#like you should only do it to create children and if you take pleasure in it (even if its with your own spouse) youre a dirty sinner

[theygender]

The more I learn about judaism the more I wonder where tf christianity got all its bad shit. Why is divorce a sin in christianity when judaism has recognized the right to divorce for nearly a millennia and has codified religious laws for it. Why does christianity consider sex to be dirty (to the point where puritans considered it a sin to enjoy having sex with your own spouse) when in judaism it's considered holy and it's a literal mitzvah to have sex with your spouse on the sabbath. Why does christianity consider it a sign that you're faithless if you question your religion when in judaism that's considered an essential part to developing your faith. I'm probably stating the obvious here but I still can't get over the fact that there's no historical basis to any of this shit before christianity started, it's like christians just said "hey guys what if we took the torah and built a new religion around it but this time it was actively hostile to human life"

#rambling #disclaimer this isnt about individual christians im speaking about the religious trauma i experienced in my own life etc etc #these are just a few examples that I've noticed but they're definitely something #the part about sex in particular shocked me bc sex is pretty much viewed as actively evil in a lot of christian denominations #like you should only do it to create children and if you take pleasure in it (even if its with your own spouse) youre a dirty sinner #there arent as many examples like this nowadays but if you read puritan laws about sex it's like #you're allowed to have sex with your wife basically 10 times a year but you have to be fully clothed with the lights off #and you cant have sex on a holiday or a sunday and you cant touch each other and you have to try as hard as possible to hate it #literally WHERE did that mindset come from?? like for real #in judaism having sex with your spouse is basically considered a celebration of everything holy #and if you have sex on the sabbath (the holiest day in the jewish calendar—above every holiday) #its considered TWICE as holy #make it make sense #this is one of the things people mean when they say that lumping judaism in with christianity as 'abrahamic' religions is meaningless #theyre literally nothing alike #the only similarity is the torah but thats only half of the christian bible and one third of the jewish one #AND christianity interprets most of it completely differently from how judaism does #im tired #greatest hits #hall of fame

[thestarsofpines]

a little wip of a combination of prompts and AUs I've seen that I just had to give my own take on.

Damian was bored. He’d followed Father around for most of the night, listening absentmindedly to the trivial blabbering of rich socialites that tried to suck up to the prince of Gotham. He could only handle it for so long, patience quickly running out as a few shoved their own children his way, perhaps hoping the young heir would make a friend and create easier access to the Wayne wealth. Pitiful. 

The young teen stood off to the side of a polished dance floor that had couples mingling and swaying to the soft classical music playing. He’d picked up a drink and was sipping at it slowly, just to have something to do with his hands. He itched for something to do that wasn’t making small, meaningless talk.

He hears footsteps approaching, perhaps a bit heavier than intended, as if it was a warning for someone that they were approaching.

“Little Badger, we talked about this in great detail earlier, you are not to leave my sight-“

Just as a man moves to place a hand on Damian’s shoulder, the teen turns around and glares at the man. He takes in the details of the man quickly; older, likely mid forties if not older, gray hair pulled back into a low ponytail, vibrant blue eyes that at first are narrowed at him in perhaps annoyance before they turn wide with shock. The man recovers quickly, expression turning apologetic as he steps back.

“Oh-my most sincere apologies, I thought you were someone else!” He breathes out, and his expression shifts again to one of slight surprise as he takes in more of Damian’s features from the front. “My, you two do look quite alike.” He says easily, hand coming back to rest beside him before he places both his hands behind his back. “I do apologize again, young sir…?”

Bruce spots this interaction, politely ends the conversation he was in, and makes his way over to investigate. 

“Damian Wayne, my son.” Bruce slides up to the pair, standing easily at Damian’s right. “Vlad Masters, yes?”

Said man’s eyes widen ever so slightly at the easy recognition and at the fact that he could’ve accidentally torn into such an influential young man as he’d been planning to do to whoever he was looking for, but he recovers quickly again.

“Yes, I was just apologizing to your boy here, Mr. Wayne. It seems he has quite a lot of physical similarities to my godson.”

Damian remains silent, but nods in the direction of the billionaire. Something isn’t sitting right with him about Masters, but he can’t put it into words. He’ll allow Father to handle the situation, for the moment. 

“Oh? Why, that is quite interesting.” Bruce smiles, open and disarming. He places a hand on Damian’s shoulder, and gives a subtle squeeze. “What’s the young man’s name?”

“Daniel,” And the grip tightens ever so slightly. “He is the son of some old family friends who unfortunately cannot take care of him anymore, so I’ve become his legal guardian in their stead.”

“How kind, opening your house to a youth in need.” Bruce continues, pushing for more information. “From experience I know how hard that can be. Raising a teenager is no cakewalk that’s for sure.”

“Oh yes, I do recall hearing of your experiences with adoption; you’re up to four adoptions now, yes?” There’s a hint of something in Vlad’s eyes, likely aware of the information seeking nature of this conversation but unconcerned by it. Intriguing. “I can hardly claim to have such kindness, one fifteen year old is enough for me.”

Damian has to physically restrain his face from reacting. Perhaps this is another cloning situation. Perhaps this Vlad Masters should be higher on the priority list of people to investigate closely. 

“Oh, well I do believe I have taken up enough of your time, Mr. Wayne. I really must get looking for Daniel, as we do intend to leave soon.” Vlad holds out a hand to the two, smiling confidently. “It was a pleasure to meet you both.” 

Bruce takes it and shakes it politely; Damian’s following is more forced in its gentleness. Vlad Masters unsettles him and it is driving him mad that he cannot pinpoint why. 

“Enjoy the rest of the gala, Vlad Masters. Perhaps our paths will cross again soon.”

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dp x dc au #dp x dc crossover #demon twin au #damian and danny are twins #danny is trans #will be important later #i haven't sat down and written this much in years-the document is over 25 pages holy shit #my writing #writing wip #my wips

[chrollosbm]

Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

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[mcflymemes]

AS SAID BY ZEVRAN ARAINAI  *  assorted dialogue from dragon age: origins, updated version

i'll take that as an apology.

if you want to bed me, you have only to ask.

that's rather saucy of you, isn't it?

magic can kill. knives can kill. even small children, when launched at very fast speeds, can kill.

so let us pretend that i do, indeed, believe murder is wrong.

you say that like it's a bad thing.

why have we not made love as of yet?

how will you ever learn how to pleasure each other unless you talk about it?

it drives me mad with desire.

do i detect a bit of jealousy there? feeling territorial, are we?

sounds intriguing, if you ask me.

you get the most delightful wrinkle in your brow when you are curious.

shall i describe the rest of the ritual to you?

those stories you heard? all true.

i see where this is going. downhill. and quickly too.

you seem rather charmed by the idea.

i am willing to take my chances.

it is flattery only if i exaggerate the truth to please you. i am but stating a simple fact.

now i regret that extra pie at lunch.

so let me get this straight. you have... never wooed? not once? you are woo-less, as it were?

perhaps you have people you need killed.

i said no such thing.

politics and death go together like kisses and lovemaking.

you are... feeling all right, yes? perhaps you are tired?

one day you will realize that you have wasted your youth and beauty on bitterness and suspicion, mark my words.

i'm sorry... are you speaking to me?

does that make you jealous?

i admire you. you are a wicked, wicked woman.

i do not think you a fool. we are not so dissimilar, after all. i know what you are doing.

if you like, i could hoist you up on my back.

i don't go into forests as a rule.

i can think of many other things we can do other than sleep.

when the prey is caught, it deserves a good death, a clean death.

i am not permitted to tell you what they mean.

surely you can see i am serious now. i honestly wish to know.

didn't you desire companionship during those two years?

adventure has changed you.

so i imagine it has been some time for you.

i simply offer my services should you ever feel the need for... release.

has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess?

you should be admired by painters, copied by sculptors, exalted by poets.

i am so confused. i think i may cry. may i lay my head in your bosom?

i couldn't help hearing about your... predictament.

how could one kill such a creature without bedding it, first?

could you destroy something as pretty as i am?

one would have to be blind not to realize how very pretty we all are, and how important that is to preserve.

creating a new life can be a great deal of fun.

your form is wonderous, that's true.

i've thought about your predicament, my friend.

surely this must bring you discomfort, knowing you can never partake in such pleasures.

which girl? i saw many and i watched them all.

on second thought, i suppose it would be rude of me to intrude on another man's domain.

you are only slightly more attractive to me than a slime-filled pool of swamp water.

are you dispensing professional advice now?

and here i was becoming rather fond of the idea of you watching me closely.

that cynicism will serve you well, my friend. hold onto it.

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[dyns33]

The Temple

Morpheus x female reader 

Y/N was not immortal. She was not a goddess, or a fairy, or a witch.

Only a human waitress who had gotten a job at the New Inn, and had quickly become friends with the owner, Mr. Gadling.

Hob, as he liked to be called, was a bit of a strange man. Very nice, high school history teacher, who used the rest of his free time to take care of his pub, where he served customers while correcting his students' homework.

When asked how he managed to find the time to do everything, he replied mysteriously that he had plenty of time.

It was during a night that Y/N discovered her boss's secret.

As they were going to close, after cleaning the tables and turning off the lights, a man came in, pointing a gun at them, ordering them to give him the money.

Not wanting trouble, Hob agreed, giving everything they had as quickly as possible. But the man had then looked at Y/N with a funny look.

It wasn't hard to know what he was thinking. But before he could speak, Mr. Gadling had then lunged at him, grabbing his arm so he was no longer pointing his gun at Y/N. The fight was quick, a shot was fired, and both men fell to the ground.

The thief was unconscious, as Hob clutched his chest, watching his blood flow. Y/N let out a scream, grabbing a towel to put pressure on the wound, while picking up her phone to call for help, refusing to think that it was unnecessary, as the bullet was at the location of the heart.

Then a strange thing happened. Mr. Gadling was in pain, it was obvious, but he tried to smile anyway, a twisted grin, looking at her kindly. He took her phone and hung up, before wiping away her tears, no longer worrying about his injury.

    "Don't cry, duck. It's okay."

    "Hob... Hob, I'm sorry."

    "No, don't be. It's not your fault. Why are people so stupid and rude ? He couldn't take the money and leave ? As a gentleman, I couldn't leave him to you. touch. Don't worry, I... I just need some time. Then you can call the police."

    "But... You will die." she sobbed.

     "... Can you keep a little secret for when we have to make our depositions ?"

It turned out that Hob Gadling could not die. Not if he didn't want to at least. 

It wasn't very clear, and he himself didn't seem to really know how things worked, but after an hour his wound was almost healed, they were able to clean up the blood and call the police.

    "Well... It was a pleasure to meet you." he sighed when they were alone. "I'm going to have to grab my things and leave now. If you could be lovely and not tell anyone until I'm gone..."

    "What ? You're leaving ?! Why ?!"

    "As soon as someone finds out my secret or suspects something, I leave. I can't stay in the same place for more than twenty years. It was nice, I'll probably come back later when everyone will have forgotten me. I will say that I am a nephew. Damn, I hoped to be there if my stranger decided to find me."

    "But you don't need to leave ! I won't say anything, I swear !"

Hob gazed at her for a long time, considering the situation, before deciding that he trusted her.

He trusted her so much that he told her his whole story. His adventures. His marriage, wife and children.

His stranger.

Another immortal, or something else, supernatural creature, vampire, demon, god.

The one he considered a friend, whom he met once every hundred years, with whom he had argued, and who hadn't come to their last date.

    "Oh." said Y/N sadly. "Why ?"

    "You should ask him. Although he probably won't answer, he's not very good at communication. Maybe he's still mad at me. Maybe he'll never come again. In addition, the pub where we met has closed. That's why I created this place, so that if one day he comes back, he can find me, like before."

Loneliness was a feeling that Y/N knew quite well. Attachment too, to certain people that we always wanted to have with us and whose mere presence made us happy.

Helping Hob Gadling became her mission. Because he was her boss, her friend, her savior, and she wanted him to be happy. So she would do everything to make sure he stayed as long as possible at the New Inn, until his stranger returned.

She took care of the place with much more ardor and love than before, making it warm, welcoming, alive. People who came to the pub all said that the owner and the waitress brought them a little joy and hope.

Every day, Y/N came to work wondering if the stranger would be here this time. Even without knowing him, he occupied her thoughts and her nights. Her dreams. She would picture a tall, pale man, with raven hair, eyes containing a starry night, and from which there emanated something indescribable. She really wanted to meet him, and for him to come back to see Robert, who had been waiting for him for more than a hundred years.

Since he didn't seem human, she wondered if he would hear her prayers. In any case, she didn't know how she could love someone she had never seen, nor how she could miss him.

And one day, when she went to ask Hob if he wanted another coffee to finish correcting his students' papers, she found him sitting across from a man. Even though her instinct immediately told her that it wasn't a man. He was too expressionless to be a man, and he looked a lot like her dreams.

    "Ah ! Y/N !" Hob said when he saw her, his eyes sparkling and a huge smile on his face. "I must introduce you ! Y/N, this is my stranger. Stranger, this is Y/N, my employee and my friend."

    "I see." said the stranger in a distant voice. "Honored to properly meet you, young priestess."

    "Priestess ?"

    "Of course. This temple was built for me, its essence, its walls, all sing in my name, and while you became my priest, Hob Gadling, you were aided by this priestess."

     "... What ?" Hob and Y/N said at the same time.

     "Didn't you feel it ?"

     "Not really, dove." answered the immortal, a little lost. "Are the other employees also priests ?"

     "No. They do not know the purpose of this place."

Y/N didn't really know how to react. By deciding to work at the pub and help Hob, she hadn't signed up to become the priestess of an unknown, visibly tempestuous god who could harm her if she didn't celebrate him properly.

Frightened, she excused herself to serve other customers, before staying behind the counter, as far as possible from Hob and his stranger, who looked at her for a while, before resuming their conversation.

When the god was gone, her boss tried to reassure her. He had been as surprised as she by the term "priest", but he didn't think it really made sense. It only seemed to please his stranger that someone thought of him when creating a place.

     "I don't think he's going to get you in trouble. He never gave me any. Yeah, it hurt me when he left, but that's it, and he came back, and now he will come back In a hundred years, when you... Anyway, he won't give you trouble, I promise you, and if he does, I'll never talk to him again."

This did not reassure her. Y/N went home wondering if she should quit or if it was too late for that. If she had made a pact with the devil without doing it on purpose, like Hob who had become immortal without knowing why.

She still managed to fall asleep despite her fears, only to find herself in a pub that looked like the New Inn, but older.

     "This is the White Horse. Hob Gadling and I used to meet there a long time ago."

The stranger was there, seated at a table by the fire, slowly waving his hand to invite her to take a seat in the chair opposite him. Imagining that she had no choice, Y/N obeyed.

     "I sensed that you were afraid of me, Y/N Y/L/N. My raven informed me that I needed to talk to you to clarify the situation."

     "Your raven ?"

