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incognit0slut · 7 months

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SILENT PLEA

Part 1 of kinktober | main masterlist

Being a few feet away from your friends wasn’t going to stop you from seeking pleasure with your professor.

softdom!spencer x fem reader; Thigh-riding, teasing, semi-public, praise, age gap, power imbalance with teacher/student dynamic

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a/n: this one is dedicated to those who just wants to sit on his lap while being praised 🖤 (also i has to repost this bcs of some error it was so weird)

IT WAS HIS EYES. The rich, earthy tones of his irises with subtle flecks of amber and gold held a comforting warmth that seemed to radiate within, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. You always found yourself captivated every time his gaze fell on you. It felt as if he had a secret language written in those brown orbs, one that spoke volumes without uttering a single word.

Or it might've been his hands. You always knew he had nice, well-kept hands but the more you examined them, the more you noticed how enticing they truly were. The size of them always surprised you, as well as the length of his fingers, but it was the veins running along the backs of his hands that really made you dry at the mouth.

Maybe it was the age difference. The mature lines on his face, those crinkle lines around his eyes whenever he smiled only adding an appeal to his appearance. And the way he carried himself with a sense of authority was definitely a factor, one that never failed to make you weak in the knees.

But perhaps it was just him. All of him. The way he stood at his tall height. The way he laughed at his own joke. The way he spoke in his lectures—the enthusiasm palpable in his voice as he explained the difference between a trigger and a stressor while mentioning he was going to put them in the finals, something he shouldn't have probably done.

It was everything about him. His unruly hair. His tailored suit. His charming smile.

And there was the way that he called you, addressing your first name in a room full of people, yet every time you were alone with him, you felt special. You were always his good girl.

"You're such a good girl for me, you know that, right?"

You knew, because every time you did as you were told, he gave you more. More than what you wanted, more than what you needed. He knew you inside and out, and as much as you hated to admit what you were doing these past couple of months was deemed inappropriate, you still couldn't help it. Everything about him made you crave more.

That was why you found yourself perched on his lap after class. It was wrong on so many levels. Not only was it unprofessional for a faculty member to be sexually involved with a student, it was also looked down upon to be in a relationship with someone almost twice your age. But temptation won over rational thoughts, and you had to admit, the professor you had a crush on ever since he introduced himself in front of the class, was really good at tempting you.

"Spence..." You sighed out, hips squirming along his lap. Each of your legs was on either side of his thigh, and you sat there, waiting for him to do something because you were desperate. How could you not when he had been eying you throughout this morning? The subtle glint of mischief wasn't lost on you when he spoke in front of you and your peers, and now that you were finally alone with him, you wanted his undivided attention.

Spencer's hands gripped your thighs as his eyes swept along your body. They momentarily paused on the low dip of your shirt, your cleavage visible for his own pleasure, before he glanced back up to your face.

"We don't have much time," he reminded, yet his hands were sliding up your skirt. And he was right, there wasn't enough time. Staying in his class after everyone had left wasn't exactly ideal, but it didn't stop you from locking the door before you practically climbed on top of him. You knew his next class was about to start in fifteen—no, thirteen minutes. You had already spent the two minutes waiting impatiently for him to touch you.

Now you couldn't leave this room without having a part of him. You needed him, every fiber in your body was screaming for him, and if you had to beg for him to comply with your needs, you would gladly do it in a heartbeat.

"Please." Your voice was barely a whisper, yet he still heard you loud and clear. "I-I need you."

Your breath hitched as his thumb stroked along the outline of your underwear and it took a lot of self-control for you not to whine pathetically. "Yeah? Tell me what you need then."

You paused, opting to choose the right words that wouldn't sound so vulgar because, with the way your body was reacting, you could only think of wild, explicit things. Your eyes settled on his face, sinking in the way he was watching you intensely, and your words abruptly stopped at the tip of your tongue.

"Go on, use your words," he urged. "Tell me what you want me to do."

You let out a trembling sigh. Everything about him was already consuming you, but the moment his hands danced along your sides, you knew you had to have more. Lust surged within you like a relentless tide, pulling you deeper into its intoxicating depths. It was a feverish, aching hunger that clawed at your insides, demanding satisfaction. The simple warmth radiating from his hands gripping your thighs just wasn't enough. So you braved yourself and leaned closer, resting your hands on his shoulders.

"I-I want you to touch me."

A ghost of a smile played on his lips. "But I am touching you."

You looked at him through your lashes, biting down your bottom lip. "More," you pleaded. "Please."

He hummed a reply, his hands slowly leaving your hips before they trailed under your blouse, traveling up the length of your body before stopping right on your breasts. Your senses danced with anticipation, every nerve alert and quivering, as his hands cupped each flesh, squeezing them ever so slightly as you felt a thumb brush across a nipple over the thin layer of your bra.

"Like this?" All you could manage was a tiny nod and his smile grew wider. You couldn't help but buckle your hips when he rolled your nipples between his fingers, playing with them in a seductive tease.

"What else do you want?" He gently asked. You noticed the way his voice began to descend, gradually sinking into a deeper tone, and your eyes instinctively fell on his mouth. His lips were a perfect balance between fullness and subtlety. It was gently curved and so inviting that you wanted to feel the shape of them right against yours.

"I..." you started, your voice in a breathless whisper. "I want you to kiss me."

He let out a pleased sound, slowly sliding his hands out of your shirt. "I can definitely do that."

And then he was moving forward, pressing his lips to yours, caging you in with strong hands on either side of your face. You instantly melted like a puddle. You were ice and he was the sun, and the mere taste of him had your body dissipate in his arms.

He teased your bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, lightly tracing the pink skin until your mouth parted in invitation. You moan quietly as the taste of him—faint traces of coffee and something incredibly sweet—greeted you. His tongue slid against yours, hot and eager to taste you as pleasure surged throughout your body.

Spencer slowly pulled away, trailing his lips down your neck before he sucked on the spot right under your ear. You could practically feel the smile against your skin as his hands traveled down your arms, holding you gently as he whispered, "Tell me what else you want."

The ache between your legs was too much to handle. A simple kiss was enough for your body to burn with lust. You needed the pleasure, you needed the release, and he was the only one who could give it to you. He was the only one who knew your body as if you were made exactly for him to ravish. Your eyes smoldered with an insatiable longing and your breath came in shallow, hurried gasps, each one a desperate plea for fulfillment.

It was now or never.

"I want you to fuck me."

He leaned back, if he was surprised by your choice of words, he didn't show it. Instead, he let out a sigh as his hands continued to move down your sides again. "Oh, sweetheart, it's not that I don't want to, but we both know I would need more than..." His eyes swept over the watch around his wrist. "...eight minutes to fuck you properly."

Your breath hitched in your throat, then you watched as the curve of his lip turned upwards into a teasing smile.

"But I can't leave my sweet girl all desperate like this, can I?" Then his hands were back on your hips. "Why don't you ride my thigh instead?"

Your face heated up at the suggestion while your mouth slipped out a desperate whimper. Your skin flushed with a warm, feverish glow, and the world around you faded into obscurity as desire became your sole focus.

You were hesitant, but you were also desperate to find your release, so your body started moving on its own, hips rutting against the roughness of his pants. Pressing the growing heat surging between your legs onto his thigh sent a shiver in your system.

Much to his pleasure, Spencer's mouth stretched out into a thin and permissive smile, unable to hide his satisfaction. "That's it," he praised, fingers digging into your hips. His raspy voice only made you burn with red-hot desire. "Keep going."

Following his words, you moved your pelvis. What started out lazy and slow soon turned into sporadic thrusts as you tried to cling to any friction, grinding yourself against his leg with such fervor. It was too much, but at the same time, it wasn't enough.

Attempting to catch your breath, you buried your face into the crook of his neck to suppress your mewls of arousal as best as you could. But as he continued to massage your hips and manually move you back and forth on his leg, the effort quickly became useless.

"This feels good, doesn't it?" He murmured. "It's so cute how easily you get off with just my thigh, don't you think?" He said, giving your ass cheeks a firm squeeze.

You breathed his name as your eyes fluttered to a close. You grind your hips harder down onto his thigh, gasping against his lips when your clit caught on the material of his pants. Your toes curl as the fierce heat of pleasure overtook your senses. You were greedy with it, chasing after that spark as you rocked your hips steadily, bottom lip trapped between your teeth, and eyebrows furrowed in concentration.

"Doing so well for me," he whispered against your ear, hands gripping your hips as you rubbed yourself against his thigh quickly. He smiled when a soft, strangled moan escaped your parted lips, which encouraged him even more. "Look at you, drooling over my leg."

And just to prove his point, he pushed your skirt up along your legs until its material lay loosely around your waist. His eyes took in the sight of you. The way you were grinding against his leg frantically, the thin fabric of your underwear pressing between your throbbing cunt from the constant friction, slightly showing off soft, bare skin glistening under the light.

"So fucking wet," he mused, his tongue swiping along his lower lip as he watched you drenching him. "Just the way I like it."

It felt as if you were floating, so pleasurably dizzy it turned your head to mush. It was hard to keep yourself upright, eyes rolling back, body nearly giving out. And the wisest thing to do for you was to stop because you could imagine the mess you were making. You could also imagine the wet patch of your arousal staining his pants, visible for everyone to see.

"P-People will talk," you whispered between bated breaths.

"Let them." He rocked your hips forward, encouraging you to move faster. "Let them know your sweet pussy made this mess on me."

A soft, involuntary whimper escaped your lips. You rolled your hips again, and the beginnings of something heady and sweet swelled within you. But in that heat of the moment, a sudden hush fell over the room, and your heightened senses caught the faint sound of footsteps approaching from outside. Your body stilled, every muscle tensed, and your breathing became shallow as you strained to listen to the distant murmur of voices.

Spencer suddenly leaned closer and ran the tips of his teeth along the outer shell of your ear once he felt your momentum slow. "I didn't tell you to stop, did I?"

You shuddered in response and found your pace again, faster and longer, continuing to knead yourself against his thigh. But then the sudden jolt of the doorknob sent a bolt of panic through you.

"It's locked," a muffled voice echoed from behind the door. "Isn't class supposed to start soon?"

Your ears perked up at the familiar voice before a second voice chimed in, yet still holding a familiarity you also recognized. "Is he not here yet?"

A small groan escaped your lips. There was no denying who those voices belonged to. They were your friends, albeit not that close, yet you were still acquainted with them and the thought of having people you knew standing a few feet away from you while you continued to rut your hips against him was making your head delirious.

"Do you know them?"

You nodded helplessly.

"Then maybe you should keep your voice down," he suggested, holding you closer to him. "Don't want them to know what you're doing in here, do you?"

He noticed the way your body stiffened.

"Or is that what gets you off?" He asked. "Your friends standing a few feet away while you're grinding desperately on your professor?" His hand sits on your lower back, drifting down to the tops of your ass, forcing you to rut forward.

It was so, so wrong, yet you couldn't stop the pleasure coursing through your veins at the possibility of being caught. The knowledge that your friends were just outside, on the brink of discovering your intimate moment, added an exhilarating layer to your pleasure.

"Spencer," you whined. "Please."

"Naught minx," he mumbled. "I think I like seeing you like this."

Suddenly, he jerked his leg up, catching you off guard and you whined instantly, unprepared to counter the pressure pushing up onto your sore cunt. Muffled cries of ecstasy escaped your lips, your teeth clenched in a futile attempt to hold back your moan.

It didn't take long until a pulsating warmth began to radiate from the pit of your stomach. Each passing second brought a rising crescendo, a mounting tension that threatened to shatter your composure. You whimpered, thighs shaking slightly as you continued the abuse toward your clit, somehow the material of his pants made the stimulation even better and it almost caused you to lurch forward in shock.

"That's it, use me," he encouraged. "So, so good for me. My sweet girl."

Your breath came in short, shallow gasps, and your body quivered with a delicious ache. The intensity of it all was almost unbearable, and yet, you craved more, grinding yourself harder. Your muscles tightened, your breath quickened, your skin prickled with anticipation, and nothing could have prepared you for his next words.

"Cum on my thigh and I'll let you cum around my cock tonight."

That was it. You were instantly gone. The thought of having him stretching you was quickly engraved in your brain. The mental image of you spasming around his cock was enough for you to surrender into a blissful mess. The conversation outside continued and you made a concerted effort to keep your voice down, as waves of pleasure surged through you, causing your limbs to tremble and your muscles to spasm.

It wasn't until the sound of footsteps finally retreating from outside that a wave of relief ran through you, yet your breath still came in ragged gasps as he helped you ride out your orgasm and held you in place, making small ruts against himself with your spastic thighs gripping around him tighter.

