#but i don't think he'll look too different I might change the hair either the hairstyle or the color

[bragganhyl]

some brainstorming/patch notes for Bertalan 3.0 Larian's Version Third Time's The Charm Version

has a more messed up backstory, I won't detail it here but it involves being offered to a hag before his birth but then going back on the deal

he is actually Baldurian now, but he prefers staying outside town where he's needed more (as a monster-hunter/herbalist i'm thinking those farmlands/woods that get destroyed in act 3)

has more of a "power reveals" than a "power corrupts" mindset both in terms how power is used and what one might do to obtain power

as such he no longer takes on tadpoles out of insecurity but bc he totally know who he is and what he's about, he can be trusted with power I prommy

as such he is more aware of his own standing in society and has a more dutiful approach to things, but also has more disdain for the peacekeeping organizations of Baldur's Gate but also towards the gods

his age got bumped up a little bit to the 38-44 range

he is now grumpier and angstier but also more confident and with more of a "I know more than you" attitude in acts 1 and 2 but he also also has more of a heart of gold don't worry

alchemy is no longer a metagaming thing he actually has braincells to do it

[ginevrapng]

you write fwb!james letters. you don't see each other in most classes and thanks to james don't pass each other in the hallways either because of that you slip him letters other ways. when you are in the same class you go past his desk and slip a note under his unopened textbook. you'll transfigure your notes into different things, over time james has gotten use to having things turn up in his bag that he swears he doesn't own before he realises it's you transfiguring different things and he swears every time you make it your mission to transfigure it into weirder and weirder things, he won't know how to explain it if someone ever saw a muggle garden gnome in his bag.

every time he reads your notes he has to make sure he's alone and no one will come in and interrupt him, not just because they're notes from you but also because said notes make his trousers tighten and his cheeks red, thinking about all the things you wrote to him and imagining what he'd do if you were there with him.

"i saw you in charms today and you looked pretty, i wanted to drag you out of the classroom and kiss you until our lips looked swollen and we have to separate to breathe." james thought you looked pretty that day too.

"i went to see your quidditch game. you're actually pretty good. your hair was even more messy than normal though." when james read that he flung himself on his bed, holding the back of his hand to his forehead, grinning. you don't like quidditch. you came anyway.

"when do you think we'll see each other next?" soon, he hopes.

"i think i'm starting my period, my breasts are tender :( you're always good with your hands." the implications makes his head fuzzy. he'd absolutely look after you, he'd touch you gently and make you feel better. he'd hug you softly if you'd let him and do anything that'll help you feel a bit better.

"can you touch me in history of magic again?"

"some information that you might want to know: i'm on birth control."

"next time i see you i want to give you a blowjob. you didn't take your shirt off last time but you have to next time, it's not fair."

james mumbles, "you're killing me" under his breath.

he can't bring himself to ever throw the letters away, they're from you. he sometimes reread the letters late at night while jerking off and thinking of you and the things he'll do the next time he'll see you. he doesn't regret keeping the letters... he doesn't... that is until sirius found them at least.

opening up one james' drawers next to his bedside table he finds your letters to him, curiously sirius glances at the first note and a cocky smirk appears on his face. sirius picks up the whole pile of letters and waves it in the air. "prongs," he says in a singsong voice, "what's this?"

james looks up and sees his friend holding up the notes you've sent to him. he panics but he hides it well, looking away back at the marauders map where he was previously spying on filch.

"i've been fucking with snivellus. i've been sending him love letters." he keeps his tone as even as he can, sirius can't know they're from you.

"this isn't your handwriting james," he replies still smirking.

"anybody can change their handwriting sirius." james says still looking down but he hasn't been paying attention to the map as soon as sirius found the letters.

he doesn't say anything for a second until, "fair enough." sirius plops down on the bed next to james looking over his shoulder at the map. "why didn't you tell the rest of us though?" sirius questions suddenly as he just thought about it.

"didn't think it was that important." james doesn't know if sirius will believe him so before sirius can think it through james starts talking about their quidditch game coming up.

sirius has no reason to doubt james in the end and even gives him ideas in the following weeks to write to snape. he'll have to be more careful next time with hiding your notes, he still won't throw them away though.

[solarlunarsstuff]

hello 👀👀👀 may i request an alastor trying to woo lucifer's oldest daughter while the big boss of hell and charlie are watching 👀👀👀

thank you so much and have a wonderful day!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

YIPPEE !! A hazbin Hotel req ! I only watched around 4-5 episodes of the newest show so it might not be accurate ! Enjoy :) !

Alastor x Fem!Reader (FANFIC)

A/n: He might be a little bit obsessed with you, but don't worry, he'll make you quiet if he has to force it. (HUSKERDUST 4 LIFEEEEE)

TW: Fingering, READER IS A HOOKER !!!, semi-public, getting caught, his horn thingies grow, tongue fucking, getting eaten out, dry humping, pet names (slut, whore, baby, doll, ect), you look a little bit like Charlie, dirty talk, nipple play, messy make-outs, overestimating, and edging. Lmk if I missed anything ! 😙

Synopsis: Alastor, the 7'3 radio demon, the overlord of a lot of land in hell. Even though he's shown no sign of wanting to experience intimacy, he can change that rule...

The first daughter of the big boss of hell.

That was your title, ever since you were born. Later on though, you had gotten a little sister.

Charlie Morningstar.

She was a big ray of sunshine despite being born in this hellish place. You loved her, you really did.

The both of you nearly look the same. You did dye your hair to (F/c) so there is quite a difference. You're about 6'9, a few inches taller than her.

You also held that wicked smile from your father, typical.

Anyway, you were in the middle of cleaning your apartment when you heard a knock on your door and the sound of paper falling onto the floor.

You thought it was those stupid kids on floor 4 playing games again, but it wasn't. Turned out to be a letter, signed by... your younger sister?

Of course, having nothing else to do, you ripped it open with your nails and unfolded the neat paper.

It read,

'My dear sister, I know we don't talk much anymore, but I would love it if you paid a visit to the hotel! I also know you probably don't have a job, but dad wanted to see you too. He had just come to the hotel about an hour ago. He was basically pleading to see your pretty face again! So, please, think of this and get back to me as soon as possible.

XOXO, Charlie'

You always loved the way that she signed letters. She's been sending you letters with her sign off like that for years now.

Either way, you sat on your couch, contemplating if you should just go or not.

"Fuck it..." You thought out loud

Choosing something comfortable and not something you wore while hooking up.

Oh, right... You're a hooker. It's a job that's actually nicely paid, paid enough for food and your bills. That's it, that's what you were worried about.

What if one of your clients worked there? What of your dad and sister find out?

One client stood out to you though, what was his name? Did it start with an 'A'? Either way, he was one of those people who would choose a hooker and later on be actually interested.

You? Never, it would ruin your job reputation, not wanting to let your job go, you kindly refused, and he went on with his life.

Until you have gotten various notes from someone, some of them were wholesome? In a way, like, "I miss you" or "Just give me a chance".

Others... others were sort of... sexual... For example, "My cock aches for you" and they even sent a paper that had been covered in lipstick kisses.

But it wasn't lips. It was, uhm, you get the idea. He might have been a little bit crazy for you, but it stopped a couple of years ago.

Maybe he realized that I wasn't interested in something serious? You still thought about it as you took the taxi to the front street of the hotel.

You thanked the driver, but instead of him saying your welcome...

"How about I give you a ten? You know, for your pretty body?" He grinned

"No thanks, you don't seem like the type that I would bother with. Plus, that 10 won't even cover 20 minutes.." You snarled back

He whispered some slur under his breath but drove off anyway.

"People think they can just ask me for -" you stumbled back as you ran into something, more like someone...

Red vest, big deer ears, a staff...

'Oh shit..' You thought to yourself

Maybe he won't remember you?

"Back for round two, love?" He grinned maliciously

'God fucking dammit..' you looked up seeing that stupid radio demon overlord.

"No, I'm not, you sick fuck. I'm here to see my little sister.." You moved around him and continued to walk towards the hotel.

"Ahh, that's why I thought you looked familiar.." his voice had a hint of static to it.

You stayed silent and opened the doors, your sister turned around to see who it was.

"Alastor, I said that you -" she stopped once she saw you.

'That's what his name was...' You smiled a little at how your sister nearly knocked you over as she came and wrapped her arms around you.

"OH MY GOD, Y/N, YOU CAMEE!!!" She jumped up and down while hugging the shit out of you.

"Hah, yep, it's me!" You awkwardly hugged her back, noticing your father talking to the other workers on the lobby couches.

Lucifer turned from the sound of your voice and did the same thing as Charlie.

"MY SWEET GIRL!" He squealed

"Hey, dad." I sighed as he also hugged me

Charlie's personality was mostly taken by your father's side while you to your mother's.

Not really knowing your mom, but you knew you had almost the same personality. The little family bonding was broken by the voice of presumed 'Alastor'.

"Y/n, was it? Pleasure to meet you!~" As if... This fucker is acting as if you've never met before.

"Right..." You went along with it, about to shake his hand, but almost forgot that he is an overlord of souls.

You just smiled lightly at him, seemed like it was the safest option.

