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harmoonix · 6 months ago

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🧡 Fever Dream 🧡

🌊 PART II 🌊

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Let's celebrate, calling all beautiful creatures

Come spread your wings, dance, and sing songs about

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🧡 It is known that people with Leo Placements or stellium have beautiful/healthy skin, no matter the skin color, all of them look beautiful

🧡 Scorpio Placements at women may play a big role with their menstrual cycle, healing period, and even surgerys

🧡 Uranus in the 6th, 8th, and 12th houses gives more spiritual growth and intense transformations in the natives life

🧡 Uranus in the first houses (from 1st to the 5th) here Uranus can be the most creative, open to new ideas, taking risks and can create an independent native

🧡 Neptune - Uranus aspects make the native to be in touch with the universe, more spiritual, more awake, higher potential

🧡 Venus conjuct/sextile/trine Neptune makes the native more compassionate, offering a good lasting bound with their partners

🧡 Neptune in the 1st house natives is probably one of the most empathic places to have Neptune in, giving a sensible nature to the native

🧡 Neptune in Aries Degrees 1° 13° 25°" have doubts when believing in themselves because soemtimes Neptune can create illusions about how you're not good enough

🧡 Pisces Moon/12th moon is another of those empathic placements, they can create tied relations with the other people in their lives and often can become needy

🧡 Sun or Moon at 29° is very powerful. Both of these planets indicate that the soul is very old and possibly living its last reincarnation

🧡 Saturn in the 6th/12th is in a place where Saturn needs rest to heal, can get overwhelming fast, stress does no good

🧡 Mercury in the 1st house is beautiful! Vital placement. You can easily adapt to every situation, giving you the aura of a chameleon

🧡 Sun at 10° 22° can make your personality seem more wise behind your years, mature, career focused, talking about work 24/7

🧡 Mercury or Venus in the 3rd house creates a sense of happiness in the natives life, can be their friends, their siblings, or simply their hobbies

🧡 Leo Venus/Leo in the 7H/Leo Moon, somehow you want your spouse to put you as a priority in their lives because relationships - focus can matter so much for you

🧡 Virgo Venus or Moon gives a lot of credit to their love for nature, may love gardering, forest walks, going out in nature

🧡 Saturn or Sun in the 7th house natives, make sure to always set standards for your love life because nowadays, hookup culture is so normalized that it may ruin your views for a potential relationship

🧡 If you have a mercury in the 7H, you probably appreciate honesty in your relationships, hates to be lied by their partners so they rather accept the hard truth

🧡 If you have Pluto in the 7H, you can be manipulated by others.And you may have a hard time understanding what it means to be loved properly and in a healthy way

🧡 Venus in Aquarius or Sagittarius can value freedom in their relationships. They would rather have a very open-minded spouse who can give them the necessary freedom that they need in their lives. Don't chain them up

🧡 Venus in water signs may not crave sex as much as feelings and love. For the water element, the feelings are very important . They may seek more comfort than pleasure, and this probably fits more for Cancer Venus

🧡 Venus in aquarius or venus in the eleventh house can also indicate that maybe there's a chance for you to have online relationships

🧡 Sun at 2° 14° 26° degrees gives earthy beauty features to the native, can be the eyes, the eyebrows, the lips, etc

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One for the jungle família

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🧡 Mercury in sagittarius or gemini, or pisces, may have a desire to learn other languages. Other traditions are other cultures different from theirs

🧡 7th house ruler in the 9th house may crave to explore the world together with their partners. Traveling together *vice versa*

🧡 If you have your Venus in an Earth sign, that's probably the biggest indicator that you really need a stable partner in your life.Someone who can stay for long and someone who can support you in every situation

🧡 You know these people that search for traditional family and traditional relationships and traditional whatever..they probably have Venus in the 4th house or venus in capricorn or a good aspected 4th house in their chart

🧡 Lilith in the 4th/10th or in Capricorn/Cancer can give strict parents, sometimes controlling parents as well

🧡 Lilith square/opposition/conjunct Mars or Venus may indicate getting sexualized, liked only for their bodies and not who they truly are

🧡 Uranus in the 7th house can sometimes indicate a native who dated multiple people in the past or had more relationships

🧡 If you have a fire moon but your chart is full of water placements, the moon may not act as impulsive and rather more emphatic (Fire Moons are known to be impulsive natives)

🧡 Having Neptune in the 9th house is one of the most beautiful placements if you wanna be more connected with the universe

🧡 Jupiter - Ascendant aspects natives are usually lucky even in situations they don't realize, the aspects can bring material suceess

🧡 Jupiter in Cancer they have a big, empathetic heart and a desire to make others feel cared for. They love to share their love

🧡 Jupiter in Taurus brings a stable, secure energy to your life and relationships. It encourages patience, diligence, and hard work, which leads to financial success

🧡 Moon in the 9th house/Moon at 9° 21° degrees. These natives are mostly travel addicts and get emotional satisfaction by exploring new cultures and traditions and broadening their horizons.

🧡 Attracting Happiness - Aspects in the chart (list)

Jupiter - Moon aspects

Jupiter - Venus aspects

Jupiter in the 1h/4h/5h/7h/12h

Sun - Ascendant aspects

Mercury - Venus aspects

🧡 Leo Moon/Rising loveeeee to recieve compliments from others, a thing about Leo placements is that they wanna feel loved and appreciated, is kinda a like love language to them

🧡Having Saturn at 29 degrees can represent that this life can be your ultimate lesson, is a draining energy but its also an ending energy, lots of hugs to you

🧡Capricorn Sun/Moon/Rising, with any of these placements in your chart, you’ll notice the energy of Capricorn come up quite prominently for you in many aspects of life, being more inntrovert, dark, mysterious, loyal, saturn´s lover

🧡Mars - Pluto aspects may show signs of anger - issues, high intensity in the natives life, (If you have them in the same house...hold on dear life)

🧡Mars in the 1st/6th/10th/12th house, the native had to learn to be independent from a young age, they had to grow and mature leading to emotional pain

🧡Uranus in the 1st house is totally a break - free placement, self - improving, rebellious nature and wants to do the things their own way

🧡Sun aspecting Pluto natives have an inner pwerful world. They do not let everyone around them, meaning they have their own social circle and wanna be more hidden because nobody knows that much about them. Keeping everything private

🧡Lilith in the 6h/12h might create a hate - love relationship with other people, sometimes you hate them, sometimes you like/love them. Can also have lots of enemies or bad people around

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I hope you all have an awesome Friday and weekend. Here is a new post! Enjoy 💙 harmoonix 💙💙💙

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flameswallower · 2 months ago

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THE BEST FICTION I ENCOUNTERED IN THE SECOND HALF OF 2024!!!

A much longer follow-up to this post. (Can you imagine how much I'd need to type out if I hadn't split them up???)

Once again, I'm not listing movies, TV shows, video games, etc. I AM listing some web fiction and comics/graphic novels, because I feel much more qualified to judge and recommend those things.

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Novels and Novellas!

Failure To Comply, by Cavar (2024): Reading Cavar’s Failure to Comply, I couldn’t help but think of the recent David Cronenberg movie Crimes of the Future. Both deal with dystopias in which bodies and their modification are strictly regulated, and people with unauthorized bodies form a vibrant, perpetually imperiled subculture on the margins. Both use this conceit to speak metaphorically about the plights of trans and disabled people, although Failure to Comply’s characters are also presented as literally, textually disabled and trans. But, although Crimes of the Future is often accused of being a “weird movie,” Failure to Comply is undeniably much, much weirder. Cronenberg is super normal compared to this.

Maej, by Dale Stromberg (2024): a doorstopper I found difficult to put down and finished inside a week; a work of very unapologetic genre fiction that’s equally unapologetic in its intelligence and dedication to doing strange, creative things with language; a high fantasy story I actually liked. The setting is the city of Sforre-Yomn, in the country of Hwoama, whose culture combines elements from across the continents of Asia and Europe. But Hwoama is matriarchal: men are subordinate to women, who dominate politics, business, the military, and nearly all other professions. As a result of this fact, almost all the major characters in the novel are female. By turns this presents a fun, simple, mischievous inversion of maleness as the unmarked default state for fictional characters, and meaty commentary on the social construction of sex, sexuality, and gender. Stromberg has cited Le Guin as an influence on Maej and, in the most complimentary way possible, this influence is evident.

Lote, by Shola von Reinhold (2020) is a gorgeous, funny, moving academic satire/mystery and love letter to Black modernism. It’s also very queer/trans and (in my personal opinion, perhaps not intentionally) very autistic. The title refers to a possibly-mythical clandestine circle of artists/magic practitioners who style themselves after the lotus eaters and seek transcendence via experiences of sensory and aesthetic pleasure. As with many novels that stand out to me, you won’t read anything else like it. I especially recommend this one if you want a completely unique, intellectually stimulating work of fiction, but are put off by the aggressively experimental and opaque style of Failure To Comply and by the SFF-ness of FTC, Maej, and Leech.

Walking Practice, by Dolki Min (trans. Victoria Caudle) (original 2022; English translation 2024) is a breezy, sexy *, gender-bending Korean novel about a poor amorphous space alien stranded on Earth after a spaceship crash. Unfortunately for us, this alien soon discovers that 1.) the most suitable food for it down here is human flesh, and 2.) with a lot of pain and effort, it can squeeze itself into the likeness of a variety of different human beings. It figures out hookup apps pretty fast, too, and then it’s off to the races. This may sound like creature horror, but it plays more as an exploration of identity and humanity, and a satire of sex, romance, and contemporary hookup culture. (*possibly less sexy if you don’t have a vore/cannibalism/consumption thing)

Love/Aggression, by June Martin (2024) is a BANANAS mundane fantasy-comedy about two trans women who are kind of best friends, and kind of enemies. Zoe (actress) is an arrogant, cartoonishly unpleasant minor celebrity who thinks she’s much more famous and popular than she actually is— but Martin manages to show how her personality is in part the sympathetic result of dysphoria and experiencing a lot of transmisogyny over the course of her life, and how she used to be a much kinder person before fame went to her head. Meanwhile, Lily (freeloader and aspiring tattoo artist) is a sweet, spacy, passive daydreamer, and a far more immediately likable character— but Martin manages to show how she is not entirely blameless in the ongoing drama with Zoe, how her passivity is sometimes the result of immaturity and selfishness, and how even when it isn’t, it’s a character flaw that keeps landing her in situations which kind of suck for all parties involved. They live in a magical Pittsburgh that is, conveniently, located right next to Los Angeles. Their friends include a BDSM cult leader and a nonbinary person whose name becomes “Dicks” in the first chapter of the story and who is never called anything else. (This character also happens to be the…owner? Custodian?…of an infinite, maze-like, reality-distorting building that is probably the most fun and least scary infinite, maze-like, reality-distorting building in all of fiction.) There’s vore in this one, too! But don’t go in expecting a particularly cohesive plot: Love/Aggression is far more about characters, relationships, and gags.

Maybe the Moon, by Armistead Maupin (1992) was inspired by the too-brief life of Maupin’s real friend Tamara De Treaux, a little person who depicted the title character in parts of the movie E.T. Her literary equivalent, Cady Roth, is a sardonic, fashionable, thirty-year-old little person who depicted a magical gnome called Mr. Woods in a beloved, albeit treacly, children’s fantasy movie of the same name. But since she played the role inside a thick rubber suit, and since the director of the movie felt it would spoil the magic to give her any credit, almost nobody knows that. Ten years later, she lives in obscurity on dwindling funds and struggles to find work…until, out of sheer desperation, she decides to take a job with a troupe of children’s birthday party entertainers. Romance, escapades, etc. ensue. Both a very funny book and a very sad one; it’s quite frank about death, about the ways Hollywood fucks people over, about the many ways that, especially if you’re marginalized and/or an artist, your life isn’t fair and isn’t ever going to be fair and “happy endings” probably aren’t what the world has in store for you. I think ultimately it’s sentimental in a good way; it has a big heart.

