#(I do need to revamp this blog more than anything to make it feel more up-to-date with the other stuff and all of my other hiatused blogs.)

[uselesssomebody]

𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕠𝕕 𝕦𝕡 - post!d&w!logan howlett x reader

complete masterlist | logan howlett - coming soon!

words || 𝟚.𝟡𝕜

summary || in which the reader gets stood up, and logan consoles her - in more than one way

a/n || self indulgent :)) guess what happened to me guys !!

➵ i know i've been literally dead but i may be back! not sure fully yet lol but i've missed writing. shocker, college is in fact hard and i've spent a whileeee adjusting. that also means my writing is prob a bit shit here but i just wanted to get this out

➵ first time writing logan - i watched deadpool & wolverine and oh my godddd this man can fucking get it. haven't watched the x-men movies so i kinda had to guess his accent, sorry if it's inconsistent. this is set after the events of deadpool & wolverine

➵ shall i revamp the blog theme guys? i don't have any ideas but idk if you guys are bored by it haha

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smut/a wee bit of angst

➵ fingering

➵ age gap (not a plot point)

(tell me if i miss anything)

having 2 people in a one bedroom apartment was already cramped. 3 is insane. as much as wade tried, he felt bad for poor hugh's - *cough* logan's back for constantly swapping between the dingy couch and the mattress on the floor to sleep.

and the wolverine was never the type to ask for help, it pissed him off. they had been nearly atomized together for christ's sake!

another room on the floor had opened up, and as much as wade wanted to kick blind al off to that room instead, he knew the old lady wouldn't be able to pay the whole rent herself, and he had to make sure she didn't use too much fun-time sugar under fox's watchful eye. luckily, neither did logan have to live alone, as wade was quick to find a down-on-her-luck college girl who needed cheap rent.

so, now wade's stuck with an ornery old woman, and pretty-boy - well, man - logan got to have a cute girl as his roommate. just his luck. he checked in on his fellow invincible often, and as much as logan didn't talk, wade knew he didn't mind her one bit.

she tried to be a good roommate - cook breakfast for the both of them, pick up a sweet treat for him too if she was getting one for herself, and trying to keep to herself with the studying. but she couldn't help the little crush that she had on her roommate. like, come on.

older, mature, mysterious, downright yummy? what's a girl to do? she kept it to herself, but seeing him smirk or chuckle when she realizes she's accidentally been staring at him in that leather jacket or shirtless going to bed. at least she doesn't make him uncomfortable, but it feels pretty dismissive - how he sees her as such a fucking kid that he can't even take her attraction seriously.

logan took it very fucking seriously.

every day was a mental challenge - truly, god gives his worst temptations to his strongest soldiers. the liquor on his breath was still strong, not now because his life was ruined, but rather because his mind was.

this cute, young girl who looked at him like he was the solution to all her relationship issues, like his old-man body was good enough to fucking eat? it was a miracle that he hadn't taken her. and she just looked so beautiful as she got ready for bed, or as she bobbed her head to music while she studied, or as she buzzed around the small kitchen to cook her third cheap pasta for the week.

it didn't help how she'd always ask how he is, buy him little things to keep his mood up, and always offered to take the couch. he'd rather eat glass than let her sleep on the couch, but nonetheless, she offered every day.

fuck. it was impossible to sleep when she was just behind the wall, in her fucking shorts and tank. unbelievable. he needed a fucking drink.

some nights, he'll come home in the evenings to an empty house. it's rare - she doesn't have too much money to go out, but when she does, she'll usually warn him she'll be home late. he always makes sure to stay awake until she gets home, and even had the privilege of going into downtown to pick her up after the friends she was with had managed to lose her. she had hiccuped, tearing up in embarrassment as she watched him approach her drunk form leaning on a tree outside. she had thought the stern arch of his brow was because of her calling him so late, when really, he was just angry that her friends had the audacity to put her in such a dangerous situation.

"it's windy." he grunts, and she looks down at her short, strappy dress, ashamed.

"s-sorry. we drove here." she tries to explain, and logan relents, brow going from angry to grumpy.

"yeah." he finally sighs, walking with her back to their place. seeing her hands go to cradle her elbows, he places his leather jacket over her shoulders, and she swallows thickly.

"you don't have to-" but he's lighting a cigar as she speaks, in just his wifebeater he'd been lounging in. she decides to shut up, silent until they reach the house.

he helps her in and then waits outside to finish the cigar, and after she gets in, she sighs softly, carefully placing the jacket down. she starts trying to make logan some dinner as a thank-you, but passes out at the dinner table half-way through. luckily, she hadn't had the stove on, and logan's heart melts as he sees her, halfway through mixing a few eggs, head lolling off the chair as she drools a little.

cutie, he thinks, separating her fingers from the fork and bowl, and carrying her into the bed. as he tries to set her down, her fingers clutch his arm, and a small, sleepy whine leaves her.

logan's not a man to blush, but hearing that little beg for him to stay makes him fucking burn. he looks down at her, a hand running through his hair, and he gently tries to let her down again. she just holds on tighter, groaning, "warm..." a little mumble escapes her, and logan huffs. of course it's not that she wants him, she's just cold. he sighs, sitting down and letting her cuddle into his arm.

he had planned to leave once she'd passed out, but it was late, and he was old, so he had ended up just sleeping next to her anyways. the sun's rays the next morning pierce his eyes, and he sighs softly, waking up next to her. he swallows thickly, watching the way the sun hits her form, bathing her exposed skin in orange and amber.

the moment is broken by her startling awake. for a moment, she sighs happily, thinking that this was just a continuation of her dream about logan, where she wakes up next to him after a night of great sex, and they both live happily ever after. then she blinks.

his bicep feels bigger than in the dream, his face looks a little more real, he's- real?!

she squeaks, immediately sitting up.

"logan?"

"don't go getting any ideas in your head." he immediately defends, sighing. "you called me last night."

she bites her lip.

"you took me home?"

"put you in bed too. then ya fucking kept me on ya like a boa." he's joking, but she still struggles to tell between his grumpy voice and his joking grumpy voice.

"fuck, i'm really sorry, must have ruined your night-" she starts, and he gets up, ruffling her hair.

"it's okay. better knowing you were safe." it leaves her a little star struck, especially when he then goes to continue making the omelette she had tried to make last night.

he's cooking for her for once and she gets such a nice view of his broad back in that wife-beater. maybe things aren't that bad.

knowing how she always texts if she's out late, he's a bit confused to come home to an empty room. he huffs, trying not to panic, but he can't help how much he care for the girl. he leans back, lounging on the couch.

as an hour passes with no texts, he's about to get up and ... do something. look for her, call her - something.

just then, she walks through the door, purse dropping on the floor with a thud.

that's an attitude he hadn't seen before. she looks like a deer in headlights when she notices that he is in fact home.

"o-oh." she blinks, quickly picking up the purse, as if to console it. "wade said you weren't home." logan raises a brow, a little curious why the other man would say that.

"long day?" he finally comments, and she breathes out.

"shit day." she corrects. logan's brow furrows.

"hmm." he murmurs, stretching his arm out over the back of the couch. an open invitation. she hesitates but... he looks warm.

conservatively, she sits beside him, hands in her lap. she's not even paying attention to whatever channel logan has on as background noise.

theres maybe 5 solid minutes of silence.

finally, she sighs.

"i'm gonna go to bed." she murmurs softly, getting up. logan wraps his fingers around her palm.

"talk to me." he mumbles gruffly, and she knows that's a pretty big first step for him. she bites her lip, sitting back down, and takes a deep breath.

"got stood up." it's little more than a whisper, and she feels a pout forming on her lips, which she tries to reverse, to little avail. it's silent again, and she wonders if logan heard her.

of course, he did - spending a moment processing who the hell would stand her up.

"i'm sorry." his rough fingers press over hers, comforting, and she can't help but sink more into him than the couch cushions.

it feels nice, more right than the kisses she'd shared with the guy she'd been seeing.

"whatever." she tries to mumble, trying not to show her hurt.

"he's an idiot." his hand slips around her shoulders, and he can feel her pulse quicken.

"i'm an idiot."

"he's an idiot." he repeats sternly. "who was he?" she bites her lip.

"some... guy." logan suppresses a scoffing bark.

"not if he's got you like this." he looks down at her. she's ashamed to look up at him.

"i don't know... i just really liked him. i thought he liked me too." she feels a tear slip out, and logan's fist squeezes in anger as he sees her quickly wipe it away.

"he should be singin' his prayers that he even got your attention." that makes her giggle - strained, but there. he prefers the sound to her defeated mumbles. "look at me." he murmurs, taking her chin and angling it to face him. his eyes travel down to the cute dress she'd put on for her date - low cut, perfectly form fitting, "he's a fucking idiot." he whispers, hand slipping down to her waist.

"yeah?" she whispers, significantly less focused on aforementioned 'fucking idiot' now.

"yeah, princess." he murmurs, hand gently running up and down her side. he knows he shouldn't, but he can practically feel the jump of her heart at the endearment. "you like that? princess?" his voice almost has a teasing lilt, and her lids flutter at the difference in tension from 2 minutes ago.

"a little." her face looks so bashful, so unsure. after that depressing feeling of not being wanted - god, he wants to pull her out of that so bad.

"should be treated like a princess." she shifts imperceptibly closer.

"got a guy who'll do that for me?" she teases, and logan scoffs softly.

"you know i do." his voice carries that gruffness even with how quiet he is, speaking into the small space between their lips. "you know, princess."

she breathes out shakily, leaning forward, when logan pulls her chin, pressing his lips to hers. she whimpers softly, finding her hands and placing them at his nape, not wanting to let go. it's not rough, but needy, his other hand slipping to the hem of her dress on her thigh. she hums into his lips, as he pulls away, a little breathless.

"don't - we shouldn't." he whispers, and a pout graces her lips - a proper one.

"why?"

"yer upset." he sighs, but doesn't move away.

"about?" she says playfully, having fully forgotten about her evening; she'd been waiting for this for so long. he lets out a gruff bark of a laugh, pulling her closer, and she adjusts, getting on his lap.

"come on, bub." he scolds again, and she hums, leaning down to kiss him.

"please?" she whispers, against his lips. he groans.

"jesus, what're y'doin' to me?" his head tilts back, and she giggles, exhilarated that she's got him like this. her hands trail down his arms - god, his arms - tracing the veins, somehow always bulging, as she gently leans forward again, kissing him. this time, theres a bit more tongue, and he pulls her closer roughly, gnashing their teeth together. she moans softly into his mouth, fingers finding his rough palm. he grips them tight - not enough to hurt, but just enough to show that he's holding back.

"i'm not made of glass." she teases, and he scoffs softly.

"i could snap ya'n half." his mumble finds his way back into her lips, and she has to control herself to not showhow much the little quip affected her.

"maybe i want you to."

"jesus." he flips her over, onto her back, "got this pretty little dress on, fuck, that guy's an idiot." his hands travel down her thighs, and she bites her lip, a massive grin on her face.

"you like it?" she murmurs softly, playing with the strap of her dress.

"whadya think?" he huffs, and she giggles.

"and if i told you i got it for you?" logan presses a hot kiss to the side of her thigh.

"i'd tell ya to get a dozen more." his lips move up her thigh slowly, and she lets out a shaky breath.

"god, logan." her whispers of his name are like music to his ear, and he leaves a small bite by the hem of her dress.

"gotta tell me if i hurt you." he mutters, more seriously, and she smiles.

"only fun if it hurts."

"i'm serious, princess." she relents.

"i'll tell you." he sighs in content, gently riding her dress off.

"this okay?"

"more than okay." she helps him, pulling the dress over her hips, her lacy panties peeking under the fabric. when he spends just a bit too long staring, she giggles, "you can touch." she affirms, and he barks out a gruff lap.

