll feel right as rain in no time.” He doesn’t give you the option of declining as he’s quick to pull out your pacifier and press the mug against your lips, cradling your head forwards so you don’t choke.

The hot chocolate is rich and velvety, smooth and indulgent with a slight edge you’re not quite able to place. Something of his invention, no doubt. Viktor often forbade you from eating too many sweets so this was clearly his way of placating you, baiting you into being on your best behaviour.

It’s unnerving, the way his curious amber eyes stare into yours with no intention of looking away, as if you were a perplexing equation he needed to find the solution to. You were simply something he needed to fix, a small stepping stone that meant nothing in his greater plan to solve humanity’s suffering.

Your head feels cloudy as you slowly fall into a smaller version of yourself, one that’s scared of the dark and cries whenever Viktor leaves.

You hate that he’s reduced you to a shadow of your former self, forcing you to act like a child while you frantically grip onto the disintegrating remnants of your past life. You hate the way your eyes start to flicker as drowsiness engulfs each of your senses - you especially hate feeling like you’re rolling over and simply allowing him do as he pleases, but as much as you wish to protest and scream you’re rendered still by whatever concoction he spiked your drink with.

Either way, he would probably get some depraved enjoyment out of you having a tantrum, since it only goes to prove that you need him to look after you and you’d rather not supply him with more fodder for the fire.

Viktor begins to hum a childhood song from the undercity but when the melody reaches your ears, it’s dampened like your head is submerged deep underwater.

He reaches for your hand which you limply grab onto with what little strength you have left, “There, there, little one. Close your eyes and sleep. You’re safe here.”

And sleep you do.

[cushfuddled]

what are your thoughts on the "Arcane Viktor was meant to be ace" that has been said in an interview? Like yes - word of god feel free to ignore - but they said they tried to write him that way. Do you think they succeeded?

Hiya! Thanks for the ask! :D

I was honestly shocked to hear Linke "always" meant to depict Viktor as asexual. It strikes me as a deeply disingenuous comment, not least of all because I want to believe someone who "always thought of Viktor as asexual" and was driven by a desire to make ace people happy would...I dunno...display a slightly better grasp of what "asexuality" even means.

LINKE: I know there are some people who ask this. There is a love. I don't think it's romantic…I remember many, many years ago also thinking about this when we started developing these characters. To me, I can say something here now that would be good for you and bad for me because it will be a wildfire. To me, Viktor was always asexual, and that was always something we talked about from the very beginning. So, a romantic relationship between Jayce and Viktor was just never part of it. There is a love, absolutely, but we also found it a bit... Love and relationships are so complex and take so many different forms. Viktor loves in a different way, and that's okay, no? ...It's something that when we talk to our LGBTQ group within Riot, I remember asking the group many, many years ago, like, "What is something that you never see depicted very well?" And someone said asexuality. They say it's often depicted as, like, emotionless when it's not true at all. It's just that your feelings don't mix with physical. So, to me, that was always part of Viktor. [x]

I didn't feel seen at all by this kind of retroactive ace rep, but I did feel truly, deeply moved by the fandom's response.

Because I know this song and dance. A showrunner or someone with similar "creative authority" describes a character as ace or aro, and the fancops take out their soap boxes and declare,

"All right, everybody! You heard the man! No more sexy fanfic and fan art! This ace/aro character is officially off limits!"

And then aro and ace people like me, who ENJOY smutty fanfic and fan art and want to see our favorite Barbie dolls kiss, are viciously harassed for our hubris. For at least a year I watched my favorite TMA fan artist get dogpiled to hell for daring to draw NSFW art ofJonathan Sims. And yes, this artist was also ace! To fancops, the opinions of aces and aros who like to consume or create smut don't count. We're all "degen" traitors who deserve to be bullied out of fan spaces for the sake of The Good Ones.

So anyway! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Christian Linke came out of the hole in my wall and told me Viktor and Jayce aren't gay.