Leech, by Hiron Ennes (2022) is a total banger to finish out this year with! So glad I picked it up finally! Absolute genre jambalaya, this one: sci-fi, stuff that reads as fantasy despite having or probably having a “sci-fi” explanation, horror, Gothic novel (but not, crucially, a Gothic romance), mystery, medical thriller, character study, philosophical novel about ideas of consciousness, selfhood, individuality, and free will…there’s probably something in here for everyone reading this. You’ll love it, almost guaranteed, if you love the Gormenghast books. You’ll love it, almost guaranteed, if you love any Star Trek series. You’ll love it, almost guaranteed, if you love the science fiction of Peter Watts, or the horror of Gretchen Felker-Martin. You’ll love it, almost guaranteed, if you love The Thing (1982). The prose is lush, idiosyncratic, a bit purple, but it’s nothing too baroque, it’s all perfectly easy to read. The complicated, antiheroic protagonist/narrator is delightful and memorable, and I think Ennes did a great job at conveying unusual states of memory/selfhood/cognition through it/them/her. (Some of these states are not ones with which I have, or even could possibly have ever had, real experience, but some are, and I am always pleased to find those replicated in ways I can recognize and feel as “truthful.”)

Short Story Collections!

Stone Gods (2024) and Worse Than Myself (2009) by Adam Golaski contained several of the very best short stories I read this year— especially Worse Than Myself, which is also a slightly more accessible/“normal” story collection and the one I’d recommend starting with. Golaski writes eerie, dreamlike, bizarre fiction that frequently crosses over into horror— even including time-worn horror genre tropes like zombies, ghosts, and vampires. But let me tell you, Golaski’s “The Man From the Peak” (in Worse Than Myself) is a BAD time, like give-you-nightmares scary, and it feels like nothing you’ve ever read before, even though it’s about A Nosferatu. Not just a vampire, but a vampire that is explicitly described as egg-bald with big pointy ears and two sharp buck teeth. That’s the antagonist. And it fucking works. He makes it new. Please, please read Adam Golaski, you guys. It is astounding and unjust that he’s not popularly regarded as one of the 21st century’s best authors of weird short fiction. I don’t actually know if he could have/wanted to publish more than two collections over fifteen years, but I kind of feel like maybe if a lot of people and public libraries buy those two collections, he’ll have more space and incentive to write short stories, and/or more publishers will be interested in picking up another collection of his short stories?

Brave New Weird vol. 2 (2024) was a diverse, entertaining selection of stories. Some I’d read, some I hadn’t. A pretty good overview of the mostly small press horror/sci-fi/Weird fiction scene as it stands right this minute.

All Your Friends Are Here, by M. Shaw (2024) is almost the opposite of the Golaski collections, in a way: Golaski frequently deals with themes of nostalgia, the past, cycles that repeat without end, and timelessness or being outside of time. Moreover, most of his stories feel like they’d be immediately comprehensible to a person fifty years ago or fifty years from now, if not even further into the past/future (with, perhaps, a few footnotes of cultural explanation). But Shaw’s stories are, often aggressively, Of The Moment. And that’s not a bad thing, even if it means they may seem completely dated in a few decades. Shaw is interested in speaking directly to their place and time; directly to us. They’re not going to pretend we’re not all online, that we don’t all know (if against our will) what Ready Player One is— the longest piece in the collection, and one of the best, is a suitably pop-culture-reference-laden dunk/riff/spoof on, and rebuttal of, Ready Player One! These stories are angry and clever and sometimes suffused with a kind of exhausted tenderness. There’s clearly a Bizarro influence on some of Shaw’s work, but their writing is more sophisticated and restrained than what I tend to associate with Bizarro fiction proper.

Individual Short Stories (That You Can Read Right Now!)

“EGREGORE” by Samir Sirk Morató (2024) = clubbing, hallucinatory, girl on girl

“The Spindle Of Necessity” by B. Pladek (2024) = trans academic suspects dead author may have been a closeted gay trans man

“A History of the Avodion Through Five Artists” by Eric Horwitz (2024) = Borgesian, arch, Jewish

“Mad Studies” by Cavar (2024) = loneliness, cats, autism…like Failure To Comply, this is by @librarycards

“Alabama Circus Punk” by Thomas Ha (2024) = robots, the nuclear family, disintegrating language

Comics and Graphic Novels!

Tomorrow You Don't Know Me, by Raven Lyn Clemens (2024) is a subtle, moving, and unsentimental graphic novel about being a middle schooler with problems, and how sometimes those problems just kinda...persist no matter what you do or try or want, and no matter if it's fair. Even if you summon a demon to help you! Clemens is really skilled at depicting emotion visually, at communicating both the absurd goofiness and the deep, genuine pain of the outsize negative emotions her characters experience. All of her characters are at least a little wretched, and she also handles them all with great compassion, affection, and understanding. Check out her artwork at @ravenlynclemens please; it's fantastic cartooning even without any detailed narrative.

In Fair Verona, by Val Wise (2024) is a VERY gory, VERY nasty piece of lesbian Gothic fantasy horror-erotica. I love Wise's art. The bodies she draws, regardless of gender and build, are top-tier sexy and beautiful to me, which means he's often able to get me on board* with kinks and scenarios that would usually be too "extreme" for my taste. (*Genteel euphemism for arousal)

A Guest In the House, by E.M Carroll (2023) is an equally nasty and mean, but far, FAR less explicit and bizarre, lesbian Gothic horror story, told with the visual panache and inimitable art style everyone knows and loves Carroll for. It's a worthy successor to their previous material, and if it doesn't necessarily make enormous leaps from their earlier work in its writing, the drawing and coloring has gone from "already really good" to "some of these splash pages will blow your eyes out the back of your skull."

Expiry Date, by Sloane Hong (2024) is another lesbian/queer erotica comic. This one's science fiction, and is FAR more up my usual alley of kinks. Which is to say that the lovers are quite kind/polite with one another (in a lot of ways it reads as a meet-cute), but also one of them is a hired killer who dispassionately agrees to torture the fuck out of the other one David Cronenberg-style.

Once again, all my comic recs are by queer trans people! I think I made a pretty hacky joke last year about gay trans mascs specifically ruling in this field, but based on recent data, you just have to be a marginalized gender and not heterosexual to make amazing comics.

Web Fiction!

The Frenzy wiki is a fan wiki for an imagined TV series, telling the story of both Frenzy, a popular late 2000s ensemble cast drama-adventure-SFF show drawing equally from the likes of Twin Peaks and Supernatural, and how the existence of this show was mysteriously wiped from the face of our reality-- save in the troubled dreams of a select few. I would estimate it takes a couple hours to explore the whole wiki. (2022 or 2023?)

3D Workers Island is the phenomenal, if less ambitious, follow-up to Petscop. (I don't mean it's a sequel; it's just by the same guy and covers similar thematic ground.) Like its predecessor, it's more about dropping tantalizing hints than letting you in on "what's actually going on," and more about giving you a creeped out and vaguely depressed feeling than about scaring or shocking you per se. It's really smart and well-crafted in an understated way, and does a great job replicating early internet content. I would estimate it takes WELL under an hour to get through this story, although you will probably want to immediately go back and look for things you might have missed or not understood properly. (2024)

Martin's Movies is conventional, compared to the other two. It's a ghost story. But it's a very creepy, effective, well-told ghost story rendered through the unusual medium of letterboxd reviews (of course, these become increasingly diary-like and Not About The Film as the story progresses). I would estimate it takes under an hour to read the whole thing, it's like short novelette length. (2024)

#fine here's a rec tag

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pagodazz · 1 year ago

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Emh fans when they're asked to stop sexualizing Evan Jennings and his characters because it makes him and his wife uncomfortable:

hope y'all are so happy with yourself for going against his wishes and being fucking freaks to him. You're all why he's barely online anymore. you cannot behave and you cannot be normal and you all have ruined what could be a very fun fandom.

Everyone in this fandom sees Evan as a piece of meat basically, you all only care about his character because Evan is a good looking guy. I mean!! let's be real here!!! let me quiz you on the lore!!! let me see just how fucking much you know about ALL the characters. let me see how much you ACTUALLY give a shit. Because all any of you do is post about how attractive you find Evan/habit and it's honestly so annoying.

I'm not saying you can't compliment him??? or appreciate his looks?? but drawing him in sexually compromising positions, writing in great detail about what you want him to do to you (PUBLICLY. no one gives a SHIT what you fucking do in private.) Or you're fucking mixing up habit and Evan, and just acting like you know his story when CLEARLY the most of you have watched habit compilations on YouTube and NOTHING else.

You cannot even convince me otherwise because I deal with people coming in my comments all the time asking about BASIC INFORMATION. like IF YOU DON'T KNOW THE PRINCETON TAPES ????? WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE FUCK????? YOU NEED THAT FOR THE SERIES. YOU CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO UNDERSTAND HALF THE THINGS WITHOUT IT???????

This isn't saying you can't write fanfiction or shit like that this is JUST SAYING BE RESPECTFUL?????? these slenderverse actors ARE NOT A LIST CELEBRITIES. they're not like fucking Oscar Isaac or whoever people are obsessed with right now. THEY'RE NOT FAMOUS. THIS IS NICHE. THIS IS NOT POPULAR MEDIA 😭😭😭😭

Emh literally made NO money from their series, they didn't create it to gain anything like that. they created something fun and NOW YOU ALL ARE THE REASON THEY HAVE NO PART IN THIS FANDOM ANYMORE.

you robbed them of being able to love their creation and I hope you're all happy about that honestly because it seems like this fandom is only gonna get worse in this area. and I'm deeply disappointed.

edit: I would like to add one thing, Vincent caffarello had to deal with situations of extreme sexualization as well, and his got to the point to where he had to leave. Vinnie used to be very involved with the fandom, he even used to read fanfic which he had to stop doing because people would be writing characters to SEXUALLY ASSAULT HIM or others and he just couldn't continue to read things like that. He delt with minors sending him explicit photos and messages and that's literally all kinds of FUCKED UP. He did NOT want to be involved with that stuff.

It's like when Evan had someone impersonate him to try to get with minors. THESE PEOPLE ARE NOT OBJECTS FOR YOU TO SEEK OUT PLEASURE WITH. THEY ARE PEOPLE.

they are HUMAN.

if they were women?? would you be doing this as much??? or would you realize how messed up it really is.

#everymanhybrid #slenderverse #emh #marble hornets #vinny everyman #vinnie everyman #habit emh #habit #jeff emh #evan emh #evan myers #evan jennings

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otkuhotgirl · 6 months ago

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─── 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐍 .

# with : black-leg sanji.

at last, having been granted enough privacy, following your lover’s catastrophically failed wedding, you’re determined to remind him who he belongs to.

⎰ & smut. post whole-cake island. sub!sanji. amazon position. oral (reader receiving). dom!reader. pathetic sanji (😍). praise kink. fem!reader. no y/n used.

W.C: 4K.

sanji prided himself in a select — yet useful — number of crafts. he was a terrific chef. he had an innate talent to find the ripest fruits at the street market. he had muscular legs and quite a vast list of attacks. and the most important of them all: he turned out to be a master in pleasuring his woman. one could count the manner with which he treated women in general, yet upon learning of his love, sanji had ceased to flirt without a purpose, rather focusing on the one whose finger he meant to put on a ring one day.

by the end of those miserable two years of training — apart from those he cherished, running without a second of rest —, sanji was thrilled to, at last, reencounter his crewmates. it was enough a blessing to bear witness to nami and robin’s perfection, yet nothing had prepared him to the sight of you, a breathing deity; the epitome of all that was sacred. and when his captain proudly stated that you were given the allowance of your empress to join his crew? sanji learned of heaven.

it proved to be a complicated task — earning the trust of a kuja, as a man. particularly because, upon first meeting the strawhats, your idea of the behavior of a man was based on luffy. and luffy was far from normal.

nevertheless, sanji had refused to quit. he memorized your favorite dishes and introduced you to ones you never had; he paid attention to your stories; he seeked you out amidst the others. at first, it was mere attraction — born from the idealization of the island of women and the warriors born and raised in amazon lily. however, soon enough, sanji was left dumbfounded at the realization that he fell for you — and hard —, during those shared moments.

luckily for him, it seemed that the kuja were also prone to falling madly in love in a scarce interval of time.

being your partner was the biggest marvel of his life, and quite the accomplishment of one of the wildest dreams of a clear pervert — to teach his partner the wonders of sexual endeavors and to be aware of the fact that she’d learn it all from him. sanji adored the thought of being your first — and only —, as you were his as well. sex began with its rough patches due to mutual inexperience, and your absolute cluelessness regarding a man’s intimacy and even the act of masturbation, yet time proved itself to be a blessing; you caught on to the act pretty quickly, learning of his most sensitive spots and taking advantage of them during those intimate moments.

sanji was on top during the first instances, his experience — consisting of porn magazines and eavesdropping on past conversations at the baratie — gave him the upper ground. yet, as your confidence grew with repetition, sanji found himself struggling to maintain his dominance. it started gradually: you, riding him more than often; a hand to the nape guiding itself to his throat; his tie wrapped around one of his wrists. it was a matter of time until he surrendered himself entirely to you, unashamed to be at your feet.

and the time at hand came after the unfolding events of his failed and arranged marriage; the freedom of wano; and the brief peace thereafter. the sunny docked at the boisterous deck of a town for supplies, and before sanji had the chance to venture it with the means of restocking the kitchen, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him to the women’s quarters.

the ship was oddly quiet due to the absence of the rest of your crewmates, and he watched as you searched underneath your mattress for something in particular.

