#im slowly trying to rejoin fandom

[arofulboyfriend]

howdy! i'm seren (he/him) and this is my shiny new blog after a long time away from tumblr (or rather just lurking in the shadows). decided to rejoin after a few months of chilling in the aroacespec tags and slowly coming to terms with my own aro identity, and because i think any community could always use another token transmasc /lh

im not big on using social media, so i may post somewhat infrequently, but i do love to meet new people and chat so my ask box and replies are all open and i try to check my notifications often!

about me (brief): like i said my name is seren, i use he/him pronouns, and like the bio says i'm transmasc, lovequeer, and aroace, in broad strokes. i'm an adult in my mid 20s and i like genshin impact and pjsk and a bunch of other things, so you may sometimes see fandom reblogs if they relate to aroace-ness (will always be tagged)

on labels: im still coming to terms with my aro (and, to a lesser extent, ace) identities, so these are subject to change entirely, as of time of writing though, i'm gnc transmasc, bellus- and idem- romantic, bi-alterous and sex-repulsed ace. i recently saw the term "lovequeer" and really liked that too, so it's been added to the hoard (tm). more explanations below the cut for how i personally define and relate to each label!

about the blog: will use cw/tw tags where needed. i dont personally need tone indicators but i try to use them myself, but usage may be inconsistent. if in doubt, just ask, but 99% of the time i probably sound more cold/angry than i actually am. no dni or dnf just don't be a weird exclusionary or separatist a-hole

other than that, thanks for stopping by!

for simplicity i will always default to calling myself some combo of: transmasc, queer, aroace, or aro, but i'm all of them at once

gnc transmasc: i am transmasc, not trans man, trans boy, boy, or man (the "boyfriend" in my url is meant to be understood as a separate label from "boy"). i prefer masculine forms of address from non close friends, i do not like any feminine terms like girl, sis, etc. i am not out to anyone except close friends and safe parties (like pride) irl, and am not on hormones and cannot get surgery for a variety of reasons, but i do not mind dressing feminine, but by default i kinda tend towards tomboyish fashion regardless

bellusromantic: i enjoy conventionally romantic (as per US social norms) gestures in purely platonic contexts, such as holding hands, cuddling, cheek and hand smooching, calling my friends babe/dear, etc. not fond of mouth kissing.

idemromantic: probably bcus of the audhd, but i do not and have never seen an actual difference between "being besties" and "being romantically involved" - i lovingly call myself homie oriented. internally i never understood a sentiment of "more than friends" or whatever and politically speaking i am loudly, angrily critical of said sentiment.

lovequeer: a term i saw on tumblr a few days ago at time of writing. i feel like my relationship to the concept and feeling of "love" is inherently queer (as in "odd/weird" /pos)

bi-alterous: even though i'm aroace, "bi" was the first queer label i ever connected to, and im not willing to drop it. i am able to form close, intimate relationships with any person of any gender

sex repulsed ace: im repulsed by the idea and concept of specifically irl sex/pornography. i indulge in the occasional smutty fanart or smut fic bcus sadly i do have a libido, but i currently and for the foreseeable future only trust one person with any smut oriented discussion and i only make jokes with close friends

#aromantic #aspec #aroace #asexual #lovequeer #arospec #acespec #aro pride #aromantic asexual #i havent used tumblr in a long time so my familiarity with tagging culture is. Off #actual blog will use org and cw/tw tags ! #seren yaps #one day ill probably make this a carrd cause i do love making carrds but im lazy

[sorrowingsoldier]

Does anyone want a sneak peak at a fic I’m writing that’s a meet cute with modern bucky and cap Steve 👀👀👀

