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[skaald-of-the-hearth-fires]

Different professions process different branches of magic. Some use magic to control energy, others lifeforce, others the fabric of mind and reality, others the atomic makeup of natural elements, others are granted direct control over magic itself.

All of these, of course, take different resources. Necromancers hoard lifeforce while guardians and warriors are masters of discipline and managing their own energy. And all, of course, must keep an eye on their reservoir of magic particles.

This delicate balancing act means that no two professions channel power at the same cost; some professions take a heavier toll in magic particles but a lighter one in their secondary resource. Others rely more heavily on their secondary resource and channel a relatively small amount of magic particles to do so. In addition, different individuals have trained more extensively in particle regeneration, and the cost of individual particles may register as lesser to them than to another, or to a novice.

'Spells' are a cross-professional shorthand for measuring power-at-the-moment, referring to a standard rate of conversion based on profession and particle regeneration. If a given caster says they has 'three spells' left, a bystander might see them cast four separate times; but added together, the power used was equal to three standard spells each equal to a certain degree of power (measured by the obscure power of Standard and Tradition).

This is of course a simplistic definition of the highly technical term 'spell,' but this is a Novice class and we'll get to that later. Perhaps I'll call in a Synergetics graduate to co-teach it...

One last thing! Of course 'spell' can also refer to any specific instance of channeling magic. But that's nonstandard use and unacceptable in academic writing.

[z-eusie]

the more I scroll through the tags, the more convinced I am that people want Hera to be miserable

and by this I mean that there's this obsession with making Zeus more cruel, more incompetent, and more harmful than he really is, and in doing so, make Hera's experience so much worse than it is... without a single consideration to how this truly impacts Hera

[pigeon-butch]

I certainly have my own concerns about the treatment of moo deng but um. well i think some of you may just be racist

[altruistic-meme]

hit with the sudden desire for a skk mixtape event but,,,, the effort,,, but also,,,,,,, pet project,,,,,,

[leadendeath]

positive But hints of previous bad things that happened and bad things that i made NOT happen

not gonna go into detail too much but the 29th is when i:

escaped one of the most horrible, soul-crushingly bad situations ive ever been through

got approved for medication (i asked for this one in particular after doing tons of research because generally side effects are so often fuckin awful. it was instant approval, on the day when i contacted my doctor, things were that bad. usually it takes weeks to get an appointment and i never go docs when i really should for anything, but it was either get help or disappear if you know what i mean, that's how bad it was at the time. no i wasn't brutally honest like that in the conversation lol i don't suggest doing that. didn't cry on the phone win! i did the "smile so your 'phone voice' sounds better" thing though... which mustve sounded really mentally ill of me in retrospect oh my god... my doc happens to be on the same thing as me so that was lucky and she's nice to me anyway :)

found out i have ocd and started the process of getting better.

ive come a very long way and recovery isn’t linear. i truly know what that means now. but i am turning into who i want to be. and that’s something to commemorate.

it’s kinda awesome that this date coincides with me taking myself on vacation. funny how things play out innit

[darlingdaisyfarm]

So I've seen your hcs about Stan being a boob man (incredible, absolutely incredible btw) and I'm curious to know if you have any on Ford? He's so precious I feel like any part of his darling is enough to get him going but personally I think, if he had to choose, he'd have a deep, unfiltered love for thighs and tummy's but maybe that's just me!

Ford Pines is obsessed with you and your thighs and tummy ♡ headcanons

hey sweetheart!! thank you so much for this ask and for ur words<3 im glad u loved Stanley headcanons and im more than glad to write smth as that with Ford. i agree with u, im sure hes a thigh & tummy guy<3 oh god, scientists fear me for what i have discovered about this man

tags: nsfw, worshipping, thigh fucking, needy Ford, facesitting, oral sex, breeding kink, thigh riding, size kink if u squint, established relationship

also guys look at him, hes so silly awwww i wanna smash him against the wall

꩜⸝⸝ the first time Ford realizes he has a thing for thighs, he doesn’t even register it as a sexual thing. it starts with him resting his hand on your thigh while you sit together, and then he just. . . doesnt move it. well, he loves the warmth, the softness, so he presses his fingers into them and feels your muscles flex when you shift

꩜⸝⸝ he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. half the time, you have to be like, "Ford. honey. why are you gripping me like a stress ball?" and he just blinks, looks down at his hands, then turns bright red, coughing ”oh. um. force of habit?”

꩜⸝⸝ he gets so fucking distracted just absentmindedly rubbing your thighs. you’ll be talking about your day and he’s just kneading your flesh in his big ass hand, blushing madly when you say “Ford, are you even listening?”

“mm? yes, of course, sweetheart, i just, i was just appreciating how— hah—how incredibly soft you are?”

꩜⸝⸝ he will be in the middle of an experiment and just stop because he caught sight of you sitting on the couch, legs tucked under you, thighs pressing together. and damn, what a beautiful sight. now this man is staring, zero thoughts, mind blank until you tell him “Ford, honey, you're burning the beaker.”

“what? oh, oh— damn!” he is so mad at himself for getting distracted, but he's so in love with you!!

꩜⸝⸝ but when he realizes he has a thing for your thighs in a sexual way this man is obsessed. he will never be normal again

꩜⸝⸝ the first time you wrap your thighs around his head while he’s eating you out, he genuinely whimpers because he’s never known a pleasure like this. he moans into your pussy, grabbing handfuls of your thighs, because they're so soft and divine and for him this is pure paradise

꩜⸝⸝ his fav thing is feeling them tremble when he makes you cum. he’ll groan, squeezing your flesh, trying to keep you there forever. im sure that if you'll try to pull away, he'll growl and grip you tighter, burying himself between them like a desperate needy man. “mm-mm, no, darling, i’m not finished with you yet.”

꩜⸝⸝ Ford goes feral for thigh fucking. he didn’t even know it was a thing. you had to suggest it and he lost his fucking mind. the first time he tries it, he’s panting like an animal, gripping your thighs so tight. afterward he’s apologizing, stammering. so flustered. “i didn’t, i didn’t mean to grip that hard.” you laugh and pull him down for a kiss because he’s so damn cute when he’s embarrassed

꩜⸝⸝ hell yeah, im sure he would love your tummy in every single way possible. he loves running his big hands over it, feeling the way it tenses when you laugh, when you gasp, when you shudder under his touch. he loves pressing kisses to it, nuzzling into it, murmuring against your skin about how beautiful you are. he loves holding you from behind and resting his hands on your stomach, tracing slow circles while he kisses your neck

꩜⸝⸝ if you’re insecure about it, he will kiss every inch of you, worship you, whisper how perfect you are until you start to believe him. “never hide from me, my love”

꩜⸝⸝ Ford def loves when you wear crop tops, but will never admit it. obsessed with the little sliver of skin that peeks out

꩜⸝⸝ if you let him cum on your tummy, oh my god, he’ll watch with blown pupils, whispering how gorgeous you look covered in him and suddenly, he is so aware of the fact that he wants to see you full in other ways too. cum-dripping, stuffed-full, round with his seed