"could'a guessed that much." his fingers trace the hem of them, travelling down her inner thighs. her breath hitches, and she gently rolls her hips, desperate for more.

"please, logan." she whispers, breathing a bit labored. though he'd love to tease, he's getting desperate too.

"gotta tell me what ya want, princess." he murmurs, and she bites her lip, almost shy again. it's cute.

"touch me?" she murmurs, almost like it's a favor she's asking. he kisses her thigh again, before gently peeling the panties off. he lets out a soft groan at how slick she is, fingers catching her arousal as they travel down her slit. she lets out a shocked gasp - practically a moan - and he fucking loves it.

`'need them, princess?" he smirks at her, and she nods, almost pathetically.

"god, i do." he obliges, gently prodding her entrance with his middle finger. he slips in with little resistance, but jesus, he can feel how tight she is.

"fuck, yer gonna be the death of me, princess." he groans softly, and she lets out a breathy giggle.

"thought that doesn't happen to you?"

"well, never had a girl as pretty as you." he murmurs, slipping another finger in. she flushes, back arching as his fingers do, body warm as she rocks her hips in time with his ministrations.

"faster?" she begs softly, and he could never say no to those big doe eyes. he starts moving faster, her slick absolutely coating his fingers, and she moans louder, hips moving in a more stuttered rhythm.

"like that?" that teasing lilt is in his voice, and she nods furiously.

"j-just like that-" she stammers, mind already foggy, "god, i'm close, please don't stop."

"not in a million years, princess." she lets out a loud moan as she can feel herself unraveling, the orgasm so powerful that her thighs shake around him as she cums. she pants as he helps her ride through it.

"good girl, just like that, princess," he consoles, "so fuckin' pretty for me, ain't cha?" he grins, as she starts to come down. as her breathing slows, so too do his fingers, before slowly sliding them out of her. he gently rubs her clit, just to see her jolt at the stimulation, before chuckling, and placing his soaked fingers onto his tongue.

she lets out another moan as she watches him, with lidded eyes.

"i'll cum again." she warns, playfully, and he's gleeful. she tastes like fruit.

"i plan on it, princess." she feels her cheeks warm.

"that's the hardest i've cum in a while." she admits shyly.

"sounded like it." he teases, but before they can get anything else out, there's banging on the wall that connected them to wade and blind al.

"these walls are paper thin!" al's screech sounds a little traumatized, and her scolding make both her and logan whip around, embarrassed.

"for once in my life, i agree with her! shut up, lovebirds, i wanna fucking sleep!" wade's voice is equally exasperated.

there's silence, until she calls back a bashful, "sorry!" she turns to logan, almost laughing, but still flushed with shame. "maybe we should stop. he scoffs.

"nah, just means i gotta teach ya to be quiet."

safe to say, she's not thinking at all about her date tonight.

[bamfkeeper]

NSFW Alphabet: Sabretooth

a/n: I know this is more a Nightcrawler focused blog, but I will still write a few other X-men characters just because. And since I did a SFW of Sabretooth, I wanted to do a NSFW one too. So here he is, in all his bloody glory. I was a little more vulgar in this one than in the Nightcrawler one, but it fit for this character. As mentioned in previous posts, I try to mix multiple depictions of the character so it's not just based on a single one. So I take inspiration from comics, shows, and films. I might revamp this later. I hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI. 18+ below the cut.

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

Sabretooth doesn't exactly get the whole aftercare thing, I mean, he isn't really known for his gentle nature.

When you first get together and fool around, he probably is the type to fuck and leave, or make you leave. He's blunt; he straight up tells you when you're done to get out or he will leave your space. He treats sex almost like an animal, one purpose: to fuck and then he will go on his merry way.

However if you continue your little relationship, then he might slowly start to understand what to do. He isn't typical by any means. You will be left with claw marks and bites, and you will bleed. It's unavoidable, those claws and teeth? Come on.

He wouldn't treat them normally, but he would lick them, his saliva has an antiseptic aspect to it, so he is 'cleaning' your wounds that he left but in his own way. It might feel weird, but just let him do his thing. That's probably the closest he will get to being gentle anyway. If they are deep enough he might tend a little more but honestly he feels like he does enough by cleaning them with his tongue.

Sabretooth is also generally pretty happy with himself after sex. He would be calmed down a bit from his norm, because he satisfied something primal in his nature. This might be one of the only times you can convince him to lay still for a period of time.

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

Sabretooth obviously loves his own claws, his weapon of choice on enemies and on you. He loves making you shiver when he drags them down your body with just enough pressure to make you squirm.

But he also has a big ego, so...he is pretty proud of his size.

He'd like your thighs and ass, kneading them like a cat and pawing at you every chance he got. He grabs your legs and loves how soft you feel, and he likes smacking your backside and watching his hips drill into you.

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

Prepare for a lot of it. He is messy and doesn't give a shit about what kind of mess he makes. Inside, outside, doesn't matter to him. He likes to spread it around your face if he shoots his load onto you, or likes watching you open your mouth and show him what mess he made on your tongue.

Can't hate a good creampie either, he loves filling you up. It fulfills that need that burns in his groin every time you have sex. Every instinct screams at him to bury his cock against your cervix and blow his load directly into your womb.

Or he tries to push as far in your ass as he can, listening to you moan as he fills you up, the head of his dick brushing your g-spot perfectly.

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

He doesn't really have any secrets, he's fairly open about what he likes. But he does have a strong desire towards scents. He doesn't like super perfumed body wash or soaps, he likes the natural smell of things, so he would prefer non-scented soaps rather than the ones that smell sweet or strong.

He likes smelling your groin a lot, especially in the mornings when the scent is the strongest naturally. You always wake up and feel him tugging your legs open so he can smell you. It does typically lead to other things...

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

He absolutely knows what he's doing. He's had plenty of partners in the past, so he knows just what to do in the bedroom.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying):

Doggy feels most natural for him. He likes mounting you from behind and he can get a good grip on you when he's pounding into you. He also likes to bite on the back of your neck or your shoulder. Plus he always has a good view before he puts his dick on you.

Sometimes you ride him, gravity helps pull you down on his cock. But you don't get to ride him too often because he doesn't like being on his back for very long. He only has so much self control.

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

He'll make jokes every now and then, but it's all with the dirty talk he gives you. It's all very intense, and he will tease you a lot.

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

He's a burly, hairy dude. So you can imagine how he looks down there, pretty untamed, not like that really matters. He doesn't see the point to shaving himself, unless you really, really wanted him to, he probably wouldn't ever do it on his own.

He has a hairy happy trail from his belly button that leads down to his pubic hair. His chest is hairy too, and you like to play with it and curl it around your fingers sometimes, which makes him roll his eyes but you do it anyway.

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

Sabretooth isn't romantic, he's more of a...let's fuck type of guy. His idea of romance is giving you a real, bloody heart torn straight out of an animal or person. And kissing you if he's all messy with blood from a hunt.

If you accept a lot of his habits, he might adapt and try to do something more typically romantic for you in return, or something that you'd see as romantic, whatever that may be. But don't expect him to completely change who he is to be a super romantic guy. And don't ever tell anyone if he does something like that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon):

He probably doesn't masturbate a whole lot, he might when he's feeling real pent up, but why would he masturbate when he has you to take care of all his needs?

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks):

Sabretooth is pretty damn kinky, he isn't ashamed about any of his sexual desires and is open with you about them.

He obviously loves predator/prey dynamics, he likes to pretend to hunt you in the woods and when he catches you, he fucks you into the mossy ground. It gets his instincts going and he feels like his cock is on fire when he's hunting you. Plus the sex that comes from 'hunting' you is honestly some of the best you've had. Prey pet names for sure.

Breeding is a huge kink for him. He likes making a mess, but he prefers to bury himself into you and fill you up, regardless if you can get pregnant or not. He will pound multiple loads into you and won't stop until you are squirting it out around his cock.

BDSM is something that's interesting to him, though not every aspect of it. He's a pretty big sadist, so his claws and teeth will definitely mark you up all bloody and you'll be bruised from his hard grip on you thanks to his strength. He'd probably be into impact play, so he'd like to spank you while he's fucking you.

I think he might find bondage fun just because you'd be completely helpless and it can tie into the whole predator/prey play too. Like a little bunny caught in a snare and he stumbles upon you, helpless to the hungry big cat.

I think he probably would have a thing for housewife type of behavior, things that aren't inherently sexual but can turn him on. So cleaning and cooking, bringing him beer or food while he sits back, I don't know I just have a weird feeling he would be into that.

I also think he'd be interested in CNC. It's something that you'd have to talk heavily about, but I think it would be something he would want to try.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do):

He's down to do it anywhere. He doesn't give a shit who hears or sees. But the bedroom is where you two can really let loose. He also likes doing it in the woods, he has a few spots he will take you.

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

Being submissive around him or showing submissive behavior will catch his attention. The primal part of him picks up on all of that, so speaking to him without eye contact, or when he approaches slightly lowering your head are things he instantly picks up on.

I also think if you make yourself vulnerable on purpose around him, he'd definitely like that. If you display your belly or neck, like laying down or seeming careless if he gets close are things he would eye closely, since most of the people around him (human or mutant) tend to be extremely cautious.

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

Sabretooth wouldn't really be interested in 'making love.' He's a primal mutant. He would want to give in to all of his desires, and he would want whomever he's sleeping with to do the same.

I don't think he would be into someone who challenges his dominance either. He'd take it as an insult and it would trigger his aggression. I don't see him as being a bottom at all, but that's just my opinion. So he wouldn't have any desire to take that position.

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

He's going to be pretty selfish, and he absolutely prefers receiving. He loves looking down and seeing you try to take him all in your mouth. It turns him on more knowing you're trying your best but still can't fit all of him. He will tease you and talk dirty the entire time.

"Awe, what's the matter...am I too big for you? Can't fit all of me in that pretty mouth? Don't worry...I'll make it fit."

Prepare for a deepthroat and possible face fuck because he gets a little carried away.

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

Rough, fast, unforgiving. He might allow you a moment to adjust when he first penetrates you, but he hardly waits long. There is nothing stopping him from going full on wild mode.

He likes to watch you squirm as he pushes deeper and deeper, watching your little hole stretch around him as you whine. He swears he could cum just from listening to you and watching you struggle to fit him.

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

He can actually cum pretty quick when he knows you're only going to get a few minutes to fuck, so he's down for a quickie, pretty much wherever.

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

Absolutely. He loves to experiment, especially if he discovers something he hasn't tried before, he'd want to try it out once.

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

He has enhanced stamina because of his mutation so...he can go for multiple rounds. His period to recover is practically nonexistent, thanks to that mutation.

He can also last a few minutes to much longer. It just depends, but he does prefer multiple rather than dragging out a single long orgasm.

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

He does not have any toys of his own, other than maybe a few BDSM items like rope or impact things. He doesn't care if his partner has any. In his mind, the toys couldn't compare to him so he could care less.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease):

A lot. Sabretooth is the king of teasing. He can be somewhat selfish, he will deny your orgasm just so when he finally allows you to cum, it feels like a huge wave washing over you rather than just a little jolt of pleasure. He will bring you up to the brink, but never push you over until he's ready for that to happen.

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

Sabretooth is loud, when he isn't dirty talking you, he is grunting, groaning, snarling. He makes animalistic noises rather than moaning or whining. He knows you like hearing him, so he will lean down and make those noises against your ear, while telling you how good you feel wrapped around his dick.

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

He purrs after he orgasms, he takes a moment to catch his breath and he will purr against you, but he catches himself before he does it for too long and acts like he wasn't.

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

Sabretooth is a BIG dude. So, obviously his dick is gonna be big. He's definitely a shower, but he grows a bit when erect.

Flaccid, his bulge is already big, so it can look intimidating before you even get his pants off. His ego always flares up when he sees how you look at his crotch.