“are we… alright, my beloved?” he inquired, fidgeting.

you had long understood and forgiven him for his past acts, yet sanji was neither a fool nor blind to the ever-growing tension lodged in your shoulders; the clench and unclench of your fists when you were lost in thought. it made him nervous — terrified, even —, wondering if you meant to leave him.

rather than answering, you turned towards him with a magazine in hand, your finger marking a specific page with quite graphic illustrations.

sanji recognized it immediately, his eyes growing wide and throat drying up. it was one he bought ages ago, back in loguetown, that had at least seventy sex positions listed in it.

“i want to try this one,” you stated matter-of-factly. “it has the name of my island.”

he felt his legs tremble as he approached you, wary in his steps. sanji glared at the page in question, the amazon written in black ink above the illustrations, seeming to taunt his resolve.

at last, his eyes softened as he placed one hand above your cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb, aiming at a loving encounter. “i could never deny you a thing, amoureuse.”

sanji should have known better than to expect you to be tender. your eyes were sharp as you threw the magazine somewhere meaningless, gripping the front collar of his shirt.

“take off your tie,” you demanded, the intonation of your voice unallowing protests.

he shuddered; fingers trembling as he complied. your eyes remained glued to his movements, the famine stare of a predator facing its cornered prey. sanji let out a breath of awe, feeling a heat reach his cheeks and neck, painting the paleness of his skin a shade of pink. the erection jailed by the knitting of his clothing became painful within a second. he was too hard; grinding against nothing for an ounce of non-found solace.

you cooed at the action, tangling your fingers amidst golden threads of hair, caressing his scalp. “so eager, sanji-kun. you missed me, haven’t you?”

behind the lust and the command, he caught on the briefest glimpse of uneasiness — as though you longed to be reassured. he felt weak and ashamed, wishing to punish himself for having ever made you believe such a sour and untrue thing of your importance in his life.

sanji knelt in front of you, hugging your legs with both arms as he claimed the flesh of your thighs and bones of your knees with his lips and tongue, his eyes trailed to your face as he rested the side of a cheek against your skin.

“there’s no life for me without you in it, dearest,” sanji whispered, voice meek as you softened — for the merest of seconds — before the loving touch in his hair turned into a bruising grip.

“get up and give me your tie, will you?”

sanji’s mouth fell open to produce a shameful whimper at your touch. he felt your fingers moving down to his chin, nails digging in the skin as you forced him to meet your eyes.

“don’t make me repeat myself, lover,” you demanded, to which he gulped.

sanji’s legs had been crafted into a wonder of itself. muscular and firemade; unbreakable flesh and bones meant to shield and serve. yet, as he raised from the ground, those same legs trembled and faltered under the pressure of your glance.

the fabric of his tie — expensive, at that —, was crushed between your fingers, and sanji found himself not caring in the slightest, mouth foaming at the sight.

his teeth clashed once your thumb forced his jaw shut. he observed you with widened eyes as you soothed the region, skin scraping against his goatee.

“lay down on my bed,” you instructed, pressing your palm flat against his chest to push him further.

sanji complied, his back meeting the soft surface. he whined, observing your knees digging into the mattress as you hovered over him, not quite meeting his clothed thighs. sanji observed you with certain desperation, his fingers trembling due to the overwhelming desire as he aimed at your waist.

“now, now,” you cooed, gripping his wrists as you tied them both to the bed. “we have the entire afternoon, why the hurry?”

sanji tested the binds, well aware that he had more than enough strength to tear it with the merest of pulls. your glance hardened, not an ounce of sympathy offered towards his actions. sanji ceased immediately, accepting his fate.

“please,” he mumbled, his voice sounding odd to his own ears, lacking its usual fire.

“please what, sanji-kun?” you taunted.

“touch me!” he found himself begging, tearing his head from the pillow; buckling his hips as he searched for the contact from your figure.

you gripped the middle of his shirt, pressing a kiss to his forehead. sanji closed his eyes, whimpering as he clung to that faintest touch as though one would to the lingering taste of a most favored food. he chased your lips, nearly losing the sense of the words that graced his sore ears.

“don’t be mad at me for that,” you whispered, breath fanning above his earlobe.

sanji meant to protest. to remind you that there was not a thing you could do or say to ever grant his distaste. yet his voice failed and melted into a yelp, his eyes widening as he observed the buttons fly across the room, the fabric of his shirt tearing open and your eyes drowning in the sight of his bare skin.

sanji’s head fell against the pillow as your hands traveled down his chest, pinching the skin; massaging his abdomen. he tried — he really did — to maintain his composure. sanji was still when your fingers unraveled him, and remained still when your lips, teeth and tongue greeted his flesh, leaving a trail of bites and kisses and bruises in its wake. he was in a pathetic state of broken moans and pleads, yes, but he was obedient. that was, of course, until your mouth closed around a nipple.

sanji’s hips buckled. he moved with pure desperation, chasing friction, whimpering, fighting against the tie. your own hips lowered, forcing his back against the mattress. you applied force, ceasing his movements all at once, and observing him with a glint of disapproval.

“stop that,” you grounded him, gripping his wrists.

“‘m sorry,” sanji caught himself saying, a pool of tears threatening to spill at the pressure of your figure above his aching cock. “‘m sorry. ‘m sorry.”

“you won’t move unless i tell you to,” he nodded fervently. “repeat it.”

“i won’t move unless you tell me to.”

“and i’m your one and only.”

“and you’re my one and only,” he started, refusing to stop at that. “i’m your devoted servant. your loyal dog. i’m nothing if not born to be yours.”

“that’s good, beloved,” you said, and sanji could have melted if not for your next words. “because you’re not being a good boy right now.”

sanji felt himself flush with shame, devastated at the prospect of having disappointed you in some sense.

“i’ll do better,” he whimpered with clear desperation, eager to serve.

“of course you will,” you answered, pleased with his reaction. “you won’t get to cum otherwise.”

ruthless, he thought to himself. his dick twitched. sanji never loved you more.

your lips returned to its previous ministrations, claiming each and every inch of his skin; torturing the most delicate spots of his neck. when you bit down on his pressure point, sanji moaned. his mouth clamped shut thereafter, nervous-struck tears rolling down his flushed cheeks.

he cleared his throat, forcing himself to meet your piercing gaze. “c-can i—”, his voice toned down, embarrassment overcoming him.

“use your words, sanji,” you reminded him, lightly pinching one of his nipples.

he shuddered, swallowing down a whine. “can i make… noises?”

sanji was unsure; meek, even. you pressed a single kiss to his chest, humming. “you must.”

his throat went dry, and he mumbled incoherences, clinging to the tie. a harsh bite to his flesh stole a moan from him — a reminder that he was to speak.

“alright,” sanji whispered, losing a sense of sanity as he observed you unzip your shorts and toss the fabric somewhere amidst the lost buttons.

sanji whined at the sudden lack of contact once you aimed to position your core above his awaiting lips.

“would you mind?” you teased, refusing to remove your panties, while well aware that he had no means to do it himself.

“please,” he pleaded, feeling pathetic at his own despair. yet your eyes held neither pity nor disgust, but burning lust and passion; the intrinsic pride of having him into such a position.

sanji had prayed to be loved; to be desired. he wasted ages pursuing such a thing, at last to comprehend that one did not capture love, but was rather captivated and lured into it during the least expected instance. love was the sight he was faced with as in that moment; love was what he meant to pour in his tongue once it met the drenched patch of your panties, seeking your warmth.

slowly and with certain sadism, for he wasn’t allowed to move a mere inch, you lowered yourself, at last offering him the solace he chased. sanji latched his mouth on your clothed clit, circling his tongue around the sensible bud. he whined at the sounds of your pleasure, sending vibrations through your core.

the first moment in which he begged you to sit on his face had been surrounded in reassuring words from his side. you once hovered, hesitant to have him uncomfortable or trapped in between your thighs. sanji, then, had a vice grip on your flesh, pleading you to use him for your pleasure. and once you complied, it became clear that you had taken a particular liking to that position — and sanji would never complain whatsoever.

he buried his nose in your cunt, coating your panties with his saliva, attempting to have his tongue inside your pussy regardless of the fabric in between. you gripped his hair, bruising the scalp, forcing yourself further down his mouth. sanji drowned in it, controlling the urge to rut his hips, eyes trailed to your reactions.

sanji adored the sight of your face once it was contorted in pleasure; thrived in the fact that he was the one responsible for it. he fastened his pace, teasing your clit with his nose while biting the vexing panties that stole him the delight of tasting you fully. you were nearing an edge, melting at the teasing of your folds — he could sense it. before sanji could demolish your resolve whatsoever, you raised your hips, tearing your cunt from the ministrations of his lips. he whined, observing you; a pout threatening to form in his lips.

“don’t complain,” you reprimanded, returning to your previous position above his thighs. “i’m not cumming on your tongue.”

sanji’s erection was painful, constrained by the fabric of his clothes. his eyes filled with tears yet again, and your gaze softened ever-so-slightly.

“my love—”

“shhh,” you reassured, working to unbutton his pants. “i got you.”

sanji’s grip tightened around his tie as you stripped the lower half of his body bare. your panties were thrown above the pile of his trousers and underwear, and you touched his calves softly. with sudden tenderness, you raised both his legs, pushing them beyond his shoulders, eyes wide.

“you are flexible, aren’t you?” you mused, the compliment causing him to nod with fervor and melt.

“for you, mon cheri, i can be anything,” he breathed out, lost with the sight of your intimacy.

your palms remained on his calves, forcing his feet to meet the headboard. “don’t move.”

“i wouldn’t dream of it, my heart,” sanji proffered, missing the warmth of your palms as you guided one of them to his cock.

you tightened your fingers around the hard shaft, teasing the reddish head. sanji whined, struggling to contain his squirming. yet, he remained still — as you had instructed him to.

“what a good boy,” you complimented, aligning his dick to your entrance. sanji offered you a meek smile, moaning as you teased your folds with his erection.

your walls enveloped his cock as you sank into him. sanji closed his eyes, his cheek against the pillow. you pressed your chest against his own, wickedly satisfied with his reaction. sanji trailed his glance to your covered chest, trembling with desire, his fingers twitching due to the urge to touch your figure.

the fabric of his tie scratched against his wrists as sanji squirmed, struggling to keep his hips tethered to the mattress, as you were unmoving. if he was to switch the angle of his legs ever so slightly, he would feel his feet brush against the side of his head. yet your palms held his calves with an ironmade grip, nails digging in the surface.

“what do you want, love?” you inquired, and he poured his adoration into his glance at the sound of your voice.

“to touch you, ma perle,” he answered with near desperation, struggling to maintain his voice stable.

you tilted your head to the side, grinding your hips. your walls clenched around his shaft and sanji whined, tearstruck eyes born from lust.

“you are touching me,” you said, raising your hips for a mere instance before sinking all the way down. the sound of your moan pushed him through the bottom of a cliff.

“please, please,” he pleaded. “i’ll make you feel so good, mon amour. let me touch you properly, i promise—”

“oh, but you’re making me feel good already,” you mumbled, moving your hips to tease his cock — sheltered inside your warmth. “let me have you this way for now, hm? could you do that for me, sanji?”