#im slowly trying to rejoin fandom #stucky #syd.txt

[hamliet]

hi hamliet!! i have a bsd ask. since this current arc has been going fairly slowly recently i’ve been thinking a lot about how it may end and reading several analyses etc and one thing i’ve been thinking about - do you think it’s possible tachihara will die? now i want to be clear im not one of those ppl who think bsd is gonna brutally murder half its cast and kill of fan favorite characters jejsyj, as we all know bsd doesn’t kill people off much and is very hopeful. i’m not at all worried about aku and chuuya bc their stories arent finished yet and not really jouno even, but in tachi’s case, i’m not really sure where more could his character arc go to..? like, he’s accepted himself as a mafia member now, but that still leaves a lot of loose ends (does he spy in the hunting dogs, does he leave them, etc etc) story wise i can’t see him just. going back to being a minor side character like before, but i also can’t rlly see the manga continuing to spend so much time on him to tie it all up neatly. i believe i’ve read an anaysis (it might’ve been yours?) that said this arc could be the goblet of fire of bsd aka the arc where everything changes. from a story telling pov tachi dying, while sad, wouldn’t be insanely tragic bc he’s not a major character, and it could imo serve as a game changer - firstly bc he’d be the first proper character killed off in the main manga (like karma and ace were the for only a chapter), so it would somewhat change the tone, but also bc it could give the mafia leverage for when it comes to having an ada member transfer. i saw another analysis that brought up an interesting point that ada could try to argue their way out of the deal since the mafia wasn’t exactly that helpful in the end - chuuya bailed them out once and then i think mori helped kenji and tani rejoin the ada or smth (not counting aku helping sushi as that was on dazai’s orders, not mori’s), but w the vampire thing going on, they seem to be far more screwed than ada is currently, so it could give weight to ada to try and get out of the agreement once this arc is over, and if tachihara, who will prolly in retrospect be comsidered a key player when it comes to taking down fukuchi/believing the ada, happened to die arguably bc he was trying to help the ada, it could give the mafia leverage to ensure the agreement proceeds as planned? + i maaaaay be going overboard woth this bit now but, if tanizaki is the member to join as many have speculated (and i agree w this theory), it could add a level of symbolism as they happen to look alike, so in a way it would strenghten the idea of him “replacing” tachihara. but, as i’ve said this hinges mainly on me not being able to think about how his storyline would proceed if he does survive, so the conclude this very long ask (thank u for your patience at reading btw wjyjjyjy) i wanted to know how you think his storyline could proceed? i think your analyses are some of the most thought out in the fandom so im very curious about your opinon. thank you for reading!

Hi! Yeah, this arc is very slow... I assumed we were gearing up for chapter 100 to be a big one, but it wasn't, so... I would be lying to say I wasn't somewhat disheartened by that. But, the themes and character explorations remain as strong as ever even if the pacing is poor.

That said, I do not think Tachihara will die, and I don't think BSD will ever go the "kill the characters" route, with a few exceptions that I've talked about before. It's not impossible; I just don't think it's the likeliest route. I think Tachihara's "who am I/where do I belong" arc is actually really important. He's both mafia and Hunting Dog, and my guess is that in the future, more characters will start to question their place in the mafia.

Specifically, I think the set up is clear for Akutagawa to decide he is not mafia (and Higuchi to leave with him), as well as for Chuuya to decide that he is mafia, but not Mori's mafia (Chuuya's arc will almost certainly endgame with him as the new Port Mafia leader). I think the mafia should start to have an identity crisis about who they are and what they do, which will result in the shuffling of various roles. Tachihara's identity might be a good kickstarter in that direction.

#ask hamliet #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd theory #boungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs theory #tachihara michizou

[iluvsexyvoltageguys]

Full Service

Fandom: Irresistible Mistakes (Love 365)

Pairing: Shunichiro x Reader

Note: @rougepetale this is for you, hope you enjoy your man 😏

You had been completely ready for work, just about to put on your coat and head out the door when you felt his hand on your shoulder. It was early and you hadn’t expected him to wake before you left, but you turned toward him and saw fire in his eyes.

He wanted you.

