#male muses

[lavishbylaw]

PSA PSA PSA!!!

As the years progress on Tumblr, I often hope that things will turn around in the RPC with its outlook on female muses. Unfortunately, I find myself disappointed - even now. Does no one realize that solely refusing to write with or interact with a muse based on their gender is discrimination? 

The definition of discrimination: a - prejudiced or prejudicial outlook, action, or treatment. b - the act, practice, or an instance of discriminating categorically rather than individually. ( according to Merriam-Webster )

This is where you judge a group of people or things solely based on an individual experience. People preach against discrimination on so many issues on here, whether that be sexuality, race, etc. But when it comes to something fictional as RPing, there are a number of people that throw this out of the window, and they literally see no wrong in it. Yes - there are people who write female muses who are tacky, and who will be rude, and who won’t follow rules. But this doesn’t fall on the female muse. This falls on the kind of person and individual that mun is.

Incidents like that isn’t located to just one group of people. Some muns of male muses are the same way. The only difference is that when it comes to male muses, the event is usually just individualized and male muses, as a whole, do not garner the blame for it. Because it’s not EVERY male muse fault. Why can’t people recognize that with female muses? It’s because of subconscious and internalized misogyny. 

The predominant base of RPers on this website are female. Yet there are many who will refuse to write or interact with someone, because their muse is FEMALE. Can yall repeat that prior sentence? Now, repeat it again. Don’t you see how foolish that sounds?

Oh, but don’t let me talk about how femininity is vilified in females. But when gay males express their femininity -- which is stolen from women, and more specifically, BLACK women - in the RPC, its seen as cutesy and “uwu”. The feminine traits of women are accepted when it comes from a gay male. But people rather remain blind to that. 

TL;DR: Female muses deserve better. They are treated like bottom-of-the-barrel trash while their male counterparts are praised for doing the same things. Discrimination and misogyny is alive and well in the RPC, and as a community, we should do better because know better.  

#🦋 ooc: out of court →☆ #🦋 psa →☆ #rpc #female muses #discrimination #male muses #muns #misogyny #writing #interaction #women muses #rebloggable #>> had to be said

[roleplayerconfessions]

https://roleplayerconfessions.tumblr.com/post/687899614649663488/687259405133185024-yall-need-to-work-on-your

And you need to recognize that the female blog attacked wasn't the one who even made the point. Yet you didn't jump down the male presenting blogs' throats. Considering this space is to say what we will feel in the rpc without fear or bullying yall sure bully people in the comments for wanting to have a conversation. But nobody in this rpc on tumblr can have a conversation. They automatically attack and gaslight. If you felt so offended by any comment about females on this site then YES you are guilty of it because normal fucking people don't attack and drive others out for their own fucking opinions. it had to be said. Fuck you female haters whether it was what op meant or not isn' the point. It's you being terrible people to others. Fuck off with your gaslighting.

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#Submission Replies #Muns #Muses #Female Muses #Male Muses #Discrimination #Sexism #Bullying #Manipulation #Misogyny CW

[magnitudeofmuses]

So far what I have for male characters

Persona 5:

Ryuji Sakamoto

Yusuke Kitagawa

Fire Emblem:

Corrin

Ephraim

Forrest

Libra

Fate:

Asolfo

Oda Nobukatsu

#male muses #ooc

[threemythics]

Male Non-Human Muses

demons are: 

Kai 

Kai, also known as Kim Jongin, is a prince in hell. He was given the job of judging the souls of the damned, and he is very good at what he does. He hates the job though, if he’s being perfectly honest. If he could, he’d have passed the job off to someone else long ago, but no one has ever lived up to his standards. He decides where souls go and to which demon they report in order to receive their punishments. He is also the one that, when the right soul comes down the line, can decide to make them a demon as well. Time moves differently in hell. Depending on where you are, time can either go faster or much much slower. A year on earth is but a few moments in his office, where as in say, the pit it may be millenia. Because of how time works for him, Kai was able to create a life on earth as well, where he is an idol in the group called EXO. He quite enjoys performing, and he loves the corruption he can cause simply by moving his body for the humans who adore him. 

Taemin:  Member of SHINee, and demon of pride. Very confident, super out going and silly when in Idol mode, but will turn on a dime if needed. Mostly just a very laid back man. Loves dancing more than anything.  Minjun: (Jungkook fc) 

Minjun is a crossroads demon, and he is very good at his job. He is one of the most powerful of his kind, and has claimed souls of human and supernatural alike. He even has the distinction of gaining the soul of an angel once. That is one of his prized possessions. He has a pack of demonic dogs known as hell hounds that he uses to retrieve the souls of those whose time is up. He does have a favorite within his pack, a hell hound named Legion who has since been retired and lives in his home with him instead of at the kennel. He is jet black and has two heads. One is a skull and the other splits in half to reveal monstrous teeth. He is a friendly dog though when not having been sent on a hunt. How to summon: Bury a tin box containing your desire, a lock of your hair, and your own blood at a crossroads. Stand on top of the buried box and wait until midnight. Do not fall asleep, do not speak to anyone, and do not move from that spot until he comes for you. Failure to follow these instructions exactly may result in injury to you or others around you. 

 siren: 

Hongki

 His favorite food is strawberries, but he hates things that are strawberry flavored. It just doesn’t taste right. He loves to read, and has an entire room in his home full of old dusty books he’s read many times over. Some of the books in his collection are one of a kind, so he doesn’t let anyone into his library room unless he trusts you completely. He loves to perform, enjoying how his voice could cause overwhelming happiness for those he sang for, and that’s how he became an Idol. He joined a band called FT Island, and the rest is history. 

 Mer: 

Jinki fc named Finn 

He gave up his tail and voice to be human. He doesn’t understand everything that is said to him, but he is a quick learner and will do his best to communicate through gestures. He is learning to write as well. information: He had a beautiful singing voice back when he was still a merman. Finn traded his voice for legs and lungs after falling in love with the human race and deciding he wanted to be one of them. He has learned how to blend in, or at least he thinks he has, but he is a mute and can not even make squeaking sounds as he no longer has vocal chords. He is very naive, and also very curious.

Imp: Jongup At the time of his birth, and imp chose his current form as their host, and he has been causing mischief ever since. I guess that’s kind of sad, because the child Jongup would have been was destroyed that day. The baby Jongup could already speak, and walk, and talk. Not that he ever complains of course. He was born with all of the imp’s knowledge of the universe. it was slowly shared from the imp to him as he grew. His parents knew. His dad left because of it, but his mother stayed. Jongup and his imp share a personality. The imp became very much Jongup, and vice versa. Every time an imp chooses a host, their personality adapts to that host and they become symbiotic. Host and Imp, if they bond properly, share the connection. Jongup can control the imp just as much as the imp can control him. They are one and the same. Jongup is 18, but his imp has existed since the beginning of time. Every major war, death, or chaotic moment, The imp was there. He knew King Henry the 8th, and the Borgias. He knew Elisabeth Bathory, Nero, and Caligula. He even knew Hamurabi from the time of the Babylonians. Where there is chaos, There are always Imps.   Djinn: Sicheng Sicheng is a Djinn. He exists to spread chaos and mischief through wish granting. It is his favorite pastime, and he is quite good at it. He will twist words into wishes and find ways to corrupt any wishes he grants. Outside of this, though, he can be surprisingly kind. He is very smart when he wants to be, and wanders around when he has nothing else to do. It is hard to keep him focused when he has too much to think about. Best thing to do in that situation is to sit him down and give him a pen and paper, or walk with him until he realizes that you are in fact there with him.