      “Matthew. He can be impertinent, but he has some good advice, when he wants to. As a priestess of the Dreaming, you have certain responsibilities, but you don't have to worry about them. You already fulfill them remarkably well."

     "I don't understand." Y/N sighed, still scared.

     "Very well. I am Dream of the Endless, Morpheus, Master of dreams and nightmares, prince of stories. As my priestess, it is your duty to welcome the dreamers, to entertain them, to give them hope, to guide them on the right path and to ensure that they leave without injury. You are already doing all this, with Hob Gadling as with all those who enter my temple. So I have nothing more to ask from you."

     "... He's going to be furious."

     "... Who ?" asked the stranger, Morpheus, his brow furrowing, giving expression to his doll's face for the first time.

     "Hob ! You haven't told him your name for ages, when I just met you. We're going to be in trouble."

     "Oh ? Really ? I'll think about telling him next time."

     "A hundred years from now ? When I... When I'm gone ? No offense, but I couldn't keep this secret until I died."

     "I was thinking of returning next week, if my obligations permit it. Fear not, I will speak to Hob Gadling. And to my sister, if you wish so, dear priestess. Your love haunts the walls of my temple, as well of your dreams. I will do what I can to make you happy."

He then stood up, the pub around them growing hazy. As if it was perfectly normal, Morpheus took the time to kiss her hand wishing her a good day, then Y/N woke up.

She hesitated to mention this encounter to Hob. Maybe it was just a dream after all. She decided not to give too many details, indicating only that she had dreamed of the stranger, who had confirmed to her that he expected nothing from her, and that he would return soon.

     "Soon ? Next week ? Really ? That would be wonderful !" Hob marveled, hopping around the tables like a 600-year-old child.

     "Yes, wonderful. He also talked about his sister."

     "His sister ?"

     "He said he would talk to her if that was what I wanted." repeated Y/N, continuing to wash the windows, while observing the raven which was standing on a tree.

     "I didn't know he had a sister, but good for him ! He's coming back !"

Morpheus returned, to give his name to Hob who happily accepted it, and to tell Y/N that his sister had accepted. He didn't immediately explain what that meant. It took several years, a panic attack, and Matthew the talking raven to make it clearer.

Even if he hadn't known his name before, Hob was right, his stranger was not very good at communication, too glad to have two priests, and maybe two friends, now immortal.

#Sandman #morpheus #morpheus x reader #morpheus fanfiction #dream of the endless #dream of the endless x reader #dream of the endless imagine #dream of the endless fanfiction

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Hi! Thanks for your tremendous work, it's always a pleasure to read your blog! I just wanted to ask your opinion on Hidden Inventory / Premature Death Arc. I know this one is important to make parallels on different characters' stories, but I for me this arc is a surprise. I mean why would Gege suddenly make us involve in the future? 🥲 I just don't understand how he could come to telling us the stories from the past. Do you find it fitting?

Jujutsu Kaisen is a story primarily about cycles: the previous generation giving way to the newer one, spring turning into summer. In particular it's about the passing of the torches between generations. The elders in Jujutsu Society resist what is natural, they are such hardline traditionalists they often sacrifice the young because they refused to give way and let the new generation replace them.

Gojo Satoru's ideals which are in opposition to the elders state that not only should children be allowed to live out their youths, they should surpass their elders. Gojo is staunchly opposed to say, the elitist Zen'in who believe themselves the strongest, or even Sukuna the greater sorcerer of all time, in the fact he wants the kids he's raising to grow stronger than him.

On the flip side, Jujutsu Kaisen is also about negative cycles, like the curses which can never truly die so are exorcised only to be reformed. It's also about the cycle of abuse, such as Toji being abused by the Zen'in, only to abandon his own son in turn. The flashback arc is necessary, because the problems the current generation are facing started with the previous one. These problems persist because the cycle is unbroken.

Tengen in their explanation states that the distortion that caused Kenjaku's plans to succeed in the modern day happened eleven years ago, and he lists two reasons why, first Zen'in Toji who was not affected by cursed energy, and second Geto who could control curses.

Toji is hailed as the destroyer of destinies because he's free form cursed energy, but as for a more meta-textual reason why Toji gets as much focus in story as he does, is because much like Maki he's a product of the worst abuses of sorcerer society.

There's a reason for this line here when Toji appears before the collected members of the Zen'in Clan, Naobito the head, Maki the Toji of her generation, and Megumi who was almost sold to them and is Toji's son who he abandoned therefore another link in the chain of abuse.

All of these characters are effected by the cycle of abuse in the Zen'in Clan, yes, even Naobito and later on Naoya who appear to be at the top. It's that whole "Toxic Masculinity harms men" thing too. Naobito was not born a drunken, abusive jerk and he was likely not a good father in any capacity considering the way Naoya acts.

They're all trapped in the cycle known as the Zen'in Clan, and they all stare on in envy to the one they think is free, Toji, who escaped and became the sorcerer killer. Toji who, the whole clan was secretly fearful of because they believed he had the capability of killing them / also according to Naoya's take looked down on him because he was an otherworldly strength they did not recognize and tried to suppress him to make themselves feel superior.

Either way, Toji is someone who they have put down their entire life because he wasn't born to meet their standards, because he's something new and different from tradition and the big three houses are the worst traditionalists of Jujustu Society. The Toji they all fear however, is a monster created by the Zen'in Clan themselves. Despite being abused by toxic masculinity, Toji is also toxic masculinity incarnate. He drinks, gambles all of his money away, he's an absentee father, and his greatest onscreen time is shooting a girl who's about Mai's age in cold blood. If Mai was the ultimate victim of the Zen'in Clan's toxic masculinity, then Riko is also the ultimate victim of Toji's masuclinity which didn't just target sorcerers but reached out and targeted innocent girls (Riko) and children (Megumi).

The explanation of who Toji was in the past, how he both killed Riko and drove the wedge between Geto and Gojo's friendship creating the first dsiruption in the cycle is important because in the modern day the Zen'in Clan has not broken the cycle. The abuse of the Zen'in Clan is so bad, that one generation later they've already manufactured another Toji.

While Maki's rise to power is glorified a little bit too much, in story the fact that the cycle has repeated itself is not a good thing. Maki's lost her chance of happiness and reconciliation with Mai, she's won against the Zen'in but it's a pyrrhic victory, she's now strong at the cost of everything else. As I said before Mai is also a clear parallel to Riko, someone who just wanted to live a normal life cut down in the prime of her youth by a member of the Zen'in, who's death then sparks another person to spiral.

They're just girls who longed for an ordinary life and be together with their loved ones, and Maki and Geto are both haunted by the fact that they were unable to save them in the aftermath. Geto's actions are spurred by the way the world carelessly killed Riko, and Maki gives up on reforming the Zen'in Clan and chooses destruction after they swallow up Mai.

The flashback chapters do more than just give parallels between say Gojo and Geto's friendship and the current friendship between Megumi and Yuji, or even give us Gojo's backstory and insight to his character they also go to great lengths to show us how much things have not changed in the modern day Jujutsu World.

While the distortion that drove Toji to do what he did began in the Zen'in Clan, Geto is basically driven by the faults of Jujutsu Society as a whole. The death of Riko is his eye opening moment where he learns the truth of their society, the young are sacrificed for the old. It's not just the fact Riko died, but afterwards he witnessed crows of people appluading for it, and Toji acting like that death was nothing. There's also the fact her death / sacrifice was ordered by Jujutsu Society in the first place, but Geto thought he could overcome that cycle with strength alone until he couldn't. Geto's monologue that leads to his slow breakdown even refers to being a sorcerer as "an endless cycle."

The three years of Geto and Gojo's youth is referred to their spring, whereas Premature Death takes place in summer. Not coincidentally, in story Summer is referred to as the worst possible season for curses because curses accumulate during that time.

Jujusu Kaisen is about cycles, and the inability to escape them. Geto and Gojo's springtime of youth turns to summer, Geto begins to have doubts because of his inability to protect Riko, and his witnessing of sorcerers dying around him.

It's not just Geto's superiority complex, or his increasing antipathy for the weak normal people who demand sorcerers exorcise curses for them because they can't defend themselves. Geto also bears witness to the continued death of children around him. It's not just a hazard of the job, sorcerer society continually sacrifices young people to uphold the strict traditions of the elders.

Geto is moved by the mistreatment of the young in a way Gojo is, Riko's death is what opens his eyes, a few days Geto goes to the village he witnesses the brutal death of Haibara and Nanami's own feelings of helplessnes to stop it, and then his breaking point is when he sees two twin girls who are sorcerers ganged up on and imprisoned by an entire town, the same way that the indifferent crowds cheered for Riko's death and the same way sorcerer society considered Riko an expendable sacrifice to maintain Tengen.

Sorcerer Society's callous indifference to both the deaths of their sorcerers, but especially the young is what drives Geto to his breaking point. This is also the source of Gojo's ideals, because he realizes something went wrong with Geto and he doesn't want that mistake to repeat.

“For people like us, we naturally know how to get rid of the poisons within their heart. But for youths who hold onto a lot of sentimental feelings, it’s another matter altogether. Their heart might collapse just from getting struck by poison once.” “Isn’t it an adult’s duties to rid poison from a child’s heart? As a teacher, you should know this better than me, right?” [Light novel 1: Ressurection Puppet]

In Gojo's case he is actively trying at least, to raise kids in a way that they won't break like Geto did. It's the loss of Geto which inspires his current ideals. However, to dwell on this briefly Gojo is also still a very flawed mentor because he's a product of the system who raised him.

Kenjaku comes back in the form of Geto's body to defeat Gojo. Then Sukuna ends up taking Megumi's body away from him. There's a pattern here, two people who Gojo has a strong connection too have their bodies taken away from him. In Megumi's case this is where Gojo has failed to break the cycle because of his stated intetions, because Gojo didn't adopt Megumi to help him after his father died, Gojo swooped in to take Megumi because he was a potential weapon he could use against the elders.

The flashback arc ends with Gojo making his slightly predatory deal with Megumi, by threatening his sister's happiness unless he complies and lets Gojo train him instead of the Zen'in. Megumi is shown to be a child that's continually having trouble growing up throughout the story, because of his broken home situation.

The ending of Hidden Inventory could have been Gojo learning his lesson and breaking the cycle in regards to Megumi, but he deliberately did not, and so once again the problems the main characters are facing now is created by the failures of the past.

Gojo Mr. "I can totally beat up on Megumi, it's fine."

In this case though, Hidden Inventory is also about how the problems of the past are plagueing Megumi's life, because the primary villain of it is his father, and the ending of the whole arc is us seeing his first encounter with Gojo. Megumi is in this case the latest youth swallowed up by the old, because Sukuna is quite literally a member of the previous generation physically stealing his body away from him to prolong his life long after he died.

Tsumiki's death is also a repeat of the death of Mai Zen'in, and Riko Amanai. It's once again the death of an innocent being swallowed up by the toxic masculinity of Jujutsu Society, all while the person who wanted to protect them is completely helpless to stop it. Gojo also took responsibility for Megumi, and Tsumiki both and later on couldn't live up tot hat responsibility, Tsumiki is dead and Megumi is possessed.

The Hidden Inventory flashback arc is there to establish what is basically the beginning of the cycle in the story, so we can see later on how this cycle is repeating itself again and again without being broken even this late (200 chapters) into the story. With the eventual hope that if the adults like Gojo can't fully break the cycle, then the kids he raised will be able to do so in his place.

#jjk meta #metasks #suguru geto #satoru gojo #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #maki zenin #mai zenin #riko amanai #hidden inventory #tsumiki fushiguro #megumi fushiguro

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Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck NSFW Profile

Yandere! Illumi Zoldyck x fem! reader

CW: non/dub-con, kidnapping, emotional neglect, HEAVY breeding kink, pregnancy kink, exhibitionism, voyeurism, praise, threats, the Zoldycks are batshit insane, forced pregnancy, stalking, nonconsensual touching, somnophilia, congrats ur Illumi's sexual awakening, fem reader, MDNI

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HABITS:

Generally speaking, sex has not been a part of Illumi’s life.

Harsh training since childhood has left him detached and focused solely on killing, on completing a mission in the most thorough, efficient way he knows.

And while he knows what sex is, the general concepts and ideas, he’s never looked at it as anything more than a natural part of life, how a family is created – there’s no feelings of excitement or mystery surrounding it, no eagerness to try it out, or even fear for it. Rather, it’s simply a means to produce a child, and he’s completely satisfied with that.

He knows that as the eldest Zoldyck son, it’s his duty to produce an heir to keep the bloodline running, but he doesn’t invest too much thought into it or into exactly what it will be like to be inside someone else.

And really, once you step into his life, not much changes - at least at first.

You’re merely a fascination to him in the beginning, something that’s peaked his interest in a way that no one else has before, something that he wants to watch and study and observe.

He finds himself watching you more often than not, and while he catches you touching yourself fairly frequently, he doesn’t have any particular reaction to the sight of you with your legs spread, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted as you stuff yourself full of your fingers.

It isn’t that he doesn’t care, but he just doesn’t see why it’s something he should concern himself with, why he should put any emotional investment in seeing you moan and twitch as your fingers bring you to what he can only assume is your orgasm.

(Although, he doesn’t quite remember his mother mentioning anything about females being able to orgasm – simply that the male does inside of her, which will often get her pregnant and lead to a child.)

It’s completely sterile at first, but as his feelings begin to morph into something even he has to admit isn’t pure curiosity but rather something deeper, he slowly begins to view the idea of sex with you as something that will be a reality, something that will be happening no matter what. You’re to be his wife, the mother of his children, and as a result he will be fucking you.

He will be filling you full of his cum and impregnating you, hopefully three or four times in order to produce healthy, plentiful offspring.

And while it’s still clinical for the most part, all it really takes is a teasing jab from Hisoka to change his mind.

The clown will goabout how he’s so stiff, maybe he should get a bit more comfortable with his hand, no? After all, how will you produce an heir without knowing how to fuck first, hm?

Illumi doesn’t really mind his words, but as the seed gets planted in his mind, it’s slowly growing, until he realizes with a bit of a start that perhaps his friend was right.

After that moment, things begin changing. There’s a strange tightness in his pants as he watches you moan and arch your back against your bed. He notices the feeling has a distinct tinge of pleasure to it, the unexpected sensation making his knees ever so slightly weak.

There’s an odd throbbing sensation coming from his groin as his wide eyes take in the way you’re desperately rubbing at your clit, the way you’re chanting out for more, more, more, please! He mentally notes the feeling becomes intensified when he notices the way your thighs twitch and your breasts bounce slightly from the force of your fingers.

When he hears your strangled moans It’s odd, but as he returns home in preparation for a job he has scheduled early the next morning, he finds himself thinking that maybe, just maybe, Hisoka is right. How will he know what to expect once he actually has your naked and pliant body before him, perfectly poised to be fucked and bred?

He's surprised by the pleasure it brings him; a strange sort of numbing warmth, something he can feel in every nerve in his body, all the way from his toes to his fingertips.