[1 hour later]

Nifty was off somewhere cleaning, Angeldust was flirting with Husk, Lucifer and Charlie were laughing at something stupid. And you, you were just sitting on the end of the couch, sipping on your (F/d).

Everything was going lovely until you heard a little bit of static start to form behind you. Everybody else didn't seem to notice, but you did. While turning around, you saw that dumb fucks face.

"Darling, tell me.. Do you like me for the money? Or for how your pretty walls wrapped around my d-" you instantly cut him off, not wanting anybody to hear.

"Shut the fuck up..." You glared at him

He smuggly smiled and sat next to you, squishing you between the armrest and him.

"Could you move-" Your voice stopped in your throat when his hand landed on your thigh.

Alastor kept his hand there, slightly rubbing his hand closer to your cunt.

He paid no mind to your silent pleas. Instead, he started talking with Husk and Angeldust. Thank the gods you were in a blindspot, or everybody would've seen Alastor touching you up.

His hand swiftly slipped into your shorts, rubbing your dampened panties from the outside.

You started to softly buck your hips into his fingers, wanting to gain friction. As if it was obvious, he stopped, grinning from you silently whining.

"Are you okay?" Your father, Lucifer, asked. He noticed how you were twitching.

"Mhm!" Was all you could muster as Alastor started to pump his fingers again.

Your arm flared out, gripping his shoulder. "A-alastor... You..." You couldn't speak for shit.

"Please let me and Miss Y/N excuse ourselves!" Alastor announced to the group.

Before you could speak up, he dragged you a few feet around the corner. "What the fuck-" he cut you off by forcing his lips onto yours.

"You're going to shut the fuck up and take me right here..." He pulled away slightly before diving back in.

A/N: I'm gonna edge yall since I want this to be done before school starts tm!! :3

[thefiery-phoenix]

YANDERE DRACO MALFOY HEADCANONS

Although Draco and Lucius are somewhat alike with their arrogant and pompous nature, he's a tad bit more softer to his lover and more.. understanding and caring than his dad

You won't even know he has an obsession with you and even he won't know it at first either. He hates the way you talk, laugh and smile since it always makes his heart race and stomach erupt with butterflies in a frenzy. And he despises it even more when you hang out with Harry, Ron and Hermione even more. He won't be too mean to you compared to them but you'll arrive at the conclusion that he hates you. But it's quite different actually

He'll be angry with himself for falling in love with you and even more so when he grows and becomes obsessed with you. He'll be staring at you during classes and during breakfast, lunch and dinner and he'll be showing off and bragging more around you to get your attention. You might be thinking that he's most probably planning to target someone to be their next victim of amusement or something but he's been watching you all along and noticing your every move. The way your graceful body moved and your long and lovely veela hair flowed around your shoulders and the way your eyes sparkled with joy when you were discussing about your favorite subject. Crabbe and Goyle might tease him about it till he tells them to shut TF up and Pansy might be a bit jealous of you but she'll move on. As for Zabini, well... he won't really care in any way

Draco is quite the stalker, no doubt about that. He'll be stalking you from the shadows or make other people stalk and follow you and tell him what you've been up to. He'll like tormenting and bullying you even more so but why does his throat clench and heart twist so much when he sees tears in your eyes or when you look and stare at him with a pained and hurt expression on your face?

Draco isn't one to show emotions and affection just yet. His way of showing love and affection towards his darling might raise a few eyebrows but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, of course he does! He just has a different way of showing it, that's all, but he'll stop after a while when he comes to know his feelings of love for you are really deep

He will do his best to make you think he's good and change your mind about him. You might think it's all a trick just for him to start tormenting you and bullying you all over again but it's not that at all, he just needs another chance to prove he's good and for you to love him! He might act like one god damn Tsundere but inside he'll literally be screaming 'NOTICE ME!!!!' Even if you look at him and give him some reaction be it good or bad, his day will be made like no joke. He LIVES for attention from you and that's also the reason why he keeps creating scenes where you're close just so you can witness the whole thing (I Don't know why this is making me laugh XD *WHEEZE*). Other people won't be so safe from not even his own people from his house! Be it Gryffindors, Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs or even Slytherins for that matter, anyone else talks to you too long for his liking will be pulled aside by him for a little 'chat' till they run away crying or screaming or hexed

When you finally accept him, he'll be over the moon soaring in pleasure in joy and will make sure you become his lover in no time. He's selfish and will want MORE of your affection whether or not you're willing to give it. He might even ask someone turn him into a ferret just so you could pet him or laugh, he lives for such things. Draco will literally spoil you, taking you out frequently to the 3 broomsticks or Madam Puddifoot's teashop for some delicious warm Butterbeer, Honeydukes where you can enjoy that new candy they just got and he'll even buy you a quill from the quill shop there. He'll share his things with you when he gets parcels from his parents. He'll be really clingy to you and if you ask him to leave you alone for a while he will but he'll be back later. Oh, and as for Peeves, he doesn't dare to mess with you, not after Draco threatened him. I don't know what Peeves is scared of but whatever he did actually worked. And he'll also have Crabbe and Goyle carry your bags or things if you're feeling tired or he might do it himself to show you how strong and capable he is of taking care of you

Now when it comes to rivals, he'll just hex them and threaten them to stay TF away from you or he'll end up killing them. And he'll kidnap you later on but don't worry, he'll treat you really well. Unless you make him mad and call him a monster and all that. He'll be really sad and as much as he doesn't want to punish you, you have to be disciplined and so, he might lock you in a room and maybe mess with your dreams a bit that make you running back into his arms since he's skilled at Occlumency as well. He'll be smug inside that you're finally coming around and he'll stroke your hair and whisper how he'll always love you and nothing can ever separate the 2 of you. He'll be putty in your hands if you show hi affection and he'll give you anything and everything you could every want

As long as he has you by his side at the end of the day, that's all that matters. Anyone else doesn't matter in this world now, only YOU hold a special place in his heart

[tiredlilguy]

The Flags HC's

(that nobody asked for... but i love them and I have no where to put these) note: these are just general hc's :P if you want me to make other ones lmk!

Pianoman: - his ass cannot play piano, when people asks if he can because of his name, he changes the subject because he feels embarrassed - is the oldest sibling in his family - since he's a perfectionist, he's also kind of his own worst critic (can be in a really shitty mood if he's alone with his thoughts for too long) - his hair is a result of vitiligo - is an anxious person, but somehow his anxiety goes away when he's with The Flags - whenever he handles something physically using his hands, he's very cautious and tends to treat whatever is in his hands gingerly (like if he's given a gift, he will gently hold it in his hands instead of just taking it like normal) - has naturally shaky hands (i want to give him a big hug and kiss :( ) - going along with his hands, they're very thin, so his gloves are thick enough to where you don't really know what they look like underneath - has a really shitty sense of humor and will laugh at that one meme video with the bread falling on it's side - has defined canines and it shows if he opens his mouth or smiles

Lippman: - gets to know all of the celebrity drama before it gets out in the media: sometimes he uses it for blackmail or just tells the others and they all become a little gossip group (it's mostly just him, iceman, and chuuya though...) - he can make really good tea, like knows every little detail that comes with making tea: not leaving out a single step so you can get the best flavor out of the tea - polyglot, he once had to learn english for a role that he had and then proceeded to teach himself any language he thought was cool (sometimes mumbles in a different language under his breathe to mess with chuuya) - flirts with Pianoman a lot, says it's for fun, but he might have a little crush - wears that really dramatic silk robe with feathers and drags on the floor, it's either white or baby blue - paints his nails and will paints Chuuya's nails sometimes to practice, Chuuya says he's only doing it because he's his superior, but secretly enjoys it - unintentionally fixes The Flags outfits or hair, mostly Chuuya: like he'll adjust Iceman's collar if it's standing up, or he'll comb Chuuya's hair back into a nicer ponytail if it gets messy throughout the day

Iceman: - has a niece, and is the BEST uncle to her, likes to spoil her and will literally do anything for her (i read this from a fic and i can't stop thinking about it) - loves hearing gossip despite not talking that much - insomniac, spends most of his nights listening to his records with whiskey unless he has a job to do - plays his records really loud, but his listening room is sound proof so he can hear every little detail in the music - likes records, but he actually prefers live bands instead, thinks records are classy - gifts Chuuya records if he notices that Chuuya is singing a song to himself, usually tries to find the song and gets Chuuya that record of the album - is slowly becoming deaf, the only person that knows is Pianoman and Lippman, and he's slowly teaching The Flags sign language when they're on missions with him (he'll say it's because he wants to be quiet) (he won't admit it, but he will miss not being able to hear the others banter in the background anymore) - doesn't actually care about his ego/reputation at all, he's pretty confident in his assassinations, but if he fails a job, he'll just sigh and smoke a cigarette and move on - does not style his hair, he wakes up in the morning and moves it around a little bit and that's his hair for the day - he can't see out of his right eye that has the scar, but when he feels invoked with an emotion, he'll open that eye - notices small details... like extremely small details: one's that you won't even be thinking about; probably remembers what people like when they mention they like it once, knows when someone gets a haircut or they change colognes