Nekos: Jang Dongwoo Dongwoo is a homeless kitten. He wasn’t always. He had a long relationship with someone who looked a lot like him who treated him very poorly, but he was so in love with them that he didn’t complain. Even once the twin got another boyfriend, Dongwoo didn’t leave. He was happy to just be looked at as a pet and he had gotten so unhealthily attached to them that he rationalized it in his own head. Eventually the abuse got so bad that Dongwoo made the decision to damage himself in an attempt to win back his twin’s heart, not realizing he’d never had it in the first place. His other half had told him “i’d love you if you weren’t a fucking neko”, so Dongwoo went to the kitchen, took a knife, and hacked away at himself until all that was left of his neko appearance were jagged stumps where his ears and tail had been. He was kicked out of the house once healed, and only then did he finally understand that they had never really loved him, and had only kept him for so long as a toy to hurt or fuck as they wanted. He has been homeless ever since.  Yoon Shiyoon he was turned at the age of six he has lived alone for 10 years he was abandoned by his family at the age of 18 he is friendly and kind to those who are nice to him he trusts until given a reason not to he can sometimes be overly affectionate he can sometimes be really shy he hides his tail under his clothes, and his ears under his hair, but when very happy or surprised they will pop out without him realizing it He used to have a job at a rehab but lost his job and has since become homeless can not handle liquor well tail is an erogenous zone

 Shifters: 

Were-tiger 

Ahn Daniel was born of very poor circumstances when an alpha attacked Ahn's omega mother. It was only when he was born a white tiger that they realized the attacker had been family. It was a very rare mutation and with it came a whole slew of health problems. He has a slight curve to his spine and had to wear a brace growing up to correct it, as well as having anger issues that he had to go through a lot of training to learn to control. He has, over the years, grown distant from his family, moving out of Seoul to find jobs elsewhere. In his teens he was much more dangerous than he is now, but he is stronger than the average human, and honestly stronger than the average tiger as well; only using that strength now for his job cleaning homes as well as self defense. After all, being able to lift a queen sized bed with one hand is very useful. 

 Changeling: 

Im Jaebum 

He is 23 years old. Jaebum is 5 foot 8 tall and weighs 145lbs. He is muscular but not too much so. He is kind, and caring, and puts a lot of effort into his friendships. Jaebum is a bit loud at times, and can alternate between shy and outgoing. He suffers from anxiety and depression, but masks it with comedy and a big personality. You won’t see his depressed side unless you get close to him.Active in the last hour0 unread messages

selkies: 

Huang Zitao: 

Still learning how to be human He spent the past 200 years living in the ocean decided to try being human 24/7 only recently when he was given permission to do so can get grumpy when denied what he wants he always tries his best to fit in and get along with everyone he is a bit of a spoiled brat at times very caring and sweet to those who get to know him he fears the ocean because now that he’s been human for a while he gets uncomfortable as a seal for too long he has never been sexually interested in anyone he lacs social skills but does his best to hide it he carries his pelt with him everywhere in a bag that he doesnt let others touch to those who aren’t supernatural, his pelt looks like a jacket if you can tell what it is, he doesnt trust you and sees you as a danger 

 Bangchan (used to be a himchan) 

He was homeschooled for most of his life due to his mother not wanting him to know what he is. He didnt have a bad childhood. He got to play in the backyard, and travel with his mom and dad, but he’s never seen the ocean, does not know he is a selkie, and until he got into college he hadnt had any friends outside his own family. He is very innocent because of this. He is currently enrolled in college with a full scholarship and living on campus. He is an art student and is very talented despite not believing so himself. 

 grim reaper:

Jackson Grier (yoo youngjae fc) 

He is easy to anger and usually first to draw a weapon, but he is also extremely friendly to those who are friendly to him. He has markings from head to toe due to what he is, but hides them when not on the job. information: As a Grim Reaper he is immortal and does have powers, but he doesn’t use them often as they usually result in death. He can go invisible, and he can teleport, but those are the only powers he uses without the fear of ending a mortal’s life. His others are the ability to take someone’s soul out of their body, the ability to kill with a single touch, and the ability to conjure weapons at will. He is a sucker for cute people and has a soft spot for children. Lycan: Mark (NCT) Mark was adopted at the time of his birth to a very nice couple in Canada. He grew up knowing what he was but also knowing not to show it. Because of this being drilled into him from a very young age he developed the ability to hide his scent to the point of seeming human even to other Lycans. The only downside to this is that he also did not develop the ability to distinguish other lycans from the humans around him. Mark decided, with the support of his adoptive family, to audition for SM entertainment. When he got in, his whole family celebrated, letting him move to Korea to pursue his dream of becoming an idol.Pretty much from day 1 of being in Korea he found himself drawn to one of his fellow trainees, a man he’d been told was named Johnny. He was also one of the few others who spoke english and so he found himself spending as much time as possible with them while completely oblivious to the fact that they were, among others in their future group, also a lycan like himself. When he finally figured it out he gave into his urges; becoming Johnny’s mate and omega. They have been inseparable since, and while he doesnt let on to fans, he is not shy of his love for them around those he trusts. Archangels: Mikel  (Zhoumi fc)

Mikel is the name chosen by Saint Michael the Archangel for his time on earth. He was sent down to reign in the children of the princes and rulers of hell, and to possibly turn them to the side of heaven for the coming war. He wound up liking humans so much that he stayed, drawing out his task for as long as possible so that he could continue to learn more about humanity. He is a bit stiff at first, unable to shake his military training and the habits he had formed over millennia at god’s right hand. He is also known as God’s sword, though he secretly hates that. He does not dislike his job. In fact he loves it. He likes being god’s tool to strike down evil. He just hates the title. He is kind to those he meets, though he may seem stiff and unfeeling if you only look at the surface. Uriel: (Nu’Est ren fc) Saint Uriel the Archangel’s name means “God is my light” or “Fire of God”. He is known as the angel of wisdom, Uriel shines the light of God’s truth in a dark world. He is believed to remind people that hearts should burn for the love of God. As an Archangel, St. Uriel is among those at the head of the company of angels. He is a personification of the Divine Fire that hails from heaven. As the angel of wisdom, Uriel is the patron saint of the arts and sciences. As a representation of the fire of God’s truth, Uriel is also a patron for those making Confirmation.When he came down to earth to spend time amongst the humans he found that he quite enjoyed all that humanity had to offer. He has spent the past few years exploring the world and experiencing human joys and pleasures to his hearts content. He does still respond to his father’s call; helping those that he is sent a vision of. He is a kind man, and a gentle soul unless provoked. Oni: Song Joongki Song Joongki is an oni. Yes, he doesn’t look how people imagine an Oni to look, but that is very much to his benefit. He discovered when he came of age that humans seemed to find him incredibly attractive and he could make money off of this. That is how he became a cam boy. He quite enjoys his job. His free time is spent out in nature, or in a library curled up with a good book. He loves to go hunting, fishing, and hiking more than anything else in life. Vampire: Hongjoong he is touch averse outside the bedroom, has no family, lives in an old mansion, and his favorite pastime is reading. (have not written as much of his backstory. still working on it ^_^)

#male muses #non human #also #h0-seok #so you can see them ^_^ #I think thats everyone #if not #I will update

[redeyesfangsandmagic]

Male Muses

Conner Becket : Music store owner. Brother of Sine, ex of Myra and best friend of Aiden.

Benjamin “Ben” Knight: Writer, Cousin of Grace and Maria

Milo Monroe: Tattoo Artist, Younger brother of Minnie and Mona. Turned by Amelia.