Erect he looks near impossible to put into you, but somehow he fits. He's anywhere between 7.5-9 inches. He is girthy too, which is really what you feel when he fucks you.

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

He has a high sex drive, he can fuck anytime, anywhere. He gets horny from hunting, killing, fighting, all of his instincts flare up and it triggers all of the good feelings in his brain.

Sabretooth would want to fuck a lot, he could do it multiple times a day if possible.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards):

Instantly, he likes to chill out after he has sex. A beer or cigar, then he knocks out. He doesn't bother to shower half the time, so he just likes to kick back and relax.

He might take a shower upon request, but he will complain and grumble about it.

If you like to shower after sex, he would let you go on your own while he has his beer or cigar. He's large, so you and him in the shower together would be awkward and cramped, plus he likes to have a few minutes of space afterwards.

If you are wounded, aka clawed up, he will watch you while you sleep for a bit and then he will fall asleep.

His bed is very soft, it's adorned with furs, pelts, and a thin quilt as the comforter, so you tend to fall asleep after cleaning up.

If you lay on him after, he will run his claws along your back lazily, making you shiver. Knowing those claws to maim and mutilate, but they only graze your skin. It's a strangely gentle gesture that you never reject. He does this until he falls asleep.

Thanks for reading. <3

*BAMF*

dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover picture cropped from X-Men Origins Sabretooth #1 (2009)

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instead of you [part twenty-seven] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either. 

warnings: swearing, angst, menstruation, smut (mdni)

word count: 5.5k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!!

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additional smut warnings: period sex, shower sex, protected sex, oral (m receiving)

Jisung was still asleep when you snuck back into your room. You weren’t sure if he had woken up at any point while you were gone, but if he had he hadn’t tried to figure out where you’d disappeared to. You hadn’t gotten any notifications while you were out. 

You thought you’d feel guiltier after sleeping with Minho, but you didn’t feel much of anything. Maybe it was the post-nut haze you were still in… or maybe your body simply wasn’t capable of feeling any more guilt than it already had. You had already resigned yourself to a situation in which there was no winner. Maybe that had overridden everything else.

You were still sore when you woke up a few hours later. That was to be expected, but you still groaned in complaint upon rolling out of bed. 

“What’s wrong?” Jisung mumbled from beside you.

“My… back hurts,” you lied, hoping he was too out of it to catch it. You did have back problems, but they weren’t bothering you at the moment- at least not in the way you were letting Jisung think they were. 

“Need some ibuprofen?” he asked.

“Maybe.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and retainer case from your suitcase before he could say anything else. For the first time, it seemed like you were up earlier than everyone else. You didn’t hear anyone out in the kitchen and all of the bedroom doors were closed. You were able to brush your teeth in peace without feeling rushed. You took your time getting ready, washing your face and applying sunscreen- two things that you knew would make your friends back home proud if they could see you doing it. For the first time ever, it felt like you were actually having a pleasant morning. Until you noticed a drop of blood on the floor. Confused, you looked around to see where the source could be. A quick glance at the mirror confirmed that it wasn’t a nosebleed. Your mouth and ears were fine too. Then it dawned on you. You looked down at your shorts to see that you’d started your period and bled right through them. 

“Fuck me,” you hissed to yourself, jumping when your best friend chimed in behind you. You didn’t even know you’d left the door open. 

“Don’t I do that enough already?”

You whipped your head around to glare at him. His smile dropped when he realized what was happening. 

“I’ll get you a change of clothes,” he said and disappeared.

You stood there helplessly until he came back, thanking him quietly when he handed you a pair of his own sweatpants. 

“Was there any on the sheets?” you asked, already mortified. 

“No, they’re fine. Don’t worry.”

“Ok, thank you.”

“Of course.” He lingered in the bathroom for another moment. “Do you… have what you need?”

“Yeah, I have some leftover pads from last time. Can you grab me one, actually? They’re in the front pocket of my suitcase.”

He nodded. “Be right back.”

As you watched him leave, familiar tendrils of guilt began to curl in your stomach. It really had been post-nut haze that clouded you. You were a fool for thinking it was anything different. 

Jisung reappeared with a pad in hand and traded you for your dirty clothes. 

“I’ll call the lobby and ask for a laundry bag,” he said. 

“You don’t have to do that,” you groaned. 

He walked away before you could say anything else. “I’m already doing it!”

-

“No wonder your back is hurting,” Jisung said sympathetically, rubbing his hand across your shoulders soothingly as you sat in the living room together. “I can rub it later, if you want.”

You nodded absentmindedly, too deep in self-pity to be appreciative. Your best friend was too good for you. But then, you had always known that. You were a bad influence on him from the start. He had never so much as touched a joint before he met you, let alone stolen anything. Friends were supposed to make each other better people, they were supposed to mutually benefit from the relationship, and yet most of the time it felt like it was completely one-sided. Jisung did so much for you. And how do you repay him? By fucking his brother. 

“Are you going to be good to travel today?” he asked. “We’re supposed to be at the airport in a couple of hours, but we can stay back if you’d rather.”

He was referring to the short little excursion everyone was taking to Beijing. It would only be for a few days, kind of like what you did in Japan. China was just such a big country that it was impossible to experience it from only one city. You were supposed to be flying from Beijing to Minho’s choice, but you assumed Jisung was suggesting that you’d just meet the rest of his family there. 

“It’ll be fine,” you assured him. “I was really looking forward to Beijing.”

“Okay, if you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.”

He put his hand on your knee and squeezed it before standing up. “I’m going to go pick up the laundry from downstairs if you wanna finish packing our things.”

You nodded in agreement, lingering on the couch for a moment longer after he’d let himself out. 

You knew Jisung didn’t really care about organization so you threw his clothes into his suitcase without much consideration for where things should go. Nothing was folded or sorted. As long as the suitcase would zip, you figured that was enough. It was the same for your own bags. All of your clothes were consistently wrinkly because of the way you packed, but you couldn’t be bothered to change the habit. 

“Where’s Ji?” The voice belonged to Minho, who was leaning against the frame of your bedroom door. You hadn’t even heard him approach. 

“He went downstairs to get something,” you explained, too embarrassed to go into detail about the fact that you had bled through your pajamas. 

“Oh, okay.” He took a step past the threshold, crossing his arms over his chest. “Are you feeling alright? Still sore?”

“I started my period,” you muttered. “Wasn’t supposed to get it for another few days.”

“Must’ve fucked you so hard it came early,” he said smugly, yelping when you threw Shang the shark at him. “It’s a real thing!” he cried in defense, “we read about it in biology!”

“You paid attention in biology?” 

Minho scoffed. “Ouch.”

“Oh please, tell me I’m wrong.” He didn’t. “That’s what I thought. Give me my shark back.” You yanked it from his grasp and shoved it into your suitcase

“You’re the one who threw it at me!”

“And you’re the one who was implying he railed me so hard you made me start my period!”

“I mean, that probably is what happened.” 

“Don’t give yourself so much credit,” you sighed. 

“What, you’ve had it harder?” he asked, suddenly not looking so pleased with himself. 

“That’s not what I meant. I was trying to say that it’s probably a combination of factors, but now that you mention it…”

“Damn, guess I have something to prove next time, then.”

“Next time? That’s a bold assumption.”

“My bad, I shouldn’t have taken making you cum twice as a good sign.”

You swatted at him, but he easily dodged you. “I mean if you really want to take credit for something that’s making me feel miserable, be my guest.”

He frowned. “I don’t. I’ll just keep the two orgasms on my roster. For now.”

In the distance, you heard the front door to the penthouse open and close and gave Minho a look. He took a step backward, putting space in between you just in time for Jisung to come in. Jisung handed you the bag of clean clothes and slung an arm around your waist as he turned his attention to his older brother. 

“Something up?” he asked, likely wondering why you were having a conversation with Minho. 

“No, I was just talking to her about the flight.”

“What about it?”

Minho glanced towards you, silently asking you to take the lead. 

“He wanted to know what seat you had, but I told him I didn’t know,” you lied. 

Funny how easy it was for you to lie these days, especially to your best friend who had always been able to see right through you. Jisung looked to Minho as if to confirm your claim and he nodded. 

“Yeah, I think I’m in the middle of you guys, and I was wondering if you wanted to switch.”

“Sure, I’ll switch with you,” Jisung agreed. 

“By the way, thanks for grabbing this, babe,” you said, changing the subject and kissing him on the cheek. You saw Minho stiffen out of the corner of your eye.

“No problem. Are we all packed?”

“Yep. We should probably check the bathroom to make sure we got all our stuff, but I grabbed everything from the bedroom.”

“I’ll go do that.”

You watched him leave and then glared at his brother. “Get it together.”

-

As it turned out, Minho did have the seat in between you and Jisung. He traded with Jisung, leaving his younger brother in the middle and himself in the aisle seat. You sat leaned up against the window, trying to nap. The flight from Shanghai to Beijing was only around two hours long, but seeing as you only got a few hours of sleep the night before you were taking any opportunity that you could to get a little more.

You were able to drift off a couple of times, but never for long. Your cramps were starting to bother you and the discomfort made it difficult to relax. Jisung and Minho both noticed your restlessness, though Jisung was the only one to say anything about it. 

“Do you want some painkillers now?” he asked. 

“Yes please,” you mumbled. 

He let you have a sip from his water bottle as you swallowed the pills. You smiled gratefully and slumped back in your seat, sighing in relief when he put his warm hand against your back. One of the many perks of having a best friend who ran hot was that he acted like a personal heating pad whenever you needed him to be. That was just one of the many reasons you held hands so often. He was like Jacob Black without the wolf part… or the weird obsession with your unborn child. 

“A little better?”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“‘Course, baby.”

He kept his hand there until the plane landed. 

Baggage claim was easy this time around. It helped that you didn’t have to go through customs. It felt like you were in a cab before you could blink, watching the airport disappear into the background through the window. 

Apparently, the Hans were tired of  “family time” because you all had your own separate rooms again. It was nice to have a bit of space to yourself, but you wondered how it was going to work with Minho… if it would work at all. He was sharing a room with Felix again, and it was right next door, meaning you wouldn’t be able to sneak off in the middle of the night. You were on your period anyway, so maybe it was for the best. 

You dropped your things off in the rooms and changed into your matching t-shirts before taking another cab to the bus station where you’d spend an hour driving to the Great Wall. It was a hassle to get there, but it had been the thing you were most looking forward to on the trip so you were hyped. 

Not even being sore or bleeding through your clothes or barely getting any sleep or being forced to wear matching shirts could dim your excitement. You were determined to enjoy it. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay doing all this walking?” Jisung asked as he trailed behind you up the steps to the main walkway. 

 “I’ll be fine,” you assured him. 

You were in fact, not fine. And Felix pointed that out not even ten minutes into the trek. You had started to hunch over as you walked in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from your abdomen. You had already been limping a little from the damage Minho had done, and you were positive the cramps were only making you look worse. 

“Oh my god, are you okay?” 

“Perfect, why do you ask,” you answered sarcastically. 

“She’s not feeling the best,” Jisung supplied for you.

“I can see that. Should she go back to the hotel?”

Your best friend shook his head. “No, she was really looking forward to this.”

“I’m having a great time!” you tried, even though it was evident that neither of the twins were buying it. 

“Ok.”

When the sun began to set, Nikki insisted that everyone take a photo together so that she could update her book club friends about how the trip was going. She also mentioned wanting to send it to the boys’ grandparents. You assumed it’d be a family picture and offered to be the photographer, but she flagged down another random tourist to take it so that you could be in it with them.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she’d said, beckoning you over to the rest of the family. “You’ve been on this trip with us the whole time, of course you’re going to be in the picture!”