Doc: - silly guy (canon) - he judges people's fashion taste despite not wearing any sort of outfit himself: likes to give pointers to Lippman about how to style his shirt or will judge Chuuya's strange outfits; will put on a good outfit if he's feeling like it - is very good at video games, but he doesn't really play them in his free time, but once Chuuya offered to play a video game with him and Doc beat his ass (Chuuya is still salty over an old Mario Cart match) - avoids walking long distance otherwise he'll start to feel tired, Albatross offers to take Doc everywhere - really good at darts... like his accuracy is scarily amazing, but guess you can't expect less from a doctor with his credentials - his way of showing affection is by being... very uncomfortably close to someone and then waiting to see if they're going to react, if they acknowledge his presence he smiles and then just walks away - very fidgety when he's doing something that isn't his job, will often fidget with something in his hand like a paper clip or rubber band, but suddenly that all goes away when it involves work - youngest sibling in his family... idk he gives me that energy

Albatross: - uses text emojis like ":D" and ":O" and so on; it does not matter who he is texting and he can and will accidentally text that to Mori on the phone (then proceeds to get lectured heavily by Pianoman) - answers his phone/messages immediately the moment that he gets them - can and will talk his ass off for hours on end, sometimes he does it to annoying Chuuya, but sometimes Chuuya actually wants to listen to it all - metalhead, this is canon actually i'm asagiri - gives the best hugs, like he gives big bear hugs; greets all of the Flags with hugs despite they're reactions - human heater, is always warm and it doesn't matter what season it is... he's just strangely warm all of the time (sometimes Doc sits next to him during the winter or if he's cold because he gets cold easily, and is a lot thinner than the rest of them) - openly bi, like he talks about it all of the time if he finds a man attractive

" I mean I know this man is our next target, but his ass looks nice in this file photo- " " Albatross." " Sorry.

-has freckles on his cheeks - has heterochromia, his eyes are blue and red

Chuuya: - has freckles... like everywhere, used to cover them up with makeup when he was younger and around The Flags, but then forgot one time and then Lippman said that it fit him and he stopped covering them up - can pick up any instrument he finds and owns a couple of guitars - huge audiophile and will judge every pair of headphones or recorde/cd/speakers that he's given; the record player in his house is very extra and over 2000 dollars - sings to himself when he's doing chores, or if he's playing music in the background, he will dance and sing while sweeping the floor - despite being musical, his dancing tends to be very clumsy (was once caught by Albatross and he made fun of him for a whole week) - can speak French and will cuss in French without thinking when he gets annoyed - knows all of the Mafia gossip, but no one knows he's a gossip-y kind of person... he knows everything about everyone, often finds himself hearing two different sides of one story - shopaholic (he cannot close his closet door anymore because the door is broken because it's so crowded in there)

[quicktosimp]

Miles Quaritch NSFW ABC

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Qaurtich is thorough in caring for you, but he might be a bit awkward with his affection. He'll clean you up, make sure you eat and drink something, and he'll try and sweet talk you, but he's a little shaky on that; he's learning what you like, tho.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

For himself, it's gonna be his teeth. We all know he was strong and tall as a human, so while being taller and stronger as a Na'vi not much has changed for him. But his teeth now he thinks those are damn cool.

For his lover, I got to say he's a tits man. Something about the way that they bounce as they walk automatically brings his eyes right to them. If you pay attention, you'll notice that he battles with looking you in the eyes and not your breasts.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

Nope, he wants it in a condom or outside; his pull-out game is strong. he already has one wild child he can't control; Qauritch isn't gonna risk another one.

D= Dominate (how dominate are they)

Hard dom, do not fuck with this man; you will not like the results. Qauritch is a traditional man, and he'll punish you traditionally. Meaning, you'll be over his lap a lot. Now he won't neglect you for sex but don't think you're going to cum while he gets off.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

To Qauritch, it's either essential or nonsense, and pleasing his lovers is a priority. Don't forget he's an older man, 51 years old; he's racked up quite a bit of experience over the years.

F= Favorite position

Doggy or missionary. Qauritch is a bit old-fashioned; he needs a position where he's on top and in charge, and having you whining underneath him helps get him going.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

Nope, it's not happening; forget it. 100% serious and in the moment. And if you try to crack a joke or giggle a bit, it's gonna end up with nothing or you over his lap...

H= Hair (grooming habits)

He's a military man, and the hair on his head will always be shaven into a crew cut; now, for down under, I think it's a different story. It's gonna be long but managed. Still sanitary but mainly short enough that it doesn't get caught in his zipper.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

Typically he's a stickler for sensual sex, but there's something about fucking you over his desk that's irresistible…

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

It’s not something super common for him to do. Usually, he’s too stressed or busy to really want to or have the time for it. He’d rather wait to do it with you.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

Bondage: Quaritch loves seeing you tied up and helpless underneath him. The man is a master at ropes; he knows intricate knots that will leave you motionless and breathtaking.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

Typically, he loves doing it in the bedroom, just you and him. But something about you bent over his desk, or you warming his cock underneath his desk. Qaritch really likes his desk, a symbol of power and authority.

M= Motivation (things that make them tick/turn ons)

Seeing you whimpering, moaning, and whining underneath him gets him going. There's no greater reward than hearing you as he fucks you braindead. If he isn't quite there yet and needs a little nudge, just sit down on the ground next to him, right by his feet. Look up at him with big doe eyes, maybe push your arms together, plumping your tits. Trust me, you have his attention.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

Public or voyeurism, sex is something between the two of you. Fearing that someone might see you is the quickest way for him to lose his boner.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

Qauritch is a soldier, and your body is his mission. He knows it inside and out. Not a place has been unexplored. Your legs will be shaking mess in minutes.

Now if it's you pleasing him, Qaurtich loved it when you're under his desk, holding his cock in your pretty little mouth, Maybe sucking on it lazily every now and then; you could even take a nap. He'd love seeing your sleeping face with his cock between your lips.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

Qauritch has mastered how to bring you the best pleasure. Effortlessly switching from a rough fast pace to slow sensual time, making sure you both can last longer together.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Definitely not a fan of quickies. Qauritch wants to take the time to ravish you, to thoroughly undo you, and build you up again. And if he doesn't have the time, he'll make the time, one of the perks of being a colonel.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

Now, this depends on what the new thing is: a new position, sure, some lingerie, he's already bought it. Asking to do it in the broom closet, he'll think you lost your head.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

Over the years, Qaurtich has learned a couple of tricks; one of the many things is how to hold off an orgasm for 20 minutes. You will cum at least 3 times before he does. And remember, he's got a Na'vi form now, meaning he can go a good 3-5 rounds a night.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

Loves to use toys on you. Putting a little vibrator in your pussy, making you walk around the base while he holds the remote in his hand, knowing that your pussy is a leaky wet mess for him.

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Qaurtich will tease and edge you for hours if he has the time. Toys are his friends in this regard. Filling you up and making you go about your duties for the day, waiting until you're begging on your knees, and if you're lucky, he'll make you cum fast. But you are rarely lucky.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

A bit more on the quiet side. Deep growls and grunts, definitely loves to dirty talk you, maybe some praise. Telling you how good of slut you're being.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

Dacraphila, seeing you cry after he spanks you or after he's teased you for too long. As he rubs your red ass, feeling your sobs on his legs makes his dick throb.

X= X-ray

About an average length of 22 inches (56cm), but it is a bit girthier than most.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

A little lower than most, but this is more due to the amount of stress he's under, so you'll usually do it about twice a week. But don't think you'll get that rest; no, he'll play with your body daily; it's the source of his greatest entertainment.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

I bet Qauritch has some sleeping issues, based on all the wars he's seen. After he takes care of you, he'll wrap you in his arms, satisfied that you're there and can feel you breathing alive and well.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

[oddballwriter]

Werewolf! Moon Boys NSFW Headcanons

Warnings: Okay so now I'm really feeding the monster fuckers so watch out for mentions of knotting, heat, and animalistic sex, and size differences. 

Author’s Snip: Time to really let my monster fucker hair down lol

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Marc Spector

Marc isn't against having sex when he's turned. I'm sure he's spent a few moments the morning after a full moon think about it. But he's scared that he might hurt you in the process

Because he's aware that he's bigger than his normal size, in both ways, so he doesn't know if maybe he'll be too big for you to take

Also, he might hurt you because he thinks that while in the moment he'll get to hyped up and he thinks that he might start doing the thing where dogs get really rough when their playing with something and that scares him

You honestly have to look at him and say that you're willing to take the risk for the sake of getting to smash

Okay but hear me out, what do you bitches know about heats and knotting (yeah we're letting the monster fucker freak flag fly today babes)

I don't think that Marc thinks that his dick is able to knot. He knows what it is, but he just doesn't make that connection in his mind that his penis can also knot similar to a wolf

Man has just never fully thought about it he's too busy being angsty and ashamed of being a werewolf. So when you finally get to fuck and he wakes up the next morning with himself still inside you he's like "Holy shit I actually can."

Sex is as animalistic and good as you think it is, and you will never complain. That thang does fucking WORK in there. It's hitting everything and then some

Marc worries about exhausting you when heat comes along but I mean... You're getting a huge dicking for like god knows how long every night

And the growling and snarling, and panting... bitch imagine

Steven Grant

Steven, bless his heart, was aware that having sex while in werewolf form might be something that would take a lot out of you, and at first refused the idea of doing it because he didn't want to hurt you or god forbid break something

But he's just a man, and he has a man's brain, and he can be a completely different size than you are. So at some point, he bites.