“Was there ever a ship?” LINKE: “It’s strange that people say that’s the only close relationship that two men could have is to be a couple, you know? There’s really close friendships and like, brotherhoods if you will…like, really being there for each other. Um. [That] is something that was…really important for us to explore. So…it seems like there’s no other version, you know? For some fans, they say like, ‘Hey, there must be romance,’ and we’re like…these relationships can be really layered and really complex, you know? I think there is some kind of…there is a love between them. I just don’t think it’s romantic, you know?” [x]

(If I have to hear one more creator clap back at a hopeful "could they be gay?" with a bizarrely defensive spiel about the transcendent magic of platonic bonds and how men aren't allowed to foster close platonic relationships I'm gonna hemorrhage something, but that rant already lives over here so whatever)

First of all...

:3c

...For someone so committed to propping up the ace and aro community with canon rep, this November 28 2024 version of Christian Linke sure doesn't mention asexuality or aromanticism at all. The genergous ellipses from the excerpt above aren't a creative embellishment on my part. Those pauses are very much apparent on the Twitch stream. Linke appears to really dig for the right words here, yet the terms "asexual" or "aromantic" evade capture. But sure, asexuality was "always" a part of Viktor for Linke.

Maybe Linke didn't want to draw fire from fans with a "Dumbledore is gay" moment, so he left any definitive terminology off the table. In any case, I watched the Jayvik community respond to Linke's Twitch stream like so:

This was, to put it mildly, fucking hysterical. I've never seen a community so decisively "...anyway" a showrunner over queer rep before.

This is horribly unfair for me to assume, given I know next to nothing about Linke and his capacity for petty vengeance. His timing could be totally coincidental, his efforts completely genuine. But the fact that Linke dropped this ace Viktor bomb less than two weeks after his Twitch stream smells like a tantrum to me. In my least charitable vision, I see a man who declared Jayvik platonic by order of Authorial Intent, watched his fandom go, "That's nice grandpa. So about that Hextech sex toy fic—", and was so offended by shippers' casual disregard as to "strike back" with something they couldn't possibly ignore. Thus the "Viktor was ace the whole time" card, when

The word you're looking for is "aromantic," Linke. That's the one to do with romantic attraction.

I know it can be difficult to canonize asexuality and aromanticism. If someone tried to kiss Viktor and Viktor pulled back like, "I don't feel things that way"...would that reaction be enough to make Viktor canonically aro? Perhaps Viktor would need to clarify: "I don't feel things that way." "Which way?" "The...romantic way.” “I don't understand." "You are my partner, Jayce. I love you. I want to be with you. But I will never want to kiss you." I’m tempted to champion that second option, but I can see the argument for less stringent criteria. Ambiguity is...organic, I guess. Too much clarification can read as disingenuous and preachy, like one of those after school specials. Still: I've spent too many years dancing for table scraps to ascribe sanctity to headcanons.

At the end of the day I just don't buy Viktor as ace/aro per Linke and Lee's creative vision. Sky felt like such a classic case of "straight key jangling" to me—i.e. a one-dimensional female character who exists to reinforce a male character's straightness. (My favorite example of this phenomenon = the time Cas Supernatural became mortal ((and thus capable of sexual attraction)), met a woman, slept with her, then killed her within the span of a single episode. Why showrunners seem to believe a female love interest invalidates queer readings, I cannot begin to guess). Even as Viktor pulled his hands away from Sky's—even as Sky told him, “No you won't"—I couldn't help but feel like Linke and Lee had a bullhorn to my ear the whole show: "Oh no, these poor lost ships in the night! How tragic, that Sky was so ready to love Viktor with all his faults and cracks, and Viktor could've found love and purpose outside his work had he only stopped long enough to notice! How tragic, that Viktor only came to understand the nature of Sky's feelings for him after his work had stolen her away! How tragic, that the thing Viktor so desperately craved was right there the whole time, from the moment he launched that toy boat to the night he activated the Hexcore!" It felt like Sky was meant to represent potential, a la the limitless expanse of the heavens. In such a complex cast, Sky stands out like a sore (cardboard) thumb. When Viktor lost Sky to his ambition, she was forever frozen as a "what could have been," reduced to a symbol of roads untraveled. With all those Vibes in the air, I'm like...uh...Linke? Tell me again about how you wanted me to read Viktor as aro this whole time???