꩜⸝⸝ whenever these thoughts visit him he immediately buries his face in his hands because oh no, he's realising he got a breeding kink? but how, Ford how?? you're a man of science! a man of rational thought! (i want to mock him, affectionate)

꩜⸝⸝ Ford loves putting his hand on your lower belly when he's inside you. it’s his fav thing in the world. because that way he can feel himself moving inside you and that drives him absolutely insane, so of course he'll get all desperate and moan smth as “hah—ohh, sweetheart, i—i can feel it—can you? can you feel me inside you?” blabbering mess

꩜⸝⸝ he wants you to know just how deep he’s reaching. Ford wants to hear you whimper, see your eyes roll back, feel your thighs tighten around him. but if you grab his hand and make him press harder??? fuck. he groans so loud. he loses his rhythm. his thrusts get messy

꩜⸝⸝ his breeding kink activates. immediately. he moans about how perfectly you take him, how he wants to fill you up, how he wants to ruin you. “ohh, darling, if i—hah—if i came inside, you’d feel so full, you’d—hah—ohhh, i need to, please let me“ and if you do let him cum inside??? he can’t stop whimpering, can’t stop pressing his hand against your belly, like he wants to see his cum inside you. he will stay inside for as long as he can. he wants to keep it there. he wants to make sure it takes. and if it starts dripping out? he fucks it right back into you because “mm-mm, no, sweetheart, we can’t waste it—hah—just one more, i promise—“

꩜⸝⸝ he loves holding it when he fucks you from behind, loves digging his fingers into your softness. prefers to pull you against his chest while thrusting into you, holding your hips and stomach

꩜⸝⸝ Ford loves having you in his lap, loves the weight of you, the way your thighs press against him, the way you squirm and shift and make him lose all coherent thought

꩜⸝⸝ he’ll pretend he’s focused, but his hands will wander, gripping your body tighter, whispering, “love, can’t think when you’re this close.”

꩜⸝⸝ oh no, oh no please, dont grind against him. you hear me? DON'T GRIND AGAINST HIM BECAUSE THAT'LL TURN HIM INTO A MESS. he gets so stupid. he’ll grip your hips, hold you down, moaning desperately into your ear, getting so needy his dick is about to explode. he’ll beg for you to let him fuck you like that, right there, right then, too desperate to care about anything else. “please, please, sweetheart, just let me, just need to feel you, need to be inside you, please“

꩜⸝⸝ god, at this point im sure he loves you riding his thigh, especially when he's working or writing smth. Ford adores watching you grind against his leg with your soft thighs wrapped around his. “god, look at you, so stunning, riding me so well.” as his hands slip under your shirt, palms gliding over your soft stomach

꩜⸝⸝ “patience, my love, i’m going to enjoy every inch of you.”

꩜⸝⸝ sometimes, Ford gets so worked up, so overwhelmed that he just can’t wait to be inside you, that's why thigh fucking is his stress relief. he’ll slick himself up and slide between your thighs, groaning as the soft, plush heat of your skin envelops him. he’ll kiss you senseless while he does it, gripping your hips, pushing your thighs together tighter around his cock

꩜⸝⸝ he ruts against you like an animal, barely holding himself back, panting into your ear, so needy he can barely function

꩜⸝⸝ if he's cumming on your thighs, he definitely spreads it with his fingers. and obviously he gets horny again as he starts rubbing himself against you, because he needs more

꩜⸝⸝ im getting too deep but. . . if you let him lick it off???

꩜⸝⸝ and if you ride him??? he watches you with wide desperate needy eyes, pupils blown, mouth open, completely dumbfounded by how fucking good you feel and look. “mm—ohh—yes, my love, just like that! use me, take what you need“

꩜⸝⸝ if during thigh fucking, you playfully tease him with “wish this was inside me, don’t you?” ohhh, he’ll cum so fast it’s embarrassing. watching his seed spill over your thighs, dripping down, mixing with your slick, he’ll lose his brilliant mind

꩜⸝⸝ thigh highs are his weakness, if you wear them, he will drop whatever he’s holding. walk straight into a wall. stammer through an entire sentence

꩜⸝⸝ as for other body parts, i think Ford has a weakness for calves. loves running his hands up and down ur calves, squeezing, massaging, kissing his way down from your knees to your ankles

꩜⸝⸝ he’ll hold your legs up on his shoulders while hes making love to you, feeling the way your calves flex and tense with every thrust

꩜⸝⸝ and if you wear heels?? if you wear anything that accentuates your legs??

꩜⸝⸝ try locking your legs around his waist, refusing to let him go. he'll cum immediately “hah—ohh, you—hah—keeping me here, are you? mm, clever little thing“

꩜⸝⸝ back to thighs: when he’s feeling needy, he’ll lie back, pull you on top of him and beg you to sit on his face because he wants to be suffocated between them until he can’t think anymore. he’ll grip them like they’re his lifeline, leaving six fingered marks on your skin, dragging you down against his mouth, moaning into your pussy like a man starved

꩜⸝⸝ i mean, he loves the way you grind down, chasing your own pleasure. literally loves being used

꩜⸝⸝ and yeah, i fully believe Ford may unintentionally (or intentionally) overstimulate his partner, so even when you'll finish, he won't let you go, gripping your thighs tighter, licking, lapping and sucking until you’re shaking and crying, pulling away because it’s too much and he’s still begging for more. “please, please, darling, don’t stop, i need to taste you, i need to make you cum again, please“

꩜⸝⸝ Ford prefers making love to you in positions that let him grab, squeeze and worship every inch of you

[tbaluver]

Spending Halloween With Them- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre/ tags: fluff, slightly silly, might be ooc maybe a/n: hi everyone! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა happy halloween! are any of you all dressing up? :o what are you guys plans! lmk <3 i apologize if im late i know it might not even be halloween for some of you when i post this but i hope you still enjoy ! if you don't celebrate it, i hope you still have a happy day <3

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Xavier:

Xavier didn’t celebrate or see the appeal of Halloween before until he saw on his phone of couples doing festive activities together. Whether it was you or him that suggested doing anything for this month, he wanted to spend these experiences with you this season and every single one in the future.

Peanut Butter and Jelly Costumes. He might accidentally misread your text and accidentally dress up as an actual peanut costume while you dress up as a jar of jelly.

Honey and Bear Costume. This was his idea because you’re his ‘honey’ so it was very fitting for him to dress up as a bear well because-

Prince and Princess Costume. He would definitely look good as a Prince but he’s not dressing up by himself without his princess. Unless you had a different costume in mind, he doesn’t mind wearing the prince costume by himself

He wouldn’t mind giving out candy or doing trick or treating with you but he most prefers cuddling with you while watching a spooky movie. Does not flinch when a scary scene comes up but he’ll make sure to pull up the blanket over you when you’re scared.

If you two were to go trick or treating he'll make sure to give you all your favorite sweets on your pile and will take the ones you don't want.

