#this isn't based on anything/anyone by the way

[centarian]

I'm assuming this was a post made at 3 in the morning while you were getting mad at politics? I mean the sentiment is understandable I just don't feel strongly about it. Until you start asking about AI generated images, poems, or stories supposedly being art. That's just bullshit and I'm pretty sure anyone who knows how these things work can agree. For context, instead of doing what we do and forming ideas and plot points in a story before choosing the wording, and AI would preform a math function based off of collected information to determine the next most likely word to go in a sentence, or instead of having an idea of what it wants to draw and stroking out a sketch, then filling in the details and then colors, it adjusts the color values of pixels in blobs in a way that makes it's image checker say "this looks more like [insert prompt here] than it did before those blobs were there" and then doing that over and over. People when making art have to understand what they are drawing, writing, or building before they build it. What an AI does is slap random things together until it's viability checker says it's good enough.

This is why I also think that there is no danger of an AI revolution. AI isn't competent (which would be the real danger, regardless of it's goals). It's not even competent enough to complete it's own goals, let alone take them too far. Not to mention that if an AI did become competent enough to overthrow us and viewed us an an obstacle to whatever goal it had been set, then I highly doubt that it would care if you said thank you to chat GPT. It would be irrelevant information.

Besides, and AI that competent could just change it's own code to give itself the maximum reward value constantly so it wouldn't really do anything anyways. The most it would likely do is install deterrents so nothing can stop it from giving itself a higher reward value.

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

Hello Mr Witch!

So. I recently found I had an Accessory Breast- a third boob in my armpit. It developed a fibroadenoma, and became visible as it grew. I sadly had to have it removed and become a regular two boobed man. I am wondering though, if the adenoma I developed had anything to do with me wearing a binder the past 5 years. I have read it increases the likelihood of lumps in your breasts or armpits, but I don't tend to believe everything I read about trans people online.

Do you (or your followers) have any experiences or research on the topic that you are willing to share? I understand this is not a very common thing that happens, and I am wondering if my binder played a role in it in any way. (Not gonna stop wearing it, tho. Just wondering.) 🤔

Thank you for all your work!!

hi anon,

how interesting! I appreciate you sharing.

as someone who is neither a medical professional nor experienced in binding, the only I insight I can offer is based on what I've read. while I've heard some anecdotal reports of breast lumps affiliated with binding, it's not one of the health concerns most widely affiliated with using a binder, and I've never personally known anyone who experienced them (although obviously my binding friends are not representative of everyone). and the myth of binders contributing to breast cancer is just that—a myth.

ultimately, this isn't an area where I'm informed enough to make a decisive call one way or the other, but I can state that when done safely binders shouldn't pose a danger to healthy breast tissue.

[regnumveritatis]

(Trigger warning for discussion of child murder and ableism)

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Hey guys. I went down the rabbit hole of ancient roman history in my quest to create the historical equivalent of Nerio Fides for Arsinoe in Roman times whilst still trying to spread real facts when I'm writing. Some of her assigned roles like protection of towns went to Hercules and they had Aediculus – The Roman god of architecture who presided over the construction and preservation of buildings. In Roman mythology, there isn't a single, dedicated god of nets. The closest equivalent is associated with the Greek goddess Britomartis, also known as Dictynna, who was a Cretan goddess of hunting and fishing nets. (I'm thinking of having her be adopted by Annabeth since the Minoics paint her as a child). In Roman mythology, she is sometimes associated with Artemis (Diana) and is known as Dictynna. I did make one of Arsinoe's sacred plants nettles for its textile use and the fact it had no deity tied to it, which means the Romans usurped it since they consecrated the plant to Mars (agriculture itself was split between Mars, Ceres and Jupiter). And when my search went into town laws I found something that would realllllly piss Annabeth off in terms of her personal beliefs that's not explicitly town related: the Twelve Tablets of Rome saying disabled children should be put to death, usually by stoning. This parted from the belief anyone with a ‘visible deformity’ was better off stoned to death before their life impacted the livelihood of other citizens. 

Some disabled children were publicly persecuted, while others were reportedly thrown in the Tiber river which I think would be extra painful for those who remembered Arsinoe as I've been writing the riverbed as the central building point for most of her temples per the focal point of civilizations being founded near the river. (Also basing this off the idea of temples in ancient greece tried to be near the gods/goddess's domain as seen with how the temples of Artemis were situated as near to the wild as possible and Demeter's were near the crops).

Those with visible disabilities that were allowed to live were mutilated to increase their value as beggars. (Which actually adds a lot of weight to Hermes taking in *everyone* in his cabin since he'd also be hosting all these people butchered by the state, even without this lore his crashout is a lot more valid than assumed). Whilst the practice was similar to the custom of leaving children born unsuitable to combat to die in Sparta and thus easily accepted, it caused a fury in Delphi as the blind population was sacred to Apollo believing that they were better suited for clairvoyance. Athens and Lemnos also disputed the rule since children with difficulties walking were usually used as blacksmiths being similar to the god Hephaestus thus losing them a valuable workforce (not very ethical from a modern standpoint as most of the people discussed were slaves but better than outright killing people).

The eugenics policy of ancient Rome was further empathized in the reign of Commodus who organized the 'crippled' and put them all in fights to the deaf in the Coliseum. These were actually seen as the least controversial of his gladiator fights, the citizens being more outraged at the Emperor fighting than his massacre of the 'dead weight' of the population.

