I Know I’m Being An Insufferable Worldbuilding Nerd Here, But My Basic Metric For Evaluating Media

Say more about Sevika's praise kink rn.

of course :)

• probably started realizing she might have a praise kink after the first few times you said “you fuck me so good, ‘vika”

• definitely did not say anything about it because what? the big scary lady of zaun liking to be told that she’s doing good? no way in hell was she going to admit that. 

• you started to catch on after noticing her getting more erratic with, well, everything after telling her how well she’s fucking you and that she feels good. 

• tell her how good she feels inside of you and you’re basically gonna have that woman on her knees. 

• she likes to know that she’s making you feel good, that you’re okay. while your moans definitely tell her that, verbal confirmation is what she really likes.

• tell her she’s doing good and you’re gonna get whatever you want. harder? on it. faster? she’s already speeding up. 

• “tell me again. tell me how good i fuck you.”

• can’t decide whether she likes to be praised more for fucking you or you fucking her. 

• but definitely realized how much she liked being praised while bottoming. 

• she’s not going to admit that being called any pet name makes her head spin.

• will not be looking you in the eyes after completely blushing when you called her a good girl for the first time. 

• “you’re being such a good girl for me, taking me so well.”

• mostly because she immediately came afterwards. 

• you’re 100% gonna pick at her for it. 

• you really want to mess with her and get her going?

• make her tell you that she’s being good. that she’s being such a good girl for you. 

• “say it, sev. unless you want me to stop.”

• “no- please, please don’t stop.”

• “then say it.”

• “i-i’m your good girl.”

• “good girl.”

thinking ab sev with a clingy gf simply bc i feel like she would definitely be secretly pretty clingy too (and bc im probably the clingiest person to exist)

*cracks knuckles*

you're so right baby, she would be and is very clingy.

In my opinion, i think Sevika would be dying with pure heart eyes on the inside because her gf is clingy, and wants to be with her all of the time. Sevika is playing cards? You're right beside her, huddled under her cloak almost. She's at the bar? You're there, holding onto her arm to be close. Anywhere Sevika is, you're like a little lost puppy behind her (its'a good thing dw) Because you just feel so safe with her around.

I know for a fact she's going to act like she hates it, but whenever you aren't with her, but he's like a lost puppy too. Who's hand is she going to hold when walking through the streets of Zaun if you're busy working? Who's going to hug her when you're not around? Who's going to play with her hair if you're out with friends? Sevika is grumpy, but without her beautiful little thing by her side she's fuckin miserable, just wanting you to be with her. Perched in her lap like you do every single day and night.

Don't even get me started on when you both see each other after a fucking hour. Hugging like you haven't seen each other for 4 years. It's cute, she secretly loves it. Cuddled right up into her chest, damn near sniffing that smoke on her shirt, a scent you came to love, and squeezing the dear life out of her. Simply because you missed her and can't be without her.

damn i called myself out in this, fuck. Im down horrendously LMFAOOOO

Found this in the comments of Shaun's latest video on Andrew Tate, in which he talks pretty extensively about how important it is for men to find ways to be confident in their genders without trying to adhere to, or enforce, anyone else's ideas of manhood on anyone.

Highly recommend checking it out.

Anyway. I rarely see folks talk about the positive impact transmascs have on manhood as a whole, and I think it's important to acknowledge and celebrate that.

i just want to speak every language ever, is that too much to ask

Hi, hi, hi!

Not be feral but I just wanted to say that I already love False God so much, like dude, duuuuuuuude. I'm so sorry for cooper, but fuck that shit's hot, my man. Give me sadpatheticdivorcee!cooper anyday. I was already constantly checking when the 1st chap's gonna drop but now that it did?? FUCK ME UP DEAR LORDYLOO. I don't know where the rest of the story is gonna go but the hints of yearning I'm already detecting???? THE Cooper Howard being inexperienced in sex again??? AJSJAMSJDPLEASE PLEASE PLE-

Anyways, love your work! 🥺🥺🥺

oh my god, this just made my day!!!!!!

sad and pathetic, just divorced, cooper has been living in my head since i finished the show and i’m so happy you’re enjoying it too!!!

yesss cooper is so inexperienced again at this point but he’s desperate and he wants someone

thank you so much for all the praise holy shit <333

stop being mean | modern!Aemond x reader

summary ♱ overstim on aemond >:)

warnings/contains ♱ mean!dom!reader at first then soft!dom!reader, sub!aemond, overstim, dacryphilia, handjob, teasing, usage of the word(s) dumb, pretty thing, baby (directed at aemond), I think that's it but if there's more please let me know !!

