#I would most definitely draw much more if I had the MOTIVATION

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Astarion headcanons because it's been too long and I love this man | Astarion x GN!Reader

Preface: Astarion, as complex as he tries to make himself out to be, is really a simple vampire. There are many ways to make him yours, and all of them don't require rocket science.

THIS MAN DESERVES THE WORLD--also it has been like 8 months since I last posted but shhhh

Warning(s): None

Don't talk about his bite mark scars much, if at all. It doesn't necessarily bother him, but he'd rather not talk about it

If you're an artist of some kind and you draw him, he'll try to brush it off by acting grandeur and arrogant, but internally he'll be twirling his hair and blushing

If you draw what you believe he looked like before being turned he won't react the same way, but he'll stare at it (maybe to try to remember?)

It's no secret that Astarion has sexual trauma. I don't think he'd do well with hypersexuality or someone who wants sex a lot

I don't think he'd mind you being sexually attracted to him--he wouldn't blame you smh--it's not a deal breaker for him

Personally, I think he'd do better if any sexual attraction came second

Like he's said, he needs time to do anything intimate. Not that he'd never do it again, but every time he did it in the past it was for an ulterior motive (or against his will)

He needs a friend first, partner second

Show him he's worth more than his seduction and body

Moonlit night dates

Massage his ears when he sleeps on you

Kiss his wrinkles and laugh lines--softly, chastely

Handle him gently

Do not even think about adding a third to your friendship/relationship. Astarion has most likely never had someone to himself, that would definitely make him feel unworthy/not good enough

Making him slightly jealous might be okay but tell him you find it cute when he's slightly jealous, and you appreciate it. Assure him that it's okay.

After having his guard up for so long it's natural he'll feel uncomfortable being vulnerable--assure him

Assure him a lot. Tell him his feelings are valid and that he's not wrong for feeling x

When he loves you, he loves you wholly. Any sexual feelings he has will come way down the line

When they do, go so slowly. You cannot be impatient, otherwise he'll shirk away, and the relationship will change

I think Astarion would flourish better in a majority nonsexual relationship (sorry x, he's sexy af but his lore and boundaries are more important than his rail-ability)

Compliment him a lot--not anything superficial--compliment him. Compliment him like how you'd want to be complimented by someone you love

If you can, write him poems

If you're going to inevitably die before Astarion; when you start to age he won't love you less--he'll love you more

Your health will always come before his

If you're sick he'll take care of you for the most part

If you're in danger, even if you can handle yourself, your survival is always number 1 to him

Will sacrifice himself for you

Won't accept the opposite, but knows he can't stop you if you did

Would be devastated if you died for him

Genuinely would never get over it

I don't think he'd want to get married in the traditional sense but he would 100% want to do something to prove his commitment

FLOWER CROWN MAKE THIS MAN A FLOWER CROWN

Please just be so patient with him

Don't treat him like fragile glass, but don't be rough with him either

PROTECT HIM AT ALL COSTS

Hug him a lot. He needs it

[dykeyaoi]

I feel like a lot of fanon tends to miss what seem to be three pretty crucial things about Teru, and it's weird because they are easy to miss, but they're also so important that without them he's very superficial. it's part of why he gets so yassified almost every time he's adapted (see: manga into anime into fancontent)

one is that this kid is smart. on my first watch of his debut arc I assumed he was psychically cheating to be one of Black Vinegar's top students. now though I don't think so: firstly, I'll admit, because he doesn't actually seem to have a way to do that except blackmailing other kids for answers or something; but secondly because throughout the series he's just good at figuring stuff out. he picks up complicated psychic techniques more quickly and frequently than anyone else, including Mob. he was the one who almost beat Shimazaki. he figured out that Psycho Helmet was Dimple from the fact that he was a spirit who knew Teru's name, not a lot of info to go on. he draws conclusions in the somewhat haphazard but very clever way a detective does.

two, he's motivated so much by anger. this one's something of a hot take but it's so there to me that I can't leave it out if I'm Teruposting. before meeting Mob yeah he thought he was special and important for having powers but he was also extremely lonely and subconsciously mad at everyone else for not having them. he's the only one who has to deal with Claw he's the only one who has to live alone because his powers make it dangerous for his parents, he's the only one strong enough to be the shadow leader. he'll do it because he's the Protagonist but god he's gonna be pissed the whole time. it's not what he wants (we only get to see what he wants later with Mob and Reigen and everyone else) but it's all he has for a long time. seventh division shows the intersection between I Should Be Satisfied Now Teru and I'm Better Than These Guys Teru very nicely

last and kind of most important is his thing for Mob. I absolutely believe ONE wrote Teru to be queer and he definitely had or has a crush on Shigeo, but I also think that at least part of said crush is him misconstruing his adoration and the pedestal he's put his friend on. until after the Confession Arc, the two of them getting together would be really tricky and probably not good. Mob still feels bad about what he did at Black Vinegar for most of the rest of season one, and the only reason Teru changed in the first place was because of the cavernous gap in power between the two of them. until he declares Shigeo his rival and realizes that he has faults and any destruction he causes isn't perfectly righteous, Teru can't love him.

there's as much to his character as there is to the other main characters, and I get the easy appeal of the flattened version of him but when he's flanderized into this sparkly gayboy who's also sad sometimes, it makes me sad.

[mini-ism]

⋆ warnings: ADULT CONTENT (MDNI). camboy!au, just a lot of masturbation, donations. no beta read i am a man! not my most filthy work lol.

⋆ parings: caelus, dan heng, jing yuan, gepard landau, and blade x reader. NOT SAFE FOR MINORS.

⋆ word count: 813

⋆ notes: CAMBOY!AU, just some fun little headcanons for our favorite boys <3

⋆ tags: @lone-trailblazer @honeykaes @caelisblade

⋆ caelus is definitely the type to stream as a guilty pleasure. it feels so filthy to him, and he can't help but whine and moan in front of the camera for his loyal, adoring audience. babbles and cries leave his mouth as he strokes himself, precum bubbling at his tip, his hips stuttering with every motion. tears form in his golden eyes as he jerks himself, helplessly mewling as cum spills onto his hand. his voice is so pretty as you donate more to his stream, he thanks you with his breathily, whimpering at the slightest touch to his sensitive body. if you donated enough to him, he would gladly hump his pillow, although shame would catch up to him, his cheeks reddening as he realizes what he's doing. his cock is just so sensitive, and his chat really gets him going, he can't just stop if you're donating to him. maybe a one-on-one with you wouldn't be so bad if he knows what's been motivating him to cum his brains out.

⋆ dan heng started streaming as a quick side hustle, he knew he was moderately attractive, and everyone has their specific niche, and he was yours. he taunts and teases his chat with parts of his body, eventually slipping his boxers and pants off to reveal his eager cock. he would smirk and quietly stroke, a sigh leaving his lips every so often. he knew his endearing audience enjoyed how he would look through his eyebrows or stare, smiling ever so slightly at his chatroom's reaction. he never would admit how much he enjoys his audience's reaction to everything he does. originally he was silent and shy, but he warmed up to the camera as he incorporated it into his routine. he never knew the effect he had on his fans, especially you, who would donate to him every time he did something you especially loved. his streams felt so personal, you couldn't help but scream every time you came to dan heng and his perfectly sculpted body.

⋆ jing yuan is an experienced streamer. he knows exactly what makes his fans furiously type in his chat, what makes them donate, and what makes you come every time. he moans and throws his head back as he moves his hand up and down his thick shaft, smiling at the camera, his perfect golden gaze sending chills down your spine as warmth brews in your body. he licks his lips and softly whimpers, watching as donations, lewd confessions, and keyboard mashes flood in. he lazily pumps his cock with his legs spread wide open, usually sitting up but leaning back on his couch or seat. he screws his eyes shut and lets out the sweetest moan every time he cums, his seed spilling onto his porcelain hands. his white hair sticks to his face, framing it as he pants and smiles again into the camera, a sloppy grin spread onto his face.

⋆ gepard landau has an alter ego. he hides behind his username, camera angled from the torso down, his face usually covered with something or out of frame. gepard and the streamer gepard are not the same person. his voice often cracks as he touches himself, his cock twitching in his pants. his moans spill easily, laced with pure, torrid lust. a lust that gepard landau is not allowed to show. his repressed mind is so weak to your comments and your lewd words. words he wouldn't ever dare to think of, actions he performs that wouldn't ever cross his mind, all for your attention and praise. his broad chest heaves as he comes on his abs, his body twitching with pleasure as he moans loudly, hissing through his teeth as he draws his lip between his teeth, his cock dripping with thick, pearly cum. he couldn't ever tell anyone he did this. he and gepard landau are not the same person-- at all.

⋆ blade is an infrequent streamer. of all his fans, he noticed you pop in the most to watch. he cares not for anyone's praises, but when you're in his chat, he works himself as much as he possibly can. he touches himself with calloused, slashed hands, his body no longer receptive, nerves singed, skin scarred. the scars littered over his body are erotic to you, and you've made sure to tell him. he pumps himself roughly, a grunt escaping every once in a while. although, blade is kind of interesting. he maintains direct, almost threatening, eye contact with the camera, ignoring how his cock pleas for more attention, his pretty dick the most sensitive part of him left. precum gathers at the slit of his cock, using it as more lube as he furrows his brows and gazes intently at his camera. he lets out a small shudder as he cums, continuing to stroke without a second thought.

[transforming]

Dane's Unexpected Vacation

Here's a little something I put together, as a commission for @tf-lover, who's been such an amazing friend of mine in the TF community, with a shoutout to his amazing work and his collaborations with @mrwavellswaps! Enjoy!

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It had been a particularly long week for Dane De Bruin. 

It was nearly a year ago when his life changed forever, from being a skinny young teacher who was tired of his life and having to deal with annoying teenagers, to a bona fide magical hunk, and now having a boyfriend in the form of the marvelous Mr Wavell. That was a whirlwind, magic carpet ride of a journey all on its own, not only becoming such a stud but also discovering he probably had powers of his own. Dane worked and trained with Mr Wavell, in the real world and in their home in the pocket dimension, to figure out what magic he has deep within him, as he channeled Wavell’s powers to help others find true happiness and fulfill their hidden desires.