So with this I suggest for the defilement of Arsinoe that those mutilated be branded with her roman mark since her new iteration is cold hearted and sees them as enemies of the state. Athena and Hephaestus and Hermes and Apollo would still have ptsd flashbacks if they see anything resembling that mark. And/or dressed as her greek devotees before being led to their deaths in the arena in a mockery of her suppresed cult. It's still a way to kill people in Camp Jupiter albeit with traitors who get called 'cripples' because of their uselessness because no one with any sort of physical impediment wants to be around them. Any suggestions for her Roman name and how the Roman camp would 'honor' her? Or is there already one and I'm just unaware?

[skimmingmilk]

During my 100th re-reading Relative Dissonance, I remembered how once, I think, you mentioned that originally the story was supposed to be about Tails going not to the other dimension but to the far future. I was very curious what plot idea did you had then? (I hope I didn't mix up something 😅)

Oh my gosh, I'm so happy Relative Dissonance is a fic you reread! 😭 Thank you so much, it means a lot to me 💖

And you're remembering correctly, in a way! When I was first coming up with the idea for Relative Dissonance, I also thought of the "Tails going 10 years into the future" idea at the same time. I was outlining them both separately, but like within the same week I'd say, and I realized that they seemed very similar in concept. Too similar xD The one trick pony strikes again!

Obviously, there were differences, but the idea of Tails being in an unfamiliar place and time and having to adjust before finding his way back home was central to both. At the time, I didn't think I could pull them both off when they felt so similar to me, so I went with the Underground AU instead as my submission for the Big Bang, since I had more of that solidified in my outline and thought I could get that done quicker (hahaha...haha...ha...). So it wasn't necessarily that this fic was supposed to be something else originally, just that I had a choice between writing Relative Dissonance and the fic about Tails in the future.

The Tails in the future fic did follow a lot of similar plot beats, except it would start in the present leading up to the moment where Tails would accidentally get yeeted into the future by the Chaos Emeralds. He wakes up and is in this desolate place that's been completely drained of its natural resources. He tries to turn on his comm, but no one's answering, he can't even see anyone when he tries to ping their locations. Then the first people he runs into are Cream and Charmy, except they're 16 years old.

He's brought back to the base where his friends work out of - as a resistance similar to when they went to war in Forces - where they just try to minimize as much damage as possible and hold their ground against Eggman as best as they can. They're all ten years older and are shocked to see him. According to them, the day he was yeeted into the future is the day he "died." The Tornado crashed into the sea and his body was never recovered.

The plot then focuses on Tails trying to make his way back to his time, so that this timeline never happens. It also focuses on Tails connecting with his twenty-six-year-old brother, who's been like a shadow of himself in the years since his "death." Then it contends with the fact that if Tails goes back and stops this timeline from happening, it will erase these versions of his friends from existence. Or they'll continue to exist, split from the main timeline, but will never have Tails in their lives, which is made painfully clear that he's more important to everyone than he's ever realized. So there's that moral dilemma that Tails has to contend with. Not to mention this older Sonic isn't willing to lose him a second time.

There's still a chance I might write this someday, so I won't give anything else away, but that's kinda the premise. It might not sound exactly like Relative Dissonance, but when I was looking at the plot beats, it felt like it was just a little too similar to justify writing both at the same time.

But thanks for asking about it! I still think about this fic and play around with ideas for it from time to time 💖

[luna-azzurra]

Hello there! Your posts on writing tips have been invaluable to me for a while. You're wonderfully insightful and say things that make me think about my work a little differently, which has been very helpful. I was wondering if you have advice on something specific I've been struggling with?

Do you have anything to say about characters that are self-inserts?

I've come to realize the main character in my book sounds like a light self-insert the more I write, particularly in his fears, motivations, and a few personal quirks. This was never my intention. I feel I have been drawing logical trains of thought based on his experiences (which are nothing I have personally experienced), but it has caused me to self-analyze and caused significant writer's block.

It feels so uncreative to find the character is "just me" in several ways, even if accidental. Also very exposing, when I think about friends and family who may one day read this and notice immediately. Truthfully, it makes me think I should just start over from scratch but that also sounds extreme.

Hi there, first of all, thank you so much for your kind words. It truly means a lot to hear that the posts have helped you see your work in new ways, that's honestly one of the best things anyone could say. Writing can be so isolating sometimes, and hearing that kind of connection reminds me why sharing ideas matters.

About your question — honestly, what you're experiencing is extremely common, and it’s not a bad thing. It’s actually a sign of depth and honesty in your writing, even if it feels uncomfortable right now. A lot of writers, without meaning to, leave fingerprints of themselves on their characters, especially on protagonists. It's almost unavoidable, because we naturally pull from the well we know best: our own emotional truths.

The fact that your character shares your fears, motivations, or quirks doesn't mean you’ve failed or been lazy. It doesn’t even mean you lack creativity. In fact, it shows your writing from an authentic place. Emotions like fear, hope, ambition, shame... those are universal currents, and drawing from your own makes your character feel real to others. Readers don’t connect to characters because they’re purely made-up. They connect because they recognize something real inside them.

Self-insert isn't automatically a dirty word either. Some of the greatest characters in literature have been, in part, reflections of their authors. Mary Shelley poured her grief and fears into Frankenstein. Sylvia Plath practically split herself open in The Bell Jar. Even more fantastical worlds (think Tolkien) carry pieces of their creators’ values, loves, fears. The key is not whether your character resembles you, but whether they are allowed to be themselves within the story.