“yes,” he broke down, his resolve melting in a puddle.

you hummed, pleased at his willingness. after what seemed to be a thousand ages, your feet sunk into the mattress as you sat above him, holding his raised legs into place. the bed creaked and complained with your bouncing, the tip of his cock reaching newer and deeper spots due to the angle; spots that had you mewling above him, a fruit of ecstasy that sanji so eagerly devoured.

a choir of whimpers tore through his throat as you rode him, raising your weight until his tip brushed against your entrance, to at last slam yourself back down, allowing him to brush against your sweetest spot. you held his wrists for further equilibrium, mouth agape and drool dripping down your chin to his chest as the base of his cock disappeared amidst your folds.

sanji’s glance was tethered to your face — contorted with pleasure —, while he fought against the urge to roll his eyes. the sensitive flesh of his cock was painted white with your essence; the alluring sound of your flesh meeting his own, his balls caged under your ass for the briefest instances. he teared up at the stimulation, his voice assuming a louder — yet shriller — intonation.

sanji felt the warmth of your essences on his skin as it dripped from your intertwined bodies to the silken sheets. he struggled with the tie, repeatedly hitting the back of his head against the pillow. sanji was muttering incoherences — from meaningless pleading to the broken syllables of your name —, a desperate fool of aching feet that could not cease to dance at the tempo of your music.

sanji was barely able to make out your figure through the blurriness from his tears. your hips halted to a slower pace, taunting circles that had him gasping and squirming for a deeper contact.

“what do you want, dearest?”

sanji glazed at your hardened nipples, hidden behind a slim fabric. a harsh grip to his chin — one that guided his eyes to your face — brought him back to the matter at hand.

he cleared his throat, struggling to find the words, lost in the feeling of your walls clenching around his cock.

“want to help you,” he mumbled, aware of your trembling legs, threatening to crumble. “want you to use me.”

you hummed, sinking your knees on the mattress. his tip brushed against your cervix, the position granting him deeper access. sanji cried out, arching his back, his legs diligently obeying to your commands as your palms spread them open. the room filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin, and your pace wavered due to the previous effort; your hips rolling, rather than rising.

your palms met his bare chest, and you yelped when sanji — out of sheer instinct — buckled his hips upwards, matching the tempo of your bouncing. sanji prepared a choir of apologies for the haste; for disrespecting your commands. yet, he was graced with the sound of your mewls, arching your back and digging your nails as you conceded to his actions. your breasts followed the pace you settled, and sanji’s mouth all but watered at the sight, his tongue rolling past his lips due to the desire to have your nipples covered in saliva.

you spared him a glance, eyes losing focus as your thighs burned and your release fled from your grip.

“sanji,” you drawled out, placing one hand on his cheek. the man followed your touch with his lips, pressing wet kisses and sucking onto the skin, observing you through his lashes; eyes glassy.

“y-yes, mon amour?”

you gulped, falling prey to his flushed cheeks and fucked up expression. so much for following-in with the dominance.

“touch me,” you allowed him, emitting a groan of frustration with one last descent.

your cunt swallowed him whole, his balls brushing against the flesh of your ass. your moan got lost between the sound of his ripped tie. sanji lowered his legs and sat up with such haste that his forehead met yours with a particularly unnecessary strength.

“ouch,” you mumbled, giggling as sanji cradled your cheeks with worry.

“‘m sorry, my treasure,” he breathed out, pressing kisses to the extension of your face, not leaving a single inch unattended. “allow me to take care of you.”

you brushed the sweaty hair off his face, wishing to have both of his eyes focused on your figure. you rolled your hips, fueled by his reaction. sanji cranned up his neck, and dug his digits on the flesh your ass as he set the pace, moving his hips to meet your own as you rode him.

the cook latched his lips to your collarbone, unable to reach your breasts due to the angle, yet refusing to have your skin without a trail of hickeys. you hugged him, pressing his face closer. your back arched, eyes rolling with pleasure as your tired throat failed to produce a single moan.

sanji sobbed at the clenching of your cunt around his sensitive cock. gripping his hair, you adjusted the angle of your head to allow him to lick the sweat off the side of your neck. somewhere in that haze there was the sound of frail wood — not that neither of you cared.

“i’m c-close,” you moaned, hips giving in as sanji did his best to rut into you, claiming your insides as his tip continued to meet your sensitive spot.

“c-can i cum too?” he inquired through trembling lips, his voice close to giving in. “please, my star, let me cum with you. i’ve been—ngh, good, right?”

you felt his tears dripping on your skin, mixed with his saliva and your own sweat. your fingers caressed the blonde locks of hair as you nodded, attempting to reassure him through the broken moans as your hips rolled against his.

“cum for me, love,” you encouraged, feeling the familiar twitch of his cock within you.

sanji whimpered, burying his face on your shoulder as he bottomed out, spurts of his seed filling your insides and dripping on the sheets. you rode him, ignoring his pleas and sobs, chasing your own high.

“so good for me,” you cooed, pressing your lips to the crown of his head. “you’re always so good.”

a last bounce undid the invisible knot that held your own release. as it seemed, it also demolished the structure of the bed, and you heard the cracking wood before you, sanji and the mattress were thrown on the ground. your essence mixed with his, and sanji’s cock remained deep inside as he hugged your figure to shelter you from the impact.

“oh shit—”, he worried, anxiously observing the surroundings as you guided him to the soaked sheets.

both of you whimpered, sensible, when you removed his softened cock from your cunt. sanji’s fingers settled on your back, drawing hearts on your skin as you laid above him.

“it’s fine,” you soothed, pressing the side of your head to his chest to hear the wild beating of his heart. “want to stay like this for a little longer.”

the cook peppered kisses on the crown of your head, allowing the silence to engulf the room. musing how he had managed to live for such a long period without your guiding light.

“missed you,” you confessed, kissing the spot above his heart.

he stifled for a second, before his arms hugged you tighter, as if fearing that you were but a dream that he was soon to be woken up from.

“i’m so sorry for leaving so suddenly—”

“sanji.”

“hm?”

“you’re back and you’re mine. and i love you. that’s all that matters to me.”

his throat dried up as he swallowed. “i love you more.”

“enough to take the blame for the bed when nami returns?”

he shuddered, observing your face as your chin pressed against his chest. “anything for you.”

— 🐈‍⬛ : hiiiii (mouth foaming) it’s been a while (i need to impregnate that man) hope everyone’s having a great week (clenching my fist) let’s all do our best!! (if i don’t have sanji by saturday i’m going to crawl up the walls and eat a tree).

#one piece #op #op x reader #op x y/n #op x you #one piece x reader #one piece x you #black leg sanji #op sanji #sanji smut #sanji x reader #sanji x you #sanji imagine #sanji #one piece sanji #k

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youremyheaven · 11 months ago

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Vedic Astrology Observations

1. Punarvasus tend to be very spiritual if not religious. They find peace in prayer. Another thing I've noticed is that they are very sexually conservative (probably because of their cat yoni). Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon was a virgin when she married her first husband and waited until marriage to be intimate with her second husband as well. She was engaged to James Packer for 18 months and they reportedly never had a physical relationship.

Miranda Kerr, Punarvasu Moon was in a relationship with Evan Spiegel for 3 years and waited until marriage. Drew Barrymore, Punarvasu Moon has said that she's been celibate since her divorce in 2016.

2. Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon speaking of the nature of light & time , her memoir has multiple chapters titled with light-related names and even sooo many of her songs , including Butterfly (Punarvasus are connected to butterflies)

3. Moksha gana nakshatras embody the trickster archetype. They also often argue or provoke people simply for the heck of it. 2/3 Moon ruled naks (Rohini & Hasta) are Moksha gana and it makes sense as to why they fuck with people just because they can, they have nothing to gain from it and it serves no purpose, they're evil for the heck of it. They'll go to any length to ruin you even if they ruin themselves in the process.

Moksha means liberation in Sanskrit (Sanskrit is a classical language like Latin that is pretty much only used in a scholarly context) and is one of 4 purusharthas or motivations assigned to the 27 naks. The others are artha (wealth) kama (pleasure) and dharma (duty). Moksha would be located at the very top of Maslow's hierarchy of needs, which means an individual with Moksha gana naks has transcended all the other base level motivations of accumulating wealth, seeking pleasure and doing one's duty. What is left to do now? If an individual is evolved, they actually seek liberation through their spirituality but if they are not, not only are they unbothered by any ordinary human motives, they lack the ability to devote themselves to anything ordinary because they simply dont care about getting a job or building a house or whatever. this means they also kind of exist beyond normal social norms?? go up against a Moksha gana native/Moon dominant person and the kind of arguments they'll use against you will reveal this nature of theirs. like they will have zero issue using your every vulnerability and insecurity against you just to win an argument or put you down. they hate to look "weak" so they will tear you apart just because they can, with no regard for any history you share. there are people who defend this by saying "oh well i was mad" babygirl everybody gets mad, but if someone isnt raising their voice, being petty or singling you out and bringing up your past to make you crumble, its not because they're incapable of it, its because they have principles.

Moksha gana naks love to play devil's advocate.

4. Rahuvians have bad memory, they probably repeat the same stories in different ways every few weeks lol

5. Saturnian women often marry billionaires according to Claire Nakti and I recently found some more examples of that:

** Mariah Carey, UBP Sun was engaged to Australian billionaire, James Packer who used to date Miranda Kerr, Pushya Rising (both these women are also Punarvasu Moon), Miranda is now married to the CEO of Snapchat.

** Lisa Manobal, UBP Sun is dating Frederic Arnault, a French billionaire

** Elle Macpherson, UBP Sun was in a relationship with Arpad Busson with whom she had 2 kids (he's not a billionaire but he does have a net worth of $500 million)

6. Nominative determinism, literally "name-driven outcome", is the hypothesis that people tend to gravitate towards areas of work that reflect their names.

but i thought i'd use it in the context of astrology and how most people are subconsciously given names that reflect their nakshatras

ex: Angelina Jolie

the name Angelina is an expansion of Angela which is derived from the Greek word Angelos which means "Angel" or "messenger". Angelina has Revati Moon which is a deva ("godly" nakshatra) and Jolie is the French word for "pretty" and Angelina has Venus in 1h and is Pushya Rising (these were two of the biggest beauty indicators according to Claire's research)

(its so cute to me that her name is literally Angel Pretty bc damn right she is)

Yara Shahidi (Revati Moon)- Yara is the name of a water spirit and in Portuguese it means "Water lady" (Yara has stated that her name means one who is close to your heart, but names can have several different meanings) and Shahidi means "witness" in Persian. I feel like all of that really ties together with Revati being in pisces rashi and the last nakshatra that is "witness" to everything else etc

#astrology notes #sidereal astrology #astrology observations #vedic astro notes #nakshatras #astro notes #astrology #vedic astrology #astroblr #astro observations #astro community #12h #jyotish #pisces #punarvasu

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itsvenera · 8 months ago

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Hello!! :D could you write about Genma with an s/o who's not used to receiving affection? Thank you~~ :DD

author's note: thank you so much for your patience and this request! It's no lie I am a big Genma lover, and while it took me a while to get to this request, it was so fun to write it! <3 Hope you enjoy! x

Genma has always been an affectionate man and it was never something he felt shy about. He loves to keep his partner close to him and he would use any excuse to have his hand on them - either around their shoulder, waist or by simply holding their hand.

Even before getting together with his s/o, he always sought some type of contact. When they were out with friends/colleagues, he always sat next to them, resting his hand on the back of their chair; during missions, he would always check on them and walk right beside them; when they finished their shift at the Hokage's office, he would always walk them back home, before giving them a quick hug.

As someone not used to receiving affection, his s/o was a bit distant, always sitting awkwardly with their hands either hanging on the side or stuffed in their pants' pockets.

Naturally, Genma assumed that they do not really like him, but they probably feel shy to tell him. And while physical touch was a big part of his flirting game, he was a gentleman and he knew when to back off. So after a few weeks of him trying to show his interest in his s/o, he got the hint and actually distanced himself from them.

A few days passed and while they were initially a bit taken aback by his behaviour, his s/o soon started to miss it. So they would try to seek his attention by taking their lunch break at the same time as him, chatting him up on random topics and even inviting him to grab a dinner together after work.

This man is very honest and blunt, especially when it comes to his feelings. So while he doesn't want to hurt his s/o in any way, he would soon ask them to talk in private, so he can be open with them. "Is that dinner a date or just a friendly hangout? Because the truth is I really, really like you and I would love for it to be a date, but I don't want to misread what your intentions are."

He already knows the answer, but he secretly enjoys the way his s/o blushes and tries to explain that they are indeed interested in him in a romantic way. He would watch them "suffer", while he would have the widest grin on his lips.

When it comes to his behaviour once they are in a relationship, Genma is SUPER patient and gentle when it comes to the comfort of his s/o.