important ♱ I am not responsible for what you read. please respect both mine and your boundaries !! (edit: I am a minor!! I have it in my bio and navigation)

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"oh fuck please," aemond whined, pushing his hips further in the bed, "hmph, I already came please stop."

you pumped his cock quickly, grinning at the high pitched whimpers leaving his pretty plump lips. his hands gripped the sheets in hopes of controlling his thrashing.

the sweet burn of overstim had set in long ago, and despite his pleas and cries for you to stop he couldn't deny that he enjoyed the pleasurable torture just as much as you did.

cum pooled at his base, slowly leaking to his thighs and stomach. more of the creamy white liquid drooled out of his tip, making your movements even easier.

his hips began lifting, turning from side to side making it harder for you to keep your grip. you held his hips down firmly with your free hand, sending him a glare.

"stop moving, aemond, you'd think you'd be smart enough to know that but I guess not." you scoffed, smirking when you heard the whimper he let out.

"I'm sorry, jus' too much!", he pouted.

"shh, stop complaining, it's only going to make it worse." you snapped at him, continuing your pumping.

he whined loudly, "mmph! stop being mean." he could feel the tears gathering in his eyes, too fucked out to care whether they slipped out or not.

"oh baby, am I being mean?" your voice was dripping with sympathy but your movements showed none.

he nodded in response, not trusting his voice to express his thoughts, not that he had any at the current moment.

"hmm, how about this, you only need to cum one more time. you can do that can't you pretty thing?" you spoke softly, seeing how vulnerable he was.

"ah ah, y-yeah I can." he tightly gripped your free hand that was holding him down, interlocking your fingers. the tears had now slipped down his cheeks, face a pretty shade of pink.

you quickened your hand, focusing on his tip then moving down to his base. his pants picked up, moans leaving his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. a complete mess underneath you.

he was shaking uncontrollably and clenching his stomach, cock twitching in your hand.

"are you close baby?" you asked smiling at the adorable face he had at the moment. mouth open, eyes squeezed shut and nose scrunched.

"yeah, yeah, please," he cut himself off with a loud moan, "so so close." he whimpered.

"go ahead, be a good boy and cum." you grinned, giving his hand a comforting squeeze.

he went stiff, legs lightly kicking as warm thick ropes of cum shot out of his tip, landing on his stomach and hips. he twitched in your hand and you pumped him until he had nothing left.

you slowed your hand to a stop, looking up at him with nothing but adoration and love. rubbing your wet hand up and down his thigh and drawing small circles onto his hand, you laughed softly.

"you okay baby?" you said gently

he responded with sweet giggles, head feeling empty. he had a wide smile on his pretty face, eyes still shut.

"yeah," he sighed, "I just-" he let out a giggle, "I just can't think."

"aw aem, did you go all dumb on me?" you laughed, moving up to stroke his warm cheek, wiping off the half dried tears that rested there. he hummed, leaning into your touch.

"how about I start a bath, hmm?" you whispered.

"yes please." he smiled, finally opening his eyes that still had a dazed out look in them.

Real Penguins Make Do - BTAS Oswald Cobblepot x Reader

Summary: You decide to bring a new toy into the bedroom. Oswald is more than happy to oblige. GN reader. (The title is from a joke on the Arkham Discord)

Word Count: 2.3k (I'm so sorry)

Warnings: Ovipositors, slight breeding kink, dom/sub dynamics, dom!reader, Oswald's trust issues

It never failed to amaze you how authoritarian Oswald was in his day-to-day life juxtaposed against how, frankly, needy he was when alone with you.

Oswald's whole body shuddered beneath you, even without having been touched, and you thought to yourself, not for the first time, how lucky you were to get to see him like this. With his poise and dignity stripped away, leaving him bare and raw and open. Only you would ever know how touch-starved he truly was, how he'd preen under the smallest scraps of affection.

"Such a sweet boy..." Your voice was barely above a murmur and you gently touched his cheek, smiling at how his head subtly tilted into your palm. His eyes were already soft and glassy as he looked up at you with that lovestruck grin that always appeared when you held him like this.

"And what do you have planned for us tonight, my turtledove?" You could tell how hard he was trying to retain his usual smooth, collected tone, but the tremor in his voice was unmistakable.

"And ruin the surprise? You'll find out as we go."

And, god, that worked exactly as you had hoped. All the air escaped his lungs in a reverent 'oh' as his pupils dilated.

"W-well," he swallowed thickly, "I am yours to do with what you will."