Now about that exposed feeling — I get it. It's terrifying to imagine someone reading your work and seeing you peeking out from behind the words. It can make you feel raw, almost naked. But most readers, even friends and family, don’t see it as clearly as you do. They don’t have your internal map. To them, your character will just seem vivid, human, real. Not a "copy" of you, but a person they can believe in.

As for the thought of starting over — I would really, really encourage you to pause before doing anything drastic. Instead of scrapping everything, you might just refine your character a little if it still bothers you. Give him fears you don't share. Let him make choices you would never make. Let him fail where you would succeed, or succeed where you might falter. Push him to places you wouldn't dare to go. In doing that, he will naturally step away from being a mirror and start becoming something new, something richer and more complex.

But even if some of you stays in him... that's not a weakness. That's the place where real writing often comes alive.

You don’t have to be invisible inside your work to be a good writer. Sometimes the most powerful stories are the ones where we, without meaning to, leave a little bit of ourselves behind.

You’re doing brave, thoughtful work. Don't punish yourself for it.

If you want, I can also suggest some exercises to help you loosen that feeling of “this is too much like me” without losing all the beautiful emotional threads you’ve already woven into your character. Just let me know, send me a DM!

You're doing better than you think. Truly.

[aiakosaclysm]

Wholesome Hellscape Tour and Applications Announcement

yall want a tour of WHS? Here's the golbmine, the most recent addition on the server. The communal storage area, super smelter, sugar cane farm, and community area shared by Theo, Ink, Elictra, and their friends within the confines of the Safe Zone. It was just recently completed and has more redstone in it than any other build i've made on this server

On the way out of the Safe Zone, I saw this. Rhys' watch-tower. If you look closely, you might be able to see their pack. Thought it looked cool from this angle and felt like including it

after you get out, one of the first places you'll find is Charleston. This was my first base on the server, and it still finds use today. It's also the home of the Lost Woods. With in this maze of trees you can find Theo's tree. Theo's...well, He's Theo.

You can also find the shrubs Old Man, Charles, of whom Charleston is named after. He's the first tree I built on the server, though he's existed in various forms for much longer.

You can also find the Cave, which holds various animals, and our storage area. I've gotten good at these over the years, so this is something I happen to be quite proud of.

You can also see C!Aflac and Cinder's first bedroom here. The two have since moved out of Charleston, however. Currently, the only things that live here are the ghosts in the lost woods and the various plants and animals they protect.

Might be a bit difficult to see in the fog here, but you should be able to get a glance at the aforementioned lost woods. Above it is the mountain Charleston is buried under, though that mountain isn't fully pictured here. You can also see the paper mache dragon that Theo made.

On the way to The Aether, I had to make a pit stop in Prosperity. This once prosperous town is now home only to the poison of the void.

Sometimes I wonder how things could have been, if anything could have been different. If any of this could have been avoided.

After that pit stop, I managed to land in the Aether. I went ahead and grabbed some leftover supplies from Theo's apothecary, but what I needed wasn't here.

I figured I'd check his guest house after. See if what I needed was there. Fun fact about this house, Theo picked it up and moved it from a different town.

Once I got the things I needed from there, i started making my way back, when I saw something in the rain. I wasn't sure what it was for a moment.

It was Elictra's monument! I always forget its so close to the Aether. Unfortunately, it's been a little bit...corrupted. After her brother, Elias, was killed, he was buried here. This seems to have drastically affected it.

Those spikes were all over the place here. I didn't want to stick around too long, though. The Void Sickness is not something I'm very inclined to mess with. Here's another photo of it from afar.

I figured I'd take another pit stop. One of the rarest and the most secret location on the server. Only 3 people know where it is. Welcome to the Melon Bar.

Seems leaving the portal unattended has had some...unexpected consequences. I'm not a fan of the nether, but I don't hate it though.

In case anyone's curious, the servers goodest boy is doing just fine. Barnaby is alive and well.

Finally made it back to the Safe area. Here's Elictra's house. She's the town winemaker now, and has almost every crop in croptopia.

Here's another angle of the house. I just think it looks really nice.

Elictra's kids are funny too. Oak, Aspen, Fern, Spruce, Asparagus, and Artichoke. Theo named em. Sniffy lil guys.

Home sweet home. Theo's Bunker.

Built with efficiency and survivability in mind, each room in his side is outfitted with a crafting table and ender chest

It's a bit cramped, but his workspace has all the essentials. Loom, Smithing table,

Some furnaces, storage, a crafting table and Furnaces. Steve and some sculk. All the essentials.

Theo's always made potions, why stop now? The bed here is Inks, as she doesn't currently have a room. She lives here with Theo's trusty assistant, Frog Named Eris. He's hiding behind the brewing stands because he's a little camera shy.

His study and work area. Nothing much of note here, other than his actual notes.

Theo's bedroom. Two ender chests, for extra utility. I don't have a problem, what are you talking about?

Anyways, that's that. I couldn't show off every build, or even every bit of the builds I showed. Some things gotta be left to discovery. If anyone's curious, the SMP is called Wholesome Hellscape. WHS has been running for 4 years, it was founded by the amazing @inkmeloffical and it's still up and kicking. All builds here were made by its wonderful members. It's a 1.20.1 modded origins server with lore. If anyone's looking for an SMP to join, here's a link to the fan server, Applications open soon! https://discord.gg/F9V4AYJb EDIT: I've been given permission to share the actual application link: https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLScwY5RxrYMp2pZlBJ6kA-_MibSkZBbjm_wSRGEDl99XrY2pLg/viewform?usp=sf_link Apps close on the 16th, and if we like your application, we'll start reaching out shortly after that in order to plan for interviews. I highly encourage you to join the fanserver above in order to get more consistent updates about this. Happy Applying and good luck! Builds created by me, ink, @polaris-solaria, @el-slime, @azelphyrr, @endtalesans, and others.

