The fact that you think the general public will assume CP stands for a niche book series and not a widely used term for criminal materials is utterly delusional and one of the reasons my "likes" are private. I just hit my limit is all.
I have had this blog for almost 10 years and not once has someone told me they thought it stood for that. Also why the fuck would there be a "fanart" blog of that, who would assume there's just a blog going around reblogging things like that and that it would be just okay to have up and also tumblr would do nothing about it. That is absolutely ludicrous and delusional of you.
I'm afraid the internet has made you extremely paranoid to the point of ridiculousness because that has NEVER crossed my mind and then all the sudden after almost 10 years of this blog you come here and act like it's obvious and everyone who has come across this has assumed it meant that or misinterpreted it as that at first and just never said anything.
Just absolute ridiculousness. And yes, maybe you should focus on how that is quickly becoming an outdated term, and it is wrong and stop thinking of that when you see the two letters together? Holy shit, your mind going there first thing IS messed up, truly.
“What are you, Laurent? A nymph? A deity? Did the gods send you to destroy my kingdom? Or my heart?”
“Please, Damianos. If I wanted to destroy something, I would have done it long ago.”
Laurent didn't even look up when Damianos entered the garden. When Damianos sat down on the cushions on the floor and leaned on the slave's knees, Laurent finally deigned to pay attention to him and sighed.
“If anyone sees you in this state, I’ll be executed,” Laurent said simply, without a trace of fear, and returned to reading the letter he had been reading before Damianos arrived. Damianos was terribly curious about what kind of letters a slave might have, but the trust that had developed between them was more valuable than fleeting curiosity.
“Then it's good that it's just us here.”
Damianos felt like an annoying puppy when he rubbed his cheek against Laurent's knee, but Laurent finally put his hand on his hair, then slid his fingers down his neck.
Laurent tugged lightly on the dark curls, but the prince showed no sign of displeasure. Laurent tugged harder and Damianos murmured, pressing closer with one arm embracing Laurent's legs and his chin resting on the softness of his thigh. Damen slid his fingers under the straps of his sandals, and Laurent, shuddering with his whole body, was about to do something that no slave could ever think of doing. As if reading his thoughts, Damianos laughed.
“What are you, Laurent?” Damen ran his forefinger down the slave’s knee, moving higher, but some ancient instinct, perhaps self-preservation, kept him from reaching under the other man’s chiton.
“I beg your pardon?” Laurent put down the letter, finally looking at Damen directly.
“You're the only person who can be so casual about having a prince sitting at your feet.”
“Perhaps you've seen too few people.”
Damianos snorted.
“Perhaps you are a nymph sent to drive me mad?” Laurent rolled his eyes. “Or a deity sent to destroy my kingdom?”
“If I wanted to destroy something, I would have done it already.”
“Or,” Damen persisted. He reached for the bowl of grapes and plucked a few berries. “At the very least, you've captured my heart.”
He stood up, braced his knee against the edge of the sofa, and leaned over Laurent. He held a grape to his lips, unsure if he would accept it.
“A prince should not feed a slave,” Laurent reminded him coolly, leaning back against the pillows as if wanting to distance himself. Damen leaned closer.
“Formally, you were given as a pet. In Vere, masters feed their pets, don’t they?”
“There are no pets in Akielos, my prince."
Damien's expression must have been pitiful enough, because Laurent sighed and parted his lips. Those soft, inviting lips, which he had only been able to touch a few times in the past two months.
Laurent took the berry and bit into it, the juice rolling down his chin. Damianos carefully wiped it away with his fingertips so that the stickiness wouldn't settle on his skin.
‘May I kiss you?’ Damen held his breath, waiting for an answer. Laurent's eyes sparkled, not allowing him to look away.
Laurent swallowed the berry and closed his eyes, his lips remaining slightly parted. Those sweet, sweet lips that Damen would kiss until the end of time if he had the chance. He touched them with his own, licking away the remaining traces of grape juice, caught his lower lip with his teeth, and ran his tongue over it, apologizing for his little mischief. Laurent buried his fingers in his hair, and Damen felt very blissed.
Laurent felt himself falling apart. In those strong arms that held him, in those tender, naive words that contained no lies. Laurent reached back to grab the letter and clenched it in his fingers, crumpling the paper, and collapsed onto the pillows, allowing Damianos's weight to press him down.
Before I return home, I will repay my debt to you, Damianos.
Dude, you really need a slight change in url/blog title. "CP" while not the best acronym for CSAM is still prolific enough to be offputting...
What the fuck? How on earth did you think of THAT, holy shit? I think this says more about YOU, anon, than the title of this blog. I've NEVER thought of that, and I've had this blog for years, that's on YOU. What the fuck is wrong with you? You know good and well it stands for Captive Prince, and there is only captive prince fanart on this blog.
Like shit, if you see those two letters and think of CSAM that's on you. And also yes, that term is very much dying out because it's wrong and gross. Think of it only when CSAM or CSEM is mentioned and maybe work on yourself for thinking of such a thing over some fanart blog title.
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