Aiden Hext: Guitarist. Best friend of Conner and vampire sibling to Minnie

#male muses #gonna try and use them a bit more #and yes they have all hung out and know one another as friends

[mysacredmuse]

museee do u have any nsfw aventurine hcs?? id love to see them ! 🥺

- 🦁 anon

hello dear !! I wrote 2.. 2? I think 2, LOL, but those were more specific (you can find them in my masterlist on my pinned post!), so I decided to do general nsfw headcanons for you :) <3

I hope that you will enjoy it! :) <3

reader: I've done both - female & male anatomy, but it is mostly gender neutral :)

cw/tw: nsfw - mdni!, mentions of collars, marking, thigh fucking & riding, mirror sex, praise & degrading, spanking, dry humping, oral, choking, bondage, cum control, edging & overstimulation, breeding, cockwarming, sensory play & blindfolds, office sex, nudes & tapes, pegging

dividers by @/saradika-graphics :)

• Aventurine • General NSFW Headcanons •

he likes soft & rough sex. Although, if he had to choose which one he prefers, it would be soft & romantic one. He likes to take his time with you, he enjoys the intimacy, passion, love and softness of it all ! It's his favorite thing - to sloppily thrust into you, gently pressing his hips into yours while watching your face, tenderly exploring your body with his fingertips or making out with you ! :3

big on making out !!!!!! he loves making out during sex !!!!! he will literally beg you to make out with him or ask you to kiss him. He just wants to have you as close as possible and as much of you as possible <3

he is a heavy switch. Being a dom or a sub is all good with him as long as both of you trust each other and feel comfortable. If you are a submissive, he wouldn't mind being dominant all the time and vice versa. However, he would like to be able to switch from time to time simply depending on his mood and desires at the moment :3

when it comes to his kinks, most of them are not too extreme. He enjoys collars. Either being collared by you or having you collared for him. That's only when there's mutual trust though, he would never participate in collaring with someone that he doesn't trust or care about. Which is also why he would find a very unique collar for you, perhaps even multiple so you can choose depending on your mood. They would all have something that is related to your own likings - favorite nickname, praise, degradation, your name even, color, certain accessories and additions :3

he loves marking ! Either you marking him or him marking you - it all goes. He prefers being marked on his chest, back, tummy, thighs & neck while he enjoys marking you anywhere that he can reach. Your whole body is just beautiful to him and he wants it all for himself :3 In case that marks can't really be seen on your body, then he would just enjoy only collaring you as a form of "marking", it would be more than enough for him :)

he also enjoys being tied up & tying up. Handcuffs, shibari, bows, ties, belts - anything that can serve a purpose for tying up is good to him :3

he likes cum control being done on him while he is tied up. He loves edging and he loves to be a good boy for you and show you how desperate he is while the two of you watch his cock leak precum & cum down slowly, all while he twitches and quivers. It's also the fact that he enjoys being vulnerable like that with you and letting you take control over him :3

however, if you have a cock yourself, he does enjoy doing cum control you as well. Seeing you all tied up while your cock is at full exposal for him and he gets to do anything he wants until he turns you into a little pathetic mess is truly a lovely treat for him <3 He likes to tease, gently licking the dripping cum down your cock all the way up to the tip of it but not letting you finish just yet.., only cleaning you up and edging you further <3

on the contrary, if you own a pussy, he still enjoys edging you & overstimulating you. His favorite is to tie you up for the bed, perhaps even tie your legs open for him while he gets do to whatever he'd like to do to you. Eat you our for hours while not letting you cum or maybe using only toys to edge you. If he is in a more dominant mood, he will use everything he can. Eat you out, then edge you with toys even further, then let you rest for a bit, then eat you out again until you almost cum.. and the circle continues :3

speaking of edging, he also likes to edge himself while he fucks you. He loves sliding his cock in and out of you slowly, letting it twitch and become even a bit painful as he uses you to edge himself. It's even better if you are the one ordering him how to fuck you and edge him like that :3

to finish it off, his favorite is to edge you and then overstimulate you. He also likes when you do that to him. Turning you from begging & pleading mess that is asking him to let you cum into a sniveling little overwhelmed mess that is telling him that they can't take it anymore is truly a beautiful sight for him. You can take one more for him, right?

cockwarming. that's it. cockwarm him or let him cockwarm you - he loves it <3

he loves giving oral. He loves receiving as well, but he prefers to please in that department. It's for his own pleasure too, he could quite literally (and he will) cum while eating you out or sucking your cock. It's simply too much for him to handle - the way your body reacts, the way you sound, the fact that he is the one that makes you feel that good. Enough for him to cum in his pants, really :3

bonus to the previous point: please pull his hair, he loves that... a lot

he is also a big fan of dry humping or simply grinding against each other until both of you cum from it. It's not necessary for him to have sex in order to enjoy and he thinks the neediness and desperation that a heavy makeout session combined with dry humping & grinding holds is quite attractive given that it makes both of you desperate and even more passionate since it's so limited movement & sensations wise :3

thigh riding & thigh fucking ! He loves to fuck your thighs and if he can get just a bit friction of your pussy or balls while he does it, he is going to lose his mind. He is fairly composed a lot of times, but something about thigh fucking makes him completely different than usual. He also loves to let you ride his thigh until you cum, perferably while having a collar on OR in front of a mirror. Also, he would let you fuck yourself between his thighs too, especially if he is punishing you or in a mood to tease you. You want to fuck his thighs..? Well then, make sure to jerk him off while doing it and no, you don't get to stop or take a break or you won't cum ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

speaking of thigh riding in front of a mirror which is also one of his favorites, he likes mirror sex in general ! He wants you to watch yourself while he fucks you, he wants you to see how pretty you are for him and he finds great pleasure in that <3 * bonus if you are filming it

prefers to praise, but he isn't opposed to degrading at all :3 However, when it comes to you doing it to him, he does have a much higher preference for being praised :)

he likes spanking. He isn't big on using whips or such tools, he prefers doing it with his own hand, especially if you are laying on his lap with your ass right in front of him, twitching and squirming while he plays with you <3 He doesn't mind being spanked himself, but he does get a little bit bratty when you do it :3

he likes choking as well & likes being choked :3 Nothing too harsh or rough, but just enough. It makes his brain dizzy and his neck is quite sensitive in general :3

blindfolds but especially during sensory play. He loves to play with ice, wax, feathers and such. His nipples are quite sensitive so anything sensory play related done to his nipples makes him cum almost instantly. However, when he does it to you, he enjoys exploring your body for hours while looking for your sensitive spots and mixing up all the possibilities to make you even needier and more aroused for him :3

breeding. In case that you have a pussy - it is not about pregnancy for him, if he was completely honest, he doesn't have a thing for pregnancy, but he does enjoy cumming inside of you as many times as he can. It doesn't matter if he fucks your cunt or your ass (depending on what you have and/or prefer) - he wants to breed you. There is something very intimate about it in his opinion and it makes him even more desperate to continue fucking you so he could fill you up as many times as he can :3

office sex. Please come to his office and cockwarm him. Or fuck him. Or let him fuck you. Anything really. He enjoys it quite a lot, especially when he is stressed out & something about possibly being caught makes him more than excited about it <3

he enjoys being put into his place which is why a lot of times he might push your buttons purposefully. He is a little bratty, but it's all for the purpose of you having your way with him because it does turn him on very much <3

he likes nudes & sex tapes (I mentioned this before, but I guess I'll say it again) :3

in case you don't own a cock, don't worry at all, he enjoys straps just as much. He might be hesitant about it at first, but he is quick to agree or even offer it himself. This goes hand in hand about his enjoyment in being handled by you - if you would handle him by pegging him until he can't think anymore, then please go on, he loves it and he would be the best boy you've ever had. He also likes sucking straps quite a lot, so just enjoy :3

#aventurine x reader smut #aventurine smut #aventurine x reader #aventurine x y/n #aventurine x you #hsr imagines #hsr smut #hsr x reader #hsr x y/n #hsr x gender neutral reader #hsr x reader smut #hsr x male reader #hsr x female reader #hsr x you #muse's writings #muse's anons 💜 #🦁 anon 💜

[fic-over-cannon]

I always think love takes Jason Todd by surprise. He doesn’t go searching for love, but it sneaks up on him, slips into his life when he’s not looking. It’s so unexpected in the ways it arrives but he always, always makes room for it when it does.