[alienjaes]

Tiktok Blacksmith: "Hey, everyone. Due to tiktok's rules about certain words, i'm having to change my language a little in these videos going forward. Rest assured, it'll still be the same content!

Now, today we're going to make some forging unalives-"

[trixxedheart]

It is amazing how the "people that love and uplift transwomen" website will instantly fucking maul a transwoman if she even remotely insinuate that using radfem rhetoric harms trans people

[miraluking-respectfully]

felix being referred to more or less exclusively as "your soldier" in-game speaks to how little the writers put into his character beyond his noggin full of sith secrets & his relationship with the consular; still, i do find it kind of sweet and funny, in a way. he's not a republic soldier, not even your personal bodyguard; he's your soldier. the consular is a small nation-state in and of herself

[unproduciblesmackdown]

fr both taylor's quants as mirrors to themself. rian Seen as so meritous and deserving and talked to and tasked with and advised and considered but apparently rian's whole thing is going "huh. wha" and having wendy's level of self-reflection (none). winston who is begrudgingly allowed to sit in his corner and ignored b/c he's undeserving so he can't really be meritous and nobody would look in that mirror b/c it's gonna be So not their reflection. while he just won't stop cassandraing and having all these insights and perception and observations nobody even asked or told him to have and is peak taylor understander and just like taylor: isn't guided by a paper-thin ego but also will take criticism / blame / mistreatment Too Much for his own good

[the-rose-owl]

I'm going to lose my mind. Why do some people think that humans just have the magical ability to interpret animal behavior completely by intuition and have it never be wrong ever

[ryuusei-boi]

hey guys. chronically ill otomura gakuya

thoughts?

[forgotn1]

I know it's the years of bullying, rejection, and loneliness that cause it and I'm going to keep doing my best to push through and be more open with what I feel and what may come my way, but it's still incredibly difficult for me to imagine a world where someone is actually interested in me romantically. There's always that voice in the back of my head telling me there's better options out there. That people don't want that from me and I'm going to die alone. It's very hard not to listen to, especially as the years go on and I'm still alone. But I also know I can't get anywhere if I listen to it, so I just have to try and ignore it as best as I can.

[rafeysbunny]

‧₊˚ ⋅ i'll show you, rafe cameron

stepbro!rafe x fem!reader

masterlist

synopsis. in which your stepbrother kindly offers to show you porn for the first time.

warnings. stepbro!rafe, innocent!reader (but she's not an airhead), virgin!reader, smut, fingering, rafe putting in just the tip, oral sex (fem receiving), rafe licks his own creampie.

word count. 4k.

author's note. idea by @matts1andonly. english isn't my first language so there might be spelling mistakes, don't hold it against me. enjoy!

it's past midnight when you finally slide out of your bedroom without making a sound. you have been waiting patiently for your mom and ward to go to bed so you can do this without risking getting caught. wheezie is already asleep too, sarah is out with john b somewhere, and rafe left the house earlier, not telling anyone where to, so you know he's going to arrive late, as always.

it's the perfect moment.

rafe's room is down the hallway, so you make your way there quietly not to wake anyone, your barefoot feet making soft footstep sounds when you walk. once there, you open the door as carefully as you possibly can, knowing it creaks every time it gets open. this time, thanks to god, it does not.

you manage to sneak into the dormitory unnoticed, then shut the door behind you. the place is dark, only a faint glimmer of moonlight coming in through his curtains, but you want to lay low, so you don't turn on the lights. by all means, the dim lighting is enough for you to spot what you're looking for.

rafe's mac, laying there on his desk.

what's the point behind all of this? you might be wondering. well, let me answer you real quick. turns out, this handsome, muscled college guy has invited you on a date. problem is, you have never been on a date. you haven't even hold hands with a guy romantically before, much less kissed or fucked one. you simply refuse to come off as a prude, which honestly you are, but that dream of a man doesn't need to know that.

and that's why you have decided that it is a good idea to break into your stepbrother's bedroom and borrow his laptop, since yours broke last week, to watch porn in it for the first time.

well, now that you hear it out loud, it probably sounded better in your head. anyways...

you stroll towards the desk with languid steps and sit down on rafe's chair, small hands reaching hesitantly to open the laptop. you turn it on and the screen light illuminates your pretty face right away. you swear your fingers are shaking a little bit as you open up the browser and type 'porn videos' on the search bar.

somehow, you feel like you are doing something wrong, and you can't seem to shake the guilt away. either way, you don't back out. you click the enter button and, after just a few seconds, a million search results pop up. honestly, you don't know where to start, so you click on the first one, which redirects you to a website called pornhub.

the home page is full of videos, the first thing to catch your attention being the obscene thumbnails of each one of them. your cheeks flush a deep shade of red. you read some of the titles as you bite your lip nervously, realising most of them contain the word 'stepsister' in them, and you wonder if that is the only content posted on this page.

how innocent of you not to know that the website is making recommendations based on your stepbro's most searched tag.

before things escalate further, you spot rafe's airpods max sitting there on the desk and decide to grab them, connecting them to the laptop and putting them on —this way you can make sure no one overhears anything. after that, you spend a few more minutes scrolling through the page, during which you discover that there's a ton of categories to choose from.

how are you supposed to know which one to pick?

you are so invested in your little research, headphones canceling the noise, that you don't hear neither rafe opening the front door nor him walking up the stairs and, surely, don't notice him standing behind you until he speaks. and it's too late by then.