"Oh my god—" he pulled you in for a kiss. Spencer's mouth devoured you, hot with a passion that made you dizzy. You whined into his mouth and bucked against him, little whimpers filling his throat. Then you felt his tongue on your bottom lip; you puckered your mouth, letting his tongue invade every corner of your entrance as a thrilling sensation shot right through your veins, finally riding out your orgasmic bliss.

When he finally pulled away, he watched as a string of saliva fell against your lips. He reached out and wiped the bottom of your lip with his thumb as his eyes glazed over your red and sweaty face. They flickered from your face down to your lower half as well as your equally drenched thighs. Yet despite the disheveled state of your hair and the sheen of sweat glistening on your skin, you radiated a raw and untamed beauty.

Spencer always thought you were beautiful, but nothing could compare to the sight before him. Your once-pristine hair was tumbled in disarray around your shoulders, framing your flushed face. Your eyes, half-closed and smoky with desire, held an irresistible allure that seemed to draw him closer with every glance. Then there were your lips, kissed to a plush, inviting fullness, beckoned with a promise of lingering sweetness. You looked wrecked, like a hot, beautiful mess.

And he couldn't wait to ravish you tonight.

#spencer reid smut #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fem!reader

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whateversawesome · 6 months

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Do you know that kind of people who...

...ask newly married couples: "When are you having a baby?" Or if you already have a kid, "when are you having a second one?"

The kind of people that say: "You should kiss your wife more! I never see you two kiss. I kiss my wife all the time!"

You know...the kind of people who would make a fake marriage nervous 😏 ...

Somehow Anya's grandparents make me think of these kind of people.

But only time will tell...

I'm so happy Anya has more people to support her and protect her. She's slowly getting a whole family! She has a mom and dad, a pup, two uncles, one godmother (Handler) and now grandparents. Good for her! (Maybe a baby brother or sister one day? 👶)

So about the Authens...

They seem to be the real deal; meaning not spies, but a real couple, who have gone through tick and thin together. My view is that in this SxF universe, the Authens may represent the truth.

And what does truth do to lies? It exposes it!

It's not a coincidence that the Authens are an old couple. It makes sense: they have seen a great deal, they know the world, they have experienced it, so they also probably know a lot.

The fact that Mr. Authen has memory problems is typical of someone his age, but it's also a metaphor of the truth: With time (age) it gets murky, truth starts to be forgotten, humans get a "bad memory" of past events and are doomed to repeat them. Sounds familiar?

Now, going back to the dynamic of the Authens with our dear Forgers. My guess is that this elderly couple is going to see right through them. After living for so long, they probably know people do crazy things to stay safe from authoritarian regimes like the one Ostania is living in. That includes entering a fake marriage.

Nevertheless, just like they could probably figure out Loid and Yor are a fake couple, they will also see that the love and care between them is real. Hence all the uncomfortable questions that could or could not happen.

It's all part of exposing the truth and the truth is that even though those two are not together for real (for now) they do love each other.

I can't wait to see Twilight and Yor getting extremely uncomfortable!

Also, since neither Twilight nor Yor grew up in a family with a healthy marriage (we don't know anything about Yor's parents and Twilight's parents didn't get along), the Authens can be that example for them.

It'll be nice for them to know what a good marriage looks like, how nice is to have someone who supports you, loves you and is with you through thick and thin. And this could be the way Mr. Authen pays back Yor and Anya: by helping them keep their family.

If we enter specifics (and since a public display of affection was shown in the last panel), Yor could see that physical affection is not something to feel embarrassed about, but something to cherish and to show love to her spouse. Twilight, on the other hand can learn it's okay to let your guard down with the person you love and that it's okay to lean on Yor. Look at all the Forgers already learning from this lovey dovey couple 😆

One more thing, SxF is full of foils and I believe this old couple is a foil of what Twilight and Yor could be in the future (if they do things right). After living a long life together, they still love each other. Wouldn't it be nice for them to see themselves reflected in the Authens? Wouldn't it be nice for them to start wanting exactly that?

#spy x family #twiyor #spy x family manga #sxf #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #agent twilight #thorn princess #loid x yor #loidyor

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attackurheart88 · 6 months

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hiii. Could I request some headcanons for Hisoka? Sfw/fluff. The reader is a child (killua and gon's age, and travels with them) and somehow got attached to him. Even though gon and killua find him super creepy and don't trust him, y/n doesn't find him off-putting at all and wants to hang out with him. Like at heavens arena, instead of being disgusted at his little show he put on, she was amazed he could do such things. Reader doesn't have a dad so he kind of takes that role in her eyes. She thinks he's really cool and follows him around when he's in the area. Reader is also training as an assassin (not quite as good as killua though) so she doesn't find his desire for killing scary. I just want some cute hc's between hisoka and his little admirer :)) it's okay if you don't feel comfortable writing this though. Thank you anyway!

“Are you a magician?”

Hisoka looked down in the direction from which the small voice came. It was a child who couldn't be more than thirteen years old. The same child who was staring at him for the last 2 hours.

Their eyes were wide and sparkled with anticipation.

“Not exactly, but I suppose I can do a bit of magic~” Hisoka smiled seeing your expression light up.

“Can you do a trick?!” You were bouncing up and down excitedly. You truly were a kid. Hisoka wondered how someone like you wound up taking the ex-

Someone bumped into Hisoka’s shoulder and kept moving. Interrupting his train of thought.

“Child you wanted to see a trick yes? As you wish~”

Within a few moments, the man who bumped into Hisoka, arms evaporated into flower petals. Immediately everyone backed away leaving just you Hisoka and the rude man on the floor.

Hisoka observed the look of fear and hatred on everyone’s face. Surely by now, even the child would stare at me the same way.

But he was wrong.

“That's so cool!” You were even more happy than before. Hisoka stared at you in disbelief but that look quickly turned to amusement. You were going to be a fun new toy for him to play with.

“I wanna do that too!” you whined tugging on his arm.

Hisoka bent down till he was able to make eye contact with you.

“You seem like a good kid. What's your name?”

“Y/n.”

“Y/n huh. You can call me Hisoka. A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

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- For the rest of the exam you were glued to Hisoka’s side

- While others were running like crazy to catch up with the examinator you were riding his back

- Getting lost in the forest? Not a problem when Hisoka knows the way

- Need help finding your target? Hisoka already killed them.

- It wasn't until the end of the exam when you and Gon had to go help Killua that you left his side.

- The dynamic between you two would slowly grow into a father-and-daughter relationship.

Headcanons:

- Hisoka is the kind of guy who buys you ice cream after a long day of training

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to take pictures of everything you do

- Hisoka feels calmer going to sleep knowing you’re safe next to him

- Hisoka loves to make you laugh by doing tricks and tickling you

- Hisoka is the kind of guy to dress himself up in Princess outfits to make you smile

- When you are sad you have Hisoka wrapped around your finger.

- He does anything to make you feel better

- Becoming known as Hisoka’s child is both a blessing and a curse

- On one hand, everyone is afraid of you or wants to get on your good side

- On the other, those with a grudge against Hisoka would come to you

- Thankfully Hisoka is there to keep you out of harm

- Sometimes

- Despite his affection for you

- Hisoka won't hesitate to leave you stranded somewhere or beat you to a pulp to turn you into a “ripe fruit”

- When you do something wrong Hisoka would make you sit in a corner and eat your favorite dessert right in front of you

- Being Hisoka’s “child” means watching him do stupid things

- Like robbing a bank

- Killing sprees

- Singing off key

- Rizzing Illumi

- And giving weird looks to your friends. (gon and killua)

- When Hisoka has somewhere to be he likes to drop you off with Illumi or the Phantom troupe

- So they eventually become your aunts and uncles

- Your life with him is fun and chaotic

- You grow to depend on him for help, guidance, and attention

- And Hisoka learns to care for someone other than himself

-In the end, it's a win-win

#adult trio x reader #hisoka x reader #hisoka x child reader #hxh x reader #child reader #dad hisoka #non specific reader #gender neutral y/n #illumi zoldyck #chrollo x reader #hxh 2011 #fluff hxh #hxh scenarios

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dorkynerd23 · 10 months

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The Nuzi Hate Is Ridiculous And Just Saddening/Defending Nuzi.

Alright, so...let me just start off saying that this'll be the last time I'm going to discuss anything drama related, especially what goes on in the Murder Drones Community. Honestly, at least over here on Tumblr, the fandom isn't that bad and awful and is not that much of a trainwreck as it is over on the toxic bird site, but this is something that just NEEDS to be discussed in general. This situation and just the insane amount of drama and fighting that's been happening with the MD fandom lately has honestly been tiring and has taken a toll on me. it honestly has, if I'm gonna be honest, it's been draining and I just don't wanna talk and deal with this anymore. I just wanna move on from this situation and continue obsessing over and watching my favorite robot show and not deal with any of this unnecessary and childish drama anymore!

Anyways, for those who don't know, there's been a lot of arguing and fighting in the Murder Drones fandom as of lately, at least on over on Twitter, but it's been happening over on things like Tik Tok, even YouTube and it isn't uncommon exactly, but it is something that's gotten worse in as the show continues to grow in popularity. The main discussion and arguments when it comes to shipping in the Murder Drones fandom are between Envy (N X V) and Nuzi (N X Uzi) there's other ships in the fandom people like, but Envy and Nuzi are two of the most popular ones and the ones who are often the topics when it comes to shipping wars. I've already discussed and talked about the craziness and drama that's been happening with the fandom with some fans harassing and going after the VA's, people getting on them for their opinions, trying to switch things around to fulfill their egos, ect. But, the main thing I'm going to be talking about with today's topic is Nuzi and the amount of unnecessary hate it's gotten and how I think it's unfair, because it's seriously gotten worse and worse. And if you don't know what the ship Nuzi is and aren't very familiar with the ship or MD itself as a whole, basically, Nuzi is the pairing between Serial Designation N and Uzi Doorman from Murder Drones, who are two of our main characters in the show. Now, people have been shipping these two since the pilot and have enjoyed their interactions and at first in the beginning of the show it seems the show was hinting at the two being just good friends but as time went on, the show started to develop and explore the two and things started to change and the show has started hinting at both N and Uzi starting an eventual romance down the line and hinting at some romantic tension going between them. Now with Uzi, it seems she's definitely starting to fall in love with N and gaining feelings for him, but she seems to downside her crush on him and it's pretty one-sided since meanwhile with N and his side of things, he seems clueless and isn't aware of Uzi's feelings and it seems that he only sees Uzi as a friend and nothing more beyond that and the show hasn't hinted on how N feels about Uzi right now..of course, it's too early to tell for where the relationship between these two will go and it's too early to have N and Uzi fall in love and start an relationship but there is potential and room for them to start a relationship eventually, there's room to dive more into their dynamic and relationship and potential to have a good romance between the two.

Now, as I've stated..Nuzi has gotten an extreme amount of hate lately, some misinformation and rumors have been spread around in the fandom to the point it's caused people to start attacking others who are fans/love the ship and started going after and harassing fans who make fanart of the two, anits and especially diehard shippers of both Envy and Thuzi, (but it's mostly Envy shippers) keep on throwing around and saying the excuses on how Nuzi is a "P*oship" and how N is an adult and Uzi is a minor and how they're siblings, or say how, "Uzi has a crush on Thad!" "N has a crush on V and even admitted it!!" And they'll just use EVERY excuse in the book..they'll turn shit around and do whatever they can to make people feel bad and shitty for simply even adoring and liking Nuzi and finding it cute, hell it's even gotten to the point where some fans started going after others for liking other ships in the fandom like Vizzy/Pink Lemonade, and just any ships involving WD X DD. I'm not kidding, I've seen fans and others argue that Nuzi wouldn't work out because both N and Uzi are different robot species and how on N has killed and slaughtered Uzi's people. Apparently because both N and Uzi can't make a good pairing because they're apparently, "boring and uninteresting" and one is a WD and the other is a DD, but because both V and N are DD's and because they knew each other in the past that automatically means something..? Seriously?? I'm not joking when I say some of these fans are downright ridiculous and childish, they'll do whatever they can to stop people from liking ships like Nuzi and shame people for even enjoying it and make childish hate posts on said ship constantly, and it's overall just so hurtful and ridiculous, Dude. And it's people like them that make this fandom look awful and downright toxic, it's people like them that make others think that everyone in the fandom is like this when that's far from the truth!