He knew that loads of guys had a kink for soft, squishy pecs like his, and as much as he could make money appear from the snap of his fingers, he also thought about the thousands of pounds he could earn just from showing off his man-tits. That said, he began venturing into social media, posting at least once a week on Instagram for thirsty fans who’d be willing to pay him anything to support him, and even send him cute drawings that would especially highlight his knockers. It got a kick out of him, and in a way, he was helping people feel satisfied and fulfilled, and he was feeling great about that.

On top of all that, most recently he had been helping out Mr Wavell collect testimonials on the Homo Bomb he had dropped on the town of Bellmare, dividing up their research across the town’s residents. It was quite fascinating to see how the magical bomb changed the townspeople, varying from the simple change of straight men turning gay, already gay men turning into their fantasies or crushes, to the rare anomalies of women becoming men. The beach town was definitely a notable case study for the books, and it was worth examining on how happy people could be with the help of sudden magic being dropped upon them, all thanks to his boyfriend.

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However, in the past few days, Dane started to notice that he was getting quite tired, and it threw off everything he had been doing. He felt less motivated to go to the gym, and without a nice enough pump to show off, he delayed posting anything new on Instagram. Even channeling Wavell’s magic for his own use has been more strenuous than normal, and with Wavell busy collecting his side of testimonies from Bellmare, they haven’t had much time to themselves: whether it was to have a bit of fun in the bedroom, to work on strengthening Dane’s magical abilities, or simply to have lunch together.  It was similar to the draining feeling he experienced long before when he was a teacher, dealing with these pesky kids who didn’t listen to him, or dealing with an admin that ignored his needs for support in the classroom – except that he was drained from everything that he enjoyed doing as Dane. 

As much as he hated to admit it, Dane knew he was being stretched thin, and that he was on the verge of majorly burning out. He was in desperate need of a break. One day, when he finally mustered up enough courage, he eventually sat down with his boyfriend.

“Wavell, babe, I need to talk to you,” Dane said, looking forlorn and exhausted.

Wavell walked over from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine in his hand, handing one to his lover. “What is it, Dane?” he asked as they both sat down.

Dane sighed. “It’s been so amazing spending time with and falling in love with you babe. I’ve loved every moment we’ve spent together, and honestly, I wouldn’t trade it for anything else. The magic, our relationship and getting to channel your magic, the sex…” Dane chuckled a bit. “Even this Homo Bomb has been crazy interesting to observe.”

Wavell smiled and wrapped his arm around Dane’s waist as he took a sip of his pinot. “And I love you so much, baby. I still can’t believe you’re my boyfriend after all this time. How long has it been? What, nearly ten months since I made you into Dane?”

“Yeah, just about.” Dane smiled, as he took a sip of his wine. “I love you too, babe. Like I said, everything we’ve done together has made me feel so much happier, and life feels so worthwhile with you…” Dane paused, hesitating for a moment, but enough for Wavell to notice.

“I can sense a ‘but’ coming in,” Wavell said, kissing Dane’s cheek. “Dane, don’t worry, you know you can always tell me anything.”

Dane sighed once more, as he slumped his shoulders and finished his glass of wine in one gulp. “I can’t exactly pinpoint why, but I’m just feeling really drained. I’ve noticed it in the little things. Not feeling enough hype to work out, I don’t feel as strong as I know I could be after all our training and after using your powers, and in general I just feel a bit tired.”

Wavell looked down, thinking about it for a moment. In his experience, he knew that magic was enough to keep one energetic and dynamic, but he’d also heard enough stories of other warlocks and possessors of magic to know that not getting enough rest and relaxation could completely destroy their magic and revert them back to what they used to be, or even worse, drain them out of existence. A few of his own friends had disappeared in the past. He pulled Dane close, kissed him softly, and let him rest his head on his lap, 

“You definitely need some R&R, Dane,” Wavell replied, smiling sweetly as he caressed Dane’s hair. “Your powers are still relatively new, and I don’t want to see you completely drained out when you’re still growing them to their full potential.”

Dane felt tears well up in his eyes, and after a deep breath, he felt them stream down his cheeks. “I know, babe. I just… I didn’t wanna let you down.” Dane sniffled, while Wavell rubbed his V-tapered back, comforting him.

“You’ll never let me down, babe. Never. But you shouldn’t ever be ashamed to tell me you’re tired, or to ask for a break when you need one.” Wavell wiped the tears from Dane’s cheeks, as he ran his hand down Dane’s arm to calm him. 

Wavell smirked as he lifted Dane’s head off his lap and embraced him. “You deserve this break. And luckily, I know just the guy to help you out.” 

Dane raised an eyebrow. “Who is this guy?”

Wavell chuckled. “His name’s Drew, and he runs this new resort where magicians like us can go to relax. It’s a new venture he’s exploring, an idea that came to him when he was taking a break of his own after running Transformation College years ago.”

Dane’s eyes widened in surprise. ‘The guy who created Transformation College is back?’, he thought. “I thought he’d disappeared long ago. He’s around again?”

Wavell nodded. “Yep, he’s back, and he’s hoping, since he’s running a resort, he can take it a bit easier than last time. The college really burnt him out,” he chuckled, “but I think Drew’s Transformational Resort could benefit you. Plus, knowing him well, he’ll cover all your expenses.”

Dane smiled, and kissed his lover with a renewed passion. “I fucking love you Wavell.”

“And I love you more, Dane. You deserve a break, and don’t worry about the Homo Bomb testimonies, I can cover that. For now, all you need to do is relax, yeah?” Wavell smiled brightly. The couple got up and headed towards the front door. Holding hands, they stepped out of the house and towards a little tropical hut with a bamboo door on the eastern end of Wavell’s pocket dimension. “Here we are. Just straight through that door and you’ll be at the resort.”

As he held the doorknob, Dane looked into Wavell’s eyes one last time and held his hand. “I’m gonna miss you. I wish you could come with me,” his voice quivered as he said that to his lover.

“I’m gonna miss you too, babe. But I know if I’m gonna be there, you might not be able to recuperate fully, considering we still don’t know what your magical powers are, if you have any. Plus, I don’t know if we’d even be able to relax at all with how much sex we’d have,” Wavell chuckled. He squeezed Dane’s hand once more, kissing him softly, before Dane opened the door and entered through.

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Once he was fully through, he was quickly blinded by a bright white light. Dane closed his eyes tightly, then when he opened them again, he found himself on the shore of a pristine white beach, on a secluded island completely surrounded by miles and miles of ocean. He could feel the water wade between toes, and the sand stick to his soles, as he looked around, the door to Wavell’s dimension nowhere to be seen. He then noticed that he was shirtless and just wearing a pair of beach shorts, which surprised him. “Woah, this is trippy,” he muttered to himself as he walked off the beach onto the grass further in, seeing a collection of small beachside villas, two larger buildings, and what appeared to be a lobby, where a young, shirtless and handsome stud stood behind a desk, holding a small flower in hand.

Dane walked over to the desk, but before he could speak, the young hunk turned and smiled. “Dane De Bruin?” he asked.

Dane stepped back. “H-how did you know?”

The handsome stud, who looked around college age, smirked. “Wavell told me everything before you arrived.” Dane chuckled, Wavell was always one step ahead of him. “I’m Drew, by the way,” the himbo-looking stud said, reaching out his hand for Dane to shake.

Dane reciprocated the handshake. “Pleasure to meet you, Drew. Did Wavell already tell you why I’m here?” he replied. Drew simply nodded, and quickly turned around to grab a passion fruit tequila welcome cocktail for Dane, handing it to him.

“We offer a lot of services, but our main purpose here at Drew’s Transformational Resort is magical rejuvenation, helping magicians such as yourself regain control over your powers, and come back feeling relaxed and reborn,” Drew smirked naughtily as he spoke. Luckily, Dane didn’t notice. Drew led Dane down a small, rustic path through the resort, passing by the restaurant and then the spa, all of it looked amazing and luxurious. They stopped at a villa, and Drew opened the door. It was a simple space, but a beautiful one too: a king-sized bed with an extremely soft coconut mattress that felt like sleeping on a cloud; an outdoor shower surrounded by a wall filled with orchid vines; a door that led to the back porch, which had its own swimming pool and jacuzzi; and further out, Dane’s own little cove, which was surrounded by coconut palms and hibiscus trees. It was all spectacularly beautiful.

“Wow,” Dane said, blown away by it all.

“I really worked hard on curating unique experiences for all my guests,” Drew replied, smiling as Dane walked around his villa and took it all in. “And first on the agenda for your Ultimate Relaxation and Rejuvenation package is a whole spa day.” 

Dane turned and beamed at Drew. “Lead the way then Drew. I’m so excited for this.”

Drew smiled back and handed Dane his key card for the villa, before he led the way back up the path to the spa. As he looked around, Dane noticed a staff member at the hotel that looked like Drew. Then another one that drove a buggy. And then another at the front desk of the spa. The Drew working at the spa chuckled. “Yep, this whole resort is run by me.”

Dane laughed, impressed. “That’s amazing. So you could basically clone yourself?”

Spa-Drew nodded as he took things from Reception-Drew, leading Dane into a massage room. Dane quickly stripped out of his beach shorts and hopped onto the massage bed, while Spa-Drew placed a pair of AirPods into his ears, which began to play calming jazz music, canceling out all the noise and letting Dane doze off to sleep as Spa-Drew got to work. Once he knew that Dane was completely asleep, thanks to the binaural beats he added to keep Dane asleep in a deep trance, Drew took out a magical kit of essential oils, ointments, scrubs and tools. He smirked, and opened the bottle of plumeria essential oil.

Rubbing some between his hands, Drew began massaging Dane, kneading his back muscles and defining them even more till they were shredded. Reaching his shoulders, Drew built up Dane’s traps, and broadened his shoulders just a bit, his hands defining Dane’s delts, then worked his way down his arms and sculpting them like clay, defining them even further till they looked more youthful and strong. As Drew rubbed the oil all over Dane through the massage, a golden sun-kissed tan began to seep across Dane’s body, washing out his pale white skin until it looked like he spent a lot of time at the beach, and all his body hair receded, leaving him smooth and supple like a baby.