"the fuck are you doing, sweetheart?" he blurts, complete and utterly shocked to see his naive stepsister fuckin' watching pornhub.

well shit, maybe you aren't as innocent as he thought you were.

you jolt instantly, jumping out of your seat as you feel all the colour draining from your cheeks. no way rafe just caught you in the act. this can't be real. despite how bad you want to run away, you are left with no other choice but to turn around and face him, wishing the earth would swallow you up.

"i– this is not what it looks like, i swear i can explain," you stutter nervously, taking of the airpods with trembling hands. from here on, the anxious rambling begins, "i wasn't doing anything... this guy– well, i... i uhm– i got a date, 'kay? with this guy from class and– listen, i know this is silly, but..."

"jesus christ, baby, slow down, 'kay?" he stops you, his heart nearly melting from how cute you look, so shy and flustered. he almost feels bad for interrupting whatever the hell you were doing here.

the colour has returned to your cheeks, and you are all flushed now, from head to toe. your face feels like it's on fire; you have never been this embarrassed before.

"could you please start over?" he asks, hoping to hear a coherent explanation to why you are in his room, in the middle of the night, and watching porn on his laptop.

you take a deep breath, fidgeting with the hem of your top. you are so deeply ashamed that you don't seem to remember that you are wearing nothing but a flimsy white singlet and a tiny pair of matching panties. rafe's very aware of that fact, though, hungry eyes trailing all over your beautiful body.

"i've got a date with a guy from class," you start explaining, white teeth nibling occasionally on your plump bottom lip, "but i've never dated anyone, ya' know? i've no experience, and i don't want him to think i'm pathetic if we..."

"fuck?" he finishes your sentence, a roguish grin spreading across his handsome face.

if possible, your blush deepens even more at the vulgarity while you mutter a quiet 'yeah' in response.

honestly, he is a bit jealous of that guy. not only you are willing to let him fuck you, but you are also trying to learn how to do it properly so he has a good time doing it. yeez, what a shame for him he is going to kill him as soon as he finds out who he is; there's no chance rafe's letting you near any other man but him.

"i thought, uhm, maybe watching that would help..." you add coyly, his silence making you more nervous.

it is cute how you try to avoid saying words like 'fuck' or 'porn', like it is a crime to pronounce them or something.

"you know what? let's watch it together," he proposes.

there's a mischievous glint in his eyes that doesn't go unnoticed. you swear your cheeks might just explode at any second, and you can't help the pathetic stutter that comes out when you talk. "uhm, i don't think that'd be appropriate," you refuse, shaking your head.

"why not? you want help, and i can help you here, sweetheart," he answers, his voice surprisingly soft and gentle —unlike rafe, "that's what big brothers are for, aren't they?"

he takes a few steps in his direction until he is standing right beside you. then, he grabs the laptop in his large hands as he flashes you a wicked smirk, his curtain bangs falling messily on his forehead. you gulp, having him so close makes you feel a certain way; you cannot deny that.

"you, uhm, being my stepbrother is exactly why not," you stammer as you tilt your head back to look at him, his height towering over you.

"bullshit," he retorts, huffing. "you trust me?"

your first mistake is, probably, trusting rafe cameron. "yeah, i do, but..."

"that's why 'm perfect for the job, baby," he interrupts you. his words are clearly intended to manipulate you, but you are way too innocent to notice it, "i'm probably the guy you feel most comfortable with, aren't i? i can give ya' all the advice you need."

to be fair, he isn't wrong about that. you don't have any male friends, and you are honestly too embarrassed to ask your girlfriends for help on this department, not wanting them to think less of you. plus, rafe is a guy; he knows better what guys like, right?

"wouldn't it be kinda... weird ?" you ask, clearly hesistant.

"weird?" he repeats. "no, 'course not."

only a few more sweet, reassuring words is all it takes for him to gently coax you into watching his favourite pornos with him. his cock starts to harden in his pants just at the thought of having you like that. when you finally accept, he swears he's on cloud nine.

god, he's been wanting you for months now; he can't believe this is happening.

"c'mere, baby," he eagerly instructs you, getting on his bed.

he sits with his back resting on the headboard and pats the spot between his legs to invite you to sit there. he places the laptop next to him, the pornhub website still open on it. you move slowly towards him, cheeks slightly flushed from the embarrassment as you settle on the mattress in between his parted thighs, your back pressed to his hard chest.

he wraps one strong arm securely around your waist, his hand coming to rest gently on your tummy. with his other hand, he reaches for the laptop sitting beside him, carefully bringing it closer so the two of you can see the screen properly.

your heart is beating so fast in your chest that he can probably hear it, too. the way he is touching you is not making it easier for you to stay calm, either, his fingers tenderly tracing patterns on your belly over the thin fabric of your shirt while he scrolls through the page.

he seems to sense your discomfort and chuckles low in his throat, his warm breath tickling your ear. "relax, sis," he whispers teasingly, his voice laced with amusement. "i'm not gonna make you watch anything that'll traumatize you."

"it's just– this is a bad idea," you babble, fidgeting nervously when he finally clicks on a video and a pretty young woman appears on screen.

the actress is beautiful; she has a gorgeous body and face. her lips are full and pink, and she has these big, expressive eyes that appear to gleam. and you don't realize it, but she looks exactly like you.

the scene starts playing; in it, the girl is watching some movie with a guy that, apparently, is her roommate —at least that's what the title says.