He decides he likes it, with a small nod of his head.

And so, as he slowly begins touching himself somewhat routinely, Illumi grows more comfortable with the idea of fucking you, even going so far as to realize that if it feels this good for him, maybe it does for you as well?

You certainly moan like it, and as he falls into a dreamless sleep later that night, he realizes that maybe sex with you wouldn’t only be about getting you pregnant. Maybe, it could be about feeling good, as well.

It’s merely a hunch, something far off and dreamy in his mind, but slowly his sex life with his hand picks up, small thoughts and ideas of what it would feel like to be with you clouding his mind.

He finds that imagining you makes his body react in strange ways - his hips stutter as he works his fingers against his cock, the sensitivity of his body seemingly improved tenfold when your face flashing through his mind.

But Illumi finds himself not minding all that much; after all, you make his frozen heart thaw just the slightest, so why shouldn’t he embrace some of the other urges you give him, some of the other more primal, natural feelings you inspire within him?

He’ll be fucking you either way, and Illumi is completely expecting you to moan like that for him once you're actually naked with one another, to be just as loud and unabashed as you are when you’re touching yourself – so much so that unless he gets to moan and beg and cry out like he knows you can, he’s not stopping.

You’re his pretty little wife, and while he’ll be using you as a cumdump either way, it would be so much better if you at least pretended to enjoy it.

Because he gets a very late start to touching himself, Illumi hasn’t really developed any strong habits.

He has, unfortunately, witnessed many others jacking away through the years of his work. (He’s even killed a man mid-session, though he didn’t quite understand how the man didn’t hear him coming, seeing as he’d miscalculated and stepped on a slightly squeaky floorboard.)

He’s never taken the time to really rationally consider why they were doing that, why they were grunting and groaning and moving their fist so fast it looked nearly painful.

Illumi isn’t too sure, but as Hisoka’s words ring through his head and he stares at your vulnerable, defenseless, sleeping form, he can only blink and contemplate, remembering the way you’d looked earlier in the day.

He's remembering when you were fucking yourself with something long, silicone and loud, sounding as if it was vibrating. And while he’s never been one to really notice beauty or appearances, even he has to admit that something about you so freely moaning, your face screwed up in pleasure was pretty, a strange sort of attractiveness that he can’t quite put his finger on.

His nightly visits are normally not especially eventful; he stands watch at the foot of your bed, staring down at you with unblinking eyes, his hands staying firmly by his sides as the minutes roll into hours. The man doesn't move an inch as he watches you so innocently dream, your breaths somehow soothing him and lulling him into an odd state of tranquility that would normally unnerve him, but somehow he doesn’t mind if it’s you.

And so, while he approaches these nights with intentions mostly pure – aside from wanting to keep you locked up and forever his property, that is – slowly he begins getting more and more curious, more and more tempted to take Hisoka’s advice because maybe, maybe the man has a point, and Illumi would be able to preform better and therefore have a stronger chance of impregnating you if he were to know exactly what he’d be feeling.

The logic isn’t perfect, but as time passes the assassin finds himself not caring – and as the clock loudly ticks and passes through the three o’clock in the morning mark, slowly Illumi is blinking, his right hand twitching at his side as the images of your head thrown back into the pillows, thighs twitching as you moan and keen flash behind his eyelids.

The split-second decision is made in that moment, his hand coming up to tug down the front of his trousers, reaching in to pull out his still soft cock.

It’s pale, just like the rest of him, and as he stares down at his own flesh, his head tilts slightly – he’s never purposefully tried to get himself hard, his erections only coming and going throughout his journey in puberty, and nothing more.

His brows furrow ever so slightly, but his gaze floats back towards your face, taking in your soft lashes, the smoothness of your lips, the way your fly away hairs frame your skin so perfectly.

He traces the shape of your nose with his eyes, the curve of your neck, and before he even realizes it he’s reaching out, his cold fingers brushing over your cheek. He sucks in a small breath at the contact, the feel of your warm, soft body even lightly against his own making a strange shiver run down his spine, and with a start he notices an odd sensation growing between his legs.

A look down tells him that he’s reaching his goal, his cock swelling up slowly but surely as he continues to lightly touch over your body, caressing your curves over the sheets separating your pretty skin from him. He's never felt something so soft - your skin is warm, smooth, pleasant to the touch.

He doesn’t mind the sheets staying where they are tonight, but quickly Illumi grows frustrated with them, pulling them back to reveal your nightwear – or, if you prefer a more natural approach, your bare body. Immediately Illumi is imagining your stomach swollen with his child, your body round and ripe and so very fertile, all for him.

And with that thought, his cock is finally standing fully at attention, the tip a soft pink color with a thick vein running along the underside, all the way from the base up. He stares down at himself for a moment, slowly retracting the hand that had been touching you, and experimentally brushes his fingertips against his own skin.

His Adam’s Apple harshly bobs as he swallows, the strange sensation hitting him square in the chest as he brings his fingers down against his length once more, soon wrapping his fist around the base.

It feels good, Illumi notes with a distant sense of surprise – never had his mother mentioned anything about sex feeling good, and while your cries and moans from the many, many times he’s witnessed you get yourself off seemed like a good indicator of your feelings, he can’t help but be mildly surprised.

He begins moving his fist up and down, his gaze snapping back over to your sleeping, peaceful face. Precum oozes from his slit, the clear, sticky liquid being smeared along the length as he pumps his hand at a steady pace, making the otherwise quiet room fill with the dull thump of his fist against his pelvis, slight squelching noises accompanying the more bassy sounds.

His breathing is – admittedly – normal to most, but as he keeps his hand moving, the odd sensation building in his naval growing stronger and stronger, it gets a bit heavier, his breaths a bit more ragged.

He's not really thinking as he shuffles closer to the bed, standing so that his legs are pressed directly against the mattress, his cock being mercilessly pounded by his fist a mere foot above your head. It's as if his instincts have taken over - his fist is moving faster now, his subconscious yearning to move closer and closer to you, to close the distance between your bodies.

His dark hair is flowing around him in a wave as he hunches over, the sensation building and building and god, why does it feel so good, how does it feel so good and why is it getting stronger, is this an orgasm?

He’s not sure, but he doesn’t let up – his fingers are rubbing against his sensitive, swollen head again and again, the tightness in his balls only growing stronger and stronger until suddenly the pleasure takes a kick up, a strange sense of lightweightedness crashing through the assassin.

His cock twitches and thick spurts of cum shoot out, landing directly on your sleeping, tranquil face, staining your pretty skin an off white color.

He’s breathing hard at this point, though no moans have slipped out, but he quietly murmurs your name as he stares down at you, his cum coating your face in stripes and globs, the sight looking so strangely right, so indescribably natural that it has Illumi puzzled for a moment.

And suddenly, he’s realizing that Hisoka was probably right – if his hand had felt that good, then what must you feel like?

If he had slipped inside of you, felt you all around him for his first ever sexual experience, would he have come much too soon, finding his peak and shooting you full of his seed before he even so much as got to truly get you loosened up, ripe for conception?

He’s not sure, but as his hand stops moving and comes to yet again rest at his side, his now softening cock still hanging out of his trousers, he spends the next hour or so observing your face, committing the sight of you covered in his cum to memory.

Eventually, he makes sure that a tissue on your nearby dresser helps wipe away all the evidence of his activity, though as he stares passively down at the cum soaked material, he makes the sudden decision to not waste it.

It would be disappointing to not to put to use every drop of cum he produces, right?

It's valuable, a useful commodity for the future - and you're made for storing it of course, your body practically designed to carry everything he has to give you.

And so, with that thought in mind, he's pulling back your covers slightly and shifting your panties to the side, noting with a distant sense of surprise how warm you are, especially here.

He finds his eyes wandering a bit at your now partially revealed pussy - it's strange looking, he thinks, but yet there's an odd and unplaced urge in the back of his mind to prod between your folds, to run a finger through the wetness he can barely see, to understand just how warm you are inside.

He fights it, though; that can wait for another day.

And as his fingers smear the milky liquid along your lower lips, he can’t help but sigh in satisfaction and carefully tuck you back in.

You’re complete now, with his cum staining your pretty skin, and although it’s not buried deep inside your womb where it really should be, he’s satisfied.

For now.

And as he returns to your room again the next night, Illumi can’t help but wonder if he should in fact get more practice, if in order to make sure that he properly breeds you when the time comes, that he should be as used to his hand as possible so that he isn’t as surprised.

Illumi doesn’t know, but as the days melt into nights and he spends more and more hours with his cock in his hand, working away at orgasm after orgasm until he’s shooting blanks, he can’t find it in himself to wonder if he is in fact making the wrong move, if he's wasting his time.

But then, how can anything be wrong with you, if it pertains to your future offspring, his children that you have no choice but to bear?

He wants to best possible chance of conception with you, and if fucking his fist on a near bi-nightly basis is the best way to achieve this, Illumi won’t complain – after all, Hisoka wasn’t lying when he’d said it felt heavenly, and as far as the assassin is concerned, you are his heaven.

FAVORITE BODY PARTS:

Your hands

Illumi isn’t quite sure why, but there’s something about your hands that he slowly begins to love.

They’re so much softer than his own; warmer and smaller and gentler, free of the multitudes of calluses that litter his own fingers and palms.

You’re just so fragile compared to him, regardless of your size or height, and he feels that this is most reflected when it comes to your hands.

He loves his family, in a twisted, strange way, but Illumi has grown up to be the definition of touch starved – he’s never really been hugged, touched or held, and while he hasn’t ever given it too much thought or been especially upset about it, even he can admit that while it's foreign, the feeling of your hand against his arm holds a certain warmth to it.

It makes him stare down at your hand, confusion circling within him at the realization that it actually feels nice to have you touch him, to have your palm pressed against his bicep.

He doesn’t openly ask for affection, but as time goes on he begins craving the feeling of you touching him, especially with your hands. When you lightly grab onto his own, your smaller fingers intertwining with his bonier ones, it makes his heart do strange things in his chest while he figures out exactly how he’s supposed to be responding, what the book he read about common physical acts of affection recommends doing.

When you gently cup his cheek later on in your captivity, once you’ve finally accepted the fact that you’re never leaving him or your future as his wife, he’s staring down at you with those wide, disorienting eyes, the warmth of your hand seeping into his cold skin and making him melt from the inside out, unsure of what to make of the strangely affectionate gesture.

And of course, his love for your hands and being touched by you doesn’t just extend towards innocent displays of affection – no, Illumi very much loves your hands in the bedroom.

He likes it when you touch him; when you run your hands over the planes of his chest, tracing the defined lines of his abs, circling an areola with your fingertip.

He loves when you stroke him, your thumb coming up to tease his tip, smearing precum all along his length as you pump him, as you guide him between your folds.

He feels oddly wanted in those moments, realizing you want to touch him, making him stare at you in awe and fascination as you steadily bring him to an orgasm.

Your fingers feel so much better than his own, and when you lightly scratch at his back while he fucks you, when they tangle in the roots of his hair as he kisses you (still very cold cut, clinical kissing, but at some point you’ll be so starved for basic human affection that even his chapped, cold lips are better than nothing), Illumi can’t help but want to kiss you harder.

He can't help but want to make you come so hard around him that you black out for a few seconds from sheer pleasure. And once he sets his mind to something, there’s absolutely no way he isn’t getting it.

So be prepared; one tug at his long, silky black locks will be exchanged for at least three orgasms coaxed from your unwilling body.

His cock

The concept of having a favorite part of himself isn’t really something Illumi has ever given much thought to.

His body just is, years of hard training leaving him practically immune to anything and everything enemies could throw at him, and there’s never been a time that he’s looked into a mirror and ever really felt something about the reflection staring back at him.

He has no qualms with his physical appearance, but he doesn’t particularly like it either – looks are of no concern in his line of work, and really Illumi couldn’t care less.

But like many things in his life, the minute you manage to take a hold of his mind, body and soul, slowly Illumi finds that there indeed parts of him that he likes more – namely, his cock.

He's aware of the male expectations of size, girth and shape, but Illumi favors this part of his body not for those reasons - instead, simply because it's means by which to get you pregnant.

Impregnating you has been the plan from the start, since the moment he realized what the feelings stirring in his gut mean, and he can’t actually get you pregnant without his cock, without the cum that oozes out when he thinks of your body, when he touches you.

It’s a clinical thing, of course, except that it really isn’t – as much as he recognizes his purpose in getting you pregnant via sex, there’s another part of him that also loves just being inside of you, of being connected on such an intimate level.

He’s so touch starved, so robbed of physical affection without even being aware of it, and while sex isn’t exactly holding his hand or cuddling with him (both of which are things he makes you do during and after intercourse, however), it helps to sooth the void in his heart.

He feels oddly domestic in those moments, his heart doing strange things in his chest as he watches the way your little pussy swallows up his cock again and again, and when he murmurs something about you being so pretty, you take my cock so well darling, he’s being completely serious.

He loves the way you writhe and moan while he fucks you, how you respond so naturally to this part of him, how your body seems to call out for him and his length without you even really realizing it.

It’s euphoric to Illumi, and between the emotional aspect and the biological aspect, it’s really a no brainer that if Illumi were to be asked what his favorite body part was, he’d tilt his head and ask why, but eventually answer with a straight face - my penis.

He loves to be inside you and be so connected, and when you wind up pregnant a few weeks later, Illumi is overjoyed – because really, don’t you just look right with his child growing in your womb?

DRIVE:

Before you, Illumi’s drive was quite honestly non-existant. Of course he was aware of what sex was and it’s uses, but he’d never felt any desire to engage in it, to explore it in any sense of the word.

To him, it’s very much something that just exists, something that will service him later down the line when he’s helping produce heirs to the Zoldyck family.

He’s never been an avid fan of touching himself, of engaging in any sort of sexual scenario or situation, and for the most part he couldn’t be happier – or, at least, his version of happy.

It’s a tool for reproduction in his mind – which is why, when you come along and present yourself (unknowingly or not) as his future wife, he welcomes the idea of procreating with you, of actually depositing load after load of his cum inside your fertile womb until you’re swollen and heavy with his baby, his child marking you as a permanent belonging to Illumi himself.

It’s still mainly something he views as a tool for getting you to conceive, and he does right up until the moment he pushes past your soft, wet folds into your gummy, warm insides.

Suddenly, Illumi can’t help but sharply gasp, a startling look of honest to god emotion swirling in those bottomless depths of his eyes as he stares wildly down at you, shock and amazement at how wonderfully tight and warm and wet you feel wrapped around him.

He’s so, so very excited to learn that fornicating in fact feels good, that the mind-numbing pleasure that overtakes him with each drop of cum he sends shooting directly at your cervix is a byproduct of trying to get you pregnant.

And so, a monster is born the moment he fucks you for the first time – the realization doesn’t come lightly, but Illumi isn’t too bothered; you’re his sweet little wife after all, and isn’t it normal to want to be inside you at all times?