Knowing it wouldn’t take long, and feeling his heat light you up, you tossed the coat aside and let him press against your body, his erection obvious even through his boxers and your pants. The kiss was brief, dirty and deep, meant only to agree upon the level of need. Shunichiro pulled you into the living room where you could brace yourself on the back of a chair, right after unfastening your pants and letting them fall to your ankles. He stepped behind you to take care of your panties, pushing them roughly to the side as he bent you over.

He freed himself from his boxers and pushed forward, using his knee to open you as wide as your clothing would allow, sliding home with one long stroke. He hadn’t even bothered to check to see how wet and ready you were; not that there was a need for that. You were always wet and ready.

You wanted him.

There was never a rhythm, the pace frantic from the first thrust. You didn’t hold back, letting your cries for more echo throughout the room. Shunichiro was well aware that you loved to be fucked hard, but you liked to remind him anyway, pleading for his cock even as he gripped your hips with enough force to leave marks. When he leaned forward to nip your shoulder through your blouse, you came on a violent shudder, breathlessly demanding that he fill you up.

He couldn’t remember you ever wording it quite like that. Sure, you had told him to come plenty of times, but the specific request to fill you up was different. Primal. And he reacted to it. “You want to be filled up? You want to feel everything I can give you? The way only you can make me come?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Any further encouragement was unnecessary and Shunichiro pumped only twice more before he held himself deep inside and let your pussy help milk him of every drop. He was still draped over you, his cock slowly softening within you, as you mumbled into the chair cushion. “I should go change before I leave for the office.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You wanted to be filled up. I want you to stay that way.”

Something in his tone kept you silent, so he took the opportunity to slip out from you, fixing your panties as quickly as possible. Your pants followed, though he let you handle the zipper and button. You were quiet long enough that he thought he might have pushed you too far, but when you turned around and hungrily attacked his mouth, letting your tongue tease the roof of his mouth before you nipped at his lower lip, he stopped worrying.

You finally pulled away and smiled wickedly, loving the secret you would share with him all day. Without another word, you picked up your coat and left for work.

~~~~~

The rest of the morning was relatively normal; you, Toma and Toshiaki continued to work on the story board of the current commercial you were working on. However, even surrounded by the mundane, you couldn’t stop thinking about the way you were marked, feeling it with every step and embracing the warmth crawling just under your skin.

When you saw Shunichiro step off the elevator, two coffees in hand, you swore you felt a new wave of your own wetness mix with his. He handed you the steaming cup at your desk, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. “I can smell myself on you.”

Wide-eyed and blushing, you whipped your head around to where the guys were huddled around Toma’s computer, then slowly turned back to Shunichiro. “Really? Do you think they’ve noticed?”

“I hope so.” He walked away before you could respond, and you couldn’t even figure out how you felt. Powerful? Dirty? Needy? Some of everything? You supposed being ashamed would be a normal reaction, yet there was absolutely none of that. Hurrying to rejoin your team, you did what you could to push it all from your mind so that you could focus on work.

Things were fine until lunchtime, when everyone went to grab lunch and you and Shunichiro were left alone for several minutes. You were leaning against a desk, still editing the story board, but he made his presence known when he nudged your shoulder and grinned mischievously, “Still filled up?”

“Well, I’m not sure how ‘filled up’ I am, but I’m plenty wet.”

He studied you for a long moment. “What happened to keeping it in all day?”

“Um, gravity?”

It was a simple fact, but he just shook his head and grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the office and down a familiar hallway. There was a small storage closet that you had become rather acquainted with, though you really tried to avoid too much sex at work. The idea of getting caught was both arousing and appalling, but on days like this, it just didn’t matter.

You both crowded into the tiny room and shut the door behind you, leaving you with a sliver of light. It only took a minute of fumbling to find the sturdy boxes you knew were there, then stack them to a height that would allow you to sit at the perfect angle for him to fuck you with little effort.

Just as had happened earlier, your clothes hung around your ankles; he let his fall as well, unconcerned with anything but coming inside you again. Your mouths met sloppily just as his cock drove deep, a gasp of relief coming from both of you. The sound of your joining was louder and wetter than normal, a reminder of what you were doing and how much you were turned on by it. He reached for a handful of your hair and pulled your head back, giving him room to suck on your neck as he repeatedly pounded into you

Your hand dropped between your bodies, fingers quickly finding your swollen clit. He looked down at your colliding hips and groaned at the sight. “You want me to come hard inside you? Fill you up again?”

"Please!”

You let yourself go, your entire body tightening as you tried to stay silent, only a desperate mewl escaping your lips. He followed quickly, in tune with your body and on edge with the desire to leave you with more evidence of your shared lust. As he spilled inside you, his forehead fell forward against yours, and you both took a moment to catch your breaths.

By the time he slid away from your body and you carefully moved off the boxes, your eyes had adjusted to the darkness and you were able to watch as he eased your panties back into place. Before his hand fully let you go, he tucked it under the elastic and dragged his fingertips through the cum he had just left behind. Bringing them up to your mouth, he touched your lips and you opened for him, sucking his fingers clean as you stared at him.

“You’ll try harder to keep it all inside this time?”

Your tongue still held him in your mouth, your lips sealed around him as you nodded.