Zayne:

Doctor Costume. Not just any doctor, a neurosurgeon doctor. He would explain to you that being a neurosurgeon is a costume because it’s different from his job and that he already had his costume set up. Of course he does. You would have to explain to him that he needs to find a different costume that’s not a doctor. A costume that doesn’t involve him similarly from his real job.

Vampire Costume. When he finally caves, which didn’t take that long, he took your suggestion on being a vampire. A vampire usually looks very sophisticated and elegant which was already fitting for him so all he needed was the cape and some fake fangs

Before you both started to give out candy, you both took a stroll around your neighborhood to appreciate the decorated neighborhood in the area.

Your shared home would be decorated for Halloween. Just right outside your door would be the pumpkins you both lovingly carved and selected together from the pumpkin patch. They all sit together with a candlelight flickering inside them to illuminate the intricate designs you both made.

It wasn’t even close to midnight and almost all of your fun size candy and chocolates are gone. Until you found the culprit in the kitchen caught red-handed as he was about to unwrap the next one in his hand. You guys might have to visit the dentist next week.

Rafayel:

Rafayel didn't really understand why humans dress up and beg random people for candy on this day so he's never really done anything for it. But if you wanted to do something with him for Halloween, with no hesitation he try to do anything with you.

He’s either the type to dress up with the most intricate and well thought out costume that he had made throughout the year with you. It would either be dramatic and some high quality costume or he’s the type to dress up as something very specific. Like a random scenario specific to mess with you. “I’m you when you slipped in the shower.” or he’ll dress up as a silly looking fish and say that it’s you.

He would have SO many ideas of what costumes you both could do or what would look good on you that he ended up making all the costumes in the end. I think he would love dressing you up as Lemurian the most, thinking you would look embody the beauty. So the whole day was just a fun little dress up day for you both and many many photos of you saved with your beautiful or silly costumes.

He would also definitely uses his artistic skills to carve out the most beautiful pumpkins with you.

Sylus:

Vampire Costume. Do I need to say more? Kids would ask, if they weren't scared of him, if his crimson eyes were real and he would definitely act the part and play vampire.

Red Riding Hood and The "Big Bad" Wolf costume. He loves the color red on you and the way the corset of your dress compliments your figure.

Devil and Angel Costume. A little basic costume if you two didn't have enough time to prepare a matching one. Although he does love seeing the color red on you, you are his angel and his dove so he doesn't mind being the devil.

You two would enjoy the evening by the cozy fireplace as you wait for the trick-or-treaters to knock on your door. He would pour you a cup of your favorite drink before he pours himself a glass of wine.

He’s definitely the house known for handing out the biggest candy bars and secretly loves it when he hears how children think his home is the coolest because of the mountains of candy he’s given them.

He does give out a little too much but he wants to make sure every kid leaves with an overflowing bag. Honestly he probably bought a warehouse full of candy so you don’t run out for the night.

[whore4gwen]

Re8 Women dating HCs

Contains: Lady Dimitrescu, Donna Benevento, & Mother Miranda

WLW

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Tags: Light talks of manipulation, narcissism, and sadism, mental health issues, fluff, angst if you squint hard enough, possessiveness, slightly unhinged behavior, MY personal head cannons, very slight suggestiveness, Mirandas fucking God complex, isolation, religious elements, cuddling, poor perception of love, & tax evasion.

A/N: Im working on sm things rn it’s not even funny. Despite that, I desperately wanted to post something, so here’s some of my hc. No these are not all my hcs, these are just some of the REALISTIC ones I have. These are based on my own personal perception of these fictional characters. You are welcome to disagree with anything I write, but you’re not welcome to harass me about it. Please keep negativity to yourselfs. Anyways, please enjoy!

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Alcina:

-It’s not that Lady Dimitrescu is incapable of loving another, I just think it’s the way she would love.

-Carnal, possessive, dangerous, a little crazed even. Nothing about the lady’s love is sensual or soft. She’s powerful, domineering, and boy does she relish in it. Of course she’s aware of all the things she could do, all the things you’d let her do. So willing, so compliant, so easy to control.

-Alcina is a narcissist through and through. You will bend to her will, to her every need. You’re hers, after all. (We still love you thou)

-I feel like her love is very incessant, very smothering for lack of better words. She’s not exactly clingy, but she needs you around, she needs to feel your presence.

-Always, and I mean always watching you. Nothing you do will go past her. She needs to know exactly where you are and what you’re doing at all times.

-A bit emotionally manipulative. Of course she doesn’t see it that way, she just wants everything to go her way. What’s so wrong with that?

-I think for the most part she’s a little self aware about her flaws and what not, but I wouldn’t say this with 100% certainty. A big part of her doesn’t really see a problem with the way she is. It’s absolutely normal.

-But to be fair, it’s not like anyone would call her out.. so🤷🏻‍♀️

-Pet names pet names pet names. Alcina absolutely adores them. She only really uses your names unless she’s really pissed. In that case, run.

Donna:

-Shy. So incredibly so that you don’t hear her voice till weeks after working for her. And the way your jaw fell to the ground when you heard it had Angie belly laughing on the ground. If it wasn’t for her, you thought maybe you were hearing things.

-Forgets to eat often. She gets so preoccupied with her dolls, she doesn’t always take the best care of herself. So make sure you remind her to eat:(

-It’ll take AGES to get Donna there, but when you do, she is nothing short of the wait. Very passionate, and a little unhinged.

-Like Alcina, she’s a bit possessive.

-She finally found someone she was comfortable with showing her scare, you’re not going anywhere. You belong to her and that’s final. You’re literally stuck, so get comfortable.

-Values your opinion over everything. Her cooking, her sewing skills, her Garden. Donna swoons at praise. A light pink dusting her cheeks any time you compliment her, no matter how minor.

-Poor Donna has been alone for quite some time now. Touch starved as well as touch repulsed. Have fun with that :)

- Canonically, Donna has really bad mental health issues, which causes her to lash out and make rash decisions. She’s not abusive by any means, just a lot to handle.

-She gets into her own head a lot. Constantly convincing herself none of this is real. That one day she’ll wake up and you’ll be gone.

-I know she has manic episodes. Cannot convince me otherwise. Before you, they were almost unmanageable. Your first experience dealing with Donna during one terrified you. You were so worried about Donna, you had no idea what was happening.

-You tried desperately to comfort her. Unfortunately the voices were stronger than your weak attempts.

-After a while, she finally calmed down and explained that catastrophe as best as she could without scaring you off.

-At first Donna didn’t really understand the purpose of cuddling. It’s not that she didn’t want to, she was just truly confused. After having the significance of cuddling explained to her, she fell in love with it.

-Unironically, she’s the big spoon. She loves holding you, making sure you’re safe in her arms. Now, it’s the only way she can fall asleep.

Miranda:

-This bitch is so crazy.

-All shits and giggles aside, this woman is absolutely sadistic.

-Mind games are inevitable. Especially if she’s truly in love with you, in her dark and twisted way.

-Possessive asf.