Embracing love and all its possibilities is not without its own difficulties. He worries love is like a searchlight, going room to room in the walls of his heart and the chambers of his mind, illuminating all of the peeling paint and broken glass. That fear makes him shy away instinctively. It takes conscious will and steeled nerves to let himself be known, to be loved, but he does it willingly. Like a moth to a flame, the risk doesn’t deter him from coming back again and again, to get a little bit closer to that source of light.

Love shifts Jason’s outlook. Love doesn’t consume him, doesn’t take him over and possess him completely, but it grounds him. Anchors him to a present safe from the dangers of his past. The welcomed glow of the lighthouse lamp to a ship on storm tossed seas. Love brings Jason back to life in ways he didn’t even realize had withered. It’s not the cold glow of the searchlight, honing in on the evidence of crimes long past, but the warm glow of candle light smoothing over edges and lighting up dusty crevices.

Love steals its way into his heart accidentally, but every loving act Jason commits is done with intention.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x gender neutral reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x male reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd headcanon #jason todd imagine #jason todd fic #red hood x you #red hood x reader #sunnie writes 🌻 #character musings

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Antoine Vollon (1833-1900) "Espagnol" ("Spaniard") (1878) Oil on canvas Realism Located in the Musée d'Orsay, Paris, France

#paintings #art #artwork #genre painting #male portrait #antoine vollon #oil on canvas #fine art #musée d'orsay #musee d'orsay #museum #art gallery #portrait of a man #spanish #spaniard #clothing #clothes #dogs #animals #1870s #late 1800s #late 19th century

[bunnygirllover45]

testing brushes.

#i've been listening to darkshines by muse on loop #while drawing this #SO BE MINEEE #AND YOUR INNOCENCE I WILL CONSUMEEE #chrona.. rambles abt shit #yandere oc #male yandere #original art #original character

[yaekiss]

Aah okay, I want to ask you may I req a male reader x tighnari fic? Where reader is a hybrid like tighnari(a/b/o). Reader was going to fontaine/other nations for his job, when he came back to sumeru and finally meet tighnari again, he finds that tighnari being needy to him. Oh yea tighnari and reader r already in a relationship here, boyfriends or husbands it's up to you(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ sorry if it's a mess hehe english is not my first language, thank you btw! Take ur time(∂ω∂)

𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚

꩜ Room Content: Dom! Male! AMAB! Top! Alpha! Reader x Sub! Bottom! Omega! Tighnari, established relationship (fennec fox husbands!), omegaverse (mentions of slick, scents, knotting, breeding), gagging Tighnari, biting Tighnari, lmk if I missed out anything ! ꩜ A/N: PHEW this one got a little long, thank you for waiting anon! I researched a lil on fennec fox behaviour but I could be totally wrong so take it w a generous sprinkling of salt hehe,,, OH and no worries anon!! Your English is great, thank you for the request ♡

Gandharva Ville is unusually peaceful when you get back. Usually when you get back from a research trip, regardless of the duration, Tighnari would be waiting for you at the entrance, flinging himself into your arms the second he sees your figure. However, your husband’s nowhere in sight this time. Strange. 

The walk to yours and Tighnari’s shared home is similarly uneventful, the lush forest is exactly as you remembered it and you wave to the few forest rangers you meet along the way. You receive cheerful greetings as they welcome you back from your 2-month long trip to Fontaine, one of the longer research trips in a while. As you draw closer to your home, your eyes catch on how the leaves at the front are shifted down to shield the inside of the hut from prying eyes. Weird, is Tighnari out right now? Even so, he typically doesn’t close off the hut either. 

You warily make your way over, ears alert and pointed up as your tail is held tensed outwards. The closer you get, the stronger a particular scent wafting through the air becomes. It’s overly sweet, cloying and heady yet, it’s mixed with something sour. Your ears swivel, honing in on the direction of your home as you pick up on soft muffled breaths and rustling on the bed. Setting your trunk down, you cautiously move the leaves aside, they shift but before you can peek inside, you’re forcefully pulled in by a familiar arm.

Upon recovering from the shock, your eyes rake over the sight in front of you and the air is punched from your chest, replaced with pure carnal lust. So this was what your husband was up to instead of receiving you up when you first got back. Tighnari looks absolutely debauched, hair and ears messed up from thrashing around on the bed, his nipples are perked up and by the looks of how pink they are, he’s probably been playing with them for hours. As your gaze dips downwards, his tail is held between his legs, a sign of submission, his usually tidy fur now sticking in all different directions after his strenuous activities. And Archons above, he’s dripping with slick, coating his thighs and fingers with a sinfully sticky mess. 

“And here I thought something happened to you, turns out my husband is just some wh-!?” Your sentence is cut off when Tighnari suddenly captures your lips in a kiss. Against your lips, he trills and moans, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, drunk off of your scent.

“Don’t- hng… -talk so much and just fuck me, c’mon c’mon!” Good to see that he hasn’t lost his sass while you were gone. He’s dragging you towards the bed, frantically pawing at your pants as he whines.

“So needy, I would’ve assumed you'd have honed your patience while I was away but-” your gaze is hungry as you soak up the delectable sight of the omega before you, “-looking at your sorry state now, I guess not.” Your eyes glint when you catch sight of your (scented) scarf you left him before embarking on your research trip discarded next to your pillow (which is now suspiciously wet). 

“And just how long have you been grinding on my pillow?” Tighnari lets out a high-pitched, guilty-sounding keen when you catch him red-handed.

“Ungh… it doesn’t matter, can’t you just fill me up, pleaseee, I need you in me!!” Fuck, with the way he’s presenting himself to you with his tail held to the side, the deep arch in his back, and how his hole was practically drooling. How could you say no?

Hurriedly, you free your cock from the confines of your pants and Tighnari wastes no time stroking you to fullness before sinking down on your length in one fluid motion. His head is thrown back at the stretch and as he clamps down around you, a throaty whine rips out of him.

“Tsk. So noisy, what if the other rangers hear you? I saw them while walking here y’know.” A flush of red sweeps across his face when he’s confronted by the humiliation he would face if the others heard him yowling and screaming in the middle of the day. He’d be labelled a horndog! (He doesn’t have to know everyone already knows but you like to torture your poor husband with this.) Another whine escapes him as he huffs and buries his ruddy face in the base of your neck again, adorably embarrassed.

Grabbing your scarf, you tilt Tighnari’s head up and pry his mouth open, making sure the pad of your thumb slides along the pad of his tongue. Then, you ball the fabric up and stuff it into his mouth, effectively muffling his moans as it soaks up his noises and drool.

Your hands rub at the base of his tail, near where the two of you are connected and he keens around the gag, every single nerve in his body is lit on fire with the red-hot desire of being utterly taken by you. Something feral in you awakens at his whimpers and squeals, how he’s so pliant and willing and so goddamn needy for you. The pace you set is brutally delicious and it has Tighnari throwing his arms around you, holding on as you fuck up into him the way he craves. 