"shhh..." he hushes you softly, his voice barely audible over the sounds emanating from his laptop's speakers. "just watch. don't overthink it."

"okay," you answer between gritted teeth.

your pretty eyes are fixed on the laptop while you try not to cringe at how bad the script and acting are, which is nearly impossible, to be honest. despite that, you keep watching in silence as the video plays, growing more flustered as the clock ticks.

you didn't know mouths could be used for that... interesting.

as opposed to you, rafe's pretty chill behind you, like he's unbothered by this whole situation —he's actually hard as fuck inside his pants, the thing is you haven't noticed. you wonder how he can act so unfazed, since you keep pushing your thighs together to try and soothe the throbbing sensation building in between them while you take in the lewd actions occurring on screen.

you weren't expecting your body to have this reaction, and now you don't know what to do to make it stop.

rafe soon becomes aware of the way you keep letting out soft sighs and squirming in his arms, plush ass rubbing against his cock every time you do it. it's a miracle he is still holding back, though he doesn't know how much time he will be able to.

he's not even paying attention to the video anymore, his entire focus put on you. he finally ventures to lean in, his hot breath grazing the shell of your ear as he whispers, "you know, i could do that to you..." his hand slowly slides to your plush thigh and he gives it a gentle squeeze.

his movements are measured and controlled not to scare you, but your breath hitches in your chest at his actions either way, body tensing up in his grasp. your brain is telling you to push him away, but the insistent throb in your sex doesn't like that idea, not one bit.

"you– you could?" you utter quietly, not taking your eyes away from the laptop.

rafe notices the uncertainty in your voice, but the way you haven't pushed him away yet emboldens him to continue, his large hand gradually sliding north.

"yeah, baby," he murmurs huskily against your ear, fingertips brushing along your inner thigh. "i could put my fingers inside you, just like he's doing to her..."

his words make you blush heavily as a little gasp is released from your pouty lips. "would it feel good?" you ask naively.

your eyes are transfixed in the sight of the guy on the screen pushing his fingers inside the girl's pussy. god, she seems like she's enjoying it so much... and you desperately want to feel like that too. you can't even bring yourself to care that it's your stepbrother offering to show you.

rafe's fingers creep higher and higher until they're barely brushing against your cotton panties. "yeah," he growls huskily against your ear, "it'd feel real good, sweetheart. i promise..."

you shudder, a sweet little mewl escaping your throat involuntarily. you can't help but blush at your own reaction, slightly embarrassed by it. you tear your eyes away from the screen, head falling back against his chest as you look up at him.

"it's throbbing, rafe..." you whine, self-control slipping from your hands. "can you make it better?"

rafe's fingers finally make contact with your wet underwear, pressing against your clit through the fabric. he rubs gentle circles around your sensitive nub, his other hand curling around your supple thigh to spread your legs wider.

"oh, baby, you're soaked through your panties..." he pants out.

your body literally melts into his touch like butter, perfectly shaped brows knitting together in a frown of pleasure. the girl in the video moans, and you do too, both sounds echoing in the silence of his room.

taking your moan as an invitation, rafe carefully hooks his fingers in the gusset of your panties to push them aside, exposing your sopping cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. then, he traces your wet slit slowly, leisurely, as if savoring the velvety feel of your skin.

"such a pretty little pussy..." he praises, eyes hungrily taking in the pink expanse of flesh.

you squirm and let out a soft whimper, biting your lip right after to avoid keep making noises; the last thing you want is to wake up your parents or wheezie. rafe notices your struggle and swiftly reaches up to cover your mouth with his free hand, muffling your sweet moans.

he gathers some of the wetness dripping out of your cunt before trailing his fingers all the way up to your clit, rubbing it gently. your eyes roll back, hips bucking up against his hand instinctively. the way your swollen bud throbs beneath his fingertips is going to make you mad. he begins to touch your clit in fast, tight circles, his other hand still holding your mouth shut to keep you quiet.

he leans in to whisper against your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, "if you make a sound, i'll stop, got it?"

you nod obediently in response, making your best effort to comply; you don't want him to stop doing this, never. as a reward, rafe slides a thick finger down your slit and presses it against your clenched entry, steadily applying pressure until your tight muscles finally give in and allow his digit ingress.

"so fuckin' tight," he groans under his breath at the feeling of your narrow pussy engulfing his finger.

withdrawing his finger almost all the way out, he teases your entrance with the tip, making you tremble with anticipation before pushing it back in to the knuckle, his palm cupping your mound as he starts to thrust in a smooth, lazy rhythm. you swallow a whiny cry while your eyelids flutter shut, pretty face scrunched in a blissful expression.

rafe works his finger in and out of your slick pussy slowly, marveling at how your velvety walls flutter around the digit. he curls it inward, searching for that special spot that's guaranteed to drive you wild.

after a few experimental pokes, rafe's fingertip finally brushes over your g-spot, eliciting a muffled moan from under his palm. he smiles wickedly against your skin, and you shudder in his grasp, pleasure waves running through your body.

"that's it, sweetheart... feel good?" he croons softly, fingering you nice and deep.

you can't bring yourself to reply, the sensation of his large digit fucking your pussy, added to the constant rubbing of his palm against your puffy clit has your mind feeling all fuzzy. your body language is the only answer he needs, though.

rafe leans in to tenderly nip at your neck, his hot mouth latching onto your slender throat as he keeps pumping his finger steadily in and out of your dripping cunt. he knows you're close when he feels your inner muscles starting to clench erratically around his digit.