Drew smirked as he peeled off the towel that covered Dane’s ass. Lathering his cheeks up with more oil, he massaged them and rounded them up till they were bubbly yet firm with muscle. Finishing up the backside, Drew knuckled down on Dane’s thighs, shaping them till they were like well-defined tree trunks, and softly pressed on his calves till they gained a more aesthetic diamond shape. Upon reaching his feet, Drew squeezed every part –stretching Dane’s toes, knuckling his soles and pressing his ankles, till Dane’s feet shrunk by just a bit to accommodate his now slightly shorter stature.

Drew took a good look at Dane’s backside before turning him over, lifting Dane up with ease as if he were a paper doll. Once Dane was fully turned around, Drew chuckled as he continued pouring more oil all over Dane’s body. Fondling Dane’s pecs, Drew squeezed the soft, supple man-tits till the hairs receded and the pecs were more sculpted and firm with muscle, then worked down on his abs and sculpted each one till the ridges were sharply defined and looked like a washboard. Since the legs were technically done, Drew simply ran his oiled-up hands over the quads and shins, which caused any remaining leg hairs to completely disappear, then lifted up Dane’s arms to pour a strong, musky oil into it, rubbing it into his pits until the rest of his body began emanating the same intense smell.

Dane’s body was completely transformed, from looking like a big muscular Daddy to a young bodybuilder physique, but Drew wasn’t quite done yet. He smirked as he lifted the still-sleeping Dane across the room to a parlor chair, then grabbing the rest of his tools. First things first, Drew applied some shaving cream onto Dane’s face, massaging it deep into his jaw, then pulled out a razor and began shaving off all of Dane’s stubble and precious mustache. No stubble or facial hair was left behind, as Drew left Dane’s face squeaky clean like a baby. Grabbing the aftershave, he mixed it with some of the plumeria oil and massaged it into Dane’s face. It began to reshape, as his skin began to pull tighter as it regained its youth, pulling Dane back a few years in appearance till it looked like he was in his mid-20s, but the aftershave prevented him from growing any facial hair again. 

As he kept up his work, Drew massaged the upper part of Dane’s face, the golden tan creeping up and washing his face, as Drew reshaped Dane’s eyes to have a more almond-like, distinctly Asian shape, while plucking out his eyebrows to define them further and make them look less bushy. Carefully, Drew opened Dane’s eyes and popped in a pair of dark brown, permanent contacts, and pierced Dane’s ears with simple silver diamond studs, making him look even more youthful. Finally, Drew pulled out a pair of scissors, a shaver and a comb, and cut off Dane’s luscious locks till his hair was shorter, with tapered fades on the sides, like a jock’s type of haircut, then topped it off by rubbing some coconut oil into hi hair until Dane’s rich brown waves turned jet black and straight. Dane was too deep in slumber to notice anything amiss, or even feel what was going on, he just felt very relaxed.

Once it was all finished, within just an hour of Dane’s arrival at the resort, Spa-Drew handed Dane over to one of the other Drews, who took him back to his villa, and dressed him up in a tank top, gym shorts and sneakers, and pulled out the AirPods. The magic of the massage and the oils Drew used had definitely rejuvenated him, and had helped rebuild the strength of his magical powers, but gave him a completely new appearance.

It was around sunset when Dane finally woke up, feeling plenty rested after having slept for most of the day. He smiled. “Fuck me, that –” Dane shut his mouth. His voice. It sounded different. Younger, for sure, but it wasn’t the deep, gravelly voice he knew to be his own. He looked down and saw a fitter, more shredded body than his, and his eyes widened. He rushed over to the mirror, and finally saw what had happened – he looked nothing like how he came in – he now had the appearance of a young Asian jock.

“Do you like the new look?” Drew said, leaning against the doorframe leading to the cove. “Enjoy your vacation, Dane. Just relax, get away from it all, and enjoy the new body – it’s yours until you get bored of it!” Drew chuckled as he ran off, leaving Dane stunned.

How will he explain this to Wavell when he goes back?

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[archie-sunshine]

YEAHH THE RUNG ERA!!

GIVE US ALL YOUR RUNG IDEAS!!

also the way you draw Meg’s shlong oh my gawd holy moly I’m panting 😩

OK SO I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAINNNNNN!!!

OK! SO FIRST OF ALL TO PREFACE I FULLY BELIEVE THAT THERE ARE NO ULTERIOR MOTIVES FOR RUNG TO BE FRAGGING HIS PATIENTS, HE GENUINELY ONLY WANTS THE BEST FOR THEM.

that being said, I hc that rung happens to have an incredibly high libido. I think he has exceptional self control, because he has no shame about sexual self care or what he finds arousing or sexually stimulating, so he probably is VERY regular about masturbating, and thus, is not nearly as pent up as most other characters I write about.

I think as a dominant rung tends to be very clinical with his patients, very patient, giving, allowing his patients to learn and express their desires in a safe environment. He'd definitely be very big on like bdsm tests and safety and safewords, his form of control would feel less like dominance and more like guidance, which could be strange for bots who frag a lot and aren't used to bots using terms like 'session plan' and 'internalized shame' during sex.

I also feel like he has a lot of theories surrounding the use of sex as part of healing from trauma, which should be pretty evident considering the way i draw him fragging. I imagine he's acutely aware of the fact a lot of bots on the lost light have issues with vulnerability and submission, and rung would probably use something like that as a foothold to introduce the idea of 'hey maybe if you let me take the reigns in a fun sexual situation, you could find handling a lack of control easier in your day to day life!' I do think that rung would in many ways get off on the submission of others, though it sounds predatory when put that way. I think Rung likes making bots feel good and seeing them relax in a way that following sexy orders does.

In addition to that, I think rung has a mild(huge) fixation on messing with bot's valves, specifically bots who usually spike. Even if he is typically more a valve than a spiker, i think he does enjoy giving valve oral or fingering a lot.

I also think he especially has a bit of a thing for size difference, whether he's fragging with a bot as huge as fort max or one as little as minimus. I do think his sterner side comes out to play more with bigger, more reluctant bots, though he's never really truly mean so much as chiding or scolding.

MOST IMPORTANTLY THOUGH! AND I BELIEVE THIS SHOULD GO UNSAID!

Rung is the MASTER of aftercare. he's a big believer in skin to skin contact(plating to plating contact??), so it's lots of petting, snuggling, hugging, hand holding. I think he would likely warn a partner coming down from a scene that he was going to stop touching them if he had to go get them energon or a towel or something, but he would try to keep at least one point of contact.

So yeah! valvedom/gentle dominant rung is my favourite hc for him personally. I'm sure you can sense a theme with my enjoyment of 'tiny top big bottom' but I think you'll forgive me for that right?? right?? yeah.

[sneepseverus]

Snape as a Student Headcanons

We all know Snape is highly intelligent and incredibly well-spoken. I think he excelled in all subjects when he was a student and that most came very easily to him. Before Hogwarts, I imagine he was a math whiz and science geek, the dictionary definition of a nerd. You could find his nose in a book when he had free time or if the subject being taught was boring/something he already knew. I think history would have been his least favorite subject.

Outside of the classroom, you could find him at the library reading all sorts of genres. I think he enjoyed fiction the most, though. As a young kid, he was highly imaginative and creative.

Severus absolutely despised working with others and never cared to raise his hand, even when he knew the answer. He consistently received comments like, “Severus is an independent, self-motivated student. He easily grasps new concepts and generates neat and careful work. However, he often has trouble paying attention and working in small groups. He could benefit from participating more and learning to work with others.” Despite these comments, he wouldn’t have changed his behaviors. School is about learning, not impressing teachers and classmates.

Severus never recognized that he was significantly smarter than average, though. If someone couldn’t grasp a concept that came easily to him, he wouldn’t understand their lack of understanding. “Just read the textbook! All the information is there!” he would think. His teachers would probably force him to tutor other students, leading him to resent them even more (or maybe he’d fall in love with them. Who knows?)

I don’t know if art ever came naturally to him, though. I think writing would have been one of his strong suits, but what about drawing, painting, or music? I can see those areas being the few things that he was horrible at, but I can understand if some people think otherwise. I also imagine he would have be good at learning languages, but I don’t know if he would have taken the time to learning a second language, most likely because he couldn’t imagine himself ever leaving the UK.

I do wonder how the bullying and his home life would have affected his academics. On one hand, I could see him using school as a distraction, so he would continue to succeed, and his teachers would have no reason to worry. On the other hand, the trauma may have affected him in all aspects of his life, causing him to lose motivation. If he started to slip, I doubt his teachers would have stepped in, though. I don’t think he would have had a strong relationship with any of them, and they might have just attributed his poor marks to being influenced by the wrong crowd or becoming lazy.

Despite being smart, I don’t know if Severus would have cared that much about his marks and exam results. We know that as a professor, he only allowed students who received an O to take his NEWT-level potions class, but that could have just been because he wanted to teach as few students as possible. As a student himself, I think he would have received high results without really trying too hard, so he hardly ever stressed out.

I’m curious to know what you all think, too (especially if you’re from the UK/know more about the school system and culture there, particularly during Snape’s time).

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Sam Carpenter･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ

NSFW Alphabet

Scream Masterlist | Main Masterlist

CW: Afab!Reader, Switch!Sam, safeword use, rough sex, strap-on, tribbing, masturbation, bdsm, roleplay, edging, oral

Aftercare

Sam’s the sweetest after sex. She always double checks that you had a good time, and if things were on the rough end she’s so attentive and verbally/physically affectionate.

Body part 

On herself: Not a part, but she likes her muscles. They constantly come in handy and the way you look at them drives her absolutely wild.

On you: Your thighs. Something about how soft and vulnerable they are just really appeals to her.

Cum

She likes the thought of cumming with you. It’s not always practical, but she experiments with tribbing and invests in a cumming strap-on to indulge the idea.

Dirty secret

As a rule, Sam tries not to keep secrets from you. She tells you all of that kind of stuff either before or very soon into your sexual relationship.

Experience 

Enough to know what she’s doing. She’s definitely passed the shy stage.