-Did I already say possessive?

-Miranda is definitely stingy and will isolate you from your friends/family. Why do you need them when you have her? She’s your Goddess, she’s all you need. Never mind everyone else.

-Definitely the type to tell you to take a nap if you ever say you’re tired of her shit.

-You’re not going anywhere. Nice try, but no.

-I know this is obvious, but her God complex is really top tier. I mean seriously.

-Absolutely loves being worshipped, and not just in the bedroom, if you know what I mean. She wants to be put first, she wants to be your number one priority, your Goddess, your everything.

-She will find a way to incorporate her status & power in everything she does.

-She loves you, but you must always remember your place, under her. Figuratively and literally.

-Despite her cut off personality, she’s definitely a cuddlier. Especially after a long day of failed experiments and aggravating meetings.

-Like Donna, Miranda has been alone for almost a century. She’s so damn touch starved yet also incredibly touch repulsed at the same time. Have fun coping.

-Of course she threatened you if you ever told anyone thou. I mean can you imagine THE Mother Miranda being spooned? Imagine what the public would say.

-Fucking tax evader.

-After she gets Eva back, successfully, she lessens up, but only a bit. Like Alcina, she is the way she is and she doesn’t really see the problem with it.

I want all three of them so badly.

[fanaticsnail]

we love unhinged dirty thoughts >w> they're funnnnn!!!! and aslkdjlkgf if you want my unhinged, tired flavour thought of the day- it is thusly... luffy could ostensibly get off from getting any part of his body being used as a stim chew toy. which is a v v fascinating thought, at least to us >w> - @remisloves

Oh, Remi. I love you. I see your Luffy wanting to be a chew toy and raise you a Kid wanting to be topped and dominated...

Told You You'd Like It

Masterlist Here

Word Count: 1,700+

Synopsis: You suggested something new in the bedroom, and your boyfriend immediately shot it down. You thought that's where the conversation ended, it had now flung from your thoughts never to be thought of by you again. Unbeknownst to you, Eustass Kid was consumed by the thought so much he almost thought on nothing else.

Warnings: Eustass Kid x gn!reader, penetration (reader and Kid receiving), rough smut, anal (Kid receiving), MDNI, 18+, smut, little to no plot, Kid is a switch, dumbification (Kid), Kid is into it.

Notes: I am a little loopy today and thought I'd try something new. Please read the warnings, do not read if it makes you uncomfortable!

Tag list: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

The first time you suggested the idea to him, Eustass Kid scoffed, berated you, and tied you to the bed and showed you exactly who was the dominant one in this relationship. The amount of times he coaxed orgasm after orgasm out of you, putting you in your place as your mind was spared of all thoughts other than how good his hand, lips and cock felt on your skin, had you regret ever suggesting such a notion. 

You had assumed the conversation died there: no more offerings of railing Eustass Kid and attempting something new in the bedroom he was yet to experience. Taking that into consideration, you refused to ask him again out of fear of the fact he'd make you cum on his metal hand again. 

But then he thought about it more. 

The thought alone of being topped, pleasure being pressed into him as he had done so many times before to you, was intriguing. He was wondering how it would feel, having you enter him and stretch his puckered and unexplored hole with your hands or anything else you wanted to try him with. 

And then he thought about it even more. Thinking about how it would feel to reach his depths, picturing how hard he would cum, or if he would even cum at all. The curiosity never ceased, and he needed to know exactly how it felt.

As he fucked you with his cock, his hips smacking with your body and watching your ass ripple with every thrust, he could picture nothing else than what it would feel like if you did the same to him. 

Would you grip his hips as hard as he gripped yours now? Would you bully his ass the same way that he was bullying you? Would he cry out with his eyes rolling back, contracting around you as you were around his cock now? Would he be loud, biting down on the mattress the same way you were, empty of all other thoughts than the way you'd feel caressing his depths?

“K-Kid I'm gonna-... I'm gonna c-cum-... Please can I cum? Please?” you whimpered, your body twitching and overstimulated as you pulsed over his throbbing shaft. He growled your name, forcing your back into a low arch as he pummeled himself into you harder and deeper. 

“Cum, fucking cum now. Cum on my cock,” he barked his order, feeling you ring and contract as you screamed his name through your bliss. He was not far after, painting your insides with ribbons of his cum while whining and panting into your shoulder. He bit down on the back of your neck as he felt his release spurt and splash back within your body. 

After spending time tidying, cleaning up your joint release and bringing back you both your favorite drink, he slung his arm loosely around your shoulders and drew you in close to him. 

Shifting up to look at him, you study his scarred face and noticed something behind his eyes. His gaze was fixed on the wooden wall in front of him, his lips falling into a line and staring vacantly ahead. 

“Are you okay, honey?” your soft question drew him out of his prior hypnosis, his eyes softening with a soothing smile drawing up his lips. 

“Yeah, m’alright Sunshine. Don't you worry, alrigh’?” he responded while muffling his voice against your temple, placing a soft kiss atop your skin. Humming against his touch, you lean into his embrace and nuzzle against his bare chest. 

“So long as you're sure,” you murmur to your lover, pressing your lips to his clavicle and nestling against him to begin to fall asleep. As your breathing evened, you fell into a soft and blissful slumber, your body spent and finally ushering you into the arms of rest. 

Eustass Kid would only dream of being so lucky. No sleep found him as he was consumed by the thoughts of you violating his body, entering his ass and bucking into him with reckless abandon. As the fifth hour of unrest drove him into the wee hours of the dawn, he could no longer stand the thought.

You felt your shoulders shake, waking you from your peace and forcing you to immediately draw up arms and ready yourself for a fight.

“What is it? Pirates, marines, bounty hunters?” you hushed your tone, reaching down and tugging your jacket up to place your arms into, “They above deck? Let's move-.” Kid’s arm clapped around yours, halting you as he gazed intensely into your eyes. 

“-I want you to fuck me in the ass,” he said humorlessly and in the absence of all mismeaning. His eyes holding nothing but all sincerity, almost sheepish in asking you such a request as soon as you woke.

After taking a moment, you held your eyes with his and slowly shrugged the jacket from your shoulders and placed it to the side. Deeply inhaling through your nose, you release a lengthy exhale and attempt to collect your thoughts and lower your heartbeat from the earlier adrenaline spike. 

“And you couldn't wait until the morning?” you slowly drawled at him, glaring up at him through your eyelashes. He shook his head, offering you a soft pout and widening his eyes innocently. You groan and roll your head on your shoulders in disdain for the lack of a full night's rest. 

“Okay,” you nod, gently coaxing him to lie on his back and crawl through his legs, “We'll start small and work our way up to-.”

“-No,” he uttered quietly. You lulled your head to the side, scanning over his face for any inhibitions. Upon finding only a sheepish grimace, his eyes lowered to the ground, and a warm blush rising up his cheeks, you slowly smirk and look down your nose at him with your brow arched high. 

When Kid met your eyes once more, the look you had was foreign to him. Looking possessed, consumed with desire and feral with lust, Kid gulped back his nerves and rounded his caramel eyes up at you. 