Isn’t it normal to be fucking you daily, not willing to end the night without a pool of off white, milky cum dripping onto the sheets between your thighs, your pussy not quite big enough to hold all that he has to offer?

He genuinely doesn’t see the problem, why he should tone down the frequency with which he takes you, why you're always telling him you're so sore from last night Illumi, please I don’t think I can take it again tonight.

He’s sympathetic, or at least as much as he can be, but all he’ll dignify your pleas with are a tilt of the head, a completely serious don’t you want to be pregnant? This is the only way, yes?

Then he's fiddling with his trousers, sliding them down toned, pale legs.

His drive goes from being nothing to absolutely sky rocketing all because of you, and really, shouldn’t you be proud? Shouldn’t you be flattered that Illumi Zoldyck, the assassin who feels nothing at all, wants so badly to fuck you, to be filling you with his cum again and again and again until you’re waddling around, his seed dripping down your thighs and sloshing around inside of you because he stuffed you so fucking full?

Shouldn’t you feel lucky that you make him horny, that you inspire such desperation to claim you from the inside?

Like many things in your relationship with Illumi, he has absolutely no concept of sexual boundaries, of lines he shouldn’t cross within the context of your body.

He’s genuinely of the belief that you belong to him, that you’re his wife, the future mother of his children, and as such your body belongs solely to him – every hair, mole, stretch mark, scar, birth mark, everything is owned by exclusively him, something that only he gets to touch and love and fuck.

And it’s only natural for him to start immediately trying once he gets his hands on you, right?

It’s only natural for him to pin you down the night of your forced marriage, to spread your legs and methodically push in, to fuck you as deeply as he can in order ensure the best chances of conception.

While he doesn’t particularly enjoy the sight of you in tears, your sobs filling the air between the two of you, it won’t deter Illumi from his goal. He will come inside you, fill up your womb with hot, potent cum until it’s leaking out of you whether you like it or not.

Though the second he sheathes himself fully inside for the first time, he falters slightly – if only because he did not expect for you to feel this good, to be this warm and wet and tight and so fucking perfect around him. He’s frozen for a few seconds, his lean form above you tensing up as his hips stutter, his eyebrows drawing together and upwards, lips parting as a small groan of your name tumbles past them.

In the span of those few seconds his dark, impossibly wide eyes are staring down into your own, wildly searching your gaze for something that even Illumi himself is unsure of.

You just feel so good, and while he normally has impeccable self-control, he can’t stop himself from suddenly plowing into you like a mad man, pummeling his hips into you hard enough to leave you sore for days. He ruts like an animal into you, the slapping of his balls rhythmically lulling you as slowly the pain morphs into pleasure.

His gaze never wavers from you – he’s watching every move you make, listening to every noise that slips past your lips, and as his release approaches, suddenly he’s fucking you even harder, determination to come inside you hitting him square in the chest and making him feverish.

His face is tinged just slightly red as he stares down at you, his mouth open as he lightly pants, a few drops of drool plopping onto your bouncing breasts, and suddenly the peak is reaching a high, the sporadic tightening of his balls becoming too much, too much too much –

He’s coming inside you with a small grunt, his entire body twitching as ropes of milky cum shoot into your used, battered cunt. Illumi is shocked, really, at how good you feel, and the moment that he pushes inside you for the first time your fate is sealed.

You will become Illumi’s personal cumdump, something he fucks on a daily basis without fail, though he likes to think of you as a bit more than just somewhere to stuff his cock.

You’re the future mother of his children, the woman with which he plans to keep by his side for the rest of his days.

Illumi quickly grows addicted to having your lovely little cunt wrapped around him, and lucky lucky you gets to have a fresh load of warm, sticky cum ready at will, supplied to you with the most eagerness you’ve ever seen out of the emotionless man.

I love you, his voice cracks slightly as his orgasm washes over him. Tell me you love me, tell me you want me as badly as I need you.

KINKS:

Breeding

It’s expected, in all honesty.

Illumi has been told and held to the expectation all his life that he’d eventually produce an heir for the Zoldyck family, that he’d be prolonging the bloodline and lineage by providing a few children of his own, and he fully intends to uphold this idea.

He will be getting you pregnant, fucking you over and over and filling you up with as much cum as he possibly can, if only because he wants to make absolute sure that in nine quick months you’ll be holding a small bundle in your arms, a familiar pair of dark eyes closed while the child nurses on you, Illumi standing by your side and watching his first born so lovingly be provided for by its mother.

It starts out as a devotion to his family, a promise of duty he finds no fault in, but the first time that Illumi pushes his way inside of you, your soft, warm, wet walls hugging him, clenching down on him hard enough to leave him genuinely breathless, suddenly Illumi’s concerns with fucking you, with getting you knocked up become important on a much more personal level.

All memories of his familial duty wash away as he plunges his hips into you again and again, his dark hair falling in waves around him as he stares down at you with an intensity that has you shivering in unease, the raw focus leaving you squirming as he fucks you hard enough to physically mold your cunt to the shape of his cock, if only temporarily.

Illumi quickly discovers that not only does he feel pressure to get you pregnant, but he wants to, as well, something endlessly puzzling to the assassin. Wanting is something he’s never really experienced, but each time he has you lay down onto your shared bed, your body completely nude while you obediently grasp the back of your knees and pull your thighs up to rest flush against your stomach and breasts, even he can’t deny the wave of lust rolling through him, the carnal urge to breed hitting him square in the chest and making him eagerly line up his drooling tip with your entrance, pushing in without a minute to spare.

He isn’t especially vocal during sex, instead much preferring to have your sounds and cries fill the room while he fucks you through orgasm after orgasm. But as he gets closer and closer to his high, he slowly begins to lose his composure because fuck, how can anything feel this good?

It’s when he’s within a minute or so of coming that the dirty words might slip out – grunts and growls of how he’s going to fuck a baby into you, how he will get you pregnant, your stomach round and breasts swollen so everyone will know you’re mine.

His words themselves aren’t especially sexy, but while you may still be fighting him every time he pins you down and fucks you hard enough to leave you crying, even you have to admit that there’s something slightly attractive to hearing the normally so stoic and emotionally detached man’s voice crack slightly, a stutter in his hips as his voice runs high, the words clipped and intermixed with grunts and a groan or two, if it’s the second or third round.

You’ll hate yourself for it, but there’s a strange sense of pride that comes with knowing that you’re able to affect the infamous Illumi Zoldyck, that he’s exhaling sharply and humping you like a wild animal all because you feel good, all because his desire to pump you full of his cum and his children is enough to have him hurtling forward, chasing orgasm after orgasm.

And really, he will stop at absolutely nothing to make sure that his fantasy of knocking you up comes true, that his hard work and effort comes to fruition, and the moment you realize you’re expecting?

Well, Illumi wants to make sure you stay perfectly still, not moving a single inch so as to make sure the baby stays healthy and strong and perfect.

Though, there is a huge part of him that grows harder to ignore as time passes and your stomach grows rounder, your breasts growing heavier and starting to leak, that wants to pin you down and you fuck you until you’re screaming about how your cute little pussy belongs to him, that he owns you and the baby growing inside you and no one else will ever get to you touch you ever again.

You inspire such possessive, insatiable feelings within him, and while he’s normally a bit more subtle about his desires (that is, if you can call him watching you from the corner of the room every moment of every day subtle, if you count him constantly touching you and keeping a hand on your body discreet), the moment he’s buried himself inside of you, your fertile, warm, wet cunt milking him for all he’s worth, how is Illumi not supposed to give you every single drop of cum he possibly can, every ounce of pleasure he can possibly deliver?

His mask of careful numbness and stoicism slips when he’s coming inside you, when he’s sending spurt after spurt of warm, potent cum directly into your womb, his cock buried as far as possible inside you while his dark, intense eyes stare right into yours.

He's panting and groaning and whispering how you’ll be such a good mother, my wife, the sound ringing in your ears, playing like a broken record as he stuffs pillow under your lower back and ass.

He's careful to prop your hips up to keep everything inside, forcing you to stay in the position for hours as his cum slowly seeps into every nook and cranny of your pussy, coating everything in a thin layer of white, a thin layer of total ownership, something that your baby bump will only further.

Praise

Illumi isn’t especially vocal in between the sheets.

(The first few times he’d fucked you, the silence had been nearly unbearable – just the sound of his balls clapping against your ass, the squelching noises as he sinks in and out of you, the little whimpers and gasps and sobs from you as his dark hair brushes over your shoulders, his face mere inches above you.)

He’s quiet, save for the few moments right before he comes, though he quickly learns that while silence is fine and he doesn’t feel a single trace of the awkwardness practically eating you alive, the moment you start moaning?

When you start letting out little whines of his name, your teary eyes squeezing shut as your mouth opens into that pretty little ‘o’, he’s frozen for a moment, honestly a bit confused at why you’re suddenly making noise.

It’s not that he doesn’t like it – on the contrary, there’s a part of him that loves to see you so affected by him, to know that it’s Illumi himself making you cry out and whine and bite your lip hard enough to leave it swollen and puffy.

And when, one day as he’s pushing your knees up to your ears and pounding into you fast enough to have your breasts bouncing in every direction, as you wantonly cry out ngh, there – there Illumi please, feels so good! it’s like there’s suddenly a switch being flipped, a sudden urge eating away at him to hear more more more because fuck it all if you don’t sound fucking perfect moaning his name like that.

He likes to know that what he’s doing to you feels good, that he’s servicing you as he should, that you’re happy with him.

It’s such a foreign idea, but with the way that all the emotion he feels – what little that is – feels overwhelming in the moment, the love and adoration and lust for you potent enough to be physically felt, he finds that he doesn’t care, that all he can focus on is making you come around his cock, his fingers, his tongue.

He quickly learns to love hearing your praise, hearing you call out various encouragements, strangled moans and pleas for him to go harder, faster, deeper, anything at all.

And while he’s normally a control freak with you, desperate to be in charge of every possible little thing, he genuinely can’t deny himself when you’re begging so prettily, when you’re looking up at him through teary, hazy eyes, your mouth open wide as you gasp.

He can’t stop himself from wanting to see the way pleasure engulfs your expression when you come, how your body convulses and your walls flutter around him, and when you’re chanting out incoherent yes's and other affirmations of how good he’s making you feel, how can Illumi not take pride on how he’s turning you into jelly?

It stems from his lack of being praised all throughout his childhood and life up until you showed up – he’s so unused to being told he’s doing a good job, getting validation for his effort and skill. And once you start regularly giving it to him, especially during something as intimate as sex, Illumi is honestly hooked.

Not only does his cock swell when you tell him that it’s so good, gonna come ‘Lumi, you’re gonna make me come – but his heart does as well.

He feels most loved in these moments, in these moments where it’s so plainly clear how well he treats you, how he takes such good care of you, and he will be using your tendency to praise him to his absolute advantage.

You’re acting like a spoiled brat and throwing a tantrum because he hasn’t let you outside for a few months?

Well, don’t you remember who begged for him like a whore last night, who told him his cock was all you’ll ever need?

He’s throwing your words back at you, making sure you understand that each and every praise you give him, every affirmation of how he makes you feel so good is interpreted as so much more than just between the sheets.

Obviously you’re telling him, in your own stubborn way, that you love him as well, that you’re happy with him.

And really, at his core, that’s what Illumi wants – to own you and to make you so fucking happy.

Marking

He's possessive.

There’s no two ways about it – Illumi firmly and wholeheartedly believes that you’re his, that you’re his property and his to do whatever he pleases with.

And while he’s sure his family will recognize this and – for the most part – respect it, there’s still a part of Illumi that has to make absolutely sure that there’s no possibly way that anyone could ever mistake it, that anyone could ever confuse you as being anything other than his wife, his lover, his his his.

And while he’s sure to show this in other ways, one of his favorites is to leave you absolutely covered in his marks in the bedroom.

He’s never really understood the point of kissing. (And honestly he mostly does it to indulge you, despite you never once claiming you wanted it – who would want cold, frozen lips pressed against yours for near on two minutes while wide, dark eyes bore into yours form less than an inch away?)

He doesn't really understand hickeys either, but the first time he starts kissing your neck and accidentally sucks too hard, Illumi is absolutely giddy.

Seeing your skin bruise because of his lips and tongue helps to quell the possessive fire raging inside of him every time he so much as even thinks of the idea of another man looking at you, and the way you shiver and gasp as he kisses your neck and shoulders, the startling juxtaposition of his cold lips and warm tongue?

Well, Illumi is normally not one to be swayed by the reactions and desires of others, but there’s just something in him, some primal urge that he can’t fight that tells him to keep going, to pull more of those little whimpers and trembles out of you, to keep marking you up as his territory, as something that belongs completely and solely to Illumi Zoldyck.

He’s littering every square inch of your body with hickeys, making sure to leave a variety of sizes and intensities, just to make sure that there’s absolutely no chance of them being misinterpreted.

And after receiving a few tips for how to make you enjoy sex between the two of you more (a topic that Illumi, surprisingly, brought up, if only because he’s heard that female pleasure helps bring about successful conception more efficiently), Illumi decides that he should try and kiss you more while he’s inside of you.

He decides that he should lick and suck at your neck while his cock stretches out your cute little cunt, dragging against your walls in such a way that you can feel every single ridge and vein. And the moment Illumi finds your sweet spot?

Well, it’s honestly over for you – the second your breathing gets even a bit heavier, the smallest of pleasured hums tumbling past your lips, immediately Illumi is mercilessly attacking the area, leaving your skin purple and sore as his grip on your grows tighter, his desperation to make you come nearly tangible.

Really, Illumi is a possessive man, and if you want to keep him happy and satisfied, just let him mark you up – let him suck hickey after hickey against your skin, endure the disgusting way his tongue lolls against you, his lips smacking and circling around your vulnerable skin like some sort of predator.

It’s odd and a behavior you’d never expect from Illumi, but if you ever ask him why he seems to like it so much, he’ll just turn to you and say, doesn’t everyone like marking what’s theirs?

OTHER NOTABLE KINKS INCLUDE:

Face Fucking

Illumi has never quite understood the reasoning behind oral sex.

To him, it’s just never made sense; isn’t the point of intimacy and sex for reproduction? The mouth has no part to play in impregnation, so why is it something that people do?

It’s just a whole question of confusion for Illumi, something that he deems useless and therefore not worth the time thinking about, but the moment you kneel down in front of him and paw at his trousers, he decides to maybe give it a chance, just to see what everyone seems to love about it so much.

It’s not like you want to suck him off – you’re just so scared of him, so nervous to displease him (and the pins he keeps on him most of the day do very little to dispel this fear) that it forces you to tug his trousers and boxers down, giving him a few steady pumps as you mentally prepare to likely choke on his cock.

And the second that your tongue licks a strip up his underside, following a prominent vein?

Well, Illumi can’t help but inhale sharply eyes closing briefly to let the new sensation wash over him.

