#doing it

[bookwyrminspiration]

i love how so many characters are like “this is a shitty, immoral thing to do…good thing I’m not a good person *does it*”

[allo-frouto]

Favourite way to masturbate?

With him watching.

[spartalabouche]

if you are here because of my cat post: STOP DIGGING AROUND IN MY BLOG LOOKING FOR OLD POSTS. THEYRE ALL DELETED AND I WILL NOT LINK YOU THEM OR SHOW YOU THEM. i will block you if i see you doing it ITS WEIRD AND CREEPY

[kazemi-archive]

✵☽ Kinktober 2022 ✵☾

( sprinkled with a little bit of fluff )

Release dates are subject to change but will be attempted to be done on time 💜

Status — Ended

✵ 1st - Daichi x Degredation

✵ 2nd - Oikawa x Fluff of the Week

✵ 3rd - Hinata x Orgasm Control

✵ 4th - Kita x CNC

✵ 5th - Akaashi x Corruption

✵ 6th - Kozume x Sensory Deprivation

✵ 7th - Matsukawa x Bondage

✵ 8th - Yamaguchi x Fluff of the Week

✵ 9th - Semi x Impact Play

✵ 10th - Kyōtani x Cuckolding ft. Iwaizumi

✵ 11th - Tendou x Exhibitionism

✵ 12th - Kageyama x Breeding

A/N: Depending on how overwhelmed I get is what this posting schedule is dependent on.

[alectoperdita]

i have the opposite of dni. i need to be actively given permission to interact. 😞

[three-red-horns]

Doing It

"People who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those who are doing it." George Bernard Show

If you have been following me for a while, you probably noticed that I avoid posting or reblogging quotes, but this one really strikes the chord.

For those of us who get "interrupted", keep doing it. Find and connect with those who do support you, appreciate and cherish you, who are your biggest fans. Even if you are doing it solo, remember, there is always someone out there who will think the same as you.

Keep calm and do not give up! #3RHwriting

[tngrace]

Where can a girl find some Sky Med fics??

[starsinshadows]

@hargrove should have seen this coming...

ㅤ"Sooooo, hypothetically, since a fox is a 'wild animal' and can't live in the trailer but we both know that Max is in love with the idea of a pet," he started, tone trying for fake casual and failing utterly, but he wasn't expecting to fool Billy, anyway. "It'd probably make you some kind of hero if a kitten appeared in here instead. Maybe an orange one, like the fox?"

[alex-a-roman]

Touching grass. Now what?

[necroticarts]

beatrice

[postsecretsalone]

Be scared and do it anyway.

[personshapedsplder]

YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS!!!! LETS GOOOOO

[growing-at-peace]

so I may a vision board for my career this 2024 (and pulled out a couple of old posts from my tumblr studyblr days so I follow my own advice!)

[ervotica]

gingers are hotter and that’s that

you’ve convinced me, nonnie

[arcxnumvitae]

Sometime later

“You summoned me?” Iomhar stepped into throne room, the space nearly empty save for him and the king for likely the first time that week. The throne sat empty as the king stood off to the side, eyes upwards and watching the night sky through a distant window set up above. 

The last time he had been here was for his punishment for killing Lord Arasgain. He still remembered the sound of the whip cutting through the air, and the agony as it dug through his back. The blood he’d shed had long since been cleaned, or possibly absorbed into the dirt itself, but still the fae couldn’t help from eyeing the spot as he passed.

The king didn’t respond, his face impassive and stony as he turned towards him. There was no warning, no twitch of muscle nor flicker of intent in the man’s face that could have alerted him before a whip was suddenly zinging through the air towards him. An image of another whip moving towards him, one tipped with iron and wielded mercilessly, ran through Iomhar’s head and his body moved automatically, arms raising to shield himself from the attack. 

It was when the woody material of the whip wrapped around his forearm without the expected bite of iron that the realization struck Iomhar, but it was too late. The enchantment in the king’s weapon sank in, Iomhar grunting as he could already feel the compulsion of it working against his will through the whip wrapped around unyielding stone skin.

King Camhlaidh’s voice was emotionless. “Tell me everything that you know of Sivel’s past and his actions.”

Sinking to his knees, Iomhar fought the magic that seemed to set into his veins and hook into his very being, threatening to claw the truth from him if he allowed it even an inch of opportunity. Iomhar grunted as he was already fighting to catch his breath. “I...will not.” 

“You will, it is an order.” The king growled as he strode closer without an ounce of concern for the way the fae strained. “It will do nothing but cause you harm the further you attempt to fight it.”

“I had already told you,” Iomhar strained, “that Sivel was no threat.” Muscles bulged with effort, the man so focused on fighting the effects of the royal family’s relic that he didn’t notice the king had fully closed the distance between them until a hand had fisted in his shirt, drawing him upwards to meet the other’s enraged gaze.

“No threat? Even now you believe that? I had asked you once already! Had I not been kept in the dark, I could have properly prepared, properly anticipated, and properly avoided what occurred.” Of course, he was talking about what had happened with...

The moss and plants around them began to brown in a circle that spread as the king’s anger seemed to grow. “I am far past taking you at your word regarding the king of Vasyri, Lord Mèinnearach. You are not the king of Seelie. You are not the one tasked with the governance of this land. Do not underestimate that I will do anything that I must for those under my protection.”

The hand holding the handle of the whip tightened and Iomhar felt the pull of the magic grow stronger, yet still he fought. Until a beat of dizziness surged through him body and the gentry could feel a trickle of what was undoubtedly silvery, cool blood seeping from his nose. His vision blurred, thoughts growing fuzzy, and it was in that unguarded moment that the man felt his mouth open.

And he told the king everything.

Every story, every deed, every detail of what Sivel had told him in confidence he shared with the king. It wasn’t until he had shared every last thing he had learned of Sivel that the whip fell away from his arm and the king’s hold released him, allowing him to fall against the now withered plants below that made up the floor with a gasp of relief.

"Your allegiances are tangled, and I have learned now of the dangers in allowing such encumbrances to go unchecked.” Still fighting to catch his breath, Iomhar watched from his place on the ground as Camhlaidh turned his back, voice stony. “If you truly believe that your lover is no threat and will never be a threat, then prove it. Swear fealty to me and show me that I will never have anything to fear.”

Swear fealty? Only the king’s personal guards were required to swear fealty to him, it was a point that had long existed throughout the history of Seelie that no gentry nor Council member would have it required of them, something the predecessors had fought for. To swear fealty would mean he could never act in any way against the king and the king could command him as he wished. It was the ultimate act of loyalty that a fae could give aside from sharing their true name. 

Iomhar’s jaw set, and he pushed himself up to kneel on one knee, gazing up at his king with a mix of anger and resolute determination. 

It was beneath the moonlight that the lord swore fealty to his king.