~~~~~

You managed to make it through the rest of the day with some semblance of productivity and concentration, even as the heavy scent of sex followed you like an illicit haze. The guys had to have noticed something, but stayed quiet, the topic too intimate for either of them to bring up. Still, just knowing that they must have had their suspicions was enough to keep the arousal thrumming steadily throughout your body.

For his part, Shunichiro did lots of staring, but far less talking than normal. Instead, he followed you with his eyes, territorial and proud, eager for the moment he could get you alone again.

You had dinner reservations at a swanky restaurant and needed to stop at the apartment to change first, so you left work at a decent hour. You were both quiet on the drive home, simply holding hands with an innocence that belied the day’s earlier activities, but once you were through the front door, you grabbed at each other, removing clothing at a feverish pace.

How you made it to the bedroom was unknown, even to you. Your panties were the last barrier between the two of you and they were unceremoniously tossed to the floor, just a second before his naked body pressed you down into the mattress. You attempted to lock your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, but he stopped you, instead moving them to his shoulders. The angle allowed him to get deeper than he had been all day, and hit your g-spot perfectly. It didn’t matter that you had already fucked twice that day; neither of you would last long.

You got loud, begging to be filled up one more time. Your string of expletives urged both of you on, and you finally screamed his name, your pussy gripping him desperately and pulling him in. Several seconds later, he emptied himself for a third time, sticky streams adding to everything he had already given you.

As soon as you both recovered, he moved to pick up your panties, dropping them onto your bare stomach. “Pick any dress you want, but keep the same panties on.”

You made it to the restaurant in time, dressed to the nines and sinful as hell. There was no way to tell which of you were riding more of a high throughout the meal; he still felt dominant, having left his mark on you all day long, while you felt powerful, flaunting your unions with poorly-hidden evidence. It was outrageously dirty, but you both owned it.

By the time you had finished dinner, you were fully sated, all appetites and cravings having been satisfied over that past several hours. Well, almost all of them.

Your server came over to you offering a choice of crème brulee, cheesecake, or tiramisu, but you spoke up before Shunichiro had the opportunity to respond. “No, thank you. He’ll be able to eat dessert at home.”

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[set-phasers-to-whump]

whumptober day 7

prompt: isolation

whumpee: aidan waite

fandom: being human (US)

quick disclaimer:  this is horribly ooc bc i havent seen the show in utter ages since its not on netflix anymore and i am well aware that it sucks and im sorry but i have to post something so heres this utter garbage heap of not-even-whump. i promise i hate it just as much as you do.

Aidan Waite wasn’t a good person. He wasn’t even a person, actually. And he had done far too many bad things in his long life to be considered ‘good.’ So he was a bad vampire. No matter how hard he tried not to, it seemed like he always relapsed into drinking directly from people. No good person hurts other people. Ergo, he was bad.