You shuffled awkwardly over to the group and slotted yourself in between Jisung and Felix, leaning against Jisung’s shoulder slightly. You smiled as the nice woman snapped a couple of pictures, praying you didn’t look as terrible as you felt. 

Jisung hung back with you while everyone else pushed forward. You were still walking along the wall, just at a slower pace than the rest. Somehow you were able to catch up with them a little later. They had stopped to take in the views of the mountains. Felix was trying to set up a shot with his Canon and called Jisung over to help, leaving you standing back with Minho. 

You hadn’t spoken to him much since the morning. There seemed to still be an unspoken agreement between you to keep your distance from each other around the others, which was perfectly fine by you. You were paranoid that spending any amount of time with him would lead to suspicion. He was on the same page. Somewhat. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked when you bent down beside him. 

You could tell he was worried from the way he knit his brows together as he watched you try not to crumble on the ground. 

“Everything hurts,” you groaned, holding your stomach. 

Minho grinned. “You know what helps with cramps?” 

“Don’t say it-”

“Cumming.”

-

It had only been roughly twenty-four hours since you slept with Minho for the first time, but as he kissed down the expanse of your thigh you felt as though it had been an eternity. 

You hadn’t realized Minho had his own hotel room where you were staying in Beijing- you had been under the impression that he was sharing the room with Felix that was right next door to yours. Maybe he had secretly booked his own for this exact reason as he had in Shanghai. You didn’t really care either way, as long as there wasn’t a chance of either of the twins barging in on you. 

In fact, Jisung and Felix were out together while you were here in Minho’s bed. Felix had seen an advert for some late-night martial arts exhibition and wanted to go because he and Jisung had taken karate when they were little. He’d said something about wanting to see how good they could’ve been if they never quit. You were quite fond of Felix’s sense of nostalgia. He reminded you of yourself a bit in that way. 

Jisung had protested at first, arguing that he needed to take care of you since you weren’t feeling well, but you insisted he go. You were just planning on taking some Midol and knocking out anyway, there wasn’t anything he needed to do. It took a lot of convincing on both your and Felix’s end, but eventually, he caved. You could tell he secretly wanted to go anyway, and you didn’t want him wasting a night of vacation stuck in a hotel room. 

You honestly hadn’t planned on going back to Minho’s room again. You’d brushed the silly little comment he’d made at the Great Wall off as just that, a silly little comment. You didn’t think he was being serious, but of course, Minho always had to prove you wrong. 

In the elevator, after you both bid his parents goodnight, you went to push the button for your own floor, only to be stopped by Minho grabbing your wrist. 

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Going to my room?”

“Why?”

“To… sleep. What do you mean, ‘why’?”

He paused, looking a little embarrassed. “I just thought you’d come back with me to my room.”

“You were serious earlier?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I have been?”

“I don’t know, I thought it was just some offhand comment, not an invitation.”

“Well it’s an invitation now,” he said pointedly. “You said your cramps were bothering you and cumming is supposed to help with that.”

“When did you become an expert on female anatomy?”

“Do you know how hard it is not to make a joke in response to that statement?”

The elevator dinged on Minho’s floor and you sighed. 

“Let’s go.”

That led you to Minho’s bed, where you had your legs spread for him with him on his knees in front of you. His hand crept up to the hem of your shorts, fingers toying with the fabric before you stopped him. 

“Wait!” 

You pushed on his head to get his attention, making him pop up with a frown. “What is it?”

“You know I’m like, actually on my period, right? It’s not just cramps… I started bleeding and everything already.”

Minho scoffed. “I know.”

“So you… still want to? Don’t feel like you have to-”

“Y/n, what year do you think it is? You know I’m a grown-ass man, right?”

You fidgeted nervously. “No, I know. I just… don’t want you to be grossed out or anything.”

“Period sex isn’t gross,” he assured you. “Do you think it’s gross?”

“N-no, I’m just a little embarrassed, I guess. Like, I get that you’re being nice and trying to be a ‘modern man’, but what if it turns out you don’t like it but don’t want to tell me because you want to save my feelings-”

Minho grabbed your thighs, forcing you to stop rambling and actually look at him. “I’ve had period sex before. I can assure you that I like it. Have you?”

“Yes, well, no- I wasn’t the one on my period so not in that way…”

“It’s okay to be nervous,” he promised. “And if you’d rather not, then we don’t have to, obviously. I can just… rub your back or something to help with the cramps instead.”

The fact that he was so set on making you feel better made your chest ache. It wasn’t like he was trying to talk you into sex, just wanting to get his dick wet, he genuinely wanted to help. You couldn’t think about the implications of that for too long or else you’d spiral. You could tell he felt awkward suggesting something so domestic like rubbing your back, as if he wasn’t sure if he was overstepping by proposing it. 

“I want to,” you insisted. 

“Are you worried about it being messy? Is that what it is?” he asked. You nodded. “Why don’t we do it in the shower, then?”

“Okay,” you agreed and let him pull you up so that you were sitting. 

Then he kissed you, taking you by surprise. You were only frozen for a moment before you melted into the kiss too, letting him cradle your head as he slipped his tongue into your mouth. You whimpered when he broke away. 

“You’re sure you want to?” he asked. 

“Yes,” you breathed out. “I’m so horny.”

“I’d take that as a compliment, but I know it’s hormones.”

“You can still take it as a compliment. You’re a very good kisser.”

“Is that all I’m good at?” He quirked an eyebrow. 

“You’ll have to jog my memory.”

Minho helped you out of your shirt and shorts, leaving you in your underwear. He wasn’t in any rush to get you naked, allowing you to set a pace that you were comfortable with. 

“Want to move this to the bathroom?” he asked. 

“Yeah, let me just- uh, give me like three minutes to rinse off.”

“Okay,” he said, hiding a smile.

In the bathroom, you hurriedly pulled off your panties and unclipped your bra, setting both on the counter by the sink as you waited for the water to heat up. Once you deemed it warm enough you stepped into the tub and let the water run over your body, gently rinsing yourself with the bar of soap sitting on the ledge.

Minho knocked before he entered. You could hear him undressing from behind the shower curtain and suddenly started to feel self-conscious. It wasn’t like Minho hadn’t seen you naked before, you had literally just slept with him the night before- so why were you so anxious now?

He pulled back the curtain the tiniest bit to peek at you, to see if you were ready for him. You took a tiny step back to give him room and he took that as a sign to join you in the shower. The tub wasn’t the biggest in the world so you were practically squished together as you stood under the showerhead. The forced proximity was flustering you, and the steamy water was doing nothing to help the heat in your cheeks. 

If Minho noticed, he didn’t say anything as he leaned forward to kiss you. He pressed his lips to yours and pulled you close, wrapping both arms around your waist.

“You’re so pretty,” he murmured, moving one of his hands down to squeeze your ass. You could only moan in response. With an arm still around you he trailed kisses down your body until he reached your tits, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and humming around it. 

You arched your back, pushing your chest into his face.

“S-sensitive,” you whined. 

Minho chuckled against you, stimulating you even more and you gasped, bringing your hand to the back of his head to hold him in place. 

“I know,” he managed to get out with your boob still in his mouth. 

“Please, don’t tease.”

At your request, Minho released his hold on your ass and began giving attention to your clit instead. He used his thumb to rub slow circles on it and you could feel him smile when you shivered. He switched his mouth to your other breast as he continued to play with your clit, picking up the pace ever so subtly. 

Your insides were buzzing with pleasure, but it wasn’t enough. He let you rock into his hand, chasing the feeling. He thought you were grinding against his hand, but in reality, you were trying to get him to move his fingers lower and lower until they were inside of you. Eventually, he picked up on this and gave in, but not without teasing you a little more. 

He slid two fingers into your cunt at once, but only up to the first knuckle before he was pulling them back out. He repeated the motion a couple of times, turning your knees to jelly. Thankfully, he was able to hold you upright with his free hand to keep you from falling to the shower floor. 

You whimpered and pushed your hips forward to try and get him to go deeper, but he just tsked at you and shook his head. 

“You could use your words, you know.”

“You know what I want,” you grumbled. 

“Do I?”

“I think you have a pretty good idea.”

“Yeah? And what is that?” You groaned and Minho retracted his hand fully, holding it out of reach. “Want to hear you say it, baby.”

“Want your fingers…”

“Where do you want them?”

“Inside of me. Please, Min.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, dick twitching noticeably against your thigh. 

Your answer had satisfied him, but you couldn’t stop talking now that you had started. You rambled even after he’d pushed his middle and ring fingers inside of you to the hilt. 

“Want you to stretch me out so I can take your cock… please, please, need it.”

“Is your mouth always this filthy?” he asked, though you weren’t sure if he actually wanted an answer. 

“Can’t help it,” you rasped out, fucking yourself on his hand now. “It just happens…”

“Happens when you feel good?” he finished the thought for you and you nodded. “Must be doing something right, then.”

“You’re doing everything right,” you moaned. 

Feeling full was one thing, and it was good, but then Minho found your g-spot and you nearly blacked out from how amazing it felt. To make it even better for you, he spun you around so that your back was to him and hugged you close. In that position, he could easily rub your clit at the same time he was fingering you. The only drawback was that you couldn’t see his face. It was a small price to pay in exchange for a mindblowing orgasm, one that you were positive he’d give you if he kept up at this rate. You leaned back against him, letting him support most of your weight.

“Close?” he asked, kissing your neck. 

You nodded, creeping closer and closer to the edge until you remembered something very important and tapped Minho’s arm to stop him. 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

You took a second to catch your breath but nodded to assure him before you were able to explain. “I just remembered that when I’m on my period I can only cum once because it hurts too much to cum again.”

“Okay, so do you want me to edge you or something? Make it last longer?”

“No, no, it’s just that if I’m going to cum I want it to be on your cock.”

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much for you?”

“I’m sure,” you repeated and kissed him for good measure. 

“Fuck, okay. Let me, um… let me grab a condom. I didn’t bring one in the bathroom with me.”

You watched as Minho stumbled out of the shower and back into the bedroom, dripping all over the floor. He was back in record time and had already rolled the condom on.

“You sure about this?” he asked.

“Positive. How do you want me?”

“Here, just lean forward a little bit and put your hands on the wall. I’ll do the rest.”

You positioned yourself as he’d instructed and relaxed as much as you could to make the stretch less uncomfortable. He wrapped an arm around you from the back and hoisted one of your thighs up so that he could push himself inside of you. You both sighed in relief when he bottomed out, and you let your forehead rest against the cool tile wall. 

“If you feel like you’re gonna fall, just hold on to me, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeaked. 

You could barely speak because he was so big and you had yet to adjust, but he just laughed fondly and began to thrust shallowly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body practically went slack in Minho’s hold.

The extra lubrication helped you adjust quicker than last time, and the discomfort ebbed into pleasure soon after he’d started moving. 

“So full,” you muttered.

“Just like you wanted, right?”

“Mhm.”

Being so sensitive from your period brought you back to the edge in no time at all, and you were struggling not to cum immediately and end it for both of you, even though every nerve in your body was telling you to give in to the white-hot pleasure that was building in the pit of your stomach. 

“You gonna cum?” Minho asked when he felt you clenching around him. 

“No, not yet,” you choked out. 

“What do you mean not yet? If you need to cum, cum.”

“Fuck you,” was all you could manage as your orgasm washed over you. Somehow his words had been what made you lose it. 

Minho fucked you through it despite his confusion and only pulled out when you stopped trembling. 

“What was that? Why were you cursing me out while I was making you cum?” 

“I d-didn’t want to cum yet because you weren’t close. Didn’t want to leave you hanging.”

He scoffed. “This wasn’t about me, it was about helping you feel better.”

“Yeah, but I wanted to make you feel good too.”

“You did make me feel good! Couldn’t you tell I was enjoying it?”

“But you didn’t finish.”