Steven insists that you do a safe signal and they he will try to stay coherent when in werewolf state so that he can notice it

But he finds out that you never use it

He was aware of the knotting and he was worried that it might hurt you, but you said it was fine and so he just, lets it happen

Afterwards he licks your face to give it kisses like how a dog would

Maybe clean you up like that too *cough cough*

The heat though, he genuinely wants you to stay away because he doesn't want to have you send all your energy just being his chew toy. Even if you insist that you're into that

He does hold himself back because he is still worried about hurting you though

Jake Lockley

Oh, he's thought about it. A lot. The whole thing

But he never mentioned it until you started showing interest in it because he didn't want to scare you or accidentally force you into it/make you feel like you have to

But upon hearing you suggest it he's on board. Bestie, he was already on the boat. Made the boat to sail, even.

He asks if you want him to hold back or go all out, and once you give your response he's like "Say less ;)"

I mentioned in the sfw version that Jake is mostly the one fronting during the transformation of both turning into a werewolf and changing back and probably just is the one fronting when they are a werewolf, so Jake has been able to be more conscious when in their state rather than being more animal like

So he's there when you're having sex, but he lets some of those instincts take control because he knows that's what you want

Also, he isn't afraid of heats either

Listen, he knows what the fuck you're here for. He's not going to be like Steven and Marc where they're scared and ashamed of having this part of them and the things they might do during sex and heats. He's not going to act like you aren't here for that shit.

Jake knows that you're down for getting split tf open and being it nonstop when they go into heat

Jake's nasty, you're nasty, you guys can get nasty together

Side note. All three of them are secretly into when you call them "good boy" in bed both when in their werewolf state and out of it, and sometimes as a kinky treat you can call them a "bad boy/dog" too

[sulphuryasecretcloset]

In the eye of the beholder

“Why are you acting like you don't know?” Flare asks, sounding even more annoyed than usual.

“Like I don't know what?” Corin asks, aiming to walk out of the room and escape her words. She makes him nervous. Flame Troopers made him nervous from the first time he walked into combat with them. Even when they were supposed to be on their side, Troopers dying due to friendly fire, quite literally, was not uncommon. It wasn't that Flame Troopers took delight in killing their allies, they just didn't care if someone was between them and whatever they wanted to set on fire.

Flare moves, fast, and steps in front of him, blocking his escape. She's grinning, but not due to mirth. Usually Flame Troopers would only feel joy when something, or someone, was being devoured by their incinerators and she's probably no different. “You walking around pretending you don't know you're pretty, acting like you have no idea you're pretty, it's either because you are a complete idiot or you're just content to act like one. So which one is it?”

Corin clenches his jaw.  He does not like confrontations. He prefers to avoid them and any kind of argument if possible, but Flare is looking for a fight and she clearly won't back off until she has one. Fine. He'll take her on. Flame Troopers make him nervous, but they don't scare him. “How I look has never really mattered to me.” He holds her amused stare with a cold one of his own. “I have spent most of my life wearing that helmet we both know very well, and no one having a clue or caring how I looked. I was just a soldier. And the times when the helmet came off, yeah, there were those who called me 'pretty', and that meant one of two things: One, it was not meant as compliment. Two, it was an empty line that lead to nothing but a one night stand. I'm not special, I never was, I know that. There are people far better looking than me and there are those deemed by others as less 'pretty' due to personal taste, that's just a simple fact.”

Flare grins.“I'm sure Din would disagree. He really likes that face of yours.”

Corin's heart jumps and he feels heat rising in aforementioned face. “Yeah, well, I'm just lucky he does.”

Din is the only soul who has complimented Corin on his looks and made him believe it, made him feel good about himself. He might not agree with Din, a part of Corin won't allow himself to think he's above average on any area, but he believes that he is good looking in Din's eyes and that is all that matters to Corin. If his face meets Din's approval, Corin won't change a single thing about it.

“Based on this, I guess that makes you a complete idiot then, huh?” Flare declares.

“If that is the name for someone who doesn't care about their looks, I guess so.” Corin replies easily enough. “And that makes two of us, huh?”

Flare's eyes are beautiful, if you disregard the crazy in them. Her hair is thick and would have been a flattering frame to her face if not for the singed parts and the uneven bits cut off it. Her skin is probably lovely under the grease and soot. Her smile is scary but pretty as she acknowledges his reply. They both have more important things to care about instead of their looks.

This time, when Corin steps aside and moves by her to leave the room, Flare lets him. Corin cannot deny he feels a rush of relief as he walks away from her and her pyromaniac tendencies.

Walking down the hallway, Corin catches a glimpse of his reflection in a window as he passes by an open door to one of the common rooms and he sees nothing but the face and the body he's had with him his entire life. He hadn't been lying when he says he sees nothing worth looking twice at.

His father's only comment on Corin's looks as he was growing up had been resentful remarks about how much he looked like his mother. His grandmother had sneered that Corin looked too much like his father and that was definitely not meant as a compliment. As for his body, Uncle Vecon kept complaining about how Corin wasn't putting on muscle fast enough during training, and next to Paz Corin still feels like the scrawny kid he once was.

No, Corin's looks are not remarkable in any way.

Except to Din.

Corin smiles. That is more than enough for him.

[heartofspells]

Masterpost

@wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: fireside

Remus eventually manages to get Sirius up to the sofa, but that's as far as he can go before his body gives out on him, muscles collapsing over bone, sinew stretching too tight before snapping free like a rubber band let loose and springing rapidly. Remus stays with him, holds him close, murmuring apologies into his hair and ears that are useless and pointless because this will all be gone soon. Sirius will forever be trapped in that emptiness, and it terrifies him more than he thought anything ever could.

They sit by the fireside for hours, breathing together, Sirius drifting away until Remus pulls him back with a tender touch to his side or neck, a press of lips to the top of his head, so familiar now, like they've been doing it for years and eons, spreading and stretching like searching fingers, winding through time, merging it into one place, here and now, just them as they are. At some point, skin works its way against skin, a hand sliding past the line of Sirius' trousers, fingers tracing the nearly clean path of the mark that exists of his hip that's still baffling to him.

"Tell me about it?" asks Sirius in a near whisper when his voice finally returns to more than a croak of sound, lifting his head to look at Remus beneath heavy, drooping lids, every part of him riddled with fatigue he can do nothing about.

Remus' hand stills on his hip, eyes searching out Sirius' own. He seems to hesitate for a moment even as his free hand drifts over the back of Sirius' head.

"There's not really much to tell," he murmurs. "I wasn't paying attention to much. You were there, I remember you now, but it's like this vague memory, like you're a shadow I can't believe I ever missed for a second. You were singing – terribly, I might add – carrying on like the entire world was your stage. These drinks kept appearing before me, and I think I remember you hovering around, but I ignored you. I wasn't there for anyone, just trying to drown myself a little, but there you were in that lav, just this bright, blinding light, drawing me in like a moth. I normally wouldn't – I don't usually do things like that so close to the moon. Control is…difficult to hold then, but you were impossible to resist."

Sirius hums and Remus presses their foreheads together, a gentle connection that quickens Sirius' breathing.

"I still can't quite believe it was you, but now I'm not sure how I've missed it for so long," continues Remus just as quietly as before, voice a soft wisp of sound between them, breath warm as it hits Sirius' face, lulling his body to relax more from its tightly wound state. "You were…beautiful, even in the dark and the dank. The sounds you made were intoxicating, something primal in them that made me – made that thing inside my head claw and howl for you, like he knew you were important." Remus stops and swallows thickly, Sirius able to hear it echoing in his ear. "When I scratched you, I didn't even realize at first, and you didn't seem to notice either. It wasn't until we were done that I saw the blood on my fingers and I panicked. Ran. Like a coward. I didn't really have a choice. I had to go, I know that, but I keep thinking that maybe if I'd been able stay, none of this – "

"If you'd stayed, it wouldn't have changed anything," interjects Sirius. "I would have wandered off because I was too pissed to see straight at that point, guessing by the opera, and this still would have happened. The only difference is that maybe I never would have met you again. Maybe you wouldn't be here now. Maybe I'd be spending my last days alone."

"Don't say that," begs Remus, face pained. "I'm not going to let that happen."

Sirius stares up at him, seeing the hopelessness in his eyes reflected in his own. "I don't know what you can do to stop it, Remus," he says weakly. "I'm stuck. Telling James anything is a bad idea. He won't believe it, I know him well enough for that. He'll accuse you of tricking him. He'll lash out. He's hurting and he'll make you hurt in return."

"I'm already hurting," whispers Remus, and he pulls Sirius in closer, clearly intending to stay this way for as long as possible, until a knock on the door interrupts their quiet, mournful solitude.

When Remus swings it open after leaving Sirius on the sofa, Sirius' breath escapes him as he takes in the figure standing on the other side. His mouth falls open, like he's staring at a figment that shouldn't exist, something long buried in his memory.

"Andy," he exhales.

"Hello, Remus," greets Andromeda, the same regal stance in her posture Sirius remembers so well, sending a chill racing down his spine even as something in him calls out to her.  