He leans in, sobbing into your shoulder at the onslaught of pleasure, and your nose brushes past his scent gland. Your husband’s scent is nothing but floral sweetness and addictive, causing you to instinctively bite down at the site. At some point, the scarf must have fallen out of Tighnari’s mouth because he lets out an unfiltered howl that merges into a pitched trill.

“Ah! H-hah! Breed me alpha, cum in me, knot mmm-!, mE! Fuck!” His words slur together into a jumbled mess of a sentence, bucking down onto you, pushing you deeper into him as he purrs and squeaks at his oncoming climax. When you cum in him, his gorgeous green eyes roll back into the sockets of his head as his furry ears shoot up, choking on a breathless moan. The searing stretch of your knot pulls his muscles taut as a bowstring and has him cumming within seconds. 

As Tighnari catches his breath, you lean in and lave a tongue over the scent gland where you bit him earlier and leave a light kiss on the mark. He purrs lightly, appreciative.

“As, hah…, you can tell, I didn’t miss you all that much,” bold words for a husband who’s peppering your face with kisses while trilling, pleased and sated. Scoffing, you hold him tight in your embrace as the both of you rest and wait for your knot to deflate.

Or at least, until something occurs to you, your eyes instantly snapping open.

...Fuck. You left your luggage trunk outside.

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[faetreides]

alsooo… food for thought! modern!coryo learning that you’re a virgin and what he’d be like when he gets to fuck you for the first time 😏😏

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CW: afab!reader, feminization/use of bride/reader's pussy is assigned she/her pronouns, extra extra political empire heir coriolanus snow in tears over pussy read all about it, fair amount of marriage talk, mentions of being willing to murder others & trap reader, mandatory sejanus mention, coryo puts on his person suit just for you <3, this is not the darkest point in the au but the au is "soft" dark content overall

One thing about modern!coryo is that he gives you much more grace than some of his other friends would have. (Festus is "rumored" to be carrying multiple stds and Felix's family has a whole section in their budget just for child support. Sejanus is the only one in that group that's kind of normal by comparison.) When you start dating, he can tell that you're inexperienced at least; but the green-eyed monster always on his shoulder doesn't let him fully believe that you're a virgin.

He's... patient unlike most college boys. He's horny beyond comprehension, but he doesn't latch onto you like a leech after the first date (He's so kind 😊). Sure, there's a festering need sweltering under his skin and boiling his blood, but he's no strange to playing the long game. To him, every time he fucks you is going to feel like your wedding night (Cause he's in this for MARRIAGE). You're the only one he would use the phrase "making love" with. Before you, every other whore that hung off his dick was just there because he was high on his status (and a couple other things). He apologizes about being with others before you as if he were actively cheating on you.

He'd pay to have them disappear if you wanted.

Anyway.

He finds out in a benign way; you're making out on your creaky twin bed in your dorm. (You hadn't moved in together at the time, so he had to settle for his long limbs awkwardly knocking against the wall and nightstand every time you were getting intimate.) He keeps the kiss going as he rises up on his knees and nudges you on your back. He shoots his hands out under your body to catch you just in case (and so you can't leave).

"Wait….” You say and bury your hands in his hair to try to pry his mouth off of your neck, “Coryo, stop. I need a second."

He almost pouts but he relents and moves back to hover over you. Some of his curls dangle down and tickle your face but you just scrunch your nose up like a bunny at the feeling.

His brow furrows in confusion, "What is it, baby? Are you okay?"

You squirm under his body for a moment in embarrassment until you decide to just rip the band aid off. You run your hands up his torso and over his shoulders, curling them around the nape of his neck and giving him the little head scratches he likes. His eyes flutter shut as electricity shoots up his body.

"I'm uh...... I've never done this before, ever." He barely hears it with how quietly you whisper.

He can't help teasing you in response, "Baby, you can just say that you're a virgin if that's what you are."

He chuckles when you "playfully" smack him in the chest. Coryo makes sure you can watch his gaze soften as he brings a hand up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear. You've given him a gift, and Coriolanus Snow is nothing if not an avid appreciator or gifts. He leans down to rub the side of your nose with his, bringing his other hand down to press on your lower belly.

"Petal... I don't care that you're a virgin, we don't have to do anything today. I won't mind, don't worry."

He can see your brain working hard to make a decision, the cogs in your cute little head turning. You don't bite you lip for very long (which is a good thing because his dick was about to explode) before you're canting up to kiss him.

You've gotten a lot better at it overtime, and Coryo has adored every second of helping you get to that place. He's never been in love before so it's almost like you're teaching him new things too. He wonders if this is how his father felt, only having room in your heart for one person and closing it to everything else. He almost can't blame him, now that he's got you.

It was all going so well until he's wrestling your lace down your smooth legs, he's pressing tiny little pecks along your skin as your underwear travels. He doesn't quite take them off and just leaves them pooled around your ankles. The material stretches as he slides his hands up your inner thighs and spreads them.

You give him your best 'do NOT fucking rip my underwear' look but he just sends back an answering 'you know I'll buy you new ones.'

The puffy pussy that winks up at him makes him want to cry. Aphrodite could come down to earth right now and bend over right in front of him, but all he'd see is his future wife's glistening folds. He'd never really found a cunt cute before, but yours was bringing forward yet another wave of cuteness aggression. You have no hope of getting through to him once he's got his thumb hooked under your hood. He honest to God coos as he gently scrapes his thumb nail against your clit.

The giddy laugh that bubbles up when you involuntarily kick at him makes your cheeks heat up in what is unfortunately not embarrassment.

"Shit." He sniffles and wipes away an actual tear as he tilts his head to the side to get a different angle, "She's beautiful..."

It's the same tone he'll have when he says his vows.

Coryo then decides that he's tired of waiting so he tugs your panties off your ankles and uncaringly throws them somewhere on the floor. He smiles and lays down in between your legs, leaving some space in between your bodies so he could see where you two will be joined.

His curls hang in your face again as he leans down to nip at your nose, so you won't really notice when he shoves his pants down.

You can't hide how much you want to see all of him, he watches you glance down at his hard cock that slapped against his stomach as it flopped free. Despite Coryo obviously not having the biggest build in the world, the third leg he's been apparently carrying around all this time is more than enough for him (and for you). It's an angry sort of purplish red, thick and long like his fingers with a mushroom head that might as well have been calling your name.

"My eyes are up here, you know." He chides you as he gets your attention back on him by shaking his hefty cock in his balled fist, getting drops of salty pre cum on your pussy before sandwiching it between your folds.

He blissfully sighs and tosses his head back as if he were a king celebrity a long-awaited victory with a toe-curling fuck.

Essentially, he's like "fresh pussy just for me 👉👈🥺?” He's sat right at the dining table and ready to dive into his favorite three-course meal (your holes).

#modern!coriolanus snow #this will be included in a first time fic so i'm cutting it off #sorry this so late but you keep my muse for him alive i love love love your modern coryo thoughts #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow x you #coriolanus x reader #coryo x reader #coryo x you #afab reader #thg x reader #thg x you #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games x you #tbosas x reader #tbosas x you #yandere #yandere x reader #soft yandere x reader #male yandere x reader #yandere smut #yandere x reader smut #tw dark content #⚰️.deaddove #divider by roseschoices

[melit0n]

Half-Starved

- Oneshot

- Obsessive! Ghost/Reader

- Word Count: 3.2K

- Warnings: Descriptions of gore, canabalism as a metaphor for love, mentions of past domestic abuse, stalking

- Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52474849

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley was born hungry. 