But oh - oh, when you take the very tip into your mouth, lips softly wrapped around the base of his head, your tongue darting out to lick at his slit and catch every drop of precum?

Well, Illumi isn’t one to lose control easily, but when he bucks his hips with a small grunt, he can’t help the way his length sinks inside your mouth, how his tip bumps against the back of your throat while you gag and choke, tears stinging at your eyes. 

He’s grabbing your hair and forcing you to stay still as he moves his hips in and out, in and out, in and out until his balls are clapping loudly against your chin, the need to breath overwhelming while he throws his head back and whispers your name. 

He grows to love getting head from you (though it’s much more of him just using your mouth rather than you really having a major role), but Illumi will never ever come in your mouth or down your throat - how could he waste a perfectly good load of cum to anywhere but your pussy?

Every drop must wind up between your legs, so as he sharply pulls out of your mouth, leaving you to sputter and cough, he pushes you forward and gets behind you, giving himself a good few pumps before plunging into you and sending rope after rope of sticky white inside. 

It’s euphoric in a sense to him, something he ends up loving, and so by panicking and giving him what you thought would be a one time blowjob, you’ve essentially unleashed the monster that is Illumi with your mouth.

But how can he fight it, when you look so fucking pretty with your lips wrapped around his swollen cock, your eyes teary and your hand covering all the area you can’t quite fit inside? 

He can’t.

Overstimulation

Illumi doesn’t mean to overstimulate you, but it’s something that frequently happens between the both of you in the bedroom.

He’s a trained assassin, someone with incredible amounts of drive and focus, and when his immense stamina is thrown into the mix along with his obsession with coming inside of you?

Well, it’s a recipe for at least two hours of straight fucking, and Illumi learns very quickly exactly how to make you feel good.

(Though most of that is through asking his father, because ‘it could increases the chances of conception - so, what exactly is a clitoris, father?’.)

His fingers are constantly rubbing small circles against your clit, his mouth attacking your neck and shoulders, even coming down to suck a nipple if he’s feeling especially lost in the moment. 

It’s strange to see him so cognizant of your pleasure considering his perceived indifference to most other emotions you experience, but Illumi makes absolutely sure that each time he comes, you’ve come at least once before.

Naturally, this leads five, six, seven orgasms a night for you, the stream of pleasure never ending and bordering painful as he just keeps going and going and going.

It gets to the point where you’re sobbing, scratching at his back and too fucked out to say anything but his name and little whimpers as his onslaught on your body never stops, the pool of cum staining the bedsheet below you growing larger and the larger the more he fucks it back inside of you. 

And while he doesn’t particularly like the way you whimper out please, please Illumi no more, I can’t!, the drive to see you pregnant and swollen with his child is just too much for him to ignore, too strong for him to consider pulling out. 

And, of course, the faces you make when he fucks you just right are something Illumi never grows tired of seeing - the ecstasy written across your features, the way your mouth falls open, your brows pulling together and your head thrown back...

The knowledge that it's all because of him - that he's the only one on your mind...

It’s a sight for sore eyes, and one Illumi plans to see at least five times a day - he just loves you so much, and doesn’t it show through his dedication to make you come, to make you scream his name for the entire Zoldyck mansion to hear? 

BIGGEST FANTASY:

Illumi really, really wants to get you pregnant. It’s a mixture of the familial duty weighing down on him along with his honest to god desperation to fill you full of his cum, to stuff you so full of his cock so often that your body swells and plumps up all because of him.

He wants to see the way your body changes, how your stomach grows rounder and your breasts heavier, how you become more and more dependent on him until you’re forced into bedrest, too close to your due date to do anything without his assistance.

It’s a dream come true, something that Illumi actually finds himself wanting, as foreign as the concept is.

And his family wants it too – Illumi knows this, the daily comments from his father about whether you’re with child yet? Are you properly breeding her, Illu? You must produce an air, making it more than clear exactly what the expectations are.

And Illumi wants to make his father proud, to make the family happy with his progress with you – which is why Illumi really, really wants to fuck you in front of them.

He wants to show them exactly how he stuffs you full of his cum every night, rolling his hips into yours slowly and steadily to push every drop as deeply inside you as possible.

He wants to show them how your sweet little pussy is leaking all over the bedsheets, a stead dribble of white from between your legs as he robotically holds you against his chest.

He wants to show them how your body convulses when you come, your muscles twitching and your face screwing up and pleasure, your cries all high and desperate and all for him.

It’s the ultimate fantasy to him, and Illumi will force you into it, whether you want it or not. It’s just so romantic, isn’t it, to be watched by the people he values most as he fucks a baby into the person he loves the most?

“Remember Illu, it’s not a race. It takes time.” Silva’s voice sounds around the room, making you shiver and stare at Illumi in confusion, watching as he only nods towards his father, before turning towards you.

              You weren’t sure what you expected to find when your husband brought you into the larger spare bedroom for tonight, his words an ominous ‘I have something new planned’, but you most certainly weren’t expecting to see the entirety of the Zoldycks present with the exception of Alluka and Killua, lounging about in overstuffed, soft padded chairs at the edges of the room. The large, four poster bed sat in the middle of the semi circle they’d formed into, the satin maroon sheets pristinely pressed and tucked in to look flawless – if you hadn’t been as nervous and scared as you were in the moment, you would’ve found the sight inexplicably satisfying.

              “C’mon, we don’t have all day big bro.” Milluki rolled his eyes, tapping his finger impatiently against the black leather cushions of the loveseat he was perched on. Your brows furrowed, hands coming up to your chest as you implored Illumi to explain with your eyes.

              As an answer, he merely strode over to you, placing a cold hand against your thinly clothed shoulder, a small quirk of his lips playing as he murmured to you, “Well love, what are you waiting for? Why don’t you strip and let me show my family how properly I breed you?”

              The air felt punched out of your lungs, eyes going impossibly wide at the implications of his words. You were supposed to be fucking, all while his parents and siblings watched from a few feet away? All to make sure that he was doing it thoroughly enough to knock you up?

              Bile rose up the back of your throat.

              At your frozen state, Illumi’s smile dropped slightly, his fingers tightening their hold against your shoulder. “Don’t worry my dear, just pretend as if they aren’t here. Now, strip.”

              And if the months of captivity and the splatters of blood you’ve seen across his clothing have taught you anything, it’s to follow exactly what Illumi Zoldyck says, no matter how much it makes you feel like crying. With nimble fingers you tug your shirt off, Illumi’s instance of you never wearing a bra around the Zoldyck estate (for comfort, he’d said, and you must get used to quick access for when our child eventually comes along) making your nipples perk up in the freezing air of the bedroom.

              You can see Milluki lick his lips from the corner of your eye, your gaze fluttering closed immediately after to stifle the tears threatening to well up.

              Your pants come next, followed quickly by the panties that Illumi insists you wear (mostly silk numbers, varying shades of jewel tones with a cute little bow in the front – you’re like a gift all for him to open and enjoy, as he says), leaving you completely naked as Illumi hums in approval.

              “On the bed dear, you know the way I like it.” His words are calm, but you’ve known him long enough to know that the slight lull upwards betrays his excitement, as if his pants and the furiously hard cock straining against them weren’t enough of a clue.

              With a gulp and a mental chant of ‘just do it, don’t fight it’ running through your mind, you clamber onto the bed, sitting up near the pillows and tucking your knees to your chest, watching as Illumi quickly strips himself bare. Kalluto’s eyes briefly wander down his brother’s body, clear curiosity swimming in them – you don’t necessarily blame him; the rock hard erection standing up against his stomach, with its tip bright red and leaking and the prominent vein running along the underside eye catching even to you.

              Illumi’s dark hair flows over his shoulders as he comes to stand at the edge, giving his cock a few idle pumps as he stares down at your seated figure. “You know this isn’t what I meant. Now, be good for your family and show them how I fuck you.”

              With a small hiss of air through your teeth, you reluctantly do as he says – moving onto your back, head resting against the pillows as you slowly loop your arms under the back of your knees, bringing them up to press against your shivering breasts. The position leaves your cunt bare and on display to the members of his family present, the angle both humiliating and disgusting as you hear Silva hum.

              “Oh Illumi dear, why don’t you have her shave? It’s hideous – look at the hair! Disgraceful, you shouldn’t have to touch such filth –“ Kikyo raves, waving her arms around in distaste as she gazes upon the tufts of hair growing from around your pert little hole, but Zeno sends her a sharp look, making her immediately shut her mouth, scowl and cross her arms.

              “Let the boy do what he will. If he enjoys her this way, your nonsensical opinions shouldn’t deter him.”

              You cringe at the mixture of Illumi moving to hover over you and the way his family speaks as if you weren’t there, as if you were nothing more than a pet. A cold palm presses against your cheek, making you peel your eyes open to stare up at the wide, dark gaze of Illumi, mere inches from your face.

              “Are you ready, my love?” He asks, making you mentally scoff. As if he’d care whether you were or not – not when his family’s stares weighed heavily upon the both of you.

              Gulping, you nodded, moving to tighten your grip behind your knees as he guided his tip against your clenching hole.

              “Go slow, Illumi. Let her get used to you first.” Comes Silva’s voice, steady and calm, only to immediately be juxtaposed by Milluki’s overly excited, over eager one.

              “Fuck that, make her scream! I wanna see her cry!” Illumi’s face visibly hardens at that, anger swimming in his eyes as he gently pushes in, sucking the air right out of your lungs at the stretch.

              He’s not especially big, but you feel as if you’re being split open with the way he drags against your walls, the length seemingly never ending as it just keeps coming and coming and coming.

              A soft gasp tears past his lips, just as it always does each time he slips into your wetness, and you peek up at him through your clenched eyes to see the way his brows tug together ever so slightly, lips parted while he stares down at you.

              He stills as he bottoms out, despite the irritated comments of his younger brother, and he takes the moment to cup your cheek once more and place a chaste kiss against your lips. “Let’s begin. I do apologize now, my love, because tonight I’ll need to be extra aggressive – you understand, surely.”

              And with that, suddenly his hips are moving at a lightning quick speed, pounding into you with such fervor that the sound of his balls clapping against your ass never seems to end. The lewd squelching noises fill the air as you writhe and cry out, your body slowly growing used to the blinding pace as Illumi stutters a groan and buries his face into your neck.

              Kikyo is cheering, clapping her hands together and singing praises of how her eldest is ‘so capable, a perfect example of a Zoldyck’, Zeno merely watching in silence, Silva making small comments here and there guiding Illumi to rub at your clit, to make sure that you come as well because the chance of conception will increase.

              Kalluto is mostly silent, just watching with wide eyes, while Milluki spews comments and commands about how Illumi should go faster, harder, make your tits bounce and make you squirt.

              All the while, Illumi’s hips smack into yours again and again, his pace consistent as he follows his father’s advice and nimbly rubs shapes against your clit, spelling out his name while his lips lightly suck at your neck and shoulder. He’s pushed your legs up in such a way that his family behind him has a perfect view of his cock slipping inside of you, of his balls ruthlessly clapping against you as you steadily come closer and closer, despite the acute feeling of being watched.

              And as Illumi groans and clenches his fist against the pillow under your head, suddenly Milluki is clamboring to his feet, followed by Silva as they approach either side of the bed. Silva’s eyes are cold, staring down at you while he watches his son rearrange your guts, fucking into you hard enough to leave you sore and disoriented. His arms are crossed, every emotion wiped from his face as Illumi’s hips lightly stutter, the labored breaths in your ear telling you that he’s close.

              Milluki, meanwhile, is leaning in as close as he can, dark eyes narrowed in on the way your breasts bounce at the force of his thrusts, the way your mouth gapes open like a fish as you moan and come around Illumi’s cock. He’s shameless, the way his hand comes down to palm and grip at his clothed erection, but you can’t find it in yourself to care as Illumi fucks you past your state of oversensitivity.

              “I-illumi I -hngh, oh god –“ You’re babbling, back arching as he gives a few final thrusts, each accentuated with a sharp exhale of breath, before suddenly spurts of warm, sticky cum are shot into you, his cock nestled as deeply as it can while he pulls back to look at you, his wide eyes swirling with a strange sort of desperation as they gaze at you.

              You’re breathing hard, chest heaving as you get caught in the intensity of his gaze, but the sudden sound of clapping draws you out of it. Your wild eyes dart to the side to see that Zeno has joined Silva, staring down at the both of you with a smirk. Illumi makes no point to turn his head, but you can feel the way his body tenses, his fist dangerously close to crushing you along with the pillow in his grasp.

              “Well done, well done. I’m sure we can expect a new heir in nine months.” He praises, and you watch as Illumi relaxes slightly, only to bring a finger up to softly boop your nose, an action that has you blinking in confusion at his sudden softness.

              “Now, do it again.” Zeno commands, watching the way your eyes widen and Illumi straightens his back, preparing himself to once again pound you into dust.

              But as his hips begin moving once more, he leans down to your ear and whispers, “You did well, I’m proud of you my love. I too hope that this is the round that will finally give you my child.”

              And as the hours pass by, the critiques and tips from various members of his family flowing through your ears, all you can do is focus on the unblinking intensity of Illumi’s eyes. The loads of cum stuffing your cunt full drip onto the sheets below you as your thighs ache and cramp, but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when you’re coming over and over against his cock.

              And Illumi can’t help but think that you’re absolutely beautiful like this – fucked out and drunk on his cock, plugged full of his cock and his cum, all with his family witnessing. He’s proud of you, truly – proud of what a good little wife you are, proud of how he’s absolutely sure that you’ll be growing round with his baby in no time.

              After all, he’d stuff you just as full tomorrow night, and the night after that. Anything to prove that you’re his, and that he can breed you like a Zoldyck should. 

#_illumi zoldyck #_hxh #yandere hxh #yandere illumi #hxh smut #hxh x reader #yandere hunter x hunter

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Madam Butterfly sister Ainz sound interesting even more if they are a school teacher

It makes me think that in game she have a secret tittle of being of Mother Of Umbra who she taken in human and nonhuman children who are orphans ( NPC that she created ) and they are loyal to her and often calling her mother while also act as soldiers and assassin's ( think of witches from Bayonetta and this one game that I forgot but it kinda liked dark souls ) with the studies that she taught them ( like math, science, reading and writing, and also tell them to think outside of traditional means and be creative by used of arts )

How would Sebas, Demiurge, Nigredo, Albedo, and Pestonya

Meeting one of her children ( who is fully adult ) she taken in as they sending messages and works for their mother as she currently busy in her floor area of the tomb

Mother To All | Yandere Overlord X Madam Butterfly Sister Reader

The Butterfly Sorceress of the Sorcerer Kingdom is widely known and highly regarded by anyone who speaks of you. Despite being a demoness you are known for your compassionate decrees and your twisted form of affection. So any creature human or not+ under your reign should be treated with respect

Even the human witch who’s working on the newest floor of Nazarick:

Sebas Tian

“You must be the newest addition to Mistress (User)’s children. I am Sebas Tian, the head butler of Nazarick. It's a pleasure.”