“Alright, pretty boy,” you smirk down at him, giving his chin a gentle tap with your index and middle fingers, “Lay on your stomach and arch your back.” You inched your way off him, aiding him to unceremoniously flip onto his belly. Gifting him an ‘L-shaped’ pillow from your side of the bed, you place his chin in the corner and rest it beneath his arms cradling his chest. 

“You're gonna regret not letting me work up to it,” you run your fingers down his spine, halting just above his ass cheeks before you grab at the taut muscles, “But if you're that adamant about it, I'll just go straight in.”

As tears began to sting the corner of his eyes, he bit down on the mattress while feeling your pelvis meet with his in a repetitive buck. You had warmed and stretched him with your fingers as best as you could without his impatience getting the better of him, but as soon as you drew down to the hilt, it was like a switch had been flipped inside Eustass Kid. 

He couldn't think, breathe or move without feeling how far his body stretched to accommodate your actions. Each cruel piston felt all too foreign, but oh so good. He was drunk on the feeling, his body completely dominated and relaxing beneath each thrust and grind. 

Kid whined your name, groaning into the pillow while biting down hard on the plush material. Reaching further depths than he could ever dream, his eyes began to roll as the blunt tip hit his prostate and had his cock twitch in the approach of ecstasy. 

“You're doing so well, honey,” you praised him, gripping his hips and bucking in harder to perpetually hit that sweet spot deep in his abdomen. You rake your blunt nails over his hip and down to circle around his painfully hard cock, choking the tip before pistoning the shaft in the same motion you fucked his ass with. 

Kid couldn't grace you with an answer, his mind finding itself vacant and jaw falling slack, as he drooled onto the flush material. His body began to contract, his balls lifting flush against his abdomen as his cock twitched in your palm. 

He couldn't warn you, his body immediately betraying him by snapping that coil deep within the pit of his stomach and spurting his seed in hot ropes of translucent release. His whined and strangled cry had you smile down at him. The tension on his shoulders fell slack as his body gave into the feeling of being completely spent.

Eustass Kid had never cum so hard and long in his life. Each time he thought his orgasm was close to concluding, another twitching wave shifted through him and pulsed through his cock in a spurt of viscous cum. He felt so full, so complete and stuffed to the brim and he couldn't get enough.  

The duvet beneath him was coated in the sheen of his cum, just as your palm was painted by his dribbling knob. His asshole twitched around you, still sheathed all the way to your abdomen and taking all you had given him. 

“You okay down there, honey?” you cooed down at him, feeling his cock still twitching in your hand as his shaft rapidly deflated. He couldn't nod, couldn't breath or speak without it coming out in incoherent babbling and mumbles. 

All you offered him while inching out of him was a simple phrase whispered into his ear with a gentle kiss on his cheek, “I fucking told you you'd like it.”

He offered a soft grunt in response, burying his blushing face into the pillow to hide his bashfulness. You hummed down in glee, crawling off him and beginning to ready several items to clean both of you up with, just as he did for you hours earlier. 

As you returned back to the room, all you could see was your hulking boyfriend laying flat on his back and haphazardly tucked into the duvet: face flushed, eyes peacefully shut, and a soft smile drawn up onto his lips. 

You would look forward to topping him again, and again, and again: never ceasing to tire from the overstimulated little whines and mewls from him each time you made him cum by fucking his ass. 

There was no denying it now. Eustass Kid enjoyed himself too much to let the situation never occur again. His sheepish grin, innocent rounded eyes, and biting his lips to stifle a blush was all you needed to see to know he wanted it. And you were more than happy to oblige him each time he was consumed with the need.

[aventurineswife]

one request <3 (im really bad at explaining)

how some hsr characters would react to a reader that are into otome games?

HSR characters with a Reader who's into Otome Games

Synopsis: How would some of these characters react to having a Reader who's into Otome Games?

Tags: Veritas Ratio x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Jade x Reader, Kafka x Reader, Blade x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Headcanons, Fluff, Established Relationship or could be read as Platonically, Psychological Themes, Banter, Supportive, Deep Discussions.

Warnings: Teasing, Occasional Dark Humor, Discussions On Morality And Psychology, References To Manipulation, Themes Of Ambition And Power Dynamics, Light Romance, Exploration Of Past Trauma(?).

A/N: I wish there was a HSR mod where we could romance the characters 😪😕

Dr. Veritas Ratio

Ratio would be intrigued by the narratives and character development in otome games, seeing them as an interesting exploration of human relationships and emotional intelligence.

He might initially scoff at what he considers shallow romantic tropes, but upon further discussion, he'd appreciate the complexities and motivations of the characters.

He’d encourage you to analyze the storylines critically, turning your hobby into a learning experience about psychology and social dynamics.

He’d love to engage in debates about your favorite characters and choices, often challenging your views to foster deeper discussions.

Aventurine

Aventurine would tease you about your obsession with fictional characters, using his charm to poke fun while secretly enjoying the playful banter.

He’d be fascinated by the strategic elements of the games, perhaps even comparing life to a game of chance, finding ways to apply his risk-taking mentality to the scenarios.

He might surprise you with gifts that reference your favorite games, like custom trinkets or stylish outfits inspired by characters, showing his support.

Jade

Jade might initially appear skeptical, viewing otome games as frivolous, but would soon become intrigued by the underlying themes of ambition and emotional manipulation.

She’d encourage you to see beyond the surface, urging you to analyze the dynamics of power and desire within the narratives.

Jade might even suggest treating your interest as a business endeavor, perhaps exploring ways to monetize your passion through game-related content.

If you have any game merchandise, she might admire your collection, possibly wanting to trade valuable items or share insights about the game's market value.

Kafka

Kafka would find the psychological elements of otome games fascinating, especially the manipulation of characters and narratives, seeing parallels with her own skills.

She’d casually drop remarks about the games, comparing the characters’ strategies to her own, which could lead to deeper discussions about morality and choices.

Kafka would be especially interested in the character designs and fashions, perhaps wanting to discuss or even replicate certain styles for herself.

If the games feature memorable outfits or coats, she might express a desire to acquire similar pieces, leading to playful banter about your mutual interests.

Blade

Blade might initially express a cynical view of otome games, seeing them as naive distractions from the harsh realities of life.

He would likely make darkly humorous comments about the characters’ romantic dilemmas, providing a contrasting perspective that could spark interesting conversations.

Despite his cynicism, he might secretly enjoy the escape they provide, finding a strange comfort in the fictional dramas.

Blade would likely appreciate the themes of love and loss, connecting them to his own tragic past and engaging in deeper discussions about the nature of relationships.

Jing Yuan

Jing Yuan would appreciate the storytelling aspect of otome games, often relating it to historical tales and strategic narratives he values.

He might offer calm, insightful perspectives on the choices you make in games, helping you to consider the ramifications of those decisions.

Jing Yuan would be supportive of your passion, perhaps asking about your favorite games and characters, fostering a sense of connection.