He had been hanging out with Bishop and one thing had led to another, and here he was, feeling dirty with live blood. He kept telling himself that he couldn’t keep doing this, but he never seemed to be able to resist. He returned home around five in the morning, ashamed and slightly drunk.

He was tired of this, the constant pull to just grab someone and drain them. He found himself wondering what he could do, and finally came up with an idea. He could lock himself up, isolate himself from the world, somewhere where he wouldn’t be able to find any humans to drink-a sort of detox. He could bring blood bags from the hospital and stay for maybe a week, and see what that did.

It wasn’t a perfect plan-where would he go, for one thing. The woods? Some abandoned house on the outskirts of the city? He couldn’t just lock himself up in his room-his housemates wouldn’t much care if the door was locked or not, they had ways around it. He couldn’t let them interfere, couldn’t let them know what he was doing. He doubted they’d approve, and they’d try to find him. He needed to do this, just to see if it would work.

And work it did. Aidan had found himself an abandoned cabin in the woods, and had even gone a step further and locked himself in its basement. He had known he would easily be able to break the lock if he wanted to, so he had bought himself some handcuffs which he was pretty sure would be able to hold him, and had cuffed himself to an old iron bed frame he’d discovered in the basement when he was exploring the cabin. His plan was to bring his phone and call Josh after a week and ask him to come unlock the door. He had a power block, plenty of blood bags, and a few books to keep himself busy. 

The first two days went pretty well, he thought. Josh had called him, but he had explained that he’d been called out of town unexpectedly and would probably be back within the week. Aidan was pretty sure that Josh hadn’t believed that for a second, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. He had drank a few of his blood bags and had read one of his books and started on a second. He was bored, sure, but it was only five more days.

The next two days passed slowly and agonisingly. Aidan’s eyes began to hurt from all the reading, and he didn’t want to use his phone in case he accidentally drained all the battery from his power block and ended up trapped. He tried to sleep, but the basement was cold and damp and he hadn’t thought to bring a blanket. A detox wasn’t supposed to be comfortable, he had thought. 

By the fifth morning, he was ready to leave, but he had promised himself he’d stay a week. He hadn’t really thought this through, he realised. Of course in here he was perfectly able to resist the temptation to drink people, but there weren’t any people around! All this was doing was making him miserable. But he had made it this far, he couldn’t give up now.

So he suffered through a fifth day in the mouldy and uncomfortable basement. His limbs had grown used to not having many places to go, and now everything just sort of ached. He wondered if he’d be able to stand up when the week was up, or if he’d just fall right over.

The sixth day passed in an even worse manner-it began to rain at around four in the morning and didn’t let up until late afternoon. The cabin, being in such a state of disrepair, was far from watertight, and the basement became even more damp, and the mildewy smell only got worse. 

So to sum things up, he was cold and wet and beginning to be affected by the mould, not to mention he was lonely and bored out of his mind. He couldn’t sleep that night at all, and sure, he didn’t necessarily need to, but he wanted to, more than anything. But there was about half an inch of water on the ground and his wrists had begun to ache in their restraints. At least he wasn’t hungry. At least he only had one more day.

Finally, finally, his last day in the cabin arrived. He had actually done it! He spent his day lost in thought, planning out how to better tackle his issue, seeing as this solution had not been the most useful. He did manage to sleep that night-most of the water had leaked out to somewhere else, and although the ground smelled even worse than it had before the rain, he was too tired to notice. 

At last it was the dawn of the eighth day-he had made it through an entire week. He grabbed his phone, which he had managed to keep dry and charged throughout the week. His hands shook a little as he called Josh-what exactly that was from, he wasn’t sure. 

Josh didn’t pick up. He didn’t really know who else to call, so he kept trying-Josh did have work today, he supposed. Maybe he was just busy.

But he didn’t pick up all day. He had Bishop’s number, but calling him might defeat the entire purpose of this terribly planned endeavour. 