I'm honestly really sick and tired of how this fandom mistreats and bullies other people just for simply liking different ships, people have stated that they feel hurt and feel like they can't like certain ships without them being attacked and shitted on, they feel like they can't like something they enjoy without others dragging them down and being hated on. It's ridiculous how some of these fans see Nuzi as the most awful and horrendous ever made and it needs to be forgotten forever. It's ridiculous and laughable how some of these people point out and rant on how much they hate Nuzi, only to make it the only thing they talk about and mention 24/7, some of these people literally just whine and complain about how they're not a fan of said ship. I mean, it's totally fine and okay to not like certain ships and you don't have to love and enjoy the same things as others do, but you don't need to make hate posts all the time and bash others for finding comfort and liking the ship they like, you don't need to make rants 24/7 on how you despite said ship..it just makes you look so damn childish and just unbearable, like okay..you're not a fan of certain ships, okay? JUST MOVE ON!! WE GET IT, just stop harassing and making us feel like shit and horrible people, stop making us feel terrible for loving Nuzi, just move on and just don't interact with us if it bothers some of you so damn much. I mean, it's gotten so bad that some have left the MD fandom because of the toxicity and childish behavior from some of these fans. Just please stop and be nice to one another, it's not right how some of you will harass and do whatever you can to make people feel shitty for enjoying what they love and trying to paint them out as these awful individuals. Like seriously, I just cannot stand shipping wars and I really despise them, shipping wars are such a waste of time and are just an excuse to harass and cause unnecessary drama and it just results with people getting hurt. And I've said this many times before and I'm gonna say it again, shipping shouldn't be the ONLY thing to focus on when watching and getting into any piece of media. There's much more to love and look forward to, there's more to appreciate and shows have more to offer than just ships, SHIPPING AIN'T EVERYTHING.

One more thing I'm gonna add and talk about before we finish up is that..I don't even understand and get the hate Nuzi has received, I mean I'm fine and totally alright with people seeing them as friends and respect their opinions. But, what's with some of these people just disliking and harassing people for seeing the two more than just friends and wanting them to be something more? I've seen people argue and say that it's either too cliche and just call both Uzi and N, Starco 2.0. And it's just ridiculous how some of these fans and antis act whenever there's moments with Uzi and N together or when the show is hinting at a possibility of the two being an item someday. Is this seriously how these toxic fans are gonna act whenever Nuzi have any moments together?? Whether it's romantic or not? It just seems the idea of Uzi and N being something more just burns these fans up inside and just frustrates them to the core. Nuzi ISN'T what you guys think it is and it's more than that, nothing is being rushed and forced and nothing is being written poorly between them either, and they AREN'T another Starco. Also, Nuzi isn't just here for fanservice, these moments we've gotten with Uzi and N were already planned out and worked on, MD has been in the works and in production since about 2020, wayyy before the show even came out and before the fandom was even a thing. Uzi and N were already planned and hinted at being something more and having something special between them, they were always meant to have something deeper and important and the show seems to be going the route in wanting to develop further into Uzi and N's dynamic and their relationship as a whole. The scenes we've gotten for Uzi and N have always been planned out and if Nuzi happens and becomes a thing in the series, it's because Liam wants it to be and planned it that way, NOT BECAUSE OF FANSERVICE!! It's fine if you're not a fan of the pairing and just don't find any interest in it, you can love and like what you want. But please stop acting like it's a big deal and something to get angry about, because it's not..it's not worth it. It's not worth throwing tantrums and acting over the top about, just move on and ignore.

Anyways, this is all I've wanted to talk about when it comes to this Nuzi hate and the drama that surrounds the ship when it comes to the fandom, I've just wanted to give my thoughts. Also, everyone in the Murder Drones Community, just PLEASE be nice and kind to one another and respect each other's opinions. ♥️ You guys are better than this and getting into arguments and shipping wars aren't worth it and are just plain silly, doing any of this just results in people being hurt and affected, getting into shipping wars aren't worth it and they're are better things to do. Please, be nice to each other and if you aren't a fan of certain ships in the show then that's fine and alright. Just move on and scroll away and respect other's feelings and opinions, you don't have to like a ship that's popular or what many seem to like! Just don't be a dick and treat others like crap and make hate posts just because you're not a fan of said ship, just please move on and keep moving forward! Plain and simple, just ignore and move on with your day, mistreating and hurting others just isn't worth it.

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hornyhornyhimbos · 6 months

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"Hungry Eyes" ~ E. Munson

Summary: When Reader decides to tease Eddie in the haunted house, he knows exactly how to shut her up.

Pairing: Vampire!Eddie Munson x AFAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,875

Content Warning: MINORS DNI (18+ content) unprotected piv sex, doggy style shenanigans, sorta public sex (sex in a car in a public parking lot), oral f!receiving, fingering f!receiving, cum eating, squirting, blood play, slight D/s dynamics (Eddie is called Master once), spanking, choking, clit spanking for a sec, slight degradation, nicknames (brat, baby), explicit language, maybe more because this shit nasty

Extra Notes: i will not be apologizing for me and @dungeons-are-too-cold being wh0res, you guys just have to live with us like this forever

Originally Written: 10/29/2023 through 10/30/2023

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Your heart was pounding at probably a thousand beats per minute, little squeals escaping your lips with every jumpscare. You clung to Eddie's arm, pretending this was all some innocent act as you moved toward the exit of the haunted house, though unbeknownst to you, Eddie knew exactly what you'd been up to.

That tiny red skirt, those batting eyelashes every time you looked his way, the little puffs of amusement you'd let out right by his ear. He'd be a fool not to know what you were doing.

A clown with a chainsaw jumped out as you reached the exit, pretending to chase the two of you out to the parking lot. The sight of him made you jump the hardest you had all night, your whole form clinging to Eddie's side as you ran toward the lot. When you finally looked up at Eddie, you noticed the dark maroon of his eyes, and felt yourself growing wetter at the sight and the daydreams it brought along with it.

"Well, wasn't that fun, Eddie?" you asked in fake naivety, your arm looped through his as you strode back to his van. Your core ached at the sight of his anger, eager for whatever he had in store for you.

He just gave you a stoic expression, speaking no more than five words. "Back of the van. Now." It was clearly a demand, the venom of his words nearly as powerful as his bite.

A smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as you pulled yourself into the van. You'd gotten exactly what you hoped for, and that only had you more excited for what was to come.

Eddie slammed the door behind himself, meeting you with irises nearly charcoal black. "What were you doing? Bringing me here with you?"

Innocence swirled in your eyes, barely a hint of sarcasm detectable in your words. "What are you talking about, Eds?"

A thick hand reached for your throat, the digits wrapping around your throat while the veins in his wrist bulged a delicious shade of purple. "Don't be a brat. We both know you did this on purpose."

An excited gasp had the audacity to tumble from your lips. "I don't know what you're ta-"

He squeezed harder, the pressure shooting straight to the area between your legs. "You didn't know," he scoffed. "You didn't know I'd be able to hear your heart thumping loud enough to hear over everything happening in there? You didn't know I could hear the blood rushing through you every time a damn clown or ghost popped out at you?" Another huff of exasperation left his lips. "Please. We both know exactly what you were up to. Why don't you just admit it?"

Your heart sped with every passing second, and something about the idea of him hearing it for himself made you that much more desperate for your punishment. "I swear, Eds. I didn't know."

"You know what happens when you lie to me. Not too late to just admit your ulterior motives now."

Still, you weren't having it, your body simply becoming more needy for him with every passing second. "I'm not lying."

"Hands and knees," he demanded, not once blinking or faltering in any way. "I suppose I'll have to teach you what happens when you lie."

As if to taunt him, you were in no hurry to do as told. Little breaths of anticipation left your mouth, your heart rate increasing by the second. If he wasn't angry before, he sure would be now, and that had you weak at the knees.

In a matter of seconds, he had your skirt shoved off and tossed aside, getting a full view of your soaked panties. Your shirt was raised just enough for him to get his hands on you, eager hands meeting your naked breasts.

"No idea what you were doing?" he asked, sarcasm all but dripping from his tongue. "I'm sure you innocently forgot a bra this morning, the same way you definitely didn't have any hidden intentions with these lacy panties."

You shook your head as if he could see it from behind you, your ass sinking further back until it was nearly in his face, all on display just for him. "Promise, Eds. I just wanted to be pretty for you."

Eddie had the audacity to chuckle at your response, the sound sending electricity straight through you. "Another lie. You goin' for some sort of record, baby?"

Before you could quip out a response, his hand was on your ass, giving it a hard smack. You could sense him smirking behind you as he watched you starting to lose your confidence. Another loud smack sounded throughout the confined space, his nails digging into the skin there as his hand came down on you.

A third slap stung your skin, this one surely hard enough to leave a bruise. The pang sent desire straight to your lower belly, and you were almost tempted to moan at the feeling.

"Guess that shut you up, didn't it, brat?" he all but growled, but you knew he wasn't looking for a response. A final hit came down on your asscheek, this time eliciting an almost inaudible moan from you.

Had it not been for Eddie's super hearing abilities, he might've missed the noise. But you knew he hadn't, your heart pumping faster as you waited for his response to the noise.

"God, you're such a brat," he said, almost as though a revelation, not a fact he already knew. "The things I have to do to make you shut up."

A nail dragged down the expanse of your spine, harsh enough to draw blood. Your cunt throbbed at the sound of his heavy breathing, and you were tempted to turn and take in the sight of his hungry eyes. Luckily for you, a hand was wrapping around your hair, pulling your head in his direction.

Without a word, his tongue was meeting your back, licking up every drop of blood he'd drawn. Eddie's black eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he began to suck over the wound. A small jolt of venom flowed through you, and along with it, a wave of euphoria.

Eddie released his grip around your hair, a silent command to stay still and shut up. You heard the clanging of his belt and soon after felt the familiar sting and stretch of his cock.

"She's just dripping for me, isn't she?" he murmured behind you in sarcasm, beginning to slide back out. "Always so ready for my cock?"

He gave you no time to retaliate before rutting back into you, already finding that sweet spot it seemed only he could find. Every ridge and vein of his dick moved in and out of you, thrusting in harsh but satiating motions.

Mewls and moans fell between your parted lips as his nails dug into the skin of your love handles, working his cock in and out of your aching hole. Eddie's mouth met the wound on your back again, suckling the spot not for blood, but for a beautiful bruise that only he was allowed to leave.

He throbbed inside you, his thrusts getting sloppier by the second. A hand reached around your body, grabbing a handful of breast as he worked you harder on his length. All words had ceased from your mind, other than Eddie's name as it tumbled off your tongue like a prayer.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, a low noise he knew was sure to have you desperate for release, "I'm gonna cum. That okay?"

All you could do was nod as he spilled inside you, your pussy sucking him in and milking him dry. It was a rare occasion for Eddie to cum before you, but that always meant he had something very special in store for your orgasm, and the thought had you practically salivating.

After collecting himself and riding out his high, he was pulling out and instructing you to lie back on the carpeted interior. A hand cupped your pussy, holding his seed inside you as you maneuvered yourself down to the floor.

Before you had a chance to ask any questions, his tongue was meeting your core, effectively fucking his cum further into you. The taste of your essence mixed with his was surely salty on his tongue as he made out with your cunt.

A finger met your clit, flicking the bud at the perfect speed that was sure to have you reaching release in no time. Your hands searched for purchase in his hair, bringing his mouth to the spots you needed him most.

"Eddie, please," you begged, knowing he was dragging this out as long as he possibly could. "I need to-"

His mouth parted from you, black eyes meeting your gaze once again. His chin was wet with slick, the prickly hairs of his five-o'clock shadow glistening in what little light was shining in the vehicle. "Brats only get to cum when their masters say they can."

His palm came down your clit, slapping almost as hard as he had on your ass earlier. The sting nearly sent you over the edge, but you held back, letting Eddie have his way with you.

His mouth and finger traded places, tongue dancing over your puffy clit while two digits entered your throbbing pussy, shoving his seed impossibly further into you. That familiar tension built in your lower stomach, joined by a less familiar feeling, but one that you still recognized.

"Eddie, I'm gonna- oh."

His voice rumbled against you, the vibrations snapping that coil inside you. "That's it, baby, cum for me."

Your essence gushed around his fingers and mouth, practically painting him in your arousal. His name tumbled out of you in desperate screams as your climax washed over you, your hands grasping his hair like a vice. Your veins burned with pain and pleasure as he coaxed you through your high, his lips never leaving your center, even as your back arched off the floor.