Favorite position 

She likes to see your face and (usually) be on top, so straddling you and missionary are her go-tos.

Goofy

In your less passionate, more sweet hook ups Sam is so silly and cute. You’ll straight up giggle and joke around while she’s ‘balls-deep’ inside of you. Other times she’d definitely rather be serious though.

Hair

She’s got a short bush of hair down there.

Intimacy 

It can go two ways. She can be so romantic and make love to you like you’re the most precious thing on earth. Or she can be so rough and fuck you like you’re her own personal sex toy. It just depends on your moods.

Jack off

It’s not like she has anything against it but she’d much rather wait and get off with you.

Kink

Oh, Sam gets kinky. It’s not a dealbreaker if you’re not, but if you’re up for it the two of you at least dabble with roleplay and bdsm. She gravitates towards domming, though when she’s as comfortable with someone as she is with you she’ll sub just fine too.

Location 

She’s a keep it in the bedroom kind of girl. She doesn’t want to accidentally bother anyone else.

Motivation 

You being yourself is quite the turn on for Sam. Every time you make her laugh, or patiently let her vent to you, or anything like that her attraction for you and her libido skyrocket.

No

Nothing that can too easily go wrong like drawing blood, choking or electricity play.

Oral

Sam’s a giver by nature and this is no exception. Your pleasure is her priority -and a huge turn on. Not that she would ever decline an offer to return the favour.

Pace

Like with intimacy it depends on the day. You two have had sex at every pace there is.

Quickie

She down for them but usually she only initiates them herself if she’s feeling emotional. For instance if she has something crappy going on in her life that she needs distracting from.

Risk

As brave as Sam is, she gets her fill of risks elsewhere, she doesn’t want any more, especially not at your expense.

Stamina 

In theory Sam could go all night, but she usually puts so much of her strength and effort into the first round that both of you would be lucky not to totally tire out by the second.

Toy

The two of you decide on toys to get together, Sam likes experimenting with them. Though a good deal of the time she still only uses her strap, if that.

Unfair

If edging / orgasm denial are kinks you’ve agreed to she’s more than happy to tease you those ways. However, again, she is a giver so it’s hard for her to deny you for very long. She can honestly tolerate being teased for longer than she can tolerate teasing you.

Volume 

Sam isn’t too loud, her moans are low and breathy. Most of her volume comes from smooth dirty talk and confirming consent.

Wildcard 

Her safeword definitely gets used. There are kinks she has that can be fine to practice one day but unexpectedly trigger her another. She’s also a very attentive dom and the type to tap out not because she’s at her limit but because she’s pretty sure you are, even if you haven’t realised it yet. It’s a little overly cautious but she’s usually right.

X-Ray

It’s not always clear with her clothes on, but Sam’s body is STRONG, glorious even, like you’d expect from a warrior (and she does have the scars to match that descriptor).

Yearning

Sam is used to reigning in worse urges than her libido, so while her sex drive is decently high it never becomes a distraction for her.

Zzz

She’s so into cuddling and pillow talk afterwards, it can easily lead to you falling asleep in each others arms.

[itsonlydana]

"passenger princess" | chapter four

the hobbit | a modern!AU by itsonlydana

❱ pairing: Thranduil x fem!reader

❱ wordcount: 3,3k

❱ summary: a ride home

❱ warnings: none

❱ an: could he be any more perfect? y'all, tell me if you have some guesses how this will go on🤭

general m.list + series m.list

🌿 reposts and comments are appreciated, they motivate me a lot - especially with longer projects <3

CHAPTER FOUR: STARS

"Come on, I'll give you a ride."

You whirled around to Thranduil, ready to argue that it was far too late considering he had to work the next morning. You'd imposed on him too much already, the kitchen was in a state that would need a deep cleaning and the boys would certainly sleep in.

"You don't have to," you tried as he passed you and grabbed his coat from the counter. "In fact, you shouldn't–"

Pushing his arms through the coat, Thranduil flipped the collar up and sorted his long hair over his shoulder. He seemed unbothered by your protests and continued to slip into his boots. "I forgot something at work that can't wait anyway, so grab your shoes."

Pursing your lips but swallowing the pouty reply you wanted to throw at him for ordering you around, you slipped into your sneakers, glaring at him while hugging Legolas and Gimli, and then Aragorn Goodbye.

Gimli even dared to wink at you, shoving his elbow into your side with a rumbled: "Fun ride"

Naturally, you punched his arm for that.

Your bag shouldered and the phone that continued to light up with messages shoved deep into it, you followed Thranduil out into the surprisingly cold night.

The gravel path leading to the, well, almost mansion, crunched under your footsteps, filling the silence that you yourself didn't know how to break.

Your last conversation didn't offer much transition to normal small talk, and you didn't want it to.

You wanted to be wrapped up in the warm flirt in his voice, in that heated look that he had thrown you as you'd left him in the hallway.

The nerves of the skin he'd touched still fizzled and ached for him to return his hands onto you, an itch that only he could scratch, a burn for him to sooth.

That though, was most definitely not what you would say right now.

But you didn't want to spend the rest of the way in awkward silence, so you resorted to the manners Thranduil valued. Not only because he worked as a lawyer with a very important –rich, conceited, snobbish– clientele, but because he still held onto the hope that some manners would rub off on Legolas.

"Thank you for offering to drive me." You bit your bottom lip through a smile that has him cracking one as well, soft lips breaking up the stern expression his dark eyebrows sometimes gave him.

"Don't," Thranduil shook his head, the movement sending some of the shorter strands framing his face back over his shoulder, "knowing you're home safe gives me a peace of mind. I wouldn't have been able to sleep if you were waiting on some bus right now."

"Well," your cheeks grew hot, "thank you anyway"

Turning to the road you watched your shadows move in sync, the lights of the house falling through the trees lining the way and flittering on the gravel like scattered fireflies.

You saw how his shadow stepped closer, your hands dangling close enough that one small movement would've led to them brushing against each other. The space was small, easily crossed yet it stayed that way for the rest of the walk.

It wasn't the time.

Not right now; nevertheless how fucking close you had been to kissing him in the hallway.

Arriving at his car, he opened the door of the passenger side, your place, as Legolas had once joked.

He had a point because after Thranduil had first picked you up from the bar, he'd come to your rescue many times, and he helped you to the passenger side first each time, as if he wouldn't allow anything else.

You didn't complain.

Sitting next to him allowed you a perfect view of those sharp cheekbones and cutting jawline that your hands itched to cup and draw your fingers along of. Not only that but whenever the whole group was being driven around, you could enjoy the drive without a shoulder nudging yours or a hand reaching over to open a window.

As you sat down, you took notice of the seat setting, namely how it was perfectly adjusted to you.

If Legolas had ever ridden with his father, you always had to pull forward, because Legolas, in addition to his looks, did, of course, inherited Thranduil's incredibly long and enviable legs to tower over everyone else. A gift he constantly misused to kick you, or to rest his arm on your shoulder.

Once seated in the car, you pressed deeper into the fabric of the seat. Even the headrest was perfectly at your height, so you didn't have to do more than place your bag in the foot well.

As Thranduil's door swung open a gust of chilly air rushed into the already cold car, prompting you to roll your shoulders and hug your torso.

Apart from your shirt, you hadn't brought a jacket, considering it had been warm earlier when you stashed your backpack in the dorm after class.

Thranduil folded himself into his seat, his long legs first, and shamelessly you stared at him as he elegantly lowered himself and tossed his hair over his shoulders before pulling the door shut.

Another flood of cold air.

This time Thranduil noticed how your arms wrapped tighter around yourself and without saying much, he turned slightly and reached behind his seat.

"Here," in the silence of his car, his voice sounded even deeper and the warmth in it was almost enough for you when he'd already put something in your lap. "And don't you dare tell me it's not necessary. Not giving you a choice!" he ordered, a teasing smile taking out all the sterness of his tone.

"Thank you," you breathed, unfolding a navy blue sweater, one that had a white deer stitched over the breastbone, and as soon as you pulled it over your head, the world flimmered at its edges, reducing to just the inside of this car.

"It's not washed, but I promise you it's clean."

Which you couldn't care less about, not even a flying fuck was given toward this precious item of clothing that rocked your world and completely spun it out of its axis.

This was his sweater, his clothing that he gave up for you. This happened in dreams, in books and stories and wishes and hopes– not in the real life.

Maybe this was another thing that separated Thranduil from those Fratboys and overmasculine guys that thought the most romantic thing they could do was pop a mint-gum before smashing their mouths onto yours in slobby kisses.

He has years of experience against their lousy teenager moments.

The sweater smelled so much like him and his house, only much stronger. His scent, rich, full of his perfume and him, took over all your senses. The fabric was so damn soft, so warm, so cozy; you were ready to sink into it and never leave.

Literally, because even sitting down, the waistband bunched up in your lap and you would have had to push the sleeves back, but you made yourself comfortable in the way too big sweater.

Thranduil –most likely unintentionally but who knew– seemed to have decided on torturing you in the cruelest way possible, and maneuvred the car one heel of the palm on the steering wheel, and the other conveniently placed behind your headrest, his head angled so that he could watch through the back window instead of the mirror.

That position, arm outstretched, muscles subtly flexing and his prominent jawline close enough that it could cut your held breath in two, did unexplainable things to you.

If anyone asked you would deny that this movement alone had you blushing and your stomach curling, heat rushing through your body over something so simply yet breathtakingly beautiful and assertive.

He caught your gaze quicker than you could have fixed the blown-wide look on your face, the corners of his mouth twitching.

So he did know.

You laughed softly, "Show off."

His grin became sly. "No idea what you're talking about," he murmured, low and deep and very much a lie.

"Besides, there could've been something behind the car, who knows," he said nonchalantly as he steered the car toward the front gate, the black, tall halves that opened for you at the push of a button.

My ass, something behind the car, you thought and coughed to cover up a laugh.

The mansion grew smaller in the rearview mirror, hedges and tall trees framing the white brick facade and gray shingles until the last of the lit up windows was nothing more than a small dot that disappeared after blinking.