“Sex isn’t always about the orgasms,” Minho mused, “it’s about pleasure, sure, but that doesn’t mean we both have to cum every time. It puts a lot of unnecessary pressure on us, you know?”

“I guess,” you mumbled.

He held your face in his hands and lifted your head so that you were forced to look at him. “Hey, I felt good, okay? I liked it and I had fun. Are your cramps any better?”

“Yeah,” you admitted. “Feeling a lot better, actually.”

Minho beamed. “Good. That’s all I wanted to come out of this.”

“You’re still hard, though.”

He shrugged you off. “I’ll take care of it after we get you cleaned up.” 

“Let me,” you offered and kneeled in front of him. The tub wasn’t the most comfortable surface to kneel on, but you were determined to make Minho feel as good as he had made you feel. “Take the condom off.”

“Wha- you don’t have to-”

“I know, I want to.”

Minho looked like he wanted to protest more, but the pout you were giving him won over and he sighed in defeat. 

“Fine, as long as you’re sure.”

You nodded eagerly and licked your lips as he removed the condom and tossed it in the bin next to the toilet. You didn’t bother teasing him since he was already fully hard and being especially sweet. Instead, you immediately take him to the back of your throat, smiling internally when he curses and grabs your hair. 

“Shit!”

You hummed around his cock and took his balls in one of your hands, massaging them lightly, before you began to bob your head up and down. Each time your nose hit his pelvis he got a little louder, a little more desperate. You loved the effect you have on him and he could tell.

“You’re going to be the fucking death of me.”

You let his cock fall from your lips with a lopsided smile and ran your tongue along the underside of it, paying extra attention to the tip. You took him back in your mouth and laved your tongue over his slit, collecting the precum and using it to further lubricate the shaft of his cock. 

“God, you’re good at that,” Minho sighed, letting his head fall back. 

You replaced your mouth with your hands. Minho whimpered quietly at the loss, but you just grinned. 

“Want to fuck my mouth, baby?”

Minho’s eyes fluttered shut and his stomach muscles tensed at your words. You could barely open your mouth in time for him to cum all over your face, only some of it making it onto your tongue. You swallowed the little bit that did end up in your mouth. Minho gathered some of the remnants from your lips with his thumb and pushed the digit into your mouth, watching you suck it clean. The shower would take care of the rest.

“Sorry, I’m sorry. Just the thought of that made me blow,” Minho apologized sheepishly.

“It’s okay. Another time.”

He gave you a half-hearted smile. “You’re too good to me.”

“I could say the same about you.”

He cleared his throat and changed the subject, dodging the emotional intimacy that he had initiated. “Let’s get you cleaned up and then to bed.”

He helped you wash your hair and was insistent on being the one to lather your body in soap, mentioning something about how you wouldn’t be able to do it as well since you were still in your post-nut haze. You decided not to point out that he was also in a post-nut haze because his hands felt too good on your boobs. 

You dried off and got redressed in relative silence, simply enjoying the company of each other which almost never happened. You knew it was late, but when you checked your phone you realized just how late it was. It was almost midnight and you had missed a text from Jisung. He’d only sent it a few minutes ago, but it still made your blood run cold.  

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✨ 21+

✨ she/her

✨ You can call me anything you want! I don't have preferences in names!

✨ Animal lover! (proud owner of four dogs and four cats!)

✨ English is NOT my first language. Motherlanguages are Italian-German.

✨ I only write in German so everything you see here got translated.

✨ You can go check out my Pinterest where you can find boards of some of my OCs!

About my writing~

My favorite genres to write in are fantasy and romance (I dabble in other genres, but those are my main ones). I just love the fluff, the angst, the magic, everything to do with those genres.

I have a lot of WIPs, and I won't bore you by listing them all (because, let's be honest, the number can change at any moment.) But I do have some stories I've finished and translated that I can list!

Who's to judge?

"Humans, vampires. They always existed, they always fought for a place in this vast world. Some succeed, some lose themself in the journey to freedom. Thana was different. She never fought, she never stepped out of line. Thana gave up. She had nothing to fight for, nothing to hold onto.

But what would happen if one accident forces her out of her comfort zone? What would happen if she had to fight for something she had long forgotten? Fight for people she thought meant nothing to her?"

Crime/Mystery/Thriller/Vampires

The Monster's Pearl

"There was once a castle. It was huge and dark, not a soul dared to go near it. It was called "The Gate of the Underworld" because a lonely man lived there. Rumor had it that he was a demon who had crawled out of hell.

There was once a simple family. They had a healthy boy. He had black curls. They were so dark that even the night was afraid to get lost in them. His eyes were so bright that even the sun had to look away to avoid being blinded. His voice silenced the birds so that they could listen to him.

The little boy grew up healthy, unaware of the background to his birth. On his eighteenth birthday, he received two suitcases and a letter that would change his whole life.

Will he be able to adjust to his new life, or will he throw it all away?"

Romance/Drama/Fantasy/LGBTQ+

The Shadow of Her Dreams

[currently being translated]

"Molly Potts is an ordinary young woman who lives with her family in a small village in the middle of nowhere. Despite her peaceful life, she feels a great need to leave, to go somewhere where she can experience something instead of dying of boredom. But her monotonous life is quickly thrown off course when she and her brother discover something that will shake up their entire lives. And who is this woman who keeps appearing in her dreams?"

Fantasy/Adventure/Romance/Greek Mythology insipired

Short Stories

"As the title already explains, this is a collection of short stories that are too short to become a book, but still wanted to be told."

a lot of different genres

WIPs

There are some WIPs I mentioned here and there, so I will make a little introduction for those~

Him and Me - Bound by Fate

"Leon Martens. A young art teacher ready to start a new life. He has a new job, a new apartment and maybe a change for peace. Sure, he struggles with human interactions and he'd rather not meet any humans in general, but he's happy with what he has. But since fate was something Leon couldn't prevent, he was thrown into a whirlwind of situations that made him question reality and, more than once, his own mental stability."

Fantasy/Mystery/Romance/LGBTQ+

Daisy

"Daisy ran, she ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She fled from a fate that was being forced upon her. She fled from her pack, or rather, from her alpha. The young Daisy was an omega. Ever since she was born, she knew that being born an omega was a curse. Her alpha believed that she belonged to him, that he could mark her, but Daisy wouldn't let that happen. Daisy wanted freedom, but what if her freedom led her into another pack? Will they be the same? And who is this nameless alpha that is considered as monster but manages to make her forget her fear?"

Werewolves/Romance/Drama

The Memories of The Future

"Sophie is an easily excitable, cheerful young girl. She lives with her aunt after her parents tragically passed away. Unfortunately, she doesn't remember much about them since she was just a baby. Her aunt and her border collie, Pepper, are the only ones Sophie has in her heart, and she'll spend the rest of her life with them. The only problem with her idyllic life is that little old Sophie has the attention span of a squirrel and it's hyperactivity. She misplaces, forgets, runs around, misplaces again, and those silly dreams and sudden flashes don't help. Also, who is this tall man who suddenly appears and claims that Sophie has visions? No, those are not visions, she just has a very vivid imagination, right?"

Fantasy/Adventure/Comedy

Adelaide

"Adelaide Blackmore, the gossip of all Povington. Growing up as the youngest of four children, with three full-grown and well-behaved sons, she was the worst thing that could have happened to her parents. Wild red hair that the maid had to style every day in vain. Her chemise dresses always had to be dark in color, as she didn't feel the need to avoid puddles or stay out of mud. The look in her dark eyes was penetrating, never receding. She grew up with three brothers, her whole childhood was spent fighting with the boys, so her noble mother couldn't expect her to grow up as a lady, not when she had to assert herself on a daily basis.

But Adelaide must be married, or her poor mother may never rest in peace. Enter Mr. Duncan Gilingham. A young man in his early 30s, he has just moved to Povington with his dear mother to find peace in the country. How nice, he was not married yet! But… oh dear, no wonder he is not married, the poor man was blind. How will Adelaide deal with this? Will she have pity on him, or is not even his blindness safe from her sharp tongue? How will she react when she finds in him a match for her rude nature, a man she thought incapable of taking care of himself?"

Romance/Drama

Foliè

You can read it directly here!

Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Dystopian/Fantasy/Psychological

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I am not a big rambler because I don't want to annoy anyone but I'm always open to questions or any sort of interactions. Also, i'm very tag game friendly!

Thank you for reading this far, I appreciate it! You are an amazing human being, don't let anyone tell you otherwise!

[wereh0gz]

Suddenly feeling very dissatisfied with what project: new moon turned out like

Or. Well. I guess I shouldn't say "suddenly" bc I've been feeling a vague dissatisfaction with it for. A while. But only know am I starting to parse out the reasons why I feel that way

With it having been out for a while now, I think back on all the things I could've done or could've executed differently, but didn't think of at the time so I didn't do them

Nox, for example. As a character, he's just kind of a vehicle for the story to happen, a source of torment for Rue, and the reason Sonic's werehog form is brought back. He never got to be much else. He's not very present in the story anyway despite being the main villain, and besides his obsession with Dark Gaia and lack of ethics, he's not really... much of a person

I got really lazy with fleshing him out so his entire character ended up just being evil antagonist. And honestly now I feel his role in Rue's story could've easily been taken by someone like Eggman with only a few changes

Rue's parents could've been way more developed too. They really only exist to make Rue's tragic backstory More Tragic and that's pretty much it. They're even less developed than Nox. Like they're not even characters even by the end of the story

And there's also Specter and Phantom, whom I like and have developed more than those I talked abt above, but I feel like I didn't really show enough of them as individuals. They're just kinda there to be Rue's friends and fight ghosts and not much else

It's like. Idk. I feel like I only really wrote that fic to justify my ocs existing and interacting with Sonic, and justify Sonic's werehog form being brought back even through it wasn't really necessary in the end. It was fun at the time, sure, but that rose-tinted view I had of it has kinda faded. Sometimes I even feel like I kinda rushed it bc I was so desperate to get that story out, since I've been working on these characters and the fic for so long. I was satisfied not bc I felt I made something good, but bc I was finally *done* with it. Now that's biting me in the ass and making me feel like all the work put into it went to waste

Hell now I'm even considering retiring Nox's character entirely (he is like. The biggest part of why I've been feeling crappy abt the fic now that I think of it) and giving Rue another revamp. Tho it feels weird to do it now bc the fic they're part of is out and finished. They are my ocs and I'm allowed to do whatever I want with them, but still

Whatever it is I decide to do, the twins probably won't change much, if at all. Not sure abt Sonic's redesign, I don't really wanna change it but I might have to recontextualize why he looks the way he does in this au

Idk what to do with the story yet, if I wanna rewrite it or not and just have my ocs existing in an au where Sonic never lost his werehog form instead. Really undecided abt all of this stuff rn. I definitely won't be deleting the project: new moon blog or anything tho, just won't be posting there anymore probably

Idk if this post makes any sense of if anyone actually cares but whatever I just need to get this off my chest

[vacantgodling]

re. about

ren (or rimz for cool kids). he/him. twenty five. black. queer. neurodivergent.

i'm redoing this because i'm losing steam (thanks work) and i'm pulling back on a lot of projects to mostly focus on things that make me personally happy. as is the nature of my brain, i will still jump back and forth between projects when i lose the flow for another, but i’ve narrowed my important wips down to just three main ones. other projects are currently being shelved, or put to the side as half baked ideas that i still need to keep in the oven before i introduce them to anyone formally.