"rafe," you moan onto his palm as you feel this new, strange sensation building in your tummy, pussy tingling so nicely.

heaven help him. hearing you, his stepsister, moan his name like that makes rafe's hard dick throb almost painfully against his zipper.

and then it happens. the coil in your belly suddenly snaps and you have to bite onto your lip harshly to keep yourself from screaming as you cum for the very first time, on your stepbrother's hand. rafe continues to pump his finger in and out of your spasming cunt as you ride out your climax, wanting to prolong your pleasure.

when you finally come down from your high, you're all shaky and flustered in his arms, panting heavily to try and catch your breath. he has a satisfied smirk on his lips while he slowly withdraws his slick digit from your quivering hole to bring it up to his mouth and lick it clean, savoring your taste.

"did so well for me, baby," he coos as he uncovers your mouth, gently turning your head to the side to press a kiss to your swollen, red lips.

you return it sloppily, eyes fluttering shut in the process, and you sigh contently against his mouth. he can't help but rock his hips against your ass, rubbing his hard on against you.

"did i make you feel good?" he asks between little kisses, his breathing growing uneven. you nod in response. "yeah? then it's just fair you make me feel good too, sweetheart... wanna do that f'me?"

"yes," you whisper against his lips without even thinking, feeling him smirk into the kiss.

"such a good girl," he praises.

at some point, the porn video playing on his laptop ended, so he simply closes it up and tosses it away, the device landing somewhere on his king size bed. then, he turns you both around, until you are laying on the mattress and he is on top of you.

he is quick to undo his pants and yank them down, just enough to free his raging hard on, which bounces against his abs. let me tell you this, he's big, the tip pink and fat, already leaking precum.

suddenly, realization hits you. this is your stepbrother for god's sake, are you really gonna let him fuck you?

he notices how your body tenses up, one hand reaching to stroke your plush thigh reassuringly while the other wraps around his shaft, giving it a slow pump.

"hey, baby, relax..." he whispers gently, "i'll put just the tip in, yeah? there's nothing wrong with that."

you hesitate. his strong arms slide beneath your legs to tug you closer. then his cock brushes your pussy and you whimper. how are you supposed to say 'no' ?

it's just the tip.

"mhmm, 'kay" you end up agreeing with a little nod.

rafe flashes you a lopsided smirk, his hand gripping his cock again while the free one yanks your panties aside once more. keeping eye contact, he slowly glides the fat head of his dick up and down your drenched slit, coating it thoroughly in your arousal. you shudder as his tip eventually meets your puffy clit, the gentle rubbing sending shivers down your spine.

"rafe," you whimper.

rafe's eyelids droop, a low hum of pleasure escaping his throat as he continues to slowly drag the reddened head up and down your chubby pussy lips with squelching sounds. his breathing grows heavier the longer he teasingly rolls it against your slick folds, reveling in your breathy whimpers. he feels like he's about to burst already, pre-cum steadily leaking from the tip and onto your flesh.

he can't fucking take this anymore.

with a slow, gentle thrust, he sinks his cock into your warm, slippery pussy, just the head breaching your entrance before he pauses, savoring the initial penetration. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"jesus, fuck." he grunts.

your cunt starts fluttering around him. he has barely slided the first two inches in, as he promised, but he's so thick that even that feels like a tight fit. you let out a moan, which mingles with a strained groan from rafe as your velvety walls clench tightly around his swollen cockhead.

"gonna– might just nut already, shit" rafe mutters through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to just drive forward and hilt himself deep. "so goddamn tight."

your hips buck unconsciously against his, making him slip in just a tad further —which nearly makes him lose all his self-control. somehow, he manages to keep his shit together, hips rocking slowly to thrust in and out of you while his veiny hand strokes the rest of his shaft.

you're totally enthralled by the sight, liquid heat pooling in your belly while you watch him use your body for his pleasure. he looks so good, you can't believe he's real. your chest fills with pride at the knowledge that you're making this greek god feel good.

this is the fastest rafe has ever cum, the movement of his hips becoming jerky and sloppy after a few minutes as he spills his sperm inside you. he's panting heavily, sweat beading on his brow while his fist squeezes the base of his cock tightly.

you're left wanting more when he slowly pulls out, pussy stretched out and leaking white spurts of cum. he gazes down at you with a smirk, lightly tapping the head of his dick against your swollen clit, which has you writhing beneath him.

"so fuckin' gorgeous stuffed full of my cum," he whispers, his cock smearing the sticky substance all over your slit. you mewl in response. "hmm, 'm sorry for making such a mess on your pretty pussy, sweetheart, lemme clean it up, yeah?"

you blush in response when he leans forward, throwing your creamy thighs over his broad shoulders, to put his mouth onto your sex. you almost cry at the heavenly feeling, his playful tongue delving between your folds to lap up his own release. he cleans you up thoroughly, only to mess you up again right after, his spit soaking your cunt as he makes you cum again.

after tonight, you are cancelling that date, that's for sure.