I'm sure some ace and aro folks were bolstered by this situation, and lord knows I don't want to yuck on anybody's yums. But for me personally, Linke's comments were like a punch to the throat. It felt like Linke wanted to use me as a police baton to beat back the hordes of evil shippers. What meant the world to me was, once again, the fandom's response. NO ONE TOOK THE BAIT. At least here on Tumblr, all I saw were ace, aro, and allo fans A. clarifying ace and aro terminology, and B. creating smut out of spite.

I cannot stress how fucking INSANE this was to witness as someone who's dealt with a lot of shame re: my aegosexuality. I've never felt so seen and supported as an ace person by a fandom community. Every Jayvik fic with a "this one's for you, Linke"-esque note adds another five years onto my life. I seriously love you all. Please keep being your glorious selves.

[sinnabarmoth]

Tribute for the Dragon (6/18)

Pairing: Dragon|Sylus x Fem|Reader

Summary: After the events of the hot spring you take to avoiding Sylus. It goes well until your accidentally wander somewhere you shouldn't have been.

Content Warnings: Adult language.

Length: 2k

Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5)

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“I am going to hurl myself off the mountain.” you muttered into your pillow. “I’m really gonna do it. I can’t go back out there and face him now. My only option is death now.”

You had been hiding back in your bedroom since that morning. You knew you technically had duties but you could not bring yourself to leave the room. When you thought about what happened back in the hot spring your entire body got heated.

It was one thing to have your own little forbidden fantasies that confused you but it was another to actually live them! You couldn’t act like Sylus wasn’t attractive. He was. If he were human then you probably wouldn’t be feeling so conflicted about it. But he is at least part dragon and while it looked like the only differences were cosmetic ones, you had not taken into account that there would be biological differences too!

He could really smell when you were aroused! That was beyond unfair! Now what were you supposed to do? Apparently if you got aroused you stunk up the entire mountain! You would reek and he’d know and how were you  meant to go about your normal duties knowing that at any moment you could have a sudden fleeting desire and he’d pick up on it like a hunting dog tracking a rabbit!

Then his offer to help! Dear gods above, you were going to get aroused again if you thought of the implications.

Maybe it would be fine. You could survive this. Knowing what you knew now the lust would eventually fade and things could go back to normal. He’d get bored of teasing you and--

No. He would not get bored of teasing you. It was stupid to think otherwise. But he may at least stop making blatant comments about it at some point.

With that in mind you decided to be brave and go back to your work. You were just going to do your best to avoid Sylus until you felt that you could be normal about this again. And avoid him you did. You crept through the tunnels like you were a thief in the night. The moment you heard him you darted in the other direction.

When it came to preparing meals you cooked them, shouted that the food was ready, and took off again. And you knew that Sylus could tell that you were avoiding him. If he really wanted to he would come seek you out wherever you were. For whatever reason he was letting you play this out. Perhaps he found it humorous or maybe he understood why you were doing it and was giving you that space. It was impossible to say which was correct.

All you knew was that the thought of seeing him made your skin alight and your legs tremble. Honestly, knowing that he could sniff out your desire made you feel aroused more often now. It was like when your foot was itchy but you didn’t realise it was itchy until you thought about it. If he had never said anything you probably would have been fine.

You didn’t know how long you could keep this up. Something had to give.

Then one day you were walking about the mountain when you heard Sylus coming down the same hall. You panicked and ducked into the closest room to you. At the time you hadn’t noticed the X carved over the archway.