[somedaytakethetime]

Don't you even dare to ask me what this is because I don't know myself. I'm a harlot, I'm plagued, I'm the devil, I don't know. That's the answer. I find information online and I.JUST.CAN'T.LET.IT.GO. SCREAM INTO THE VOID WITH ME OKAY?? P.S. DON'T READ THIS

Notes: the most cursed, demonic, absolutely horribly filthy thing I'll ever sear anyone's eyes with? Possibly? This isn't as daring as I can get, ask my best friend if you don't believe me, but this is the most daring I'll ever be on here Warnings: do I need to? Read every other clue, babes, just.. pure filth... you know where the exit door is if you're a child. Also there's body insecurity in this. From a male perspective. Which gets written about very little, in my opinion, but it's prevalent and well... we're here to change the insecure kings opinions of themselves 😤 Word count: 4 154 words

It's a gradual thing. Something you don't realise at first. It happens slowly and covertly, so you don't really understand that it's happening. But at some point you start to piece it together. He watches himself in the mirror a lot, after showers and when he's getting dressed early in the morning. He avoids looking at himself late at night, especially after heavy and harsh days at work. He avoids looking at his body, unless he's scrutinising himself. Like... after.. Every. Single. Shower. You don't understand that's what he's doing at first, because he's so serious and focused as he looks at himself in the mirror from all angles. You assume he must be checking for bruises, cuts, scrapes, etc. That he must be assessing the damage that a harshly physical job brings. You'd want to take in all the damage too because it's painful to sit on a bruise you didn't know was there until you squashed it.. it's happened to him a lot more than he'll ever admit. But.. you catch him squeezing his stomach once. He did it so fast you barely understood that's what he did. Until it hit you that he just did something you're always doing too, when you look in the mirror, and feel insecure about yourself. He becomes closed off after that. Doesn't touch you as much, doesn't let you touch him much either. His clothes have always been looser, he likes being comfortable, but somehow they become even looser. He avoids anything that flatters him, dresses in baggy, completely dark clothes. Like he's trying to become a walking void. He starts stressing about aging too. Looks in the mirror and prodes at his face, looking for wrinkles and white hairs. None that exist at all. But he seems to think they do.. and then he starts making comments..

Seems obsessed with your age too, the difference between you both. Who's younger, who's older, how many years, months, days, there are between you. What he was up to in x year vs where you were. What he was doing, what he already knew how to do, what little amount of experience and life you might have lived in year y when he was already on an inevitable path to becoming who he is today. Becomes obsessed with time, stresses about the future. Stresses about the past, feels sadly nostalgic, reminisces and wishes he could have been there earlier, wishes to change who he is to match up with you better. Wishes things were different and there was more time. Acts as if the end of the world is looming near and there's only 5 more minutes on earth left to spend together. Looks sad and forlorn. And the most frustrating and infuriating thing is that he doesn't let you in. Shuts you down when you remind him that reality isn't what he's imagining in his head lately. Dismisses you when you challenge his view and explain that things are fine and there's so many more years in a lifetime to be lived, there's time for everything and more. Pushes you away when you try to touch him at times even.. makes you feel cold inside. Confused and scared that things might be falling apart and you can't fix it because he won't let you in. It starts to enrage you. Because he keeps pushing his own perceived notions of everything onto you, assumes the "reality" he's seeing as something that you are seeing when you couldn't see it further from that if you tried. It all comes to blows late one night after a disastrous dinner.

You put on your nicest dress. You wanted to look nice for him, wanted him to see you again because he wasn't looked at you in a while now. You miss him so badly. Miss his touch, miss his kisses, miss.. well.. you miss feeling his body on yours in ways that the bible possibly wouldn't approve of.. it's been what? a month? possibly a month now. He complains he's stressed, that there's too much on his plate, that he's too distracted by work but he forgets that.. usually.. it was most prevalent when he was stressed.. because, in his own words, 'you relaxe me like nothing else, baby'. Cheesy and he's the first to admit it, but there's something deep and almost fragilely emotional behind the jokes. Like every time he teases and says cheesy lines he means them deeply, he's just afraid to show exactly how deeply that is. Even in the longing looks he gives you, which have become more frequent lately, it's as if he's deeply afraid to lose you but only biding his time until you'll inevitably walk away. As if he doesn't believe he's good enough for you.. and he makes it evident all through dinner. Comments on how the waiter keeps checking you out, something which would normally bring out his jealous side and he'd feel the need to assert his dominance to every man in a 10km radius. Not tonight. He comments on how young the waiter is, how he seems to be in great shape, and dares to look at you and say "Maybe you should ditch the old man and go for a young one.. it might suit you better." winks and tries to act like it's playful but.. you've had enough. You push away from the table "That's it. I want to go home. I've lost my appetite." and you just walk out to go wait by his car. He's fuming by the time he gets to you but says nothing. Drives in absolute silence too and you're so hurt and angry you can't find it in yourself to say a word. When you arrive, you rush into the house, leaving him behind to park in the garage, but he's somehow not far behind you by the time you're tossing your shoes aside. "Did you think that was funny? Did you enjoy ruining our dinner?" he has the utter gall to say... and you lose your temper finally.

"Excuse me?? I did what now?" and he marches towards you, presses his body to yours, you almost feel angry when you think this is the closest he's gotten to you in 3 weeks, he looms over you and reminds you exactly of how big his body is, says irritated "You stormed out over a stupid joke and you ruined the nice dinner we'd been having. By now you should know that I joke around a lot, I don't get why you acted this way tonight. You can be such a child sometimes." you're not in your right mind but you're so angry that you push him. Harshly. He stumbles back a little, wasn't expecting that from you, looks at you hurt and offended. But you just scoff and march towards him now "No, I did not. You ruined our fucking dinner by being a Debbie Downer. Same way you've been every single fucking day lately. Mentioned some other man whom I wouldn't even look once at proper, let alone twice, daring to suggest that I should make a switch. How are you this fucking dense?" you're toe to toe, looking into each other's eyes, angry at each other. There's a crackling of electricity in the air around you, you're both on the verge of losing your tempers entirely. "Maybe you need a younger man, he'd probably have more patience to put up with your childish behaviour. I'm old and tired." you've never wanted to slap him before, but he's making it really hard on you not to.. "No, you're fucking not! Have you heard yourself lately?! I'm old this, I'm finished that, I'm such and such. What the hell has gotten into you?? All the jokes about me being too young, all the comments about other guys and their bodies, all the shit about how I should probably leave before I have to start caring for the elderly.. what the fuck?? What is your problem?! If you're sick and tired of me just break up, don't bully me into leaving and try to make it seem like it's my fucking choice!" he suddenly gets serious. He feels there's a threat to his relationship, that the real option that you might leave is right there in front of him, that this is the end.. and he doesn't know how to deal with that. He's hurt just thinking about it. So he shuts down as he always does. "If you want to leave you can go right ahead. You know where the doors are and no one has ever locked you in this house against your will. But don't blame it on me, I haven't told you to do shit." and he just walks away.

You stare at the wall in front of you, the empty space he's left behind, for likely 5 or more minutes. It's eerily quiet in the bedroom, even though he's in there, and you're trying to let your anger settle down. He's hurt, he feels threatened, he feels pushed. He only ever reacts with cold detachment when he feels deeply hurt. You're trying so hard not to be hurt but you can't help the tears running down your cheeks. You love this man so much it hurts, physically, like there's aches in your chest when you think about how deeply you love him, how desperately you desire him, how much you want to spend all your minutes with him forever. It hurts deeply that he doesn't seem to accept that, or believe it, lately. Something has changed and he won't let you in on it. It feels cold to be left out, you thought you shared everything as one. It's painful to think you don't. But you don't want this to be the end. You're not ready to let go, you'll never be. You take a deep breath and turn around, walk to the bedroom and find him curled in on himself. Frozen in place and eerily still. 'Deeply hurt.. makes two of us, mate' you think. Clearly, he's not ready to let go either. You lay down behind him, wrap your arms around him as best as you can and you feel his whole body tense up. "I love you. I don't understand why you don't believe me, but I love you so much. I don't know what else to do to show this to you in a way you'll accept it too." He takes several minutes but eventually turns around. His face is red, he's trying not to cry in front of you but his eyes are filled with tears. He pulls you to him, kisses you softly but so deeply, whispers in that rough and affected voice of his that's so unfairly and wrongly sexy for the moment, "I love you so much that I want to die thinking about you leaving me." "Then why are you pushing me away?" he won't meet your eyes, his voice is soft and whispered, dripping with insecurity now, "Because I don't deserve you."