He’s cordial 

And he may have an inkling of compassion for humans being saved from horrifying circumstances

They have been chosen by you 

Becoming your property thus worthy of his protection

Besides he can happily get updates on whatever you're doing 

An awesome privilege to be friendly with your children

Demiurge

“You..? We’re given the privilege of serving our Mistress? Hm.”

He’s disgusted by the human status of most of your property

He’s also jealous of how much time they get from your teachings 

The idea of mere human filth having more access to you than him

He hates the creature with his whole being

And it does cross his mind to…cause an accident or two…

Sometimes he succeeds but Cocyutus or Sebas will usually catch on

“Why I was simply attempting to provide aid but I see that my immense strength is doing more harm than good. My apologies…I hope you take good care of our Mistress (User)”

Nigredo

“Y-you a-are one of the ones in her family?”

She naturally admires you anyway

But you’re compassion for humans that Ainz seems not to rely on attracts her on a deeper level

She happily moves to follow after you 

And admires how you gather your children

If she could leave she’d find more humans and outcasted creatures to add to your family

“Serve (User)-sama well, human. It is a privilege to even bear witness to a gracious supreme being.”

Albedo

“Hmph! For a second don’t think anything you have here requires your existence. My supreme being is more than something as puny as you! ”

She’s so so so jealous

She wants you to speak over her shoulder while you correct her work

Or the punishment she might receive for getting all the problems wrong

Her imaginations fuel her wet dreams about you

And she’s jealous a stupid weak insufficient human gets to have that place

“You overstep I will delight in stabbing you over and over and over and over again.” 

Pestonya

“Woof! Welcome to (User)-sama’s family!”

Similar to Nigredo she only comes to acknowledge how much more she admires you because of this tactic

It appreciates humans which many of the floor guardians and Ainz not really don’t do that

She knows it’ll be a fight to see who gets to work under you 

She desperately carries on your love of education

Tail wagging and swooning every time you praise your children her

“(User)-sama is your savior. Be sure to work your hardest! Woof!”

#yandere overlord anime #yandere overlord albedo #yandere overlord #yandere demiurge #yandere sebas tian #yandere pestonya #yandere nigredo #yandere albedo x reader #yandere Overlord #yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yanderexrea #yandere #yanderes

[brrbrina]

echoes

part: 2/?

pairing: joe burrow x og!c

warnings: cheating, angst, fluff (?), pregnancy (?) and i think that´s it.

The day after Joe left the house for the very first time, Kendall felt a wave of sadness take over her body. She was devasted, and tired, she constantly woke in the middle of the night as if the house she was sleeping in was haunted.

Every single part of that bed smelt like him, every part of her body was once kissed by the lips of a man who had kissed someone else and she despised that. She felt like her world stopped, when they met, falling in love was not on her plans, and falling in love with a man like Joe wasn´t what she wanted.

"I think we should go with the big backyard one," Joe said hugging her from the back, "This way our babies would have the space to run, and then the babies of our babies" he chuckled putting his lips against the back of her head, Kendall smiled and closed her eyes; it was one of the moments she felt like her life made sense in only a way love makes you feel.

Now, that memory pained her, she was tied to him for life, for two entries now, she didn´t know what to do. The night Kendall found out she was pregnant -again-, happiness took over her body, brainstormed ideas of how she would tell her big baby and the love of her life the good news. The night she confronted Joe became savory, the memory of her telling the news to the father of her son was stained by betrayal and insincerity.

"I made waffles and fresh orange juice" Joe smiled at her showing the plates in the breakfast bar, which was once planned down to the smallest detail. "I think you should go" Kendall sighed "Natalie has a friend coming over today for a playdate and I don´t want her to create a false story on her head in which you come back here and we live happily ever after".

"Who is Mat?" Joe asked her and Kendall looked at him with surprise, "You do know I'm the father of Natalie and that baby you´re carrying right? You are not messing up the mind of my children with that man coming and hanging with them..." Kendall stopped him "You have a lot of nerve telling me I´m the one "messing" with her mind when you were fucking someone else" Joe looked down.

"While Natalie was sleeping here, happy that her daddy won a game so she could tell her friends in school he was the best, you were putting your dick inside another woman, so no, I'm not messing anything up, you did" water filled her eyes and her voice trembled when she stopped "You took away the happiness of being pregnant with MY baby and turned into a grey cloud above me every single day" she felt her knees weak.

"I hate you so much Joe, I hate you because a part of me needs you like a drug I'm addicted to, and I hate you because you destroyed the life WE built together, my kids will grow up in a broken home and the worst part of all is that I will never tell them what you did, that´s the difference between me and you. I´m putting them on top of everything and you didn´t even think twice about the damage you would cause" She said sobbing, and Joe felt his blood drop to his feet.

He left Kendall´s place and drove to the condo he was living in at the moment, he found no motivation in anything, he missed the chaos of his past life. He remembered clearly when he and Kendall got married.

"... You have filled my life with colors and turned it into a musical every time you´re near me. I promise to love you and take care of you and the family we will hopefully soon start. There is not a day where I take you for granted, waking up beside you it´s a pleasure and something I will love to grow old with.

You are the woman of my dreams, the best road trip partner, and the comedic duo made for me, I will make sure to remind you that I´m the man that I am because of you. That every mole on your body holds a million I Love You´s you will hear forever. I´m so happy that I´m becoming Mr. Carter" Kendall chuckled "I know you´re the designer but you´re the muse of my life, of every romantic, naughty, or funny thought that comes to my mind you´re the one I see. I love your laugh and I will try my best to come up with the biggest dad jokes so I can crack a small out of you. Here´s to a lifetime of love, I love you, Kenny."

He didn’t have the guts to admit when he stopped loving her because he wasn't sure if he ever stopped.

People always say you don´t know what you have until it´s gone and he realized that too late, when he met Jackie, he loved the adrenaline of starting a romance again. But now it was painful, he missed everything about Kendall. The way she always made him choose the color of her nail polish or how the pantry was always stocked with Joe´s favorite candy.

How was he so naive to lose his soulmate, the mother of his kids, the love of his life but also his best friend. He hated his life now, a life without her or his kids was a living nightmare, his baby was about to be born, and he hadn´t seen a single eco photo of him. Kendall was sad and blue all the time, the only thing keeping her going was her babies and the company she worked so hard for.

She missed Joe, she couldn´t forget him, and she was tired, she was about to give birth and her life would be upside down once again.

"God I miss you so much" was the first sentence that came out of her mouth when she boldly called Joe at 1 am, she had been crying nonstop, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was the love of her life.

He showed up that night, and he stayed there. It was pointless for him to go home when his pregnant ex-wife was almost about to give birth.

The next few months were a roller coaster of emotions, their baby was born, Joe wasn’t there when he arrived to this world. He was on a work trip when baby burrow arrived and everything happened too quick. Kendall went into labor at 7 am and her baby came out of the womb right away. He looked so much like Joe, it was a very strange feeling, when Natalie was born. He was there, he held her hand as she was pushing their baby girl into a world in which they would do anything to make her happy. That was the only promise Joe made to Kendall that she was sure he would keep.

The new baby mama had been crying nonstop, she wasn’t sure of how she would manage her life now as a single mom with a soon to be a 6 year old.

“How are you doing?” Joe said entering the room with ballons and flowers, Kendall started to cry again. They weren’t in bad terms now, they will share the most important thing on their lives forever. There are science fairs, dance recitals, birthdays, christmas and thanksgiving they will have to share.

“I’m not gonna lie, i’m very scared” Kendall said holding her tears. “Kenny you’ve done this before, you are the best mom ever, Natalie and baby are so lucky that you’re their mother” Joe said smiling with teary eyes. “I know i’ve done this before but i wasn’t doing it alone you know?” The guilt eat Joe alive every second of the day. “Hey, i’m not going anywhere, i can stay home until baby is a bit older” Kendall chuckled, and then start to cry again “What’s wrong?” Joe looked at her concerned “Everything Joe, our baby is here and we don’t even have a name for him, and Natalie keeps asking when is her daddy coming home and i’ve run of ways of explaining her why he’s not” She cried “I hate my new life, I hate going grocery shopping alone and carrying everything by myself, i hate driving everywhere and i really really miss you Joe” he was crying when she said that.

“I know I fucked up, and no amount of sorry’s will mend what I did, we can work this out, for the fourth of us - “ He was interrupted by the nurse entering with baby burrow after checking that everything was okay with him, Joe saw him for the first time and started crying, he held him in his arms and the nurse walked out of the room. “He looks so much like Natie” he whispered and Kendall giggled as she wiped her tears away. “Both of them look like you it’s not fair” she said crossing her arms “We can always try and make one that looks like you” Joe smirked and Kendall’s mind went numb, she didn’t had and expression on her face “Sorry maybe that was too much” he cleared his troat.

“I will make you fall in love with me again, I promise my love” he kissed her forehed and that was the last thing Kendall heard before she fell asleep. And she was so happy to hear that.

a/n! Hiii, i hope you like this chapter, i think the next one it’s the last one of our little series. :) I’ll try to post over the weekend but i don’t promise anything. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know in the comments. And i would love to hear you thoughts on this chapter and how do you expect the next one will be!!

#joe burrow #joe burrow fluff #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow blurb #joe burrow angst #joe burrow echoes

[spacelazarwolf]

“trans men have male privilege!!!!!!!!!!”

let’s take a look.

here’s some examples of male privilege from an article i found:

“you’re not said to be going against your gender’s “natural instinct” or your role in society by not having children.”

trans men are barred from gender affirming care, often on the basis that people think we should be having babies. also there are many groups of people who can get pregnant who deal with the opposite, who are encouraged not to have children or even forcibly sterilized.

“the media, popular sex advice, and normative definitions of sex focus primarily on your pleasure, especially if you’re cisgender.”

i have literally never once seen trans men mentioned in the media in regards to sex advice or positivity, and the fact the author tagged on that “especially if you’re cisgender” shows me they have never in their life spoken to a trans man.

“school sex ed, religious values, and other pervasive sources of sexual norms don’t treat your gender as more dirty, impure, and undesirable for losing your virginity.”

except they do, because most of us grew up assumed to be or forced to be girls, so we heard and internalized all this along with the cis girls, with the added element of “being trans is morally wrong and dirty and disgusting.”

“most pornography is made with your gender in mind (and it creates some pretty damaging ideas about women and other genders).”

there is very, very, very little pornography made with trans men in mind, and the stuff that is is made for chasers.

“you can be open about enjoying sex without people feeling automatically entitled to have sex with you.”

we actually can’t, because of our “lifestyle of degeneracy” and even the most woke cis people wring their hands when it comes to the question of sex with trans men. not to mention the constant harassment we receive from cis people who insist that they’re not transphobic while making it very clear that they think trans men’s bodies are disgusting and they would never in a million years sleep with us.

“you can make changes to your appearance like a haircut or dye without assumptions that you’re doing it for men.”

every change a trans man makes is put under a microscope. we are assumed to be doing it to “pass”, aka..... doing it for men, and other cis people.

“products like viagra exist with the aim of helping cisgender men maintain their sex lives as they get older, and social norms congratulate you for doing so. there is far less support for women to continue being sexual beings as they age.”

i guess you just forgot trans men exist with this one.

“you can be expressive about your sexuality in conversation, art, music, and more, without people accusing you of ‘using your body to get by’.”

nope. our art is suppressed, and when it’s not, it is under an intense amount of scrutiny, with people often saying that the only reason it’s successful is because we’re trans, not because it’s good art. and god forbid the art is about being trans.

“you can participate in kink, BDSM, and other alternative sexual practices without being judged as a “slut” or facing assumptions that you’re not in control of your own sexual choices.”

did we forget about the fact that people call trans people sexual deviants? or that there are people on this website who stalk and sexually harass trans men for their private sex lives?

“you’re less likely to be the target of street harassment. the majority of women have experienced street harassment in their lives, and most of the men who do are queer or gender non-conforming.”

so we’re just admitting that we consider white cishet men to be the owners of manhood? 

“you can turn down a date without worrying about being verbally attacked, physically assaulted, or even killed.”

nope, most of us face the exact same bullshit, but with an added element of transphobia.

“you’re less likely to experience intimate partner violence.”

false again. we experience incredibly high rates of intimate partner violence, again with an added element of transphobia and exacerbated by the fact we are economically disenfranchised, leading to higher likelihoods of financial abuse.

“you’re less likely to be raped, especially if you never go to prison.”

trans men actually have higher rates of rape than any other demographic.

“you’re less likely to be homeless as a result of intimate partner violence. Half of all homeless women and children in the US are fleeing intimate partner violence.”

trans men are more likely to be homeless than cis women, and are more likely to be turned away from domestic violence shelters because of their appearance and gender.

“you can enjoy partying without people blaming your “lifestyle” if you’re sexually assaulted.”

do i really have to explain why saying trans men won’t be blamed for our “lifestyle” is incorrect?

“doctors are more likely to take you seriously when you tell them your symptoms.”

trans men face higher rates of medical neglect and healthcare avoidance because of that medical neglect than cis women because we face both medical misogyny and medical transphobia.

“while medical research often ignores women and other genders, you get the benefits like research focusing on the heart attack symptoms you’re more likely to experience.”

again, just forgetting trans men exist.

“you’re less likely to have your physical illness symptoms attributed to psychological factors. For instance, when men and women with identical symptoms mention stress, doctors are more likely to overlook a woman’s symptoms of heart disease.”

incorrect, we often face the same medical neglect as cis women, with, again, an added element of transphobia. for example, doctors will often completely disregard our actual issues and just blame it on the testosterone if we are on hrt to the point we literally have a specific name for it: trans broken arm syndrome. 

“you can show your nipples in public, and are less likely to be harassed overall for showing some skin – even when women in public are using breasts for breastfeeding, they can be subject to harassment.”

do i really have to explain why trans men, whether they’ve had top surgery or not, can’t safely be shirtless in public?

“you can easily enjoy sports with athletes of your gender, as men’s sports get more airtime and promotion than women’s sports.”

there are very, very few athletes who are trans men, and it’s difficult for trans men to join men’s sports in the first place because cis men will often become violent if the trans man is better at the sport than they are.

“you can use the internet without being harassed.”

HAH.

“your gender is more represented in film, with women making up 12% of protagonists, 29% of major characters, and 30% of speaking characters in the top 100 grossing films.”

i can count on hand the number of trans men i’ve seen on the big screen.

“you don’t have politicians primarily of another gender making laws to control your gender’s bodies.”

again, HAH.

“there are more lawmakers of your gender determining the rules we all have to live by. for instance, women make up not even 20% of congress.”

according to a study done by an associate at harvard, during the year the study was done, there were 36 transgender people running for government positions. only 6 of them were trans men.

“you can have strong political opinions without people calling you a “feminazi” or judging you for being “opinionated.”

trans men get crucified on social media and in real life day in and day out for simply saying we have a right to exist.