There was something special about driving around at night. The lots in the area where Legolas and Thranduil lived were large, as were the houses and the distance between them, and unlike the city, you were the only ones on the streets.

The night was dark, the sky black, like ink and endlessly stained with countless stars that you couldn't see from your dorm room due to the many skyscrapers and their ever-shining lights. At your place, it was loud and bright, and you leaned back in your seat to watch the sky through the window in front of you.

There was no one else on the road, not this time of night, not in a neighborhood where most didn't even need to work much: no headlights, no cars, no one else but Thranduil and you.

Where that awareness would've brought a subtle panic and anxiety with it a while ago, there was tranquility instead.

All worries about the crush you harbored for Thranduil and how he could find out were replaced, softened up by the memory of his hands on your body, that damn painting burying itself into your back and the sharp edges reminding you that this had been very much real.

This was very much real.

"You're thinking very loudly."

You turned your head, furrowing your brows at Thranduil, "Am not."

He scoffed. "No, darling, you most definitely are. I have never met anyone who is that bad at keeping a straight face." Thranduil switched the lanes, this time checking the mirror and meeting your gaze in it, "Next time we play poker, please remind me to bet on your cards."

Huffing and rolling your eyes you did what any other adult in your position would do, and stuck your tongue out at him. "Maybe I won't play poker with you anymore, how 'bout that?"

"What's your other option? Legolas is good but honestly- the boy would throw his cards away for Aragorn," Thranduil mused and when you laughed he raised his thick eyebrows once, "It's me or Gimli, sweetheart."

You didn't even need to think back to the last poker game you'd played with Gimli, that was too far away and this evening's endless round of Monopoly sufficed generous arguments against him as well. Why you've ever thought it was a great idea to play any competitive game against the most thick-headed people was a mystery on its own.

Another shudder ran through you then, but not because of the cold– the sweater provided so much warmth and your cheeks burned from smiling so much, but rather because your mind did in fact remind you of the faithful poker night. The most chaotic one in the history of poker games.

"Oh," you exhaled a deep breath.

Thranduil's head turned and you made a point of looking thoroughly distressed.

"I don't think I'll ever recover from the awful talk I had with Professor Gandalf." Your whole body shudders just like then, transporting you back to the awkward shuffling around, the stuttering and the many, many, many excuses you'd babbled.

"It couldn't have been that bad," Thranduil said and then, tilting his head as you slowly shook your head, he added an unsure: "Right?"

"Thranduil," you stared at him, barely noticing how the corner of his eyes crinkled at his name out of your mouth, "Thranduil– I was piss-drunk and sent my 70.. or hell, 80-something Professor an E-Mail…at three in the morning. With just a winky smiley!" Your voice had taken on a desperate edge at the end, cutting it close to such a high pitch that you fell breathless into the seat.

All the while Thranduils laughter grew and grew until he gasped for air, his one hand swatting dramatically in front of him. "Mhm.. oh yes, I'll never get tired of hearing it," he giggled, a sound that did not fit the first impression most people got of him.

"Yeah you can laugh all you want," you tried to come across as stern though failed miserably at the sight and sound of Thranduil chuckling. He made it impossible to do anything else but smile. "Jeez, thank god the old man found it funny as well. I think I would've died if I'd sent it to Professor Sauron instead. He hates me."

Thranduil opened his mouth, then closed it again.

A bit quieter than you expected he started again after a while: "This may be delusional since my line of work shows me the worst of people, sides you wouldn't think exist, but I think that you are the loveliest woman I've ever met. That Professor must be out of his mind to hate someone as clever, beautiful, and magnificent as you."

Those words, coming out of his mouth shot you straight into the heart, hollowing out that pit in your stomach and filling it endlessly with messy butterflies and fireworks in such an overtaking force you couldn't find it in you to answer.

You knew he liked you, or at least appreciated your presence.

You had felt it earlier, had seen in his eyes that he was interested and oh– that this picture-perfect specimen of a man would look at you like that was more than you could want.

It had been such a far-fetched wish that there would be anything else except this lust that hearing him compliment you, raising you to a pedestal you never dared to dream about, was astounding and unfathomable.

Thankfully, Thranduil put you out of the misery of searching for something equally important to retort.

He reached over to rest his hand on your thigh, calming the slight bouncing you'd fallen into. "I know it's nothing like Legolas poetic words."

The heavy air that had taken hold of you lifted as you let out a breathy laugh. "He's an idiot. Took after you, am I right?" you teased and slightly flicked a finger against the soft skin of his hand.

You didn't know what led to that sudden contact, one he mostly initiated wherelse you didn't dare to act upon more than friendly handshakes or brushing his fingers while passing the butter or salatbowl.

He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows teasingly, "When they grew him in the lab I made sure to tell them to crank the dumbass level high enough as to not let an identical version of myself get loose on the world."

You pretended to frown, sizing him up and down, "Surely they should have added less then."

The disgruntled snort coincided precisely with a playful tap against your thigh, a swift movement you couldn't have defended against. The moment his hand made contact with the outer part of your leg, you heard the smack, felt the entirely harmless and certainly not painful pull, and your jaw dropped as you stared at Thranduil.

"You didn't just do that!"

"What?" Thranduil blinked innocently at you.

"Ohh, how dare you pull off the eyebrow thing."

"What eyebrow thing?"

"You know," you raised a hand and gestured towards his entire face, which now turned back to the street with a far too sly grin. "That thing you do. You raise those thick eyebrows and open your eyes wider like you're patronizing me and act all virtuous at the same time."

"I have no idea what you are talking about," he said and did exactly what you'd just explained.

You simply glared at him and flicked his thigh as well.

The car turned, departing from the serene country road to navigate through the sparse traffic of the city streets.

Instead of stars, blinkers and billboards now raced past the window, casting their bright lights on you and immersing you in a cascade of brightness that prompted you to blink a few times.

Previously, where it had been just you, Thranduil, and the hum of the engine, you hadn't realized how comforting those few sounds were. As Thranduil drove along the main street, more focused and enveloped in the watercolor hues of the city, you almost asked him to turn around again.

A yawn overtook you just as you wanted to reply to his compliment from before, feeling slightly dazed by the atmosphere, cutting you off just as you said his name.

"Oh god," you mumbled and checked the display for the time, "How can it be two already?" Unconsciously you cuddled the sweater, burring your nose in the seam while fighting another yawn.

Thranduil turned his head and a soft smile played his lips. "Nearly there, sweetheart. When do you have to be up again?"

You groaned, rubbing a hand over your eyes, "Eight? I think… maybe eight thirty if I skip breakfast and rush straight to uni." He tilted his head and you shrugged, "Eight fifteen and a small breakfast?"

Satisfied he nodded. "Better."

It was such a small thing that he cared about, though the heat rushed into your cheeks all the same.

He parked the car right in front of the dorm complex and after peeling yourself out of the comfortable warmth he led you to the main entrance.

Not wanting this night to end, you took your time searching inside your purse for the keys, fumbling around and pushing some mints and loose papers back and forth until you couldn't drag it out any longer, and then some more finding the right one.

Thranduil waited patiently, leaning against the brick wall, the headlights of cars washing his ivory skin silver.

"So," you said as you couldn't drag the goodbye out any longer.

"So," he repeated.

Standing together in the small alcove of the entrance felt more confined with the tension between you, drawing you closer to him.

Tilting your chin towards the ground, you looked up at him through half-closed, weary lids. "Thank you again. For driving... and thank you for what you said. It.. that whole speech, y'know? That means a lot to hear it and like especially from you."

Thranduil smiled. "Anything for you," he whispered.

Then, he withdrew his hand from his coat pocket. Your eyes followed as he approached your face, his fingertips gliding over your temple, following the curve of your eyebrow until he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and cupped the back of your neck.

Yielding to the gentle pressure, you let yourself fall into the embrace he pulled you into. His coat cascaded down your sides, brushing against your knees pressed against his, and as he rested his chin on your head, you couldn't help but sigh contentedly.

Even though you stood there, fully clothed in street attire and the entrance of your home, it was as close as you could imagine to falling asleep with him. And you nearly did.

"Goodnight, darling." His words were nothing more than a whisper, rough and muttered into your hairline, but you still beamed, your face pressed against his chest.

"Goodnight, Thranduil."

"Oh, wait–" you stepped back, realizing your still wearing that sweater, hands already on the hem, "here"

Large hands covered yours before you get to pull it off, stopping you with a gently push.

"Keep it. You wear it better than me."

He paused, breathing in and out as if to assure himself that whatever he thought was what he wanted to say. "Keep you thinking of me while you get some sleep."

You're nothing but a blushing mess as you quickly hurried up the staircase to find your roommate on the stairs, typing on her phone and sparing you one lousy "Thanks" that you ignore to rush into the silent apartment.

You didn't even turn on the light in your room but went straight to your window, facing the street. What usually bothered you turned out to be incredibly practical because you could wave to Thranduil one last time.

As always, he had been waiting next to his car, his gaze directed up to your window, and only when he saw you behind the glass did he get in.

However, he didn't continue straight to his firm; his car turned on the street, taking the same direction you came from. Towards his home.

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Leon Kennedy NSFT Alphabet

A = Aftercare (What they're like after sex)

Depends on his mood, honestly. If he's in a sweet and loving mood, he'll hold you, clean you, and whisper sweet nothings in your ear. But if he's just gotten home from work and is in a bad mood, most likely he'll leave you with a mess to clean and not help. Asshole.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner's)

He loves his hair the most (if that isn't obvious.) He likes the way you tug on it when he's going down on you, or when you play with while you two cuddle. On you, he adores your cheeks. It's strange to you, but he just loves them. He doesn't even know why. If they're chubby; he'll pinch them like a little old lady. If they're jiggly; he'll purposely push you around just to watch the them jiggle.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He prefers to finish inside, something about watching it leak out of you spurs him on so much. If you're not in the mood to deal with waddling to the bathroom and cleaning him out of you, he'll respect your wishes and not finish inside.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Leon lost his virginity in church. He probably did a summer program when he was a teenager, and met a girl there. After, he never felt so guilty. He. Had. Sex. In a place of such holiness. Dirty, little sinner.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they're doing?)