"Mm, I already knew that." You twisted your fingers into his hair and pulled, relishing the drawn-out whine that you elicited. As much as you loved cradling him in your arms like this, you did have a plan to get to. "Alright, pretty boy, I want you on the bed, legs spread."

Oswald nearly tripped over his own feet in his rush to obey.

Once situated, he looked over at where you were standing, brow furrowed in confusion. You were holding what he could only assume was a sex toy, but the shape was unlike any he had ever seen before. The length didn't seem terribly intimidating, no more than six inches, but the thought of how girthy knot at the base and the little bumps that covered it would feel inside of him made Oswald whimper and unconsciously rub his thighs together. The strange part, though, was the hole in the tip that seemed to go all the way down the toy and the clamshell container you held in your other hand.

Still, the fact that Oswald had no idea what he was looking at only made him impossibly harder. He hadn't requested this. You were bringing this into the bedroom entirely of your own volition, because you wanted to use it on him, and that thought alone made Oswald dizzy.

At this point, he was convinced that there was almost nothing he wouldn't eagerly let you do to him. While he had gotten a lot better about it over the course of your relationship, there would always be some lingering doubts as to whether you were only with him to use him, or worse, out of pity. So, if you wanted to do something that normally wouldn't interest him, that only made it all the more appealing. He could know with certainty that you were doing it for yourself, and that, no matter how hard it was to imagine, he was desired.

Oswald was wrenched from his thoughts by your hand settling gently on his thigh, and he couldn't help but gasp softly at the touch. God, he must look so pathetic like this, and yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care.

"Ozzy?" You set the clamshell down on the bed so that you could hold the toy in both hands. "Do you know what this is?"

Oswald shook his head, eyes widening as he took in the sight properly. It was even more intimidating up close, and he had to bite his cheek to keep from moaning out loud.

"You can touch it, if you'd like. It's called an ovipositor." He tentatively reached out to touch the bumpy surface, and you smiled before opening the clamshell. Inside were yellow, translucent eggs. "These are made from gelatin. That way they'll dissolve if they get stuck."

"Get... stuck..." Oswald looked between the eggs and the toy as it slowly dawned on him what it was designed to do. A shiver ran down his spine and he squirmed in place. "Oh, lord have mercy..."

You snickered at his reaction, but he was too dazed to care. You squeezed his hand lightly to pull him out of it. "Colour, baby?"

His eyes flicked up to meet yours and he swallowed, nodding once. "Green. Very green."

You brought his hand up to your lips and kissed his fused knuckles gently, smiling at how his already red face turned nearly purple in embarrassment. "Alright. Don't hesitate to tell me if it's too much, okay?"

Oswald nodded, breath quickening as you nudged his legs apart once again. He heard the squelch of lube being squeezed onto your fingers, but even with that warning, he still jolted when he felt your fingers press against his hole.

"Please..." he whispered, though what he was begging for, he wasn't sure.

You smiled down at him, and Oswald had to close his eyes to keep from swooning. As always, he opened up beautifully for you, eagerly accepting your fingers as his hole readily stretched to take more, as though he had been made for this. You'd mentioned that last bit more than once before, and even as he hit your shoulder indignantly in response, his cock invariably betrayed him.

Now, though, you decided to spare him the teasing, and he was silently grateful for it. He was already showing you far more vulnerability than he'd be comfortable with were it anyone else. Still, that didn't stop him from arching his back with a soft wheeze when he felt your fingers brush against his prostate.

His eyes opened a fraction, still heavily lidded, and he looked up at you with an embarrassing squeak. His eyes flicked down to the toy in your hands and he licked his lips in anticipation.

"You ready, honey?" Your voice pierced through his haze like an arrow and he sucked in a breath. He waited for a moment before answering, wanting to drink in every moment, every soft gaze and kind word, until they drowned the ghosts of his past in their sacchirine flood.

He was not, however, a patient man, so it was only a few seconds before he was nodding frantically, biting his lip until a metallic tang burst on his tongue. He knew how pathetic he must look, how ashamed he ought to be, and yet, with you, he couldn't bring himself to care. Need washed over him like an oppressive cloak and his mind could only repeat you, you, you in a broken prayer.

Slowly, (far more slowly than Oswald would have liked, and yet, the strange tenderness of it could make him cry), you began to inch the toy into him. It started off easy. Most of the toy was smooth and gently tapered, so it slid into him with little resistance, and for a moment, he allowed himself to relax.