The digits inside you scissored and crooked in delicious motions, your body trembling as you finally started to come down from your orgasm. Coherent sentences still ceased from your brain, your tongue instead settling for soft expletives as his hands and mouth finally parted from you.

The van stayed silent as Eddie reached for the spare towel he kept in the backseat, promptly wiping both of you off in gentle dabs. Your lungs searched for air, though you were positive Eddie had knocked it all out of you with the hardest orgasm you'd probably ever experienced.

A delicate peck met your forehead as he fixed your clothes, his eyes returning to their normal soft shade of red when they met your eyes once again. "Well, that certainly got you to shut up, didn't it?"

With what little strength you had left, your fist smashed into his rock-solid shoulder, somewhere between playful and offended. "Just wait until I remember how to speak. I'm gonna have a few choice words for you," you quipped, heavy breaths escaping in between the words.

That signature devilish smirk you loved tugged at his lips. "I look forward to it… brat."

As with Saturday's, I got a little bit behind on my writing and for that I apologize. My week has been far busier than I anticipated lol. But I hope you guys are having a fun time reading these. I'm at least having a fun time writing them lol. Wishing you all a happy Halloween! I'll see you tomorrow for the final Halloweek fic 🥹

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claymorexpunisher · 2 months

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Liberación (Ch.10/?) (Rewritten) (18+ Fic)

Disclaimer/Warning: If you've been keeping up with this fic, no you're not losing your minds. I decided to rewrite this chapter because I felt like I had previously sped things up a bit too much between Harper and Damian. Sooo, please don't fight me? lmao! Fight fictional!Damian for being stupid instead... This is purely a work of fiction. I try to do proper research whenever I write pieces that have to do with BDSM/Kink, but alas, I am not perfect. For fiction's sake, some aspects of BDSM and Kink will be a bit unrealistic and maybe even rushed, though I know that the foundation for these types of connections and dynamics to function properly, takes time... Feel free to leave me any feedback on areas of improvement. And if you wish to be untagged, please let me know. If this isn’t your kinda story, scroll on by. This is a long chapter so, happy reading! 🖤

Summary: Harper and Drew started Liberacion as a way to heal. And it slowly became bigger than they could've have ever imagined...

Main Pairings: Damian Priest/OFC, Drew McIntyre/OFC, Roman Reigns/OFC, Finn Bálor/OFC, Liv Morgan/Rhea Ripley

Side Characters: Mercedes Mone, Liv Morgan, Seth Rollins, Becky Lynch, and more.

Tags: 18+, praise kink, daddy kink, size kink, kink negotiation, consensual kink, consensual non-consent, BDSM, knife play, light blood play, bratting, hair-pulling, breeding kink, and more.

Chapter Word Count: 3,051

Prev. Chapter

~Harper's POV~

~PAST~

“ Fuck…” I whimpered as Liv’s relentless tongue worked my clit.

She swirled and swirled it around before she took my clit into her mouth and sucked with just the right amount of pressure.

Just as my hips flew off the bed, I heard the blow dryer cut off in the bathroom.

“Seriously?” Rhea called out; one brow cocked as she peeked into the suite.

“I leave you girls on your own for two fucking seconds…” Rhea chuckled, and she shook her head as my body writhed with every stroke of Liv’s mouth on those most sensitive parts between my legs.

“It was way more than two seconds, Ripl- oh my fucking god do that again please!” I moaned as Liv’s fingers stroked my sweet spot as her mouth continued its sweet assault on my clit.

“No. Don’t do that again. Liv, Harper has a meeting to go to.” Rhea scolded the lump underneath the sheets that was Liv, but I could hear her strict tone waning as she watched the sheets slowly slide off my bare breasts as my hands clenched the sheets.

I watched her leer hungrily at my chest and I smirked at her in a silent invitation.

Still, much to my dismay, Rhea stalked over to the side of the bed, and she pulled the sheets fully off of us.

I whimpered in protest and glared at her grumpily.

“It’ll just take two seconds, Mommy. I promise.” Liv purred as she smiled up at Rhea’s amused features before her mouth went back to work.

I nodded. “Yeah. Don’t be such a party pooper- mierda!” My words broke off an orgasm ripped through me exactly two seconds later and my back arched off the bed once again.

Liv looked mighty pleased with herself as she swiped a hand across her mouth, her tempting and plump lips now the color of crushed strawberries.

“See?” She giggled, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yeah, okay, smartass… I’m next.” Rhea grumbled as she side-eyed Liv as the two of us cackled.

~PRESENT~

Distracted didn’t even begin to describe how I’d been the last few days.

Thoughts of Damian fucking Priest and what could be, consumed my every waking second and… well, I was beginning to get on my own nerves.

I found myself once again drowning myself in my work- even work I could have easily handed over to Tammie, Cat, or any other staff.

Anything to distract myself from the alarming emptiness I was starting to feel whenever Damian wasn’t around at the club.

Or anything to stop me from doing something really fucking stupid like- calling Damian or texting him and telling him I missed him.

As much as I didn’t want to, we just always seemed to gravitate toward one another.

Whenever he was here; and he was here more often than not these days, we were never too far apart and we’d either eat lunch at the club’s dining hall, my office, or we went out for dinner if it was a particularly long day of being cooped inside the club.

It was so fucking stupid.

We were just messing around.

Just jokes.

And yes, he made me feel at ease.

Safe, even.

Like my every thought mattered- fuck’s sake, if that doesn’t let me know what a number Jason did on me, I don’t know what does.

‘Like my every thought mattered’?... No jodas, Harper… the bar is so fucking low.

Which is reason #224256364 as to why I had no business pursuing anything with anyone.

At least not for the time being.

Yet still, anytime Damian so much as laid those playful and warm eyes on me and the more we got to know each other I…

I wanted to sink into him and see where things could go.

God, just the sound of his voice filled my chest with feelings that I was way too fucking afraid to put my finger on.

And it didn’t help that he never pushed farther than I was willing to let him.

But there was no way I’d let myself go there again.

As warm and kind and attentive and gentle as Damian was, I couldn’t bring myself to voice what I wanted from him.

What I needed.

Voicing those thoughts would be like betraying myself and the promise I made to keep myself safe whenever Jason and everything he put me through weaseled their way back into my head.

And yeah, maybe it made me a hypocrite, considering the advice that I would give day in and day out to the patrons at my club about how trusting someone wholeheartedly is one of the most important and most beautiful things on planet Earth and how sometimes you just have to let go.

But I just. couldn’t.

Besides, I could absolutely be misinterpreting his attention for more than what it was.

The Lord knows he could probably have his pick of anyone he wanted at any given time.

And after one of our many late-night talks, Damian made his thoughts on serious relationships crystal clear.

And while I told myself that I wasn’t looking for anything serious myself, the thought of being just one of many on Damian’s list just didn’t sit right with me.

And hell, for all I knew, all he felt for me was sympathy.

Sympathy for what Jason had done.

And for me not really having a single reliable male figure in my life…

I was a walking advertisement for daddy issues, and I knew that.

So much so that I almost didn’t blame Damian if he just felt sorry for me.

And yet my mind couldn’t help but wander back to those moments of close proximity between us.

Even just thinking about it all, I could already feel the delicious phantom pressure of his hand wrapped around my throat.

I could feel the warmth that would spread throughout my body every time he’d make it a point to come help out at the club.

He’d come bright and early, even though he wasn’t exactly a morning person.

A few times, his soft eyes would land on me swimming in one of his softest hoodies, not bothering to question the fact that I had very clearly begun to steal them from him at some point.

I always replaced them, though.

Ugh!

My mind was a fucking tangled web of conflicting thoughts and memories…

So, I decided to use my job in order to continue avoiding the problem- the problem of course being Damian- as the only solution I could come up with.

I was supposed to be getting ready for one of our monthly themed nights at Liberacion.

Tonight, it was Lace or Leather Night, which, you probably guessed it, means that everyone could arrive dressed in their best lace or leather outfits.

I chose a gorgeous sapphire blue and black number and despite my scattered brain, I was super excited to see what the rest of my girlfriends and coworkers would choose for tonight.

I forced thoughts of Damian away long enough to get dolled up before the patrons would start trickling out of their rented rooms and other patrons would start showing up for the night’s festivities.

Themed nights weren’t much different to the rest of the nights except for the dress code being mandatory.

The drinking limit if people were planning to play was still 2 drinks max and no sex was allowed, neither were scenes outside of the closed off/rented areas.

The soundproof dance floor was to the right of the dining hall so that the patrons could talk and just be at peace away from the loudness of the thumping music if they wanted to.

But of course, security was packed throughout the club in case anybody tried to skirt around the club’s rules.

“Well, holy shit. You look hot!” Tammie exclaimed and I smiled as I took my spot next to her up at the top, looking down at the patrons laughing and mingling as I nursed a glass of ginger ale.

Cat was dealing with check-ins and check-outs tonight.

“So do you!” I replied as we clinked our glasses together.

I just knew Tammie’s husband Johnny was salivating for her in her skintight leather outfit.

Underneath the dim lighting I couldn’t tell if it was blue or black, but it looked like a second skin on her curvy body.

This was what I loved most about nights and environments like these- we could literally be anything we wanted, go out of our comfort zone without fear of what others would think and we could just play and be whoever and whatever we wanted to be.

Not just with our clothes, but there were tons of people with their fangs, wings and claws out.

Some fully shifted werewolves and hybrids letting their hair down and just having a good time.

Zero judgements.

This was home to me.

(not my photo)

I watched in my peripheral as Tammie softly sniffed the air.

“Is that… chocolate chip cookies?” she asked, bewildered, as if we didn’t serve snacks to the patrons as per their request.

“Harper… are yo- “Tammie broke into a fit of laughter at my guilty expression.

“Could you be any more obvious? Smelling like his favorite snack?” She exclaimed, laughing harder the redder my face got.

“Okay, relax, pendeja. I love chocolate chip cookies with milk too. He ain’t special.” I scoffed and rolled my eyes as I took another sip of ginger ale to avoid her knowing smirk.

“Sure… anyway, he’s on the third floor. I know ya don’t care or whatever, but I just thought I’d let you know.” Tammie said, her tone lifting with amusement as my eyes flashed towards her.

“He didn’t come say hi?” I whispered, but of course she heard me.

She looked at me with such pity that I had to look back towards the dance floor, away from her sad eyes.

“What do you expect, muchacha?” Tammie said softly in her lilting Texan accent, leaning in slightly so that only I could hear her words of advice.

“Look, I don’t wanna pressure you. And neither does he, that much is obvious. And it’s okay that you’re unsure of what you want. But you can’t play this hot and cold game and then get upset when he backs off. Talk to him and tell him that you’re confused and unsure. Then take the time apart to actual figure yourself out and to figure out what it is that you’re really after. ‘I’m not sure,’ is a good enough answer sometimes, babe. At least it’s an answer.” Tammie shrugged.

“Tamara, it’s not like he hasn’t been giving off mixed signals too.” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Maybe so. But it’s all the more reason for you to plant yourself in front of him and tell him that you’re done playing games. One of you’s gotta cut the crap, honey.” she said.

And goddamn her for being so persuasive…

I had no idea what the fuck I was doing.

The voyeur floor consisted of about 12 rooms with a plexiglass separating voyeurs from the person giving them a show.

Each window was about 1 foot apart to give the group of 5 people max, enough room to sit and watch and a curtain was inside the room for whenever the person inside decided they didn’t want to be watched anymore.

As I walked through the hall of the voyeur floor, my heart rate spiked as the lustful vibe that this floor always carried hit me like a freight train.

Oftentimes I came to watch people play and sometimes I even gave them a show myself.

It helped that I couldn’t really see them behind the tinted plexiglass, but I knew they could see me.

It somehow heightened the excitement of being watched while calming the nerves of it simultaneously.

I sometimes thought of Damian joining the group, watching me as I played with mys-

“Oof!” I grunted as I walked right into a very large and very apologetic brick wall that quickly shot out to hold me up before I could sprawl to the ground.

“Cono, I’m sorry- I didn’t watch where I was going and-… Harper.”

I looked up… and up, and up as the familiar voice sunk into my brain and made my limbs almost melt into nothing.

“Damian… Hii.” I said softly, a giggle wanting to escape my lips as I held onto Damian’s very, very large biceps and his own lips curled into a sly smirk.

I was not prepared for how scrumptious he’d look decked out in leather.

I was used to seeing this on tv but in person… god damn.

The snug material hugged him in all the right places and my mouth started to water before my eyes slowly reached back up to his.

God, I was worse than a fucking 13-year-old schoolgirl.

Get a grip, cabrona.