"No. No no no. No." you shake your head, hold his face and keep kissing him, want to pour all the love you feel into him so he'll believe it too. His hands wrap around your body, pull you so tight to him that you can feel every line of muscle in his body, every tendon moving, every ridge and curve of him, "Don't ever say that again, just don't. Don't say that." he shakes his head "It's true. You're just.. you deserve better. I'm washed up, tired, old and just.." he whispers so so quietly you barely hear it. Fat. It takes you so many seconds to realise he said it. He just called himself fat. The scoff you let out fills the air. You're furious now. Who said it? Who insulted him? Who broke his confidence this way?? Who was it?? You'll have their heads on a platter. How dare anyone insult your man? How dare anyone make him feel like his body isn't the picture of perfection? In another century he would have had artists tripping over themselves to sculpt him out of marble, he would have been Adonis.. David.. the ideal male physique. He would have been considered a god. "How dare you? Who said it??" he just looks at you "Who the fuck said you were fat? I'll kick their ass! Who was the fucker that made you feel insecure??", he leans up and moves from you, sits up on the bed, and looks at the floor, "No one had to say anything. I have eyes, you know? I get dressed around men every single day, I've seen more men naked in the last ten years than most people have in a lifetime.. I can see the differences between us." you scramble up to sit next to him, angry and shocked that he's thinking these things about himself, "How the fu-.. no! Absolutely not! What the hell?? No! You are not less than any other guy. In fact! You're hotter than all of them combined! There is not a single guy out there that can compete with you and win. You're just..." you gesture wildly, can't even pin down exactly what he stands for and how insanely attractive he is, "You're everything! You're all of it! You're smart, you're cultured, you have unbelievably quick reflexes, you have a body that would make Gods jealous, you're so fucking fine.., you also have the stamina of a fighting bull and.." you trail off, get distracted by all the flashes of heated memories flooding your mind, all the times he's had you whining, writhing, moaning, biting and clawing at him.. all the times he's had you in tears from how good he is.. all the times he's left you wobbly legged and sore, faint even hours after he was done, dreaming about it and wanting more.. your voice is clearly affected when you speak again "You're so good, baby, no one can match you. Ever. You're the whole package. You're so sweet and caring too, and loving, and supportive. You make me feel so safe, so loved, so confident.." you feel deeply hurt that he makes you feel beautiful and desirable every time yet he's riddled with insecurity and you can't fix it as easily, you don't have to be subjected to seeing women you know on the covers of 'Hottest Guy Alive' magazines and making it to the tops of 'hottest players' lists.. he has to see that. Polls, online discussions, debates, comments, everything from everywhere. Subjected to scrutiny. Criticism. Comments about their bodies and doubts about their fitness levels depending on their shape. It makes you sick. Makes your blood boil. It happens to women, of course, but men rarely get another man defending them. Especially in this field. You want him to see it, want him to know it. So.. you take the best approach you know how: go for his ego. Turn him on. You get closer to him, say softly, "This is strictly off the record and just between us but...", whisper right in his ear, "You're so fucking hot that I'm always soaked around you..." he straightens up, gives you such a heated look.. you keep whispering, looking him in the eyes, "Especially lately... you haven't touched me in so long.. just the other night... I-.." "You what?" you can feel him radiating heat, radiating need..

"You were sleeping naked.. which you rarely do lately and it's really fucking offensive mind you.. but.. the sheet had moved down because you keep tossing and turning lately.. and you were just there.. totally naked... hard.. and I.. fuck, I wanted it so badly.. I've missed you so much.. that I just touched myself imagining all the times that we've woken each other up to have sex.." he scoots closer to you, his eyes are on fire.. "Did you now?" you nod and bite your lip softly, whisper so so quietly "I was completely drenched.. I've.. really missed you... you have no idea how attractive you are.. and the effect that has on me.." he kisses you so roughly. Pulls you to him tightly, his tongue making it's way to stroke against yours, he pulls back and bites your lip, grins when you whine, kisses you deeper, spit and tongues mixing together as you fall back into a pile on the bed. His hands leave a fire in their wake as he pulls your dress off of you in a hurry, you undress him just as hurriedly, albeit rougher than he was, desperate to get him exactly where you need him. It's a need at this point. The same way you need to breath to survive. You need him to survive too. You go insane without his touch. You've been so irritated and on edge lately... he's been so cranky too... because you're both balls of pent up sexual frustration. "You're not fat, not even a bit. The only thing that's fat about you is your co-" he laughs into the kiss he gives you, a light-hearted laugh, and a giddy feeling spreads through your body. He hasn't been this happy in a long while. You love his laugh, you love everything about him. You cling to him as his body sinks into yours, so deep that sparks burst behind your eyelids. It's been enough time since this happened that it's a stretch.. he's.. not the smallest man around, in fact.. "Fucking hell, you're too much, you know that?" he just laughs, low and rough, mixed with a moan right there in your ear, "You've never complained before.. quite the contrary, baby.." he's right. You love the feeling of him. How big he is, how heavy his body is on top of yours, how warm and sturdy he feels too.. he makes you feel caged, but in the most comforting way possible. He's breathing in your ear as he thrusts slowly, it's been a while for him too, he needs to go slow for the sake of both of you. Needs to let both of your bodies adjust again, sink into this feeling, enjoy how good it feels when you're this close. He's missed you like this, under him and so willing.. he's missed your body as badly as he's missed closeness to you. He's such an idiot for going this long without touching and kissing you..

He sinks even deeper as he drops more of his weight on you, you whine loudly and bite on his shoulder, nails digging into his strong arms. A struggling, disbelieving laugh is exhaled from him, he shivers and moans roughly. He doesn't even want to move, just wants to stay right here, exactly like this, forever. He pauses to enjoy the feeling, the warmth, the slickness, the clenching. How soft your skin is. How pliable and tender you are under him. He feels every bit of him touching every bit of you. Suddenly he becomes hyper aware of that. His naked body is touching yours. His stomach... he's taken the biggest dislike to his stomach now... he doesn't have the tight, washboard abs he sees on most guys. He's meatier, always been. It makes him insecure lately. And he's now hyper aware that that fleshiness is touching your body. He recoils at the thought, his body tenses up and you feel it immediately. He starts to pull away but you lock your legs around his hips, pull him back, say desperately, nearly in tears, "No, no no no. Don't. Please don't, I need it so badly. I've missed you. I want you so much, god, I want you so badly. Don't. No, just don't." he pauses, tries to clench his abs so he can make his softness less evident, so it doesn't touch you that closely, and you know he's doing it. You used to do just that at the start. Tried to make your body look and feel more toned. So that he'd love you and he wouldn't find you unattractive. He made you realise that he thinks you're the hottest thing on two legs no matter how you look. So.. "I love your tummy, stop doing that shit." it startles him, he looks down at you and you're starring right into his eyes. You lock gazes and your voice is dripping with need when you speak "You don't realise how fucking amazing it feels.. you don't get that your body is just.. amazing for sex. I want you to press down on me because it.. I can't explain it but it feels so good. Like you're touching me deeper even without touching me. It feels amazing, it's just.. sex with you feels godly. Relax. I want to feel your body, all of you. Because it feels really fucking good from my end and you're robbing me of a really good orgasm if you hold back.. and that is what I might have to leave you over.." he looks unsure for a long moment. You play with his hair, your other hand runs your nails up and down the middle of his back and you feel him shiver, he moans softly.. his lids slide shut.. and you feel it. He starts to relax, little by little, let's all the restraint go and presses down on you.

You can feel every millimetre of him pressed to you. Locking you down against the mattress, overheating your skin. Making you dizzy, skin on fire as he speeds up, sinks so deep that your eyes can't focus and you have to shut them. There's a pounding in your head, your heart is beating so fast that you can feel the veins pulsating in your temples. Every muscle, every tendon, and every bulging vein in his body is palpable to you. You feel the tensing and the relaxing, the tendons stretching and pulling back, you can feel his blood rushing in his veins, his heart beats in sync with yours pressed tightly to your breast. You're only one body in this moment. You feel the tummy pressing into you, putting pressure on your core, something that feels so good and he tried to pull away from you.. nearly robbed you of one thing that drives you wild. You love the look of him, you love the feel of him even more. It makes you desperate, pant for air, makes you shiver and moan, soft and whiny, into his neck. Makes you rise higher and higher as you tighten more and more around him. He's speaking but you can't focus on what he's saying, so lost in your own need that all his whispered words turn into just the hum of his sexy voice in your ear. You can feel it building up at the base of your spine, can almost touch it right at your fingertips. He moves faster, whispering something that sounds so sexy yet you can't make out exactly what it is, and you just crumble under him. Claw his back, bite his shoulder, muffle your garbled whines and moans and fall apart so hard that you feel you're melting all over. You feel him, right there, right along with you too. It feels heavenly, you've missed him so much. You're giggling and crying afterwards, muffled sounds into his shoulder, tears staining his skin as you shake and cling to him. He pulls back, concerned that you're hurt, you look at him and give him a watery smile. "I love you so much." emotion chokes you and he looks affected too "I love you so deeply, I love you.". Tears are running down your face as giggles burst from you. You pull him down into a kiss, melt into him, sigh so relaxed and just hold him tightly. He rolls sideways and takes you with him, holds you close and plays with your hair, kisses your temple as you trace circles on his chest and rub your face all over him like a cat. "Are you okay?" he asks almost a little concerned and you nod, smile up at him, "I missed you.." you're rewarded with a sweet kiss, a soft smile and a caress to your cheek, "I missed you too. I'm really sorry for being a dickhead. I was a fucking idiot, I'm sorry." you nuzzle him and say "I think I can forgive you..." he raises an eyebrow and gives you that look he always does "If..." you sigh.. smile so sweetly.. devil personified.. "If you keep doing that all night.. you know.. to make up for all the times you haven't lately.." he burst into a light laugh and says, a little cocky, "I think I can manage that.." before he's kissing you breathless. It's going to be a long night, but that's exactly what you had been planning for..