Born with a relentless nagging feeling curled up right between his oesophagus and the squirming muscle of his stomach. From the very moment Simon opened his eyes, he was hungry for something he would never have. Left to starve in the gloom of the locked cupboard he was shoved into for not shutting up. He spent fifteen-odd years greedy for any drop of affection he could get. Anything he could grasp and hold onto, no matter how many bruises it would leave him with. No matter how long he would have to spend chained up like a bad dog in the corner of his room licking his wounds telling himself that it was worth it. That the blood was worth it. The pain was worth it. 

Anything to be acknowledged. 

Now, once again finding comfort in the gloom of his home, he is still hungry. Even more so. However, he didn’t like to be touched, because of him, but he still craved it. Maybe too much. He wanted, wants, to be held tight enough so he doesn’t break. Wants to be vulnerable. But he’s still afraid he’ll end up being a scared kid looking into the slit eyes of a snake again.

He blames his younger self for the predicament he’s found himself in, wants to sit down with him and shake him by the shoulders and ask why. Why he put himself through that for that long. But even so, he can’t blame the kid. He knows how hungry he is now; feels the scraping like dull claws against the soft spot between his liver and his spleen. He can only imagine what it was like for him as a kid. He’s blocked most of those memories out now, though.

He sits through the tugging, the pulling, through each dull meeting. Each dark night spent alone in his bunk. Each evening he spends licking wounds that just won't close. 

Unfortunately, this issue, this dilemma, is a hard one to fix. A hard want to satiate. Being a 6’4 SAS agent with a heavy Manchester accent and an apparently unapproachable demeanour, most people tending to avoid him in the streets, makes it a bit hard to gain attention, let alone affection.

But then there’s you. 

The first word that would come to his mind is kind.

Out of the blue, draped in moonlight and glimmering stars, you begin to appear everywhere. He doesn’t know if you’ve moved here recently, or if his brain has randomly decided to notice your presence, but you’re here. And there. And everywhere, really. 

He sees you in the local corner shop, holding tightly onto the baggy sleeve of whoever you’ve brought along for your midnight excursion, brushing your hand, intently, against that of your work friends on the crowded train you both take every day into the city. You use physical affection as not only a way to show affection itself, platonic or romantic, he isn’t particularly good at guessing unless it’s incredibly obvious, but as a form of comfort and encouragement as well. 

In less than a month into his leave, you’ve managed to become a staple in his civilian life. He sees you in the morning, always at the train station with breakfast and lunch in hand looking quizically around to see if you’ve missed your train like a doubtful deer. He knows you know you haven’t. You’re like him; you’ve got an obsession with time. While his is instilled by the harsh words of the military, yours is brought about by a tight work schedule. And maybe something else. He wonders what the something else is as you both board the already stuffed train, both standing in the same carriage full of warm, tired bodies. 

He sees you in the afternoon as well, sitting outside on a park bench with a friend eating lunch. While you talk, you have a habit of taking tiny crumbs off of your sandwich, flicking them off to the ratty pigeons that flock around your feet like moths to a flame. You always have the same lunch; the same sandwich bread from the same corner shop with the same filing. You have a thing with regularity, routine, as well, it seems. Just like him. 

Of course, he sees you in the evenings too. You both take the same train home, and almost always end up so close yet so far from each other on the carriage. Your work friend gets off at the stop two before yours and Simon’s; always leaving you with a pat on the shoulder and a closed eye smile, which you almost always return. You have a habit of doing a little jump when you get off the train which Simon finds quite cute. It’s almost as if you’re actually afraid of the gap.

Of the fall. 

Either way, you part ways without knowing you’re parting from him, leaving him incomplete in an odd way, and head back to your home. Ghost has an impulse to follow you, in between curiosity at where you live and to make sure you’re safe, but Simon urges himself to head home. To sleep. You linger in his thoughts each time he walks back. 

At first, he’s oddly amazed, a bit in awe, if he were honest, that you can give so much affection so easily, touch so easily, and receive it tenfold from the people around you. 

Then, there’s annoyance, titering on the fine, chipped-away line of anger. Like a mantra, he asks why it’s fair someone can give, give and keep on giving, let alone receive something back, and he can’t? How can you hold someone so closely and not be afraid of a knife in your back? 

Maybe that’s Ghost talking, he thinks. 

Eventually, he falls off the fine line of annoyance and anger into the muddied trench that is jealousy. Jealous not only of you, how you can give and receive so easily, but of the people in your life who get to experience the affection that you give to any warm body that passes by you. Said people who don’t understand how precious and rare that experience is to others. To him. He wants to taste it. Badly. 

Then, it morphs. Twists and turns like a dying thing, all red with chunks of fur sticking at odd angles, into attraction. Turning from a want to be held, a quiet plea to the void for you to keep him together for just a little bit longer, to a need. A need to kiss until both your lips are bloody and raw, bitten and chewed like a pomegranate, seeping your liquid life for him to drink as an elixir. He wants, needs, hungers to feel the comforting weight of your blood in the bottom of his stomach. 

He’s seen the way you kiss, and God above he needs it. Needs you. He doesn’t care if it’s the fleeting, platonic kisses you gift to your friends on the cheek (he wants you to take a chunk out of his cheek. Wants you to chew on the fat like the gum you always have in your mouth), or if it’s the rough ones you give to the men you bring home. The ones that have them chasing your lips for more, which you always allow because you never stop giving. 

Simon wants it. Ghost needs it. 

Consequently, the dull scratching of the claws in between his liver and his spleen grows sharper. After years of the scratching, the pulling, the tugging, he’d thought his hunger pang’s talons had grown weary, but he feels them. He feels the sharp ache like a pistol’s bullet and it bloody hurts. Has him hunched over on his bed trying to claw out his stomach because, for the first time in years, it's hurting him. 

And, for the first time in years, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley decides to listen.  

As more time passes, more time spent getting soaked outside your house in the rain waiting for you to come home because you’re oddly late for all the time he’s known you, it changes again. Writhes around in his stomach and the fat in his veins, to something much worse. Much more harmful, at least, to you. In all the pain of his hunger, he contemplates taking chunks out of you. Maybe that will satiate the creature that squirms in his bloody viscera, laying claim to all of his innards in an attempt to get him to feed for once in his life. 

To allow him to know what it feels like to be full, instead of half-starved. 

Zoning out during meetings easily turns to daydreaming of taking one of his hunting knives to your flesh. Cut strips of skin, like your his sacrificial lamb to slaughter and devour, and finally put those butchering skills he gained to work somewhere other than on the field. He promises he’ll be delicate. Promises he’ll be kind. He wouldn’t dare show you the bloodthirsty rage his opponents see on the field.

Oh, and he can just imagine how you’d cry when he’d do so. He hates hearing people cry. After all, he’s haunted by the echoing sobs of someone lost to him in some distant, sun-stunned, sand-smothered land. But you? He doesn’t mind one bit. It’s another piece of you for him to consume, another piece of you that you can offer to him, gift to him, to bring you two together. 

He knows how much it takes to be vulnerable, so he wouldn’t even be able to describe what he’d do to taste your tears. To savour your salty sadness upon his tongue and be able to offer comfort. To lick your face dry and hold you in his arms; warm body against warm body just like he’s daydreamed about.

The more time that passes, the further he falls. 

On slightly rarer occasions, ones where he’s alone in the quiet of his room for longer than a human should be, he thinks about feeding your own lovingly cooked gore to you. Get’s him more riled up than he’d like to admit.

He can see it as clear as a freshly painted watercolour; a candle-lit dinner. Warm lighting. He’s tried his hardest to cover up the smell of his cigarettes for you, a scent that clings to his walls like mould, with roses. The smell of whatever he’s cooked for you permeating the air.

Soup sounds good, doesn’t it, love? 