“as a parent, you get more professional opportunities – avoiding the “motherhood penalty” that hurts women’s careers if they have children.”

don’t even know where to start with the cisnormativity. anyway trans men can be birth parents and face a shit ton of discrimination for it.

“you have a lower risk of living in poverty. 1 in 7 women and 4 in 10 single-mother families are poor, with the poverty rate for native american, black, and latina women at almost double the rate for white women.”

trans men have a higher risk of poverty than cis women, especially if they are not white or are disabled.

“you can put little time into your appearance without a negative impact on your work life, like having people believe you’re unprofessional or not put together.”

trans men have to agonize over tiny details about our appearance in order to gain a tiny amount of respect from cis people. this includes in the workplace.

“you can spend less on products to maintain your “professional” appearance. women are expected to spend more on clothing, accessories, and beauty products, even when they’re earning less.”

trans men have to spend thousands of dollars on surgeries and hrt, new clothing, makeup, other things to help us pass. if we don’t do that, or don’t want to do that, then we are subject to an immense amount of scrutiny.

“if you’re never promoted, it’s not because of your gender.”

lmao.

“you’re not expected to put in unpaid emotional labor, like maintaining office harmony, in addition to your work duties. people don’t believe that your gender is just more suited to this often unrecognized and uncompensated work.”

trans people are often expected to put in an incredible amount of emotional labor in the workplace, especially if they are out, and even then our workplaces aren’t always safe. it’s why we have higher rates of unemployment than cis people.

“you aren’t raised to believe your gender is inherently more delicate or weak with phrases like “you throw like a girl.”

more cisnormativity.

“as you’re growing up, you have more positive role models of your gender to choose from in media, history books, fiction, and more.”

cisnormativity 2.0. i didn’t even know trans men existed until i was well into adulthood.

“If you’re religious, you can find a place of worship that doesn’t treat your gender as inferior. for instance, feminist christian churches exist, but in many areas, the only options for worship are churches that follow patriarchal traditions.”

not only is this christonormative, but also ignores the fact that most if not all religious spaces are either not welcoming or actively hostile to trans people, including trans men.

also, most of these examples don’t take into account intersectionality but that’s not surprising.

in conclusion:

begging y’all to use a single fucking brain cell.

#trans #transgender #trans man #trans men #transmasc #trans masc #trans masculine #transphobia #cisnormativity #transandrophobia

[tsams-confessions]

Dude, why do you think that all of us who don't like Eclipse are just because he killed Lunar?

I don't like Eclipse because he tried to kill Gregory using Sun body.

I don't like Eclipse because he manipulated Roxy mind (Regardless of how things ended after that, he intention was NOT good)

I don't like Eclipse because he created an assassin to free himself from him confinement and then just forgot about they when ran away until that assassin came back to bite him ass.

I don't like Eclipse because he used the Bloodmoon massacre as a weapon against Sun making him believe that he had killed those children.

I don't like Eclipse because he harassed Sun as if the guy couldn't get enough with his toxic brother (I'm not here to say who's worse)

I don't like Eclipse for worsening the situation Sun and Moon were in when they started the channel.

I don't like Eclipse for creating Lunar (That's right! I don't like Lunar!)

I don't like Eclipse for locking Sun and Moon in their heads and programming Moon jail so that she would suffer pain every time Lunar moved.

I don't like Eclipse for wanting to remake the world in its bad taste.

I don't like Eclipse because he is an egomaniac with a God complex.

I don't like Eclipse because in the universe where he won, turned Sun into a servant who he abuses physically, mentally and verbally just for his sadistic pleasure.

I don't like Eclipse being a headache for the family regardless of whether he is alive or dead.

I don't like Eclipse because he manipulated Sun into breaking Moon computer so the Kill Code could be released in Moon.

I don't like Eclipse because when he had the chance to make the first good decision after freeing himself from the computer where he was locked up, didn't do it, he went back to the unpleasant behavior and the obsessive plan of him with the star.

I don't like Eclipse because his moments of weakness are as forced as the plot convenience that he no longer wants to remake the world but simply waste the star power annoying Sun and Moon (Pathetic)

I don't like Eclipse for insulting Earth

I don't like Eclipse because even though he had the opportunity to properly warn Sun and Moon before his death about the dangers that were coming, he didn't do it, AND DON'T SAY THEY DIDN'T GIVE HIM A CHANCE, both Sun and Moon forced themselves to listen to him for a moment, but he told one that he would only talk to Moon and he literally told the other that they should kill Lunar without giving more details. He preferred to take the really valuable information to the grave!!!

I don't like Eclipse because even today his personality is based on being an arrogant, crazy cretin who only lives to insult like the unbearable school bully.

And finally I don't like Eclipse because of many of its adoring fans.

You see, there are plenty of reasons for someone to dislike Eclipse, and Lunar doesn't even have to be involved in the equation.

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#sun and moon show #the sun and moon show #tsams #sams #tsams confession #< block this if you dont want to see these #mod 1blood

[mannatea]

Fanfiction writing and posting culture has shifted so much over the last 20 years. Every time I read anything on r/fanfiction, not only do I lose brain cells, but I feel like a huge, huge part of fanfiction culture has moved toward reading only completed works and avoiding engagement at all cost, but particularly until a work is finished. There was a post yesterday by someone celebrating the fact that a fic they had on alert updated because it had "been so long" since the last update: it was a wait of one and a half months.

That isn't that long for a writer with a spouse and/or children and/or a busy career and/or someone busting ass at school and/or a life outside and off the internet.

While a lot of comments did chastise this person for their perceived idea of a long wait for an update, there were also a few comments from readers proclaiming that this was why they never read incomplete works.

Heck, there were one or two (upvoted!) comments about how writers should simply pre-write everything if they wanted feedback.

Don't get me started on the posts by people that read hundreds of fics a week and yet never comment. "Gosh, I wish I there were more fics for xyz." As if there's not something they can do about that by simply commenting on the works that do exist to show the authors the content they made has an audience!

As a fanfic writer specifically, I find this weird attitude toward the creative work of other people more than a bit discouraging (and sometimes deeply uncomfortable). Fanfiction, like fanart, is a social experience. I create a thing and then others engage with it to encourage me to do more of the thing. I am not a machine and I do not exist for your entertainment or pleasure, but the way fandom leans these days would lead you to believe authors and artists exist for the purpose of consumption.

I am a whole person and doing this costs me my time. For a long story, many many hours of time.

I don't think it's asking too much for people who took the time to read a story (and in particular those who enjoy it) to engage with it.

This doesn't even touch the weird "I only read completed fics" mindset and how it feels to see that sentiment echoed as an author.

"Just write it all in advance before posting it then." Do you even know how long it takes to write a story—to write a longform fic with a plot to completion?

Break Open the Sky was 102,000 words long (and this is short compared to a lot of longfics, so keep that in mind). Even if you assume a writing speed of 1,000 words an hour (generous, because some difficult passages will be much slower to write), that is a whopping 102 hours. That doesn't include the time I had to spend to go back and re-read to continue the story. That doesn't include outlining. That doesn't include note-taking. That doesn't including mapping out locations and distance for travel. That doesn't include editing or formatting to post, either, which took hours per chapter.

I have to sacrifice something else to be able to write. No video games, no movies, no books, no television, no nap, no goofing off online.

Comments become a big motivation, especially on a WIP. It doesn't feel like a waste of time then, to get a little less sleep or take a little less time for yourself; it gives the writer something to look forward to: interaction and socialization with fellow fans. And I don't think the cost is that high for a reader compared to the hundreds of hours it might have cost me to be able to show it to them in the first place.

But nope, r/fanfiction is really out there complaining that fics don't update (even though they didn't bother to comment) and that longfics aren't finished before they start being posted (even though they still don't comment as the story is being posted) and then complaining that there aren't enough fics for [ship]/[trope] even though they are really out there refusing to engage in fandom in a meaningful way that might encourage authors whose work they enjoy to continue to create.

TL;DR: creation costs time.

#if you wanna be real technical fanfic has never been free #when the comments stop oftentimes so do the writers #artists are the same way though. #imagine spending 20 hours on a piece of art and nobody ever says anything about it #and you can't tell if they ACTUALLY like it or if they're just looking at it

[lets-talk-spirituality]

Let’s talk about: The Sacral Chakra

The sacral chakra, the second chakra located between the root and solar plexus, governs the reproductive system, pelvic floor and gluteus muscles, deep lower abdominals, and lower stomach area.

When people say they have a deep knowing, they are referring to the seat of sacral chakra energy. The sacral chakra is what houses our energy of creation, our legacy. It is the portal through which we materialize things we sense in other dimensions. It is where the kundalini awakening begins. It is where life begins. The only place where beings from other dimensions can translate into our dimension.

The sacral chakra is tied to the color orange, so consider eating oranges or surrounding yourself with orange to help feed some energy back into this chakra system.

Womb Trauma: Anatomically Female Body Karma

From histories of forcible impregnation, rape, forced abortion, miscarriage, stillborn, death in childbirth, death for not producing the right gender child, forced incest, incestual impregnation, and more horrors, the female body holds karma that male bodies do not.

There is something that happens when your DNA and another’s mix within you. Female bodies must integrate the DNA of the one who’s child she carries. Being forced to hold children from traumatic circumstances has created vast gendered karma that a lot of us women and modern aware men are attempting to work through as a team.

Women’s bodies have been used to bring evil into this world, have been used as a portal of the worst kind. It has brought a depravity and savagery to the human race. Men fear this power we hold, the power of the portal. And that fear is the basis of patriarchy and its need to protect women. It is why they subjugate us and hate us, something I’ve been thinking so deeply about recently. That is why male bodies have always protected female bodies. It’s not only about children, it’s what those children can become, can do.

For some women, choosing not to have children in pursuit of other passions is their own desired way of clearing the karma. For some, choosing to be a stay at home mom is their way of clearing the karma. That is why it’s not fair to judge women for their reproductive capabilities or decisions. Having the physical ability to give birth or not does not take away the creative power of the womb, even if it doesn’t “work” the way the patriarchy thinks it should.

Prostate Trauma: Anatomically Male Body Karma

Biologically male bodies do not have wombs, but they do have a prostate which is an important part of their reproductive system. This prostate holds the male seed of power and pleasure. It is no mistake that homophobic fears have been instilled within the human consciousness as a way to divorce men from ownership of their own pleasure in sex. It allows them to put all their sexual desires onto women. But what is lost is a core piece of their humanity.

I think it’s important for men to practice learning sexually about themselves with exploration on their own, without the crutch of porn or a partner. I believe men who may try prostate milking for themselves would allow a well of pleasure to free them from sexual addictions and other desires that are really a desire to connect more deeply to their own sexual center. It may result in crying. A lot of healing I’ve done through sexuality and orgasming has led to a breaking down of my defenses and I cry like a baby, so I can imagine many men who try to connect to themselves this way will at first feel grief for the self abandonment. The goal would be to hopefully reconnect yourself enough to where that outpouring of self love is ecstatic and not shameful or heartbreaking.

One of the cruelest parts of patriarchy is the way it shames men for sexual urges and completely disconnects them from their own agency as owners of sexual desires for purely their own exploration and pleasure, not tied to the masculine pursuit of fucking/subordinating sexually women (I have anew feminist theory I’m working on where I’m starting to think all sex is subjugation for women in a patriarchal structure, but I haven’t fledged it out, anyway, even in a female dominant sexual position I’d argue it’s still female subjugation because the change in power dynamics is the exact thing that makes it erotic, which therefore upholds the power imbalance) or procreation.

Circumcision Trauma: Horrors for all genitals

I remember asking my grandmother about female circumcision as a child because a model on America’s Next Top Model was mutilated as a child. She told me it was the removal of the clitoris in women. Female circumcisions are performed in the Middle East, and other places as a way to control female sexual pleasure. Because many Abrahamic religions teach that women are the root cause of male sexual desire, it is thought to be “clean” and “pure” to make sex literally only about procreation and not about pleasure.

Male circumcisions also reduce male pleasure by desensitizing the head of the penis. Male circumcisions are no longer medically necessary but are upheld for aesthetic or religious purposes. They are extremely common in America and it is a huge first trauma to a male child.

Both of these traumas are unnecessary and cruel in my opinion and there is healing to be had around genital mutilation for all circumcised women and men and for those who had their genitalia altered, such as those with ambiguous genitalia.

**I have heard my females friends talk negatively about uncircumcised penises and how they are gross, look weird, etc. If you are someone who has negative feelings towards the natural male penis, I urge you to heal this. Do not uphold the idea that child genital mutilation is okay because of your own ingrained concept of what a male penis should look like. If you reproduce, consider what it means as a human to believe you have the right to make choices about someone else’s body in such a profound way. It’s a violation of boundaries and personal rights**

Signs of a blocked sacral chakra:

- reproductive issues, menstruation issues, hormonal imbalances

- sexual performance issues, such as low libido (low for your normal, I know some people are asexual), inability to orgasm, pain during penetration and dryness for women, inability to stay hard for men

- fear around being seen or sharing yourself with someone

- literally blocked when it comes to writers block or some other block in your creative process,

- in men specifically, homophobia which was used to keep men away from the power of their prostate

- fear or disgust with sex or genitals

Ways to heal the sacral chakra:

- hip opening stretches/yoga

- orgasming to sacral chakra solfeggio sounds, for male bodies, prostate milking and orgasming can help clear held trauma

- strengthening your pelvic floor, lower abdominals, glutes, hip flexors through exercise

- twerking and somatic dance, belly dancing, pole fitness, any exercise that makes you feel sexy, is sensuous and can help you allow yourself to be in the sexual power of your body

- painting or engaging in some other form of art that requires you to transform immaterial matter into material, such as turning a thought into a painting or a song, creating a business, taking something and transforming it into something else

- for those with wombs, womb healing is a big thing that can help you heal very deep ancestral karma we carry in our sacral chakra.

- look into ways to heal your cycle, become more intune with your menstrual cycle and its rhythms, consider getting off birth control or approaching hormonal and reproductive health more holistically (if it works for you! Stay on birth control if it works for you! Get off if it doesn’t)

- working through any sexual trauma you may have, it’s very challenging but it’s rewarding, but follow what feels good and right for you in the moment, don’t push through something if it feels wrong, don’t override your system to give into sexual requests of partners

-connect to your body through exercise, begin to really feel your muscles and your material form, learn how to use breath to engage muscles and how to move your body, learn your body deeply, become the expert on yourself

- drink a glass of orange juice a day and imagine it cleansing your sacral chakra

-kegle exercises!

- being naked, or learning to embrace your body in its rawest forms

- massage and other forms of self love that involve touching yourself, so like a face mask, putting on lotion, painting nails, hair masks, hair brushing, things that make you connect with your body

- sweat! I love sitting in dry saunas to just sweat, it helps to cleanse your body including your sacral chakra and other more grounded chakras like root and solar plexus too.