I hc him as being a slut and having tons of experience. He'll use it to his advantage if you don't have experience to teach you (Even if you told him multiple times that it was embarrassing).

F = Favourite Position

Honestly, any position works for Leon. He prefers to be on top, but if you want to he'll let you. Likes to be able to see your face during the session, watching it scrunch up in pleasure when he hits all the right places makes him feel so proud.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Again, depends on his mood. If Leon's in a good mood, he'll be more lighthearted and goofy. If he's in a bad mood, he'll be serious, probably won't even talk much besides degrading you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He'll trim it when necessary. It's not baby smooth, but it's not a bush. As he gets older, I could see him caring less and less about his pubes and their length. But if you nag and beg enough, Leon will trim them... Begrudgingly.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect...)

Once again, depends on his mood. If he's in a good mood, he'll whisper little praises to you, gently hold you, smile at you.... And when he's in a bad mood, he's rough, not really giving you time to prepare, insults thrown your way, he's overall a dick during times like that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

When he was younger he jacked off a lot. But as he got older and less of a hormonal kid, he definitely doesn't do it as much as he did before. But on some rare occasions, when you're not there to help him, he'll rub one out quickly.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Bondage, handcuffs, hair pulling, marking, the list goes on. He likes being dominant and controlling during sex, so his kinks would probably be rough.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He could (and probably has) take you anywhere, kitchen? Check. Bathroom? Check. Living room? Check. Work? Check. Home office? Check. The list goes on and on. He honestly doesn't care, as long as you're up for it.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you fight, whether its punching a punching bag or kicking a ganado's head off. He's getting a hard-on either way. You wear his clothes? He's already pressing his bulge on your back.

N = NO (Something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

He'd never really hurt you. Sure, he'll slap you around, bite you, maybe choke you a little. But he'd never draw blood or leave something that will scar, even if you're into it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to receive more than to give. Listen, he will go down on you, and he'll enjoy it. But, he just likes watching you gag on his cock. Listening to your quiet gags and whimpers ignites something in him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on his mood. He's in a good mood, he'll be slow and sensual, you know, make love. But if he's had a bad day, he'll fuck you until you can't feel your legs.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes proper sex more, but will take quickies. At work, in the shower, the kitchen, wherever.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He thrives at the thought of being caught, knowing that whoever walks in knows that your his and his only turns him on so much. He'll have as many quickies at work as he can just so he can live with the memory of someone walking in while he's balls deep in you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last...)

2 or 3 rounds at most. If he's really fired up, he can go for many more.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He only owns one viberator that he'll use on you, and sometimes himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, he loves to watch you writhe and beg underneath him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He only lets out low groans and grunts. But when you're going down on him, he'll whine, whimper, and moan.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

I believe that Leon grew up Christian and was sheltered for most of his childhood. The only "porn" he had seen (which wasn't even porn) was a lingerie catalog.

X = X-Ray (Let's see what's going on in those pants)

I'll leave this to your imagination.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Quite high. But as he gets older, his libido will slowly dissipate. But when he was younger, he had a very high libido and could get turned on by the slightest things.

Z = ZZZ (... how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He'll make sure you're clean and comfortable before he thinks about sleeping. But whenever you're ready, he'll hold you and fall asleep with you on his chest.

[nenchainzz]

𝒞𝒽𝑜𝓈𝑜'𝓈 ℒ𝓊𝓈𝓉𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒟𝑒𝓈𝒾𝓇𝑒𝓈

Choso x Fem!Reader

Warnings: backshot mention, hair pulling, cunnilingus, lotus position, praise kink, masturbation, body worship, exhibitionism mention, vaginal sex, cock ring mention, teasing, marking kink, cock description,

NSFW Alphabet!!

A = Aftercare = Choso is the kind of man to get you anything you need when giving aftercare. You want a bath? He’s already running the warm water. You want sweet cuddles? He’s pulling you into his muscular chest, massaging your body. If you asked him if he had some kind of preference, he would answer, saying he enjoys a warm bath. You sit together, wrapped in each other’s embrace in the warm, scented water.

B = Body Part = If Choso had to choose, he’d say your thighs. Whether it’s in a more innocent scenario like holding your thigh while driving somewhere or being crushed between as he draws orgasm after orgasm from you.

C = Cum = Choso loves backshots. Like LOVES them. He loves being able to see his cum run down your spine to the curve of your ass. It’s almost enough to make him hard again, to be honest.

D = Dirty Secret = Pull this man’s hair. When he’s eating you out or making out with you, he loves it when you grab his scalp. Like he’ll moan into your mouth or pussy when you do so.

E = Experience = Well, Choso isn’t exactly all that experienced. However, he is more than willing to learn. You’ll only have to show/tell him once, and he’ll get the hang of it.

F = Favorite Position = He loves the lotus position. He loves being so close to you - your chests pressed against each other and his arms about you. God, he loves it.

G = Goofy = He’s not very goofy during sex, I’d say, but if you are, he’s not opposed to occasionally laughing at a joke, maybe.

H = Hair = He never paid any mind before getting with you. However, when the two of you began to be intimate, he kept himself groomed - definitely wanting to impress you.

I = Intimacy = He loves the intimacy behind it. He loves holding your hand while pounding into you and setting up a romantic atmosphere. He loves praising you to high heaven like this man is a die-hard romantic. I stand by that.

J = Jack Off = When he’s not with you, he’ll probably indulge in some masturbation. He just can’t help it when his thoughts trail to you (which happens like all the time, ofc).

K = Kink = As I said before, definitely hair-pulling, lmao. But also praise kink - he loves praising you as much as possible. Going in hand with praise, I will also say body worship. He loves both giving and (receiving), although the latter is not something he will ask for lol.

L = Location = He would prefer the privacy of your own home, but he is not entirely opposed to a quickie outside of your privacy (but it would probably take a LOT of convincing).

M = Motivation = He has no specific motivations because he loves everything about you. Therefore, if you were to ask, he’d probably simply say, “Just you.”

N = No = He would never want to hurt you or your feelings. He would say because of his love and respect for you.

O = Oral = Giving for sure. He loves hearing you moan for him as he eats you out. (It’s the best sound he’s ever heard).

P = Pace = It depends on the mood of either of you. However, He prefers a slower and rougher pace because he gets the most beautiful reactions from you.

Q = Quickie = He does prefer to take his sweet time with you, but if he’s pent up enough, he might occasionally indulge in a quickie with you.

R = Risk = I feel like he’d be relatively okay with experimentation. Def a lot of prep for it tbh.

S = Stamina = He can last however long he needs to (basically, how long you want him to lowkey).

T = Toys = He likes using toys on you especially, but not too often for himself. He’s more likely to use them on himself when away from you. I’m thinking he uses a vibrating cock ring, honestly.

U = Unfair = He usually loves giving you what you desire. However, he does enjoy teasing you every now and then just to hear you beg for him and his cock.

V = Volume = At the beginning, he’s more likely to groan and grunt at a reasonable volume. However, when he’s about to cum he moans close to your ear. So, he’s not too loud and prefers only you to hear how good he feels.

W = Wild Card (A Random Headcanon For The Character) = He lowkey likes when you mark him up, whether with hickeys or scratching up his back with your nails.

X = X-Ray = He’s probably packing 7-7.5 with a pale pink tip, which will flush when hard.

Y = Yearning = He does have a decently high sex drive, but nothing too crazy (considering he’s not human). However, he isn’t always in the mood lmao.

Z = Zzz = If he were to fall asleep, he would wait until after you did.

.·゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜·．.·゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜·．.·゜-: ✧ :- -: ✧ :-゜·．

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[iraprince]

do u have any advice for those that want to run a quest?

it feels a LEETLE silly answering this when all my own are currently on hiatus bc i got busy (SORRY TO CALLIST0 READERS LOL) BUT!!! yes i do. i have only ever run quests/interactive comics on the site questden, so i guess as a baseline this will kind of all be geared towards that, but i think most of this should translate to any hosting situation

you have to be cool with your plots branching and mutating in unexpected ways, and you have to be willing to play ball with your readers. quests are a collaboration between the author and the audience. it often feels a lot like gming a tabletop campaign (and that's the origin!! questden, specifically, was originally an offshoot of /tg/.) -- we've all had or heard about bad GMs who view their position as that of a narrative dictator who exists to punish and prod a captive group of players thru their own personal novel, but a good GM is interested in telling stories as a group. u have final say and have to stay true to the important stuff abt ur story, but if u get mad or frustrated when ur readers want to explore something "off topic" or aren't following the threads of ur narrative the way u expected them to, u don't actually want to run a quest, u just want to make a webcomic w mandatory comments. (the flip side of this is: consider if the story u want to make is the right one for an interactive quest. if it is REALLY important to u that the plot beats of a story go a certain way, maybe save it for a medium where u have more control!)

keep it loose and fast. the art does not matter. i am rly guilty of not following this one, but i still think it's really important! one of the things i like best about quests is the barrier to entry is very low and you SHOULD be able to start and maintain one very quickly. if i were better at keeping my art scrabbly and sketchy and loose, my stuff would not go on hiatus as often as it does. draw fast! it's NICE if the art is gorgeous to look at and definitely will draw readers, but it's way better if the art is simple enough that you can update frequently and without much stress. the quality of ur writing + character building, and whether u are telling a story that's engaging and that ur readers feel meaningfully involved in, is 100000x more important than the art.

on the more nitty gritty side: try to have a hook in each update. one of the most common reasons suggestions die off is readers being unsure of what they're supposed to do next. sure, too much spoonfeeding could end up feeling like railroading, and you don't have to end every single update by getting right in their faces and yelling "WHAT DO YOU DO NEXT??", but when you finish an update try to take a second to put yourself in a reader's shoes and see if there's an obvious next step. is there a course of action to decide on/debate, are there clear questions they can ask an npc, etc -- i can't think of a great way to describe it, but you want to avoid ending an update on a note where the player character and readers are basically sitting there looking at each other like "um... okay. that's that, then." some ppl even just end all their updates w multiple choice options, which is a super simple way to keep things moving if it fits the style of what ur doing. if you don't want it to be that overt but you still can't think of a way for there to be a clear hook, you can at least try to leave a little nudge in the narration that invites the readers to try to tie whatever they've just done/learned back into the pc's main goals/motivations or current tasks. (on this subject, VERY useful for your main character to have a very specific goal or end destination that everyone is on the same page abt. it's harder for your plot to lose momentum if you can always point at what your readers are supposed to be moving toward!)