He’d likely inject gentle humor into the conversation, lightening the mood and making the topic of otome games feel more engaging and less frivolous.

[frillydolle]

colleague rumours　 ─　 𝓗𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓵 𝓛𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻

synopsis: back in his younger days, you and hannibal were colleagues. he acted as your mentor. soon, rumours say that there is something romantic between you both. what will come of that?

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 femreader　 not proofread　 hes intrigued by you　 suggestive touching?

you are a trainee psychiatrist. for as long as you can remember, you've always wanted to help others mentally and emotionally. you saw mental health as something very important.

having a lack of experience in the field, dr. hannibal lecter was happy enough to help you, and hannibal became your mentor. the man who was seen as an experienced and trusted advisor who guides and supports someone less experienced. hannibal was highly intelligent and analytical, and he was very good at what he did.

thought you couldn't deny how you found him so... attractive. was that the word you'd use? you weren't sure.

the two of you got along well. hannibal gave you small pieces of advice and tips to remain calm, let them get comfortable around you, how to help them the way is required, how to react professionally, and most of it, doctor-patient confidentiality. that was the most important.

but just recently, people have been talking about you and Dr. lecter, and.. you weren't sure why. you just dumbed it down that it was because refer you to “dear” or “my dear” but you didn't mind that. that was just... him.

some colleagues agree that there's something going on between the two of you, romantically. but that's silly, isn't it? It's clear that there's nothing between you two that's nothing intimate. colleagues and nothing else. he was just your mentor. he was guiding you and mentoring you.

“doctor-patient confidentiality is important because thats allowing the patient to have full trust in me.”

“well done, my dear.”

you'd be in hannibal's office after his last patient for the day leaves, he would assist and quiz you on your knowledge. you'd think that hes looking at you, well, his gaze would linger more than usual.

when the two of you are sitting on the chair, you'd feel his leg touch yours, accident touch was what you put it down to in your mind. for your quizzes, if you got them right, he'd praise you. if you were wrong, then he'd hint the answer until you figure it out for yourself.

or after a stressful day for the two of you, he'd give you a shoulder massage, or the two of you would share a bottle of alcohol that he has hidden with a cupboard in his office, his fingers brushing against yours as he gives you a glass to use. he'd often tower over you if you're sitting by his desk or the chairs for his patience.

“would you like a drink, dear [name]?”

there were times that hannibal's hand would rest on your lower back if the two of you were walking somewhere or if there was a sort of psychiatry conference for new psychiatrists.

of course, hannibal would always come with you to make sure you're comfortable. but what you didn't know is that he took an interest in you and that's why he was treating you in such a way.

although sooner the rumours being unanswered was the unfortunate side of work gossip. it was only a matter on time until a coworker asked you or dr. lecter what was going on between you two.

“why do you always focus on dr. [name]? she's just a trainee, and you're a busy man. you wouldn't be able to help her everutime she needs it, dr lecter.”

you weren't attracted to him, were you? he was just a mentor. an older man that helped you as an experienced psychiatrist.

“something about her intrigues me. im happy to help her in any way she's needs.”

okay, maybe you got along with him well, but it's nothing big or inappropriate. it was strictly professional, but it always has been.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

six is a die.

poly 141 x reader

tags-minor suggestiveness cause im too lazy to write smut :P absolute shit but i needed to post, written in first person cause i wanted to experiment but i ended up regretting half way through oh well

word count-755

The quiet had settled like a soft blanket over the room. Lights dimmed. doors locked, Dishes washed, and now we were all gathered in the bedroom, bodies draped over the bed in various stages of tired.

I was curled between Gaz and Soap, still warm from the shower, hair damp and sticking to my neck. Gaz was trailing slow fingers up and down my spine, and Soap had one arm slung over my waist, his nose buried in my shoulder.

“M’never goin’ back to single life,” Soap mumbled against my skin, voice low and lazy. “This is heaven.”

Ghost stood at the foot of the bed, arms crossed, watching us with that unreadable stare. But I could see it—the way his eyes kept flicking to my bare thigh, the soft curve of Gaz’s hand on my hip, the way Soap kept shifting his leg just to press closer.

Price came in from the hall in nothing but sweatpants, towel still over his shoulders, and gave Ghost a knowing look. “They’re riled up.”

“Bit obvious,” Ghost muttered.

Price glanced down at me, lifted a brow. “That true, sweetheart?”

I didn’t answer with words. Just let my hand drift under the sheet, fingertips brushing up over Soap’s chest, feeling the way he twitched and let out a soft, breathy curse.

“Shit—”

Gaz let out a low chuckle and nipped at my ear. “Little tease.”

“Who said I was teasing?” I murmured, rolling over onto my back so all three of them could see the way my shirt clung to my chest. I wasn’t wearing much—just that loose, worn tee that belonged to Price and barely anything underneath.

“You gonna do something about it, or just look at me like that?” I asked, gaze flicking between Ghost and Price.

Price didn’t hesitate. He came over, hand gripping my chin gently as he leaned down, lips brushing mine. “You sure?”

I nodded, breath shallow. “All of you.”

Ghost finally moved, tugging off his shirt in one clean motion. Soap whistled low. “Christ, mate—warn us before you do that. I think my heart stopped.”

“Good,” Ghost muttered, climbing onto the bed behind me. “Don’t need you talking for this part.”

“Gonna make me shut up?” Soap teased, but his voice cracked a little when my hand slid down to his waistband.

“Oh, we’ll make you shut up,” Gaz grinned, shifting between my legs, hands firm on my thighs as he dipped his head and pressed a kiss just above my navel.

I gasped, arching under him, and suddenly the room felt hot—body against body, mouth against skin, and the weight of them, all of them, surrounding me.

They didn’t rush.

That was the thing about being loved by four soldiers who knew pain and pressure and control. They worshipped slowly. Reverently.

Price’s hand held mine the whole time, murmuring praise between kisses. Soap tangled his fingers in my hair and whispered filth in my ear between breathless laughter. Gaz explored me like he hadn’t already memorized every inch, like I was brand new every time. And Ghost—God, Ghost—he was quiet but intentional, lips against my throat, hands stroking down my hips, voice low and rough when he finally spoke.

“Look at you,” he whispered. “So fucking perfect… and you’re ours.”

Ours.

That word echoed through me harder than any touch. It was always “ours.” Never possession. Never control. Just... belonging.

I’d never felt more safe, more desired, more seen.

Their bodies moved with mine, against mine, like music—no jealousy, no ego, just heat and mouths and hands everywhere. It didn’t matter who kissed me next, who touched what, who made who moan. It all bled together in sensation and want and love.

Later—sweaty, spent, tangled in limbs and the wreckage of our shared hunger—I laid across Price’s chest, Ghost spooning me from behind, Soap draped over my thigh like a clingy cat, and Gaz tucked up under my arm, lips still brushing kisses to my collarbone.

“Worth it?” Price murmured into my hair.

I smiled, a little dazed. “More than worth it.”