#blocked chakras #chakra work #sacral chakra #chakra healing #chakras #orange #womb healing #fgm #circumcision #circumcised penis #circumcised cock #childhood trauma healing #healingjourney #healing work #trauma healing #spiritual healing #sex shaming #somatic therapy #somatichealing #somatic experiencing #twerk out #twerkthatass #twerking #twerk it #girls who twerk #pole dance #pole fitness #long post

[nuctoria]

Do you have any more King Boo, Antasma, and Dimentio hcs?

This should warm up my hands, cause it's freezing in my room right now.

King Boo -

This guy has never watched a horror movie ever, he tried to read a book with ghost stories but he didn't find it scary or interesting at all and so he just avoids them. He gets his inspiration from what he hears from his boos say while out exploring or scaring others and going out on his own and observing the Toads.

He has every opportunity to attack Luigi at any point in his own home, he knows this. He just doesn't do it because he has more material to work with at abandoned mansions or buildings he makes ghosts create, since its the design he wants and can manipulate at will with his illusions.

He loves visiting the younger boos and playing with them or teaching them to be the scariest they can be. Gotta learn from the best after all! Same goes for ghost children, like the baby from the first mansion. You think he learned how to use such powerful and terrifying magic on his own? Nope! Special lessons from the king himself!

Ghost animals know not to mess with him. They'll mess with the things and people around him and roam near him if they want to but never make direct contact with him unless he himself wants to. Polterpup will forever be loyal to Luigi but even it knows its limits.

Like Luigi, he has crazy lightning powers, which is evident in all LM games, from sound to visual. However, Luigi's is elemental and natural, King Boo's is artificial and has different side-effects than normal lightning.

He has to take his crown off when not battling or away from his domain, or at least the gem, since it can drive him insane. He doesn't mind when he's battling as it fuels him with the power and drive he needs to keep going but he wants to have a normal day, he has to set it aside to ease his mind.

He changes his style after each defeat, making himself look flashier and flashier each time, which is evident with how luxurious the hotel was and with the four keys Luigi had to collect and put them on KB's tongue door (no idea how to call it-), since Gravely made it in his image, it means those are tongue piercings. He does this to show Luigi what he could have had if he stuck with him from the beginning.

He definitely offered a deal to Luigi to be his subject when he died when they were dating, not wanting to loose him to the Underwhere or Upthere when his time was up. It was denied and it's another personal insult he won't let go.

He knows Bowser is very much wary and uncomfortable of him and takes great pleasure in it. He likes to keep his alliances on their toes and watch themselves, saves him from future betrayals.

He has been to the Underwhere and explored it a bit but prefers to stick to his own domain, knowing he doesn't have much control there thanks to Jaydes, which means he has to watch himself.

Antasma -

He's an only pup, so he has no siblings or a colony. He remembers his folks but they aren't around anymore due to how many years have passed.

Speaking of which, his age is pretty much meaningless at this point, given how many years he has managed to live by keeping himself fed enough and bid his time in regaining his powers after imprisonment.

He had direct contact with the spirit of the Dark Stone due to how much he used it but after destroying it, he never heard the spirit again, nor knows where or how it is. He hopes it still exists at least so the power won't vanish for good.

He doesn't know Bowser is a father but he does have suspicion on his and Kamek's bond which he had plans to use for his benefit, but he couldn't due to the betrayal that he didn't anticipate.

Before his imprisonment and while scheming behind Dreambert's back, he loved intimidating and threatening the smoldergiest for fun or to do his bidding and give him information he needed.

Dimentio -

No, he's not the son of the Pixl Queen, not in my version at least.

He's a lot, lot, LOT more powerful and knowledgeable than he appears to be, especially for someone who's lived for so long. In the game, he said he had waited for over 1500 years, but he's been alive for much longer than that as he first had to learn of the prophecy and gain an interest to it after research to be committed to it.

Also, his defeat was somewhat planned, he just didn't expect that Mario's team would be more powerful than he thought but he used it to his theatrical "defeat". You cannot tell me that someone who's lived for so long and waited even more for this prophecy, this artefact that could bend reality itself and the man who was to host it in its body, could be defeated this easily. This is not his end, but he has gained new knowledge and is taking his time modifying his plan to perfection.

There must have been countless trials and errors while trying to summon the Chaos Heart, either by the demands of Count Bleck or by Dimentio influencing the scene for unfortunate victims to go through unwilling and broken unions to see who would finally be the one couple that would summon it, always missing the part of the Man in Green that he thought wasn't necessary until Luigi showed up.

When he finally got the hint about Luigi being connected to the prophecy and having him brainwashed like this, he tried to get close to him and manipulate him to his side, which didn't work but he was introduced to a snippet of Luigi, the parts he sometimes showed to the world but wasn't happy with, and grew interested in the individual. This fascination grew when he sent him to the Underwhere and tested him some more after he reunited with his brother, battling him himself. He could now see why the prophecy waited so patiently for him. He wanted him too now.

That's all I have for now.

#king boo #antasma #dimentio #mario & luigi dream team #luigi's mansion #spm #headcanons #anon ask

[dyns33]

The stupid genius

A little Nathan Bateman x female reader

Y/N should have known.

Truth be told, she had had doubts at first, when Nathan started cooking for her, and asking her questions about her day, actually listening to her answers even if he could see everything on his cameras, and kissing her with tenderness, and taking her to bed only to concentrate on her pleasure.

This was not normal, because Nathan Bateman was a selfish genius who understood nothing about human relationships and social rules.

But Y/N loved him despite all his flaws. He had managed to seduce her by showing some vulnerable sides, in addition to his intelligence and his humor, so she had thought that he was doing this for her, to show her that he loved her too, after all this time together.

So she let her guard down, and enjoyed every moment.

Then, one evening, because he had hardly slept in three days, she went to look for Nathan in his office to ask him to rest a bit.

She then saw what he was working on lately.

Nathan had never hidden from Y/N that he wanted to create the perfect AI. She was undoubtedly the only person alive aware of his project, which was a great honor and a demonstration of trust, aided by the confidentiality contract she had signed.

The part he was working on now was very important : the ability of the A to have emotions, or at least to act as if it had emotions.

It was not a big deal. What Y/N didn't really like was discovering photos and videos of her on Nathan's screens, all the moments they had spent together for several weeks.

"… Can you explain this to me ?"

"Hmm ?" was Nathan's response, who didn't even seem to notice that she had entered. "What ?"

"What are you doing ?"

"You're not stupid, you see what I'm doing. I use a database to code the emotional responses of my creations."

"But why not movies? Why not someone else ?"

"Movies aren't real life, babe. I want real emotions. It has to be fluid, honest, and it's better for the same AI if it's the same person. I wanted answers specific to certain situations, so it was easier."

“… Fuck you, babe.” Y/N spat as she walked out.

Nathan didn't follow her. He didn't seem to understand why she was angry, and he probably thought it wouldn't last, like most of the arguments they'd had in the past.

Each time, he joined her in the bedroom, or the next morning. He took her in his arms, kissed her neck, without really apologizing, but making her understand that he didn't like her being mad at him, and she forgave him.

Not this time.

When he hugged her in the kitchen, asking her what she wanted to do today, Y/N didn’t move. She had no expression, acting like some kind of robot, responding that she didn't know. She didn't want anything.

Especially not with him.

This surprised him. Nathan Bateman wasn't used to being resisted. But he just shrugged as he finished his coffee to get ready for his morning boxing session, before going to his lab, thinking that she would be calmer afterwards.

"You're really acting like a child." he said during lunch, seeing that nothing had changed. “It’s children who sulk.”

“You sulk all the time.”

"That's not true. I get annoyed by the mediocrity and stupidity of others, which exhaust me mentally. The problem is that you're not stupid, otherwise you wouldn't be here, so I'm even more annoyed by your behavior.”

“You really don’t see what you did wrong.”

It was not a question. Of course Nathan didn't see what he had done wrong. He never did anything wrong.

It was already a great honor that she lived with him, slept with him, knew his plan, so Y/N should be flattered that he pretended to be nice to her so that she serves as a model for his great work.

There was absolutely nothing offensive.

“Alright, I’ll stop sulking.” Y/N declared, keeping her expression perfectly neutral.

“I hope so, it’s really not fun.”

He didn't seem to notice right away that she hadn't stopped sulking. She agreed to go for a walk with him, she let him kiss her, she answered his questions, but she did all this without showing the slightest emotion.

He finally seemed to realize it while they were in bed, and she was letting him do whatever he wanted.

"You're alright ?" he asked, and Y/N felt like there was concern in his voice, even if it sounded absurd.

"Yes. Good. Just tired."

“We can stop if you want.”

"I'm fine."

Without realizing it, but turning her head so he wouldn't see her, Y/N cried until he was done, and she stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night, thinking that maybe it was time for her to go.

She wasn't the first to mention the helicopter.

“If you want to leave, you just have to ask me.”

Nathan didn't turn towards her, his gaze turned towards the mountains. He didn't even give her time to close the living room door before saying this sentence.

"… Where did you get this idea ?"

"Don't act stupid. I already told you I didn't like it."

"I'm not sure what you like or don't like lately. You want me to leave ?"

This made him move, and Y/N saw something strange in Nathan’s eyes. Something she had never seen before, or ever so slightly, when he was drunk, or when he thought she couldn't see him because the lights were off.

Emotions.

Fear. Sadness. Suffering.

“Of course I don’t want you to leave.” he said with an equally strange voice. "As I don't want you to cry when I touch you. I want you to slap me and tell me to stop."

“You told me to stop acting like a child.”

“That's not the point !”

“Not the point ?!” Y/N said angrily as she approached, which seemed to scare him. "You pretended to be interested in me for your work ! You played the perfect boyfriend only to study my micro expressions and reproduce them on your machines. Do you think that makes me happy ? To know that you don't care ? It hurts you that I'm crying because of you ? But that's what I feel when you touch me now, when I see you, when I listen to you, because I know that I don't care ! I'm not important to you !”

She promised herself to stay calm. She had promised herself to continue playing the robot, telling him that she was leaving him, and that she wanted him to delete all the images he had of her.

But it was too hard, because despite all his faults, she loved the bastard, and she hated that he pretended to be sad that she was sad. He even dared to make the decision to leave for her.

"… I didn't pretend." he whispered, and he had never looked so vulnerable.

"Oh, shut up Nathan. You said it, I'm not stupid."

"Maybe I am, a bit, if you really mean everything you just said. I care about you. I love you. That's why I wanted you to be the model, and not anyone else. It allowed me to spend time with you, to make you happy, and yes to work too. One stone, two birds. I didn't understand why that upset you. I guess I missed an essential fact…"

“That you’re an ass.”

“Yes, that.”

This day was really strange, even stranger than when he started being nice. Nathan stopped looking at her, as if he no longer wanted her to see him like that, so human, and he started looking at the mountain again while scratching his skull.

It was almost perfect. However, there was one little thing missing.

“You didn’t say you were sorry.”

"I'm not sorry."

Y/N stared at him for a long time, thinking about the helicopter again. It was still tempting, despite the beautiful speech she had just heard.

"I mean…" he added, looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry that I hurt you, of course. I'm not sorry that I did it, I had good reasons, but I didn't mean to hurt you, and if you don't want me to do it again, I won't do it again.”

“What if I still want to leave ?”

“I would be heartbroken, masturbate to your videos, and cry like a kid in my bed for several months.”

“I thought you never acted like a kid.”

“I said I’m not sulking, it’s different.”

Nathan Bateman was such a jerk. But Y/N already knew that when she met him, and when she fell in love with him, and it was arguably the most romantic statement he had ever made, and was capable of making.

Rolling her eyes, she finished approaching him, taking him in her arms and kissing his neck. He got the message, returning her embrace without saying anything, kissing her forehead.

The argument was over.

"You didn't say if I can continue to use your…"

"No."

"All right." he sighed, with a small smile, not letting go of her to finish his coffee, do his boxing session and lock himself in his lab.

#ex machina #nathan bateman #nathan bateman x reader #nathan bateman imagine #nathan bateman fanfiction

[ilkkawhat]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

aw 🥺 thanks for sending this to me

Half Past Midnight: My first fic I wrote after a...idk how many years it was hiatus, right at the start of me falling back in love with CSI again and creating things for it; I took such a deep dive into Nick's head and part of what I did in writing this was watching only Nick's parts on a loop, in the dark, with headphones on and I distinctly remember a point where it really got to me and I gasped for air and spooked my dog (don't worry he was okay just startled lol) It was also the first fic I started playing around and including my own headcanons in there

Last Breath: I just...have a lot of good memories from writing this fic. It was probably the most interactive, like I would go so far as to say it was almost even like a collaboration because so many people pitched ideas (the idea for the fic as a whole was straight up handed to me on a silver platter) and made the fic better for it, and I also really got to know my Stokes children OCs in doing this fic--I did do a handful of fics for them before this, but I feel like I really hammered down who they were and it won't be the last fic on this list but I do also have the sequel (First Flight) to use as a chance to cover things I missed in the first one and explore more universe altering headcanons. It was also my first like, longer fic at around 64k word count wise, and right now my longest completed fic lol

Atrophy: I swear this list I'm just going off of fics that I have distinct memories of attachment to; this one I started writing on my way to a wedding and brought back an OC I created back when I was a teenager. After the wedding I had to go to this university for a class paid for by my job and I spent the car rides there and back brainstorming, and even writing in between classes (and if I recall...even during class at some points shh.) Its sequel Agony is uh, giving me some challenges and I regret a lot of things like maybe pushing it out so fast and then losing steam and wishing I did some things different/toned it down, but Atrophy I still feel mostly good about (though man imagine if I went as hard on it as I am with Agony as long and drawn out as it is lol) and the ficverse as a whole is definitely a favorite of mine

For Your Viewing Pleasure: Surprise, another Grave Danger fic. I wrote this during a pretty rough time and just remember being proud of myself for doing it, and wrote it all within a week and the ideas and words just kept...flowing. It felt like I was truly in my element when I wrote it and helped me remember why I love writing so much.

Specimen Stokes: God I know this fic also went off the rails like Agony did where I worry it became like...too much and should have held back a little (no pun intended) but I will never forget the day I ran out of work to go start writing a one shot in response to an anon who I don't even think technically asked for it as a fic, it was like "choose between these scenarios" and as I started to think about it I just...couldn't help myself. Like Atrophy I have sequels in mind and all sorts of things I want to do and I swear I actually have the rest of this fic installment planned out it's just...writing it lol. And taking the plunge into making it sci-fi and twisting the characters in the AU has been a blast and I feel like a great amount of my creativity has shown through in this fic, the edits and stuff I made for it, and the ideas I have coming up.

#i know i'm not really on here anymore and haven't even created much since what. april? #for sure I haven't really giffed. maybe made an icon or two #but i have been writting little bits and pieces here and there and recently had a dream that inspired yet another fic #that i'll probably never write/finish but i think I might combine it with another WIP and if it is ever done...the angst man #i just wanna make things again and feel good about it #though i guess writing so much about my fics has to be worth something in regards to that...right?