Then he reached the knot. The toy doubled in girth at the base, and Oswald threw his head back against the pillow with a soft thump, choking on his own spit. The bumps were tantalizingly prominent, and he swore he could count every single one of them as they dragged along his inner walls. His hands scrambled for purchase on the sheets and he keened helplessly, his hips twitching and writhing of their own accord, only to cause the toy to shift inside of him and repeat the cycle all over again.

Once he had taken it in to hilt, you stopped, allowing him to get used to the new sensations. By this point, he was babbling incoherently and his chest was red and splotchy from arousal. You smiled down at him and cupped his cheek in your hand, and he leaned into it without even seeming to realize it.

"Colour, Ozzy?"

His forehead crinkled in dismay at having to try to get something coherent to leave his mouth, but he managed a weak, "G-green..."

You smiled your approval, and Oswald felt like he was flying. Then the toy began to move.

The sounds leaving Oswald's lips as you fucked him with the ovipositor were absolutely broken, and it took him a moment to even realize they were coming from himself. It was all too much, far too much, and yet if you stopped, he thought he might die. The toy plunged deep inside if him, but the knot was what really broke him. It slid in and out, stretching his hole to the limit and then suddenly releasing it in rapid succession. It was so fast, so brutal, and yet the dramatic texture ensured that he felt everything. Squeals that he would surely be embarrassed by later fell freely from his throat and he alternated between begging for you to slow down and fuck him harder. You did neither. You took him at the pace you wanted, and when your free hand held his hips in a bruising grasp to stop them from moving, he could only moan.

"You're such a good boy. Taking it so well for me," you cooed, your gentle tone juxtaposed painfully against what you were doing, "Do you want me to pump you full of eggs, baby? Want me to breed you?"

And fuck, he never stood a chance, did he?

Oswald was too lost in his own pleasure to respond verbally, but he nodded desperately, and you noted the way he squirmed with every word. You smirked as you realized you may have awoken something in him.

"Yeah? You want to carry my eggs for me? Incubate them just like a real penguin?"

Okay, maybe that last part was a little silly, and you snorted internally, but Oswald didn't seem to notice. His eyes were glazed over and hazy and could only whimper in response, reaching up to cling to your shoulders with trembling hands.

You lined one of the gelatin eggs up with the ovipositor and pushed it down the tube. Oswald cried out and kicked his legs frenetically. He could feel the egg as a lump inside the toy slowly working its way to the tip, as though it were pulsating. When the egg popped out the tip, he felt it slide in deep as his hole swallowed it down greedily. Vaguely, your comment about the potential for the eggs getting stuck echoed in his mind, and he moaned at the thought.

One by one, you pushed the eggs through the ovipositor slowly, watching him writhe and gasp with every one. By the time you were lining up the last egg, tears were blurring his vision. He felt so full, in ways that he had never experienced before, and he was holding his orgasm back by his fingernails.

"P-please... please... I-I need..."

You smiled at his incohesive prattling and bent down to kiss his forehead, noting how he whined just as sharply at the affection as if you had grabbed his dick.

"Just one more, Ozzy. Just take one more egg and you can cum. Think you can do that for me?" you said gently, running your free hand through his hair. You were getting it greasy with lube, but with how much he was sweating at this point, it didn't seem to matter much.

His breath was quivering and he looked on the verge of weeping, but he nodded meekly in response.

"Good boy."

The praise sent a shudder down his spine, and it took all of his concentration to hold back as he felt the slow movement of the egg inside of the toy working its way into him. He looked absolutely wreaked, and as soon as he felt the soft pop of the egg being pushed out of the toy, he screeched in white-hot pleasure and finally allowed his climax to overtake him. His whole body convulsed as he rode it out, almost looking as though he was being electrocuted, and you couldn't help but take hold of the toy to fuck him through it.

For Oswald, the next several minutes were an exhausted blur, and the next thing he knew, he had been cleaned off with a wet towel and was curled up against your chest. He clung to you with slow, shuddering breaths and slowly looked up to meet your gaze.

"Good?"

He nodded his assent and hid his face in your shoulder once again. "Mm. Very good." His voice was hoarse, and he found himself being gently pulled away from you to have a water bottle held to his lips. He begrudgingly took a few sips, then returned to his prior position with a soft sigh.

"You did so well for me, my sweet boy," you said with a smile as you put the bottle back on the end table, then began to gently play with his hair, "I wasn't easy on you, but you took it so beautifully for me. I love seeing you come undone."

Oswald grumbled, vaguely embarrassed, but you could feel his smile against your skin.

"Hey, you know I love you, right?" You cupped his face in his hands and gently nudged his chin upwards so that your eyes met. His cheeks were red, but he looked content.