Soap hummed. “Y’realize this means you’re stuck with us. Forever. Even if we fight over who finishes the last biscuit.”

“Even if you snore like a chainsaw,” Gaz added.

“Even if you forget to do laundry again,” Ghost rumbled.

I looked at each of them, hearts bared and bodies close.

“Then I guess I’m the luckiest person alive.”

Price chuckled, low and warm. “No. We are.”

[ceasarslegion]

Anyway if you followed me recently because of my election results post there's a few things you should know about me:

-im a boring left-liberal who works and believes in electoral democracy and doesn't believe in the viability nor the morality of a burn-it-all-down revolution, you won't find any of that here.

-I genuinely like mark carney as a politician and worked for Rachel Notley's provincial election campaign, when I celebrate his win I'm also celebrating him as PM, not just the conservatives losing.

-im a trans man in Bible belt Alberta who grew up a third culture kid in a middle eastern dictatorship, so i do know what it's like to both be systemically oppressed and what its like to live in actual dictatorships. It's because of these life experiences that I'm a boring left-liberal who doesn't take my right to vote and criticize the government for granted and do not ascribe to burn-it-all-down revolutionary politics. I do not believe these things from an ivory tower of suburban isolationism, I believe them from personal experience.

-I work airport security so, if you're going to loop me in with cops and shout ACAB at me for that this is not the place for you

-i believe in solidarity among oppressed minority groups where we have to unite on common ground to tackle all of our systemic oppression as a single force, I do not believe in being divided among arbitrary lines of who is the most or least oppressed.

-i don't tag for content warnings. Not out of meanness, it's just logistically difficult for me to remember everything when I have my own ways of categorizing my blog.

-i enjoy many media properties that have been classified as problematic and irredeemable. I also openly think sex is cool and fun, that fanfiction is not reality, ship wars are stupid, and if it's not harming real actual people that it's not harming anyone. What consenting adults do in the bedroom or the club or the ao3 tag is their own business.

If all of this sounds Coolio to you, welcome aboard. If not, you're probably not going to have a good time here and for your own sake I suggest you step out.

[bullet-prooflove]

Pretty Young Thing: Angel Reyes x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @witches-unruly-heart @keyweegirlie @trhett21 @annetje @infinity-mars @danzer8705 @im-just-a-mississippi-girl @thatonesexycancerian @weiwei02100 @anime-weeb-4-life @harperdoodle @cheyrenee @fanfic-n-tabulous @deliriousfangirl61 @@daydreaming-belle @est1887 @thanossexual @creativitybeware @librarian1002 @mortal--soul @buddinglinguist @wnbweasley @spookyboogyuniverse @skyesthebomb @spaghettificationandpretzels @joyfulfxckery @nu1freakshow @thebaileybugle @legally-a-bastard @bonsaijoons @justreblogginfics

It’s Taza’s fault.

Ever since the other man had revealed that he preferred ass over pussy, Angel can’t stop thinking about it. He’s done anal before, but he’s always been the giver, never the receiver. What makes it worse is that Taza refuses to any of his questions.

“What does it feel like?” He’d asked the other man as he slide into the seat across from him and Taza had laughed before saying.

“Why don’t you talk to that pretty, young thing of yours and find out?”

He broaches the topic whilst the two of you are doing the dishes in the kitchen. Felipe’s playing with Valeria in the living room, so he knows he won’t be overheard.

“I can’t get it out of my head.” He mutters, his hip bumping against yours as the two of you lean back against the work surface. “What if I’m missing something? I mean a lot of guys do it right? So, it must feel good.”

“Do you want to try it?” You ask him, drying the last plate before handing it to him.

He bobs his head from side to side in indecision, it’s a big step even for Angel.

“Let’s experiment a little first.” You suggest. “Go slow, see if you like it.”

It starts with a finger. The two of you are getting hot and heavy later that night, trying to keep things quiet because Valeria is in the next room and Felipe down the hall. You’ve become savants at it at this point, your trysts stifled by hands and pillows. You’re a tease tonight, it’s becoming more and more frequent over the last few weeks because since you’ve been shot you need to regain some assemble of control and if Angel’s honest, he needs to lose it.

When your lubed up fingers trace around his hole, he’s surprised to find he likes it. It’s a sensitive area and you’re an expert at reading him, you can tell he wants a little more from the way his hips arch trying to take your finger. The sound he makes when you enter him, it’s loud and you have to clap your free hand over his mouth to silence him. He gets off on that because his Reina, she always takes care of him, she knows exactly what he needs.

“Touch yourself.” You command and fuck, if he doesn’t obey.

You take him apart slowly, adding another finger, stretching him as you brush over that deviant little spot the one that makes his hips buck and his dick twitch. You can tell he’s close, his movements become more frantic, his breath more ragged. The ecstasy, it’s intense, more intense than Angel has ever felt before. It tears through Angel like an IED exploding through his synapses. Your palm presses down over his mouth even harder as Angel becomes completely untethered.

“You liked that.” You murmur after you’ve washed up, your lips brushing over the corner of his mouth.

The two of you are tangled up in one another, your fingertips ghosting along his cheekbone as he holds you close.

“Felt good.” He mumbles drowsily. He feels so relaxed right now, so loved so cared for. It reminds him of the days before the shooting, before Valeria, when the two of you were just a little wild. It’s been a while since he’s had that feeling, that he hasn’t felt burdened by the weight of his responsibilities.

“You want to try a little more next time?”

He smiles against your mouth, his lips claiming yours.

“I’ll book a hotel.”

***

It feels like the first time that Angel took you to bed. You take care of him the same way as you did back then, with teasing caresses and heated lips that chase over his erogenous zones. It leaves him relaxed and wanting, his dick leaking as you kiss him everywhere but the one place, he needs you too. He whines when you pull away, unwilling to relinquish the contact. You shush him, your lips brushing over his sweetly as you smear lube over the black strap on you’re wearing.

“Don’t worry my Angel, I’ll give you what you need.”

You love seeing him like this, so wanton, so desperate. You enter him slowly, and he takes you inch by inch until the toy brushes over his prostate and he moans like a fucking whore. You dip your head low, your mouth covering his as your thumb ghosts along the line of his jaw. It grounds him, anchoring him in the moment as you begin to move in languid strokes, each one leaving him breathless.

There’s a relief in the sensation, to be the one taken, instead of taking. He didn’t realise how much he needed it until this moment, how much he craved it.

“Harder.” He mutters. “Fuck me like you mean it.”

“You’re sure?” You ask him and he takes your hand, guiding it up to his throat.

“Remind me who I belong to, Mi Reina.” He whispers. “Make me believe I’m yours.”

You absolutely ruin him.

You fuck him hard, your hand squeezing his throat until the edges of his vision turn black and his cock throbs. Everytime, you release him he whines because he can taste nirvana, it’s there just out of reach but you won’t let him touch it.

“Please…” He pleads as the ecstasy surges up through his veins, setting every single one of his nerve endings ablaze.