(so if you don’t see a wip listed in the wips tab, it’s either shelved indefinitely or i want to work on it on my own for a bit. you can ask me about my other wips if you know/remember them but i can’t guarantee i’ll answer about them at this time. this also doesn’t mean i won’t ramble about them when i feel like it.)

important sideblogs = no pressure to follow just fyi

@babylonsfalling -> all my fandom and other nonsense goes here

@todazzlingreading -> this is a personal checklist for things i want to read by y’all that i don’t have time or spoons to get to at the moment i see it. once i read a post there i’ll delete it from that blog and rb it over here with any comments in the tags :3

to find my art commissions, please look here: https://www.tumblr.com/vacantgodling/715216537870532608/commissions-are-open

re. disclaimers / interaction

i mainly write fantasy; it’s a broad overarching label that covers all of my interests and it’s my first love in writing. horror and horror adjacent elements always make an appearance in my works. i emphasize complex mlm relationships and male leads, and romance is a great love of mine as you’ll notice from the king of my current wips. worldbuilding is also a great love of mine. i also love writing smut and talking about my characters having sex.

as such some disclaimers: following me is a very much curate your own experience. i don’t want to hold back talking about adult and mature themes so if you’re uncomfortable with anything i talk about i’d just suggest you unfollow lol nothing personal.

i’m open to asks and talking about anything but there’s no pressure. anons are always cool. i’m probably not gonna do writing based tag games too too much bc writing has been nonexistent lately but character asks or ramble ones i will do :)

also, as a personal ask: please do not refer to any of my characters as babygirl or girlie(s). shit makes me squick thanks.

re. main wips

linked are the main tags & once i finish the wip intros for paramour and tcol (revamping them) i’ll link them as well. feel free to ask to be on the taglist for any of these (i’m going to do better with these) — taglists will be activated for all writing and official posts. this won’t include ask games or random babbling.

PARAMOUR || “saved” from an imminent social death through arranged marriage, HYACINTHUS SHRAPNEL is whisked away to The Chateau aux Aisles D’or, where an unlikely sexual relationship with his butler AMON leads to far more than he bargained for.

THE CHRONICLES OF LATHSBURY (check out the crash course HERE) || The Aegean Guild of Explorers, led by the mysterious newcomer to Lathsbury Madja Fandel welcomes its newest contingent after the guild bid: PIPER FAIRWIND a MBW with a fighting spirit and desire for money and glory, DEUX UNDERSHIELD a naive protector seeking answers for her brother’s spurn, SANDRA “SAN” DEARBORN a vicious hunter with a chip on their shoulder, CLEAR BRIGHTENDALE a medic with a host of dark secrets, and FORTE SYMPHONIA a ranger seeking his own destiny, are as ready as they’ll ever be to enter the fray, to conquer the mysterious and dangerous LABYRINTH. Forces that have been in motion since before their lives even began are finally reaching their peak, and the five of them will have to use everything they’ve learned and then some to stay alive.

re. navigation

talking -> musings and personal thoughts

about renjamin -> insight to me / who i am

ren analysis -> when i get meta about my wips

ren mix -> a treasure trove of my music taste

ren polls -> any polls i make

ren reads -> for my ramblings and analysis as i try to get back into books

friends tag -> talking with friends or boosting my friends work

others work -> boosting other writeblrs work

hall of fame -> praise / things that make me happy that i want to keep

ren writing -> all of my writing in one place

ren poems -> all of my poems in one place

ren fic -> all of my fandom related writing in one place

ren art -> all my art

q eh you eh -> queue

sex mention -> tag for any sexual content.

worldbuilding -> all of my worldbuilding notes across all my wips

find the word tag -> for this game specifically so i can find it

last line tag -> for this game specifically so i can find it

ren hot cakes -> specifically for my overly opinionated opinions

writing recap -> tracking my writing journey so i can hold myself accountable

[chongyun-official]

pinned post! (revamped october 2024)

this blog is part of teyvat/genshin-official! for more information and to see other accounts that are part of this group, please see this post! (link is to the masterpost on @/dottore-official's blog!)

for further information about my blog, please see under the readmore ^_^

this blog is run by @aster-go-brrr! ooc posts will be tagged as "aster noises (ooc)"

please feel free to let me know if you need something tagged! my asks are open and anon is on, and i truly don't mind! i'll do my best ^_^

i'm ok with any of these kinds of interactions!

- short-form social media au type interactions

- longer-form interactions

- asks of any kind (anon is on!)

- direct messages

- interacting outside of teyvat-official, even characters from other stuff or anons!

i would rather not do the following, although i'm fine with following and interacting with people who do:

- overtly romantic public rp's (i'm fine with implying it!! i just get nervous and awkward, alas)

- anything nsfw

things to note:

- i may be bad at tumblr rp etiquette and i'm really sorry! feel free to politely correct me on stuff :)

- i have pretty bad gaps in my memory at times, so feel free to nudge me about it if you think i've forgotten to reply to something!

- any thread that gets longer than 3 posts (the original post and then 2 reblogs) will get tagged as "long post /" for filtering reasons; posts with v long text may get tagged as that before they reach that threshold tho

- i post decently often about shipping stuff (mostly xingyun) but it's often untagged because i... forget... so if it makes you uncomfortable or you don't like it, feel free to avoid me! it's alright :)

[thestarhq]

We are now THESTARHQ and all pages have been updated to reflect the change to roleplay premise outlined in my previous admin post. Other than all labels now being sub-labels/subsidiaries under one main corporation, STAR Labels, and details being updated to reflect that fact, most changes are merely minor or cosmetic. A few questions and answers are included under the cut about small mechanics tweaks. Mainly, I'd suggesting checking out the ABOUT page and its corresponding links, as that's the most need-to-know information about the change. A few posts will be going up over the next few days; this will include a few overdue posts, as a well as a some writing opportunities and worldbuilding! I'm incredibly excited to explore the new-but-old world of STAR Labels with you all! Feel free to contact me or send in a revamped application if there's any changes you want to make to your muse under this updated premise. You're welcome to ask any questions you have as well. Our Mod Team Application is still open and has been simplified as well. To pass next week's activity check, please either meet the regular activity requirements (two qualifying posts) or you can like this post and make one qualifying post. I'll be doing rolling acceptances if any applications come in for the next week until Sunday, February 11 at 12am KST. Quick Q&A below the cut for some anticipated questions!

Stat points aren't listed anymore. Are those still a thing?

No, they are not! Booking points are the sole point form now to simplify the process.

Did booking points change?

Not majorly. It's still the same basic system: 1) earn points from activity checks and events/tasks and then 2) redeem a set number of points for a new career item. One point is now earned for each passed activity check and each event prompt or task prompt completed. Consequently, five points is now the set cost of a career item. This allows more regularity and nuance in tracking booking points. I have already converted everyone's points to the new amounts and these can be found on the official admin tracking of booking points here. You don't technically need to track your own, but you're welcome and encouraged to if you want to doublecheck and ensure I don't miss anything.

Do we still need to submit a form to the points blog to earn booking points?

No, you'll only need to submit a form to redeem booking points for a career item. Booking points will be automatically tracked. (If something that should earn you point doesn't show up on the dash, please send a link to the main!)

Are mun-created collectives still a thing?

Not in the format they were before with formal applications. Survey results showed people seem to be more partial to either only canon collectives or having both around, so the formal focus is going to be on canons. It's still possible to have a group such as an idol group, band, or dance crew involved in your muse's past, present, or future that isn't a preset canon, though. The only major limit is that non-canon groups must have been formed and debuted under a non-canon label, if applicable. They can behave signed under a canon label at a later time, debuts are limited to the canons. Beyond that, just list any major activities involving the group on the muse's career page. You can make claims for them, but they'll need to count toward the four moment limit per year (unlike canons' activities). If you would like other muses involved in it, submit a wanted connection form!

Are there any new blogs to follow?

For the most part, everything's just had its name converted, such as The Source now being Star Source. I will ask everyone to follow STAR Labels, which is where company-related content will be posted.

If you have any other questions, send them in and I'll do my best to help you out!

[causticacoustic]

Are you a procrastinator? 👀

do you have any tips on how to get on the grind and actually do things?

how do you get along with people 🤯😀❓

you mentioned that there was a time where BEAST was mentally bad for you, how did you control it or get past it?

What's your biggest turn off?

What do you do when a friend or someone wrongs you?

no pressure ask btw!

only answer what u feel like answering and if u feel like it xD ♥️

I am actually procrastinating right now-

hello wakanai!! funny seeing you here on my main blog! i love your no pressure asks, but for future reference, this blog is preeeettty inactive, and i really need to revamp it into a directory for all the sideblogs i use. in the future, i'd prefer you send asks to @cousticks or @justified-or-just-obscene since those are the ones i post the most on!! there's more content on those ones anyway so it'd be more fun! i have a lot of blogs, i know. that's only three of like, six. tysm for following me on other blogs though its fun to have the little mutuals tag next to a name

anyway, asks!! a read more since, as usual, i rambled quite a bit <3

I am a huge procrastinator. its a problem. its gotten me into trouble before. but, lets talk about procrastination a bit, especially since there's usually a lot of guilt around it. sure, procrastination can just be procrastination, but not always! sometimes there's other things going on, be it having a hard time getting out of a fixation mindset, stress and anxiety freezing your brain to the point you can't work, a lack of understanding on a certain step making you not want to work on it, or just... being something that sucks for you being really difficult to work on or do. or just something that takes a lot of mental energy you don't actually have because you used it all just functioning as a person in your day-to-day life. all of these have happened to me, and i wrote them off as "procrastination" and got frustrated with myself, ultimately making the problem worse until panic took over and i got something done. sometimes if you're having trouble starting a project you need to take inventory of yourself and figure out where that road block is happening, and try to take care of yourself before you can take care of your assignments.

i guess tips to "actually do things" kind of follows from my procrastinator bit above, haha. as i said, sometimes you really need to take stock of yourself and allow yourself some grace. or find a kind of music that really pumps you up, or find a way to reward yourself. unfortunately the 'reward' bit requires the mental discipline to... not just skip straight to the reward instead of doing your tasks. it doesn't always work, but for at least smaller chore-like tasks, such as taking out the trash or doing dishes, i kind of mentally go "alright. we really need to do this thing. ready? three... two... one... up." and then just. get up. i experience a lot of what i consider "mental inertia." you know, objects at motion tend to stay in motion, objects at rest tend to stay at rest. the hardest part of starting anything is actually starting it. the hardest part of doing my chores is actually getting up to do them, but once i'm at it, i can usually accomplish more than i originally planned, because i'm already in motion so... might as well. as far as assignments, that's harder, especially when its things you have to sit down and do. don't underestimate the power of a small mental reset. get up, take a small walk around the room, go get a drink of water, use the restroom, take a deep breath, find one (1) song that pumps you up and stand in the middle of the room with your eyes closed and just listen to it for a second. don't do anything else. deep breath and breathe and listen to something you enjoy. you might be surprised at how much better you feel after doing a quick reset. or, if getting up and walking around isn't an option for you, open a new page or a new word document or google doc whatever it is. start doodling or writing or typing stream-of-consciousness style. whatever comes into your head. just things like "alright. lets get some words going. lets do this assignment. lets go. words. we can do this. i know how to do this assignment, even if i'm not doing it yet." blah blah blah. just get yourself moving and writing some words, even if they're nonsense. its okay. that will help get over the inertia hurdle and slowly focus your mind back onto your task. i can't promise any of this helps, but its some tricks that worked in the past!! remember: you can't expect yourself to do anything when you're too stressed or exhausted to focus. let yourself rest to do your best.