[heartstringsduet]

Why didn't you like what they had Gwyn say? I think it made sense that Owen would be the one to think of her as he watched his son get married. He was thinking of how much they'd both worried about their son and how now they can both be at peace knowing that he'll be ok no matter what. And I think it would have brought him comfort to know that his soulmate would tell him that they did right by their child

Oh I definitely don't want to change your mind if you liked it.

I didn't hate it either but I think I found the way they did it too cheesy and cliché (and I am saying that about THIS show lol). I think by itself, what she said was beautiful. I interpret it as something that Owen thinks she would say, and no matter how selfless and generous we like to be, I think there is a sense of pride in helping someone out of a situation that was bad for them. And don't get me wrong, Owen did move him to Texas and though it isn't shown explicitely, I think TK at least thinks his parents were there for him in bad times and that's ultimately what matters.

So Owen thinking "We did it. We saved him." about his son makes sense for me. I still liked what he said at the rehearsal dinner better. TK had to do it. The hardest work with addiction is the work the addicted person has to do. Both can be true though. Support is so important, to get a leg up to help yourself. And parents probably feel so helpless when it comes to their children's struggles that the relief of them being better is overwhelming. I do like that he thought of Gwyn and I can even see herself say it if she were alive. Add to that my general 'meh' feeling about marriage as the be all end all (it's a cultural difference FOR SURE. marriage is a lot bigger in the US than in larger cities here) and thinking that with this day, exchanging of rings, TK's life is "safe" vs. a minute before where the love and security he got from Carlos were the exact same as after the ceremony is just a bit weird to me personally. But then TK did really want to marry so I will not be too jaded about that. So that was the statement. 50/50 for me for how I feel about it. Ultimately, it makes sense. I don't mind it much. I might be #bitter because my own #issues 😬 But what I do not like is how they did it. The whole standing at the tree in a way they might have tried to make Gwyn seem younger, like she was when TK was born with her hair and her outfit? Really did not work for me. Idk, I feel she looks older even but not intentionally so. And I can't get over the leaning against the tree. Just a bit too cheesy for me. And it felt extra bittersweet with the entire way the episode dealt with Gabriel's death right before. Again. I kind of like sharing what I think about scenes but I don't because I fear it will change someone's mind on something they like. Honestly? Finding joy in scenes can be so personal.

[leffee]

How Vinnie’s friends would react to Vinnie cutting off his very long hair for a short cut.

Zoe: "Vinnie, darling, you look absolutely stunning! But I must admit, I'll miss the endless styling possibilities your long hair provided. It was like having my own personal canvas to work with."

Pepper: "Whoa, Vinnie, where did all your hair go? Did you get into a fight with a lawnmower *laughs* you're rocking the new look though!

Russell: what made you go for such a big chop? You look different, but I gotta say, I'm proud of you for making such a bold change." *he fixes Vinnie's short hair with his hand, offering a supportive nod.*

Minka: Hey, Vinnie, where’s your hair? can I pet your head!? It looks so short now, like a freshly groomed puppy!" "You know what, Vinnie? I should totally paint your new look!” *she continues petting his head, brainstorming artistic ideas.*

Sunil: Whoa, Vinnie, what happened to all your hair??Are you okay?? *runs his fingers through Vinnie's hair*Hey, it looks good, but it's definitely gonna take me some getting used to..." who knows, maybe you'll decide to grow it out again someday."

Penny: Wow, Vinnie, I didn't expect this! But you know what? You look great!! Although, I'll admit, I'll definitely miss braiding your hair. It was always so much fun experimenting with different styles." *she offers him a supportive smile and a hug* “Do you like your new look?" *she gazes at him with a mix of curiosity and genuine interest, eager to hear his thoughts.*

- Second one done I hope you like this one I definitely love this idea-

I love this idea too, as much as I like him with really long hair, the idea of him one day just chopping off all this grass is very nice, cause it would be such a big difference.

Yeah, oh Zoe would be devastate by not being able to style his hair now. She loves her shorter hair and all, but that's why having someone with such long hair on hand was nice but now it's gone, and Pepper never let's her mess with her hair and everyone else has it short, at least in my headcanon.

Pepper's "did you get into a fight with a lawnmower" is just xD, but yeah. He had this long hair for ages, so when one day he comes and it's gone? You'd think that maybe, just maybe there was some sort of accident since he didn't say he was planning doing that. I think he just had an anime girl moment when he looked at himself in the mirror and had some deep thoughts and then decided to have it cut, not with a lawnmower though!

With Russell? Vinnie's basically just happy to get touched, so while Russell's praising him he kinda just leans into his hand, not listening, cause he likes the touch. ...Wait, no touching the hair! It will get greasy D: it's still his best feature after all.

Same with Minka he's just 🤤, while at the same time he doesn't want it to get greasy, so he's "Wait stop-" "Wait, no-" "Wait-" "...Freshly groomed puppy?" He's not sure it's that's a compliment or not, but he'll take it. 

Minka: Hey, Vinnie, where’s your hair?

Vinnie: It's gone, reduced to atoms.

Again with Sunil, yesss run his hand through his hair yes mmmmm.

And Penny too misses braiding his hair awww, I don't blame her, those two are so cute together. I think she would still play with his hair even if it's a bit harder now.

And guess what, his hair might be mostly gone, but you know what that means, his neck is now soo open and vulnerable, I think this should be taken advantage of >:3. Neck affection stuff might just be my favourite kind of affection, either between romantic or platonic partners, it's just a really sensitive part of body and elicits such cute reactions. I think we should do it with Vinnie.

[pipperoni32-blog]

Powerless

by Lauren Roberts / 5 stars

Oh. My. Kai.

The World: When a plague blazed through Ilya, it left behind something remarkable - new abilities that will forever shape the land's power dynamic. Four tiers form: the Elites, those whose power is the strongest, and most useful. Mundanes, whose powers are either weak or not of use defensive or offensively. Fatals, whose powers are banned for being too dangerous, like mind reading or silencers who can suppress the abilities of others. And the Ordinaries, those with no magic at all. Years later, the king decrees the dangers of the Ordinaries - that they contain a disease that gradually weakens the power of the Elites. He exiles them, driving thousands out of the royal city, and any who remain are sentenced to death when found. As a reminder of the sacrifice the king made to keep the kingdom safe, the Purging Trials are formed. Games that pit the best of the Elites against each other, showcasing their abilities and bringing glory to Ilya. With Mundanes as extra fodder. The Trials that don't have to be a blood bath, but where's the fun in that? And often, there are Elites who are only too happy to oblige.

Paedyn - a thief who lives in Loot, the slums of the royal city. Most dangerous of all, an Ordinary who disguises herself as a Psychic. When she targets a handsome Elite, she doesn't know he's the second prince, nor does she ever plan to see him again. Then he's attacked by a silencer, and she can't walk away. Saving his life changes hers in ways she can't imagine. When she's selected in the Trials, Paedyn will do all she can to break all odds and survive. Little does she expect for both princes to be drawn to her, doing their best to help her navigate the palace and the upcoming Trials. Kitt, the heir, the future king whose eyes are so like his father's. The eyes she hates, those of the person who murdered her father. Kai, the enforcer, the monster... the boy who will be forced to kill her if her secret is found out.

Kai - the younger prince, trained to be the king's Enforcer. The one who tortures the prisoners, kills the enemies of the crown, and hunts down the elusive Ordinaries. With the sixth edition of the Trials about to begin, Kai knows he'll be a competitor, and that he's expected to win. He's grown up and trained with most of the Elites on the list, raised in the castle alongside him. When his adoptive brother Jaxon is also selected, Kai knows he'll do anything to keep him safe. Except a certain silver haired girl is also selected... one who makes Kai think that maybe he's not just the monster that the king made him to be. That maybe a small part of who he used to be still exists.

My impressions: wow, what a ride! While this book may be reminiscent of the Hunger Games with how the Trials play out, it's a fresh take and stands wholly on its own. The friendships and different familial bonds are refreshing and complex. Fun banter provides levity and keeps things from being too bleak. Fantastic world building, with a thought provoking sense of morality. It's easy to believe the popular story, to put your trust in those who are supposed to look out for your best interests, when you're granted wealth and privilege. But when that facade cracks, what are you willing to stand for? Everything I look for in a dystopian romantasy! Then there's Kai, who makes me rethink everything I thought I valued and wanted in a main MC...

I did a mix of reading and listening to the audiobook, then after finishing the physical book I had to finish the audiobook, because it was so good! Chase Brown might just be my new favorite male narrator. Amazing job!

[captainvav]

oh my god holy shit, dbd gay people

asher finds mars, once, in that space between trials that so very few can ever find. he wonders, briefly, if it's jordan's influence on the both of them, jordan's unrelenting fondness. loyalty, jordan had admitted low one time, was his greatest strength and weakness combined, and the entity hated it. loyalty and love.

mars is there, now, in jordan's tree. in one of the spare beds, low to the floor and small, with shitscrap for blankets and a flat sort of pillow that makes asher's neck hurt just looking at the damn thing. despite it, though, mars looks comfortable. cozy, even, curled up as he is with the sheet pulled high to his chin, ducked close to his chest.