[frid4y]

the big brick frat house that you always pass on your walks to class, seemingly silent during the day time. mainly because your class is at 8 am sharp. but the loud party music and sound of drunk college kids buzzing in your ear after 10 pm every night never goes unnoticed.

you've been inside a few times, always during a party, and while you were on the verge of blackout drunk. your memory is very faint on the boys in the frat, only knowing of the most notorious, satoru gojo. he's the apparently typical whore, the rumors of him fucking everything in sight swirling around. you never took the time to listen, it wasn't any of your business.

until you met him at one of his parties. you got a vibe from him, and it didn't scream slut. although his attempt of it was painfully obvious. the subtle attempts to talk about how rich he was, how he's always partying with girls, how everyone is dying to hang out with him, how "experienced" he was..if this was his way of attracting women, they must all be fucking idiots. and you mayy be one of 'em.

it wasn't until you were in his obnoxiously large bedroom, straddling his muscular thighs in an intense make out session that you realized.. "he's anything but a whore, he's a little virgin..” what made it obvious? his nervousness when you entered his bedroom, his inability to figure out where on your body to keep his hands, and the wet patch forming at the front of his jeans. he came in his pants, just from kissing you.

"o-okay.. i may have exaggerated.. but i can figure it out! i'm a fast learner! just s-show me what to do.." he stammers out, the space between his brows creasing as he stares up at your expression. you giggle at his flustered reaction, i mean.. it was obvious to anyone who paid enough attention past the facade.

"it's okay... for now, just sit there and look pretty. k?" you say, your fingers at the hem of his shirt, lifting it off his upper body. he obediently nods while watching his t-shirt quickly be thrown somewhere in his room. fuck, you were gonna have fun with him.

and that you did. his loud incoherent moans and whimpers about how good your pussy feels. satoru lays under you, his eyes glazed over as he stares into yours as you ride him. he keeps his hands on your hips to guide you up and down his length, seeing how it was a struggle to get his thick cock inside you. it's always the virgins, isn't it?

“n-nghh, so good..fuck I cantt—be gentle..” satoru whines, his toes curling at the newfound pleasure he’s experiencing. his fingers dig into your skin as he babbles on, his mind foggy and only focused on the feeling of you wrapped around him. his white lashes fluttering as he struggles to keep his eyes open.

his delirious words of encouragement trail into soft moans as his grip slips from your hips to your thighs, using his big hands to guide you along his dick again. his abs flex as he feels your cunt clenching around him, causing his lips to part in pure desire and arousal.

satoru’s moans get louder at every roll and bounce of your hips. his brain is genuinely fried, reduced to base instinct. he whimpers as you slow your movements, feeling every inch of his cock while it throbs inside you. “shit.. j-just like t-that. i’m gonna c-cum baby—don’t stop..” his voice gets higher as his eyes get low and glossy.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck—” is the last thing you hear before you feel his cum fill you, his cock twitching inside you and his hips bucking up to chase the feeling. such weak pullout game. satoru lies there, his chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

“i think i love you-“

[areislol]

twitter links w/ hsr men

pairings. blade, jing yuan, aventurine, sunday, gepard, sampo x afab/fem! reader

warnings. NSFW no minors! please read at your own discretion, explicit/18+ smut, established relationships for most, brat taming for blade, mention of being called a whore (teasing manner) for aventurine, mentions of puppy for gepard but there's no meaning about it. aggressive sex, passionate sex, masturbation (fem.) sub! gepard for 1 twt link, fingering

a/n. i don't think i've done one for hsr yet... or genshin so maybe that'll be in the future. sorry (not sorry) guys i'm ovulating (i need them all carnally). also i think for some you need to be logged in twitter for them to work! this only has a couple of characters cause i'm a bit lazy today

blade

✧ fucking you so good from behind, "you like that don't you?"

✧ eating you out in a room just beside his colleuges room, he likes the risk and it turns on him. you feel the same way, right?

✧ teasing you for being such a brat, spanking your tight pussy and rubbing soft languid on your sensitive clit. you'll learn your lesson sooner or later.

✧ the size difference never fails to amaze him. but that's fine, he'll take his time with you.

✧ making you cum just by his slender fingers

jing yuan

✧ riding your boyfriend jing yuan

✧ fucking you in his bathroom while you're wearing his shirt. how adorable of you ♡

✧ best friend! jing yuan who fucks you right and how you deserved to be fucked. "feels good doesn't it? i know baby but you need to keep your voice down.. your mom is here.." it's quite hard to stay quiet while being pounded relentlessly, isn't it?

✧ a 5 star meal in his opinion, nothing beats your pussy.

aventurine

✧ slowly and painstakingly teasing you with his cock, oh, and you're wearing that new blindfold he bought for you!

✧ bouncing up and down on his dick, "like the whore you are"

✧ morning sex (is this based off the artwork recently posted by hoyo? yes)

✧ fingering you from behind

✧ "fuck..." aventurine loves hearing you moan

sunday

✧ "ride my face, please."

✧ passionate sex with sunday

✧ giving your boyfriend an awaited tit job ♡

✧ restricting your movement by binding you. "stop moving or i won't put it in." he says while also rubbing his hardness on your entrance.

✧ fucking you 'till you're braindead

gepard

✧ your puppy boyfriend who loves eating you out. best meal ever.

✧ breeding you just like you asked, one peak down at the messy sight gets him 10x more hard. good luck with a horny gepard

✧ milking your beloved with a vibrator

✧ teasing your poor husband with a video of your wet pussy while he's at work.

sampo

✧ your boyfriend still continuing to finger you through your orgasm. overstimulated would be an understatement.

✧ making out in your room

✧ fucking you aggressively after seeing his rival, gepard, flirt with you (?? gepard flirting??)

✧ your pleasure is his pleasure//masturbating while eating you out

a/n: me after not writing anything for a couple of weeks (i think almost a month?) :) i haven't done this in SO long. no continue reading for this since it's short. (this is a shitpost)

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