finally: KEEP UPDATING EVEN IF YOU GET VERY FEW/NO SUGGESTIONS. it's a niche genre. questden is a small website. it's hard to get people to read something new, especially if it's in a new and unfamiliar format (and especially especially when it's on a website that looks like a chanboard lmao). picking up readers takes a long time, and a lot of people lurk without suggesting (ESPECIALLY if it's a difficult/plot-important decision, and also especially in the opposite, if it's a very obvious next step and someone else has already commented what most ppl would say). it's very tempting to want to wait for more suggestions bc u "only" have one or two, and then that wait becomes stagnation, and then you're frustrated and u end up dropping the quest bc "nobody cares." instead u just have to push thru!!!! u only have two suggestions and u wish u had more? maybe next update u'll get more. u have NO suggestions and u feel like that means ur quest is dead in the water? NOPE! the solution is to update again, bc maybe ppl with latch on more and have something to say in the next scene. the more u update ur quest, the more u'll be able to talk abt it (and maybe get more readers), and specifically in the case of questden the more ur thread will be bumped to the front page. think abt how many times you've seen ppl talking abt a webcomic or a book and thought "i need to check that out eventually...." but it takes months for you to actually do it. 99.9999% of the time, ppl need to see something MULTIPLE TIMES before they check it out!! most readers do not come from clicking something the very first time they see it!! i know it can feel lonely and discouraging, but u owe it to ur art and the stories u want to tell to keep trying, even if engagement is very low at first, otherwise you're killing it before it's even had a chance. like, get shameless about it. ask your buddies to comment on your quest. but give that horse a few really good whacks before you decide it's dead!! i think that's my main thoughts. if you have any more specific questions i'm happy to help if i can! but also i think you'll learn the most by just jumping in and fucking around. quests are easy to pick up and easy to drop, and imo do really well as a playground where u test different ways to draw and tell stories, so might as well just get messy.

[icarus-star]

nsfw alphabet // ollie sway

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

ohh my god he's so sweet. he likes to put on a record, maybe make some tea for the both of you. he also likes to just sit and talk with you, about anything and everything.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

he's absolutely enamored with every part of you, he doesn't want to choose a favorite. but if he had to, he'd say your hands. he likes to hold them, feel them playing with his hair, jerking him off etc.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

he likes cumming super deep inside of you. but no, not to watch it drip out. rather, it makes him feel like you're his. like he's the only man that can do that to you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he'll never admit to how much he's spied on you. no matter where you are. before the two of you really even knew each other, he would be creeping up with his binoculars, watching your every move from afar. he tries really hard to be as sneaky as he can.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

no experience, poor boy was 100% a virgin before meeting you. he does know plenty about sex, he's seen porn here and there. so he knows all the basics and how everything works. he doesn't know what feels good for you, so you've gotta guide him through it a bit.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

he's an absolute sucker for missionary. he doesn't care if it's basic. to him, it's the best feeling in the world to just thrust slowly into you while your bodies press together. kissing you softly. he does also like when you ride him! he thinks it can be just as intimate (plus he has a soft spot for you taking the wheel at times).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

he tries to be serious, but he ends up giggling about something. say, you were riding him. he would just be staring up at you, admiring everything about your body and face. i think once he realized what he was doing, he found it a little silly.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

i don't think he cares to shave. having hair just isn't something that brothers him. though he does trim it every now and then. (he does have a naturally thicker happy trail, but he shaves it because he thinks it's too much. sadface.)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

the most sweet and romantic boy you'll ever meet. he's all for a classy dinner, wine, candles etc. which will lead to making out on the couch, which will then obviously lead into him pounding you as lovingly as one can.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i don't think he was ever one to touch himself. he never really felt like he had to. definitely a few times in his life though. and when he has some alone time, he's definitely busting out the porn magazines.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

he's not crazy kinky, but he does enjoy the occasional biting. he really likes if you're the type to bite, just not to the point of drawing blood. he does also really like leaving hickeys on you. he feels so much pride when you're out in public, not even covering them up. and if you're with him, everyone knows that he's the reason you have the hickeys in the first place.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

he's super into it on the couch. fucking you into it, so slow and deep that you start to even claw at his back. there's just something about the setting of a living room that gets him riled up.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

seeing you bite your lip. whether it be because you're deep in thought, or anxious or anything else. he thinks it's kind of sexy.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

he doesn't like being mean to you, or you being mean to him. being called/calling you crude names isn't something that gets him off. degradation just doesn't float his boat.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

he didn't expect a blowjob to feel so good. he'll never forget the day you gave him his first. he loved your lips around his cock, your tongue swirling around his tip, your hands cupping his balls. after a bit of time, the pleasure built up and it ended in being a blurry mess in the best way possible. giving you head on the other hand, fem!reader: he's messy. he doesn't have any rhythm, he just does what makes you squirm the very most. he gets spit everywhere, and i swear, it feels so good. his tongue is almost always on your clit. even if your cunt is dripping and begging for attention. masc!reader: he's a natural. like, you genuinely wouldn't expect him to be as good as he is. he doesn't deep throat you or anything, but he takes his time. licking up your cock, from the base to the tip. of course, he is a little unsure of his abilities to please another man.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

he absolutely loves it deep and slow. he doesn't want to just fuck you. he wants to make it really mean something. he goes so deep, and he'll just stay buried inside of you for another minute before actually starting to move.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

big no! he loves taking his time. making sure he touches every part of you with as much love as he would a single record. he can't do that with just a couple minutes.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

maybe, just maybe if you wanted to, he would try fucking you by the lake. other than that, he'd cum inside without a condom. hopefully you're on birth control or want a kid soon. because he makes sure it's so deep inside of your womb.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

one long round. it definitely feels like more.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no, he wants to be the one making you cum. he doesn't care for using any toys.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he teases you often, just not on purpose. it's just how painfully slow he goes. watching himself go in and out as slow as possible is just addictive, he can't help it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

the softest moans ever. he's definitely not quiet, but he's not super loud either. he moans right into your ear too. also tons of praise and quiet whimpers.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

he would love to watch you touch yourself. he wants to know every small thing that you think feels good, and seeing how you make yourself cum would definitely help.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

almost 6' inches. he's so close to exactly 6, but he's just a little shorter than that. also quite thick, and his tip is a nice dark reddish-purple.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

it kind of synchronizes with yours. if your horny, he's horny. so it's more so dependant on your sex drive.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

i don't think that he's super quick to fall asleep. he likes to talk with you a little bit until you both end up dozing off.

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 4/7 - First / Previous / Next

Day 4: Keeping the Other Alive + Fox find's Quin's Lightsaber Track: 'Escape From East Berlin' - Daniel Pemberton (Spotify / YouTube)

"You have to stay with me Vos, come on!"

He really was trying, promise.

"I know, just... focus on keeping up. I'll do the rest, okay?"

Quinlan took a slow breath, focusing on just putting one fast-paced foot in front of the other. His awareness was muted in his attempt to mask his pain, and at this point, all the energy he had was being expended in keeping ahead of whatever droids were left on their tail.

Suddenly he was being hauled up and forward, aware of the ladder only when its rungs were suddenly beneath his hands.

"Up!" Fox barked, shots ringing out after his words. 

Quinlan obeyed the sharp order without hesitation. He was around three floors up when his awareness flared and he wrenched backward, a hand flailing wildly as he lost his hold on the wet durasteel. A new slew of blaster fire came from the end of the alleyway, backup arriving and causing further chaos. Moving purely on instinct he reached for where his saber was clipped to his belt-

And found nothing.

The sound of his saber igniting drew his gaze downward, the green flashing and lighting up across the red of Fox's armor. The clone must have picked it up earlier when Quinlan had nearly collapsed, no time to do much more than grab the saber in one hand and pull Quinlan back to his feet with the other. Now Fox was moving with deadly accuracy, cloak fanning out around him, and Quinlan noted how even without Force sensitivity Fox was plenty skilled with the blade. He was precise and sly in his movements, expertly incorporating the blaster to dispatch another droid with a bullseye to the head, the sight inspiring some rather unique feelings in the base of Quinlan’s stomach.

"I said up Vos!"

Right, he was supposed to be climbing. Without another thought he continued moving, easily trusting Fox to cover him. That simple piece of knowledge that Fox was with him was enough to assure him they had a chance in all of this mess, was enough to motivate him forward.

He made it to the roof without further incident, slipping over the edge and sliding across the wet surface. The way it momentarily muffled the sound of the alleyway and how the rain thrummed against Quinlan's skin brought the Jedi a moment's respite, a second of clarity in the fog where he tried to parse out what they needed to do next.

He wasn't dead, not yet anyhow. But now they were on a rooftop and rather exposed to any air support the Separatists may have in the area. They needed cover, Quinlan needed medical attention, and most of all they had to get back to the ship and out of this damned sector.

All too soon Fox was joining him, Quinlan only having a few moments to breathe before Fox had grabbed his hand and yanked them both across slick metal and tile. Fox was still holding his saber, playing their escape purely on the defensive, and Quinlan was again truly impressed with how well Fox was handling the blade, continuous sweeps that blocked blaster bolts out of the sheer speed of the weapon's arc. 

Though Quinlan knew this wouldn't last long. Already he could see the end of the street coming up with a gap they definitely couldn't jump across. Fox had been guiding them as best he could, but they would be stuck with nowhere to go now, and would end up surrounded and outnumbered in seconds. They wouldn’t last long.

Unless...

Fox had begun to slow, head whipping around in search of some way out of this besides fighting straight back through the droids. Thus he was a bit surprised when Quinlan somehow found an extra burst of speed and began pulling Fox along after him instead.

Fox wasn’t dying like this, for something Quinlan had done, not while he was still drawing air.