It’s a macabre yet intimate fairytale that finds its way into his thoughts when all else is quiet. Leaves him tossing and turning in his bed because the scraping just won't stop. He swears he's bleeding out from the inside, and he’ll break his own kneecaps from how long he’s been on the floor at your feet begging you to make it stop. To stop the scratching, the itching, the nagging feeling. For you to clean and stitch up his wounds, new and old. 

He’s utterly enamoured with the thought. The idea of being that close to another human being. To be able to physically intertwine each other’s atoms through mutual consumption. To be sewn into the quantum patterns of your being. For you to feed him a proper meal like his parents never could.

He remembers being taught in his History class, the one with the old hag of a teacher who, with her droning words alone, convinced him not to take it for GCSEs, that in ancient times people used to eat each other as well. They did this so that in life, and eventually in death, the two of them would share an utterly unique bond, as well as each other's attributes. 

He only really remembers that because his mates laughed at the idea of aristocratic Victorians eating mummies like it was a five-star meal for weeks after that lesson. 

Even so, Ghost decides he could die happy on the field knowing that a part of you rested within him. That even when he was dead and gone, probably much earlier than he should be, you two would still be connected. He would have a piece of you, and you him.

And you, him. Mutual consumption. He doesn’t mind extra scars, extra wounds, because he knows you’ll lick them clean for him. Knows you wash them, stitch them up and check on them so they heal properly. 

In the end, that is the intimacy he dreams of. The affection he wants from you. 

His body is yours, as yours is his. Let him be yours. Let him feed. Let him fulfil you. 

The idea leaves him with a small smirk on his face that Soap nudges him in the ribs for with a prodding grin of his own. 

So, he makes a decision. For once, Simon and Ghost agree on something and work together as one instead of turning the other off for the greater good. 

The decision? To feed. To finally know what it is like to be full instead of half-starved. 

The scraping, the nagging, only grows stronger. 

He makes it a point to bump into you as much as he can before his next mission. 

Anywhere is a dinner table to him. On the crowded train, brushing his calloused hand against yours to ease the hunger for even a second. In the artificial lighting of the run-down corner shop, grabbing that bag of snacks that are just out of reach for you. Anything. Anything will do. But it only temporarily satiates the pang, doesn’t satisfy it. He just gets hungrier and hungrier and hungrier. 

He knows you’ve begun to notice him. You’re getting hungry too. He just hopes it’s in the same way he hungers for you. He hopes you’re hungry for him, and him alone.

At first, you attempt to offer him platonic comfort, which, God above, tastes so sweet. You offer soft touches on his shoulder. You gift your fingers intertwining with his as you cross the street to his home because he’s gone off on another bender trying to stop turning over in his bed and seeing the inside of a coffin that he has to dig his way out of again. 

‘N you’re just some poor night owl who’s trying to be kind. 

It becomes a routine. Both for you and him. You know he’ll come out of the pub at quarter to one and you know he’s expecting you. You’ll walk the same walk to his home, fumbling with his keys as he looks at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen on a man, hands intertwined. You’ll still carry him home and close the door softly with your foot as you lay him on his couch and get him a glass of water and whatever painkiller he has lying around. You’ll still stay as he chats, drunkenly, to you. You’ll take care of him and he’ll be whole again, for just a moment. 

At least until the morning comes, anyways. 

He hungers for your touch the same way water hungers for the cavities of people’s lungs. Hungers for your skin like he hungers for the nicotine in his cigarettes. Hungers and begs and pleads until you both fall like Icarus; wax melting and dripping off your backs as you try and crawl your way back to the sun, back to the light, while he drags you down into the depths of the deep blue. 

It's almost poetic.

In the midst of your drowning, the front door opening startles you out of your stupor. You do that a lot, Simon notes. You’ll black out and stare at a wall for hours, whether it be to awkward silence or a piece of music. He doesn’t question it, verbally, at least. From how easily you dissociate, he’d say it's something you picked up a long time ago. He’ll find out when, eventually. 

Carefully, you get up from the couch, approaching him as he walks over to the kitchen counter. The blue plastic bag he has rustles loudly in the spotless kitchen. 

“What’s that?” You ask, gently, placing a hand on his shoulder to get a better look. 

Please give me more. 

He lets out a knowing grunt and pulls out two round, red fruits. At first, you mistake them for apples, but the star-shaped top throws you off. 

“Pomegranates?”

He nods, looking into your eyes for some sort of approval. 

Gingerly, you take one of the pomegranates out of his hand, his fingers twitching as the pads of your digits brush against his. Your eyes dart back and forth between him and the fruit as you do so, careful to earn his compliance as you inspect the fruit. 

I’ll take anything you give. Just please give me more. 

They’re a deep red, almost crimson, and the shine reflects your face on its vermilion skin. 

“Chopping board,” He pauses, “please?”

Nodding absent-mindedly, you place the fruit back into his cupped hands. 

You open the drawer behind the both of you and pull out an old chopping board, red soaked and stained into the wood that Ghost just can’t seem to get out. You place it on the counter next to the pomegranates, along with a clean bowl he didn’t even hear you grab, and then find your way to the knife block. Hearing the subtle shink of a blade against wood, Ghost turns and scrutinizes you as you try to remember which knife is the fruit knife. Choosing the shortest one, you hold it by the handle, facing downwards just like Simon taught you, and place it on top of the chopping board with stitched-up hands and missing fingers from all the times he’s begged for more. From all the times you’ve said you have nothing more to give, but he knows you always have more. 

I’ll take even the spare and broken bits. Just look at me. Touch me. Let me be full.

You watch, intently, as he delicately cuts the top of the pomegranate off, slicing through the thick skin. Gently, he peels the layers of the pomegranate back, kissing each one with the tips of his fingers, letting it stain them something beautifully violent. He reveals the soft viscera inside, glancing back over to you again and again. Looking for something in your eyes you’re not sure you can give. He cuts it into quarters, continuously surprising you how utterly gentle he is with it, but not down to the skin. Leaving it in a fileted star-like shape, he turns it upside down on the bowl, and, using his hand, slowly shakes the seeds off of the fruit into the bowl. 

Once he’s finished, sure he’s got all of the seeds off, he sets the empty corpse aside and just…stares at the bowl of red. 

The silence is deafening. You want to fill it.

Simon takes a bloody scoop of the red viscera with his right hand, letting the pinkish juice dribble down his hand, his forearm, and drip onto the immaculately clean counter. 

The kitchen smells like bleach. It makes the back of your throat itch. 

He offers his hand out towards you, like an olive branch, like some lurid type of eucharist, and, like the obedient dog you are, you feast. 

“I love you.” He mumbles, fondly watching the muscle of your tongue dart out to catch the pinkish juice dribbling from your frothing maw. 

Be full. Let me fill you, and in turn, you fill me. Feed on me until there is nothing left. Let us decompose, intertwined. Please. Just say you love me, too. 

You’re eating, and you begin to repeat it, but Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley taught you well not to speak with your mouth full. 

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Note- If anybody believes this needs the Dead Dove: Do Not Eat tag, please let me know. I've seen much more horrific works without the tag, but I'm mildly worried this is inching into the category. 

I've spend the past week hearing Abbey by Mitski at every turn, so I wrote this out in an hour or two. I think if I heard that song or saw something about bloody pomegranates one more time I think I would've started chewing the flesh off of my own bones. Canabalism as a metaphor for love is a incredibly profound, and, in some ways, poetic literature device for the sheer destruction a toxic relationship can cause, so, I wanted to try my hand at it! And also to stop myself from clawing my face off from hearing anything about this canabalism metaphor from literally everywhere on the internet.