Aidan resigned himself to spending another night in the basement. And then another. He had started to worry after his fourth call to Josh, and he was now absolutely panicked-but his handcuffs were doing their job far too well, and he was completely stuck, with the key thrown across the room and the bed frame absolutely refusing to move. He was going to have to call Bishop. He put it off for as long as he could-he was really not looking forward to having to explain himself. 

And then he was saved by the bell, or rather the call-Josh’s number flashed across his screen at last!

“Aidan?”

“Why haven’t you picked up? Did something happen?”

“Yeah, my phone broke, I just got it back today. Where are you? I thought you said you’d be back within a week.”

“I’m...in the woods. In an old cabin.”

“What? Why?”

“I was just trying something...I’ve been here for, like, ten days. I can’t even feel my legs anymore.”

“Where exactly in the woods are you?”

Aidan gave Josh the best directions he could, and Josh promised he’d be there as quick as possible.

After what seemed like an eternity, even compared to the endless days he’d spent alone, Aidan finally heard a door open above him.

“Aidan? You in here?”

“Josh! I’m in the basement!”

He heard Josh’s footsteps on the stairs, and finally, the door creaked open.

“Aidan...you look awful. Why are you even here?”

“I was trying something...a detox, I guess.”

“Did it work?”

“I realised a few days in it wasn’t going to be able to do much of anything.”

“Why didn’t you call me then?”

“I thought maybe it could still work, I couldn’t just give up.”

“You’ve been here for ten days! Where’s the key to these cuffs?”

Aidan motioned to the corner where he’d thrown it. “Man, you really made sure you couldn’t get out, huh?” Josh said. 

Aidan didn’t reply. Josh came over to him with the key and unlocked the handcuffs. Finally, he could move his limbs again! Aidan immediately tried to stand up, but his legs were having none of it, and he promptly toppled into Josh, who barely managed to catch him. 

“Let’s get out of here and you can walk around outside,” Josh suggested. “There’s mould everywhere in here, I can’t believe you’ve been breathing this for ten days.”

“I’m not alive, Josh.”

“Still.”

They made their way upstairs (well, mostly Josh made their way upstairs. Aidan’s legs still weren’t cooperating) and out of the cabin. The fresh air felt so nice and clean after so long spent breathing stale, mouldy air. 

It didn’t take too long for Aidan’s legs to work again, and soon after that, Josh was pushing him into his car and driving them home. 

“Aidan!” Sally came hurrying to the door to greet him. “Where the hell have you been?” 

Aidan explained his plan to her and Josh as they looked at him in bewilderment. 

“Why would you think that was a good idea?”

“I didn’t fully think it through, okay?”

“Clearly.”

“You’re filthy, how about you go take a shower and I’ll make some dinner,” Josh suggested. 

“I’ll find us a movie to watch,” Sally offered. “Only fair I get to choose since I don’t get to eat,” she added. 

Eventually, they were rejoined by a much cleaner Aidan, wearing a thick sweatshirt and pajama pants-it felt so nice to be warm again. He and Josh brought their dinners to the couch, and the three of them settled in for a movie. 

Aidan hadn’t really registered how much he’d missed simple human-well, not exactly human-contact until now. Josh was warm against him, and even if he couldn’t actually touch Sally, her presence was solid (for a ghost) and real. He stretched his legs out onto the coffee table in front of him and leaned his head against Josh’s shoulder. He wanted to swear to himself that he’d never do anything stupid like that again, but he knew he probably would. He’d just have to hope his friends would be there for him again.

im so sorry if you read this i know its bad but by the time i realised how bad it was i was too far into writing it to start over

#this fucking sucks please dont trouble yourself to read it if you see it #im not kidding this is probably the worst thing ive written its utter shit i hate it so much im so so sorry you had to see it #but im determined to do this fucking month so here this is #my writing #whumptober2019 #no.7 #isolation #i say things #aidan waite #being hum #tied up