“Hi. You here to watch?” Damian asked and we moved closer towards a more secluded part of the hallway to let other people pass through.

“Um… no, not tonight. I’m… I was looking for you, actually.” I replied, blushing bright red as Damian tilted his head.

He leaned against the wall and so did I, just to have something sturdy to hold me up as my brain began to get a bit fuzzy as he leaned in closer.

The action was so… almost intimate and I couldn’t help myself.

His broad body seemed to almost wrap around me, his massive build making my stomach flip-flop.

That was all I could blame for what I did next.

Not taking my hands away from his biceps, I used our physical contact to my advantage, and I began to show him.

I wanted to show him the things I thought of every time he was near.

Every time his hands were on me for one of those damn demos everyone enjoyed watching and we enjoyed doing.

Through my magic, I fed him visions of me on my knees at his feet, staring up at him in adoration.

I showed him vivid images of how hard I’d come if I just let go and let him squeeze my throat just a little harder as he fucked me into oblivion.

I showed him more PG visions of casual handholding and introductions to strangers that left no doubt what we were to one another.

That left no doubt that the other was completely off-limits.

I showed him all the things I wanted with him but that I couldn’t quite let myself have just yet.

And with those visions came the very real and very visceral feelings of want.

Desire.

Lust.

Complete and utter devotion…

All of those feelings transferred from me to Damian and next thing I knew, Damian had moved us and picked me up and pressed me up against the wall, away from any prying eyes and crowding me and urging my legs to wrap around his waist.

I moaned as Damian’s hand gripped my thigh underneath my skirt, pressing me closer to him, and I was brought back down as I felt him harden between my legs.

Our lips were inches apart as our breaths came out in shuddery puffs as the searing passion flowing from my magic flowed through our own bodies, causing us to not have control over ourselves, going on pure primal instinct.

The tip of my tongue snaked out and lapped at his bottom lip, daring him to devour me and I drank in the almost guttural groan Damian gave in response.

I felt the sound right down to my very core, soaking in the powerful feeling of pulling apart his usually calm and collected nature.

And then the rug of desire was pulled from underneath as I felt Damian lower me back to the ground, my heels hitting the floor with a soft click.

We panted hard, trying to catch our breath despite the fact that not much occurred.

“Sorry… I should’ve asked before I…” I said, my breath coming out in tiny, rapid puffs as I willed my heart rate to slow down.

Damian shook his head before his features melted into a guilty expression.

“Its… it’s okay, Harper.” He started, and I sensed a “but” coming…

“But…” he continued, confirming my sinking suspicion. “We can’t. Look, I know I… I’ve been sending mixed messages; I know I have and I’m sorry for that. But you’re just much too young for me. And I think you know how I feel about- “Damian said and suddenly I didn’t want to hear him speak.

“Yeah.” I interrupted a little more forcefully than I intended. “No, yeah. I know. That was… dumb of me. Um- it’s fine. We could totally just pretend this never happened. Shit, I could even wipe your memory of this. I just thought…” I trailed off, frowning as my mind once again played through damn near every moment together.

Not to mention the very noticeable sign of arousal I could still almost feel pressing against me.

“No hay problema, Dami.” I said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

The nickname slipped out easily, only this time it felt like poison on my tongue.

Damian shook his head again, silently waving off my offer.

I couldn’t stand the guilt pouring from his eyes.

The pity was even worse, and I turned my back on him, so I no longer had to see it.

I was thanking the high heavens that were in a much more secluded part of the club, because try as I might’ve, there was no way no one would be able to tell that my heart and ego were both crushed to oblivion- my heart more so.

“I’m sorry, muñe-… I’m sorry, H.” Damian amended, and that crushing feeling traveled from my heart and right into my gut.

“No! You’re fine.” I spoke.

The knot in my throat expanded as I forced a casual cheeriness into my voice that my heart couldn’t mirror.

Before Damian could say anything more, I forced my heavy limbs to move and I took myself to my office, away from the noise and away from any prying eyes.

But clearly fate had other plans...

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asura22zoro · 2 months

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In Mako's defense, I don't think we should blame the whole love triangle fiasco solely on him

www . reddit . com/r/legendofkorra/comments/j42qua/in_makos_defense_i_dont_think_we_should_blame_the/

A lot of things came into play for that triangle to happen but it just so happens that Mako's need to NOT disappoint anyone (but ending up disappointing everyone) is a huge factor.

Let me just point out that whenever Mako initiated a kiss to either Korra or Asami, it was never while he's "officially" dating the other. If anything, it was often the girls who would kiss him first while knowing he's dating the other, which they both know that it is their fault too.

In Book 1, he just simply confessed his feelings for Korra while also pointing out the fact that he couldn't act on those feelings because he's dating Asami (whom he also has feeling for but possibly not to the same degree as with Korra). But Korra kisses him anyway.

In Book 2, Asami kissed him first at her warehouse when the guy is simply cheering her up and saying he believes in her even when she doesn't believe in herself. At the time, he just broke up with Korra. Sure, it was pretty recent and he's trying to not dwell too much into that by busying himself with police work but can you blame the guy for giving up trying to put up with Korra's spitfire?

Then of course, we know what came after when Korra and Mako saw each other again and Korra's memory was wiped.

Now, notice how Asami pretty much didn't try to make a move on him again after that? Even after he and Korra broke up the second time (for good)?

I think Asami pretty much realized that Mako's too not into disappointing anyone and too emotionally awkward to pursue a relationship with again. Because not only would it be awkward but going from one girl to a other twice could ruin their dynamic as a team as well as her friendship with Korra, both of which she cherish.

So, yeah, both girls ended their romantic relationships with him. (Or in Asami's case, the possibility of it.)

And this sets up to what I like most about their relationship with each other after, especially in Book 3.

Now in Book 3 starts between three of them with Korra and Asami witnessing how Mako treats their interactions like a land mine, like any moment some hard feelings might come up, and how much he wants to avoid that from happening.

Hence why he declined Korra's offer to have him live in Air Temple Island and both ladies' help with the investigation.

What Mako doesn't realize is that there's zero to no hard feelings between the two because they pretty much had an idea that both of them made a move on him while he was dating either one of them.

Asami for sure knows that Korra kissed Mako in Book 1 and Korra probably had an idea that something happened between Asami and Mako while she was away and felt embarrassed that she kissed Mako right in front of her and everyone who knew about their break up. Probably why she laughed when Asami admitted that she DID kiss him.

Because both women knew they had feelings for Mako and that the dude also reciprocates those feelings and thought "Yeah, that was awkward but maybe we can bond over that fact instead of being at each other's throats because we're also at fault and if there's a female version of bros before hoes, Mako is that emotionally awkward hoe and we won't let his people-pleasing ways get between our vibe."

( or I would put

So they both poke fun at Mako's awkwardness to loosen him up. None of that "you hurt her and you hurt me, and now you're gonna pay for it" revenge plot. I guess Mako picked up on that during their airbending performance because he wasn't uncomfortable around those two since. And I guess Mako finding out that they got away safely from the Earth Queen's airship and out of the dessert reassured him their team dynamic is still intact.

The Korra-Mako-Asami love triangle is not exactly what I would call toxic.

Fucked up? Yes. Messy? Yes. Toxic? No.

Maybe it would be toxic if, say, Mako actively pursued both women while he was in a relationship with either of them without any inhibitions or conscience to stop him from acting out his feelings for both. Like, literally cheating on them.

Instead the canon love triangle is just a clusterfrick of three developing young adults emotionally stunted by dead parent/s, becoming a parent, parental issues, and basically being sheltered for more than a decade in the middle on an icy nowhere with limited contact to the outside world.

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Ngl I chuckled at "Mako is that emotionally awkward hoe" lmao.

After reading some of the comments... people still don't get it. The point isn't that Mako is innocent, he is far from it. But so many people just pretend like the girls didn't have an active part in the drama, especially Korra. ALL three are to blame, even if we say not equally, then Asami is still the one carrying the least of it.

If the writers had given more spotlight to Mako or at least equally as much as they did to Bolin, it would've been more apparent but I think Mako's core flaw was that he was often very indecisive in anything that wasn't bending related (he was acknowledged as talented af by Amon), or keeping his brother's ass alive. We see him mostly going with the flow, which is a problem.

But in the end he without a hesitation decides that he is willing to sacrifice himself to bring Kuvira down by overloading the spirit bomb.

As for his stick in the butt. It's for a reason. He watched his parents get killed by a firebender (missed opportunity to make him conflicted about his talents as a firebender imo). He and his brother were oprhaned and became homeless and he sacrificed a lot to keep Bolin alive. They joined a gang and I would assume that he carried most weight there, since he wanted Bolin to retain more of his innocence than he did. Their life, for Mako, didn't start turning upwards until they got to leave the triads and move into the probending scene. He shielded Bolin from a LOT in those years more than likely, just to allow him to remain his cheerful self.

So basically, Mako sacrificed his own innocence so Bolin could have his. Him being less animated, more no nonsense and more serious, makes sense because he HAD TO BE to keep themselves alive.

( I edited a few parts that I disagreed with out

so people wouldn't assume I agreed with those takes

to be frank the b2 breakup was due to their mutual flaws not incompatibility neither of them were ready for a relationship with anyone. it was asami and korra who were incompatible with each other while makorra overcame those mutual flaws

I never really thought of korra and asami as becoming friends until b3 ( before you go but asami said she liked korra you dont need to be friends with someone to like themq

#lok #legend of korra #anti korrasami #mako defense squad #mako #lok mako #asami sato #lok korra

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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treat me nice

summary: your boyfriend has a two new kinks he didn't quite realize until elvis. the pair of you explore them.

rating: M, once again minors, under 18 please go far away from this.

word count: 4450. we are not talking about it.

warnings: feminization to a point? it's austin in lace underwear, it technically applies. dom/sub dynamics. orgasm denial. use of the words baby boy, mama, angel, sweet boy and ma'am. squirting. oral (f recieving). use of the word snowman as a safe word. that might be it, i don't necessarily know what applies here.

author's note: this is @floralcyanide's fault through and through. basically i read just friends and was like damn i owe you the lace panties fic now. then it turned into inexperienced sub austin (because the efc server is a bunch of heathens!!) as well and i just went mildly feral. i guarantee i will write out scenes from this relationship in this fic at a later date because i'm very fond of this relationship i wrote in here. also yes i am aware of that this is a bit much but unless austin butler himself comes and tells me to stop i shall do what i want. also no beta we die like men, etc. oh and yes i am working on my other stuff promise. but 30 with a kid and like a job and a half. time is not my friend.

It starts out innocently enough, you notice Austin touching his lace top while playing as Elvis like it's a new sensation he doesn't know what to do with. You can't blame him though, you remember your first time wearing silk and finding yourself touching it over and over again to feel it against your fingertips. After a while though, and once filming is starting to get farther and farther away from those lace tops you start to realize that Austin takes his time with your lace underwear more than he used to. He'll slowly slide it down your hips and almost play with the fabric in between his fingers as he does.

You have a theory the more it keeps happening, a theory that just maybe Austin likes the feeling of the lace on his skin. You're not sure if it's sexual in nature until one night when Austin asks you to leave your lace underwear on for a second while you grind against his naked cock. He eventually ends up pushing them to the side, allowing him access to your core but you saw how his eyes rolled in the back of his head after every brush of the lace against his cock.

That night helped to put things in perspective for you in more ways than one. You and Austin share everything when it comes to kinks and your sex life because that's what you should do in a relationship, but he had never mentioned this one. It had to be new and that sent a thrill through you because the pair of you hadn't had a new kink to explore together and while you love Austin there's a part of you that missed all the times you had done it with an ex.

You both have the night off, him from filming and you from your own job and you suggest watching a movie in bed cuddled up. Austin's head is in your lap as you choose to watch a film that doesn't have Elvis in it for once because you had to put your foot down somewhere. Paying attention to the movie isn't exactly your strong point right now though, instead you find yourself just allowing your hand to run through his black hair, occasionally scratching at his scalp just to hear the pleased hum come from his mouth.

"Aus? You still with me?" You ask hearing his breathing settle into something you only usually hear when he falls asleep.

"Yeah, baby, it's just that your hand feels nice." He shifts to allow himself to turn his head to look up at you from your lap. "It's helping me relax."

Oh.

You have never asked Austin if he knows if he's a dom or a sub or if he didn't even consider that scene, but that statement leaving his mouth as casually as it did gives you a clue. You had a faint inkling but this was almost confirmation. This was going to make the gift be even better than you thought. You wouldn't just be giving your boyfriend a gift, you might be giving your pretty boy a gift.

