[ 18+ CONTENT BELOW, Minors DNI ]
= If you're a minor and you interact with one of my 18+ posts, I will block you. Sorry! =
About Me:
⮞ Arim, Rimbaud - i'm not french, just a poseur. stole my name from a poet because i don't want to be google-able
⮞ she/her but i don't mind anything you call me
⮞ Older fandomer. Here for a long time not a good time
⮞ I do not care about ship discourse but I am generally anti-censorship
art tag | fanfic tag
And just so it's not unclear to anyone:
Trans rights, Black lives matter, Free Palestine and Ukraine, fuck el*n and tr*mp and fuck AI
duuuuuude you have GOT to come out tonight we're enacting cruelty upon those who have transgressed so badly that we can justify any act against them... and you KNOW we're interpreting our delight as moral righteousness... Yeah it's fucking crazyyyyyyy get an Uber
"The America I loved still exists, if not in the White House or the Supreme Court or the Senate or the House of Representatives or the media. The America I love still exists at the front desks of our public libraries."
Hey hey. I've been working on the next chapter, but every now and then I poke through leftover scenes that got put on the chopping block to try and remember what feelings/actions had momentum in certain places, since scenes come from somewhere I try to recapture what I was trying to accomplish in later parts.
Here's a scene I took out of Chapter 5. I had a really big problem with Chapter 5, part of it was because something extremely heavy had happened and I had a hard time countering it with a more light-hearted sex scene, it wasn't landing in the way I wanted so I genuinely have like five versions of this scene in my scraps lol. I hated it when I wrote it but looking back, it's not so bad. I think I reused some of the imagery in Clay Differs.
Anyways, just thought I'd share since it's been a bit since I dropped anything. Chapter 10 soon!
warning: NSFW under the cut!!!! Smut ahead, minors DNI
Also: Doey is an adult (29, and Angel is 30) in my fic!
[ Set in AYK Ch 5, after Doey choked Angel in anger, and she struck him across the face-- not to save herself, but to protest the idea that Doey was unlovable. ]
Your dignity was never going to recover from this.
Doey had pulled you over his lap, sitting back on the chair in the interrogation room, your arms still tied to your sides with clay. He had giggled the whole time about it, and you had assumed you were in for another rough fingering session like he’d done to you in the classrooms– imagine your shock when, instead, you felt a clay palm deliver a swift, masterful WHAP! against your ass.
Well, you’d been spanked like this before by worse men, but you had to hang your head in shame when he let out a high-pitched hee-hee-hee! over your back. To make matters worse, you were soaking wet. You literally ached between your legs, you'd been hot and wet for so long that it was starting to hurt.
He grabs a handful of your ass, right over where a red mark was forming, squeezing it so handily that it pulls your cheeks apart, tugging at the edges of your holes. You hiss a tense ‘fffffuck…’!
“You can dish it out but you can't take it, huh? God, you're so cute…” His hand leaves you, for just a moment, before he brings it swiftly down again. CRACK!
You let out a squeak, certainly a noise that betrayed how much you’re actually enjoying this. He snickers again, and you steal a hazy glance back up at him over your shoulder. You were never going to get tired of that triumphant smile of his, especially when it was at your expense.
His fingers trail over your skin, around the blooming pink, speckled red. You hear his voice grow nearer to your ear as his neck stretches, his head coming down to get a better look.
“You pack a heck of a punch, killer. You really meant that slap, didn’t you,” He said, cheesing, utterly pleased. “Does that mean you really like me? You really, really do? Hee-hee…!”
WHAP!
You jolt at another spank. You hang your head again. Holy fuck, you wanted him so badly. You suck in some saliva, so that you don’t just start drooling.
“So, what does that mean for us?” His voice is near the back of your neck, as he flips from manic to something a little more normal, reserved. The back and forth makes you dizzy. “And… if you feel that way, why did you say yes to Poppy?”
You want to talk about this with him. You want to clarify so many things– that you liked him so much and that you weren’t sure what to make of that, that you agreed to Poppy but that you still had planned on helping him save the toys before you blow this place up, that you were afraid of him and what he was capable of when he lost control… but why the fuck did he want to talk about this right now. You let out a whine, looking over your shoulder again, pouting. You rub your thighs together.
When you look back, he pecks you on the nose. His face had been right there, watching you closely. He rubs your ass, where he’d spanked, as if to apologize– and then, he lifts you up to sit on his lap, the clay finally leaving your arms, freeing you.
You straddle him immediately, your palms pressed against his chest. He holds your waist, large hands closing securely over you.
“Don't think I'm not still upset,” He warns, not entirely convincing with the way that he looks at you now. He's still giddy over your confession, and he can't hide his smile at all.