This man may be a tease, but he would never do anything to make his partner uncomfortable. So in the beginning, despite his affectionate nature, he would take it slow, testing the waters by asking his s/o what they are comfortable with and experimenting with small touches/gestures of affection first.

It would take probably around 2-3 months till they finally get to hold hands and twice as much for cuddling to become a normal part of their routine.

Genma loves kissing! If it was up to him he would steal a kiss at least once every hour, but he would fight his urges and again let his s/o control the pace and the amount of kisses allowed. Still, sometimes his self-control slips and he presses his mouth against theirs after he comes back from a long mission or when they were away for a certain period of time, nibbling and sucking on their lips, till they are all red and swollen.

With time his s/o would relax more into the relationship, but I would imagine they would be the type to hint at him when they want some affection and loving, rather than saying it out loud.

This man may not have the IQ of a Nara, but when it comes to women, and especially his partner, he knows how to read them like a book! He doesn't even need hints in order to understand what his s/o wants, but he would still take PLEASURE in playing ignorant to the point they just initiates the physical contact they are seeking.

The more the relationship progresses, the more he lets out his teasing nature show! Sometimes it gets to the point when his s/o wants nothing more than to throw the closest object at his head, but for him, it's really just fun and games.

When it comes to showing affection in the form of gestures, Genma loves giving gifts to his s/o and spoiling them, but he always feels too shy to give them in person. (People think it's because it contradicts with his whole 'bad boy' image, but the truth is he always feels anxious if his partner would like what he got them, so he prefers not to see their face when they open it.)

The BIGGEST compliment giver!

Surely, his constant compliments would make his s/o blush and stutter at first, but they can be sure that this only encourages him more. He loves expressing his feelings and thoughts to his s/o and he loves it even more when it leaves their face as red as a tomato.

(also, don't forget the dirty comments and jokes, omg! He lives for that and there is nothing his s/o can do to change it!)

Overall, while their relationship will progress slowly in the beginning when it comes to intimacy and affection, Genma's love for it will eventually rub on his s/o.

cc artwork: Robin Tran

#genma shiranui #genma shiranui x reader #genma shiranui imagine #genma x reader #naruto imagines #naruto headcanons #genma headcanons #naruto requests

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palomahasenteredthechat · 7 months ago

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Burn

Seems like everyone is getting in on the Geta action.

Including Caracalla's wife.

Warnings: Minors DNI, m/f het intercourse.

The ceremony was brief, due to the heat. Fulvia stood, her delicate hand held in Caracalla’s clammy one and listened to the priests intone blessings on their union. Behind them, their families stood in a tight circle. Her father Plautinanus was smiling; Septimius Severus, Rome’s Emperor and Caracalla’s father, held a stern countenance.

Fulvia resisted the urge to wiggle, for her wool tunica was itchy, and the heavy flammeum veil made it hard to hear. Caracalla’s toga was swimming on him. He had not sprouted up like his younger brother, and Fulvia almost surpassed him in height. But no matter; he was technically the eldest by a few minutes, and hence the heir to Rome’s empire. The one that every girl in Rome would be thrilled to have as her husband. Until they saw Geta.

Out of the corner of her eye, Fulvia stole a glance at the taller twin. He appeared bored, slouching in his toga as much as he could get away with. His long fingers twiddled with an errant gold thread.

Turning her head back to the priest, Fulvia wondered if Geta would also be married soon. Though not currently in line to supplant his father, he was still a prince and would undoubtedly hold power at the imperial palace. He would be considered a grand prize for a wealthy family or provincial governor with a daughter to marry off. Yet he frightened Fulvia even more than her soon to be wed husband. Geta’s tiger eyes saw much but revealed little. His soft voice was rarely heard above a whisper. Fulvia wondered if his hands were cold, if his alabaster skin ever felt the heat of the sun.

Just then, Caracalla’s hand slithered out of Fulvia’s as he fumbled to untie the knotted cingulum around her waist, symbolizing their union. Normally, this would occur in their bedchamber, but the families were eager to have this moment witnessed out in the open, almost as if they were worried it would not occur otherwise. Once the cord fell to the floor, Caracalla smiled, and Fulvia smelled his rank breath.

—--

The deed was quick and painful. Fulvia stared at the ornate tiles on the ceiling, imagining a spider crawling between the brightly colored paint. Caracalla finished quickly, and signaled to his servants to carry his toga as he rolled off the bed toward his bath. Fulvia did not conceive on that night, nor on the few nights afterward. After a mere fortnight, Caracalla seemed to lose interest, retreating to his own chambers. While feeling shame, Fulvia was relieved that her husband did not care to visit their marriage bed for the foreseeable future. She would have taken her pleasures elsewhere, but her father had arranged for only eunuchs to be her servants, and she had little contact with the city outside the imperial gates.

Months passed, then a year. The emperor traveled to far provinces, dealing with various conflicts. His sons accompanied him. Occasionally they would return, but Caracalla did not call upon her.

One night, the imperial chariot returned, and a lone figure emerged. Fulvia had been unable to sleep and had spied the figure from her portico. The glint of his gold armor reflected in the moonlight. On the chance that Caracalla would seek her out, she hurried to her cubicula and pinched her cheeks as best she could before arranging herself in a presentable fashion for her husband. She strained to catch the sound of approaching footsteps, but heard nothing.

Fulvia sagged against the bolster, humiliated yet again, and resisted the urge to sob. From somewhere in the palace, the sound of male laughter reverberated. As if struck by a thunderbolt, Fulvia sat up, throwing the quilt off her legs. Snatching her shawl, she burst through the door of her bedchamber, startling her slaves.

“Where is he?” she demanded, chest heaving. “Where is that brat of a prince?”

The women stared at her, uncomprehending. Finally one of them timidly spoke.

“He is in the great hall, Principissa,” she said, bowing her head.

Fulvia nodded and stomped past them barefoot, hair in disarray as her tunic flounced in the cool night air. When she approached the hall, the sounds of laughter grew louder. Silently, she crept forward next to the fountain, seeing the laurel crown upon a ginger head from behind. Propelled by her anger, Fulvia silently picked up a cup of wine and approached stealthily. One of the servants saw her and his eyes widened but it was too late. Fulvia flung the wine over the back of the chair, soaking the occupant, before flouncing to confront him.

“That’s what you get for ignoring me! I am no mere servant girl or one of your filthy whores. I am your w-”

The word died on Fulvia’s tongue as she came face to face with Geta, whose own mouth was open in shock.

“-ife,” she finished faintly.

Geta stared at her, his kohl-lined eyes wide in anger, before suddenly throwing his head back and bursting into laughter. Fulvia looked away, humiliated, and pulled her shawl around herself more tightly. She flung the cup at Geta’s feet and marched off, attempting to salvage what little dignity she had left.

She was moving through the main courtyard almost at a run when he caught up with her. Geta’s hand snaked forward, grabbing her wrist and spinning her around. Caught off-balance, Fulvia slammed into his chest as Geta grabbed her by her arms.

“Well, I don’t have to ask if my brother is satisfying you,” he said softly. “For it is clear for all to see that he is not.”

All of the pent-up emotion that had been buried in Fulvia’s chest came forth in that moment, and she burst into tears, burying her face in her hands. Geta watched her with fascination. Eventually, Fulvia wiped her eyes with her shawl and looked up at him. “I am sorry, Caesar, for my impetuous behavior. I was not myself. I trust-that you will not speak to my husband of it.”

“What would it matter if I did,” Geta whispered, his fingers rising to lift her chin. “He hates you.”

Fulvia sighed. She knew the truth of this but his words still stung. “You are too cruel, Geta,” she said quietly. “Have pity. I am so tired of this gilded cage.”

“Are you now,” Geta purred, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. “Are you indeed.” Fulvia’s eyes fluttered. What was he doing? She pulled back, taking in the smug expression on his face.

Geta smiled before leaning forward and nibbling her bottom lip with his teeth. Fulvia gasped at the sensation as his soft lips pressed against hers and his tongue probed her mouth. Closing her eyes, she gave into the kiss, feeling the press of his body against her breasts. He smelled like cheap wine and musk.

Coming to her senses, she pushed him away. “We cannot do this,” she murmured, but her beating heart betrayed her. With one motion, Geta reached down and lifted her into his arms.

“Watch me,” he said.

—--

His quarters were on the far side of the imperial palace. Fulvia had never seen his chambers, never felt a mattress so soft. Geta’s fingers gave her goosebumps as his soft hands ghosted over her shoulders, tracing her breasts with his fingertips. His gold rings grew warm against her skin. Fulvia found it hard to breathe as he studied her nude figure intently, lightly tracing every curve and crevice, until he slowly spread her legs before him.

“Let me see you,” she whispered, and Geta looked up, startled from his reverie. Slowly, he shed the caracallus he was wearing onto the bed behind him, allowing his shoulders to become visible. Fulvia reached forward to push the heavy fabric of his tunic further down his arms until his chest was revealed. She leaned forward and began to kiss his nipples, lightly tracing her fingers against the freckles on his chest.

Geta stilled, breathing heavily, as Fulvia licked the delicious valley between his pectorals. She gripped his shoulders with her hands as he pushed her back against his pillows once again.

“You deserve more than you have been given,” he whispered, shedding his tunic and crawling over her, his manhood in his hands. “You deserve to carry an heir of the Severan dynasty, as my father intended.”

Fulvia bit her lip as he entered her, bracing his hands against the bedpost. She curled her fingers around the gold cuffs on his wrists. Geta began to thrust in a slow but steady rhythm, allowing the heat to crescendo between their bodies. Fulvia arched her back against the bolster, reveling in the sensation of him filling her so completely. She felt flushed and dizzy, not knowing what to do with the intense feelings growing in the pit of her belly.

Opening her eyes, she met Geta’s gaze. They stared at each other as he began to speed up. Fulvia slid her fingers up the muscles of his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. Geta fell forward, pulling her flush against him as he began to pummel her in earnest. The bed creaked and Fulvia gasped, feeling pleasure from coupling for the first time in her life. Geta’s hand found her face and he cupped her chin roughly in his hand. “Look at me. Look at me, Fulvia.”

She watched as he grimaced and thrust savagely one more time, his eyes dark with lust, never leaving hers.

Fulvia bit her lip as Geta continued to gaze upon her, his chest red from the exertion. Slowly, he pulled himself out and lay down. Fulvia curled up next to him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you, Geta.”

Geta nodded, staring at the ceiling. He pulled her close to his chest and stroked her hair. “Such a pretty creature,” he said softly. “Such a pity my brother wastes the opportunity to have you at his leisure.” He turned and drank deeply from a goblet placed next to the bed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“And what will you do with yours?” Fulvia asked quietly. Geta smiled in the darkness.

“Is that an invitation?”

Fulvia closed her eyes, knowing she was risking her life with her answer. But she felt a sense of freedom she hadn’t felt in years. “Yes,” she breathed.

#joseph quinn #geta #gladiator 2 #geta x fulvia #make way for the emperor

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scekrex · 9 months ago

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fuck me ive been having brainrot

adam who flirts with his partner to watch their face go gold

(as a poc person he would adore it since gold looks amazing on us)

You've already read this but I had to turn that into a little something hehehehe

Gold is a divine color, luckily you're the most divine person to exist

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language & sexual tension

note: beta read by @drxgonspine

Adam loved complimenting you, not only because it let you know how he thought of you, but also because the golden blush that always crept up your neck so easily until it reached your cheeks looked absolutely gorgeous on you.

When he had first figured out that the winner's blood was golden - a pure and divine color - he had thought of it as useless, unnecessary and a stupid decision made by God, because what was the point of changing somebody’s blood color anyways? But oh how that view on this changed when he met you - the most divine angel to walk heaven’s streets. He had never really put any thought into the fact that a changed blood color would also mean that the blush on the winner's skins would appear gold instead of red-pink ish.

But then he had flirted with you - at first it had been an act of getting your attention with no real meaning behind those words, he had flirted with plenty of people before. Yes, most of them had been women and yes, it was way harder for a dude - especially a dude like Adam - to hit on other men, but you? With you it felt so natural to be flirty.

“Sup Shawty,” he cockily grinned as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder lazily as if it had always meant to be that way, a slight golden blush spread on your cheeks, yet it was so light that the normal eye would have easily missed it if the person would not have been focusing on it.