You ducked inside, pressing yourself into the shadows waiting for him to pass. You stared into the darkness of the room and slowly your eyes adjusted. It looked like an empty spacious room. The only thing you could make out was the glint of metal further in.

Your curiosity got the better of you, no longer worried about Sylus coming down the hall and got closer. In the wane light you were able to make out what was there. It was an old chest. No shiny adornments on it or anything, just plain wood and iron.

Why was this in here all by itself? You glanced back at the doorway. You didn’t hear Sylus. He must have passed by.

Slowly you hefted the lid, the hinges creaked loudly as if they had not been moved in years. Perhaps they hadn’t. You had to squint and angle the chest towards the light from the doorway but you could make out a few things inside. Most of it was some old books and clothes but there were two things that caught your eye. One was a large piece of what looked to be an eggshell and the other was a shining gold pendant. Pendant was the wrong word. The disc you held in your hands was as wide as a dinner plate on a chain as thick as a rope.

It was dazzling. It almost seemed to glow in the darkness, a thin shine of red coming off of it. The design on the face was simple but masterfully done. Swirling designs crisscrossed the surface into some looping star shape.

Why would Sylus keep something like this in here and not the hoard room?

“Are you done snooping?”

Shit!

You froze, dropping the pendant back in the chest and closing the lid. Sylus was standing behind you, silhouetted in the door. You couldn’t see his face against the shadows but the ice in his voice was indicator enough that he was pissed. “I told you not to come in here.”

“Sorry.” you blurted out. “It was an accident.”

“And was it an accident when you went through my things?” he stalked further into the room.

“No…I just saw the chest and my curiosity got the best of me. I’m sorry. Really I am.”

“Well, I hope it was worth it. Now get out.”

In all the time that you had been here, this was the only time you had heard him genuinely angry. Your heart clenched and you held your arms close to your chest.

“Yes, master.” you squeaked out and fled the room as fast as your feet could carry you.

You did not see Sylus for the rest of the day and this time it wasn’t because you were avoiding him. He had disappeared from the mountain again. The room, when you walked past it later, had been blocked off with a mountain of rubble. Whatever that room was, whatever was in that chest meant, it was clear that Sylus did not want you in there again.

You felt guilty about looking through his things. There was no excusing your actions and if you had been smarter about it you would have never touched that chest. You would have recognized you were in a room you shouldn’t have been in and left the moment you were sure Sylus was gone. But now he was angry with you and you did not know how that would affect things between you.

This was arguably worse than the whole masturbation debacle. At least you knew where you stood with him regarding that. Now, you were scared. Not of him. You didn’t think he would hurt you. But you were worried that he would put you at a distance now. What if all you ever were to him from here on out was a servant? What if he decided he didn’t want you around anymore? Would he send you back to the village?

“Damn it.” you sighed. “I have to talk to him.”