"General?!" Quinlan managed a rather unhinged smile at the surprise in Fox's tone, though the commander followed without any other complaint. If anything he sped up, keeping pace directly toward the edge of the building, even when it became clear that was exactly what Quinlan was aiming for.

Trust me.

It may have been a trick of his mind, his single focus on getting them both out of this alive, but Quinlan could swear Fox squeezed his hand before leaping off that roof with him.

Always.

The feeling of free falling wasn’t unknown to Quinlan, but the struggle not to succumb to dizziness as he stretched out a hand and slowed them was an interesting first. He gave all of his attention to the presence of Fox, adding it to his own awareness and willing the Force up to meet them. In a rather graceless move the Force answered, just before they reached the street, and they were suspended perfectly in the air a moment before falling the last foot to safety. 

Quinlan staggered, would’ve fallen if not for Fox immediately tucking into his side and pushing them ever onward. Now the Jedi really was stumbling, his energy burning up faster than he could think.

Then they were stopped, hands were on his shoulders. Black spots dotted his vision, but things were quiet finally and Quinlan could swear he wasn’t standing any longer. All that really mattered was how he could still sense Fox, reaching out and focusing on that steady and clever soul in order to find the motivation to keep moving. 

Well, they must be safe if Fox had stopped them, had begun pressing something against where Quinlan knew his shoulder should hurt but only felt the dull sensation of Fox’s hands.

He always thought Fox had nice hands, strong and sleek with a small scar on his right palm.

Maybe Fox would let him kiss it, just once.

“Don’t- Quinlan!”

[comicaurora]

(this ask is based on the, I'm not sure if unfounded, assumption that at least 1/6(?) main crew members has some sort of non-ace/aro attraction): How do you write allo characters as an aro person? I'm one of those annoying allos who's *hyper-romantic* and working on hypersexuality for my own health, so I color most of my writing with that and struggle to write ace people. I know a lot of writers can distance themselves more. I guess I'm just curious how you inspire your characters to act socially outside of the way that you interact, specifically in terms of romanti/sexual relationships. I'm pretty good at getting my characters to engage with the world outside of my way of doing it until it comes to romance.

It's… tough, and I'm working on it. I still need to remind myself that a lot of people legitimately do experience sexual attraction and thus find certain other people in certain situations extremely physically appealing, in contrast to my own platonic attraction (the people I like, I typically like the same amount no matter what they're doing or how they look) or aesthetic attraction (when I like how someone looks in a specific situation, it is still in an extremely hands-off "I'd like to draw that" way).

I can work my way through the logic of romance, I think. I've been told that it doesn't feel the same as friendship, and that it places another person in a somewhat uniquely structural role for one's life. I've heard it described as being someone's "everything-team" - the person they want by their side at any endeavor - which is the only thing I've ever heard about romance that I don't think applies to a good percentage of my IRL friendships.

Romantic attraction is definitely the more confusing one, because everyone I know in a romantic relationship insists it's different than their platonic ones, but can't really explain why or how, only that it is. The thing is, this makes me believe them more. I know how hard it is to explain a unique inner experience to someone who has a completely different one. Their partner is their best friend, or at least top three (understandable) and also in a unique position in their life (confusion??) I don't feel like I'm missing out on anything, and I think I love my friends as much as I'm capable of, and there are people I'm friends with who I could see as a theoretical partner - except that it would change absolutely nothing about our current relationship. This is why I don't identify with the label of "aromantic" where I definitely do with "asexual", because I think I experience what people are talking about, I just feel it kinda everywhere instead of nowhere.

So the hack I think I can make work to do this in my writing is:

Sexual attraction is like aesthetic attraction, but with a hands-on component. Replace "I want to draw that" with "I want to get my hands on that" and go from there.

Romantic attraction is evidently its own beast, but it contains concepts like "I trust this person implicitly," "I care about them and want them to be happy," "I would be happy coming home to this person," "I want to protect them," "I like that they care about me," and "this person helps me see the world in a different way" which are all individual sentiments I understand, even if I personally feel them about a large number of people rather than a single Special Someone. Point them at a single Someone and have the two characters involved act accordingly, and I can probably pull a romance out of it.

Like all writing-an-alien-situation stuff, it mostly pays to identify the specific details that correlate to things you DO understand and then extrapolate from there. Or you can fake it and black-box their motivations and be like "here's where I'd put their sexual attraction to each other if I had one"

[momobani]

Distraction - &TEAM K - 1.2k

warnings: smut (MINORS DNI!!!), afab reader, oral (fem receiving), fingering, established relationship 

a/n: while i’m busy, i thought i’d bring something out of the vault that’s been sitting around completed. enjoy <3

Boredom doesn’t begin to describe how you’re feeling right now. You had a lot of work to do, your schedule horrifyingly full despite it being summer time off for most people. You’d rather be doing anything else than dealing with your uni work. 

You sigh loudly, plopping your pen down on your desk and leaning back in your chair. You could use a break although you’d been working less than an hour. 

“Something bothering you, babe?” You hear behind you. 

You swivel your chair slightly to find K coming toward you with a plate of freshly cut fruit. You smile at his sweet gesture when he puts it down on your desk and gives you a quick kiss on your temple. He leans on the armrests of your chair while you look up at him. 

“It’s just hard to keep going.” You confess, a frown making its way to your lips. “It’s not exactly the most interesting content.” You elaborate. 

“I’m sorry it sucks, baby.” K sympathises. “Can I do anything?” He asks, leaning in so you’re nose to nose. You sneak a quick kiss on his noise and shake your head. 

“It’s okay, I need to deal with this myself.” You say. “Thank you, though.” 

“How about a little motivation?” He hums. “A little reward for making it this far?” 

You’re sceptical for a moment - there’s a mischievous glint in his eyes and you’re not sure what he has in mind.

“Alright, if you’re offering.” You raise your eyebrows, almost sure this was going to end up in a prank. 

Except it doesn’t. 

Before you even finish your sentence, K is on you, kissing you deeply. Your brain takes a moment to process but your body responds immediately to his touch. You cling to him as he leans down to your level on the chair, practically towering over you while you make out. He breaks the kiss to get on his knees in front of you for better access and you spread your legs to accommodate his large frame. 

You’re panting slightly from the kiss as you watch K run his hands up and down your legs, squeezing gently on your bare skin. Your pyjama shorts come off momentarily and he throws one of your legs over his shoulder while propping the other over the armrest of the chair. 

Your body temp is rising in anticipation, a faint ache starting to make its presence known in your core. K holds your eyes captive with his while he leans down to ghost his lips over the flesh of your thigh, kissing lightly and making his way closer to where you want him. You lick your lips, conscious of your growing desire. 

You’d been quite busy lately so you hadn’t gotten to spend too much time together and it had been a while since you’d found yourself in a situation of this calibre. It only made you want K’s touch more but you knew better than to ask him to hurry; if you did, he would definitely draw it out just to be annoying (his favourite hobby). 

He finishes with a quick nip on the skin of your inner thigh before bringing a thumb to trace shapes over your underwear. You shift slightly, trying to get more friction but it only makes K smirk up at you. 

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already squirming.” He observes smugly. “Whatever will I do with you, my dear?” He asks rhetorically. 

You pout slightly. “Forget I did that?” You say hopefully. K considers it for a moment.

“Nah, but I’ll be nice today.” He says, moving his thumb and starting to work your clit over the fabric of your panties. You’re not sure what he means, he’s always nice, but you’re in no position to complain. 

You sigh contentedly as K strikes up a steady pace, continuously teasing you until all you can think about it him ripping away the remaining layer on your body. Your squirming gets more obvious and K chuckles at your impatience. 

“Look at you, baby, are you that desperate?” He asks but doesn’t wait for an answer and grasps at the waistband of your underwear to slide it off you. You assist by lifting your hips, so grateful that he wasn’t going to play the cat and mouse game today. “Now be good and stay still.” He instructs. 

Your legs spread of their own accord again, displaying your dripping folds to the man in front of you. He drinks you in, eyes growing hungry as the corners of his mouth quirk up and he dives in, mouth attaching to your pussy. His tongue swipes up and down your folds to you clit and back, tasting you with a satisfied hum as his eyes close and he savours the taste. 

The image fries your brain and you’re left mouth agape, fighting for your life because your soul left you body as soon as his tongue made contact with your skin. You keep your eyes open, watching as K’s eyes find yours while he starts to fuck you with his tongue, a zap of pleasure shaking you to your core. You can’t help but melt into the chair, deflating into the cushion as your boyfriend keeps tonguing at your hole. 

His hands roam your legs, kneading and gripping onto you for stability while his mouth works miracles on your cunt. You find yourself sighing and gasping gently, hips starting to grind into his face by themselves even though he told you to stay still. He pulls away, as if to give you a warning look but you don’t pay attention because all you can think about is how good he’s making you feel. 

For a moment, K stills your hips, his large hands gripping your legs to stop your movement before lowering his head down to your pussy again. He chooses your clit as the next victim, attaching his mouth and sucking lewdly, tongue somehow making its way into your hole again - how big is his mouth anyway? But the thought doesn’t land because the action makes you squeak loudly, back arching into K.

He makes you into a whiny and incoherent mess easily, adding a finger to your needy hole and pumping it in and out steadily while he continues to pleasure your clit. You’re beyond voicing anything except whimpers and moans, a mixture of profanities and K’s name all over again until you feel your walls start to tighten incredibly. 

He must feel you’re so close because he picks up the pace of his finger and stills his mouth over your clit, letting his tongue do all the work. In a matter of seconds, you come undone, body shaking with the strength of your orgasm, mouth hanging open and throat dry as you gasp loudly.

Your brain feels like mush now, as you start to calm down, K’s finger slowing down and gently pulling away after a few moments. You notice his lips are swollen and his mouth and chin are all wet but he’s grinning up at you. 

“Like your reward?” he asks cheerfully. You, on the other hand, are blissfully on another planet but you nod automatically. 

“Yeah,” you croak. “I did. Thanks, babe.” you manage before feeling the full weight of your exhaustion. 

“Let’s get you to take a nap, you don’t look so good, sweetie.” K suggests, already lifting you out of the chair. 

You suppose you were getting a bonus reward from your very caring boyfriend. 

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