Adam though, had been focusing on the beautiful blush - he had been for a while now. That was also why he knew that it was so easy to cause that blush to appear because even after years and years of being in a relationship, that was one thing that had never changed. “Shut up,” you mumbled as you turned your face away from the first man, your wing coming up to shield your side in order to block his view.

Adam was very much not having it though.

“No need to hide your handsome face, babes, I know what your ass looks like when it gets all flustered,” the stupidly cocky grin was not leaving his face for even the slightest moment, in fact it only grew as you raised your wing even more and ducked down your head to properly hide behind white feathers.

“Adam,” you hissed in an alarming tone, making it clear that he should better shut his mouth. Not that you were truly minding it, but you knew he was just teasing and you were having none of it, not when you desperately wanted your body to stop doing what it was doing giving Adam the pleasure he was seeking in seeing you blushing.

“Oh c’mon, we both know you like it,” the brunette leaned in as he effortlessly pushed your wing aside so that his lips were brushing against your ear as he continued to speak, “You’re such a handsome fucker, you should not hide behind those stupid feathers.”

The blush that had only been spreading on your cheeks at first was now slowly creeping down your neck, all the way down to the top of your chest, painting you in the most angelic color Adam was ever allowed to lay eyes onto. A golden tan was covering your skin, causing you to look pure - well, purer than you normally looked. “Fucking love it when ya get all flustered over some words,” he hummed in your ear, his voice suddenly sounding deeper than just a moment before - you were done. He had you exactly where he wanted you and he made it obvious that he would not back down, not when the golden flush looked so divine on you.

No, he wanted to keep that look on your skin for as long as possible. The fact that his words made you feel good about yourself was a nice side effect in his eyes.

You forcefully grabbed Adam by his collar, yanking him down further until he was on your eye level as you hissed, “Listen bitch, if you start something, you’ll fucking finish it, got that?” The grin on Adam’s lips remained and it was driving you insane in the best way possible. You were aware that his only goal was to watch you get flustered and blushy, but God knew he also loved to rile you up. A thing you could not deny: you were quite easy to rile up - at least for Adam because somehow that man knew exactly how to push your buttons and get you where he wants you. “Is that supposed to be a threat, hotstuff,” his lips were brushing against yours as he spoke, “Or is it an invitation?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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exmotranny · 9 months ago

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the green carpet scratches at your pink heels. bile rises in your throat.

they talk about womanhood- but it’s not quite right. there is the pink and compliments and talk of boys

i am a beloved daughter

but there is also something else. it digs at your flesh, it feasts on your skin. your mother motions at your chest, bigger than hers and you're not even done growing yet! how lucky.

of heavenly parents

you pray to a man every night, finish it in another’s name. on your knees. you were sent a shady link as a kid. the woman on her knees, tears streaming out of her eyes, i don't want this, she said

with a divine nature and eternal destiny

blood on the inside of your underwear. you were told this meant you were a woman now. you were ten years old. what the fuck did you know about being a woman? your mom said you weren’t allowed to touch between your legs, but it's normal to want to. you didn't know what that meant, either.

as a disciple of jesus christ,

you wanted to be desired. you daydreamed of being the trophy for boys around you, of claiming that role one day as a wife. you came from a long line of women married young. you don’t know their names, but you were taught about their husbands in church.

i strive to become like him.

pressing your breasts down as much as possible, trying to give the illusion of a flat chest. badly cropped jpgs of jesus photoshopped to have top surgery scars are the secret currency you pay to get past the hours of church. you hold them like diamonds.

i seek and act upon personal revelation

you thought god was talking to you. you almost threw away everything you owned. you thought you were a prophet. total fuckin’ ego death! holy shit! god speaks through me!

and minister to others in his holy name

and then the next morning. when your faith crashed, when moroni abandoned you, did it feel unreal to you too, joseph?

i will stand as a witness of god

oh god, no. please. i don’t know what’s real anymore.

at all times

leg hair peeking from under your pretty sunday dress. they all stare. you ignore them and open up to D&C 132.

and in all things

emma, did you love him to the end? i don’t think you wanted him. did you watch as he married a 14 year old? did you tell him you burned the commandment? did you cry when he died for the church that he loved more than he loved you?

and in all places.

blood on the floor of carthage jail. this martyr will be remembered forever. do they talk about you, emma? or are you just joseph’s wife?

as i strive to qualify for exaltation,

when i marry, my husband will be a god, and i shall cleave onto him. when i marry, i will go to his universe and bear more of his children.

i cherish the gift of repentance

heads bowed low as the sacrament is passed. my hands clutch onto the bottom of my skirt. pleasure outside celestial marriage is forbidden. i apologize for loving the wrong way.

and seek to improve each day

i tried to kill myself, last time i got home from girl’s camp. i got home and cried and found the pills and shoved them into my mouth until i cried more and more until i was gagging. i hunched over the toilet. my hands on the grimy floor.

with faith, i will

forced to sing in front of the congregation. my head spun from anxiety. my stomach turned with nausea.

strengthen my home and family,

loving wife beautiful kids loyal husband church once a week work weekdays weekend mom monthly round on the business end of his cock forever and the vomit threatens to make an appearance.

make and keep sacred covenants,

an old man is in a room alone with me. he asks me if i masturbate.

and receive the ordinances and blessings

i tell the man no. i receive a card so i can be ordained.

of the holy temple.

that's just how it goes, isn't it?

all around are paintings of god and jesus. we learned about heavenly mother. why don’t i see her in paintings? did god have plural marriages? did heavenly mother make us? why don’t we pray to her? did she watch god marry a 14 year old? did she cover her eyes? when she saw blood on her underwear, was she told she was a woman? did she touch between her legs? did she ever believe herself better than god? does she cry when she cant talk to us? why do i cry? was heavenly mother scared of singing in public and did she press her chest flat and did she cry when god forced himself into her mouth? did she burn his doctrine too?

i am given flowers on mother’s day. i will be one eventually, after all. and i vomit in the church bathroom quietly like the perfect woman i am supposed to be.

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harukaprism · 4 months ago

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Feeling of Pleasure

Pairing: Shorekeeper x F!Reader/F!Rover

Warnings: Smut, MDNI, 18+only, oral (Giving), fingering, virgin shorekeeper, cum eating (hehehehe), pet names. Toothrotting fluffy smut.

Word Count: 2,440

Dawn's notes: Y'all I love women.

The day was slow and rainy, you had been locked in your room going over documents and information from all the Black Shores, mostly Alto and Encore, but you needed to study and take some time to be away from the hustle and bustle of your daily life fighting TDs.

A knock came to your door soft and gentle, the smell of flowers washed in through the cracks. You knew exactly who was at your door so you gave them no time to ask for entry. “Come in, Shorekeeper.”

In walked the beautiful woman who was always in your dreams, tempting you to experience everything with her. Her pale skin had a hint of flushed pink. How new. “I apologize if I am interrupting your studies.”

Standing from your desk you threw her a smile. “You could never interrupt me.”

The pink on her cheeks only grew a brighter shade as she forced her eyes away from your face. “I have a question, it may seem an inappropriate question.”

Your heart started pounding in your ears. You could only guess what in the world she was talking about. “Shorekeeper, you know me better than anyone else, I doubt what you are going to ask me is that inappropriate.”

Watching her chest move up and down as she took deep breaths working up the courage to ask. “Why do humans seek out sexual desires?”

Now it was your time to falter. What in the world had she been watching or reading? Watching the panic raise in her eyes you let a chuckle escape your lips to try and calm her down. “Well I can only give you my reasoning. I do it to feel good, the pleasure and the feeling of giving your partner ecstasy is mind numbingly good.” You practically purred that last bit thinking of your previous escapades.

She kept avoiding your eyes as you watched her process your words. “Shorekeeper, why are you asking?”

“I have been doing some research into what a relationship for most humans looks like and the topic of sex came up constantly.” She was speaking quickly in embarrassment.

Good lord how was she this innocent and cute at the same time. Taking a moment to think about your next words you held out your hand to her. “Are you asking to know what sex feels like?”

Now her face was as red as a Pavo Plum, she blinked slowly at you as if trying to process why you would even ask her that. You waited patiently to let her think about your question, this was not something you wanted to rush her in, and if it even felt like you coerced her into this you would hate yourself for all of your days.

Finally after what felt like forever she opened her mouth. “Yes, I want to know what sex feels like. But isn't sex normally between a man and a woman?” She took small steps to your hand and gently intertwined her fingers with yours getting closer to your body.

“Typically yes, but there is nothing preventing a woman and another woman from having sex.” You let her take her time getting used to the closeness of your bodies. Her outfit left not much to the imagination, you could only imagine what she was wanting you to do or where she was sensitive to touch.

Her curious eyes watched your face. “And you will show me how this works, yes?”

You nodded at her question. “As long as this is what you want me to do.” She could only mimic your motion and that was all you needed. You walked her over to your bed and sat her down gently. “Before we begin, a few ground rules. If you say stop that stops everything, if you don’t want me to touch somewhere you say no. We take this at your pace okay?”

“And what do I do to pleasure you?” She was flustered but she was always thinking about you and you alone.

“You enjoy yourself, bringing you pleasure will give me pleasure.” With her shy nod you fell to your knees in front of her. Nice and gentle, you had to be soft with her. You ran your hand up her soft leg as you unbuckled her shoes.

Her body reacted to your touch, goosebumps racing across her skin as you took your time kissing up her legs. Working your hands to the back of her dress you kept your eyes on her beautiful purple eyes as her chest heaved, her soft hands were tangled in your silk sheets. “May I?”

Giving you permission, you slowly unzipped her thin dress letting the sleeves fall off her shoulders. As the fabric fell off her body you stared at her beautiful and perfect perky breasts, it took everything inside you to keep from pouncing on her and bury your head in between them and get lost in her body.

But this wasn’t about you, this was about her. Your lover. Your lover.

“Are you okay so far my love?” You glanced up at her watching her small reactions.

“Y-yes, I am fine. Please continue.” She was so shy, it was adorable.

“Lift your hips baby, let’s get this off you.” She followed your order letting you slip the dress off of her exposing her naked body to you; save for her panties that is. And boy were they cute, lace and white lining her perfect pussy ready for your taking.

Hooking a finger in the leg band you let a smirk tug at your lips. “Such cute panties.” You cooed out to her rising up from your knees. “Do you want to watch me undress?”

Her eyes sparkled as she nodded letting you work through throwing off your clothing, panties and all. You approached the bed again watching her stare at every inch of your body, her eyes lingering on your breasts. As you got closer to her you lifted her arm so she could grope at your breast as you leaned in kissing her deeply with all the passion you could give her.

She moaned in surprise at the touch, it was the perfect opportunity to get your tongue inside her mouth. You gently brushed your tongue against her bottom lip, her mouth opened shyly giving you access. She was tentative to move as you explored her mouth, but it didn’t take much time for hers to meet yours, they danced with each other as you drank in every bit she gave you.

You had to have everything she had, nothing else would be acceptable. She was the one who broke the kiss, needing to catch her breath, staring at a string of saliva still attached to both of your mouths, which stroked your flame for her.

You were all for her taking her time but you needed more of her taste. “On your back baby.” Following your orders she positioned herself to lay comfortably on your bed. Gently taking both of her legs in your hands you positioned her right where you wanted her.

Now for the last little bit. You ran your hands up her legs grabbing at the lace that covered your desired fruit. Slowly you slid them down her legs tossing them onto your desk. “The first thing I am going to do is eat you out.”

Her head tilted at your words. “Eat me out? That is not possible.”

Ahhhh, you forgot how innocent she really was. “It means I am going to stimulate your pussy with my mouth. I promise you it will feel good.” You lowered yourself onto your stomach putting her feet on your shoulders as you raised your mouth up to her clit.

She smelled sweet, mouthwatering sweet. But what surprised you was that she was already wet. Naughty girl, her research had aroused her. First you licked your lips, wetting them some more wanting to be as smooth as possible for her, then with a deep breath; taking in her scent one last time, you raised your tongue to her opening and licked all the way up to her clit.

The moan that escaped her lips was heavenly. Just the subtle twitching of her body sent a shock of pleasure right to your core. The taste could satiate you for months, and as she smelled she tasted just as sweet. So perfect.

You kept your ministrations gentle and slow, letting her feel the pleasure drinking in everything she had to give you. The sweet addictive juices that were now your nectar of life, her very cute moans that she couldn't keep hidden from you.