You searched the mountain but like you had suspected earlier, he was missing. Probably gone on another flight. You went to the entrance and sat down. He’d come back at some point and you’d be waiting.

~~~

Sylus had been trying to give you the space you so desperately wanted after what happened in the hot spring. You were embarrassed and nervous, he expected that. But he had been sure you would get over it in time. So he let you hide and run, partly amused by how nervous you were.

Then he had caught you in that room. There were few places he didn’t want you treading, most of them were for safety reasons. The room that you went into though trying to hide from him was one that he had marked off for personal reasons. What he kept in there was for his eyes only. At least it was until you opened that chest.

He had seen what you were holding and all he wanted was for you to drop it. Forget everything you had seen.

When you looked at him…what he saw…what he smelled even. You were scared. Scared of him. The sour stench followed you out of the room. He didn’t want that. You were never supposed to be scared of him.

He went to the chest, checking the contents inside and slammed the lid shut once more. He then blocked up the entrance so no one could enter again. There was no reason for anyone to be going in there. Never again.

That sour stench of your fear was still in the hall. “Damn it.” he didn’t want to be here when the mountain smelled like this. It only reminded him of that terrified look you had thrown at him. You had looked so helpless, so small. The only time he had seen you look half as scared was when you first came to the mountain in that ridiculously extravagant dress and the makeup that had sweated off your face. But then, that fear had never been directed at him. You had always been so strong and so brave about everything that happened to you.

With one look he was scared that he had destroyed the trust you had put in him. What if you wanted to return to the village now? If you were truly that unhappy he would let you go in an instant. But the mountain would be so quiet without you. He needed to correct this before you were too far gone. But he also needed to clear his own head first.

He stayed out in the sky, flying without direction. He hadn’t noticed how long he had been gone until the sun started to set in the sky. He immediately turned back, hoping that he could catch you before you went to sleep.

It was dark when he returned. The mountain no longer smelled of your fear. And to his surprise, there you were.

You were at the mouth of entrance, propped against the stone wall, eyes closed as you slept. Had you been waiting for him?

“You didn’t need to wait out here,” he murmured to your sleeping face. He shook his head and gently scooped you up into his arms to take you back to the bedroom.

He had just gotten you back to the bedroom when you started to rouse, your eyes opened and squinted up at him. “Sylus? Where did you go?” you said through a yawn.

“Doesn’t matter. I’m back.” he set you on the bed.

“I’m sorry.” you rolled over to keep looking at him.

“I know you are. Go back to sleep.” he pulled the blankets up around you. He turned to leave but you caught him by his hand. “What is it?”

“I really am sorry. I don’t know what it was about that room or that chest that you didn’t want me to see but I do feel bad about going through it. I just…” your hand gripped his tighter, “I guess part of me looked through it because I wanted to know more about you.”

Sylus had not been expecting this. “What do you mean?” he asked, kneeling next to the bed so you were eye level.

“For as long as I’ve been here the most I feel I know about you is your name.” you said. “I don’t feel like I know anything else.”

“You wish to know my past?”

“Not even that.” you sighed, “I just want to know you. If I am to spend the rest of my life here, I may as well know the only person I may ever get to talk to.”

The rest of your life…

You weren’t asking to go back to the village. That’s all that mattered to him.

“That is fair enough.” Sylus said. “You may ask as many questions as you want, in the morning though. Then we can both get to know one another better.”

You smiled, it was sleepy and small but you had smiled at him. “Good.” your eyes closed again.

He looked down and saw your hand was still curled around his claw as you drifted on back to sleep. “What a strange little human you are.”

[rosesforwildwitches]

It took Stolas actively sleeping with another man to figure out he wanted to divorce his wife because he was raised in an incredibly restrictive and sheltered environment and pushed into the narrative of being the perfect royal by literally everyone in his life up until Blitzø showed up, from his father to his entire social circle to his wife. He didn't realize he was gay until he slept with Blitzø, and his bizzare dating choices after that make a lot more sense when you realize that this is a man who's spent over 3 decades with no chance to explore actual reality outside of what everyone else around him wanted him to be between the forced marriage and whatnot. This man acts like an idiot because he has very little exposure to or experience with his own feelings, desires for life, or even who he is at his core, and while it does come from a position of material and political privilege that shouldn't be ignored, it's a very real detriment to Stolas's sense of self and ability to navigate the world.