"shit," asher swears softly, even as he inches closer and lower to get a better look. "fucking shit, jord, you've done it this time."

there's a shuffle behind him. jordan stands hesitantly in the doorway, far more awkward than he should for a fucking killer, hands twisting over each other as he looks at the both of them with uncovered eyes.

"so, um," this literal murderer says, ashamed like a teen who got caught sneaking out late by his parents. "i may have... gotten attached."

"...clearly," asher says, and glances back down again. mars is considerably clean, for where he is and has been. it's the mark of a decently new survivor among all of this. his hair is long, and soft, and let loose of the usual scruffy bun. "you haven't even really known him that long."

"long enough," jordan admits uncomfortably. "he's.... good."

"my kind of good, or-"

"no," the captain hisses. asher grimaces in quiet apology, and waits until he's calm again. "no, just... good. kind and good. you were different, a good different, and he's a different kind of good different."

"i think i'm following," asher says, "but that shouldn't be reason alone. plenty of others were good, before him. and plenty others will be after."

he does not say he no longer feels good, nor that he ever felt good. not in the way the others might. not in the way jordan sees in mars. asher knows there is something bone deep in him that has changed and is still changing, and he and the entity are locked in a silent battle for it. he wonders if he will lose jordan, when his different finally means he is not that.

"i don't want you hurt," jordan manages, and pulls asher closer. "i don't want you hurt by anyone but me," he amends, "and i don't want him hurt the same."

"oh," he says. "okay."

"can we sleep?" jordan asks, hilariously meek for, again, a literal murderer. "if that's- if him being here throws you off, i get it-"

"it's fine," asher tells him, still watching mars carefully for any signs of the usual night terrors and momentary awakenings. "we can sleep. he'll be okay, right?"

"doubt he'll even remember being here," jordan promises. "you barely did, the first few times, and we were.... involved, then."

"oh," asher says again. he doesn't say another word the rest of the night.

(he catches mars a few matches later, trapped in the jungle with a few others. there is an arrow in his shoulder, and asher pulls him aside to pull it out and dress the wound. usually, the arrows dissolve into dust and smoke when they're pulled- it's a testament to something, when it doesn't dissipate in asher's hand. it says something more when he passes it, unthinkingly, to mars, and notes it doesn't wilt in his touch either.

mars keeps watching him with curious, curious eyes. after a long moment, he glances to the center tree, and relaxes, just a little, when one of the survivors screams clear across the clearing.

c'mon, asher says, let's get to the doors.

hatch is in the tree, mars tells him, soft and gentle, and squeezes his hands before he hits hard at the rock with a toolbox and starts his sprint far and away. asher watches him go, startled and aching.

he is good, he thinks. kind and good, and too damn smart for any of it. the captain comes closer, purpose in his stride, and asher feels his heart stutter as he forgets about mars, and turns to face his music.)

[soleilocverse]

Chapter 17 Commentary

I think it was v fun to write Ray POV cooking a meal vs. Soleil POV cooking a meal! Like :) Soleil's is so drawn-out and over-anxious and detailed /because/ he's over-anxious. he's never certain about if he's done a good job (and is v concerned about that) until he gets outside approval and it Shows. Ray is not nearly as stressed or distressed about the cooking itself and so I hope it was conveyed the different vibes.

Emily is not as privy to Soleil's trauma but she knows something is Up. She's also not close enough to him to ask (either to understand more or offer support) which leads to her often being like, hm. Well, moving on. When smth is obvs Up and she doesn't want to pry or linger. I think she's the type of chara to not like, try and Guess what's up either. I have other charas who might try and extrapolate based on reactions but i genuinely think Emily's like, kay well, he'll tell me or he won't.

soleil has not been the biggest fan of wearing turtlenecks for a While. idt i like? put that in the fic until this point, he just. doesn't wear them if he can help it. soleil has a Thing about saying he doesn't like something if it could be the Wrong opinion or hurt someone else's feelings or get Him hurt or make him look ungrateful etc, and this will :) keep coming up in the fic :)

same w/ Soleil's ankle pain from last chapter. Not only would he not Say anything, his internal narration doesn't make mention of it either, because what would be the point or recognizing it? It's not like anything would change so he should just do his best to work around it.

Though I think he Does consciously clock that he doesn't like the turtlenecks and consciously works around it (like making sure he has enough of his other shirts so he doesn't have to wear them). while w/ his pain, bc he's so used to it, it doesn't consciously register--especially because he's used to always being in pain and before he can think too much about it, he's already resigned to the fact that it's going to hurt for a while bc he stood too much. but eventually it'll go back to hurting a little less. And so he's a little more careful (bc it's not like he /wants/ to be in more pain) but it's a routine and unconscious kind of adjustment, one that doesn't prompt dwelling in his POV chapters.

It was unintentional repeating "in a move" etc during the sex scene but I really liked that they each got their own separate thing.

I do waffle every time about including a sex scene, or if maybe i should add a content (not trigger) warning if there's going to be one that ch. i do try and keep them on the shorter side tho, and i also tend to think that people could just skip it if they didn't want to read?

LOL ALSO, unintentionally :) ray running his hand through each of his partners' hair during the sex scene mirroring earlier

Actually: that is one of the main reasons I'm deciding to keep the smut in the chapter. I'd started drafting up a separate work to put it in but!! I think it's fun that there are parallels in their relationships + behaviors in and out of sex, plus it's an important part of their connection/dynamic and i hope/don't think it's too out of place to include it

i think it's also just. good setup for future plotlines re: sex can be fun and teasing and enjoyable and entirely consensual, double re: soleil's past trauma [will continue to waffle about this]

me setting up to post and realizing one more. that i have forgotten a title for the ch (i have. One ch title planned as of rn, everything else is just OH FUCK, i forgot :) vibes As I'm posting)

[kimbap-r0ll]

Helloo!! Here to make a small hc request with Pomefiore

Mc thats really likes to dress up and changes aesthetics a lot but never wears make up just bc they don't want to

Hello! Sorry this is so late, I'm a bit busy and the inbox is pretty full rn ;-;. Either way, this sounds like an interesting scenario, thank you for the request!

Pomefiore x gn!reader who likes dressing up without makeup

Vil

First of all, he would be very interested in all the aesthetics you are into. Maybe the two of you could go out in matching themes one day!

He definitely chooses outfits for you on some occasions but he also wants you to give your opinion on his own looks. Maybe he should go with a vest and a shirt this time instead of a turtleneck?

BUT when he hears you don't want to do makeup just because you don't feel like it, he'll stop. He wants you to at least put on sunscreen or do a bunch of skincare stuff just in case, and you might want to try experimenting with makeup too (it's lowkey fun in his view haha).

He might ask if he can do some for you, like putting eyeliner on you and stuff. Please say yes, it'll be a lot of fun.

Overall he doesn't mind, he does like to see what kinds of fashion choices you make each day but makeup is really up to you. He thinks you look beautiful without makeup, but he wants you to try it for the fun of it too.

Rook

He likes guessing what kinds of outfits you try on for each day, usually he's right because he can read you so well haha.

I feel like he would also want to do matching outfits. The two of you look super cute together like that too. By the way, if you wear something new each day, expect to hear some poems or at least a sonnet for you about how much he likes your style on that day. He's very eloquent (eccentric?) with his words too!

He literally doesn't care if you do makeup or not. You look beautiful without it anyways, so what's the point of putting it on? He might want you to try putting makeup on him one day however, only if you want to. Who knows, you might have fun doing eyeshadow for him!

If you ever need help in outfits or whenever makeup has to be done, ask him! He has keen eyes for fashion honestly and he can choose outfits very well. Meanwhile with makeup, I feel like he doesn't do as much as Vil, but he definitely will enjoy doing some makeup for you. Maybe he could kiss the lipstick on you haha.

Rook is like a chiller version of Vil, but the main difference is how much compliments come out of his mouth. He could go on for thirty minutes straight just about how you decided to style your hair that day haha.

Epel

He loves that you don't do makeup, he doesn't like it too! I feel like he's the complete opposite of Vil and Rook, and instead he actively encourages not doing any with you.

He does find it interesting how you come up with so many different fashion styles, and he might want to learn a bit more about your favorite aesthetics. If you like cottagecore by the way, he's the guy you should ask for help with! He literally lived in the rural sides, so I'm sure he has ideas.

While Epel might not do a lot of outfit changes, that doesn't mean he won't want to help you. He likes going window shopping with you, often finding the best ways to haggle for items if needed (marketplace tactics!). He also offers to help carry things if you want to, he's a strong man after all.

I feel like he would appreciate how you show your natural beauty rather than putting on makeup, and he really thinks you are beautiful and handsome! He probably tells Vil that he too doesn't need any makeup because you can pull it off ("But you aren't y/n" Vil would say haha what a mean guy). If you ever want him to help you with makeup though, the two of you are lowkey screwed because both of you don't like it and he has no clue how to do anything related to it haha.

Overall, he's probably the most similar to you in the sense that he just doesn't see the point in doing makeup. He loves you, and once again, if you like cottagecore, please go on breaks with him back to his hometown!