“I-I feel strange.” She managed to choke out as her hips wiggled under your soft grip. “T-there is a t-tightness in my s-stomach.”

It was like the angels singing in your ears. Battling with yourself you pulled away just enough to talk her through it but also still brush something across her bundle of nerves that was the sole object of your obsession. “You are okay, just let yourself feel it and ride the wave beautiful.”

Now was your time to really go deep into it to let her experience the throes of pleasure. Latching your lips around her clit you started sucking as gently as you could to let her ride her high out to the fullest.

Your name came cascading from her lips as she reached her peak. Her body went taught for a moment then fell to your bed, not wanting to overstimulate her you detached yourself from her and watched her breathe heavily. “I have you my dear, you’re safe.”

You held her hand gently letting her twitch under your body, she needed time to come down from her orgasm. While you let her take her time to come back to reality you kept your body pressed against hers. Once she was back her purple eyes met yours again. “I still have a desire for more.”

The gods had blessed you on this day truly, but you had to be sure she could handle more. “You may desire it, but it depends on if your body can handle more. May I touch you again?” Her ‘yes’ was so shy it was adorable. You reached your free hand down between her legs, she was wet enough that you didn’t need to soak your fingers yourself.

You ran two fingers between her folds making sure to get enough of her wetness to lube up your fingers. “Alright, I am going to finger you now.” Slowly you started to inch your fingers inside her entrance. Just the feeling of her around you made you dizzy, it was everything you could have wanted wrapped in the perfect package of the wonderful Shorekeeper.

Arching your fingers up, you brushed your fingertips against her soft spot already knowing how to play her body like a fiddle. She choked out a gasp as you could only assume the pleasure rushed to her brain from her spine. You took your time thrusting your fingers in and out of her as her entrance clamped around you trying to pull you back inside every time.

“You’re such a good girl.” You cooed out to her as you brushed your thumb against her clit to match the pace of your fingers, her moans growing louder. She was so perfect, the way she called out your name as she tried, and failed, to sit still. Her beautiful breasts bouncing with her heavy breaths captivating you, you needed more of her.

Keeping your fingers inside her and circling her clit at a steady pace you leaned down over her body, wrapping your lips around her nipple sucking gently. Her squeal mixed with her wanton moans set your core ablaze. Like you said, bringing her the pleasure she was experiencing was enough for you.

She was getting close to coming again, now was the time to pull out the big guns. Removing yourself from her nipple, which was now very wet from your licking and sucking, you kissed all the way up her chest to her neck, then up her chin.

Suddenly you increased your pace of your fingers making sure to target her soft spot as you kissed her, making sure your tongue was inside her again wanting her to feel you. Her hands made their way to your back as she moaned as best she could as she tried to meet your pace but her orgasam took over her body.

Her beautifully painted fingernails buried themselves into your back as her body twitched and pulsed under you. Pulling your mouth away from hers you let her breath through it, though she was struggling. “In and out slowly baby girl.” You spoke softly as you kissed her face lovingly, she was following your orders and slowly her body started to relax falling back into the sheets.

Her eyes were glossy as you watched her very closely. “I’m taking my fingers out now.” Talking her through this last part was crucial. She whined as you did as you told her, it took everything inside you to not be a nasty pervert and make her watch as you licked them clean of her orgasam.

In private you would, she didn’t need to see that right now.

“I’m going to get a towel and some water, just lay here.” Getting off the bed softly you made your way to your connected bathroom to get a soft cloth. You took a look in the mirror and smirked at yourself as you raised your hand up that was covered in her essence.

You licked your fingers clean, tasting her one last time. After finishing you wetted the towel with warm water and made your way back to her laying pliant on your bed. Her knees were pushed together blocking you from touching her sensitive pussy again. “Let’s get you cleaned up darling.” Sitting in front of her you spread her legs and gently and as delicately as you could you cleaned her up.

Once she was taken care of and the towel safely in your hamper you laid next to her waiting for her to come back to reality, to come back to you. It took some time but her eyes cleared up as she curled into your body needing your closeness.

With her face safely nestled between your breasts you heard her speaking softly. “Thank you.”

You pulled the blanket over the two of you protecting her naked body. “Anything for you my love.” With a soft kiss to her head the two of you fell into a slumber of peace.

#wuthering waves #wuthering waves fanfic #wuthering waves fanfiction #wuwa #wuwa fanfic #wuwa fanfiction #wuthering waves shorekeeper #shorekeeper #the shorekeeper #wuwa shorekeeper #sapphic #shorekeeper x you #shorekeeper x reader #shorekeeper x rover #shorekeeper x f rover #shorekeeper x ya #dawn.writes18+#18+only #dawn writes 18+

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satancopilotsmytardis · 6 months ago

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Lingerie and humiliation! (Maybe throw in some insults towards Dabis cock size) :) someone has to show Dabi how much of a baby girl they are

It's already embarrassing enough that Dabi likes wearing women's underwear, he really, really didn't need for it to be made any worse by his lover figuring out that he also really likes how that embarrassment feels as it creeps across his skin. But Tomura doesn't do things by half when he finds something that Dabi likes, and he's not expecting it when he's setting out papers for their lieutenants meeting that afternoon, and his lover catches him by the hips as he's trying to pass his chair. They're the only two here right now, but that's usually the case for setting things up. None of the others should be arriving for another hour or so. Which is probably why Tomura feels safe enough to say,

"So what is my perverted little whore wearing today?" And make Dabi's whole body immediately get hot as every thought he had about the upcoming meeting is sharply evacuated from his mind.

"Duster," his voice is only half admonishing, barely even a half-hearted protest. He can always only manage half-hearted if he bothers to protest at all. Ever since he and Tomura started sleeping together, Duster has gone out of his way to make sure that every time feels so good that Dabi is hard pressed to deny himself the pleasure.

"'I'm wearing my normal clothes',” Tomura mocks, "'I'm not a pervert!' And I can't see the outline of your bra through your shirt."

Dabi feels his face go bright red, looking down at his chest. His new shirts are thicker and lined than his old cotton tees. He did that on purpose. He didn't used to be able to wear bras with his panties because they showed through his shirt. But that's not suppose to happen now--

"Really are nothing but a pathetic attention-seeking whore, aren't you?" Tomura catches his hips and traps him between his chair and the table. "Wouldn't be bending over with that low-cut shirt if you didn't want to flash everyone your pretty tits. I'm going to have to be careful about you when I leave, otherwise I'll come back and you'll have been fucked by half of the PLF."

Dabi does his best not to tremble in his grasp. "I wouldn't--" It's so easy to go meek and whiny for Tomura now, "Only want you to touch me, Sir. Only want you to know about my... underwear."

"That's because you know no one else will take you seriously if they find out that the big bad arsonist just wants to be nothing but a whiny little girl in bed. Show me."

Dabi's entire body starts to feel hotter, his pulse pounding in his ears. His back is to the door but he knows that it's not locked. If anyone comes to the meeting early-- Tomura smacks his ass for taking too long to comply and Dabi lets out a pathetic whimper as his hands go to the invisible zipper on his shirt. He unzips his shirt, feeling his face going so hot that he knows his scars won't hide his blush. He leaves the shirt open, but Tomura is the one who parts it with two of his prosthetic fingers, sweeping it to the side casually, disinterestedly. The set he's wearing today is one of his favorites. It's deep red with thin black ribbons and lots of lace. He knows how much Tomura likes to see him in red, knew that they would be doing something tonight since this is their last meeting for the next two days.

"Oh, my pretty little whore. Just wanted my attention didn't you?"

"Yes, Sir." His breath is coming in shorter, the muscles in his stomach quivering as Tomura runs four flesh fingers down across his abs and down to his belt.

"Are you wearing a matching set, baby girl?"

"... Yes, Sir."

"Show me."

Dabi's belt sounds so loud as he unthreads it with shaking hands. Tomura has barely touched him, but his blood is already starting to fill his cock because he knows that he's going to get more than just words when his lover's eyes are on him like this. He opens his pants and Tomura raises a brow in challenge. He thinks he's going to overheat when he realizes that he wants him completely out of them. Dabi half turns towards the door, like looking at it alone will tell him that it's locked, but Tomura grinds his finger into the seam across his stomach in punishment for stalling.

"I thought you said you didn't want anyone else? Maybe you're not worth my time. Maybe I should leave you here, half naked, and let the others all take a turn before we even start our meeting. Not like your filthy pussy isn't a perfect stress reliever."

"I don't want anyone else," he insists. But his words don't sway his lover. Dabi lets out a shaky exhale that is half smoke, and then reaches hesitantly leans further back on the table and lifts a foot to rest against Tomura's knee. He takes the zipper on the side and undoes it for him, removing his boot and dropping it to the side. They repeat the process and then Dabi slips out of his pants, letting the leather and belt hit the ground heavily. Tomura lets him keep on his coat and shirt, and from the back, no one will know how barely dressed he is. And then Duster's eyes are on him. His cock is already tenting the lace of his panties.

"Oh, baby girl, is this not doing it for you?" Tomura asks with false sweetness and Dabi hesitates, confusion saturating his veins.

"What?"

He puts his palm over Dabi's cock and squeezes him through the thin fabric and he immediately has to shove his knuckles into his mouth to keep from moaning as his thighs start to tremble. "Oh, I'm sorry, baby, I couldn't tell this was as hard as you can get. I always forget that your cock is so tiny that even when you're so excited, your panties always cover you up perfectly." Tomura hums, rubbing his fingers over him through the lace, his words and the touch sending jolts of pleasure through his body. He shifts his palm so that his fingers are pressing between his root and balls, his palm able to cup and massage along his length, one finger raised to keep him safe as he does so. "Such a pathetic little cock, no wonder you like to dress like a girl. You would be better off with a pretty clit to match your hungry pussy."

His blood heats throughout his entire body, humiliation and arousal an inferno beneath his skin. He's not little. His cock is perfectly average, but Tomura's cock is fucking huge. It's so big that the first time they'd fucked, he hadn't even been able to get all the way inside of Dabi without it being too much for him. He'd had to be trained to take him. But he loves to mock Dabi with this. Loves to do it because Dabi's masculinity is already an easy target for mockery when he likes to dress like this, likes to be called 'princess', likes it when he's feminized because even though he doesn't want to be a girl, even though he's not, he can't get hung up on living up to standards that never applied to him in the first place. And Tomura loves that he's found something that he can tease and taunt him over without accidentally stepping on a landmine of his trauma triggers.

His lover grinds his hand against Dabi's cock and his whole body shudders, his teeth biting harder into his knuckles to muffle the sounds of pleasure that are trying to escape. He doesn't know if it's the touches, words, or the knowledge that anyone could walk in on them at any second, but he doesn't know if he's ever felt so close to the edge so quickly since he was confronted by the realities of a pubescent body straight out of his coma.

"Your panties are getting all wet, baby girl." He teases, squeezing and rubbing more deliberately. "Such a whore that even just a few light touches are enough to get you close, aren't they? So desperate that you would cum in your panties just like this without hesitation. You're used to being covered in drying cum, never happier than when you've been so thoroughly used--"

The knock at the door douses Dabi's body in ice, but Tomura barely flicks his gaze to it, deliberately stroking up his ladder to force him to stay on that edge.

"Come in."

Dabi barely manages to not whimper, wanting to plead for mercy, but he doesn't get it. The door opens and Spinner's voice comes into the room.

"Hey," he starts to step inside.

"Didn't you get the memo?" Shig asks, leaning around Dabi so that he can see their friend at the door, resting his cheek against the knuckles of his other hand. "Re-Destro and Skeptic were needed elsewhere. We're finished for the weekend."

"Oh, okay. What are you two--"

"Finishing a debrief and figuring out how we're going to spend the weekend. Isn't that right, firefly?" Bastard. Evil, when he strokes his head, teasing at his glans and rubbing against his slit so deliberately a gush of pre soaks through his panties and smears onto his skin.

His humiliation is so sharp that he feels the pressure that has been steadily building behind his eyes pushed to its breaking point, and two drops of blood slip over his cheeks. But he still manages to take his knuckles out from his teeth. "Yeah, fuck off, lizard."

"I'm not a lizard, douchebag!" Spinner snaps. "Whatever. Have fun I guess." He slams the door on the way out and it was a low blow, but if he didn't, Dabi was really, really scared that Tomura was going to make him blow his load right then.