Your lips quirk up into a small smile as you use your grip to pull his face up just a bit so you can kiss him. "Is that right? You needed to relax a bit, baby?"

He nods bringing his hand up to touch your face. "You know how I can get too much in my head."

"Mmhmm, I do. I think you're still a little in your head. But I've got something for you if you let me get up." You move a little, giving him a cue to move his head and allow you to get up. He obliges and you quickly grab the box you had hidden under your bed. It takes you a minute before you're back and you hand it over to Austin. "Open it."

He holds the box in his hands and shakes it like a little kid before he pulls on the ribbon tying it shut. The lid pops off and he's presented with a pair of pink lace underwear in a shade not entirely dissimilar from the lace shirt he wore as Elvis. His voice is a little tight when he speaks. "You got this for me?"

You nod slowly, your eyes searching his face for some sort of tell bht for once Austin actually manages a blank face. "Mama has to treat her baby boy right. And he's been so good lately and so stressed out."

"I'm not-" He inhales sharply, shutting his eyes as he starts to fiddle with his hands. "I'm not your baby boy."

"Are you sure about that? Do you think you want to be?" You question knowing very well that you're toeing a very thin line that can either make Austin bolt or achieve a goal you both want.

"No." He pauses before letting out a shaky exhale, allowing himself to play with the fabric of the underwear in his hands. "Please?"

"Oh honey. Come here, let mama touch you. I've got you." You open up your arms to have Austin come into them only to find that he's chosen a completely different route of being on his knees in front of you with the underwear brushing against his cheek. Despite knowing that he wants you to dominate him, in the moment your brain shuts off and you find that you wish you had a camera, wanting to commit the image to memory.

Instead, though, you find your hand just carding itself through his hair not pulling but allowing yourself to just feel it against your hand. Austin for his part takes it to mean that you want him closer to you and he ends up just nuzzling at your thigh while looking up at you. "Can I touch you instead, ma'am?"

His question is almost to quiet to hear but you do and it causes a smile form on your face before you crouch down and hold his chin, placing a soft kiss to his lips. "You can, but how about we take this to the bedroom?"

His answering grin was such a marvel you swear if you weren't already in love with him you'd have fallen right there.

And so it went that way with the pair of you exploring in ways you didn't think were possible. It was exhilarating to say the least, watching Austin fall apart beneath you, taking care of him and exploring this goddamn lace kink that the film had given him. It's not hard to get him into some lace shirt for a photoshoot or for an interview but you haven't had nearly as much luck getting him into a pair of lace underwear outside your home. That is until Austin surprised you one night a few weeks before the Met Gala was supposed to happen.

"I want to try it." He states with zero context with his head on your chest in bed after a particularly interesting session involving a strap on, an ascot stolen from the Elvis set and edging.

"Try what? I know I'm not- I know I'm not your domme in this moment but, angel, you've got to provide me with more than the word it."

"The-" He bites his lip before exhaling the next words. "Underwear. The lace underwear."

You have to stop yourself from grinning at the idea. He needs your reassurance and you need to know the details. "Okay sweetheart. When do you want to do this?"

There's a long pause before Austin answers and when he does you can tell he's thought long and hard about it. "The Met Gala. I need something to ground me."

"Got it. Well, I think we can arrange that. Too tired to help me pick it out right now?"

His eyes meet yours and are so full of love that you forget to breathe for a moment. "No, I might have saved some on my phone already."

In the end you two settle on a red pair that came hilariously with a matching bra that you had to buy just so you could wear it. It also happens to vibrate which wasn't a new thing you and him were trying but truth be told you hadn't expect him to even want to try it for his first time outside and yet even now he manages to surprise you.

The ride to the Met is surprisingly short but it allows you to place just a bit of your own lip gloss on Austin's lip, a small attempt to get him to not bite his lips in every single picture. You kiss him on the cheek before grabbing his hand. "You remember the safe word, right? And you remember you can use it at any time while we're here?"

His eyes narrow before he rolls his eyes, earning a light slap to his thigh from you. "Yeah, I remember. I know. It's Snowman, use it if I'm too overwhelmed. I got it the first 15 times we covered it." He paused before adding on one word. "Ma'am."

You aren't expecting to hear your title just yet but you feel a twist in your stomach at it. It's not a bad twist, just unexpected and you take that moment to palm Austin through his pants as you turn on the vibration. Your eyes study him for a reaction and are blessed with a slight full body shiver and an inhale as he looks at you with blue eyes that look like they have just a little more pupil than before. It brings a thrill to you and you can't help but smirk.

"Now, are you going to ruin your underwear, Austin? That not what good boys do when they get a treat like this. It makes me think you don't deserve to wear them." You say, backing away and taking your hand off of his clothed cock. "Remember, we paid good money for this and Prada did such a good job on dressing you. It'd be a shame for my sweet boy to make a mess of himself. I'd be so disappointed in him."

"I'll be good, I promise. You know I can-" He stops as the car stops telling him that they've arrives. "I'll show you I deserved this, ma'am. You know I'm a good boy."

You give him a quick peck on the lips before grabbing your purse and the remote, "Yeah, but sometimes you're a bit of a brat. Come on darling, let's go show off."

Well, he gets to show off, you might have been his plus one and been able to mingle with people you couldn't dream of mingling with before but you're not the one the cameras care about. A shame considering you had managed a nice ensemble that for your budget you felt fit the theme better than about half of the attendees. There's a moment when he's taking pictures with Priscilla Presley that has you so delighted to see how much composure he has that once he moves away from her you decide its time to up the ante so to speak. You know Austin well enough that you think he can handle the vibration being turned up to its second level.

You are not prepared for how he freezes in front of what you think might be a reporter and how his hands go to his pockets to ever so subtly adjust himself. You can feel the way that seeing him react like that causes you to become just a bit wetter than you already were. You knew you should have worn your own underwear but silk showed everything when it was this tight and honestly you might have wanted to give Austin easier access for later.

His voice sounds- well it sounds hilarious when he says Prada dressed him tonight and you have to stifle your laugh. He looks up at the snort you let out and it takes every bit of your self control not to say something when you look at his eyes. The blue you so very much love is almost completely overtaken by the black of his pupils and while you are in control here, you can't help the way your thighs clench and rub together just slightly. A move that Austin's eyes zero in on and he bites his lower lip hard before turning to face another journalist.

Red carpet time is strange for you and you're not sure if 5 minutes or 500 have passed before you feel Austin's arm wrap around your waist and feel his breath on your neck as he leans in to whisper. "Mama. Ma'am. I need to come. I- it keeps brushing against the tip. I keep feeling it vibrate and the- lace feels so- I'm not wearing a cock ring. I don't- I can't do this. I need to come, I know you said I couldn't because it's Prada but please."

You let out low hum that you mean to sound similar to the noise you make when you're disappointed but you know just a bit of your own pleasure at seeing him ready this wrecked leaks through. A response is on your lips before he gives you a kiss and turns you both away from the cameras.

"I want to be your good boy, I want you to be able to show me off and be proud of me because I did this and I'm out of my own head and you're such a good domme to me. You deserve-"

Your eyes flicker to a camera Austin missed and you allow them to take a pic of the two of you talking before you respond very simply. "You're doing great, baby boy. Couldn't have asked for a better sub right now, but I think you can do even better. Can you last ten more minutes, baby? Then we'll be away from the cameras and you can show your mistress just how good you are. And you can get your reward. That sound alright?"

His breath comes in quick pants for a few seconds before he answers. "Sno- yes, ma'am it does."

There is a moment where you stare at him waiting for one more confirmation before you agree to the terms and you get it in the form of him nodding his head shakily and him letting his legs fall open just a tad.

The last ten minutes of the carpet are painful for both you and Austin. His body is a bit more tense than you feel comfortable seeing and your thighs are really making you regret not wearing any underwear. You're about to pull Austin away and tell him it's alright before he ends up beating you to the punch, taking one final picture before ushering the pair of you inside to the nearest large bathroom and locking the door.

It's not unwelcome what he does but it's partially against your rule at this moment. Your eyebrow quirks up and you tilt your head before grabbing his hands and putting them above his head as you lean against him. "Good boys show more patience. You've been so very good so far and now you're so desperate for me that you can't wait for me to touch? Austin, my sweet boy, my good boy-"

He cuts you off by managing to get his hands out from under yours and sinking to the floor. His head goes to your thigh and you can feel his hands moving to the bottom of your dress trying to find a way to lift it up or pull it up without wrecking it.

It's only because your hearing is very aware of Austin at most points in time that you hear his muttering against the fabric of your dress and what you hear almost makes you weak at the knees.

"I'm sorry, I'll eat you out, I'll make you come so hard you see stars, ma'am please just let me come I'll make up my mistake." His breathing is a little faster than you like hearing and you're about to say Snowman yourself before you use your hand to tilt his chin up so that he's looking at you.

"Aus." You say before giving him a quick kiss. "You've been so good for mama. I can forgive this just this once. Come here and get your reward."

Your hands move to undo his belt once he stands up and within about a minute you make quick work of it and his pants, pulling them down to expose his lace covered cock to the open air. It looks painful and you can see that his precome has practically ruined the fabric but even so you can't help the intake of breath that happens at the sight of it. You look at his eyes that are all pupil and looking minorly glazed over before your hand wraps around his cock and gives it an experimental tug.

"Y/N, ma'am, I- I can take them off so we can-" You use your hand that had just been on his cock to silence him for a second before you shake your head.

"Just push them to the side baby. Let mama feel the vibration too."

He nods, allowing himself to push the underwear to the side. His cock springs free looking almost painful with how hard it is. Your eyes settle on it before you move close enough to Austin that he can lift you up. You put his hands on your upper thighs, hoping he can get the hint.

He does, thankfully and you find yourself being lifted up and placed onto a counter before Austin enters you quietly. He knows that you two need to be quiet but it's so hard for him that he's biting his lower lip so hard you swear it's going to bleed. You've haven't given him permission to kiss you yet though so he knows what he's supposed to do. Still, he's been so good today that you can't help but start to kiss his neck sucking a small hickey onto it.

"You can kiss me, baby. You've been such a good boy, you deserve a full reward-" You're cut off with an almost violent kiss as Austin practically attacks your mouth, biting at your lower lip and playing with your tongue with his own. You can hear him groan into the kiss and it makes your cunt clench around his cock as his thrusts start to become deep enough that they knock the wind out of you. He still hasn't come despite the vibration and the feeling of your cunt around him and it honestly boggles your mind. He really was being good for you but you can feel the way his arms are tensing with the effort of stopping himself from coming. He has to ask though, even if you want to tell him that he has permission it's always been your rule that you abide by no matter what. It doesn't take long before you hear Austin's trembling voice pipe up.

"Ma'am, may I please come now? I've been good for you and I didn't make a mess of myself. Left that for you to do."

You want to tell him to wait, tell him that you want to come first before he can but he's right he had been good for you and well his mouth could do what his cock couldn't in this case. Besides you always have liked covering his face in your juices.

You nod scratching ever so lightly on his clothed back. "Only if you eat me out afterwards. Because I know like everything else my baby boy is so good at that."

In any other circumstance you know Austin would have smirked at what you said but in the moment all you could see was your boyfriend losing himself in his pleasure, his head thrown back and the quietest of moans escaping his mouth. It has your cunt clenching around his sofening cock and for the briefest of moments you think there is a possibility you aren't going to need to have him eat you out. When he pulls out you realizes you still haven't come to despite honestly honestly what feels like an obscene amount of liquid coating his cock and your thighs. Your cunt twitches trying to feel something only to come up with nothing and you can't help the groan of sheer distress that escapes you.

Austin for his part looks thoroughly fucked out, his hair still relatively what's together but his eyes blown and his chest still heaving. But at your groan he looks up and realizes he still hasn't fulfilled his end of the bargain.

You want to tell him he doesn't have to because at this point you're not entirely sure he can you rarely seen him experience this much of a drop already but he pushes away your hand as it the tries to push him away and he sinks down to the floor. His face is eye level with your pussy for a moment as he just stares taking in the sight as if when he looks away it will disappear. For not the first time tonight or in your entire relationship you're struck by just how much this man loves you. It twists at your heart and you want to kiss him in this moment but you're not entirely sure if he wants you to so you hold back. After he stares for his perhaps minute or he takes his fingers and just traces the outline of your lips. As he does he sees a bit of his come leaking out of you and you think is what spurred him on because once he sees that and touches it he ends up burying his face in between your legs.