And saying the show writes women to be unlikable bitches to make men look better is completely inaccurate because the show has many unlikable asshole characters who are completely self serving, some of whom are men and some of whom are women. Andrealphus is written with the exact same level of pure bitch evil as his sister, he just happens to know hell's legal system better. Moxxie's dad is written as pure plain evil as characters can be in narrative. The second client of IMP is shown to be a man who's a cartoonishly evil sinner who's motive for killing his business rival winds up being that he knows he'll wind up in hell and he wants to be together with the dude. There's plenty of assholes in the cannon, just not all of them are dudes. And if we want to bring the whole Hellaverse into it, Valentino is the easy shot here, but he also gets critiques for "romanticizing abusers" when he's a male abuser, and Stella gets called out for "character assassination" for being a female abuser.

I'm honestly starting to think a lot of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel critics who complain about these two characters specifically as depictions of abusers specifically have a general problem where they're uncomfortable with any depictions of domestic abuse. That or they're just uncomfortable with the victims of said abuse not being women and/or perfect angels in their behavior all the time, because it messes with their own personal notions of how abuse survivors act. In reality a lot of people in domestic abuse situations act way more like Stolas or Angel Dust than people who haven't been through it like to think about, and it doesn't mean they deserved their abusive situation at all. One doesn't have to be a perfect shining paragon to deserve not being treated like shit by a romantic partner.

ok this isn’t a hellaverse acc anymore but i have to get this rant out here,

octavia was not being irrational with how she acted in sinsmas!! just imagine being in her shoes: your dad cheats on ur mom with some random dude, constantly picks him, and even sacrifices his life for him on live television. how would that make you feel?

“oh but stolas has shown he cares about her!” he SAID he cares about her with words, yes, but he had never shown it with his actions, atleast not on screen. you can see it in the loo loo land ep when he claimed he wanted to have a special day for via but made blitzo tag along despite the fact he can defend the both of them just fine because?? he was just horny i guess???

you can also see it in the seeing stars ep when he goes to la to look for via but gets sidetracked by blitzo again, at the end it wasn’t even him that found her, it was loona 😭

stolas is not a good father, nor was he “trying his best”, and the fact that the show expects the audience to believe that shows how incompetent the writing is at times

[thanakite]

I think one of my main issues with Jayce is his lack of support for Caitlyn

Like they grew up together in a lot of ways and she seems to have looked up to him for a long time and they are essentially like brother and sister in A LOT of ways, but also friends

But following the Progress Day attack when her parents (her mom was likely the main one behind this but Jayce says that her "Parents spoke to the Sheriff" so here we are) got Marcus to essentially fire her as an Enforcer he comes to her and offers her a position as House Talis Security, which Caitlyn clearly states is a ceremonial position where she'd live behind a desk, all things that Caitlyn clearly and decidedly does not want and has not ever wanted and is very clear about her and should be clear to someone who has known her as long as Jayce has

If he came to her with this and he was like "No, I know how it looks, but that's just to get your parents off your back, in reality I will give you free reign (more or less, but essentially, I will support you) to pursue your investigation and with my new backing as a Councilor behind you" then I would believe him to be someone supportive to her and her hopes and dreams and someone who actually knows and understands her (like a sibling or a close friend) after knowing each other as long as they have

Because really, for one her injuries from the Progress Day attack COULD have happened to anyone and could have happened to her even if she wasn't an Enforcer (Because let's be real here she's still nosy and still deeply cares so she could have ended up near the explosion anyway), so forcing her to no longer be an Enforcer over it is illogical and just goes to show that her parents would have picked literally anything to get her to stop being an Enforcer