As is, Tomura chuckles as they're left alone again. "Oh, being so nasty just because you're embarrassed, baby girl? I'm going to have to punish you for being so mean to my second favorite person. Bend you over and spank your pretty pussy until it's as red as the tears on your cheeks and your cute little panties." His eyes settle back on Dabi's cock that is straining through the lace, that is nearly see-through now he's made it so wet with his arousal, "As red as your pathetic little dick is that gets so excited so easily because no one else has ever wanted to play with something so useless."

"Sir," he is going to die. He doesn't know if he wants to incinerate himself or if he is just going to collapse in on himself in a blackhole of mortification, but being talked to like this is going to ruin him.

"Don't deny it, princess." He takes his hand away and Dabi gives a truly pathetic sob. "Your little prick has been played with so infrequently it will take anything it can get." Tomura punctuates the sentence by flicking him at the base of his glans and Dabi whimpers as he proves to him just how pathetic he is at controlling himself, because the spike of pleasure-pain that goes through him then is enough. More tears drip over his cheeks as he cums in his panties. He feels every inadequate inch of his cock pulsing as his spend soaks straight through his underwear and starts to drip out of the lace and run down his leg.

Tomura's mouth opens slightly in surprise, but then his eyes are bright and delighted as he watches him fall apart. "See? Who wants to play with a tiny cock that breaks so quickly? That's alright, princess, your pussy is little and tight in all the right ways. Get on the table, baby, I want to fuck it."

"Tomura, the door--"

"Going to be even more of a chance of getting caught the longer you stall, princess. Now spread your legs." Dabi whimpers, he can't imagine how humiliating it would be for someone else to walk in and actually see him. But he doesn't use a safeword, the only red in the room is the blood trickling off of his cheeks, his scarlet, soiled undergarments, and the hungry crimson eyes that drag over him as he lays himself back onto the table like a feast.

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Fujoshis fetishize gay men?

So this is more of an opinion essay/think piece on the never ending discourse regarding whether fujoshis fetishize gay men or not.

TW: discussions of rape and other forms of sexual assault. Crude language too.

First things first, let's define what is a fujoshi. The word fujoshi, which literally means ‘rotten’ and connotes the presumed, perversions of women who fantasize about male-male eroticism (Pagliassotti, 2013) are also widely considered to be heterosexual women who seek erotic content of homosexual men to fulfill their own sexual fantasies through a different lense, one that by removing the female character found in heterosexual romances, allows women to indulge in "perverted" writing without feeling the urge to condemn the text that'd otherwise happen if it was a fictional woman going through these scenarios.

Think of the amount of BL works depicting rape, kidnapping, sexual acts with dubious consent, physical assault such as choking or slapping and other forms of violence. In BL works these acts tend to be presented as desirable. The bottom, who is usually the one subjected to this violence, will say no to these acts but the top will ignore the pleads because he knows deep down the bottom desires what is happening to him. There lies the fantasy.

Under patriarchy women have a deeply complicated relationship with sex. As a woman you can exist as either the whore or the madonna. Women who enjoy sex proudly and loudly are quickly labelled as whores and thus degraded by both men and other women, becoming outcasts of society; for women sexuality is shameful and must be hidden at all costs but this of course, doesn't stop women from having sexual desires and urges. This creates a very interesting phenomenon; you want to mantain your respectability as a woman because you're not like one of those sluts that actively seek to be degraded through sex and penetration (all sex is degrading when you're penetrated, that is the patriarchal view of sex), but you still desire to be touched and feel physical pleasure so women end up developing "taboo" sexual fantasies, acts that normally you would be disgusted at, except in the privacy of your mind.

Naturally, the erotic content aimed at women consists for the the most part of a woman forced or coerced into sexual acts that she deep downs know she enjoys and actually wants. You cannot be a slut this way, you did not open your legs for a man he did it! her forced you! you didn't want to do the things he made you do because you're so pure you could have not thought about them in the first place! but he still made you reach an orgasm, didn't he? Women become passive agents during sex to avoid the stigmatization of slutshaming.

This of course is a reproduction of rape culture in media and is the reason why so many women became detractors of heterosexual erotica. That's where BL comes into question; take the female character out of the equation and instead insert a male character with a preference for penetration and have him go through the same stuff, bonus points if he's very feminine looking. The character is still being assaulted and violated but by making him a man instead of a woman you distance him from the female audience thus minimazing the guilt and shame women'd get from reading such stories.

It's no surprise that these stories have become so popular among women, they have the erotic taboo elements so many fantasize about while making sure women don't see themselves directly in the abuse.

This is the issue that gay men in real life have with fujoshis and BL as a whole. And I get it.

It's understandable why gay men find unappealing the idea of being used as self-inserts put through grueling scenarios to fulfill somebody else's sexual fantasies and that somebody else being someone that will never have to go through the struggles of a gay person will, similar to lesbians not liking being objectified in porn by straight men for the pleasure of other straight men.

There's other cases of marginalized communities being used as some type of doll for sexual scenarios, for example black men who are often fetishized over their penises by white people to the point there's a whole porn category for it: "my wife tries a BBC in front of me", "Twink destroyed by a BBC", "Sucking a BBC for the first time", and many more titles likes that in every porn site you can find. Asian women are also fetishized by westerners, they're attributed naivety and innocence traits and are portrayed as naturally submissive to fulfill a borderline pedophilic fantasy. Latinos deal with fetishization too, as a Mexican myself I can attest that latinas and latinos have been painted as oversexual beings that always want to have sex and are always down to have sex with anyone available.

All this fetishization leads to dehumanization of the group you're protraying in your erotic works or media so of course it will have its detractors.

So yes, I can acknowledge the feelings of gay men regarding certain BL stories. Those certain stories definitely dominate the BL market but here's where I have to say those are not the only type of stories you can find in BL and that's not fully what the term fujoshi encompasses.

I mentioned at the beginning of this post that fujoshis are considered to be mostly straight women. I think that is an unfair generalization to make, there's also queer women and trans people, both men and women, that proclaim themselves as fujoshis who have found a safe space in BL fan communities to explore sexuality hand in hand with GL content and communities. After all BL is still queer content that can be and is enjoyed by queer people.

Aditionally, I don't think there's anything inherently wrong with straight women enjoying queer content. In the same way queer people can enjoy media depicting heterosexual romance I believe straight people can also enjoy queer media. There's a difference between a someone who's fetishizing a group of people and someone who's engaging with gay media like they would for any other type of media. I do find it to be a dangerous path to act like it's wrong for heterosexual people to enjoy queer media and push them away from it, queer media should be consumed as much as straight media.

This aversion to straight women who enjoy mlm stories has led to shippers of mlm pairings from media that's not sold as BL (Naruto, JJK, etc.) to frantically trying to prove they're not a straight girl. Again, it defitnitely needs to be told that not everyone who ships mlm is a straight girl, these are still queer spaces occupied by queer people, however there's still nothing wrong if you're a straight girl that ships mlm because anyone can (or should be able to) notice queer subtext, which leads to my next point.

When it comes to online discourse surrounding fujoshis it's always presumed that mlm ships from non-bl works came to be because a silly horny straight girl saw two boys breathe next to each other and decided they would look hot together regardless of how they're actually written in their respective canon works, I'm sure there's definitely some mlm ships out there that abide by these standards but not all of them do. I've noticed that when it comes to mlm ships that aren't endgame but have actual homoromantic writing in their canon work homophobes tend to weaponize the term fujoshi against its shippers, hence the frantic need in so many mlm shippers to prove that they're not the stereotypical fujoshi.

I believe that is the harmful fujoshi stereotype here, not that straight girls like to ship boys with other boys but that the shipping is shallow. There is this assumption that no one takes homoromantic and homoerotic writing seriously and everybody is just here for the shits and giggles, which I find quite frankly offensive. It's anti-intellectualism to pretend there's no place for interpretations through queer lenses of any type of media.

As a SNS shipper I can guarantee everybody that's not in the Naruto fandom that shippers in this community take queer analyses and readings of the manga seriously here. Sure, some people joined because they thought both Naruto and Sasuke looked cute together or because they accidentally kissed and presumed that moment to be fujoshi fanservice but once they're in they start seeing all the queer writing in the actual manga. SNS isn't the only ship where this occurs.

SNS shippers care about the writing of the manga and its characters perhaps more than any other subfandom in the fandom, to the point several shippers were able to predict what was gonna happen in the manga years before it actually happened.

On top of all that we have endless metas, masterposts, essays and manifestos that show SNS shippers having such deep understading of Kishimoto's writing and the characters he's created. SNS fanworks have dialogues that are exactly what the characters would actually say, in the case of By My Side even the panels are the same, you can read the full doujinshi here. For more examples of other doujinshi predicting manga chapters click here.

Fetishizers can't predict the writing of a piece of work because they wouldn't care about the writing in the first place, they're just here to see two guys suck each other off.

So when the term fujoshi is weaponized by het!shippers towards mlm shippers (not just SNS shippers) I find what they're actually trying to do is shut down any and every queer reading of media and to paint all shippers as shallow & mindlessly horny morons in an attempt to delegitimize us and our arguments. You know how it goes "why does everything have to be gay? why can't they just be friends? y'all always turn everything gay". In some cases they take it a step further and start accusing mlm shippers of supporting incest to the point they've even created the term "pseudo-incest" that supposedly represents two men with no blood relation but have such a close relationship they could be brothers (so basically, not incest). What is funny is that this term is exclusively reserved for mlm ships, you'll never hear anyone use it for a f/m ship where both characters have refered to each other as siblings even if they don't have blood relation. Textbook homophobia.

Queer and straight people can spot queer subtext (that sometimes isn't subtext but actual text), this does not make them fetishizers, to imply such to silence their analyses is homophobic.

So, if you're a straight girl who noticed the queer subtext of any media then don't be ashamed or scared of it because you liked it, don't let the homophobes corner you, *you* are the one who understood the text. And if you're a queer person then defend your stance even more proudly, don't be one of those pick-me gays that go "well, I'm gay/bi and I don't see it as gay" just because they want acceptance from the homophobes. Inquire, question the status quo, look deeper into the meaning of things, I promise you once you spot the first sign of gayness you will find more layers to it.

Finally, regarding the explicit sexual content in gay media:

Y'all have very weird opinions on bottoming. I already posted about it here. But basically y'all need to stop seeing the bottom as the girl of the relationship and need to stop seeing being penetrated as an act of humilliation. I know some people like when the traditional top/bottom dynamic is subverted (I do too!) y'know when they make the top shorter than the bottom, or the top is the feminine one or stuff like that but you gotta keep in mind that no matter how they look, they're still both men so it's still a gay ship, the bottom being a feminine man doesn't make him a girl, that's still a man.

Likewise, there's nothing wrong with explicit sexual content. Over the past couple years people have taken this weird almost puritanical stance on sex scenes not just of gay media but all media where they just want them to not be included at all and it's just bizarre, there's nothing wrong with sex (and no, you're not being oppressed or traumatized by a movie because it has sex scenes my god).

Personally, I will always defend sex scenes in gay media. Give me more The Handmaiden idgaf. Gay sex has been taboo, criminalized and hidden for decades, it should now be CELEBRATED and SHOWCASED as the act of love it is as much as straight sex. Furthermore, you don't have to choose one or the other when it comes to gay media that's sexual and the one that keeps its rating PG-13. You can have both, you should fight and demand to have both, you can have your Heartstopper and your Interview With The Vampire. I really don't like when some people go "finally a show where the gays aren't always f*cking" I sense sinister vibes...

This might be perhaps a hot take but I also don't think we should shy away from queer stories that depict sexual abuse either. I understand that they can be triggering for some people but this should not lead to censorship which can be quite arbitrary and cause the persecution of creatives that wish to explore sexulity beyond the confines of what's "proper" or "adequate".

Oh also, maybe we shouldn’t generalize the entire BL industry as an industry that only produces “problematic” stories, there’s a lot of variety out there and it’s actually really easy to find. But the problematic stories should still exist, again I'm not calling for censorship but rather a different aproach to our engagement with these stories.

In conclusion, some fujoshis definitely have weird behaviours towards actual gay men and the way they choose to depict them in their works but also the term fujoshi has been weaponized to silence queer readings of media and art by homophobes, the two can co-exist.

Reference:

Pagliassotti Dru., Boys’ Love manga special section, Journal of Graphic Novels and Comics (2013)

#Re-upload with a few touches that I had forgotten to add #I meant to add these new segments in a reblog but my dumbass deleted the og post

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