“Oh Angel, you beg so pretty.” You tell him, that sinful smile crossing your features. “How can I deny my good boy anything?”

Those words…

He feels the flush creeping up his cheeks because Angel, he’s never been the good anything. It taps into something deep inside his psyche, heightens the intimacy as your hand drifts down to his cock, your thumb spreading pre-cum over the tip. You jerk him off in time with your thrusts, each one taking him right to the precipice.

The air rushes out of his chest as the pleasure hits him, it overwhelming, the way it tears through his synapses like a wildfire burning up his sanity. He’s loud when he comes, so fucking loud the guy in the next room bangs on the fucking wall. Angel doesn’t give a shit because the euphoria that’s racing through his system, it’s like a narcotic.

He whines as you withdraw from his body, he feels empty and overwrought in the moment but then you’re back by his side in an instant, the toy discarded. He moans as your hands trail over his sensitive skin, soothing and tender. You kiss his lips and he’s flooded with a sense of security that he has never felt with any other person.

The next day he sits down across from Taza as the other man flicks through a newspaper with his reading glasses on. He glances up, taking stock of the expression on Angel’s face, before a smile ghosts across his lips.

“You tried it.” He says, turning the next page.

“I owe you a beer.” Angel mutters, sliding one of the two bottles he’s brought over towards Taza. “You know for the advice.”

“Why don’t you talk to that pretty, young thing of yours and find out?”

Taza smiles before he picks up the beer and takes a sip.

“Honestly Angel, you don’t owe me a damn thing.”

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[honeyhotteoks]

y’all are seriously not ready for this yunwoo fic im cooking. (which was inspired but one of you lovely anons, your idea literally made my brain light up)

as a little preview —

boyfriend!yunho, best friend!wooyoung, fem!reader

synopsis: one night, you and your boyfriend and your best friend are watching a movie, only you didn’t realize this movie would have a sex scene this long. or that they would notice how uncomfortable it made you. when you finally confess to them why, they take their time guiding you through every life experience you’ve always felt too late for, one kiss at a time.

the tags so far: virginity, late bloomer reader (she’s 26), demisexual!reader, complex relationships to sex, sexuality, and pleasure. fluff, angst, and emotional hurt/comfort, frank conversations about sexual experiences and norms including body hair and preferences, references to disassociation during sex but in the past, bisexual!wooyoung, bicurious!yunho, nervous / inexperienced reader, shy reader, embarrassed reader, slow and i mean SLOW sexual acts, lots of consent, kissing galore, nipple play, body worship, masturbation (f), fingering, oral sex (f receiving), oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, yunwoo teaching how to and reader learning for basically ever sex act….. more to come 🙈

i’m 16k words in and i think im maybe halfway? this one is going to be a doozy. maybe two parts if it makes more sense for posting.

as a small disclaimer, i also just want to say there’s no “right” age to lose your virginity, and also virginity itself is a social construct (something wooyoung is quick to point out in the fic, we get into it) - in this work, reader is 26 which lines up well with the member’s ages, but also is an age where if you lack any sexual experience, you might start to have feelings of shame or embarrassment. i’m not saying that you should, but i understand that’s something that people go through, and this fic explores that.

it also digs into the idea of different kinds of sexual arousal, and without discussing or using the word demisexual, the experience that reader has is meant to mirror that. she is awkward and uncomfortable with sex, to the point that it feels foreign to her, and the way she experiences sexual desires or arousal is different to any characters i’ve written or what she sees in media. for her, she needs a romantic or emotional connection with someone to feel that desire, so of course enter our boys and some classic quiet yearning.

anyways… i’m honestly just so excited for this one and i hope everyone will like it once i get it finished and posted. i’ve been waiting for that spark of an idea with yunwoo for forever, and the anon that suggested them and virginity just made it all click.

more to come, i’m just too excited not to yap about this

[bamsara]

A03 Questions Tag Game

I got tagged by: @kagedbird I tag: @onethirdofimpossible, @coffincrows, (first two that come to mind) and anyone else who wants to do the game

1 – How many works do you have on AO3?

At the time of writing this post, currently 30 fics. (Not including any fics or written works that are not posted to AO3)

2 – What's your total AO3 word count?

1,066,633

3 – What fandoms do you write for?

Formerly: Don't Starve, FNAF, Dragons Dogma, Invader Zim

Currently: Cult of the Lamb

4 – What are your top five fics by kudos?

Solar Lunacy, Celestial Omens, Bytes of Lunacy, The Rehabilitation of Death, Saturday Insomnia

5 – Do you respond to comments?

I try to but I also get very nervous responding because I often don't know what to say back and I feel like it's almost rude or disrespectful to respond to a comment, esp the very nice ones that are long and in-deph with just a keysmash or a bunch of emojis, but I do read every single one since I have email notifications on for them

I'd like to sit down and respond to many but I really don't want to make it awkward so pls dear god readers forgive me

6 – What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't like unhappy endings. I enjoy angsty stories but I like when it's at least ending happy to me

7 – What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Not posted? Solar Lunacy

Ongoing? TROD

8 – Do you get hate on fics?

Not really? Most adults (in my experience) know the 'don't like don't read' rule and know basic online etiquette. I've gotten some for discontinuing a fic or switching fandoms though

9 – Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I don't write or draw NSFW! I like to make some suggestive themes sometimes, but I'm a very ace person, it's not something I do often. (I do have a current running goal that if my friend reaches their donation goal for their medical bills that I would give NSFW a shot, but again its not really my cup of tea)

10 – Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nah I haven't written any cross overs, but I do draw them sometimes. Recently I've been spinning a Alice in Wonderland x COTL crossover in my head.

11 – Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. I've had people copy and paste my work, go in with a thesaurus to change a few words (like changing 'angry' to mad, 'upset' to 'sad', and so forth) to try and avoid detection and re-posted my written work under a different title name. AO3 staff took them down for violating their policy against plagiarism though

12 – Have you ever had a fic translated?

No. I wouldn't mind it so as long as I'm asked before hand, though not on anon so I can actually work with the person to prevent any mistranslations or mishandling, and that I don't want my work posted to other websites

13 – Have you ever co-written a fic?

I think I did when I was a teen but I cannot remember now

14 – What's your all-time favorite ship?

Eh I don't have any favorites, just ones I really focus on for a long while

15 – What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Pass.

16 – What are your writing strengths?

I can sit down for hours or several days and work on a writing wip completely in the zone. I cant do it on command but its at least something I can do

17 – What are your writing weaknesses?

Spelling and grammar, and sometimes long running sentences. I just kinda write, theres not really a goal for it to be perfect though so as long as the story gist and vibe is right, im fine with it

18 – Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've done it before but only minor, had a friend help me with it (one or two lines of dialogue) Aside from that, I'm not comfortably fluent enough in anything to do it again without assistance

19 – First fandom you wrote for?

Soul Eater, when I was wayyy too young to be posting anything on the internet. My fanfics I wrote are still on fanfic.net to this day

20 – Favorite fic you've written?

It's inbetween TROD and EE&E right now