its funny you think i know how to get along with people. if you ever figure that out, let me know lmao. but on a more serious note, getting along with people is generally having an open mind. and, oddly enough, expanding your interests or base knowledge on a lot of things so its easier to find common ground with someone. an odd example, but i used to work at a hotel and liked to chat with the guests. tangentially, this is when some of my car bro friends were really getting me into cars. eventually i knew enough to at least have a conversation on the topic, even if it wasn't super in-depth. funnily enough, having base knowledge on cars was able to help me carry conversations with old white guys that checked into the hotel, lmao. point being, the more you know and the more you're open to learning, the easier it is to find common ground with people, be it information or experiences. and the more people you meet and have conversations with, the easier it is. if there's one thing working retail since i was a teenager has taught me, its that eventually you'll develop scripts for things. even normal small-talk conversations, you'll have built-in responses. knowing about clothes, i can comment something nice about someone's outfit, then follow the conversation with more specific information like "oh yeah, i saw a pattern kind of like that at x store, i thought about buying it in a different color for a while! glad to see you living my sweater dreams, haha." that's a kind of quirky example, but i hope you get the gist. just... remember that people exist, and have experiences. my default first question with new people is always about their favorite music or artists, because that's something i know a lot about. you can learn a lot about people from their favorite tunes.

i won't get too in detail about it, but the Beast novel was really bad for me for a while because i have those cool and fun mental problems that give me unhealthy attachments to fiction, especially when i'm in a bad place mentally. i eventually realized i was engaging with fiction in an unhealthy way, and i just... cut myself off. i had to do my best to avoid beast content, eventually to the point i had to avoid anything bsd at all for almost a year, just because i was engaging with fiction in a way that was actually really bad for me. i had to make new social media accounts so i had clean algorithms that didn't show me content, i had to stop listening to music i associated with characters, it was a full hard stop on everything. it took a lot of self-awareness that i wasn't used to having. this was because of some life circumstances, though. i had to remove myself from the real-life circumstances that were putting me in a bad spot before i could really trust myself to engage with any of my fixations again without messing myself up. Beast happened to be the worst for me because its also such an unhappy media to begin with, and i project heavily onto Chuuya, who... y'know, doesn't exactly get a great ending. I'm doing fine now, but there was a time a lot of factors came together to mess me up and i had to remove all of it before i could be alright enough to engage with the things i enjoy.

Honestly, I'm not sure what puts me off people the most. If the vibes someone has are rancid, I avoid them. Generally, blaming others for things they aren't responsible for is a big problem for me. Sure, call people out for things they've actually done, but calling people liars or whatever for shit they haven't actually done or are out of their control but you're just assuming is their fault? That's a goddamn problem. Or people who just kind of... assume the world is out to get them all the time, I guess. Who assume the worst of people at first glance. Everyone is out here just living their lives. Don't take other people's problems personally. Its not about you.

Unfortunately for myself, I usually ignore it or brush it off when someone I consider a friend does something wrong towards me. I don't recommend it. At least, until it builds up bad enough I start to hate them and then I just ghost people. Again, not exactly a good plan nor is it healthy. What you should do is communicate boundaries and cut off anyone who jumps all over those boundaries like its a trampoline park. That's the healthy way to go about it. I'm not exactly the healthiest person, though. Don't take me as an example on how to handle people doing you wrong.

[clusterrune]

hey cass hi. i have a question

if cluster b has terms would you also be willing to consider/discuss cluster a/related disorder terms on this blog?

par example cluster a schizospec people [szpd & stpd] can have:

someone more trusted in face of delusions [i don't have one of these but i think i know people who do] // more stpd focused

& someone who they actually feel connected with/love // more szpd focused

i feel like people might want terms for those. also general cluster a b & c terms if you don't know what you have but you have someone in spite of it. y'know? i'm not cluster c though so i can't speak on any of that [i'm not cluster a either but since it's heavily schizospec i feel i could talk on it]

this might be a terrible idea </3 but lmk your thoughts if you're interested in anything

hey!

i would absolutely like to include custer a and c as we have undiagnosed disorders from there and want to discuss them more, i just need to find the time and spoons to completely revamp this blog.

a lot has changed since i first made this blog (i thought i just had bpd then added npd after my ward visit and i kept finding out more stuff) and ive come to realize clusters a and c get pretty overshadowed by cluster b discussion so i will absolutely add them to the blog

however i feel like i should try doing more research myself before hand, its just hard to find unbiased, non-ableist, reliable sources.

im plenty open to receiving asks about more topics on pd's in the meantime though, we can discuss them as much as you want! im more than happy giving people a space to talk, im even open to the discussion on them on cpunkwitch at times, especially when it comes to how they affect your body and physical functions.

once i have this blog fixed up i can make a proper masterpost for terms and term discussion, atm im tired slow brain so no ideas or anything

might be able to get around to it sometime this week?

[enviousennui]

Nobody asked me so im doing it on my own accord

1/2- My chum handle is my username, so yes my username is hs related. When coming up with a username, i thought hard about it and ended up leaning towards the hs format. as for the meaning, it doesn't particulary have one. Im not really an envious person but i guess ennui works sometimes? Idk it doesnt mean anything deep

3- I have referred to my partner as a matesprit in the past but i dont currently since it isnt something ive done for a while

4- I have with online friends but i dont irl. I probably would of in the past though

5- I used to say i kinned Jade but It was always more in the way of strongly relate to instead of traditional kin culture. I do not kin anybody in that sense

6- Sylph of Light

7-I do! It's mostly doodles and more relaxed art as opposed to more detailed pieces, but i post art here and my ask blog

8- I do not but i have been thinking about a potential fic. Im not sure if i will or not though

9-Im currently on a rp server which i play as WV. i havent been super active this week but i try to hop on every week. I used to rp on msprp all the time though

10- Ive been looking to pick up cosplay again. I have cosplayed hs before in the past, that being Terezi. I made her stick and the horns using felt sheets, but it definitely looks like a first cosplay. I gotta revamp it

11-Yep! It's very casual but I've got a wayward vagabond ask blog. I've been thinking of stuff to draw from it aside from asks, since i xo not recieve many asks, but i have not had time recently.

12- not particulary other than the disgrub rp group

13- fuckk thats a hard question. June, Jade and Roxy are very high up there...Terezi ofc, i wouldnt of cosplayed her otherwise. These characters all mean a lot to me but those are the top. Oh and i think it goes without saying but the exiles are definitely top too

14- Equius ane Damara. I like fanon interpretations but those two are just not my faves. I dont need to get into it

15- rosemary, cottoncandy, wvpmar and pepsicola. Guilty pleasures guys.

16- ugh really not a fan of pm/bec noir. Its not very popular and only mildly implied as a black rom thing but no. As for other ships? there's probably a few but none on the top of my head

17- Jane and Dirk. I love their friendship sm

18- I have a lot of mixed feelings. I like aspects of hs2 but yeah.

19- I played the first act of hiveswap when it released but i wasn't able to play act 2. I watched it on yt instead and i enjoy the game. I cant wait for whenever the next act releases....

20- Well i got into it when i was around 13 and im almost 20 now. It feels like a significant amount of my life has revolved around it. I used to reference it at school and even now i make subtle jokes when they pop up naturally

21- not particularly but i do know a few people online through fandom

22- yes but it wasn't an intentional leave, it was more of a slow interest decline where i got into something else at the time. But it came back, this comic is very relevant to me all the time. despite not being my number one interest at times, i always reblogged art.

23- i originally read it during the gigapause, then i read it again once it had ended. I read through it again after hiveswap was released and then again in 2019 before 413 (unaware of the upcoming epilogues that would be released that day) and finally at the beginning of January this year

24- i hate to admit it but when I first got interested in the comic, i couldnt read it. So i decided to watch the voxus dub but i got bored, so i started skipping through and upon seeing Karkat, i thought john had turned into him? When it came time to me actually sitting down with my old shitty pc to read it, i skipped the intermission. I went through the pages but i didnt read it. I didnt think it was important :/

25- once again, mixed opinions. Current fandom is fine, old fandom was all over the place. I was an avid tumblr blogger then and was in a lot of the popular fandoms at the time. Fandomstuck had so many fandoms i was in, for example. Seeing old posts makes me very nosta!gic though and i love to see how loved and active it once wasgic

26-Oof. Okay. The comic is rough but for all the circumstances, it still holds up well. Of course with the website being in shambles, flash being extinct and certain...writing choices...its hard to recommend to people. But if you can look past certain things, or even read the unofficial collection if it makes it more digestible, i still think you should read it cause it does a lot of things i love. And also things i dont. But thats not unheard of

27- carapacians

28-Oo i should of read through this question sheet before answering them all in one. Thats hard to say but cascade is still a huge moment to me. That or jade:enter (yes these are both flashes but those are what came to mind)

29- the retcon. Not the idea of it but the fact its so vriska central. Vriska is not the problem solver. Also hate hate the whole vriska (vriska) stuff. I like (vriska) and seeing her get shredded to shit by the "better" vriska is just. ugh. Theres definitely other things i dont like. Oh god trickster mode. I love the designs but i hate what it is in the comic.

30- *insert the cop upd8 story because im not coming up with something on the fly*

31- Pretty much 95%. In the paat it was more like 50% but now its pretty much blog wide.

“Homestuck Isn’t Dead” Tag

I wanted to make one, so send a number or reblog to get one!

1. Do you have a chum handle? What does it mean?

2. Is your username homestuck related/have you had one hs related?

3. Do you call your s/o a matesprit?

4. Do you call your best friend your moirail?

5. Are you “kin” with any characters or commonly called a character?

6. God Tier?

7. Do you make HS fanart?

8. Do you make hs fanfiction?

9. Do you roleplay homestuck? where and how often?

10. Do you cosplay homestuck characters? Who and where?

11. Are you apart of ask blogs?

12. Are you in any homestuck groups?

13. Favorite character?

14. Least favorite character?

15. OTP?

16. NOTP?

17. BROTP?

18. Do you want homestuck to just die already?

19. Are you following up with hiveswap? Do you play? Watch YT videos?

20. Tell us how homestuck has effected you in real life?

21. Have you met anyone through homestuck?

22. Have you left the fandom before?

23. How many times have you read through it?

24. Did you ever skip intermissions/dialog/animations?

25. Opinions on the fandom?

26. Opinions on the comic?

27. Do you favor the trolls, humans, or carapaces?

28. Favorite moment of all of homestuck?

29. Least favorite moment of all of homestuck?

30. Tell us a homestuck based story.

31. How homestuck related is your blog?

[rainmustfallts4]

Rain Must Fall (Commentary Ed.) ◇ Episode 1: it has begun

⊶⊰Information & Index⊱⊷

◇ Note: Hello and welcome to the commentary version of Rain Must Fall, my playthrough of the Super Sim/100% challenge! I really struggled with trying to decide if I wanted to post this series as a full on story or just commentary. See, I struggle a lot with committing to things, even things I love, so I worry I’ll struggle with the story aspect.

Because of that, I have made the choice to do both. My main focus will be the commentary version where I explain what’s happening and my thoughts during the series, including random bugs and glitches. Meanwhile, I can take my time working on the story version in the background and not feel rushed to get them out c:

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It has been ages since I got to play the Sims 4 because my laptop didn’t have enough space for both S4 and WoW. I was actively playing WoW at the time and now I have once again returned to S4! I revamped this blog and re-did all the checklists and I’m ready to get rumbling!

I decided to try out San Sequoia since I just bought the Growing Together pack and have yet to try it out.

The house is pretty neat, though it came with several kids rooms that I didn’t need. Thank you for the free money c:

My favorite part is the water behind the house. It’s so pretty! Though the fishing spot is quite far from the house. I feel like they could have added a couple more.

Oscar does not like the TV lol

First thing I did was make her do her homework because I wanted her to do well in school. It takes ages to complete, though, and feels much longer than before.

The evil fruitcake >[ For this transgression, I refused to invite them inside lol and the fruit cake was left outside by the door when they left. It’s safe to say I threw it away.

Her first skill! 😀 The challenge has officially begun.

I was a bit worried about the way Oscar looks. It’s the first time I’ve painted a pet, but I’m quite happy with the way it turned out c: It looks nice.

So, this town may look pretty, but it’s so feckin’ baren. Like, there is TWO collectibles in my neighborhood – a rose bush by the house and a frog on the other side of the water. Who signed off on this??