You lean in and kiss his chin.
Slowly, a noise gathers in your chest, and you meet his eyes, and…
“I'm sorry… ” You whisper.
Doey's eyes widen. It's the first meaningful sentence you'd uttered to him, the first time he'd heard your voice outside of moans and whines, and you can tell that elation hits him, immediately. He’s used to dealing with toys that couldn't find their voice– his joy is genuine when you finally allow yourself to say something to him. His hands press you closer.
He knows not to make a big deal out of it, so his reply is muted, although you can see that he barely contains his excitement.
“I– I know you are,” He says. “We can get through this, you know? I know we can.”
You smile at that. Maybe he was right. You nod, and move to kiss him again, and he meets you for this kiss, sweet and subdued.
You have a habit of letting these things cloud your better judgement. He had just been choking you– the soreness of which you could still feel in your throat– but gentle words and murmurs had always been your nemesis, and it was not the first time that you'd been fooled like this. But, it made you happy, and that was what mattered.
Wasn't it?
You press the kiss, no longer content with holding back how much you wanted him now, parting your lips and gently exploring his mouth with your tongue. Doey slides his hand up to your shoulders and lifts you up to make it easier for you to kiss– and his other hand trails downwards.
His mouth is always dry at first, at least until your tongue presses in, wet and warm– you close your eyes and make a soft noise as you feel a clay tongue press into your mouth in kind.
This was a much better language for you both. All that you had to say to him and more was communicated in touch– there was no lying when it came to that. Maybe he distrusted you, maybe he distrusted humans, but even he would have to admit that it would have been impossible for you to fake what you both have, here and now. You could hardly be expected to control the way that your body reacted to him, and God, did it react.
That much is evident when his hands grip at your hips, and you feel something obscenely large press up between your thighs. You break the kiss to look down.
“...”
It's much bigger than you'd taken in your mouth, earlier. He's crazy if he thinks that's fitting inside you. You communicate this with a skeptical glance back up at him, your brow raised.
Doey just has that smile. He doesn't say anything, but brings you forward, lifting you by your hips. You grab onto his hands, eyes widening as you're lifted far, far too easily– and, slowly, he lowers you onto his length.
[ Ends here before I realized this scene wasn't going to work so I tried something else. There does end up being a sex scene in this place in AYK but it's shorter and a little more serious. Idk, I think if I re-wrote it today I'd probably have worked this back in? No idea what was going thru my mind at the time lol]
some of you are painfully unaware that part of the whole reason many kinksters are like "what happens in my or someone else's bedroom is no one else's business"
is because people have been arrested and put in fucking PRISON just for having gay sex in the privacy of their own homes. in the United States. this millennia.
if you think i'm joking, look up Lawrence v. Texas (2003). 14 out of the 50 US States STILL had laws on the books criminalizing sodomy--and yes, you could be imprisoned for multiple years and sometimes even life for repeat offenses.
in the years directly leading up to the landmark case, enforcement even in those 14 states varied, but it was absolutely weaponized against queer people, especially when stacked on top of other offenses to make up a longer sentence.
um so anyway, what happens between two or more consenting adults in the privacy of their own homes is none of my OR YOUR business, and i'm not fucking kidding!
"Sodomy" does not, in a legal context, mean "anal sex."
It means "any sexual act the court has decided is deviant."
BDSM? Sodomy.
Crossdressing for sexual pleasure? Sodomy.
Jacking off to nude photos or video your consenting adult lover sent you of themselves? Sodomy.
Het oral sex? SODOMY!!!
If you're starting to think "but how could anyone prove that happened without breaking down the door?"
Ha. Haha. Ahaha.
First, I'll give you one guess how they did prove it.
Two, these were often scapegoat charges--basically they couldn't actually nail you on anything because you hadn't done anything actually illegal, only things they didn't like, and they relied on public disgust against your "degenerate character" (yeah there's a very big reason we keep saying not to use that word and it's not to be killjoys) to make sure you knew your place.
Which means that in practice:
Went to a socialist meeting? Sodomy.
Male kindergarten teacher? Sodomy.
Mixing races? Sodomy.
Not Christian (or the right kind of Christian)? Sodomy.
Kink is only the beginning. They'll come after the kinksters because they're low-hanging fruit, and you'll gleefully help them dig a hole, laughing all the way and never consider that it's way too big for the number of bodies you need to bury.
I see someone in the tags saying "except pedophiles, they don't count, hang them."
YES THEY FUCKING DO COUNT.
Wanna know why?
Take a look at how many politicians have labeled trans people and their allies as pedophiles.
Take a look at how many politicians used to label gay people as pedophiles.
Take a look at how much suspicion falls on innocent men who just think working with kids is fun and want the chance to help, grow, nurture, and teach.