You don't even get a single warning before you feel his tongue against your clit and you have to bite on your lip knowing fully well you want to scream. He's relentless with his tongue against your clit and his lips sucking it. You want to hold it back you want to make this last but his tongue and the sensation of his fingers trust curling inside your cunt cause you hands go to his hair and you know his publicist is going to kill you because it's going to look so fucked out but you can't help it you need something to ground you because otherwise you're not one hundred percent sure you're not going to fly away. He backs you into the countertop since you had stood back up at one point and you hop on with an ease you didn't think was actually possible considering how your legs are shaking but when you get on that countertop he continues his assault and your thighs clench around his head causing him to growl against your cunt. That's when you lose it, you don't even have time to warn him before you come harder than you swear you have in years. He hadn't been wrong when he said he'd make you come so hard you see stars and you find yourself actually shaking a bit once you come down from your high.

When you open your eyes you see Austin leaning back on his knees his stubble and his lips glistening in the light. You open your mouth to say something before he beats you to it. "You squirted."

"Oh. I-" You pause actually feeling a bit shy for once. "My bad, I don't remember the last time I did."

Austin looks up at you through his eyelashes and has the audacity to smirk before letting out a soft chuckle. "Ma'am, you did say you were gonna make a mess of me if I was a good boy. I'm not complaining."

"Brat." You laugh while grabbing a towel from the counter top. "Now what do you say about me cleaning us both up and going back out there. I hate for your publicist to murder me."

"That's fine. I think right now I would honestly do anything you want me to do with or without calling you my domme, Y/N." He whispers, his eyes shutting just a little bit.

"I know and that's what makes you such a good boy when you are my sub." You murmur as you wet the towel with the water from the sink, wiping off your cum from his face- or at least what he hasn't already licked off from his lips. Once you're finished there your hand and the towel start on his cock. He hisses still sensitive from coming and the vibrations still present and you kiss the top of his head. "I'll turn that off in a second. But you did do good my sweet boy. Such a good boy for mama."

Once you're finished you hold out your hand to have Austin pull on to stand up which he takes gladly. His eyes are hooded but he manages to look up and focus on your face. "Thank you."

You busy yourself pulling up his pants and making sure he's all put back together before you say anything in response. "You're welcome. Let's go back outside so that you can show off and when we get home I think a bath for the two of us in order. I'll even wash your hair."

"Mmhmm." Austin hums before nuzzling at your neck and placing a small kiss there. "I love you."

"I love you too." You whisper as you unlock the door and drag both you and Austin back to the real world.

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#austin butler #ally writes #austin butler smut #austin butler x reader #austin butler x you #austin butler x y/n #austin butler fanfiction #austin butler fanfic

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theautismgoblin · 6 months

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GUESS WHAT I JUST FINISHED, HOLY CRAP THAT TOOK LONGER THAN EXPECTED.

Anyway, I hope I get to see more of the dynamic between Pomni and Caine in future. It is such an interesting dynamic to me, like at this point I don't even care what it is labeled as. Ship or not, I just want to see more of these two hanging out. Anyway, on to analysis cause apparently I love overanalyzing this show, even if it is only the pilot.

You know how I said I had this theory that Caine is gonna keep a close eye on Pomni compared to the others, well I think I should explain why here.

Pomni unlike everyone else who got trapped had hope given to her the first day, via the exit door, BUT unlike all the others, that hope was immediately shattered. She is definitely not OKAY!!! Like I am fairly certain she is much more likely to abstract now, AND IT IS ONLY HER FIRST DAY!!! Thus the idea that despite Caine not understanding humans well, he will notice this issue. Like he does seem to care for the humans, but he's got no real idea how to show it.

Anyway I feel like it will be through this unlikely friendship Caine would learn about humans a bit more. Like an AI learning, well exactly that actually!!

Another thing I noticed is Caine right after explaining the adventure of the day, leaves. No reason given, just leaves. Now I think there are two reasons this might have happened. Option A: He has figured out from experience that newbies need to get used to everything before he tries to really interact a bunch with them, since those same newbies would be overwhelmed and definitely not trust him. Or Option B: The humans already there don't trust him already, and he's found that it's better to just let them do their own thing most of the time. Either way he is gone almost the entire day.

Though that could also be a nod to how the ringleader in a circus act too honestly. The ringleader lets the performers do their thing without really interfering with the act, unless it is needed. Sometimes the ringleader (if I remember correctly) even leaves the stage completely, though they are in the background.

Anyway back to the dynamic of Caine and Pomni, I really hope my pattern recognition is correct here and it's not just my daddy issues speaking (though knowing me, it probably is), and it is indeed a father-daughter dynamic I'm seeing. A couple folks on A03 even have written some fan-fics about it already, and I really like them. But I hope we can get this series funded, cause then we can see more of the dynamics of ALL the characters.

Anyways HAVE A GOOD DAY!!!!

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frisky-bitz · 3 months

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went on a rant about this to one of my friends and now i want to put it here.

so, when it comes to future chapters of deltarune, lots of speculation i see is regarding the aftermath of the weird (snowgrave) route. tbh, while making your own theories is valid ive always really hated when people say that other characters (especially like, toriel) are going to carry on "snowgrave" in future chapters. it just doesn't feel right to me.

i really hope that the weird route continues to focus on noelle. because for one, i can't see anyone taking noelles place, kris and noelle have such a unique and special friendship which makes their dynamic in snowgrave possible, and i just can't see it working out with anyone else the way it does with them. also, just because the way i see it there's already so much potential in how the rest of noelles story is gonna unravel.

like, noelle is aware that the voice commanding her is NOT kris. she says something about how she wants to figure out what is happening with them and try to help them (paraphrasing because I do not know the actual quote), and I could see that ending in her directly confronting us. which would be literally BADASS

because we know that part of noelle's character is learning how to stand up for herself, at the end of the normal route she finally stands up against queen. but in snowgrave, she can't stand up against kris. she is absolutely terrified of them, of us. she goes through with everything because she trusts kris, but at the same time she knows that something is terribly wrong.

she is starting to catch on. and while she doesn't exactly learn to stand up for herself the same way (although.. I guess she kind of does, through violence), she is becoming way more bold. the scene with susie we don't get to see in the weird route? yeah, something definitely went on between those two, something that she would not have the guts to do in the normal route.

so what I think is that, eventually she won't be scared of us. she's gonna end up confronting us, and when that time comes, we're the ones who should be scared of her

#snowgrave #weird route #deltarune #noelle holiday #deltarune analysis #?#is that even the right way to tag this #im an avid noelle fan if you couldnt tell #ive been insane about this girl since CHAPTER 1 #long long LONG incomprehensible post sorry

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thesweetnessofspring · 4 months

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What did you think about Peeta and Gale’s conversation in chapter 23 of Mockingjay? I don’t think Peeta was in the right state of mind yet to wonder who Katniss would choose in the end, so I remember being really surprised that he would even partake in a conversation like this one. To be fair, Peeta wasn’t the one who brought it up. He just stated that he thought Katniss loved Gale and that she pretty much confirmed it to him after his whipping, but it was Gale who mentioned that it was Katniss’ problem who to choose to which Peeta agrees and then wonders how she will make up her mind. Do you think it was out of place? Or what was the real purpose of this exchange between them in your opinion? Thank you 😊

So, I think this conversation is hugely important to the love-triangle-as-two-sides-of-just-war-theory angle in the series. Of course on the surface there's still talk about kissing and proving love, but there's still a few interesting lines. One is:

It's so strange to hear them talking like this. Almost like friends. Which they're not. Never have been. Although they're not exactly enemies.

Which is interesting. It's not odd for two competing men in a love triangle to be nasty to each other, but Katniss says their dynamic is more similar to friends than enemies. And that they aren't enemies, although they're both in love with Katniss. Which is interesting from the two sides they represent. Because both are fighting on the same side, to take down the Capitol and end the districts' oppression. So they aren't enemies, but their tactics are different. Peeta is diplomacy and persuasion. Gale is war and force.

While the two love interests are posed as Katniss's potential worldviews, I can't help but think that Katniss, then, represents Panem. She is the symbol people look to, the random girl who, yes, has some things that make her stand out, but never wanted glory, only safety for those she loved. Her want is what the people want. So what will Katniss/the people choose?

Gale's response: "whoever she thinks she can't survive without."

We don't get the answer until the end of MJ that it's Peeta she can't survived without, that "What I need is the dandelion in the spring." This scene between Peeta and Gale poses that question and Katniss ends up responding to it, even if it pisses her off at the time.

I think this is the reason why Suzanne included it, and why it adds to the themes and the love triangle as a literary device. Now as for how it fits in, I won't say that it doesn't at times stick out to me as a bit strange. However, I think that Suzanne put it in just the right place to make it the most natural.

Peeta has been uncovering what's real and not real for several chapters now, starting with mundane things. Gale helps him remember District 12 and they've been fighting alongside each other, including Gale promising to kill Peeta if necessary. I think that's set up a sort of bonding where they can now look at each other beyond "other dude into the girl I'm in love with." And we know Peeta has had an anger or jealousy toward Katniss that Gale recognizes as his own jealousy, but without the ability to recognize the nuances of the situation. He's riled her up about their kissing, the love triangle, their nights on the train, flirting with Annie. So their romance/showmance is on his mind. But things have started to become a bit more real as he figures out how to identify no-real memories (shiny) and real memories start to surface, like what Katniss's favorite color is and the fact that Katniss got him medicine for his leg. And of course, this is also after the big "stay with me"/"always" scene.

All of that to say, between Gale appearing more like a friend during the war and the dynamic between Katniss and Peeta returning more to how it was before, Peeta has questions. The first one starts off tame enough, more of a prodding than a question: "That was funny, what Tigris said. About no one knowing what to do with her." And it builds from there. Peeta returning to his assertion that Katniss was in love with Gale, and Gale voicing his doubts because of the beach kiss. Gale is the one who first brings up Katniss having to choose, which at this point, he doubts will be a problem (oh character who is unaware of their plot armor). I think this was sort of Gale's, "well, we got bigger shit to deal with than our love lives, since it's not even going to be an issue" type of statement. But Peeta is the one stuck on the choosing. Perhaps because he hasn't been chosen before, perhaps because he wants it to be real and not a "well Gale died so you're it," perhaps because he often sees more positives and has hope they'll all make it out. It might be a bit of a stretch normally, but a hijacked Peeta who's asking questions when he's confused, I can believe him wondering how she'll choose, even if it sounds out of place. In any other context it would, but I think Suzanne sets it up to fit with the characters in that moment.

#the hunger games #peeta mellark #gale hawthorne #katniss everdeen #anon ask #thg analysis #thg meta #i hope i didn't ramble too much with this one lol

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This is more of a personal rant so I am going to talk about a lot of different things.

I didn't realize how involve I would get with this drama so jokes aside, I am very much uncomfortable with the scene between Way and Babe; like, I wish they change something about it or idk use other rute because I really liked Way as a character and I thought it was cool and all but now, Idk. I don't like getting attached to characters and being emphatic of them and then having to see them do things like this that make my blood boil and not having anything to say because is not good. Definitely not good.

In terms of acting, I am so in awe with Pavel and Nut. Everyone in this drama knows how to fucking act and it shows. Even Pooh being a newbabie makes Charlie feel alive and real. I think the reason this drama is hitting so hard (at least to me) is because the script and the acting is amazing. The characters feel real. Is not a caricature or stereotype taking human form. While they can be categorize as such (Babe being the egocentric racer, Charlie the naive fan, Alan the old-not-old father figure), they don't make those things their whole character. They are complex and multifacetic. Without feeling fake.

Another thing is how serious they take the elements of the show. They could so easily, and I mean EASILY fall into our tipical over the top Thai drama where everything feels performative. The car race aspect is showing the whole business aspect and the mechanics of the cars. Ofc they are showing off and marketing the Toyotas but is not as obvious as we are used to.

The house of Tony also looks curate enough to think they are doing shady business. Like ofc the kids sometimes look stiff and out of place but that perfectly falls into the idea that they are in fact not supposed to be there.

And don't even get me started in the a/b/o dynamics. Someone already said how for example the mama/papa thing could have being very awkward and weird to watch (and even perform by the actors) but they deliver something that felt so normal. Babe always mentioning how the Alpha scents smells and Charlie asking for kids two seconds into the relationship. Is amazing how they did it. Even when I am reading fics I cringe sometimes at the dialogue with all the terminologies and the mechanics of it, while here I am like yep that seems about right.