I went to the rec center thinking there would be collectibles in this area. And again, it looks really pretty –

But there are NO COLLECTIBLES. How am I supposed to make money gardening if I can’t find anything to plant? This place sucks.

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[pocketlynx]

It has been ages since I've looked at Tumblr! A lot has changed and I'll be needing to completely revamp my profile!

I'm actually planning to use this account to start journaling! So, it will actually be used as a blog instead of just a space to hold onto others' ideas. The main journaling plan is just to follow "The Artists Way" and write whatever comes to mind for around 15 minutes each day. I'll probably add in photos and the such, too! That will be mostly for me to try to make it look pretty. I want to use that as a time to reflect, recall memories, and share them, and just dump my thoughts! I don't expect I'll say anything too profound, but if I even help one person not feel so alone, that's a win for me! I may switch to a different format in the future, but for now this works! A part of me wants to do the pretty blog with pictures mixed into the text, but that's a lot more work, and takes more time than I currently have to offer.

There was a lot more word vomit than I typed into this, a picture, and tags, but Tumblr decided to eat it and only give a little of what I wrote. We may have to find a different blog based app if problems like this continue. We'll see.

[shinxistudio]

2023 in Review

2023 was a very tiring year, to put it mildly. I know everyone has been having a rough time, not just me. There's so much going on to be angry or upset about.

I want to at least try to focus on the positives and my own development that's happened over the course of this year. This post will likely be super long and rambling, so I'll put it under a cut here.

If you don't want to read it all (valid), I want you to know that we can make 2024 a better year together. Things will be better. We will make them better.

As far as my own personal growth, I've done quite a few things that I was always nervous to do or felt weren't possible.

I'm still anxious now that AI is even more of a problem than NFTs and standard art theft, but I want to share my art! I hate that I have to sacrifice quality by watermarking and making everything into JPGs, but it's the only way I'll feel safe enough to still share my art. I'm also anxious about getting chewed up by social media in general and ruining my mental health by feeling like I have to be Always Posting.

1.) I've started posting my art again publicly, on Instagram, Twitter, TikTok, YouTube, Facebook, and here on Tumblr. I've started streaming on Twitch again, too.

I've tried to maintain an art blog or something similar multiple times before either getting too protective of my work or giving up. I don't want to give up again.

I've also started interacting with other artists more. I want to make more art friends! It just sucks that trying to reach out and comment often on Instagram takes so much of my energy.

2.) I've opened my own online shop on Etsy.

I've only made one sale so far this year, and it still means the world to me. I've always wanted to have my art on shirts and prints. The designs I've started off with are some basic ones, and I want to push to have even more detailed and cooler stuff. It's scary trying to sell my art as merchandise, but I want people to have stuff that they'll be excited to have and wear. I've ordered one of my own designs that I was the most excited for and I love it. I love being able to wear something I made.

I wish I had the space to do all the prints and things myself. I'd love to be even more involved in the process than using print-on-demand, but then that also requires me to have more time for order maintenance and less time for art and myself.

3.) I've opened commissions on VGen.

My friend was kind enough to give me a verification code, and I've opened a few offerings. I still need to advertise and push my stuff, but I feel a lot more confident in my art than I have in the past. I've tried to offer commissions before but always felt my art wasn't good enough. It didn't help that people rarely wanted my art, either.

4.) I'm cracking the code of my own brain.

I always have issues sticking to habits and being productive. (I'm almost certain I have ADHD, but trying to even get to see a doctor for an official diagnosis is something I haven't had time or money to pursue.) This year I created a scoreboard to try and gamify things that I need to do. It really helped me get through this year, all the way to about October when it became too much to maintain. This past month I've revamped it to make it more fun and easier for me to keep up with. I'm super happy with it so far, and I hope I can manage this one all the way through 2024.

5.) I'm taking my health more seriously.

I've been aiming to exercise at least 3 times a week, go for walks, or do anything to keep me moving. This has definitely helped my mental health and it's something I want to continue this year. I walked 1200 miles as a personal challenge! This year I'm aiming for 1500! I want to aim even higher, but I don't want to pick something so outrageous I burn out or don't bother finishing it. My rule is always that I can raise my goal but never lower it.

My friend got me into Conqueror Challenges, and big shiny medals have been a motivator for monkey brain.

I feel like I wrote this all mostly positively with a negative spin. That wasn't my intention, but I'm also being real about where I am and where I want to go in my life. I'm still learning and figuring out what I really want. I just know that I want art to become a much bigger part of my life again, and I want to be healthy so that I have that much longer to create even more art. I have so much planned and so much more that I want to make or media I want to try.

I was also able to lose some weight and I think that's made a difference, too. I don't feel as brain-fogged or as tired. I need to focus on sleeping more, though.

6.) A small thing, but I'm taking good care of my plants.

I love having plants so much, but they usually don't last very long. I had to get rid of my plants when we first adopted my cat, but I've made space for them that will keep him safe and out of them.

A coworker gifted me a plant for my birthday at the beginning of 2023, and it's still going strong. It's gotten huge since then. Looking at it honestly makes me so proud. One of my dreams is to one day have a green house or sunroom filled with different plants, and a garden to grow our own fruits and vegetables. It would make me so happy if this guy could be the first in its permanent home there.

7.) I've been doing better mentally and with handling my emotions.

I've always been highly emotional to the point that I couldn't control them. I'm still working on it, but I'm getting better at not letting my emotions lead my actions and taking time to think things through. Journaling has helped a lot, and I'd like to start meditating regularly to see if that helps, too. My girlfriend has been so patient and helpful with this since we've been together, especially in this past year. I'm incredibly lucky to have her. 😭 💚

I want to be hopeful for 2024. I want to put out more artwork and have more fun that I can share with others to make this year nicer for us all, if only a little.

If you read this far, please just know that I'm proud of you for making it through this year. Whether you were able to do things that you wanted to do or not, you survived and I'm happy you're still here.

I hope you have a much better year in 2024, with more love and kindness, more fun, more good food, and more rest. 💜

[literaloreos]

Song I'm listening to while I write this: Meet Me in the Woods by Lord Huron

I've decided to revamp this blog. It's been ages since I've actually posted anything of meaning here, and I want to fix that. I've decided to turn this into a bit of a diary of sorts where I post about myself, my thoughts, and various other things. So, a blog.

I've been trying to be kinder to myself lately. I, like a lot of other people on this hellsite, was lured into those ana blogs when I was a naive teenager. For years and years, their words circled around in my head and I've finally started to notice how I give their opinions too much merit. I cut calories and I starved myself, and I looked at all these tiny women, trying to make myself look like them, but why? I didn't know these people, nobody in my life was telling me I needed to look like them, and there I was, trying to force my body to dip under that 100 pound mark. I even made a blog like them as well, though I quickly abandoned it.

I know why I did it, even though I hate admitting it. The part of my family that made sure their opinions were well known was the skinny part of my family. Now know this, when I say skinny, I mean average. My mom wasn't anorexic or bulimic, even though she would go on those fad diets at times. My older sister was average weight. My younger sister was average weight. I was also average weight, but a little curvier and that was my downfall. My mom called me fat and lazy, and whenever I was caught sneaking snacks when I was around 13, I was told I needed to start counting my calories. Was I guided into eating better? Did my family try to help me be more active? No. I was out on my own, and the Internet had a solution for me. I lost 20 pounds in a month because I wouldn't eat. I starved myself for days at a time because my family didn't notice. It was one of the biggest cries for help I could do at the time, and what resulted from it? Did my mother notice the weight loss and congratulate me? Did she ask me if I was ok? No. She never even noticed that I wouldn't come down for dinner, and that I didn't eat breakfast. Even my dad, someone who was trained in athletic science and nutrition failed to notice that I was refusing to eat. The lack of attention killed me, and started turning to more and more dramatic methods of weight loss. I would binge and purge regularly, I had a not so secret stash of laxatives. I hated my body, and that was my life for the next 6 years until I met a guy in college.

J was the first person I ever felt comfortable enough to admit to that I had an eating disorder. He helped me understand that I was more than my body. I didn't need to have my bones showing to be a valuable and sought after person. Despite being in college on an almost full ride, it took some silly guy for me to realize I was more than what I looked like.

It's been a couple years since then, and I've started letting myself wear the things I was never allowed to wear when I was a teen. I show off my tummy and my shoulders. I have bad days, but it's getting better. I'm feeling better, and that's all I can ask for.

[sapphicrpc]

do you have any tips on how to stop doing the same character in a different font or even like different characters but same font? i feel like i keep coming up with characters like this and it’s making me feel so uncreative and dumb :(

FIRST OF ALL!! you are not uncreative at all, rp is a hobby and as long as you enjoy playing your characters and you're not doing anything explicitly harmful, then keep living your best life! revamp old muses and change the font a little to your hearts content if that's what makes you happy.

with that said, if you want to try following my creative process, here's what i do when creating a character:

pick archetype(s) that you'd like to try writing (you can find inspo from tv tropes, labels/archetype masterlists, etc.)

develop a story for your character that relates to that archetype

pick a fc from a background that you haven't tried before (ie. a different ethnicity to what you usually play!)

develop their traits and personality to fit around the archetype, but don't lean too heavily into the archetype thing as you don't want them to be one dimensional

start playing them and remember to have fun with it!

beneath the cut i'll explain a little more on these points.

1 - pick an archetype that you'd like to try writing (you can find inspo from tv tropes, labels/archetype masterlists, etc.)

choosing archetypes/labels really helps me when creating a character that's different to the ones i usually play. i like to go through the tv tropes websites, or even just fandom wiki's to search for character types. labels masterlists can also be really helpful or if you love musings try looking through the character type tags from your favourite musing blog for inspo! this also helps because you can look through inspo on the blog. some of my favourite musing blogs here on tumblr are @uncommonmusing @museinspo @musepirations @muserhq @musefluence @musingco @musinghq

i normally try to start with one line about my character rather than like, just a single label. this adds depth in my opinion! some examples for where i started for some of my fave muses is below:

the bad boy who wants to be loved but doesn't know how

the disheartened muse who just lost it all

the reformed gangster who's trying their best

the softie skater muse that lives and breathes art

2 - develop a story for your character that relates to that archetype

okay so now you've chosen an end goal for your character, how did they get there? were they always like this? did something happen in their past to make them this way? were they born into a life they didn't choose or did they pick this for themselves? make their current scenario/archetype make sense for the muse by answering these questions as a backstory. here's an example in some bullet points for that bad boy muse who just wants to be loved.

his parents only ever paid attention to him when he got in trouble so he started acting out for that attention

had bad examples of love while growing up (parents were in a toxic relationship)

their relationships often end up toxic and hurting more than it helps

they got famous and get a lot of attention now from fans but never know when something is real or if people are just using them for money/fame

3 - pick a fc from a background that you haven't tried before (ie. a different ethnicity to what you usually play!)

check out my recommended fcs tag! (it's linked on my pinned post) this one is pretty self explanatory but it really helps take you out of your comfort zone and you should try it, for diversity reasons if nothing else.

4 - develop their traits and personality to fit around the archetype, but don't lean too heavily into the archetype thing as you don't want them to be one dimensional

pick a few key traits that correspond to their archetype but don't stick to this too much. let yourself get inspired! if you need inspiration try looking at things like zodiacs, mbti's, enneagrams, moral alignments, and using those as building blocks to give your character a bit more depth and personality. i also love doing aesthetics at this point, "isms", personality blurbs, etc. all of this really helps me get to know my muse. something i find especially helpful is thinking about what motivates my muse to get out of bed every day, this helps me give them direction!

start playing them <3

enjoy - and remember, this is all just for fun, don't be hard on yourself if your new character isn't the most unique one ever. they're still amazing and so are you