I apologise for this being description and inner monologue heavy. I wanted to focus on the horror aspects in this rather than the romance aspects, so I'm sorry if you didn't get what you came here for. 

Do tell if this feels too out of character for Ghost. It was originally written for König, but I changed it last minute. Thank you for sitting down and reading my work! It means a lot <3

I'll leave it up to you if the metaphor is really a metaphor in the end. 

#cod mw2 #mw2 fanfic #call of duty #cod x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley #stalking #obsessive behavior #canabalism as a metaphor for love #canabalism #yandere #angst #no use of y/n #reader is gender neutral #reader is female #reader is male #reader has no specified gender #horror #mel's musings

[roleplayerconfessions]

🌴 My current ick is roleplayers that require you to write with their female muses before you can write with a male muse.

Block.

Goodbye, weird, controlling behavior. There's a dime a dozen of your cookie cutter "cool girl who takes no shit" OC's and I guarantee you I can find one without the messy ooc BS.

#Submission #Muns #Muses #Female Muses #Male Muses #Representation #Manipulation

[silver-1ining]

My darling angel, the only end proper for us is to merge as one, and bear our scars together as a shining burning singularity

#lune speaks #actually obsessive #darlingcore #obsessive love #lune musings #obssesion #obssessed #yanblr #yancore #yandere male #yandere obsession #irl yandere #male yandere #yandere #yan blog #yan boy #obssesive #obsessive thoughts #obsessive yandere #obslove #my angel #my darling #yandere x darling #irl darling #little dove

[ystrike1]

Muse on Fame - By Soojin (9/10)

I'd say this one is pretty controversial. The yandere is a real snake, who doesn't value himself. He does awful things to give his muse a successful acting career. It all happens behind closed doors, where she can't see what he's doing. If you don't like him after *that* plot twist I don't blame you, but he is devoted. She would never be able to succeed without him. It's the harsh truth.

Myeong is a maid. She was a promising actress at the age of twenty, but now she's almost thirty. Most of her old friends got famous, so it hurts every day. She was basically the only actress in her tight group that failed. Her ex is famous. Her "friend" (rival) is famous. Her boyfriend still works as a director, and it's putting a real strain on their relationship.

Hyeonjae is not a bad boyfriend. He didn’t break up with Myeong when her acting career fizzled out. He's not perfect though. He still expects her to support his dream....while she works as a maid cleaning toilets. The optics are pretty bad, but their relationship is presented very realistically. Hyeonjae isn't a successful director yet, and Myeong dedicated her youth to acting. So, she can't get an office job. On top of that her family refuses to help her. They never approved of her career choice, and after it failed she became the black sheep of the family. Her father expects her to give up and get married, while she still has her gorgeous looks.

Myeong kind of lives life in a daze. Her looks don't stand out very much anymore. She walks everywhere. She can't afford salon care to polish her looks for auditions that don't come anyway, and her mental health is going down. Her friend and rival, Yena, is extremely successful.

Trigger warning Yena used her body to get where she is, and she used her investor boyfriends to kick Myeong out of the industry.

This is not revealed until later.

Yena is also completely obsessed with Myeong. How obsessed? Well, Hyeonjae gets his big film debut. His big break. His only chance. Yena swoops in to take the main character role. Then she starts showing up at Hyeonjae's apartment. Hyeonjae and Myeong live together. It's cruel. She has to watch Hyeonjae and Yena talk about their amazing movie together constantly. Hyeonjae lets Yena do whatever she wants, because he's afraid. He will lose his chance at fame if Yena abandons the project. Yena THINKS she's in love with Hyeonjae, but she just wants what Myeong has. Myeong is the typical talented, rich, gorgeous girl. She ran away from her wealthy family because of her love for acting and Hyeonjae.....but she was born blessed. Yena hates and envies that more than anything, which is why she quietly ruined Myeong's reputation a decade ago.

《Male sexual assault is a serious issue》

Yena absolutely 100% is a predator that uses her power to coerce Hyeonjae into a relationship. If Yena was not a famous actress he wouldn't even associate with her, because he finds her creepy.

But.

She does kiss him.

Myeong sees, and she breaks up with an inconsolable and broken Hyeonjae. Their lifestyles just no longer match. Hyeonjae is surrounded by famous actresses, and Myeong is a depressed housemaid who didn’t make it. Staying with him would destroy her, so she leaves.

She leaves to get revenge, and the career she has always wanted. Gorgeous women like Myeong have plenty of admirers. A famous photographer named Enmil ended his own life. Photos of her were found in his house. She didn’t know Enmil, but the dead man saw her as his most precious muse. His mansion contained a secret vault room full of pictures of her.

Myeong lies.

It's not creepy.

Enmil wasn't a stalker.

She consented.

They were friends.

She lies to get interviews, and some small TV roles. She claws her way back to fame, far away from her pathetic life as a maid in Hyeonjae's small apartment.

Her manager, Eun, helps her do this. He has complete faith in her. He knows she's more special than anyone else. He will make her famous. He wants to see her face everywhere. He wants her to use him. He'll be her driver. Her lover. Her bank account. Her slave. He will do absolutely everything in his power to get her into the top of the vicious acting industry.

Enmil was his friend.

No, he isn't secretly Eunmil in disguise.

His yandere reveal is so much messier.

He has a tattoo of her name on his neck. Eun was depressed, just like Enmil. He tried to end his own life, but a miracle happened. The ceiling cracked. The chandelier that was about to take his life fell. Pictures of a beautiful woman rained down upon him. When he saw her happy face he felt too insignificant to die. He decided to serve the woman who radiated happiness that day.

He doesn't care if she's sad and alone now.

He will make her happy.

Myeong begins to shine, because she is incredibly talented. She struggles with the past. With the years she lost because of Yena. When she finds out about Yena's obsession it almost breaks her. Yena is too strong. Too famous. She has too many wealthy donors.....but then she channels that agony into an amazing performance.

She gets a role where Hyeonjae is the director. She uses that pain too, and she embraces becoming a broken woman for the camera.

Even Yena can't stop her.

Myeong left her cushy life as a rich girl behind, because of her love for acting. Her resolve is unstoppable now that Hyeonjae isn't holding her back.

Eun loves to watch her.

He becomes her lover to comfort her. To be her rock. To push her forward. To reassure her. He tells her to use him. He doesn't value himself. He is only alive because of her. He is an empty shell. He barely shows emotion. His looks get him attention too, but he's not like Myeong. He doesn't want fame. He wants to watch his only muse. His family has cash too, but he was even more depressed than Myeong. Depressed enough to end it all.

He will do anything for her.

He's kinda sorta in a relationship with his boss. The woman who originally hired Myeong when she broke into the acting scene again. I think you can see where this is going. Eun used this poor woman to kickstart Myeong's acting career. She seems emotionally attached to him, and it seems like they've been "together" for a long time.

That's what it takes to get a twenty nine year old washed up actress back into the business.

Myeong is not innocent, but she's not a demon like Yena or Eun. She's afraid of Yena, and after she finds out the whole truth she might lash out at Eun. She's a talented actress, but she's sheltered. That's her biggest character flaw. Talent isn't enough. Yena had to sell her body. Eun had to seduce a talent executive. That's how brutal the industry is.

I don't know if Myeong will survive.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #Muse on Fame

[imaginal-ai]

"The Muse of Athleticism"

#ai men #ai artwork #ai generated #ai art community #gay ai art #fashion illustration #art direction #ai gay #muscular definition #lean muscle #lean body #sexy hunk #male pinup #beefcake pinup #black male beauty #black male body #athleticism #archetypal #male muse #queerness #black queerness #created by @imaginal-ai