Last thing I want to mentioned is not only the main characters shine throught the screen but all the secondary too. North and Sonic are so fun to watch and they fit so right in the whole picture, by being serious when it needs to and fun and crazy at the right moments; Pete and Kenta fit the whole secret organization/hidden agenda/business men; Winner is a perfect loser without making himself look ridiculous; Kim, Alan and Jeff are so perfect I don't have anything to say.

Overall, I don't know what exactly is about this show that makes it look so real and natural by having a insane plot: the characters, the script, the camera work, idk. I just know it works.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #i need to rant about the only show thats been consuming me two weeks ago #im also very attached to this cast for some reason #i watched boys journey in two days #maybe thats why #pit babe cast

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Given the fact that we were talking about our perceptions of certain kinds of ships in regards to Stein and how they suit or do not suit his character, how do you feel about smut/the relationship dynamics within Stein x character smut fics?

All righty then...! Here comes a very long rambling of my headcanons about Stein, his two primary relationships, and his relationship with those deeper intimacies. This takes some turns before it gets to the main point but well, I love talking about this man. Extremely long post under the cut.

Also - there are two blogs I tag at the very end of this post - you two feel free to ignore all my ramblings, just know I praise you both at the end and I still re-read your Soul Eater stories VERY regularly.

I'm truthfully still trying to reorganize my thoughts on this specific topic because 1) I have listened to many a headcanon from others on the subject and I always try to give validity to their thoughts even when they differ from mine, and 2) I've also read tons of smut fic with Stein out of sheer desperation for...well, Stein fic. (Come on Stein fandom where you at? Write me some gen fic too, lol)

I have not read too many fics of him with Marie cuz those always contain manga spoilers so I'm skipping those for now until I finish reading (exactly halfway through!). So what I've read is mostly Stein/Spirit smuts and just a couple with Marie, and I want to say….almost zero?? I think zero of those fics (and boy I've read plenty) have "hit the spot" in terms of what I would want for a Stein smut. They're good stories, in some cases great stories, well-written and thoughtfully conceived, but they're not fitting my headcanons and interpretations of who I see onscreen (and who I see in the manga so far).

All that said now… Some of my own relevant headcanons for him, and then I'll get more into fic of others.

I go back and forth toying with the idea that Stein experimented with intimacy just a little as a teen. He's not immune to puberty and hormones; he's human whether he likes it or not, which isn't to say mind over matter doesn't work for him. (Clearly it does, in staving off madness among other things.) But he's a scientist. He's curious. And I can see him justifying an experiment or two in his teen years. But they would in fact be just that, experiments. It's still a big maybe. I can't say for certain he would, it's the sort of thing like…if all the dots line up just right, he'd attempt it. If not, he wouldn't. And it would only be with those two people: Marie and/or Spirit. He doesn't trust anyone else enough. (Yes, I'm on board with the popular fanon that Marie was one of his other weapon partners after Spirit.)

Another teen headcanon... I can also easily see a sort of angsty distraction possibility for him. When he loses Spirit to Kami, I can see him getting into a "romantic" relationship with Marie as sheer distraction, and even misguided retaliation. Spirit "cheated" on him with another meister and abandoned him, so why shouldn't he do the same with another weapon? Which sucks for Marie but well she's not healthy about relationships any more than Stein or Spirit are. But this is just another sort of maybe-thought; another situation where all the dots would have to line up just right for him to go for it. But I can see it, no question, just like the prior thought.

As for Stein as an adult, at the point we see him in the show… While I think relationally he and Spirit have the most interesting dynamic to explore, the one he shows more openness toward is Marie. It's clear that he cares for her. And he doesn't fully understand that either. Now I don't think he wants to get into bed with her, or marry her, or anything traditional to a romance. But I also don't think Marie is going anywhere. Thinking post-anime now…. Unless he gives her a sign that there is nothing between them, I think she's staying put. But sadly for her, I think there is something between them... Sadly because, Stein doesn't know what it is, and it's not "love" the way that Marie wants it. It's just something he's unfamiliar with. Meanwhile she's devoted to him, poor woman.

Now, end of the anime… Let's talk about this…. Marie helps him back to sanity with her healing wavelength. But…then he's just "okay"? No he isn't. Look at that man. His dark circles are darker, his eyes are more haunted. That man has been living off madness and cigarettes for weeks. When is the last time he ate anything? Showered? Legitimately got any sleep?? How he's even standing up let alone fighting Medusa is beyond me, and then he performs freaking major surgery and then waltzes into the death room afterward like he's fine. Because...that's who Stein is.

Stein will fight until he is incapable of fighting anymore, to serve those he loves. Yes I said loves. And it is agonizing how much he strives to show his love for others, and it's something he doesn't even realize he has within him. He thinks he can't understand love? It's because he feels it so deeply and passionately it's beyond definition. Part of this however I'm also certain is motivated from his deep desire for purpose as an adult. The manga shows that aspect of his character even more-so than the anime (in what I've read so far). That man is desperate for purpose and to belong somewhere, with someone. He can't escape his human nature even if he doesn't understand it, can't define it, and even though it drives him crazy all on its own…

So bringing this back to Marie… End of the anime. I don't think Marie is leaving. She's gonna stay, help nurse Stein back to health and sanity despite his pretending he's fine (or perhaps even sheer ignorance of his condition), and Stein…is gonna be confused the whole dang time about his feelings for Marie. He knows he feels something but he has no idea what it is or how to process it. But "love" in the romantic sense he doesn't possibly consider, because well...his conceptions of that sort of thing aren't based in anything healthy (see: Spirit's relationships).

So yeah… She's not leaving. He won't reject her attentions because he does care about her, just not in a way he understands and also not in the way she wants. And as she starts to realize that he has some kind of feeling for her, I think she'd turn up the romance and she'd make a move on him. OR…she'd play the extremely...long...patient game, and wait for him to make a move on her, when it's within his comfort zone. And let me be clear… This man still does not know what love is in this traditional sense, does not understand love. He knows what physical attraction and hormones are and darn him he can't shake those either, but as an adult he wouldn't act impulsively on them nor would he confuse them with love. Stein is the ultimate master of mind over matter. If he were to sleep with her, it would be a choice; a decision he makes consciously and deliberately. I see this within the realms of possibility. But if he chooses it himself, if he's the one who makes that decision simply out of his wanting to…it would be a long, long time that that woman is waiting for him. But I do think it possible. The question is simply, how long will she wait. And she's also the type to try to stir things up (see: her behavior toward Joe in the manga). So who knows when they may end up in bed together... These dots are more complicated to align than those of his teenage years. And if Marie made the move first...I think he'd accept it. Because, see again, his wanting to belong with someone, and he knows he feels something different with Marie.

As for Spirit, well... Stein sees that Spirit likes women. And Stein sees that Spirit can't commit. I think Stein "loves" Spirit more than he loves Marie. First love, young love... Spirit is the relationship of his life, even though that's yet another thing he cannot possibly understand. I think that while part of him, the mad obsessive part, and the curious part, does want to be close to Spirit in the intimate way…it's not out of a healthy desire or even typical motivations. It would come from a desire to possess, from his deeply human but inexplicable yearning to be closer to the one he loves even though it's not the right type of love for that type of intimacy. Not really sure Spirit would be all-in if Stein were to make the move... I think Spirit would take persuading. It's another circumstance where all the dots have to line up just right, and in this case probably more while caught up in madness than in sanity. Because as previously mentioned… In his right mind, Stein knows that Spirit likes women and more importantly that Spirit cannot commit. And he's ironically smart enough to know not to attempt a traditional human romance with someone who cannot commit. I don't think Stein would himself attempt intimacy with Spirit in his right mind at all, unless something happened to make him utterly desperate not to lose the man... Another instance of, all those dots have to connect.

But ugh, the angst. Spirit abandoned him after five years... Stein is not going to willingly subject himself to possible heartbreak again. Plus, he does not think Spirit has forgiven him for the "experiments." I think he thinks Spirit only hangs around him now as an adult as his handler, despite desperately wanting his friendship again. But I think he figures it's a lost cause so he just takes what is offered and never pursues more.

Okay but before I digress further into my endless thoughts about Stein's and Spirit's relationship (I'll do another post for that maybe), back to the point of your question.

I am really not one for labels, partially because I don't understand them but also because I think the spectrum is just so deep and too much defies definition. But if I were to label him, I guess I'd go with...gray ace with demi leanings…?

The man is driven only by curiosity, about anything and everything. But the level of intimacy we're talking about is more than he ever wants to trust anyone with. It's always gotta be on his terms, and more often than not…his terms would be unhealthy.

So let's talk about what shows up in fanfic, since that was what the original question was about. And once again, I like to lend validity to everyone's interpretation. Just because it isn't mine doesn't mean it's wrong or shouldn't exist. But you did ask about MY thoughts, so that's what I'm sharing here.

Once again, I've barely touched Stein/Marie fic because I'm avoiding manga spoilers. In the one or two I've seen, he comes across as not connecting emotionally in the typical way, but knowing that there is indeed something different about being with her. He knows she cares about him, and he cares in return. But it doesn't come across as anything intimate on his side of it. This isn't a characterization I particularly like, because Stein as an adult... As I said, I think he'd choose that intimacy if and when he wants it. In the stories, it comes across more as him just doing her a favor, just going along. It doesn't sit right. But like I said, that's only two stories. For other Stein/Marie, I reserve opinion for later.

Stein/Spirit... Okay. I've noticed a great many commonalities in the fics I've read. And this isn't a taste or preference thing; like I said I have devoured almost every smut fic just in desperation for any fanfic of them. Would prefer more gen fic less smut personally, but anyway.

Most fics have Stein in the dominant role, Spirit in the submissive role. I understand that interpretation but it's not how I see them. I see them as equals if they were to get into that type of intimacy. There is often a lot of bloodplay, frequently madness on Stein's part, major instances of non-con, pet play, BDSM, sometimes light cannibalism... It all suggests an impersonal and unhealthy relationship most of the time, which again...is not at all how I see them if they were to become a couple. Could such things come about? Unhealthily, possibly. But darn me and my desire for happy endings.

These two men are so broken, that if they were to become a healthy couple...I feel like it would be slow, cautious...extremely hesitant. There is extreme distrust on both sides, and also misconceptions about how the other feels. Which...I will save that analysis for later. Focusing back on smut fic.

I have seen only a few that touch on the give and take in a trusting relationship (all by the same author) that come closest to what I feel is accurate to the characters onscreen as I see them, but still the emphasis is too much on lust. It still isn't hitting the spot for me due to a lack of that relational development... Make no mistake, the stories are great, but I personally am hoping for something much deeper.

In my view, Stein just does not seek out physical intimacy in that way. I don't think he can fully escape the innate human need for touch, but in terms of a drive to get into bed with anyone... I think the occasional human desire for it crops up, and he easily ignores it/packs it away because it's not useful to him. It doesn't bother him. He doesn't think about it.

So this is where that...gray-ace, demi vibe comes into play for my view of him. Talking about Stein here as an adult and in control of himself, not consumed by madness... This is I supposed a bit of a summation of my thoughts.

If he did get into a relationship with anyone (and again I think his only choices are Spirit and Marie), it would not be based on the physical at all. I also don't think he would rush into any relationship. It would be a long process before he trusted the person enough to consider them a romantic partner. And really, we could get away from the word romance entirely... Life-partner is a better word, in Stein's case. If the person wanted physical intimacies, I think he would be responsive to that. The other person would be in the lead, but in no way dominating. It would have to be an equal trust thing or else Stein would nope out hard. Stein would gradually learn what it is he likes physically, and how to give his partner what they want. He can come to enjoy it because this is his life-partner, the one he belongs with, the one who needs him and is part of his purpose. But again...the physical is not something that drives him at all. Not in how I see him portrayed onscreen or in the manga.

So, overall, in my point of view nearly all smut fics miss the mark. Now...the stories I've seen where I think the physical intimacy is nailed don't even get to smut. Those are the stories by @asymmetryestablished (AO3 NothingSoDivine) and their characterizations of Stein and Spirit defy description in any words I have. The other author who nails it is @wispforever (same on AO3) and the closest to physical intimacy they get is dancing, but my gosh still the characterizations are utter perfection. I will be re-reading y'all's Stein/Spirit stories forever.

I hope I did in fact answer your question, but overall, I was delighted to just spill out so many of my thoughts about Stein even if in summary form. Yes this was a summary... Okay. I'm done. Thanks.

#soul eater #franken stein #spirit albarn #marie mjolnir #stein #spirit #death scythe #crossstitch #steinspirit #spiritstein #steinmarie #stein x marie #stein x spirit #spirit x stein #headcanons #ask answer

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