Take a look at yourself.
What about you could someone twist into "that person is a pedophile" if they wanted rid of you?
I can tell you exactly how they'd do it with me. I'm queer. I have a niece who came out as lesbian in her teens. I supported her.
Clearly I groomed her into that lifestyle, right?
Child sex abusers should be proven in a court of law to be guilty, and penalized to the fullest extent of the law. Pedophiles who have not abused children and seek to avoid doing so should not be hanged for something going wild in their brains.
Yes! That's super uncomfortable to say! I'm a CSA survivor! It's awkward and it means I have to defend people I really wish were not the way they are!
But the rope you use to lynch another will yank you into the tree to die.
TW for talk on CSA and child marriage, this topic tends to get me fired up
Its also a fucking useless example for sodomy law especially because of how wildly age of consent can vary even in the united states. Which I hate that people get so weird about when you try to discuss it. No, knowing this stuff isnt a "red flag" you have to know something before you can speak on it or try and change it!
Child marriage is legal in 34 states with 4 of them technically not even having an age minimum outside of common law that could theoretically set it at 12. If we go back a few years the state of it would be even MORE dire as many of these laws putting age minimums only were put into place in the past eight years! So if one defines sodomy as "any sexual act done premarital that isnt missionary" then these wouldn't be covered.
Sodomy laws are USELESS for protecting children, because laws about CSA are better off being their OWN thing with strictly defined terms. Sodomy is so nebulous and hand wavy it does nothing but punish people who have done nothing wrong, strict terms with clear meanings is what creates protections. "You can't just make "if we think its gross" the law and expect that to actually work on deterring people who are doing the actual crimes. Which are ALREADY illegal.
Plus this isn't even getting into the psychology part of it that most people who commit CSA aren't even attracted to minors, they just like power over their victims and its easy to hold power over a child. its about control. Not 100% of the time, but very very often its about dominance rather then attraction. Plus there's the fact of sexual intrusive thoughts being a common form of OCD that causes a lot of distress in those that have those thoughts. This is a whole rabbit hole but just... You dont need to be attracted to a victims to traffic them, you might just want control, or authority, or just money!
I think it is really, really worth focusing on that “already illegal” part, because this is the foot in the door for a million and a half fascist proposed laws, not just sodomy.
“We need a law that makes it illegal to go into a bathroom that doesn’t align with your birth sex! Otherwise, people might go into the wrong bathroom to sexually assault someone!” Huh, interesting, but isn’t it already illegal to sexually assault someone, including in a bathroom??? Because if so, then you can just completely discard that explanation for the entire law. It is already illegal to go into the wrong bathroom and sexually assault a person; ergo, the law is not about sexual assault at all, it’s just about bathrooms.
“We need to arrest undocumented immigrants in order to crack down on gang activity!” Huh, interesting, but isn’t that gang activity already illegal??? So, if you wanted to crack down on gang activity, you could simply arrest people who are associated with gangs, and in fact, we do already do that. Ergo, this rhetoric isn’t actually about gang activity at all; it’s just about undocumented immigrants.
“We need to diminish free speech and freedom of movement rights for suspected terrorists, because otherwise they could commit mass murder!” Well, interestingly, mass murder is already illegal, and if you have probable cause that indicates that someone is planning to commit mass murder, you can simply arrest them for that. Since the law is already fully equipped to go after people who are genuinely suspected of gearing up to commit a violent terroristic act, this clearly isn’t really about terrorism at all; it’s just about diminishing free speech and freedom of movement rights.
“We need tort reform that caps the monetary damages that large corporations can be forced to pay, in order to keep people from bringing frivolous and fraudulent lawsuits!” Hmm, but see the thing with that is fraud is already a crime, and frivolous lawsuits can already be thrown out. If a law caps the amount of damages corporations need to pay in lawsuits which were not found to be frivolous or fraudulent, then almost by definition, it has nothing to do with frivolous lawsuits or fraud – it’s just about limiting corporate liability.
I could go on.
Always ask yourself what the actual function of a proposed law is – not just the stated goal, but what it actually does that is not already covered by an equally restrictive law.
And remember, a good general rule is:
If something is already illegal, then the people who are trying to pass a new law to ban it are probably trying to ban something else.
"You're doing great as a father"
In my Mascot!AU Doey is an extremely anxious father, actually. He's very worried about his sons, and later he'll take care of Squishy Squashy, and the Wuggies too. But Kissy is always there to calm the big guy down.
i picked up fallout new vegas as a birthday present for myself and i've been playing it. it's my first time playing and i am ACTUALLY UNWELL yes man is so fucking cute.............. there is not nearly enough fanfic.............. this must be remedied..................