But Jayce is supposed to be her friend/older brother figure, someone who should decidedly not be siding with her parents here (Even with the concern for her health and safety, he SHOULD know that a ceremonial position where she'd live behind a desk would drive he absolutely up the wall and would make her incredibly miserable, plus again it was a BULLSHIT excuse to get her fired and Marcus likely only went with it because she was poking into things he didn't want her poking into)

And realistically this isn't the only time this happens with him and Caitlyn as despite it being HER investigation, he doesn't get a hold of her to come with him and Vi to bust up the Shimmer factories, but he SHOULD HAVE

Like with Vi it makes sense, they just had a very dramatic parting of the ways and it would have been SUPREMELY awkward to then go back and be like "Hey well actually do you want to come and try and shut down Shimmer with me?"

Caitlyn still would have 1000000% done it, but everything about it would have been too awkward for Vi to do so

Jayce doesn't have that problem though and yet he doesn't do anything to bring her along despite it being her case and him KNOWING IT IS HER CASE and everything else having to do with Caitlyn and her investigation and desire to be an Enforcer and make things better in Zaun and ALL of that

Caitlyn does support Jayce and was even his strongest defender when he was arrested after the heist and explosion at his apartment despite being young and having to go against her dad (Who is arguably the parent she gets along better with, which can easily make it harder to go against that parent in arguments because it can make you worry that they won't support you in future arguments with the parent you get along with less), and she continued to do what she could to support him after the trial when her parents went to drop him like a steaming pile of shit (Something that is never addressed, really, like there is no indication he held this against them at all once Hextech got approved and was shown to work and everything, but he honestly SHOULD have and it should have been a factor to him in choosing to support Caitlyn over the desires of her parents)

So... yeah.

I do like Jayce at times, but things like this supremely frustrate me, because he SHOULD have been someone in Caitlyn's corner who supported her in what SHE wanted to do with her life, but he just... Didn't

[theshypinkflower]

I have got QUESTIONS!!! And I really need head cannons for them please... How would Ren feel or do or be like if he found out that the MC was a beastkin bunny, I need to know!!!, if you can of course no pressure pookie:3

Constant predator prey dynamic.

Every waking moment Ren will remind how you're just a little bunny. A helpless little fluffball giving your life to a fox. You know he could eat you right? Hell hes restraining himself to not pounce on you and sink his teeth into you.

He'll graze your neck with his teeth, keeping it in the back or your mind he can just rip into you whenever he wants. Takes such good care of you too. Gives anything his little bunny desires. Except freedom. Afterall little house bunnies get eaten by big scary animal when they're alone. You should be grateful that a fox is willing to protect you and not even dare eat you! No matter how good you smell.

Loves seeing your little nose twitch in fear. He plays with your ears so much, stroking them and just fidgeting with them. He keeps his bunny dressed so cutely. Little bunnies are meant to be cute! He'll brush your hair and maybe even braid if it's long enough.

Of course he just leaves a COUPLE of bites. Reminds you of who's in charge here. Ren may give you all you want, but you still answer to him. As long as you're a good little bunny he wont bite and scratch you up TOO much. He gets feral having you underneath him tho.

You're just so cute and helpless! Threatens to eat you or knock you up with little fox pups. Honestly depends if hes more hungry or horny. Mounting you from behind and curling his tail around you. He loves seeing you cry when you take his knot. Afterall bunnies dont get knotted, do they?

He at least gives amazing after care. Runs you a bath and makes sure is bunny is once more all soft and clean. You're just the cutest to him <3

[crushedsweets]

How do Liu and Jeff interact?

honestly. they kind of dont?! i know its sort of unsatisfying that way, but i think it makes the most sense for them . .

liu spent YEARS desperately looking for jeff, his intentions changing rapidly every day . sometimes he wanted to kill jeff himself, sometimes he wanted to reconcile with him, sometimes he just wanted to get jeff arrested and bring justice to all his victims, but i think most of the time he just wanted to like...see his little brother. talk, ask him why, take a walk together.

jeff misses liu. but he entirely convinces himself and everyone else that he doesnt care. smth abt 'he was a pussy, he was an idiot to take the fall for me, that was on him, not like i care. dumbass is lucky i didnt cut him deeper. didnt mean to leave him alive, but it is what it is' .. but he's lying to himself. LOL. he just will never articulate how he actually feels about it, and tries not to dwell