"I do," he agreed quietly, and that alone made your heart soar before he could even say it back. It had taken you ages to reach this point, to gently repair the trust that had been shattered by so many others before you. Still, your chest did warm as you heard his meek: "And I love you."

You ran your fingers along his cheekbones to his temples as you leaned forward to gently kiss the tip of his nose, torn between finding the broken gasp it elicited adorable or heartbreaking. Even with how far you've come, it would take far more for him to truly believe that he was worthy of love. You knew that. But until that day came, you'd just have to love him enough for the both of you.

Masterlist

A masterlist of (most) I've left out some I'm not confident in/were mushed together through errors in the tumblr app. Reader is always gn unless stated otherwise in post

Oc Pronouns: X

OCS:

Quick Oc Intros - Lee, Host, Elliott (X)

Character Concepts - Yandere Incubus and Paralysis Demon - C.C, Verona (X)

Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader (Host intro) (X)

Host x Co-host reader (X)

Host Nsfw headcannons (X)

Host with flirty reader (X)

Lee headcannons (X)

Lee"s name (1)(2)(3)

Cutting your finger by Lee (X)

Cinema (Elliot Wiltshire intro) (X)

C.C (incubus) blurb (X)

C.C with anxious reader (X)

oc heights (X)

ocs with flustered reader headcannons (X)

oc's thought of starting a family (X)

oc's reaction if reader has a significant other (X)

ocs with a flirty reader (X)

Who would be willing to share an s/o (X)

which ocs are most willing to let their darling have a pet (X)

ocs react to the reader with the bubbly personality (X)

not writing descriptions for this (nsfw) (X)

how ocs kiss their darling (X)

Putting your hand on ocs thigh (X)

ocs with picky eater (X)

ocs with college student reader (X)

telling them you love them (X)

Mutli Part series:

Accidental Cult:

Starting the cult (X)

Your God gets jealous (X)

God lies to followers for worship (X)

Reader kills for their god (X)

Supernatural Harem Masterlist (X)

Supernatural Harem headcannons:

Baron(demon) nsfw (X)

Maddox (reaper) headcannons (X)

Alasdair (Gurdian Angel) (slight nsfw) (X)

Petting Alasdair"s wings (X)

harem with reader that cant swim (X)

kissing the harem a good morning (X)

harem with reader that likes to lay on their chest (X

painting the harems nails (X)

Alasdair true form (X)

harem stealing your clothes (X)

reader trapped on earth after death (X)

Jeremiah (priest) with angel reader (X)(2)(3)(4)

Misc:

Hurt: Male masochistic yandere bully x shy reader (X)

Opposites: violent male yandere x quiet reader (X)

Male yandere doll maker x doll reader (X)

Submissive male yandere x healer reader (X)

Beast: Male yandere x monster reader (X)

Show time: male yandere show host x reader (X)

Yandere Naga squeezing reader as a punishment (X)

Male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Male yandere x delinquent reader (X)

Male yandere x superhuman reader (X)

Yandere male delinquent x reader (X)

Male servant yandere x Vampire s/o (X)

Male yandere x touch starved reader (X)

Forgiveness: Yandere cult x god reader (X) (2)

Male yandere fighter x healer reader (X)

yandere god taking interest in a cult member reader (X)

yandere God of death x reader (X)

Touch starved male yandere x supernatural reader (X)

The Beast's pet: yandere male x werewolf reader (X)

yandere supernatural creature x reader (X)

male yandere x vampire reader (X)

male yandere x crime boss reader (X)

Chase: male yandere x monster reader (X)

Pumpkin Carving: Yandere demon x reader (X)

My Guardian Angel: Yandere x reader (X)

Pretty Face: Yandere x serial killer reader blurb (X)

Symbiosis: Mutualism - Yandere cult x genderless deity reader (X) (2)

male yandere x shapeshifter reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere male spider hybrid (X)

Male yandere x serial killer reader (nsfw) (X)

Yandere naga (X)

yandere husband X monster reader (X)

yandere merman x pirate captain reader (X)

male yandere exorcist x ghoul reader (X)

Masochistic Male Yandere x Friendly Sadistic Reader (X)

Yandere husband x Psychic Reader (X)

Flowers By Your Grave: Unnamed Male Yandere x Reader (X)

yandere male crime boss x male priest reader (X)

Fandom works:

Kai Satou - yttd (X)

Sullivan - Obsolete Dream (X)

Sal - Wadanohara (X)

Maekami - Obsolete Dream (X)

Masochistic Pro hero Hitoshi Shinso (X)

Masochistic Dabi (X)