the closest liu gets to jeff is nina. but when jeff finds out nina is even interacting with/stalking liu, he is livid and starts treating nina even worse (hence him leaving corpses for her to dispose of).

when liu slowly starts to actually care about nina, and he starts learning more about jeff, the idea of reconciling with jeff feels impossible. he loses desire for it, instead seeking comfort/familial connection with jane and nina.

HOWEVER this doesnt mean they never meet again. i just havent been able to figure out a good spot/reason in the story to let them meet again, but it would 100% go like that drawing i posted of them recently: jeff antagonizing liu, trying to start a fight and assert dominance over him. liu gently insisting he's not going to hurt him, even if jeff punches him. i just dont know how i want that interaction to end

[flwrkid14]

The Tim Drake Heartthrob Conspiracy – Part 2: A Heartthrob with Loser Rizz

So, Tim Drake is Gotham’s newest heartthrob. Cool, right? Except, well… there’s one tiny problem.

For all the brooding good looks, the sharp jawline, and that mysterious allure that has Gotham swooning, Tim Drake has absolutely no game. Like, zero. Nada. It’s a full-blown mystery how this man, who looks like he belongs on magazine covers, can be such a disaster in the romance department.

It all started with his date after that iconic moment when he rolled into the Batcave in that tailored suit. Everyone expected the night to go smoothly. It was Tim, after all—Mr. CEO, Mr. I-Can-Run-A-Multi-Billion-Dollar-Company. Surely, that would translate to his love life, right?

Wrong.

The next morning, Dick was the first to catch Tim yawning over his third cup of coffee. “Rough night?” he asked with a knowing smirk.

Tim just groaned, “I fell asleep on the rollercoaster.”

Dick blinked. “Wait, you fell asleep? On the rollercoaster?”

Tim sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I hadn’t slept in two days, and it was… kinda relaxing? The adrenaline and all.”

And that was just the beginning.

Steph found out later that Tim had somehow managed to spill soda on his date twice—once while trying to explain a complicated merger (because who doesn’t love business talk on a date?) and then again when he tripped over his own chair. By the end of the night, his date probably thought she was being pranked.

Cass, being Cass, summed it up perfectly: “Tim is Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but he’s also Gotham’s most awkward date.”

Jason, of course, had to weigh in. “This is the same guy who walked into a glass door because he was distracted by a text.”

Let’s not forget the infamous “flower shop incident.” Tim, trying to be romantic, went to pick up flowers before another date, but things quickly went south. How? Well, let’s just say, when you knock over five vases, trip into a display of roses, and end up covered in petals, it’s hard to look suave.

By the time the Batfam heard about that little misadventure, Damian had had enough. “Drake, how is it that you have the charisma of a plank of wood?”

Still, Tim doesn’t mean to be such a disaster. It’s just, well, life seems to have it out for him when he’s trying to impress someone. He once spent an entire dinner talking about the intricacies of encryption algorithms—his date didn’t even make it to dessert. And don’t even mention the time he thought bringing homemade spreadsheets to a movie date would be cute. (Spoiler: It wasn’t.)

Yet, somehow, despite all of this, the mystery of Tim Drake continues to deepen. People are still thirsting after him. The forums are still buzzing with talk of his “quiet charm” and “endearing quirks.” Even his awkward moments somehow manage to add to his appeal, giving him this relatable, down-to-earth vibe that no one in Gotham can seem to resist.

And so, the Batfamily remains baffled. Tim may be Gotham’s biggest heartthrob, but when it comes to actual dating?

He’s a disaster wrapped in a perfectly tailored suit.

[starryoak]

I think the reason I differ from a lot of Akechi fans (and I am sincerely a fan!) is that I don’t find his backstory all that sad or for that matter interesting. It might be because I see it more interesting analyzed as a warped reflection of Ken Amanda’s backstory rather than a unique story of its own. And his plan, I find it pathetic more than anything else, sad only in its level of sheer stupidity, shortsightedness and miserable ineffectuality of self obsessed teenager-hood. But that’s what’s compelling about it and him! in my eyes, what’s interesting and unique about his character and has the potential to tell new stories that haven’t been done before has nothing to do with his pain or his redemption, except when kept in conversation with the undeniable fact that his plan was an ass-backwards idiotic and selfish plan fueled on nothing but spite by a deeply self-centered child who grew into an egotistical young adult without any reckoning of how completely stupid and impossible it all was.